#i like pink n green hehehe

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[freakymcnastys]

“sweet” - izuku midoriya x fem!reader

━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ "it's so sweet, knowing that you love me"

content: regular mha!! no aus or anything :], reader is recovery girl's granddaughter, no use of y/n, i ripped off tangled with the readers quirk (oops)

context: circa s1 or s2 deku hehehe

word count: 1.4k

IZUKU LAY IN THE SMALL BED INSIDE THE OFFICE awaiting recovery girl, whom he had probably seen 3 times already this week. He let out a sigh, looking down at his now purple arm, he had hurt it pretty bad this time. His entire arm was a disgusting shade of indigo; it pained him to look it at. He took another deep breath before he started taking notes on the small nurse's office.

He noticed that Recovery Girl wasn't in the room the moment he walked in, which he found strange. Maybe she had to use the bathroom? Or was called to another more damaging injury somewhere on UA's campus. He found the second idea less plausible, as there were folders neatly planted in the middle of her desk. He smiled to himself as he looked out the window next to the bed he was sitting on, it was nice to have a moment to himself.

As he stared out the window he heard a small knock at the door, he turned his head and saw you, your figure barely hitting the halfway mark on the door. He tilted his head in confusion, you didn't seem to be hurt. "Hello, how are you?" He questioned, his voice delicate as he spoke to you. You shifted your gaze from the floor to his eyes and smiled. "Hello!! I'm doing great, thank you for asking," You shut the door behind you before walking up to Recovery Girl's desk and placing down your clipboard, "How are you Mr...." You looked up at him as you pointed toward the stack of files in front of you, "Oh! Izuku Midoriya." He watched as you pulled a file from the pile and open it. He watched you study the entries and notes on the pages before looking up at him again. "I assume you have a broken arm, Mr. Izuku Midoriya." You stated matter-of-factly, he chuckled and nodded, looking down at his purple arm.

"That looks really bad, how's your pain level?" You questioned, taking a step forward and studying the damage. "7 or 8? Which is typical...I'm in here a lot..." He looked away and you let out a small giggle, "Yeah your file says that. Don't worry tho! I will patch you up." You gave him a sweet smile before taking off your white coat and and laying it over Recovery Girl's chair. "I- I don't mean to sound rude but.....who are you?" You froze for a moment and let out a little laugh, "I'm so embarrassed! I'm Recovery Girl's granddaughter! I'm interning with her this week!" You gave him a smile before reaching toward the back of your head, undoing the bun that was holding your hair. "W-w-wait! You don't heal the same way Recovery Girl does....right?" He said in a nervous tone, you looked over at him and smiled, noticing his red face. "No silly! Here lay up against the headboard, I'll show you!" You said cheerfully, Izuku let out a sigh of relief before quickly crawling under the covers and sitting up against the headboard.

You grabbed the chair by the desk and sat beside the green-haired boy, pulling your hair over your shoulder. "Your hair is so long..." He stated, watching you as you delicately lifted up his hurt arm. He felt your soft and dainty hands slowly wrap your locks of hair around the top of his shoulder to the palm of his hands. While you finished wrapping your hair around his arm you spoke again, "It's easier for me to use my quirk when my hair is longer! I've found my quirk works more effectively when it's longer too," you stated in a sweet tone. He looked up at you and smiled again, a faint hue of pink tinting his cheeks as he watched you giggle and smile while working. "You can close your eyes if you want, some people don't like watching." You said sweetly before taking a deep breath. You started humming a little tune and Izuku could feel the pain wash away through his whole arm. It was like drinking a glass of ice water on a hot day.

He looked at your calm face but he noticed how your arm twitched as you hummed, he was curious. "Is your arm ok?" He questioned genuinely, you stopped humming and looked up at him before looking toward your arm. "Oh! Yeah, I'll be ok..." Izuku tilted his head like a puppy, you smiled again, "When I use for quirk the injury transfers to me. Not really just the pain, my arm won't break so don't get nervous." At that moment, Izuku looked up at you in a panic, nervousness clearly present in his expression. "Wait wait! I don't want to hurt you..!" He said sweetly, you let out a small chuckle, "It's ok Mr. Midoriya, I know the risks of my quirk." You stated calmly before continuing your humming, the pain feeling lighter and lighter on Izuku's side. "Call me Deku and please...don't hurt yourself for me..." He trailed off, rambling about guilt and all these factors that weren't even crossing your mind.

Mid ramble the two of you heard the door to the office open, and you watched Recovery Girl enter the room followed by Mr. Toshinori, whom you had met earlier in the day. You smiled at them and Izuku looked over at Toshinori, a worried expression plastered on his face. "She said her arms gonna break..." He said sadly, tears welling in his eyes, you sighed, "I didn't say that! Nana he doesn't want me to heal him." You said, looking back at Izuku before starting your humming again. "Oh you poor thing!" Recovery Girl stated sarcastically, walking toward the medical cabinet and grabbing some bandages and an arm sling, "Let me grandbaby work on you! She knows what she's doing." Izuku sighed and looked over at Toshinori, who nodded. Everyone sat in silence as you finished humming, Izuku's pain almost completely gone.

When you were finished you unwrapped your hair with the same delicate manner as when you initially wrapped it. You took the supplies from Recovery Girl and began bandaging his arm, he studied you, and your arm, which twitched a little with every movement, but you paid no attention to it. Toshinori looked over at Izuku and spoke, "How are you feeling kid?" he questioned, watching you work diligently as Izuku formed his thoughts. "Good...It doesn't hurt at all really..." Izuku chuckled before turning back to you, "Well kid..." Toshinori started, looking over at you, you paused and smiled at him, "Yes sir?" You said kindly, "I think you got the job." He said with a cheeky smile. You giggled, and Izuku smiled, he didn't realize he was smiling but you did, and that made you smile back. A toothy grin appeared on your face as you clipped Izuku's bandages. When that was done you got him into the sling and then he was done.

"You're all done Deku!" you stated sweetly, looking back at Recovery Girl, she had a proud smile on her face. You got up from the chair, moved it, then offered Izuku a hand as he got up from the bed. Toshinori took his other arm and you led them to the door. The two turned around and you smiled at them before running back toward Recovery Girl's desk, grabbing a small candy from one of the many drawers. You handed it to Izuku as you spoke, "the bones should heal within the next couple of days! Try not the damage them again, or it'll hurt more!" You said with a serious expression, you smiled at Izuku and Toshinori one last time before they started walking out. Izuku looked back at you and smiled brightly "Thank you!!" You laughed and waved goodbye, "You are welcome Mr. Deku!" You said kindly, looking back at your grandma with a giddy smile. "Can I stay another week Nana?"

Once Deku and Toshinori were farther down the hall Izuku looked up at his yellow-haired mentor, "I....I think I wanna break my leg...." Deku said quietly, Toshinori laughed loudly, "I saw the way you looked at her kid, I can tell that you wanna break your bones. But you wouldn't wanna disappoint her, would you?" Toshinori questioned, looking down at Izuku again, whose face was bright red. "No sir!" he said loudly, Toshinori laughed again before saying, "So follow the nurse's orders."

Izuku felt his face heat up at the thought of your smile, and he couldn't wait to visit Recovery Girl's office again.

(i'm such a sucker for cute fics T^T i hope you enjoyed it!! let me know ur thoughts down below!! <33)

- love always, devina

[the-kr8tor]

👀🤣 may I request a Christmas fic where one/both the twins see R kissing Santa Claus (but it’s actually Hobie dressed as him) and they start an all out war against Santa? Can’t stop laughing my ass off from this idea

- 😅 (@hyperfix-wip )

Hehehe thank you for the cutest prompt!! I've always wanted to write this trope 😘❤️❤️❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Dad! Hobie, mom! Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, twin AU, cw food mentions, fluff!

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Billie wakes up with a start, heart pounding in her ears from the sudden wake up call. “What—?!” Her mouth is covered by a familiar hand, silencing her yell. “Mmhm?!” Eyes wide, she hones in on her twin’s face in the dark of their shared room. Save for the light flooding inside from the cracked open door, and their Spider-Man night light, it's pitch black.

“It's me!” Ramona whisper yells, front tooth still missing after she lost it in the playground. “Someone's downstairs. I think it's him!” Her eyes shine with excitement, curls bobbing up and down as she tries to contain her giddiness.

Billie yanks her sister's hand away, frowning at her from the sudden intrusion. “I was having a good dream, Mon.” Her look reminds Mona of her dad's exact expression when he has to mow the lawn again.

Mona ignores her sister's annoyance, “didn't you hear what I said? Santa's ‘ere! At our house!” She whisper yells again, this time loud enough for whoever's downstairs to pause their movements. Her eyes widened, hands covering her mouth to tamp down her excitement. “We should stay quiet—”

“Santa's ‘ere!” Billie is quieted once again by Mona's hands.

After waiting for a minute, the girls slowly and silently go outside of their room, matching holiday socks softly walking across the polished floorboards. Their pajamas are also on theme, with Mona opting for a pink sugar plum fairy matching set, and Billie wearing the classic Santa Clause set. Both that you've lovingly made for them. They're clearly excited, especially when it comes to the big bearded man in red. Billie more especially, after you and Hobie brought them to a local mall to see Santa and for them to give them their wishlist, she's been raving about wanting to stay up to catch him in the act. But after watching home alone and having a belly full of warm milk, she went out like a light. Mona on the other hand wants to see him eat the cookies you two prepared for Santa. It's her favourite, chocolate chips with marshmallows. She's hoping that the big man would like it, especially that she gave him the batch from her personal stash.

As they walk out of the hallway and into the floors of the second floor landing, they start to crawl once they see shadows dance along the walls of the living room. The tree that the four of you lovingly put up and decorated are twinkling with the holiday lights, reds, greens and yellows blinking in and out of the room.

“Do you think they'll like it?” They hear your familiar voice, whispering downstairs.

The girls make it to the stairs that overlook the living room, they make themselves smaller by lying prone on the cold floor, tiny hands grasping at the bannisters. Their eyes widen at the sight of who you are talking to.

Right next to you is the man of the hour himself, dressed in red with a giant sack of presents right next to him. He's taller than they've expected, and slimmer. Maybe Santa's cutting back on the cookies.

Billie grabs Mona's shoulder, shaking her excitedly. They wordlessly communicate through looks, based on their happy expressions, they feel like the luckiest kids in the world. They continue to watch Santa work his magic as he places wrapped presents underneath the tree with their names written on them.

“I know they'll love ‘em. ‘sides, Mona's been askin’ for it since July.” Santa replies to you, brown eyes shining in the string lights. His eyes seem to smile at you sitting in the corner of the room, hand occupied with a warm cup of eggnog. The bottom half of Santa's face is obscured by his big white beard, but he's clearly smiling softly at you. “And Bee always wanted that moon lamp ever since she saw Gwen's.”

Beaming at jolly Nick, you leave your cup on the coffee table to walk over to him. “I know, but what if they suddenly don't want those anymore.”

Santa stretches his hand out to you, beckoning you closer as he abandons the sack of presents on the floor. “Love,” love? The girls look at eachother with furrowed brows. Only their dad calls you that, and maybe occasionally that one shop owner downtown that you always buy fabrics from. “Y’know the girls would still be happy even if we gave them a potato each.”

You come to his side without saying anything about the close proximity to the actual Santa. The girls narrow their eyes at Santa's glove hand splayed across the small of your back, thumb rubbing gently across your soft pajama shirt. Only their dad gets to hold you like that.

Chuckling, you move to half hug him, arm wrapped around his back while you place your chin atop the soft red jacket. “Why a potato?”

“Because they go wild for chips.” He looks at you through gentle eyes, nudging his forehead on top of your own, the faux fur of his hat is soft against your skin.

“That's true, maybe we should've gotten them a whole sack of potatoes instead.” Your grin has the girls worried, especially when you move closer to him that the girls would know that it would have their dad burst into tears if they ever saw the scene in front of him.

“That's why ‘m santa, lovie.”

“Mm-hmm,” now you fully embrace him. The girls share a heavy look. “Why are you in full get up again? They won't be able to see you in this, not while they're snoring away all the cookies they had.”

“I know,” he shrugs, “what if they wake up, it'll be a nice memory for ‘em.” His arm squeezes you, hand dangerously close to your behind. The twins are both pissed, standing up from their place atop the stairs. “Or, ‘m all dressed up for you, love.” Santa winks at you, and you giggle in his arms. “Give big red a kiss, yeah?” As he leans in, the twins run downstairs swiftly, yelling and screaming at him to let their mum go.

“What— girls!” You move away, arms trying to block their attacks from hitting Santa.

“Not our mum!” Billie makes it to him first, clinging herself on his leg, trying to bite him through his red pants.

“We trusted you, Santa!” Mona leaps to punch at his stomach, earning a pained groan from the bearded man.

“Mona, no!” You grab her by the armpits as she continues to flail around, trying to get another hit. Good thing you’ve gotten to her before she aimed at his crotch. “Baby, no, that's—!” You contemplate telling them the truth, but Hobie's subtle head shake has you clamping down and embracing Mona.

“Ow, fuc–fudge!” Hobie hops around the room, trying to wiggle free of Billie, who's still clutching at his leg. “Billie, stop!” The one time that his spidey senses failed him.

“I don't care if ‘m on the naughty list! You tried to kiss our mum!” She chomps down on his leg, and he yelps when her baby teeth sink into the fabric and into his leg.

Hobie has no choice but to grab Billie the same way you did with Mona. He holds her in front of him, an arm's length away, still trying to take a chunk out of him. He feels like he ruined the magic of Santa for them. Not to mention the song.

“Stop–!” Hobie holds out his hand to her to tell her that he means no harm, but she tries to bite at his finger. “Billie—!”

“Daddy!” Ramona screams out, voice echoing and rumbling the house. “Daddy, there's an– an impruder!”

You would've chuckled at her fumbled pronunciation of intruder and told her the right way to say it, but when she's on the verge of tears; the both of them are, you have to think of a solution.

“Daddy!” Billie joins in, now fully sobbing. “H–He kissed mummy!”

“I haven't! Not yet!” Hobie tries to defend himself, or Santa for that matter. But it makes the whole thing so much worse when Billie wiggles herself out of his grasp to run towards yours and Hobie's bedroom while crying for him. “Shi—!”

You meet with his eyes while embracing a crying Mona. Mouthing a ‘Go!’ He immediately knows what you're up to. Your synergy levels with him are off the charts.

He leaves through the window, snow crunching underneath him and almost freezing him in the spot. He slowly rips off the Santa outfit one by one whilst he makes his way towards the back of the house. Shedding the beard and tossing it haphazardly in the backyard, he crawls on the wall, finally making it to the bedroom window just as when Billie opens the door with a loud creak.

Feigning naiveté, he acts shocked at her weeping as he opens his arms to her. “What happened?” She sobs on his sleep shirt, drenching it with tears. As Hobie pats her back, he realises that he's still wearing the gloves which he promptly throws away and under the bed before she could see it. “C’mon, mac, tell dad.” He cups her wet cheeks, trying to calm his little girl down.

“I saw mummy kissing Santa Claus!”

Hearing Mona's cry in the doorway with you carrying her, he knows that you two have a long night ahead of you.

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“Are you sure you want to change pajamas, Billie? You said it's your favourite. The red suits you—” You try to placate her with a plate of chocolate pancakes.

“Yes.” She says so surely with her arms crossed over her chest, still fuming. “I hate Santa.”

Hobie's sitting right next to Mona, hand rubbing along her back whilst she stares angrily at the empty plate of cookies she left for Santa sitting on the counter. “Me too.” She huffs, stabbing her pancakes with a fork.

You share a look with Hobie, hoping that he has any idea how to calm them down. Hugging Billie seems to tamp down her anger, but she still looks at you with furrowed brows after you've apologized profusely.

“Why did you kiss, Santa?” She asked a few hours ago, stomping her little foot down on your bedroom floor, while her sister followed her lead.

“I didn't!” You stared at Hobie right next to you on the bed, looking like he's about to burst into laughter but is keeping it in. “And I wasn't gonna!”

After that whole ordeal, they seem to simmer down to a silent anger that still reverberates through the house. Maybe opening the presents earlier would make them forget it and make them smile.

“We should make signs, Bee! Like what dad makes so Santa knows not to come back ‘ere!” Mona lights up, you finally got a smile out of her.

“That's brilliant!” Hobie plays along, and Billie agrees with rapid nodding that you had to stop with your hand on her forehead before she breaks something. “I'll get my supplies, you two go finish your pancakes, yeah?” Just as he says it, they scarf down the pancakes, prompting Hobie to grab your hand and speed walk away from the kitchen.

Once the two of you are out of earshot and their sights, he corners you against a wall, hands cradling your cheeks, and sighing as he relaxes atop you.

You laugh against his hair, pressing lazy kisses on his hairline. “Don't forget to grab the outfit outside, Hobie. I made that to tailor you and you only.”

He lifts his head up from your chest, cheeks puffed out from sleepiness. Blowing out air, you giggle at him as he flutters your lashes. “I know, love.” His eyes roam all over your face, looking at every curve and dip until he stops at your lips. “I still haven't gotten my answer.”

“Or what? You'll put me on the naughty list?”

Hobie leans closer, lips brushing along your waiting lips. “Lovie, you're on my list every year.”

“I hope I'm the only one on it.” You say, wordlessly inviting him for a kiss by pecking his jaw softly.

“You and you only.” With a chuckle atop your lips, he kisses you under the mistletoe he subtly put up with the sole purpose of kissing you underneath it.

[prncessjaeger]

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“c’monnnn you can’t miss work for 3 hours? besides any other day when we’re home we’re doing…other things around this time!” you held your pink bag decorated with hand tied bows, hair tied neatly in your signature ballerina bun and adorned in pink colored high priced athletic wear, “no baby i can’t…i have an important meeting in like 30 minutes and then a very important phone call afterwards and-”

you sighed, cutting him off and rolled your eyes, walking away from him mumbling, “you always put your work before me,” and grabbed your keys, “hey, we can go out to dinner afterwards if you’d like?”

“hard pass. see you later, love you.” you left your home feeling defeated, hoping one day your husband would finally attend to one of your ballet performances and get this! you received the lead role and even that couldn’t interest him into one of your shows. so, you tried listening to spirit lifting music to get your mood ready and pumped until you reached then venue, preparing yourself for the first night.

”oh goodie! you’re dressed, are you ready? i saw a cute someone walk in here with white lilies and tulips!” your brow furrowed at the stage director’s words, “who? definitenlyyyy not my husband he’s busy with work-“ you were cut off with a sound of claps and lights dimmming down,

“it’s time! places everyone!”

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when the last act was finished, you and your castmates bowed together receiving many flowers thrown on the stage. you went back to grab your things from the green room, noticing the other girls belongings disappear from the vanities and sighed, wondering if you should’ve taken up the dinner idea with your husband.

your husband, who scared the absolute shit out as he sat in your vanity chair and smirks at you, “what in the world are you-” he puts his finger on your lip? shush-ing you quickly, “hi my love! beautiful show you out in out there? absolutely beautiful.” he rose up and hugged your shocked figure, “what’re you-…how did you-?”

“ehh pulled a few strings, rescheduled some other things .” he shrugged like it was the easiest thing in the world, “but you said…?”

“that i couldn’t come? yeah i genuinely could not have came, but that doesn’t mean i wouldn’t have came either, c’mon this is your first lead role and you’d think i would’ve missed it? crazy.” he leaned down and peck your plump lips that were pouted, twice and handing you two sets of gorgeous white flowers, “tulips and lilies, your faves unless you changed them in the span of 4 hours hm?”

“n-no, i didn’t- these are beautiful baby! but, are you sure I looked beautiful onstage?” your eyes sparkle from your subtle glitter eye makeup, warming up your husbands heart, “yes, stunning even… in fact,” his hands removed your bag and belongings from your shoulders, sitting them down neatly on the floor and wrapped his arm around your waist and his hand cupped your jaw.

he stared at you lovingly, engulfing you into a passionate kiss and held you tenderly in your arms. your lips moved perfectly against his as his thumb caressed your cheek. he then kissed your exposed neck so soft to the point that it tickled which caused cute giggles to leave your mouth, “what’s funny?”

“nothing-hehehe, nothing baby look how about we go to that dinner you recommended earlier?” you could see his face fall, “you said no earlier or wait- it was actually, “hard pass” so i canceled it.” he mocked you then flinched when your hand raised to hit him, “fine…takeout?”

“takeout it is.”

[alwaysribbit]

Hehehe this mayyyy be an unexpected one. A Deoxys board more on the petre side w/ chew toys n teethers in it? I rlly like collars with cute patterns, bows, or bells.

Some colors I like: orange, blue, yellow, forest brown, sage green, pink, purple

Kinda clothes: Androgynous with subtle masc lean, looks like it’d be easy on sensory issues

Stuffs I like: sparkly, glowy, jingly sounds, plushies, any animals (bugs, mammals, marine animals, reptiles, birds, u name it), easy on the eyes

Once I did a rp involving Arven and he named me “Tiramisu”, maybe u could see what kind of energy u get from that :0? Rember u don’t hav to include everything! Jus hav fun „^^„ n remember to take breaks

i hope this is close to what you wanted! super fun request!

[harrystylesfan2686]

Pieces Part 4

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: Meeting new people

A/N: hehehe. (Unedited again sorry!)

Pieces Masterlist

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"Boo! Next!" Mor boos on my yellow dress and Feyre's face screams 'not good'. I groan out and go back to my stall, closing the certain and taking off the dress.

My friends forcefully brought me to a boutique to buy something new, stating that at the occasion on me surviving a whole month alone and not getting fired from the library is an occasion to be celebrated. They're taking me out to Rita's tonight and want me to wear something 'nice'. Despite my whines of not needing a new outfit, they picked out a bunch of dresses for me to try and show them for they're approval.

I wear the pink princess cut dress next and get out to show them. They make a face and Feyre comments,"too formal." I sigh and get back in.

"You know I feel like Rhys has been too tired lately." Mor says, probably to Feyre from outside the stall as I try to tie the threads on the back of my next dress. "Yes, he has been. He also stays in his office so much lately because he's trying to do all the work alone." Feyre responds.

"Oh why is that?" Mor again asks. "You know because he's given Azriel a leave." My ears perk up at the name. "Oh yes! I met with Az earlier this week actually, to coax him into coming to eat with us but he only opened the door for one minute and slamed it again after saying no to my face. Gods he looked so thin." I freeze. "And the bags under his eyes! I am so worried about him. I fear he'll rot himself in that very room."

They probably didn't wanted me to hear but I did. I imagine him with dark circles around his eyes, sucked in body and covered in shadows. With his head, stting on the floor, silently as his shadows hide him from the world. I can imagine the scene perfectly, having found him like that in our house many times. I frown at the though of my husband being depressed.

I shake the thought out of my mind and focus on properly wearing my dress.

I smooth out the creases of my dress and stand still in the mirror. Looking at myself, trying out a burgundy flowy dress, a heart neckline with line stapes, that's tighten around my middle and then let lose until the end. I look beautiful. I smile to myself and turn a bit to see the back, it's perfect.

I yank the certain aside and show my outfit to my apparent judges. They're conversation abrutly stops as they look at me and smile. "Perfect." Mor's grin widens and Feyre nods while giving a thumbs up.

"I think so too." I giggle and look down at myself swaying a little to see my dress move with me. I get into the stall and close the certain again to get out of the dress and buy it.

But I can't stop thinking about what Feyre said though. My imagine of him stays in my mind the whole day, making a sad, knowing how much he's suffering. It's not that he doesn't deserve it but, I mean, he's still my mate. I still love him. How can I not be sad for him?

Maybe it's time I give azriel a chance.

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"Y/N!" I startle hearing a sudden yell of my name, droping the books I was holding from my hands. I curse under my breath and crouch down to pick it up, someone kneels down in front of me, helping me by collecting the rest of the books.

We both stand up together and as I look up to thank the person, my words die in my mouth seeing a gorgeous male in front of me with emerald green eyes. His chocolate brown hair, wavy shoulder cut length seem a little greasy which juat adds to the handsome look.

"Here you go." My eyes widen listening to his deep voice and focusing on his dashing smile. My hands blinding taking the books from his and our fingers graze each other. My eyes snap to his hands, taking in the large fingers, following up to the veiny arms and big muscles.

I breath out.

"Thank you." I finally manage to say. His smile widens. He nods and steps back, turning around and disappearing behind the aisle. I find myself hoping to see him again when a tap to my shoulder brings me back to earth.

I turn around and let out a small shriek, stepping back when seeing Layla's face too close to mine. "What are you doing?!" I manage not to let the books fall again.

"What are you doing? We have to get back to work, there are a lot of customers today and I do not want to mess up when Hilda left me in charge. Now get back to work!" She turns around and goes back to the counter. I pout at her yelling, I can't blame her though, there truly are a lot of customers today. I should probably listen to her and try not to add on her stress.

I sigh and get back to work.

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[dreaisgrayte]

Fluttering Fluster| Demon Akaza

Synopsis: Akaza has taken an interest in you since you don't appear to be scared of him. You're actually kind of fond of him yourself. He doesn't know what to do around you since you always have something flirty or sarcastic to say. He's constantly flustered and he can't help himself after saving you from a demon attack.

Warning/contains: friendship, killing (a demon), kissing, hitting it from the back, yeanring, bratty YN, confused and flustered Akaza, mostly top Akaza, flirting, cuddles, mentions of fear of lonliness (me too), slight implication that Akaza has already killed Rengoku

Word count: 4.3k

a/n: I wrote this in a day. What does that say about the quality? Well, hehehe, I'm not sure :) My lil basketball needed some love, even though I wouldn't accept any donuts from him, it's FINE, everything is FINE. Guys I need sleep, my sleep schedule went out to get the milk...time to drink water right before bed as I watch Minecraft videos.

The darkness from the dense forest outside your house fills the cabin with a loud silence. You could almost hear your heart pumping blood through your body as you went about making dinner for yourself. Some steamed greens and grilled meat should make a hearty meal. You hum a tune to yourself, crouching in front of the small grill set up on the dirt part of your floor. The wood crackles and throbs with a deep glowing orange color. You move the meat around in the small pot hanging from a horizontal log supported by sitting snugly in the junctions of two other logs. The rabbit you had caught earlier would prove to go nicely with the vegetables from your garden. Your song continues as you stoke the fire under the pot and then sit on the side of the wooden platform where your heimorn would be rolled out soon enough. A glint of something passes by the window and for a moment your heart pounds assuming the worst before passing it off to be an animal. The village people had filled your head with tales of demons roaming these lands. As if demons would take an interest in a quick bite, though maybe they’d enjoy the soup you were making? You let out a breath and glance back at the meat, wondering how much longer you’d have to wait before eating. You flop back on the wooden floor and groan. Sometimes the most exhausting part of living all alone was the creaking seconds that made downtime nearly unbearable. Sometimes you wish someone would stumble across your home and spend some time with you. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the break from human society, but the spiders all talked about the same thing. Maybe one of those demons would come to tell you their stories of how they killed their last victims. 

“My, this meat smells almost as good as you do.” A voice notes. You furrow your brows and hoist yourself up to the sitting position. There in your doorway was a shadowed figure. Your eyes graze over the small illuminated parts of him, like the obvious muscles on his arms and legs. Even in the dim flickering light, you could make out how defined he was. His face was dark and you couldn’t make out much of his features, but that’s when you noticed the thick dark lines trailing his body like some wild tiger. Though, one thing was bothering you.

“I smell?” You tilt your head in a questioning manner. The head of what you were assuming was a man in front of you twitches slightly.

“What?” His voice is strained and you twiddle with your thumbs while observing your meat to make sure it wouldn’t burn while you had this conversation. 

“You said I smell.” You answer frankly, looking down at your pink yukata and pinching it with your fingers to take a sniff. 

“I-” You look up to see the man had turned away from you. He briskly turns back around and enters your home more. This causes his face to cast away the shadows and finally be observed by your eyes. The black lines continue the same pattern on his face with the exception of one long one from the top of his forehead down the bridge of his nose, but what takes you by surprise is that…his…hair…matches your yukata almost exactly. “Aren’t you afraid of me?” He grumbles, his face twisting in a way that makes you more interested in what trauma he’d obviously been through than him being…frightening? 

“No…?” You shrug and look at the rabbit cooking in the pot again, it appeared almost ready to be taken off the heat and set aside to simmer in the broth. 

“No one could hear you scream out here.” He suddenly says. You furrow your brows and look up at him through your lashes. 

“Yeah. I know.” His face looks dumbfounded as you continue to pay no mind to him. Your meal was more important than your life at the moment. 

“So you don’t care if I make you scream?” The man’s words were more curious than threatening. Maybe this was his first time talking to a lady? Did he not get out much? Poor thing. It’s best if you prepare him for how ladies are sure to act around his beautiful face. 

“Oh no, I’d really appreciate it if you made me scream.” Your lips curl up into a smile and the man in front of you takes a step back. 

“Somehow I feel like we’re not talking about the same thing…” He frowns and your smile only grows. You carefully use another piece of wood to unhook the pot from the fire and set it gently off to the side in the dirt. 

“We could be. Why don’t you tell me your name?” You offer, standing from your position. The man is a little shorter than you and you bite back a giggle at that surprising fact. He narrows his eyes at you but then lets out a loud sigh. This was fun. You should socialize more often. 

“Akaza.” He mumbles. You smile at the sound of his name ringing through your head. It was like the sound of a beating heart. 

“A-ka-za.” You hit each syllable in awe of how a name could be so fitting to a human. A human with strange eyes no less. You observe his face and find it flushing slightly. “What’s the matter with you?” You quiz with furrowed brows. 

“Y-Y-You just, don’t…don’t say my name like that please…” He avoids looking at you, backing up almost to the point of exiting your house. 

“Why?” You inquire, stepping closer to him. Akaza groans and holds up his hand in front of your face. You stop in your tracks, blinking rapidly at the hand in front of you. 

“Stop. Why aren’t you afraid of me?” His eyes narrow at you and for a moment you see the faintest glimmer of something sharp in his mouth. 

“Why would I be?” You scrunch your face up in confusion and look around him expecting someone or something else scarier to be behind him. He scoffs and gestures to himself with the same hand he held in front of you. 

“I am Akaza.” 

“Yes I know.”

“Let me finish.” He glares at you. You hold up your hands in innocence and gesture for him to continue. “I am Akaza, Upper Moon 3.” He points to his eyes and for the first time during this conversation, you realize why they looked so different. Written there on his yellow eyes were the kanji for ‘upper’ and ‘three’. You tilt your head to study them further. 

“Upper…what now? What do you mean? Did you get your pink hair from the moon?” You wonder aloud. Akaza’s eyes widen slightly and he then rolls them. 

“What? No. I’m a high-ranking demon and I could kill you within seconds.” He states. A cooling chill runs through your body, but you remain calm. If he wanted to kill you, he would’ve already. So why was he here? And demons were real? Now that’s something you wish your mother was still alive to see. “Are you scared now?” He asks, stepping closer to you. You shrug.

“Eh, not really.” You reply. He stops advancing and his face goes blank. You have to stop from laughing at the look on his face.

“Why not?” He looks concerned, like if he’s not scary enough his mom is going to give him the ‘I’m disappointed’ look. 

“I think it's the pink hair and long lashes.” You observe, pointing at his face. “You’re too pretty to be scary.” 

“Wah, really?” He reaches up with his blackened fingers and touches his hair and then cheek gently. His fingers looked pretty long compared to your own. Now that you were really looking at him, the black lines were everywhere, even on his bear feet. They were similar to that of the ones on his fingertips, only enclosing the toes. He wore an anklet on each ankle made up of round pink beads. His white pants were held up by a blue rope with two pink tassles coming off around the front. His calves seemed unmarked by the lines and you wondered how far they really did travel. His chest was unclothed, except for a small dark pink jacket around his shoulders. The lines on his chest were geometrically pleasing with the way they all lines up. Similarly to his face, there was one line that connected to one that went around his neck to mid-way down his abdomen. It was a few inches shy of his belly button. Ah, so demons still have those. What else did demons share with humans?

“Besides, if you wanted to kill me, you would’ve already.” Your gaze meets his and his expression turns hard. He briskly closes the distance between you and pushes you up against the platform so hard that your legs give out and you fall backward. You hit the ground with a loud oomph and wince. You feel a weight on you and peer upwards to find Akaza pining you to the ground with his leg in between your thighs, pressing down on the fabric of your yukata. He’s baring his teeth, his insanely sharp teeth close to your neck. 

“You’re right human, I could eat you up right now.” His breath is hot on your neck and it makes you squirm under him. He pushes off of you with a little more force than need be and stands over you now. “But I won’t.” You let out a breath, unaware of how nervous you were that he’d bite into your neck. Although the throbbing lower down was proving for a confusing conversation with yourself later on. 

“Why?” You pant out, curious why this seemingly all-powerful demon would let you go. You sit up, draping your legs over the side of the wooden platform as you had done before. He presses his lips into a thin line and looks away from you. 

“Because I don’t eat your kind.” He huffs. Your face morphs into perplexion 

“Stinky?” You offer. He scoffs and shakes his head. 

“No. Women.” He corrects. “Please fix your yukata.” He mumbles. You look down at your chest and find one side draping over your shoulder, almost exposing your bare chest. You smile and pull it haphazardly onto your shoulder again. 

“Then why did you come here?” You ponder for him to hear. He looks off into the distance like he’s remembering something. 

“I…I was lonely.” He whispers. This makes your whole body warm with understanding. Lonely. A word you knew all too well. One that was your only companion at times. 

“Big boss demon fire all your friends?” Akaza grimaces and his fists clench. 

“I don’t have friends in the upper moon ranks,” He pauses and shuts his eyes a if trying to calm down. “Only annoyances.” He mutters. Your heart beats faster as you feel some sort of kinship with this supposedly scary monster. 

“Well, pardon me if I’m being too bold, but we could always be friends.” You suggest, gesturing between the both of you. His eyes shoot open and he stares at you. 

“Do you…do you really mean that?” He takes a step toward you and reaches out a tentative hand. 

“No, how could I ever possibly be friends with a demon? Of course, I meant it.” You’re take aback by the sudden warmth from his hand on your cheek. It sends a burning heat running through your body. Blooming in your stomach with a desire for his warmth to cover you, burn you, incinerate you. 

“You have such a funny way with words.” His brows slowly furrow down as he stares at you. “It makes me want to find out everything about you.” He then brushes a lock of hair that had fallen free behind your ear. You feel that heat round to your cheeks and you move your face away from his hand so he won’t be able to feel the way your cheeks are burning. 

“Ha, there’s not much that’s interesting about me.” You reply, shifting your body to sit more comfortably. Akaza drops his hand and looks down at the pot you’d set aside earlier. 

“You should probably eat your meal before it gets cold.” He bows his head to you and turns toward your open door. Was he going to leave already? But he just got here. 

“Wait!” You reach out your hand and Akaza turns to look at you with raised brows. What were you supposed to say to convince him to stay a little longer? He was a high-ranking demon, someone important, you were just a woman he happened to find because he was lonely. 

“Yes?” He faces fully toward you, waiting patiently for your words.

“Do you…” You gulp and look around for some sort of idea. Ah, you could tease him again. Then he’d want to talk to you about what you meant. If your mama taught you anything it was how to hold an uncomfortably long conversation. “Do you still want to make me scream?” You ask, leaning forward toward him. This causes your yukata to fall off your shoulder again and Akaza’s eyes are drawn to your rosy bear skin. He blinks a couple of times before looking back into your eyes. 

“What could you possibly mean by that?” He looks concerned. You tilt your head and feel your hair brush against your shoulders as it falls to the side. 

“I could scream your name Ak-a-za.” You whisper his name like it’s a dirty word. His brows flinch as he looks upon your seductive state. 

“I-I told you I don’t kill women.” He stutters, eyes wildly looking around you for answers. You smile and bat your lashes, swinging your head to the other side, allowing a full view of the slope of your neck. You notice Akaza’s fist clench at the sight. 

“I didn’t mean that you should kill me. I only meant you should share pleasures beyond imagination with me so that I scream out your name because it’ll be the only thing I can think of.” You explain, waving a hand around in the air as if that will conjure up an image for him to watch. Akaza shuts his eyes and his jaw ticks. It was funny to watch his restraint falter. 

“You can’t possibly mean that.” He grunts. His eyes are still glued shut and so you hum in response. 

“Oh, I do. I always mean what I say Akaza.” He lets out a low sigh and opens his eyes to gaze upon you shining in half moonlight half firelight. 

“You’re quite the vixen.” His eyes roll down the slope of your neck and curve around your shoulder. They dip to where the line of cleavage is slightly showing. 

“What can I say? The nights get lonely.” You were hoping by tossing around the same feeling he’d confessed to you that he’d empathize with you. If demons were even still capable of empathizing. Akaza’s eyes soften and he sucks in a deep breath. 

“I could stay for a little longer I guess.” He conceded. You grin happily and then raise your brows suggestively.

“Do you want to have-”

“No.”

“Aww but why?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s YN.” 

Over the course of the next few months, Akaza came to visit you as the weather got colder. Seeing him appear over the hill sent a thrill of excitement through your entire body. Every time that pointed-tooth grin caught your eye you felt alive again. Though, it’d been almost 2 months since Akaza’s last visit and you were starting to worry. The last time you ventured into the village for a couple of new blankets for the winter you heard talk of the great hashira defending the innocent from Lord Muzan’s Kisaki. Your heart was torn. You wanted to pray for those who’d lost their lives to evil demons, but Akaza wasn’t like other demons. He was smart, kind, sexy, and certainly not evil. The reason he hadn’t come to see you in so long surely couldn’t be because he’s… no you couldn’t even think of such a thing. 

You roll out your mattress and fluff out the covers you’d bought a few days prior. At least if you didn’t have Akaza to warm your side you’d have these plush covers. Comfortable bedding would never leave you alone for 2 months. It’d always stay by your side. You lay out the blankets to the side and crawl onto the thin mattress. The light from your lantern flickers softly, casting a shadow against your closed door. You were certain that your dreams would be filled with a pink-haired demon. You pull the covers over your frame and sigh in happiness. You’re about to blow out your light when the front door suddenly slams open. You startle as a heaving form appears in the doorframe. You clutch your chest as it stalks forward, its tongue was sickeningly long as it lapped at the air around you. 

“Human you smell delicious.” It hisses, crouching down onto its haunches. Your face sneers in disgust as you watch it cock its head to the left, tongue hanging out its mouth framed by sharp teeth that glinted slimy in the moonlight. 

“Thanks but I’ve been told that before.” You spat, tightening your grip on your new blankets. Its mouth curls into a twisted grin as its head turns upside down. 

“I taste demon in the air.” Its eyes don’t have any writing on them like Akaza’s, but by the looks of it, weak wouldn’t be a word to describe it. “Have you been claimed by one of the twelve kisaki human?” Its movements are jerky as it advances toward you. You scoot back against the wall like that was going to help you escape from such a creature. You were glad it could sense Akaza had been here, maybe that would deter it from killing you. 

“Yes, an upper moon in fact.” You sneer, curling your body away from the demon. His yellow eyes glimmer with newfound excitement. Oh no. The plan may have backfired. 

“Ahhhh, upper moon whores always taste the best. Please let me have just a bite.” His eyes are crazed as he peers upon your flesh. Drool starts to form in the corner of his mouth, landing with a splat on the wooden floor underneath you. “I promise I’ll leave enough for him to fuck later, you just have to-UGHK! AHHHHH PLEASE NO!” It screeches as a hand appears through its chest. “Lord Akaza- EEK-UGH-I’M SORRY!” The demon is flung away from you and out the door. You watch as a shadowy figure, you’re assuming is Akaza, rip the demon apart. You’re glad you can’t see much because of the lack of light, but you can hear it. The yelps of pain from the demon, the sloshing of blood, and grunts from Akaza. He was here… he’d saved you from a gruesome death. You lean forward with bated breath, straining your eyes to find Akaza in the darkness. You jump back as he appears in the doorway. His arms are hanging loosely at his sides, a thick liquid dripping from his fingers. His eyes stay on the ground. 

“Akaza…” You whisper, but his whole body tenses. 

“Don’t look at me YN. I didn’t want you to see me like this.” He looks off to the side and clenches his jaw. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of yearning and sadness. 

“Like what Akaza?” You ask, uncovering yourself and bracing for the cold air to surround your body. Akaza glances at the blankets. 

“A demon.” He hisses and for a moment you hear such deep regret in his voice. Some buried sorrow keeps him from bonding with people. You stand and step down from the platform, Akaza doesn’t budge an inch. You take this as your chance to approach him. You take in a deep breath and place the palm of your hand against his chest. 

“Akaza. I don’t care what you are, only about who you are.” You can feel his heart rapidly beating against his skin. He looks at your hand and then finally into your eyes. 

“I need to go wash my hands.” He edges his head closer to yours. You feel a pull to kiss him as your bodies move into position but then shy away on repeat. “I’ll be right back.” He disappears with unknown speed and you let out a tiny breath. Did he almost kiss you? You’d been thinking about this moment for a long time and it was finally here. He was finally here. “YN…” You look up to find him in your doorway again. 

“Akaza.” He walks into your home and slides the door shut behind him. The cool air is somewhat cut off. 

“I respect women YN.” He rasps. You nod and watch his eyes rack over your blue yukata. His eyes meet yours and you feel a wave of anticipation crash into you. 

“Yes. I remember.” He’s getting closer to you, causing you to back into the platform again. He smirks as you both remember the first night you’d met each other. 

“Please forgive me for what I’m about to do.” He’s in front of you within seconds, pulling your hair back and aggressively kissing you. You groan into his mouth and he bares his teeth against your lips. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He hisses, licking the soft spot on your neck. You wiggle at the sensation and start to pant. 

“Even if you do, it doesn’t make you a monster,” Akaza growls against your neck and nips at the skin he’d been playing with. 

“Pull up your yukata and turn around.” He demands, letting go of your hair. You straighten out your sore neck and do as he ordered. Your cunt is bare for him to study now and he takes his time looking at you. “I didn’t think a human could be so beautiful everywhere.” He grazes the back of your thigh with his fingers and you flinch. You squirm and start to whine. 

“Please Akaza, I need your cock in my pussy. I can’t wait any longer.” You whimper, needy for his attention. Akaza grips your hips tightly as he pulls you back where your feet are planted in the dirt, knees resting against the ledge of the wooden platform. 

“Never imagined you’d be the one begging.” He chuckles. You wish you could see what he was doing, but you were too nervous if you glanced behind you Akaza would make you wish you hadn’t. “No need though, your pretty cunt was already begging me long before that beautiful mouth spoke.” You feel a warm hand spread your legs apart and then something pokes at your entrance. You bite back a moan as he works his tip into your folds. “I didn’t even have to warm you up YN, you’re already so wet for me.” 

“Shut up,” You groan and duck your head down in embarrassment. Akaza chuckles and thrusts deeper. A yelp sounds from you at the sudden presence of his warm cock burrowed deep inside you. 

“Did me killing that lowly demon turn you on that much?” He teases, sliding out only to slam right back into you. Moans are the only sound you can make at the moment. “You’ve always been a strange case, but for some reason, I can’t get you off my mind.” He confesses. Somehow you feel slightly insulted by his wording. 

“I-I just missed you.” You manage to reply. Akaza pauses for a beat before his grip on your hips tightens. 

“Fuck…” He hisses, pounding into you at incredible speed. The floorboards are creaking as your moans echo throughout your house. 

“Akaza, Akaza, oh my-shit,” You bite down on your finger, but Akaza slams into you.

“Uh uh uh sweetheart. Remember that promise you made? I want you to scream my name.” He pulls your arms behind your back then he rams his cock into you, the slapping noises and both of your moans filling the room. 

“T-too much, ngh,” You plead, he was too good at pleasuring you. More than you thought possible. Your eyes squeeze shut as Akaza reaches around with his free hand to play with your clit. “A-Ak-Akaza!” You cry out, voice shaking so much it cracks into a whine as Akaza slams deep into you and stays there. Your walls flutter around his cock as you see stars from straining so much. A shuddering waterfall of your climax causes your knees to buckle from underneath you. Akaza curls his arm around you and gently lays you on the ground. He pulls out of you and you hear the shuffling of clothes being pulled back on. Then quiet. You don’t have the energy to look up from where you lay on the floor. You were so close to your bed, yet too far. You could totally sleep here, it was fine. Suddenly the house feels like it’s buzzing as a warmth returns. 

“I stole cloth from some laundry and wet it at the stream. Here, let me clean you up.” Akaza moves your yukata out of the way and dabs the wet cloth against your folds. You hum in satisfaction with how wonderful it feels. “I’m finished.” Akaza alerts. You wonder if he’s about to leave again, but you feel his arms underneath you. He lifts you up and sets you down on your mattress. You sprawl out comfortably under your blankets. He lays down on his side with his head propped up by his elbow on the wooden floor. You lift up your blankets sleepily and beckon Akaza to join you. He smirks and shifts under them. 

“You killing that demon was pretty hot.” You mumble as you drift off to sleep. The last thing you hear is Akaza chuckle the warm way he does as you cuddle into his chest. 

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Trigun and Perfume: A Headcanon 🥸

summary: Roulette through the Macy's Perfume Aisle! What's YOUR favorite character's perfume smell?

characters: vash the stampede, nicholas d. wolfwood, meryl stryfe, milly thompson

A/N: i said i was gonna make a headcanon post about trigun and perfumes didn't i 🥸 i had fun actually putting my frequent times smelling the perfumes at the Macy's perfume section to wORRKKKKKKK,,, have i smelled all of the perfumes listed before? yes, my friends and I are fiends for perfumes hehehe so we usually gift them out for birthdays or holidays. maybe i'll make another post that includes knives, roberto, zazie, etc. but I'll have to go perfume smelling for them. Enjoy!~

Vash The Stampede

Dior Sauvage Elixir

top notes: Cinnamon, Nutmeg, Cardamom, Grapefruit

-Vash would totally wear this perfume my top headcanon

-I can see Vash not being a fan of overall too sweet scents, but just a tad bit.

-This is his main perfume to any occasion,,,,loves that people can recognize he was there by just his smell heellloooooooooo? o//o

-He runs through this like crazy, but he does have the mini version!

My notes: This perfume starts off with a woody, musky and earthy scent at the first spray but as it settles, it leaves a very honey-like faint after-smell that makes the knees jelly. How wonderful for the Humanoid Typhoon! pheromones whoooooo :P

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Versace Man Eau Fraîche

top notes: White Lemon, Rose Wood, Carambola

base notes: musk, amber, sycamore wood

-I can see Wolfwood lean more towards the woody yet aromatic/clean scents.

-Settles in well with his skin, giving the perfume a better twist with his own smoky/natural musk scent and the clean/fresh scent of the toilette mixing.

-Sprays once in a while, he's kinda broke :/ but it's okay! The bottle is a pretty nice size so it lasts a pretty long time!

-I didn't give him any deep musk scent bc mf already kinda has that smoker scent he's on his 100th pack atp

My notes: This scent delivers a faint musk smell but honestly it kinda reminds me of what the woods would smell like but amplified 2x if they were by a waterfall.

So moreover, if water smelled like a man. But honestly, I like this scent, it doesn't burn the nose like other man colognes/perfumes. Touché Undertaker!

Meryl Stryfe

Giorgio Armani Acqua Di Giolia

top notes: Lemon, Jasmine, Cedarwood

-Meryl is more of a fresh scent kinda person and this is that scent.

-It smells like peace tbh, and Meryl finds the fresh airy scent to it very comforting in the sudden chaos and trouble that always surrounds Milly and her.

-gets the smell of gun powder out of her nose palette.

my notes: if you're into very fresh scents that remind you of the nice scent of the sandy beaches or honestly like summer you'll like this one! Personally, this kinda reminds me of a freshly cut green cantaloupe(very specific hehe)

The tint of jasmine and lemon touches when you smell it give the calming effect it focuses on. Very Nice! Has to constantly rebuy bc she loses the bottle often

Milly Thompson

YSL Black Opium The Original

top notes: Black Coffee, White Flowers, Vanilla

-TOTALLY A MILLY SMELL

-LEGIT SMELLS LIKE A SOFT CARAMEL CANDY

-It's a very warm and sweet mix that I think she'll love smelling on her clothes and just generally the tint of vanilla in it.

-Honestly smells like flan,, or caramelized sugar :)

-tbh its my next perfume purchase They say it has coffee in it but it doesn't smell like it.

-I was torn between this perfume and the pink or green Burberry Her for Milly (the pink one smells like sweet strawberry yogurt and the green one smells like those lil containers of jellies that had little fruit pieces in them if you know you know) yes i have both of them

-But i found this to be a more fitting smell for her!

-Steal her jacket and it smells like Vanilla extract in the best way

My Notes: With a very caramel and vanilla smooth smell, this perfume leaves behind quite the scent of sugar and spice! A very sensual yet playfully smell of autumn! Nice taste Milly!

[the-glitched-daycare]

🔮🏁👁🎈📻

Combined all my agere themed blogs ( @ender-afton ) :3

JW and Roxanne Wolf are the caregivers of this blog :3

Glitchtrap and Kitpup are the age regressors/dreamers of this blog :p

And Alastor is the pet regressor/dreamer of this blog! He is also a flip

《_______🎈Jennywise🎈_______》

You can call me... Jennywise! I also have nicknames, Such as.... Jen, Jenny, J, JW. You can make up nicknames for me too!

I am fine with... Feminine and neutral names, Maybe some masculine ones, But unsure at the moment!

My pronouns are... Any and all! You can use neopronouns and xenopronouns for me!

My siblings are.... Pennywise, Nightwise, Lanawise, And Dawn!

I may seem scary, As I know what me and my twin Pennywise are known for. But do not worry, Kiddos! I am here to protect and take care of you, I promise :]

I am still getting the hang of things, So please be patient with me ^^'

I may post things in.... Red!

My tag for posts is: 🎈JW dances🎈

《_______🏁Roxanne Wolf🏁_______》

Hey kids, My name is Roxanne Wolf. :] You can call me Rox, Roxy, RW, Or whatever you feel like, As long as I approve.

I'm fine with most feminine terms, Go ahead with masculine or neutral names.

My pronouns are She/He/Race/Glam/Rock/Claw

I know I ain't seem like the best wit kids, But I will try, I suppose 👍 Gettin' used to this all like that clown Jen (Hey!)

Anyhow, May post things in green

And my tag will be: 🏁Roxy races🏁

《_______👁Kitpup👁_______》

hiii! :3 my nam iz kitpup! buh also am called ender n churro :3

me am a regressor n dreamer :p 0-3 n a kitty, doggo, wolf, deer, bat, red pandaa :3 an also caregiver

ma pronouns arrrre... thing/things

uuuuh am okay wit most names i fink? i tell if no okay wif 1

i duno wha i weally uncomfy wif buh if i fink ov sumthin i tell ou

ma sibby is river( @thetheosibilings / @riverissilly ) n my mama is rogueeee :3 (The regressor I care for is Naomi, I also take care of my sibling Kio)

iiiii migh type stuf in pink!

annnn ma tag is: 👁Kitpup belps👁

《_______🔮Glitchtrap🔮_______》

uuh, ello, am glitchtrap. or gliitch, gt... whatever..

I talk somewhat like big but my ways can get smalller overtime annd i add extra letterrs...

am like... 3-5? i think? regressor andd a dresmer

my pronouns... they arre... he/she/it/bun/pixel

i like beiin called bunny or little glitch... hehehe... :3

my caregiiver is ms flar...

uh, duno if i uncomfy with anythiin at the momentt? i guess i let you know iif there somethin..

may type things in purplle!

my tag is: 🔮Glitchtrap breaches🔮 and it may have (REGRESSING) at the end...

《_______📻Alastor📻_______》

"Ah, Hello, My dears! My name is Alastor, Though I hope you know me already! Perhaps from my radio show?"

"I believe I am a pet regressor, As they call it? I regress to a feline. I am also willing to be a carer!"

"My pronouns are: He/Ze/It/Hym/Rose - And I quite okay with any terms! If I find any I disliked, I will specify!"

"I do not have a handler from myself at the moment, As this is quite recent.."

"I suppose I will at times type things in blue on this blog... As two others have stolen my colors. (Sorry! We just got to them first)

"As for my tag, It will be...: 📻Alastor purrs📻"

[storiesoflilies]

ahhh thankyou for the tag my darling kairo!!! this was fun ehehe :3

favorite colors: neutrals, white is my all time favorite color!! beige is also just soooo pretty too!! i love pastels too, especially green n pink n blue. sage green is wonderful as well.

favorite genres: fiction, fantasy, sci-fi, and drama!

favorite movies: please refer to my about me page!

favorite series: house of the dragon, white lotus, anne with an e, sex and the city, sons of anarchy.

anime: jjk, demon slayer, castlevania, aot.

last song: a little death by the neighborhood (kairoooo!!! what a coincidence heheh)

last movie: house of a 1000 corpses (did not enjoy, only watched it because mr.lily wanted to watch a spooky movie for spooky szn)

currently reading: the tatami galaxy by tomihiko morimi.

currently watching: yakuza fiancé.

currently working on: metanoia pt2/hiraeth.

no pressure tags (not sure if some of you guys have done this already!): @bungalowbear @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @ayyy-pee and anybody else who would like to join!!

[blurrykageyama]

"Cute" Chifuyu x Reader

616 words

confess to chifuyu on the swings

reader is gender neutral

warning(s): a kiss

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It was early in the morning. The sun had just come up not too long ago, dying the sky all kinds of soft pinks and warm yellows. You sat alone in the park, on a swing, thinking about how you were going to confess to your crush but no matter how hard you tried, you came up with the same negative outcome; rejection.

You sighed, aggravated at yourself. “Why can’t I just tell him? He’s just a guy.”

As you continued to practice what you’d say, how you’d potentially be rejected, and scold yourself for being so childish, you heard a familiar voice.

“Y/n? Is that you?”

You quickly lifted your head, relieved that it was just your best friend, Baji. “Oh, hey, Baji.”

“Good morning,” he said as he took the swing to your left. He looked at you smiling, but it faded as he saw your face. “Oh, no. What’s wrong?”

“I’ve got a problem….” you mumbled.

“I’m sure I can help.” Baji smiled.

“It’s stupid but….I have a crush on…" you mumbled.

“Huh? I didn’t hear you. Who do you like?”

“......Chifuyu….” You replied louder.

Baji shrugged. “Oh, yeah, I could tell.” 

“W-what?” You immediately began to overheat.

"Yeah, I knew from the start. When you met him, your eyes turned to hearts."

"Baji, my eyes can't turn to hearts. That's physically impossible." You rolled your eyes at his exaggeration, trying to brush off the burning in your face.

"Well, yours did, ya weirdo." He chuckled.

You sighed. I thought I was being all inconspicuous and stuff….

“You were probably also thinking about and rehearsin’ how you were gonna tell him too, huh?”

You nodded.

“You don’t have to rehearse it, crazy. Just tell him straight up. Be confident, speak up, maybe bat your eyes a bit.” Baji winked.

You giggled.

He continued. “You don’t have to write it down or rehearse it because you always end up messing that up. Love isn’t scripted. Say what you feel.”

You smiled. "Thank you, Baji." You stood up and put your hands on your hips, "In fact, I'm going to tell him the next time I see him.

"What's going on? Y/n, why are you standing like that?" You jumped at the sudden sound of Chifuyu's voice coming from behind you.

“Chi-Chifuyu?! Ah…I mean, heyyy…”

“Well,” Baji hopped off the swing and put his hands in his pockets. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”

“B-Baji?” you mumbled after him. You sighed as he kept walking and sat back down on the swing.

“Don’t know what that was about,” Chifuyu said as he sat beside you. He looked over at you, making eye contact, green eyes seeming to try and search your mind.

“So, what’s up?” he asked casually.

“Ah…um…you…” You studdered.

“Hm? What’s wrong?” he looked confused.

Just go for it. 

“I think you’re cute.” You said quickly.

“Oh? You think I’m cute? That’s it? Nothing else?” Chifuyu teased.

“Don’t push it.” You replied, embarrassed and feigning irritation.

“Right, right…I think you’re cute too.”

You looked at him. “Really?” “Yep.” He smiled at you. “So…since you think I’m cute…you don’t mind if I kiss you, right?”

“No, I don’t mind, since you think I’m cute,” you replied.

Chifuyu smirked and leaned across the chains of the swing to your face. You let him cup your cheek and watched as he slowly brought himself closer. You closed your eyes. 

Your noses brushed as he turned his head slightly.

Your heart stopped as his soft lips locked with yours.

Unfortunately, Chifuyu soon pulled away. He looked at you, his hand still holding your cheek.

“So, cutie, does this mean I get a date too?”

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hehehe o((>ω< ))o

[masiy-blooms]

The Rabbit's game (Chapter 4: The knight, the solider, the poet, the mage and the ruler)

After killing some abstracted anomalies Y/n and Charlie were searching for survivors in this hellish game they found a boy with white hair and red highlights decapitating a corrupted being.

Y/n: h-hey...are you a survivor...?

???: yea....

Charlie: Thats a first mate! were growing a team by the minute!

???;heheh....the names Leo and you are...?

Y/n: Y/n and this crazy woman is Charlie...ummm if i may ask...cn you help us find salvation?

Leo: follow me...

30 minutes later Leo took them in a fancy looking airship saying it's for the survivors....as the two went in the saw strands of red ribbons everywhere and were...MOVING!?!

Charlie: Sour belt attack!!

Y/n: What the hell!?

Y/n began to shoot the ribbons with the gun they had in their satchel....it took almost forever...but they did it

Y/n: i think...thats all of them....

Charlie: *eating the mystery ribbons* Bleh! the smelled like candy but taste like bloody copper!

Y/n: c-charlie....ugh...nevermind...

The they saw a person in a black robe and did show they're face but asked them to walk to that door. and as they walked in thinking it was the exit....it wasn't but saw 5 people standing in front of y/n and charlie

They saw a boy with blue hair and was wearing a white jacket and a black and blue shirt, a girl with long black hair blue shorts and a black and red shirt and was wearing a panda mask, a young girl with yellow hair and was wearing a cute pink shark hoodie with shark slippers, a boy wearing a japanese attire while holding an oni mas, and a brown skinned girl with brown hair and purple highlights and was wearing a dark yellow and white cardigan with a red tie and green and yellow plaid skirt...and finally..the girl with pale skin..green eyes...white long hair and a small blue tophat..

Y\n: it's...the kids from the tv.....

???: sweet im already getting popular!

Charlies: state names...you

Marx: well well since your so nice ill go first! im mark the ultimate slayer of corrupted beings i play the role as the knight! the boy with blue hair said with confidence

Mui Shabana: im Mui Shabana i play the role as the poet....im the ultimate ninja.. The girl with the panda mask said in a calm voice yet skeptical

Makio gura: Hi im Makio Gura i play the role as solider! you'd think it was someone scary and tough but no im young! im the ultimate Idol! i love ramen,cute things! and waffles! said the young girl in the shark hoodie

Usagi shinda: im...usagi shinnda...i play the role as mage....im the ultimate...well...creator...and this is Shoto...he's the ultimate ghost whisperer...he plays the role as priest ... said the girl with the yellow cadigan

Shoto:........ he seems...skeptical and his stare was cold as ice...more scary than his oni mask he holds...

and the girl with the white hair looked at Y/n with an emotionless stare but with a faint smile...

Evelyn: greetings..im Evelyn waru...and we are the legendary fighters...and i play the role as Ruler the leader of my team....im so happy to see you

To be continued

[aalissy]

Kiss in the Rain

Another chapter of post-reveal, pre-relationship bc it’s my fave hehehe. There’s a slight bit of angst in the beginning though it def gets solved by the end ;). Lemme know what you guys think! 

AO3

It was raining. Storming, even. The thunder outside was so loud it shook her windows.

But none of that mattered to Marinette. Not whilst she was in the arms of her partner and best friend. They were curled up on her chaise, legs practically intertwined as they watched a movie on her laptop. Adrien’s hands were in her hair, carefully braiding it which sent lovely shivers up her spine.

She snuck a peek up at him, feeling her heart double its pace as she caught a glimpse of his face. Now that Marinette knew Chat Noir was Adrien, it almost made her wonder how she could have thought it was anyone else.

She still remembered her squeak of shock when they had accidentally detransformed in the same alley. The green light had faded away revealing Adrien, the guy she had loved for so long. Who was, coincidentally, also the guy she had been rebuffing at every opportunity.

And yet, as her eyes had widened with both horror and regret, Adrien’s had softened into something that almost looked like adoration. He had breathed out her name so sweetly. In a manner that she had never heard him say before.

When Adrien reached out, tugging her into his arms, Marinette had expected that this would be it. That they would finally kiss and their relationship would change from friendship into something more.  

That hadn’t happened, though.

Instead, he brushed that kiss that she had so desperately wished would land on her lips, onto her head. Her eyes popped open just as Adrien whispered, “I’m so glad it was you.”

And that was it. No undying declarations of love or, even worse, words of rejection.

Though it hadn’t quite been in the way Marinette had wanted it, their relationship did change. They became even better friends. Inside jokes were shared between them that no one else seemed to understand. Late-night meetings in each other’s bedrooms after transforming. And, even though it was bittersweet, they cuddled for hours on her chaise.

Marinette still longed for the day that Adrien really would pull her into his arms in a passionate kiss that neither of them could deny any longer. But after they revealed their identities, he had seemed to retreat. 

Akumas were treated with sole professionalism now. Gone were the days of flirting and playful banter. 

With a disgruntled sigh, Marinette burrowed further into Adrien’s arms, hoping that would soothe the ache in her heart.

“What’s wrong, Marinette?” he asked, pausing his ministrations in her hair.

She blinked, feeling her cheeks turn light pink. He wasn’t supposed to notice anything was wrong. But this was Adrien. They could read each other like a book. Picked up on each other’s moods like it was their own.

Shaking her head, she forced out a giggle. “N-nothing. I-I just don’t like this scene.”

Adrien turned her around to face him, a frown on his brow. “Marinette, that was not an I don’t like this scene sigh. That was an I’m unhappy and need my partner to cheer me up sigh.”

This time she let out a real laugh. “Well, good job, kitty. You’ve successfully cheered me up.”

Reaching up, she ruffled Adrien’s hair, feeling rather pleased when his eyes fluttered closed at the touch. Her eyes darted to his lips as they had so many times before. How bad would it be if she just leaned in? 

Quickly, Marinette yanked her hand back to her lap. She had to stop torturing herself with these thoughts. Adrien was her friend and that’s all he’d ever be. Looking down, she fiddled with her fingers, trying to calm her racing thoughts.

He tilted her chin up, the furrow between his brows deepening as he gazed down at her. “Okay, now I know something is wrong. It’s alright, Marinette. You can tell me. Whatever it is, we’ll fix it. Just like we’ve always done.”

Her heart squeezed. She so desperately wanted to tell him. But she couldn’t. It’d ruin their relationship forever.

Shaking her head forcefully, Marinette leaned back away from him with a grimace. “I-I’m fine, really.”

Adrien reached forward, trying to stop her retreat. Before he could, though, she stood up, starting to pace.

“Marinette?” he called out to her, halting her aggravated steps.

She turned back around, feeling her heart break as she looked over at his wide, hurt green eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” Adrien stood up too, conflicted about whether or not he should step closer to her or not. “I don’t understand.”

Marinette blew out a forceful breath, tugging her pigtails. The anger, frustration, and bitterness built until she just couldn’t hold it back anymore. “I don’t know either! This should be enough! It’s always been enough!” She gestured in between them. “B-but I don’t know! Everything’s so different. And it’s just too much!”

And not enough at the same time, she just managed to cut herself off from saying. Marinette bit harshly down on the tip of her tongue and instantly wished that she could take her words back as she saw Adrien’s face fall.

What was wrong with her? Why was she now hurting Adrien? The boy she loved with all of her heart. Feeling the anger give way to an overwhelming sense of regret, she took a step toward him. “A-Adrien, I-I...”

“No, no, it’s alright, Marinette,” he said, sounding like he had to practically choke the words out. 

She swallowed the large lump in her throat. She could feel the tears slowly begin to form in her eyes. She was such an idiot. 

Adrien slung his backpack over his shoulder, avoiding her gaze as he opened the trapdoor. “I-I’ll just leave, I guess.” Before he left, he shot her a quick glance over his shoulder, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

As the trapdoor fell back down with a clang, Marinette fell to her knees, hanging her head down as quiet sobs shook her shoulders. She buried her face in her hands, wishing she hadn’t said anything. Why couldn’t she just be happy with what they had?! Why did she destroy everything?!

Well done, Marinette, now you really have ruined our relationship.

“Marinette,” Tikki’s disappointed voice came from above her head. “What are you still doing here? Go after him. Explain what you meant.”

“I-I can’t, Tikki.” Marinette looked up, tears spilling out from her eyes. “He must hate me now. He’ll never forgive me for this.”

Her kwami sighed before floating down to place a reassuring hand on her cheek. “Marinette, I don’t think Adrien could ever hate you. But I also don’t think you meant those things you just said. And, because of that, I think Adrien believes that you don’t want him around. You have to go and explain. You don’t want him to think you don’t like him. Do you?”

Sniffling, Marinette shook her head. That sounded absolutely awful. It would kill her if she thought Adrien didn’t like her. She had to try and fix this. 

Slowly, determination filled her until she was running out of her room, shouting his name. She didn’t stop, even when she crashed outside the bakery door, rain mixing with the tears that were still streaming down her face. 

Squinting through the downpour, Marinette finally spotted him walking away. 

“Adrien!” she screamed, pouring as much energy as she could into her legs as she raced towards him. 

He stopped, turning around to look at her stunned. “Marinette?” he said her name in bewilderment.

She practically crashed into his chest sobbing. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it, I swear! This is enough. This has always been enough!”

Adrien stepped out of her embrace, shaking his hair, water droplets falling from the blonde strands. Her lower lip wobbled as the rejection hit her. He didn’t want her.

A bolt of lightning struck, lighting up the sky behind him.

“But what if it’s not enough for me, Marinette?” he said forcefully, dragging a hand through his dripping hair. “What if I do want more?! What if I’ve always wanted more and even though I’m trying to hold myself back from you it’s not working? Like you just said up there, it’s too much for you. So what if I push too hard and it’s too much and then I truly lose you? I couldn’t live with myself if that happened.”

Adrien hung his head down before glancing up at her, looking let a wet, lost puppy dog. “I... I can’t... won’t hurt you.”

Was... was he saying what she thought he was saying?

Pushing down the fear and hanging onto the hope that was dangling in front of her, Marinette rushed forward, pressing her lips to his. Instantly, Adrien’s arms wrapped around her waist as he clutched her to him, kissing her just as desperately.

Thunder boomed in the background, the sky continuing to drench them. Gusts of wind whirled around, causing Marinette to shiver in Adrien’s arms. But that didn’t matter. Because this was it. This was the kiss that she had wanted for so long.

Pressing closer, she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, scrambling for purchase on his wet skin. 

Was this really happening? 

Choosing to enjoy herself if this was really a dream, Marinette smiled into their kiss, feeling giddiness billow up inside of her.

Eventually, Adrien pulled away, resting his forehead against hers as he panted. “W-what was that? I-I don’t understand... I thought you just said it was too much.”

“I didn’t mean it.” She shook her head, trying to pour as much sincerity into her words as she could. “I have always wanted more. It’s always been you, Adrien. Always. I-I love you.”

His mouth crashed upon hers once more, barely giving her time to breathe as he pressed unimaginably closer. Once again, Marinette’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the wet strands. 

Perfection. This was perfection.

Adrien pulled back once more and she leaned forward, chasing after his lips. He chuckled before whispering, “I love you too, you know.”

Those words almost stopped Marinette’s heart, making her dizzy with relief. Before she could say something like how they should get out of this rain now, or could really use his black umbrella right now, his lips descended upon hers once more. 

Five more minutes, she thought as she kissed him back just as passionately. This was much too important to stop.

[buryme--inblack]

I think it’s very silly how I have the green heart emoji n your blog theme rn is like green n pink

WHOOPS SORRY I MISSED THESE SOMEHOW BUT YES :D HEHEHE

[lokiforever]

❤️Always there for you ❤️

Loki x reader

The reader is Loki’s wife.

You were laying in your and Loki’s bed in fever. Yes, you were sick. It was after Loki went for the mission last evening. He had to return today, by night.

It was already 5 in the evening and you were feeling way too weak to even stand up properly.

You sat up and after a lot of will you finally stood up and went down stairs in the living room. You picked up a chocolate and sat on the couch in front of the tv. You turned it on but closed it after a few minutes as it was making you feel even more tired.

You nibbled on the chocolate and laid on the couch. Soon after, you fell asleep. You woke up to the sound of the main door opening, as soon as it opened you saw Loki.

Loki : Darling, I'm home!

His eyes fell on you, laying on the couch. Nose pink, matching the color of your pink, red cheeks with heavy eyes. You stood up you felt the word darken in front of your eyes before it was normal again.

Y/N : Hey, Loki! Welcome home.

You smiled at him. His face was full of concern. He immediately came to you and helped you sit back down.

Loki : You need to rest, dear.

He kissed your forehead feeling your burning hot skin on his cold lips.

Loki : Oh Norns! You're burning, darling!

He said almost in a panicked way.

Y/N : Hey, hey...relax, love. It's just a common flu.

Loki : Ok...

He said, still not fully convinced.

Loki : Did you visit the doctor?

Y/N : Uhh.......

Loki : I know that look! You didn't, did you?

You shook your head.

Y/N : I was feeling way too exhausted to drive to the clinic yet alone go to the car.

Loki : Why didn't you call me??!!

Y/N : You were on the mission with the other avengers, remember?

Loki : It's not more important than you!

Y/N : Awwww....you're soooo sweet, Lokes!

Loki : hehehe. Come on let's go to the doctor.

Y/N : It's okay Loki. I'd be fine.

Loki : I know, but you have to visit the doctor.

Y/N : Ok, ok! First you go, freshen up. You just got back. Speaking of which, how was your mission?

Loki : It went on fluently.

Y/N : That's awesome to hear. You didn't get hurt, did you?

Loki : Oh, I'm fine. Anyways, those mortals were way too weak to even stand against me.

He says proudly.

Y/N : *chuckles* Amazing!............... Shit!!!

Loki : What's wrong?

Y/N : I have to go on a mission four days from now.

Loki : What?!!! Let me call Stark. I'll ask him to assign it to someone else.

Y/N : Calm down, mister ! I'll be fine till then..................hopefully!

Loki : But-

Y/N : It's fine, Loki, really! Go and freshen up.

Loki : Fine.....

He takes a quick shower and comes back to you.

Loki : Darling?

Y/N : Hmmm....

Loki : Would you like some tea before we go to the doctor?

Y/N : I'm fine,love. Thanks. I don't feel like having anything.

Loki : It'll help in curing sore throat. Just a little?

Y/N : I really don't want to drink or eat anything....

Loki : Fine! *sighs* what if I get you chocolates if you drink it? As many as you want?!!

Y/N : Really?! As many as I want? Some crisps too? *puppy eyes *

Loki : *chuckles*You naughty little minx! Fine!

Y/N : Okay! I'll have that tea!

He chuckles. His idea worked.

After a few minutes he came towards the couch with two mugs in his hands.

He placed them on the table and helped you sit up, the blanket still draped on your shoulders and head only opening your face and just enough of your hands to hold the cup.

Loki adored you, his sweet baby girl.

You carefully sipped your tea.

Y/N : It is great, Lokes! And soooo soothing!!

Loki : See! I told you it'd help.

Both of you chuckle.

Loki : Now, honestly tell me how you're feeling. Each and every thing.

Y/N : Umm......congested nose. Head and full body ache. Heavy eyes and fever.... only. Oh, and dizzy feeling sometimes. Nothing too serious.

Loki *with wide eyes and an arched brow* : 'Only'? Let's go, immediately.

Y/N : Ok...just let me change.

Loki : Umm......

He waved his hand and with a green shimmer your clothes were changed.

Y/N : You're truly amazing! *chuckles*

Loki *smiles*: Thanks, darling!

He takes you to the car and helps you sit down. He then rushes to his side and sits down.

He drives you both to the clinic.

At the clinic the doctor told you that it's a normal flu just like you said earlier and Loki let out a sigh of relief "Thank the Norns!" You guys got the medicines and drove back. After taking the promised chocolates. Of course.

When you two got home Loki set a warm bath for you.

*After the bath*

You were sitting on your bed with Loki when he stood up.

Y/N : Don't leave!!!!

You give him your best puppy eyes.

Loki: I'm not leaving, darling. Just going to get something for you to eat.

Y/N : I don't want to eat anything.

Loki: A little,please?

Y/N : Noooo Loki

Loki: You need to eat.

Y/N : I really don't want to...

Loki : Is that so?

Y/N : Mmhmm!

Loki : Ok, then

Y/N : Yayy

Loki : Just the fact that, I'll be taking your chocolates

You pout

Y/N : Noooooo

Loki : You'll have to eat dinner if you want them.

Y/N : What??!!!! But-

Loki: No but's

Y/N : Fine

Loki : That's my sweet darling!.

He turns and starts to go out.

Y/N : Loki?

He pauses in his place and turns around.

Loki: Yes, my love

Y/N : I love you

Loki : I love you too, sweetheart

He smiles and you mirror the action.

After 45 minutes or so he returns with a bowl of mac&cheese placed decently on a tray with a napkin, a fork, a spoon, and a cheesecake which he ordered online for you. You were simply lying in your bed, scrolling through your phone when you heard his voice and looked up while smiling like a child who met her favorite person after a long time .

Loki : Darling, Dinners ready. Mac&cheese on the menu.

Y/N : Really? I'd like to change my mind about not wanting to eat 'anything'.

He chuckled. And brought the tray towards you and placed it on the side table to help you sit up.

He took a spoonful and fed you after making sure that it wasn't burning hot.

Y/N : Mmmmmmm it's soooooooo delicious, Lokes!!!!!

Loki : Thanks, darling

After feeding you the dinner followed by the dessert, he gave you the medicines.

He then, helped you change into your night dress.

Y/N : Thank you so much, babe

He came out after changing into his night trousers and t-shirt when you thanked.

Loki : You're always welcome, darling....but what are you thanking me for?

Y/N : For everything! Yet alone existing. I can never imagine my life without you.

He smiled and kissed you but you pulled away.

Y/N : I can pass you the germs...

Loki: You can't pass me anything, sweetheart. I'm a God. These midgardian germs can't affect me.

He said before kissing you again.

He read to you while caressing your scalp gently as you laid on the bed head on his chest and arms wrapped around him. You loved him. More than anything. He was always there for you and always will be.❤️

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[sirenedeslily]

https://www.tumblr.com/sirenedeslily/771619680756596736/httpswwwtumblrcomsirenedeslily77051444908905?

MY BABY ANGEL GIRL!!!!!!!! COME W ME IN DECEMBER WHEN I GO AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! n i hope your leg is okay hehehe ,, i got adidas shoes that were customisable :3 i put in pink n green laces on the brown shoe and some pearl mini bows and one big pearl bow keychain!!! aaaand then we got some really pointy chopsticks like get me in the OR stat i feel like i can do surgery with these hehehe aaand i got some makeup from cosme n my fav mini city bag in silver!! its my baby i love it !!! n a mouse keychain cos my chinese zodiac is a mouse hehehehehe

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i love you, cool girl. IM GONNA STEAL UR SHOES PLS SEND PICS PLSPLSPLS ((((((: YOURE SO SILLY BABY 😭😭 and yes i’m ok, that was all the way back in 2016 :3 I LOVE KEYCHAINS SO MUCH AAAAAAAH.. i honestly have no idea what my chinese zodiac sign is /: