#i promise this'll have fluff

[chchchchiyo]

This place, once his prison, now has been transformed into a sanctuary. “Your defilement of holy ground… It seems as if your treachery knows no bounds” Narinder mutters, as he watches the slow, deliberate movement of the Lamb to transition the kits to the ground undisturbed. Lara lifts her head sharply, a wounded expression mocking the God as the other Kit is lowered to the stone. “Gasp! Narinder! You think so lowly of me!” Slowly standing up, she patted her dress down out of habit to keep her appearance clean. “This is still your realm; I just made it more homely.”

[thriftedtchotchkes]

his favorite girl, part i

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: joel agrees to teach you how to play guitar for a college course, but you can't keep your eyes off him long enough to learn. he really likes that.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, guitar teacher!joel, no outbreak, big age gap (reader’s 22, joel’s 56), slow-burn, sexual tension, finger kink, slight dubcon, touching, smut for later chapters, some fluff, mostly angst

word count: 3.3k

a/n: my first chaptered fic! dedicated to joel's fingers! i've been playing guitar a lot more lately so...yeah 🥲 thinking this'll probably be 3 or 4 chapters? as always, thoughts and feedback are always appreciated! hope y'all enjoyy

Don’t stare at his fingers. Don’t stare at his fingers. He’s doing you a huge favor by teaching you to play guitar in the first place. The least you can do is pay attention and stop staring at his fingers. 

But it’s a lost cause, and you know it, because you’d have no hope of learning without staring at his fingers. 

Even so, you’re convinced he’ll somehow know that’s not the real reason you’re watching them so intently. The way they hop gracefully from fret to fret, strings biting into his well-earned calluses, producing the most beautiful chords that ring out perfectly with every strum. 

It’s a wonder any of that is even possible for him. You don’t mean to knock his talent—he obviously honed his craft through decades of fine-tuning and dedicated practice—but his fingers are just so thick.

With your clumsy, beginner’s touch, you’re constantly fumbling with the strings, unable to press down hard enough or keep your other fingers out of the way for them to vibrate the way they need to. They just sort of…fizzle.

But there’s a finesse to how he plays. It also helps that his guitar is a lot bigger than yours. It's a totally innocuous thought, but it still warms your cheeks a little. A big guitar for a big man. Broad and tall, with those thick, thick fingers—

“Hey, you still with me?” 

You’re not sure when he stopped playing, but you really hope it was right before he said something. Otherwise, he definitely knows exactly what you were thinking about, and that would be humiliating. 

Not a great start to your first guitar lesson, but how were you supposed to know your teacher was going to look like that? When your music theory professor recommended him, he conveniently left that part out, which, whatever, makes sense. But it still would’ve been helpful to know ahead of time.

Joel Miller. 56 years old. Has a ton of experience and takes on very few students, so you should consider yourself lucky. That’s all of the information you were given before you stepped into his house this afternoon, and were greeted by possibly the hottest man you’ve ever seen. He was supposed to be your ticket to an A on your senior thesis. But you’re totally flubbing it.

“Y-yeah, sorry, just got a little distracted,” you laugh awkwardly, wishing you had said anything else but that. You couldn't be any more obvious if you tried. “Won’t happen again, promise.” 

He’s kind enough to pretend you’re not a filthy liar and taps the neck of his guitar to redirect your focus. “S’alright. We’ll just take it from the top. You remember the fingerin' for the first chord?”

You gape at him dumbly for a second. He’s kidding, right? You might as well leave now if he’s going to keep saying fingering with that devastating Southern drawl of his. 

“Um, yeah, I think so,” you sputter, lying for the second time in a row. You're struggling to recall anything from your lesson but, god, you can only remember his fingers, not their placement. With no confidence whatsoever, you press your fingertips down firmly on the three strings you think he showed you. “Here, right?” 

He quirks a brow. “You askin’ me or tellin’ me?” 

Ah, so he’s that kind of teacher. The 'learn the hard way', 'fail on your own until you succeed' type. Well, he’s about to learn that you’re not that kind of student.

“…Telling?” Your voice lilts with even less confidence. He chuckles, nodding at your finger placement.

“Let’s hear it, then,” he says expectantly, the slightest hint of a smile on his face. You can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but you’re about to find out. You strum slowly, and the sound reverberates around the room. 

Wrong. 

His smile widens just a fraction as you grimace, quickly wrapping your hand around the neck of the guitar to stop the horrible noises still playing from it. You look over at him, wincing, but he doesn’t seem frustrated. If anything, he seems patient.

“Not quite,” he shakes his head, moving his instrument out of his lap so he can shift closer to where you’re sitting further down the couch. The cushion dips with his weight, and you tip into him slightly, but he remains completely unfazed. “Lemme show you again—and pay attention this time, alright?”

You start to nod apologetically, but then he throws an arm behind you on the back of the couch, and all hope of retaining whatever he’s about to teach you goes out the window. Instead of showing you on his own guitar, he gestures for you to hold yours up, gently arranging your fingers on the frets.

His fingertips whisper against yours like he’s hesitant to touch you, softly tugging them into place before pressing down, showing you the right amount of pressure to apply. 

They feel just as warm and rough as you’d imagined, dwarfing yours by a long shot, and the realization makes your fingers accidentally twitch out of place. Your eyes dart up to gauge his reaction and lock with his, deep and brown, and very amused. 

“Doin’ alright there?” he teases, and now you know he’s on to you. You try to play it off, blaming it on your inexperience.

“Just haven't gotten used to using those muscles yet," you mumble, moving your hand away from his to flex your fingers. "Not sure I've ever had to stretch them like that before."

 "'m sure ya have. Probably just didn't realize it at the time. That kinda muscle soreness comes from prolonged repetition—repeatin' an action over 'n over," he explains in that syrupy-sweet accent, completely unaware of how his words are affecting you. "Bet ya use those fingers for a lot'a different things every day, just nothin' long or strenuous enough to leave you achin'."

You bite your lip to keep from reacting. He has to know what he's doing right now. How he sounds. This conversation is starting to veer into dangerous territory, but the weird thing about it is that he genuinely doesn't seem to realize that everything he's saying has a double meaning. To you, at least. You knew all this fingering talk was going to get you into trouble. 

"Uhh, yeah," you agree, side-stepping that line of thought to bring yourself back to the lesson, but it's getting harder to stay focused. "I guess I just thought playing would mostly be memorization, but there's a lot of physicality to it, too, huh?" 

"Yeah, s'pose that's true," he muses, looking down at the calluses on his own hand. This time you refuse to take the bait, your breathing already too shallow, heart nearly pounding out of your chest with how close he's sitting. But he’s still completely calm and collected. "Your hand hurtin' a lot right now?"

You shrug, inspecting your reddening fingertips. "Kinda, yeah."

"It's like that in the beginnin’," he says kindly. "But the more ya play, the tougher the skin gets, and ya won't feel it as much." 

He surprises you by taking your hand again, massaging the tender skin between his thumb and index fingers. God, that feels so much better already. The heat of his fingertips seeps into yours, soothing the painful indents left by the unforgiving strings, and you let out a breathy sigh of relief. 

You feel his entire body tense palpably next to you. It might be your imagination or just wishful thinking, but you swear you can feel his warmth radiating into your side, somehow even closer than before. Your brain’s starting to fizzle more than the sound of your shitty guitar playing, and the room feels a little hotter. Hazier, like a daydream.

"That feel good?" he murmurs, lips practically brushing the shell of your ear.

Definitely closer.

“Y-yeah, feels nice…really nice,” you stutter, voice lowering almost to a whisper as if you were sharing a secret. “The, um—the rest of my hand is a little sore, too. Is that normal?”

You can feel him grinning at your obvious attempt to get him to keep touching you, and he gives in easily. Surprisingly so, and it's becoming clearer that he's as into whatever's happening right now as you are. You’re not sure what happened to the unfazed man from before, but you’ll happily welcome this change in demeanor.

“Yeah, s’normal,” he trails down to your palm, engulfing your hand with his own. “Don’t worry, I'll take care of ya.”

Your eyes flutter closed as his thigh presses into yours, and the arm behind you lowers around your shoulders, his hand skimming the side of your neck. Shit, what is going on? You’re pretty sure guitar lessons don’t usually go like this, but you can’t bring yourself to dwell on it. Not when he feels this good.

Everywhere his skin touches yours feels electric, sending jolts up your spine, and making you forget where you are and what you were doing in the first place. He ducks down to press his lips to your bare shoulder, and your mind goes completely blank. 

All that's left is...sensation. Something dragging roughly across your skin, then soft—a little chapped—and wet. Sharp. You're abruptly aware of him sucking a hard bruise at the crook of your neck, soothing the sting with his tongue, and you're unable to stop the whimper that escapes your lips. It's soft and inappropriate. A single, hushed syllable.

"Joel."

He lets out a pained groan that rumbles from deep within his chest, and the hand around yours tenses. That boundless patience he had earlier feels like it's about to run out, and the thought makes your blood run hot. 

God, how is he real? How is this real? You just met this man—this much, much older man—less than an hour ago, and, yet, this is probably the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you. He continues to mouth up your neck, nipping at the underside of your jaw.

"What else hurts? Tell me, 'n I'll make it better," he mutters humidly, urgently against your skin. 

You want to tell him where it hurts the most. That unbearable ache between your legs, the burning in your belly that you didn't even realize he was stoking. But you're so wound up, all you can manage is a frustrated sob.

"Use your words, beautiful. C'mon, lemme hear 'em," he says as if you're his instrument, meant to produce dulcet tones and resonate at his hand.

"It—fuck...it—here," you drag the hand clutching yours down, next to where the body of your guitar rests on your thigh. Where you've already soaked through the thin fabric of your pants. "Joel...need you to make it better."

The gentle vibrato of your voice, the way it shakes tumultuously around his name, and even more so when he cups your heat. His lips return to your throat to feel it, to taste it as you moan for him. And those fingers. You knew they’d feel good, and they’re so close to where you need them. Just a little bit more—but there’s still too many layers between you and his rough touch. 

“M-more…need more, just—,” you whine, and he mirrors the sound back at you raggedly.

“‘Course, beautiful. Told you I’d take care of ya, didn’t I? 

You're too far gone to even notice yourself desperately grinding into the palm of his hand, or the fingers at your cheek turning your face toward his. 

Or your guitar quickly slipping out of your lap, more and more with each swivel of your hips. It hits the carpet with a hollow clang and, suddenly, the spell is broken. Then, it all comes crashing back. 

He’s saying your name, but he sounds...different. Less breathy, less needy, and more like your patient, collected guitar teacher. Joel Miller. 56 years old, remember? Way too old for you, for your body to be reacting to him like this, and the man whose help you still desperately need to help complete your thesis.

Your eyes snap open and you realize with abject horror that you’ve been daydreaming this entire time. You can’t even imagine how long he’s been trying to get your attention while you’ve just been sitting here, fantasizing about his hands on you. 

Not even ten minutes ago, you promised you wouldn’t get distracted, but you did. Again. And so much worse this time.

By his furrowed brow and the way he won’t even look at you, you must have accidentally said something out loud, too. Something totally inappropriate that you really shouldn’t have. But then, his hand twitches and your blood turns to ice. 

That—fuck, that's not where it was before you zoned out. It was still on yours, arranging your fingers on the frets for the chord he was teaching you. He…he was asking about your hand, if it hurt, and then—

As if you’ve been burned, you quickly release his hand from where you’re clutching it between your legs—not just in your daydream, but in horrifying actuality. You’re screwed. 

Not only is he probably going to kick you out of his house and refuse to be your teacher anymore, but he’ll likely tell your professor. And he’d have every right to. There’s no way you’ll be able to get anyone else to teach you after this.

The reason you’re here, everything you’ve worked so hard for, flashes before your eyes, catching fire and turning to ash. Your love for music, your degree—in the span of a single guitar lesson, you destroyed all of it.

And what would he think? Your father, your inspiration for choosing this path. He’d be so disappointed in you, though maybe not as much as you are right now. 

All of this for what? The attractive, middle-aged guitar teacher you’ve known for less than an hour? He doesn’t even want you and, even if he did, that’s not what you came here for. Stupid, stupid. 

You can feel his eyes on you, but you can’t bear to look at him, to say anything at all. Instead, you lean down to retrieve your guitar from where it still lies face down on the floor, and slowly stand up. 

“I, uh…,” you croak out, fighting the urge to cry and look like even more of an idiot. You shake your head, unable to finish your sentence, and start to walk away, but then something miraculous happens.

Joel’s hand shoots out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist to keep you from leaving. You turn back to him, eyebrows raised in shock, dropping your gaze to where his skin is touching yours. He doesn't let go. 

“Look—,” he starts, and you wince. It’s never a good sign when someone starts a sentence like that. If all he’s trying to do is let you down easy, he shouldn’t have stopped you. He’s just shaming you even further. “—‘m not too sure what just happened here, but if you just—if ya sit back down, we can talk about it or…just keep goin’ with the lesson…”

You didn’t see that one coming. 

“You want me to stay?” you ask dubiously. “Why?”

You search his eyes for the answers to all of the things you’re not understanding, but come up with nothing. He’s sitting on the couch watching you, still holding your hand like nothing’s wrong. Acting like none of this is a big deal, as if you didn’t basically just shove his hand down your pants without his consent.

“Still got a lot to teach ya. We didn’t even get through the first line of music,” he chuckles, his voice filled with such kindness. So much more than you deserve. 

“Yeah, and that’s my fault. I—,” you pause, still trying to gather your thoughts, “—I crossed a line…made you uncomfortable. You really don’t have to do this.”

He sighs, rubbing his thumb soothingly into your wrist, and the gesture makes you shiver. Somehow it’s calming, even as the gears continue to turn in your head. You still can’t seem to grasp any of this or shake the feeling that there’s something wrong with this picture. 

“Well, isn’t this supposed to be a favor for some big, important grade? Don’t ya need this to pass your class?”

He’s not wrong. Without his help, you’re basically fucked for the rest of the semester.

“Yeah, I...actually really do,” you answer hesitantly.

Hope blooms in your chest. Maybe your thesis isn’t totally lost. If you’re lucky, maybe you’ll even be able to focus on your lessons.

“I think we can keep this professional. Don’t you?” he implores, brows raised.

He’s right again. That’s the only way this is going to work, but it’s still a reminder that he’s not interested in you in the slightest. You’re not sure why that feels so bad.

“Totally,” you breathe out, but your expression must betray your words because he rushes to reassure you.

“It’s not that I—look, I mean…you’re a beautiful girl ‘n all, but…,” he trails off, and…what?

Beautiful. He can’t have just said that out of the blue. Beautiful, of all the words he could’ve used to describe you right then. This man is driving you crazy—and he won’t stop.

“Can’t help feelin’ like maybe I gave ya the wrong impression. I took advantage of ya,” he looks away, pained, like this was all his fault. You have no idea how he came to that conclusion, but he’s got it all wrong.

“What—no. No, if anything, I took advantage of you. You were just trying to be a good teacher,” you shake your head furiously. “Look, I did this. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t pull away, now, did I?” 

His eyes meet yours again, darker than before, and you know for a fact you’re not making it up this time. The setting sun is casting shadows around his living room, across his 80s-style leather couch and carpet, illuminating every one of his handsome features. 

And, yet, his eyes are black, endless voids that threaten to consume you. Whatever power he has over you feels dangerous. You knew you couldn’t have imagined it all. 

But it's gone as quickly as it came. He clears his throat, dropping your wrist as if he finally came to his senses. Your patient, unaffected guitar teacher is back.

“I, uh, think maybe that about wraps it up for today,” he says with finality, standing up. “It's already eight, anyhow. You should head on home.”

Gently plucking the guitar from your hands, he zips it up in its case and gives it back to you. You nod, feeling grateful, but cautious...and also extremely curious. His hand finds the small of your back, leading you to the front door, and you try your best not to react as his fingers urge you forward. 

You know you’ll be thinking about them later tonight, even though you really shouldn’t. About them finishing what you started earlier, taking care of you like you still want him to. Part of you hopes he’ll be thinking about yours, too. 

His hand drops and he turns to you with a small smile, leaning on his arm against the doorframe. 

"But, uh, same time tomorrow? And maybe put in a little practice time before then—stretch out those fingers so you're ready to play."

“Sure,” you reply breathily. “Same time tomorrow.”

thanks for reading! part ii coming soon 🥰

(p.s. how are we feeling about finger sucking...okay bye)

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝘼𝙂𝘼𝙄𝙉 || a spencer reid series

“You don’t what you got till it’s gone my dear… so tell me that you love me again.”

summary: A dark alley and a moment of weakness was all it took for that night to be your last. Death was scary, but no one tells you about the part where you wake up in your bed alive and well the same day you died.

status: ongoing

word count: 1132

genre: time travel!au, happy death day!au, time loop!au, friends-to-lovers, slow burn; smut (maybe), fluff, angst, hurt/comfort.

warnings: heavy angst, murder, death, graphic descriptions of violence, the reader lightly describes a case that includes murder, torture; suicide, main character death but not... (to be added)

a/n: well hello there, friends! yes, this is another series. yes, i am aware that i already have a series i need to finish but nevertheless, here's the thriller that i promised almost a year ago, and there's still gonna be romance of course!

i apologize if anything plot wise is inconsistent, i'm kind of flying by the seat of my pants with this because i've been craving to post a series once more!

i don't really have a posting schedule nor any idea when this'll be finished, i'm really doing this just for fun! i also have no idea if anyone has done this before, and if there are any similarities, they are complete coincidences!

masterlist | AO3

prologue

chapter 1 - deja'vu

chapter 2 - nightmares are real

chapter 3 - unavoidable

chapter 4 - past, present, and future

chapter 5 - to the end

chapter 6 - even if i tried

chapter 7 - no i in team

chapter 8 - closing in

chapter 9 - then there was one

chapter 10 - a gun, a killer, and a backup plan

chapter 11 - again

[nickgurl4life]

✦PAGES✦ chapter two

CW: pure fluff, tutoring, a confession, and a first kiss!!! (note this takes place about a month of him tutoring her)

Summary: nerd!matt finally gets the guts to tell popular!reader He likes her during a tutoring lesson. Will she feel the same?

Announcement: no announcement, but I hope you like chapter 2! If you have any requests on things to happen during this series, the inbox you shall go. Just a disclaimer, ik its happening fast but I promise this'll still go on till at LEAST 6 chapters, nothing less.

Word Count: 2.4k (only words)

Today was the day—Matt had finally decided to confess his feelings for you. His stomach churned with nervous energy, his hands clammy as he tried to muster the courage to speak his heart. Sure, he was the nerdy one, always buried in books and equations, but he wasn’t oblivious to the way you’d smile at him, laugh at his jokes, and lean in just a little too close during your tutoring sessions. You’d been flirty—at least, he thought you had—and it gave him hope. Maybe, just maybe, he had a chance. You were perched on the edge of his neatly made bed, a familiar routine at this point. His room smelled faintly of mint and cedarwood, a comforting scent that matched his calm but focused demeanor. The walls were adorned with a mix of posters—some for indie films you’d never heard of and others showcasing complex mathematical formulas you pretended to understand. Matt stood by his desk, the hefty textbook open in front of him, flipping pages with a practiced ease. "Okay, so we went over this section yesterday, but I think we should review it again," he said, glancing up at you with a nervous but hopeful smile. You nodded, mirroring his energy, and leaned forward slightly, resting your chin on your hand as he began to explain. You caught a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, a subtle shift in his voice, and you couldn’t help but wonder what was really on his mind.

As the session went on, Matt’s usual confidence with the material began to waver. He stumbled over words he knew by heart, his hands fidgeting with the edge of the textbook. You noticed it almost immediately; he wasn’t the type to get tripped up by something as simple as a definition. His cheeks were tinted pink, and he kept avoiding your gaze, his eyes flicking between the book, his desk, and the floor like they held the answers to his turmoil. It was endearing in a way, watching him struggle with emotions instead of equations for once. “So, um,” he began, voice quieter than usual, “about this example problem…” He trailed off, his fingers nervously tapping the corner of the page. You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head in curiosity. “Matt, are you okay?” you asked, your tone softer now. He swallowed hard and let out a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Totally fine,” he lied, clearly not convincing either of you. The air between you grew heavier, charged with unspoken words. He finally set the textbook down, the thud breaking the silence. His eyes met yours briefly before darting away again, his resolve visibly crumbling under the weight of whatever he was about to say. “Actually,” he muttered, almost too low to hear, “there’s… something I need to tell you.”

You sat up a little straighter, your curiosity piqued. Matt wasn’t one to beat around the bush, so whatever this was, it had to be important. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his fingers now gripping the back of his chair like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. You waited patiently, giving him the space he clearly needed to collect himself. “I, uh…” He paused, exhaling sharply as if trying to expel the nerves threatening to consume him. “This isn’t exactly easy to say, but I feel like if I don’t, I’ll regret it forever.” His words hung in the air, trembling with vulnerability. You blinked, unsure of what to say, so you stayed quiet, allowing him to continue. He finally looked at you, really looked at you, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity you hadn’t seen before. “You mean a lot to me,” he began, his voice steadier now but still soft. “I know I’m probably not your type, and maybe I’m way off base here, but… these past few weeks have been amazing. Getting to know you, helping you—it’s been the best part of my day. And I just…” He hesitated, running a hand through his hair, his nerves momentarily breaking through again. “I like you. Like, really like you. More than just a friend or your tutor.” He let out a shaky breath, his words finally out in the open. “I know I’m not the smoothest guy, but I had to tell you. Because if there’s even a small chance you feel the same way… I’d kick myself forever if I didn’t take it.”

The room felt charged with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. Matt’s confession hung in the air, vulnerable and raw, and for a moment, everything seemed to stand still. His cheeks were flushed, his hands trembling slightly as he awaited your response. You could feel the weight of his words pressing on you, the quiet tension wrapping around you both like a thick fog. He was looking at you, waiting for something, anything—just to know if what he had put out there had a chance of being returned. You were popular—always surrounded by friends, the center of attention at school, the one everyone noticed. Matt, on the other hand, was quieter, more reserved, the kind of guy who spent his time buried in books. You’d never really thought of him as more than just your tutor, but there had been moments—moments when his shy smiles and the way he made you laugh without even trying made something shift inside you. You swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. Matt had always been the reliable one, the smart guy you could count on, but this... this was something different, something that had the power to change everything. “Matt…” you said softly, your voice uncertain. The way his name slipped from your lips felt heavier than usual, as if carrying a weight you hadn’t realized was there. His face, which had been filled with hope, seemed to waver, a flicker of disappointment passing through his eyes as he waited for the rejection he was sure was coming. You could feel the eyes of the world on you, though no one else was in the room.

You knew what people would think—What is she doing with him? Why would someone like her want someone like him? The pressure was suffocating. You were expected to be with someone popular, someone who fit into the life everyone thought you should have. But in that moment, all those expectations felt like noise—distant, unimportant. “Matt,” you repeated, your voice firmer this time, “You don’t have to apologize for how you feel. It’s just… I wasn’t expecting this.” You stood up, crossing the room to where he was standing. The air between you seemed to crackle with tension, but you felt something else too—something that wasn’t fear, but something like curiosity. You saw him look at you, his eyes full of uncertainty, and your heart gave a small lurch. You had always prided yourself on having control of the situation of knowing what people expected and delivering. But with Matt, that control slipped away, and for the first time, you let yourself wonder about the possibility of something different. “I don’t know what this means yet,” you said, your voice softer now. “But maybe we should find out, together. No pressure, no expectations. Just… us.” For a moment, it looked like Matt didn’t believe you—his eyes were wide, his mouth parted as if he were waiting for the punchline of a joke. But then, slowly, a smile began to creep across his face. It wasn’t the nervous smile he’d worn before, but a genuine one, the kind that made his eyes light up, and in that moment, you felt your own heart flutter.

You’d never thought you’d find yourself in this situation. But maybe, just maybe, the kind of person you thought you should be with wasn’t the one you really needed after all.Matt’s smile, tentative and full of relief, made your heart race. The uncertainty that had clouded your thoughts earlier started to clear, and you realized something: You’d been afraid. Afraid of what people might think, afraid of how your life might change. But more than that, you’d been afraid of your own feelings—feelings you hadn’t allowed yourself to acknowledge, not fully. As Matt stood there, his nervous energy slowly being replaced by a hint of hope, something inside you shifted. You had always been the girl everyone expected to have it all together, always confident, always in control, but in that moment, none of that seemed important. All that mattered was what you were feeling right now, standing in front of him. And maybe for once, it was okay to let go of the mask you wore for everyone else. You took a deep breath, the weight of the moment pressing down on you, and you moved closer to him. His eyes followed you, uncertainty clouding his expression again, but you could see the faint glimmer of hope there, too. You knew he was still waiting for you to say something more, something that would make this real.

“Matt,” you began, your voice steady but softer than usual, “I wasn’t expecting this. I wasn’t expecting you… or how I’d feel about you. But I guess that’s the thing, isn’t it? We go through life thinking we know what we want, who we’re supposed to be with, and then—” You paused, trying to find the right words. “And then something happens. Someone happens. And you start to realize that maybe it’s not about fitting into the mold everyone expects. Maybe it’s about feeling… this.” You stepped closer, feeling your pulse quicken as the distance between you both closed. His eyes widened as if he were still trying to process what you were saying, but you could see the shift—the recognition in his gaze. “I’ve been scared,” you admitted, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “Scared of how this would look, scared of what people would say. But then I realized, I don’t really care about that anymore. I care about how I feel when I’m with you.” Matt opened his mouth as if to speak, but you gently placed a finger on his lips, stopping him. “I like you, too, Matt,” you said, your voice quieter now, but filled with the weight of everything you hadn’t said until now. “I really like you. More than I thought I could. And maybe I didn’t see it before, but I see it now. I want to see where this can go. With you. No more hiding behind what I’m supposed to be, or who I’m supposed to be with. Just… us.”

The air around you seemed to still, and for a heartbeat, you both stood there, staring at each other, letting the magnitude of what you’d both just confessed sink in. Matt’s expression slowly melted from disbelief to something softer, warmer, his lips curving into a smile that made your heart skip a beat. And then, finally, he spoke, his voice low and full of wonder, “Are you sure?” You nodded, a small, genuine smile spreading across your own face. “I’m sure.” The tension between you both felt palpable, the silence heavier now, as if the world was holding its breath. Matt stood in front of you, his eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes, his body slightly tense. For a moment, he seemed almost unsure, like he was still processing everything you had both just admitted. He cleared his throat, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I…?” he began, his words hanging in the air. He hesitated, unsure if he was pushing too far, but his gaze never left yours, waiting for you to say something—anything. You could see the vulnerability in him, the way his lips parted as if he was bracing for rejection. Your heart softened, and without thinking, you reached out, brushing your fingers over his arm in reassurance.

The contact seemed to ground him, and slowly, he leaned in, his hand gently resting on your cheek. You nodded, your breath catching in your throat. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice a little unsteady. “I want this too.” At that, Matt closed the remaining space between you, his lips meeting yours with the gentleness of someone who was savoring the moment, careful and deliberate. It was a kiss that felt like a question at first, a soft exploration of what you both had been too afraid to admit until now. And when you kissed him back, just as softly, it became the answer—a quiet, perfect confirmation of everything that had been building between you.As you pulled away, the world slowly came back into focus, the air around you charged with the weight of everything that had just happened. Matt’s forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing a little heavier, the quiet hum of your shared moment still lingering. His hand remained on your cheek, tender and warm, as if making sure you were still there, still real. You met his gaze, searching his eyes for the same thing he was probably looking for in yours—reassurance, certainty.

So... what now?” Matt asked, his voice soft but filled with that familiar, hesitant warmth. His smile was small, but there was something different about it now—a quiet, genuine confidence that wasn’t there before. You couldn’t help but smile back, the uncertainty that had once filled the space between you both now replaced with something steady, something unspoken. “Now?” you echoed, your voice light but full of meaning. “Now, we’re... together, I guess.” Matt’s smile widened at the simplicity of your words, his hand slipping to your side as he pulled you in for a brief, comforting hug. “Together,” he repeated, as if testing the word on his tongue. “I like the sound of that.” You stayed there for a moment longer, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside fading into the background. For once, there were no doubts, no expectations—just the quiet certainty that you had taken a step forward, together. Matt pulled back slightly, his eyes soft with a quiet joy as he looked at you. “This feels... right,” he said, his voice filled with relief, and you couldn’t help but agree. The weight of everything that had been left unsaid was gone, replaced with the simple truth that you were no longer just two people in a room—you were something more, something real.

I TRIED TO MAKE THIS AS DETAILED AS POSSIBLE LOVES 🤍🩵

Dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

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[mikachacha]

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛) 𝙿𝚝. 2

Synopsis: Your relationship with Bada is starting to get rocky, especially after that encounter with Howl.

Warnings: manipulation, gas lighting, love bombing, toxic relationships and behaviours, angst, some light fluff

(A/N: So yeahhh this'll be one hell of a rollercoaster ride)

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 1 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 2 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 3 | Part 4 |

Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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You sat opposite Bada, the silence is deafening as you waited for her to explain what the hell just happened and why she didn't mention Howl to you. She sighs and drummed her fingers on the table as she could feel your gaze on her, waiting for her to speak up. Bada met your gaze, reaching to hold your hands and placing kisses on them.

"Baby.. You know that I love you, right? You know that I'm just so set on protecting you and your feelings and the thing with Howl.. I didn't tell you because I thought it wasn't too important. He's nothing, he was just a summer time thing. We dated a bit before I moved to the states but that was it. I cut all my contacts with him, didn't talk to him and didn't even see him until now.. Please don't be mad at me and forget him.. He's no one important." you looked at Bada, you wanted to obey her when she said to forget about Howl but then Bada has been acting really strange ever since you got to Korea. She's been weird and all the things that happened made it hard for you to process your emotions, her words. Everything overwhelmed you.

"I'm tired.. Can we just go home? I wanted to sleep." you told her and she nodded, calling over the waiter to order food to take out so she could take you home.

"I'm sorry baby.. This is all my fault. I promise I'll make it up to you, yeah? I'll make things better. How about we go home, watch some movies while eating the foods I ordered until you fall asleep? I'll even give you a massage so you can relax. We'll be watching your favorite movies or that series you told me about a few days ago. Anything for my baby to make up for everything that happened today and because she deserves it." Bada really knew to say the right words whenever you're upset. Knew how to push all the right buttons to sway you to her. She knew she succeeded when she saw that faint smile ghosting your lips and the excited nod you gave.

When the food arrived, she immediately paid for it before she stood up, wrapping her scarf around your neck as she said she didn't want you catching a cold from the cold autumn air. She grabbed the bag full of food and held your hand with the other before leading you outside and to her car. She opened the door for you before placing the bag at the backseat. She made sure that you're comfortable in your seat before she got on the driver's side and began driving back to her parents' house. It felt like everything was normal again, you and her singing along to the song playing as she drove, laughing along to some jokes and just having a good time trapped in your own little world.

Bada did everything she said she was gonna do with you. The moment you set foot inside her room, she immediately got to work on making the bed comfortable for you, she even grabbed some drinks and a few snacks from the kitchen before playing the series you were really looking forward to watching with her. She'd feed you food, place random kisses on your cheek and your lips when she found it too boring that got you giggling as you snuggle to her side some more. You felt like you're the luckiest girl in the world to have a sweet and very caring girlfriend. Bada even joined you on your skincare routine before you went to sleep just to make you feel so special since you've been practically begging her to do skincare with you.

The next morning, you were up early. You wandered to the kitchen and saw that Bada's mom was cooking breakfast. You asked if you could help her and she agreed which made you feel really happy. It was a bit of a struggle since you don't know Korean that well and she doesn't know English that much but the both of you had a great time talking and cooking together. After everything was done, you helped her set the table and knowing Bada won't be up for another 30 minutes, her mom took out the photo albums and showed you childhood pictures of Bada, even telling you some embarrassing and silly stories from your girlfriend's childhood.

"What are you guys looking at?" Bada asked when she walked in the kitchen and found you with her mom, looking through the photo albums. You just looked at her, a playful grin on your face as you mouthed 'baby pictures' to her. Her cheeks turned red upon realizing and tried to get her mom to stop showing you her childhood pictures but it was too late. You laughed and patted her back, telling her she was a very adorable kid.

Breakfast went by smoothly, you and Bada's mom got along really well. She even asked if you and her could bond over cooking meals which you happily agreed to. It's one way to reconnect to your roots and maybe if she likes you enough, she'd accept you as Bada's girlfriend. Bada told you to get ready for the day as she's meeting with some old friends and that she wants to bring you along. You were pretty excited and got ready after helping Bada's mom clean up after breakfast.

You put on the best casual outfit you could pull off and Bada couldn't help but snap some pictures of you together with you looking so pretty so she can send it to her group chat with her friends. You headed out together and she met with her friends at some restaurant downtown. They were very nice to you, especially Lusher and Tatter. There were some guys as well but you couldn't really remember their names.

It was good at first, all of you laughing together and just enjoying it but then they switched to speaking Korean. You could understand a little but it was hard for you to keep up so you just sat there awkwardly. You held Bada's hand under the table but she quickly took her hand back and went back to talking to her friends. You did your best to not cry there and just stayed quiet the whole time. You felt alone even though you're there with a lot of people. You barely knew them and your girlfriend could care less about you, she couldn't be bothered to check if you're okay or include you in some conversations.

You couldn't take it any longer so you excused yourself, saying you're not feeling well and told Bada you'll just wait in the car. You hurriedly got out of the restaurant and went to the parking lot to just sit in the car. It was much better than being inside there with them but no one is talking to you nor acknowledging your existence. Not five minutes later, you saw Bada storming towards the car and she didn't look too pleased.

"What the fuck was that for?! That was so embarrassing Y/N!" Bada blew off and you were taken aback. You were expecting her to check on you, see if you're okay but you were proven wrong. She's yelling at you for embarrassing her in front of her friends. You couldn't take it any longer, your tears fell as you got out of the car to face her.

"Oh yeah?! That was embarrassing?! You know what, fuck you! I don't know what your purpose is for bringing me here with you. I don't know why you thought it was a damn good idea bringing me with you to see your friends if you're just gonna discard me! I felt so alone there! I was sitting with people who are practically strangers to me and you didn't even give a shit if I'm okay, if I'm doing good or if I'm still comfortable while I sat there in silence not knowing what to do and you let go of my hand as you chatted with them!" you yelled back at her and Bada was a bit shocked when you raised your voice at her. It was like she was snapped back to reality before pulling you in a tight embrace. You tried to get away from her but you were too weak. You just cried and sobbed in her arms, her whispering sorry to you. You begged her to drive you back to her house to which she did.

The whole drive back was filled with silence except for your sobs and sniffles here and there. You feel like shit, you wanted to go back to the states and pretend nothing happened but you also didn't want to leave Bada. Even though your whole relationship is in shambles right now, you couldn't bring yourself to leave her. So with a shaky breath, you placed your hand above hers on the steering wheel which made her look at you for a moment.

"I'm sorry.." you told her, your voice a bit hoarse from all the crying and for yelling at her earlier.

"It's okay, baby.. I love you.." was her response. Not 'sorry' which you wanted to hear but at least she still loves you, right?

[fawnfictions]

Saw the thing of the monkie trio with reader who falls asleep in random places and.... can I ask for the same but with Red Son?

Platonic is fine but..... maybe also a lil bit romantic? :3

sleepier findings

— red son x gn!reader

ofc ofc ;P

i'm actually happy you requested red boy for this, this'll be fun hehe

;; romantic, fluff, no warnings.

RED SON

- the first time he finds you sleeping in some weird location, he sputters and his brain short circuits.

- what... what are you doing, sleeping in a GUTTER?

- he is IMMEDIATELY picking you up and taking you to either his house, or yours.

- don't worry, if yours is closer, he has a spare key ;))

- he's very concerned about your wellbeing, though; similarly to MK, he'll be worried that you aren't sleeping properly, or that you lack the proper vitamins that you need.

- prepare to be bombarded with questioning when you wake up.

- listen,, he just wants to be certain that you're okay <//3

- will scold you if you're sleeping somewhere public,, like if he ACTUALLY found you in a mf'ing gutter, he'd lose his temper a little, "You could've fallen into the Spider Queen's lair! And you're clothes are all dirty—you don't know what's touched the gutter!"

- after a while, he'll start keeping a closer eye on you, and checking up on you in case you've put yourself in danger.

- if you fall asleep in bad places a little too many times, he'll make you promise to be more careful.

- but, the times he finds you in safer places, like in Pigsy's Noodles or in his own house, and he's a lot calmer about it.

- call him weird for it, but he likes to stare at you as you sleep; you look so peaceful, and he adores the little expressions you unconsciously make.

- if he's been in his workshop all day, where you've kept him company off to the side, and he turns around about to call it quits for the evening and you're asleep?

- he might give in to the possibility of cuddles.

- ONLY at times like these, though; he's got a reputation to keep up as the Demon Bull King's son, and he can't be caught slacking like that ❌❌

- either way, he'll sneak a kiss on your head, though.

- if anyone catches him doing it and points it out, he'll fluster SO BADLY and nearly drop you.

- cue him yelling, causing you to stir, and shutting himself up in fear of waking you.

- he will go off at anyone who dares to even threaten waking you up, you need your sleep? you're GETTING your sleep >:(

- he'd be a great cuddle buddy, though.

- but he's reluctant to—Red Son hesitates with PDA in general, he's going to be very unsure about any sort of cuddling.

- it's easier to convince him if he's been busy all day, or if he was particularly annoyed about something/someone.

- he's very warm, given that he's a fire demon, and it is WONDERFUL for winter, horrible for summer.

- you'll wake up hot and sweaty in the worst ways, but you'll fall asleep like a baby.

With a sigh and a wipe to his forehead to rid it of a buildup of sweat, Red Son admired his work. He had spent all day tinkering in his workshop, busy on producing a vehicle to counter the Monkey King's little successor.

As much as he cherished inventing as a hobby and a skill, without you to keep him company, he'd definitely be far from completing it; easily growing bored when working on the same part for hours. Your wilful chattering and teases were keeping him sane, albeit that he constantly comments that it 'distracts' him.

Speaking of you, he realised that you hadn't spoken a word for the past ten minutes. Whilst you may have simply gotten distracted by another of his creations, he knew you well-enough to be doubting the chances of him turning around to you being anything but conscious.

And, as expected, he whipped his head around from where his back was facing you, attention caught on closed eyes and light breaths.

Lo and behold, your body—on the floor, curled up around the leg of a chair that he kept down here on the, not unusual, occasions that you would join him. The position didn't seem particularly... Uncomfortable, as your head was supported by the cushioned seat of the chair, but Red Son couldn't imagine that the concrete floor would be as soft.

Whilst tutting at your state, he stepped towards you. Leaning down, Red Son wrapped his arms under your legs and across your back, supporting your head in the crook of his neck. He couldn't lie; he loved carrying you, it boosted his ego to hold you like the innocent mortal you were.

He briefly gave a light kiss to your forehead, smiling down at your peaceful expression and holding back coos at the quiet snores you let out. He continued to the door, pushing in open with his foot and electing to finish up and close it later on. He had more pressing matters to attend to, at the moment: you.

You, who had softened his heart enough to lead to him carrying you towards his own bedroom with the intent of sneaking a cuddle in with you. A light blush dusted his cheeks, somewhat embarrassed at the prospect of snuggling to you whilst you were already asleep.

It wasn't as if you hadn't consented to it; countless times had you awoken, playfully scolding Red Son for not cuddling up to you to 'keep you warm', or to 'protect you from the bed bugs'.

Therefore, as he gently placed you atop his mattress, stealing another kiss from your forehead, he moved to the opposite side and pushed himself close to you. Red Son pulled the blanket up, ensuring the both of you were equally covered and that you seemed comfortable enough.

His face only grew hotter; carefully gathering you in his arms. Unconsciously, you grasped his shirt in your sleep, shortening the distance between your bodies until he was pressed up against you. He barely held himself back from stuttering at you.

Accepting his fate, albeit never planning on rejecting it, Red Son wrapped his arm over your side and felt you nuzzle your face into his chest. The exhaustion he felt from his hard work, matched with the peacefulness you seemed to radiate, he, too, found himself drifting to sleep. With red cheeks and a genuine lift of his lips, Red Son slipped out of consciousness with you in his arms.

[blackdollette]

hii! omg okay so i absolutely love your works and your writing style and i wanted to know how you started up writing on here because i’ve been wanting to for a while but have no idea how to start 😣

thank you so much for this question! I'm gonna answer it in detail and feel free to dm me if ur confused abt anything!

OLIVIA'S (almost) COMPLETE WRITING GUIDE!

the basics.

i'll start off really easy. to begin, find someone (preferably famous). if this person is in any films, watch a few to get a taste of a couple different characters. this will help you form a hyperfixation to a character. this will be who you write for. for me, it's rory culkin & spencer reid. from here, now we can get to the fun part.

your aesthetic.

your theme is the next thing that will draw in an audience. I'm completely aware of the trillions of different aesthetics in the world, but more popular ones tend to draw a larger audience (odd, I know.) currently trending aesthetics include 2014 grunge (shades of black, pink, and lots of soft filters), coquette (pastel pinks and soft cremes, can be followed with slightly disturbing content), and my favourite, gothic. (falls into 2014 a little. i include themes from my favourite album. music will draw in a crowd too.) but this part is extremely flexible, so choose any style that you want!

friends & your fandom.

one of the best things you can do to give your account a kick start before even starting is to make friends in a fandom. reblog fics you like, leave kind comments, "sneak" into dms and leave encouraging messages. this'll earn you some followers and supporters right off the bat. if you're comfy with it, tell your friends outside of tumblr to follow you too (but I totally understand where that can get messy, so no pressure.)

writing + visuals.

now we're getting to the good part. fanfics are categorized into 3 main parts: smut, fluff, and angst (all I'm sure you've seen on my page.) smut is sexual stuff, fluff usually has a more cozy atmosphere around it, and angst is all the gut-wrenching stuff that really tugs at your heartstrings. as you write for either one of these things, keep in mind that your visual should support whatever the theme of the fic is. idk how long you've been supporting me, but ever since the start (august 2023) I have included some sort of visual in my content. first I only used gifs and ordinary fonts, then I branched out and began putting together my own photos and making the title match. your visual will reflect the quality of your writing.

when writing for anything, second person is usually my go-to (you went to the store, you took a walk, etc). it is the most commonly used perspective and prevent any confusion for the readers. when writing smut, there are certain words and phrases that'll be good with readers, and some that won't. when referring to the vagina, "cunt" and "pussy" will do better than "coochie" or "bearded clam" (yes, I've actually seen that used in a fic). when writing angst or fluff, create a mood by using sensory words that paint a picture in the reader's mind. practice this by googling good descriptive words and weaving them into your fics. this'll boost your writing by a ton, trust me.

conclusion.

this was a lot to take in, I know. when I first started publishing fics on this account, my content was far from good, but I promise you will improve as you go. remember to pace yourself, don't force yourself to write if you just don't feel like it. any writer on this app will understand that feeling. leave your inbox open most of the time to receive good ideas from your supporters, but let them know if you ever need to close it because of an excessive workload. i don't know if you're in school, but finding a good balance between schoolwork and writing fics is a huge part of this whole thing too. thank you so much for the wonderful ask, and my dms are open if you have any more questions.

xoxo, olivia.

[chocolatehouse]

EVERYONE you have to go read Glow Gold by BelleCrow on ao3 immediately. It's got everything a merthur fic could want. writing? top tier. characterization? on point. fluff and smut? fuck yeah it's there. Merlin being a snarky little shit who's an absolute badass? hell yeah and Arthur fucking loves it. post-Camlann fix it? this is what the show should've ended with. magic reveal and love confessions and magic ban lifted and just I swear people you don't have to listen to another word I say but I promise you this'll be worth your time.

and this fic needs so much love it's hiding in the shadows and needs to be given a fucking SPOTLIGHT

[sungbeam]

requests, the third round

a/n: yk,, i always say im not good with requests, but sometimes, i really do just need a whole system reboot and to look at other people's ideas 💀 so this is me trying 🤸‍♀️

NOW OPEN FROM TODAY, SEPT. 5TH TO FRIDAY, SEPT. 8TH !! NOW CLOSED

some ground rules:

✶ remember that i am Not Good At Requests. if i don't end up getting to yours/give up on them, then i'm sorry. if u want a guaranteed fic, u prob shouldn't come to my inbox :')

✶ this is my mainly sfw blog; pls keep all requests pg-13, suggestive at the most. here's a sample of how far i'm willing to go for the sake of readers on this blog.

✶ i'm very much willing to write about death, grief, violence, and blood, to an extent. pls do not send a request romanticizing toxic and/or abusive relationships, bc i will delete it.

✶ i write fem reader at default, but i am very much open to gn reader too. just be sure to specify!

✶ would i write a love triangle? a love square? a love octagon??? (yes, i'm bringing this back) if u want it, and i have the energy for it, lmk LMAO

✶ ONCE YOU HAVE SENT IN A REQUEST, i will update this post below the cut with requests i've received so far. pls check there for if i've seen your ask :]

how to request:

send a prompt(s)/au/song inspo/etc + genre(s) + desired idol boyo(s)!!

— i'll write for anyone from the EIGHT groups i have a masterlist for LOL (prob an emphasis on tbz but maybe this'll get me back to ncity, who knows)

— some prompt ideas: dialogue. question starters. fluff. hozier for vibes. from a villain. werewolf by night quotes.

request queue!

— if u told me i don't have to use all the prompts, i still put them down just so i have all the ideas in one place ^_^

lee hyunjae x "you feel like home to me" x debut/predebut era — from anon

jung wooyoung x "i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me" x "there’s nothing sweeter than my baby" x fluff, suggestive — from @jaehunnyy

lee hyunjae x e2l x "i don't understand why you have to torment me every second of the day! you were a sweetheart when you left, obviously life happened and now you're a devil! what the fuck, lee jaehyun?!" x "you don't understand how i think of you everyday when we were apart" x "i'm not saying that i'm using you but could you fix me? put me back together?" — from anon

kim sunwoo x e2l x spy au x angst x "working together again, it’s just like old times." x "clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place." x "the only one who gets to kill you, is me." x "enemies make the best lovers, you know. " x "why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood?" — from @shakalakaboomboo

hwang intak or yoon keeho x “it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break.” x hurt/comfort — from anon

eric sohn x bffs2l x "was that your first kiss?" x "you can kiss me, you know." — from @mosviqu

eric sohn x “i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you” x “promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up?” — from @ericlvr

lee sangyeon x spy au x "what are you doing out here by yourself?" x "you gonna be a good girl for me?" x "they're dangerous? well unfortunately, so am i." x suggestive/action — from @winterchimez

choose an idol boy 😋 x actors au x e2l x happy ending by svt — from 🌷 anon

idol boy selection in progress x corpse bride au x horror — from 🌷 anon

lee juyeon(?) x soc/helnik au x "i fell in love with the fire long ago." — from @hqrana

xu minghao x "when i was a child, i heard voices… some would sing and some would scream." x "i’m standing in the ashes of who i used to be." x shang-chi au x angst and/or comfort — from @tranquilpetrichor

jacob bae or ji changmin x hozier's francesca x hurt/comfort, angst x a love that endures — from @zzoguri

ji changmin x new year's day (taylor swift) x fluff, comfort — from anon

jacob bae x band au x secret muse/songwriter au x vancouver by big naughty x busking — from @hongyangi

choi chanhee x e2l x she fell first, but he fell harder trope x banter/teasing — from @richasdiary

lee hyunjae x royalty au x poor girl/servant girl x royalty/prince au — from anon

lee hyunjae x bad boy good girl trope — from anon

kevin moon x older brother's best friend x secret relationship x "good morning, sleeping beauty." x "is that my shirt?" x "you look good like this." x "are you trying to get us in trouble?" x "are you sure this is a good idea?" x fluff, suggestive — from @confuchan

lee juyeon x "we can't keep doing this" x bffs 2 lovers — from anon

choi beomgyu x heartbreak girl by 5sos x angst, uber fluffy ending — from @loveliestfelix

lee jeno x best friends 2 lovers x dress by taylor swift — from anon

eric sohn x hands by flatsound x angst with or without a happy ending — from anon

eric sohn x “is that my shirt?” x fluff/suggestive — from anon

lee hyunjae x "you can hold my hand, if you want." x zombie apocalypse au — from anon

kim sunwoo x sweet nothing by taylor swift — from anon

[gold-onthe-inside]

Story idea: Piper and Spencer exchanging gifts cuz I’m so curious how/when he got a bishop charm necklace. The one he has in the Haiti chapter.

warnings: not required, just fluff

Spencer shoved his hands into his pockets for warmth as he stepped out onto the porch, snow falling around the Hotchner house as the sun set on Christmas Day, a chill falling over him as he waited. She'd promised she'd be on time, and she would've called if she knew she was going to be late. An engine rumbled and relief settled in his chest as a familiar bike rolled down the street, coming to a stop at the curb. He took in a sharp cold breath as she pulled her helmet off and set it on the handle, swinging her leg off the bike before rushing towards Spencer. "Sorry, I'm not too late, am I?" she asked harriedly, tucking hair back away from her face. "Prophet's even slower behind the wheel than you," she added, grinning as she leant up to kiss his cheek.

"I thought dating meant you couldn't be mean to me anymore," Spencer said, pouting slightly and Piper reached into the pocket of her leather jacket, pulling out a small red box with gold ribbon tied around it.

"Then maybe this'll make it up to you," Piper replied, handing it to him and Spencer frowned, taking it and undoing the bow, shaking the lid off to find a necklace with a bishop charm inside and his lips parted in suprise, cracked from the cold.

"I..." Spencer looked at the necklace, then at Piper, then back at the necklace. "Piper, I don't know what to say."

"In a good way or like that time Derek got you elf themed socks for Secret Santa?" Piper asked, wincing.

"In a good way," Spencer said, a breathless laugh spilling from his lips and Piper leant on her tiptoes to kiss him and his arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand holding the box. Her scarf tickled at his neck, her leather jacket cold against him.

A wolf whistle erupted from behind them, initiated by none other than Derek Morgan walking out onto the porch, Emily and Penelope right behind him and the young lovers broke apart, Piper fixing Derek with a glare while Spencer blushed.

"You made it!" Penelope squealed, tackling Piper into a hug which she returned. "And here I thought we'd have to cut the turkey without you."

"Like you'd ever let me forget it if I missed it," Piper replied, kissing Penelope's cheek before letting go.

"Come on, you don't wanna miss Jack opening his presents," Emily beckoned, swinging an arm around Piper's shoulders and guiding her inside. Spencer took one last glance out at the picturesque suburb, wondering if they'd ever end up with a life like this.

[slytherinshua]

Reunited (pt. 2 to Infamous Together)

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. secret agent au. exes to lover ig? ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: bullet wound mentions? kissing. lmk if i missed anything. not proofread but i might edit later idk. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: taehyun x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 1.8k. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: this is pt 2 to infamous together!! if you haven't read that go read it first cause idk if this'll make any sense otherwise sdkfjs.

“I still love you, Y/n.” 

“What?” You blinked at him, your brain not really processing anything since the moment he had kissed you. He had barely touched you in the past 2 years unless it was in a fight, but just 5 seconds ago, his lips were pressed against yours.

Your hand was still resting on his cheek after wiping away his tears, but you suddenly pulled it back. You didn’t want to fight with him. That was about the last thing you wanted to do. But you did have questions. A lot of questions. You weren’t sure when the best time to ask them would be, but you also didn’t feel like you could wait for the answers for much longer.

“Tae…” You started, using the shortened version of his name like you always used to do. It got his attention better than anything else, his heart speeding up at the sound of you calling him that again for the first time in years.

“Tae…” You started, using the shortened version of his name like you always used to do. It got his attention better than anything else, his heart speeding up at the sound of you calling him that again for the first time in years.

“Yes?” He responded, anxious to hear whatever it was that you wanted to tell him.

“First, promise to answer me honestly. I don’t know whether to trust you anymore, but I want to. I want to trust you, Tae.” You reassured him. He nodded, and his right hand trailed over to your left, fingers just barely grazing yours.

“I’ll answer honestly. I promise.”

“Do you mean it? When you say you still love me? Is that… why you tried to help? Or do you just not want another death on your conscience?” You asked, your frame getting smaller and your confidence wavering as your shoulders caved in slightly. You felt like you were a deer in the headlights, unsure of what his answer might be. 

“Why do you ask that when I said I did?” He asked softly, “I wouldn’t lie about that.” Hearing his honest answer made your heart clench. He really hadn’t changed.

A smile graced your face for the first time since you had woken up. Taehyun adored the sight.

“I missed you.” You hummed, surveying your hospital room properly for the first time, “How long am I gonna be stuck in this room? Cause I’m not gonna let 1 bullet jeopardise my career— that’s absurd.” You said it completely seriously. 

Taehyun started laughing and you couldn’t figure out why. You hadn’t said anything with the intent of being funny.

“Why are you laughing?”

“It’s a relieved laugh…” He spoke gently, “I’m so glad to have you back.”

You looked at him as if he had gone crazy, “Just because I’m in a hospital bed doesn’t mean you get to be all lovey dovey and gross on me. I will still hit you.”

“That’s not fair.” He pouted slightly, and you smacked him lightly on the shoulder. “That wasn’t as hard as I was expecting.” He murmured in a teasing tone, ducking quickly when you raised an eyebrow as if offering him another hit.

“I’m just joking. I’m in no condition to fight anyways.” You said sadly, staring daggers at the IV needle hooked up to your arm and bandages wrapped tightly around your torso. 

“You’ll be out of here soon,” Taehyun assured, and you sighed, looking over at him. 

“You look worse than me,” You quipped, tousling his blond hair slightly, “Have you eaten since I was shot?” You asked, your worry growing when he didn’t respond, “Have you drunk water?” Still no answer.

You shook your head slightly, tsking at his choices and pressing the call button. The nurse rushed in immediately, thinking there was a problem with you and that you needed emergency treatment or something.

“Nurse… Kim.” You said, trying to read her tiny name tag from 12 feet away, “Before you freak out, nothing is wrong. I’m actually fine.” You said, giving her a quick thumbs up from your position, “But this guy here,” You placed your hand on Tae’s head, ignoring his glare from you messing up his hair again, “He has made some questionable choices. You can get some food and water for him, right?” 

The nurse nodded, very confused but your assuring smile seemed to convince her that you really were fine. Once the nurse left, Taehyun opened his mouth, probably to protest, but you wouldn’t allow it.

“Tae, your lips and cheeks have almost no colour, and you look like you haven’t slept in days. No offence, cause you know I think you’re still hot, but you look awful.” You said pointedly, a small smile growing on your face as his mouth shut again. He couldn’t argue with that if he tried. You were right, after all.

He hadn’t eaten a proper meal since he was in the hotel before the mission, which was several days ago. And water had become a small priority while he had waited anxiously for you to wake up for 3 days. He had only taken tiny sips when he could spare it, and even then he didn’t really want it. His lack of sleep was the most obvious, and you were bewildered as to how he had stayed awake for this long.

The nurse came back quickly with bowls of steaming food and a couple water bottles placed on a tray. She set it down on the side table, turning back to you two, glancing down at Tae’s hand that was still clutching yours tightly with a smile, “Your boyfriend wouldn’t leave your side for the three days you were out. He looked like he wanted to knock me clean dead when I suggested that showering and putting on a fresh change of clothes might make him feel better, but I convinced him eventually.”

Taehyun looked down, squeezing your hand a little tighter. He wouldn’t focus on anything else except you, and he was completely ignoring the food and water. You thanked the nurse and she left the room. Once she did, Taehyun looked up again.

“Eat.” You said sternly, removing your hand from his to cross it over your chest. He didn’t protest since you had told him to, he picked up the tray and started eating.

“Is it any good?” You whispered, having laid down on your side, your head now resting comfortably on the pillow so you could still look at Tae. He nodded, eagerly gathering some rice and soup on the spoon to give to you. He blew on it carefully, making sure it wouldn’t burn your mouth before feeding you.

You stifled a laugh, looking away from him even though you found Taehyun’s focus on this little task to be adorable. The food was good, for hospital food anyway. It brought back some life into you, but it made you drowsier than before.

Taehyun finished the meal, picking up the tray to go wash it at the sink in the corner of the room. You watched him because you didn’t have anything else to do, but you felt your eyelids starting to close. You kept them open until Taehyun came back over. With your hand grabbing his wrist, you carefully scooted over on the bed to make room for him and tugged slightly, urging him to lie down next to you.

He was hesitant, “Are you sure there’s enough room? Won’t you be uncomfortable?” 

You shook your head, “I just want to sleep,” You mumbled drearily, “with you.” You added, pulling his wrist again. He gave in easily, just like he always did. He just wanted to do whatever you wanted since you were the one recovering.

You closed your eyes once your head rested comfortably on his chest. It was such a welcome position to be in after so long. You hadn’t realised how much you missed it until now.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked, his hand brushing your hair back softly.

“Very.” You placed your hand on his chest, right where his heart was. It was racing. You really did still affect him the same way.

You fell asleep faster than you ever had, probably a combination of the medication and your beaten up body resulting in low energy and fatigue. Taehyun glanced over at your face once he felt your breath deepen. You looked so calm— like you had just brushed off the fact that you had been shot just days before. He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before drifting off to sleep as well.

//

10 months later.

“We should get the strawberry ones, cause they look like hearts.” Taehyun said, smiling.

“But the marshmallow ones are bunnies-”

“But the strawberry one will be tastier.”

“But-”

“And it has a higher nutritional value.”

You groaned, “Fine, we’ll get the strawberry ones.” You brought two of them up to the counter and paid them along with the two drinks. Now it was time to go to the rooftop. 

Taehyun was all smiles and sparkling eyes as he arranged the food and flowers on the ground where you would sit. You didn’t let it show too much, but you loved going on dates like this. Making it as cliche and heart-meltingly romantic as possible fit so well with your boyfriend… and secretly you as well.

The contrast between Taehyun right now and Taehyun when on the job was jarring. He was in a soft t-shirt and wide-legged blue jeans, his hair blowing softly in the wind, plus you had managed to tuck a flower behind his ear. But just 3 days ago he was suited up in his gear, intimidating and scary-looking. Other people would find it weird, but you found it charming.

You sat down beside him once he had set everything up, pulling him close by the waist and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. He giggled, picking up one of the little strawberry cheesecakes and taking a bite.

Everything seemed perfect and beautiful. Just you and him.

You talked and ate, all the while you rested your chin on his shoulder and fiddled with the small diamond ring on your left ring finger. You couldn't wait to see Taehyun with a matching one. You kissed his cheek as he was saying something, making him pause and look at you.

He hummed, raising his eyebrows softly.

“Just a kiss. That’s all I want.” You breathed. He joined his lips to yours again in a kiss - long and sweet and perfect.

Until it got interrupted. 

Taehyun’s phone rang, then yours did as well. You were forced to pull apart, both answering the calls simultaneously. You glanced at Tae. He looked at you. He nodded. You smiled.

You hung up, cracking your knuckles and jumping up, “Time to go, I suppose.” You grinned, packing up the lunch quickly and heading back to the company building. It was time for another mission.

[cebwrites]

Hey!

If it's not any trouble, would you entertain a certain little sewer rat's request? Just a little thing, I promise.

Imagine Law with Kirin, and Law just got home from a 12 hour shift that went past *beyond* that. And, well, dead on their feet, simply wants a gentle head scratching from Kirin. Or perhaps to lay on Kirin's lap, to recharge?

a/n: YAAAAAAA MY BOYSSSSS 😩😩💦💦💦 it took a while to get into the groove of it but one little thing of lawrin fluff coming right up 💕

recharging after an exhausting shift (Law)

oc x canon, he/they law word count: 0.4k

The jingle of keys don't register in Law's mind as they cross the threshold into a familiar darkened hallway, mind still buzzing with static from a too-long workday. Days? How long was it since they last rested their eyes? On the cab ride home maybe, but that hardly counted as rest, let alone anything substantial.

He scratches under Cookie's chin when he comes to greet them, purring up against their worn jeans. Law heaves a heavy sigh as he scoops the household monarch into tired arms - never too tired for kitty cuddles though.

They're home.

Law carries Cookie into the living room where the cat leaps from an oh so loving hold and way too many forehead kisses to curl up against his other parent's side, curled up snug in the comfortably worn groove in their old couch.

"You're home," Kirin smiles, sleep-laced and disheveled but no less glad to see his partner after far too long.

"I am. What are you still doing up?" Law hums at the trail of kisses roving up his neck, a gentle rumble from their throat not so unlike the sound of Cookie's pleased purrs. The cat in question stares at his dads, almost unamused, now that Law had fully occupied his seat next to Kirin.

"Recchan has to be up early and I didn't want to disturb him. Kept tossing and turning without both my big strong mascs."

Law rolls their eyes, neglecting to mention that Kirin was the tallest among the three of them anyway. No, he's far too tired for that right now. All Law wants to do is rest their head in their lover's lap and pretend they won't have to clock in for yet another double-digit shift come sunrise.

"Don't you wanna sleep in an actual bed?"

"Mmno, we'll wake up Reiji. Lemme close my eyes for a while here."

"This'll make your back pain tomorrow worse, you know," Kirin's voice comes light and airy like the tenderness of his fingers combing through Law's hair, like he's far away.

Law only presses his face deeper into Kirin's torso, uncompromising on their decision to relocate. Kirin sighs, slightly exasperated but could never actually fault his partner for this - the two of them only had so much time together with Law's busy doctor's schedule as it were.

Kirin feels the exhaustion in their bones practically seeps into the couch and on the floor, Law slumbers unperturbed even as he runs his thumb over their cheek and through their side burn. Disturbing such an angelic (in a scruffy, haggard medical practitioner kind of way) image would surely be a sin.

Just for tonight, he'd let it go.

[yandereandreaders]

Fandoms and characters I will write

So first off, I need to clarify that certain characters will ONLY be platonic while others can be both. Drawing wise, I will only do the fandoms I list here but I will draw any that's not listed as well.

Other Notes, I can age or deage character. Characters can be shipped with other canon or the reader, i don't mind doing either. You should clarify what exactly you want; fluff, angst, flanst, yandere, nsfw, and so forth. You can even give specific details for the reader.

Also, feel free to give plot, suggestions, and just in general whatever. I want to get back into writing so it'll take me time but I promise I will get things down eventually. I will force myself haaa. Though if a plot really interests me it'll most likely get done quickly, but i'll make sure to also do things in order!

Aus are a go! As long as I know about them orrr I am able to look them up. Just tell me where to find it at least when requesting as there are also multiple source for certain things so which one you referring to.

Or even in fnaf's case, which variant of the character you want. If not specific, I will most likely just do their original form unless I have a idea for a different one. Orrrr maybe I'll just do multiple if I'm feeling up to it

Not sure what else to add but yeahhh. This'll definitely get updated as I get more interested in new shows/games and characters so keep an eye out!

🌺: Platonic

🌹: Romantic

🔞: NSFW

Homestuck:

Aradia Megido 🌺🌹🔞

Damara Megido 🌺🌹🔞

The Handmaid 🌺🌹🔞

Tavros Nitram: 🌺🌹🔞

Rufioh Nitram: 🌺🌹🔞

The Summoner: 🌺🌹🔞

Sollux Captor: 🌺🌹🔞

Mituna Captor: 🌺🌹🔞

The Ψiioniic: 🌺🌹🔞

Karkat Vantas: 🌺🌹🔞

Kankri Vantas: 🌺🌹🔞

The Signless: 🌺🌹🔞

Nepeta Leijon: 🌺🌹🔞

Meulin Leijon: 🌺🌹🔞

The Disciple: 🌺🌹🔞

Kanaya Maryam: 🌺🌹🔞

Porrim Maryam: 🌺🌹🔞

The Dolorosa: 🌺🌹🔞

Terezi Pyrope: 🌺🌹🔞

Latula Pyrope: 🌺🌹🔞

Neophyte Redglare: 🌺🌹🔞

Vriska Serket: 🌺🌹🔞

Aranea Serket: 🌺🌹🔞

Mindfang: 🌺🌹🔞

Equius Zahhak: 🌺🌹🔞

Horuss Zahhak: 🌺🌹🔞

Darkleer: 🌺🌹🔞

Gamzee Makara: 🌺🌹🔞

Kurloz Makara: 🌺🌹🔞

The Grand High Blood: 🌺🌹🔞

Eridan Ampora: 🌺🌹🔞

Cronus Ampora: 🌺🌹🔞

Orphaner Dualscar: 🌺🌹🔞

Feferi Peixes: 🌺🌹🔞

Meenah Peixes: 🌺🌹🔞

The Condesce: 🌺🌹🔞

John Egbert: 🌺🌹🔞

Jane Crocker: 🌺🌹🔞

Rose Lalonde: 🌺🌹🔞

Roxy Lalonde: 🌺🌹🔞

Dave Strider: 🌺🌹🔞

Dirk Strider: 🌺🌹🔞

Jade Harley: 🌺🌹🔞

Jake English: 🌺🌹🔞

Sonic:

Amy Rose: 🌺🌹🔞

Rust Rose: 🌺🌹

Black Rose: 🌺🌹🔞

Thorn Rose: 🌺🌹🔞

Blaze The Cat: 🌺🌹🔞

Cosmo: 🌺🌹🔞

Cream The Rabbit: 🌺

Dr. Eggman: 🌺🌹🔞

E-123 Omega: 🌺🌹

Espio: 🌺🌹🔞

Infinite: 🌺🌹🔞

Knuckles The Echidna: 🌺🌹🔞

Renegade Knuckles: 🌺🌹🔞

Knuckles The Dread: 🌺🌹🔞

Gnarly Knuckles: 🌺🌹🔞

Manic The Hedgehog: 🌺🌹🔞

Marine the Raccoon: 🌺🌹

Mephiles The Dark: 🌺🌹🔞

Metal Sonic: 🌺🌹

Miles "Tails" Prower: 🌺🌹🔞

Tails Nine: 🌺🌹🔞

Sails Tails: 🌺🌹🔞

Mangey Tails: 🌺🌹

Princess Sally Acorn: 🌺🌹🔞

Rosy The Rascal: 🌺🌹🔞

Rouge The Bat: 🌺🌹🔞

Rebel Rouge: 🌺🌹🔞

Batten Rouge: 🌺🌹🔞

Prim Rouge: 🌺🌹🔞

Scourge The Hedgehog: 🌺🌹🔞

Shadow The Hedgehog: 🌺🌹🔞

Silver The Hedgehog: 🌺🌹🔞

Sonia The Hedgehog: 🌺🌹🔞

Sonic The Hedgehog: 🌺🌹🔞

Sticks The Badger: 🌺🌹🔞

My Little Pony:

Twilight Sparkle: 🌺🌹

Applejack: 🌺🌹

Fluttershy: 🌺🌹

Rarity: 🌺🌹

Pinkie Pie: 🌺🌹

Rainbow Dash: 🌺🌹

Spike: 🌺🌹

Apple Bloom: 🌺

Scootaloo: 🌺

Sweetie Belle: 🌺

Princess Celestia: 🌺🌹

Princess Luna: 🌺🌹

Shining Armor: 🌺🌹

Princess Cadance: 🌺🌹

Ember: 🌺🌹

Gallus: 🌺

Silverstream: 🌺

Smolder: 🌺

Yona: 🌺

Sandbar: 🌺

Ocellus: 🌺

Diamond Tiara: 🌺

Silver Spoon: 🌺

Nightmare Moon: 🌺🌹

Queen Chrysalis: 🌺🌹

Adagio Dazzle: 🌺🌹

Aria Blaze: 🌺🌹

Sonata Dusk: 🌺🌹

Cozy Glow: 🌺

Trixie: 🌺🌹

Discord: 🌺🌹

Sunset Shimmer: 🌺🌹

Starlight Glimmer: 🌺🌹

Tempest Shadow: 🌺🌹

The Mane-iac: 🌺🌹

Cheese Sandwich: 🌺🌹

Sunburst: 🌺🌹

Autumn Blaze: 🌺🌹

Nightmare Rairty: 🌺🌹

Capper: 🌺🌹

Sunny Starscout: 🌺🌹

Izzy Moonbow: 🌺🌹

Hitch Trailblazer: 🌺🌹

Pipp Petals: 🌺🌹

Zipp Storm: 🌺🌹

Pokemon : 🌺🌹🔞

Any Pokemon, just give me a personality for them. Not much to say, not sure about writing any non pokemon here but ehh maybe in the future

MCYT NOTE:

First off, i'm shipping sonas, not the actual content creators. Second, if any members are on multiple series I will not list them but you can ask for them from that series, as long as I have it listed.

Dream SMP:

Dream: 🌺🌹🔞

DreamXD: 🌺🌹🔞

GeorgeNotFound: 🌺🌹🔞

Sapnap: 🌺🌹🔞

BadBoyHalo: 🌺🌹🔞

TommyInnit: 🌺🌹

Tubbo: 🌺🌹

WilburSoot: 🌺🌹🔞

Ghostbur: 🌺🌹

Skeppy: 🌺🌹🔞

Quackity: 🌺🌹🔞

Technoblade: 🌺🌹🔞

Philza: 🌺🌹🔞

Captain Puffy: 🌺🌹🔞

Ranboo: 🌺🌹🔞

Hermitcraft:

Bdubs: 🌺🌹🔞

Docm77: 🌺🌹🔞

EthosLab: 🌺🌹🔞

GoodTimesWithScar: 🌺🌹🔞

Grian: 🌺🌹🔞

Impulse: 🌺🌹

MumboJumbo: 🌺🌹🔞

Rendog: 🌺🌹🔞

TangoTek: 🌺🌹🔞

Xisuma: 🌺🌹

ZedaphPlays: 🌺🌹🔞

ZombieCleo: 🌺🌹🔞

Empires SMP:

Scott Smajor: 🌺🌹🔞

SmallishBeans: 🌺🌹🔞

SolidarityGaming: 🌺🌹🔞

LDShadowLady: 🌺🌹🔞

The Life Series:

Bigb: 🌺🌹🔞

InTheLittleWoods: 🌺🌹🔞

PearlescentMoon: 🌺🌹🔞

Skizzleman: 🌺🌹🔞

Other series:

Witchcraft SMP

RatSmp

Evolution SMP

Five Nights At Freddy's:

Freddy: 🌺🌹

Toy Freddy: 🌺🌹

Funtime Freddy: 🌺🌹

Glamrock Freddy: 🌺🌹

Bonnie: 🌺🌹

Toy Bonnie: 🌺🌹

Bon Bon: 🌺🌹

Chica: 🌺🌹

Toy Chica: 🌺🌹

Glamrock Chica: 🌺🌹

Foxy: 🌺🌹

Funtime Foxy: 🌺🌹

Marionette: 🌺🌹

Balloon Boy: 🌺🌹

Circus Baby: 🌺🌹

Ballora: 🌺🌹

Mangle: 🌺🌹

Roxanne Wolf: 🌺🌹

Montgomery Gator: 🌺🌹

Sundrop: 🌺🌹

Moondrop: 🌺🌹

Vanny: 🌺🌹

DJ Music Man: 🌺🌹

Undertale:(Yes, all the aus)

Frisk: 🌺🌹

Flowey: 🌺🌹

Toriel: 🌺🌹🔞

Sans: 🌺🌹🔞

Papyrus: 🌺🌹🔞

Undyne: 🌺🌹🔞

Alphys: 🌺🌹🔞

Mettaton: 🌺🌹🔞

Asgore: 🌺🌹🔞

Asriel: 🌺🌹

Chara: 🌺🌹

Muffet: 🌺🌹🔞

Napstablook: 🌺🌹🔞

Mad Mew Mew: 🌺🌹🔞

Deltarune:

Alphys: 🌺🌹🔞

Asgore: 🌺🌹🔞

Asriel: 🌺🌹🔞

Berdly: 🌺🌹🔞

Jevil: 🌺🌹🔞

Kris: 🌺🌹

Lancer: 🌺🌹

Noelle: 🌺🌹

Queen: 🌺🌹🔞

Ralsei: 🌺🌹

Rouxls: 🌺🌹🔞

Sans: 🌺🌹🔞

Spamton: 🌺🌹🔞

Susie: 🌺🌹

Toriel: 🌺🌹🔞

Undyne: 🌺🌹🔞

Tokyo Mew Mew/Tokyo Mew Mew New:

Ichigo Momomiya/Zoey: 🌺🌹🔞

Minto Aizawa/Corina: 🌺🌹🔞

Retasu Midorikawa/Bridgett: 🌺🌹🔞

Bu-Ling Huang/Kikki: 🌺🌹🔞

Zakuro Fujiwara/Renee: 🌺🌹🔞

Deep Blue: 🌺🌹🔞

Quiche/Dren: 🌺🌹🔞

Tarurto/Tarb: 🌺🌹🔞

Pia/Sargon: 🌺🌹🔞

Berry Shirayuki: 🌺🌹🔞

Ringo Akai: 🌺🌹🔞

Masaya Aoyama/Mark: 🌺🌹🔞

Keiichiro Akasaka/Wesley: 🌺🌹🔞

Ryou Shirogane/Elliot: 🌺🌹🔞

Tasuku Meguro: 🌺🌹🔞

Steven Universe:

Amethyst: 🌺🌹🔞

Aquamarine: 🌺🌹🔞

Bismuth: 🌺🌹🔞

Blue Diamond: 🌺🌹🔞

Blue Pearl: 🌺🌹🔞

Demantoid: 🌺🌹🔞

Emerald: 🌺🌹🔞

Garnet: 🌺🌹🔞

Hessonite: 🌺🌹🔞

Holly Blue Agate: 🌺🌹🔞

Jasper: 🌺🌹🔞

Lapis Lazuli: 🌺🌹🔞

Pearl: 🌺🌹🔞

Peridot: 🌺🌹🔞

Squaridot: 🌺🌹🔞

Pink Diamond: 🌺🌹🔞

Pink Pearl: 🌺🌹🔞

Pyrope: 🌺🌹🔞

Ruby: 🌺🌹🔞

Sapphire: 🌺🌹🔞

Spinel: 🌺🌹🔞

Steven: 🌺🌹🔞

White Diamond: 🌺🌹🔞

Yellow Diamond: 🌺🌹🔞

Yellow Pearl: 🌺🌹🔞

Invader Zim:(

Dib: 🌺🌹🔞

Zim: 🌺🌹🔞

Gaz: 🌺🌹🔞

Tak: 🌺🌹🔞

Zib: 🌺🌹🔞

Splatoon:

Callie: 🌺🌹🔞

Hypno Callie: 🌺🌹🔞

Marie: 🌺🌹🔞

Agent 3/Captain: 🌺🌹🔞

Agent 4: 🌺🌹🔞

Marina: 🌺🌹🔞

Pearl: 🌺🌹🔞

Agent 8: 🌺🌹🔞

New Agent 3: 🌺🌹🔞

Shiver: 🌺🌹🔞

Frye: 🌺🌹🔞

Big Man: 🌺🌹

I will add more as time goes on and become more comfortable with more fandoms and characters (:

[snugglesquiggle]

i saw this post this morning and i was like 'heh, this'll be an easy one to knock out, i even have a premise ready to go sitting in my back pocket. in and out, 20 minutes domestic juzi fluff vignette', after that i'll get right back to work on HT

i spent all day writing :/

is it a vignette? hell no

is it domestic? ...maaaybe???

is it fluff? uh, by my standards, perhaps :s

is it juzi? this is the only promise i make!

but is it done? ...nope. 5k words written but after 8 or so hours, i'm running low on creativity and i'd like the ending to not be half-assed. three-quarters assed at minimum. so i think it's best if i take a break now

(amusingly enough, this is pretty thematically appropriate. this hint means nothing to almost all of you, but exactly one of my followers now knows exactly what i just wrote)

I crave domestic Juzi,,,

The cuddling the cute make out sessions AUGHHH

[freezethebeez]

late night catalyst!ranboo ramblings

transcribed from his mind onto paper. takes place somewhere around ch 14/15 which doesn't make much sense now but will in a month or so <3

fully thingy below the break :]

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I know you don't like me and I know you're afraid of me and my hands that hurt and my teeth that kill but can you just hold me?

Just for a bit. Just for tonight– just for right now. Maybe–

Wrap your arms around me and maybe–

Your hands tracing patterns on my back sounds lovely right now but playing with my hair works, too, I think– if that's what you want.

But–

-

Don't just– don't let me go to bed alone tonight. I can't– I won't make it another night without anyone beside me, I don't think–

You can just lay beside me.

That'll work, I think.

I can listen to your heartbeat from afar; I don't need my ear pressed against your ribcage; my head doesn't need to lay on your chest.

Maybe I could hold you instead.

Maybe that would be better. Maybe. Less selfish.

And me holding you is the same as you holding me kind of so maybe it'll fill the same holes in my heart.

Do you think it could beat with yours, too, one day?

Do you think I could hold your hand and keep it warm in the winter? Do you think we'll make it to winter at all? Do you think I'll ever be able to look at you and not your neck? Do you think I'll drain you of your blood before then? Do you think–

Do I think I even love you at all?

No. No, I do. I– I think I do.

I think there's a part of me that loves you, at least. I think that very same part wants you dead, but it– it loves you a little.

I want to love you, too.

A little.

Maybe if– maybe you could just...

Could you sleep in my bed tonight?

Could I sleep in yours? Would that make it easier?

Maybe it would be– if I slept here tonight. Just here– just with my forehead pressed against your back.

Maybe I can fall in love with you here. Maybe you could turn around and kiss me goodnight.

Can you kiss me goodnight?

Would you– would you want to?

I would, I think.

Only if you asked me to.

Because I think– I think if you asked me to kiss you, I would. And I think if you– I think I would want to. I think I would. I think– I think it'd be nice and you'd be... nice. And I think you'd– I'd love you then, maybe.

Is that what love feels like?

I don't know.

I don't– friends don't– are we friends? I don't think we... are. I'm not– I don't want to– if you don't–

You can't read my thoughts, I don't think.

At least I hope you can't.

Uh.

I'm sorry.

Goodnight.

[kalims]

genshin impact boys as random boyfriend things part two (headcanons) + (bulleted).

teeth rotting fluff, established relationship.

part one.

┊𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂

unintentionally flusters you by slumping over his chair with his eyes closed, dragging over a long sigh and craning his neck up to the ceiling, exposing his neck to you while his hand tugs at the now loose tie hanging around his neck collar. he's quiet for a moment before peers at you with half lidded eyes and a relieved smile. you're left a flustered mess while poor baby diluc just wants to let out some steam and relax for once.

is in a schedule everyday, one that he maintained for like what? months? years? possibly meeting someone and falling in love didn't cross his mind even once, in his early adult years. all he was occupied is work, stress, fatui, mondstadt, everything! now that you're here though, he's made a lot of changes. (refuses to discard the schedule and still wakes up in the brink of dawn and sleeps the exact same time he does for the past year.)

┊𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

unlike diluc he knows he's the apple of everyone's eye, including yours. in a conversation, your shared home, everywhere?! kaeya intentionally flusters you by smiling at you mischievously through clouded periwinkle eyes then chuckling lowly. "heh... didn't know that, this'll be our little secret. makes me curious as to what else you know." sir what, what do you mean by that? bitch rlly teasing us rn.

y'know this pose? leaning back against a seat and popping a hip forward slightly while casually draping an arm around the chair or couch, spreading his legs, grinning at you and then tapping the space between it. kaeya is the king of poses like these, fight me. how about sitting on a chair while slinging his feet on the table as he leans his cheek to his palm and boredly scans the room? yes that, he does that too.

┊𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

playfully threatens that he will throw you outside of his house and leaving you to shiver against the cold, harsh weather. grinning slyly when you clutch his back, refusing to let go when he drags you to the front and opens the door slightly. in truth he just thinks it's funny to see you aggressively cling on him. a little cute too but you're not having it because was he trying to kill you??

steals your blanket when he knows you're still awake, makes himself into a burrito and stays like that until you give up and try to sleep in the cold in your side of the bed. he feels bad and tries to return the blanket, forcing you to share it with him when you push him away. he just hugs you tightly and refuses to let go if you try and escape. now you're both a burrito. <3

┊𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

he's literally so beautiful in bed, with his hair tie discarded somewhere practical. you're left to see his hair sprawled against the pillow elegantly, surprisingly long natural lashes fluttering softly in his sleep. he looks so peaceful. (also not to be creepy or anything but I once saw my cousin's eyes moving when she was asleep and I was creeped out af) unfortunately for you, he's an early riser so the sight that greets you is usually a handwritten note on the bedside filled up with a sweet goodmorning, compliments and promises.

bonus for visualization;; good morning my dear, have you slept well? I certainly hope so, after all it greatly displeases me to hear that you've been staying up late again. please remember to rest properly. ah.. though I haven't seen you yet, I already know how beautiful/handsome you look. would you care to tell me about your morning? I'd love to hear your voice once more. tartaglia has been bugging me again, I do not know why he still hasn't been comprehended by the milelith.. see you soon, my dear.

zhongli loves you spoil you. it's just that he gets this rush of excitement when be spots an item that might bring you happiness. how good would it look on you? it's too bad that he always forgets to bring mora but he just pawns items off just for you. it makes you feel so bad :(. it doesn't really bother him, really. all he needs is you.

┊𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

this bitch does not sleep. literally. as he stated 'adeptus do not need rest, we cannot afford it' lies lies lies, adeptus, including guardian yaksha's can rest but the constant karmic debt weighs them heavily to the fact that a wink of sleep isn't even affordable. the nightmares, all the lives he'd taken haunts him. so he just opts to watch over you in silence. as long as he's there, he will protect you with his life. it's a promise, a contract.

my baby xiao is so cute for literally no reason, you could be asking him for a kiss and leaning towards his face but he just grips you on the shoulder with a firm and careful grip. his face is beet red, his eyes are wide, and his hair is all over the place. he resembles a cat somehow. when you win and place a kiss on his lips, he turns away silently and just chants several sentences like. 'foolish mortal.', 'tsk, how brave.', 'how do I ask them to do it again without seeming like a desperate fool.'

┊𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

steals your food right off your plate and avoids your gaze when you look at him, on those times when you catch him. he just grins at you and giggles before whining apologies when you give him the cold shoulder. happens more often when you have an apple. he loves them so much. as an apology, he'll either bring you fresh flowers or follow you around and ask you to forgive him while he blows anemo to mess yourself up. with love of course. <3

on the day where you finally see his braids undone. venti laughs and flaunts it. pushes his hair back dramatically and poses like a hair product advertisement. you stare at him, unimpressed. he isn't even bothered by your stare and tries to blackmail you. spoiler;; it works. "how would you say... you give me kisses and hugs while I let you do whatever you want with my luscious, gorgeous, beautiful hair! enticing offer isn't it?!"

┊𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎

robotically stares at you with blank eyes, impassive and unblinking. his facial expression doesn't even waver in the slightest so you're wondering if he's just shameless or displeased with something. albedo soon nods and mutters something under his breatg, finally blinking and shooting you an uncharacteristic smile that's a few centimeters too high. you can tell he's trying to smile but he doesn't know how to. so cute <3

blanks out randomly. you could be telling him about something random like a stray dog that you thought was cute but was actually kinda rude because it chased you around the city. you lost it 7 minutes later. when you wave a hand in his face. he still doesn't notice so you just peck him on the lips and he blinks yay!! tugs your wrist and points to his mouth nonchalantly. silent way of saying 'more'.

┊𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

he's scarily possessive but you're colorblind anyways so he's a green flag. possessive as in glaring at someone so hard that his powers start to awaken, he zaps the strangers with electro and threatens to wipe out their entire bloodline by 'sniffing around too closely for his liking'. usually works 8/10. he watches the terrified person speed walk away and glance over their shoulder. only to stiffen to see him watching them with a smug smirk.

let's you scream at him, his subordinates would be praying for your life while he just watches you splur out profanities at him with an amused raise of his brow and a grin. he personally finds it pretty cute that you actually had the guts to cuss him out. frankly, he doesn't give a single fuck. but when you scream at his underlyings instead? goddamn it feels oddly satisfying to see you put pathetic, useless humans to their place! congrats, he thinks you're hot that way.

┊𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

you've been the main inspiration of his haiku's for a long time now. seeing you dance, obliterate enemies, just plainly watching you do something sparks his artistic flame to rise once more.

very attentive, he'd say something like. "I remember you saying that you liked [something]" you watch him with raised brows. didn't you say that like 5 months ago? It's really impressive and admittedly heartwarming to see that he still remembers such a detail. kazuha merely smiles at you when you look at him, amazed and impressed. (he makes sure to stamp everything notable you mention. he wants you to appeal to him that much!)

┊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

makes it his obligation to swipe your home off any dirty surfaces. he's a housekeeper at heart and anything messy and dirty bothers him so much that he just stands up in the middle of dinner and wipes off a stain in the table with a cloth. even when you don't ask him to clean your whole house, he still does. claiming that "I don't mind, plus. we wouldn't want you catching some foreign sickness, won't we?"

seems like he wouldn't mind any bugs, he doesn't that much but spiders just makes something in him twitch. one day he just calls out for you loudly from another room, when you come rushing with heavy footsteps. he points to the wall where an unusually large sized spider stuck to. both of you scream when it jumps to the floor and crawls. he literally had someone from the tenryou commission to call ayaka to get rid of it.