#i just feel that goo has a soft spot for his s/o

[royaltyoon]

JOON GOO X READER

Hangover clarity

[A/N]

I see goo as someone who is either all about one night stands or slow burn. There's no inbetween.

"your collar is all weird." You sigh, placing your fingers under them and correcting it before the blonde even had a chance to reply. He gave you a questionable look but kept quiet and went ahead with his work.

Goo had been left with the work for two people, so he needed a replacement for gun. He never said it directly, but he whined to literally everyone. Gun almost considered to get back on the work just so goo would shut the hell up.

It just so happened to be that, unfortunately, you were chosen as guns replacement. Chairman choi said something along the lines 'your personalities match' and you didn't take that as a compliment when the other person in comparison was goo.

You couldn't complain much, it was either be guns replacement or be unemployed. And frankly, the pay was a big plus point, the only thing that convinced you to work alongside goo.

The blonde was not very on-board with the whole 'new partner' thing, which you found really stupid because he always complained of how much work he had to do. He said he didn't want a partner who he didn't know.

If he ever paid attention to anyone other than his own self and money, he would notice that you've been working under chairman choi from the very beginning. The fact that he didn't know you, was entirely his fault.

But he changed his mind after he saw you training. He said something about you having potential. And a pretty face.

Apparently being a good weapon user is all you need to please goo

And that's how you ended up sharing a house with the blonde, gun was occassionally there too. It would be more convenient and quicker, they said. But you thought otherwise.

One month in of working together, you were tired of the sickeningly bright smile that he always had, you knew it didn't mean he was actually happy, he just always smiled for god knows what reasons.

Two months in and you were exhausted by the random Nicknames he called you.

Three months in and you were done with him, he was like a thorn in your side that just wouldn't budge.

Four months, well atleast he was good at what he does.

Five months, you don't know if you finally went crazy, but goo seemed a lot more tolerable now.

Six months, okay he wasn't as bad as you thought he would be.

A weird detail that you can never forget about him, his collar would always be undone, always. It was past you to understand how his collar would end up all wonky in the span of 5 minutes.

And the worst thing of all, he never bothered to straighten it. The perfectionist in you could just not handle the sight, so it became a habit to correct his collar.

So much that once, you even put on his tie for him, the blonde was very confused but didn't object it. Gun on the other hand just thought the two of you were a official thing.

The more he got comfortable with you the more he started to get clingy. He could tell when your mood wasn't at its best, that was a given when you both lived under the same roof for more than a half a year, so he'd try to be less annoying than usual.

He went as far as to make you feel better, not directly of course, but he'd crack some stupid joke or make you ramen or just get you a bottle of vodka. Whatever he felt appropriate for your mood.

He started to treat you with meals randomly or just buy you a new weapon if he ever comes across one or occasional movie nights with drinks. You also noticed how his sight would linger on you longer than it used too and how he would be wary about the things you did.

You couldn't deny that his presence had started to grow on you. Now it just felt weird to go on with your day without goo annoying you atleast once or you not correcting his collar.

With a bottle in your hand and a glass in his, you both sat down on the floor before the TV. The sitcom that was displayed on the screen was drowned out by a slightly tipsy goo rambling about a fight that he and gun had.

"but don't worry, you're the much better partner. Gun was an asshole, but you, you I like." He lolled his head to the side, looking at you with a lazy grin. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him, "are you drunk already?"

"probably" he grins, admiring you face. He let his sight run all over your face, "hm, I do like you." He nods, agreeing to his own statement.

"you're weird when you're drunk." You turn your head back to the television and take a sip out of the bottle in your hand. The rest of the night went in a blur after you were drunk too. The last thing that goo remembers was staring at your side profile before he blacked out.

He didn't understand how the two of you ended up in this position, your body shriveled up close to his with your head on his chest and a hand clutching his collar loosely and his arms securing you in place.

He barely remembered anything from the previous night, what movie were y'all even watching? He couldn't recollect. But both of your clothes were on so atleast nothing majorly wrong happened.

He let his eyes get used to the surrounding and came to realise y'all were sprawled over the living room couch. He wondered how much did the two of you drink that neither made it up to your respective bedrooms.

Ugh, goo groaned internally. The last person he wanted to see right now was gun, but his fate was against it. Gun stood tall with his hands shoved in his trousers and a raised eyebrow.

"don't you dare say anything." Goo whispered to which gun just shrugged. The raven haired man dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

Snap!

His flash went off, capturing the scene in the gallery of his phone. The blondes eyes widened in realisation and that just made gun smirk a little. "Come here you asshole." Goo threw a pillow at the fleeting man.

The blondes sudden movement made you stir in your sleep, he froze in place not wanting to wake you up right now. That just resulted in you nuzzling your body closer to his.

It was strangely comfortable for goo to be in that situation. He'd not mind it if that's what he woke up to everyday.

He dropped his gaze to you and brought his finger to move out the strands covering your face, slowly tucking them behind your ear. An unusual feeling rose in his chest, almost like his heart clenched at the sight of you laying asleep on him. The sun shining on your face, highlighting every feature. In that moment, you really looked like the most ethereal thing he had laid eyes on.

His fingers paused, this feeling was very new to the blonde and he didn't know how to decipher it. But he had a slight idea of what it might be.

Goo had always seen you in a different light, maybe this was confirmation of what it been all this while. He wasn't good with the topic of romance, he'd never even dated someone for legit.

But he knew that the happenings of today were gonna change the way he looks at you. He could already see the future where you completely snatch his attention even in a room full of others. Or just him purposefully undoing his collar so you would correct it.

[saetoru]

PRETTY — GETO SUGURU.

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ geto suguru x reader — 1.1k words — the prettiest boy fucking the prettiest girl <3

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, handjobs, praise, cock worship ?? (LMAO he has a pretty dick okay ???), needy + lovesick geto :(, unprotected sex, creampie, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess)

— notes ⋮ based on brainrot from that nsfw geto figure 😵‍💫 it’s infesting my brain his pp is so pretty <3

“like what you see, baby?” geto chuckles, stroking his thick cock slowly as he watches your eyes fix on the girth between his legs, raking them over him slowly. he’s pretty—long and flushed with a pink tip, thick veins running along the underside that make you ache to feel them drag along your walls. he’s big too, makes you whine as you cling to his neck and buck your hips up, trying to feel just the slightest friction of his fat tip rubbing along your dripping cunt.

“suguru, wan’ you,” you sniffle, lips curled into that soft little pout of yours—it’s a dangerous pout, he thinks, it gets you whatever you want with a bat of those lashes and the tilt of your head. he closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply as you snake one hand between your bodies and grip at his length, squeezing around his cock. it’s hot and heavy in your hands, slick with his pre cum, the wet, squelching noise of your fist dragging over him in slow strokes filling the room along with his soft pants. “want you so bad,” you whine, “need you, please.”

“asked a question,” he grunts, rolling his hips into shallow thrusts against your hand, “gotta answer me before i fuck you, baby,” he breathes. you roll your thumb over his cockhead, feeling the satin skin of his tip and collecting the wet bead of his pre cum before smearing it along his length as you quicken your pace. he groans, arms shaky as they hold him up to hover over you. “you like what you see, huh sweetheart? want me to fuck you with this cock?”

“yes, yes—please,” you whine, “‘s pretty, so, so pretty,” you pout, squeezing around the base of his dick. he chuckles, breathy and low against your ear, just a tad bit too smug for his own good even as a soft blush dusts across his cheeks.

“think it’s pretty, huh? prettiest cock you ever seen?”

“mhm,” you moan with a nod as he slides his tip up and down along your entrance, collecting your slick along his cock before slowly pushing past your wet folds, groaning as he feels your walls tighten around him.

“f-fuck, feel so good, princess. so tight,” he grunts, pressing a kiss between your brows as you whimper at the intrusion, your arms wrapping around his neck as your legs hike around his waist. he grins, watches as your eyes flutter shut and your mouth hangs open with a soft moan. “prettiest fuckin’ pussy, just for me, yeah? love you, love you so much, sweetheart—sh-shit.”

“‘s for you,” you nod vigorously, bucking your hips up and silently pleading for him to move. he gifts you with a slow thrust, hitting deep into you, the swollen head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot like a soft kiss, “‘s all for you, sugu—o-only you, jus’ you,” you babble, “love you too.”

geto chuckles, feels pride and affection swell in his chest at the way you’re already so lost on his cock, already so eager to please. he pulls you into a heated kiss, tongue exploring your mouth as he drinks in your moans, hips slowly rolling against yours and bullying his girth in and out of your pussy. he’s thick, splits you open as he drags along your slick walls, makes your head spin at the sweet friction from his veins as he quickens his pace.

“all for me, yeah? this pussy’s all for me? she’s all mine, isn’t she?” he groans, his navel bumping over your clit with each snap of his hips, the wet sound of his cock slipping in and out of your cunt and the slap of his skin against yours mixing with the soft whines that bubble from your throat.

it’s a symphony of he’s ever heard one—the falsetto of each high pitched squeal you let out raising goosebumps along his skin.

“all yours,” you squeal, “fuck, suguru—f-faster, need more,” you plead, bucking your hips up to match the rhythm of his, panting harshly as you feel the aching pleasure build steadily, spreading from between your legs, all the way up and along your spine until your can practically feel it in your finger tips—in your toes as they curl with each slam of his cock into your cunt.

“yeah? need more? you can have more, baby,” he hums, “‘s your cock, yeah? all yours, you can have all you want.” you squeeze around him at that—he chokes on a groan at the way you clamp down on him, all but making it damn near impossible to move with the tight grip your walls have around his length.

“mine, mine, mine,” you chant, head thrown back against the pillow, high pitched moans piercing the room as his tip slams along the sensitive spot in your walls, each roll of his hips precisely hitting you right where you need him.

“yours,” he growls, “fuck, baby. take this cock so well—feel that? feel that, baby? ‘s made for you. fits this pussy like it was made for you.”

and then his thumb finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles along the sensitive bud until you break—thighs trembling as your legs squeeze around his hips while you cum, walls fluttering around his length with tight spams. your lips part with a silent sob, tears glistening your cheeks as they run down the soft flesh. your nails dig into his back, the slam of his cock as he fucks you through your orgasm bordering on too much as you whimper in his arms.

“su-suguru, fuck, fuck, ‘s so good—feels so good, oh—”

the sound of your voice, the way you suck him in as you cream around his cock, the way you look so ethereal—so perfect and pliant for him as you lay beneath him spurs on his own release, making his head fall to the crook of your neck as his hips rut into you sloppily by now. he pants into your skin, choking on moans as he pumps his seed into your cunt.

“baby, fuck,” he calls brokenly, voice cracking as it lilts into a soft, needy little whine as he trembles over your figure with each rope of cum, cock twitching in you as he rides out his high. you feel a mixture of his release and your slick trailing down the sides of your thighs—and it’s so messy, but you can’t help but crave more. your hand trembles as it finds his hair, stroking through the sweaty locks as he finishes, his body slumping on top of yours.

“pretty,” you murmur, turning your head to press a gentle kiss into his temple, “so pretty, suguru. my pretty boy.”

“yeah?” he grins tiredly against your neck, “gotta be careful what you say there, baby,” he mumbles—and almost instantly, his cock twitches in your pussy as it hardens once more.

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[bread-writes]

Hi! Thank you for writing the lookism content I needddd. I was wondering if you could do s/o flinching during an argument with Johan, Gun, and Goo? I enjoyed the last one :)

I’m so glad you enjoyed the last one! I hope I did this one justice too.

Headcanons under the cut!

→ part 1

Johan, Gun, and Goo Reacting to their S/o Flinching During an Argument

Johan Seong

Johan can be very childish

selfish, even

after all, before you, he’s only ever had Eden and Miro

these kinds of arguments are a little common in the beginning of the relationship

but he tends to mellow out when he finally decided to trust you and open up

arguments with Johan can be about anything, really

that doesn’t mean he’s not trying to loosen up

he just can’t help it

he tends to snap at you without any ill intent

and usually, you’re okay with it

you understand that he’s not used to relying on anyone other than himself

however, you can only handle something like this for so long

on one particularly rough day for you, you just can’t handle his terrible attitude

he’ll probably hit a sore spot or touch on your insecurities when you confront him about his behavior

he’s initially shocked when you blow up at him

it’s all down hill from there

vicious words are spat without a second thought, neither of you willing to back down

his eyes are screwed shut as he begins to lose his already thinning patience

the fist clenched at his side begins to raise

only then do you come to your senses, flinching at the sight of Johan’s whitened knuckles

when he hears no response from you he slowly opens his eyes, mortified when he noticed the slight tremble in your stance

his fist falls limply at his side

apologies form at the tip of his tongue, but for some reason, he just can’t say anything

why does he always push people away?

he’s only pulled out of his thoughts when your hand gently brushes the lone tear that streamed down his cheek

out of desperation, he’ll grab your wrist and trap you in a hug 

‘I’m sorry’s and ‘I’ll do better, I swear’ are mumbled into your shoulder

“Just please don’t leave me...”

Gun Jong

as I’ve stated in my relationship headcanons, arguments like these with Gun are few and far between so major ones usually happen at the beginning of the relationship or something horrible comes up

he just doesn’t see the point in meaningless conflict

unless it’s a fight, of course

much like Johan, he’s not exactly an expert when it comes to communicating

sure, he can read you like an open book and can tell when he can and can’t push boundaries

but when the topic comes around to him, you tend to draw a blank

(of course, he does get better with time)

he’s secretive; keeping his work separate from his personal life

as odd as it may seem, while he’s not the best at communicating his feelings (or anything about himself, in all honesty), he’s the master at shifting conversations into his favor

this has led to far more conversations about you then about him

at first you don’t notice

but when your friends brag and complain about their partners likes and dislikes, you begin to grow insecure

what did you know about Gun?

you fall so deep in your thoughts, trying to find something that you know about him

his favorite color?

you don’t know

his favorite food?

your mind comes up blank

maybe approaching him right after he got home from work wasn’t the best...

when you asked him about it, he only brushed past you and around the corner

you decided to try again at dinner

this time, his lips pulled into a small scowl

“Why the hell do you want to know about me so bad?”

you snapped yelling at him, your hand slamming painfully onto the table

throughout the argument, he remained calm

the only sign of his distress being the slight narrow in his eyes.

your throat dries up when he lights a cigarette, glaring at you through his lashes before turning back to his food

you’ve seen that glare before

it was a glare reserved for people he found annoying or was about to beat the shit out of

“God, you’re so annoying... Can’t you just shut up?

you flinched back, a cold shiver running down your spine and the hairs at the back of your neck starting to stand

he tilted his head back up at you after a few moments

he reaches out to you, his eyes widening once you flinch away from him

he blinks dumbly for a few moments raking his head through the memories and conversations he’s had with you

you sat up from your seat, mumbling your apologies while desperately trying to get away from him

he’ll give you space for a few days before deciding to approach you again

while he won’t open up immediately, he will over time, now dropping little facts about himself every now and then

Joon Goo Kim

god, why did you choose to date a literal psychopath

unlike the other two, Goo is very open with his emotions

too an extent, of course

he’s competitive, eccentric

and worst of all, very confrontational

he doesn’t give a damn if you or anyone else challenged him to a fight; a fight is a fight, and he’s in for the thrill

fucking sadist

he could care less about the consequences of his actions, sometimes coming home with a twisted arm or broken rib

all of which he would laugh off before counting the money he managed to smuggle off whoever was unfortunate to cross him

as his partner, you’ve grown used to seeing his battered face entering your home with a bag of money hung over his shoulder

but that doesn’t mean you don’t grow worried for him

of course, this type of behavior has sparked more than a few arguments between the to of you

though none could hold a candle to the one-sided screaming fest currently going on between the two of you

“All I’m asking is for you to be careful!”

he rolled his eyes behind his glasses, letting out an exaggerated yawn as he rolled his shoulder

“Thanks, but I never asked for you to care.”

“Yeah--Well what if you die--?!”

a hand slammed next to your head, nearly shattering the wall

“Are you fucking underestimating me?”

you shook under his now blank gaze, flinching as his hand moved from its position beside your head

the hand caressed your cheek gently whilst Goo sighed from above you

he’s not as soft as the other two, but he is sorry for scaring you

also unlike Johan, he won’t ask for forgiveness right away

he’ll shower you in so many gifts and so much affection that you eventually relent and forgive him

he won’t make any promises about his habits but he will try to keep them under control mostly

haha not proud of this one at all. I literally cannot write Goo--and for what?? Gun’s is so longggg lmao 

[koskareevesismyqueen]

Hey, I got afew appointments coming up, and I really hate hospital and I hate needles even more, but I got really attached to Kix, ironic, can I get some Kix and terrified s/o with Mix trying to get them to clam down please?

Pairing: Kix x gn!reader (jedi)

Word count: ~1.1k

Rating: general

Warning: Discussion of medical based topics including needles and dislocation.

Author notes: Ah I loved this request so much! (human) medical stuff kinda freaks me out so thinking about how I’d want Kix to comfort me made this so fun and I’d love to write more stuff like this in the future.

My ask box is always open for asks and prompts – if you’re not sure what you can ask for, check my pinned post. If you enjoy please reblog. Thanks friends 💕

“Karablast,” you squeal as you hit the ground with a dull thud. For a second, you lie there, then you begin to feel the searing pain in your shoulder. The battlefield goes quiet and you realise the last of the droids have been defeated and your troopers are assessing their next steps. Through the ringing in your ears and the pain in your shoulder, you can’t figure much out. You manage to push yourself into a seated position with your good arm, then hold your hurt arm in the only way that feels mildly comfortable.

“General?” You hear as a trooper crouches in front of you. “General, are you alright?”

You let go of your injured arm and swat the trooper away. “Never mind that – how many causalities do we have?”

For a brief moment it looks like he’s about to protest, but then with a resigned sigh he says, “none, General. A few small injuries but nothing life threatening. You’re the most badly injured out of everyone here. Come on, Kix has set up a little medical station while we wait. Let’s get your arm checked out.”

You allow the trooper to help you stand and guide you over towards Kix’s makeshift medical bay. A few troopers are stood around, helping each other tend to superficial wounds. At least your boys have come out of it unscathed today, you think as a relief floods through you. The empty feeling of the force ebbing through you after a loss heavy battle always left you feeling sick to your stomach.

You sit down on the little chair that Kix has set up and patiently allow him to begin assessing your injury.

“What happened, General?” He asks soothingly as he holds your arm and begins stripping off the armour you wear to better assess you.

“I uh, I tripped over. Loose rock.” You wince again, partly from embarrassment that you, a Jedi Knight and General was this injured from tripping over a little rock, and partly from the searing pain as Kix gently moves your arm around. It’s obvious that he’s being careful, but you can’t help but yelp out in pain still.

He lets out a soft laugh as he places your arm back down. He places his hand on your other shoulder and soothingly rubs it. “Good news is, I don’t have to chop it off so your lightsaber can have a rest,” he grins at his little joke, and you smile back. If Kix is good at what thing, it’s providing a little relief in these moments where you allow fear to run through you. “It’s only a dislocated shoulder. I’ll give you a shot of some numbing liquid and bacta, then I just need to push your arm back in to your shoulder.”

Oh no, that’s fear alright. It’s not the jedi way but the sound of needles and dislocation sends pure fear running through your veins. You jump out of the chair, gather your lightsaber and armour plates in your good arm and begin walking away.

“I really appreciate the help, Kix, but I honestly think I’m fine. You worry too much. I’m just going to walk it off and help the troopers to–“

Kix darts in front of you, cutting you off. “I don’t think so, General. You might outrank me, but when you’re injured I outrank everyone. Sit down and let me fix you, otherwise you’re going to have that arm flopping around for the rest of the war. And don’t act like you can cope with that, I’m more than aware that that’s the hand you use when fighting with your lightsaber.”

You open your mouth to complain but end up screwing your face up in frustration. Kix is right. But the thought of needles and repair and more pain is too much.

“I’m scared,” you confess as you look up at him, holding back the tears which are desperate to spill over.

“Do you trust me?” He responds with that warm smile that sends your insides to goo.

You nod, cautiously. Of course you trust Kix. How could you not?

“Good. Sit.” He helps you back into the chair and digs through his medical bag. “Talk to me, General. What’s the first thing you’re going to do once the war is over?”

You screw up your nose, confused by Kix’s random turn of conversation, but answer him anyway.

“Uh, I haven’t really thought about it. Just because the war ends doesn’t mean my responsibilities as a jedi are over. I would love to go on a food and drink tour of the galaxy though. You know, travel the galaxy. Try the different types of tea. Eat the local foods.” You shrug with your good arm as you bite your lip, “it’s a far-off dream but on the hardest of nights the thought of seeing the galaxy in a nice way, away from war and death and destruction, gets me through.”

You let out a yelp as you realise that Kix has injected the needle into your arm.

“Not that bad, was it?” Kix asks as he pushes the liquid in, then carefully pulls the needle back out.

“I– yeah I guess it wasn’t so bad.”

No, it wasn’t bad at all because the feeling in your shoulder was melting away, replaced by…by ecstasy. You didn’t feel anything right now except good.

“You ever had mac n cheese, Kix?”

He laughs now, eyebrows raised as he looks down at you.

“Yes, General. You know it’s not the rarest food in the galaxy, right?”

You’re aware that he’s stood on your injured side, but by this point of it you’re too out of it to know what Kix is doing.

“Mmm but a nice hot bowl of mac n cheese would really hit the spot right now. Away from the battlefield, curled up in a nice soft blanket–“

“All done,” Kix declares as he steps back.

“I– what?” You look down at your arm, which you still can’t feel, then back up to Kix.

“Arm’s back in, all sorted. As the meds wear off it’ll feel a little sore but in a day or two you’ll have full use back.” You try to hold back the shock, confused that Kix had done the dreaded task but relieved that you somehow hadn’t even realised.

“Now, General, shall we go and find you some of that mac n cheese?”

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[writersmacchiato]

Fluff Alphabet | Neville Longbottom

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

When he first saw you, he thought you were beautiful. Though it was your smile that caught his attention and he spent many afternoons daydreaming about it, always bursting out into a violent blush when you directed a smile his way.

You loved his eyes. How they seem to twinkle when he talks about something that he’s passionate about, how they light up when he sees you.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why? Why not?)

Neville might want kids at some point, but he’s not in a rush and if you don’t want to have children, he wouldn’t mind either. For him, having you, your plant babies and Trevor Jr. is more than enough for him and he loves your family as is.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

He likes to curl up against you with his head on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist, your fingers combing through his hair.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Neville likes to plan small, quiet outings where you can both be comfortable. Often times, a picnic by the lake or walking through town and window shopping. If he wants to be romantic, he’ll dress up and cook dinner for you at home. Going all out with candles, wine, and flowers.

E = Everything (You are my _____ (e.g. my life, my world))

“You are my reason for smiling everyday.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Neville fell for you so quickly and easily, he thought it was embarrassing. It was during his time at Hogwarts with you, after a particularly awful session of Potions where it seemed that Snape had it out for him - more than usual. You trailed after him, grabbing the sleeve of his robe.

“Are you okay?”

He shook his head, “I will be.”

You frowned, but tugged him along. “We’re going to the lake.“

“Why?“

“To cheer you up, of course.”

He followed after you, listening as you ranted about how awful and unprofessional Professor Snape was, with a pounding heart that was a pile of lovesick goo.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Neville could not be rough. Even if he tried. There is not anything in his being that would permit him to be anything but gentle.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

When you first started dating, Neville had a hard time showing affection. Not because he didn’t want to, he was just shy and awkward. And, coupled with the off-looks he received — it was awkward. However, hand holding is the first thing he got down. He loves it. Will hold your hand at every given opportunity.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Neville noticed your kindness; how you stood up for others, helped them with the smallest of things...and wanted to be able to know you. He could be content with being your friend.

J = Jealously (Do they get jealous?)

He doesn’t get jealous, it’s more of a sad wallowing. His self-esteem is pretty low and you’re way out of his league, or so he thinks. Whenever someone comes along and flirts with you, rather than stepping in (he knows you can handle yourself anyway) he tends to drift away as negative thoughts plague him. You have to coax him back to you with kisses and reassurance that you love him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

His kisses are soft, hesitant almost, but sweet. He has a hard time believing that you would want to be with someone like him, so he makes sure to cherish you.

You kissed him first. It was after a ‘date’ and he was walking you back to the dorms when you stopped and gave him a small peck on the lips before scurrying away. Neville’s poor heart almost gave out on the spot.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He does.

You had just moved in together, it was only a few weeks in and were planning what to put in the garden. There was so much available space and the ideas were limitless. Neville was practically heart eyes looking at you as you rambled on about how there should be different quadrants for the patches to best utilize it. You then mentioned making room for a greenhouse, knowing how much Neville adored the ones back at Hogwarts.

“Merlin, I love you.”

You look at him warmly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I love you too. Now, where should we put it? I think on the south side, because that area gets the most sun.”

Yes, he was in love with you.

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

You shield your eyes, casting a look over the beach. The sun was only just beginning to rise over the horizon, a soft glow of yellow glistening over the water.

“This is perfect.” You say, grinning back at Neville. He can’t help but stare at you; seeing how the light makes your face glow, the tired but happy look in your eyes.

This is perfect.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Neville doesn’t necessarily spoil you with gifts, but with acts of services and quality time. He would rather plan an evening in with you, relaxing and romancing you than to gift you something. Although when he does, it’s thoughtful and something you thought he wouldn’t even notice.

O = Orange (What colors remind them of their other half?)

Green — he first properly talked to you in the greenhouse, during a class, and since then he’s associated green with you. Plants are his passion and he’s lucky enough to have you interested in it, even if it’s only for his sake.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Sweetheart and darling are his go to.

Q = Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)

His grandma gave him his mother’s wedding ring and for a long time he wore it around his neck, but then he took it off one day to clean it. He thought he lost it and was in near hysterics when you got home, reassuring him as you helped him look. It was under the bed, but he realized then he wanted you to have it.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He enjoys curling up with you and just relaxing. Sometimes, you’ll watch a movie or read books, but he’s content with whatever as long as he’s in your presence.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Whenever he feels particularly upset, Neville will go outside to the garden and spend time with the plants there. This is normal for him, but he likes the familiarity of it, how it makes him feel in control.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

He can spend hours on end just talking about plants; all the facts he knows, new and old. Telling you the proper way to handle such and so, or how some of the plants are misbehaving. When he becomes a professor, he enjoys talking about his classes and students.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

For Neville, all he needs is some time in the greenhouse or garden and if you’re there? Perfection. Sometimes, if he’s feeling particularly stressed out, he’ll walk out to the pond that’s on your property and just sit out there for hours. That’s when you know to give him some space.

V = Victory (What is something they overcome? Are proud of?)

Neville thinks it’s a little stupid, but there used to be a plant in the garden that every season would wither away without fail. It was one of your favorites and he was determined to keep it living. And yet, nothing he did seemed to make a difference. He was doing everything right, by the textbook, and it still perished.

You had told him it was okay. But the next time he was planting seeds, he carefully placed them in a small pot and brought it inside to your bedroom — already full of plants. Every morning when he woke up he would place three drops of water, two drops of nectar, and a sprinkle of ground up cinnamon on the plant. You woke up when he let out a victorious shout months later after the same routine was followed. When you looked at him in confusion, you were shocked to see the plant fully grown looking perfect.

“You did it!” You exclaimed, tumbling out of bed to wrap him in a hug.

He grins, sweeping you off your feet in his excitement. “I did!”

W = Wild (What is a wild dream/wish/fantasy of theirs?)

Neville is content with his life, it’s turned out much better than he ever expected or hoped for, his wilder dreams are...well, we won’t say; this is the fluff Alphabet after all.

X = XOXO (Do they write love letters?)

Neville actually loves to write letters to you, so much that you’ve come to expect them for every birthday and anniversary. They’re always so sweet, tissues at the ready before you read them. You collect them all in a shoebox and Neville’s face was burning red all day when he accidentally found it.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

The idea of marrying you is a dream he often has, waking up with a smile and his heart about to burst when he sees you laying across from him. However, the idea of proposing to you is terrifying and it twists his stomach into an anxious mess. He knows you love him, but would you want to marry him?

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Neville gets a toad and names him Trevor Jr. and constructs an elaborate habitat for him both indoors and outdoors. You’ve walked in on him talking to TJ before while attending to his plants.

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Everything tag list: @venusstarlight108 @knivestheresnothingtoit @yajairayellow @awesomefaith14 @ardentmuse @salladwinston @maddieb97222 @anchy-bananchy @staygoldponebone @unique05sstuff

Harry Potter tag list: @p-adfoot

[definenormalifyoucan]

Where We Started

It's been a while huh? I have no idea where this came from but I actually really love it. There's slight angst. Mutual pining. Very light language. This. Is. Not. Edited. Heavily. I apologize.

Pairing: Logicality/background prinxiety

Word count: 3128

Lets begin, shall we?

It started with a smile. Or maybe it was the way his eyes lit up when he talked on about constellations and planets. Maybe it was all the times he unexpectedly made clever puns.

Patton was always a sucker for puns and pretty eyes.

Without warning, with every fiber of his being, Patton fell. He remembers when he first realized. Logan had been reading in the common room in the mind palace, eyes dancing across the page while he gently held the book. It was on astronomy....or was it just Alice in Wonderland? Patton didn't remember.

What he did remember was walking into the room with a tray of cookies and just freezing. Logan was no different, but Patton had come to the realization in that moment that he wanted nothing more than to be in Logans arms. To hear his heart beat under his ear, feel the rise and fall of his chest. Patton blushed madly at his sudden realization and inadvertently stumbled over his own feet when he turned to escape the confrontation he knew would come if Logan saw his thoughts on his face. He fell into the doorjam with an oof, air escaping his lungs in a rush while he struggled to not drop any of the cookies.

Out of the corner of his eye, Patton had seen Logans head snap up. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern and he had opened his mouth, presumably to ask if Patton was alright. But he had already fled up the stairs with the cookies in hand and ready to die from either embarrassment or his suddenly weak legs.

Presently, Patton was laying like a starfish on Virgil's bed while the anxious side was thrown over his middle and scrolling aimlessly on his phone. They were both quiet for about an hour, the only sounds their breaths and the tapping noises coming from Virgils phone. Patton didn't know if he was grateful for it or wanted it to end.

It had been half a year since the emotional side had come to that fateful conclusion and he'd done....absolutely nothing about it. Besides making a complete fool of himself whenever he was near Lo. Patton groaned, nearly smacking his metaphorical son upside the head in attempts to clutch at his own hair. He was driving himself crazy, being at the core of Thomas's feelings meant he had more than enough for himself as well. Currently with the feeling of wanting being the most popular.

With a sigh, Virgil put his phone on the bedside table and sat up. With a knowing and pointed look he said "Pat, man, just tell him. You're going crazy thinking about all possibilities, leave the fantasies and theatrics to Ro."

He wasn't exactly wrong. Patton had had many a thought about what it'd be like to just....be with Logan. He dreamed up different scenarios, half the time just staring off into space daydreaming about made up dates and conversations with the logical side. He did feel a bit like Roman at this point, but to be fair the romantic side was obviously pining after the ever oblivious Virgil.

Knowing full well his face looked like a strawberry, Patton slid his hands from his head to rub at his cheeks before pulling himself to sit against the headboard. In this position, Patton and Virgils legs crossed. He focused on them while he collected his racing thoughts.

"Kiddo, I know I'm suppose to be the emotionally wise one between us sides, but it's easier helping someone else with their feelings. Ya know?" He closed his eyes, willing himself not to cry. "I love Lo, Virge. I love him. He's brilliant, and kind, awkwardly adorable. He's not the emotionless robot he says, but me? Im too emotional. He couldn't love me." Openeing his shining eyes, he turns them to Virgil. "I don't want him to pull away. What we have now....it's enough, even if I'm not." He looked away, tears tracking down his red face.

Virgil hated seeing Patton this upset. Instantly he was upset. He was pissed at Logan for making Pat even think he wasn't enough. At this moment, he mostly hated how oblivious Patton could be. With an annoyed growl Virgil pulled his legs out from Pat, careful not to hurt him.

As soon as his feet hit the floor, he started pacing and wound his arms behind his back. Ignoring the hurt look on Patton's face Virgil said, "Patton I'm telling you this because I love you and I hate seeing you cry--"

"You hate crying in general," Patton cut in with a pathetic sounding hiccup.

"Not the point. My point is this: you are an oblivious, lovable, goofball. Logan follows you around the kitchen like a fu--"

"Ahem"

"Freaking puppy. He gives you goo goo eyes when he thinks no ones looking. He's basically a statue when you smile at him. Or talk to him." He stopped pacing and faced the constantly red Pat. His eyes were wide and filled with disbelief at his words. "I'm pretty sure the feelings are mutual, Pat," Vigil deadpanned.

Patton was silent for a long moment. It was a hard idea to wrap his head around, but once he had he could feel a smile creep onto his face and couldn't help the hopeful joy that filled him. He lauched himself at his dark, strange son and started squealing. His giggles remained as Virgil peeled him off. They started planning how Patton was going to confess and he couldn't have felt more excited.

Little did the dynamic duo know, Logan had heard all of Patton's speech. He wasn't eavesdropping, per se. Virgil's door had been ajar slightly and he had happened passed it. Multiple times. Only after seeing Patton trudge gloomily in did he feel the need to wander back and forth between the kitchen and his room for this or that.

After hearing how Patton felt, hearing him sniffle and hiccup, he felt wretched. How could he have made the charming and cheerful side feel so low? He didn't deserve to have Patton's love.

Patton loved him.

This was also a concept he could not wrap his head around. After hearing how Patton felt he wasn't enough, preposterous, Logan set out to make things right. Even if it means I'll make a complete fool out of myself by doing so, he thought as he marched his way to his room.

Once there he paced for a long time, trying to figure out how he could make this right. Obviously he couldn't just tell Patton how he felt, he deserved more than a stuttered quick confession. Logan wouldn't doubt it if Patton rejected him on the spot after he made him feel as if he wasn't already more than enough.

With a frustrated sigh Logan threw himself into a chair. After carefully placing his glasses on his desk he held his head in his hands. Come on Logic, he thought bitterly, you're suppose to be smarter than this. What does someone like Patton even see in me?

Pattons description of him came tumbling around his head: Brilliant. Kind. Adorable.

At this moment he didn't feel like any of these things. He felt broken, slow, and horrid. Patton was such a precious and beautiful soul, more so than the others. Granted they all looked slightly similar as embodiments of Thomas's personality. They all had slight differences here in the mind palace, and Patton was the best of them.

Logan's mind took him back several months prior to this shocking revelation. He was reading Alice In Wonderland on the couch in the common room, the scent of cookies hung high in the air as Patton had just gotten them out of the oven to cool.

Logan had struggled to keep his eyes on his book while Patton twirled about the kitchen during his cookie making process. However afterwards, he could feel the heavy weight of eyes on him and could see the look of shock on Patton's face as he stood at the entrance of the room.

This was where Logan's downfall started, by simply one glance at Patton. Even without looking straight towards him, Logan was struck by how utterly beautiful he was.

Of course then Logan was doubting whether or not he had accidentally stated his thoughts aloud because Patton suddenly flushed and rammed straight into the doorframe. Logan opened his mouth to apologize for scaring Patton. To his astonishment he didn't even have time for that before Patton had launched himself, stumbling, up the stairs.

Because of this Logan was sure Patton hated the mere thought of Logan's affectionate emotions. But with what has recently come to light, he could not believe his luck. And yet....

With a sigh he dropped his hands to his sides and leaned back until his head rested on the backing of the chair. He could still smell the scent of the cookies from that day, still see how soft Patton had looked holding the tray of.....

Thats it, Logan thought. He leapt up and strided his way towards his door. He started once he realized the halls were dim. He didn't realize how long he had been preoccupied in his thoughts, but he didn't let the lateness deter him from his goal.

Quietly, he made his way down the stairs and towards the kitchen for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He slowed as he got nearer and heard music playing softly. Peaking in he suppressed a startled laugh at the sight before him.

Quickly pulling out his phone he recorded Roman doing what appeared to be a mating dance towards Virgil, only stopping out of courtesy once the started to kiss. He waited for them to be done just outside the kitchen. He wasn't really hiding, not really, but he was leaning against the wall just outside the light spilling from the doorway. At least he'd come out of this with either decent blackmail thanks to Roman's ridiculous dancing or something endearing to give them later down the line.

Once they vacated the kitchen, Logan pushed off the wall and set to work. He wasn't too gifted in the art of baking, but he could at least make a simple sugar cookie recipe with the help of google. At least he thought he could. But after four failed attempts at a recipe with the shortest ingredients list known to man, he was begging to lose hope.

He stood staring at the mess, fatigue setting in his eyes and doubt creeping up his spine. Then he remembered Patton's laugh, the way his smile seemed to brighten when Logan walked in the room, his relentless kindness towards everyone while expecting nothing in return. He deserved better and damn it Logan wanted to give him the world. Starting with these god damn cookies.

Finally, on attempt number six and as sunlight was filtering brightly through the window, Logan finally had a batch he was proud of. He materialized a clear bag with a light blue ribbon drawstring and carefully placed the cookies inside.

Logan cleaned up his mess in record time. Seeing as how Roman and Virgil had gone to bed so late, Logan doubted they'd be up for some time yet. Just the thought that he and Patton would be the only ones awake made him jittery and nervous. Instead of letting his thoughts take hold and race like he normally would, he settled for setting the cookies on the kitchen island and started a pot of coffee.

"Lo? Why are you--"

Logan had barely managed a sip from his mug before he heard Patton. Nearly spitting his coffee out, he whipped his head to the side to see Patton staring at the bag of cookies with curiosity. Logan knew this was going to be his only perfect opportunity. With determination he set his coffee mug down and turned fully towards Patton's stunned form.

Virgil had come up with the perfect plan to get Logan and Patton alone. He'd burst in to wherever Logan was and tell him that Patton had gotten hurt when he'd been with Roman on an "adventure". He'd lead him to Patton's room where Patton would be waiting with a jar of crofters and a powerpoint with all the reasons why he loved Logan. At the time, Patton had love the idea and finished the slides with ease.

But now he guessed it was all for nothing as he saw Logan looking far more attractive than anyone had the right to at eight o'clock in the morning. Logan had a look of determination that wasn't hindered by the blush working its way up his neck, and in turn Patton could feel his own face flushing.

Without realizing it, Patton had moved closer to Logan as if being drawn by a magnet. Only when he had to crane his head back a bit did he notice he had moved at all. Patton felt butterflies attack his stomach as he stared up at Logan, who was looking at him like he was the best thing ever.

Logan wanted nothing more than to pull Patton closer, but he needed to explain himself to him before he got that luxury. Grabbing the cookies without taking his eyes off Patton's and clearing his throat, he began try and explain the phenomena that was currently taking place in his heart courtesy of Patton.

"For months now, Patton, I've felt....so much. So much I'm not used to feeling. What I can only describe as adoration and happiness and longing fills every fiber of my being when I'm near you. When you smile, my heart flutters. When you laugh I want nothing more than to be the cause for it."

He paused to give Patton time to absorb the words. After a few long moments Patton opened his mouth as if to speak but closed it just as fast. This made Logan nervous, made him think he had imagined everything Patton had said in the first place. He pushed on nonetheless.

"Pat, I..." he took a deep breath. "You're amazing, and beautiful, and funny, and witty, smart, talented. You are everything good in the world and...I love you, Patton."

Logan didn't know how it happened, but suddenly he had his arms filled by Patton. Arms were wrapping around his neck tightly and a face was burrowing on his chest. Logan shuddered out a breath before clutching at Patton just as tightly around his middle.

"Lo, you're so sweet," Patton whispered. The words had gotten muffled by the fabric of his shirt and he had to strain his ears to hear him, but they warmed him regardless.

Patton looked up at Logan suddenly. "I love you, too, Logan," Pat said with tears going down his face and a wide smile.

Logan couldn't help it, he brought his hands up to gently cup Patton's face. Resting his forehead on the shorter side and feeling his breath come in short pants matching his own Logan asked in a breathy whisper, "...Can I kiss you?"

Patton stopped breathing for a moment before closing his and nodding. It came as a small thrill to feel Logan's mouth press gently on his. The kiss to Patton felt both too long and too short. It was sweet and slow and Patton could only curl his hands in Logans hair, desperately clinging to him while they kissed so sweetly.

Feeling a content sigh fall against his mouth made Logan's nerves fall away. He was kissing Patton. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he'd have the privilege to hold Patton, to kiss him, to have his feeling reciprocated. Logan could feel every inch of himself on fire where he and Patton touched and he never thought he'd be so happy to burn.

Logan pulled his mouth away first, though god knew he wanted to keep kissing his Patton. He stared in awe at Patton's still-parted and slightly puffy lips. Logan had done that. He was still staring and already he was greedy for this sight again, thats how he knew Patton was going to kill him. What a way to go, Logan thought as he saw Patton open his eyes and grin wide.

Returning the smile, Logan cast his gaze downwards and spotted the bag of cookies still clutched in his hand. Clearing his throat and praying the cookies didnt get crushed during thr kiss, he presented them to Patton. "I, uh, ma-- ahem-- made these for you since I know how much you love to bake them for everyone else. I figured you deserved to have some made for you."

Patton was speechless. He was so touched as he grabbed the pretty bag filled with a dozen or so sugar cookies in symmetrical looking hearts. Opening the bag carefully and selecting a cookie even more carfully, Patton took a bite. The cookie itself was much like Logan himself, sweet and melted when it came in contact with his mouth. There was no real way Patton could describe how happy he was and how good the cookies were.

Tears in his eyes Patton said, "They're amazing, thank you so much Lo."

Logan, gaze soft and voice softer, suggested they have the day off to laze about and watch any movie Patton wanted. Patton agreed happily and waited on the couch eating his cookies while Logan finally changed into pajamas. To Logan's surprise, Patton chose Dr. Strange for them to start with. Little did he know Patton only chose it because he knew how much the logical side loved how they reasoned the seemingly impossible magic with science and made it seem so real.

They stayed there, a tangled heap of limbs and quick kisses, for several hours. Not even sparing a glance as Roman and Virgil came down the stairs holding hands since Logan accidentally showed Pat the video he took the night before, much to the other couples embarrassment. All was forgiven, however, once Ro and Virge saw how comfortable and happy Patton and Logan finally were. It helps Patton gave them each a cookie from delicious batch Logan had made.

Patton cuddled Logan as soon as the other pair retreated back up the stairs and soon fell alseep. Logan thought about where they started, how they fell in love at the same moment and realized how ridiculous they both were. Had they merely communicated how they felt they could have been doing this much sooner. Still, he wouldn't trade this moment for anything.

With a sleepy and content sigh Logan followed Patton to sleep with Ma Belle Evangeline from Princess And The Frog quiet coming from the television.

Taglist: @whatwashernameagain @lrnightingale @wujustyle412 @sassy-in-glasses @author-trash @patton-loves-coloring

Edit: The part where Logan catches Roman and Virgil in the kitchen refers to my other fic Sleepless Confessions (a prinxiety oneshot) and I'd like to give a thank you to @darude-sanderstorm for bestowing Roman's shuffle a "mating dance"

[garbage-human-bean]

i want BIG BELLIED KEITH CONTENT

there’s literally close to nothing out there including tummy kinks for keith. there’s so many hc’s to build from and opportunities missed... the 3 followers i have would know i love just about anything that gives a character a tummy.

keith doesn’t know that galran biology means males can get pregnant in litters. for the first six months he’s horny and moody and gaining for what he thinks is no reason. turns out he has six kits in there that are just a little bit too big for his small frame. he spends the next for months moaning at the sheer size he’s grown to. mmmm those huffs of air when he has to heave himself up, stuffing himself silly because he’s hungry a l w a y s, tummy rubs, allat good shit. where is it y’all? no where :((.

keith getting stuffed really easily. he’s always been scrawny, lean muscle being the only thing holding him up. it probably got even worse in the desert. so now, just a little bit of food goo can make his little tummy protrude. maybe the team is stopped at a planet for diplomatic purposes and a common curtesy on the planet for outsiders is to prepare feasts. it’s considered extremely rude to not finish your fill. so while the other paladins are happily getting a little bit more than their fill, allura makes keith finish his. he makes these little kitten moans and hiccups when the food goes down his exposed abdomen(the planets traditional garb was somewhat like a crop top and flowy petal shorts.) by the time he’s finished multiple soups, drinks, meats, pastes, and extremely filling greens, he looks like he’s gonna pop. his stomach would be warm and pink, down to his knees while sitting. he couldn’t tuck in his seat anymore. he would be releasing quiet burps, kneading his poor tummy with his small hands. eventually, he’d just cross his arms over his stomach and lay his head down, whispering incomprehensible words muttered with his kitten moans. the team watches in slight disbelief when he stands up, the gravity change making his stomach hang low. he has to waddle back to the castle ship, one hand supporting his hard, sloshy belly. he’s the type to get all whiny and soft at his achy stomach. “oof... my tummy hurts so baddd”, “mmm, so heavy”, “oh fuck i’m so full”, etc. s o c u t e. he would be unknowingly turning a few heads for naughty, naughty reasons.

keith’s real rival is lance, you know? lance and keith? neck and neck? maybe they have a chugging contest with what lance dubs “space soda”. keith’s all ruffled after a few jabs, so he goes for it full heartedly. they’re both given a 3 gallon(ish. space measurements, am i right?) container to chug. no one expected them to finish, so what was the harm? well, keith usually defies expectation, so in one session, he packs three gallons of bubbly soda in him. lance hadn’t even finished a third, so as you’d expect, he throughs a small fit. in the background of his little rage, a gurgle emerges and exhales in a large “BRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP~” he slaps his hand over his mouth in embarrassment, but couldn’t help the loud burps that escaped his thin fingers. his unoccupied hand would cradle under his gut. when he moved you could hear fizzing and splashing. he couldn’t stop the burps from bleating out of him. lance would tease him until he realized keith could use some assistance.

maybe the team had a dinner with a new ingredient, unknowing of the strange side affects on galra. imagine his confusion as to why his pants were a bit too tight the next day and the HORROR when he sees a tubby boy in the mirror the next morning. he barricades himself in his room until the swelling went down. it left him a little bit chubbier as a long term affect, but if anyone noticed, no one said anything.

stuffed/pregnant/big tum hcs im too lazy to separate:

-he’s extremely verbal. he moans and whines a lot when his tummy is upset

-he doesn’t intentionally do it until he realizes it’s a bit of a kink

-he gets really embarrassed about his stomach in public, so there’s a lot of blushing

-may i interest you in: “*loud moan*mmm....i ate too much”, “ohhh my stomach hurts so bad”, “it so heavy, fuuuuckkk”, “that feels... kinda good?”, etc.

-keith rushes out into battle with bloated stomachs all the time

-he definitely rubs his stomach often. he moans and burps the whole time

-this is becoming a self indulgent mess at 4:45 am.

in conclusion, more belly kink keith fics/art/hc’s

i also urge you to alert me if you spot any

[kurtty-drabbles]

Lovecraft au(New world)

N/A: this is set on the first Lovecraft au, a bit before the plot really kick in and...spoiler

@djinmer4

The mansion, in the morning, really is something else. A sort of comforting emerges on a sunny day that hit the big windows making the mansion seems alive, the students, don´t seem to share the sentiment that Kitty has to wake up in a sunny day to enjoy the quiet(most of the new students prefer to sleep until one of the teachers has to wake them up.) and Kitty often likes to be with her thoughts. The magic school she did attend(covens were another story) often ever let Kitty out of their sight. It is a common procedure to all students(right?)

In her walk, she spots Rogue, the resident goth girl, doing a somehow praying in her room. It is unpolite to pry, and Kitty is about to leave when she saw the crystal blue colour on Rogue´s improvised sanctuary.

The colour draws her in. And Rogue now noticed the intrusion, thankfully, she is not mad at it.  The whole Bobby x Rogue x Kitty fiasco is fresh in the woman´s mind. She vows to be better than that.

"Hey, sugah, are you lost?" Rogue asked eying Kitty, giving her attention(the small woman often seems lost sometimes, maybe is the new environment, a magic school sure is different than this one)

"Oh, sorry, I didn´t mean to interrupt what you were doing, I just saw the colour and ..." Kitty trails off wondering why she is here. Is just a colour, nothing else, yet, here she is.

"Oh, don´t worry, your pretty little head, Kitty, I´m just sending my good morning to the Goddess of creation" Rogue stated as if she is explaining the solution to all the problems."Zaorva"

Kitty blinks at the mention of this name.

"Agatha never really let me read anything about the gods, saying I was too young to understand" Kitty explaining as she smiles a bit mischievous "but I didn´t fully obey this, I was managed to read a little about the older gods, my favourite is Nyarlathotep, Zaorva ...how is she?"

Rogue blinks at this answer. Does kitty like the crawling god of chaos? Well, sure, why not?

"Well, actually, can you keep a secret?" Rogue asked and Kitty nods solely. Sitting on Rogue´s bed as she starts using her magic(a soft blue colour) to mess around. lift some objects and place in different order(Rogue stated it is fine as long she doesn´t break anything) and looks in expectation as Rogue starts to speak.

"My birth parents were biggest Zaorva´s followers. Zaorva, the goddess of creation, unlike the other chutloids, Zaorva just want people to have a nice life and be good people, you know, treat the environment well, be good with the other and stuff like that, however, my birth parents never get to the part where she says child neglection is bad." Rogue takes a long sigh.

"My parents, abandoned me when I was 6 years old, wanting to follow Zaorva´s word without a child to hindrance them, I remember praying to Zaorva with all my heart and begs to someone save, to get a nice family" Kitty looks shocked at this and Rogue isn´t finished "then Irene Adler did found me, another Zaorva´s followers, she adopt me and since then, she is my mother"

"Rogue...thank you for telling me"

"Is not a problem, I don´t have the shame of my past anymore. Every morning, I make the morning salute to Zaorva" Rogue stated proudly, the adds " although, between you and me, it is a bit odd that Zaorva is, well, for the lack of better word, married with Nyarthotelep"

"Why?" Kitty blinks owlishly " It can't exist chaos without life and there´s no life without chaos, I say it complete each other perfectly"

"Yeah, but...Zaorva punishes those who did wrong things, him...just does his thing"

"Zaorva punish those who did bad things?" Kitty asked and Rogue start to talk more about Zaorva.

________

(Present)

Morning is often something the Lighting force enjoys. Their Nazi´s symbol shines with the sun and Nightcrawler is overjoyed with the scene. It is a beautiful morning and it gets even better when a woman walks in the building, wearing a summer dress.

It is his type of dress...to rip it.

"Fraulein, have you come here to see me?" Nightcrawler stated. The woman ignored him as she looks at the buildings one last time, frowning the woman speaks the word disgusting with venom and this didn´t seem to deter nightcrawler of his ....plan.

"Fraulein, what a pretty woman you are," he said noticing how similar she is of his katzchen...oh, he will have another one to play with. The others members of the lighting force shows up and were ready to take her down, some slurs were used and the woman with summer dress raise her hand erasing Meggan and Brian of their existence("disgusting" she mutter the word again) the others soldiers and generals look at the woman as if it is the first time.

Nightcrawler did give an order, yet, must soldiers start to mutating into a goo, the process looks slowly and painfully(it is possible to hear bones being crashed and limbs being ripped)

"What are you?" Nightcrawler tries to teleport and attack her, however, his powers vanish as the woman´s crystal blue eyes show up.

"I certainly didn´t remember creating this...but then again, when you humans want to be disgusting...you exceed expectations" The woman starts to hover in the sky as the buildings start to being erased. "I´ll have to start on the zero, this time, taking a few changes"

Kitty Pryde, a thin version of Zaorva, shows up and the woman(goddess as she is in her full crystal-blue form, meet her delicate frame)

"Forgive me, you pray for me, for so long. And now I´m here" the goddess says gently as she takes the thin Kitty in her arms as the woman is changing into a white light."I promise this time, it will be better, little one"

The thin Kitty vanish into a white glow, all the while the thin Kitty never show any signal of fear. Zaorva is here. At least, she is here.

Nazi Nightcrawler feels fear crippling in his heart. His power is gone and no weapon at his dispose of (what weapon could hurt Zaorva?) Her crystal blue tentacles grab him violently.

"Do you feel remorse for what you have done?"

"Yes, I do, please, don´t kill me"

"Funny, they asked the same thing ...and what was your answer?" Zaorva ponders and nazi Nightcrawler is sweating profusely. "Oh, right, as if"

A largemouth opens on her stomach (Nazi nightcrawler never got time o to ponder about Zaorva´s anatomy) and slowly eats his body, leaving only his head attached. She won´t his suffer to last for eternity, later she will repeat the process(maybe will ask her other half to join her)

The world in itself explode and Zaorva appears large than life, using her hands to mould a new Earth, creating life is harder than destroying. What interesting paradox.

Finally, Earth is back at is the place. A new Earth. With new people. Humans still have the free will to do their choices, but, Zaorva is confident they won´t fuck up again. (not like this)

She places Kitty Pryde there. A writer who has a bestseller and is married to Rachel Grey. Both have 2 kids.

This world has no Kurt Wagner. No Excalibur.

And Zaorva hopes things won´t be worse than the previous world.

"Don´t be disgusting or I´ll be back," she says now gracefully flying away from the new earth. Nyarlathotep waits for her.

"My other half, did you have fun?"

"Yes, I did, by the way, if you got hungry in our journey, I have a snack for us"

"Always very thoughtful, thank you, my other half"

Nyarlathotep and Zaorva embark to the next dimension together. With a Nazi Nightcrawler as a nice snack.

[caindoglover]

Darker Days

Creepslayerz happened and then I ran into an 'imagine your otp' so this was born. You can take this as shipping or just friendship, it can go either way.

Follow the link or under the cut.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12767841/1/The-Creepslayerz

They don’t share many classes, really only one if they don’t count gym, but that small window of time is enough to talk about their creepslayerz business. It’s become an almost daily thing too – they make plans in the few minutes before class officially starts or whenever the teacher leaves the room.

Only this time is different.

Eli twists around in his seat and says in a hushed voice, “Hey, Steve.” He smiles and waits for the usual recognition, but there is nothing. However it isn’t because he is dozing, no, he has a strangely adept ability to snap out of his sleep in an instant, especially when it comes to anything creepslayerz. This is something else. Right now Steve’s shoulders are slumped as he rests his cheek against his knuckles and stares vacantly out the window. Eli frowns. “Um, Steve,” he speaks a little louder and waves a hand in front of his friend’s face.

Steve blinks as he notices something waving and the daze is broken. He shifts his gaze toward Eli. “Oh, hey, Eli. What’s up?”

Eli’s brow furrows for a moment before he bounces back “Creepslayerz business.” He grins. “Have you caught any new creepers or seen anything suspicious we should check out?”

Steve shakes his head with a strange lack of energy. “I haven’t been out much. Sorry.” He shrugs. “Lot of homework.”

“O-Okay.” Eli lets it go and faces forward just as the teacher walks in. He doesn’t stop thinking about it though. Steve always goes out, even without him. He has sports and parties and all kinds of other things that very much require going out. And he especially doesn’t worry about homework – ever. Oh well, he’ll just have to try again at lunch. They don’t make a habit of sitting with each other, Steve insists it has to be this way to keep cover, but occasionally he can convince him to eat lunch together. Hopefully today will be one of those days.

…

Lunch comes around and after a not so quick trip through the line, Eli looks over the cafeteria to try and locate Steve. Within seconds he spots the familiar blonde hair, set off from the crowd. Well, that certainly makes this easier. He scurries toward Steve, ducking and weaving around people before he breaks through to the corner where the losers normally sit. There is no one here now though. Steve’s presence probably scared them all off. No one else knows that he isn’t so bad.

Eli plops down in front of Steve. “What’d you get?” He looks between Steve and his plate. He keeps it light, but he can’t help but worry about the fact Steve chose this seat. No one chooses this seat. Sure, it made talking to him easier, but he can’t ignore the red flags this choice sets off.

“Pizza.” He shrugs before picking up his slice and nibbling on it.

Eli chews on the inside of his cheek. That response is another bad sign. The few times he has eaten lunch with Steve he only answers in one of two ways – over the top as if he is some kind of play and gruffly, mocking Eli’s interest in his food. It’s just food, nothing special about it. While Steve can be a bit simple-minded, he does not give simple answers. Moreover he does not take small bites. Never ever. “Are you, um, feeling okay?”

Steve makes a point to take a bigger bite from his food. “Yeah, just fine.” He doesn’t even bother to put on a smile. “Just tired I guess. From all our stuff.”

Eli makes a soft sound beneath his breath. Steve spoke with such disinterest it was hard to stop himself from looking offended. Their stuff. Stuff. That’s how Steve refers to homework, his parents, or whatever nasty goo they may have been splattered with from their missions. But never does he talk about their creepslaying like that. He is so not fine. “Well, then you should definitely eat. Eating boosts energy, helps you focus, and even improves your mood! Although fish would have been a better choice than your pizza because of the omega-3 in it. Better in the long term. ” Maybe he should outright say that Steve is in fact not alright, but he isn’t all that receptive to confrontation, especially of the emotional variety.

A smile twitches at Steve’s lips. “Alright, Brainiac. I’ll eat more fish or whatever.”

Eli brightens at even the smallest sign he might be breaking through the cloud hanging over Steve. Still, it’s clear whatever is bothering Steve is far from gone. That smile won’t last long.

…

At the end of the day Eli rushes from the school to catch up with Steve. He finds him in the parking lot on the way to his Vespa. “Steve!” he calls. His pace evens out once he reaches Steve’s side. “I was wondering. Do you want to come over today?” He smiles, but he watches Steve carefully all the same.

Steve frowns and averts his eyes. “I don’t know…”

Eli leaps in front of him. “Come on,” He strikes a pose. “Creepslayerz.” He waves his hands as he grins from ear to ear.

Steve puffs out a laugh. “You dork.” He rolls his eyes, but his smiles betrays him. “I’ll come.” He gets on his Vespa. “Get on.”

Eli hops on and takes hold of Steve’s shoulders and then they’re off.

It takes them no more than a few minutes to get from school to Eli’s house, much faster than any bus could ever hope to be. Honestly Eli would rather do this every day if he could convince Steve, but he hasn’t quite managed that. Again an issue with breaking cover.

They head straight to Eli’s room and he prepares to settle on the bed until Steve deviates from the path.

Steve takes a seat in the floor at the foot of the bed. “Hey,” his voice is soft, “you think we could do something different, like a game or something.”

Eli blinks and stares curiously at his head, unable to see his face from where he stands. “Y-Yeah, sure!” They play games occasionally, but it is definitely not their norm. Steve just gets weirder and weirder as this day goes on. “What do you want to play? Madden? Killer Instinct? Mortal Combat? Speed?” He nods as he offers the final option. It is just about the only game that isn’t a video game he was able to get Steve to play. Mostly Steve refuses anything but fighting or sports games.

Steve shrugs. “Chess?”

Eli’s face goes blank. Okay, Steve is broken. For sure. Many, many times Steve has sworn up and down he would never, ever play chess or any of his nerd games with him. Well…who is he to look a gift horse in the mouth. “I’ll get that!” He scurries to his desk and grabs the game from the shelf. When he comes back he sits on the floor across from Steve. “I’ll be black,” he says as he sets up. “That means you go first.”

“Cool.” He drags a pawn two spaces.

Eli moves one of his pawns to match.

They go back and forth like this for a while, much longer than was necessary. Eli could have beaten Steve into the ground with four or five moves easily. Steve is far too distracted to be any real challenge. He simply allowed the game to go on.

Steve sighs and leans back against the footboard. He closes his eyes and crosses his arms almost as if to hug himself. He remains quiet for a long moment. Then he says, “I hate myself.”

Eli starts. “What?” He stares wide eyed. Did he seriously just say that? Why? Is this what has been on his mind all day, eating away at him? His thoughts buzz as he searches Steve’s face for an answer.

Steve says nothing. He doesn’t even move.

Eli frowns and his brows knit together. “Well…” he rubs his finger and thumb together as he mulls this over. “That’s okay.” He doesn’t need an answer. Not today. It is enough that Steve admitted this at all. He crawls over to Steve’s side.

Steve blinks and confusion creases his face. He glances at Eli, not sure what to expect.

Eli leans his head against Steve’s shoulder. “I’ll just have to love you enough for both of us.” He smiles up at Steve. “Until you can see yourself the way I do.”

Steve’s expression softens and a light flickers to life in his eyes. “Thanks,” he whispers. He wraps an arm around Eli’s shoulder in a loose hug. “I needed that.”

“Anything for a creepslayer.” For him.

The ‘imagine you otp’ that inspired me started at the ‘I hate myself’ part. Yeah I made it way longer. lol I hope you liked!

[lolbtsaus]

Okay so I have two burning question that need to be answered but idk anybody who can do it and I think you'll be the best one. So first question is: how long after the marriage do you think it'll take them to have kids (based on your headcanons off bc they're fire lol) and second: if boys and their gf would have a dog what breed that would have?

(thank you !!) I think it’d depend on how many years went into the relationship prior to marriage so I’m just gonna use my personal head canons on that to make this easier bc for some people it could be within the first year of marriage but the eighth year of the relationship so I’ll just bring in my own head canons and tie them together, I’m also not gonna use the idea of having kids before marriage bc I did write Namjoon as having at least one kid prior to marriage but since the question is after marriage, I’ll stick to that but there are a couple of boys I could having kids before marriage, I’m also, as always, sticking to what I think the boys will want, obviously everyone’s gonna have a different opinion but bc it’d be too difficult to try to account for the reader’s opinion on it since everyone’s different, these are just based on what I think the boys would go for

So for Jin, I gave him the timeline of four years before the proposal and wedding planning typically is gonna take like around a year, I think that’s a reasonable amount of time so I’m gonna use that so by the time he’s married, it’d be a five year relationship, I think he would be one of the boys that has kids sooner into the marriage so within the first year or so, maybe two years in

For Yoongi, I gave him six years (I explained why in the post) and again, gonna use a year for planning so that’s seven years of being together, so I’d say he’s not gonna aim for kids until the second year of marriage so maybe by the end of the second year/three years in

For Hoseok, I also gave him four years so that’s five years of being together by the time the wedding happens and I see him having kids around the first-second year as well

I gave Namjoon five years so six years of being together, I see him being somewhere between two and three years, maybe the middle of the second year

I gave Jimin three years so four years of being together and honestly dude is goo goo gaga over bbys so I don’t see him lasting longer than that first year before he’s at least gonna bring it up so if it doesn’t happen within the first year, it’s definitely gonna be a goal for the second year

I also gave Taehyung three years so four years of being together and he’s a major family man so I also don’t see him lasting long before he wants to start building his own family so once again, within that first year and if not, he’s aiming the second year

I gave Jungkook five years so that’s six years of being together by the wedding date, I see Jungkook as wanting some time to get used to being married and also wanting to build his family as soon as both of you are ready so maybe around three years

So for the dog question, I suck at dog breeds just gotta be honest so I’m gonna use gifs bc I genuinely have no clue I didn’t even know what a Thoroughbred was until I owned one so I just suck at breeds in general but the only breed here that I don’t fully know is Jin’s, the tags on it said it was a sheltie so that’s what I’m going for

Jin:

So Shelties, or Shetland Sheepdogs are apparently pretty playful, they’re easy to train and they’re affectionate idk if I have a bias bc of Adam but I feel like Jin would just pair up well with that type of dog??? Like a dog that loves to cuddle !!! Up his alley right there but also idk why but I just feel like Jin would find something peaceful about grooming the dog like brushing all of its fur out and all of that and obviously just by looking at the dog, you can tell it’s gonna need a lot of brushing and I think that would tap into Jin’s more caring, softer side while the playful energetic side of the dog would tap into his more playful side so I think it’s a nice balance

Yoongi:

This is purely based off of personal experience okay idk about the breed of Corgis as a whole but from the Corgis that I know, they’re pretty bossy and the way Yoongi was with Demi makes me just wanna give him a bossy ass dog like dog was barking at him nonstop and yoongi just barked back and at a dog park I go to, the Corgis act as the sheriffs almost so if any dogs are getting a lil nippy or barking at each other, the Corgi will go in and shut them up and get shit situated so I also feel like that would go along with Yoongi’s personality idk I just wanna see Yoongi with a Corgi man

Hoseok:

OKAY THIS IS A BIG HEAD CANON but Chihuahuas are dogs that are typically dogs you gotta spoil like you can’t just not spoil them I personally own a Chihuahua Pug so I can testify that you can’t resist it like hobi would love having a lil dog to carry around, I can also see him owning a larger breed that’s more athletic but I couldn’t pass this gif up I saw it and immediately just thought of hobi owning these two lil lovebugs

Namjoon:

So if y’all grew up with Full House, you’ll probably have a soft spot for Golden Retrievers as well so I may be a lil biased but I just fucking love these dogs ight they’re kinda clumsy they’re bigger than they realize, as puppies they have like zero control over their bodies and they’re also chill and I think Polly (was that how you spelled the dog’s name I’m unsure but I know it was something along those lines unless that was Jimin’s dog lol guess who now has an excuse to rewatch that episode) was a Golden Retriever or at least something along those lines like I said I suck at breeds but Namjoon just adored that dog

Jimin:

So I kinda chose pugs purely bc I saw this gif and my first thought, right away immediate reaction was Jimin I feel like chim really loves smaller dogs I think Jimin loves dogs period but he’s got such a soft spot for smaller dogs, if there’s  a small dog in the vicinity, chances are chim’s gonna try to hold it

Taehyung:

From what I know, Tae’s the only one that his own dog besides RM (I believe Mickey and Holly are the boys’ siblings’ dogs and I think Cloudie and Soonshim are family dogs from what I’ve read so correct me if I’m wrong on that) but if Tae picked this lil cutie out, I’m gonna stick to it bc look at that face I honestly cry every time I see a lil Yeontan update

Jungkook:

I chose Huskies purely bc they’re fucking hilarious like if I had to choose one dog to represent the word meme, I’m going with Husky and I think that would just entertain kook s o fucking much not really any other reason to it besides the fact that I think kook would nonstop laugh around a Husky

[weabooweedwitch]

how would reaper/gabe [ yandere or dark, wahtever floats ur boat] treat his s/o? would he treat a male s/o differently to a female! s/o?

so honestly my specific ideas for a character tend to swing around depending on what im craving but i do have... ideas u///u i like to write yandere or these sorts of characters liking their crush no matter the gender but it sounds like you would like some gender-specific ones so here we go!

Overall headcanons for either or all genders:

-he doesn't really want you around any other man/woman/other without him being there. he's paranoid someone will try and steal you away or that you'll fall for another

-forced cuddles all around. Reaper has lived a life of isolation and danger and he craves taking a gentler touch with his beloved. sometimes after a hard day he just wants to sit and hold you close to him, reminding himself that you're still there with him

-often uses sex as a form of control, in a sense. if he feels you're growing distant or defiant he'll make sure to give you plenty of orgasms to remind you just who you belong with

lady:

-if youre dfab you dont need the same kind of prep, so he's more likely to give into his urges and jump you at a moment's notice, bending you over whatever surface

-he has a soft spot for seeing you do more domestic tasks like cooking, laundry, etc. it makes him feel more wholesome that he has such a cute lil wife

-he might let you use some sort of birth control initially but once he's decided he wants those babies, it's no longer your choice. he'll even tie you down on your back to help ensure insemination, bringing you food and rubbing a hand over your lower stomach to help try and massage his seed deeper inside of you, a hopeful look in his eye. he'll be much, much sweeter when he's trying to get you pregnant

-he likes to see you in nice cute clothes, like dresses and skirts! Reyes knows his way around a thread and needle and will definitely make things specifically for you

gents:

-if you're dmab it takes a little more prep to make love to you, so if he's feeling especially needy he'll have you on your knees sucking him off. alternatively, imagine he'll pin you down and give you a handjob until you're weak in the knees and turned into a pile of goo

-also alternatively, imagine Reaper prepping HIMSELF and power-bottoming the hell out of you. you may be the one inside him but he's still the one in control. will ride you until he's satisfied, even if it leaves you out of breathe and overstimulated (can actually get rlly greedy cause liks... he took the time to prep himself, he'll do it as long as he wants)

-he may teach you some basic self-defense so that, in his mind, no one can touch you, but part of it is because he likes getting physical with you

-honestly i kind of see him as having just slightly less patience with a male s/o. he has a sort of military background and he's used to dealing w insubordination

-speaking of which he might actually exert a lot more shows of dominance over you because of this? maybe even play out some authority kink esque stuff with you calling him 'sir' and replying to his every demand with 'yes sir' or 'yes commander'. wear military or combat gear and it makes him super horny

[killer-barnes]

Scars

Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Struggling with scars due to several surgeries as a child, Tom is there to comfort and love the Reader.

Word Count: 2,580

Warnings: Language, body image issues, talk of scars, childhood, loving!tom, sad stuff, fluff. (That’s it ??)

A/N: Wowza, I posted ?? I know, it’s crazy. Hopefully this is close as to what the anon asked for and is a decent tom imagine (still struggling w/ those tbh). As always, enjoy reading and feedback is appreciated!

Today was yours and Tom’s one year anniversary of being together.

You were beyond ecstatic when he had asked you out for the first time.

Thinking about it always makes you crack a smile, remembering the horrendous first impression you both presented to one another.

You had been at a local cafe getting a simple cup of coffee, enjoying your time.

Tom, however, was in a rush to get to a meeting, so as you were reaching to grab a napkin off the baristas counter, he quickly and accidentally rammed into you.

His coffee went everywhere.

He started apologizing profusely, but you were too entranced  by his muddled hair and deep brown, chocolate eyes that glistened every time he stared into yours with worry spread across his gorgeously chiseled face.

After that, you two kept running into each other.

A few of your friends always commented how it was “fate.”

And after a while, you started believing it too.

Tom is my soulmate.

Waking up, the sun shined brightly through the half open curtains that hung loosely in your shared bedroom with your boyfriend, Tom.

Turning your head while patting the empty spot next to you, you wonder where Tom went, since he usually woke up a few hours after you.

Pulling back the warm, fluffy covers, you hop out of bed and slip on one of Tom’s sweatshirts since it was still a bit breezy in the early morning air.

Sighing, you think to yourself.

Let’s see where that pretty boy went.

Quietly walking towards the kitchen, you hear some clatter of pans.

As you turn the corner, you hear a bit of a clash and a few curses slip from Tom’s mouth.

“Shit! Shit! Dammi-”

His cursing is cut off as he sees you shyly enter the kitchen clutching at his sweatshirt he loves on you.

Giving him a questioning, but loving  look, you ask, “what’s all this for, baby?”

Tom stares at you with a big grin on his features as he brings his hands out towards you to grab them.

“I wanted to surprise my love with a nice breakfast in bed, but I guess that didn’t go as planned…”

Chuckling, you grab his lanky fingers and pull him to your chest, engulfing his warmth.

“You didn’t need to do that! I missed your cuddles this morning, though… I didn’t know where you went.”

Kissing your lips lightly, Tom’s eyes twinkle as he pulls away.

“We can still cuddle! It’s almost done, okay? You go up stairs and get comfy. I’ll be up in a sec.”

He pecks your lips one last time, before turning his attention to the food sprawled over the stove.

Giggling, you make your way back upstairs to wait for your sweet boyfriend.

About 10 minutes later, you hear a soft knock at the door and see Tom enter with an array of different, delicious food.

Your mouth starts watering at the sight with a grumble of your stomach, which causes Tom to giggle at your reaction.

“I’m guessing you’re hungry then?”

“Starving.”

Setting the food down carefully onto the bed, Tom returns to his spot and pulls the food on top of his lap so he can show you all he’s made.

“Alright, love. We’ve got waffles, pancakes, muffins, bacon, hash browns, and your favorite… toast with some of my yummy raspberry jam!”

Placing your palm against his cheek, you chuckle at the amount of food he made.

“You’re too sweet, baby. I would’ve been fine with just toast!”

“Nah, I don’t mind. You deserve it all, love. Alright, now eat up! I’ve got an exciting day for us planned,” he explains, while wiggling his eyebrows.

An hour later, most of the food Tom made had been demolished into both of your stuffed stomachs, leaving you both equally satisfied with the first meal of this wonderful day.

As for Tom’s anniversary plan, he wanted to first start out with a great breakfast (done), eat lunch at the cafe you both love, make your favorite dish for dinner, and end the night watching both of your favorite movies and snuggle until you both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

It’s the perfect way to celebrate your one year together and Tom knew you would love it just as much as he does.

After getting done with breakfast, you both fight over who will do the dishes, but after some bickering, Tom reluctantly lets you.

As you are finishing up the final scrubbings, you see Tom come back towards the kitchen looking dressed as if he were going somewhere.

Not knowing of the plan, you ask, “what’re you all dressed up for mister?”

Smirking in your direction, he excitedly replies, “you’ll see, Y/N. I’ll text you in a few with instructions!”

Before you have the chance to reply, Tom is already out the door, leaving you full of excitement and nervousness for what he has planned.

This should be fun…

While getting ready for what Tom has planned your phone vibrates from your dresser.

Seeing a message from Tom pop up, you quickly open it, eager to see what the plan is.

Tom: To Y/N

Meet me at our favorite cafe in an hour. Wear something as beautiful as you (if that’s even possible). I love you!!! :)

Blushing with a wide smile across your cheeks, you check the time seeing you have exactly an hour before you have to be there.

Rushing to your closet, you decide on a spring-like dress that Tom absolutely goes goo-goo eyes for with a pair of comfortable shoes.

Keeping your hair and makeup simple, you check the time seeing you only have 20 minutes until you’re meeting Tom at the cafe.

Before you leave, you check the mirror one last time, your eyes grazing over the scars that peeked through the dress.

Slowly losing your confidence, you grab a light sweater to drape over to avoid Tom’s stares and judgement you think he’ll have.

These scars were something that you absolutely hated. 

Despised. 

Loathed.

As a child, you had several surgeries which resulted in these ugly marks that surrounded your back and chest.

Yes, it made it difficult finding things to wear, especially if it was hot outside or if you wanted to accentuate certain parts of your body.

You wanted to wear clothes with cleavage and open back dresses, but showing these scars to the world made you feel ugly and self conscious.

And for some reason, showing Tom these scars, you think he’ll judge you and possibly not love you anymore.

You knew it was insane to think something like that, but it never left your mind.

That’s why you never went swimming without a shirt, slept in a tank top, or even had sex with him.

You are too afraid of losing him.

Pushing those negative thoughts away, you instead think about the exciting plan Tom has for you the rest of this wonderful day.

After taking a quick cab, you head into the cafe, surprisingly not busy, and see Tom sitting at a small table with a rose in his hand and that smile you love, oh so much plastered on his face.

Looking towards the ground and blushing, you slowly make your way over.

As you lift your gaze, you see Tom softly handing you the rose and with the sweetest voice you’ve ever heard escape from his lips, he whispers, “for you, my one and only.”

Did you hear that?

My heart just exploded.

H o l y.

S h i t.

I love this man.

“God, you’re such a romantic.”

The rest of the lunch goes just as perfect as the meal before and afterwards, you both decide take a quick walk around the park before heading onto the next part of the plan.

Dinner.

It’s nearing 5 PM, so after making a quick stop at the grocery store for the ingredients, you both head back to your shared apartment to get started.

You knew as soon as he picked the first three ingredients, that he was making your favorite dinner.

You realized he wanted it to be a surprise, but you felt like you needed to do something for him as well.

After some silly bickering, Tom lets you assist him in making the dinner, pouting in the process as he wanted to please and love you in every way possible.

You loved that about him, but at the same time, he deserved receiving love from you as well.

Setting the ingredients on the counter, you grab some of the clean pans you washed this morning as you feel Tom wiggle his hands around your waist, his front pressed against your back.

He starts pressing soft kisses against your neck, causing you to slip out a few giggles.

“Babyyy, stop,” you giggle, adding, “we’ve got to make this dinner! I’m excited to eat it.”

Chuckling into your neck, he mumbles, “that’s because it’s your favorite, babe.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you head towards the fridge as Tom begins working on the sauce.

Placing the last piece of silverware on the neatly folded napkin on the table, you and Tom grab your glasses of wine and take a seat.

Not before Tom rushes to pull out the chair behind you, being the gentleman he is.

Taking the first bite, you unconsciously moan at the taste that fills your mouth.

“This is amazing!”

“All that hard work payed off, huh?” Tom questions, a smile tugging his lips.

“With you, definitely,” you answer, intertwining his fingers with your own.

Finishing the last little bit left on your plate, you happily sigh taking a look up at your boyfriend to only see him looking at you with the same amount of love.

“I’ll clear the dishes this time, yeah? How about you get into something comfy, okay? We’re going to watch some of our favorite films!”

“Oh, alright. You do them this time. I’ll be down in a few. Don’t start without me!”

“I would never!”

Trudging your way out of the kitchen, you walk down the hall to the bedroom to change out of your outfit.

Looking in your closet, you find a comfy pair of fluffy pajama bottoms and the sweatshirt you were wearing this morning of Tom’s.

Taking off your sweater, you try your hardest to reach the back of your dress to undo the zipper.

How the fuck did I even get this on?

Fucking hell.

Finally reaching the zipper, you quickly pull off the dress and slip on the bottoms.

Searching through your drawer, you find a tank top to wear underneath the sweatshirt.

However, as you are about to pick up the sweatshirt, Tom walks in to change his clothes.

Fuck!

Oh shit, no.

He can’t see me like this!

I-I’ve got to-

“Hey, babe. I picked a few films out by the TV, but I needed to chan-”

He was cut off as he glanced towards your worried expression, which left him confused.

He didn’t mean to, but Tom saw small markings peeking through the tank top on your chest, easily rising worry in his thoughts.

Taking a step towards you, he sees you take a small one back, which made him worry even more.

“Y/N? Love, w-what are those markings? Are you okay?”

Hearing your breath quicken, you stumble out, “y-you weren’t supposed to s-see them. I-I’m fine, please don’t worry.”

A small frown appears on his face as he slowly approaches you cautiously so you won’t run away.

“You don’t seem fine.”

As he gets closer, you feel his warmth.

You start to tremble a little as you whisper out a sob, “y-y-you weren’t supposed to see t-them.”

Seeing you break in front of him, made Tom’s heart shatter. He didn’t understand why you didn’t want him to see them. They didn’t make you any less beautiful in his eyes.

He slowly brings you into his chest, feeling your hands fist the shirt he’s wearing.

“Love, please don’t cry. Why am I not supposed to see them?”

With a whimper, you look to the floor.

“Because I know you won’t love me anymore.”

Why the fuck would Y/N say something like that?

I can’t believe a thought like that went through their head!

God, they don’t realize their true beauty.

How can Y/N not see it?

I need to tell them…

Putting his thoughts into words, Tom tilts your chin up to look him in the eyes.

“How could you ever say something like that, Y/N? These scars are beautiful, just like you. Sure, they may not be something you like on yourself, but to me, they are what makes you, you. God, you are so, so fucking breathtaking, babe! These aren’t flaws in my eyes. They show me how much of a warrior you are. You’re my fucking warrior.”

As you hear his speech, you see tears cascade down his cheeks.

Hearing how much he adores you and loves you no matter what makes you cry even harder, hugging him with all your might.

After a few minutes of hugging him, you slowly release your death hold and take a seat on the bed, motioning Tom to join you.

Sensing your worrying emotions, he grabs your hands, comfortingly rubbing his thumb across your soft knuckles.

“W-when I was, uh- younger, I h-had a lot of surgeries a-and I was left with these scars… on my chest and back.”

Tom was listening to every single word that came out of your mouth.

He understood how difficult this was to talk about and wanted to make you feel comfortable in telling him anything.

After a few seconds of silence, you hesitated and blurred out, “I-I understand if you want to lea-”

You were interrupted by Tom’s soft lips pressing to your puffy, delicate ones, evaporating the feeling of judgement in your bones.

Letting go of your lips, Tom grabs your face with his hands.

“I will never leave you. Ever,” he reassures, adding kisses between each word, “you are so beautiful.”

Blushing, you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

He knew whenever he told you this, you would always get shy and embarrassed.

Now he knew why.

“C-can I see them?”

“Y-you really want to see them?” You ask, confused.

With a nod, Tom rubs circles softly against your hips for comfort.

With a shaky sigh, you close your eyes and brace for looks of judgement, knowing you shouldn’t be thinking that way.

Uncovering your arms that were shielding your scars, you slowly let go.

Keeping your eyes shut tight, you feel something press to the center of your chest on a particular scar that was more prominent than the rest.

Opening your eyes, you see Tom pressing light kisses against each scar he sees.

So much care.

So much love.

How did I ever deserve you?

Tears pricked your eyes as he slowly moved towards your back, not neglecting a single scar on your delicate skin.

After each kiss, he would whisper sweet words like ‘beautiful,’ ‘gorgeous,’ ‘stunning, and 'I love you.’

You felt his tears settle on your skin.

This boy loved you with all his might, despite your never ending struggles.

And if it takes telling you of your beauty every day, then dammit, he would do it in a heartbeat.

He didn’t care.

He needed you to know.

You are loved.

And you will always be beautiful.

A/N: Remember, you guys are all loved and so fucking beautiful. Hopefully this wasn’t too intense for some of you. If so, let me know and I can change anything. Thanks for reading! 

[skelliesandfriends]

Yooo! Your blog is poppin so far hun! I love it! But I see no Grillby yet~ Can we get us, uf, and sf Grillbys reaction to their cute and chubby s/o making them their favorite dinner one night after a particularly difficult day at work? Like they come home and are hit with the most tantalizing smell that immediately soothes their soul. And their s/o greets them with kisses and love~ (pamper the overworked flame men Plz!) thanks in advance hun!

((Sorry for my silence for a bit guys. Things with my father got even worse, so I was having trouble finding the inspiration to write, but I’ll be doing my best to catch up on the asks I have. Thanks for your patience!))

Ah, I love the flame men! They’re so amazing and sweet. I hope you enjoy!

Also enjoy some Undertale Grillby because I misread the ask wanted to.

Undertale Grillby (Grillby)

Grillby rarely ends his day on a bad note, but there was a particularly rowdy group of Humans that got what he assumed to be black out drunk before they picked a fight with some of his regulars. He tried to be nice to everyone, but that group had pushed him to the point that his flames had actually flared. He was so embarrassed from his display and angered by the Humans that he was inconsolable for the rest of the night. Cleaning took an extra hour as well, meaning that he didn’t get home until half past three. Several times he reached out to feel for your SOUL, calming himself slightly from its kindness.

As he walked in the building, the warm scent of his favorite meal and cookies oh gosh hit him and he nearly turned into a pile of pleased goo right there. The only thing that got him to keep moving into the kitchen/dining area was your soft humming that so perfectly joined with your soul’s natural beat. As he turned the corner and caught sight of you dancing around a little as you finished setting the table. He walked in, smiling softly as his flames began lowering finally. When you finally noticed him, you ran up and jumped into his arms. He happily caught you, always loving the feeling of you trusting him enough to lift you into the air. As he set you down and you peppered his face with kisses, his flames slowly turned bright blue. The fact you made his favorite meal after staying up for a ridiculously long time only made the whole night better. It was the perfect night.

Underswap Grillby (Solarflare)

There were few days that Solarflare got no business, but it had been one of those days. He was exhausted at the end of the day, though he still made an effort to give the leftover baked goods (all of them) to the local homeless shelter. When he arrived home, one of the last things he was expecting was the scent of his favorite meal aided by a couple of his favorite incenses. Once he hung up the bright blue suit jacket, he made his way to the kitchen. His flames, which had been getting smaller and smaller, now flared up. Gosh you are so gorgeous. He happily skipped inside, wrapping you into his arms and reveling in your softness. It took you a few minutes, but you finally managed to wiggle around and give him a few kisses. He let go of you, but only to crouch on the floor, his whole head flushed blue.

It might take awhile to get him out of his embarrassment, but he really appreciated everything you did for him. The next day, expect to wake up to love notes and baked goods everywhere. Solarflare likes to repay your kindness, especially since he’s on cloud nine the entire next day.

Underfell Grillby (Spitfire)

Spitfire hates having to dust Monsters in his bar. It’s a pain in the tush to clean up, not to mention several Monsters always run away during the event and don’t pay. He has to close the bar early and hunt them down so they know not to cross him ever again, but that ruins the time he planned on using to seduce you, which just makes him angrier.

When he finally gets home, Spitfire tosses his jacket onto the closest piece of furniture and starts storming to the bedroom to wake you up for reasons. He pauses at the archway into the kitchen. The scent of a meal finally hits his senses, and his flaring head starts to calm somewhat. He watches your slightly dancing form for a bit before walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you.

Please remind him that there’s food. He’s a little preoccupied right now.

Swapfell Grillby (Inferno)

Inferno doesn’t have good days (unless the whole day is spent with you in the house). He has not bad days and awful days, that’s about it. The day he nearly destroyed everything in his path from the fact he could barely control his flames was the worst since you’d known him. The glass of his monocle had cracked from the intense heat he was giving off, and he was a bit reluctant to return home.

As he opened the door, a surprised shout of fear sounded from the kitchen. He slammed the door shut, bolting into the kitchen. You were backed against the wall, staring at the nice candles set on the table whose flames were nearly ten times the size they should be. Oh no that was his fault. Guilt started to replace the anger as he shrunk back. When you spotted him and started toward him, he backed away. There was only SOUL in the world he couldn’t hurt. Please don’t let him hurt you. When you carefully removed the monocle and placed both hands on either side of his face, whispering sweet nothings all the while, he finally calmed down. After being distracted by your kisses for a bit, he dragged you off to the bedroom and tended to your now burned hands. Once they were bandaged, he just hugged you close and whispered how much he loved you.

You’ll get to the meal soon, he just wants to feel your SOUL and heart beat for awhile.

[bleusarcellewrites]

It Might Be Nice // Part 2

Lmao, this took a long ass time but like ??? I didn’t even think it was going to have a second partso, yah. 

Here’s part one: http://bleusarcelle.tumblr.com/post/158130830599/it-might-be-nice-part-1

And, that’s it! It’s seems like Lance died but like...psssh, he...he’s sleeping, kay? Yah... btw LONG. POST. Translations: Ae-in (Sweetheart), Amor (Love) 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 

One, two, three blinks and then –

Lance’s eyes stay closed.

“No.” Keith whispers horrified, his hand aimlessly patting the glass powerless, “No, no, no, no, no. Lance, please, no.”

There’s nothing at all. There’s no flutter of eyelids or a steady breathing or even a twitch.

There’s nothing but a ghost smile in those pale half parted lips.

“L-Lance.” He chokes out weakly, barely acknowledging the tears running down his face, “Ae-in?”

Lance just sits there, body heavily pressed against the glass, right in front of Keith, mouth frozen in a permanent silent sigh and Keith snaps.

“No!” He screams, “No, no, no! Lance! I-I love –! Lance, please! Come back! Come back, please! I-I didn’t –!” Keith’s voice breaks, words still falling out of his mouth without his consent, “I love you too! Please! I didn’t get the chance to –! Don’t do this, please!  I’m begging you! Lance!”

This can’t be happening. Keith thinks as his fist pounds at the glass that block his way to get to the brunet. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be –

“Please, please, please, break. Break goddamnit, please!” He shouts, standing up  and activating his bayard, not hesitating a tick before he’s lashing and stabbing the glass, “Break, break. Please, please – BREAK!”

It doesn’t and Keith can only slash out at the damn glass over and over again. His vision gets blurry as more tears keep gathering in his eyes and suddenly there’s no air in his lungs and he can’t breath, he can’t hear, he can’t - he can’t –

“No!” He yells as soon as someone grabs him from behind and pulls him away, “No! Get off of me! Get off –! Lance! Lance, please! No!”

Lance’s figure just keeps getting further and further away from him. He’s basically slipping through his finger and he can’t do a damn thing.

“S-Stop.” Keith sobs out desperately, dropping his entire body in defeat against the strong hold he’s trapped in, “S-stop, p-please, I-I can’t–I didn’t tell him –!”

Faint black spots start appearing in his vision. He tips to the side exhausted as he look straight into the only blurry blue dot he can see.

“L-Lance.” He whispers brokenly, “L-Lan –”

Keith hears the sound of something shattering as he loses conscience but he’s just not sure on what exactly.

Must have been his heart.

Keith drops his head back against the control panel as he stares at the unmoving figure of his boyfriend in front of him inside the crypod.

The soft and faint heart beat that comes from it echoes in his ear and Keith can barely see the rise of Lance’s chest from where he sits.

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since Keith last heard Lance’s voice, since he seen his smile or the baby blue color in his eyes.

The mere thought of them makes him feel dizzy. It’s either that or the untouched plate of food goo Hunk had brought him earlier that lays besides him, still wobbling under the slightest rumble on the floor. Keith pushes it further away from him.

It doesn’t help in the least.

Keith fingers play with the end of the blanket Shiro had left behind for him last night, right after he gave up on trying to get him to sleep in an actual room for once.

His older brother hasn’t looked amused in the least but he had looked worried enough. He left the blanket and a pillow for him, saying that if he wasn’t going to leave the room, he might as well be comfortable enough while he waited for Lance to wake up.

If he wakes up.

Keith suppresses the shiver that goes down his spine at the thought before he shakes his head. Allura had said he will be waking up, she told him so.

‘The toxin needs to leave his body, it's a long slow process,’ She had said as soon as he had walked into the Med Bay, ‘But he’s strong enough, Keith. He can get through this.’

‘I know he is.’ He thinks as the memory flashes through his head, “I know he can. He has to. I have to tell him. Please.’

He pushes himself forward and walks slowly towards Lance’s crypod, hand hesitantly hovering above its surface before he places it gently just above where Lance’s chest is.

“You didn’t hear me.” He whispers hoarsely, his red eyes blinking tiredly and raising his free hand shakily to rub the grogginess away, “You didn’t hear me and –”

The crypod beeps at him and Keith sighs, letting his forehead rest against the cool surface.

“Please, give me a chance to tell you.”

Keith jolts wide awake as soon as the cold air of the crypod hits him a few feet away from him. He shivers unconsciously before he looks up and catches the blurry vision of a soft blue.

He don’t waste a tick and suddenly he’s standing up from the floor, almost tripping on his own two feet before he gathers Lance's limp body falling out of the crypod.

He waits in silence. He waits and waits, his shaky hands just tightening their hold on around Lance and then there’s a soft whisper against his ear and Keith’s heart skips a beat at the word.

“A-amor?”

That’s enough for Keith to break down.

“L-Lance.” He calls back, lip quivering before he tries to bite it down with force.

Lance just hums, pushing himself deeper into Keith’s embrace as he nuzzles his face against Keith’s neck.

“It's okay.” He whispers softly and Keith can feel Lance’s small smile against his skin, “It's okay.”

“O-Oh, God, L-Lance.” Keith repeats, a sob escaping from his mouth and Lance shushes him quietly.

The end up in the floor, turning into a mess of limbs and bodies tangled up together as they just hold each other as humanly possible.

Keith buries his face on Lance’s hair, stuffing in his sobs as he holds Lance in his arms and yet feeling like he’s the one being held and comforted when Lance’s just keep rubbing small circles on his back.

“I-I h-have –” Keith whispers, breath hitching abruptly making him cough and shakes his head stubbornly when Lance mumbles to take it easy, “N-No, I-I have to – I have to tell you, I –”

“I know, Keith.” Lance says, voice small and hoarse after days of being unused, “I-I know.”

“N-No, L-Lance, p-please, I have – I lost you and I d-didn't get a c-chance – F-fuck!” Keith curses, sobs shaking his entire body, “F-Fuck, I can’t lose y-you again I –”

“You won’t.” Lance reassurances, his voice wet and wobbly with emotion, one of his hands stroking Keith's hair, “You won’t, you won’t, I swear to you, y-you won’t lose me.”

“But I did!” Keith bawls, “I did, Lance! I lost you and I-I’m not strong enough. G-God, Lance, I lost you, I-I can’t –”

“Sh.” Lance cuts him off gently,“Sh, Keith, baby, please, listen to me. Please, please, listen to my heartbeat, my voice, my breathing. Please, listen.”

Keith does. He bites down his sobs, dropping his head until he’s snuggling against Lance’s chest and then he listens.

The heartbeat is so strong and steady, only flattering for a millisecond when Keith places his hand over Lance’s chest. His breathing is controlled and Keith can practically feel the way Lance’s lungs fill themselves up with fresh air before letting it all out slowly.

He listens to Lance’s voice above him as the brunet keeps humming. He listens to the way it cracks and shakes but it’s so warm and fond that it almost feels like a blanket it’s being wrapped around him.

Keith smiles. He smiles through the tears and nuzzles his face on his boyfriend chest as he feels his own breathing imitating the strong steady one of Lance’s and then he hiccups softly before sighing, feeling a soft but firm kiss on the top of his head.

“There you go, amor.” Lance praises softly, “Nice and steady.”

Keith wants to snort at the praise but he ends up just chuckling tiredly against his boyfriend.

He takes a moment to remind himself. To feel and reassure himself that Lance’s alive and here with him. That he’s in Lance’s strong arms and warm embrace.

That this is his strong heart that beats rhythmically along his own.

“I love you too” Keith whispers and smiles when he feels the way Lance’s breath hitches in surprise, “I love you, I love you.”

A pause and then he’s raising his face to meet his boyfriend’s eyes and his smile just grows wider and happier when he catches the blue color in them.

“I love you too.” Keith repeats quietly against Lance’s lips, for only the two of them to hear and he feels Lance’s smile back as soon as their lips touch.

Lance doesn't have a chance to say it back, but that’s okay.

Keith can feel the words in the way Lance’s lips move against his own, in the way he pushes his mouth further into Keith’s and breaths in every gasp black haired teen makes. Even in the way Lance’s hands cups his cheeks and caress them gently with his thumbs as he pulls him closer.

It’s enough for both of them.