#i don’t get to see you be mushy and sweet very often

[sister-lucifer]

https://open.spotify.com/track/4MO41ebvl5DLmHNjJHtsbG?si=3UO3iHoOSRys1Vub5ZLgdw

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[cherrysdeck]

Pick a card: The eyes Chico, they never lie.

Your future spouse's pov of you.

Remember: Take only what resonates, this is a general reading. Tarot readings are done with entertainment purposes only. Hope you like it!

Pile 1 -> 4

Pile 1

2 of cups, page of cups, the fool, 7 of wands, queen of cups, 2 of swords

Welcome to your reading pile 1! Ironically (because of my blog’s name) when I started shuffling Harry Styles’ Cherry came to mind. I feel like laying face up and just sigh very heavily. Your fs is someone so so romantic, but they might have trouble openly expressing this part of themselves. They are the type of person to just stare at you in secret. Because you’re pretty, and you’re smart, and you’re ignoring me so you’re obviously my type. Those kind of vibes. They look at you truly with so much admiration, it kind of scares them to approach. I feel like you’re always booked and busy, always on the run, so they might feel a little bit wary of wasting your time. They will want to wait for the perfect time to talk to you. In their eyes, you’re just so soft and beautiful, someone they want to protect and hug, and never leave your side. Eye contact is really important in this pile. I feel like you might have some kind of sad eyes, they can clearly see every emotion on your eyes. They’re very perceptive, and very emotional intelligent. But they might consider you so independent that they shy a little when it comes to offer help and support. They see you as such a strong and reliable person, someone that stands up for others, that always know what to say. They also see you as their perfect match. Maybe you two mirror each other, whether your personalities or your past experiences. But there’s a really deep understanding of the other. They might be hesitant about approaching, because they might feel a little bit insecure. They have put you on such a pedestal (where you should be honestly) that they don’t think they’re worthy of you. Too good for them. This will turn in a very slow-burn situation. But it’s because they think you deserve the best and only the best. You’re so sweet in their eyes pile 1. It’s like an adoration overload. They truly want to make your life easier, acts of deed and gift giving might be their love language. 

Pile 2

the devil, knight of cups, justice, king of wands, 5 of wands, the world, knight of pentacles, 2 of cups 

Hello, hello pile 2. You make hot and bothered , first thing I got, oh well. I feel my mind all mushy and confused. Hot n Cold by Katy Perry. What are you doing to them pile 2? I feel like you’re a kind of intimidating, cold, very focused on your goals, you know what you want, when to do something, very powerful. And they’re just, well, perplexed. You know yourself so well, you’re passionate about the things you like, have well defined morals and values. I feel like you’re often on the eye of the storm. They just don’t know what to do. You’re a well rounded person, know your qualities but also aware of your faults, and you’re working on improving yourself constantly. You’re not someone that can be stopped easily, like a bull, your eyes are set one something then you’ll do anything to get it. I feel like honesty might be your best and worst trait at the same time. They see you as someone who will say what’s exactly on your mind, no sugarcoat, just plain truth, but might forget to consider others and your words might hurt a little. They might want to live up to you, like wanting to follow your steps, kind of like a consort, a step behind. They definitely like when you take control, and will let you take it anytime. This is the part when they get turned on about you, but might not want to admit it out loud. I feel like your presence makes them very happy, just with being by your side is enough for them, kind of person that enjoys doing different things in silence but in the same room. I just got Megan Fox, like how sensual she is, how confident she is, how smart and perfect she is. Will go anywhere, anywhere, by your hand. Breakfast in bed, let’s just stay in all day. They definitely want you all by themselves, I feel like they might have some possessive tendencies (nothing too much, don’t worry). They just feel that you are so wonderful, and it’s clear that he’s not the only one that sees that, that they don’t want to share, or feel they have to compete for your attention. They want to prove themselves to you and show you they’re everything and the only one you need.

Pile 3

the wheel, page of swords, queen of cups, page of wands, the sun, temperance. 6 of wands, king of pentacles

Hi and welcome pile 3. Right off the bat, they love your laugh. Like really love your smile, kind of person that will do anything to make you laugh, even if it means doing something a little bit embarrassing in public. Your fs sees you as someone that is bubbly, out going, positive, very friendly, morning person. But they know that behind that you have gone through your fair share of struggles and have to build yourself up, they’re very proud of you. They see you as someone successful, knows how to manage themselves financially. You have a good balance between work and play. You value your career a lot, and might be a very important aspect of your life, but you know when to clock out and relax, and enjoy other things. They see you as someone adventurous and brave, they want to travel around the world with you, explore with you, do some adrenaline crazy activities too. I feel like food is relevant lol, like going to nice restaurants together, cooking and creating and trying new recipes together, like it’s your favourite bonding activity. Strawberries covered in chocolate. You’re also really smart, they just never get tired of listening to you speak, about anything and everything, you might be a great story teller too. You might know about so many different and sometimes unexpected topics, that they admire you for it. They feel like your mind is a wonder. You’re really brave pile 3, I feel like clapping for you right now. You know how to navigate obstacles and maintaining a positive outlook on life not matter what it throws back at you. Very rational and serious when needed, but knows when to let your hair loose and have fun too. They see you as someone who is so cute and huggable. Your happiness is definitely one of their priorities, and they hate to see you down. I’m going to stress this again, they’re really really proud of you. That message is coming so strong, and if you remember one thing only about this reading let it be that they’re so proud of you pile 3. 

Pile 4

2 of wands, 10 of swords, page of pentacles, 5 of cups, 4 of cups, the world rev, the emperor

Hello pile 4, do you want a hug? I feel like giving you a hug. You’re so strong pile 4, but your fs can see right through you. I know you like hiding your emotions and problems from others, but you can’t trick your fs, seriously. I know it’s hard to open up, and I know it’s scary, and you might have been betrayed or ignored by people you thought you could trust, but your fs is here for you. They want to crack your shell, know about every part of you, the good, the bad, the ugly, the pretty. I want you to see yourself the way I see you. You might stubborn about sharing your issues, you want to do everything by yourself, but I feel like is coming from a place of disappointment. You’ve been let down so many times, you don’t want to go through it again. But your fs is not going anywhere. I feel like they find you stubbornness funny, kind of teasing you until you open up or confess. You might be wary at the beginning to start a romantic relationship, or to even admit you like your fs, but they know and they want to hear you say it. Your fs will soften you up with time. They just want to help you, want to support you on your plans for the future, want to have plans for the future that involves the two of you. They see you as someone so resilient and that has had to stand alone for so long, they don’t want you to do that anymore. They’re here now, they’re not going anywhere, they got you. It feels like walks at midnight, being in your own bubble, everyone can feel the tension, even if you deny it. You two have such a great chemistry, it just makes sense, you fit perfectly, if only you see that too. It’s not going to be a perfect path from now, and there will be more obstacles on your way, but you two can do this, together. Your fs sees it that if you’re together you’ll be fine, you’ll get through whatever. Your fs is not going to let you down.

Xo, Xo, Cherry 💋

[darkmold]

The Hunger Games d!ck analysis post because i have severe brainrot rn

Warnings: d i c k

Finnick “The Peacock” Odair

Finnick’s cock is an average length but it is so PRETTY- it’s tan like the rest of him with a slight tone shift towards the tip and no particular curve. Thick enough to give his partners that little stretch when he first pushes in

He has a neat patch of curly blond pubes above his cock, probably no treasure trail

The skin is silky and very pleasing to run your tongue along. He has a sensitive spot on the underside near the base. Use that information as you will.

I feel like he cums a lot and it tastes good. He seems like the type of guy to eat a lot of fruit

Haymitch “The Alcoholic” Abernathy

Longer than average but a bit on the slim side, his dick is lined with veins and the head gets purple when he’s close to cumming. Has an upwards curve that hits all the good spots

I don’t see him as the shaving type, so he probably has a good amount of hair on his belly and thighs

His depression makes it difficult for him to get in the mood, but when he is, he has good stamina. He’ll make the session worth your while.

He produces a good amount of cum, but it probably doesn’t taste very good cuz of the alcohol. He’s aware of this though, and prefers to finish outside the mouth

Cato “Career Girl” Hadley

A bit shorter than average but makes up for it in other ways. Decently thick though! There is a vein running up the side of his shaft that’s most prominent at the base

Sensitive at the tip and loves getting head, his cock blushes a pretty pink color when he’s hard

Shaves as often as he can manage because the hair is uncomfortable in his training gear back in district 2

He cums suddenly (though not prematurely) and gets embarrassed and a little upset when someone mentions it. Yes, he’s tried to fix it. No, he hasn’t been successful.

Peeta “Baker’s Boy” Mellark

Another smaller than average lad, but anyone who doubts him will quickly learn otherwise.

Values the warmth and connection of sex, it’s like he’s trying to meld himself with his partner and never leave. The heat of his skin quickly takes over the mind of his partners and they’re left in a puddle of orgasmic affection

His cock blushes red when he gets worked up and it’s very fun to stroke (especially when he feels safe enough to make some noise- the whimpers will melt your heart)

He cums a normal amount, but it leaves his mind mushy every time. Eyes unfocused and everything. Something tells me he’d want to finish inside but he’s wary about doing so. Cum tastes sweet and a little salty (almost like if trail mix were a fluid)

[moonstruckme]

hiii i would love a tasm! peter where reader has just moved out of home for the first time and is feeling a bit lonely! peter comes over and keeps them company, maybe they make dinner or have a movie night :)

Thanks for requesting lovely!

cw: reader deals with loneliness

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader ♡ 753 words

You open your door to the smell of smoke. Instantly you beeline towards the kitchen, worried you’d left the stove on or your new apartment came with some faulty wiring, but you find yourself blocked at the threshold. A tall figure steps into your way. 

“Please don’t—” 

You gasp and jump at the same time, up and back, and Peter has to grab your arms to keep you from tripping over the couch. 

“Freak out,” he finishes. He grins as he rights you, eyes light with amusement. “Sorry, there were probably better ways to do that.” 

“Fuck,” you sigh, bending and setting your hands on your knees. “Peter, what the hell? How did you get in here?” 

“You left your window unlocked.” Peter lets you go, holding his hands aloft for a second to make sure you don’t topple before stepping back. “Super not safe, by the way. I’m not the only person in New York who knows how to climb a fire escape.” 

You shake your head, baffled, before remembering your original concern. “Are you burning something?” 

He winces. “Not intentionally.” 

You raise your eyebrows and move past him, into your kitchen. Peter follows behind. 

“It’s out,” he assures you. You spot a smoldering dish in the sink, the charred remains of what you suppose was once food submerged in cold water. At least the smoke seems to be thin, clinging to the ceiling and drifting slowly out your open kitchen window. “I thought I could be fancy and make something, but, uh, reinforcements have been called.” 

You turn. “Reinforcements?” 

Peter grins sheepishly. “Pizza.” 

A little laugh sputters out of you, and his grin softens around the edges. 

“Can I get a hug?” he asks. 

You step forward willingly, the remainders of the day’s exhaustion seeping out of you as Peter wraps his arms tightly around your shoulders. You squeeze his middle in return, resting your cheek on his chest and wishing stupidly that you could fall asleep just like this. 

“What’re you doing here?” you ask. 

“What do you mean?” Peter’s tone is teasing, but it’s still a bit gentler than usual, mushy fond. “Where else would I be? You thought you could move to Staten Island and get away from me?” 

“It’s kind of far,” you admit. 

“You’re delusional. You don’t get to have an apartment all by yourself, you’re stuck with me and my mooching forever. This is our new apartment.” 

“Really?” you ask, though the words have happiness and affection sprouting to life in your chest. When you’d moved here on your own, you’d figured it would seem empty without your family but you hadn’t known how much you would feel it. You like the freedom, having control of your own schedule and how you decorate and which things go in the dishwasher, but you miss having people around. It’s been so easy to fall into a routine characterized by solitude, with nothing but work to make you leave the apartment and no one to keep you company when you’re home. “You gonna pay rent?” 

Peter squishes his cheek into the top of your head. Unbeknownst to you, he’s picked up on all of this. You’ve been calling him more since you’d moved in here, late at night and in the middle of the day. He’s gotten the sense you just want to talk to someone. He’s always happy to be that someone, but sometimes the phone doesn’t cut it. The trip from Queens to Staten Island isn’t a short one, but he’s going to be making it more often. He’s missed seeing you, your sweet face and the way your eyes crackle when you look at him. 

He pulls back, and they’re doing it now. You’re smiling at Peter like he’s the best thing you’ve seen all week, which is very flattering, but it seems like a low bar. 

“I’m thinking I’ll pay thirty percent of utilities,” he says. “Sound fair?” 

“Totally fair,” you agree, rolling your eyes. 

He grins. “Perfect. You’re getting a great deal, here, sweetheart. I’m already providing pizza and a movie.” 

Your eyebrows raise. “A movie?” 

Peter goes to your couch, whipping up the DVD case. “Yup. Blu-ray.” 

You’re smiling so big he can see all your teeth, but you shake your head. “Oh, Peter.” 

“What?” 

“I just moved in here. Why would you think I had a DVD player?” 

Peter’s head rolls back, an odd breath leaving him that’s half sigh, half laugh. “I guess that’s another thing I’m getting you, huh?”

[tvgals]

⛤ MHA BOYS AND THEIR EARTHY GF !

ft.- kirishima, bakugo, deku, rody (i will never get over him), and todoroki <3

cw- black reader! fem bodied! reader - enjoy <3

⛤ KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

ejirou looks at you in awe. how can someone look so…beautiful? you can only giggle. “baby, whatcha lookin’ at?” you ask, smiling. “just the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen..” he coos, watching you put in your bamboo hoop earrings, your bracelets clacking with each movement..

“you’re so mushy, eiji’.” you chuckle, standing up from your desk to look for a slate green headscarf you’d previously thrown somewhere. “how can i not be when i have the most perfect girl in the world?” he gushes, a toothy grin in his face, hand on his cheek, pushing the top of it to his eyes. you grab your scarf off of the floor and you take the xl hairtie from around your wrist and pull your soft locs into a ponytail, then you wrap the scarf around, the knot in the front. “you’re like magic. all the stuff you’re able to do is incredible..”

⛤ KATSUKI BAKUGO

“orange. wear orange today please.” katsuki mutters from your bed. you’re currently walking all over the room, your incense in hand. “why orange kats?” you inquire, stubbing out in incense into your brown ashtray. “because..ya’ look good in orange.”

“maybe i will. might even wear the stack of necklaces you bought me the other day.” you reply, stacking your rings atop of one another before plopping in the bed next to katsuki. “don’t mess up y’ makeup…looks really nice today.” the blonde says, a sparkling being oh so faint in his pretty crimson eyes. “thank you babe.” you grin — leaning over to kiss his cheek.

⛤ RODY SOUL

“hi princess, whatcha doin?” rody drawls, walking into your poster filled room. “my makeup. what’s up?” you look up at him, big doe eyes filled with love.

“went to the thrift today. i know how you said it was better than shopping online and stuff. so i went there.” he says, holding out a bag that’s almost half the size of him.. “really? you didn’t have to get all of this! how much did it cost?” you almost immediately drop your lip liner when you see the bag filled with maxi skirts and tote bags and crop tops. “just $48 and some change. can’t wait for you to try it on sweets.”

⛤ IZUKU MIDORYIA

“love? where’re you?” your emerald haired boyfriend shouts from the living room. for a second, he sits in silence, the faint noise of afro beats hitting his ears. you must be reading. izuku kicks his shoes off and walks into you two’s shared bedroom to see you — stomach on the bed with your legs up, mumbling under your breath. “hey.” izuku greets, closing the door behind him.

“oh, hey baby! my bad i couldn’t hear you.” you giggle, pulling izuku onto the bed with you. “you look really pretty from this angle..” izuku admires.

⛤ SHOTO TOODOROKI

“honey, did you see what i posted?” todoroki questions, you know he doesn’t post often, only liking videos and pictures you post and sometimes going live. “what was it baby?” you ask, opening your phone and pressing the instagram icon. you can see the rainbow ring around todorokies profile picture consisting of you and him, you press it and can see the video he posted.

“guys, look at how pretty my girlfriend is. she’s so good at doing makeup.” todoroki admires, practically shoving the phone in your face. “her room is very nice. she says all the crystals and chakras and stuff help us or whatever.”

you smile, hugging todoroki. “i love you sho’” “love you more.”

[infamous-if]

we focus so much on the angst (which i love too!!) but can we get some fluffy facts about being in a relationship with the cast pretty please? 💕💕

Yes, I’m sort of ready for some fluff haha

Being in a relationship with

Seven: means a lot of mushiness. Seven is very free with their love. They will stare at you a lot and when you confront them they’ll just shrug and say “sorry you’re just so [insert compliment here].” Seven likes to take a lot of photos and expect songs written about you and many mixtapes. That’s how they communicate everything they feel: through mixtapes and songs. As I mentioned before, seven is also touchy, though it depends on MC’s comfort level, but their default is touching all the time. Always connected, as if permanently linked. Seven will always have at least one finger on you at all times 😭 they’re a clinger, like I said, they sort of act like a needy puppy who wants attention all the time. Pouty. Whining, but in an endearing way.

Orion: means romance in private. Orion is good with all the normal relationship stuff he just tends to cringe more over it LMSJSJS but in private, he is surprisingly romantic and sheepish? He’ll set up a whole five-course date and then play it off like “it was nothing” Orion is also someone who does a lot of things without thinking about it. He’ll buy something for MC and very casually say “this made me think of you so here” and while it may seem like it’s a big deal, it just comes naturally to him. He’s a bit possessive, but not an unhealthy amount? More in a protective way. What you saw in the demo during the interview is what Orion is like with a partner. In public he is a bit less affectionate, but in private there will be a lot of lingering touches, a lot more affection. Orion wouldn’t want to leave MC’s side, even if he doesn’t always vocalize it. He also gets a bit more reckless and loses that sort of “workaholic” habit of his (aka willing to ditch work to stay with MC.)

Victoria: mush, mush, mush. She’s super affectionate and loves PDA and everything that comes with romance. Victoria will shower her partner with constant love and support. She isn’t shy to express how much she misses someone, and will write long letters about how she feels. She wants to shout her love on the rooftops and is a bit clingy like Seven. She wants to be smothered and smothers in return. Hugging constantly; always has herself wrapped around her partner. Random kisses, random gifts. She will take her partner to every event. She does get a bit jealous but nothing too bad, especially considering her experience. She’s a very sweet lover who is proud of her partner.

Seb: Seb can be quite shy. His affection comes with a lot of hesitance and is not as loud, but sweet all the same. He likes to ask permission a lot (‘can I kiss you?’ ‘can I hold your hand?’) and is the type to pick out a flower from the grass and gift it to MC lol I can’t say much about Seb aside from the fact that he does sort of act like a young kid who is in his first stages of love. He questions himself often but there are moments of confidence that are surprising. He’s also protective like Orion, and likes to be entangled all the time (see: hugging from behind.) he’s more of a go-with-whatever-MC-is-doing type. If MC wants to get wild, he’ll get wild. If not, he’s okay with that too.

G: a lot of touching, a lot of kissing. G won’t care about anyone else in the room if you’re around. They won’t even pay any mind to anyone else. G’s love can be sort of intense in the sense that they aren’t shy about sharing how they don’t gaf about anyone else but you. They want to be on top of their partner all the time. Hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder. They want to spend all their time together. All their free time goes to them. G will include them in every convo. They won’t want to do anything fun or new without their partner. They’ll talk about them all the time. Ask where they are, look for them constantly. Moan about how they just want to talk to them or see them. G will become insufferable once they are apart. Like some bratty child. G turns into a completely different person when they’re in love.

August: means August is always thinking of their partner’s well-being. Always by their side. August will send them links to songs and videos that remind them of them and casually boast their partner’s accomplishments to anyone who will listen. They kind of lose a bit of their coolness and get a bit dorky around people they like; fumbling over their words, turning clumsy, getting shy. They’ll get real embarrassed to talk about their feelings or get mushy but they’ll do it if it makes their partner happy. They’ll think of them often and just want to chat about everything. August will be an open book with the person they love. Nothing is off limits. They laugh more, become more open and make more jokes. August becomes very free in the presence of the one they like. They’re a very different person (like G.)

[foxintheferns]

Imagine/Fic Request!

Paul Lahote x Reader Imprinting

@baylexxxx this is WAY longer than you were probably expecting but I got so into it! please enjoy. I’m totally down to add a part 2 to this…perhaps a very spicy one…

The Imprint

Jesus, (y/n), you really gotta slow it down next time

Jacob’s surprised and slightly exasperated voice filled your thoughts.

You were still struggling with the concept of constantly having another person’s thoughts in your mind. Hell, you were still getting used to being a shapeshifting werewolf, for crying out loud.

You had accidentally tackled Jacob in your process of shifting into a wolf, it being only your fifth time ever shifting. You were struggling with controlling your impulse and intentionally shifting on purpose, as the first time you’d shifted had been unexpected - and quite painful.

You ran through the trees, following behind Jacob who was several hundreds yards ahead and leading you to the top of the cliffs where the wolves often came together for pack meetings. You felt your massive paws hitting the mossy forest floor with great force, and it felt so effortless. Your strong canine body moved without resistance, muscles pushing you forward in ways you’d never experienced in your human body. It was addictive.

You were living with your father, Jack, down at La Push, who’s been estranged from the rest of your family for quite some time. He never wanted to leave La Push due to his familial and tribal ties, and your mother took you with her when she left him, never truly understanding or caring for your father’s heritage with the Quileutes. After years of a rocky and bitter relationship with your mother, you left New York three weeks ago to reconnect with your father, only to be met with the shocking reality of your genetic inheritance. Your mother had hid much of your father’s past from you, never telling you where he was, and never wanting you to reconnect with him. You had done months of searching online, and finally found distant relatives, eventually leading you back to your long-lost father in La Push. Now, you knew what she was so afraid of. And you despised her for it. Embracing your true identity had brought you to the happiest, albeit confusing and shocking, place you’d ever known.

Sorry Jake, think I’m still getting used to the feeling…you thought back in response to his complaint about your less than perfect shifting.

Don’t worry, (y/n), we’ve all been there! Seth’s sweet and calm voice filled the silence, and you could feel Jacob getting annoyed with the fact that Seth had phased in order to tag along with you on your patrol.

Seth, aren’t you supposed to be at Leah’s engagement party? Jacob thought back.

Psh, they won’t even know I left! Leah’s still drooly over Kai, she doesn’t notice anything else around her half the time.

You started pondering the idea of Leah being so head over heels for her recent fiancé, and due to the boys being able to hear your every thought and feeling, Jacob picked up on your questions quickly.

Imprinting does that to you, (y/n). It’s weird for us to see her so mushy too. We didn’t even think Leah COULD imprint.

Yeah, she finally has someone to put all her love into who actually wants it, I sure am happy for her Seth’s sweet tone and emotion filled the space, and you could feel the brotherly love he had for her emanating from him.

Huh…you thought to yourself, interesting how you and Leah were the only two female wolves in the pack. And here Leah had imprinted, something they were unsure she’d ever be able to do. You wondered if that meant that you could ever…

You bet your ass you can. Jake’s thought broke you from your internal dialogue.

Ugh. I REALLY don’t enjoy having a couple of men in my head and knowing my every thought. Now I get what Leah meant when she said she was grateful to have another girl around here now.

Oh, please. Jacob thought back sarcastically as he began slowing down his pace in front of you. Light broke through the trees and you could now hear Seth’s heavy paws hitting the soft ground behind you as he came up from lower on the mountain. Jacob shook out his russet fur and huffed, stepping into the clearing in front of you. You looked down at your paws, and wondered if you looked as cool as Jacob did as a wolf. Silly to be self conscious even in wolf form, but you were still you…

Don’t worry (y/n), you’re a pretty sick lookin wolf Seth thought in response to your pondering.

Embarrassed at the boys hearing your mind’s vulnerable worries, you tried changing your train of thought.

Yeah, honestly, you are kinda badass looking… Jacob thought, amused at your attempt to backtrack.

Jacob’s compliment peaked your curiosity and you huffed at him, poking his thick furred side with your muzzle playfully as you now came up beside him at the edge of the cliff face.

Jacob’s rich brown wolf eyes met yours, and you saw the familiar boyish, impish, twinkle in them that was so prominent in his human form. You thought back to the first time seeing yourself in wolf form after your second ever shifting, in the reflection of the large living room window of the Blacks’ house in the backyard. Your fur was a soft pearlescent white, with a rich black undercoat, causing your fur to look multi-dimensional and to change tone in different lighting. Your ears were black-tipped, as if they’d been dipped in paint, and your golden wolf eyes glowed against the stark white backdrop of your face.

You flirting with me, Black? You thought back jokingly, trying to deflect from the compliments.

Jacob barked an unbothered laugh in response, shaking out his massive head and flicking his large muzzle towards the cliff face, directing you to keep moving.

Seth was right behind you now, and you were getting a hang of recognizing each of the wolves’ personal scents. Seth’s was musky and sweet, sweeter than Jacob’s, who had more of an earthy note to it.

Hear that, Jake? A girl thinks I smell better. Ha!

You rolled your eyes at the boyish mocking and tried to focus on the task at hand, memorizing the lay of the land around La Push.

You spent the next few hours with Seth and Jacob, running through the trees and taking in new scents, exploring this new world of beauty and heightened senses that you would’ve never thought possible before.

Later that evening, at the Blacks’ house:

The boys had shifted back first, leaving you to be in your wolf form by yourself for a few minutes as they headed into the house, so that you could shift without worrying about being naked in front of them. Maybe one day you’d be able to do it like Leah, without freaking out. You focused and closed your eyes. You began to breathe evenly and intentionally, urging your body to return to its natural state. You shuddered and gasped as your body transformed and phased back to your human form, your body tingling and burning with the sensation. It truly was a bit painful and jarring, and you wondered if that would ever really go away. You grabbed the loosely stacked clothing that was folded up at the bottom of the big pine tree by the edge of the yard, and hid behind the tree as you swiftly put the soft black sweatpants and hoodie on, eager to not be ass naked in the middle of the woods anymore. You shook your long hair out and grabbed the brown utility boots sitting on the pine-needle blanketed forest floor, pulling them onto your feet and jumping slightly as you gathered your balance on one foot to do so.

Finally, you felt put together enough to be able to join the others. With a huff, you stuffed your hands into your front hoodie pocket and walked across the vast yard towards the house, out from the tree-line. The Blacks’ house was glowing with warm light from within, string lights hanging down from the beams over the back porch. You smiled to yourself as you thought of how beautiful your new home was, here in La Push. Your Dad’s house was only a few houses down from the Blacks’. It was so different from New York, and you were grateful for that. Greenery and trees were everywhere you looked. You breathed deeply, letting the smooth and clear mountain air fill your lungs. You’d never get tired of that. You looked over to the Blacks’ driveway and saw your Dad’s blue truck, causing a smile to light up your face. You skipped more eagerly towards the back door of the house, happy to see your Dad after the exhausting day. After years without a father in your life, and only the crappy flaky men your mom brought around, having your dad in your life was incredible. He had missed you so much, and had been searching endlessly for you, too. Your mom had blocked his number and taken you without much notice, knowing that his loyalty to the tribe would ensure he never strayed too far from La Push to search for you. He had lived alone for years, until only two years ago when he had met and imprinted on his wife, Nayla. You were glad he had someone, and were even more grateful that he was ten times the parent you had ever expected him to be. He was your guiding light when you first arrived to La Push three weeks ago, and when within days you had developed an intense fever that had knocked you on your ass, causing you to be bed-bound for a week. He had explained the stories of the tribe to you, stressing the importance of not resisting the natural changes your body was going through, and trusting in yourself to remain calm. Your dad was in his fifties now, and had left his days of shape shifting behind a few years ago, leaving the wolf duties to the several twenty-something’s and teenagers that were rapidly joining the pack after the Cullens came through town.

You pulled open the old, heavy wooden backdoor and stepped into the warmly lit kitchen.

The scent of something savory filled your nose, and your mouth watered. You hadn’t realized how hungry you’d been after adventuring through the mountains all day.

“Hey, there she is! What’s up kiddo?,” your Dad entered the kitchen through the large entryway to the living room, a wide grin on his tan face.

You smiled back, pausing in front of the sink to turn to him.

He strode forward to hug you, swinging you back and forth slightly. It still amazed you how large the Quileute men were, and you smiled at how your height made so much more sense to you now; being 5’10 and lanky never really added up, your petite mother only 5’5 and shrinking at that. Knowing your height was something your dad gave you genetically caused you to feel a pride in it you’d never quite felt before.

“Hey, Dad,” you said back lightly, hugging him in return and groaning out a strained, “Okay- Too! Tight!”, when his massive arms became a bit too restrictive. He pulled away, standing back and putting his hands on your shoulders, eyeing your face from a distance.

“Well, now, how was your first patrol, huh?,” he said with another toothy grin.

You rolled your eyes and smiled again, trying to avoid letting your Dad see any of your new-pack-addition anxiety.

“It was, ya know, pretty cool,” you said with a nonchalant shrug.

“Yeah, right, you were lovin it (y/n)! Sniffing all over the place and running around like a rocket. Just admit it, you think it’s super cool,” you heard Jacob’s taunting, booming voice come from the living room, and several different laughs echoed into the kitchen along with his.

You felt heat flush to your face, and turned toward the counter to see where the good smell was coming from. You heard your dad’s low chuckle from behind you.

“Listen, kid, I’m glad it’s going well. If anything’s ever bothering you, let me know, alright?,” Your dad said casually, clearly trying to play off how much he loved finally playing a parental role in your life. His hand gently squeezed your shoulder. You turned to shoot him a warm, grateful smile.

“Thanks, Dad. I will,” you replied.

He gestured toward the oven, “Warm lasagna in there for ya, too,” He said before bending down to grab a beer from the fridge and heading back with a content sigh towards the living room, cracking the can open loudly.

You piled a double serving of the deliciously aromatic lasagna onto your plate, feeling more ravenous by the second. You took your plate and a fork and headed into the living room where Jacob, Seth, Billy, your dad, Sam & Emily, and Leah & Kai were lounging and eating as well, all surrounding the large tv and a crackling log-fire in the fireplace. You eyed the room, looking for somewhere to settle in. Seth met your eyes and grinned from across the room. He scooted over on one of the dark green couches and moved his plate of lasagna into one hand so that he could pat the spot next to him with the other. You felt yourself flush pink again and headed over to the couch, gratefully taking the spot next to him and starting to chow down on your dinner.

You spent the next couple of hours laughing and chatting with the lot of them, and after a while your Dad said his goodnights and headed home, Billy went to his room, and Leah and Kai were in the kitchen baking multiple batches of brownies. Your interest was immediately spiked when Sam mentioned the rest of the pack’s return.

“Yeah, the guys should be getting back pretty shortly now,” you heard Sam mumble to Emily and Jacob as they sat on the floor in front of the fire.

You had been told when you first became aware of your newfound family that several of the pack’s members were away, in their human forms and traveling up to Canada. Jacob had told you that the pack had come across some news of other wolfpacks living up in the Northern Yukon area, and they had wanted to see if the stories had any validity to them.

You looked up as you heard Sam’s comment. He was already glancing toward you, as were Emily and Jacob.

Suddenly, Leah’s face popped around the corner from the kitchen. “Oh great, (y/n), you’ll be meeting the rest of the pack tonight. Get ready for that,” Leah said with an eye-roll, leaning through the doorway to peek in at you. Her hands were covered in flour and she had the white powder dusted across her blue shirt. Her fiancé, Kai, appeared next to her in the doorway. He chuckled and threw his large arm around her shoulder, tugging her against him, causing her exasperated expression to soften and turn into one of warmth and devotion.

“That bad, huh?,” you responded with a laugh.

Jacob shook his head, his mouth full of a bite of his third brownie of the night, “Nah. You’ve already met Jared and Quill, can’t get much more annoying…,” He cocked his head to the side then, narrowing his eyes and thinking, seeming to second guess his own words, “Well, actually, now that I say that-”

Seth interrupted Jacob to scoff and exclaim, “Oh please, you think Quill has anything on the wrath of Paul? She’ll wanna leave the pack by the time she gets a load of him….”

Jacob snickered in response, shoving the rest of the brownie into his mouth.

Sam’s stoic voice filled the room then, his normally wise tone laced with amusement now, “Cut it out, guys. Don’t scare her off.”

His gentle gaze turned to your face now, seemingly trying to gauge how seriously you were taking the boys’ warnings, “It’s just Embry, Paul, and Collin. They’re all fine. Embry and Collin are nice kids,” he finished.

Seth chuckled, and muttered under his breath, “See how he didn’t put Paul under that nice guy description?”

Sam’s eyes darted to Seth’s face, clearly having heard his comment.

“Paul’s got a… a temper, sometimes, that’s all. Easily provoked into phasing. He’s a rough around the edges kinda guy; we all put up with it,” Sam said curtly, shooting a look at Seth. You saw Emily crack a smile, her eyes flicking to yours. She had been so kind to you since your arrival, expressing her gratitude that more women were joining the pack, as she didn’t have many girlfriends in the reservation, and also liked the idea of some levelheaded females balancing out the testosterone-filled wolf pack. You gave her a warm and slightly timid smile.

Suddenly, a low and deep rumbling sound could be heard coming up the dirt road outside, and the rumbling could even be felt through vibrations in the floor of the house. You glanced over towards the big window next to the couch, and could see a large black pickup truck pulling up alongside Jacob’s Volkswagen Rabbit outside the house.

“Speak of the devil,” Jacob muttered under his breath, picking up the fire poker to adjust the logs in the fireplace with a sigh. The ringing sound of a timer going off flowed out from the kitchen.

“Brownies are done!,” Leah called from the kitchen, and Seth grinned at the announcement of the second batch of brownies of the night being almost ready.

“Jeez, wolves really can eat,” you mumbled, slightly annoyed at your own massively increased appetite since your transformation. Sam chuckled deeply.

“Gotta keep up with these bodies, (y/n),” Sam replied gently, patting his stomach, “It’s a blessing and a curse.”

Just then, the rumbling engine cut off, and the sound of a truck’s doors slamming and deep voices alongside heavy footsteps could be heard coming up the walkway towards the back door. You felt your heartbeat quicken, and internally wondered why you were feeling so nervous. Maybe it was because you were meeting more members of a pack you’d be part of for many years to come. Maybe you felt anxious to be good enough, one of the only two women in the male-dominated pack. You were going back and forth with your inner dialogue when the back door loudly swung open, creaking and slamming as the three massive men entered the small house.

“Yo, yo!,” You heard a baritone voice coolly ring out from the other room, and the sound caused goosebumps to raise across your arms. Two other male voices announced greetings, one of them commenting on the delicious brownie smell.

The backdoor of the home entered directly into the small kitchen, and you heard Leah and Kai greet the three boys. Although you could not yet see them due to the separation of the two rooms, they sounded like they took up a considerable amount of space in the tiny kitchen.

“Aw, damn it! I was hoping you’d stay in Canada forever,” you heard Leah’s playful voice exclaim.

A rough, deep chuckle sounded out from the kitchen, and again your body had an involuntary response, a twitch running through you and a shiver hitting your spine.

“Yeah, yeah, save it Leah. You missed me,” the same rough voice responded, and you almost gasped out loud at the odd familiarity the sound held. The voice was like velvet to your ears, and you felt a pang run through you, as if you had been shocked by a small electric sensation.

Seth glanced over at you from his spot next to you on the couch, eyeing you for a moment, before he hoisted himself up off the couch and casually walked over to the wide entryway into the kitchen. Sam and Emily stood up as well, eager to greet the boys. Jacob sat in front of the fire still, stoking the fire. He shot a glance over to you, and his eyes widened slightly.

“You good, (y/n)?,” He asked curiously, his voice quiet and slightly alarmed. You locked your eyes with his. You must’ve looked a little off, judging by Jacob’s brow suddenly furrowing in confusion and concern. You felt extremely comfortable with Jacob; he was one of the pack Alphas, and he had helped guide you through your first few phasings with such calm leadership and praise. He made you feel inherently safe due to his confident and empathetic presence. Maybe it was for that reason, or due to the fact that he’d already been inside your brain and known your thoughts and feelings for days on end now, that you felt the ability to speak your mind.

“I-… I’m not sure, I- I feel kinda… weird,” You whispered quietly, feeling your hands begin to sweat and become clammy. Jake’s eyes narrowed, and he stood up, brushing the ash from the fireplace off of the seat of his pants. He seemed to be about to speak again when the muffled and upbeat conversation in the kitchen suddenly mentioned your name, and you both paused.

“Yeah, the new addition. (y/n). She’s right in there, with Jake. Seth and him have been showing her the ropes,” Sam’s gentle voice rang out. There was silence, then a few muffled responses.

“Hey now, you didn’t tell us the new one was a girl, Sam! - So old man Jack does have a daughter? Damn, I always thought the guy was crazy when he said he had a kid somewhere and couldn’t find her…,” a new voice responded, a younger sounding and more upbeat tone. Collin, maybe? - you wondered to yourself. The voice didn’t have nearly the same effect that that first voice had just had on you, and you were anxiously waiting to hear it again, your subconscious desperate for the sound for some reason you couldn’t justify in your mind.

The muffled laughs cut off suddenly, and silence again fell across the house, this time filled with a tension that you felt oddly hyperaware of as you stared past Jacob at the lapping flames of the fire. A few brief moments passed, then Sam’s gruff voice sounded slightly alarmed, causing you to glance up from the fireplace. “You alright, Paul?”

You and Jacob both looked up at the same time towards the entryway to the kitchen, where a massively tall, well muscled and extremely handsome man stood, his impossibly large frame practically filling the wide doorframe.

He was holding a brownie in his hand, which within seconds was on the floor, his hand seeming to slip and not even register that it had dropped something, his fingers still outstretched as if the brownie remained within them.

His dark eyes were locked directly on you.

The moment your gaze met his, his expression became impossibly soft. It was filled with warmth, his cheeks suddenly flushing and his features smoothing. His lips parted slightly, and a huff of air escaped from his mouth.

Your heart and lungs felt like they no longer knew how to function. You heard a small, sharp gasp, and it took a moment before you realized it had come from your own mouth.

A familiarity surged through you, coursing along your skin and underneath your flesh, an entirely foreign feeling pumping along your nerves. It felt as though this man was…. not a man, but a soul, standing before you. A soul you knew. A soul that had been waiting for you to come home this entire time - this entire time you’d been somehow existing without it. It felt as though you’d truly, really known him.

As if you’d known him since the beginning of time, though you had never laid eyes on him before. Logically, you knew that. You knew that you didn’t know him. And yet?

“Holy shit,” You heard Jacob whisper from across the room, as he stood still in front of the fireplace. It was clear he was witnessing the two of you, although you couldn’t really register that. You couldn’t feel your body, or the couch beneath you anymore. You couldn’t feel anything other than the reunion of your soul with his. You felt, for the first time, like a seedling, who had been stretching up through packed dirt for its entire existence, searching tirelessly and endlessly for the sun, never knowing why you were growing and reaching upwards without end, but knowing there must be something up there - something just for you. It was as if your entire being had been yearning for its own self, its missing half, and you’d had no idea. You yearned for him, you felt like you had missed him. Like you were reuniting with a love you’d known many forevers ago.

And here he was, standing before you.

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A/N: pls why is this my favorite story so far 😫

let me know thoughts, & I hope you liked the plot! I’m incapable of writing short imagines, my brain is too overly detail oriented and it drives me insane but it’s so satisfying to bring it to life! I’d love to expand on this little imprinting and see where it goes ;) muahahah

Love u bye!

-Ro

[fyodoro]

heey. Thought about a hurt and comfort kind of thing with Ena, where she and the reader have a fight because the reader is basically worried about her, don't really talk for a while and then, Ena remembers how important they are to her. She finds them in Sekai and then she goes all mushy, but in her own way. And they are dating in this case. Hope that's not too complicated! :)

-> 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

You knew Ena had her moments, but things take a turn when you express your concern..?

With Ena Shinonome, gn! Reader

Cw) swearing, arguments, kinda short im srry anon…

It wasn’t a mystery to anyone around Ena that she wasn’t the most stable. It wasn’t rare to see her curse under her breath when the smallest thing goes wrong or for her to unintentionally take her emotions out on others or objects. But even that was only on the surface.

Beneath the surface isn’t something most get to see. Of course, her brother Akito has seen it plenty of times having to live with it, occasionally her fellow group members as well. But while you get to see what goes on, you also hear the reasoning and explanations behind it. The first time you witnessed it, it made you see Ena in a different light.

She gets very frustrated easily, and her coping skills aren’t the greatest. You always worried if things would escalate if you expressed your concerns. After all, Ena doesn’t take others concerns well. But sometimes, intervention is needed.

You were over your girlfriend’s place to spend time with her. Although she was doing her own thing most the time, she was still talking to you and including you in her work. It was simple yet sweet. Of course, this didn’t last as long as you’d like.

Ena was slowly getting more and more aggravated with her drawing. Thoughts like ‘Why isn’t it good enough, I messed it up, I hate it’ coursed through her mind over and over. The only thing keeping her from snapping is the fact you’re still in the same room as her. If you weren’t, she would have lost it hours ago.

You weren’t blind nor an idiot, you noticed the way Ena’s eye twitched at every stroke of her pencil, the way her scribbles got more and more aggressive. It wasn’t obvious to the untrained eye, but it was to you.

“Ena, why don’t you try taking a break for a bit? You’re getting… y’know, again.”

She ignored you at first, your words were only muffled compared to the ringing in her head. She heard you, but she didn’t wanna give up now.

“Ena, come on. It’ll still be there after a break. Come sit down with me.”

Without realizing, she roughly stroked the pencil across the paper just enough to snap it. When the pencil snapped, so did she.

“(Name)! Shut up! I don’t need you’re help or a break, just leave me alone!”

“I’m only trying to-“

“Help? Well look at what just happened. I wouldn’t have broken the pencil or messed up the drawing if it weren’t for you! You aren’t helping at all!”

“But I thought-“

“Get out!”

You didn’t have the energy to argue with Ena now, especially so randomly. You picked up your things and have a quick “Bye” before leaving her room. It wasn’t surprising to see Akito out of his room after all the noise, but maybe a bit surprising he was even home.

You didn’t know whether to tell him what just happened, ignore him, or say bye to him as well. But no matter what you did, he was still going to say something.

“Come back in about an hour or two, maybe three. She’ll regret it in a bit, I’m sure then she’ll wanna see you again.”

“Right.. thanks.”

Akito wasn’t home enough to hear when you and Ena argue, even if it isn’t often. But when he was there, he always gave you some kind of advice. It was nice of him, but you know Ena would probably kill him if you told her.

The whole walk home Ena’s words replayed in your mind. Were you really just ruining things? Messing her up? You knew she says a lot of mean things when she’s mad, but you’ve never gotten it this bad. The possibility of truth to her words made you feel uneasy.

But like her brother said- just come back in a few hours… just a few hours. Then it’ll all be okay. Just a few hours.

There wasn’t much for you to do that could pass the time faster, especially in this situation. Everything you did made your mind wander back to Ena. Maybe you could go back a bit early? Or maybe just give her this time to cool down. All the choices led to the same result, Ena.

A bright flash from your phone brought you back from your thoughts. Since when did you have flash on? You double checked your settings just to make sure, only to come across an Untitled song. Were you even listening to a song with no title? Doesn’t it need one in order to be released?

An even brighter flash went across your screen. ‘What the hell…’

A weird feeling went across your body, the feeling of going straight down on a roller coaster. The flash burnt your eyes a bit, to the point it hurt to open them. Rubbing them a bit to put them at ease, you’re gaze stumbled upon nothing.

It was… empty? Empty, dark and cold. But despite the emptiness, there was still noise, talking noise. It was hard to tell what direction it was coming from, considering it was sameness all around. But it didn’t take you long to recognize a particular voice.

“(Name)?”

“Ena?”

“What are you doing here? You shouldn’t have access to this place…”

This place? Ena was familiar with this place? Where even is it?

“This is (Name)? I was worried I’d gotten the wrong one, but looks like it’s the right one.”

Is that fucking Miku? Hatsune Miku? She looked so different… her blue hair was grey and her eyes were hetero chromic. If it weren’t for the recognizable robotic voice, you wouldn’t have guessed it was her.

“Ok, there’s… a lot of explaining to do. But can that come later? (Name)- I’m so sorry. I should have never blown up on you like that and you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Her apology sounded as genuine as can be, and she already looked like she just finished crying. You’d forgiven her the moment you left her home, but now you understand why you did.

“Ena it’s okay. I knew you didn’t mean anything you said- you were just angry. I’m sorry if I was pushing you out of your comfort zone, but I was really worried about you. I just wanted you to take a break for a bit.”

“(Name)…”

She pulled you into a hug, which you gladly accepted. You were just happy Ena was feeling better. Even if it was in the strangest of places.

After all, it was just you and her against the world, even if that world is a vast void of emptiness. As long as it’s Ena, anything is fine.

[sixteenstrikes]

a few mushy thangs from this classic list.. its all about wyll no surprise there…

pet names… inside jokes… thats a resounding yes on both fronts. by my reckoning wyll seems like he really enjoys joking around and teasing and of course he is fond of endearments, this is all canon stuff anyway… and he and loveday are both whimsy enjoyers…ive thought this whole time they would be joking around regularly…if you’re on a horrible quest and shit keeps hitting the fan you may as well tease your friend that you’re in love with to cheer the pair of you up

> Did either person change at all, to be with their partner?

thats my favorite thing in stories.. how two characters shape and change each other.. as jaheira wisely said.. for a few things: i think they inspire each other toward hope and courage. I like to think loveday influences wyll in small ways re being kind to himself.. enjoying life without any prerequisites or great deeds to earn peace… resting for rest’s own sake. come sit down with me and admire the ducks

> Do they have similar goals? If they clash, how do they deal?

the short answer- they don’t for a while, beyond the short term “helping someone who needs help” and when they clash (often) they argue a lot very genuinely and passionately and argue their way around to agreeing. or a compromise

the long answer

loveday is most interested in getting the tadpole the fuck out of his head and nothing else he is a friendly and kind hearted man but he is not a big picture person… until act 2 he is a little disoriented and more focused on helping the elturel refugees than pursuing some dubious cure for his own hopeless scenario

but from a week of knowing wyll onward he devotes himself to breaking the pact.. the more he gets to know him the more he worries that wyll doesn’t have anyone on his side. :( I think this is an interesting contrast because wyll’s goals seem to be more about the safety of baldur’s gate while breaking the pact is a dream or a nightmare’s conclusion beyond his reach

so they do argue about what is important and how they will accomplish each and it’s a lot of passionate talking. both of them respect how the other man takes their views seriously & wyll is a marvelous orator and loveday is heartfelt.. the more they understand each other the better they are able to argue

sometimes the argument is a foregone conclusion and the other person needs time to come around to it. while loveday is less sweet than wyll he is understanding & compassionate and he operates from a state of unconditional acceptance which is a little alien to wyll i think. they’ll have their arguments and every time loveday will come back around to bring him a drink or sit with him pleasantly even though they’re still in a state of firmly disagreeing

> what’s their first date..

This is a cute question … i think due to wyll being a professed lover of courtly stuff loveday would be adamant with himself over planning something nice. of course everything keeps getting worse and there’s never any time but once (redacted for spoilers) in act 3 they go out for fancy brunch one morning in the middle of everything and loveday is like there will be no heroics at this brunch. Please and he brought flowers and they have a lovely old time

but there are heroics immediately afterward

after they get out of (redacted) post game i think loveday would try taking him to see funny plays since he likes clowns so much

[skylarmoon71]

Rapheal (TMNT 2014/2016) - Chapter 4

A part of you dreaded this day.

“I know Leo is going to be exhausted after the shift, so I figured I’d lighten the load.”

April is rambling about something or the other. You don’t truly register it.

“I can tell that you have other things on your mind.” April chuckles. You wonder how she even knows, but the coffee now spilling on the counter is enough evidence. You curse, moving the cup over the sink as you hastily clean up the mess on your counter.

April watches with a little grin.

“Does this have anything to do with a certain ninja?”

You scoff, trying to play it off, but she sees right through you. You have no choice but to confess.

“I-I want to celebrate with him, but Raph doesn’t seem like the type.”

April looks very excited.

“Are you kidding me, he’s dying to spend Valentine’s with you.”

“Really!”

“Definitely. I have a very valuable source that told me he’s even gonna get something mushy.”

You squint.

“Valuable source eh?”

“Yep, can’t say who. Just make sure you up the ante. Make it as romantic as possible. Trust me, Raph’s a big old teddy bear.”

You can’t help but feel hopeful.

“Okay, I’ll do my best.”

What’s the worst that could happen?

~Later That Day~

“Crap.”

Raph had dealt with a lot, but this just wasn’t his day. After his patrol, some thugs thought it would be a good idea to mug an old lady. While he’d managed to subdue them, his gift had taken a hit. The bear he bought had its arm practically ripped out. The box of chocolates carried a very prominent dent. He placed the battered items on the roof with a frown.

He felt like shit showing up without a gift that he’d already had his mind set on giving you. But it felt almost disrespectful to give those poorly presented items. He just turned his back, heading for the fire escape. As he slid down the metal, he could hear your humming from the other side of the window. With a knock, he waited for the window to open.

“Raph.”

Your voice was steady, and you looked so excited. It was like a gut punch. He climbed through, trying his best not to look at you. When he straightened, he could see you looking past him. You seemed a bit distracted. When you finally looked at him, you gave a nervous smile. You were fidgeting, and when he took in the way the room was set up, it made sense.

The lights were dim, a few candles around the room. Your television was set up and he caught the scent of pizza, along with some drinks on the table. There were a few fancy glasses he’d often hear April threaten them about whenever they visited her apartment. From her tone he could only assume they were expensive. Used for special occasions.

The longer he stood there the clearer it seemed to become that this was meant to be a romantic valentine’s day date night.

And he’d show up empty handed.

You were shifting on your feet.

“I…”

You weren’t sure what to say. Raph has a frown on his face. He looked upset, and it made you second guess everything you’d done. When April insisted that Raph was interested in celebrating Valentine’s Day, you were ecstatic.

A bit in disbelief, but happy nonetheless. Since you’d made the declaration not much had changed. He was still the same hot-tempered male you’d met. But he was possibly just a bit sweet around you. Raph was not someone who showed affection easily, and you understood that. That’s why it felt a bit awkward. Because maybe April had read the entire situation wrong and he absolutely hated the holiday.

“Raph I’m sorry.” You finally forced out. You deflated.

“I-I shouldn’t have just assumed that you would be fine with this. I should have asked if you were comfortable. A-April said that you were happy to celebrate that you would even pick out a gift so I got this all together and even bought you-” You stop yourself before anything else is said. You shift back, and he catches the way you seem to gently nudge something with your feet behind the couch.

“Just forget I said anything.” You mutter.

There didn’t seem to be a way to salvage this. When Raph huffed and went right back out the window, you were certain that you’d thoroughly messed up.

“Damn it! Stupid, stupid! Why would you not ask him! This is Raph!”

You began going on a rant in your head, just in time to hear Raph’s feet land again on the fire escape. When he crawled back through the window, you didn’t expect the items you saw in his hand. He still looked a bit agitated.

“I got this for ya. But a bunch of idiots robbed a lady and things got out of hand.”

The teddy bear’s arm was almost completely severed, and the dented box was hard to miss.

“Figured you deserved better than some beaten gifts.”

You could see how annoyed he was at the fact that the gifts were tattered, but for some reason, you couldn’t be happier.

He had every intention of coming over and celebrating. You were so worried you had crossed a line, or pushed too quickly. But he was just a little embarrassed that his perfectly planned gifts had been ruined.

Raph placed them on your table, looking away.

“It’s fine if you wanna throw them out. They aint much to look at.”

You couldn’t stop yourself. You moved forward, wrapping your arms around him.

Raph obviously didn’t expect that response. You buried your face into his chest laughing at how easily you’d gotten into your own head.

“Thank you Raph!!”

He was completely and utterly confused. When you finally pulled away, he could see the light blush dusted on your cheeks.

“Ya aint mad that you stuff got trashed? I thought chicks liked that kinda thing?”

Truth is you could care less if he bought you something. The simple fact that he intended to spend the day with you was enough.

“I just wanted to spend time with you Raph. When you got here looking angry I guess I just thought that April forced you into something that you didn’t want to do.”

The ironic part of this is that he’d gone to April for help in picking something you would like.

Looks like the both of you were just fools in love.

~

When the air was clear, you both sat down watching a movie. Action of course. The second he saw Vin Diesel he was hooked. So as the scenes of bloodshot ran across the screen, you took your time studying him. All those talks you’d had with Raph, you weren’t sure how you had missed this. The both of you were still trying to figure out what this was. You were grateful in a sense that nothing had changed drastically.

With Raph it felt sort of…natural.

It’s possible that you’d been staring too long, because he looked in your direction, and you straightened, averting your eyes from his form to focus on the screen as you cleared your throat.

“D-Do you want some more pizza? I’ll get it for you!”

You had every intention of making a sprint to the kitchen so you can gather your wits. Raph stopped you, taking your hand softly.

“Why do ya keep staring at me, it’s creepy.”

“I-I wasn’t staring!!” You defend. He just gives you a blank look.

“I’m a ninja, remember.”

Sometimes you wish you could forget, if nothing but to avoid hearing him mention it ever so often. He released his hold, and you play with the string on your shorts.

“I guess it’s just nice to see you smiling for a change. You’re always wearing that perpetual frown. “

“I don’t frown.”

“You’re doing it right now!”

“That’s just the way my face is!”

You can’t help it, you release a giggle, and Raph grumbles under his breath.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up.”

You do your best to stifle them. Because even his little angry face is kind of cute.

“I guess there are some adorable sides to you Raph.”

“I aint adorable!” He continued to protest, but your little gift bear said otherwise.

“Raph, really, thank you for tonight. I like this. Being here with you.”

There’s no longer teasing in your tone. Just a smile on your face. Raph curses internally. A part of him feels like he doesn’t deserve this. His pride had almost jeopardized a great night. He lowers his head.

“Sorry about earlier.”

“Raph you don’t have to keep apologizing I understand.”

He gets why you would say that. As much as he’s enjoyed the night, there’s something that has been eating at him.

“Did ya mean it when you said you wanted a chance.”

You’re a bit puzzled, but when his eyes turn on you, it seems to clear up everything.

“Loving me ain’t gonna be easy. I’ll probably keep making dumb mistakes.” He scratches his head a bit.

The mere fact that he feels the need to inform you of this shows maturity. As boneheaded as he acts sometimes, he knows his flaws. No one is perfect. Certainly not you.

“I don’t think it was a mistake.” His hand lowers.

“Raph, you tried to hide the gift because you care. You cared about my feelings and you wanted to show that with a beautiful present. You were willing to come here empty handed because you thought I deserved better. "

From the look on his face, it’s like you’ve read his mind.

“Don’t go reading into that.” He mumbles.

There is that tough guy act again. He’s too much.

“Must be hard carrying around all that ego on the back of your shell.”

You playfully tease, nudging his shoulder.

Life with Raph would no doubt be the best thing you’ve ever experienced.

[dragonprincess18]

Happy Birthday

It’s funny, how you forget what it’s like to be a child once you’re not one anymore.

Once you turn six, you lose the understanding of what it’s like to be five, because you don’t realize how much can change in a year.

It was strange, basically being punted back to practically the start, that I hardly noticed the differences even from my past life as time rolled on.

After all, I’d always been a more sedentary sort of person who enjoyed reading and watching television in my free time, but that was a rarer sort of luxury in this new life.

I was always running after Kid, trying to stop her from picking a fight with the other kids or helping her gather parts for whatever she was building, or training in my Eevee form, or, once I had a better sense of balance, sparring with Kid and Killer in my human form.

By the end of every day, I was flopping onto a futon already fast asleep and cuddling up to Kid, who only grumbled a little before throwing an arm over me, and Killer too, once she felt comfortable intruding.

Was it any wonder I only noticed a year had gone by because of my birthday?

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My old birthday had been in January, roughly a month after Christmas.

I stopped caring too much about it as I got older, since it was often forgotten in the aftermath of the holiday season and being hurt by the lack of acknowledgement wasn’t exactly productive, but I made a point of remembering Kid’s and Killer’s, which fittingly were January 10th and February 2nd.

We didn’t have much, but I saved money from running errands for older ladies and store owners to get Kid a vaguely-familiar dagger and Killer a nice set of cooking knives, which they both appreciated even if Kid had to be all grumpy about it.

Honestly, I completely forgot about my new birthday, more focused on preparing myself for a future that was likely to be pretty dangerous, if everything I remembered about One Piece was accurate.

So when I woke up that morning to Killer making pancakes, I was mostly confused.

“About time.” Kid huffed, and I couldn’t help but squeak when she lifted me off the futon and right into a rickety chair at the table. “Here.”

She shoved the whole stack of pancakes, filled with chocolate chips and covered in syrup, in front of me, and even knowing I’d end up with the world’s worst stomachache eating it all, my mouth was watering.

Anything sweet was few and far between, and my sweet tooth seemed to have followed me across universes.

“Breathe.” Killer teased, bringing another stack over for Kid that had bacon pieces. “It’s not going anywhere.”

“But it’s so good…” I mumbled around a mouthful of fluffy pancake and chocolate, glad that being young meant I could be at least a little rude.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Coming up for air, I took a moment to consider such an extravagant breakfast and eyed both Kid and Killer.

“...Did you guys kill someone and forget to hide the body?”

“Tori!” Killer scolded, but Kid just choked on a cackle and smacked herself in the chest to breathe through her laughter.

“What? You made pancakes, and Kid didn’t eat mine!”

“Don’t you remember what day it is?” She prodded, sounding very tired of us already, and I paused with the next forkful midair.

“Uh…Halloween?”

“Your birthday, genius.” Kid answered, kicking my chair hard enough I had to grab the table to rebalance. “You’re five now, congrats for not dying. Here.”

Dropping my forkful of syrupy goodness to catch the package she shoved at me, I peeled back the coarse paper to reveal a set of sharp-edged shuriken and kunai, the metal different shades of gray like an oil spill.

The thought of being a ninja sent a buzz under my skin, cheeks starting to hurt, and Kid nearly toppled back off her chair when I dropped her very dangerous gift to hug her instead.

“Fuck-Jeez, don’t get all mushy on me, punk!”

“Let her be happy, Kid.” Killer chided, and I twisted around to see she also had a package for me. “Happy birthday.”

My sister grumbled when I plopped down on her lap to accept the gift, ripping the paper to reveal a comic book, and my heart stopped at the cover.

“Seemed appropriate.”

I could have cried.

In that familiar stylized logo was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, the designs and art style just like the old show I used to watch as a child in my old world…

“O-Oi, what’re you crying for?!”

“Shouting isn’t going to make her stop crying, Kid.”

[thirtyoneflirtingnoneanddying]

10.21

We not passin that test tonight bestie. Is it the bechdel test? I do not feel like I spelled that right but ooooookay I’m gonna google it at the end maybe and we’ll see

But anyway it’s the test where people see if women can have conversations about anything other than men? Yeeeaaaahhhh we are not passing the test

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooo I believe I posted about the birdman about three months ago. And things were like not cute for him and so as a candidate, he just was not viable. Nor was I for him, as he had all this other shit to worry about. And so did I lol that woulda been terrible in fact I think it was very important that we did not pick things up during our initial interaction.

Because it feels like a win? To like have it be not really an option before but for things to change to where it becomes an option. Wow love that thank you universe.

Just wanna add before I get started that I realized tonight while I was talking to Vanessa, I really really value my freedom and it is not something I should have to sacrifice to have love and I don’t want to! And I will not! Because the right person for me will gain a full body yes. And that has to come with time. And the right person will understand that some things take more time than others.

Okay to back to it.

There I was, minding my own business—sleeping actually—when this birdman bobs into my dms trying to relate to me and I just find it so charming that I kinda subtly egg him on and whoops! He says he has a crush on me. Oh now where did that info come from sir? What’s going on here? He did reply to a picture of me at the beginning of October and called me gorgeous. And I said thank you cutie 🥰 and so then now, getting that confirmation of “I have a crush on you” and also, in jest (but still!!!!!), “yes I want to marry you” is like hmmmm the tarot readings are kinda hitting now. And the psychic readings. They did mention someone new in october/november. The tarot readings have often mentioned someone like watching me online but not knowing how to approach me. Someone who could be like an acquaintance/friend of a friend, someone like that.

And I’m just like????? What an interesting turn of events. I’ll tell you what I like:

- we genuinely had a really great conversation when we talked in July. And this one hasn’t been bad either!

- he approached ME, and he approached me knowing full well what I look like.

- he tells me I’m smart (which I don’t need him to!!!!!!!!!!! But it is a nice compliment because I feel like he means it and genuinely enjoys what I say)

- his openness and willingness to put himself out there and be cool and sweet about it. Not creepy, just wholesome.

- saying he wants to hold hands and talk for hours???????????????? Like where the fuck did you come from? That makes me want to fall right into love!

And, I’m open to that. Because so far he has gone about it in a way that really attracts me to him. I wouldn’t even mind him being sweet and like mushy?????? Because I’m already attracted to him. So it’s like, easy to be close?

I fully intend on showing up as myself if we do end up hanging out this weekend. I want whatever follows to be genuine and pure. If he is not the one for me, it will be clear.

[uncouth-the-fifth]

imagine damian and the reader at the wayne gala. he gets jealous when he sees her flirting with someone else. he ends up pulling her into a bathroom and fucking her in front of a mirror while saying that other person can’t treat her like he does

and that’s how the reader finds out damian has feelings for her. all this time he acted like he hates her because he’s in denial

Title: More Than They Ever Said

Paring: Robin!Damian (18+) / Canary!Reader

Tags/Warnings: semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, bathroom sex, slight underage drinking (reader is like 20 lol), mentions of golf.

Word Count: 7150

Notes: sooooo.... this def evolved beyond a drabble lol. the way gala sex kills me every time 😭 I was a little mushy w Dami here bc I miss his sweet side. This also sounded a lot like goldenspecs12's request from Wattpad, so I hope you don't mind that I meshed the two together 😚 I leaned toward Damian liking the reader more than being in denial, but that’s the only thing I sacrificed between the two requests. This one is my fluffiest and most romantic yet 💖

"can I request Damian w a Queen reader, like she's Oliver and Dinah's child? say the reader is a hero but not very active, like she comes in when her parents can't. so when she and Damian meet, they hit it off. The main request is that they sneak away at a gala held by Oliver and the reader and Damian have sex."

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The party was more fun than you thought it would be.

Benefits were usually chalk-full of old, wealthy people that thought they made good conversationalists. The board members of Queen Industries were tired of Oliver trying to escape their claws, so you’d been recruited in his place. While your dad got to play minigolf in the penthouse’s massive party floor, you were confined to the lounge, playing up what an intelligent, capable business partner you’d be when you were CEO. Fellow businessmen gruffed about their plans with you while their wives cooed and drank, pinching your cheeks.

You thought that you’d hate it, but the attention and the praise was nice. It made you feel like you were helping your dad and your family’s company, which was constantly criticized and judged for it’s choice in CEO. Everyone called your father a lazy silver-spooned idiot, but he was one of the only men in Star City who actually cared. By the time you had Q.I’s biggest donors laughing out of their seats, Dinah’s hands slipped over your shoulders and you were kissed on the side of the face. Thank you, she mouthed, and your position as family support-beam was covered.

Since most of the benefit-goers were at least forty years your senior, you gravitated to your dad. From the penthouse’s upper balcony, you could see his friends circling around the tiny green mats they were using as a makeshift golf course. Usually, Ollie made sure his public persona’s aim was as garbage as his taste in drink was. But tonight, he played as Green Arrow, who never missed. Not once. Especially when it came to Bruce Wayne, who’s golf game was abysmal at best.

But like Oliver, Bruce was a new man tonight. It looked like he was ready to break out the batarangs any minute now. The two men were barely civil about the viciousness of their competition, and if the view of the game from the balcony was interesting, then from below it must’ve been the greatest show of fragile masculinity ever displayed. You had to make fun of them.

The only opening in the circle of men, who all had their hands on their chins as Bruce lined up his next shot, was by the floor-to-ceiling windows to one side of the game. Just one man stood there, hands in his pockets. You slid next to him, unbothered, and squinted at the game.

Everyone in the crowd was dead silent. Bruce was lining up his golf ball so it would roll into a mug a couple of feet away, so you helpfully provided, “A little to the left, Mr. Wayne.”

Your words overlapped with someone else’s. Where you had said Mr. Wayne, they had said Father. Then the man next to you was his son, but...

You would have never guessed it would be him.

Reasonably, you knew that Robin was Damian Wayne. Oliver could be a little loose-lipped at times, and by his judgment you’d been a teenager just a year ago - what could a twenty year old do to Batman’s secret identity? Not much.

Until you saw Robin without his mask.

Damian was achingly beautiful. He was your age, but he stood and talked like he was much older. There was an angle to his shoulder that made him seem astute and sexy. His eyes fixed on you when you spoke at the same time, and they were a surprising mossy color that jumped out against his tan skin, like plants flourishing out of rich soil. There was just enough blue in them to make him seem haunting. Any moment, you felt like he was going to corner you and whisper your future throatily in your ear.

Looking into them, those piercing eyes, for longer than a second made you want to blurt, “You’re much prettier without your mask.”

But that would expose his secret to every golf-loving idiot in earshot, so Oliver had been wrong. A twenty-year-old like you could do fatal damage to Batman’s secret identity, but for Damian, the short-tempered, snappish leader of the Teen Titans, you would risk anything.

Damian stared, and you stared. He squinted, wet his lips, then turned back to the game. This was your only acknowledgment that he recognised you. His voice was deeper, smoother, than you remember it. “Queen.”

You shifted in your shoes, almost laughing in shock. “...Wayne.”

The game grew boring and Damian didn’t say anything else, so you said nothing too, sneaking glances at him. The last time you’d spoken to Robin had been in costume, when he’d thanked you for assisting with a mission. He’d really been thanking you for standing up for him. You didn’t team up often with the Titans, but when you did, you found that they were unusually snappy and mean with their leader. Not necessary on purpose, but you could tell that Damian couldn’t take as many bites as he pretended to. Standing up for him had been a simple thing. The good thing to do. Now, with that look in his eyes, it almost felt like he still thought about it.

He must have, because the kiss you shared at the end of that mission had glowed with heat. To be fair, you both may have believed you were going to die (before the team pulled through and saved you), so it could’ve been a heat-of-the-moment thing. But this was Robin - if he didn't want to kiss you, he wouldn't. And yet he did.

You’d kissed. And the energy of that kiss lingered between you now, drawing you closer together, putting tiny smiles on your faces. He was cute. Cuter without that mask on.

You stood in the stupid golf silence, feeling foolish. Flirting with boys was much easier in fishnets. It didn’t help how fine Damian’s profile was. He had soft, feathery lashes that occasionally touched down on beauty marked cheeks. His lips were even fuller from the side, forever drawn in a curious line. And those eyes, when they caught yours and danced away again, were much too nice to hide behind a mask. You couldn’t get that thought out of your mind.

When Bruce finally made his move, you leaned in to whisper something to each other at the same time, accidentally knocking shoulders.

“I - apologies,” Damian flushed.

“Oh, um, my bad,” you rubbed awkwardly at the spot where you’d collided. “...You were going to say something?”

Damian’s eyes flicked to your fathers, then to you, unimpressed. He lowered his voice so only you could hear. “They’re awfully hypocritical, don’t you think? Father snaps at me everytime I use my skills in public, and yet he’s putting with perfect aim like it’s not the very same.”

Chuckling, you rolled your eyes and scooted closer, ducking your voice into the bubble between your bodies. “My dad’s the same way. Don’t aim in the house, he says, unless it’s him trying to beat Bruce Wayne.”

Your company’s shoulders turned sideways, leaning into you. His breath ghosted the hair on your neck, standing it on end, and again that silky voice sent tingles down your spine. Damian must change his voice as Robin, because he never spoke like this then. So huskily, so low.

He shook his head. “Unbelievable.”

You watched him. He watched you. You ran your tongue over your teeth, and Damian subtly adjusted his slacks from his pockets.

At the same time, you asked each other, “Would you like to get a drink?”

_

Your hiding place was a loveseat in the lounge, between more businessmen and their ditzy heirs. The bartender was your family’s, so he smiled and turned down your request for a drink, courtesy of your dad’s strictness. Luckily, he didn’t recognise Damian. You watched him order it at the bar, his rings catching the light, the muscle in his arms peeking out from under his blazer.

“I think he suspected I wasn’t of age, so he only gave me one.” He took the place next to you, propping his ankle on one knee and lounging out like a panther. Damian offered the cocktail to you, once he’d decided the coast was clear. It was a cute gesture. “Is that acceptable?”

You fished a five dollar bill out of your purse. “Only if you take this for paying. Don’t think I didn’t see you try and sneakily get that past me.”

Damian scrutinized the bill, then you, somehow managing to be a smartass without opening his mouth. Instead of thinking about how nice it would feel to kiss the slight crease between his brows, you traded hands with him so the bill was in his and the drink was in yours. The gentle brush of you palm to his knuckles put way too many butterflies in your belly.

You talked about everything and anything. About home, family life, your cities. The best of it was when Damian dipped his head so only you could hear him, keeping your secrets close and your bodies closer. This was the only way he talked about Robin, so you circled back to any vigilante subject you could think of just so Damian would keep purring into your ear like that. Better yet, he was smart. Talking to him was engaging, and within minutes he'd entranced you, so you sat there talking for more than an hour. Around you, the party rotated and went on.

At one point, you took a drink of the cocktail and passed it to him to share. Damian placed his lips right where yours had been, licking up the cocktail salt and gulping it down slow, adam’s apple bobbing, like it wasn’t the taste of the vodka he was savoring.

Eventually, your bliss was broken. Damian was called over to his father, again, to discuss business, and he left you with your remaining cocktail and the memory of that mission. You couldn’t find a reason to move from your seat. When you’d realized that you and Robin had been led into a trap on that mission, it’d been too late, and your efforts to escape became more and more futile. All you could do was pray the Titans got to you on time. Robin had offered you his glove as the walls closed in, and you’d watched up-close as he assumed you were both about to die. The fear in his eyes was strange - like it was familiar to him. At the same time, you cupped his neck and he held your upper back, and you’d kissed fervently, sweetly.

Damian had put his forehead to yours, and promised even as the trap shrunk around you, “You were excellent. More excellent than they ever said.”

In the big picture, it was a strange last remark to make, and afterwards you’d been too happy about surviving to think about it. But in the moment, you understood. You were understood. Somehow, Damian had reached into your soul and gouged out the words you’d been dying to hear, from your parents, from anyone, and uttered them to you with burning conviction. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe he meant it. Damian found you excellent. Someone, somewhere, didn’t think you were a failure.

Odd, how you’d never seen the face of the man you thought you’d die with (until now), and yet he saw you so easily. You watched him follow his father into the party crowd now, wondering. The Titans had saved you before you could ask what he’d meant. More importantly, before you could tell him the same. He was excellent.

_

Once you’d finished off your drink, you left it at the bar and grinned evilly at your family bartender. He rolled his eyes and slyly delivered you another, which, on your superhero schedule, would not have you drunk yet. Another heir to some big company was seated at your right, ignored by his father enough to look for some small talk with you.

He was one of the cute, nerdy types that were usually in awe of you. Girls, available girls, were typically rare at these kinds of parties, so he took you not having a boyfriend as permission to flirt with you. Unfortunately for him, your seat gave a perfect angle on Damian across the party floor. He was impressing the wives of Wayne business partners, who flocked around him like they’d flocked around you, pinching his cheeks. You could almost read their lips enough to guess what they were saying. What a handsome young man you are! Oh, Bruce must be so proud.

“...and then my father flipped over his kayak! Would you believe it? Two thousand dollars, thrown right in our family’s lake.” Your company snickered, howling at his own story.

You circled the rim of your glass, watching how Damian tried to teach some of the women phrases in Arabic. Unknown to them, they were some pretty funny swear words. It threw you into a bout of giggles, and the man next to you kept talking, spurred on by the noise.

The flock of hens around Damian receded, and his shoulders slouched in relief. That was cute, too. It wasn’t often that people understood how draining these parties were, but for people like you and Damian, it was a racetrack of endless, boring circles. Everything was a formality. Few things were genuine. Damian turned, and you caught his eye to let him know you were going to meet him. He nodded toward a side hall, his mouth a curious line again. If you looked at it long enough, it felt like a smile when he mouthed, escape?

Your company was still talking. He stopped when you grabbed his tie and planted a pity-kiss on his cheek, waving to him as you bounced away. “Sorry, kid. Not my type.”

_

You planned to bring Damian to the secluded balcony on the second floor to unwind, but instead, you were taken by the wrist and maneuvered into an empty powder room. It was colder than the steaming party air and smelled like champagne, with couches to sit on and mirrors to powder at. For a bathroom, the lights were warm and low. The noise of the party went quiet the instant the door was shut, like you and Damian had entered your own little world. No more circles. No more back and forth.

“Here,” Damian said, noting the mirrors. He tilted his head as he asked, like he was nervous, “Is this acceptable?”

“It is the ladies powder room, but I’ll give you a pass, since you’re cute.” You joked. Damian didn’t make a move to relax on one of the couches yet, hanging in front of you like there was more he wanted to say. There was more you wanted to say, too, but no good words came to mind.

But the silence wasn’t awkward. Again, Damian stared, and you stared. The glass he brought with him was set down. He put one fist on the counter beside the door, and like honey had been poured on your nerves, you realized how easy it would be for him to push you up against it. Kiss you senseless. Heat drooled off of him this close, and you wondered if he’d still lean in to whisper to you even if you were alone.

The lack of words drew to a point where something had to be said, anything, but his eyes felt so good on your skin and it was interesting to see him nervous. Something strange told you that Damian liked the silence, too.

You wet your lips with your tongue. Damian cleared his throat, and took a sip from his glass. “Was I interrupting something?”

“Between me and that guy?” You smiled gently, like you were reassuring him, and laughed to yourself. “Oh, man, you should’ve seen it, Damian. Poor kid really thought I was flirting with him. He’d totally convinced himself, it was hilarious.”

His profile was tense in the mirror, which you stole glances at to watch how the amber light played on his handsome skin. When Damian swallowed his drink, his throat rolled in the sexiest way, and immediately your mind fed you with visions of suckling, kissing, tonguing his neck.

“Why’d you ask?” Your eyes sparkled. Damian drew a step closer, and you used the opportunity to swipe a drop of alcohol from the corner of his lip with your thumb. “You jealous?”

It was the touch or the suggestion that made Damian pause. He didn’t stutter, but lagged over what to say, eyes vast and wanting as they raked over your face. “I don’t get jealous,” he clarified, “but… I do intend to be the only man to kiss you tonight.”

Damian’s hand took your chin. Your belly exploded with instant arousal, hitting you like a bullet of liquid lust. “You’re the only man who’s kissed me like that,” you whispered, taking his tie in hand. “I hope that’s always true.”

His voice had gone throaty. “May I kiss you again?”

Again, he reminded you.The two of you had kissed before, and it had been spectacular, terrifying, and excellent.

“Please,” you said, and Damian rushed to your aid.

Not a moment more was wasted. Curling his tie into your fist, you drew him in, slow and deep and wonderfully. Damian’s cologne hit you before his lips did, and both made your core throb for friction. Two broad hands slammed your hips into the door. His fingertips smoothed up the fabric of your dress, pressing you back and squeezing you in until you could feel his belt buckle against your belly. Damian was a sweet, magnetic kisser, chasing your lips like he was on a crusade to save them. Each time they met, he swam deeper. The point of his nose bumped against your cheek. You hummed your laugh against his lips, and Damian groaned as he pulled away, readjusting, twisting, testing the limits of the kiss. And you followed him at every step or more, revelling in his taste.

You didn’t want him to think you wanted the kiss to end, so you drew the hands braced under his blazer around his neck. Soon, that didn’t feel close enough, so you cupped each side of his face and pecked Damian until you were breathless. He brought you in until your arms were flat to his chest, the kiss almost vertical in its intensity.

He groaned when you parted, gasping and blinking just inches from your face. Your mouths were still connected by a thick string of drool, which hung until it split and clung to Damian’s chin and fell, marking a wet strip down into his collar. You panted, watching it go.

Damian left your waist to hold your wrists, keeping your hands around his face. He settled warmly into your touch, basking in it, and the pure enjoyment on his face made you smile. You wondered if anyone else had cared for him like this. If Damian had ever felt someone hold his face and treasure it. The thought gave you a strange urge, so you followed it.

You brought Damian’s brow level with your mouth and sweetly kissed his forehead. Then his nose bridge, then his temples. His face was so quickly warm that you giggled. In the most unsubtle way possible, Damian drew back his hips so you couldn’t feel the heat there, and closed his eyes, begging you to continue.

“I want you,” you whispered against his jaw.

Damian shivered. “You have me.”

You shifted one hand to his shoulder, giving yourself more room to nuzzle and kiss his neck. The line of drool was still there, so you cupped his skin and tilted his jaw up, and in one stroke, licked all the way to his earlobe. Damian’s moan poured from his mouth like a growing flood. You even felt his thighs press together between you, and pleasure tingled in your throat when he choked at the glide of your tongue.

He released your wrists, reached beside you, and locked the door with an audible click.

Then, Damian devoured you. Both hands hooked around your back, arching your chest into his, and finally, bringing his bulge between your hips. You clung to him for dear life, helpless as his teeth pressed into your neck like a vampire. Damian fed like one, too, suckling the skin there like he was starved. Your panties were so wet that you were desperate to get out of them, grinding your core against his.

Damian retreated, gasping. He licked the spit off of his lips and glared into your eyes. Bluntly, he said, “I want to eat you out.”

Once more, you kissed him, delirious with excitement. Your lungs burned for air, but your core burned harder for him. “Take off that suit and you can do whatever you want to me.”

His eyes gleamed. “I plan to.”

Quickly, you shoved your hands into his sleeves and pushed them off his shoulders, giving you a crisp glimpse at his carved shoulders. Damian's fingers blurred from button to button, but he saved the last for you on purpose. You worked in tandem and with little thought. If he could, Damian would steal a kiss, and you would bite his lip and chase him into more. When that last button was popped, his white button-down parted for a gorgeous plane of hard-earned muscle. His abs, ribs and pecs were pockmarked with scars, shrapnel marks and in some places, bullet holes. You stopped.

At your staring, Damian pressed his lips together.

“It's.. not appealing, I know,” he monotoned.

“No,” you disagreed, palming his stomach, “it’s impressive. All these do is show how strong you are, how long you've survived. You're so… built...” you didn't hide your thorough examination of him, “...I mean, we have to be to do what we do, but still… It suits you. It's sexy.”

You worried you'd ruined the moment with your babbling, but he glimmered under your praise. Damian brightened in the way only Damian could, smirking devilishly and towering over you like a supervillain.

“Sexy?” He pressed his naked chest into yours, whispering hotly in your ear. You could feel his silk tie pinned between you. “Does that mean I'm your type?”

You rolled your eyes. “Eavesdropper.”

“Temptress,” Damian replied, just as easily.

To claim your title, you found Damian's belt and pulled on it until the clasp gave. It made a satisfying whipping noise as you ripped it off of him, shouldered into his space to grab his waist in one hand, and cupped his throbbing boxers in the other. Damian's sigh came hoarsely and wanton from his mouth.

“Fuck me,” you demanded, grinning with delight.

Instead of wasting time on a response, Damian fell to his knees, a faithful worshipper. He did the gentlemanly thing and helped you kick off your heels. The tile was icy on your bare feet, but it only mattered until Damian ran his hands up your thighs. Sliding his fingers underneath the fabric, he bunched it up your middle, peering up at you smugly through his lashes. You could feel the debauchery of it - Damian, on his knees, tie hanging still from his neck, pinning you to the door. You, your legs spread and wanting.

Damian sucked in a breath. Your panties had an obvious wet patch, put there by him. He thumbed it carefully, watching your brows tense and your eyes close, basking in your initial whine. All of it enchanted him. You were soaking because of him, trembling because of him, marked because of him. There was not one place he would rather be than here.

Damian collected your sweetness and sampled the taste on his thumb, trapping it behind his smug smile. He ran his tongue over his teeth, spreading the flavor around his mouth, savoring it. As Damian rolled your underwear down your legs, his cock twitched in his open fly. You were beautiful. Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

“Put your leg over my shoulder,” Damian ordered, smirking, “I want to taste you.”

Warmth exploded in your cheeks. “G-go ahead.”

Gradually, you situated your leg across his back, pussy tensing at the touch of the cooler air. This didn't matter for long. Damian's warm lips nuzzled and kissed the thigh closest to him, painting messy reflective circles on your skin with his kiss. Even that made your legs tense wildly, so Damian shoving his wet, blazing tongue into the folds of you cunt pumped moan after moan from your mouth.

“Damian!” You yelped.

Oh, he definitely liked that. Damian pinched your ass and used his mouth so passionately that his head shook back and forth. He darted right for your clit, sucking it until his cheeks were hollow and humming smugly between your legs with every squeal. Parting your folds with one hand, Damian kissed your core just as dirtily as he'd kissed you. The dangerous glint in his eye never faded. He plunges his tongue inside you in earnest, slurping obscenely, purposefully. There's no need for Damian to shoot you cute looks or put on a show - his skill was the performance, because that skill was unbeatable. Your pussy was already tender, fucked nerveless by Damian's filthy mouth. He vibrated your cunt with a deep groan before he drew away, face dripping with slick like a pornstar’s.

“You're suitably wet,” he said, matter-of-factly, “would you like me to use my fingers?”

All the strength you had went into a weak, pleading nod.

Damian was polite enough to grant you your bearings first, letting you grip his hair and squeeze the counter before he resumes. You give him the sweetest, most precious whine when Damian licks you open again. He wisely starts with one finger and builds from there, earning you with pumps and curls of his digits. Damian's talents quickly become a currency, one that you exchange with mewls and pants of praise.

“So good,” you whine, “oh, fuck - fuck, just like that…”

Damian smirks between your legs, jamming his fingers faster into your sore pussy. Lust sizzles low in your gut, ramped up again and again by his thrusting. It’s so powerful that you roll and buck off the door, your hips in his face. You want him - want him more than you want anything.

“You're ravaging,” Damian hums between licks. His eyes are closed, but that only gives the way he touches you more meaning.

It’s so surprising from his mouth that your hold on his hair slips, setting Damian free. He pants, catching his breath, and it’s easily the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. The effort has slouched him from his knees to his calves, further spreading his legs and opening up the fly of his pants. A solid bulge has formed and spilled out there, straining to escape his briefs like an arm in a sling that’s too small, way too small, for someone of his size. Three of Damian’s fingers are still twisting inside of you.

Slowly, Damian tipped back his head and hung down, arranging himself beneath your cunt. “So beautiful.” His free hand splayed where your leg met your hip. “May I touch you?”

“I-I get it’s the gentleman thing to do, to - to keep asking, but fuck, Damian,” you cursed, “you can do whatever you want to me.”

Damian’s intense jade eyes were so dilated that you could barely make out the color. He dragged his cheek against your thigh, fingers still circling inside you, and grinned like a shark. It was probably a bad idea to give the heir to the Demon’s Head that much power over you.

His other hand squeezed your skin, slow to passionate, from your belly to your breasts beneath your dress. It’s clear by the way Damian looks at you that he loves what he sees. The texture of his veiny, calloused hands feels good on your waist and ass, dragging you closer to him. He chuckles when your back arches, when your nails press into his hands, his back muscles, throwing himself into his task. Damian’s nose prods your folds as he licks you clean, tongue dipping and sliding against your sore clit. It’s like he’s done this for you before, in this exact way. Though he utilizes his tongue the most, his lips too are brutal, matched perfectly to fit your pussy lips.

But that tongue - how Damian’s jaw isn’t tired, you don’t know. He parts your folds and latches onto your clit, flicking his tongue at superspeed until drool and cum bubbles from your sensitive core. Your back winds tighter at every vibrating lick, paralyzing the muscles in your legs with glorious pleasure. It’s so exquisite you start to melt to the floor like warm clay, only to be bolstered back up by Damian, both hands viciously squeezing your ass. He keeps going not for you, but himself, sucking down every last drop of your juices.

Shattered, you twist hopelessly into his mouth, chasing the strained feeling like it’s the last you’ll ever glimpse. “Fuck, fuck - D-Damian, ah…”

“Did it feel good when I made you cum?” He teases, “It certainly tastes good. All those filthy little noises you make for me…” Damian shakes his head at himself, like it’s too fantastic to indulge again. He leaves your clit with a satisfied kiss. “Beautiful.”

Once more, the words are surprising to hear from him. You always considered Damian the prude type, but here he is, on his knees for you, mouth and chin glittering with your juices while he teases you in low, sexy tones. At your surprised look, Damian has the gall to blush.

With his ring finger in his mouth, he ponders, “If a man has never said that to you before...” pop, “consider me surprised.”

“Never while finger-fucking me, at least,” you admited, legs still trembelling. “It was sweet. You… you meant that?”

It was hard to imagine Damian Wayne finding anything beautiful. Even you, who was pretty enamored with him, figured he would judge by quality or skill, not beauty. The words tasted new on his tongue.

Slowly, Damian stood and stretched, his shoulders tight after staying in the strange position for so long. Lifting his arms coincidentally let his waistband sit lower on his hips, flashing his green boxers your way while showing off the huge, carved muscles of his arms. Truly, Damian’s subtlety was unmatched. You didn’t mind his miniature bragging fest - not when he had so much to brag about. Eating you out had put an excited shimmer in his skin, so the gold-toned lights of the room reflected sexily off his sweat, already accenting his kissable tan.

“I did,” he told you, moving on to his sucking middle finger. His other hand played on your thigh, stroking it. “I’ve always been… drawn to you. Every mission we’ve had together. I have a profound feeling that we are very similar.”

You laughed. Not at what he said, but the timing of it. “Would you believe me if I said I felt the same way?”

Damian made a face like his heart was doing jumping jacks. “A few hours ago? No. But now…” he barricaded you against the door, first with his hands and then his hips, closed in so tightly that you had to look past your nose to meet his eyes. “Your crush is adorably obvious. I’m annoyed that I didn’t see it before.”

Your rounded your hands against Damian’s shoulders, then his tie. It twisted nicely around your fingers, silky and cold in comparison to your flushed skin. You were tempted to fix your dress, but nothing, not even the world ending, could make you leave this room.

“My crush is obvious? Damian, all you’ve done for the last two hours is sneak me drinks and imply how much easier it is to be around me.” You grinned, “What’d you say earlier? There you are, Queen. Finally, someone intelligent enough to speak to me.”

Damian shrugged. “It’s true. Your knowledge of bioluminescent ocean life is fascinating.”

“I can’t believe you said that after giving me head for ten minutes.”

“It’s actually been closer to twelve,” Damian smirked.

Playfully, you pinched Damian’s cheek, then pulled him by the tie into a starved, energetic kiss. He must’ve been praying for your permission to continue, because the plan he’d been forming is quickly put into action. You’re hugged, arms scooped under your back as you kiss him. Damian surrenders his mouth to a bit of revenge tonguing while undoing your dress. No amount of kissing will pull him from his task, but your hand is a special case - it smooths down the front of his boxers and Damian melts.

“Y/N,” he groans.

Damian petulantly resists the temptation to close his eyes, but your touch is soft and sweet, demanding him to yield. Your lips suckle on his neck and Damian’s knees buckle. If getting his mouth between your legs didn’t turn him on, then this will finish him for sure.

“I missed you. Kissing you.” You purr into his throat. “One could never be enough for me.”

Is this what it’s like to be wanted? Damian asked himself. The only possible answer thrilled him, and he found himself pouring even more passion into the kiss, into you, wanting to share that rush of affection. You respond to his every touch with vigor. Damian’s heart stalls each time your thumb strokes his face, each time the other strokes him through his slacks.

“Me either,” he rasped, and helped you out of your dress. His tone was shy, but his words held too much depth to be meaningless. I want a wealth of them. I always want to kiss you, was what he wanted to say, but Damian was too embarrassed to raise the words. This moment was too special to ruin with his hopeless romanticism. He kissed you again and again, and to his amazement, you kissed him right back.

“Fuck me,” you begged him between breaths. “Right here. I don’t care if we’re caught.”

I don’t care if we’re seen together. I want to be seen with you, I’m not ashamed of you.

Damian cupped your face and almost knocked you both over with the strength of his kiss. Nose-to-nose, eyes closed, he commanded, “Bend over the fucking counter.”

In a blink, Damian turned and there you were, open and waiting for him. The sink was hip-level, so the bend was nothing but perfect - Damian could fuck you from behind and watch your lust-blown reflection without issue. Your perfect pussy drooled leftover cum down your legs, making your sex shine in the light.

In the mirror, you watched Damian’s eyes darken in delight. His pupils followed the line of your ass to your back, appreciating it like an artist would, like he intended to paint you later and needed to memorize the greatest shapes of your figure. The marble was icy against your hard nipples, which Damian had exposed when he’d impatiently shoved down your bra. Now, he cupped one of your breasts as he bent over you, kissing and suckling his way down your back.

“Perfect,” Damian hissed.

Shyly pressing your butt back against him, you buried your face in your arms and bit your lip, waiting for him to open you up. Damian’s shadow came to hover over you, and in the mirror his eyes were vicious, pools of circling sharks. “Are you ready?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “Take your time.”

Though you weren’t being sarcastic, Damian took it that way and pinched one cheek of your ass. “With you? I will.” Then, with the same smoothness, Damian asked, “Condom?”

“Pill,” you replied, and Damian nodded his approval.

His pants rustled as they fell down his legs. Where you couldn’t see, Damian committed the sight to memory - his cock in hand, your pussy spread open, all for him. You squeaked when his hot tip touched your cooling clit, and squeaked again when it glided down your pussy and tested your opening. He knew he’d found the way when you winced.

In an unsurprising moment of compassion (for those who truly knew him), Damian kissed the top of your head and offered you his hand. “Would you like to hold it while I…?”

You took his hand and squeezed it to your chest, squeezing him closer in the process, too. “Thank you. Go slow, for this part…”

Damian complied. His sweat-sticky chest hovered warmly over your back. Even if Damian was big, you were wetter than you’d ever been in your entire life - any pain would quickly slide into pleasure. He braced himself with a deep inhale, and a hot, sharp sensation told you that he’d entered you. Where you choked in a needy gasp, Damian poured out his version of a whimper. You both held it. Then, breath by breath, you were struck with the realization that you’d been dying to feel this for weeks, for months, and only now was that heat being satisfied. Damian’s tongue and fingers had come close, but this is what would cure that aching emptiness - his big, girthy cock.

The deathgrip you had on Damian’s hand loosened. “You look perfect,” he murmured into your hair, instantly making your core flutter. “Oh,” he chuckled filthily, “you like that? Funny, how badly that idiot at the bar wanted to be in my place right now…but it’s me who gets to pound into—”

“Damian,” you warned.

He smiled smugly against your neck. “Nothing.”

Dutifully, Damian withdrew his hips, taking all of the heat with him. When he rolled back in, a hot, tingling sensation roared over all of your senses, and you let the moan at the top of that tsunami loose. It was clear that he couldn’t fuck you like he wanted to with one hand fished down at your side, so he glued both to the base of your back and started to thrust in earnest.

“So full...” You mewled, and Damian became a human pile-driver.

Your head seemed to roll off your shoulders with every crazed, rhythmic slam, so you grabbed the faucet and held on for dear life. Every slap was so loud, so powerful, that you prayed this one random bathroom in the penthouse was soundproofed. Anyone walking past would know you were getting railed out of your mind. You tried to compensate by moaning and squeaking quietly, but with force came volume. It didn’t matter how silent you were, Damian’s hips, your ass, the squelch of him inside you - each noise filled the bathroom, echoing off the tile.

The only way you could think to describe him was filling. First, there was the hot, cinching tension of his hands fused to your waist. Then there was his cock, which begged to be squeezed more and more with every pass. You responded to each throb with a mighty clench, which bent Damian over you like an animal, gasping for breath. His balls were painted with your slick. The closer you came to orgasm together, the closer Damian came to you. His hands migrated to higher on your sides, then up by your shoulders, then around you, where Damian kissed your back and rubbed your belly while he made love to you. He talked more than he moaned. Your ear was filled with sweet nothings, with vicious promises of what he would do with a whole night alone with you.

Damian’s reflection was wild with lust. He met your eyes as he fucked you, whispering how beautiful you are, how good you take his dick. His deep green eyes were so dark you couldn’t make out the brown in them anymore. The long muscles on his arms drew taut with each thrust, making his biceps bulge and pin your hips to the sink. Soon enough, a bruise would form from the pressure. One of many treasures from tonight - you would be thinking about Damian in his crisp suit for months to come, and the mess he’d become with you now even longer. Your pleasure built and built and built, like a nail struck further into the ground with a hammer. A very, very big hammer.

“M’ cumming,” Damian husked, slowing his plowing to a sloppy glide. Even his endurance was spent, and you were glad he’d spent it all on you. “Where d’ you…?”

You braced your hands on the counter, then on one of Damian’s. Together, you smoothed his digits down your stomach and between your soft, abused folds. “Inside me, please, please please—” you begged him, “fuck, a-as deep as you can go.”

As a test of your flexibility, Damian turned in and kissed you. Just as he parted your lips with his tongue, he parted your folds with his fingertips, overriding your clit as his cock throbbed inside you to the hilt. He took the invitation as a command. Damian pressed in until you could feel his abs mold to your ass, then stuttered his hips in quick, agonized dips to get himself there. With his fingers and his cock putting stars in your eyes, you finished first.

The white marble counter fizzed in your vision, until all you could see was that powerful, endless white, humming in your mind’s eye. Still, Damian wasn’t finished yet. You bumped your temple against his chin and hummed, “Cum for me, baby… fuck, a-ah!”

Your pussy’s throb raced and raced until it spilled over, pulling Damian right under the current. One clench and he was done for, so the velvety, periodic squeeze of your cunt emptied his store. You hung there, spasming in unison, until that overwhelming heat spurted in a ring around Damian’s cock and flooded out of you. Only then did his fingers stop on your clit, and you settled warmly in each other's arms and tried to remember your names and who you were.

Damian pulled out, then snuggled back in. He would’ve been nervous any other time, but he’d just put his dick inside you, so a little instinctive cuddling could be forgiven. On shaky legs, you turned around and sunk into him. You could tell by how he was eyeing the sink that he was desperate to get clean again, so with one kiss (on the cheek), you set Damian loose.

In companionable silence, Damian cleaned up and you collected the clothes abandoned on the floor. Staring at the corner where you’d just had the best sex of your life put an embarassingly pleasant warmth in your chest. Interesting, how one terrifying moment could become something as special as this. Fascinating, how you’d felt like you’d known him all your life.

“You know… I think you’re excellent, too.” You told him, finishing off the knot for his tie.

Damian dipped his head to hide his smile, but something so bright was impossible to hide.

[gorbo-longstocking]

Hey! Omg I love the way you write out the skeles! Never had Tumblr so idk how to ask exactly, but do you have any relationship HCs with G!Sans? He's always been my favorite!

AAAA thank you thats so sweet! you asked just fine dw! here you go :D

- g is a traveler, he’s always on the road going from one town to the next. he never stays somewhere for long, it’s not often he finds a reason to. the first night he meets you, he decides to check into the motel for a week. he tells himself he’s just fascinated by the town’s history, and for all his intelligence, he’s stupid enough to believe it.

- everyday he spends in the library pouring through public records and every night he finds himself at that shitty old bar he found you at. he doesn’t like the drinks or the food, but by the stars, are you fascinating. he’s enraptured by every word you say, no matter how inane. g never believed that television could be so exciting, but when it’s from you, he’s never experienced a story so great. later, he tried to watch it in his free time. it was better when you talked about it.

- he’s slow to pick up on his feelings, far too slow. the week is over in a flash and he can’t figure out another excuse to stay in town. you sort of invite yourself along with him, he’s been flirting with you pretty heavy (something fun and noncommittal he says) but his intentions are easy to see through. g is a loner, so he surprises himself when his grin stretches from lazy to borderline beaming at your declaration that you’re joining him.

- i hope you like 80s dad music, that’s all he listens to, on cassettes no less. he likes to make his own mixtapes and finds himself making one full of every silly ass mushy gushy song he can think of. ones that he can’t help but think of you when they’re on. one night, after you fall asleep, he calls his brother to complain about how stupid you make him. ace just laughs, and it’s then that g realizes that you are far more than a friend and have been for a long time.

- after that, he doesn’t beat around the bush. you wake up the next morning to a breakfast of fast food and g asking if you wanna go on a date. admittedly, things don’t change much after the two of you become official, you may as well have been dating since you left. he’s a bit more physical, kissing you in public (he tastes like smoke and listerine) or even sharing his jacket with you, which he was previously very protective of.

- he’ll play that mixtape for you on the radio as you tear down the road. you will get no hints as to what it is, you’ll have to figure it out for yourself. it’s not hard considering “for y/n” is written across it in sharpie. if you bring it up to him he’ll flush a bit, playing off his embarrassment with flirty remarks. dig your heels in and tease him about it, it’s one of the only times you’ll get g flustered. he’ll throw his head back and whine, eventually locking himself in the bathroom until you stop pestering him. he can dish it but he can’t take it.

- song that reminds me of him for x reader moments uhhh i think we’re alone now by tiffany. no explanation, just vibes.

[ptergwen]

hi hi!!! my friend and i LOVEEEE your work (no literally we constantly send ur fics back and fourth) my birthday is coming up (september 16th!) and i was wondering if you could do a “peter on your birthday” kind of thing?

peter on your birthday

a very floofy hc for y’all!

a/n: hiiii that actually made me smile so big hehe thank u both for reading and happy early birthday :,) consider this your gift <3

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peter is calling you at twelve on the dot and not a second later

or showing up at your window

or calling you on his swing over to said window

he’d wish you a happy birthday with the warmest hugs n softest kisses

every single spot on your face gets a smooch

this dork would make a bunch of jokes about how old you are

“aw, babe! you’re one year closer to getting the senior discount!”

and then you’d kick him out

jk

he’s definitely referring to you as ~the birthday girl~ all day

or birthday boy or my birthday baby

doesn’t even need to ask what you wanna do bc he already has an itinerary planned

peter almost never plans things cuz he’s peter so you’re obv pretty special to him

super special

if you like to shop he’d take you on a fun lil spree

he’ll hype you up when you try stuff on :,) like showers you in compliments ugh

and he tells you not to worry about paying ofc it’s on him!

no matter how many times you offer to chip in

he searched every last piggy bank and couch cushion for loose change so you wouldn’t have to

if you like animals then you’re going to the aquarium

peter teaches u random fun facts about the fish and stuff cuz he’s smart like that

and he’d loveeeee to just watch you watch the tanks

he’d have literal heart eyes whenever he sees your face light up hehe

if you’re an artsy kind of person then you’re painting

or doing ceramics or whatever you like !

peter would (attempt to) make you something but he knows ur the real pro

basically anything you’re into, peter will find a way to incorporate it in your day

oh and he’d write you the most insanely sweet card

the words never come out of his mouth right so he figured a letter is better

it’s paragraphs about how much you mean to him and how incredible you are

etc etc etc it’s mushy gushy in the best way

you’d be tearing up by the end of reading it

which would make peter tear up

so you’d both cry and hold each other for a while

followed by more kisses from peter on your lips, forehead, cheeks.. everywhere

when the day is almost done he’d take you for treats at your restaurant of choice

cupcakes or ice cream or both bc why not

he’d def have the place stick in a candle

maybe ur celebrating later with the fam or friends but he wants his own moment with you

peter would be beaming while you blow it out and wish really hard

you’d split the food but he’d let you take the bigger halves

then he’d walk you back home for curfew :/ bittersweet

you’re going the long way tho duh

he’ll hold your hand tight n squeeze every so often

you’ll thank him about a million more times

which he finds adorable and giggles at

peter would lay one last kiss on you before you part

before your parent(s) or guardian(s) see

he’d wait for you to get inside and then he’s off

but don’t worry your story doesn’t end here

your phone would ding with a text later that night

you up for a little more bday fun? i’ll sneak u out <3

and the next adventure would begin

[jarofstyles]

PLEASE WRITE CEORRY!! Maybe y/n is his personal assistant or secretary and he’s mean to everyone in the building expect her🥺

Ok let’s maybe see how this goes 👀👀 if you want me to continue, let me know

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When you heard the name Harry Styles, there were a few emotions that would pass you by. Awe because of how successful he was. Lust, because undoubtably the man was one of the sexiest bachelors out there. Pictures of him and his famous stone cold face but handsome face covered news outlets when he went to charity events or galas. There was curiosity, because little was known about him. And then… fear.

He was scary. Intimidating. He wasn’t warm and fuzzy, he wasn’t one too mess with and he was known to fire at will. His employees knew that, and he theorized that perhaps that’s why he was so successful. There were minimal mistakes because, simply put, no one survived one too many mistakes. His face was cold and unmoving and he didn’t entertain fools. At his age and with his experience he learned to read people and ultimately, never give blind trust because it always led to someone being burned.

The people who worked for Harry knew boundaries right away. Knocking first and waiting for an answer. Waiting to be addressed. He wanted to be addressed as Mr.Styles and he never looked a hair out of place. Keeping eye contact with him was hard because it seemed like he looked into your soul. It wasn’t something that a lot of people could do.

That is, until Y/N entered.

The bubbly, sweet girl listened to the warnings. But she didn’t heed them. When she had been given a leg up by her father’s friend and got the role of assistant for him, she had been ecstatic. Of course there were the warnings that he barely kept assistants for a month. The horror stories had been how he fired someone for giving him his coffee at 8:15 instead of 8 on the dot. Or how he fired someone for their shirt being an obnoxious shade of pink. She merely scoffed, thinking that he was obviously an entitled man baby if he actually did those things.

Y/N burst into Harry’s life like a hurricane of color, chaos, and caramel coffee.

Her first day, she knocked and went right in without being addressed. His hackles raised as he was immediately angered, face raising to yell at whoever it was finger the fuck out, but he was interrupted far too quickly.

“Hello, Mr.Styles. I’m Y/N and I’m your assistant, I think we are going to get along very well. I know you usually have black coffee and one sugar but that’s a bit boring. I got you an iced caramel. It always perks me up, and the cup was cute.” She placed it in front of his shocked form, though his face was still stony.

Who was this girl? And who the hell did she think she was, flouncing into his office in her pretty dress and slightly chipped nail polish and the smell of lavender surrounding the air around her? Wirh bright eyes and slightly crooked smile that had him doing a double take?

It turned out, she turned out to be Y/N.

The girl he had an awful, juvenile, all encompassing, dirty, filthy and mushy crush on.

Harry was older than her. He was well educated and high up in the business field with the world at his fingertips, and yet he found himself dreaming about taking her hand into his and kissing her knuckles as he drove her places. He was pathetic. His bubbly assistant that often reminded him of fairies or princesses in those tall tales was the one to make him lose his grip, after working so hard for years and years to get himself to this place. He was the boss, this was his company for fucks sake! And he lets this bunny like woman walk all over him.

Y/N never really saw the attitude that Mr.Styles have to other people directed at herself. It was grumpy, sure. But he seemed… softer with her. He only scowled when she got into his personal space to fix his hair, never smacked her away or stepped out of the line of touch. He would nod and try any coffee concoction she would bring him, got used to her letting herself in after a warning knock, and never told her to shut up when she drabbles on about the new book she read or record she bought.

Harry was like… a puppy. Scary to some but to her, he let her see the glimpse of the true softy under it all. Especially that time where she had been in tears because she had ruined her favorite blouse with printer ink.

Harry had felt the most panic he had felt in a while when he had walked out to hear some sniffling. Her beautiful cream colored blouse she had just been going on about being proud of, covered in a deadly ink stain that wouldn’t possibly come out. He knew she had saved up for it. That she had been waiting for it. Her tears broke his damn heart, made him want to reach out and grab her cheeks, wipe them clean and buy her the blouse in every single color.

Instead he was somewhat reasonable.

He placed a hand on her back and handed her his black credit card.

“Go take some time n’buy a new one. Please. Don’t fight me on it, s’my fault for not warning you the machine wasn’t working properly today. Buy a few more if you’d like. I’d like to see at least a few hundred gone from the statement.” He spoke softly, though his voice was still gruff. Never had he done such an act in plain sight- his charity or good deeds were hidden. While he was actually a good person, people didn’t need to know the details. Theyd ask for hand outs, he dealt with it already.

Beautiful, sweet Y/N, however, bought his coffee on her own card despite his protests. She would research new food around them and grab him what she thinks he would like, 99.9% of the time nailing it right on the head. She was slightly abrasive to his normal taste, but he was a sucker for her. Had him wrapped around her resin ring clad fingers, just didn’t know it yet.

He was so fucked.