#just admit you don't know how to read and move on

[mause-is-a-mess]

The thing about bullshitting is if you break it down to its core, it's just the skill of making logical connections. Which is so exceptionally important in life and it astounds me how many people have not developed this skill.

Every place I've worked at, there have been things asked of me that I don't know. And even tho it'd be way easier for me to just say idk and move on I'm not that kind of person, and it's much more interesting to figure out the problem instead. And to me, the reason I can turn around and do this on a dime is because I learned those skills from problem solving putting together last minute homework

Is the strain that school puts on students healthy? No. Do I miss pulling crazy all nighters to finish assignments I procrastinated? Absolutely not. But from the bottom of my heart, don't use genAI to solve the problem. It won't, it will just make it a bigger problem for you in the future.

It's worth sitting down and doing the work, it builds skills that are invaluable down the line.

(also I admit not all bullshitting is logical connections, sometimes good ol' classic bullshitting is necessary lol. It's just a connection I made reading this post)

[midnightloversmusic]

Hey, I read your virgin James x reader. I really liked it and I was wondering if you would write the opposite?

Like reader who's has no experience and James offers to be their first time and its all super sweet and loving.

thank you for the request lovely :) cw: smut, loss of virginity

James Potter x Fem!Reader 1.1k words

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"Love, this isn't going to work if you keep tensing up" James' voice is soft but his words are slightly exasperated,

"Sorry" slips out of your mouth as you move your hands to cover your eyes

James tsks, "nothin' to be sorry for angel, just don't want it to hurt for you" he says as his had runs comfortingly up and down your thigh.

he's currently between your spread legs, one hand holding onto himself at your entrance and the other trying to calm you down.

you take a deep breath

"we don't have to do this if you aren't ready-"

"I'm ready!" comes out of your mouth so fast it makes James chuckle. The truth is you wouldn't rather be doing this with anyone else. you know James will be gentle with you. He wouldn't hurt you, not on purpose, he wouldn't forgive himself.

He reaches his hand that was stroking your thigh to pull your hands from your face

"Would you stop hiding, please?"

you peer up at him and his expression is soft, loving almost in more than a friend way, which is just preposterous because he's only doing you a favor by taking your virginity. You had been talking to him about how frustrated you were, how everyone else talks to you about their sex life and you can't relate to them or give them any advise because you'd never experienced it.

James, sweet as always, listened to everything you were saying with his doe eyes practically dripping with sincerity.

You had admitted how you felt like something was wrong with you. Because why else would you not have done it already? James did not approve.

he shook his head and said a bunch of comforting words that all blurred together and were forgotten when he said "I could do it"

you thought he was joking at first.

But one look at his expression told you the opposite.

James had never gotten into details about his sex life with you before, but you always assumed that he was some sort of sex god, not that you thought about him having sex, okay maybe you thought about it once, okay so you thought about it more than you'd like to admit, which is why him asking you to have sex with him when he knows you are a virgin kind of turned your brain into mush.

You don't remember much after that, a quick conversation, tentative and soft touches, a slow kiss, a faster kiss, a very heated kiss, getting carried to the bedroom, him laying you down on your bed, slowly slipping out of your clothes in between kisses.

and now you're here.

breathe

He's still looking at you with that soft expression and it helps you calm down a bit it's just James.

you feel your muscles relax as your nerves lessen,

James beams "Atta girl"

he gives you a quick peck and resumes his previous position. As he lines himself up you distract yourself by running your eyes across his abs, memorizing every curve of muscle, every blemish on his skin, every mark, and then he slide in.

It's only the tip at first, but you still suck in a breath and close your eyes.

It doesn't hurt, but the feeling is still odd and new

You look up at James as he takes a shakey inhale and breathes out an "Okay?"

you nod your head and reach for his hand holding your thigh

"you can do a little more, I think I can take it"

James studies your face, when he shows no trace of hesitance he moves in a bit more

the stretch of him burns, but when he brings his hand down to your clit and starts to rub lazy circles the pleasure starts to outweigh the initial discomfort.

"You feel so lovely, you have no idea y/n" James lets out as his gaze is stuck on your pussy making you suddenly shy which is comical considering he's inside of you,

"James-"

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, love. No idea how happy I am that I'm going to be the one to make you fall apart"

his finger speeds up its circles and he inches himself deeper into you, making you forget any response you had been building. Your strangled cry of his name is now pleading instead of shy

you watch as his abs twitch as he bottoms out and you are a mess.

"James please, please. Please. I need more- I need you to move, I-"

he shushes you and slowly moves his hips back, pulling out all the way to his tip before sliding back in and you are on cloud nine.

Both of you moans and whines blend together, he moves so he is practically laying on top of you.You wrap your legs around his back and he slides even deeper inside you. You steal a few kisses from him, they are messy and uncoordinated, the two of you lost in pleasure. As he continues you are just moaning into each others mouths.

Then the feelings start to overwhelm you, he fits perfectly inside you, he's so deep, his movements on your clit are dizzying. You feel like you're drowning, gasping for air. Your fingers reach his back and your nails dig in as a wave of pleasure rolls over you pulling both you and James under.

your head feels pleasantly fuzzy as you listen to James catch his breath on top of you.

"you did so well for me m'love" he mumbles into your neck as he kiss his way down your chest and back up to your face. he kisses your cheek, your chin, your head, nose, mouth, until you're lost in a dazey fit of giggles.

"I hope I lived up to any previous expectations?" James questions as he lifts his head and rests on his elbows to look down at you.

"Lived up to? James I'm not sure I even remember my expectations after that. I think you've ruined me for life, nothings ever going to even come close to that."

James snorts, "That was my evil plan"

"There is not an evil bone in your body, James"

he smiles at you, "You ready for me to pull out love?"

you hesitate a second,

"It shouldn't hurt, but it might be a bit uncomfortable"

you nod your head and he kisses your cheek before reaching down to guide himself out. He was right, it was slightly uncomfortable but not too bad.

you watch him slip the condom off and tie it before chucking it in the bin beside your bed. He then gets up and returns with a cloth to clean you up. His movements are tender and filled with love.

you really do believe you're fucked now, James Potter has quite literally ruined you for anyone else.

[luvbugwriting]

Hidden in the Rainfall

Starring: Photographer!Reader and Racer!Rafe

Warnings: Swearing, very brief mention of childhood trauma

A/N: Sorry for the late post! I'm try to post within a week, just busy :(. Also, lots of Outsiders references. Dallas is Dally's full name if you don't know

Three. Four. Five.

Rafe followed you outside not thirty seconds after you left. "You don't have your camera with you."

You glanced at him from your phone, debating whether or not to get an uber. Your apartment was on the outskirts of the town. Not close enough to be considered part of the Cut, but not far enough to be considered anything else. It was sort of a grey area. You didn't have a car and a mile and a half was a long way to walk, but you needed the money more than you'd like to admit. "Observant, are we?" You muttered.

An easy smile fell on his mouth. "You looked pretty freaked out in there. You in some kinda trouble or something?"

"No. What do you care?"

"Call me curious, Cherry."

Your fingers paused. "What?"

"Outsiders. You insulted me and I called you the soc. Cherry."

Your eyes narrowed as you looked up at him, and you opened your mouth to give a retort—but there was that look again. That faint glint in his eyes, the pull of his lip. The look you knew meant he thought he knew something because your father had got the same look right before every big fight. Only Rafe's weren't as dangerous as your father's had been. His eyes had that same glint when he analyzed you in the cafe just minutes before, when his eyes ran over you when you met in the parking lot for the first time. He thinks he knows something and he doesn't. But you do. You know what someone whose grown up constantly reading other people like books, like warning signs, looked like.

Even if you are giving him more credit than what's deserved, maybe he knows to recognize the tells of people like you do. Maybe he knows how to spot the weaknesses, the flaws. Maybe he knows that the defiant raise of your chin, the now-crossed arms, the hair you'd taken out of your claw clip was all a show. Just like you know that the easy grin was practiced in front of a mirror for hours; the unkempt hair was like that not because he didn't care, but because he had ran a his fingers through it one too many times; the impossibly relaxed set of his shoulders was to hide the tension, the anger, beneath his skin.

And if he does know all that, then he can use that to his advantage and fuck everything you've done to build this life. But then, so could you. Even if this is uncharted territory, the game of chameleon is far from that. Rafe hasn't been playing the game as long as you have. He's trying too hard for that, and his tells are more pronounced. He thinks his moves are offensive, thinks he's one move away from the checkmate of your king, but his moves are sloppy. He's not thinking of the next when he makes his current move. He has the luxury of focusing on the here and now and letting the future remain undecided.

You do not, which is why you're choosing to walk to your apartment. Why your probably going to hate yourself even more for whatever you do tonight to get the money you need for that camera.

You hated that he saw through you, and so quickly too. You'd interacted three times and he was acting like he knew you. He saw through your carefully curated persona like it was see-through. Like it was easy. You loathed him for that. But the little voice in your head, the little voice everyone had, just wondered if he saw through you, would he want to be anywhere near you?

And you knew that was dumb, because you'd only met a total of thrice instances. Because no one wanted to be anywhere near you, not really, and especially not after they saw you for who you really are. Fuck, even your own parents didn't. They hadn't even blinked when you moved out. No calls, no texts, no nothing. Not even a goodbye.

But, you gave him the same clipped smile you'd given Linda and said with a saccharine voice, "Thought I was the journalist, Dally."

He smiled again and you knew you'd been right. He didn't see through you completely. He'd picked out a few tells, but he didn't see nearly as much as he thought he did. "And I thought I was the greaser."

Your expression didn't change, shoulders shrugging. "I'll see you tomorrow, Dally."

"Let me walk you to your car."

You clucked your tongue, offering a polite smile instead of the clipped one. "How chivalrous, but really not necessary."

His next smile was simply patronizing. "Oh, c'mon, Cher."

You clenched your jaw, avoiding eye contact and re-crossing your arms. "I..." You sighed, and muttered with a clenched jaw, "I don't have a car."

He blinked and paused, titling his head. He lost the smile. "So, what, you walked?"

"I got an Uber." You said softly, and Rafe's eyebrows furrowed further.

"You got another one coming?

God, you sounded so pathetic but for some reason you just didn't feel like lying. "No."

"Let me give you a ride then."

Your eyes went wide, but you scoffed in a futile effort to disguise the surprise on your face. "What? No. No, it-it's fine. That's nice, but it's fine."

"I insist."

You stared him.

He stared back.

"No."

"Yes."

Your hand came up to rub at your temple and he smirked, knowing he'd won. "Just get on behind me, journalist. You can take the helmet."

You clenched your jaw. "Not a journalist."

He smiled again, less so than before but still very much patronizing. "And I'm not a greaser."

Your eyes narrowed and, with as much annoyance as you could muster, you sighed in defeat, looking away and grumbling, "Just show me the damn bike, Dally."

By the time you made it there, you arms were tight around Rafe's torso—which, much to your dismay, happened to be extremely muscled and very sturdy. The stupid descriptions of men in romance novels who are a 'brick wall of muscle'? That's exactly how you would describe it.

Nonetheless, he brought you home without any incident, though you could have sworn he drove a little too fast just to freak you out.

You peeled yourself off his back, slightly surprised by how tight you'd been holding onto him, and stood. You didn't know why he'd driven you home, why he reached back a few times to make sure you were still okay. And you especially didn't know why he stood and grabbed your neck with surprising gentleness. You flinched and he gave you a look, finger brushing over your jawline. You jerked back.

"Rafe—what are you-"

"You don't gotta be so freaked out, Cher. Just helping you with the helmet," His hand found your neck again, and the other undid the clasp. He pulled it off and looked down at your hair. "Cute."

Your eyes narrowed, hands flying up to smooth out the flyaways. "Shut up. And don't grab me."

He smirked and looked up at the apartment building. "You live... here?"

You glared up at him. "Yes, Rafe Cameron, I do live here."

He inhaled, raising his hands again. "Full name, huh? You must be real mad at somethin'. Don't know what though. I mean, I did give you a ride home."

You ground your teeth. He's being nice and you didn't like it. "Just..." You sighed, looking away and running a hand through your hair. "What do you want from me?"

His hands fell and his brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you drove me home and you're being weirdly nice for no reason. I don't have any money."

Rafe paused. "I don't want anything. I was just giving you a ride home because that's a lot way to walk." He looked up at the apartment again. "Wasn't there a robbery here or somethin'?"

Your nails dug into your palms. "Yep."

"Do you know who got robbed? I bet it was one of the damn pogues who did it."

You chewed your lip. Of course he'd blame the pogues. Every entitled kook did. All Rafe is doing is just confirming your already set beliefs that he's like all the other kooks on this goddamn island. Only... he had been nice to you. He'd given you a ride home and said he didn't want anything in return. But that had to be a lie. There's no way it's not. No one does anything just to be 'nice'. That's a luxury for the rich and well off. "They don't know who did it and surveillance didn't capture anything."

"What'd they take?"

When you answered his question truthfully and told him they'd taken your camera and tripod (the only at least somewhat expensive things in sight, being as you didn't unpack anything), and they'd gotten in through a window that wasn't locked, his head had whipped to you.

"You got robbed?" But even though the end of the sentence went up like a question usually did, the way he said it made it sound more statement that ask.

"That's what I said, isn't it, Dallas?"

His jaw clenched. "They took your camera?"

"Mhm. Do keep up."

"You gotta backup or somethin'?

Your brows furrowed and your voice raised. "How rich do you think I am? No, I don't have a fucking back up camera. I got mine at a pawn shop. It was used and barely working. It's a goddamn miracle it still worked by the time some asshole stole it."

"How're you gonna be my little photographer if you don't have a camera?"

You blinked, a lot more irritated now than you'd been before. God he's so fucking patronizing. 'Little photographer' he'd said. 'My little photographer'. Fuck, that made your blood boil. "I don't know, Rafe, I'll figure it out." Your words were over pronounced now, like they always were when you were pissed off. Like you were drawing out every syllable. "I appreciate you giving me a ride, but I don't owe you anything. So if you don't mind, kindly fuck off."

Rafe just stared at you. God, he was so patronizing.

"Did you hear me? I said fuck off, okay? Leave." You repeated, pain shooting through your arm as your nail broke the skin of your palms. You relished that feeling.

"Linda won't lend you out any gear."

You started at him this time, eyes wide and anger pulsing beneath your skin. His eyes met yours, never having quite left, and you were surprised to find that as irritated and annoyed as he looked, he hadn't taken a step towards you.

Then you spun on your heel and marched into the apartment building, taking the stairs because the elevator was broken and had been for at least half a year, according to the neighbors.

taglist: @rafessbaby

[ameliahiatt]

Though Molly knows Metzli is teasing, she can't help but widen her eyes. "Oh no!" She says, shaking her head but still grinning. "No I need to be here for a few more years before that secret comes out! I can put out fires related to the smoking during Storytime allegation, no pun intended, because.. well, people can see that I don't smoke." she explains innocently. "Learning that I might not have actually read a book while I'm talking as if I had read the book would ruin me!" There's a bit of a dramatic flair added to her last couple of words and she allows her shoulders to fall.

"Tracing feels like less of an offence to me." There's no reason for Molly to push the matter - she knows it's a bit and damnit does it still reel her in. "I think tracing can help you learn lines and how they move. Getting out of reading is just lazy, but only when I do it. I wouldn't fault someone else for admitting to doing so." Her therapist has got to be cringing somewhere far away from here and has no idea why. She's worked on this with Molly on more than one occasion.

"And I love graphic novels." Her eyes seem to sparkle like the lights in the night, you'd think Metzli had just offered her a million dollars. Roger hated graphic novels and wasn't a big fan of audiobooks until one existed that was a reading of his own novel. She was sure he hadn't actually listened to it, though. Asshole. Anyway - what was that last thing Metzli said? They liked listening to her?

Molly shifts slightly, sinking back against the couch at an angle, facing Metzli. And she's smiling at them and humming softly as if she's the luckiest woman in the world, because in this moment it feels true. "I wouldn't be mad if you decided to take a little nap." Her eyes wander over them gently, studying their features now, drinking in how relaxed they are here on her couch, in her home. This feeling didn't seem possible. "I'd stay, right here." She'd hold them for as long they wanted. She did have a book within arms reach, she could occupy herself and stay alert for dinner watch.

"A librarian that sometimes struggles to read? Now that's something to tell the journal." Metzli teases, adding a kiss to her temple as she continues to explain.

The move is long forgotten at that point, and Metzli starts to wonder if that was the plan all along. With Molly's propensity for endless conversation, they wouldn't put it past it, but they enjoy it. Love it, even. Especially because they're learning more about the person that's taken over their three-quarters of their thoughts. And now they can tease her again.

"Okay, scratch that. The cliff notes secret is definitely better. I can see the headline now." There's a playful smirk plastered across their lips, and the can't keep the bit up long enough to seem genuine in their so-called threat.

"Look, sometimes I trace things I can't quite render on my own. We all have our secrets." Though they're not sure if theirs is quite as juicy. Hardly anyone knows who they are, and part of the embarrassment of a rumor spreading is people you know finding out. Metzli supposes they're lucky in that aspect, even if the loneliness eats at them most days.

"I think more adult books should have more pictures, honestly. Can't read normal books, but I do have a collection of graphic novels. Now, those I can finish." Metzli smiles, gently laying their head against the backrest, eyes heavier than they were a minute ago. They keep Molly's hand in theirs, soothed by how safe the warmth makes them feel. Somehow, Metzli manages to stay awake, and they can't help but continue to smile while Molly talks.

"I like listening to you," They mumble sleepily. "Promise me looking tired has more to do with how nice it is to be with you than it does with actual sleepiness."

[elrxiel]

each time a G/wynriel says "Elriels wants Elain to be Gwyn so bad!" I lose another braincell trying to understand how someone can be so delusional and absolutely blind to canon sequences repeated over and over by multiple characters, yet so passionate in looking for clues between the lines (which in most cases, are simply not there, dare I say) and twisting the most obvious scenes to fit their narrative

we're all entitled to our own opinions and preferences but I simply cannot take them seriously when all I see are those opinions absolutely misreading canon text and giving characters qualities they do not possess - or trying to take away the ones they do - because they do not suit some wild theories which have no reasonable grounds to back them up

if you fail to understand Elain's character, qualities and background even if it's stated blankly in the books, that's on you I guess, but don't embarrass yourself saying anyone would like Elain to be Gwyn - I can assure you that while most of Elriels like or even adore Gwyn's character and the others are neutral towards her, all of us here writing about Elain are here for her exactly how she is being portrayed throughout the whole series

we love her exactly how she is and frankly, none of us has to take away anything from other characters

maybe before stating something so profoundly stupid, take a look in the mirror and look up the word "hypocrisy" first

[achillesuwu]

THERE IS ONLY ONE FIC TAGGED "OLD GWEN"!?!?!!

Well

Time to make my own food.

GWEN IS GOING TO BE OLD (well at least in mind, I'm not bringing her back so she can die after walking 2 second lol) IN MY POST RETURN FIC JUST WATCH ME 🫵 SHE IS 80 AND LIVED A LONG LIFE. SHE IS GOING TO LOOK AT ARTHUR AND ELYAN WITH SUCH AN OLD GRIEF. SHE IS GOING TO MEET HER GREAT GREAT GREAT... GRAND KID!!!!

[cripplecryptid]

Queer people throwing other queer ppl under the bus is so fucking insidious. Oh you're one of the good ones? Because you try to fit in and your goal is to just be normal? Unlike this other person who proudly wears their differences on their sleeve? Incredible. Someone call the president. Maybe we'll get to see how you're seen as just as much of a freak as the rest of us and how much you've betrayed yourself for fuck all

[fuzziemutt]

I wish I was like a god at cars and just able to fix that shit in my yard with ease and say yeah the shitbox 4th plug just needs a bit more elbow grease but I ain't letting this fucker die yet, yet here I am kicking its damn stationary wheel for the 50th time

[jov1ii]

Sleepy Mornings

♡⃕.pairing: Husband!Salesman x Wife!Reader

♡⃕summary: a sleepy morning with your husband.

♡⃕.a/n: am I the only one who thinks he would be a super sweet husband?😭

The marriage you had with him was not one you had originally wanted for yourself. You always wanted something... slow. You always imagined yourself to marry your high-school sweetheart but when your father arranged a marriage with him, could you really deny it? For love bloomed from even the thorniest of gardens.

He was away most of the time— doing whatever he did to earn a living. But that did not mean that he was one who shyed away when it came to showing you the affection you deserved.

He would slip under the duvet whenever he'd find you alone, lying on his bed. Then he would plant gentle kisses on your shoulder, knowing that you weren't sleeping.

Even though the marriage was arranged, falling in love was inevitable.

He never wanted to feel emotions, but there he was, burying his face in your neck.

As the morning sun streamed through the windows, you found yourself enveloped in the warmth and comfort of his embrace. His strong arms held you close, and the steady rhythm of his breathing against your skin created a soothing lull.

"Don't move." He grunted, his chest pressed against your back, his lips caressing the crook of your neck.

"You're not going to work today?" You ask and his grip around you tightened.

He nuzzles his nose into your neck, closing his eyes. "No." He murmurs, his voice hoarse due to sleep. He holds you closer to his body, not ready to let you go.

He loved your skin. The way it felt under his fingertips, when he held your hand, caressing your fingers, or when you moved underneath him.

His nose was buried in your neck, a place that smelled like you, that smelled like home.

As you tried to get up again, he protested again. A low grumble leaves his lips, a rumble that sounds almost like a growl. "I told you to not move." He says.

"And why is that?" You ask, smiling to yourself. Your hand finds its way to his much larger ones, covering them.

"Because I want to have a morning in bed with my wife." He murmurs, his breath brushing against your skin.

He hated to admit it, but he needed you — and he didn't want to be away from you.

He loved your curves, the way your body arched under his touch whenever you were beneath him, how your body felt against his.

He kisses your shoulder, your neck, and a shiver shoots down your spine, making your heart skip a beat.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck once more, inhaling your scent deeply. He loves that smell. Your smell.

You smiled, giving in to his pleading. You knew you wouldn't be able to leave with him practically glued to you.

You turned your face so that you could look at him. He was pouting as usual, looking so damn adorable that you wanted to kiss the pout away.

"Don't smile at me like that." The man muttered, as if reading your mind.

He held you tightly against his chest, as if worried you might slip away if he loosened his grip even a little.

His eyes were still closed, but you could feel his fingers tracing patterns lazily on your skin.

And just like that, you knew that he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

[plethorawrites]

So, we all know Jason Todd would spoil the hell out of you, right? He'd know every detail, remember every important date, always do anything to make you feel special and wanted. The compliments would never stop, the random gifts always showed up, the physical affection never dwindled.

You loved it and he loved that you loved it.

But it was so normal (not to say it went unappreciated) that you almost didn't realize how lacking your own gestures were. Jason doesn't notice either, obviously.

However, he certainly starts to when instead of blowing a kiss to him from the couch when he leaves or comes home, you start getting up and draping your arms around him, kissing his cheek and lips. He'd never fault you for falling asleep when he's out on patrol in the middle of the night but feels a sense of warmth wash over him when you start leaving notes on his side of the bed telling him you missed him, or hope he was safe.

(+Bonus points if you told him his favorite food was waiting in the kitchen if he was hungry.)

You always match his energy when it comes to physical affection, holding him right back when he wraps his arms around you from behind or wrapping your legs around him while he holds you during the night, but realizing you almost never initiate it makes you reevaluate.

He notices, obviously, when you start asking him to join you in the shower or begin tugging him into your lap until his head is resting on your thighs and you can play with his hair. When you start smoothing out the few wrinkles on his shirt for him, or kissing his shoulder from behind while he works, sliding him a snack and telling him to eat.

It eventually all comes to a head when he's reading and you randomly start massaging his shoulders out of nowhere. Not that it doesn't feel good, because he always loves your soft hands on him, but he starts asking why you've been so affectionate lately you have no choice but to admit that you feel like you've been taking advantage of him.

"I never seem to give you the same kind of attention you give me," you confess, your hands softly kneading at the knots in his neck as he reads.

His head turns, one of his hands covering yours to get you to stop. "Is that what you think?" He asks, his voice much quieter, almost disappointed when you nod. He sets his book down on the table, dragging you around the chair and into his lap. "I give you attention because I like to," he explains, stroking your hair. "I don't need you to fawn over my every move."

You were his partner, not his parent. He didn't need to be watched over or fed and worried about to the extent you'd started leaning into. He needed your love, your support, your respect. Your honesty, kindness, compassion. Your smile, your laugh, your kisses. You, as you. His best friend and the love of his life.

Your lips pull into a tight line, arms wrapping around his neck. "You don't feel neglected?"

He almost laughs, shaking his head. "No," he states. "Never. I feel grateful as hell that you love me despite my past." He fusses with your hair for another moment before cupping your face. "I like showing you how much you mean to me."

You press your forehead against his. "I just don't ever want you to think you don't mean the same to me," you tell him, your voice barely above a whisper. You had always had a similar problem to him, struggling to accept love, let alone show it. He knew that.

His lips pull into a small smile. "I know. Believe me I know," he replies. "You don't need to follow me to the door every day or rub my shoulders for me to know you love me." He pauses for a moment, his voice getting a bit more playful. "But if you want to keep inviting me into the shower I won't complain."

[ordinary-barbie]

warm enough for you outside, baby (tell me if it's warm enough here for you)

summary: Rafe is sick of watching you hopelessly pine for another guy, so he decides to take matters into his own hands.

word count: 2.2k

tags: mean!rafe, rafe is lowkey jealous, unrequited love, enemies (sort of) to lovers, pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart), au where jj is a kook, jj x kiara mentions, everyone is about 21 here, unprotected p in v, oral (fem receiving), fingering, mention of reader having periods, insecure!reader, creampie

note: title comes from Drew Barrymore by SZA!

Smut incoming under the cut—18+ only! Minors DNI!

You honestly made Rafe sick.

Every party, it was the same shit: you'd follow Jackson Genrette like a puppy, lapping up any crumbs of attention he gave you. Rafe thought things would be different once JJ started dating Kiara Carrera, but somehow, you got even worse. You'd show up to parties with friends but send him longing looks the entire time, as if Genrette could read your mind and run into your arms.

Rafe clenched his jaw as he watched you watching JJ and Kiara. The two of them were cuddled on the couch, Kiara's head thrown back in laughter as JJ whispered something into her ear. Did you seriously not see how pathetic it was to pine over someone interested in somebody else?

Rafe got up, ignoring the eager looks other Kook girls were sending him, and sidled up to you. You had absconded to an abandoned living room corner, gripping a cup of punch in your hand as you stared longingly at your crush and his girlfriend.

"You know he's never gonna look at you like that, right?" Rafe blurted, startling you. You turned to Rafe, frowning.

"You don't know what you're talking about," you muttered, trying to keep your composure.

Rafe snorted. "Princess, come on. You've been giving him the same 'fuck me' puppy dog eyes since high school. Just face it—he's not into you."

You huffed, scowling at Rafe. "You're such an asshole."

"So I've been told," Rafe replied, smirking at you.

"I honestly don't know why I can't get over him," you admitted, your lip wobbling. "He's just so...nice. And funny. It hurts that he only sees me as a friend."

Rafe couldn't help but feel a little bad for you, but a bigger part of him was so done with the moping over fucking Genrette of all people. Not like he was doing the same towards you, yearning from afar. That was totally different, obviously.

"Well, you know what they say—the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else," Rafe casually replied, his grin turning downright lecherous. You gulped, that smile sending a bolt of lightning straight to your core.

You rolled your eyes. "What are you even talking about, Cameron?"

Rafe chuckled. "I mean, why waste your time simping over Genrette when you have other options?"

You froze, not knowing what to say. Was Rafe Cameron, of all people, offering to hook up with you?

"If this is some weird pity fuck, you can forget it," you snapped. "I don't need you feeling sorry for me."

Rafe's smile grew lopsided. "Is it really that unbelievable that I would want to hook up with you, princess?"

You shrugged, fixing Rafe with a deadpan stare. "A little bit, yeah."

Rafe tsked at you, shaking his head. "You've been spending so much time making goo-goo eyes at him that you can't even see what's right in front of you, huh?"

He moved closer to you, brushing his lips against your ear. "Let me make you feel good," he murmured.

Your heart was racing. You got a whiff of his scent—an earthy, musky scent that made you want to bury your head in the side of his neck and inhale. You thought Rafe was cute—he may be a bit of a prick, but you had eyes, after all—but never would've imagined talking to him, let alone being with him in that way.

Fuck it. The boy you'd been crushing on since ninth grade would never return your affections, and at least Rafe was showing you some interest. You quickly downed your punch, letting the red solo cup drop to the ground with a thud.

"Make me feel good then," you said breathily, staring deeply into Rafe's eyes.

Rafe let out a low groan. "You're fuckin' killing me, sweetheart," he mumbled, before grabbing your hand and quickly leading you up the stairs of whatever Kook's house this was.

-

Rafe found a random room and kicked the door open before quickly locking it behind you. You wanted to look at the decor, but Rafe's lips were on yours before you could scope out the place. You supposed it didn't matter anyway, since Rafe would have you buried into the mattress soon enough.

You looped your arms around Rafe's neck, timidly kissing him back. You hadn't had much kissing experience besides the odd game of Truth or Dare or Seven Minutes in Heaven at a party, so you were a tad nervous. But then Rafe lightly bit your lip, enjoying your soft moan before sliding his tongue inside, and you found yourself passionately kissing him back.

"Take this off. Now," Rafe commanded, tugging at the hem of your blue sundress. You readily obliged, stripping down to just your underwear.

Rafe looked at you hungrily, eyeing your chest. "Fuckin perfect," he rasped. "Can't believe you've been hiding these tits from me."

He easily picked you up and threw you on the bed, shedding himself of his clothes save for his Calvin Klein boxers. Rafe climbed on top of you, burying his face in your chest and nipping at your breasts. You whimpered, which seemed to spur him on more as he soothed the bites with kisses.

He continued leaving a trail of kisses down your body until he reached your thighs. "Open up for me, princess," he murmured, running his fingers down your legs.

You tried to protest. "Rafe, I haven't shaved—"

"I don't give a shit. Lemme eat you out," Rafe demanded, his pupils blown out with lust.

You complied, spreading your legs open for Rafe. He pushed your panties to the side easily settled into his new position between your thighs, diving into your cunt like a starved man. He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking it with a fervor that made you loudly gasp, bucking your hips.

"You're not going anywhere, sweetheart—you taste too fuckin good," Rafe mumbled, pinning your hips down with both hands. He flattened his tongue, lapping at your folds before lazily licking your clit. You whined, feeling a white-hot pressure down in your gut.

You felt Rafe's smirk against your inner thighs. "Gonna cum for me already?"

"Uh huh," you mumbled, too caught up in your pleasure to form a coherent response.

Rafe slid one of his hands down to your clit, pressing down on it and rubbing circles on it with your thumb. You moaned, arching your back off the bed and clenching your thighs around Rafe's head as you came undone for him.

Rafe removed himself from your cunt and sat back, licking his lips. "Goddamn, baby. Genrette is a fucking moron to miss out on this."

You looked up at Rafe, your eyes instantly drawn to the straining erection in his black briefs. "See something you like?" he asked cockily.

Your cheeks grew warm. "I mean—I guess so," you bashfully replied

Rafe chuckled lowly. "You're so shy, princess. It's adorable."

You rolled your eyes. "Just—are you gonna fuck me or what?" you grumbled, your core throbbing with pent-up frustration.

Rafe's grin was devilish. "All you had to do was ask, baby."

He tossed his briefs to the side, revealing his thick, throbbing cock, its tip flushed an angry red. Your mouth went dry as you gaped at Rafe, just in awe of how a dick could be so...pretty.

"Fuck, I gotta see where Chase keeps the condoms," Rafe said, dragging a hand over his face.

"No need—I'm on the pill," you said, smiling shyly.

"Oh shit, are you actually getting some? Maybe you're more of a freak than I thought," Rafe teased, his dick twitching at your confession.

"It's to help regulate my periods, you perv," you said sharply. "Unfortunately, I'm still a sad little virgin."

Rafe's cheeks turned pink. "'m sorry, I didn't mean to come off like an asshole," he mumbled, sounding contrite.

"I just always imagined he'd be my first. That's pathetic, I know," you admitted, laughing bitterly. "When we were, like, fifteen, he and I made this dumb pact that if we were both still virgins by the time we graduated, then we'd sleep together. Obviously, that didn't happen."

Rafe's jaw ticked. He'd never been Genrette’s biggest fan, but you'd given him even more reasons to dislike the guy. You were sweet and sarcastic and beautiful—how could he not see this? How could he casually offer to take your virginity, not realizing that you'd given your entire heart to him?

"Gonna fuck you so good, you forget his name," Rafe growled, pushing himself inside of you. You moaned, enjoying the feeling of his cock inside you, stretching you out.

Rafe began thrusting into you, brushing up against your clit with his tip and setting every nerve in your body alight. "Fuck, Rafe—feels so good," you gasped.

Rafe lifted up one of your legs and put it atop his shoulder, allowing himself to plow even deeper into you. You mewled, feeling his tip all the way in your cervix. Your body tingled, legs trembling, and you came apart for Rafe again, creaming all over his cock.

Rafe pulled out, panting, his eyes fiery with desire. "Turn around for me and show me that ass," he ordered. You rolled over on your stomach and he hummed appreciatively, smacking your butt. "Fuck. You're like a work of art."

Your cheeks grew warm again; you were still unused to being desired like this. In the past, JJ had told you you looked nice, and you'd held on to those casual comments like they were love letters. But Rafe? He gazed at you as if you were Aphrodite, ready and willing to worship at the goddess's altar. You knew you didn't need a guy's validation, but damn if Rafe didn't make you feel beautiful right now.

Rafe slid back into you, fucking you faster, and grunted when your pussy tightened around him. "You're so fuckin tight and wet for me, princess. i love this sweet little pussy."

Rafe gripped your hips, his cock throbbing inside of you. "Gonna cum," he warned. "You ready for me to fill you up, baby?"

You clenched around him again, and Rafe chuckled. "Oh, you like that, yeah? Such a good girl for me."

Rafe let out another grunt as he released inside of you, ropes of his hot cum filling your pussy. Rafe pulled out slowly, admiring the way his creampie was leaking out of you.

You and Rafe lay next to each other, your chests heaving as you recovered. "Hey—thanks," you shyly said to him.

"For what?" Rafe asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to his chest.

"For the sex, of course," you joked, causing Rafe to snort. "But also for breaking that spell over me. I wasted so much time pining over someone who never saw me as more than someone to play Mario Kart with."

Rafe kissed your collarbone. "He's an idiot," he mumbled. "But I'm actually glad. Because it meant I finally got to do this."

You laughed, beaming at Rafe. "Rafe Cameron. Do you have a crush on me?"

Rafe lifted his head up, his ears flushing bright red. "Shut up. Maybe I do, alright? It's not a big deal."

You looked at Rafe fondly. "You're kinda cute. I guess I'll keep you around."

Rafe lazily smirked at you. "I'm all yours, baby."

You got up to clean yourself, but Rafe grabbed you by the waist. "Where d'ya think you're going, huh?"

"Gonna clean off all this cum, thanks to you," you quipped.

Rafe’s mouth curled into a smug grin. “Nah, put on your panties and keep it inside of you for the rest of the night. Want you to remember who you belong to.”

You shivered, weirdly loving his possessiveness right now. You got off the bed and pulled your underwear back on, moaning a little at his sticky cum in your panties. The thought of walking around all night, still stuffed with his load, made your pussy throb.

“Now, cmon,” Rafe said, jumping to his feet and putting his clothes back on. “Get dressed—there’s a whole party out there we’re missing.”

[urmum-lovesme]

Dad!Rafe is so 'Juno' coded . . .

The sun was high in the sky, casting golden rays over sea where Rafe and his friends had decided to spend the day. The yacht was floating just off the shore, a cooler full of drinks tucked beneath the shade of the canopy, and the soft sounds of music played from a speaker nearby. Y/N was lounging on one of the sun beds, sunglasses perched on her nose, pretending to read the book in her lap when in reality, her eyes kept drifting back to him.

Rafe was standing by the railing, talking to Topper and Kelce, but all Y/N could focus on were the stupidly perfect blue swim trunks hanging low on his hips, the way the sun hit his tanned skin, and the way his toned arms flexed every time he gestured while talking, the way his fingers curled so perfectly around his can of beer, the silver chain glistening around his neck-

God he looked so good

She wasn’t sure if it was the sun, the heat, or the fact that she knew she was ovulating- but she wanted him. Desperately. She swallowed, pressing her thighs together before looking down at the words on the page, but the damage was already done. The thought was in her head, and there was no shaking it now.

She needed to be closer to him.

A few minutes later, the group decided to head inside to grab more drinks, leaving Y/N and Rafe alone under the sun. As soon as the others disappeared, she was moving pushing herself off of her lounger and slipping onto his lap, straddling his thighs as he sat back on his own chair. Rafe barely had time to react before she was kissing him, her lips warm and needy against his. His hands instinctively found her waist, fingers brushing along her sun-kissed skin as he steadied her against him.

"Mmmh," he hummed against her mouth, a smirk forming as he pulled back just slightly.

"What’s the occasion baby?"

Y/N ignored his question, pressing a kiss to his jaw, then another, trailing her lips down his neck. She murmured between kisses, her voice low and sweet, like she wasn’t currently dying to have him right there and then.

"No reason"

Rafe chuckled, pulling back just enough to take a good look at her. His blue eyes flickered over her face, his smirk deepening as his fingers dug into her waist, eyes flickering over the baby pink bikini she had on.

"Don't lie to me"

He teased, his voice playful but knowing. Y/N bit her lip, trying to keep her cool, but the way he was looking at her made it impossible.

"Just feeling a little… needy"

She admitted, her fingers trailing lightly over his bare shoulders, before her hand rested on his bicep, which flexed slightly under her touch. Rafe groaned softly, tipping his head back as he laughed.

"Baby you trying to kill me or what?"

"Can't help myself... hormones are high"

She just grinned, brushing her lips against his again as she whispered. His hands tightened around her hips, his grip firm and teasing, and his voice was husky now, dark with amusement and something else. 

"Yeah?"

Y/N shifted her hands, sliding them down abs letting her fingers absentmindedly toy with the strings of Rafe’s blue swim shorts, her touch light, almost hesitant. She could feel the warmth of his skin, the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath her, but it did little to settle the nervous flutter in her stomach. She was embarrassed- not because she didn’t want this, but because of how needy she felt.

How badly she wanted him right now.

And then, as her eyes lingered on him- on his tanned golden skin, the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch- she remembered. The conversation they’d had a few weeks ago. That night, driving home from her cousin’s house, the sun setting in the rearview mirror. The way she had bit her lip, lost in thought, until Rafe had reached over and squeezed her thigh. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since. His hands were on her thighs now, thumbs rubbing slow, soft strokes against her skin.

"Remember what we talked about last week?"

She murmured, voice quieter than she intended. Rafe definitely knew what she was talking about but he wasn’t going to make it easy for her.

"Hmm…" He tilted his head, smirking.

"Remind me?"

Y/N huffed out a breath, giving him a knowing look before taking his hand, guiding it up her body- past the soft skin of her upper thighs- until his palm was resting low on her stomach. His fingers twitched momentarily and his expression shifted. She glanced up at him, a small, shy smile tugging at her lips

"One of me is cute… but two though?"

That shit-eating grin was back on his face instantly as soon as the words passed her lips. His voice was lower now, rougher. He sat up a little, leaning in until their lips brushed.

"So that's what this is about, hmm?"

Y/N felt her breath hitch. Rafe smoothed his hand over her stomach, then dragged it to rub up and down her waist, his hold possessive. His lips hovered just above hers as he murmured,

"You want me to put a baby in you?"

Her eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes, slowly clasping her hand around his neck her heart pounding. Then, barely above a whisper—

"I'm so fucking horny"

Rafe froze for a second before he let out a low groan, his grip on her tightening, fingers digging into her skin as his face dropped to the crook of her neck breathing her in.

"Jesus"

He muttered, his voice rough, strained. His hands slid to her hips, pulling her down against him as her head tilted back slightly, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed his lips against her neck, tongue gently slipping over the skin. He found it hard to restrain himself because when he looked back at her, her expression was nothing short of desperate.

"Give it to me baby" he spoke out with a satisfied grin, "tell me what you want..."

She shyly bit her lip, her voice was shaky, breath uneven as she spoke,

"Mark your territory..."

That was all he needed.

Because the next thing she knew, Rafe was gripping her thighs and flipping them over, a small gasp escaping her lips as his body caged hers against the towel beneath them, his lips crashing down onto hers with a need that matched her own.

They're soooo Juno coded 💋

[nezuscribe]

(slightly suggestive)

another little drabble for arranged marriage!gojo but imagine a moment before he confessed but something was looming over the two of you. it was crossing the line of friends, not necessarily husband and wife, but two people desperately in love and didn't know how to say it.

you were in one of your late-night frenzies, your brain so muddled with every thought that you decided to do what you knew best: bake.

you often find yourself in this situation as of late, but it truly seems to be the only thing that helps. you wanted to tell gojo how you were feeling, but it was too far in, so you decided something simple and sugary would help you in the moment.

at this point, the walk to the kitchens was something you could do blind, and considering how many times you did this, you already knew where all the ingredients were.

you set out your sugar and flower, and go rummaging in the cold cellar for some butter and eggs. you try not to think about how at dinner gojo slid closer to you, your arms touching as he leaned in to whisper something in your ear. or how a couple days ago he had found you in the library, reading next to a windowsill, cozying up next to you as he read the book over your shoulder.

you're so lost in your head with sifting the ingredients that you fail to realize that the very man himself had come up secretly behind you, curiously watching you in your element.

(he'd never admit that he'd first gone to your room, and only came down here after he realized you were gone).

but, unlike the last couple of times, you'd gotten used to his stealthy ways. he was quiet, sure, but you could recognize him by his slight breath alone, or the way he smelled faintly of cloves.

you try not to let your breathing hitch, or let a smile grow on your face as you decide to break the silence.

"if you try to scare me while i'm baking you better rethink your choices," you warn him and hear gojo snicker quietly behind you.

gojo moves from where he was standing, and he leans his back against the counter next to you, craning his neck to look over at your bowl.

your eyes dart to the side, to the way his arms are resting behind him as he balances himself back on them (or the way his arms bulge and veins pop).

"what's on your mind tonight?" gojo asks, knowing you only do this now whenever you're stressed out.

"not much," you mutter, despite wanting to say you, you're on my mind.

he tsks, not buying your lie as he leans in a little close, his head blocking your view of your mixing bowl as he tries to get a little taste with his fingers.

"hey!" you cry, smacking him lightly on the back of his neck, "your hands are all grimy!"

you watch as he peers at you from the corner of his eyes, glaring at your offensive remark as he retracts away, a small pout on his face as you grin in slight victory.

"my hands are clean," you hear him mumble petulantly and you chuckle, rolling your eyes at his antics. the closer the two of you got, the more you found out that his closed-off and aloof demeanor was just a facade for a dramatic, grouchy man-child.

there's a comfortable silence for a moment, one where you're mixing and one where he watches you mix. you don't really notice the quiet anymore, just another added sound when you and gojo grow more comfortable together.

"how was your day?" he finally asks, a simple question, but you know he's using it as a mask to find out what was wrong with you.

"good," you say with a shrug, starting to gently fold in your wet mixture with your dry one, "you weren't at dinner so i was actually able to eat in peace," you add, trying to sound indifferent when really it's what spurred this entire thing on. how, when you realized that you missed seeing him, talking to him, being near him, you were really, really, missing him. and that's not how friends are supposed to act. or, at least, from what you've heard.

gojo smiles, a soft look on his face. you're trying to be sarcastic, he knows that, but there's something...deeper behind your words, something that he too feels.

"the eastern tribe took up more time than i thought they would," he explains, his blue eyes glowing when he notices the way you slightly relax, "i tried telling them that my wife was waiting for me, but apparently peace negotiations can't be postponed."

you bite your lips, trying to hold back your giddy smile at his words. you know he's probably teasing you, using the phrase my wife as a way to get out of a boring meeting, but you love it nonetheless.

he knows you do.

"those bastards," you murmur teasingly, hearing his loud laugh as he lightly shoves you with the point of his boot.

"yeah, well, they don't have wives back home," he crosses his arms over his chest, pressing his lips into a thin line, "so they don't know the feeling."

you swallow thickly, not looking over at him when he says that.

there's another silence as you continue to fold the batter, sensing that same feeling wash over the two of you.

"let me grab a..." you turn around, head craning to look for a spoon to dip in the batter, needing to make sure the sweetness wasn't too overbearing (and because you liked tasting the batter before it was sent off to be baked thoroughly), but stop when gojo pulls the bowl in closer to him.

you watch as he glides his finger across the sides, not letting it touch the actual bulk of the mixture, and brings it forth towards your lips.

his brows cock upwards, as if he was waiting for you to try it.

you give him a look, nose slightly wrinkled.

"i swear my hands are clean," he promises, crossing one hand over his chest as a sort of pledge, but that's not what holding you back, shouldn't he know that?

your mind is working to beat the thrill of your heart, the one that's pulling you towards him like a magnet, the one that desperately wants to have his finger in your mouth.

you bite your cheek for a second, eyes flickering up from his to his finger, and some sort of heat in you takes control as one hand gently grabs his wrist, pulling his hand closer to your parted lips.

your tongue darts out, your mouth closing over the digit as you taste the sugary batter coating your tongue. you feel dizzy, your stomach twisting, a heat taking over your body as your tongue swipes over it, licking it clean.

it's nothing overexaggerated, nothing too crazy. you lick his finger the way you'd like your own, but fuck, this isn't your own finger and gojo's looking at you with his pupils blown wide, the blacks overtaking the blue in his eyes.

your hand is still holding his wrist, your lips gliding over it as you pull away, breathing slightly less when you glance up at him.

gojo swallows thickly, hoping you don't see the bulge that's growing in his pants.

"good?" he chokes out, his voice thick in his throat.

"yeah," you mutter, the batter still lingering on your tastebuds, "it's perfect."

fuck, you're both screwed.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Yuutsum 1

SUMMARY: What if you also have a Tsum? Then your Tsum and the Tsum of the person you like keep giving signs that they like each other?

CHARACTERS: Twisted Tsumderland 1 Tsumsitters (Riddle; Cater; Leona; Jack; Floyd; Epel; Sebek)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader 

WARNING: Spoilers for the Twisted Tsumderland Event and the Tsumsitter cards Vignettes.

WORD COUNT: An average of 600 words per character.

COMMENTS: This was originally a request from @taruruchi for my 1k celebration. Which you can read here. And since so many readers liked it, I decided to do what I normally do when this happens: Do this for ALL the characters! Grouped by event in this case.

The beginning of the Riddle's part is the same as in the request, but I added a little bit more scenario after that.

I hope you enjoy 😉

Yuutsum 2 (Deuce; Azul; Jade; Kalim; Rook; Ortho; Lilia)

Yuutsum 3 (Ace; Trey; Ruggie; Jamil; Vil; Idia; Malleus; Silver)

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With your Tsum in your arms, you find Ace and Deuce, leaning over with their hands on their knees as if they were catching their breath after a run. They look at you first, but quickly the cute little creature you hold in your arms catches their attention. They both have that look on their faces like they think it's the cutest and most beautiful little thing in the world but don't want to admit it.

They say that Riddle also has one of those and it was the one they were chasing and trying to catch, but they lost it. The moment they said Riddle’s name, you felt your Tsum move enthusiastically for a moment.

They hear something, when they look they see Riddle-tsum in the distance and run towards it, starting the chase again. Your Tsum jumps out of your arms and runs with them, which makes you run after them too.

Your Tsum passes Ace and Deuce, which surprises them because they were so fast, and throws itself at Riddle-tsum, rolling together for a few seconds until they both stop. When this happened, Riddle-tsum didn't run away again, and the two were rubbing each other's cheeks happily.

Ace grabbed Riddle-tsum while it was distracted. It seemed upset about being caught. But the moment Deuce grabbed your Tsum that upsetness turn into anger. Riddle-tsum jumped out of Ace's arms, hits him in the face and threw itself right in Deuce's face to make him release your Tsum. Once back on the ground, Riddle-tsum positioned itself between your Tsum and those two, glaring threateningly at Ace and Deuce.

Once again, it doesn't run away. You finally get close to them and approach the tsums. When Riddle-tsum sees you it relaxes again and looks at you with admiration. As if looking at a royalty.

Ace and Deuce suggest that you try taking them both to Heartslabyul, as Riddle-tsum doesn't seem to like either of them. They were small enough for you to be able to carry them both in your arms without any problems.

You take them both in your arms and Riddle-tsum immediately turns red. It looked like a tomato in white clothes, and it writhed as if it wanted to hide in your arms in embarrassment. When you arrive at Heartslabyul, Riddle-tsum's blush had already subsided.

“Ah, prefect.” Riddle says when he sees you, Ace and Deuce arriving. “I see you were the one who managed to catch...” He looks at your arms to see his tsum, but his gaze automatically goes to your tsum instead. “Oh, there is one similar to you too. It looks... as charming as you.” he blushes just a little.

After explaining how you three caught Riddle-tsum, Ace suggests that they leave you and your Tsum with Riddle-tsum to prevent it from escaping again or causing trouble. Or hurt someone else. Riddle hesitates at first, as he is the one responsible for taking care of his tsum, but soon after, Riddle-tsum hits a student for breaking some rule and Riddle starts arguing with it so he stops attacking others.

You place a hand on Riddle's shoulder to try to calm him down a little and at that moment both of your attention went to your tsums. Your Tsum was between you and Riddle-tsum.

“You know, they remind me of the hedgehogs in a way.” Riddle says “And now they are reminding me of when they come closer to smell each other or to rub each other's noses. I can't deny that I find it quite cute whenever they do it.”

And then your Tsum starts rubbing its little round nose against Riddle-tsum's and caressing it to calm it down. And it works. It returns the affection by staying very close to your Tsum.

Riddle blushes a little again, and says that, reconsidering Ace's suggestion and if you want, you could take care of your tsums together.

You were walking with your Tsum in your arms when you saw Cater and his Tsum on Main Street. Cater-tsum seemed to be curled defensively around something Cater was trying to retrieve.

“Look, you can't have it, okay?!” You hear Carter say to his Tsum as you get close to them.

You greet him by asking what they are doing. Cater gives you a quick glance before turning his attention back to Cater-tsum, as if he's afraid that if he looks away it'll escape.

“Hey, (Y/N)-chan! I'm trying to get my-” He quickly looks back at you, more specifically at the adorable little thing you have in your arms. “Oh!... My!... Great Seven!” He turns his body towards you, his gaze so fixed on your Tsum that he doesn't even blink. “YOU HAVE A TSUMMY TOO! And it's the most adorable little thing I've ever seen in my life!”

Suddenly you both got jumpscared as something jumps towards you. It was Cater-tsum jumping into your arms! Despite the scare, you manage to catch it and it starts to nestle into your arms and cuddle your Tsum. Cater looks at the floor where Tsum was and sees his cell phone left behind. He retrieves it.

“We HAVE to take a pic of them!” Cater says excitedly “No! We have to do a whole photoshoot! Here! It's a great place to start.”

If you like taking pictures, your Tsum will be very excited. If you are shy, your Tsum will turn around to hide its face in your arms.

“Awwwww~ That’s even more adorable! Pwease! I beg you~" He says to your Tsum. Cater-tsum will also make pleading eyes at your Tsum.

The four of you spend a lot of time taking pictures in different places. Both pictures of the Tsums and of you with Cater. Until Cater and his Tsum have enough pictures to finally let you and your Tsum rest.

You sit on a bench, you with your Tsum on your lap and Cater with his Tsum on his lap, both of them editing photos on his cell phone. However, you feel your Tsum move and leave your lap to headbutt Cater's hand that was holding the cell phone, making it fall against his belly. After that, your tsum just stands there looking at Cater-tsum with a slightly annoyed look. Cater-tsum smiles with its tiny eyes and jumps against your tsum so they can cuddle each other.

Cater looks at the Tsums protecting the cell phone against his chest, watches them for a moment and then looks at you.

“Hey, if you want to do the same, just need to ask, you know~?” Cater says and winks at you.

If you accept, he'll put an arm around your shoulders and edit the photos with you, while your two Tsums cuddle on your laps.

Your Tsum was restless, impatient. It really wanted to go somewhere. So you pick it up and walk around campus trying to understand where it wants to go. Fortunately you don't need to walk far, as the botanical garden is one of the closest points to Ramshackle Dorm.

As soon as you enter, your tsum jumps out of your arms and starts jumping (its way of running) somewhere in the middle of some bushes. And you know that spot well. As soon as you stop seeing it, you hear a patient growl.

“Another one?” You hear Leona's voice. “Hey! What do you think you're doing?!” You follow the voice, pass through the bushes and see Leona lying down with two tsums on top of his torso. Your Tsum and Leona-tsum, cuddled up like two cats sleeping with each other.

“Herbivore, get your stuffie thing out of here and take the one that looks like me with you too. I'm not a nest to have two pesky armadillos sleeping on top of me!”

You kneel down next to him, looking at Leona-tsum with that “HE’S SO CUTE!” twinkle in your eyes. Leona-tsum looks at you and its sleepy eyes suddenly open, almost bulging. And it jumps onto your chest, knowing you would catch it.

“You got one.” Leona said. “Just one more to-” He interrupted himself, looking at his chest and seeing your tsum rising until it approached his face.

If you look at his face, you will see Leona's pupils dilating. And your tsum snuggling against his chest. You comment that you don't think your tsum will want to leave his side.

“Why don't you walk away with that one and see what happens? Maybe yours will follow.”

You are also curious to know what would happen. Leona-tsum was already sleeping in your arms.

You walk away with it, towards the exit of the botanical garden. Halfway there it wakes up and you feel it move in your arms. You stop and look at it. It seemed to have an annoyed look on its face, very similar to what Leona does when things aren't going according to his plans. You open your mouth to say or ask something, but it's Leona's voice that can be heard throughout the botanical garden.

“OI!” You hear Leona growl in annoyance. “Who do you think you are demanding anythin’ from me?!” And then you hear him roar.

You come back with Leona-tsum in your arms, and you find your tsum pulling one of Leona's braids towards you as if it wanted to force him to come to you.

“This thing really takes after you.” he comments, in a tone reminiscent of a father irritated with a child he deep down loves.

Leona-tsum jumps out of your arms and lazily approaches your tsum. Your tsum lets go of Leona's braid.

You both see Leona-tsum rubbing its cheek on your Tsum's cheek, and making a movement as if it was licking your Tsum's face. After calming your tsum down, the two of them curl up to sleep together.

“Well, at least they're not bothering me anymore.” Leona says. He closes his eyes, but right after, he opens one of them again to look at you. “If you're also going to stay here with your stuffie thing, at least be useful. This floor isn't the best pillow, you know?” He makes that gesture for you to come closer with his index finger.

And if you let him use your lap to lie down, he will fall asleep in 3 seconds, just like his Tsum did.

You were in the Ramshackle Dorm Lounge with your Tsum and Grim was in your bedroom, probably taking a nap after eating too much, when you hear someone knocking at the door. You go open the door, leaving your Tsum on the couch. You do it and see Jack.

“Hi (Y/N). Sorry to bother you, but this Tsum-” Before Jack could finish his sentence, you saw something near your feet come barreling through the door. You look back in time to see Jack-tsum turn to enter the Lounge. “Ah! Sorry. It won't sit still. Let's catch it before it does any damage.”

The two of you go to the lounge and stop right at the entrance. Jack-tsum was on the couch with your Tsum. Jack-tsum was jumping around your Tsum, its little tail wagging like crazy, and its eyes shining while also rubbing its face against your Tsum’s as if licking it. It was just like a puppy wanting to play.

“OI!” Jack shouted “Don't mess up (Y/N)'s couch!”

Jack-tsum sulked and your Tsum jumped from the couch to the floor. Jack-tsum followed it. Your Tsum approached Jack and smiled at him with its eyes, as if it were greeting him.

“Hum?” Jack’s ears pricked up as he looked down. “You also have a Tsum similar to you.” He didn't realize his tail had started wagging.

Jack-tsum followed your Tsum and you felt the need to bend down to see Jack-tsum up close. It looked at you with big bright eyes and its tail wagging wildly. You comment on how cute it is and reach out to pet it.

“Be careful.” Jack warns you “It doesn't let anyone...” You start to pet its head as it leans in your hand. “... touch it... What's the deal with this thing? Whenever anyone approached it would either move away or growl at them. How did you do that? I can't even catch it to take it to Savanaclaw.”

You say you don't know what you did either, if anything special. And you comment that it seems to like you. This makes Jack blush slightly.

“How would it not?” he says softly, and without meaning to. He clears his throat. “Um, do you mind if we stay here for a while? It seems to have finally settle down a bit.”

Your tsum goes to Jack-tsum's side and they both look at you as if begging you to say yes. You agree and the two Tsums bounce happily for a moment before they start running around the lounge together.

“OI! You two be careful!” Jack warns “Don't break or mess anything up, you hear?!”

You laugh and comment on how much you think Jack and his Tsum look alike.

“It's just the hair and the outfit.” he says a little embarrassed “Do I look round and soft?!”

“Round maybe not but soft...” You laugh and he blushes.

Before he could open his mouth to try to respond to that, the tsums started running towards you and ended up bump into you as they passed, which made you lose your balance. Jack catches you.

“What did I say?” he shouts to the tsums. He looks at you. "Are you okay?" in his arms, and he releases you, blushing a little. “Sorry about that.” he rubs the back of his neck. “It had never done this.”

“Maybe it was a bad influence.” you say and look at the Tsums. From the looks on their faces, especially your Tsum’s, it wasn't an accident.

You were walking down the Main Street with your Tsum in your arms when you hear footsteps running behind you, approaching quickly. You turn around in shock and see a very tall figure right in front of you. Then you realize it's Floyd.

“Boo~” Floyd smiles at you with something writhing violently in his arms. You look and see his Tsum trying to get free. You also notice, by the way he is holding Floyd-tsum, that he is using a lot of force. “Hi Koebi-chan~. Whatcha doin'~?” He sees something in your arms and looks to find your Tsum. “Woo! You have one too! And it looks so small and weak like you, how cute! He he.”

(What you don't know is that what really happened was that Floyd-tsum was loose and took off running when it saw you. The footsteps you heard were Floyd running to catch it before Floyd-tsum caught you first.)

Your Tsum made a sulky face, while Floyd-tsum continued to struggle in Floyd's arms. You say Floyd-tsum is also very cute, it stops and looks at you with smiling little eyes.

“Do you wanna play with it?” Floyd asks and you say yes. “Sure, but careful how you handle it. It’s easy to set this guy-” The moment he let his arms go slack for a second, Floyd-tsum jumped into your arms.

With difficulty, but you managed to catch it without letting your tsum fall. Now you had them both in your arms. You saw it squeezing your tsum while it snuggled into your arms. However, your tsum didn't seem uncomfortable, quite the opposite, it felt like a passionate everyday hug.

Between letting Floyd-tsum jump out of his arms, until realizing that it wouldn't hurt you, Floyd stared at his Tsum with that serious face that all students who know him the least bit fear.

“Aw~ Aren't they cute together?” he says with his usual relaxed expression. He sees that you are having difficulty holding both tsums. “Let them go. They can walk on their own. Or hop, I guess.”

You do so. The two Tsums land on the ground and Floyd-tsum jumps up to continue hugging your Tsum. But before it can, Floyd quickly picks up your Tsum in his arms and starts squeezing it too.

“MY TURN!” Floyd says to his Tsum.

This one sulks, looks at you and jumps back towards you. You catch it and it hugs your forearm. You and Floyd laugh, until the pressure in your arm starts to increase to the point where it starts to hurt. The moment you grimace, Floyd's expression changes, he lets go of your tsum and rips his off your arm.

“I warned you.” he says to his tsum, with the same face he uses to threaten students who don't pay Azul. “Someone is not keeping their side of the deal.”

Floyd-tsum manages to escape and hugs your tsum again, but without hurting it. Floyd looks at you, who looks slightly sad, and sees you rubbing the forearm that Tsum was squeezing. He holds your wrist to see better. There is a slight reddish mark. He lets go of your wrist, turns to the Tsums and lifts his foot as if to step on his tsum. Before you could stop him, your tsum does it, getting out of Floyd-tsum's embrace and positioning itself between it and Floyd's sole when he was about to hit his Tsum. He looks at your tsum's fearless face for a moment and laughs heartily.

“HA HA HA HA! It also takes after you, Koebi-chan~” He puts his foot back on the ground and turns back to you. “We were going to Mostro Lounge. Do you want to come?”

With your Tsum in your arms, you were walking down Main Street when you heard a scream. It sounded like someone was being attacked by a dog or something. You follow the sound and see Epel, another Pomefiore student, and an Epel-tsum attacking this student while Epel tries to stop it.

Your tsum jumps out of your arms and runs (or hops) towards them until it stops between Epel-tsum and the student, preventing the tsum from attacking him again. And then, your tsum headbutted Epel-tsum so hard that it even knocked it upside down for a moment. Enough time for Epel to catch it. The other student runs away and Epel-tsum begins to struggle in Epel's arms.

“Stop it!” Epel complained “Ya can't go aroun´ attackin´ students!”

You approach them asking if everything is okay and if he needs help. Epel-tsum stops and looks at you. You smile when you see that Epel also has a tsum and comment on how cute it is (like any tsum).

“No! Don't call it that!” The Tsum manages to jump out of Epel's arms and towards you.

He panics, but instead of the Tsum hitting you, it lands in your arms and just looks at you with a sulky face. You say it's still being cute, and once again, instead of it attacking you, its little face turns red with blush.

Epel freezes, completely confused for a moment until he thinks about what could be the possible reason for you being the only person who called the Tsum cute and it didn't attack. And when he thinks of the most likely reason, he also blushes.

Your tsum also jumped into Epel's arms, surprising him. It smiles at him with its cute little eyes and his blush deepens. Your voice is the only thing that makes Epel look away from your Tsum, asking if you could accompany him and his Tsum if they were going to Pomefiore.

In his dorm, needless to say, Rook wasted no time praising the Tsums, both Epel's and yours. But since Epel's Tsum didn't seem to appreciate the comments very much, especially if they focused on the fact that it was cute, Rook ended up turning his attention to your Tsum, which ended up bothering Epel's Tsum even more.

“It looks like someone is jaloux.” Rook says smiling amused.

That was the only thing that made Epel-tsum throw itself at him, to attack. Rook dodged it like a bullfighter with the grace of someone who was expecting it. Epel panicked and quickly picked up his tsum and apologized to Rook.

“There is no reason to apologize, Monsieur Pommette.” Rook says, loving the situation more than he should. “Truly. I must confess that my provocation was premeditated. C'est tellement beau to see your true feelings and emotions through your Tsum's lack of filter.”

“WHA-?! WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!”

Rook just laughs, winks at Epel and starts walking towards the door. Halfway there he passes you, leans over and whispers in your ear: “Could you tame the little beast for us, Trickster?” and leaves.

Epel's Tsum struggled in his arms, angry... with jealousy.

Your Tsum was restless, impatient. It really wanted to go somewhere. So you pick it up and walk around campus trying to understand where it wants to go. You leave Ramshackle Dorm, pass the Botanical Garden and the Alchemy Workshop and arrive at the Hall of Mirrors.

As soon as you enter, your Tsum escapes from your arms and quickly jumps until it enters the mirror to Diasmonia. You follow it, but you realize that you lost sight of it the moment it passed through the mirror.

“Good afternoon, (Y/N)!” Lilia is the first to come and greet you. “To what do we owe such a wonderful surprise visit?”

You tell him about your tsum.

“Ah yes! Sebek also has a cute little lookalike. I can't wait to see yours. Although if it's as adorable or even more adorable than you, we're going to have a cuteness overdose problem in this dorm. Khe he. Well, from what I understand, and despite Sebek denying it, the personality of these tsums is very similar to the personality of those they physically resemble. So if your tsum wanted to come here, where do you think it would have gone? Where would you want to go?”

You don't think about a ‘where’ but rather a ‘who’ and that may have shown on your face, beacuse Lilia laughs amusedly.

“So maybe your tsum went to meet someone? Maybe a fellow tsum? Khe he he. I suggest we look for Malleus. Wherever he is, Sebek and Silver will be there too.”

The two of you head to the lounge, but before you get there you can already hear all the commotion. Aka: Sebek’s thunderous voice.

“Don't look at me like that! No matter who your looks resemble, you're bothering Malleus-sama and meddling in our, I mean my guard duties!”

“Actually,” You hear Malleus's patient voice say. “I am quite enjoying this little one's presence. It's as pleasant as (Y/N)'s own presence. Wouldn't you agree, Sebek?”

“HM?! Yes! Of course sir! Please forgive me for implying that this Tsum's presence was inconvenient.”

You and Lilia arrive at the lounge and approach those two. Sebek, as expected, was standing very straight next to Malleus, who was sitting in one of the sofas. Coming closer, you see that both your Tsum and Sebek's Tsum are in Malleus' lap. And Sebek-tsum looked like it was... about to cry?

“AWW~ Look at you.” Lilia said, your Tsum turned to him. “You are even cuter than I imagined. *sigh* What an unfair competition.”

The moment Sebek-tsum sees you is when it finally starts crying.

“HUM?! What is wrong with you?” Sebek inquires. “You are such a strange creature.”

“I think it's too much emotion to see so many people it likes together.” Lilia says with a smirk.

“W-Well, regardless, it should learn to control itself!”

You come closer, worried about Sebek-tsum, and ask if it would like a hug to feel better. It looks at you, then at Malleus, back at you, Malleus, you, Malleus, and on until it almost gets dizzy and the indecision seems to make it more sad.

“I think I have an idea.” Malleus says. “(Y/N), would you like to sit next to me?”

You sit down, he asks you to come closer until your thighs touch, so he can place Sebek-tsum on both of your laps at the same time. It, still in tears, seemed to be thanking Malleus with his eyes and head.

“How intelligent and generous, my liege!” Even Sebek himself had a tear in the corner of his eye.

He was about to continue his praise when your Tsum jumped from Malleus' lap into Sebek's hands. He caught it as if he was saving it from a fall. It looked at him and smiled with its eyes.

“How precious.” He said with a tender smile, as he was still emotional about Malleus's act. Then he realized what he had just said and blushed in embarrassment. But he didn't stop holding your Tsum.

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Morning with you | Tighnari | Kazuha | Albedo | Xiao x reader (separate).

✦ Category(?): Established relationship, fluff, a bit nsfw and also one of them is a bit angst.

✦ Warning(?): Subtle mention of sex/intimacy so it may be +18. If you feel uncomfortable reading this, please skip this one.

おはよう(⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠). I finally made one with the 4 cuties, I don't have a lot to say this time, I only hope you like it.

Enjoy! ✦

✧. ┊ POV:

“You just spent the night with them, slept in the same bed, shared the same sheets... Kisses lingering longer than usual, hands desperately touching each other, leading to an unexpected but deeply desired intimacy... What would the next morning with them be like?”

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❀ Tighnari will be the first one to wake up, for sure. His pretty fluffy tail will be curled around your thigh, and the memories of the previous night will hit him like a fungus on one of those dumb adventurers.

❀ You’ll be sleeping so comfortably while he’s turning red as hell, his soft, long ears flicking uncontrollably at the memories of you beneath him—kisses and light touches turning into something more desperate, yet still delicate... until your voice whispers his name like pray.

❀ He’ll stay right next to you, an arm wrapped under your waist, holding you close. And if it’s raining outside? Good luck getting out of bed, girl—he’ll want to stay just there.

❀ “Morning...” you’d whisper, barely awake, feeling his breath against the nape of your neck and shoulder. “You okay…?” you’d ask, moving a bit. He’ll look at you with those bi-colored eyes, his long ears pinned back. “Perfectly fine,” the liar, blushing. “I should be the one asking that.”

❀ If you say you’re fine, he’ll make you stay in bed, get dressed, and then look for breakfast for both of you. Oh, but don’t you dare move out of bed, because he’ll just make you come right back inside. “Would it just kill you to stay still for once?” he’d ask, leaving the tray of food on his desk and scolding you back to bed.

❀ Honestly, he just wants to take care of you. You smell so much like... like him, but also like yourself, and that mix drives his senses wild. And if you wear one of his oversized T-shirts? Girl, you’ll see how he stares at you like he wants to eat you all over again.

❀ A light blush colors his cheeks, his tail flicking unconsciously. If you’re in bed and stir, his T-shirt might ride up a bit, and his eyes will fix on your thighs. “You’re being…” he sighs, “more distracting than usual.”

❀ You’ll drink warm tea and instantly feel like the soreness from yesterday’s... workout fades away. Oh, and did I mention he’ll stare at you until you finish breakfast? No? Well, you better believe it.

❀ If you want to stay in bed, he’ll stay with you, ask for cuddles, and say, “Alright, needy gremlin, I’m not going anywhere.” And if you kick his shoulder playfully, “Ouch, that hurts!”—but it didn’t, and you both know it. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’d have that relaxed, happy smile.

❀ Of course he will, you—the object of all his deep, not-so-sane desires and his girlfriend—just let him shower you with the soft but intense attention only he can give.

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“Who are you calling gremlin?” you asked, pretending to be offended as you turned your back to him. “Says the one whose tail kidnapped my thigh the whole night.”

“That was involuntary,” Tighnari replied, and you felt the soft fur of his tail brushing against your lower back with a subtle flick. “Why are you so far? You’re going to fall.” And just like that, he pulled you closer, one arm wrapping around your waist.

“What a cute and discreet way of saying you want me close,” you said, sarcastic and teasing as usual, now facing him.

“Alright, I want you close,” Tighnari admitted, catching you off guard. You blushed. He looked a bit flustered too.

“You can be pretty cute when you’re honest, you know,” you said, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“I know other situations where you can be pretty cute too…” he murmured, more to himself than to you.

“Tighnari!” You covered your face with your hands, suddenly way too aware of everything that happened the night before.

He just smiled and hugged you. You knew he was definitely going to tease you about it.

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❀ Kazuha won’t let you go anywhere. It doesn’t matter who wakes up first—he’ll be so adorably clingy. If he’s the first one up, he’ll quietly watch you sleep, brushing a few strands of hair from your face and looking at you like you’re the most precious thing ever created.

❀ He’ll gently kiss your shoulder and let you hug him in your sleep, one of his hands softly running along your back.

❀ “Mornings with you feel like a dream come true,” he’d whisper into your ear once he knows you’re awake. And if you blush and peek at him with one eye? Oh girl, he’s melting.

❀ Get ready for a full round of kisses, cuddles, and soft poetry—about how much he loves you, how perfect you are, how lucky he feels to have you… and how much he adores being like this with you.

❀ Kazuha might ask if you want to go have breakfast with the other members of the Crux, but if you tell him you’re not hungry and just want to stay in his arms? “Alright, who am I to say no to my muse’s wishes?” he’ll say, wrapping you in his embrace—and just like that, the two of you will fall asleep again.

❀ You two are unbearably cute. You’ll be affectionately running your fingers through his silver hair, and he’ll take your hand to kiss each of your fingertips. Stop, it's too much.

❀ You may kiss each other… for a bit too long, and his soft, delicate kisses will slowly trail down—from your sweet lips to your jawline, then your neck, your collarbone… and just like that, you’ll end up tangled in each other all over again.

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“Are you… okay?” you asked shyly, still breathing heavily after the intensity of the moment. Your cheeks were painted a deep red, a faint silver sheen glistening on your forehead.

“I couldn’t feel better,” Kazuha replied, still hovering above you. His beautiful carmine eyes were locked onto yours, filled with that unmistakable look of love.

“Y-You’re looking at me like that again…” you whispered, completely flustered.

“Am I?” he asked with a faint smile, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. “Then I apologize… but I can’t help it,” he added, his voice as soft and intoxicating as ever.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his words brushing against your lips.

“This moment, with you… I don’t think I could ever write enough haikus to capture how perfect you are. How complete it feels to be like this with you.”

Then came that look again—tender, adoring—making your face burn red like a tomato.

He smiled, and your heart melted.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Kazuha.”

You couldn’t have felt happier.

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❀ Albedo wakes up early—like, really early. This man has an entire routine mapped out in his head... but then there's you, peacefully sleeping in his bed, your bare body pressed softly against his.

❀ He forgets about the routine—well, consciously, not literally. He just lies there, watching you sleep, a gentle smirk on his lips, icy-blue eyes fixed on your calm, adorable face. He reaches out to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear with the utmost care.

❀ He's a curious man, but he's also in love with you. So, after memorizing every detail of your sleepy expression like a sketch etched into his mind, he carefully slips out of bed, gets dressed, and goes to prepare breakfast and something warm for you to drink.

❀ If you wake up and don’t find him beside you, you might worry for a moment—until he walks back in, wearing a white shirt and relaxed pants. Your heart melts instantly... and his slightly messy hair, tied low in a loose ponytail? Absolutely adorable.

❀ “Good morning,” he’d say as he approached. Albedo would sit at the corner of the bed beside you while you hid your flustered face under the white bedsheets. “Are you feeling any soreness?”

❀ And yes, of course he’d ask such a question with his usual calm and composed tone... which only made your cheeks burn even more. “I’m fine…” you’d murmur, stealing a shy glance at him.

❀ Albedo, ever the observant one, would instantly notice your embarrassment. With his usual quiet empathy, he’d ask if you’d prefer some space… But if you whispered that all you wanted were cuddles?

❀ He wouldn’t hesitate. In an instant, he’d slip back under the bedsheets with you, letting you rest your head on his chest as his fingers traced gentle, lazy circles across your shoulders.

❀ He would lean down to kiss you softly, just to observe that "fascinating" expression of yours—as if you were melting right in his arms. And if you pressed a small kiss to the star mark on his neck? Oh… the slight pink flush in his ears would betray him.

❀ After a while, he’d help you get dressed—and by “get dressed,” he’d offer one of his white shirts that just barely reached your thighs. Once you were dressed, he’d take your hand in his and lead you to the kitchen for breakfast.

❀ Albedo wouldn’t say it aloud, but he loved seeing you in his clothes. There was something deeply intimate about it—like a quiet declaration only he got to witness.

❀ He couldn't help but steal glances, especially when you shifted and the shirt rode up just a little... Ahem. Fascinating, indeed.

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"I'm fine, just tired..." you admitted, letting yourself fall back into his bed. The soft linens welcomed your body, and a smile tugged at your lips as you closed your eyes. "Smells like you..." you murmured, half-conscious of what you'd said.

"And also like you," Albedo added, voice calm as ever.

Your cheeks burned. "That was unnecessary."

"Still, it’s something you can’t deny." He joined you, the mattress dipping gently under his weight. You opened one eye, only to be met with his sky-blue gaze and that faint, peaceful smile gracing his lips.

"What?" you asked, startled by his stare.

"Nothing," he said softly. "It’s just that... seeing you this relaxed is rather enjoyable." His fingers reached out and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. You looked away quickly, too flustered to respond.

That small movement, however, exposed the curve of your collarbone—his gaze lingered. Then, gently, his fingers touched the spot.

"W-what?" you blinked and looked back at him.

"I think... I may have marked you," he murmured with that same composed tone, now gazing at the faint bloom on your skin—not too high, not too low... placed just right to stay hidden under your clothes.

"Eh?..." you managed, completely flustered, before quickly turning your back to him. "W-when...?"

"It may have happened in the heat of the moment..." he began, but you shot him a glare and buried your face in the curve of his neck.

"S-stop!"

A small smile curved his lips as his hand rested softly on your back. "I like it," he whispered near your ear. "Is it alright if I do it again... another time?"

"Albedo!" you yelped, mortified—but your heart was undeniably fluttering.

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❀ Yeah, mhm… he’s internally losing it.

❀ Xiao had been so terrified that his karma might’ve harmed you—that it clung to your soul somehow—that the first thing you saw upon opening your eyes were his golden irises staring down at you, wide with worry, his expression uncharacteristically vulnerable.

❀ “X-Xiao…?” you breathed out, confused and a little panicked, sitting up too fast. “Is everything okay?”

❀ He didn't answer right away. His eyes scanned your form, almost analytically, searching for any trace of damage—any mark, tremble, anything out of place. Only when he found nothing did he give the faintest of nods, though the tension didn’t leave his shoulders.

❀ “Are you… alright?” he asked softly, now sitting on the edge of the bed. His voice barely rose above a whisper.

❀ He wanted to touch you—hold you, make sure you were truly there—but he didn’t dare. Not after last night. Not after he had crossed that line. What if he tainted you? What if you absorbed his karmic burden and didn’t even know yet?

❀ Then he felt it—your hand, so warm, so soft, cupping his cheek. His breath caught. Golden eyes snapped to yours, struck silent by the touch. It disarmed him completely.

❀ “I’m completely fine…” you whispered, your thumb gently brushing over his cheekbone.

❀ Xiao said nothing. He couldn’t. His heart ached with too many things—fear, longing, guilt, love. You knew it too. He wasn’t distant because he didn’t care. He was distant because he cared too much.

❀ So, like coaxing a frightened cat, you gently ran your fingers through his dark deep green, silky hair. He flinched slightly at first, then… melted into it, eyes fluttering shut for just a second.

❀ “Would you… stay a little longer?” you asked gently, patting the space beside you.

❀ He looked at it. Hesitated. Then, slowly, like every movement cost him a piece of himself, he lay down—still keeping a bit of space between you.

❀ It hurt. The gap between you was small but full of unspoken pain. And yet... he hadn’t vanished. He was there when you woke up. And for now, that was enough.

﹒ ︵︵ .︵ . ︵﹒︵୨ ꒰ㅤ꒱ ୧︵ . ︵﹒︵ . ︵︵ ﹒

“I’ll go ahead and get some breakfast,” you said softly, a faint smile on your lips that didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Do you want me to bring you some almond tofu?” You sat at the edge of the bed, slipping your fingers around the fabric of your dress lying on the floor.

There was silence.

You didn’t even have to look to know—he was watching you. You could feel the weight of his gaze, those beautiful golden eyes tracing your form. You tried to steady your breath, to not show how much this distance, this hesitation, was pulling at your heart.

But then— You felt it.

An arm slid gently, but firmly, around your waist. Before you could react, he pulled you back into the bed, back into him. You gasped softly at the sudden movement, but the moment you felt his warmth pressed against you, all your confusion melted into stillness.

Xiao rested his head on your chest, bare skin meeting bare skin. His breath was warm against you, his body rigid at first… and then slowly, slowly, relaxing. His hand stayed at your waist like he was grounding himself, like your heartbeat was the only thing keeping the world from falling apart.

“Stay…” he whispered, his voice almost lost in the quiet morning air.

Your heart fluttered.

Your cheeks flushed a deep pink, your arms moved without hesitation, one wrapping around him and the other threading into that silken dark-green hair. You held him close, your smile blooming with quiet joy, the kind that comes from knowing he chose you, not just for a moment, but for a little longer.

“All you want, Xiao,”

And in that moment, the karmic weight faded, just a little.

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[moon-fics]

Run Hot

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Reader

Summary: The heating in the tower has broken in the middle of winter. This leaves everyone trying to find warmth any way possible.

A/n: I can't write angst anymore. I love comfort fics with Bob. He doesn't deserve pain.

This had to be a punishment or some sort of payback from Valentina. There's no way a fully operational and multimillion-dollar tower suddenly lost heating in the middle of winter. It's freezing, and the number of windows that cover half the building isn't helping.

You walk into the main room, where a fireplace is displayed on one of the screens. Almost no one is there due to how cold it is. The only people around are Alexei and Bob, who are sitting on opposite sides of the room.

Alexei is using alcohol to fight the cold. He's sitting on one of the couches with a bottle of vodka next to him. You don't try to disturb him as he watches his phone screen and laughs to himself.

That leaves you with Bob, who is reading a book near one of the windows. He's created some sort of nook in the corner to relax. There's a large bean bag that he hoards along with blankets and a pile of books. Ever since he settled into the tower, he's been reading wellness books.

"Anything interesting?" You ask while crouching next to him. You don't encroach on his space. "I haven't read a wellness book in years." You admit.

He looks up from his book with a subtle smile. He doesn't close it, but he leaves his thumb in the middle of the crease. You don't understand how he can sit this close to the window and not be shivering. He actually looks rather warm.

"It's mostly on how to create positively," He explains with a shrug. You won't ask further because that sounds like someone only he'd be interested in. "Hey, where did everyone go?" He asks while glancing around. You're astounded by how oblivious and unaware he is.

"It's like 5 degrees in here. Everyone is in their rooms under the covers," You say with amusement. "Did you not notice?"

"No, not really. I mean, I'm pretty comfortable with the temperature. It's actually nice." He scratches his neck. You can't stop yourself from glaring at him and feeling a bit jealous. Of course, the guy with god-like powers doesn't get cold either. "I usually run hot, so not having to prevent myself from sweating is pleasant."

"I hate you." You grumble while moving to sit on the floor. Your legs are aching from crouching, and you don't want to end the conversation here. "I hope the heat turns back on and you sweat through all your clothes." You tease.

"You can just sit closer to me," He suggests while patting the bean bag. There's enough room for both of you, so you don't hesitate to climb on. The moment you do, you can feel his warmth. He's practically radiating it.

It's not enough to keep you from shivering, but it's better than nothing. You glance down at his book and read a short passage. He's too far into it for you to understand what is being told, but you continue to read anyway.

"I could read it to you," He places the book on his knee for you to get a better look. You honestly doubt you'd be able to absorb the words he'd be saying. "If not, you could pick a book from my pile and read with me." His offer is sweet. He wants to include you in his activity and space. The only other person he's offered that to is Yelena, and she usually doesn't take up on reading.

"I don't mind just looking out the window," You say. You glance out the window to see the snow falling over the city. From this high up, you can see the rooftops that are blanketed in snow. The people below are leaving trails on the sidewalk.

After a few minutes, you can sense yourself growing tired. Even as you force yourself to follow snowflakes as they fall, you can sense it. You can't stop your head from lulling a few times, nearly hitting Bob's shoulder.

After the fifth time, he shuts his book and places it down on the floor. "You can use me as a pillow. I'm not going to... You know." He gestures to his head, and it makes you smile. Out of everyone on the team, you fear Bob the least. "I've got it under control for the most part." He says in a quieter voice.

"Yeah, but you're busy reading. I don't want to disturb that." You say. You rub your face to stay awake. The feeling of your cold hand against your cheeks gives you a tiny boost of energy.

"Just use me as a pillow!" He says a bit louder. Bob is never one to shy away from physical touch. If it's gentle, he'll happily accept it. So, you let out a groan and do something you'll probably regret later. You swing your legs over his and position yourself against his chest.

There's a moment of silence where you debate standing up and rushing to your room. Before you can suck up your dignity his arms wrap around you. His body is like a furnace that prevents you from running.

You go to look up at him, but he quickly places his head on yours. You force your eyes to roll up as high as they can. You can barely see his face, but there's no mistaking the redness of his cheeks. You also notice his hand reaching for his book again. He opens it but fidgets with the page instead of reading it.

"All good?" You ask. He clears his throat and nods his head as best he can without hitting yours.

"A- all good," He confirms. He can't hide the rasp in his voice or how his words escape him. It's like seeing him in the vault all over again, meek and nervous. "Just, uhm, just trying to read." He lifts his book slightly to show proof.

With his confirmation, you shut your eyes. Except you don't sleep. You're listening to his heartbeat and how fast it is when his hand begins playing with a strand of your hair. It's light, and he avoids pulling on it.

"Bob?" You whisper. He lets out a hum in response as his eyes scan the page. "Do you want a better strand?" You ask in a joking tone. His fingers let go of your hair, and you're disappointed. You enjoyed the feeling of his hand twirling the small strand.

"N-no, sorry. I didn't realize..." He mumbles. "I'll leave it alone."

"You don't have to. I wasn't complaining." You assure him. You take his free hand and lift it back to your hair. You're about to let go when his grip tightens around yours. His rough palms slide against yours, and when you don't pull away, he lowers them.

"Then is, uhm, this ok?" He asks with hope in his voice. Although you're feeding off his warmth, you can now feel your body producing its own. Your face burns, and you're so glad he can't see it right now.

"Perfectly fine." You say while trying to hide any signs of being flustered.

You stay like that for a while, and eventually you do fall asleep. Unbeknownst to you, so does he. This gives Ava and Walker a great opportunity to snap a photo for later. Just to save in their 'We Knew It' album.