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[cl3fairyyy]

routine : part 2 || edward nashton x GN!reader ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

summary || you and edward finally go on a date

warnings || eddie is a liiiittle more stalker-y in this one, smoking, mentions of drinking, mentions of edward following reader home and just overall being his strange little self, this fic does get a little suggestive (no actual smut) so please MDNI!!!! i think that's everything, if i forgot anything i am so sorry </3 this fic is mostly just fluff with a side of awkward first date small talk

word count || 4.5k

notes || i am so sorry for the long wait on part 2!! been having the worst writers block of my life and my job has been taking over my life atm </3 but it is finally here!! i had so much fun writing this one, definitely thinking of doing a part 3 if u guys want it :)) apologies if at any point eddie is too OOC, he's definitely a little more confident in this one hehe. also this pic of paul is EXACTLY how I imagined him looking while writing this

You arrive back at your dingy apartment later than you had planned and, admittedly, a lot tipsier than you had wanted to be.  

You shove your key into the crappy broken lock that your landlord refuses to fix and jiggle it around for several moments until you finally hear a click. Opening the door, you sway on your feet a little before stumbling over to the couch, kicking the door shut behind you; when you plop down on the velvety throw you use to cover up the horrible cracking leather of your equally horrible sofa, you sigh and throw your head back, allowing a smile to play onto your face.  

He had asked you on a date.  

You keep replaying the interaction in your head, mentally swooning at how Edward had lit your cigarette for you, how he had been so close that you could smell the laundry detergent on his clothes. You giggle like a schoolgirl, hugging one of your cushions as you fish around in your bag for your phone. You have to suppress a giddy squeal when you are greeted with not one, but three messages from a random number, one you can only guess belongs to Edward. You feel dizzy unlocking your phone, and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or your nerves.  

Hi, it’s Edward. I hope you have a lovely rest of your night.  

I really liked talking to you today. You’re a very interesting person.  

Are you okay? It's late, did you get home safe?  

It takes everything in you to not dreamily sigh like you’re in a fucking rom-com. He's concerned about me, you think, typing a reply with a lopsided smile on your face.  

hiii yes im fine!! just made it home : )  

im vry drunk lol  

Immediately the grey typing bubble pops up and you launch your phone across the room, scrambling to the fridge to open the half-empty bottle of slightly too expensive rosé that you have been saving for the next time you rewatch Fleabag.   

You hear your phone ding twice and gingerly pick it up from underneath the coffee table, your hands shaking.  

Oh, good to hear that you’re safe haha. I was about to head back to the bar to see if you were okay.  

That was a joke by the way.  

You can’t stop a smile from spreading across your face. You take a swig from the bottle and begin typing.  

yea im sure it was lol  

it was nowhere near as interesting after u left. u were in such a hurry too are u ok??  

Edward’s cheeks grow red when he reads your second message. You think he’s interesting? Are you hinting that you would’ve preferred if he stayed?  

Wish I could have stayed for a bit longer haha, just had some work at home that I couldn’t get my mind off, so wanted to take another crack at it.  

Obviously, he can’t tell you that his work isn’t just some simple tax fraud, but a potential money laundering scandal that ties all the way back to Maroni and your own boss. He knows at this point, though, that you’re too polite to question him.  

u sure do work a lot!!!! idk how u havent burnt out yet.   

try to get some rest if u can : ) its not like the work wont be there tmrw!!!!  

Edward smiles. You are so lovely to him; the idea that someone like you could show so much kindness to him makes his heart swell and his eyes fill with tears. A few run down the tip of his nose and plop onto his phone screen.  

I know, I know. Sometimes it feels like I can’t switch my brain off haha. It’s been in overdrive since I got home.  

He cringes at himself. Is he meant to text so formally? You're pretty much the only contact in his phone besides his landlord and the office. He glances down at his screen, noticing that you’ve read his message but haven’t started typing an answer, and immediately begins to panic.  

Of course someone like you couldn’t like him. He was a fool to think you were any different than anyone else in this shithole of a city. You’re probably still sat with your colleagues at that shitty bar, reading out his messages and all having a good old laugh at him. Everyone get a load of Nashton! you're probably saying, and he feels sick to his stomach.   

soso sorry my phone just died out of nowhere!!! i srsly did not mean to leave u on opened  

honestly i get u i can be like that. its probably worse for u tho bc ur so smart lol  

whats been sending the brain of eddie into overdrive tonight??  

Edward shakes his head at how silly he’s being. It would be funny if he didn’t feel so pathetic. He reads your messages over and over until his eyes burn; no one has ever given him a nickname before. Eddie. He rereads the nickname, trying to imagine how it would sound coming out of your mouth. His mind begins to wander, picturing you lying beneath him, bare chest heaving as you moan that name to him. Eddie.  

He's snapped out of his thoughts when his phone lights up again with a notification from his news app. He attempts to push down his building arousal before it completely clouds his mind, and scrambles for his phone to send you a reply.   

It’s a little embarrassing, but... I have been thinking non-stop about the conversation we had outside.  

I really would like to take you out, if you’ll let me. If you’d like to pick where we go so you feel more comfortable, I’m happy with that. I’m sure you know much nicer places to go than I do anyway haha.  

You squeal at your phone, kicking your feet in the air like a goddamn teenager. You hastily type a reply, and soon enough you’ve made plans for Sunday to go to a lovely downtown jazz club that plays live music. It's one of your favourite spots in the whole city.  

You fall asleep fairly quickly after throwing yourself on your bed still fully clothed. You don’t think twice about how bad your hangover will be when you wake up, instead picturing your date with Edward and just how lovely he is.  

Edward, on the other hand, stays up all night, his thoughts rife with anxiety. You'd had one conversation in a loud bar, and now he’s expected to keep you entertained for an entire evening? What if you didn’t find him interesting? What if he ran out of things to talk about? What if you stood him up entirely?  

He shakes his head, trying as hard as he can to shake the thoughts from his brain entirely. He opens your social media, which he has found himself doing every time he seems to be on the verge of a panic attack recently. He finds his favourite picture of you, a candid photo of you in a coffee shop mid-laugh, your eyes sparkling and cheeks rosy. He loves your smile in this picture.  

He hopes he can make you smile like that.  

Saturday goes by painfully slowly for you. The dragging hours aren’t helped by your awful hangover that seems to have convinced your brain that any slight movement will have you vomiting. You cringe rereading the messages you sent Edward the evening prior, hangxiety hitting you like a train.  

Eddie? Seriously?  

You have one conversation with the guy and have already started throwing nicknames around- you're in shock that you didn’t scare him off with how forward you were being. If he brings it up, you can always blame it on how drunk you were, which isn’t exactly a lie.  

He doesn’t text you until later in the evening, just a simple message confirming that you’re still on for tomorrow. You wonder if he’s as nervous as you are, if his anxiety manifests itself in the way he chews at his lower lip the same way you do.  

When Sunday finally rolls around, you wake up extra early to give yourself as much time to get ready as humanly possible. You would never admit it to anyone, but you’d picked out your outfit the night before and laid it on your desk chair, your nervous excitement barely allowing you to get a wink of sleep.   

Edward had offered to pick you up, but you really do not need him seeing the shithole you live in the first time he sees you outside of work. You both agree to meet outside the bar, and since it’s in walking distance from your apartment, you decide against getting a taxi.  

Gotham is strangely beautiful in March, the last moments of winter finally coming to fruition. The sun is just beginning to set when you step out into the chilly air, casting an orange glow on the old buildings and warming your cheeks against the cold.   

Edward’s heart races as he clumsily stumbles out of the subway station. He's almost twenty minutes early and grasps a cluster of lilies in one hand, the other of which he uses to steady himself against a lamppost. The lady from his favourite podcast whispers soothingly in his ear as he attempts to block out the loudness of the city and steady his breathing.  

“You are strong, and you are worthy. Be the change you want to see.”  

He closes his eyes, taking deep breaths before finally grounding himself. Edward is all too aware of how he must look right now: sweaty, clutching a bouquet of flowers while standing alone outside a bar. He glances at his watch. Still ten minutes until your meeting time.  

He tries to ignore the lump in his throat and the stinging in his eyes. You will show up. You have to.  

Edward jumps slightly when his phone chimes in his pocket. His heart drops when he realises it’s a text from you.  

so sorry!!! running a few mins late :/ decided to walk today and ofc that’s the day that every traffic light in the city decides to break LOL  

The light-hearted tone in your message doesn’t do much to comfort him. He types a short answer and sends it, trying to focus all of his energy on his podcast and not crying from how utterly terrified he is.  

Ten minutes after your initially agreed upon meeting time, Edward hears a voice shouting his name. He looks up to be met with the image of you practically sprinting down the street towards him. You pull to a stop in front of him, smoothing your hair down and smiling bashfully up at him. Christ, you forgot how tall he is.  

“Before you say anything, I am so sorry. First there was the traffic light thing, then one of my old college friends stopped me in the street and decided that she wanted to update me on every single day of the past three years of her life.”  

You breathe in heavily through your nose, your hands on your knees as you try and keep yourself from keeling over. You make a mental note to begin using that gym membership you keep renewing. Quitting smoking would probably help, too.  

You look up when Edward hasn’t responded for several moments, and his cheeks are very pink.  

“Look, you have every right to be pissed at me. If you want to cancel-”  

Before you can finish, Edward interrupts you by thrusting a bouquet of flowers into your hands.  

“Th-these are for you. I, um, remembered you mentioning lilies were your favourite flower, so...” He stumbles over his words, talking just a little too fast. 

You're quite literally lost for words. You examine the flowers, your cheeks growing warm; it's a lovely spray of pink, yellow and orange lilies, tied together with a cream ribbon. They’re a little crumpled, but nothing that can’t be fixed with a little plant food. You smile at Edward.  

“Oh, Edward. They're gorgeous, really, thank you. No guy’s ever gotten me flowers before...”  

A small, lopsided grin spreads across his face.   

“I can’t imagine why anyone lucky enough to have you wouldn’t get you flowers.”  

You flush at that, and loop your arm around his, leading him inside. You manage to find a nice booth in the corner, away from the stage and speakers that surround it while Edward heads to the bar. You anxiously drum your fingers on the table and scroll through your phone, not really paying attention to what you’re meant to be reading as your mind replays what Edward had said earlier.  

Edward watches you from the bar, admiring the high flush on your cheekbones and the way your outfit hugs your body. By the time he’s ordered and heading back to your table, you seem a little more relaxed. You smile at him gratefully as you accept your drink and try not to make your staring too obvious.  

He looks handsome. He's wearing such a basic outfit, just a simple button up shirt and some smart slacks, but there’s something about Edward wearing something so casual and making it look so good that has you crossing your legs under the table.  

“You look lovely tonight, by the way.”  

You smile shyly at him, tracing your finger around the rim of your glass.  

“Thank you, Edward. I have to say, you clean up pretty good yourself.”  

He laughs, and you don’t miss the way it sounds like it's one of disbelief.  

“Well, I don’t know if I’d say that.”  

You roll your eyes playfully, taking a sip of your drink.  

“Well, I would. You look really handsome.”  

Edward shakes his head, a bashful smile on his face as he looks down, taking a sip of water. The pair of you sit there for a few moments in awkward silence, trying to think of something to start a conversation with. 

“So-” 

“You-” 

You lock eyes and both laugh, cheeks red. You wave your hand. 

“Sorry, you go.” 

Edward averts his gaze, fiddling with his collar. 

“I, um, was just going to ask how you found this place? I’ve never even heard of it. Well, I suppose the fact I don’t drink and don’t listen to jazz music doesn’t help, but...” 

Edward finds himself trailing off, kicking himself for how utterly awkward he is. The way you smile at him, unfazed, doesn’t help. 

How could someone like you ever find any interest in someone like him? 

“It’s a funny story, actually. My old roommate was on a date with this absolute dick, and she needed me to come save her. So, what happened was....” 

As you tell him the grandiose story of having to pretend to be your roommates' partner who caught her cheating, and how you had to run away when her date attempted to fight you, Edward can’t help but admire the way your eyes light up as you gesture wildly with your hands, the way your laugh comes out as an adorable snort when you attempt to do an impression of her very flustered date.  

You are so beautiful. He wishes he could capture this moment in a bottle and replay it every day, for the rest of his life. 

He doesn’t realise how much he’s staring until you clear your throat a little awkwardly, clearly finished with your tale. He can feel the warmth on his cheeks. 

“Ah, well, I do hope you don’t have some secret boyfriend who’s going to jump out on me like that.” 

He bites his lip after saying whatever the hell that was, but to his complete disbelief you laugh. Not a pity laugh, not one of discomfort, but a genuine laugh, one that’s just a little too loud, one that disturbs some of the patrons around you. 

You clearly don’t care, your head thrown back as that smile, that lovely smile from his favourite picture spreads across your face. Even as you speak, uncontrollable giggles escape you. 

“Oh God, can you imagine? Lucky for you, I’ve been single for a while, so don’t worry about my secret boyfriend coming in and trashing the place.” 

That makes Edward laugh, much to your pleasure, and just like that, the tension in the air has dissolved. You can see Edward’s tense shoulders visibly relax, and the next few hours are spent under the warm light of the bar’s lamps, your conversations hushed and filled with longing glances, and it feels like you’re the only two people in the world that exist. 

The two of you step out into the bitter cold of the evening, hands fumbling for your respective cartons of cigarettes. Your shivering hands are somehow able to summon a flame from your crappy old lighter, and the alcohol in your system, as well as the way Edward looks at you with such adoration in his eyes, warm you from the inside out. He offers you his arm and you take it maybe just a little too enthusiastically as you walk through the city streets. 

When you look up at Edward, he’s already got his eyes on you, the tip of his nose pink from the late winter air. You can feel the flush spreading across your face, quickly averting your eyes to the sparkling lights of the skyscrapers. 

Edward retracts his arm from yours, and you look up at him again, confused and somewhat offended. He’s shrugging his parka off his shoulders and draping it over your own before you can even comprehend what’s happening. 

“You’re shivering. You might not feel cold because you’ve been drinking, but I can see the goosebumps on your arms.” 

He says this so matter-of-factly. Does he not realise how romantic and thoughtful his actions are? He opens his mouth to speak again, but you interrupt him. 

“Thank you.” 

He offers you that adorable lopsided grin that accentuates just how round and soft his cheeks are. 

“It’s really no problem. I don’t want you getting sick.” 

Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s just how perfect the night has been. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. Before you can second-guess yourself, you’re removing the cigarette from between his lips and replacing it with a kiss. 

He's stiff at first, unsure, before you feel a hesitant hand on your face, thumb caressing your cheek. He pulls away first, pressing his forehead to yours, and you can practically see the stars in his eyes. 

“...Wow.” 

You suddenly feel bashful, pulling away from him completely and taking a drag from your cigarette. 

“Sorry, I-” 

“Why are you apologising?” 

You meet his gaze again, his glasses fogged up, but not enough to conceal the way his brow knits with worry, the apprehension in his eyes. 

“I don’t know, I- I should have asked first.” 

He takes your hand in his own, his smile so comforting that you feel all your worries melt away almost instantaneously. 

“You don’t ever have to worry about asking me something like that. The answer will always be yes.” 

He kisses you again, softly, and you can taste the tobacco on his tongue, making your head spin. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, squeezing it reassuringly as he takes your breath away. 

You pull away first this time, readjusting his glasses which have slipped down his nose. 

“Do you want to come back to my place?” 

Edward’s face goes entirely red at your suggestion, and he stumbles over his words as he tries to string together a coherent sentence. 

“I- um, well...” 

You smile patiently, and he returns it somewhat hesitantly. 

“I’ve- I’ve really enjoyed our night together, and I, just, um... I like you so much that, ah, I don’t really think we should rush anything. You’ve had a bit to drink, and I would hate to take advantage of that.” 

Your eyes sting at his rejection as you attempt to muster up a tight-lipped smile, nodding stiffly. Edward’s smile drops. 

“Oh dear, I’ve upset you, haven’t I?” 

When you don’t quite meet his eyes, he sighs and gently holds your hand, giving you the chance to push him away. When you don’t, he pushes a little further, holding your chin between two fingers and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. 

“I’m not lying when I say I like you. I really do, and I would hate to rush something as important as... that... especially when you’re intoxicated. I don’t want you to have any regrets. You're too special.” 

Your heart leaps at his words, and you give Edward a small smile. It was never about him, or his comfort. He’s worried that you’d regret sharing yourself with him. 

“I... yeah. I guess I’m just used to guys only expecting one thing out of a date. I really like you too, Eddie.” 

He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, offering you his hand. 

“Let me walk you home?” 

You nod, leaning into his side.  

Edward, of course, knows exactly where you live, but feigns ignorance as you take the lead back to your apartment. He'd know your building anywhere, thanks to his tendency to follow you home after work to ensure your safety, but being in front of it now, with you by his side, feels so fresh and new that it’s almost as if he’s seeing it for the first time. 

It's falling apart, of course. Every building in Gotham that isn’t owned by someone extremely wealthy is. Crude graffiti adorns the crumbling brick walls, and he feels you stiffen up beside him when you notice a couple of shady guys, probably dealing drops, only a few feet away. 

“It’s not exactly... the best area. Will you at least wait for your cab in my apartment? I really don’t want you getting mugged, or worse.” 

Even with his impressive height, you’re worried Edward could be a target. His smart clothes definitely don’t help. 

Edward can hardly believe his luck at finally being able to see the inside of your apartment. Of course, he’s seen it from outside your window when he’s perched on your fire escape late at night, but this is different. This is intimate. Even though he’d turned down your offer for sex, you’re still revealing such a personal aspect of yourself to him. 

You trust him. 

You lead him into the rundown building, apologising for the elevator that has been broken for months. He already knows that, but nods anyway.  

“That’s okay. Five flights of stairs won’t do me any harm.” 

When you finally make it inside, he perches somewhat awkwardly on your couch, his height making the piece of furniture appear ridiculously small. You curl up on the other side of the sofa, giving him his space as he books an Uber home. 

The silence is thick, but comfortable. Edward is so engrossed in his phone that you’re finally given the chance to really study his features. The curve of his strong nose that holds up his glasses, the roundness of his cheeks, the softness of his jaw. The warmth of the numerous lamps scattered around your apartment light up his face with a soft glow that makes him look almost cherubic. 

Edward glances at you, clearly feeling your intense gaze. He doesn’t seem anywhere near as nervous as usual, his smile relaxed. 

“You okay?” 

You prop your head up with your hand and nod, content. 

“You’re so handsome, you know?” 

His cheeks grow pink, his smile a little more shy. His voice is a whisper when he speaks. 

“Thank you.” 

You lapse into another comfortable silence as he returns to his phone, the smile never leaving his face. His phone chimes and he stands reluctantly. 

“Cab’s nearly here...” 

You walk him to the door, and he lingers for a moment. 

“Can I-?” 

You don’t give him time to finish, tugging him down by his collar and pressing your lips to his in another soft kiss. His hands find refuge at your waist, pulling you closer to him. You run your hands up his sides, and he reacts with a delicious shiver to your utter delight. Gathering your nerves, you tease his lower lip with a nibble, and he chases your mouth with a soft groan when you pull away from him.  

You grin at his flustered state, his cheeks red and glasses fogged up, his sandy fringe ruffled beyond repair. You press one more lingering kiss to his lips before unlocking your door. 

“You said your taxi’s nearly here?” 

A chuckle escapes Edward, an octave lower than what you’re used to, and your knees go weak at the sound. He runs his hand through his hair, adjusting his glasses. 

“You are so cruel.” 

You glance down, immediately realising what he’s referencing, and giggle giddily. 

“You’ll just have to wait for next time, I guess.” 

He sighs, a dazed smile on his face. 

“So, you want me to take you out again?” 

You roll your eyes playfully, standing on your tiptoes so that your mouth is on level with his ear. You run a hand down his chest, your voice a sultry purr. 

“I thought that much was obvious.” 

Edward breathes out heavily through his nose and you smile innocently at him before kissing his cheek. The tension is shattered by the loud sound of his ringtone and you both jump back, the spell broken. Edward smiles apologetically at you when he answers the phone before panic spreads across his face. You can faintly hear a very angry man shouting at him on the other side of the line. 

“Yes, yes! Sorry! I’ll be right there! Sorry!” 

The other caller hangs up and you snort, pushing him gently out the door. 

“Don’t let me keep you any longer from the most awkward ride home of your life. Are you gonna tell the driver you left him waiting so long because you were making out with your colleague?” 

Edward stumbles over his words, the flush on his cheeks somehow deepening.  

“I, ah, will not be doing that. Christ, I’m going to have to tip him even more than I was planning to, aren’t I?” 

You giggle and Edward laughs too, giving you one last quick kiss before practically throwing himself down the stairs. 

You close your door, sighing dreamily like the protagonist of a cheesy rom-com. You shoot Edward a quick text and sink onto your sofa, your heart thrumming. You'd gotten him to open up. You're going to go on another date. You kissed him. As far as first dates go, you’d chalk that up to being pretty successful.  

The rest of your evening is spent texting back and forth with Edward, and when you finally roll into bed your brain is clouded with thoughts of him, his smile, the feeling of his lips on yours. You’re so focused on the image of Edward’s silly flustered smile after you kissed him for the first time that your rational thinking completely skips over one minor detail that you’ll have completely forgotten by the time you wake up. 

How did he know what floor you live on? 

[sirenfromthelostcity]

College! Mizu x Dancer! Reader pt 2

I found this cute and old bachata song that I used to love when I was younger and I thought it'd be perfect for this. You don't have to listen to the song as you read this but I'll provide the link for it if y'all are curious about which one it is. I hope you like the song and what I wrote. Enjoy! <3

A/N: This started out as just like a blurb but kind of ended up being a bit of a story towards the end lol

Part 1

Rehearsing your choreography with Mizu got easier every session. The more you two practiced the more comfortable and confident she became with the dance.

Dancing with Miu was such a fun feeling. You loved the feeling of her hand wrapped around your waist while the other was entwined with yours. The dance also ended with her dipping you and although you ended up falling and laughing on the floor a few times, she eventually perfected the move. And boy did you love staring into those blue eyes of hers as she securely held you by your waist.

The day finally came for your dance test. Mizu was a little nervous but you were actually fully and truly confident in the both of you.

"Look I know you're a little nervous but really there's no need. Mizu we've both worked really hard on this and I know we're gonna do amazing. Okay?"

"Okay," she nodded with you and delivered you a small smile.

"Great. Now let's go show these bitches how to do a kickass salsa dance," you grinned as you both excited your dorm and headed for your test.

After you perform your dance the both of you earned a really good reaction from the class. Grades wont be posted till later in the night but you were confident in your and Mizu’s performance.

To celebrate you and a few classmates decided to go to a club. You were a moderate drinker but mostly you all went for the great music. You invited Mizu who of course declined at first.

“Come out with me tonight. It’ll be fun and you deserve to celebrate with the rest of us!”

“I don’t know it’s not really my kind of scene.”

“But it’s Latin Night and they're gonna have a live band” you pleaded. “The place is a restaurant/club and their food is so good! They start clearing up some tables after 10 to dance but you’ll still be able to eat.”

If there's one thing that you learned about Mizu is that she is bribable with food and you began to see it on her face that she was seriously considering your invitation.

And now for the final nail.

“Also it’s my treat,” you innocently smiled to her.

"Y'know you can't just throw in 'my treat' every time you want me to do something," she sneered.

"But you told me begging never works and 'treating' you has been very effective so far."

"True, but I said begging never works when other people do it."

Your eyes slightly widen at what she implied and watched her as she put on her jacket and pocketed the keys to your dorm.

"Come on, lets go," she mumbled.

You squealed in joy and instinctively went to hug her. She stumbled at the impact but laughed and hugged you back.

When you got to the club you sat down with the rest out your classmates who decided to come out and ordered some food. You and Mizu were getting lots of compliments on your performance. One girl even pulled you aside and asked if the two of you were dating to which you confidently replied, "not yet."

Surprisingly, Mizu was having a really good time, mostly because the food was good but the music and vibes were also nice so she was genuinely enjoying herself.

That was until some tables were cleared for dancing and one of your classmates asked you to dance with him.

"You gonna be okay here for a bit?"

"Yeah, no, I'll be fine," she nodded but it wasn't too convincing to either of you.

"You sure? I don't want it to seem like I'm abandoning you, especially since I begged you to come with me."

"Don't worry about me. Go have fun, be in your element. I'll be here."

"Okay, just one quick song," you gently squeezed her shoulder before joining your friend on the dance floor.

Of course Mizu wanted to say no but she didn't want to hold you back and also you weren't together. It'd be weird if she expressed how much she disliked the idea of someone else dancing with you. Wouldn't it?

Her eyes were trained on you as you both danced. She loved the dress you picked out. It adorned you body in the most flattering way and flowed perfectly as you danced.

The dress looked lovely on you but she didn’t appreciate the hand placement of your current dance partner. In actuality his hands never strayed inappropriately but she just didn't care for them being on you at all.

A deep scowl was starting to form on her face and that's when she decided, although she wasn't much of a drinker, she needed one to cool off.

She walked to the bar and ordered herself a long island iced tea. At least now she had something to fidget with.

She’s so fixated on you she barely notices a girl is trying to hit on her.

“Hey, you’re Mizu right?”

“Yeah,” she dryly mumbled, eyes still trained on you.

“I thought your performance with (y/n) was really good!”

“Thanks,” she sipped from her drink. “It was all (y/n), she choreographed everything. I just stepped in as a favor.”

“Aw c’mon you’re telling me you didn’t improvise any of your moves?”

Mizu just slightly shook her head, relief taking over now that the song had at last concluded.

“Well,” she coyly rubbed on Mizu’s upper arm, finally succeeding in getting her to even look her way. “Maybe you can improvise some moves with me, or I'd be glad to show you some of mine.”

Mizu looked at her arm and then the girl, confounded and flustered by her actions. People had asked out Mizu in the past but no one's ever been this forward before.

“Umm…”

You were clapping for the band and thanking your partner for the dance, as that whole scene with Mizu was going on. The band announce their next song and you get excited as it's the one you asked them to play if they knew it [the song i linked]. However the excitement is quickly replaced with anger when you finally see the a girl, the same girl who had previously asked if you and Mizu were an item, feeling up on Mizu’s arm.

"Oh that little...!" you seethed.

If you were a cartoon smoke would be blowing out of your ears right now. You wasted no time in sauntering over and grabbing Mizu's hand and leading her to the dance floor.

"Hey partner, come dance with me," you spoke, directly eyeing the girl who invaded Mizu's space.

“I appreciate the save but I don’t know this dance,” Mizu warned as you reached the crowd of people dancing.

“Don’t worry it’s a really easy 4 step dance just do as I do…1…2…3….and 4….1….2….3…and 4..."

To Mizu's relief the dance actually was incredibly simple to learn. Pretty quickly she fell into rhythm with you and the music.

"Look at you go, now you can dance salsa and bachata," you praise as you twirl her.

"I owe it all to my amazing teacher," she praised back and actually went in to twirl you.

You gasped and laughed at the instant confidence Mizu seemed to have gained with the dance. A familiar and warm feeling began to bubble up in your chest. Maybe it was because of the music or the romantic lyrics. Or maybe it was because of how right it felt having Mizu's hands on you, to be dancing with her again. Regardless, you know the crush you had previously possessed for her has only grown stronger.

The song playing was one of your all time favorites, you couldn't help but mouth the lyrics as you both danced.

*Quiero ser tuyo enterito pero tengo miedo

Prométeme que no me vas a dejar sin tu amor

I'll give you my heart girl but you gotta promise

Promise you'll hold me, touch me, love me

Way past forever

Mizu spun you around and you giggled as you twirled, wishing you could live this moment forever. But sadly all good things must come to an end.

The song finally finished and everyone clapped at their performance. The band announced they were going to take a small break and that's when everyone scurried towards the bar.

"We can start heading back home now if you want," You said to Mizu.

"You sure?" Mizu asked, surprised that you wanted to leave early, it was just past 10:40PM.

"Yeah, I got an early class tomorrow. Did you have a good time?"

"Actually I did, maybe more than I had expected."

"Well, I'm glad," you smiled and quickly looked away, finding yourself not being able to look into her gorgeous blue eyes for too long.

Both you and Mizu said bye to your classmates, the girl who hit on Mizu was nowhere to be seen and secretly you were glad about that too. Mizu helped you put on your coat and together you two headed back to your dorm.

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A/N: This ending felt very MEH but I actually might make a final part 3 maybe see what happens when you get back to your dorm hmm? ;) I just felt like this already became longer than I was anticipating lol but I really hope y'all enjoyed it!

EDIT: i forgot to add the translation to the spanish part of the chorus

*I wanna be yours entirely but I’m scared

Promise me you won’t leave me without your love

Roughly that’s what it translates too! I adore this song y’all, to me its just so cute so i hope you like it 😭💖

[bluesylveon2]

OMG HI I CAME AS FAST AS I COULD WHEN I SAW REQUESTS FOR 400 FOLLOWERS WERE OPEN I LOVED YOUR ORTHO FAMILY DAY ONESHOT!! i was gonna ask for idia + "i wont say im in love" or "once upon a dream" bc both are SUCHHH good disney songs, i hope you can write whichever one seems more fun to you, lots of love!! - ♡ anon

Omg hi!!! Thank you for reading the ortho fic! It was my first time writing for twst and I glad at how it turned out. I chose "I Won't Say I'm in Love" because it just screams Idia 😂. Hope you enjoy anon!!!

Notes: Idia being in denial, mentioned Vargas camp pt 2, fluff, Azul uses one line from the Ghost Marriage, and the housewardens team up on him (it's basically their team-building exercise lol)

Word Count: 975 (I said that these are supposed to be drabbles but now they're oneshots lmao)

Warnings: possible ooc characters and not beta read.

Idia thought the Vargas camp was torture, but it was actually Crowley's team-building camp (with no technology, might he add) filled with some of the scariest people he knew (read: the housewardens) and the Ramshackle Prefect. 

Yes, the Prefect.

Crowley said she needed to attend since she was in the same position as them for Ramshackle. However, Idia knew she didn't have to be there since Grim was her only dorm member. The real reason she was here was to keep the housewardens in check. 

"You're staring off again," Vil's smooth voice caused Idia to jump and take his attention away from the nearby Yuu talking to Crowley. 

“I’MNOTSTARINGATYUU!”

Vil sighed, "I never said anything about the Prefect."

Idia wanted the ground to swallow him whole, "H-how long have you been standing there?" 

Vil crossed his arms, a frown etched on his flawless face, "Long enough for everyone to get stuff for camp except for you," he emphasized his words by pointing out to the vacant field except for the Prefect standing far from them. Vil, annoyed, gracefully walked over to Idia and pressed a manicured finger to his chest, "Look, I'm not sure what Yuu sees in you, but if you hurt her, I will not hesitate to send Rook at you," he said in a brotherly manner. Idia swore that Vil's glare could kill him if it could. 

Idia's hair turned slightly pink, "Whoa, whoa, why would I hurt Yuu?" He was grabbing one part of his jacket when he heard Vil sigh.

"I don't want to see her shed any tears over you, got it?"

Idia opened his mouth to reply but was stopped by Malleus teleporting to him. 

"You are going to hurt the Child of Man?" Malleus frowned. 

Vil rolled his eyes, "Malleus, do you think that Idia is in love with Yuu?"

"Hey!"

Malleus hummed in thought and ignored Idia, "Lilia taught me what love was the other day, and I think Shroud fits the description. He mentioned how humans can turn red, and I assume that Idia's pink hair is a similar reaction."

Idia squealed and feebly attempted to blow out the pink away, but it grew out of embarrassment. 

"Will you shut up! Some of us have better things to do and nap," Leona called out from a nearby tree. He had an annoyed and tired look on his face. 

"Hey, Kingscholar, do you think Shroud has feelings toward the Child of Man?" Malleus innocently asked the lion beastman. 

"I'm literally right next to you!" Idia exclaimed, but it fell on deaf ears again.  

Leona opened one eye and looked at the group, "Do I think? Hah, I know he does. Radish Sprout tries to keep his lovestruck face hidden from Yuu, but we can all see it. He can't conceal his obvious swooning. Honestly, it makes me want to puke."

Idia's hair was a mix of pink and red "I am not trying to hide anything!" He exclaimed, causing Vil to roll his eyes. 

"Hey, guys!" Kalim threw his arms around Idia and Malleus, causing them to stumble a bit, "is there a party going on?"

Malleus shook his head, "No, but we were discussing how Shroud harbors feelings for the Child of Man," he pointed at the said male with his thumb. 

"WHEN DID WE COME TO THAT CONCLUSION?"

Kalim's mouth was open in an o, "Oh, I can definitely see it! There was one time I tried to invite Idia to my party, but he was too busy swooning over the Prefect that he accidentally hit a wall," he sighed sadly. Meanwhile, Idia wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there. 

"What is going on here? We should be looking for food or logs for the campfire!" Riddle looked like steam was ready to burst out of his head, but Azul, who was behind him, didn't look bothered by it. 

"We are talking about how Idia likes Yuu," Kalim brightly smiled that it could rival the sun. 

Azul held back his laughter while Riddle rolled his eyes, "What are we? School girls." He pointed a finger toward Idia, "Don't even think about denying it! Own up to it!"

As a last-ditch effort, Idia looked to Azul, "Azul, we're friends. Disagree with them!"

Azul let out a fake sigh, "Well, I buy many things as a businessman. I don't buy that you don't like the Prefect. To think that Idia, king of all introverts, would fall for the Prefect... I can't see through all my tears of joy," he said, wiping away a fake tear. 

"NOOOOOO!" Idia's hair was now entirely pink, and he tried to hide himself behind his hands. Vil, annoyed (again), grabbed a compact mirror from his pocket and opened it. He angled to where it showed Yuu feeding Grim some tuna. He grabbed Idia's hands and yanked them down, "Hey Idia, look into my mirror and tell me what you see."

Idia briefly glanced at the mirror, and his scared expression turned lovestruck, "It's Yuu feeding the itty bitty kitty," He sighed, causing everyone (including sweet little Kalim) to smirk victoriously. 

"Well, we got our answer. Let's go, gentleman." Vil closed his mirror, startling Idia, and stood up. Everyone else headed out, including Leona, who decided to find another tree to nap in.

In gaining his scenes, Idia scrambled to save himself, "Wait, that doesn't prove anything!"

"Your face said it all," Vil called out.

Idia watched as everyone became small figures until he was alone, "F in the chat for me. I will admit it, but I won't say it out loud," he muttered. 

"You won't say what out loud?" Yuu's voice asked from behind him, a hint of amusement in her voice. 

Idia wanted the earth to swallow him whole and throw him into a pool of lava. 

400 event is still open!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

[aimfor-theheart]

hi cielo !! hope you're enjoying your night !! here me out: apocalypse au megumi for your writing game👀🤲

in my minds eye (and ignoring current canon lol) he is sooo final girl coded 💗

curious what you think !!

ELLA!!!! omg i actually really do love an apocalypse au......i have one with maki actually! a wip i pick at every once and awhile but you're v right it can fit megumi well too!!! thank you for submitting!! <333

apocalypse au

megumi x reader

cw: none? sharing a sleeping bag for warmth hehe

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the sky is a smoky, slate grey. it carries on forever—forever of nothingness. an empty sky. you feel as if the sun has been stolen from it.

you shiver hard, rubbing your hands together. winter is setting on faster than you'd thought it would. you're not as prepared as you'd hoped you'd be. but the weather doesn't care, the cold wind hat cuts across your face doesn't care.

your traveling companion eyes you a moment.

then megumi walks over, a blot of darkness against all this grey, and drops his coat over your shoulders.

your traveling companion is a strange man—strange and kind and standoffish and harsh and protective and gentle.

you shake your head to deny him, but he fastens it tighter around you.

"no—what about you? you'll freeze without it."

"so will you." he grunts and doesn't say another word, moving on. "we need to make it another few miles before we can set up camp tonight and i need you to keep moving."

"we'll trade off." you try to argue with him. "i can't let you go without it the rest of the day."

"i need to find you a better coat before the weather turns worse." he says.

it's always i need to do this, i should do this, i have to do this. he takes everything onto his shoulders, makes it his responsibility to see it all through. to keep you and he living and moving.

"we'll hit a town in the next few days, wont' we?" you ask. "i'm sure we can find one there."

he doesn't say another word. he presses on and you follow. he is wary of strangers on these travels and when one too many cross your paths, he pushes you behind him, glaring at anyone who looks for too long.

you cling to the back of his shirt like a child and stumble along.

when night falls, you can only keep the fire going for a small amount of time, both so you don't attract attention and because your supplies are cold and damp.

your sleeping bags are too thin for how cold the temperature begins to drop.

the forest is so silent. and so dark. and you're shivering so hard.

you roll over to see megumi's figure in the dark. his own tense shivering that he's trying to hide. you're wearing his coat to bed upon his instance.

you swallow hard.

"megumi," you say into the dark.

"hm?"

"i'm freezing," you whimper through the shivers. "i can't sleep."

he sighs, but instantly turns over in his sleeping bag, facing you, his face just a shadow. one that you know well.

"i know." he agrees softly, "we need to find more blankets, too—"

"can i come into your sleeping bag?" you ask and after everything, you don't have enough energy to be embarrassed. after the end of the world, you figure there isn't much else to lose now, anyways. you wish you felt embarrassed enough to blush, you wish you'd feel that prickling heat anywhere.

there isn't much to lose—maybe except him.

"i don't have to," you say quickly into his silence.

"no—we'll have to—" he swallows, "we'll probably have to get used to it over the winter."

"okay." you respond and begin to slip out of your own sleeping bag, the wind a brutal and cutting as it slips into the little warmth you'd gathered. you move to him in the dark, you bring your own sleeping bag to use as a second blanket over the two of you.

megumi shifts, sitting up a little on his elbow and trying to give you space to get in.

it isn't much.

with a lot of struggling and wriggling and little apologies and squirming, you manage to get in beside him.

flushed to him.

you're facing him which maybe you should—

"should i—" your hands are braced on his chest and you can hear his poor heart. hammering so hard, so nervous. it's almost funny—it almost makes you laugh—megumi, so stoic and resourceful and strong, suddenly nervous. "um." you say to cover it up, "is this comfortable for you?"

he nods quickly. "is it comfortable for you?" he asks.

you shift a little, twining your legs and getting more comfortable. tentatively, he lets his arms wrap around you. hands on as neutral places as they can be; your back, high on your waist.

"this okay?" you ask quietly.

again, he nods sharply.

"then i'm comfortable."

"okay. good."

you duck your head, hiding your smile against his chest. before you know it, a laugh escapes you.

"what?" he grinds out.

"i've never seen you falter in the most dangerous situations and this is what makes you nervous?"

"i'm not nerv—"

"i can feel your poor heart, megumi."

he snaps his mouth shut. he's silent for a moment and his heart, as if to prove a point, thuds and thuds and thuds.

"it's okay," you whisper, cuddling closer, "take a deep breath—i don't bite. it's just for warmth. like you said—we'll probably have to do this all winter."

he listens to you and tries to take a deep breath, which you find endlessly endearing, too.

you hide your smile again.

"right." he says tightly, his big hand shifting just barely over your hip, "just for warmth." he agrees stiffly.

you wrap your arms around him, too, tucking yourself in deep to the corners of his body. stealing his warmth and giving yours freely. the sky, once so full of nothing, opens wide with stark, twinkling stars.

"i feel warmer already."

[jadehogwarts]

Lol i wrote a whole fanfiction on wattpad and now im going to show it here

Drunk confession

It was a sunny evening in Londen. Aziraphale cleaning up the bookshop, reshelving some new books he got while Crowley is in a pub drinking his ass off, getting himself completely drunk to forget because why else would he drink somewhere alone? But that's the problem... being alone. He rather be alone somewhere drunk than admit his feelings towards the angel, so he drinks to forget. After drinking to much of whatever he drank. Crowley got a splendid idea. Why not visit your friend's bookshop while drunk? Crowley thought. What can possibly go wrong, so the demon got up and made his way out of the building. Stumbling towards his Bentley he couldn't even walk straight, nor could he remember to sober up. he threw the door open and let himself fall into the car seat sitting like a bag of potatoes. ''okay... I'm not so think as I drunk I am''. he muttered; Crowley was in fact more drunk than he thought. The demon finally hits the accelerator and drove as a maniac trough Londen.

Meanwhile Aziraphale was reading one of the new books he got Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes. The angel was standing in front one of the bookshelf's when he heard a loud bang what made him jump in place dropping his book, he looked at the doors that where slammed open, Crowley standing in the middle of the path stumbling around eventually leaning against a bookshelf. Aziraphale immediately calmed down when he realized who it was, he sighed unbothered, picking up his book and placed it on the shelf. It does not surprise him much anymore when Crowley did things like this from getting drunk to hitting someone with his car. But he was still curious why Crowley was drunk and didn't sober himself up. ''My dear. What happened to you? You look completely utterly drunk. I hope you didn't run anyone over but knowing you, you probably did'' the demon laughed in response ''n-no I didn't, and I'm not drunk at all see?'' Crowley stumbled forwards trying to proof his point, but it only proofed that he was drunk. The angel chuckled at his friend.''Of course, you are not drunk and I'm sure you can walk in a straight line infact I'm going to ask you to walk a straight line from the front of the bookshop to the back of it without falling do you think you can do that?'' Crowley raised his eyebrow in response. ''I can do that'' The demon lets go of the bookshelf falling a bit to the right, but he recovers himself fast. Aziraphale looks questionable at Crowley's attempt to walk. ''ey don't give me that look'' Crowley said *walking* forwards. He was stumbling halfway trough the bookshop where the angel was standing ''I told you I can do it'' but as soon as he said that he fell over his own feet infront of the angel. Aziraphale was at once concerned ''are you all right dear?''. It didn't bother Crowley at all instead he tilted his head up and laughed. ''Seems like a fell for you''.

The angel lets out a relieved sigh since Crowley is drunk Aziraphale didn't pay much attention to the comment he made. ''you have failed dear, but your attempts were highly amusing''. He chuckled along with the demon. Aziraphale helped Crowley up by the arms when he was finally standing a bit the angel sighed again with a worried smile ''What am I to do with you Crowley, you need to take better care of yourself dear I do worry about you''. Crowley didn't hear much from what the angel said to him since his head begins to spin, he placed his hand on his forehead. ''for starters you could throw me away'' he groaned at the headache he got but it slowly went a bit away. Aziraphale clapped his hands together, moved them down.'' I could but I wont you're my friend'' he released his hands, rubbing his nose bridge.'' I might be a bit disappointed in you, though my dear I mean I know you drink to much, but I did not think you would get this bad''. Crowley was getting slightly annoyed by all the questioning, his headache but he also couldn't be serious. ''then you don't know the real me'' he raised his voice at the angel crossing his arms accidently leaning to the right what made him almost fall again but he recovered himself quickly. Crowley isn't in a good state at all what made his friend concerned. Aziraphale looked with pity? Sympathy? At him, the demon couldn't really make sense of it. ''what is going on Crowley? You seem upset about something, usually you don't drink this much, in fact you never get this drunk, you have been acting so strangely lately it feels as if you're trying to prove something''. 

The angel clicked with his fingers trying to make sense of his friend's behaviour really expecting him to answer honestly while he's drunk. ''But I do not know what it is''. The demon smirked in response leaning, stumbling forward ''if I-I was trying to prove something to you would you really think I would be here like this'' as the demon was leaning forwards, he pouted a bit. The angel taken a step back while Crowley swayed his hand in the air. Aziraphale sighed holding his calm. '' I'm trying to understand your behaviour. You seemed so focused before the apocalypse now it seems that all you care about drinking yourself into a stupor'' the angel gave his friend a more concerned look, grabbing his hand what was floating somewhere in the air, putting it down so the demon doesn't hurt himself on accident. '' I am worried that you are trying to avoid something or escape from your emotions. I know you dear something isn't right here''. Aziraphale could really read his friend like a book he knew something was going on, but he could not place it. The demon leaned even more closer what made the angel flustered. He putted his hand in the air again and touched the angel's nose fast, smiling widely not putting it together what he is doing. Aziraphale took a deep breath calming himself down >he's drunk, and he doesn't know what he is doing< the angel thought to himself. While Crowley softly sighed '' Alright angel it doesn't matter because even if you where right what could you possibly do to help its not like you can shut off the feelings, I have for you''. He said annoyingly at the angel stumbling a bit fort and backwards Crowley didn't even realize what he said. Even his drunk self couldn't forget the feelings he has for his *friend*. 

Aziraphale was taken aback from the sudden unexpected confession of the demon, he looked at him in utterly shock while his cheeks start to get a colour. ''Crowley dear. What did you just say? Do you know what you said?'' Crowley looking confused back at him. '' I said what?''. He doesn't remember much from the conversation they had since he got at the bookshop. ''oh'' Aziraphale looked away embarrassed. Maybe he has heard it wrong? Or he didn't mean it since he is drunk. ''I see you don't even remember. The angel nervously chuckled.'' You said you had ehm feelings for me dear. Well at least that's what I thought you said. Crowley was getting more confused and tired of this conversation. What may have been hours he finally remembered he could sober himself up. ''what?'' he smiled sheepishly at his friend. ''I think I should sober myself up''. The angel nodded in response. ''That would probably be a good idea before we continue this conversation. You aren't yourself when you are drunk''. With that Crowley clicked his fingers, his body shaking a bit as he sobers up, leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Aziraphale letting out a nervous cough.'' So? Do you remember now?''. Crowley starts to rub his forehead ''wow''. He said loudly.'' I'm never getting that fucked up drunk again I couldn't even remember to sober myself up!''. he laughed out, then looking at the angel who was waiting for an answer. Crowley got serious again adjusting his sunglasses. ''No angel I don't remember much from earlier.'' He sighed hoping that he didn't say anything to embarrassing. The angel said fast ''You literally said you have feelings for me dear''. 

Crowley is the one now that stood in shock, he wanted nothing more then sink trough the floor or that the other demons took him and just killed him on spot. '' I did?''. He slammed his hand against his head. '' I'm such an idiot'' he muttered under his breath to himself. ''now it is a really good time to throw me out since you didn't want to do it earlier''. He said in a more high-pitched voice then he liked. The angel smiled sympathetically at his flustered friend.'' You're not an idiot Crowley. You did something stupid''. The angel chuckled to himself. ''But that doesn't mean you are an idiot. People do stupid stuff when they are drunk''. Aziraphale hesitated for a moment and took Crowley's hand. ''You are very important to me. I didn't want to throw you away then nor do I now''. He smiled at the demon as his cheeks are getting more of a colour now. '' But if you have something to say to me dear you can say it''. He gave Crowley's hand a little squeeze for reassurance. Meanwhile when the angel took his hand it surprised him making him a more flustered mess, but he didn't pull away he was to stunned to speak progressing all the things he said to him. ''I uhm''. He waited a moment collecting himself ''fine'' he couldn't actually understand why he agreed to talk about his feelings I guess it was something the angel got out of him. Crowley closed his eyes. Aziraphale couldn't even see if the demon closed or opened his eyes, but he could sense that Crowley was nervous. ''I didn't mean to tell you while drunk but I meant the words that was the whole reason I got drunk in the first place'' he really didn't want to see the angel's reaction as his face got more of a colour. Aziraphale was a bit shocked to hear it even though he sensed that Crowley was nervous he couldn't imagine that he loved him to, that he was hearing it correctly when he confessed earlier. He stares at his *friend* for a bit before saying anything. '' You....You actually meant it? You weren't just joking?''.

 Crowley is really starting to regret saying anything at all, that he got himself so drunk to end up in this situation. He slowly opened his eyes again. ''no, I wasn't joking''. Aziraphale starts to feel a little lightheaded. The world seems to spin around him. ''W-Why didn't you tell me sooner? You've been acting so strangely. But I never thought... I didn't know''. Crowley sighed getting more flustered by the second.'' Well maybe I didn't know how to tell you and you weren't picking up the signs either''. The angel was getting more overwhelmed by the situation. He took a deep breath and calmed himself down once again. '' ehm Well in that case I should say something as well shouldn't I?''. His face grew more hotter.'' I eh.... I have feelings for you to''. He chuckled. ''does that mean we are both idiots?''. Crowley's worries went away as he heard the angel confess his feelings. He laughs along with the angel. '' nah you're not. You don't get so stupidly drunk''. Aziraphale sighed relieved. ''No that's right. I don't get that drunk. I know my limits. But dear since you are sober''. He hesitated biting his lip.'' And we have admitted that we have feelings for each other.... What do you...''. The angel couldn't find the right words, but he smiled softly at Crowley. He knew exactly what he wanted to say. That's the benefit of knowing each other for 6000 years. '' Whatever you want us to be angel''. The demon smiled at him. Aziraphale smiling as well. 

He looked at Crowley and took of his glasses placing on the nearest shelf. ''I want to see your beautiful eyes you don't need to hide them from me''. As he said that he placed a hand on his cheek. Crowley only smiled more in response leaning into the touch. ''I... I want to be... I want this to mean something more. I want to be with you Crowley.''. the demon placed his hand gently on his angel's waist. He doesn't pull him closer yet while he wants to he doesn't want to go to fast for the angel. Aziraphale could sense that he hesitates .'' You are not going to fast for me dear''. With that Crowley pulls him closer their body'spressing against each other. Their faces inches away from each other. ''you don't know how long I have waited for this moment''. He said in a breathy whispering voice. Crowley closed the gap between them their lips pressed against the others. Aziraphale's other hand reached towards the other side of the demon's face pulling him closer. They have both waited so long for this, dancing around one another. They are on their own side now. As they explored each others' lips aziraphale pulled away catching his breath. Looking deeply into Crowley eyes. The world didn't around them didn't matter right now. Just the two of them. Aziraphale's hand was still on his cheek he pulled him closer again pressed his forehead against the demons closing his eyes. ''I love you Crowley. He also closed his eyes as he pressed his hand on the angels hand. ''I love you to angel''. After all he didn't regret getting that drunk.

[skellagirl]

I am, as usual, late lol, but Y'KNOW. This is gonna be a long, rambly post lol, sorry, I have a lot of thoughts.

2023 was a weird year for me, artwise. When it began I was still deep in my Art Block From Hell, which had begun in mid-2021 and lasted the entirety of 2022.

Being in the thick of such a ridiculously suffocating art block, for TWO AND A HALF YEARS, is like... I can't describe how fucking life-draining it is. It felt like something was fundamentally wrong with me -- like a part of me, which used to be as effortless as breathing or blinking my eyes, had ceased to function altogether. It wasn't just a regular art block, it was a complete identity crisis. I could no longer trust the instincts I'd honed over twenty-plus years, could no longer trust my sense of observation or my ability to recreate what I saw. I felt BROKEN, and every single time I picked up my tablet pen it was like I was scraping my insides with a spoon, trying to pick up whatever tiny dregs of dried-up, crusty shit I could manage to puke up onto my canvas. It was fucking painful and humiliating and completely demoralizing.

I'm not really sure what finally got me to do so, but sometime in summer (my memory is shit lol) I downloaded Game Maker, found a video tutorial on youtube, and just... gave myself over to it. I made myself learn how to use Aseprite, and working with pixels, making teeny-tiny little sprites, forced me to work in ways I usually don't. It was a lot harder for me to find the flaws in my art when my art was thirty-five pixels tall and the anatomy was stylized to communicate clear information rather than be a recreation or approximation of reality. I think I really do credit that time working on game dev as the thing that finally cracked loose all the gunk that was keeping me stuck -- I could not perpetuate the cycle of toxicity I'd fallen into because I could barely even conceptualize what 'good' or 'bad' pixel art even looked like lol. I just knew that I was making art, and for the first time in two years, it didn't feel like I was having to desperately beg the emaciated husks of my sense of self-worth and confidence to cooperate while doing so.

(I actually sort of abandoned my foray into game dev around August/September lol, as my adhd-brain, flitting around like a little hummingbird to every dopamine-rich-flower, is wont to do ��� But I wanna get back into it at some point!)

From there I had a rush of inspiration for an original project I've been mulling around in my head for years, and I wrote thousands of words in my worldbuilding document, made a map, developed the shell of a possible actual STORY. I returned to sketching. Conventional sketching. It was, at first, largely still comprised of that same demotivating struggle against myself, but I was so deep in the throes of inspiration (after several years of this project laying dormant in my google drive) that I NEEDED to sketch. So I kept going. And after a while, it got....... easier. And I started hating everything I made a little less. I painted, properly, for the first time in years. I stayed up late into the night, even if it meant I would be tired at work the next day, because drawing felt so damn GOOD again and I had missed that feeling so much. All I wanted to do was draw. For the first time in two and a half years, I could finally see the light at the end of the fucking tunnel.

I still don't think I'm quite out of the woods yet. My style is changing, as all artists' styles do over time, and that comes with stumbling adjustments. My confidence is still small and shaky and recovering; I still catch myself second-guessing what I've drawn, and even looking at some of the things here on my grid makes me cringe a little bit for one reason or another.

But compared to both 2021 and 2022, the volume of art, and in particular the volume of art I don't actively despise, is WAY higher, and I'm really really hopeful that that means I'm finding my footing again.

So! Here's to 2024, and to continuing to move towards the light at the end of the tunnel 🙏🌟 I'm gonna try.

[scarletspider-lily]

hi. I stumbled across your blog recently and it seems we're in pretty similar positions. I'm a closeted queer kid stuck in a toxic Christian household and I'm probably agnostic at this point. my family is pretty mad at me because my younger sister has been baptized for a while and I'm not. and it's so frustrating, my mom trying to force me into devotionals with her and the like. on top of that, I'm almost certain my little sister is also queer but is severely repressed and has thrown herself into religion to make up for it. thankfully I only have 12 months left in this house before I can leave for college, but it's been hard. anyway, wishing you the best in your situation. I might make a side blog similar to yours if I have the concentration. thanks for listening

oh, we have a similar sort of situation, though i want to try keeping myself anonymous on this blog so i wont go into specifics... i related to a lot of that in oddly specific ways lol sorry about your situation, i myself actually can say, i got baptized in order to keep my christian reputation in the eyes of my parents. however my actions definitely scream secular, so theres that,,, ! you can attempt to persuade them that you need more time to think about baptism despite your age vs. your sister's, or say that you are talking to your pastor or someone about the details of baptism and dedicating your life to christ as a cover up for you not wanting to be baptized.

and man, what you said about your sister makes me sad, it really reminds me of many people. its easy to only turn to toxic or extreme forms religion if you do not have a good support system or a diverse set of hobbies, i hope those beliefs help your sister more than hurt her for sure, because it is possible she can rely on that in a healthy manner. and yeah, i do recommend making a sideblog like this. the only con of this is that sometimes people can give random feedback or preach on your posts (has not happened to me yet surprisingly) and if one has religious trauma , having a sideblog dedicated to leaving religion might trigger them at times. but if youre already in such a situation, as am i, this stuff isnt new, and i personally have no regrets about this blog, its really helped me come to terms with my situation and staying firm in my lack of belief :)

[emma-what-son]

It was so funny when emma interviewed greta at cop26 and greta seemed to trash all the celebs at the conference to their face including emma saying how they are just there to 'green wash' and not do anything for the environment in real life lmao. I hope greta see's those private plane pics of emma and wont meet up with her again

She wasn't wrong lol. Not sure if she will stumble across those pics tbh.

[s0lar-ch3ri]

ok SO ive been in school and its been schooling, so full on rambles havent been a thing i have time for BUT its friday here now so ill ignore my weekend homework and write for you lol

i do wanna say this, i may have forgotten details on drey or lizzie and i wont be checking the wiki out of fear for spoilers (on ep 94 rn so im almost through it!!!) so if i make bullshit up i apologize dearly

ANYWAYS TIME FOR MY FAVORITE LESBIAN AND DREY FERIN!!! (spoilers for up to ep 94 maybe)

lizzie is such a compelling character, but i think what makes her incredible isnt how shes handled crews singlehandedly (possibly figurative and literally), but how powerful her words seem to be. while gill's speech was what set john off his edge, lizzies was the first to inspire him into change. im pretty sure jazz was talked to by lizzie. yes her actions are loud, but her words are the speakers that carry out her messages! the black rose took her and chip aboard, and while it trained her, shes leaving it back behind her in the past because she doesnt need the black rose anymore (opposite to chip, who wants to get that experience back). she builds herself a story away from the black rose, becoming more a person. shes believed to do the shit that rumors say because of how powerful her words are.

shes so strong now, yet shes not exactly forgiving. while chip is excited to find the black rose, lizzie is the exact opposite. shes happy their gone for the bullshit they went through and is full on willing to kill them to not deal with them. when she sees drey she threatens to kill him if hes still in her view, and he has the audacity to not remember her after all that. god grizzly did so well story telling wise for this

while after the black rose lizzie grew stronger and stronger, it seems like drey kind of grew weaker in the sense that his main tool for his weapon is unrepairable (his arms lol). sure, hes adapted to be able to use his feet for stufff, but i doubt he'll be fine in combat. i honestly hope he can retire in piece (I MEANT PEACE LMAO) but we already know that rufus was still in danger despite being retired from pirating. not to mention, he just like, doesnt remember shit of the hole in the sea (well, most of it). it was bad enough that he cant fucking remember lizzie, and maybe she likes it that way.

honestly, i think lizzie has a bit of a hatred for ferins less because theyre navy and more because shes "been played" so to speak by two of them (i havent actually seen or heard the scene yet, but i cant escape the spoilers of ava and lizzie forever). she loved two ferins, one like a parent (atleast somewhat like a parent) and one like her girlfriend. and she tries hiding up from jay, because maybe she reminds her of ava and can just tell that shes someone who could be her friend. and when she leaves (lizzie would say when and not if for a bit), lizzie will feel broken and betrayed again and the last she needs when theres war sparking soon is feelings of weakness.

anyways, while i could do so much with lizzie, im gonna talk about the things you were bringing up with drey, because yes! it is something i never really thought about, why drey chose to be a pirate. i mean, we know he met captain rose who just had asked him and he said yes. (i ended up looking at dreys wiki mainly cause i needed to make sure i dont wanna bs, but im also going off the video itself) but why? why, when the ferin family has been navy for years, does drey just decide "yeah, fuck it"? maybe because drey considers this captain at the time (quoted from the episode) "An angel in your eyes, he is the sexiest man you’ve ever seen before", or maybe because his old small ship was destroyed by said captains ship, but its truly an anigma. looking at the wiki (ok the only reason ive done it for drey is if there were shit going on with drey in the black sea, i probs would have stumbled into it, so im not so scared for spoilers with him), which by the way isnt always the greatest source but there are knowledgeable people who add shit onto the pages, it mentions how drey set out to be an adventurer and shit, and did hesitate to join out of fear of bad treatment hes faced before, which is kinda interesting. plus, drey tries to yell up to the ship that the boat "was all hes got", so my thoughts are he probably had some rough treatment and pressure (if he was ever in the navy thats probably doubled) and decided to become a pirate after seeing how free this crew seemed, i guess.

as for family relationships, i could have sworn drey said goodbye to jay before he left, or atleast jay mentions it to chip in the humble beginnings ep. i think jay may have looked up slightly to drey, being brave to go against the navy and such (even if it had to be hidden from her dad). they probably werent super close, but i dont believe they had bad blood (besides the fact theyre related to jays dad (joke)). most definitely they would have grown closer while drey was on board the deck. i cant imagine ava being close to drey because probs jay and ava were put in the navy at a young age, but whos to say? id say jayson and may were closer to him when he was younger, but they do grow more distant from the distance (so smart wording cherii), even though jayson and drey would be so much more distant from all the "pirate vs navy" shit. also, i did find on the wiki which says taylor ferin and drey were distant so yeah.

but yeah hes a mystery man for sure ALSO just got to the beginning of ep 97, and the idea thats hes grown slightly weaker shows by how he keeps missing the shots. yeah, its pretty impressive that hes firing a gun without using his arms, but hes at a heavy disadvantage (accdiental dnd opun?) if he cant use them properly. the legendary status he had (not that hed be willing to admit it) has retired alongside him, and he gets to watch his niece become the next sureshot.

dont have more ideas to talk on and i hope the wait was worth it tigers have a happy day

hey fnc guy ive been very normal about your posts and writings (literally the chapter in my one shot collection im writing rn is inspired by one of your writings) ive noticed youve seen me ramble on the idiot captains and was wondering if maybe i could do a special character analyzation for ya? besides npcs without any known story to go off (like the tailor lady or smth) of i could write about mythborne and riptide idk im bored lol

:0 we’ll first off tHANK YOU I REALLY APPRECIATE THAT 😭😭

My pick is Drey Ferin becaUSE while we don’t know a ton in depth about him, I just don’t see a lot of stuff talking about him in general and I think he’s just a fascinating little guy. I’ve been thinking abt him. Why did he leave to be a pirate? Was he ever a part of the navy? Do you think he had a good relationship with Jayson when he was younger? Did he have a good relationship with his mom? Or May and Ava and Jay? Did he even ever meet jay?

I feel like his background could be really expanded upon and I think it’s SO interesting the way we know hardly any of his motives and I’m curious abt what other people think think :3

But that’s also all very highly speculative and if you wanna ramble abt someone with a more in depth, canon backstory I’d say go w Lizzie. She’s SO interesting to me and I love her and with the lore drop in 101 OUGH

[whaterverthe]

girl help im in love with ceo diluc 😦

OMG BABE WAKE UP MONO FINALLY POSTED A WORK !!

Synopsis : Diluc stutters

Pairing :CEO!Diluc x Assistant!Reader

Cw : grinding?? Diluc is the only who gets off >:( , not dialogue filled because DUH its me, BAD GRAMMAR i think

Authors note lolz : reader is gn lol, but i didnt proof read so if reader ISNT or if theres any indication lmk pretty pls? , anyways here is yalls meal, i really hope its enough for rn. ( NOT PROOF READ IM GONNA DIE BUT I WROTE THIS AT 3 AM )

Diluc stutters when he gets nervous : or more specifically when he wanted something. A trait he had picked up when he was younger.

Big bad CEO Diluc. His stare was intimidating, and his overall aura screamed “ professional”. Owning a Major corporation was no joke and the way he presented himself proved he took the job seriously.

But even then, he was so nervous around you. He might stumble on his words or mispronounce something, turning the same shade as his hair when you correct him.

Your aura rivaled his own in terms of professionalism and it was something that both he majorly respected and was nervous about. While you should intimidate him, he began to like you more and more, that he cant quite keep up the professional composure in front of you.

He cant tie a tie without almost choking himself and stutters when hes realized he has to ask you to help, your face is indifferent as your hands work around the tie like youve done many times before, he knows you can feel his ragged breaths as you pull the tie tighter then necessary.

He’s got a bit of a bad memory and sometimes forgets where he places personal items. He turns a shade of of Garnet red when you point out where it was, smiling a bit as he mutters curses in a language you cant understand before thanking you profusely.

He's sensitive, and stutters when asking you to touch him.

"H-here please?" hes hesitant as he guides your hand to his leaking erection, hes a bit disoriented and he can feel himself getting antsy, hes sweating and hes hot. His discarded tie is still in your hand and his shirt is unbottoned to the top.

He wines into your neck when you palm him through his tight fitting jeans, not stopping him from grinding into your hand to gain more friction. He mutters small praises of "feels good" and "Thank you"'s into your neck as he does so.

He knows hes acting less like Diluc Ragnvindr should and more like a dog but he just cant help it. And he knows you enjoy it judging by the small chuckles he hears and the way you kiss up his jaw and any place you can reach, rubbing his back with your free hand as you continue to palm him through his jeans.

He's not selfish, but he knows it wont be enough to get him off in time, and you probably wouldn't allow him to go to a meeting with a failed orgasm. But the thought of asking you for more makes him bury his head into your neck farther, whining again as you palm him particularly hard.

"Whats wrong?" Hes not sure how you noticed, you always do. Maybe because he was moving slower, or making less noise, he didnt know. But you did.

"Please" He pauses, reluctant on asking.

"Please what?, dont be afraid to ask"

Its a hard request to follow, hes afraid his voice will fail him.

He mutters some words against your shoulder as you lift his head up to meet his unfocused eyes. "What would you like Sir?"

You still insisted on calling him that, even when you were off the clock and even when he was coming undone on your lap.

He stutters on his words a couple times before he finally tells you what he wants, what he needs.

"I need, I need m-more" He tries to make eye contact and fails, face getting hotter on how lewd the sentence was in such a situation.

He inhales sharply when you unzip his jeans and take out his dick from its confines, getting straight to business.

"Like this?" you ask, you know its what he wants but judging by the glint of amusement in your eyes — you wanted to make it harder for him, despite your usual stoic appearance you always were a fan of teasing Diluc.

He moans out a form of yes before his head finds a place between your neck and shoulder, kissing your neck slightly. His body going slack in your lap as you jerk him off, helping him come undone.

He need not ask for more, for he knows despite your kindness, he shouldn't and couldn't afford to be greedy with you. You were good to Diluc, better then any one else and thats all he needed.

He grinded back into your lap, panting and letting out breathy moans and groans as you jerk him off faster, sensing his coming orgasm. Your free hand sliding up and down his back in a sense of reassurance.

He can let go, and he does.

He has trouble hiding the hickeys before the meeting, and stutters when asking if you could help him.

send twitter links i am desperate

[atsumiye]

drunk dial

- atsumu x reader

a/n: i wrote this on a plane and didn’t read over it lol also someone pls take away my computer so ill stop writing about atsumu all the time

its 4 am. you know this because after hours of tossing and turning, checking your phone and scrolling through countless social media apps, you've managed to finally fall asleep.

that was until your ringtone woke you up from your 5 minutes of sleep. and if that wasn't enough to wake you up, then one quick glance at the contact name sure was. its been about 3 weeks? maybe 4, you aren't really sure. you’ve spent most of your time by yourself and not leaving from your apartment much kind of makes time feel like a blur.

you take a deep breath before picking up the phone, sliding across the screen and placing the phone up to your ear. you hear heavy breathing and music so loud you can feel the vibrations in your chest.

"can i come see you?" its hard to catch but you hear it just fine. he sniffles a few times before adding a small "please?" and despite your better judgement you whisper back, "of course."

and in less then 10 minutes, he comes knocking at your door. he's shivering as you answer the door, his jacket is missing despite the cold temperature and one of his shoes are half put on, laces untied on both. he reeks of alcohol, which would explain the loud club music and allows you to make the connection to why he even called in the first place.

pulling on his sleeve you drag him to your bedroom, helping him to completely take off his shoes. he stumbles in and drops down onto your bed as you ask, "so..." there's a long pause. one in which you hope he would explain himself, but he just stares at you as if he is memorizing every detail on your face. "what are you doing here miya?"

you hear his wince at your question, "don' call me that. 'm tsumu."

you help him slide under the blanket, "okay tsumu, what are you doing in my apartment at 4 am drunk?"

you tuck the blanket under his chin then sit down at the edge of your bed. he turns to lay on his side to face you, "can i get some water?"

you stand up and bring him the glass of water, "are you going to answer me?", you take the empty glass from him to place it on the night stand. he snuggles into the pillow while pulling the blanket up more.

"i miss ya." his lips start to form a pout, the same one he pulled when you said no to the volleyball printed bed sheets. and he knows you cant resist it, because you both left that evening with necessities and the bed sheet set. the same one that's tucked neatly under your bed. and at that moment you thank whatever higher power is up there that you changed the sheets to new ones instead of the volleyball ones yesterday.

"and who is at fault for that?" you brush his bangs back as you convinced yourself you can have this just one more time. you tell yourself he wont remember this night anyway.

"'m sorry. 'm stupid for ever thinkin' i could be without ya. and for putting everythin' above ya. and for breaking up with ya. 'm really really sorry y/n." he pulls his hand out from under the blanket to hold yours. he interlocks your fingers and looks to you for an answer.

"how come you only apologize when you're drunk? you broke my heart tsum." you turn your head to look at the wall, your eyes landing on the photo of the two of you that you never had the heart to take down.

"baby, i love ya. still." he sits up a bit, trying to meet your eyes.

"i know tsumu."

"do ya still love me?"

you turn to meet his eyes and bring your other hand to brush through his hair. atsumu tore your heart to pieces a few weeks ago, but as you sit there, fingers interlocked, staring into his warm honey eyes, you know your answer. you place a small kiss onto his forehead as you help him get back into your bed. smiling down at him you rub his cheek with your thumb and you whisper,

"always. i could never stop loving you."

[dream-a-little-longer-1]

My head is always filled with angsts for some reason I'm sorry💔💔💔

Imagine Louis and Albert seeing their S/O in a near death situation and they almost failed to save them(getting assassinated etc), i wanna cry it's like my favourite therapy🥰

Anyways, i hope you're doing well these days Luna >:D

- Rinn

Hi Rinn-san!!! (◠ᴥ◕ʋ)

Oh dont apologize!we all need some angst in our lives sometimes lol!

Oh...cant say i haven't thought of this scenario!but u know me,only happy endings are allowed here!(^._.^)ﾉ

Hope u enjoy!

-love,Luna

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Albert

•Albert does not cry,not easily at least

•but when he sees your lifeless body fall down on the ground

•with a loud BANG! echoing through the alleyway

•he can feel his stomach twisting,his throat closing up as he stumbles forward

•there's a sick feeling rising up in his chest as he drops his knife and runs toward you

•cradling your bloody form in his arms

•his whole body shaking violently as he calls for you,begs you to stay awake

• "Y/n."

•he whispers

• "Y/N!!!"

•he cries as he shakes you,his tears now falling freely down his cheeks as he presses a hand down on your wound to stop the bleeding

• "my dear,my love,please stay awake..."

•and when you raise a shaky hand to his cheek

•leaving a trail of blood behind,

•he chokes on a sob

•because even in your worst state of body and mind,you always make sure to comfort him

• "Albert-Sama!!'

•there's a familiar voice ringing in the dark alley,someone he knows but cant point out

•but he takes you in his arms to rise up,his whole vision blurry

•there's a gentle kiss to your forehead,and his voice is trembling but determined nevertheless

• "everything's gonna be fine,my dear."

Louis

•Louis never wanted you in the battlefield

•that's why he always convinced you to stay in the mansion,away from all the danger

•but when he comes back from a mission

•and hears a loud noise of shooting

•someone screaming,someone crying out in pain

•he knows he shouldn't have kept you away from himself

•Louis comes inside just as someone jumps outside the window, throwing the gun on the ground as they run away

•but Louis doesn't even bother to look at them

•not when he reaches you,and feels his knees hitting the hard floor

•your body feels warm,and at the same time too cold in his arms

•and he fights the urge to throw up his guts at the sight of your blood on his hands

•someone calls his name,and he knows you'll be saved

•but as tears runs down from his scarlet eyes

•and he hears someone screaming,someone who's in pain

•he doesn't realize who it is until his throat turns soar and there are hands on his shoulders

•you'll be fine,and he knows it

•but he wont be able to forgive himself,not until you're awake and smiling in his arms again

[mxchellesworld]

Attraction and Repulsion 

Harry Styles x Reader

Synopsis; Where Harry is too much of an asshole for a proper relationship but too good in bed for you to leave 

Warnings; mean!harry, arguments, name calling, smut, unprotected sex, creampies, degradation, impact play, choking, 

a/n; harry styles fans come get yall juice!! ok i wont lie this kinda seems all over the place but i like it anyways. hope yall enjoy and please send some feedback:)

***

You thought it was real funny. It was absolutely hilarious how the whole world saw Harry as a sweet lad who wears big trousers and has fun nails. But you saw him for who he really was. Harry Styles was mean. Plain and simple. 

But you loved it. 

And as much as you tried to deny it, you both knew it was true. You were like magnets. When you weren’t absolutely repulsed by one another, starting an argument, you were wrapped up in each others sheets feeling the strongest attraction you’d ever felt for another person. 

You were always stuck in a limbo of back and forth. Arguments and name calling over the phone leading to quick hang ups and the eventual knock on the door signaling he was there to deal with you the only way he knew how to put you in your place. 

You were drawn to him like a moth to flame. And just like you, he was also too stubborn to admit that he’d want anyone else but you. No matter how cocky he got flaunting the fact that he could get any person in the world with just a smile and wink, he knew he’d never actually do it. 

Under all the petty acts and insults there was the smallest bit of adoration he held for you and you only. 

_ 

You had been lounging around your apartment when your phone chimed. It was one of your girlfriends sending you a link to a newspaper article. You hadn’t bothered to look at the title on the message before clicking on it and seeing the large cover photo on your screen. 

Right there Harry and some model getting cozy after his last show. Big bold letters on the teen magazine reading ‘HARRY STYLES AND NEW BAE???’. You audibly scoffed. 

It wasn’t like he was your boyfriend so you couldn’t really do much about it, you thought ignoring the small sting in your chest. Shaking off the feeling you skimmed the rest of the article then replied to the message, “she is kinda hot, maybe he’ll give me her number lol” 

With that you threw your phone on the other side of the couch and started to get up. It was 3pm a little too early in your book to start drinking at home and especially too early to start letting him ruin your day. 

Maybe it was time to start looking at other people. You were hot and single, living in a big city with other hot singles, it shouldn’t be too hard for you to find someone to get in a stable relationship with or at the bare minimum a good fuck for the night. 

So you did what anyone else does and picked up your phone once again, going straight to the app store. Right on the front page was tinder and just for good measure you added bumble. Making the accounts were easy enough but selecting the pictures for your profile was tricky. You wanted a good amount of selfies and body shots. Cute pictures but also something risky enough to catch the eye. 

Soon enough you were already swiping and giggling to yourself about the future prospects you had lined up. Meanwhile in a city about a few hundred miles from you Harry was sitting with a frown on his scowl on his face in the same predicament you were in earlier that day. 

He was in his hotel room packing up and getting ready to head back home when his phone chimed. He looked over to see if it was his manager or someone from crew with any updates on departure times however it was one of his close friends. 

At first he was expecting a sports update or an invitation to go to a bar when he got back but instead it was a screenshot of your tinder profile. When had you gotten that? he thought to himself. 

It wasn’t like he could get mad since he knew he didn’t treat you the best. But that was just your dynamic, deep down you both cared for each other and even then it made for the best sex of his life. 

Looking back down at the glowing screen he swiped through the few screenshots he was sent. Various pictures of you out with friends. The one that got him was a picture of you in the bathtub, your body was covered by the porcelain yet just enough of your chest just was showing in the mirror as you gave the camera your best sultry look. 

Yet the real kicker was the bio where you included him in your top artists. He scoffed and shook his head, biting his lip as he clicked out from the messages app. Instead he called up his manager to get him on the fastest plane back home. If the blood wasn’t rushing to his face he knew he’d be hard as a rock but for now he’d save that frustration for when he saw you. 

_

You knew tinder hookups were easy to get but you didn’t know just how easy. After spending the day scrolling away, putting your phone down for food and subtle chores you landed a ‘date’, which you really knew was ‘lets get tacos before we fuck on my couch’. 

You had planned to meet at 8pm at some restaurant by your house. At 6:30 you started to get ready slowly, taking your time in the shower, shaving, the works. You had your music connected to a speaker getting yourself excited for the night. 

Who wouldn’t be? You needed this. This was your time to get all dolled up and get to cum from someone other than yourself or the man who makes the vein in your forehead pop when you think about him. 

You put on your sweet smelling lotion and head to your closet looking for an outfit. It was starting to get warm so you settled for a black t-shirt dress that fell to mid thigh with tan heeled booties. You pulled out a jean jacket to put on top in case it was windy.

After finishing your hair and makeup, it was nearing 7:30 and you were back on your couch fixing up the pillows and picking up any misplaced items in case the night led you back to your place. Suddenly you heard a knock on your door, the same hard 3 rasps which only meant one person. 

Your heels clicked on the hard wood as you made your way to the door, unlocking it and opening it halfway, “What do you want Harold,” you said unamused. 

“You look pretty,” he said pushing past you, ignoring the annoyance in your tone. 

“Wish I could say the same about you. Now what do you want? I’m busy and I have to leave soon,” you said rolling your eyes. 

He took a seat on your previously neat couch, spreading his legs and putting his arms up on the back. The way he looked you up and down sent chills up your spine, “What did you get a date that quick? The internet works wonders doesn’t it love”, he said rolling his neck. 

“How did you know abo- actually I don’t care. As a matter of fact I do have a date and I’m meeting him soon so if you don’t mind leaving,” you said picking up your jacket and purse, “Why don’t you call that one girl from your show? She probably misses you.” 

He let out a short laugh before pushed on his knees to stand back up, “Ah I see what this is. You’re jealous and you think going on a little date with some nobody would hurt me.” The cockiness was just seeping out of him. 

“Pull your head out of your a-,” you started before he cut you off. 

“No no you’re gonna listen to me angel. We may not be together but you belong to me. No one else can ever touch you or fuck you as well as I can,” he said leaning in to whisper in your ear. 

It was almost sad how easily he could have you crumbling. Just then your phone dinged. It was a message from the guy, Danny? You couldn’t remember at this point. 

“Answer it sweatpea, tell him you can’t make it.” 

You were really debating it. On one side this could be your chance to finally tell Harry to fuck off but on the other you knew it would be hard to replace him and you weren’t even sure you completely wanted to. That was a whole other layer of emotions to dig through. 

You looked back up at Harry, one of his curls falling into his eyes which were filled with lust. The way his tongue peeked out to slip over his pink lips gave you the answer you needed. 

“Fuck,” you whispered unlocking your phone. Quickly you typed out a half ass apology about your sister needing you to babysit, even though she lived out of state, he didn’t need to know. 

After you hit send your phone was quickly plucked from your grasp and pushed into Harry’s pocket. You didn’t think much about it when his lips pressing onto yours was acting as a great distraction. 

He pulled away lightly mumbling a “taste like strawberries”. If you weren’t so turned on you would’ve giggled. 

You moaned into his mouth pulling him by his loose button up shirt into your bedroom. It was a routine you had almost perfected at this point with little stumbling or need to grab onto the walls as a guide to make sure neither of you hit any corners. 

Your lips never left each others in the feverish mess of kisses. Each one making you grow needier and needier. Your fingers worked quickly in trying to get the buttons on his shirt undone. You felt his warm ones wrap around yours halting your movements. 

“Not so fast, you think I’m gonna let you off easy for what you did today?” 

You huffed out, “You did the same-”, again he cut you off. 

“I get to do whatever I want because you know who I am,” he finished trailing his thumb over your bottom lip, slowly tugging it down. All you could do was nod. 

“Say it then.” 

“Harry Styles,” you whispered out. 

You could see his pupils get bigger with each syllable. It was his favorite thing, the power, the dominance. He got off on his own name. But so did you, the thought alone made you clench your thighs as you were in the moment. 

His hand came up and tapped on your cheek, a small implication of what you knew he could do, “You’re gonna have to be louder than that lovie. Don’t worry though I’ll let you try again later.”

He backed you up until your legs hit the bed, pushing you down. You slowly crawled back, pulling your jacket and dress off as he worked on his belt and pants. You made quick work of kicking off your boots and settled into the plush sheets. 

“Hurry up Styles. I think Danny could’ve made me cum at least twice now,” you said sliding a hand down to your panties. That move would bite you in the ass but the risk was worth it. 

You let out gasps at the touch of your fingertips, moving your hips, doing anything to put on a show and hopefully have him give you what you wanted quicker. 

He eagerly got on the bed, trapping you under his knees. His hands quickly ripped yours away from where you needed them most, pinning them over your head. He leaned down, face inches from yours until you shared the same breathe. 

“You just want to be punished don’t you? Don’t worry I’ll help you get it through that stupid little slutty brain of yours,” he finished with a sadistic smile. 

You nodded frantically moaning out pleases. His hand came down on your cheek, the chill of his rings pressed against the now warm skin on your face. His nails raked down until his hand was snuggly hugging your neck. 

You tilted your head back giving him more room to squeeze and mark as he pleased, “Please Harry, want you to fuck me already.” 

He tutted his lips giving your neck one last squeeze before he pulled away. “I think we should work on your patience,” he said moving down to your spread legs. 

His warm hands pulled on the lace fabric on your hips, scoffing at the visible wet patch, “Don’t tell me this was all for old Danny-boy.” 

“No Harry its all for you,” you mewled as he let his fingers swipe through your folds. It was evil how he was leisurely propped up between your legs teasingly circling your aching bud, switching between blowing on it and nipping at it. 

You already felt the tears springing in the corners of your eyes. So little was doing so much. Just a little more and you could cum right then and there. And he knew it too. 

“Oh you better not cum. I’m not gonna be very forgiving if you do,” he trailed off almost laughing. He never let up, quick circles on your bud making your body tense up. 

“Ple- no.. oh god Harry,” you whined out. You felt your juices gushing out of you as you reached your peak. He never let up on his motions, going even faster on your overstimulated clit. 

“God you’re so pathetic. Such a whore you just had to cum,” he punctuated with a slap right on your pussy. 

At this point you were sobbing. Your head was swimming in the pleasure. You tried to apologize but the words weren’t coming together, just broken whimpers and mixes of sorry’s. 

His hand came down on your sensitive cunt two more times, each one had you trying to close your legs but he was quick to keep them open with a bruising grip. 

“Please.. Harry.”

“Please what?” he said taking in your shivering frame.

“Please fuck me! Want you to cum inside me, mark me so everyone knows i’m yours!” you spoke out breathlessly.

Quickly he flipped your over, pulling your hips up so that your pussy was on display for him. He groaned as he swiped the tip of his weeping pink cock over your already puffy folds.

With a long stroke he filled you completely. Your nerves were on fire and he hadn’t even started. His rough hands grabbed onto your hips for leverage on his thrusts.

“Fuck you’re so tight. Such a good little whore just for me to ruin,” he gritted out. He kept a steady pace, quick and deep making sure to hit your sweet spot each time.

Your nails were digging into the pillows for dear life. Eyes shut closed as your mouth fell in silent screams and jumbled phrases of pleasure. The only thing on your mind was HarryHarryHarry.

“Wanna cum again.. oh my god.. Plesse Harry fill me up! I need to feel it,” you said arching your back further. You felt each vein slide along your spongy walls making sure to clench around him and milk him for all he was worth.

His grip on your never let up. He let his hand come down on your ass cheek. Once again the rings contrasting the heat radiating off of you, “That’s it cum for me baby. I want you to scream my name when you do. Can you do that love? Shit , tell me who fucks you this good? Who’s cum do you want spilling inside you?”

You all but screamed a “Harry Styles” letting your neighbors know just who was with you that night, nights before, and nights to come.

The sweet noises and screams of his name had Harry’s cock pulsing inside you, ready to burst at any moment.

One look down at where you connected and he was sent right to heaven. Your cute little pussy creaming right on his cock had him shooting his load deep inside you.

You both gasped and groaned at the feeling of him filling you to the brim. He stilled his motions and you all but collapsed onto your bed.

You felt him lean down once again, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear before whispering, “You think Danny could’ve done that?”

[writtenbysj]

A Ghost of A Memory| D.M

Summary: You and Draco we’re friends with benefits until your sanity ran dry.  WC: 2070

Warnings: angst, toxic relationship, vague sexual encounters, drinking, intoxication-- biggest warning: Toxic Daddy lol

A/N: Leave me requests. This a ravenclaw writing bc I’m ravenclaw and don’t know what houses my readers are.

“Time for you to go,” he said. His back faced you as he slipped into his shirt, looking out into the water of the lake. Being in the dungeons, there was a constant glow of rippling water around his Prefect dorm.

Balanced on an elbow, you kept the silk sheet loosely around your chest, “Got somewhere better to be, yeah?”

His lanky figure swiveled around, taking you in. Your hair disheveled and cheeks a wild hue of pink, just how he liked it. His lips curled into a half-smile as he approached you. Sitting up, you released the sheet--exposing your bare chest. It was more of a sentiment, a notion for no words. You were baring yourself to him, only him.

This rendezvous seemed to be never ending. It began when you were paired together as partners in potions. You a Ravenclaw, him a Slytherin and together you were paired together for a potions project. It was quite clear from the beginning that he had no intention of helping with the project, so in spite, you turned it in with your name only. That incident caused a heated verbal argument and the release of a few stinging jinxes that landed you both in detention.

“I’m a Malfoy, it’s a name not hard to remember,” he seethed. Seated beside him, you rolled your eyes, “Unfortunately so.”  “I’ve got better places to be than scrubbing cauldrons with a slag like you,” he huffed, scraping out the hardened waste. “Slag? Really, in what way do I qualify as a slag for, Malfoy?” He lowly chuckled, “Right. What was I thinking--who’d touch you? You would need to garner someones attention first. Not an easy task with your messy hair and wrinkled clothes.”                                                                                              Annoyed, you scooted back to face him, “Seems like I’ve sure caught your attention, yeah?” He was silent, his eyes fixed on yours. Feeling bold, you stood up and inched closer, “Are my clothes too wrinkled for you? Want me to take them off?”

You were only being sarcastic. Trying to disgust him, but you couldn’t ignore the heat that pooled in your lower abdomen. There was an invisible string that pulled you closer and closer until your heat was met with his knee. If he bounced his leg, he’d rub your clit. And you silently begged for it with your eyes. He slowly swallowed and licked his lips, his eyes trailing down to yours.

“I wont tell anyone,” you promised. He silently nodded as his hands trailed from your ribs to your bum, squeezing; he pulled you closer. Hesitantly  you straddled his lap, nervous you would awake him from a trance. But, it was the most peculiar feeling you two had. There was a mutual itch that needed to be scratched. A release that needed to be freed. Was it the tension? The verbal arguments? Had he wanted this too?

“Somewhere better than with a slag like me,” you were bitter, and you hated to admit it. It was supposed to be a tease, but at the end of the day, that’s what you were to him. He had made it quite clear. 

You had seen Astoria rushing to kiss him after he played your house in quidditch. Saw him with a blonde at the back of the library when you were up late studying. Even saw him sneaking into an alcove while on your Prefect rounds. It also didn’t help he was keen on parties, and enjoyed the talk that followed him. It hurt, but he always said the same thing, “you promised you wouldn’t tell anyone our first time.”

“Don’t sound so down, were both using each other,” he laughed. Despite being sordid, he had the purest smile that made it feel as though having him only for a bit was worth it.

“Right, yeah, well...let me know, I guess,” you said averting his gaze as you gathered your clothes from the floor. Slipping into your laced thong, you could see him watching your from the corner of your eye. It felt like a small victory to hold his attention.

--

“I’m telling you this party will be worth it. You need to drink this slump away,” your best friend, Willow, argued. “Right, well, I’m only going for the free alcohol,” you said. 

“Also a little birdy told me, Cormac McLaggen has had his eyes on you for a bit now,” she teased. 

“Cormac McLaggen? He’s a complete git, but he is fit I guess,” you replied, finishing your makeup. You wouldn’t admit it to Willow, but, he wasn’t Draco. 

But maybe this is what you needed to move on. Show him how it felt. You weren’t just a sex doll, that sucked and bent over when he told you to. This could be good, you thought.

--

Walking into the room of requirement, the noise was deafening. It was amazing that magic alone could contain the rowdy teenagers and shouts of the singing witches.

 “Fuck, this is not a place you can be sober at,” you laughed pulling Willow to the drink table. 

“Fuck no,” she yelled. Pouring you each a shot, you shouted, “to getting drunk”. “To getting drunk,” she mimicked laughing.

It was only an hour later, but shots of fire whiskey and swigs of varying concoctions began to make you feel light, free and even confident. Across the room, Cormac stood with his friends. You had been dancing with Willow, grinding into her while keeping his attention. There was a tent in his pants that was hard to ignore. Dropping your gaze you licked your lips and made your way off the dance floor.

Leaving his friends without a second thought, he met you in the middle. “Never knew you could dance like that,” he teased.

 “I only do it if I have someone to do it for,” you flirted, tilting your head to the side.  His arms wrapped around you, and drunkly fitted you against the wall.

His lips caressed your neck, as he made his way to your ear, “you’re fucking naughty, aren’t you?” You lowly giggled, “you tell me.” 

His lips furiously engulfed yours. It was a quick, hungry rhythm as though he had been thirsting for this for days. And to be honest, you had a longing to be wanted--no, needed.

You raked your hands through his hair, before eagerly tugging at his collar. You hastily bucked your hips into his pelvis, feeling a pulsing emit from his cock. Moaning into his ear, you lips nibbled against his earlobe.

It was a moment that felt that felt eternal, but was swiftly stollen from you. “McLaggen, thanks for getting her wet but I can take it from here.” You hear, uplifting you from a trance of sexual fire.

Your eyes darted to his. Your e/c meeting his enticing blue ones. There was a dominance present; one that you had only seen in the bedroom after the moon had risen into the sky. 

“Thanks, but I think he can handle it,” you interjected, returning in for more. But, a strong hand had gripped your shoulder, pulling you back.

“Don’t think you quite get it, darling,” he stated icily. 

Pulling away, Cormac’s dilated pupils sized Draco. He carefully raked his stature, sizing his battle before returning to you.

 “Something I should know about,” he questioned. His voice was thick, and laced with an alcohol that stenched your nostrils.

“No--” “Yes,” Draco cut you off. His grip pulling you closer. “I hate others touching what’s mine,” he continued.

 Rolling your eyes and huffing out, you made yourself available to him and you knew it. He could tell you to jump and you would ask how high? At the end of the day you were his and he knew it. You belonged to him no matter how much you hated it.

“Give me a minute,” you said, grazing his McLaggen chest. It was bulky, and you intended to enjoy it. He was muscular, but not the lean muscle you were enamored with. He was bulky, and filled with a man. But you longed for a boy built with struggle.

Stumbling away, Draco gripped your arm, “Fuck, how wasted are you? I get you’re a Ravenclaw, but a McLaggen...no, a Gryffindor--what the fuck?!” He was fuming, and it would be a lie to say you didn’t enjoy it.

A firm grace swept your lips; you were in control. “Don’t like it? What happened to no one wanting to touch me?”

“You’re drunk--we’re not doing this now.” He was fuming, boiled to the top and ready to spill over.

“Keep this energy when you're pegging the next slag,” you drew, yanking your arm away.

His snowy lashes profusely blinked as he soaked in your words, before yanking you through the door. Stumbling forward, you intended to keep up with his pace but it was useless. He was charging through hallways, and leading you through unknown ground. Before you knew it he was mumbling pureblood to the dungeon door and sweeping you back into his prefect room.

“Haven’t we done this before? You have a one-fuck limit per day, if I remember correctly.” You were smart with him, but then again you were at your limit. How much longer could you uphold this needy position that you were kept in.

He angrily plummeted his hands against the wall on both side of your head, “What the fuck are you on?!”

“Don’t know what you mean, Malfoy,” your eyes struck daggers into his soul. He could feel it and his stomach propelled lower. He was losing you. 

“You’re mine,” he argued, hoping the time you two spent meant something to you as it did him.

“But you’re not mine--are you,” you questioned. His grip loosened and you walked forward, making him back up until the back of his calfs reached his bed.

“I didn’t kiss you saturday at your match. I didn’t suck you off in the library. We haven’t done it in an alcove in weeks. This was a mutual agreement of us using each other and I’m calling it off.” You words with dripping with a truth that riddled you for weeks, and you were content.

You glowed in confidence as he stood dumbfounded...or so you thought. “We couldn’t be together even if we wanted to,” he argued.

“No,” you asked, a warm liquid pooling at your slit. 

“No. Everything I do is for you, we can’t be together,” he stated. His eyes glittered in truth, but you bit your lip in resistance. You studied the boy you knew so well.

You knew his soft side, and the way he cared for his mum. The way he hated stew, and that he hated his earlobe to be nibbled because he would rather give you the sensation. You knew so much, but at the same time so little.

“You don’t get to do this,” you poked his chest. Your lips twitched and your teeth bared, “You do not own me. No matter how bad you want to posses me. I’m not yours to keep.”

It was the truth he didn't want to hear. His eyes glanced down to the floor, following the familiar rhythm of water ripples, “I want you everyday. I would choose you every minute of everyday if I could.”

“Then choose me, Draco. Choose me. I stay here waiting like a lost puppy for you to want me and I can’t do this anymore. I’m losing myself. I feel like a piece of me is missing when you’re not around and all we do is fuck when you have the time. I long for you and it hurts.” Tears brimmed your eyes and your lip twitched into a quiver. How pathetic, you thought to yourself.

His eyes stared into your words; his mouth, not moving a syllable. 

“I’m too drunk for this. Maybe another day,” you said, running your hands into your eyes--you’re head shaking.

“No,” his voice was loud, almost too loud. His walls were crumbling as he saw you exiting his world. “Please, y/n. Don’t go now.”

Your lips formed a slim line and your shoulders shrug, “Can’t stop me if I’m already gone--can you?”

 It was a timeless game that came to an end. You teasing questions he already knew the answer to. And it hurt, it truly struck a match that you so bitterly did not want to light.

But until the day he opened up, bared his walls, and submitted his ego for realease...you were gone. A ghost of a memory that would drive him mad.

[opmfics-hcs]

S Class heroes and Saitama getting asked on a date & ideal date Part 3:

Zombieman

Being asked out:

🧟‍♂️ He must know you enough and to be in good terms with if he's going to say 'yes' to a date

🧟‍♂️ He aint picky but he also doesn't entertain just anyone.

🧟‍♂️ He's pretty chill about it

🧟‍♂️ "A date? Sure. As long as there's booze, im in."

Ideal Date:

🧟‍♂️ Late night bar dates.

🧟‍♂️ Buy him a beer, have light conversations.

🧟‍♂️ Get shit faced drunk later, he's down for it. Just dont puke on him

🧟‍♂️ He'll bring you home, carrying you, if you're too drunk

🧟‍♂️ He'll just plop you to your doorstep and wait for you to stumble inside your home

🧟‍♂️ Too drunk to even open your door? Ok he'll just bust it open and drop you inside

🧟‍♂️ Nope, he wont kiss you. He doesn't kiss on the first date.

Drive knight

Being asked out:

🔩 "you want to 'go out' with me? Sus!"

🔩 This man will think you're after something

🔩 He'll interrogate you, demanding you what your plans are. He doesn't believe that you're dating him because 'you like him'

🔩 Prove to him that you aren't planning anything malicious, he'll accept, reluctantly

Ideal Date:

🔩 He doesn't have an ideal date.

🔩 He still doesn't trust you. He'll be suspicious of you the whole date

🔩 Don't take him somewhere private, he'll jump to conclusions that you're trying to get him alone to attack him. He'll immediately shift to defense mode

🔩 Just take him to the park, a picnic date would be nice.

🔩 Most likely, he'll ease up a bit during your date

🔩 Once your date is over, he'll give you a formal goodbye and leave

🔩 A chance for a 2nd date is 50/50

Pig God

Being asked out:

🐷 ".... Really? Me? Uhh.. Okay"

🐷 He's suprised someone likes him.

🐷 He'll ask if you're serious. He thinks you're joking

🐷 He'll be flattered. He'll have a little skip to his step the whole day.

Ideal Date:

🐷 All you can eat buffets

🐷 Be prepared to watch him just INHALE the food

🐷 Of course, he'll participate in conversations with you

🐷 Hope you're alright with him speaking while he eats lol

🐷 He'll escort you home.

🐷 He'll carry you on his shoulder as he walks you home

🐷 You want a kiss, he'll give you a kiss. And then he'll playfully ruffle your hair as he tells you he had a great date

🐷 He'll be so peppy the next day, still thinking about the date

Superalloy Darkshine

Being asked out:

💪 That strokes this man's ego

💪 He'll flex a bit in pride

💪 "Thank you! I would go on a date with you!"

💪 Very enthusiastic about it

Ideal Date:

💪 His ideal date is a gym date, he can show off his muscles and strengths to you better there

💪 Complement his muscles, keep stroking his ego, he likes it

💪 He'll be polite to you the whole date. His muscles and strength aren't the only ones he'll show off

💪 He also wants to show that he can treat you right

💪 After the gym, take him to a nice diner

💪 He'll follow the gentleman's guide to the T

💪 After the date, he'll bring you home, acting like a bodyguard alomg the way, scanning for monsters. He slightly wants a monster to appear, to show off some more to you

💪 I dont see him as the type to kiss on the first date

Watchdog Man

🐶 He'll stare at you for a long time

🐶He'll let out a bark and walk away

🐶 Bark = no