#i got a mug like that too kinda ❤️❤️❤️

[gay-dorito-dust]

can I request batboys with an s/o who shows affection with biting?

it’s kinda stupid, but it could be cute, or they’re weirded out.

I don’t know, whatever you think ❤️

Idk why but I like the idea of Tim absolutely reading people to filth, this might just be me but I like it.

Dick would yelp when you first bit him on the neck, instinctively pressing a hand there and look at you with a pout.

‘I know I’m an absolute snack but I didn’t think I’d see the day where you’d try and take a bite out of me.’ He whined as he rubbed his neck, feeling exactly where you bit him from the teeth marks and wetness you left behind.

He loves it when you bite him but he can’t help in being dramatic when your bite marks are left in the most visible places where anybody could see them and speculate.

‘What if people ask if I like being bit?’ Dick would gasp, looking at the marks through the mirror, whimpering slightly when lightly grazing them. ‘What if they think I like being marked?’

‘Well you obviously do because not once had you stopped me once from biting you. Not once.’ You replied from your place on the bed, looking up from your phone to stare at him through the reflective surface. ‘If anything I think I heard you whimper a few times whenever I bite your neck.’ You add, smirking upon seeing Dick’s face grow flustered.

Dick wouldn’t admit it but he did like it when you bit him, probably more then he should, but he loved the fact that whenever you bit him you were only reassuring him that he was yours and you were his, albeit in your own unique way of affection.

Jason would bite you back purely out of retaliation but it’s mainly on your cheek or shoulders that he bites.

He lives for the little yelps you give when he does bite down on your shoulder lightly, smirking like the cheeky shit he could be at times.

He’ll proudly display the bite marks to anyone who was getting too comfortable with him for his own liking, by pulling down the collar of his shirt and showing off your bite marks across his collar bone and says with his whole chest ‘I’m taken.’

Once you both were lying on bed and were just about ready to fall asleep, but your eyes honed in on his bare upper body, more specifically his big tiddies. Jason -who had just put down his book after finishing a chapter- gave you a look and said ‘don’t you fucking dare-‘ but it was already too late as you opened your mouth and bite down on his left tiddy, staying there for a good deal of time.

Jason only sighs and pets your head, pressing a kiss there and whispers. ‘What am I going to do with you?’ To which you respond cheekily with. ‘Love me?’

Jason couldn’t help but chuckle. ‘I can think of a few ways to do that.’ But before you could ask what he meant with that, he then proceeded to bite down your neck, causing you to squeak.

However when Jason bites you, it looks at though you’ve been bites by a fucking vampire, mainly because he’s got four distinctly sharp dentures and you had developed somewhat a love/hate relationship with it, much to Jason’s amusement.

‘Hey! You do it to me so why shouldn’t I do it to you?’ He’d say with his hands raised but a smile on his face and mischievous glint in his eyes. He loves it more than he lets on, he just likes to meet you on equal footing.

He calls you his little piranha.

Tim would look at you as if to say ‘are you done?’

He’s perpetually tired from everything, so you biting him to show affection doesn’t phase him in the slightest.

You could bite his bicep and he’d be like ‘love you too you menace.’ Before taking a sip from his mug as he went about the rest of his day, uncaring of the bite mark already forming on his bicep.

However whenever Tim feels as though he’s missing you, he’d just brush his fingers over the bite mark and remind himself that you were waiting for him to come back…and probably bite him as a way to show him that you missed him also, but he really didn’t mind.

If anything his only request is that you don’t bite him anywhere his brothers could see them, they’ve already teased him enough about being with you that seeing a single bite mark would send them into utter insanity. They’d would never him live it down and would forever tease him into hell and back for it, especially Damian and Jason.

Even if you did accidentally leave a bite mark on a viable part of him and someone teases him for it, all he has for do is look them in the eye and say ‘at least I got someone who makes me really happy, and who isn’t afraid of showing me that they love me just as equally without feeling ashamed.’ He stops and looks them over with a look. ‘Which is more than I can say for you, the only real relationship you have is with a box of tissues, lube and a shitty computer system that’s on the verge of collapse.’ He adds before stalking off, leaving the person to wonder how Tim knew about the shitty computer, a shitty computer that was currently being held together by duck tape of all things.

All in all, Tim doesn’t mind you biting him in a display of affection, just don’t do so in areas where his family will take notice of and start asking really uncomfortable questions…

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sum of All 15

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Steve Rogers

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you are given an unexpected assignment.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You find the kitchen. There’s a woman there. She looks just as surprised as you. 

You scuff to a stop across from her and give a toothy smile, “hi.” 

She hesitates, “good morning...” Her confusion nestles in her forehead. “Friend of Thor’s?” 

You think about it, “I know him. Sorta.” 

She pokes her tongue between her lips thoughtfully, “I’m not his wife. Yet. If you and him are... you know...” 

“Huh? Oh, no. No.” You show your palms. “That’s definitely not it. A friend of a friend, really.” 

“Ah,” she looks almost disappointed that you’re not sleeping with her ‘not husband yet’. “Oh, you must be one of the guests.” 

“I guess I would,” you nod. “I’m not tryna impose but do you have somewhere I can hide.” 

“Hide?” She echoes. 

“Um, I just need space. To think. You gotta know how it is. Right? Girl power?” You cringe. 

She snorts, “alright, I can find you somewhere, but you know, they don’t give up.” 

“They?” 

“The men. These type of men,” her tone turns dire. “You want some coffee? I just made a pot. Be nice to have. Alone.” She turns to open a cupboard, “At least, I imagine so.” 

“Sure, uh,” you sway and look over your shoulder. “My caffeine addiction is a bit of a bitch. Pardon my language.” 

She pours into a clear double-walled mug and nears. She wears a robe that’s too big for her. It must be Thor’s. Oh, you shouldn’t think too hard about that. 

“So, you’re with Rogers, was it? How long have you been together?” She hands over the mug and beckons you to another doorway. 

“Together? No, I work for him. I’m an accountant.” 

“Uh huh, he just brings his accountant everywhere?” 

“Well, he’s doing business with Thor, right? So I’m here to do numbers.” 

“Loki can do those and he doesn’t really seem like the type for teamwork,” she says. 

“Sure, uh, but... I don’t know.” 

“You like flowers? I think your best bet is the gazebo but I can always find some dark corner inside,” she says. 

“Oh, outside would be nice. Maybe the fresh air will help with the fainting.” 

“Fainting?” She wonders. 

“It’s nothing.” 

“If you say so,” she shrugs. 

“Oh, by the way, I’m Queenie. Obviously I’m... with Thor.” 

“Uh, yes, hi,” you introduce yourself in turn. 

“Out here,” she guides you through a back door and down a winding path. You marvel at the scenery. 

“Wow, this place is so amazing. You really live here?” 

“Sure do. At least I can appreciate the flowers,” she agrees. 

She doesn’t sound especially elated with her circumstance. You can relate to that. You come up next to her and balance your mug. 

“You know, he totally ruined my job.” 

“Hm?” She hums. 

“Steve. I was supposed to start a new one and he made me come here instead.” 

She takes you around to a gazebo and stops at the lower step, “these kinda men also don’t hear no, do they?” 

“Yeah, super annoying. Erm, thanks for the coffee. Sorry if I got in your way.” 

“Not at all. I’d love to stay and hide with you but... better if I don’t,” she glances toward the house. “If I see him, I never saw you.” 

“Thanks,” you blow out in relief. “I owe you.” 

“Nah,” she waves you off. “Girl power, right?” 

“Yessssss,” you grin. 

She turns and traipses away, in no hurry to get back to the house. You climb the steps, careful not to spill, and sit on the bench against the wall. The smell of pollen and leaves tickle your nose. It’s as calm as you’ve been in days. Weeks, even. 

As you ruminate with your coffee, you think about Queenie and what she said. How could she think you and Steve are together? From what you gather, he just broke up with someone. Peggy? You can’t keep track. 

You empty the mug and leave it on the bench. You watch the birds from between the vine canopy around the gazebo. The day shifts and your stomach stirs. You are hungry. 

You sit and take out your phone. Your battery is low. You should save it.  

You’re just so frustrated with everything. Not just Steve but yourself. What’s going on with you that you can’t stop passing out like some damsel in distress? I mean, he is scary but he hasn’t hurt you. Yet. 

Oh stop that! You’re just here to count. That’s your job. It’s the one thing you know how to do. 

You pace around restlessly. You can’t stay here forever. You know that the longer you do, the worse it will be. You’ll be awkward at best and he’ll be angry at most. But he deserves it! How can he just ruin your whole life because he wants to make some shady deal with a criminal like him? 

“So, you going to sleep out here or what?” Steve’s timbre makes you trip and you turn to face him. 

He stands at the bottom of the stares, arms crossed, jaw set. You can’t see all of him but he still looks massive. And dangerous. 

You glower and shake your head. You’re not ready. Yet, what choice do you have? You’re starting to understand those things Queenie said; or rather, didn’t say. 

“You’re just gonna give me the silent treatment, huh?” He climbs the stairs heavily so you flinch with each step. “I don’t get it. Got you nice clothes, took you on a nice trip...” You shake your head and angle so your shoulder is to him. “I been nice to you, sweetheart. It’s why I don’t get this fainting business. I haven’t been violent to anyone who didn’t deserve it.” 

You lower your chin and stare at your lap. The things you want to say might just earn his violence. So you’re better off to stay quiet. 

“We have an agreement. You gotta do the numbers,” he nears, a shadow mirroring your own. “So...” 

“I had an agreement with someone else!” You stand and stomp your foot. “I had a job, an apartment, I had--” You blink and gulp, filling your cheeks with air as you catch your exasperation. You back up and shake your head. “Sorry... no, I’m not sorry. But I am...” you gesture helplessly. “Why me? Why do I have to come here? I didn’t want to!” 

You dare to look at him. You can’t read his face. His eyes flick up and down. He pushes his jacket back and slides his hands in his pockets. 

“Cause I wanted you to.” 

“Because-- because—that's it? Because you felt like it?” 

His cheek dimples and he clicks your tongue, “are we being honest, right now? Is that what this is because you’re toeing a lot of lines, sweetheart.” 

Your lips thin and you hug yourself. “I guess.” 

“Alright, let’s be honest,” he steps closer and the back of your legs touch the bench behind you. “I think you’re cute. I like the way you get all wobbly-headed and I like catching you when you lose it. It’s fun.” 

“Fun?” You scoff. “It’s not--” you blink and shake off the ripple in your vision, “no...” 

���It’s gonna happen now, isn’t it?” His mouth slants. 

“No,” you argue and raise your hand, extending your arm to keep your balance. You reach behind you and slowly sit. “I’m not going to pass out.” 

“Oh, you’re not? Not knowing that I like to toy with you,” he gets even closer, bending to look you in the face. “That I’m not even close to done with you?” You inhale deeply as that woozy glaze fogs your head. His eyes are so blue, so bold. He grabs your chin. “That I’m gonna play with you until you’re broken and there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop me.” 

You gurgle and latch onto his wrist. He chuckles as you try to pull him off of you, instead leaning into him as your brain speckles hotly. Oh no. Your lashes flutter and stick as he eases you forward. Your body slackens and you’re hurled into the blackness once more. 

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae! I absolutely adore you and your writing, you truly have a gift!

Can I please request something with James Potter where readers anxiety is really bad and is super emotional cause pms and is just kinda struggling and needs to be dealt with the most gently? Totally not projecting much at all lol 😬😫🤣

Totally no pressure if you don’t feel up to it! I love reading anything you write ❤️❤️

Hi lovely, thanks so much!!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 772 words

“Here y’go, love.” James presses a mug’s handle into your hands, and you take it quickly once you realize he’s holding the hot sides. 

“James!” you hiss, chiding. “You’re going to burn yourself.”

Only James Potter could make a shrug seem fond. He sits down beside you on the couch, hand resting on your thigh, and the knee you hadn’t realized you’d been jiggling slows to a stop. 

“What’s eating you?” he asks mildly, rubbing you from knee to hip as he sips his tea, quietly hinting for you to do so as well. 

You sigh, blowing on your tea before raising it to your lips. “Nothing so important I should be this stressed about it,” you say bitterly. “It’s just PMS.” 

You hate how your hormones mess with you around this time of the month. It makes it feel like you can’t trust yourself, because you’re never sure if the emotions you’re experiencing are valid or amplified by your body’s punishing cycle. Your already oversensitive nerves go into overdrive, and you feel three times as susceptible to bouts of rage or crying, though which one it’ll be is as good as a coin toss. Everything is just more, and all the time, and it sucks. 

James makes a sad puppy sound. “Yeah? Are you hurting, honey?” 

“Not really.” You have a headache, but that’s probably more due to your anxiety than anything else. 

“Well, why don’t you try telling me what’s bothering you,” James suggests. “Even if you think it’s not a big deal, maybe I can help.” 

You sigh again, a heaving, dramatic exhale. “Macy’s having a birthday party this weekend.” 

That surprises a smile out of James, and he tilts his head to look at you bemusedly. “Oh, how nefarious! Shall we curse her?” 

You give him a look that says not funny, even as your own lips curl up slightly. James smothers his grin as best he can (which is to say, not very well), nodding at you seriously to continue. 

“I just—” you heave another sigh, and James’ hand redoubles its efforts on your leg, squeezing the fatty inner part encouragingly. “I’m not going to know anyone there, and I’m going to have to go straight after work on Friday, and she and her friends always stay out so much later than I want to. I just know I’m going to be exhausted.” 

“Okay.” James is nodding, still looking slightly confused. “So don’t go.” 

“But it’s her birthday,” you say, the last syllable taking an unexpected turn into whiny territory as your eyes grow wet. “I don’t have an excuse to miss it and I’ll be the worst friend in the world if I do.” 

“Sweetheart, hey.” James’ voice takes on a slight panicked edge due to the appearance of tears, though you can tell he’s trying to be soothing. His hand abandons your leg to snake around your waist, scrubbing up and down your side. “Honey, you’re a great friend. You’re just looking out for yourself a little bit,” he promises, kissing the top of your head. “Let’s think about who’s going to be more upset, alright? If you miss it, Macy might be a bit sad you didn’t come, but she’s still got all of her other friends who don’t know you anyway, and the party will probably go on as it would have. But if you go, you’ll have to hurry there straight after work, you might be too tired to be much fun, and you could end up miserable the whole night. Sound right?” You nod wretchedly, and he hums into your hair. “So just miss this one, and make it up to her with lunch or something another time, yeah?” At your hesitation, he adds, “You have plans Friday night, you can’t make it.” 

You look up at James. “I don’t have plans, though. I don’t want to lie to her.” 

“Sure you do, sweetheart,” he contradicts you, grinning. “You have plans with me, duh. You’ve only been friends with Macy for a couple months, right?” You nod. “Well then sorry, Macy, but I’m pulling rank.” You laugh, and James swoops down to kiss at your dimple when it appears. “I need my girl for Friday night. She’s pre-engaged.” 

James can never stop kissing once he’s gotten started, and you hide your cheek from him in his own chest, wrapping your arms around his waist in an awkward sort of hug. “Thanks, Jamie.” 

You can still hear the smile in his voice. “Anytime, my love. Now, since that’s been resolved, do you think you can drink your tea? It’s gonna get cold.”

[janeyseymour]

I hope you’re feeling well!

This prompt is kinda a part 2 for Warmth. The reader stays at Mel’s house so much that they are already living together at this point but nothing between them is official nor neither asked the other to live together.

Don’t know if your mind will take you to hurt, comfort or some other feeling but can you make it with a sweet ending with them being cute and living together? Thank you ❤️

hi! i got you, homie! here you go! as per usual... not edited in the slightest n hopin it's enough of a slay

Warmth- pt 2

Part 1

wc: ~3.4k

Since staying at Melissa’s house for the first night, and then a second night, and then an unexpected third night because she missed you, you and the redhead spent most of your time together.

The two of you arrive to Abbott together- whether that be because you were at her house already, she was at your apartment, or one of you had picked the other up depended on what had happened the previous night. You spend any time at the school that you can together, whether that be at lunch, standing next to each other at assemblies, or sitting with her and Barbara during meetings. You usually have dinner together, unless one of you has plans for dinner with friends. But even then, the two of you end up together sharing a bottle of wine or having a nice mug of tea to debrief about the day’s events. And then sometimes you stay the night, sometimes she stays the night, and occasionally you have to slip out once she’s already asleep because you have things you have to get done at your apartment.

But those days are coming to an end, and you find that you’re rarely at your apartment anymore besides to get mail or grab clothing for the next coming days. And even then? You have a drawer at Melissa’s, you have a toothbrush, spare blankets, she even has a mug that is specifically for you in her cupboard. 

The two of you are practically living together at this point, although neither of you has said anything about the situation at hand. In fact, the two of you haven’t even discussed the two of you seeing each other. You meant to, but… it just never happened. You actually haven’t kissed aside from when you’re… The elephant in the room hasn’t been addressed, and you’re just a bit too nervous to say anything about it. So, you don’t bring it up. And for some reason, she doesn’t either.

“Mel?” you knock on her front door, a bottle of white in your hand to drink with her. You reach for the knob and turn, but she’s beaten you to it.

She opens the front door, hair knotted up and her glasses on the bridge of her nose as she scrolls through her phone. “Hey, hun.”

“Hey,” you smile at her and take in her appearance. Even in her sweatpants, Eagles sweatshirt, and no makeup, she’s the most amazing woman you’ve laid your eyes on.

“Are y’gonna come in, or do I need to give you a personal invite?” she teases you. “C’mon, now.”

You brush past her, your side that grazes her figure burning.

“Took you long enough to get here,” she chuckles as she closes the door behind you and heads for the kitchen. You make yourself comfortable on the couch before opening the wine and pouring it into the two offered glasses.

“I know,” you chuckle. “I kept trying to leave earlier, but Alex had some things she had to debrief with me.”

“I’m just teasing,” she nudges you and sips her wine. “Thanks for coming.”

The two of you spend the rest of your night sitting on the couch chatting about your days before retiring up to her bedroom like you usually do.

You spend the next morning getting ready together before you have to part ways to get to school. You wake up in her arms as you always do- happy, warm, feeling like you’re on top of the world. She makes you breakfast, the two of you enjoy a cup of coffee together, and then you set off to get ready. Like usually, the redhead makes herself cozy next to you at the vanity to get yourself right and for her to put her face on. It’s close, it’s intimate. Then you’re climbing into your car and she’s getting into hers with words of, “See you soon, be safe,” despite the fact that both of you know you’ll be taking the exact same route and one of you will simply be behind the other person.

When you’re in the school, the two of you grab your cups of coffee, and you settle in to watch the morning news. It’s a nice morning, and then the two of you are heading to your respective classrooms to get ready for the students. You of course saunter into her classroom with her, having nothing to really prep before the school day starts. You perch yourself on her desk as she answers some parent emails and looks over her lesson plans for the day. It’s nice, it’s quiet, and you enjoy just being with her. But then you look over at the clock, and the kids will be coming in all too soon, so you know you have to get over to your own classroom.

Without thinking, you lean in and kiss her. “I’ll see you later tonight. Love you.”

And then you both freeze. Did you really just kiss her- at school no less? Did you really just so casually tell her you love her for the first time? Your eyes grow wide, as do hers. And then you just run- you absolutely bolt out of her room and into your own. You have no idea what the fuck to do.

You actively avoid her for the rest of the day, and she knows it. You quite literally refuse to look in her direction. It’s an odd, tense day between the two of you, and everyone has taken notice- specifically Barbara. You don’t flirt with her, you don’t sit with them during lunch, you make a choice to close your door during your prep when it would usually be wide open for any of the crew to waltz in and strike up a conversation. You practically sprint out of the school once your last student is gone.

“Girl, where has Y/N been today?” the kindergarten teacher asks her best friend. “I feel like I only saw her this morning when we were watching the news.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Melissa plays it off. “She’s probably busy with her kids and the testing and stuff that we have to do.” She knows that’s not entirely off- but she also knows that you are currently ahead of where most of the other teachers are for all of the testing. 

You drive back to your apartment, not quite feeling welcome at Melissa’s anymore. Even though you hadn’t meant for those words to spill out of your mouth, she didn’t reciprocate- and you don’t know how to take that. Maybe she felt the same way and just didn’t get a chance to voice that before you ran. Maybe she simply doesn’t reciprocate those feelings. Maybe… you don’t know. Once you pull into your parking spot, you lay your head on your steering wheel and just want to curl up and drink a bottle of wine. So that’s pretty much what you do. You grade about half of their math tests before you give up and drive to the liquor store to grab your favorite rosé. 

That night, you stare at the ceiling for the longest time. You haven’t slept on your own in so long. Really, it’s been almost… three months since you’ve slept on your own. You don’t even know how to do it anymore. It feels so lonely. You have half a mind to text Melissa, but you can’t muster up the courage. You haven’t sent her a text since this morning, terrified of what her reaction might be. 

You don’t know this at the time, but Melissa is wrestling with the idea of texting you. She misses having you as her human blanket and being your human furnace. She misses the sweet, soft goodnight. The bed feels empty without you. But with you avoiding her, she really doesn’t want to stir up anything. She knows that sometimes you need a breather before you’ll address the situation, much like herself.

Neither of you sleep well. Both of you show up to school absolutely exhausted, dark circles under your eyes from the lack of sleep. 

When you enter the break room for a much needed cup of joe, she’s sitting there picking at her nails as she tries to engage in a conversation with Barbara. You don’t say hello to anyone, actively avoiding the redhead and making it very clear. You simply brew a pot of coffee, fix it to your liking, and head out with a soft, “I have some work I have to get done.”

You avoid the staff room like the plague, and you wait until Melissa is out of her room to make any exits from your room for the day. It’s weird.

She’s miserable through the whole day, and the entire school knows it.

The rest of the week goes on like this.

“Girl,” Ava comes knocking at your door as you’re getting ready to head out for the weekend.

“What’s up?” you ask.

“You gots to fix whatever the hell is goin’ on with you and Red,” the principal tells you as she points a perfectly manicured finger at you. “Melissa’s back to her walkin’ around the halls without bending her knees and threatening to give the cameramen a colonoscopy with a fork again when they try to ask her what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ava,” you roll your eyes. “I’ve just been busy with… you know, work stuff. The stuff I’m getting paid to do?”

“You n’ I both know you’re all caught up and you’re avoiding your woman,” the woman says seriously.

“She isn’t… she isn’t my woman,” you say quietly as you go to leave. But Ava has other ideas in mind and blocks you from exiting the classroom.

“Oh please,” she rolls her eyes as she leans against the doorframe. “You two show up together, you flirt constantly, she makes you coffee, you share lunches… she even lets you wear her Eagles sweatshirt when you’re cold. Sounds like she’s your woman.”

“Ava,” you sigh.

“Fix it!” she instructs. “I don’t need another lawsuit because of Melissa. I have enough of my own to charisma my way out of.” With that, she turns on her heel and leaves.

You sigh as you exit the building and make your way to your car. You see that Melissa’s car is still there, and there she is… sitting in it with a pout on her face. She just happens to look up, seeing movement out of the corner of her eye. You make direct eye contact with her. She raises her brow. 

It’s now or never. You head over to your car to put your things away before you’ll make your way over to her. But as you unlock the door to your vehicle, you hear hers speed away. You fucked that up.

With a sigh, you climb into your own car. You drive to one of the liquor stores, pick up her favorite bottle of wine as a peace offering, and go to the redhead’s house. You gather yourself for a moment in her driveway before getting out and hustling to the front door. You knock a few times. Usually, you would just let yourself in after knocking, but you don’t feel that’s appropriate at the moment. So you take a step back and wait for her to open the front door. She does so with a scowl.

“What?” is all Melissa gets out before walking away. Seeing that she didn’t slam the door in your face, you take that as an invite to enter.

“I brought wine,” you say softly. “Care to share with me?”

“And why would I do that after you’ve avoided me for the past two days?” the fiery woman challenges you. “After you say that you love me, and then run and hide away?”

“I- I’m sorry,” you sigh softly, shifting from side to side and suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” she raises an eyebrow as she sits back down on her couch, folding one leg underneath of her. The second grade teacher crosses her arms and waits for you to speak.

“Can I open this, and we can have a glass while we talk?” you ask feebly. Honestly, you could use the liquid courage.

“Nah,” she tells you. “I wanna hear what you have to say for yourself, and then I’ll decide if you can stay or if I’m gonna kick you out and tell you to go to hell.”

With a sigh, you set down the bottle before looking to her. “Can I sit?”

“If you must,” she rolls her eyes. You do. She waits.

“Mel,” you say softly. “I-“ you mull over how to say all of this, what’s on your chest right now. “I know I have a thing for you, I know you have a thing for me. We’ve essentially been dating for the last however many months-”

“-Three months, nine days,” she cuts you off.

“Right,” you inhale. “But we haven’t discussed anything- we don’t even kiss unless we’re fucking… But everything aside from that feels so domestic. When I kissed you so casually and told you I loved you, I- I freaked out a little. So, I ran. I didn’t want to hear you laugh in my face or tell me that I was an idiot, or whatever Italian slang you would use, or… I don’t know,” you shrug your shoulders. She continues to just stare at you, although now her head is cocked to the side as if she’s thinking.

“I- I meant what I said,” you admit quietly. “I do love you.”

“And that’s why you ran?” the redhead asks you flatly.

“Yeah,” you sigh softly. “I am so, undeniably in love with you, and that terrifies me. I don’t wanna lose you, but I think I might’ve already. So… I’ll just get my stuff and… you can keep the wine, and-”

“You ain’t gonna let me tell you my side of the story?” she asks lowly.

“I mean… I’m assuming this is the part where you tell me to pack my shit and go to hell? I fucked up, and I know I did, and I’m so-”

“For Christ’s sake, Y/N,” Melissa cuts you off. “You’re rambling like Janine. Let me get in a word or two.”

You close your mouth and gesture for her to speak, biting your lip nervously.

“When you said it, yeah, I was shocked. But then you ran before I could get the chance to say anything.” she tells you. “N’ I was gonna talk to you and tell you how I felt, but then you avoided me like the fuckin’ plague and didn’t give me a chance. So, I was givin’ you some space, ‘cause I know sometimes you need a day. But you took a God damn week! And I’ve been miserable! Because all I wanted to do was text you, tell you to come over, we could talk it out. I was hopin’ you would come talk to me today in the parking lot when you saw me, but then you went to your car instead of over to me.”

“I was going to come over after I put my bags down, but you didn’t give me the chance,” you tell her.

Your words fall upon deaf ears, because she’s still going. She stands from her place and starts to get in your face, the way that you’ve seen her do to others when she’s all fired up. “I had this whole big speech prepared about how I was sorry I didn’t react quick enough, and how I was hoping we could talk all of this over and finally address our situation! I was gonna tell you that I love you too! But-”

You cut her off. “Y-you love me too?” you ask, just barely above a whisper.

“Of course I do, you idiot,” she practically yells at you. “I would be a moron not-”

Again, you cut her off, but this time with your lips. She freezes for a second before kissing you back just as passionately. When you pull away, your hand stays cupping her cheek, and you smile against her. “I love you,” you whisper.

This time, you give her the opportunity to respond. “I love you too, you stupid idiot,” she chuckles back softly. 

“So,” you laugh quietly as you pull away. “Am I allowed to open the wine now? Or are you going to tell me to go to hell?”

“Answer me this one question,” she tells you. “And then I’ll decide… can we make this- us- official?”

You grin and nod quickly. “Yeah, I think we can.”

“Then you can open the wine and come lay with me in bed,” she laughs as she makes her way to the kitchen, a hand interlocking with yours and pulling you along.

After finishing off the bottle of wine and some other activities… you’re curled up against her with a pleased smile on your face. You gently cup her cheek again to make her look at you before capturing her lips again. “God, I love you. That feels so good to say.”

“I love you too,” Melissa smirks.

“It feels good to be back,” you sigh softly. “I missed home.”

“Home?” she looks at you curiously.

“Oh, uh…” you panic for a second. You hadn’t meant to say that. “ You.”

“Is that what you think when you’re here? Home?” the redhead asks you as she sits up slightly.

You start to rub your collarbone nervously. “Yeah?” you admit shyly. “I mean… This house feels more like home than my apartment. We practically live together at this point.”

“Home,” she sighs quietly. “I like that.”

“Yeah?” you look to her.

“Yeah,” the older woman whispers. Then she clears her throat. “Instead of ‘practically living together’, do you want to just… live together?”

Your eyes go wide. “What?”

“Uh,” she blinks a few times. “Nevermind. We can take this-”

“No,” you say quickly. “Wait, shit. I mean, yes? If you’re serious?”

“I’m serious,” she tells you softly. “I don’t let just anyone keep a drawer at my house. And like you said, we’ve been practically living together for the last three months. It doesn’t make sense for you to be paying rent for an apartment you’re never at.”

“Then yeah,” you kiss her gently. “I think I’d like that.”

“We can figure all of that stuff out tomorrow,” Melissa promises you. “Right now, I just want to go to sleep with my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend,” you hum as the two of you settle back down to a laying position. You lay your head on her shoulder.

“Goodnight, amore,” she whispers before kissing your temple. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whisper back before letting your eyes flutter closed.

The next Monday, the two of you walk into Abbott hand in hand, smiles on your faces. Ava immediately sees it and grins. She playfully wipes some fake sweat away in relief.

“Oh thank God,” the principal sighs dramatically. “You fixed it.”

“I did,” you chuckle. “And she is my woman, now. So we’re gonna need those forms to fill out.”

She leads the two of you into her office before pulling out the forms- and they’re already partially filled out in glittery ink.

“For Christ’s sake, Ava,” your girlfriend groans. “How long have you had these filled out?”

“Since the day you told Y/N she could crash at your place,” the principal laughs loudly. “I knew somethin’ was goin’ on between the two of you from that day on. It was just a matter of time as to when you two were gonna figure it out.”

Melissa snatches the papers out of Ava’s hands with a roll of her eyes. She starts to lead you out and towards the staff room to make a couple cups of coffee, but she’s stopped when the principal calls your names.

“And just let me know when you need paperwork for a marriage license! I already have those filled out too!”

“Ava!” the two of you shout at her as you continue on your way.

You two won’t need those papers for a while… especially when it took the two of you so long to get your heads out of your asses in the first place. 

[lizzychanstuffss]

Hi! So a lovely fic idea i have, whats kinda angst in a way/comfort. Not ascended Astarion x redeemed durge Tav(gn). Its been few years since the event of the game, but Tav still has the haunting feeling of the Urge still lingering in their mind. And they sometimes have nightmares of Bhaal returning and the crimes she did. So how would Astarion comfort or console them?

Have a lovely day/evening❤️

oooo you know exactly how to appeal to me, I've had an idea like this many times and most likely would have written a fic about it anyway so enjoy! Also personally just due to how the game works I fully believe that the urges still do thunk about in Durge's head just cause of the weirdness of their blood.

spawn!Astarion x redeemed durge!Tav GN

Requests still open!

2 years....it had been just a little over 2 years since you defended the city from destruction. Since you had rid yourself of the urges, or so you thought. Sometimes you still hear them in the back of your mind. Admittedly much quieter and not nearly as hard to shake off as they were before. But tonight was different, you had stumbled across a particularly bloody mugging on your way back from visiting Shadowheart, alone.

Something inside you rose from the back of your mind. The urge, your head spun and bile seeped into your throat. Suddenly you were that afraid little adventurer from two years who was just trying their best to resist. Who almost killed their lover, who felt ever so guilty at relishing at the blood that spilled from your enemies.

Holding your head in your hands you stumbled to the nearby wall and fell to your knees. Someone noticed you, it was an orphan or what you assumed to be one. She came over placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Are you okay, sear?" the child asked with concern in her eyes.

You couldn't help but just nod too weak to even speak, the child was kind enough to help you up. You had to strain against your mind not to take out your hidden dagger and stab the youngling to death.

she has no parents, she would not be missed. It would be the perfect kill and she's just so innocent.

The voice beckoned you, but you resisted. It was nothing if not painful anytime you resisted the urge, the hunger for murder back in full force. Once you were to your feet you waved at the child as she walked away trying your best to hold it together until she was out of earshot...then you threw up. Coughing and wheezing, it was awful, just like you remembered it to be.

You continued your walk home, stumbling along the way. You were sure this was going to worry Astarion. He had been in the underdark most of the day, normally you would have joined him but Shadowheart extended the invitation last minute and neither of you wanted to turn her down but also one of you needed to check on the spawns. So Astarion took up the task, but you had expected to be home sooner than this. Hoping he wouldn't get worried and just think you and the cleric lost track of time chatting.

-

After much stumbling and swearing you finally made it to your shared house you had gotten a few months after things started to settle down. You almost collapsed on the steps up to the door but kept it together until you got inside. Astarion heard the door open and came to greet you.

“Did you have a fun night wi-“ His words cut off as he took in your current state rushing to your side hooking your arm over his shoulder. “What happened, love?” The concern in his voice was sweet and would normally be enough to soothe any worries, but right now you were trying not to think about stabbing him to death.

“Th-The Urges…hurry…tie up” You choked out the words and Astarion went into action. You tried your best to stay awake long enough for him to find some ropes to bind you with, and knowing how this goes he had enough foresight to also gag you.

“It’s okay darling, you can let go now” He assured you and then blackness finally took your vision as your body was hoisted from your control

-

When you woke you were not of your own mind. You felt it before you heard it but there was a rumble of a muffled growl that came from your body. You managed to see Astarion through the blur of bloodlust as your body thrashed about on your shared bed.

He sighed as he watched your body move not of your own will. A gentle and cool hand moved hair from your face only to place itself on your cheek stroking gently. He knew you were in there watching as you had told him as much.

You could barely resist doing anything no matter what you tried. After 2 years any methods you developed to resist were slipping your mind in this moment, not like anyone could really blame you. For the most part Astarion had it under control. His soothing gesture continued, his face though, it wasn't full of concern even though the emotion was most certainly there...but the expression was merely sadness.

The monster inside your head was back and Astarion was sad, for you and in some way you could tell he felt disappointed in himself for not keeping it at bay. You realize you hadn't really informed him of how the urges had been manifesting but you honestly thought they would remain the docile little subconscious things that sometimes popped up when looking at a dead animal or a very rare piece of meat. You really thought nothing of them most of the time and they passed fast enough on their own....so why was this happening now?

This whole time you had been in your head trying your best. Astarion simply had been comforting you, stroking your hair as best he could and cooing sweet nothings to you. He knew you could hear them even if your body disagreed with his sweetness. You did begin to wonder how long this would last, would it be as bad as before or would it pass within the hour.

--

Within the hour it was, which you were quite thankful for. As you were coming out of it you were on your back staring up at the ceiling, Astarion lying beside you.

"Ah there you are my precious little bhaalbabe." He joked it was enough to coax a giggle out of you as he removed the gag.

"The gag was a nice touch, did you want to touch my face that badly?" Looking over at him to stare into his eyes, also so he could hopefully untie you. Which your vampire lover does oh so graciously.

"Maybe I did?~" He was being strangely lighthearted about the entire ordeal...but honestly you were exhausted and it was nice to not think about it too hard.

"Should we talk about it?" You asked.

"We can talk about it now....or we can do it tomorrow?" He offered the options either way it would need to be discussed, but not now all you wanted to do was have him cuddle you and sleep for several hours.

"Tomorrow, please...I don't have the energy for it right now..." The words left you and then without a second more of ideal conversation almost as if he read your mind, he wrapped his arms around pulling you into his chest. His hand idly playing with your hair and his lips pressing themselves on to your head in a kiss but more so, so he could take in your scent.

He wouldn't admit it unless asked but you knew he was scared, you were too but for now, he didn't say a thing and just held you. Held you until you couldn't keep your eyes open any longer letting your body slip into sleep finally relaxing.

[no-one-at-all75]

Husband! Cypher HC (Gender Neutral)

Cypher x Reader

Hi!! It’s been a while! It’s kinda sad to see the Cypher community die out so I’m back! I ran out of ideas and that’s why I don’t post. This one is a bit short but sweet. Requests are open and I will get to them as soon as I can :)

Words: 255 words

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Husband! Cypher always kisses you when he gets home. No matter what you are doing, he finds you like a heat seeking missile and attacks you with kisses.

Husband! Cypher hates going on long missions. He literally counts down the seconds til he can be home and have you in his arms.

Husband! Cypher always buys gifts for you from his trips. Most of the time it’s the regions snacks or food. Other times it’s a little trinket that reminded him of you. You will always treasure the fish keychain he got you from Breeze.

Husband! Cypher loves spending time with you and will drop everything to be by your side. You ask him to cuddle and read with you? He will call in from work sick and spend the whole day with you.

Husband! Cypher will tease you about the littlest things. Staring in his eyes for too long? He will ask “What’s your problem?” and squeeze your face.

Husband! Cypher won’t really show you off at work. He likes to keep his work life and home life separate. No one (besides Brimstone) knows that Cypher has a partner, let alone married. The only trace of you he has in his lab is a mug you got him for Christmas that says “Worlds Best Asshole ❤️”.

Husband! Cypher has always loved you, no doubt about it. From the moment he saw you he could tell you were his forever person. He cried like a baby when you walked down the aisle to him. His heart will always be full of love for you and whatever you do.

[cowgurrrl]

So, you asked for domestic requests - it‘s not exactly humourous, but at least it‘s fluff: how about Joel taking care of a reader who‘s got bad cramps? She‘s kinda anxious about it and he‘s like „Darlin‘ a little blood never scared me“ or sth like that (totally not inspired by me being on my period and trying not die because the painkillers aren‘t working yet)

Anyways, no stress, it‘s only an idea. Feel free to ignore if you don’t wanna do it. Love your writing 💕 ok byeee

Thank you for your kind words! I love this idea and I hope you feel better soon 🫶❤️

Dramatic

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author's note: This ended up being way shorter than I thought it was gonna be but enjoy it nevertheless!

Warnings: period talk, reader being (rightfully) annoyed with Joel, fluff, lmk if I missed anything!

“I just think you’re bein’ a little dramatic.” He regretted the words the second they left his mouth. You crossed your arms over your chest as you stood in the bathroom, staring at him as he lingered in the doorway.

“I’m going to give you a chance to rethink what you just said to me.”

“I think you’re beautiful,” he retries and you hum. He walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. You roll your eyes but lock your arms around his shoulders. “And strong, and kind, and so incredibly out of my league.”

“And forgiving, too. Don’t forget that.”

“Oh, the most forgiving,” He mumbles as he kisses your lips. You sigh against him, momentarily forgetting the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen.

It’s not that you were a stranger to your periods. Since the world fell apart, they were irregular if you even got them at all. Turns out running for your life and not being able to eat consistently while in Boston was not great for your body. But now that you were in Jackson, things were different. You had enough food, rest, and less anxiety than you had in a long time. Your period made her valiant return in response. Which is great, it’s what any other healthy person with a uterus would want, but learning to manage the symptoms again was a whole new playing field for both you and Joel.

The pain is, somehow, worse than you remember it, and your whole body feels tender and sluggish. You cried because you finished washing all the dishes in the sink only to go upstairs and find one of Joel’s mugs sitting on the bedside table. Poor Joel didn’t know what he was walking into once he got home from patrol and found you furiously scrubbing the cup. When he asked you about the blood staining your pants, you were just about ready to dig a hole into the center of the earth and die. That’s how he ended up following you into the bathroom even though you told him not to.

“How long have we been together?” Joel asks when you pull away. Your hands play with the hair at the nape of his neck as he looks at you with big, sympathetic eyes.

“Way too long.”

“You know that I love you and that I would do anything for you, right?” he asks, and you nod. “And you also know that I ain’t afraid of a little blood.”

“I know.”

“So, will you please let me help you? I’ll wash your clothes and run you a hot bath. Maybe make you a nice dinner?” His voice is so gentle and sweet that you practically melt into him. You’ll never understand how you got so lucky. “Or, if you want me to leave you alone, I can do that, too. Just tell me what you’re thinkin’, baby.” He urges as he rubs circles into your lower back. His hands are warm and just heavy enough to balance out your pain perfectly. You lay your head on his shoulder and relish in the feeling of his heartbeat against yours.

“I think that all sounds perfect. Thank you,” you say. You pick your head and move to kiss him again but stop just inches away from his face. “But I do think you’re being a little dramatic.” You whisper. He throws his head back and laughs, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink.

“I’m never gonna live that one down, huh?”

“Definitely not your best work, Miller.”

He makes it up to you ten times over. He lets you borrow a pair of his sweatpants after your bath, and you get to walk downstairs to a beautiful dinner and a glass of wine. Afterward, he even runs over to Tommy's and "borrows" a bowl of their strawberry ice cream. He even carries you up to bed when you fall asleep on the couch after listening to him strum his guitar, something that is saved for special occasions like birthdays, holidays, and anniversaries.

He may not always say the right thing, but goddammit, if that man doesn't try his absolute best to be good to the women in his life.

Just in case tumblr decides to eat my paragraph

[the-kr8tor]

I haven't done a hc in a WHILE and I honestly have no excuse. My apologies 😔

So, (not-so) daily Leon HCS!!!!!!

Imagine you hanging out with Leon, doing nothing in particular. The TV's on playing some HGTV show you're both half watching. Your head is resting on the arm of the couch and griping about their choice of design. Why even try to decorate at all if its all gonna be beige anyway? You're about to close your eyes so you can stop seeing the monstrosity, but are caught off guard by a feather light kiss. Before you could ask the obvious, Leon attacks you with a bombardment of kisses. "What- why??" you can't help but laugh. "Cause I felt like it." You fight back for a moment, but eventually you both fall into a giggling mess.

All of this is to say I think Leon is a kiss attack rather than tickle attack person.

On top of that I think he's a surprise gift kinds guy. Like he'll come home and hand you something random, an accessory, a mug, anything you'd like, just because. I also feel like sometimes they're strange things "why'd you give me a rock?" 'If you look reaally closely, it's kind of shell-shaped' "Wow, really? Yea, I see it now." You two share this braincell.

I can also imagine him being a day kinda person, like gets up at 8, goes to bed at 10.I think he just likes when the sun is out.

OMG IF YOU SQUINT LEON LOOKS LIKE THE SKY WHEN IT'S CLEAR AND SUNNY BC GOLDEN BLONDE HAIR??? BLUE EYES???

I don't imagine Leon as a big conspiracy theorist guy, but I do think he gets a kick out of hearing them. Like I could totally imagine him listening to r Yap about the craziest theories they've heard and thoughts about them. Some of them have merit, others not so much, and still others have him questioning what planet whoever came up with these are living on.

This isn't a headcannon, but I wanna see Leon in one of those super detailed military uniforms those manhwa mls wearrrr. He'd be so fineee 😔😔😫😫

No worries my love! It's completely understandable to miss a day or so! Life gets in the way sometimes 🥲

Daily Leon HC 💙💙💙

Oop hgtv and chill? 😳👀 Lol me too r, me too

AHHHH I'll take a kiss attack than a tickle attack any day!

Awwww he'll be like "it reminded me of you" i swear r better marry him asap

Oh man that can't be me 😂 he'd be worried sick if he ever saw my sleep schedule lol

Imagine Leon would wake up at the ass crack of dawn to go run and he comes back to you still asleep and he even got you a bagel from your favourite place!

GASP IT IS AHHHHH!!!

Lmaooo r yapping: 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Leon: ❤️👄❤️ whatever you say, beautiful

OMG YES I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU MEAN AHAHHGHHHHHH 😍😍🥰🥰😍

[xoshepard]

14, 21, 28, and 49 of the shepard asks for all three of them or whichever is applicable! 🥰

THANK YOU METAL ❤️❤️❤️

14. Any good at flirting?

Evanna: yesssss good at flirting bad at romance

Audrey: nope

Orion: not really but he has a lot of natural charm and pull (he's hot and powerful. ig this also applies to audrey tho sdkjfhskj)

21. Do you have any AUs for your shepard?

Evanna: if you see me writing smut of her and tali. that is au LMAO ain't no way that could happen in canon and i admit it. i also have been playing with alternate romances for her, if that counts.

Audrey: everybody know about the nihlus lives au :3 but also her other au version is in orion's worldstate, where she's just like a normal model/designer and not a soldier or anything and her parents are alive. they did train her to fight but it has nothing to do with her career or daily life, it just kinda stops her from getting mugged or abducted dsfjkhsjk

Orion: he also has an au version in audrey's worldstate, where he was on elysium working when mindoir got attacked. he's a civil engineer working on expanding elysium in that au. his personality is super different in audrey's worldstate, they have a bit more aloof/antagonistic relationship in his canon bc he resents her for not being pushed into their spacer family legacy of fighting for the alliance, whereas in her canon he's v protective of her and STAYS worried sick about her and wishes she hadn't felt like she needed to join the alliance

28. What about hyperfixations? What’s the topic that will get Shepard rolling no matter the person or place

Evanna: idk if i would say they're rly one for hyperfixations? and they'll laugh at 1) any stupid crude joke they hear 2) people they despise/look down on getting hurt 3) fuckin whatever man they love to laugh

Audrey: answered here

Orion: he gets suuuuuper into studying, he likes to study combat, war, and tech. he also will get v into observing alien environments if he gets the chance. he'll laugh at a good pun, and thinks harmlessly annoying people is funny (again, he likes puns).

49. What is Shepard’s happy ending? What’s the dream that keeps em going

Evanna: freedom, having her own space that she's the owner/leader/ruler of. she figures if she does enough in the alliance she can retire and buy a house on the outskirts of some earth megatropolis

Audrey: owning a jewelry/trinket shop and finally being able to sell handmade products, preferably on elysium or wherever ryan is when this is all over

Orion: ryan doesn't really know what he wants, because he spent so much time convincing himself that he wanted to be a soldier. i think his main hope is that with enough time he'll stop having nightmares about akuze and stop feeling guilty for surviving. he starts thinking about what he wants to do seriously when he's with cerberus, because working with them makes him more depressed than ever, and he knows that if he doesn't set some sort of goal to work towards he won't make it through his stint with them. so he decides he just wants some land to use for designing a house and getting it built, as well as for growing plants and seeing which he can learn to cultivate. he gets a few desk plants for his cabin, too, which helps w his mental health.

[wild-karrde]

Congrats on the followers and thanks so much for the Friday Fic Recs (being able to scroll through them is literally what gets me through work on Fridays)!!!

Anyways for the quote ficlet for your follower celebration can you do Fox x f!reader with “The reason I drink so much caf is because I can’t sleep without you. Not that I want to sleep when I’m with you.” It can be SFW or NSFW.

And thanks again for all you do for the fandom ❤️

THANK YOU DEAR FRIEND! I am SO STOKED you enjoy the Fandom Fridays! And thank you for the prompt! It got soft, and I kinda like it. Hope you do too!

Pairing: Commander Fox x F!Reader

Rating: M (implied sexual content, Fox insulting Thorn's caf making)

Your eyes flutter open as the first rays of Coruscant’s sunlight finally reach your eyelids. You wrinkle your nose, inhaling deeply and stretching your arms over your head. The soft snores continue on the other side of the bed, and you roll over slowly, watching the rise and fall of Fox’s back as he sleeps peacefully next to you. He’s turned away from the window, and you hope he’ll stay that way for a little while longer so the sun won’t wake him as well. Sleep doesn’t come easy to him, and he always seems dead on his feet, so you always look forward to these moments where he finally gets the rest he deserves. 

The chrono on the nightstand catches your eye. 

He’s still got a few more hours until he needs to leave. Unless Thorn summons him sooner. 

You don’t think that’s likely. When you’d met up at 79s last night, you could tell Thorn was concerned about Fox. He never expressed that concern verbally; he knew it would be a waste of breath. Fox would accuse him of worrying too much, and in the end, Thorn would sigh deeply, rolling his eyes while Fox continued to push himself beyond any reasonable limits. So Thorn had stayed quiet. But as you’d bid each other goodbye, he’d made sure to give you a pointed look. 

“You two go home and get some rest.” The “please” was implied. 

Thorn will be happy to know Fox had only stayed awake long enough to strip out of his armor and shower before conking out next to you with barely a whispered “Good night.” He’d been sleeping soundly ever since. 

Quietly, you slink out of bed, throwing on your robe. You tiptoe out of your bedroom, closing the door behind you to keep it quiet for your exhausted commander. 

The hum of Coruscant’s morning traffic is already carrying up to your windows as you make your way to your kitchen. You hum as you retrieve the caf carafe from the place you normally store it above your stove. Most days, you’re satisfied with a normal caf press, but mornings with Fox call for something more special. He was so used to whatever sludge he could get around the Senate offices, the first time you’d given him a pourover cup of caf, you thought he’d combust on the spot. From the way Thorn and Thire joked about the amount of caf he ingested, you figured it would be good for him to drink the quality stuff every now and again. He loved it. 

You get out the special caf blend that you save for when Fox is over, holding your breath as the grinder runs in the hopes that Fox’s heavy sleep will continue. When the grinder finishes, you wait a few seconds and are relieved to hear no shuffling or groans to indicate he’s awake. 

You dump the grounds in the carafe’s filter before heating some water on the stove in your kettle. Once it’s steaming, you do a small pour to allow the grounds to really bloom before you begin slowly pouring, ensuring to go at the correct pace to really bring out the flavors. The bitter, warm scent strikes your nostrils, and you hum quietly to yourself. You find comfort in the smell, and while you love caf as much as the next person, you know it’s secretly because it reminds you of Fox. 

Opening the cabinet over your head, you stand on tiptoe to reach the mugs. You find the new travel thermos you’d bought for Fox to fill with caf for him to take with him before pulling down your favorite mug and reaching for the one Fox seems to favor. You grunt with effort as your fingers can’t seem to find the handle. You’re considering the best way to climb up on the counter when a warm hand grazes the small of your back. 

“I’ve got it,” Fox rumbles softly as he reaches over your head, grabbing the mug and setting it down on the counter. 

“I’d hoped you’d sleep longer,” you say quietly, examining his face. The dark circles and bags under his eyes seem to have receded a bit. He looks a little closer to his actual biological age, despite the greying hair at his temples. You reach for the carafe, pouring his travel thermos first as his arms slide around your waist. You feel his chin rest on your shoulder. 

“I got enough. Plus, couldn’t keep sleeping when I smelled this brewing.” He turns his nose into the place where your neck meets your shoulder, inhaling deeply. “Best thing to wake up to.” 

You let the joke about whether he means you or the caf die on your tongue, choosing instead to lean back against him, enjoying the gentle scratch of his stubble against your cheek. You treasure these moments with him, particularly with how infrequent they are. He’d already warned you that he’ll be busy for the next few rotations and that it’ll be unlikely you’ll see each other. You hate it, but he had been very up front with you about what being with him entailed. 

Not even that had convinced you to not at least give it a try, and since then, every second you were with him had been worth it. 

“That’s new,” he comments, finally spotting the travel thermos. 

“Figured with as much as you drink this stuff, you’d better take some with you,” you joke. 

He hums against your skin in agreement. “Too bad that’s all I’ll have this week. Going to have to rely on the tar Thorn brews.” 

“I’ll have to teach Thorn how to do a pourover,” you tease. 

“I hardly trust him with the cheap stuff,” Fox replies. “No way I’d let him touch this.” 

“Then maybe you could learn.”

“I don’t think it’d help,” he says quietly. 

“Why not? You drink enough of it.” 

“Half the reason I drink so much caf is because I can’t sleep without you,” he rasps against your skin, and your heart stutters in your chest. “Not that I want to sleep when I’m with you.”

You smile, turning to face him and allowing your hands to drift around his neck, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I thought it was just because you work too much.”

“That’s the other half of it,” he concedes. “But even when I’m not working, laying in my bunk at night, all I can think of is how I’d rather be here with you.” His hands drift under your robe, pushing your nightgown up enough to grip your thighs. You giggle as he lifts you onto the counter, pressing his lips along your collarbone. “Sorry I fell asleep on you so quickly last night,” he mumbles against your skin. 

“It’s alright. Glad you could finally get some rest.” 

“How about I make it up to you now?” he asks, lifting you off of the counter. You giggle as you wrap your legs around his waist, holding on tightly to his shoulders as he starts to carry you back towards the bedroom. 

“Fox! The caf’ll get cold.”

“Let it. It’ll reheat. Right now, I’m more interested in you.”

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[widowbitessting]

Sugar Mommies Pt.6.5

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 

To say it’s a filler part, it’s still nearly 1500 words! 

Thanks to everyone for the lovely comments in the last part! Legit worked my little butt off and it paid off! I’m really finding my feet and confidence with this fic now and hopefully I’ll be able to sort a posting schedule soon so keep your eyes peeled for that post! ❤️

I really gotta start proof reading before I post but I get too excited😂 

If you wanna be tagged, comment and let me know :) Let me know what you think! ❤️

“What? How could you?!”

“MJ, I said I was sorry!”

You shut your apartment door behind you with a small sigh. 

Ever the dramatic best friend. 

“Sorry won’t bring the hot chocolate you promised me, will it, Y/N!”

“By the time we finished talking the place was closing!” You say, fighting the urge to smile as you watch MJ fumble to kick her sneaker off. “Plus I think what I’m about to show you might make you forget about your hot chocolate…”

Her sneaker goes soaring across the room. 

“Nothing could do that, Y/N.” MJ says, walking into the kitchen. 

You can feel the cheque burning a hole in your bag. 

You sit at the table with a sigh, rolling your eyes as you watch MJ move around the kitchen to make her sugary fix. 

You don’t miss her picking up two mugs automatically. 

“You could be telling me by now if you had brought me my drink…” she mumbles. 

“I can wait.” You reply smugly. “It’s not like it’s anything major.” 

“Good.”

By the time MJ sits at the kitchen table with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate, you’re scrolling through your phone on Facebook. 

She slides your drink over to you and sips her own.

“Mmmm, delicious.” She says sarcastically. “Nothing could beat this. Nothing.” 

“Really?” You put your phone down and reach into your bag, removing the birthday card you got from Natasha, Wanda and Carol. “Not even this?” 

She looks down at the card and raises an eyebrow. 

“A funny toast pun?”

“Open the card you idiot.” 

You’re practically vibrating in your seat.

“I don’t see why -” 

MJ squeaks. 

Literally squeaks as she looks at the cheque in the card. 

She doesn’t say anything for a whole 30 seconds. 

And when she finally looks up at you, with wide eyes and mouth still open in shock, you can only laugh at her. 

“...yeah…!” 

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME SOONER?!” 

“You -” 

“1000 DOLLARS?!” 

“Yeah-”

“AFTER ONE DATE?!” 

“Meet up.” 

MJ looks back down at the money.

“This isn’t fake is it?” 

“No.”

“…holy crap!”

“I know!” You reply excitedly.

“This is clearly the way to go. Damn. I should have gone on the site too!” MJ sighs. “$1000.”

You laugh.

“Do they want another sugar baby?”

“Aren’t you straight?”

“Honey, for this kinda money I’ll be anything they want!”

“And aren’t you dating Peter?”

“Who? Oh. Eh, details, details.”

You burst out laughing at that. 

“I still can’t believe this. You’ve only just met them and they’ve given you this!”

“They said it was a tester on the monthly allowance I’d get…”

MJ’s eyes snap back to yours. 

“Monthly allowance?! Damn, Y/N. I’m actually jealous right now.”

“Hey! This was your idea!”

MJ takes a huge gulp of her hot chocolate without wincing.

“Okay that’s true; this idea was fucking brillaint.” MJ says. “So tell me everything. Are they fit? They looked fit in the car.”

“You could hardly see them, MJ.”

She shrugs. “I can tell hotness from blocks away. It’s a gift. Now tell me all about it!”

And then you remember the mortifying incident. 

You quickly reach across the table and smack MJ repeatedly on the arm; calling her all the profanities you can think of. 

She manages to swat you away.

“What what what?” 

“You! You, stuffing my thong into my handbag!” 

She bursts out laughing. 

“Oh my God! Did they see it?!”

“Did they see it? IT FELL OUT! Natasha fucking picked it up!” 

MJ screams. Literally screams with laughter and nearly falls off her chair.

“Stop it! She picked up your thong?” 

“YES!” 

MJ struggles to compose herself for a full minute, wiping her tears from her eyes. 

“...did she like it…?” 

You go to swipe her again, narrowly missing her. 

“That’s not the point! Do you know how embarrassing that was? It was awful!” You can feel your cheeks heating up in the memory of it happening. Of Natasha’s sharp green eyes looking into your own; the way her lips curled into a sinful smile that really made your knees weak…

“She said it was one way to break the ice.” You say. 

“I mean she isn’t wrong. Did the other two see?!” 

“Wanda and Carol? No thankfully!” 

“Aw that’s a shame!” 

You glower at her. 

“So one of them has already seen your panties - excellent! What happened next?” 

“We sat at a table and just…talked…” 

“About what?” 

“Each other. I got to know about the three of them and they got to know about me.”

“Did you kiss?” 

“No! Well, Wanda kissed my cheek before I got out of the car. And I hugged them all for the money.” 

“Wow. I’m surprised they didn’t expect some tonsil action after giving you the money.” 

“Gross, who even says that anymore?” 

“Me!” MJ giggles. “I think I’m still in shock. What’re you gonna do with the money? Are you gonna see them again?” 

“Well I’ll use most of it on the rent for this month and then they said to spend the rest on a treat for myself, so I’m not sure what I’ll get with it…” 

“...and are you gonna see them again?” MJ pushes. 

“Yeah, I am.” You can’t stop the grin from forming on your face. 

“When? Can I come too?” 

“No clue, we’ll text tomorrow and I think we’ll decide then.” You shrug. “And no, you can’t.” 

You stand up with your drink. 

“And before you start to beg me, I’m going to bed. I’ve got an early class tomorrow.” 

“Oh come on, Y/N!” 

MJ follows you out of the kitchen and to your bedroom. 

“Nope! Not happening. Goodnight, MJ!” 

You shut your door before she can protest, laughing when you look down and see her shoving the $1000 cheque under your bedroom door.

“Don’t lose that!” 

“I won’t!” 

“Night you absolute legend!” She yells.

With a smile still plastered on your face, you place the money on your bedside table and get ready for bed; checking your phone a few times for any signs of messages from the group chat. 

There wasn’t. 

You can’t stop the pang of disappointment. 

Even though you remember agreeing on messaging tomorrow after class. 

So you get into bed and curl underneath the quilt, deciding to put the cheque under your pillow.  

You’re not sure when you fell asleep; but when you wake up absolutely gasping for a drink, it’s almost 3 in the morning. 

Your hand drifts under your pillow, just to make sure it wasn’t a dream and; much to your relief, you can feel the money still there. 

 When you check your phone, your heart jumps into your throat. 

You’ve got 1 unread message from the Sugar Baby❤️ group chat. 

You have to take a couple of deep breaths before opening it.

It’s a voice note. 

Making sure your phone won’t blast it out at a ridiculous volume, you press play and hold your phone to your ear.

“Hey Y/N,” Natasha says, “I know we agreed we’d message you tomorrow but -” 

“- we couldn’t resist!” Wanda shouts. 

“Let Nat speak baby,” You hear Carol say. 

“So consider this a goodnight message from the three of us.” 

“And a thank you for coming to meet us!” Wanda adds before muttering, “sorry, sorry.” 

Natasha lets out a husky little laugh and you want to save the voice note just for that moment alone. 

“Sleep well, detka.” Natasha says. 

“Enjoy class tomorrow, study hard!” Carol chips in. 

“Why can Carol cut in but I can’t?” Wanda asks. 

“Shhh baby. Say night to Y/N.” Natasha instructs. 

You can hear shuffling and then Wanda’s voice is closer to the phone. 

“Night printsessa! Speak to you tomorrow!” 

“Anything else to add ladies?” Natasha asks. “No? Okay then. Bye, Y/N!” 

The voice note ends. 

Before you can fully stop yourself, you’re sending a voice note back. 

“I’m shocked you guys didn’t hold out; I really thought I was gonna be the one to message first.” You give a small laugh. “Thank you again for the coffee and the money - MJ couldn’t believe her eyes. Remind me to get her a hot chocolate tomorrow on my way home from class? She wasn’t impressed I came home empty handed! If I forget tomorrow, I can officially blame you three ‘cos I’ve asked you to remind me…”

You shuffle in bed and let out a sigh.

“Did you watch Encanto when you got in? I might watch that tomorrow when I get in. Anyway, I just woke up to get a drink and saw your message. It felt rude to not reply hence the late night response. Hopefully this won’t wake you! Night guys!” 

You chuck your phone down and wince. 

Hence? Who says hence these days? 

You flop back down into bed and cover your face with your hands. 

At least MJ didn’t hear you say that.

That’s a positive.

Right?

Pt.7

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[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

Hi!! I had a random thought for Izzy where the reader wakes up really early one day and goes to make tea and Izzy walks in and startles them and they spill boiling water on their hand?? And then Izzy becomes like weirdly sweet and gets a cold rag or something and touches their hand slightly too long?? And they have a little moment?? This is so weirdly specific so sorry if you don’t like that kind of thing but I thought I’d ask if you’d write something like this anyway because I feel like you’d do it well❤️❤️

Clearly, I had no idea what to title this. Anything just something short and kinda sweet pre-relationship! I fully believe Izzy's love language is acts of service so tending to injuries is definitely a way he expresses his feelings!

When making a cup of tea goes wrong (but then goes right?):

It wasn't really like you to be up as soon as the sun began to rise, normally you aimed to get as much sleep as possible. To awake with the rest of the crew, sometimes after Roach had risen and already started on breakfast.

You had tried to fall back asleep but eventually gave up, hauling yourself out of your bunk and creeping out of the room as to not wake anyone else.

Deciding there wasn't much else to do with nobody else awake, you headed for the galley. Actually, a warm cup of tea to sip while sitting out on the deck to watch the sun finish rising sounded quite nice. So, you got to work on boiling some water.

You hummed one of the tunes that Frenchie often played as you prepared your cup and the tea leaves. Lifting the squealing teapot, you were just about to pour the water when the door to the kitchen abruptly opened.

Having been caught up in your own little world, the intrusion startled you. The way your body jumped wouldn't have been that big of a deal, if you hadn't been holding a pot of boiling water.

The boiling water poured straight over your hand that was holding the mug, causing you to withdraw, letting go of the teapot. Letting it smash against the floor.

"Fuck!" you shouted, followed by a litany of various other curses.

You instinctively clutched your wounded hand, thankfully not burning your other. Despite the door opening being the reason for your startle, you had completely forgotten about the door having opened until you began aware of something shuffling around the kitchen while muttering to themselves.

"Here," a gruff voice spoke, prying your hands apart to wrapping something around your wounded hand.

It was a cloth, a damp cloth. Somewhat soothing to the burns on your hand.

Blinking up at your assistant with tears in your eyes, you were taken back by the familiar face of Blackbeard's first mate.

"Thank you..."

Izzy glanced up at your face before turning his attention back to your hand. You slowly relax despite the pain, letting your hand unfurl. Izzy removed the cloth before neatly folding it and wrapping it around your hand properly.

"Hold this and go sit down," Izzy ordered, "what the shards." You nodded shakily, clumsily avoiding the pieces of shattered teapot before taking a seat at the table. Cradling your hurt hand.

Izzy didn't speak as he moved around the kitchen, nor when he joined you at the table with a bowl of cool water.

"Let me see your hand," you had never heard his voice so soft, finally not scolding you for something and helping instead.

Holding out your wrapped had, you allowed Izzy to take hold of your wrist, keeping your hand steady without touching any of the burns. He removed the cloth, placing it in the bowl of water before examining your hand.

His touch was surprisingly gentle as he turned your hand back and forth, even if he ignored your little sounds of pain here and there.

"Make a fist," he ordered and you did. "Release it," you did as he said, watching the intent look on his face. "Move your fingers individually," you wiggled your fingers, hissing as you did so.

"It hurts," you complained, as if that wouldn't be obvious.

"Of course it does, you poured boiling water over it," Izzy scoffed a little, but still brushed his thumb over the inside of your wrist in a somewhat soothing gesture.

"...is it bad?" you asked, assuming he had some sort of experience with this type of thing since he knew what to do and reacted so quickly.

"Dunno if it will scar, might though," he shrugged slightly, wringing out the cloth with one hand and bringing it back to your hand.

"That it?" you fought through your wince as he wrapped the cloth around your hand again.

"Honestly? It might effect the feeling in your hand but it's still functional, so just be grateful it wasn't your dominant hand," he told you. It wasn't completely reassuring but like it said, you hadn't lost function so it could have been worse.

"Thank you, Iz," you sighed, still letting him apply the pressure to your hand instead of doing it yourself. "Last time I ever get up early," you muttered to yourself.

"I don't think waking up early was the problem," Izzy hummed, tucking the cloth in a way that it would remain wrapped around your hand without you having to hold it.

"I swear I can normally handle making a cup of tea...I'm not that incompetent," you knew that the first mate already thought so lowly of you all, and you were certain this was only giving him more reasons to convince Blackbeard to just be done with you all.

"I know you're not," he assured you with a small sigh.

"...you do?" you asked, eyes widening slightly. Considering how much he berated the crew, it was definitely a surprise.

"One of the more competent members of Bonnet's fucking crew," he shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal.

"Well, from you, that sounds like a ringing endorsement," you teased, a smile taking over your face. Even if you were injured.

"Maybe...once your hand heals, you won't be working with the ropes for a while," he warned you, sure you wouldn't be using your hand much at all for a little while.

"Oh no, how tragic," you sighed dramatically.

Izzy have you a small smile of amusement, just a tug at the corner of his mouth really. You would have easily missed it if you weren't watching him so intently.

That's when you meet each other's gaze properly, the two of you lingering there for a moment.

That fragile moment was quickly shattered when the door swung open again and somebody walked in, making you both snap your heads towards the door. As if you had been caught doing something you shouldn't.

"Am I interrupting something?" Roach questioned with a smirk, eying the two of you before the shards of teapot scattered across the floor caught his attention. "What the fuck did you do?" the cook's attitude quickly changed, his smirk being replaced with a glare.

"Sorry, Roach, I'm sure we have another one, I'll clean it up," you promised, knowing how particular he could be about his kitchen.

"This is why I don't let people into my kitchen," Roach huffed but you knew he would forgive you, the others had done worse to the place.

Izzy rolled his eyes at the complaints before turning back to you. "I'll clean it up, you go ask Bonnet if he's got anything sort of fucking ointment or cream for burns. Probably does, fucking twat," he muttered, making sure the cloth was secure before releasing your hand.

"See, maybe he's no so useless either," you teased as you stood from the bench.

"Go on," Izzy scoffed, waving you off.

Once you were gone and the door was closed again, Izzy turned to Roach. "I'll send someone to clean that up. Just boil water in a pot like a normal fucking pirate," Izzy told him before leaving as well, letting Roach complain to himself.

[thotsforvillainrights]

It, s me again, im not sure if u have the energy for it, but what do you think rappa, katsukame, setsuno, nemoto and tabe would react if you treated them like a tiny teddybear (im talking baby talk, wrapping them up in blankets two times bigger than them, cuddling, and also, and i beg of you, if y/n can pick them up, like a super strenght quirk?) love ur posts as always! ❤️🧸

(I got to this right at 1 a.m. haha! Definitely a bit late to reply to you so I apologize for that!!!)

~You’re my Teddy Bear!~

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~Rappa~

-He did not sign up for this, but damn it’s too late to go back now. He’s already fallen in love with you and doesn’t want to go back to a life without you in it. So he has to get used to you. But of course that will not come without complaints here or there...or all the time. He grumbled even now as you’re piling blankets upon him while he’s trying to lounge in the bed. “Ugh, that’s enough. Cut that shit out Y/N. I ain’t a teddy bear!” You simply laugh and crawl into the bed, nuzzling yourself closer to him and laughing lightly. “Yes you are, Kendo! You’re so cute, I love you! You’re a teddy bear to me. You’re my little teddy bear, my big strong mug!” He releases a low groan as you baby talk him. Although you notice he’s annoyed at your action again, it still hasn’t stopped him from pulling you a little closer to him right now. When he first met you, he figured you’d be a tough cookie. With a strength quirk like yours he’d planned to be able to spar with you as a worthy opponent and a lover all the same. Instead he finds himself being lifted over your shoulder and cuddled. He’s lost all will to fight back at this point. All he can do is continue his complaints and pray you don’t do this to him in front of the other guys.

~Katsukame~

-”Fucking cut it out will yah! Put me down Y/N, or I swear I’ll...I’ll...!!!!” Katsukame is combative but that’s nothing your strength quirk couldn’t handle. You knew he hated being coddled like this but you just couldn’t help it sometimes. To you he was like a big old teddy bear, and you loved him so much! You know he hated it but you still ended up doing the same thing as usual. Even talking to him like he was adorable sometimes was making him go cray. Yet he didn’t ever leave you or anything like that. He endured ever bit of it because of a funny little thing called love. For a little while he’s tried to retaliate by doing what you do to him vice versa. It hasn’t worked one bit. All of his picking you up, hugging you, talking to you cutely in his gruff voice, and treating you like a bear instead was doing nothing to you. In fact, you actually loved it as much as you loved doing it to him. He sighed in defeat and let you continue as you pleased. He supposed why not? I’d rather Y/N do this rather than someone else. 

~Setsuno~

-When you act this way he just kinda laughs it off and returns it with his very own affection. He doesn’t care how cheesy and gushy you get with him. He loves you and most of all, he loves to be loved by you. So you do everything you want to do to him because you have his entire heart tucked away in your pocket. Treat him like a bear? Okay that’s fine! He’ll be your little teddy bear if that means he gets more kisses and hugs from you. Pick him up with that quirk of yours? Yes why not? It warms his heart and always makes him let out a laugh or two. Even when you shower him in your blanket mountain he just seems to get comfier and cuddled into the fluffy mass, basking in your sweet treatment towards him. He doesn’t care if you do this in front of the others either. The two of you are sickeningly in love in front of the other members and no amount of teasing can stop the way you feel about each other. “Get a room!” Mimic shouts out at least 4 times a week. You just laugh and keep doing your own thing lol

~Nemoto~

-”Dearest please...” Doesn’t particularly enjoy it but he let’s you do it until he’s had enough. He’d much rather be treating you sweetly but there’s no room for it when you take over he feels. Still, he loves you and of course has the softest spot for you only. Therefore, he let’s you do as you please for as long as he can handle. When he’s had enough, he doesn’t snap angrily no. Instead he gentle taps your shoulder and smiles softly at you. “Dearest, please let me be? I wish to relax now with you and I can’t particularly do so if you have me lifted up and swaddled in this blanket like so.” His eyes cut to the blanket covered in a bear pattern. You apologize and carefully set him down. He chuckles and gently grabs your hand, pulling you to couch to snuggle up with him and watch a movie. He knows soon the baby talk and teddy bear treatment will return soon enough. He’ll be ready for it by then, after he’s finished recharging of course.

~Tabe~

-By all means, please do as you wish with him! This man is already super clingy to begin with. Back during your first week of dating you felt you couldn’t shake him from your side if you tried! He’s always been like this with you. All he asks for in return is the same treatment (and a few homecooked meals if you’re willing to throw those in too). Tabe loves being cuddled all the time. He loves the baby talk and especially loves being picked up and held so closely. Basically anything you do that can show you’re totally invested in him, he’s a big fan of such. He’s a man of few words so he prefers to show his mood through his actions. He tries his best to return the favor every now and then. Sometimes you’ll sneak glimpses of him gathering blankets to pile on top of you instead of the other way around. He’d gladly be your teddy bear any time you needed him to do so. He loves you too much to ever deny it

[steponmepinkjun]

On your masterlist I saw your requests were open, so here's one: How would the main 6 (plus courtiers if your up for it) talk about their crush on MC before they confess?

For some reason this got me kinda flustered? So go easy on me, dear friendo 😋❤️

The LIs Talking About Their Crush On MC (BONUS! + The Courtiers)

Asra ~

Tells no one but Faust and Muriel. 

Super, super blushy and daydreamy, every time he sees a pretty flower or a shiny rock or a hot mug of tea he's like, "Wow… this is just like MC. Perfect." 

Muriel keeps begging him to shut up or ask you out but Asra refuses, he doesn't wanna pressure you, and he sort of likes Yearning™ for you from afar

Goes out of his way to bring you up in conversation, whether it's, "Oh, MC likes that coffee too!" or "Wow, that sounds amazing… Imagine how cool it would be to show MC that place." 

Julian~

You know when you were in school and you'd tell your friends you had a crush and then every time your crush came around the corner, your friends would be like "omfg don't look they're coming" 

That's Julian and Portia 

Tries super hard to seem cool and aloof but as soon as you're out of earshot, he's gushing about how cute and dreamy and wonderful you are and swooning on the spot 

Nadia ~

Whenever you come up in conversation, she's very open about her admiration of you

Tends to talk about you like you're a political candidate she really admires

Only her closest friends are keen enough to catch the dreamy lil smile that always follows 

If anyone asks her if maybe she like-likes you, she'll give them a look that could kill

Muriel ~

So secretive and shy. Asra catches on quick and brings you up more often, and he just blushes like mad and hangs his head. 

Much more likely to doodle your name all over his notebook, or make playlists that he thinks you'll like 

He buys lots of plants that remind you of him and eventually he has a whole succulent garden dedicated to you 

Portia ~

Writes hella poetry about you, and has no shame in reading it aloud while staring into your eyes

Is the definition of the, "Haha, were we about to kiss bro…?" friend

"Honestly like they're super hot and I'd totally date them, to be real… Unless they're not into me. But if they were. Like. It'd be ON, you know?" 

Lucio ~

Won't admit that he likes you, but is very concerned with learning your tastes, casually 

"Haha yeah that's my favorite dish. What, uh… what's MC's favorite? Just curious."

Might drunkenly confess to Valerius that he wants you bad. "I'm gonna—hic!—make them mine. When—when they're with me… You'll—hic!—you'll see, we'll be the next Brangelina." 

Valdemar ~

Creepy and determined. Always talks about your relationship as an unavoidable future 

"Someday, when MC and I are united as one…" 

"Look what I made for MC. They'll love it."

Valdemar is that… a vial of your blood… 

Vulgora ~

The epitome of "I want them to fucking snap my neck like a twig and drain all the blood out of my body and replace it with their cum" 

Always one-upping people for you. "Yeah, MC could do that without breaking a sweat." "MC could kick your ass." "MC did it better, bro." 

Will not hesitate to punch anyone who even hints at disliking you. 

Volta ~

Super nervous and unsure, but in a sweet way

The closest she ever gets to admitting her crush on you is making cupcakes in your favorite flavor and nervously handing you the entire plate of them, before running away

Vlastomil ~

Names all his pet worms different variations of your name

And if anyone asks him if it's about you, he denies it and gets SUPER huffy and defensive 

"I JUST LIKE THAT NAME. AM I NOT ALLOWED TO LIKE A NAME????" 

Valerius ~

Talks maaaaad shit about you whenever you come up

"They're poor, and worse, they have no taste in fashion. They wear poly-blend, for God's sake." 

Then why are you always blushing around them, Val? 

He just scowls and pours another glass of wine