#if so that is TOO CUTE i need them to STOP

[eupheme]

okay but someone (you !!!) should write a cute little oneshot of that tik tok trend where you call logan your boyfriend (even though he’s your husband) and he is just not!!! happy!!! and all pouty about it !!!

ORRRRR (if not maybe both 👀) one where Logan is your boyfriend and you call him your husband and he just melts and is so happy to be around you and in your presence

everything you do is amazing!!! 💖💖💖

ooh hi hi anon! I’ve seen this trend and it’s so cute to think about Logan being like ‼️ about it - I did a little drabble for each scenario! I hope you like them! 💖 (and ahh, thank you so much!)

little games | logan howlett x f!reader

800 words | logan pov, fluff, possessive thoughts

After another long shift, your smile is all he needs.

Unable to help the tired curve of his lips as he hears your voice - the “hi honey” that you coo, from where you lean against the kitchen counter.

Phone tucked against your ear, a notebook and colorful pens splayed out in front of you.

“Sound goods, Saturday is great. Listen, I gotta go-,” Your attention pulls from him, though his eyes linger as he crouches - working on the laces of his boots.

Standing, just as he hears the rest of your goodbye.

“-my husband just got home.”

He almost trips.

Warmth floods through him, a cock of his head as he wonders if he misheard.

But his senses always had been keen.

“Mhmm.” You hum - as he slowly crosses the room. Coming up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist just as you wrap up your call.

Unable to help the tilt of his head - pressing his lips against your neck. Inhaling you, that pretty layer of scents that now linger in his home.

Something stirs, as he lets his mind run free.

“Yep,” You squirm, your hand layering over his, “See you then. Bye!”

He only gives you just enough space to twist yourself around. Still pinning you against the counter, his eyes darkened.

“Hi.” You smile, tipping your lips up to his, “Missed you.”

It’s murmured back, just as his mouth presses to yours. Sweet, when his tongue licks against your lip, his hands slipping up to cradle your jaw.

Letting himself imagine, for just a minute. Still quiet, when you pull away - the mark between his brow deepening.

Never one to beat around the bush, the words slipping before he can think too much about it.

“Called me your husband.” He husks, “You know that?”

He should catch that you’re not caught off-guard. That there’s almost a guilty flicker in your eye, before you’re inhaling a breath.

Head tilting to match his. His eyes dropping to where your tongue peeks out to wet your lip.

“Sorry, baby. Must have slipped up,” You shrug, shyly, “Did it bother you?”

The name curls in his chest, slipping around his ribs. Only adding to the flicker of desire, the soft warmth that’s settled beneath his skin.

“No.” He husks.

Dipping to kiss you again. Hips pressing flush, the curving ridge of his jeans indicating exactly how it made him feel.

“Not when it’s you saying it.”

Logan never really minds meeting the people you grew friendly with.

You attract them in a way he never did. Picking up the names of everyone in the apartment complex long before he does. The couple that live on the floor above. The old man and his dog three doors down.

Your hand patting his chest, as you stop to chat with an older woman at the base of the stairs.

“You remember Logan, right?” You ask her, “My boyfriend.”

And suddenly, he minds. Head whipping towards you so quickly his neck almost cracks.

Eyebrow arching as the women - Gladys - coos over them, the words petering out to white noise as he frowns.

“Husband.” Logan cuts in, gruffly - the gold glinting off his finger as he reaches out to shake her hand.

You giggle. Gladys only exclaims - and it’s all he can do to keep his jaw from clenching so hard his teeth crack.

A hand at your back, already guiding you towards the apartment before your goodbyes are finished. Backing you against the door the second it’s shut, as you blink up at him.

“Tryin’ to be cute?” He asks - and he can hear the edge in his voice, “Another one of your little games?”

Knows he hit the nail on the head when your teeth sink into your lip. Biting back a smile, as your voice pitches up.

“What do you mean?”

He huffs. Hands flattening against the wood - seeing how your eyes go wide as he leans in.

“Calling me your boyfriend.” Logan grits out, “When we both know how fucking eager you were to take my name.”

How wet it makes you, when he has you beneath him. Fingers entwined, a matching ring around yours.

There’s hunger in your eyes. His lips ghosting against yours - pulling away just as you lean to kiss him.

“Uh-uh.” His head shakes, “What am I?”

You pout, but he only hums - expectant. Possessive.

Logan’s voice dropping low.

“Come on, baby.” He coaxes, “Lemme hear you say it.”

Your scent blooms sweet, and he almost groans. Lets your lips press against his this time, your answer breathed out.

“My husband.”

“That’s my girl.” He smirks.

Kissing you soundly, then.

Already imaging how the cool press of his ring will feel when he’s got three fingers buried deep inside you.

Maybe then you won’t ‘forget’.

[onelonelyghost0]

(I just realized that this is how me and my bf flirted and then got together so I’m adding on lmao)

Tim? Absolutely smitten. Doesn’t realize it. This man has absolute game with the living and the dead, and has no idea what to do with it. He doesn’t even know how to actually flirt. So when the day comes that he actually wants to?

He goes to the resident family expert.

Not Bruce, no, that man doesn’t recognize flirting unless it punches him in the face. Literally. Not Dick, that’s a little too grandiose for him. Not Damian, too young. Not the girls, even though they would be good, no, he goes to the expert.

Romcom aficionado Jason.

And Jason is equal parts delighted and fucking irritated. On the one hand, he’s the one Tim went to! He’s the chosen one! Finally someone respects his abilities! On the other hand, TIM HADNT BEEN DOING THIS THE WHOLE DAMN TIME????

And after Tim realizes just how much he’s been flirting with Danny, he realizes if he wants to make it official (he does, god does this boy want to) he needs to be thought out. Not spur of the moment, no, Danny deserves better than that.

He goes all out, plans an entire day for them. No one in the house realizes he’s Phantom, yet, they just think Danny is a feral but affectionate gnc goth, so he plans around that. First, scary movies, then a graveyard, then Tim’s apartment, where he plans to come clean about being Red Robin, and then back to the manor for their library that Danny will just love!

The rest of the family? Worried that the heartthrob is gaining the ability to flirt. And also wondering how Danny is going to fare in the spotlight.

I’m too lazy to write the date now sadly, but suffice to say when Tim shows he’s Red Robin, Danny is like “Thank the Ancients, I was wondering if I needed to stop being around him bc you and him and so cute! Oh, and Phantom? You don’t need to worry” and shows that he’s Phantom. Cue the Wayne Family Dramatics as everyone realizes this was GHOST courting, and Tim was SMITTEN FOR IT.

(Also gonna take this and plan a date now bc I had no idea how similar my bf was to Tim nor how similar I am to Danny lmao)

Ghost Beauty Standards

So what if ghosts have their own scale for beauty?

Waxy pale skin, half-lidded eyes, empty eyes, colorless lips, ashen complexion, and sunken cheeks.

These are considered the most attractive features of a ghost without the extra bells and whistles.

Tim did not know this when he sat at his desk after pulling a week straight of sleepless case-solving and his desk neighbor was staring at him.

Danny had never seen anyone more beautiful until he noticed Tim. He looked like he could drop dead at any moment. Did he even drink water? Eating?

Those beautiful glassy vacant eyes made Danny blush. He couldn't take his eyes off him.

When class ended Tim sat up Danny heard his back crack from his still position. Thoughts of rigor mortis filled his head and the sound of popping bones was almost a turn-on. Danny didn't even know what that said about him.

Danny had to consider what to do next to tame his feelings. He could stop his attraction by helping his classmate improve his health. Or he could satisfy his urges by courting him.

[lets-try-some-writing]

I got the image of the Jack, Miko and Rafael learning to imitate Distressed/terrified Sparkling cries and using them against the decepticons. It’s a very efficient defense mechanism. Every cybertronian who heard them is freaking out because oh primus how is the squishy thing making that noise and I gotta protect it at all costs. The sheer chaos that would ensue as the ‘protect/rescue the sparkling’ programming kicks in full force.

——

The vehicons are clustered at the other end of the room panicking. They don’t know what to do. The human sparklings are looking right at them and making distress noises. The guilt is killing them.

Knockout going “is the car form less alarming?! If I turn into a car will you stop seeing me as the threat?!”

Breakdown is having a breakdown.

Starscream pinned to the wall on the other side of the room having an internal crisis. He doesn’t like this. Make it stop.

Soundwave makes no noise but you can FEEL the sheer distress radiating off of him.

Megatron is frozen. No thoughts, head empty. He’s not moving at all. He doesn’t know how to handle this.

——

The autobots have mixed feelings about this. They’re glad the kids have a way of defending themselves but please don’t do it near them. They’re stressed out enough as it is.

(This might sound kinda dumb but I thought it was kinda funny. Very tired while writing this)

Wait no this is actually brilliant.

The Decepticons never anticipated their long buried parental nature to be used against them. No one did. But they day the human children turned up on the battlefield looking far too confident, every Bot and Con present had the all encompassing feeling that something was terribly wrong. Their suspicions were quickly confirmed when, before the Decepticons could do much of anything to get the relics they were after, Rafael began to wail.

Normally, human screams meant nothing. But there was a certain pitch that sounded so close to a cry of distress from a sparkling that, to warriors who had not heard a sparkling in millennia, it was enough to send them running to help. In this case, the issue was only compounded as the children scattered like mice and started making the same noises. The Decepticons could hardly focus on the Autobots booking it to the relics as they frantically tried to locate the fictitious sparklings calling for aid.

The Vehicons managed to get to Jack, but he just kept looking up at them defiantly. Every time one of the dozen or so Vehicons on the field tried to grab him, blast him, or otherwise hurt him, Jack would chirp like a sparkling and send all of them scurrying back. It wasn't cute to the Vehicons. Having never seen actual sparklings but still having the coding needed to adore them, they looked at Jack and saw a weird frame-walker. They weren't sure what to do about it except try to haul themselves away while also keeping a vague circle around the human male.

Miko on the other hand made it a point to chase after Megatron and Soundwave, screeching like a sparkling about to be shredded. Neither stopped for her, but Megatron completely lost his train of thought every time that screech rang out. He could have been aiming at Optimus with a perfect head shot and he would be unable to fire as Miko's distressed sounds rang out in his audials. He KNEW she wasn't a sparking. His coding wasn't even that strong. But by Primus, hearing her screech was the same as watching a civilian get run over by a bus, repeatedly. Focus was impossible.

Soundwave wasn't much better. He didn't react outwardly, but the slowing of his steps and the way he tried to sidestep Miko gave away his distress. He avoided her like the plague, trying to refocus but being unable to really get far as Miko screamed like a demon. It was a fight against the Unmaker himself to keep Soundwave from bolting over to collect the sparkling who sounded so very upset.

Rafael, for his part, followed Miko's lead and harassed the other three members of High Command most often found out on the field. Breakdown ran screaming the moment Rafael started chirping at him. This was both out of fear of the frame-walker and to escape the inevitable overreaction of his coding. He may or may not have attempted parkour once or twice to get as far away from the smallest of the humans as possible.

Knockout tried to ignore Rafael when the kid chirped up at him, he really really did. But how does one ignore the Cybertronian equivalent of a soaking wet kitten meowing up at you? Simply put: you don't. Knockout gave in and quickly dropped down to try and soothe the non-existent sparkling every. single. time. Rafael pulled his noise trickery. He never fails to panic and attempt to flash colorful things at Rafael to get him to stop. Every Decepticon has since been endlessly disappointed in him.

Starscream, being terrified of things that really shouldn't be there, took the skies the instant the trio began screeching. Nope. Not today Unicron. He'll get the mission done or get the heck out of dodge to avoid coding coming online. He doesn't need empty nest syndrome on top of a crippling case of "I Love Power." He also doesn't need to deal with the horrific mental image of a squishy somehow managing to sound like a sparkling. Nope. Nope. NOPE.

The Autobots are grateful the kids can protect themselves a bit now. But by Primus, they have known NO peace since the kids figured it all out.

[pitchsidestories]

wouldn't change a thing II Ona Batlle x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1415

a/n: dear readers, we hope you'll enjoy the oneshot which is inspired by this lovely request here. 💗💗

Being relatively tall for a woman had its advantages, you had to admit. Especially when you played for Barcelona and their dressing room wasn’t designed for the average female body height.

In contrast to your several inches shorter girlfriend, you could reach all the shelves with ease.

But you and Ona had established a routine by now. After every training, she would wait for you to hand her the towels, so she didn’t have to climb up on the bench to reach them.

You had decided that the injury risk was way too high and offered to do it for her. Your height had to be good for something.

As usual, you also handed her the towels after todays’ training as well: “Here you go.“

“Thank you.“, Ona smiled and pushed herself against you for a hug.

“You’re welcome.“, you replied as you held her close to you.

You pressed a quick kiss to her temple as she was the perfect height for it and brushed a few stray hair from her forehead.

Mapi giggled from the other side of the dressing room: “You’re too tall for your girlfriend, y/n!”

You grimaced at the defender: “If that’s the case, then Ingrid is too tall for you too.“

“I can reach my own stuff.“, Mapi shrugged.

“So can I but sometimes it’s just easier that way.“, Ona replied unimpressed and threw the towel over her shoulder.

Alexia joined the conversation, a sly smirk on her face: “Oh please, everyone knows that Ona loves the princess treatment.“

“She can’t get enough of it.“, Aitana agreed with a laugh.

Ona rolled her eyes, way too used to their teasing: “Guys.“

“Yeah, it’s not that funny.“, you sided with your girlfriend.

Mapi shook her head, still grinning: “I think it is.“

You sighed: “Of course you do.“

You knew what was coming. As soon as one started, the others would join immediately. It was some kind of weird Barcelona Femeni love language. You quietly braced yourself for the bad jokes that would inevitably be coming.

“Are you even allowed to wear heels when you go out with Ona?”, Cata asked. She was already wheezing about her own joke.

“You’re definitely more likely to see me in heels than Oni.“, you smiled back at her. Ona loved her sneakers, you loved a good pair of heels, height difference or not.

Cata continued: “Poor Ona is even smaller then. But at least you two don’t bump heads when you go dancing.“

“But I always find her in any crowd.“, Ona shrugged, winking at you.

“And Ona is the perfect height for hugs.“, Fridolina chimed in, sounding more delighted than taunting.

“She is.“, you confirmed.

“So cute with your matching opposite aesthetics.”, Salma commented with a huge smirk on her lips.

“Salma don’t.”, Mapi warned, clearly fearing the tall forward would stop the banter with her observation.

“Why?  It’s very opposite.”, she chuckled.

Meanwhile, you turned around to face your girlfriend. “Are you ready to go, Oni?”

No words were needed for her to answer the question, she simply jumped on to your back grinning.

While you made sure she was positioned safely, the brunette murmured into your ear. The smile carried through the voice. “Ready.”

Both of you said your goodbye to your teammates, when you were almost at the door Vicky yelled smiling. “Bye, princess.”

“They’re such idiots.”, Ona sighed.

“I love them though despite the teasing.”, you admitted.

“Yeah, me too. It’s a normal height difference though, they’re just annoying.”, she said.

You nodded in agreement. “True.”

“Let’s just go home.”, the defender suggested in a longing tone, nothing sounded better in her ears than having a good dinner and afterwards being cozy on the sofa with her dog and you.

Noticing the dreamy look in your girlfriends’ eyes you decided. “Yes, please. I’ll drive, you already look a bit sleepy.”

“Okay. Fine, I won’t complain.”, Ona answered.

“Good.”

The two of you got into your shared car while the fellow football player started the music playlist, she couldn’t help but to tease you. “Even though you drive horrible.”

“Excuse me? Your fast driving isn’t better.”, you protested laughing.

“I drive well.”, the defender countered.

“Do I’ve to remind you of-“, you begun.

“I’m quiet.”, Ona interrupted you softly. 

Fast forward and it was the night of the Ballon d’Or.

Sadly, not many of the female players could attend the event because it was set during the national team break, but a few of your club teammates and you were able to.

On the other hand, the gala wasn’t known in its history to be this supportive of women footballers in general.

Surrounded by the nominated female players you put on your high heels who gave you the needed confidence boost and calmed your nerves for the moment.

“You look gorgeous.”, Ona whispered admiringly, tiptoeing to place a heartfelt kiss to your lips.

“So do you.”, you told her and meant every word, your girlfriend wore her beautiful long wavy hair open, only slight make up, so her natural beauty shone through even more and the defender was in an outfit she felt comfortable in.

“Naw.”, Aitana remarked.

Impatiently Caroline threw in. “Can you two love birds hurry up now?”

“We’re good to go.”, you assured the Norwegian.

“Finally.”, Alexia noted happily.

“Come on, we can’t be late.”, Aitana reminded everyone urgently.

“Coming.”, you tried to soothe the small midfielder.

As you followed her, Ona interlaced her fingers with yours and whispered: “Don’t let go of my hand.“

“I won’t. Nervous?”, you quietly asked.

She shook her head: “Not at all.“

“Me neither. It’s between Caro and Aitana.“

“We’ll see.“, she replied earnestly which caused you to pause and raise your eyebrow at her.

“What? They’re simply the best, Ona?”

She turned back to you with a frown: “I didn’t say that they are not.“

“You would have deserved a nomination too.“

She shrugged nonchalantly: “I don’t care about this award to be honest. Defenders usually don’t win.“

“It’s not fair.“, you complained on her behalf.

“It’s fine.“, she assured you.

You pulled her in for a hug. First you wanted to press a kiss to her forehead but remembering your lipstick, you thought better of it: “You’re still the best.“

She chuckled lightly, brown eyes shining brightly as she looked up at you: “You’re too sweet.“

“Girls, time to pose together. And stop that teeth rotting sweet talk!”, Alexia called over to them, right before she stepped on the red carpet.

“We’re not doing anything.“, Ona blinked innocently while the two of you joined the group standing in front of the photographers.

��Lies.“, Caroline said through her teeth.

“Just smile for the camera.“, Aitana ordered.

You did as you were told, before taking your seats at the ceremony. You politely applauded for every winner and cheered whenever your teammates were onstage but with every passing hour you could feel Ona getting more impatient.

“Glad we’re done with this.“, she jokingly sighed as the ceremony ended and people moved on to the afterparty.

“Sounds like someone wants to go home.“, you grinned.

Nodding, Ona bit her lip: “Yes, my girlfriend looks so hot and I really don’t feel like sharing tonight.“

“Oh, you don’t?“, you teased but just like her, you didn’t mind skipping the party and go straight back to your hotel room.

“No.“

Hand in hand, you snuck out of the building and hailed the next cab. You scrolled through several social media posts of the Ballon d’Or on the drive back. Of course, you couldn’t help but check the comments too and they were exactly what you expected.

You chuckled softly: “They write so much bullshit, amor.“

“Let me see.“, Ona demanded as she scooted closer to have a look at your phone screen.

“They’re still commenting about our height difference.“, you grinned. “Seems to bother them a lot more than us.“

“Right? Let them keep talking, I don’t care.“, Ona laughed and leaned over to kiss you.

The cab stopped in front of your hotel. You could barely wait to go inside.

A few years ago, comments like these would have plunged you into self-doubt, wishing you were a few inches shorter. But not since Ona came into your life.

With Ona you felt confident and desired, not despite but because of your height. They could say what they wanted, all you could see in those photos was a couple that matched each other perfectly.

gif source: https://www.tumblr.com/batlleonafc/748573331298697216/her-smile-lights-up-every-room?source=share

[maybanksprincess]

isnt the same without you.

warnings: comforting, fluff, insecurity, a little bit of blood.

summary: jj goes to a party without reader for the first time, and when jjs phone dies, she starts to overthink. (based off this ask, thank you anon!)

a/n: this is sort of short because its just a blurb, but i really love this request, its so cute!

pairings: insecure!reader x soft!bf!jj

you weren't feeling up to this big party that everyone was attending tonight. unfortunately, you and jj were planning to go for a few weeks now, and since you didn't wanna go, you didn't wanna stop him from attending it as well.

he insisted that he would stay home and look after you, he offered to buy you snacks and even watch those cheesy romcoms that he absolutely despises, but he tolerates them because you love them.

but you assured him it was okay, and he can go even if it made you feel a little uneasy.

you had never done well with being away from jj for long periods of time, let alone him going to a party without you. but you told yourself to 'grow up' and 'stop being a baby' about it. you needed to get a grip.

you decide to text him about an hour in, just to make sure he was safe, and then you promised yourself you would stop bothering him after that.

imessage:

11:01 pm: hey jay! im just checking in to make sure your okay, i dont wanna bother you or anything so im gonna let you have fun! bye i love you <3

-

you chew your nails, anxiously waiting on a response from your boyfriend.

about five minutes went by, and you were constantly picking up your phone, swiping up for any sign that he had read the text or responded. but there was nothing.

you waited another ten minutes, then got back to anxiously checking it again, still nothing. delivered.

you told yourself your being dramatic, and went to occupy yourself with doing the dishes, and sweeping the kitchen floor. by the time you had gotten back to your room about fifteen minutes later, there was still nothing.

you toss your phone down onto the bed, feeling frustrated but also upset at the same time. had he been hooking up with another girl? is he drinking too much? what if hes talking to someone else?

all these thoughts cloud your mind, and you find yourself biting down on the skin beside your nail bed. as your chewing away at your skin, your phone dings unexpectedly, causing you to jump a bit, tearing a piece of your skin off. (ouch.)

the sting of the bare skin makes your eyes water a little, a bead of blood trickling down your finger. "ow." you mumble, before picking up your phone and looking at whoever texted you.

it was jj. all your pain was instantly forgotten the moment you seen his text on your screen.

imessage

jayj🤍: "hey beautiful, im sorry i didnt text you back. i forgot my charger like a dumbass. but im at home now, and i didnt have fun. it was boring as shit without u baby."

you instantly reply to his message after reading it, your heart no longer feels like its carrying a weight anymore.

you: "thank you for texting, i was worried sick baby...i literally hurt my finger trying to answer the phone. I thought you might've been cheated on me or something."

you send that text with a underlying hint of insecurity in it, hoping he wont just brush you off. your in need of some reassurance from him right now.

jayj🤍: "baby you hurt your finger?!! and what do u mean 'cheat on you'? thats not even possible for me mama."

the next text eases your worries a bit, but you wanted to get everything off your chest.

you: "i just hate being without you for a long period of time, i wish i would've let you stay in with me tonight, but i know how excited you were for the party."

jayj🤍: "oh baby, no. parties are not the same without you. i would never cheat on you, im sorry if i made you feel that way, but that isn't me. you know your stuck with me forever mama, whether you like it or not."

now all your worries and insecurities are instantly gone, touched by your boyfriend's loyalty to you.

after you let yourself think for a moment, you remember the minor injury you caused yourself a few minutes back and wince slightly at the sting.

as if exactly on cue, jj double texts you.

jayj🤍: "oh and im on my way with some bandaids and snacks, i love you baby. unlock the door for me beautiful."

after he sends that text, you hear jjs dirtbike pull up.

[kitten-kokomo]

Oh, do I have a STORY for you!

In third grade, I wrote a song and performed it in the school talent show. It’s a mediocre song about “little kitten Kokomo” doing assorted cat things, such as stalking through the grass and climbing towards the sky (actual lyrics). For a third grader, it was decent.

Then, not too long after, I discovered fanfiction.net as a result of my Miraculous obsession. (Thank god it wasn’t ao3, I love the place but it is Not Always Good For A Nine Year Old) And because I wished to leave reviews, I left them under either kittenkokomo or kokomo. (I also had a cat named after me in a fic I followed super avidly, so that’s cool). And then I sorta fell off the fanfic train for a while. (This was my Scratch phase, under a username I shall not share because I don’t need you all seeing my cringe, I want you to retain your respect for me)

Then, when I came back to fanfic, I resumed using the name, first on FFN and then on AO3. It grew on me a lot, since it’s cute, unique, and had cats in it (a must). And once I made my first internet friends under the name, I really didn’t want to stop using it. Plus, it comes with a cool name, Kokomo/Koko that people can call me

tagging the platonic baes: @heartz4moth @inkyprince @spastuetheobsessedphylosopher @artsy165 @viewer-of-many

How did you get your guy's usernames? I'll start

I named my account after Muxus, Goblin Grandee, my favorite MTG card :)

[schoenpepper]

Hi! I’ve got a rq but it’s kind of elaborate and might be sensitive to u so if u don’t wanna do it that’s fine!

But can I have some hcs of Deuce, Jack, Leona, Vil, Epel, Malleus, Silver, and Lilia with a reader who lived with a single parent all their life (whom they were very close with) who passed away not long before they came to TW, but they never said anything about it. So as a way to grieve they wear their parent’s shirts/jackets, accessories and fragrances because they’re all they have of said parent.

Vil sees that some of their clothes doesn’t quite fit their size or style, Jack and Leona can smell a very faint lingering scent of another on their shirts, Deuce notices them playing with their necklace frequently, etc.

I Still Feel You, I Still See You, I Still Hear You

Warnings: bad grammar, awful writing, not proofread, sad things, dead parents ig, platonic-ish, short

A/N: No need to be considerate nonnie my parents are fine haha. Finished this while trying to review for my accounting quiz tomorrow...uh, later this afternoon...?

Masterlist

Deuce might be a little...denser, regarding the situation.

However, he's not that tactless.

Ahaha he so is

Forgive him, he always means well. That sentence doesn't make it any better when he brings up the necklace you can never seem to stop fiddling with.

"My mom gave it to me before she died."

Mmh baby gets shut up realll quick.

Do you...want to share his mom?

Pardon the wording. He really means well.

So do you want to come home with him for the holidays?

Jack has a good sense of smell, so it's a bit jarring when the usual scent you have on you is replaced by a musky sort of cologne that you were unlikely to ever wear.

He asks an innocent question.

You give an innocent answer.

"It was my dad's cologne. It's his death anniversary today."

He pats your shoulder to express his condolences.

He doesn't usually do this but, do you want ice cream? His treat.

If you insist really hard, he'll let you cuddle his tail as an apology for his "insensitive" question (it wasn't really but ok)

Leona is very emotionally and socially sensitive, so he'll have a few guesses in mind already.

Your leather jacket always smells faintly of smoke.

He doesn't ask about it. Actively wards off people who makes comments about it, too.

You'll be the one to bring it up when you trust him enough.

"It was my dad's. The only thing salvaged from the fire."

Awkward.

Tsk, you're so troublesome.

Pulls you under his blanket for lots of grumpy cuddles.

He's not good with sappy comforting stuff, so you'll have to make do with his presence. He'll sit by you and listen, 'kay?

Vil is a lot of things, but he's not inconsiderate, and he's certainly not stupid.

When he first sees you wearing that ungodly sweater, soft and knitted and in such a drab color that it completely washed you out, he does get a little curious.

You have better fashion sense than that, potato.

But he notices the way you seem to sink into the fabric, eyes dazed and looking out into the distance.

"It was my mom's."

Oh. Alright.

Now he's a bit embarrassed.

Hm, maybe if you pair the sweatshirt with these pants... and do your hair like this...

You can mourn and look gorgeous while doing it, darling.

Still, he won't force anything if you don't want to.

Epel thinks the ring on your finger is really neat. He's not really one for girly things, but to be honest, he does find it a little bit cute.

Not that...he likes cute things...

Anyway, where did you get it from? Gee, you sure do stare at it a lot.

"My mom left it for me when she died."

Grim topic, but alright.

Likely the type to try and steer the conversation away to some other topic after apologizing for bringing it up.

Says your eyes are pretty. Accidentally.

He'll blush and deny it and apologize for saying weird things.

Idia accidentally snagged your watch on some cable wires while you were in the bathroom.

Total whoops. No problem, he got it out ez

Ugh, why are you panicking, dude? The watch is fine, y'know?

"Sorry, it's just, it's the last thing I have of my dad."

Okaaaay he'll go die in a ditch now tnx

He definitely feels like crap. Not to mention, he's also someone who lost someone super important to him, who was his world and best friend.

Buries himself in his bed and dies.

Silver isn't one to pry, so at normal times, he's unlikely to mention anything about your rather gaudy earrings that don't seem to fit your persona.

It's your choice, anyway. He won't judge.

Still, he has to mention something about it when it catches onto a tablecloth you were napping on. (he won't judge your napping choices either don't worry)

"Is it broken?! No, it was my mom's, I can't..."

He pauses a little bit and helps you untangle it from the tablecloth.

Assures you it's not broken.

He won't ask unless you want him to.

Lilia is all too aware of loss and everything it entails. Call it intuition, or maybe something connected to his UM.

He knows that keychain of yours has a story behind it.

Some punks snatch it off your bag as a prank when you're not looking, and Lilia gets some exercise.

"Thank you so much! It's something my dad gave before..."

There's no need, really.

Everyone has a story, and he won't pry into yours.

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heyyyyy, i love your work, please can you do where you’re pau cubarsi’s girlfriend and your a med student and take care of him after your injury xxxxx

Healing Touches~Pau Cubarsi

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

I found two requests that are basically the same so I'll just combine them. enjoy <3

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master list -> part 2

players/drivers I write for

Pau laid on y/n's couch, his head resting on the armrest with a slight grimace, trying to act casual despite the fresh stitches along his jawline. The injury had happened during his last match, an unfortunate clash that had left him with ten stitches and y/n with a heart full of worry. He’d been patched up by the team doctors, but that didn’t stop her from fretting over him.

y/n sat beside him, brushing a careful hand along his uninjured cheek, studying the stitches with a concerned frown. “Does it hurt a lot, Pau?” she asked softly, voice barely above a whisper.

He gave her a lopsided smile, clearly trying to look unfazed. “cariño, it’s just a few stitches. Nothing I can’t handle,” he replied, attempting to shrug off her worry.

She shot him a gentle but stern look. “Pau, it’s ten stitches across your jaw. Don’t act like this is just a scratch,” she murmured, running her fingers lightly through his hair. “You need to rest, and I’ll make sure you do.”

Pau let out a small sigh, reaching up to take her hand in his. “I know you’re studying to be a doctor and all, but I’m pretty sure the team patched me up well enough,” he teased, giving her hand a light squeeze.

She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Well, maybe they did, but I still want to take care of you. You got hurt, Pau, and that’s not something I’m just going to brush off.”

He shifted slightly, pulling her closer so she was leaning over him, a playful look glimmering in his eyes. “Fine, but only because you’re so cute when you’re in ‘doctor mode,’” he teased, his voice soft.

She rolled her eyes, unable to hold back a small smile. “Pau, I’m serious. Now, have you had any water? You need to stay hydrated for healing,” she scolded gently, reaching for the glass she'd brought him earlier.

He chuckled softly, the sound a little muffled by the stitches, and took the glass from her hand, making a show of drinking. “Happy?” he asked, giving her a little wink as he set the glass down.

“Not yet,” she replied, brushing her thumb lightly over the edge of his jaw, careful to avoid the stitches. “But we’ll get there.”

His hand reached up to cup hers, holding it against his cheek as he gazed up at her. “Thank you for taking care of me, amor. I know you’re busy with your studies and all…”

She shushed him softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss near the corner of his mouth. “You’re more important. Now, let me fuss over you, and stop trying to act like you don’t need it,” she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair.

He grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes despite his injury. “Guess I have no choice but to let my very cute, very smart med student girlfriend look after me,” he said, pulling her down into a warm hug, his arms wrapping around her tightly.

She relaxed into his embrace, careful to avoid his jaw but grateful to feel his warmth, his heartbeat steady beneath her cheek. It always amazed her how Pau could be so calm and lighthearted, even with stitches on his face. But she knew he was doing it mostly for her, to keep her from worrying too much.

Pau’s fingers traced gentle circles on her back, and he tilted his head slightly, looking at her with that same adoring expression. “You know, amor,” he started, a teasing tone slipping in, “if I knew getting hurt would get me this much attention from you, I’d have gotten injured ages ago.”

She pulled back slightly, playfully swatting his arm. “Pau Cubarsi, don’t you dare joke about that! You better not even think about getting hurt again. I was so worried when I saw you all bloody and in pain ” she scolded, but her voice softened as she met his gaze, the affection in his eyes making her heart flutter.

He chuckled, bringing her hand up to his lips and pressing a feather-light kiss to your fingers. “I promise, I’m kidding,” he murmured, his thumb grazing her hand. “But I have to admit… I love this side of you, so caring and worried.”

“You make it sound like I’m never caring,” she replied, pouting slightly.

“No, no,” he laughed, pulling her back into his arms. “You’re always caring. But right now, it’s like you’re my personal nurse. I kind of like it.”

She sighed, resting her head against his shoulder. “Just let me take care of you, okay?” she whispered, feeling her voice soften. “I want you to be all healed and safe. now do you need me to get you something?”

Pau pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his voice tender. “I’m already feeling better just being with you, cariño, I don't need a thing” he murmured. “It’s like you’re my medicine.”

She felt a warmth rise to her cheeks, and she couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You’re so cheesy, you know that?”

“For you? Always,” he grinned, his hand moving to stroke her cheek. “Now, doctor, what’s my next treatment? I think it might involve lots of cuddles.”

y/n rolled her eyes, laughing as she pulled him close again. “Fine, but only because you need it.” she shifted carefully, lying beside him on the couch so he could rest his head on her shoulder. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck.

“See? This is the best medicine,” he murmured, his lips pressing light kisses along her collarbone.

y/n giggled, feeling his warm breath against her skin. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around,” she reminded him, trying to keep a serious tone but failing as she felt herself melt into his embrace.

“Then just let me hold you,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “You’ve done enough, cariño. I’m okay now, really.”

She let out a sigh, relaxing in his arms, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath her fingertips. “I love you, Pau,” she whispered, voice barely audible.

He tilted his head, his eyes meeting hers with a soft, heartfelt gaze. “I love you too, amor. And thank you… for always being here. You have no idea how much it means to me.”

His words made her heart swell, and she reached up to cup his face, bringing him close enough for a gentle, lingering kiss. His lips were soft against hers, the familiar warmth filling her with a comforting peace.

When she finally pulled back, Pau’s eyes were still closed, a content smile playing on his lips. “Now, that’s what I call the perfect remedy,” he murmured, his voice a sleepy whisper.

y/n chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “Then get some rest, okay? Doctor’s orders.”

He opened one eye, giving her a playful smirk. “Only if you stay here with me, nurse.”

“Fine,” she whispered, settling into his arms and pressing one last kiss to his forehead.

She stayed close, feeling his breathing slow as he drifted into sleep, holding her tightly, as if he never wanted to let go.

[xazse]

mr compress x kittygirl hybrid! reader and i will worship the ground you walk 😣😣🙏🙏🙏

SWEET GIRL

Synopsis: Mr.Compress feels a certain inkling and intensity within himself.

Notes: this is great I know you just submitted this really recent but I wanted to let some of my fans know that I will now write for MHA!!! SEND ME SOME STUFF (don’t worry to my others who have sent jjk requests I’m working on them<333)) (sorry I just had to do something with the league and them meeting kitty girl)

Pairings: Mr.Compress x KittyGirl!Hybrid

Warnings: Smut + mean!League Members + rough handling + rough kissing + fingering + penetration + Fem!reader + Hybrid!reader

Mr.Compress had dragged in another stray: you he had known for at least a month before introducing you to the league. He found you digging through some rubble searching for food. He had felt extremely bad and just felt the need to take you.

So that’s what he did, he took you and you didn’t fight at all he just went, scooped you up. You looked a tad bit confused but when he gave you some food you were attached, he gave you plenty of opportunities to leave but every time you’d look around for him and once you found him you’d loop your arms with his and follow. It was downright adorable.

After some time had passed he chose to introduce you to his beloved league.

“She looks stupid, get her out.”

“That’s so mean Tomura! I think she looks adoreable!”

“You are very right Toga, Shigaraki isn’t used to cutesy things.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The blue haired man exclaimed from the bar.

“Why not give er’ a change Shigaraki? She could prove to be useful.” Spinner is always trying to be the middle man, Mr.Compress can certainly rely on him to get you in good with everyone.

“Useful my ass.” Dabi’s the one who speaks up.

“It wouldn’t be wise for you to talk, you’re in the same boat as her.” Shigaraki backfires.

“Tried to help you, dick.”

It hadn’t even been 40 minutes sitting as the league chats and discusses various things, Toga and Twice won’t leave you alone they insist on playing with your tail and rubbing your pointy ears: pushing them back just to watch them pop right back in place.

You aren’t complaining one bit, you love the extra attention they’re giving you, you can’t quite make out what they’re saying but nonetheless you know it’s nothing but sweet words minus twice sometimes blurting random crude things.

Leaving them proves to be the worst, “tears” are exchanged when Mr. Compress is ready to depart and you have to leave the new friends you just made. He reassures you that you’ll be able to see everyone again very soon.

Mr compress loves you a tenth fold you’re impressed by his tricks others find to be unfunny but you will sit for hours and watch him show off, clapping with the biggest smile on your cute face. It drives him mad to have his own personal fan.

It makes his cock throb when he’s doing one of his tricks and you look so curious to find out what’s next, he can’t focus on finishing it when you’re swooning right in front of him, he basically attacks you with sloppy kisses.

His thick tongue invades your mouth, his actions aren’t careful, he needs to be inside you right now.

He sits on his hind legs and traps you with his thighs on either side. He takes his hard cock out and jerks himself a few times right over your exposed stomach. you’ve all of a sudden gone shy on him, trying to avoid the intense way he’s staring down at you.

He stops for a moment to rid you of your bra, then your panties whilst also undressing himself fully too.

Even after all this time you’re still hiding your body from him like he hasn’t explored every single inch of you. He pays that no mind and moves to rub your cunt, he makes sure not to directly touch your clit.

He moves his skillful fingers around your lips, dipping in and out of your hole to get you used to the feeling. Sweet moans slip from your throat, your breath hitches everytime he so much as grazes the englared bud.

Impatient Compress starts full on fucking you with his fingers, he has to use a little of his strength to keep your leg nice and still for him. You’re full on moaning, it feels so damn good, the way his fingers abuse your wet hole in the meanest motions he can muster.

He makes eye contact with you when he pulls his fingers out and licks them, making sure to clean them dry.

He’s got you plenty wet, he rubs the tip of his cock in between your lips even touching your sensitive clit, he hadn’t even made you cum and you’re already so jumpy.

His thick cock starts to push inside you, slowly filling you of him, taking him is no walk in the park, he’s more long than anything, you grip whatever you can as he pushes past your tight hole.

Atsuhiro lets you adjust to him, he can hear slight sniffling from you, poor thing, he’ll make you happy in just a moment: that moment being now, he pushes your legs a little towards your torso angling his cock more snuggly.

Atushiro is never one to rush sex with you, he likes to be in the moment so he can enjoy and really feel you but now he can’t wait, he starts thrusting fast and deep, your fat cunt accepting every inch so easily now.

He’s been obsessed with your pussy the first day you and him had sex, you’re so tight and warm, he draws his hips back all the way letting his cock fall out to admire the slick it’s covered in, just to slam right back into you.

“Nnng..”

“Feels… so good Sako..” your moans sound so choked up in your throat, making you all the more desperate for more clearly.

His face is a beautiful shade of pink, groans mixed with yours slipping from his bitten lips, you truly don’t know the effects your cunt has on him, everytime he pulls back you suck him right back in.

Your tail has a mind of its own when it wraps around his torso, moving along with the rhythm of his hips.

You wipe the tears that have found their way to your face, your body spasms in that familiar way, along with your pussy tightening even more around him. He holds you down by your tummy, securing you in place so you don’t thrash everywhere.

He slams down in you one last time, pushing you right over the edge you cum with a loud yelp followed by quiet whines that die down, through this whole thing he’s praising you, kissing your soddened cheeks.

Your chest rapidly tries to calm down, feeling the aftershocks of a nasty orgasm.

Later that night he makes sure to rub your pointy ears and cuddle you as close as possible.

[anonymousewrites]

A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 2) Chapter Thirteen

Saiki Kusuo x Reader

Chapter Thirteen: Festival Competition

Summary: Saiki and (Y/N) go to a festival, but Kusuke interrupts.

            Saiki teleported to the edge of the forest. In a clearing nearby sat the festival, complete with colorful lights, the smell of food, and various games for people to play. He walked towards the stalls, waiting his parents to pull up with his Grandma, Kusuke, and (Y/N). He looked down at his yukata. It was simple and green with a pink sash, so he was thankful. Because Saiki’s mom was picking out outfits, it could’ve been far crazier (like zebra printed).

            Soon enough, Saiki saw the family car pull up, and his family got out. Neither of his parents had dressed up, but Kusuke was in a simple grey yukata.

            “It’s as boring as ever,” said Kusuke with a smile. “I can still remember how boring it was before. What a boring festival.”

            “Stop calling it ‘boring.’ ” If Saiki had a more expressive face, he would have rolled his eyes.

            Grandma Saiki got out of the car, and Saiki sighed. She wore a purple and white kimono with little pink hearts—very youthful for her age (and short).

            (Y/N) was the last to get out, and Saiki just stood there, staring for a moment. They had on a pink yukata, and a purple obi. It was simple and yet cute. (Especially since the colors of their yukata and his complemented one another). (Y/N) beamed at him, and Saiki’s heart basically stopped. They seemed to glow in the lantern light with that glorious smile, and Saiki was reminded once again just how lucky he was to be with them.

            “Oh, wow.”

            (Y/N)’s cheeks warmed as he spoke, and they chuckled nervously. “Thanks, Kusuo. You look nice, too.”

            Saiki coughed and looked away, embarrassed at the compliment. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

            Click! “Aww, you two are so cute!” Mrs. Saiki giggled from behind her camera. “I’ll send you both the photos later.”

            Saiki didn’t need photos of himself blushing, but when (Y/N) brightened, he just smiled inwardly and nodded at his mom. He’d make sure anything that made (Y/N) happy came true.

            “I like festivals like this,” said Mr. Saiki, looking around.

            “Me, too. I don’t like when they’re too crowded,” agreed Mrs. Saiki.

            “This one is a bit small,” admitted Grandma Saiki.

            “I think we can find some fun,” said (Y/N), smiling. “It matters who you’re with, not where you are.”

            Saiki swore that his mom’s eyes turned to stars, and then her face became demonic as she glared at Saiki. “Never lose them, Kusuo,” she nearly growled.

            …Oh dear, thought Saiki, a little afraid of the intensity.

            “What a good point!” said Mr. Saiki. He took his wife’s hand. “Let’s go and see the festival.” He puffed up his chest. “I’ll win some prizes for you!”

            Mrs. Saiki chuckled and leaned on his arm. “Thank you, sweetheart.” They walked into the festival stalls.

            “Wait for me!” said Grandma Saiki, buying snacks.

            “Kusuo, (Y/N), here,” said Kusuke, holding out caramel apples. He smiled.

            “When did I become ‘(Y/N)?’ ” wondered (Y/N).

            “Don’t become familiar,” said Saiki, narrowing his eyes at his brother.

            “Oh, come on, I like them! I approve,” said Kusuke. “Even if I don’t know how you managed to land a partner so nice when you’re a psychic weirdo.”

            Saiki just deadpanned. He felt a pressure on his hand and looked down. (Y/N) was holding his hand and glaring at Kusuke.

            “Don’t call Kusuo weird, Kusuke,” said (Y/N). “He’s not the one who looks down on people for not being smart. He actually helps people and has friends.”

            Saiki’s breath was once again stolen. Oh, wow. Saiki was extremely lucky to be dating (Y/N). He didn’t deserve them.

            Kusuke laughed out loud. “I told you I liked them, Kusuo. They even defend you!” He chuckled and turned away. Apparently, he had just been testing if (Y/N) was really worthy of his psychic brother—he competed with Saiki, but that was because he thought only he should get a chance to beat Saiki, and no one else deserved it. (Y/N), however, did.

            “…I walked right into a test, didn’t I?” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping.

            Saiki smiled slightly and squeezed their hand. “It was nice of you. He’s just weird.”

            (Y/N) chuckled and smiled at him in agreement.

            “If you’re talking about me psychically, don’t forget I can still figure out what you’re saying even with this on,” said Kusuke, pointing at his headset as he spotted (Y/N) speaking to Saiki.

            “That blocks telepathy?” said (Y/N).

            “I invented the only thing that blocks his abilities,” said Kusuke with a grin.

            “Don’t tell him,” said Saiki as (Y/N) glanced at him. Their germanium earrings were far more fashionable than that headset, and if Kusuke was going to avoid having his mind read, Saiki wanted him to look silly. (Also, Kusuke hadn’t figured out how to just block his thoughts from Saiki and still be able to hear Saiki “speaking,” which amused Saiki since (Y/N) had that ability with their earrings).

            “I can always tell what he wants to say, though. He’s predictable,” said Kusuke. He pointed at Saiki. “And that’s how I know what you’ll say when I suggest we have a competition.”

            “No,” said Saiki instantly.

            “No?” predicted Kusuke casually. “Alright. But I bet I can win more prizes for (Y/N) than you can.”

            Kusuo and I are dating, but he wouldn’t fall for that level of jealousy bait—

            “You’re on.” No way was Kusuke going to make a fool of him in front of his partner just to boost his own ego.

            Never mind. (Y/N) laughed.

            “(Y/N), you choose the event,” said Kusuke, gesturing to all the stalls.

            “But if you’re a genius, you’ll know what I’m going to choose,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

            Kusuke deflated slightly. “It’s part of the fun.”

            “It doesn’t matter. He never wins, anyway,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) took pity on him and Saiki’s pride. “Okay, how about…” They scanned the stalls. “The shooting range.” They pointed to the booth with guns and targets to win stuffed animals and various other prizes.

            “Great choice,” said Kusuke, walking to the shooting range. He handed over some money, and he and Saiki stood side-by-side with separate guns.

            (Y/N) watched them shoot and hit all of their targets down. The pair glowered at each other, and (Y/N) chuckled in amusement as other guests backed away from the two people who looked way too serious while holding guns.

            “You’re not using your abilities?” said Kusuke, smirking.

            “That would be unfair to the attendant,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) smiled. They were glad Saiki wasn’t relying on his powers. It was kind of nice to see him just having fun in the way a regular person would, which was something he always wanted to do.

            “Well, it’s no fun for me, then,” said Kusuke. “I’m changing rules.” He gestured to a giant stuffed animal prize. “If I get the biggest one, I win.”

            “It’s impossible with these guns,” said Saiki. “Also, that’s a creepy doll. I’m not giving (Y/N) that.”

            “If I don’t get the big one, you win,” said Kusuke. “Oh, and you can use your abilities without upsetting the attendant.”

            “Huh?”

            Kusuke pulled out what could only be described as a phaser gun from a sci-fi movie. “Stop me if you can!”

            “What? That gun looks like it could disintegrate people!” exclaimed Saiki.

            “This is not that serious!” said (Y/N), eyes wide.

            “Stop, that’s cheating!”

            Energy collected at the tip of the gun.

            “Hey!”

            “Fire!” shouted Kusuke. A purple beam of light fired from the gun and flew towards the stuffed animal.

            Saiki instantly lifted his own gun and fired. The bullet rocketed forward, propelled by his own abilities in a burst of blue light. It hit Kusuke’s beam of energy, and the two bolts careened off one another into the sky. Kusuke’s eyes widened at losing. The bursts of energy flew into the sky and exploded like fireworks. Pink light showered over the festival, and people gasped in surprise and awe.

            Kusuke pouted, and Saiki just sighed.

            “Yare yare. I still won,” said Saiki.

            “I lost again,” groaned Kusuke. “I was so close this time.”

            Saiki ignored Kusuke and collected the prizes he’d won. He had an entire bag’s worth and picked out a strawberry plushy.

            “Here,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) smiled widely and held the plushy close. “Thank you, Kusuo.” They kissed his cheek, a fleeting touch, but it got a little smile from Saiki.

            “What are you guys doing?” said Mr. Saiki, running up with Mrs. Saiki and Grandma Saiki. They had seen the fireworks and known that their kids were up to something.

            “Just having a fun competition,” chirped Kusuke. “I lost again.” He sighed. “It’s alright. I’ll have another chance.”

            “What do you mean ‘another?’ ” wondered Mr. Saiki.

            Kusuke smiled. “Didn’t I mention it? I graduated from university. I’m moving back to Japan.”

            True horror passed over Saiki’s face. “What?”

            “You can move back in with us!” said Mrs. Saiki happily.

            “I don’t think so,” said Kusuke.

            “Where then?” asked Mr. Saiki.

            “I was thinking of staying with Grandma and Grandpa,” said Kusuke brightly.

            “That’ll be wonderful!” said Grandma Saiki. She pulled out her cell phone. “I’ll tell Kumagoro!”

            Saiki let out a sigh of relief. At least Kusuke wasn’t coming back to live with Mr. and Mrs. Saiki. That would be the end of any peace Saiki had at home. Quickly, he took (Y/N)’s hand and began to pull them away.

            “Let’s escape before he tries to make another competition,” said Saiki.

            (Y/N) laughed and followed him. “Good idea.” They squeezed his hand while holding the plushy with their another. “What should we go and do?”

            “Whatever you want,” said Saiki. He just wanted a nice moment with (Y/N).

            “Hmmm.” (Y/N) looked around at the different stalls, and their eyes alighted on a tent where people were sitting and eating. However, at the center of the tent was a wooden stage where people were dancing. Their eyes brightened. They really wanted to dance. But Kusuo wouldn’t want the attention. Plus, that’s a lot of physical contact. They shook their head. They wouldn’t make Saiki uncomfortable just because they wanted to dance. “I don’t know,” said (Y/N). “You choose.” They smiled encouragingly.

            Saiki sighed. He had seen where their eyes went, and there they were, still trying to appease him. They were too nice.

            “Come on,” said Saiki, gently pulling them towards the tent.

            “Huh?” said (Y/N), surprised.

            “Let’s dance,” said Saiki, setting down his bag and taking (Y/N)’s plushy. Then, he took their hands and guided them onto the dance floor.

            (Y/N)’s smile turned bright, and Saiki fell head-over-heels for them for the hundredth time. He knew that he’d never grow tired of making them smile. “Super Trouper” by ABBA began to play. Saiki moved awkwardly, not sure how to dance. (Y/N) laughed and held his hands firmly. They swung his arms and moved their feet to the beat. Slowly but surely, Saiki began to move with them, though he really didn’t pay attention much to what he was doing. He was only looking at (Y/N) as they grinned and sang along to the music, bouncing on their feet playfully.

            And so, to preserve that smile for as long as he could—he’d bend the world to their will if they’d ask in order to make them happily, not that they would ask (which made him care all the more)—he copied what he saw other couples doing. Saiki firmly held (Y/N)’s hand and spun them around. They laughed in surprise and twirled a couple times, smiling giddily.

            As the music played, (Y/N) moved closer to him and put their arms around his neck. He smiled slightly and put his hands on their waist, still moving together to the music. (Y/N) threw their hands up and sang along to the music while Saiki watched them adoringly. (Y/N) smiled at him. They really, really lov—cared about Saiki. He was one of the best things to ever happen to them, and they were so lucky to be with him.

            “You’re the best, Kusuo,” they said, smiling.

            “I’m not,” said Saiki.

            “You’re the best for me, then,” said (Y/N) firmly. They laid their head on his chest while they hugged him close.

            Saiki smiled at them as he held them close. “You’re the best for me.” No one else came close. He lifted a hand and tilted their face towards his. Leaning in, he kissed them softly.

            Smiling, (Y/N) kissed back.

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[lilia-calderus-pet-goat]

Found-Family headcanons for a³'s coven of chaos, part 3: (because they all deserved more time with each other)

(part 2, here.)

(part 1, here.)

There is, of course, a group chat. Billy initially named it, “Coven of Chaos💜” but Rio changed it to “sluts”

Jen immediately left the chat the second it was created, but Alice put her back in. There was a second escape attempt when they were all together, to which Lilia responded with an “🙁” expression, which was enough to convince Jen to reluctantly stay in the group chat.

Ironically, Lilia isn't even active on the group chat. She's terrible at texting & terrible at reasing messages. (“why is the print so small??”)

She is, however, surprisingly nimble with her phone outside of that. She needed to figure it out for business and stuff.

Sharon also doesn't know how to use the group chat. She had a flip-phone until recently—and only got a new one because Billy insisted she needed it. She keeps accidentally doing group calls by miss-clicking on her phone.

Sharon always calls Alice to “come fix her phone” because “it's broken again!!” Alice, each time, has to tell her that it's probably just out of battery.

Agatha is blocked on Jen's phone because she won't stop sending her spam, so they only ever text each other on the group chat, which Jen has muted.

Jen, Alice and Lilia have a separate group chat. Lilia hasn't even noticed, but they assume she has, because she leaves everything on read. In reality, she just thinks both group chats are the same group-chat and they always have to call her om the phone to make plans.

Alice wanted to add Billy to the second group chat too, but Jen told her that he'd probably be sad to not include the others so it's better that he doesn't find out.

Agatha claims she doesn't care what Billy does, but once she ran out of her house to his car because he forgot his jacket.

Billy made everyone friendship bracelets in prideflag colours, (like the ones agatha and rio wore in agatha's trial.)

“I hate bracelets” “don't wear it then” “fuck you, I'm never taking it off.”

“do you like it? :))” *chocked up* “it's fine i guess-”

Alice, Lilia, Sharon and Rio don't even play difficult, they just wear them immediately.

Agatha and Billy love doing matching Halloween outfits. Rio and Eddie would be offended, but like. They respect the slay.

Eddie would go as hulk (haha hulkling reference) and Rio would just wear a black t-shirt that says “BOO-bs” across her chest. And she'd draw nipples all over her body.

Billy makes them vote for best costume and he ALWAYS votes for Alice regardless of who actually has the best costume. Not because he's biased—just because hers are genuinely always his favourites.

Jen and Lilia will go shopping during the first weeks of October, when people start decorating for Halloween, and the moment Lilia spots a SINGLE pumpkin she starts bitching and moaning the WHOLE WAY HOME about how “the holiday industrial complex appropriates our culture through offensive stereotypes and absurd emblems and It's full of caricatures that stem from misogyny and female domesticity and villifying powerful women and AND there's so many racial micro-aggresions and it's all just exploiting us for profit and all these decorations and advertisements are just here to pressure people to buy products and--”

Jen stopped listening ten minutes ago. She SO regrets pointing and saying, “oh, that pumpkin is so cute!” as if she doesn't know who she's hanging out with.

So, obviously Lilia never dresses up for Halloween. Jen just dresses hot, so that Lilia won't be able to be mad at her.

Lilia has... No objections to that--

Rio's favourite thing during Halloween (but also just, always) is scaring the shit out of people.

They all have weekly movie nights :)

Rio picks “comedies” (Horror movies, psychological thrillers, slasher films, gothic fiction, dark comedies, survival horror, anything gruesome & grotesque & body horror & gore, post-apocalyptic fiction) Sharon “coincidentally” skips movie night whenever it's Rio's turn to pick a film.

Alice picked everything everywhere all at once during her last turn. Her and Lilia sobbed through it (for very different reasons) while hugging each other. Other than that, Alice usually picks action movies, crime films, and the occasional rom-com or coming-of-age.

Jen loves dramas. Any dramas. Unnecessary trope-filled miscommunication? Hit her up!

Sharon likes sitcoms and old hollywood productions with a romantic flair. She'll point at scenes and narrate stories about how, “me and my husband used to...”

Agatha watches a lot of reality tv because she loves to make fun of the people yelling at each other.

Billy will always pick musicals. (Lilia has forbidden a specific few—and I think we all know which few.)

Hilariously, Agatha uses her next turn to force Lilia to sit through Madonna's Evita.

Lilia herself hates historical movies and always points out the inaccuracies. Same with fantasy media, she just doesn't like it. She's the pickiest of them all with movies and she always chooses total obscure wildcards that nobody has ever heard before—and somehow they're always the best ones.

Billy's parents are very conflicted about these people. “How about you and Eddie just... Start hanging out with people your own age? Like!! Eddie's friend group!!”

Even when he starts hanging out with the Young Avengers, he still spends more than half of his free time with his coven of lesbian senior citizens. <3

[clrasecretdiary]

Late night confessions | Spencer reid x Fem!Reader

only fluff allowed in this house

In which Spencer can't believe how oblivious you were.

Warnings: Pretty sure none!

Content: Love confessions, reader is oblivious, really cutesy, petnames (stuff like darling...)

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It’s a Saturday night, and you’re getting ready to go out with your friends from the BAU. Somehow, you guys got lucky enough to have this day off and decided to go to a bar and have some fun. Hotch and Rossi both said they’re “too old” for this and decided to not go, which honestly left you relieved, you really did not want both your bosses to see you in the outfit you had planned for the night. Besides them, everyone was going, and you were excited to see the team outside of work – particularly excited to see a certain genius. 

You and Spencer are the kind of friends that everyone perceived as “suspiciously close” and everyone that didn’t know thought you guys were a couple. Actually, there was a bet amongst your friends as to how long it would take you two to actually get together.

At first, you and Spencer found it uncomfortable and got awkward every time they made a joke about you two being together, but after some time, you guys started to join in a bit. Now, the irony of it all is, between all the flirty jokes, the way Spencer became so comfortable with you being clingy to him besides his germophobia and the way he cared so much about you…  You fell in love with him. 

Arriving at the bar, you spot your friends all sat at a booth and head over to them.

“Hey guys” 

“Hi sweetie, you look gorgeous” Garcia says, giving you a kiss on the cheek 

“Thanks darling, you look stunning too” You say, taking a seat between Spencer and Penelope. 

You talk to your friends, occasionally making eye contact with Spencer, who has been blushing ever since you came into the bar. You had always found it cute how no matter how many dates he had, he still would get flustered around girls he found attractive. 

You spent the night dancing and gossiping with Penelope and Emily. Later, the group was starting to leave when you felt a hand on the small of your back, when you turn around you see Spencer standing there smiling at you

“Hi Spence, wanna dance with me?” You say, putting your hands around his neck and smiling back, voice coming out a bit dragged

“Not now darling” He said, softly laughing at the way you were, not that usually you were super uptight but at this moment you seemed so relaxed and carefree he loved seeing you like that “Did you drive here?”

“Nop, but don't worry, I'll take a cab back home” 

“There's no way I'm letting you take a cab alone this late at night. C'mon, let's say goodbye to everyone and I'll take you home” 

You roll your eyes at him, but the way he was being so protective over you made your heart flutter. You thought about contesting him, something about you being a “scary FBI agent” but you knew he was right and decided to just go with it. 

You say your goodbyes to the rest of the group and go on with him to the parking lot. On the way to the car, Spencer is holding you by your waist to prevent you from stumbling, you're fully aware that you don't need it, you didn't even drink any alcohol, still you let him do it because there's no way you would ever shy away from being this close to him.  

Back at your house, Spencer goes with you in the elevator, stopping at your apartment's door 

“Alright, here you are, safe and sound” He says, smiling at you 

“Thanks Spence” You reach out to give him a hug, and it lingers for more time than it normally does

All you wanted to do right now was kiss him. 

“Do you want to come in? I'm not sleepy at all, and I would feel guilty with you driving alone this late at night, we can make some tea and talk maybe”

“I don't know, you really should rest…” Just as he began reclining your offer, you gave him the look you knew he would never say no to “Alright, I'll come in” 

“What's going on in that pretty brain of yours Spence” You say, leaning on the counter top 

You smile at him as you walk into your apartment, getting rid of your shoes and stepping into the kitchen. Spencer sits in one of the stools near the counter top and watches as you start to make tea. He watches every move you make, as if memorizing it, and maybe it's all in your head, and maybe you're just seeing what you want to see, but he has this look in his eyes, different from before.

“Not much” He smiles, and it feels like the world stops for a moment. 

 “Now that's a surprise, when have you ever not thought about everything all at once” 

“You tend to have that effect on me” His gaze lingers on you, as if he was trying to tell you something. You can't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. 

“What's that supposed to mean” You think you might know, but there's no way he reciprocates your feelings… right? 

“You know exactly what i mean, there's no way you're that oblivious” He smirks at you, and god you think you might pass out right then and there. 

“If I knew, I wouldn't be asking you, Spencer” 

He laughs and stands up, getting close to you "Alright, what i mean is when i'm close to you, that's all I can think about… You. I've been in love with you for… honestly, I don't even know how long anymore” He takes a step closer, placing a hand on your waist and his voice drops to a whisper “I've made it pretty obvious too, maybe you took the ‘don't profile each other’ too serious. How did you not notice?” 

You're shocked, you can't even process your thoughts right now. Your best friend, whom you've been in love with for years, just confessed to you. You did notice his change in behavior towards you, you just didn't believe he could ever be in love with you 

“I noticed you treated me different, but I thought it was just…” You lose your words when he reaches out and cups your jaw, you look into his eyes, and you can see the love in them, and it makes you feel something inside. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, and all you can do is take a deep breath and lean into his hand, feeling your heart flutter. You give him a small nod and close your eyes as he gently presses his lips against yours, and at that moment, you know that this is real. 

 He gently pulls you into his arms and kisses you on the forehead as he whispers “I love you” 

“I love you more” You say, looking up, smiling at him.

“Impossible” He says, smiling back at you.

[servicpop]

Callahan who's rough with reader cause that's how he'd always been never thinking something was wrong with it, till one time he'd be a bit too rough to the point where's it made you cry and he just thought it was from pleasure telling you to toughen up, but as soon as he realizes that you're crying because you don't like his rough handling and degrading and it hurts he immediately stops and helps you calm down, wiping your tears as guilt builds up in his chest and he just holds you close comforting you, he'll try to go easy next time although it's new to him he doesn't actually want you to be in pain

GAH SOFT CALLAHAN, SOFT CALLAHAN, SOFT CALLAHAN, SOFT CALLAHAN, SOFT CALLAHAN, SOFT CALLAHAN, SOFT CALLAHAN, SOFT CALLAHAN

I'm going crazy idk something abt soft sensitive reader who needs comfort is always my go to (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) idc if people find it cringe or "pick me" or even if they say he's a crybaby I will forever love soft sensitive male reader

Callahan would definitely start mumbling small apologies , looking at you with hardened eyes filled with guilt in them ! He doesn't want to admit it but seeing your cute little face turn all red and stained with tears makes his heart clench for you , he knows he's being too rough so it hurts him to see you actually in pain . . .

Callahan may be bad at controlling his strength when it comes to you , but he's sure as hell disciplined well enough to stop if you start sobbing out of pain !

Expect him to invite you to watch cartoons on the couch later , giving you sweets while he drinks his black coffee. Maybe he'll steal some from you , scold you for eating so much sweets but seeing your round , teary eyes he'll apologise and just wrap his arm around your shoulders , refusing to give into those puppy eyes.

[retiredkat]

DEN OF GEEK article

The Walking Dead Daryl Dixon Season 3 Needs to Decide on Daryl and Carol’s Relationship

Will they or won't they? Daryl Dixon season 3 really needs to make a decision about Caryl once and for all...

By Jeanette WhiteNovember 6, 2024

This Walking Dead article has spoilers for Daryl Dixon.

The desire to see a romantic relationship between Carol and Daryl isn’t anything new, but it has ramped up. Across The Walking Dead and Daryl Dixon spinoff, fans have witnessed friendship bracelets, “I love yous,” and plenty of face-caressing reunions between the two. Carol crossed an ocean to find Daryl in France, and he assured her that he never stopped trying to get home to her. Cute, right? Well, that all depends on who you’re talking to. According to David Zabel, The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon – The Book of Carol showrunner, there’s nothing romantic about it.

When asked about the nature of Carol and Daryl’s relationship in an interview with Collider, Zabel said, “I don’t think it’s romantic,” seemingly attributing the duo’s chemistry to whatever magic exists between Melissa McBride and Norman Reedus behind the camera. This, of course, isn’t the first time Zabel’s spoken against romance. When talking to SFX magazine, he said turning Daryl and Carol into a couple would be a “mistake.”

For “Caryl” shippers, it’s disheartening news. More importantly, it makes The Book of Carol’s romance hints feel a bit like gaslighting. For the series to succeed, it needs to decide what’s going on between Carol and Daryl because, right now, it’s sending mixed messages.

Daryl Dixon’s First Season Made Season 2 Messy

AMC originally conceived Daryl Dixon as a Daryl and Carol spinoff before overseas shooting made Melissa McBride’s inclusion “logistically untenable” for her. While a new direction was necessary, season 1 goes a step further by ignoring Daryl’s past almost entirely. Unlike The Ones Who Live, which delves into Rick and Michonne’s feelings about being separated from each other and their family, Daryl Dixon’s first season establishes Daryl’s bond with Laurent and Isabelle in France. Daryl doesn’t do much lamenting about the gang back home. In fact, he barely mentions them. When Laurent asks about the people Daryl left behind, he responds, “There’s Judith. There’s RJ. There’s a lady named Carol.” We all know Daryl’s tight-lipped, but “a lady named Carol” feels like a pretty big brush-off for someone he said “I love you” to just two months prior.

Watching Daryl choose between the people he just met in France and returning to his found family in the US is painful. The Daryl we know wouldn’t hesitate to return home. Yet, the big choice season 1 desperately pushes for doesn’t matter anyway. Once Daryl and Carol reunite, The Book of Carol kills off Isabelle, making Daryl’s “choice” a whole lot easier. Maybe the series didn’t want to steer into soap opera territory, but it sends a bizarre message nonetheless: Why can’t two women occupy space in Daryl’s life at the same time? The write-off feels like an all too convenient way of pushing Carol and Daryl back into the spotlight, but then, what was the point of season 1? Watching Daryl play reluctant guardian once again didn’t do much in terms of character development. Judith and RJ still exist, after all.

The Book of Carol Sends Mixed Messages

The Book of Carol includes plenty of Caryl moments that aren’t just fantasies of hopeful shippers. The fact that Daryl never returns Isabelle’s “I love you” after telling Carol that he loved her in TWD’s finale practically begs audiences to question his feelings for Carol. Strangers compare them to an “old married couple” and hint at the spark between them. When you toss in the playful banter, the hugging, and all those looks, you get something that feels a lot like romantic foreshadowing. If Zabel is so against romance, why bother including these moments at all? Yes, straight men and women friendships lack representation in entertainment, but the solution to that isn’t depicting a relationship wobbling on the edge of romance. That’s not authentic, either. In fact, it’s harmful.

The best will they/won’t they relationships work because, at some point, the “will they” becomes “they want to, they just haven’t.” This is where Carol and Daryl drip with slow burn potential. Taking the romance route suggests feeling realizations are underway. However, following Zabel’s path of friendship, ironically, makes things a lot more complicated if the spinoff keeps dolling out interactions like this.

Right now, season 3 plans for Carol and Daryl aren’t clear. Perhaps Zabel thinks people will keep tuning in if their relationship stays the same, but there’s too much history between them for that. Romance or not, Daryl Dixon would be wise to choose a side because playing is alienating shippers and non-shippers alike.

[librababe99]

Hello! I hope you a good day ❤️

Could you write something for Bruce Wayne × Reader along the lines of "I like strawberries" *the next day the kitchen is filled with strawberries*.

Like Bruce just randomly drops you gifts no note, no sign, he doesn't even give them directly to you

Title: A Berry Sweet Surprise

Tags: Fluff, Bruce Wayne (slight ooc?), Female Reader, established relationships, Love languages  Summary: Bruce always manages to express his love in quiet, unexpected ways, showing that sometimes the grandest gestures are the ones whispered in the smallest details.  Word Count: 811 words  A/N: Alright I’ve been loving fluff lately...and I think this was such a cute idea Anon🥰 I hope you enjoy this as much as I loved writing it. 

The Manor as unusually quiet, the kind of peacefulness that seemed rare in a place that held so much history and chaos within its walls. Bruce and you found yourselves in the kitchen, enjoying the silence, sharing a soft moment amid a busy life. Alfred had recently brought a basket of fresh strawberries, their deep red hues and juicy scent filling the air.

After popping one in your mouth, you sighed, almost blissfully. “Gosh, I just love strawberries.”

Bruce looked over at you with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ll make a note of that.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I didn’t mean it like that,” you replied, still savoring the sweet burst of flavor on your tongue. “They’re just… perfect, you know?”

Bruce merely hummed in agreement, his eyes lingering on you a little longer, as if to tuck the information away. It was the kind of quiet, thoughtful moment that didn’t need words — just understanding.

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The next morning, you wandered downstairs, barely awake but ready for the comfort of a strong cup of coffee. The familiar smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the kitchen, courtesy of Alfred, who knew you and Bruce far too well by now.

But as you stepped into the kitchen, you stopped, your sleepy eyes snapping wide open. The counter wasn’t just home to your usual morning coffee. Instead, it was overflowing with… fruit. Not just any fruit, either — bouquets upon bouquets, bursting with fresh, plump strawberries. Strawberries in every shade of crimson, gleaming under the kitchen lights like clusters of rubies. They were arranged in decorative baskets, in artfully crafted bouquets, and mixed with other fruits like pineapple stars and melon blossoms, but overwhelmingly, gloriously… strawberries.

Your jaw dropped as you took in the sight. There wasn’t a note, no card explaining this small marvel of fruit, but you didn’t need one. A small laugh bubbled out of you, and you shook your head, pressing a hand to your mouth in delight.

Only one person would remember something so specific, so simple, and take it to heart like this.

“Oh, my,” came Alfred’s voice, his ever-present calm layered with a touch of amused surprise as he entered the kitchen. “I daresay he may have gotten a bit carried away this time.”

You chuckled, glancing at Alfred, who had already set a plate and coffee cup for you. “I love it,” you replied, already reaching for one of the strawberries. “And you know, sometimes I wonder if he’s trying to make you look bad with these grand gestures,” you teased.

Alfred, ever the gentleman, offered a modest smile. “As long as it brings a smile to your face, I won’t be taking offense.”

You took a seat, selecting one of the strawberries from the nearest bouquet, savoring its sweetness with a fond look. The taste seemed even sweeter, knowing exactly whose idea this was and how well he’d listened. It was the kind of thoughtfulness that felt more intimate than anything grand.

As if on cue, your phone vibrated, and you glanced down to see a message from Bruce.

“Did you get my gift?”

“I did. More than enough strawberries to last me a lifetime, you know.”

“Is that a complaint?”

You laughed softly, texting back, “Not at all. Thank you, Bruce. Really. I love it.”

There was a slight pause before he responded, almost as though he were carefully crafting his reply. “I’m glad. I like finding ways to spoil you.”

You grinned at the message, feeling your heart swell. For all the sternness and stoicism Bruce often wore like armor, this was a glimpse of the man beneath, thoughtful and deeply caring in his own way.

“You’re the sweetest.”

You could almost picture his smirk when he replied, “Don’t tell anyone.”

Alfred cleared his throat, pretending not to notice the faint blush that had crept onto your cheeks. “Would you like me to set aside a selection of these strawberries for later, or should I prepare them all now?”

With a warm laugh, you glanced over at the mountain of strawberries, feeling happier than you’d expected over something so simple. “Let’s save a few. I think Bruce deserves some of these later too.”

Alfred smiled knowingly. “Very well, miss. I’ll prepare the finest of the bunch.”

You nodded, popping another strawberry into your mouth as you thought about Bruce’s little surprise. It wasn’t grand or extravagant, but in its simplicity, it was perfect. It was the way he showed you love — quiet, thoughtful, never asking for anything in return. And that, you knew, was worth more than anything money could buy.

As you finished your breakfast, you found yourself already anticipating the next time you’d see him, wondering how to show him your own love in return — perhaps in ways just as subtle, just as sweet.

[shinyshanniee]

Logan Walker - movie night •NSFW•

p in v , fingering

3,5k+ words

not proof-read

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"hey hunny, how are you?"

he smiled as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, embracing you warmly against his chest.

"i'm feeling much better now that i'm home with you."

he buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent as if trying to memorize it again.

"perfect!, i made us some hot chocolates, and i bought some marshmellows to dip in." you said.

logan let out a soft laugh, amused by your thoughtfulness. "that sounds perfect. i could definetly use something warm and sweet right now." he pulled back from the embrace, his arms still around your waist, as he met your gaze with a weary smile.

"lead the way," he gestures.

"there you go," you smiled, as you handed him the mug, steam still visible. "did anything special happend at work today?" you asked, blowing your own hot chocolate before taking a small sip.

logan let out a sigh as he took a seat at the table and accepted the hot chocolate. "thank you," he says as he wrapped his hands around the mug, letting the heat from the drink warm his hands.

"nothing special," he responded, taking a sip. "just the usual; drills, reviewing missions, and being yelled at by superiors."

"i see, and i still don't understand how you keep up with all of that," you replied.

logan shrugged as he set the mug down, his smile still on his face. "i guess i'm just used to it. it's like second nature to me at this point." he took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze, "besides, it makes coming home to you even sweeter."

you blushed at his words, "stop it, you always make me blush with these kind of comments."

he chuckled at your shyness, his smile turning cheeky. "i can't help it. you're just too adorable when you blush."

he leaned in a little closer, his tone dropping to a low, teasing tone. "besides, i love seeing that pink color on your cheeks, it's cute and hot at the same time."

you couldn't help but blush even more, "well thank you hun," you said shyly, "here are some marshmallows," you said trying to change the subject. logan knew you always try to avoid these type of conversations, you didn't like to be shy.

you handed logan a few marshmallows. logan grinned as he took the marshmallows and popped them into his mouth, savoring the sweetness.

"mmm, delicious. just like you." he winked at you with a sly smile, clearly enjoying teasing you.

"i see where this is going," you said "but before we get to that point, i really wanted to have a movie night with you.." you pleaded.

logan raised an eyebrow, a smirk still on his face. "oh, are you trying to get all cutesy with me no? okay then, i can get behind a movie night." he leaned back in his chair, still holding your hand, his tumb tracing over your knuckles. "what movie do you have in mind?"

"okay, so well.. i know you hate rom-coms, but you once promised me, like decades ago, that you would watch one with me, is today finally my lucky day..?" you asked, putting on your best smile.

logan sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes jokingly. "oh, so you're bringing up that old promise, huh? i was hoping you'd forget about it." he replied, you tried to look offended by his words.

he pretended to think for a moment before chuckling and giving in.

"well, i guess i can't back out now. sure, we can watch a sappy rom-com tonight. but you owe me, big time."

"hold on there mister, you promised me. i don't owe you anything, you still owe me this smartass."

logan held up his free hand in surrender, a smirk still on his face. "okay, okay, fine. you're right. i promised, and i'll keep my word, but just so you know.." he leaned in closer, his tone lowering to a soft, teasing whisper. "i'll hold you to that 'owe you' part later tonight. you know how much i like to collect my debts."

you blushed again, god this man. but you had to keep strong, "i don't think you deserve it." you said sternly, "first you need to watch the whole movie without closing an eye, maybe i will consider it then.."

logan huffed dramatically, but he was clearly enjoying your playful banter. "oh, is that all huh? just keeping my eyes open for the entire thing and you'll 'maybe'consider rewarding me later? you drive a hard bargain babe."

he crossed his arms over his chest and faked a pout, "but fine, i'll do it. but only because i love you. and i know you'll make it worthwhile for me in return." he smirked.

"well, if that's too easy. i will also question you about the movie, and every answer has to be correct." you pointed.

logan's eyes flared with playful determination. "alright, you sneaky little minx. you're on." he replied.

he leaned back in his chair, his arms still crossed as a cocky smile formed on his lips.

"hit me with your best shot. i'll memorize every line, every scene, and even the names of the side characters. you won't stump me, i assure you."

"well we'll see about that," you said. "and now chop, chop. drink your hot chocolate and get into something comfortable, i can't wait to start the movie." you grinned.

logan rolles his eyes jokingly and grinned, "yes, ma'am."

he took a final sip of the hot cocoa, finishing it, before standing up and stretching his arms above his head, graoning in content.

"alright, i'll go change into something more comfortable. but no peeking while i change. i don't want to give you a show for free."

he winked jokingly before heading towards the bedroom, leaving you to prepare for the movie night. a few moments later, he emerged from the bedroom in a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, his hair still slightly messy from the change.

"i'm all changed and ready to suffer through watching a rom-com.let the torture begin." he said.

you poked him in his upper arm, "such a funny guy you are, here.." you gave him a lighter, "can you light up some candles please? i grab the blankets."

logan nodded, stepping over to the coffee table to light up some scented candles and create a cozy atmosphere.

"how romantic," he whispers to himself.

once the candles were lit, he looked over at you, hands on his hips. "now all that's missing are the blankets, which it appears you're already taken care of."

"yep, no movie night without blankets." you smiled, dropping the blankets on the couch.

"agreed," he replied. logan moved over towards the couch, taking a seat and pulling the corner of the nearest blanket over him, waiting for you to join him. he patted the spot beside him, indicating for you to sit next to him. "come on babe, get over here. i want some cuddles while i suffer through this."

"fine, but dont get used to this treatment, you also promised me to watch a horror movie someday, don't expect cuddles when we do, i like to see you scared," you said teasingly.

logan chuckled as he made room for you on the couch, pulling you in close as you sat down. he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you against his side.

"oh don't worry. i won't forget about that. and trust me, there will be no cuddles during a horror movie, i'll make sure of that." he pressed a light kiss to your forehead. "but right now, you're all mine and i intend to enjoy every second of it."

"okay, noted. if you're ready you can press play." you gave him a small kiss on his cheek. logan reached out with one hand towards the remote, grabbing it up and pointing at the tv. he hit the play button, starting the movie. "as you wish, my darling." he settled back, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer again.

the opening scenes op the movie played, and it was evident that logan was already cringing a little. he rolled his eyes and huffed softly. "i can't believe i'm doing this.." he muttered, but squeezed you tighter against his side, as if needing your support to get through the night.

as the movie continued, the plot thickens and the cheesy dialogue started. logan couldn't help but grimace every now and then.

"is it me, or do all of these movies use the same old tropes?" he whispered

he rolled his eyes at some overly dramatic scene.

despite his apparent distaste for the movie, he remained dedicated to watching it without closing his eyes. he glances over at you, his expression a mix of mild disgust and begrudging amusement.

the film progressed further. the main characters were obviously falling in love, bit in a very cliché and sappy way. logan groanded softly,

"how many more scenes will they spend exchanging puppy eyes? it's nauseating."

as the plot intensified, so did the romance. the main characters finally confessed their feelings for each other, complete with  overly affectionate scenes and exaggerated declarations of love. logan let out an exaggerated gagging sound.

"seriously? do they have to be so mushy and cheesy about it?

you couldn't help but let out a small laugh every time he makes a comment about something that disturbes him.

he leaned his head back on the couch, eyes still on the screen. despite his protest, he wasn't looking away or closing his eyes. "can we fast forward to the end yet? i don't think i can handle any more of this sappiness."

the movie continued to drone on. the characters were now experiencing relationship problems, causing logan to roll his eyes once again.

"oh great, now they're having relationship issues. this isn't a movie, it's a public service announcement about how to NOT communicate in a relationship. they're supposed to be in love, not arguing over petty crap."

he huffed and held you tighter, using you as a prop to get through this. "this is the kind of unrealistic bullshit that makes me hate these movies. real relationships don't work like this."

you laughed, "i bet there are."

logan raised an eyebrow at your laughter. "what's so funny babe?" he asked, leaning in a little closer, his curiosity peaked.

"just thinking.. you claim that these movies are 'unrealistic bullshit' but i bet somewhere out there, there are couples who practically act like this in real life. all sappy, mushy, cheesy and affectionate." you explained.

logan's expression was one of slight disbelieve mixed with amusement. he let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head at your comment. you playfully poked his side, still smiling.

"oh come on, don't be so stubborn. just admit it. there must be at least one couple out there who loves being hopelessly romantic and cheesy all the time." you said.

logan scoffs jokingly, "fine, maybe there's one or two hopeless romantic couples out there. but people don't have time to be all lovey-dovey and sweet every single day, it's not realistic." he argumemted.

"okay, i'll give you that." you replied.

"but smartass, congratulations, you survived the torture!" you nudged him in his side the credits playing on the tv screen.

logan laughed lightly, feigning exhaustion as he dramatically leaned back against the couch. "barely, that was a test of endurance, i'll tell you that. i feel like i spent the past hours fending off romantic nonsense and gagging at overly dramatic declarations of love."

he shot a playful smirk. "but in the end, i survived. so what's my reward for sitting through that movie without puking or closing my eyes?"

you looked at the ceiling, thinking.. "hmm, well because i dragged you through so much torture, you can decide what your reward will be hun,"

logan's expression turned decidedly cheeky as you offered him the choice of his reward. "well, that's dangerous territory babe. i could ask for anything now, couldn't i?" he pretended to think for a moment before a sly smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"since i was such a good sport watching that sappy garbage, i think i deserve a pretty damn good reward.."he moved closer to you, his voice lowering as he continued, "and lucky for you, i know exactly what i want.."

his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer against him. he looked at you with a smoldering gaze, his eyes darkened with desire. "i don't think i want to wait any longer. i want my reward..now."

he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "and don't worry, i plan on collecting every last bit of my 'debt' babe. you'll be thanking me gefore the night is over.."

your cheeks turned into a bright shade of pink, the look in logan's eyes telling you exactly what he wants, what he needs.

in one swift motion, he scooped you up in his arms and stood up from the couch. he held you against his chest, his strong arms easily supporting your weight. "let's take this to the bedroom, where i can properly claim my prize, huh?"

with a firm grip, he carried you into the bedroom, his steps puposeful and steady. once inside, he kicked the door shut behind him and gently set you down on the bed. he stood before the bed for a moment, locking his gaze onto yours, his eyes filled with burning desire.

he stripped of his t-shirt, tossing it aside, revealing his toned, muscular torso. he moved closer, crawling onto the bed, his hands roaming over your body with a possessive grip. "you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this.."

he pushed you onto your bavk, pinning you beneath him on the mattress. his body hovered over yours, his arms on either side of your head, trapping you in place.

"all night, i've been thinking about this babe, how you'd feel under me, wrapped in my arms. how you'd lok in the moonlight, flushed and breathless.."

you bit your bottom lip, the sight of logan doing things with your body. goosebumps covered your soft skin, as you locked your eyes with logan's.

he leaned down and planted a trail of hot open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his lips moving upwards towards your jawline. he nipped at your skin, biting down slightly before soothing the mark with his tongue.

"god, you drive me insane, you know that..seeing you in that cute little movie night outfit. it's been torture pretending to focus on this shitty movie and not just jumping your bones right there on the couch.."

"i picked it out on purpose," you said biting your lip.. "i know you like seeing me in it.."

a guttural growl rumbles in his throat as your words only fueled his desire. "i could tell. i think you love driving me crazy, don't you?" you hummed in response, your eyes giving him a needy look.

his lips moved back up to your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe before his warm breath sent shivers through your body.

"i can't take it anymore, i need to taste you, feel you, have you completely right now.." he breathed.

"i'm all yours for tonight baby.." you whispered seductively in his ear.

his eyes darkened with pure lust as you voiced your surrender. his hands began to wander, moving over your body, slipping under the hem of your shirt and slowly hiking it up, revealing more of your skin.

"i want to memorize every inch of you, taste every curve and contour. i want to make you scream my name until you can't form words anymore.."

his hand moved to the edges of your shirt and began to slowly pull it upwards. he tugged gently, slowly peeling the fabric up and over your head, revealing your bare torso to him.

he let out a low, hungry grunt at the sight of you in your underwear. you wiggled, positioning yourself so you meet his face above yours. feeling his hard throbbing cock through his sweatpants as you moved.

he ran his hands over your thighs, hooking his fingers around the hem of your panties and began to slowly pull them down, exposing your already soaked pussy.

he couldn't help but let his hand slide to your pussy. "fucking hell y/n.. so wet for me aren't you.." you hummed in response, flinching when his hand slowly began moving up and down. teasing you with his fingers, almost entering you, something you wanted so badly.

"please..i need you logan.." you begged.

something in logan switched, immediate. he's looking at you like you are his prey, eyes dark and focussed on one thing only, you. "you don't need to tell me twice darling.." logan smirked, he licked his fingers before he strokes them over your pussy, slowly entering the first one. a loud moan escapes your mouth at the feeling. his thick finger moving in a swift motion.

you couldn't help but moan, looking at him enjoying every second of seeing you being satisfied. your eyes started to focus on a wet spot on his sweatpants, you moaned at the sight. his cock is throbbing so badly that it leaks through his sweatpants.

logan notices, "come on baby, pull it down. i know you want it.." he smirked. you pulled his pants down, his cock jumping up at it's release, precum clearly visible. your hand reached out, grabbing his big cock.

the moment you felt the sticky precum on your hands logan entered a second finger inside your wet pussy. you jumped, squeezing his cock by the sudden feeling. logan moaned, "holy fuck.. go on sweetheart.." you bit your bottom lip, moving your hand, trying to mimic logan's pace.

the room was filled with loud moans and the sound of your wet pussy.

"how does that feel huh? are you enjoying yourself baby?" he said inbetween his own moans. "feels.. so.. good.." you moaned. logan looked at you, trying to look unsatisfied, "just good? i can't give my girl something that is just good, now do i.." he had a develish grin on his face. a look you haven't seen before.

he moved back, his fingeres leaving your warm wet pussy. you had to adjust to the sudden empty feeling. "your in for a perfect time baby.." he said, with a low seductive voice.

he picked up your perfectly nakes body like it was nothing, and laid you on your stomach. he tapped your ass, "move that pretty ass up for me.. will ya?" you obeyed him. you put up your pretty ass just the way he wants.

his hands roamed over your exposed ass, a low groal in his throath, "so.." smack "fucking.." smack "perfect.." smack. you moaned after each word, enjoying it at its purest.

you wiggled your ass, logan noticing.. "please.. i need you, now." you whined. logan laughed, smacking your ass one more time. he grabbed his thick cock, and moved it up and down over your wet folds. the room filled with the sound of your wetness.

he moved faster, seeing how needy you are as you kept pushing your ass against him, hoping it would slide in perfectly. "so impatient.." he moaned.

he grabbed your hair in a ponytail and pulled you towards him, your body now in a perfect arch. you moaned as his other hand cupped your breast. his fingers slowly moving over your overly sensitive nipple.

"fuck.. logan.." you moaned. logan planted sloppy wet kisses in your neck, sending shivers down your spine as the cold air contacts the wet spots. your nipples getting harder by that feeling.

"godammit baby.." he moans, "i just fucking need you right now.." he groans.

he let go of your hair, your body falling on the mattress. his hands found your waist, positioning you in the perfect spot. he took his cock, and slid it up and down a few times before entering with a full force. logan moaned loudly, his cock now inside your perfect wet pussy, made just for him.

he moved fast, letting it all out. you didn't mind, you were enjoying this just as much as he was. "so fucking.. warm.." he moaned, grabbing your hips tighter. "so damn good.." he moved your ass closer as he starts pounding into you with so much force, feeling his balls hitting your pussy each time.

"oh my god.." you moaned. "I'm about to come baby.."

"fuck baby, yeah.. come for me then.." he groaned, he grabbed your hair and pulled you towards him. his face meeting yours as he leaned down a bit. "look at me when you do.." he whispers. just those words, those damn words sent you over your limit. your eyes locked with his. you came, and your eyes shot backwards. moans escaped your mouth as you tried keeping eye contact. your body started shaking, but logan didn't stop.

logan looked at you, "so fucking pretty when you come all over me.." he was so eager, still keeping his pace. you felt that he was close, very close. his movements became less frequent "fuck baby, fuck.. fuck.. fuck.." he moaned loudly. you've never seen him moan like this, he was mostly very quiet. but god, it's hot. 

you felt him pulling out, and within a second you felt spurts of a warm substance on your skin. logan moaned. you felt his hand carressing you ass, admiring his art.

"fuck, baby.." he breathed. he sat down next to you. you couldn't help but let out a small laugh. logan looked at you, "what..?" he asked as he patted your ass. "you should be vocal more often, it's incredibly hot.." you spoke.

"is that so..?" he smirks. he stands up and grabs his shirt. he looked down at you, "too bad that it has to come off, looks fucking good on you..a work of art.." he says, talking about his cum covering your bare back.

"who says it has to come off..?" you replied, a seductive smirk on your face. "nobody said that the painting was finished.."

logan looked at you surprised. his mind going crazy at your comment.

you looked down, his cock already facing upwards again.

"so.." you said,

logan didn't hesitate, he grabbed your body turning you around, this time your back on the mattress. you couldn't help but look at him with those desperate eyes, driving him wild.

how could he forget to paint both sides of the canvas?