#it’s a term of endearment for me dear anon

[superbattrash]

You gotta stop calling yourself old.

Nah 🥳

[littlemissclandestine]

Can you make soft Vladimir makarov? Please?

Hello my dear Anon!

Of course I can 😊 - thank you so much for the ask! Wasn't sure whether you wanted MWIII or OG MW Makarov so I just went with MWIII. I'm also only comfortable writing for a female reader so hope that's okay. I hope these are to your standards and make you happy, honey. Enjoy! <3

Soft!Vladimir Makarov x Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, suggestive, MDNI, 18+ only

🖤 Soft!Mak who, initially, seems like a cold, distant man who isn't capable of loving anyone, only interested in his work but who has a soft spot for women like you

🖤 Soft!Mak who gently tilts your head up to meet his eyes, his calloused thumb on your chin, stroking it as he whispers lowly how precious you are, his lips curving into a smile as his eyes dart from your left eye to your right and back

🖤 Soft!Mak who uses terms of endearment in Russian regularly such as любимый (beloved), Дорогая (dear), Любимая (darling), Котёнок (kitten), and ангел (angel) - especially loves calling you 'my beloved' or my angel'

[i most definitely have got these wrong as i don't know Russian so someone please correct me if need be!]

🖤 Soft!Mak who loves running his hands up and down your sides as you stand in front of him while he's sat down, looking up at you

🖤 Soft!Mak who gives you that knowing smirk when you wear skirts or tight dresses and just has to compliment your shape and how stunning you look, not being able to keep his hands off you

🖤 Soft!Mak who tends to get possessive when any of his bodyguards or anybody at all looks at you in a way only he's allowed to -> (He may also beat their faces to a pulp, the skin on his knuckles broken, his crisp white shirt now stained with their blood, his face too. As you try and pull him away, he'll spit on them and curse at them. Yes he definitely gets jealous...)

🖤 Soft!Mak who takes your hands in his, holding them together, cocooning them, giving you reassurance everything will work out and he'll be back soon

🖤 Soft!Mak who kisses your forehead tenderly, closing his eyes, his hands on either side of your head before he ruffles your hair when he leaves, cracking a joke to lighten the mood when he sees you crying or saying he'll treat you to something special when he gets back

🖤 Soft!Mak who shows you how much he appreciates you for sticking by him through thick and thin, knowing the questionable things he does daily and putting that aside because you love him

🖤 Soft!Mak who sometimes takes his stress and anger out on you but would never lay a hand on you like that because how could he?

🖤 Soft!Mak who instead, prefers some time apart but only a little. You walk into the main room in your hotel or the living room in your house in the morning, finding it filled with hundreds of bouquets of flowers and your favourite chocolates and a card addressed to you, a handwritten letter detailing how much you mean to him and that he'll be back to talk things through. -> (Timing is everything with this man)

🖤 Soft!Mak who constantly wants to provide for you, spoiling you with the money he brings in, not hesitating to buy bespoke, elegant, matching jewellery for you to wear in his presence

🖤 Soft!Mak who will use as many burner phones as he needs to to call you, telling you how much he missed your voice, holding the phone away for a moment when he starts choking on tears, looking up and blinking quickly to get rid of the tears, clearing his throat and resuming the call, his voice seemingly normal

🖤 Soft!Mak who would rather keep his business with the outside world hidden from you as best he can because really you're his world, the only world he wants to be in, the only one he really wants to focus on. 'The less you know the better' kind of thing because he has to protect his woman

🖤 Soft!Mak who will, however, give you basic firearms training in his private shooting range. Just the two of you. Him standing behind you, hips pressing into yours, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear and neck, a hand squeezing your hips as the other arm adjusts your stance and giving you a kiss on your neck when you hit your targets

🖤 Soft!Mak who will bury his face into the junction between your neck and shoulder, inhaling your scent and leaving a hickey as he wraps his arms around your lower body, hugging you from behind as you both look at the view from the balcony

🖤 Soft!Mak who doesn't mind PDA, but nothing too extreme, reminding you and everyone watching who you belong to, not thinking it's a sign of weakness but instead strength

🖤 Soft!Mak who has no guilt when it comes to the bloodshed he causes, but feels incredibly guilty when he leaves you for just one moment

🖤 Soft!Mak who needs to feel you on him all the time and touching you whenever he gets a chance to, the expression in the eyes of this trained killer turning into one of pure love and admiration

🖤 Soft!Mak who will pull you down by your wrist, causing you to fall into his lap so he can kiss you softly, his fingers digging into your hips and back, tongue intertwining with yours as you both fight for dominance

🖤 Soft!Mak whose ability to compartmentalise and keep emotions out of things is at serious risk when you came into his life because you're all that's on his mind

🖤 Soft!Mak who treats you like the rarest, most valuable thing in the entire universe, doing everything with the utmost care when it comes to you

🖤 Soft!Mak who loves you for you, admiring your strength, and treats you how a man should, his actions exemplary (even though he is often away but he makes up for it)

🖤 Soft!Mak who loves your vulnerability too, reminding you that you're both a team and to work through things together

🖤 Soft!Mak who never makes you feel like a burden on his shoulders

🖤 Soft!Mak who notices how you tend not to bother him when he's preoccupied, his gloved hands on his hips as he's talking to someone, his head tilting to the side and noticing you hunched over, immediately walking up to you because he feels bad for not spending as much time as he wants to with. Him kneeling down in front of you, removing his gloves, his hands caressing your cheeks as he asks what's on your mind with a warm expression on his face

🖤 Soft!Mak who takes your soft hands to his lips in the middle of a conversation, kissing them while maintaining eye contact with you, listening to you fully

🖤 Soft!Mak who interlocks your fingers with his in the backseat of an SUV and has an arm around you or his hand on your thigh, your head on his shoulder when you're on the run and need to relocate, being driven by a chauffeur to the next place you call home

🖤 Soft!Mak who always wonders what he did to deserve you

🖤 Soft!Mak who is full of surprises, showing you his experience in every field ;)

🖤 Soft!Mak who is big on consent, only engaging in anything sexual if you're in the mood, taking his time, talking you through it, guiding you through it, getting rougher later if you're comfortable with it

🖤 Soft!Mak who chuckles when he hears you moan or scream his name, whispering things in Russian directly into your ear that turn you on even more...

"Hehe you like that my love?...Fuck you're killing me kitten nghh look at you, so beautiful, so...sexy."

🖤 Soft!Mak who, in a mad rush, fuelled by the adrenaline and cortisol running through his veins and the fact he might not make it back before a mission, where he has a standoff with TF141, asks that million dollar question in a hotel, not his ideal proposal location but anyways he slips that ring onto your finger, lips meeting yours harshly with desire, as tears stain his cheek, saying he loves you repeatedly, cupping your cheeks as your foreheads touch and he pulls you into a quick tight hug

🖤 Soft!Mak who, when the opposition are closing in on his location, will grab your hand tightly, running through corridors on high alert, a pistol in the other as he shouts commands to his soldiers, glass breaking, bullets flying as he shields you from it all

🖤 Soft!Mak who directs you out of the area first as your safety is priority, you bring him more joy than anything in the world, the only thing he truly needs and if he lost you knowing he had a part to play, he'd never be the same again -> (would probably make his reign of terror worse, wanting to brutally torture or kill the rest of our tf141 lads in cold blood as he looks for someone else to blame even though deep down he knows some of it lies with him - I LIVE FOR ANGST. Can you tell?)

🖤 Soft!Mak who remembers your talks together in bed and how you wouldn't want him to lash out in grief and be impulsive like that or seek so called 'revenge' in the first place even though you knew what you were getting into when you began dating him

🖤 Soft!Mak who starts to question whether his cause is worth it because of the danger he's putting you in, trying to push those thoughts aside because he's THE Vladimir Makarov, the ultranationalist, the terrorist, the man whose authority and work should not be questioned by any being or they'd face the consequences...-> (the internal conflict mwahaha! *rubs hands together*)

🖤 Soft!Mak who is 110% loyal to you and you only

🖤 Soft!Mak who thinks twice about everything now that he has you

dividers by @saradika-graphics <33

Next time, don't be shy anon - YOLO. Please know this is a safe space, my love. 🙃 (Also lowkey almost fell for him a second time writing these. First time was OG!Makarov, however. Yeesh...dear God, please not again. NEVER AGAIN bdjcdjsksk) -Star ☆

[wheeboo]

12:10am | jeon wonwoo

SYNOPSIS. in which wonwoo comforts you during a horror movie. PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, comfort, established relationship WARNINGS. terms of endearment (love, sweetheart, babe), kissing WORD COUNT: 952

requested by anon: can you write about s/o watching horror movie with wonwoo ;)) like she loves watching horror movie but is a lil scared lol thank youu <3

notes: i do recommend the movie mentioned in the drabble! it's a taiwanese horror film and it actually got me good and i love horror movies too lmao

"Okay, how about this one?" Wonwoo scrolls on Netflix before landing on a horror movie called Incantation, and as the preview plays you find yourself a bit engrossed for a moment, eyes widening to a scene on the screen.

"Oh my gosh, is it... It's one of those found footage films." You mutter out lowly.

Wonwoo lifts a brow. "So a no?"

"No, it's okay. It's just..." You lean in a bit to the screen to get a better look, brows scrunching together to the eerie-looking woman displayed on the cover with her hands fixed in a strange formation. "I know people who've watched this, and they said it was really scary. Like actually."

Wonwoo just chuckles lightly and spreads out the blanket so that it covered over both of your bodies. He snakes an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him, and you immediately feel the comfort of his warmth molding with yours. The two of you have watched quite a lot of horror movies together, but it's very rare to see you a bit terrified before the movie even started.

"Hmm, you know I'm here to protect you, love," Wonwoo assures, a hint of tease in his voice as he reaches a finger to push some hair behind your ears.

You roll your eyes playfully. Normally you're good at handling horror films and don't need the protection of your own boyfriend𑁋well, only sometimes like before going to bed since you're terrified of having nightmares𑁋and can carry yourself pretty well for the most part. But upon knowing what other people have said about the movie, maybe cuddling up to Wonwoo isn't the worst idea in the world. It never is, anyway.

Smiling faintly, you lean into his embrace and hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your side.

"If I, uh... scream, I'm sorry," You tell him somewhat embarrassingly, letting your arms wrap him as if you're holding onto him for dear life.

Wonwoo's laughter rumbles against your ear in response to your confession. He holds you a little closer, and you feel the tips of his fingers meet some exposed skin to your waist where your shirt had ridden up slightly.

"Well, if you scream, it must mean you're pretty immersed in the movie, right?" he asks tauntingly.

You lightly nudge his side with your elbow and lean back slightly, playfully giving him a mock glare. "You better prepare yourself then."

All he does is press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "I'm always prepared, sweetheart."

As the movie begins, you find yourself getting drawn into its uncanny storyline. The found footage style adds an unsettling realism that sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help the urge of wanting to hide your face away in the sheets.

Throughout the movie, Wonwoo doesn't ever let go; if anything, he manages to hold you even closer as if he was a bit scared himself𑁋you'll definitely tease him about that later. The suspenseful scenes play with your nerves, yet his presence calms your racing heart. You find yourself alternating between gripping onto his shirt during the tense moments and leaning into his warmth during the quieter scenes.

During a particularly intense jumpscare, you can't help but cling to him tightly, your fingers clutching onto the fabric of his shirt, and you swear you even feel him jump as well. Wonwoo responds by holding you even closer, his fingers gently rubbing soothing circles on your back. Then when the scene dissipates, you loosen your fingers.

"Doing okay?" he asks quietly.

You lift your head up to look at him. "Yeah," Then you reach over to straighten his glasses. "Thank you."

With your heart feeling a little lighter, you settle back into his embrace. The plot continues to thicken and weave together, the anticipation building up once more as the end came closer with everything coming full circle. The tense atmosphere of the film no longer holds the same grip on you as before, and you find yourself commenting more about what was happening in the movie with Wonwoo right next to you listening carefully.

When the credits start to roll, you exchange a knowing look with Wonwoo.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asks as you separate yourself from him to stretch your limbs.

"In the beginning, maybe a bit." Then you shoot a smirk in his direction. "But you got scared at some points, right?"

Wonwoo raises an eyebrow at your teasing tone, but a sheepish smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Scared? Me? I don't think so."

"Oh really? So those subtle jumps and grips on my shirt were just... for dramatic effect?"

Wonwoo clears his throat, trying to maintain his composed façade. "Exactly. I was just trying to add more to the horror experience for you."

"Ah, of course," You reply mockingly. "How thoughtful of you to sacrifice your bravery for my enjoyment."

He playfully rolls his eyes, unable to hide his amusement any longer. "Okay, fine, I admit it. There were a couple of moments that got to me."

You grin cheekily. "A couple of moments, huh? So you were scared after all?"

Wonwoo huffs a breath and wraps his arms around you once more. "I was just... momentarily surprised."

"Pfft, 'momentarily surprised', whatever you say, babe," You quip jokingly as you lean your head back on his chest.

His chest vibrates with a chuckle as he holds you back in his arms where you rightfully belong. "Alright, you win this round."

This makes you nuzzle your face in his neck, smiling against his skin as you place a few pecks to the skin there. He tilts his head slightly to give you better access, his laughter turning into a soft sigh of contentment.

"Good," is all you mutter.

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[sgiandubh]

Bcac and gotraveltheworldluv are stalkers and so defensive if you doubt them. The shenanigans are getting too old and predictable. I’m not even a shipper and I think something is wrong.  it just doesn’t make sense. These fake dates are really strange. I mean it’s just not normal so it is questionable. The credibility is not there and these other bloggers are just a bunch of strange women.  I actually believe he has a relationship more with his costar then any of these fake dates it just seems so forced  and on public display. If it was real, why innuendos and why post it knowing fans will seek out? I’m not talking about relationships I mean seriously how can he have been with six women in two months and made sure that everybody knew about it. I’ve come to the conclusion he’s definitely hiding something, I’m not sure what. Even being married secretly I know you guys don’t think he’s gay, but I definitely don’t think that he is with all of these women that he claims to be.  I don’t think you’ve had any girlfriends.

Dear Hiding Something Anon,

BCAC, who? As for the other Pearl of Great Price, well... religious hypocrisy at its finest, really. I wonder what her congregation would think about her dirty, dirty little secret. Online stalking all those women, even those remotely purported to have breathed around S, surely won't get her extra brownie points, or whatever they are called, back in her red neck of the woods.

Funny you are not a shipper, but still found a way to ask yourself all the right questions. According to the Anti Gospel, you are just one step shy of apostasy 😱.

Gay, he is not. That is a lazy theory based on next to nothing, spare a questionable blogger's speculations (and the 'evidence' singlehandedly fabricated on Wikipedia, long debunked by me) and Data Lounge's almost desperate merry go round of three inconclusive pics and my dog's aunt recollections (Lola's aunt probably hails from Carmarthen and I think she has an excellent pedigree, but that's just about it). Whoever came up with this bullshit has no real knowledge of the gay world's dynamics, either and probably a very superficial, second hand exposure to it.

Speculating he fornicated with a half dozen of women in less than three months (and under public, even obsessed, scrutiny) is borderline demented. Sure, he does not need the consent of the King for such leisure activities, but come on: do they hear themselves? From me to you, Anon - I know still waters run deep, but he never stroke me as the randy devil type. I've seen way worse, including in my own backyard (and you'd give Someone your first born to babysit, without even blinking - such a mistake).

So yes, he does hide something. Once you enter this rabbit hole and provided you take a long, critical look around, you're bound to discover many interesting bits and bobs that add up and paint a credible theory.

What do I think he hides? A love story of our times, Anon. With slammed doors, pillow talk, terms of endearment and deep feelings. And yes, your assumption is correct.

And gee, thanks for your words, too. Much appreciated - why be a hypocrite?

I also strive to be informative, Anon. You can seat by my side, at the back of the bus. This is where the most fun is happening and we even have the finest Gunpowder tea, freshly brewed.

[got-ticket-to-ride]

do you know of any other moments of john and paul calling each babe/baby or any other terms of endearment? i know of the I’ll Follow the Sun outtake (you can really hear the love they had for each other here!) , "My Dear One", that one anecdote of john asking for drinks and calling him baby... are there any other ones?

Thanks for the very interesting question, anon.

I'll just compile all the ones I know of here as well :

1.) Can You Take Me Back Take 1

John: Are you happy here honey?

Paul: I ain't happy here my honey, can you take me back? I ain't happy here my honey, can you take me back?

2.) Till there was you - John echoing the romantic lyrics Paul was singing in Hamburg

3.) I'll follow the sun: John: I’m playing, baby! Don’t stop me now.

4.) This is one of my favorites, no baby-calling but SOFTEST John:

John: Alright Paul, come along now. *kiss sound* Come on... (rather softly)

5.) John: Uh, I need another drink baby.

6.) John singing during the late 1970s: My cheri (my darling) my Paul, Paul in french accent

7.) Paul calling John babe before singing "Here Today" at a concert in 2009 "are you listening babe?"

8.) During John's 75th birthday Paul said : We miss you, baby. I miss you.

I feel the last 3 are particularly important to note, because John despite their "break up" in 1969 continues to address Paul in an endearing manner. Old Paul is still calling John baby/babe. Old habits die hard. I strongly feel like this is how they actually called each other privately.

That's all I know as of this moment. Feel free to add more in the comments.

[seruadoric]

the perfect number .

incl . 6 (six)

content . requested by anon , romance , fluff , headcanons , gn!reader

general hcs

. as the leader of apeiron, SIX is a very busy man. therefore, you would need to be patient and understanding towards him if he has a meeting or simply needs time alone.

. before the two of you started dating, six would have to warn you about his responsibilities, the chances that he may not be able to spend as much time with you as a lover should.

. six, unlike his peers, prefers to stay in his room and enjoy the solitude. at times, six will need his alone time to recharge his energy, but that does not mean that he dislikes your presence; there is a noticeable favoritism towards you.

. very rarely, he will invite you to stay in his room with him. talking, enjoying the silence, anything. it is a loving gesture to him, to simply sit in your presence and have you by his side. dealing with many people and the island's matters must be an exhausting thing for him, but luckily you are there to support him - and he is forever grateful towards you for that.

. speaking of his room, it's littered with books. when you're visiting, expect to see six sat down reading a book in his lap.

. not every question has a perfect answer; to answer some questions one must be wise. that's exactly six--a wise figure that guides others out of darkness. similarly, he will be able to help you with any inquiry you must have, whether a simple maths question or a complex theory. it's a leader's obligation to help set people on the right path, so let him help you as well.

// 𖹭

. in terms of LOVE LANGUAGES; six believes that you should contribute to all five. he does not lack in any certain love language, and wants to make sure that you feel as loved as he does in the relationship.

. though, i don't believe that six is too public in your relationship. he strikes me as the one that is more private about his relationships, but he does not mind if you are flashy about it. he wouldn't indulge in public displays of affection, but if you wanted to he could wrap an arm around you or hold your hand while you're walking around the island or the suitcase.

. kisses and more intimate displays are reserved for private places. he could opt for a short peck on the lips in public spaces, but not much else - he's a busy man after all, he has a reputation to uphold.

. he rarely calls you by a nickname - rather, just your name. if you're lucky, or if you directly ask him, he'd call you by basic terms of endearments such as darling, dear, etc.

i love 6 sm, i was so happy someone requested for this !! i was actually about to write for him, but the request came in HAHA love 6 sosomuch 6 pls let me give you a bigfat kiss ... MIGHT add/change some things because i'm not as fond of this </3 ALSO . slight favoritism and laziness in my requests,, got over my writers block like just yesterday and decided to work on my fifty drafts on both accts teehee expect more posts !!

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Song of the Sea

Past =-= Next

Author's note: Jophiel's next bit in Husbandry. Thanks to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric and Ash'val.

Warnings: None that I know of.

Summary: Jophiel learns more about the sea side town that his human lives nearby. And starts learning English by going to classes at a Community center.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k, @ms--lobotomy @bispecsual @thevoidscreams

Tagged continued: @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

It had been nice to speak with Claude for a bit, even though the other had fussed over him and had threatened to send an Apothecary to check him over. Which he thought was unfair, since he's already healed up from his injuries.

He hums softly to himself as he mentally goes over the tasks that he needs to complete before he goes to the Community Center to learn more about the local language called English.

He listens to his wonderful Bonded talk about what they were going to do, among other things and hums and occasionally chirps out a response, either in stilted English or in Gothic.

He helps clean up the breakfast that they shared, base line food, he has to eat a stupidly large amount of it to truly be full. He has a meal of it, for the simple pleasure of tasting such wonderful variety and flavor. He still has some nutri-paste and rations that he will consume later to finish filling his belly.

Now that he knows about the Imperial Fist and Salamander base that is a few hours away. He'll try to report in for some supplies before scurrying back here.

Depending on the temperament of the First Borns that run the base he might get away with supplies, for only a few weeks of working for them.

They can't be too bad, Claude and Cedric are still there, and have brought in Ramiel and Catius to that place as well. Granted, they know and can withstand a lot of punishment and suffering.

But since they are on Ancient Terra... they could simply leave for a different 'war band' or base if it was truly intolerable. Or so he hopes that is the case.

After finishing up with the chores and helping with what he knew how to do of farm chores and animal husbandry (which admittedly is very little, and only what his dear, cherished Bonded has taught him).

"I will be back in a few days, meeting with brother-cousins," Jophiel carefully says to you in English, his accent and slight lisp endearing.

"Oh?" You ask him with a surprised blink.

"Yeah Cedric is fussing about making sure health good," Jophiel says struggling to say what he wants and needs to in English. "Is Space Marine Doctor."

"Are you sick or still injured?" You ask with a concerned frown on your face suddenly worried.

He had been badly injured and terribly skittish when the two of you had first met. But he'd healed shockingly quickly and had said that he was better.

"No- just Space Doctor check up," Jophiel says quickly trying to comfort you.

"Alright," You say as you try to calm down a little and stare up at him firmly, "If you are sick or hurt, tell me so I can help you. Yes?"

"Yes my heart," Jophiel says with an adorable smile down at you.

You can't help but smile back at him. He's so sweet at times, and it has your heart melt. "I'll miss you while you're gone."

"One of my hearts shall remain with you, always," Jophiel tells you with earnest red eyes.

You fluster a little at that. Jophiel is lovely, playful, artistic and slowly growing more articulate in English. He could be terribly romantic and flirtatious at times. You aren't sure if he means it like that or if that's just how he speaks.

He nuzzles you for a few minutes, a deep rumbling purr coming from deep in his chest. You gently pat one of his hands and lean into him. He's certainly cuddly, on his terms. The first time you heard him purr you had been utterly surprised and delighted at the same time.

Jophiel gently lets you go and heads off to go find that Imperial Fist and Salamander base that Claude had mentioned that he was living and work in. Once he gets close to the major inland city, he makes sure to carefully land, skillfully avoiding being noticed.

He closes his eyes and focuses and weaves the illusions on his wings which he lays against his back and makes sure to not move. He staggers a little from the dizzying amount of effort, focus, and energy that is being drained from him to hide his wings.

He shakes his head a little and starts to head towards the base that Claude had spoken about, he makes sure to send Claude a text message through the shared Primaris-only channels as he picks his way to the base. Carefully making sure not to impede the flow of base line traffic.

Claude finds him a few minutes later and looks him over briefly before they go to the Iron Fist and Salamander Base. They check in and he speaks to the First Born cousin, doing the 'check in' process that has been developed for the Loyalist that have landed on Terra.

He listens to what he's told, even as his vision starts to flicker, as spots start to show up. Claude is very careful in how he's holding him. Jophiel's grateful for that as he tries to not look like he's leaning into Claude as the effort to hide his wings becomes far greater.

He murmurs his thanks to Claude as he feels the other start to lend him energy to continue up the illusion. Cedric has a slightly pinched expression on his face as he heads to them. Spotting the way Jophiel is totally not being almost entirely supported by Claude's weight.

"You Idiot," Cedric hisses at Jophiel.

He grunts a little, it's taking all of his concentration and energy to keep up the illusion on his wings. Cedric continues to hiss at him under his breath and grabs Jophiel's other arm and swings it over his shoulders as they drag him to the nearest hiding spot where neither eyes electronic and natural can watch them.

"Drop the illusion," Cedric orders, all Apothecary sharp and commanding.

Jophiel does with a gasp, "Throne! That was really difficult."

"You are an idiot for doing witch craft on Ancient Terra," Cedric scolds Jophiel.

"I don't want to incite madness in First Borns," Jophiel protested. "you know that is what my mutation can cause in others, unless it's hidden. And I'm in armor, so I can't wear a cape to hide it."

Cedric gives him a sharp look and exchanges another look with Claude who is casually guarding the door. Technically they should take Jophiel to the medbay.

But- Jophiel would get upset if he had to go somewhere so public for a check up. Technically they should take Jophiel to one of the Librarian Captains and inform them of the Primaris Librarian Scout.

Technically, as Ramiel and Catius knock on the door carefully informing the trio of who's at the door. They are breaking some of The Rules, which is bad but Jophiel is uninjured and seems to be fine, stable and steady.

Technically, they should also inform the nearest Blood Angel or one of their Successor Chapters First Born of Jophiel being here. But Jophiel likely won't want to meet them.

"At least you haven't shredded your wing again," Cedric says tartly, "Or hurt yourself by being a block head."

"I'm not a block head!" Jophiel protests.

Cedric gives him an Apothecary Look TM, "All brothers who aren't Apothecaries can be Idiots."

That got all of them protesting that Cedric wasn't being Unfair and A Little Mean. Ramiel looks over Cedric with an assessing gaze, noticing that he seems... Upset about something.

"Cedric," Ramiel says gently, "Once you are done checking over Cedric, I'd like to talk to you."

"Fine," Cedric says not looking at Ramiel.

~

As one of the First Born Captains, and one who's a Scout Captain at that, who's been able to start to get through the prickly shields of the Primaris Marine Scout-lings that had been found, he'd been informed of their furtive movements, and how they seem to be hiding something. Again.

Captain Ash'val had been walking from one place to another- when he'd noticed that Cedric had a look on his face. One that he was starting to learn what that meant.

Then he'd seen Catius, and Ramiel try to sneak about. Since he can't find Claude, and no one has noticed him on the cameras or in person. That sneaky youngster (who he's not certain is Actually a Raven Guard, Honest), but a different, sneaky Legion, er Chapter.

Ash'val rubs his face a little and sighs, wondering just what was going on in the 42nd Millenium that has the Primaris Marines default to hiding their wounded brothers from the First Borns. Ash'val wonders just how long it's going to take before he, or Feldarim, or any of the others meet this newest Scout-ling.

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 1 - Pet Names

The prompt was sent in by an anon requesting: for kinktober, maybe smth about anakin loving all of obi-wan’s pet names? darling, dear, padawan mine, etc.

I went a little instrospective with this one - hope you don't mind, anon!

Darling / 943 words

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Obi-Wan could give a single name or word a multitude of meanings just by the way he said it. Through the inflection on the tip of his tongue he could make a word scathing or bright, intense or lazy, soulful or dull. He could bring a depth or lightness through tone alone; a deep rumble warning of caution and danger, while other times laughter would slip inside the consonants and vowels that filled the listener with a sense of frivolity and joy. He was a master of words, careful with them, selective how he said and what he said, using his diction to great effect when needed.

But there was one word - one particular name - that Anakin enjoyed the most. He’d marvel at the way Obi-Wan could change it with just the parting of his lips, turning it from endearing to enraging to undoing with just a simple shift in his mannerisms and a flash in his eyes.

Darling.

Anakin adored the different ways in which Obi-Wan called him darling. No matter the way, no matter the time or the place, no matter the intent, the simple flutter or striking of the syllables would make Anakin falter for just a moment. His heart would skip a beat, chest squeeze tight, tongue becoming fat in his mouth as he scrambled to come up with something appropriate in response.

He was never able to.

Anakin enjoyed when Obi-Wan said it in an off-the-cuff sort of way, slipping past his lips as if he were calling Anakin by his name instead. A quick darling to grab Anakin’s attention before asking his question, chin tucked as he read from a datapad or flipped through a console, his focused on something more important and not the way the name caught Anakin and held; held until Anakin couldn’t help but feel as if he’d never catch his breath again.

Other times Obi-Wan would use it on purpose, saccharine and sweet as he whispered it against the curve of Anakin’s ear, breath and beard tickling Anakin’s skin, a term of endearment used first before the request came - ‘Please be on your best behaviour’ or ‘I’d appreciate it if you’d do this for me.’

‘Of course I will,’ would always be Anakin's hurried response, before Anakin crushed their lips together and swallow Obi-Wan’s smugness whole.

There were other times the name didn’t sound as sweet - caught on the back of Obi-Wan’s teeth as he gritted out his platitudes, face contorted with pain as he pushed Anakin away while telling him not to fuss; that it was just a small cut or blaster bolt graze or something else that maimed and marked and hurt. Or when he was irritated with Anakin, the darling quick and biting, meant to sting as a pettiness Obi-Wan tried to hide would well up and mark his words and his actions. But even those notes - sour and off-kilter - were cherished because it meant Obi-Wan was still there, still noticing, still with Anakin.

Then there were the moments the name would slip out in the bedroom. Early mornings spent tangled up in each other, Obi-Wan’s eyes still closed as he mumbled a soft ‘morning, darling’ through the quiet space. His voice would be thick with the vestiges of sleep, tongue lazy as he rolled the syllables around, the name rough around the edges but swallowed smooth like honey as it settled in Anakin’s chest. Anakin would tilt his head to the side and invite Obi-Wan closer, wanting to feel the name spoken against his skin.

And the more intimate times - the name spoken against the nap of Anakin’s neck, his curls pressed against sweat-slick skin as Obi-Wan pushed into him. Obi-Wan’s touch was at once demanding and tender across his hips and thighs, teeth sharp along the cords of his neck, tongue wet and hot as he licked broad strokes, collecting Anakin’s sweat and come and tears with a hunger rivaled only by Anakin’s. He’d call Anakin darling which such need, the sound of it harsh and guttural in the back of his throat, breath stuttering as he fucked up into Anakin’s willing heat, walls tight and grip strong.

Or a desperate whimper as it slipped past his lips as he knelt between Anakin’s legs, the word kissed and breathed into the skin of Anakin’s inner thighs. Obi-Wan’s brows would furrow, grief and the ecstasy of shame roiling up in him as he peppered the hallowed places of Anakin’s body with his lips, Anakin’s musk and come coating his skin and the bristles of his bear, darling a ragged word that stuttered and caught on Obi-Wan’s lips like a prayer.

Anakin wanted the name branded on his skin, carved into his bones, sunk into his very marrow. He wanted to be infused with the meaning behind it - the intimacy and the attachment associated with it. He wanted for it to become him entirely - until his name ceased to exist for Obi-Wan and all that remained was darling. Because darling was only ever used for Anakin - it was a placement given to him by his Master, stitched into the fabric of their shared existence, a turn of phrase he only used for Anakin. When Obi-Wan called him darling - softly, sweetly, deeply, angry or happy, indulgent or terse, in every way and in all ways - Anakin was someone else; the beloved of Obi-Wan Kenobi and not the Chosen One, not Skywalker, not Skyguy, not Padawan, not General (nor ‘renegade’, ‘degenerate’, or a ‘vicious little thing’).

He was just Obi-Wan’s darling. He was just enough.

[roguelov]

Picture this:

Dream with Reader who's very shy, skittish, reserved and oblivious. She's easily flustered, a girl of few words, nerdy and socially awkward to the point where it's painful, but she's good at her powers and her job, and that's all that matters to her. She's sent to his realm to help with the rebuilding of it by her organization. Few weeks of working alongside her, and he has fallen head over heels with her, and yet, she knows nothing. His attempts at flirting with her were met with either her getting flustered, retreating and quickly changing the topic or just plain obliviousness as she goes on her merry way with her work, unintentionally ignoring his advances and stonewalling him. And what do we know... Dream isn't the most patient of beings and at this point, he's tired of just feeling like he's trying to approach a skittish stray cat. What will he do? Decisions, decisions...

Oooo anon I’m intrigued! Like let’s say for plot reasons the reader is fae (or maybe a demon still debating) who is basically there to aid Dream but to be an olive branch between their realms and have a better relationship

You had been living in the Dreaming for quite some time now. Dare you say, it started to feel like home. The residents were kind, and the ruler wasn’t who you expected. Rumors always swirled around the Endless, and you had heard a few nasty ones about Dream in particular. However, since his recent imprisonment there was a change in him. Or at least his residents and people told you.

“How are you this evening, my honored guest?”

You peered over your shoulder to the king himself, Dream. “I am well, thank you.”

You continued your easy stride with maps of the Dreaming in your hands. Lucienne had requested them.

Dream walked beside you. “I am glad to hear.”

You simply hummed in response.

Dream stepped in front of you, blocking your path. You froze and your eyebrows furrowed together.

What a cute expression, he thought.

“My dear,” he stated. “I hope you are not lying to me. If there is anything I can do for you, you may simply ask.”

Your heart sang at his term of endearment. Yet, you buried such feelings. You shook your head, “I assure you I am content.”

“But, not happy?”

Content sat wrongly in his mind.

Your gaze dropped. “I am -“ you cleared your throat and clutched the maps closer to your chest - “I’m sorry, but I must -“

He gently tipped your chin up, forcing your eyes on him. Your words died on your tongue. His gaze was one of upmost intensity. A shudder ran through your body.

“Perhaps on your break,” he hummed, running his thumb across your chin, “you could join me possibly for some tea.”

“I - I would be honored but -“

He sighed unable to hide is disappointment, “And who else has your attention this evening?”

No one.

After delivering the maps to Lucienne, you would be done for the day. Surely, Dream had better things to do than entertain you.

“I am sure a king as yourself is quite busy,” you pointed out.

He leaned in closely. “Oh, sweet one, I can do what I please. Like you said, I am king and I wish to be in your company.”

His eyes flickered down to your lips. He did little to had his want for you. You swallowed nervously. You quickly yanked yourself away from him.

It’s not like that. Something was probably on my face.

“I will meet you then,” you answered with your eyes locked onto the floor.

“Look me in the eyes and answer me,” he said. “It’s little disrespectful to not address me properly.”

He didn’t care. He simply wanted to see your lovely face, to see your adorable expressions.

You winced internally. Of course. Glancing up, you cleared your throat and stated, “I will meet you for tea after my delivery.”

Dream smiled, almost predatory like. “Good, I will see you then.”

A heat spread all over your chest. Your eyes widened. You mumbled out a goodbye before rushing off the to library.

Dream continued to smile at you. Just one day at a time, he thought. He would have you soon enough. You would soon understand his desires for you, his sweet guest.

[shmowder]

Here's a small request for anytime. I revisited your cute nicknames post because it always makes me happy. What pet names do you think Yulia, Aglaya, and Katerina would use?

🐿️ anon

Yulia Lyuricheva

Be it her rationality or overthinking to blame, Yulia rarely if ever uses petnames. Skeptic of their nature and sincerity, that they do more harm than good in the long run in any relationship.

What is even a petname if not demeaning by nature? Are you her pet, or are you human? Names tell stories, and you'd forsake yours for an adjective so vague and broad that it could apply to a billion different people?

She understands the purpose they serve, a ritualistic act, a reminder of faithfulness, a not-so-subtle reassuriance that your partner is not upset with you.

But Yulia is nothing if not a hypocrite, and life loves nothing more than making her go against her own ideals time after time.

"Honey." Is a one she starts to pick up after you gave her a side-eye one too many times when crossing path with a lovey-dovey couple showering each other with the most suffocatingly sweet petnames possible.

It sounds out of place within her automatonlike speech, sprinkled at the end of a sentence much like a cigarette smoke in a closed room with nowhere else to go.

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Aglaya Lilich

The classic petnames are timeless in her opinion.

"Sweetheart" is a one she uses in canon, viewing you as the sugary equivalent to her bitter soul. the tenderness to her steel walls.

"Beloved." Is a term she'd never shy away from using around others to make the intimate nature of your relationship very clear. She is upfront with her emotions, direct with her affection.

"My little sun." Is a one you'll scarcely hear despite it being her favourite. It's the term she refers to you with in both her journals and mind.

While not religious, she still heavily dislikes the term angel or any of its petname equivalents; she knows who she works for, they're rotten to the core. All angels are harbingers of doom and blight, another facade much like the kids playing god.

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Katerina Saburova

You get a glimpse of the loving woman she used to be through her choice of endearment terms... before this town twisted her into the broken husk of doll she has become.

"My dear," whispered quietly as she held you through the night, clinging to your arm in fear that the wind might steal you away if she spoke too loud.

"My love," light on her tongue, heavy in the air, she repeats it."My sweet love."

The sweet way "darling" slides off her tongue, full of yearning a if she's missing you before you're even gone.

"My heart" burning with the intensity of a thousand suns yet as quiet as a mouse, spoken like she's entrusting you with a grave secret.

It's not the petname she uses which matter, but the way Katerina grants each word the same reverence reserved for a prayer.

[soapskies]

could I request hcs for arkham city riddler with a s/o who gets easily flustered by flirting and such?

also I love your writing it brightens my day when I see you post <3

CITY RIDDLER WITH AN EASILY-FLUSTERED S/O

MALE READER. SHORT HCS.

— thank you, anon! as do you.

He doesn’t understand how some people can get so blushy

In fact when others do it around him it’s enough to make him roll his eyes

But you’re not just any person, are you?

When you do it, it feeds into his already enormous ego

Of course he would leave you flustered! Call him the Rizzler fr

He’ll turn up the teasing x10

Mostly the degrading kind but take your wins where you can get them

He’ll memorize every sensitive part of you that makes you blush

He mostly sticks with calling you “dear”, because he finds most other terms of endearment cringe

But if “pet” or “good boy” gets you going, he isn’t opposed to it…

He likes to lift your chin with his cane real smooth like

And watch you grow weak in the knees with a conniving smirk on his face

“My dear, you look so good underneath me.”

[erimeows]

Transformers with an S/O who is RIDICULOUSLY affectionate. Kissing every inch of their face and improvising ballads in the gooiest baby voice type of thing

Hey anon! Thanks for the request. I’m going to assume you wanted me to write the TFA variant of Transformers since that’s primarily what I write, but if I’m wrong and you wanted IDW/G1/Bayverse/Prime or something, just let me know and I’ll write a new one when I get the chance. Assume that reader is human. Here's your headcanons <3

Optimus Prime: Doesn’t really know how to handle it when it first starts. It’s not that he doesn’t like it, but he’s spent most of his life being walked all over and rejected by others, so for someone to love him so openly and not be embarrassed about it... Wow. It has him taken aback. Once he gets used to it, he reciprocates, holding your hand all the time and kissing the top of your head every few minutes. Admittedly, you can be very over the top about it in his opinion, but you’re unabashed way of showing how much you love him makes him feel so secure and loved in your relationship that he can’t help but like it regardless of the fire-like blush that takes over his cheeks whenever you sing a love song to him or use the baby voice in front of the other Autobots.

Ratchet: Like Optimus, he doesn’t know how to handle it, but instead of begrudgingly accepting with time it he immediately starts forcing himself to reciprocate. He knows that what you have is special and that no one- bots, cons, or humans- is guaranteed a lot of time, so he shouldn’t mess around with you, especially now that he’s getting older. Eventually he gets as obnoxious as he can about it, always keeping a hand on your back and calling you sweet terms of endearment like “sweetspark” and “dear” in front of everyone else. The other bots don’t comment on it because 1) they’re happy that Ratchet finally has something nice going for him, and 2) they don’t want him to get embarrassed and stop loving on you the way you deserve.

Bumblebee: Openly adores it- and openly adores you. Most would argue that he’s actually worse about the PDA than you are. You keep the other Autobots from recharging at night with your loud compliments and singing to each other, but Bumblebee doesn’t care. One of his favorite things to do is pick you up, spin you around, and hug you as tight as he can without crushing you. 

Bulkhead: Loves it but is also super embarrassed by it, too. He gets super flustered and quiet when you do it whether it’s in front of the other Autobots or in private. He isn’t sure how to reciprocate through music or physical affection or even words, but he’s sure to make you plenty of art pieces to make sure you know that he appreciates you and how much you love him when you could’ve chosen literally anyone else.

Prowl: Isn’t sure how to cope at first because you’re his first relationship and your affection can be very... Intense. He’s never really done this with anyone else and isn’t sure if it’s normal for Cybertronians to be so affectionate with their conjunx, let alone humans to be with their partners. He’s a lot more subtle than you are, keeping a servo on your back or shoulder and sitting super close to you rather than singing you songs or yelling to the rooftops about how much he loves you. Still, he does love you very much and learns to at least accept the affection you offer. 

Sentinel Prime: Pretends that he hates it but actually loves it and will indulge in private. In front of others, he shrugs you off with crossed arms and scolds you for PDA. In private, he follows you around like a lost puppy and whines like one too any time you’re not touching him. His favorite way to be touching you is to be holding you in his arms and have you curled up against his chest so you can hear his spark beat.

Jazz: Doesn’t reciprocate with nearly the same intensity and is a lot more chill, but he loves singing your songs with you. His favorite thing is when you cling to his arm and press a kiss against his shoulder plate, or when you ask to sit on his shoulder plate so you can wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his cheek over and over again in that cute way you do.

Ultra Magnus: He’s one of the only ones that it makes legitimately uncomfortable when you’re in front of others. He thinks it makes him look unprofessional and that it makes the Decepticons and his subordinates alike unable to take him seriously. However, once you’re in private again, he’ll apologize for not taking your affection as openly as he feels he would be able to were it not for his position.

Megatron: Absolutely adores it and has no problem with you doing it in front of other people or mechs- encourages it, even, just to make sure that everyone knows you belong to him. While he’s not quite as goofy and sunshine-esque about it like you are, he has no problem returning your physical affections and offering you the occasional serenade, even if he prefers to shower you in expensive gifts more than anything.

Starscream: Teases you for being so needy and clingy all while hyping up how great he must be to be receiving so much affection, but were you to stop he’d be absolutely heart broken. He’s a huge dick about it. The songs do embarrass him, though, he’s more into the cuddles and kisses aspect of it.

Lugnut: A lot like Bumblebee, he absolutely adores it. The only time he might discourage it would be while he’s busy talking to Megatron about Decepticon-work matters, and even then, it’s hard for him to do. He’s one of the few who find the baby voice to be the cutest most precious thing on the planet, as he asks you to do it unprompted most days.

Blitzwing: It depends on which personality he’s sporting at the moment. Icy begrudgingly accepts the affection but doesn’t reciprocate, Hothead pretends that he hates it but his love for it is very thinly veiled as he’ll claim that he can’t stand it one second only to cling to you the next, and Random 100% is obsessed with it (and with you) to the point where your love songs for him always end up turning to duets and he’ll ditch important Decepticon-work matters just to cuddle you for a little longer.

Blackarachnia: She reacts a lot like Sentinel does despite hating him and everything he is, she’s just not as flustered or angry about it. While she rejects your goofy songs and frequent kisses in front of Autobots and Decepticons alike, she eats it up when the two of you are either in private or in front of people whose opinions she doesn’t care about. However, if someone else has shown interest in you recently or something, she encourages your affections a little more than she normally would to get the point across to whoever it is that you’re taken.

Lockdown: Eh, he doesn’t really care one way or the other. He’s content that you love him so much but he’d be just as content if you expressed it any other way too- gifts, kind words, favors, etc. He does occasionally try to make the effort to initiate physical contact because he knows you like it but he’s always been more into doing favors for his partners to express his affection as the mushy physical affection is a little over the top for him to feel comfortable doing.

Swindle: It’s not really his thing tbh, he’s always preferred receiving gifts (or money) from significant others as a display of their affection. He allows you to do it because he loves you and wants you to be happy, but while he doesn’t hate touch, it certainly isn’t his preference. His favorite part is probably the songs you sing him, which he frequently records without your knowledge. Don’t tell him I told you that lmao.

[sol-saggitarius]

bonsoir, how are you ? well it's my first request if you dont mind, please a fanfiction for vil schoenheit x gender reader (she always had a crush on him but never tell him being afraid of being rejected( he dont knows) and because sometimes she find him a little too mean, yeah it's vil but we still love him ! ❤️), she always takes care of him, and always gets worried about him, she treat him like a mother treats her son but in a good way, ( because she knows he doesn't grown up or know what's the real feeling to have a mother), like she will looking at him with tears in her eyes and puts her hand on his face slowly caress it feeling sad, because her feelings inside was like a war she dont know what to do then cry ( she loves him but cant be with him being afraid of not being happy with him) and you can decide what will happend a good or bad ending (i use she but the reader is gender, because it was more easy to use "she") ( thank you and good luck !! 🙏 💕💗💟)

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x Reader

Genre: slight angst to fluff

Word Count: 3149

Warnings: some slight angst, but worry not it's not too bad! (not proofread)

Author Note: I am doing so fantastic. This is my first ever request and I'm literally jumping on the walls so happy and excited!! I hope that I can live up to your expectations anon! Also sorry it took so long, school got in the way but I hope you enjoy nonethless! &lt;3

Prompt: The reader has a crush on Vil, but is afraid of his rejection thus they hide it away. However, they still care for him and try their best to be by his side whenever he needs it.

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Requests are Open Here!

It’s always been like this. Just you and him, him and you. Friends and nothing more. That’s how you’d always thought it would be. But as fate had it, you just had to fall for him. It wasn’t like you wanted to, but there was just something about him that you couldn’t resist. Was it his personality? His determination and persistence for the utterly beautiful? Or was it his small ways of showing that he cared and wanted the best for you. You really couldn’t tell, but you had surmised that it was most likely all of them. He was beautiful, graceful, ethereal. But, you knew he already knew that. What could you say that he hasn’t heard before from his most devoted fans? Let alone, if you did confess, what would come of it? He’s sure to have had many confessions, yours would only be a small boat in a raging ocean.

One thing was for sure. You two were friends, possibly good ones at that. There were times he’d rely on you for the small things, maybe a small irritation of the day or his job as a model or actor. It was the little things. Despite the friendship you two had, it was rare he ever REALLY opened up to you about his feelings. Yeah, maybe he showed a little more in front of you than anyone else. But you knew that it wasn’t his full self and that bothered you. If you couldn’t be his significant other, then you would want to be there for him as a friend. That’s all you could do.

“So, anything going on today, Vil?” you asked, sitting at his vanity.

“Nothing much to say I suppose. Just the usual antics of Epel and Rook.” he hummed, brushing your hair lightly.

“I see, how are your jobs? Is anyone giving you trouble? I wouldn’t want anyone to be a nuisance to you.” 

“No, everything is fine at work. I love how you always worry about me. If anyone gives me trouble I’d deal with it swiftly, have no fear.” 

“Well of course, we’re friends after all!” you exclaimed.

“Indeed we are. I wouldn’t have it any other way dear.”

You were taken aback. This was the first time he had ever called you dear. Otherwise it was the unfavorable nickname of “potato.” But, you knew that it was more so a term of endearment than an insult, at least now after you’ve gotten to know him and vice versa. Vil had taken notice of your silence, stopping his hand from moving the brush along your hair.

“Is something the matter?”

“Oh- No, it’s nothing. You’ve just never called me that before.” you mumbled, looking away from his reflection within the mirror.

“Call you what? What did I say?” he sounded genuinely confused.

“You really didn’t hear yourself? You called me dear. Usually you call me a potato, if I’m lucky you use my actual name.” “Did I really? Ah, I’m sorry, it must’ve slipped on accident.”

The word stung. An accident. That must mean he really didn’t mean it as anything more. Maybe he calls everyone dear and it just slipped from that. Maybe it was just a general term. You tried to not think much of it, solely because you know that it’ll eat away at your soul for the rest of the week. 

“It’s ok.” you responded, a little dejection in your voice. “Mistakes happen.”

The atmosphere was slightly tense, it was strange. The tension between the two of you had always been decent, sometimes he did get on your nerves with his snide comments, but you knew he didn’t mean it as such. However, this tension just felt, wrong. It was foreign. 

“Well, if you don’t want me to call you dear anymore, just let me know. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He placed the brush back onto the vanity, his manicured hand just making it into your peripheral vision.

“Nono, it didn’t make me uncomfortable, not at all. I just wasn’t expecting it. That’s all. You can call me what you want, just not a potato.” a comical sigh escapes your lips.

“Haha, we’ll see. I think it suits you.” he chuckles.

“Har har so funny.”

It was then the tension vanished. Like it had never been there in the first place. It had caught you off guard that it was hard to get out of your head for the upcoming days. Every time you saw Vil, you felt that strange tension rise throughout your body once again. The way he said “dear” repeating itself in your head. He didn’t seem to show anything though. It could’ve just been you. Maybe he didn’t even feel anything at that moment as you did. It was probably one sided no doubt. 

The next few days went as normal. Classes commenced and work was distributed. Lately the work from your classes had you bogged down, the material being harder to comprehend than the rest. Hence, you had an idea.

“Hey Vil, I had an idea.” you had caught him walking to the mirrors to go back to Pomefiore. “What is it?” 

“I was just thinking we should do a study session together. Some of this work is confusing to me and I thought you could help.”

“Well, I do have some errands I need to run before we can do that. But, it shouldn’t take long. You can wait in the lounge and I’ll come and get you when I come back. How does that sound?”

“Perfect! I’ll be waiting! Just please let me know if you can’t make it. I don’t want to worry about you AND be sitting awkwardly alone in the Pomefiore common room.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine and I’ll let you know.”

You watched as he gave you a small smile, as his blonde locks vanished from your view into the deeper part of the Pomefiore dorm. You sighed as you sat down on the luscious couch, twiddling your thumbs as you waited. Be it patiently one second and impatiently the next. You watched as the residents walked past you, giving you a glance then pretending like you weren’t there. It was normal, at least around there. Time seemed to slip through your fingertips until you finally felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. It was Vil. Did something happen? Is he ok? Were the only thoughts in your head as you hastily unlocked your phone. His text stated that he had gotten caught up in an accident in the lab, so he was going to go clean up. He said to meet him in his room. You did as it said and made your way down the elegantly decorated hallways until you came to his room. You knocked lightly, making sure not to disturb anyone else around. After a few seconds of awkwards silence you hear rustling and a soft “You can enter.” To that, you slowly opened the door and saw Vil sitting in his vanity drying his hair.

“Sorry about the wait. A student used the wrong chemical and caused a mishap in the lab. I had to help clean and reprimand them for being so careless.” His voice sounded a little annoyed.

“No worries! I was more worried about you than anything. I thought something bad happened. As a matter of fact I almost dropped my phone trying to get into it to see your text.” a nervous chuckle escapes your lips.

“Really? What could you have possibly envisioned that made you worry so much about me?” 

“Well, it’s just, anything is possible. You never know what could happen. I just wanted to be ready. I worry about you a lot, you know.” You walked over to him, awkwardly standing by his side.

“That is most definitely true. But no matter what the world throws at me, I will always overcome it.”

“I know you would. Here let me help you.” you proceeded to softly grab the towel from his grip, taking it into your own and lightly drying his hair, “Not that I don’t trust you to dry your own hair but sometimes another set of hands can help get the excess water out. I wouldn’t want you to get sick. It wouldn’t be good for you or your career.” 

“Worry wart.”

“As always.” 

Afterwards, you helped Vil to blow dry his hair and went on to studying. He had helped you out greatly on the material you were struggling with, not to your surprise. It was nice. A nice domestic moment between you two that would forever stay with you. It was times like these that you knew why you fell for him. The times where it’s just you and him, him and you. 

The study session closed up around 8 or so. With the delay you had only gotten in a few hours, but you were most grateful nonetheless for the help. It was late and it was dark, you wondered how you’d get back to Ramshackle. Maybe you’d run into Tsunotaro, who knows.

“I really appreciate your help Vil. You saved me a lot of heartache.”

“No worries, potionoligy is my specialty. I’m actually glad you asked me.”

“Really? Why?”

“Well, I actually wanted to spend some alone time with you. Plus, it showed me that you rely on me and I really like that. I know when it comes down to it, it’s always you listening to my measly little problems. But it’s nice to know that you finally came to me for something.” a smile graced his face.

“O-oh.. Well, of course I relied on you. I knew you were good at it and we’re friends so- I just thought I’d ask and it paid off.” a blush creeps across your cheeks.

“It did, I know you’ll do well on those tests. Good luck dear. I’ll have Rook take you back to Ramshackle, I wouldn’t want you going alone at night like this.”

“Yeah I assumed. Thank you Vil.”

“Of course. You’re very dear to me and I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Y-yeah, ok.”

You then gathered your stuff and made your way towards the lounge. Rook was sitting with Epel, presumably also doing work, and when he saw you his eyes lit up.

“Ah trickster! Are you done studying with Vil?” 

“Yeah, we just finished up. He told me you’d guide me back to Ramshackle.”

“Indeed I will. Come now, let us away into the beautiful night!”

The walk was nice and refreshing. The cold air hitting you just right as you walked alongside Rook. You couldn’t help but think about the last few words that came from Vil’s mouth. How he thinks you’re dear to him, how he called you dear again without a second thought, how you helped to dry his hair. The small intimate moments flowing through your head like a cinema wheel. You were probably blushing. However, it seemed that Rook was pretending not to notice as he made no comments towards it, just a small sly smile. After a bit you and Rook and arrived at Ramshackle, he bid you a goodnight and promised to pass on that you had wished Vil a goodnight. He waved you goodbye and left, his purple robes disappearing into the night.

That night you felt like you couldn’t sleep. The thoughts overflowing your head. You both loved and hated Vil. Not hated in the sense that you despise him, but you hated him because he eluded you. You couldn’t tell if the way he talked to you was as a friend or as something more. You didn’t want to assume but it was really hard to tell and part of you really wanted to believe that it was meant on a more intimate level. But the other part of you felt that it was just the way he talks to friends. There was no way he would ever fall for you. You were just friends and that’s how it should be and how it should stay. You would have this dull aching pain in your chest then the words “Sorry I don’t feel that way about you.” repeat over and over in your head. And that was the nicest rejection your brain let you think. Otherwise it was an onslaught of things that you’d never want to hear from him. You loved Vil, both as a friend and something potentially more. You couldn’t ever fathom impeding that friendly love with your personal feelings. You wanted to keep him in your life and if it meant shoving your feelings down and being just his friend who supports him on the sidelines, you’ll do it.

Eventually you fell asleep, a burning feeling in your heart persisted. The next day everything was the same. Classes and work. However you hadn’t seen Vil at all. Usually you’d pass by him a few times throughout the day, a small smile and wave are exchanged. If you were lucky, some words too. But you didn’t see a single blond lock of his. It was strange. You tried not to worry as you knew nothing would come of it, however, you still couldn’t help it. 

“What if he’s sick…” you mumbled under your breath.

“If who’s sick?” A familiar voice said behind you.

“AH! V-VIL?” you exclaim.

“Yes, that is my name after all.” 

“I-I was just wondering if you were.. Er.. sick. I got worried since I didn’t see you throughout the day.” 

“Always a worrywart. I’m fine. We just happened to miss each other that’s all. It was the timing.”

“I see, I’m sorry I can’t help but worry.”

“I know, I can tell. But, it’s cute.”

“Cute?” you were, once again, caught off guard.

“Yes, very cute. Ah, look at the time, I need to get to my next class. Meet me in the Pomefiore lounge after school. I need to ask you something.”

“Uh, ok? Sure, see you then.”

“See you then.” 

You were left stunned. He called you cute. CUTE. Once again the two sides of you were at war. One side saying it means something more, the other saying it means nothing. A seemingly never ending war. You really wished it would end, you didn’t know if you could take it anymore quite frankly. It was taking a toll on you and you weren’t sure if you could keep up hiding your feelings away before they just exploded out.

After school you sat in the lounge, waiting for Vil to arrive. You were actually only waiting at least 5 minutes until he showed up. Still in his school uniform and all. He slightly perked up seeing you, walking towards you. He gently took your hand and led you towards his room in a somewhat hasty manner.

“Vil what is this about?” you stumbled a slight bit behind him.

“I’ll tell you in a second. Just hold on.”

He let go of your hand, the warmth instantly becoming cold, as he opened his dorm room door. Slowly he leads you in and sits you down on the ottoman seat at the foot of his bed. 

“Is the second ever coming?” you were worried. 

“Yes.” he settled in, taking off his gloves, blazer, and vest. “Alright, I have a question for you.” he then moves to sit next to you.

“Alright?”

“I know this might be a little forward but lately I’ve been thinking. Is there someone you’re interested in?”

“Well you weren’t kidding with being forward.” 

“We’re close right? What’s a little question like this?” a small smirk forming on his face.

“Er- Well you’re right. I mean, I technically do but.. I don’t know if they feel the same.”

“Oh. I see.” He seemed slightly dejected.

“Why do you ask? You were fiddling with your blazer.

“I ask because there’s someone I’ve been eyeing lately. But I wasn’t sure if they were free for the picking per se.”

Your heart dropped.

“I’m sure that they’re available. You should just ask.” “What about you? Why don’t you just confess to the person you’re interested in.”

“Uh…” you looked away from his lavender eyes.

“Exactly. You’re afraid of their rejection. As am I to this one person. Funny how someone as confident as me can cower at the mere thought of rejection.” 

“We’re all human after all. Even the strongest can falter at something like this. But, please. Just take a shot. If you do… I’ll take my shot too. How about that?”

“You make a great proposal. Alright, I suppose I’ll do it.” He gets up, standing in front of you with his hands on his hips.

“Y/N.”

“Yes, that’s me.” You said, mocking him from earlier.

“I think I can see something more than a simple friendship. I love how you worry about me, I love how you treat me like just another person. Not just Vil Schoenheit. But just Vil. I love your friendship, I love how cute you are, I love your personality, I love your everything. Y/N, I love you.”

You were stunned. It felt like the world just stopped. Time stopped moving, nature stopped working, and your body wouldn’t respond to your cries to move, talk, speak, anything. You couldn’t move a single thing at that moment. You swear you forgot how to breathe.

“Are you alright?” a small drip of panic coating his words.

“I-” you manage to stutter out, “I-I um… I’m sorry, please give me a moment.” 

“Yes, of course. Take all the time you need.” He leaves towards his vanity, sitting nervously on the chair.

A few silent moments pass as you recollect your thoughts. You take a deep inhale in and a deep exhale out. 

“Vil.” You said, your voice shaky.

“Yes? What is it?” 

“Promise me this isn’t a dream. Pinch me even. Just please prove to me I’m not being delusional.” 

“You’re not.” he lightly laughed.

“Ok… ok…” you take another deep breath, “Vil, the person I had an interest in was… you. I was just scared that you’d reject me so I tried to push down my feelings and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” You began to tear up. “I’m sorry I was just- just so worried.”

“Y/N, please don’t cry. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that way. I stand by what I said. I love you.” he softly pulled you into a hug.

It was warm and all you could do was cry. You had never thought that someone like Vil Schoenheit would like you. Let alone like you back. It was like a dream you never wanted to wake up from. But, this wasn’t a dream, it was reality. It was real. Vil liked you and you liked him.

You and him. Him and you. Together.

[scarletlizzard]

Needy little things. I suspect that a couple of anons are also commenting on their mains, but I’ll simply rank them based on their emoji interactions. Here’s your list, starting with the nethermost submissive bottoms and working upward:

- Sweet Koala🐨, you are such an ardently willing bottom that you’re practically burrowing underground at this point. Adorable.

- Little Bow🎀, you are very much Pillow Princess energy and I refuse to put you higher out of principle. Despite your recently exercised brattitude, you couldn’t top a pizza.

- Bolty⚡️, whilst your interactions have been few, each has been wildly submissive and well-behaved.

- Pup🐶, a simple thing with simple thoughts: ‘someone put a leash on me’. Very good pet, even if you require a little correction spray first.

- Mousey🐁, again, few interactions to base this off but approximately zero top energy has been exhibited. Pleading for a brat tamer screams bottom.

- Icicle🧊, it is a testament to the bottom energy of this blog that you’re as high up as you are. A bit of bite, but respectful energy, all in all a good, submissive ice cube.

- Lippy🫦, this nickname is half emoji-based term of endearment, half a nod toward your impertinence. Teasing energy, would eagerly bottom, but also I personally believe could top anyone prior on the list. Also could very much power bottom, whereas I’m convinced the rest are submissive.

- Pilferer🦝! (I’m afraid I cannot see raccoons as anything other than swindlers and highwaymen, ready to steal your loose change) - switch energy. A hufflepuff that’s duly respectful to me, but quick to patronise dear Rose. I’m also getting service top vibes (I think a power bottom femme could have you crumbling).

- This bacchanalian bitch🥃 (fondly), honestly you exist in another plane to this list because you are just here for the vibes. Having said that, I’m going for switch vibes again, for no reason other than the excessive use of exclamation marks.

- Quavers🎵, I think that you predominantly top, though I’m unsure as to how you’d fare with some of the more dominant anons on this list. You openly admit that you’re into sharing, and I would imagine you quite like the fact that you don’t have to be the most dominant person in the room. Dom-leaning switch vibes.

- Dolphin🐬, you’re up! The softest of dom vibes, I’m thinking golden retriever aura, lots of check-ins and also potentially younger (solely going off the fratboy energy of starting sentences with ‘bro’). Clearly had a risqué photo but waited for consent, very wholesome, thumbs up to you, my young, toppy friend.

- Pussycat🐈 by name, pussycat by nature. A gentle soft dom, I think actually a stone top, but also a service top with the right person, based on how eager they are to worship.

- Pirate🏴‍☠️, technically speaking I’d say that they’re the most ‘dominant top’. Undecided as to whether they’re the maturest or healthiest, but there we have it. Stop drinking and driving.

And there we have it. All said tongue-in-cheek and very much subjective based off a handful of vicarious interactions, so nothing serious here, sweet anons.

-🫖

For everyone I suppose

[aemondsbabygirl]

im kinda sad if ewan is gay

ok im putting this under the cut

My dear anon, first of all: no one knows what his orientation is. Secondly: I'm going to say this with nothing but love: you are too invested in a stranger. Ewan Mitchell is a stranger. He doesn't know you, or me, or anyone here. And you do not know him either. I am not saying this to hurt your feelings, I'm saying to help you realize that your feelings are misplaced and unhealthy. I know we blog here as if he's our babygirl because we love him (his acting, his persona...), it's a term of endearment, but it doesn't entitle us to his private life.

It is something to appreciate his art, and have meltdowns on a blog about his looks. But it is something else entirely, to project yourself or your ideas on him. You have imagined a personality for him, an ideal, something that fits your preferences, someone that, maybe, he is not. For example, you should not feel sad because he doesn't like your favourite band.

If you want my advice, you should take a step back from the actor, focus on enjoying his characters and his work. Things like his sexual orientation, his relationship status, his religion, his political views, whatever; should not matter to you or to anyone (unless he says some problematic shit, but that's not the case here).

Again, I know nothing about his orientation, nor do I wish to know. I am happy if he is happy. You should be too, whatever he's attracted to. It would be good to re evaluate your feelings about an actor none of us know personally. I'm giving you a hug and I hope you manage to take some distance and not let trivial things like this make you sad.

[uroboros-if]

Heyo! Was wondering how the ROs felt about nicknames/pet names and if they are fond of any particular nicknames/pet names.

P. S. Sorry if this was asked before. I can't find one like this but then again my tumblr has been acting up lately.

P. S. S. Whenever I listen to a song (When The Sun Loves The Moon), I just can't help but think of this IF <3

UGHH I forgot to post this yesterday!

SALVATORE. I think they'd be absolutely ecstatic about nicknames. Their nicknames are probably super cheesy and over-the-top ones like, "my love", "my sun," "my star", or "my life." They would be particularly delighted if you call them something similar, but honestly, they'd swoon over any cute endearment.

LUCIEL. They wouldn't know what to think of it at first. They'd probably be slightly confused or surprised at first to know what to feel about it. However, it doesn't feel... bad. They'd let you call them anything, and they'd eventually warm up. It's actually really nice. It makes them feel warm. They'd stick to the classics of "dear" or "beloved." They'd feel happy if the MC said something similar, but if it was over-the-top, they'd feel a little flustered, but they'd still be just as happy!

CIOCANA. They'd gasp if you proposed to call them nicknames, or if you start calling them as such out of the blue. "MC!" they'd exclaim, sidling up to you and grinning. "Did you call me that?" They'd most definitely use them, probably things like "dear" or "sweetheart," or even some equivalent of "babe." If you challenged them to say the cheesiest pet names, though, they'd most certainly go to town with it! Just don't call them that in public -- they get a little shocked and flustered. Do you... really want to call attention to their association with Ciocana that badly? (They're very pleased with that.)

ALESSI. Gets all dopey smiley about nicknames. They'd ask you what you want to be called, and even if you say something as a joke or something seemingly stupid, maybe they'd laugh a little, but they'd take it to heart and most definitely call you that sincerely. Even something like "sugar-butt." Don't test Alessi's determination and just how seriously they take things!

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These would all be true for platonic partners as well (except love is meant platonically), but if you prefer more friendly terms, like "beautiful," "partner," or even just a simple "my friend," they'd all be equally be up to that!

P.S. No worries at all ❤️❤️ don't think I've gotten too popular to get repeat asks, and it's such a sweet ask and I'm glad you asked!

P.S.S. I just listened to it and omg..... you're right. Your mind, Anon, it amazes me sometimes. My partner in particular loves Reinaeiry's stuff!! I'm super honored you think of this IF, that makes me so giddy <3<3 djdkjd

Thank you so much for the ask! ✨