#literally my fav skin I love her sm

[slarkzin]

FNAF AR skins and a wacky cupcake with bisexual lighting

[l0vergirlv0mit]

Hiiii! I just wanted to say that I read all of your hazel fics and I love the way you write for her! The way you make her and reader sooo needy for each other is so good 😭 the wife!hazel one really destroyed me emotionally :,)

If it’s not too much trouble, id love to see your interpretation of the “sober gf trying to get drunk gfs makeup off after a party” trope with hazel? I feel like it would fit her (and your writing style) well 🧡

Aww thank you sm pookie!!! I’m so happy you like my writing I literally giggled and kicked my feet reading this ngl. The neediness is my fav part to write 😵‍💫 your requests so polite also literally so sweet 🤭

Contents/warnings: reader is drunk, casual dominance from hazel, undressing.

Hazel carefully walks you to your shared apartment. Shes stone cold sober as the designated driver of the night. One of her hands guiding you on the small the of your back up the other holing your hand. Trying her absolute best to keep you upright while going up the stairs.

“Tonigh… was s’fun b-baby.” You slurred out nearly tripping from taking your attention away from walking. “Sure was honey let’s get you inside alright?” Hazel replied shortly steadying you again.

“O-ok baby” You were drunk, not so drunk to be throwing up but enough to hinder your mood. With no dance floor being drunk wasnt as fun. All you wanted to do was sleep in Hazels arms for the rest of the night.

Hazels quick to open the door, place you inside, and close it again all with her steady hand still on you. Leading you to the bedroom where you promptly flop onto the bed.

“Uh-uh not yet we need to take your make up off and put on pajamas.” Hazel tuts and you groan in response. “Noooo please i jus wanna sleep, come to bed baby, please?” You only got more comfortable in the bed.

“I’ll sleep on the couch if you don’t take your make up off.” Hazel says sternly making you quickly get up and stumble over to the bathroom that’s connected to the bedroom. “Atta girl.” Hazel pats your cheek. You blush at Hazels words a small smile playing on your lips.

She places you so your sitting on the edge of the tub. She quietly gets you skin care products and places them on the counter. She stands over you. “Close your eyes honey.” You listen to her command obediently. She softly wipes your makeup off. “Look up for me.” She gets the remainder off your under eyes.

You open your eyes again and look over her face. “Your s’pretty baby can k-kiss you?” You snake your hands under her shirt to grip her waist trying to pull her just a bit closer. Asking with a pout and craning your neck up. Hazel just snickers in response while wiping the rest of your make up off.

“Stay still please honey. I’ll kiss you when we’re done ok?” Hazel smoothly runs her hand over your cheek. Using her thumb to rub the soft skin. Her eyes are incredibly soft as her only concern is taking care of you. She thought you looked adorable with your heavy tired eyes and a pout on your face.

You huff and nod in agreement. “Alright wash your face I’ll get your pjs mkay.” Hazel asks then leaves you to go get clothes for you. All while having a smile on her face looking through your pjs. She picks out one of her own shirts and your sleep shorts.

You walk back into the bedroom starting to come down from your drunkenness feeling a bit annoyed at still being awake. Dragging your feet Hazel laughs at the sight. “C’mere I’ll help you get undressed. Arms up.” Hazel pulls your shirt off over your head and unclips your bra and you immediately let out a sign of relief. She slips the soft tee shirt over you smiling at your reaction.

It made her feel like she was doing a good job giving her a sense of pride. She unbuttoned your jeans helping you shimmy out of them. You put the on shorts yourself. Hazel kisses your forehead lovingly. “Good job sweetheart get in bed I’ll be out in a second.”

You look at her with sad eyes. “I’ll be just one second ok I promise then we can go to sleep ok.” She says reassuring you. Hazel turned to get her back to you getting quickly undressed and you whistle at her. “Your s’fuckin hot babe.” You said flirtatiously bitting on the tip of your finger. Propped up against the pillows watching her. The sight of Hazels toned back makes your mind wonder.

She shakes her head in awe. “Yeah? Well if your patient maybe you’ll get a reward in the morning can you do that for me baby?” She replies a grin playing on her lips as she looks back at you. You gasp at her. “Yes ma’am!” You exclaimed excitedly.

Hazel tips her head back and laughs. She finished getting dressed and walks into the bathroom, not before giving you once last look and waving at you cutely. You smile tiredly at her she’s so amused by you when you in this state.

Hazel comes back out the bathroom to find you under the covers appearing to be asleep. She carefully gets into the dad only to hear “I’d like my kiss now.” You said demandingly “Of course honey.” She giggles then leans in to kiss you softly.

You both get settled into each other. Hazel holds you to her chest running her fingers through your hair until she felt your body relax completely. Which didn’t take along at all. She kisses your forehead one last time before letting herself fall asleep as well.

(Thank you for reading!😘😘)

[outivv]

What would you personally love most if changes were to happen? Like with patterns and hair and colors and stuff.

I’m not gonna speak on cultural stuff cause I’m not from any of the cultures that natlan takes inspo from, but I would just love the same amount of effort put into playable characters that Hoyoverse puts into their enemies in terms of diversity.

Most of the characters would look amazing with darker skin, but I think Mualani would look soooo cute with like really really frizzy or like super curly and thick hair. Genshin has an issue with making anything thicker, coats, hair, characters- but I don’t care :3

I’ve seen Mavuika with like markings on her chin- which is a cultural thing that o don’t necessarily know the complete significance of, but in terms of design I genuinely think it looks so nice. I also would love her with darker skin ofc and something done with her hair. Idc if it’s like a protective hair style, or just putting her hair UP I just ehhh idk how I feel about it just like being there but not having anything to it. I saw one redesign giving her like fire hair like Idia from twisted wonderland which I LOVED and then another design giving her like braids which was sooooo fucking pretty, ooo especially if she had like clips or crystals in her hair with braids? Can you imagine??? That would look so pretty, and fit so well for an archon. Overall her design needs a revamp imo though, because while she looks cool, she doesn’t look like she’s from genshin, and she really only looks like some sick ass biker lady who would help me fix my tire while in the middle of nowhere rather than like… an archon.

Chasca needs a whole revamp, but I do LOVE her hair in terms of colors, and I like her ears a lot- but I saw this one BEAUTIFUL Chasca redesign by @ NGreentail on Twitter who also makes some sick ass mods for pc players. Seriously I love his ganyu mod sm- but anyways, he made a really nice redesign for Chasca that is like also what I would’ve wanted for Boothill sigh

Same personal also made a really pretty Citlali design, and I think that was really nice for her- idk I don’t have many comments on her cause she’s not my type of character :’)

Iansan would be great with some actual PIGMENT. NOT JUST BEING GRAY OMG.

I looooove Kachina’s design I think she’s soooooo stupidly cute, and I love the colors- again, not speaking on cultural stuff and ik she has some cultural issues but I think that’s with her animations, but I think some dark skin would do her so much justice in terms of just design. Make it so we can actually see her hair color against her skin, they look too damn similar :/

Kinich is by far one of my favs cause I love my stupid green guys, and he just looks cool as fuck- but obv some dark skin would do him justice. As far as I know his design is fineeeeee(????) and I like his hair how it is, maybe just making it wavier would be nice.

Ororon/ Olorun just… needs to be… fixed… so bad. Give him locks, give him dark skin, bitch actually make him Nigerian if he’s based off of things from Nigeria and a literal African god PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

My fav is Xilonen, and she just like… needs a lottttt. Like she would obv look better with dark skin, she is supposed to be Brazilian because I believe her makeup takes inspo from like carvival makeup? I think, that’s what I was told, I could be wrong- but if that is what it’s based off of then I think she should have like MORE, y’know? Maybe vitiligo in some places like leopard print, claws, all that- I mean there’s a billion amazing redesigns that I’ve seen because a lot of people like her, so I feel like my comment on this in a purely design aspect is ehhhhhhhhhhh since there’s already sooo many people with so many ideas.

[supernova41st]

Nene x Popstar!Reader

A/n: I made a short post abt this bc of some art by bimboothefool. Pls go check them out their art is so cutee 💕 I put in a part that was in one of my shitposts I made a while ago. this might be a platonic fic but it might also be a normal one, take it however you want <33

Your songs:

Espresso-Sabrina Carpenter

Good days-sza

Low-sza

Telepatía-Kali Uchis

Killshot-Magdalena Bay

You’re number one fan girl is a Psycho obsessed with knives

Think abt that for a sec

Anyways she’s been listening to your music since the roots

Like debut lvl stuff

So whenever anyone says they’re a big fan of you, she goes off at them

“Wow really? Were you there before good days? Do you even remember killshot? I bet your fav song is good days because you’re a fake fan” 😒

Her fav song? Killshot, one of your less popular ones but that’s what she loves most abt it

The song just gives me sm Nene vibes

She does not shut up about you around the guys

She would literally bring one of your cd’s over to show it off, and they’d get so annoyed

“this is her album SOS that she released this year, it’s so good my fav song is Low but most people like Good days and Good days is good but like Low is sm better cu-“

“Idgaf”

“You’re still gonna listen. Anyways,,”

You drive them insane stg

Speaking of cd’s, she has ALL your merch

Clothing, vinyls, cds, posters, everything

Yk that pink American flag trend with the celebrity on the front, she has that hung in her room along with many other posters

But one thing she didn’t have was one of your light sticks. and since they were only sold at concerts, let’s just say she had to spend 200$ on a front row seat

(Well maybe not front seat but still pretty close)

When she saw you on stage, istg it was the loudest she screamed in her entire life

During your fifth song, you noticed a girl in the crowd who just so happened to be Nene.

So you pointed her out, little did you know, it’d be the happiest day of her life

“The girl in the pink overalls has such clear skin, what do you use?”

“😦”

“OH MY GOD, Y/NNNN. YOU NOTICED ME, YOU NOTICED ME. I LOVE Y-“

“Oh um ☺️”

She started crying

Did I mention that she also bought backstage pass? Oops

“Heyy remember me?”

She knows she fucked up

“Oh yeah! You’re the girl who went crazy”

“Ikr haha Iloveyousomuchynpleasebemygf”

“How about I give you my number instead?”

She’ll take it, maybe eventually you’ll realize the two of you were made for each other <33

[ccrisntok]

requests 2: electric boogalo

(sure wonder whos hand that is...) I forgot to screenshot this request before deleting it from my inbox. I think @sunriseindigo requested their fav lil guy Min, but if it wasn't you uh. Hope whoever did request it sees this! I went kinda hard on this bc I have posted Min on this blog ONE time. and that's a crime.

forgot to screenshot this one to, but an anon suggested: Hu patching up Ace after he falls off of a horse. I feel like even if Hu and Ace don't get along, she'd try to come to his games to support him once in a while as the mom of the group! (even if Ace is her least favorite child.) In like 90 degree heat she'd pull up, with enough sunscreen and waterbottles to keep everyone in a 70 mile radius hydrated and safe from skin cancer. And she wouldn't hesitate to help Ace if he gets hurt, ofc!

...

I really fucked up with forgetting to screenshot a good amount of these. whoever needed a pic of Nico beating Ace in a fight, I delivered! The tone in which you asked wasn't too serious, so i hope a shitpost is sufficient for your needs.

(someone requested sora and yuki from sdra2 in drdt and im gonna make that its own post. so just know u were seen anon. also person who asked for more ace and eden, same thing.)

i can always draw Whace. they are my everything.

mans even singing it wrong 💀 (thanks for the request i love whace sm im glad they remind you of u and ur bf :D)

in a better world, Arei is talking to her therapist about Hopes Peak drama rn. (i love drawing arei thank you anon)

honestly this ship had never crossed my mind. i couldn't rlly think up anything too cute for it so i went silly instead kjfaljdf (thanks for the request @weightedblankettt, I LOVE THAT ONE FIC YOU WROTE WITH LIKE THE NICO AND ACE SWAP THING. i literally went "OH MY GOD???" when i saw you sent in a request fkhfla /pos)

Hello again @xmicrophonyx :)) thanks for another request

I feel like Xander would buy a skirt to wear to a protest or something and then he'd go "wait but it matches my hair..." and then wear it like just out and about sometimes. Whit would just have one I think. Just randomly bought it and wears it. And Levi literally makes clothes, so I'm sure hes made a few dresses for himself just to test techniques and such. Ik you didn't ask but I felt like explaining my choices for who I drew 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Ur so right actually. I feel like Veronika would be like "Ohhh weird morally gray old man??? ILY." and he would actively detest her. thank you anon i haven't drawn a soy-bean (syobai) in a loonggg time lmao

Ajhskjfafksaflsga gay peiple. i love them. i really do. thank you anon. gay oepeple. aughgshah. /POS

(people who follow the despair time art tag rn ^^^^^)

Thats it for now!

still doin these so send in some more requests if you feel like it fellas <333

[gravehags]

impera ghouls' fav art medium bc I just dropped out of art school lmao I hope I didn't forget anyone (I kinda went overboard so it's a long one sorryyyy)

- Mountain's kinda obvious, but he really likes working with natural materials. Enjoys woodworking and land art. Despite his size, has very deft hands and is extremely delicate. Makes a trip to the farm each season to get some beautiful fresh and golden hay to weave it into ornaments and jewelry. And let me tell you that's a testimony to his skill cause I literally cried over hay last October and I had to soak it in water to be able to bend it. The texture was disgusting and I got destroyed at the critique anyway lol

- I've already said it before, but Cumulus is totally into stamp carving and linocuts. 11/10, very calming, probably has rough hands since you have to use lots of white spirit to get the ink of off the lino, and you gotta use a special rough scrub to get ink out of your skin. Puts her creations everywhere, gives you and the ghouls little cards and patches she printed herself :)

- Cirrus and Sunshine probably share the serigraphy workshop. It's a very delicate craft, especially when you go for traditional paper stencils. But worry not, ghoul claws are sharper and more precise than your average cutter. Though, a intricate multi-colored stencil implies there's a lot of drying time involved, especially on fabric. They always have some kind of brunch during that time, with tea and snacks and such. Invite you to join them if you happen to pass by. (it's them who print the merch I know it)

- Aether makes very cool metal sculptures. He's got both the strength and the patience for it. You know those adorable little bird-shaped garden ornaments made from scrap metal ? Yeah he did some because the local old ladies are always commissioning him to make them. Also the workshop's babysitter, has to keep on eye on Swiss and Dew when they start beefing with a circular saw on their hands.

- Rain is very skilled in needlework. Originally considered himself a better painter, since he's got a sharp eye and is good at color theory, but discovered all the ways you can use embroidery and sewing with an artistic approach during a workshop in his first year. Sewed a costume made out of dried orange peels and called it 'orange leather' once. Also interested in book binding. Will get snappy if the others call him a little grandma while he's embroidering.

- Phantom is a photographer, and a pretty good graphist as well. He's too shy to admit it, but he really does know how to present his work. Has the cleanest portfolio around, and is probably a huge perfectionist. I mean, perfectionism is kind of a must in art school but bug is an anxious wreck (give him a hug). Very gentle, handles the lenses and lights with lots of care. Mainly photographs landscapes and nature mortes, but enjoys taking portraits as well. Takes a lot of self-portraits and will very shyly ask you to pose for him. (I photographed myself as Judith in Klimt's Lilith II : Judith and Holofernes for an assignment and ngl would love to hold bug's head with my tits out on camera)

- Aurora makes little pop-up zines. It's a prefect way for her to give way to both her gentleness and chaotic nature. While pop-ups may look tedious to make, it's actually lots of fun, and you can get pretty chaotic with it too. Has a whole collection of patterned and textured papers, she made most of them. Probably has a 'cool paper stash' she hasn't touched because she doesn't want to 'waste them' and said paper is like Christmas wrapping paper from 2016 (it's me I'm guilty).

- Dew is more interest in contemporary art, especially sculpture. Little guy has no patience and likes to break stuff, I see it as a match made in heaven. Uses his fire ghoul abilities to burn different matters and experiment with them. Kinda see him as my friend who burnt a humongous quantity of human hair for a project. Was pissed no one cuddled him for two days because of the smell.

- Swiss is totally a performance artist. I mean, technically, all of the ghouls have a huge affinity with it, but Swiss especially. A big fan of contemporary composers like John Cage and Karlheinz Stockhausen, as well as Bahaus performance art. He likes to let loose, have fun exploring his body's and voice's capicities in an artistic light. Probably submitted some kind of sextape as a project, but it's okay because the professor likes provocative stuff.

- BONUS : all of them probably were nude models for the evening classes at some point. I haven't included anatomical study in the hcs because no one in their right mind would enjoy sitting on a stool and drawing Greek statues for 8 hrs straight, but none of them would mind being the models for the 2 hrs 6pm classes. Although they'll probably ask you for a massage afterwards because of how tiring it is to stay in the same position for so long.

-unhinged family anon

These are GORGEOUS omg thank you so much for sharing these they’re all so on point!! 🩵

[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ Rafe Cameron Masterlist ♥️

This is a masterlist dedicated to things I've written about Rafe Cameron.

Check out my Prompt List and my Character List in my Masterpost which is pinned for more info on who I write for and some inspiration for requests.

Liability (Completed): masterlist

Read It and Weep: Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3

A Lot Worse:

Summary/Request: "Sarah and wheezie realizing rafes good mood is actually because of a new woman in his life?"

Third Wheel:

Summary/Request: "rafe cameron x reader??? PLEASE?? when wheezie third wheeling but she loves it bcs she can see her brother become so soft…

The Storm:

Summary/Request: "Rafe Cameron x tutor!reader? I know it’s been done a lot but it’s a really fun idea.

Answer It:

Summary/Request: "hey babe may i request a blurb\fic of Rafe x Pogue!reader where theyre secretely fucking and JJ calls her while theyre doing it and rafe tells her to pick it up and doesnt stop hile on the call"

Soothing Bruised Skin:

Summary/Request: "Daddy Rafe 🥰 with “come on, let’s get you cleaned up"

Need Help:

Summary/Request: "a little hurt/comfort with Rafe 🥺"

When and What:

Summary/Request: "could you do rafe x reader with a broken bone or something where they are just super loving and cute together !!!!"

Stupid Sometimes:

Summary/Request: "can you write one where she has a to patch rafe up after a fight and its an angst fluff typa thing i love you and your writing sm btw 💗"

Fussy:

Summary/Request: "any fluff or hurt/comfort related to my life rn would be appreciated ❤️ with our baby daddy Rafe of course 😃"

Shitty Nurse:

Summary/Request: "can I have rafe with a reader with a broken neck 🥹😭 for legal reasons 😭"

A Giant:

Summary/Request: "Can you write Rafe Cameron x a teenmom!reader? Whether it be his kid or not, I just wanna see what he would be like dating someone who has a kid and how awkward he'd be (cuz it's not like he has a very good role model to go off of lol)."

Only Place:

Summary/Request: "Could you do prompts 1 and 3? Maybe some angst??"

Top Heavy:

Summary/Request: "I need a part 2 for my fav fic (you know what I'm talking about hehe) with our baby rafe! id love it if maybe he's helping her with daily stuff, just being a big teddy bear and the banter."

Manipulator is Manipulated:

Summary/Request: "can you write an rafe x routledge!reader with a lot of angst? like the reader is trying to manipulate rafe in order to gain her trust, and somehow rafe is falling for her (and her lies) (nothing violent)."

Annoyance:

Summary/Request: "“I guess I didn’t realize I was such a nuisance.”"

Sass:

Summary/Request: "'I really don't like you.' - 'And I really don't believe you.' Friends to lovers."

Puppy Dog Eyes:

Summary/Request: "Rafe w/ broken neck reader again pls :) you can include these lines if you want to hehe or you can work your own creative magic!! ily"

Seafoam Green:

Summary/Request: "I would love this I just thought you would like to know that I’m not wearing any underwear right now. Do what you must with this information.’ With Rafe and kook!reader ❤️"

Lectured:

Summary/Request: "Argument/fighting + hidden injury- “whose blood is that?”

Going Down:

Summary/Request: "Rafe Cameron smut where he's literally just going down on her and absolutely loving it? I feel like this guy would definitely do it every chance he could humanly do it."

You Up?:

Summary/Request: "Rafe Cameron smut friends with benefits? Super playful vibes and stuff but hard core smut LOL"

Ups and Downs:

Summary/Request: "This time, her getting the brace off + having atrophied muscles, maybe some PT appointments, all the things."

Growing Pains:

Summary/Request: "hi bestie 😃 I was wondering if you could recreate me and the hubbys first Valentine’s Day with Rafe."

Around Town:

Summary/Request: "Hi! Can I request prompt 22 and trope 4 for soft!rafexreader?"

Coward:

Summary/Request: "Rafe with the quotes "Go fuck yourself rafe" and "Fuck me yourself you coward""

Migraine:

Summary/Request: "could u possibly do a rafe imagine where the reader has a migraine so rafe takes care of her?"

Deeper:

Summary/Request: "Can you please do a Rafe Cameron imagine where the reader is a Pogue and has a secret friends with benefits with Rafe, which was going well until they started catching feelings for each other and became increasingly jealous."

Birthday:

Summary/Request: "'Rafe x birthday reader for me. PS: make it extra smuttyyy ☺️'"

Sloppy:

Summary/Request: "reader and rafe getting high together and having sloppy sex?"

Never Let You Go:

Summary/Request: "Would you just do something super duper fluffy with Rafe? Like her trying to leave when he’s holding her but he just refuses to let go or something like that?"

Sweet:

Summary/Request: "MORE SOFT!RAFE PLS I'M BEGGING"

Just Life:

Summary/Request: "s it possible that u could write something where the reader is rly stressed and she carries all her tension in her shoulders, and rafe notices so he gives her a nice long back rub?"

Beach Day:

Summary/Request: "is it possible that you could do a request where rafe and the reader have a beach day together?"

Hot Stuff:

Summary/Request: "could I please request one where Rafe suddenly realises Sarah's BFF from childhood is hot."

Wake Up:

Summary/Request: "I love your fluffy Rafe stuff so I was wondering if you could write something fluffy? Maybe waking up with Rafe?"

Blocked:

Summary/Request: "idk if anyone requested this but PLZ PLZ PLZ HEAVY ANGST 12+9 with Rafe"

Bed Ready:

Summary/Request: "ow abt him and the reader just got out of the shower and are getting ready for bed?"

[aphrodite-made-me-write-it]

Take My Breath Away

(A/N) so that first fic did pretty okay! here’s another natasha fic bc i have literally dozens just sitting around in my google docs bc i really didn’t think i’d ever post them anywhere but now i have this beautiful garbage can here and all you lovely little trash pandas! thank you so much for all the comments they were so sweet!! while i finish up my Long AF Diana Fic, I’ll try to post some shorter imagines i have shoved aside somewhere. Might open to requests soon, but no promises bc that diana fic really do be taking up all my hyperfixation... anyway, thank you guys sm i hope you like this one even if it’s not as intense as my 5+1 fic!

Rating: T (bc I swear a lot and cannot help myself)

Warnings: The overdone “I’m Sick And Refuse To Admit It” trope; pretty much entirely fluff; very little plot; weirdly enough i wrote this before the pandemic hit and i cant help wondering if that was god telling me to stop being a useless lesbian but oh well i left that bitch on read; another reader w fire powers bc i guess i was feelin like burning shit during this particular time

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count: 3,726

Synopsis: Natasha has the flu and to avoid her wrath, the Avengers decide to go on a top secret mission. Unfortunately, either because you’re the newest member of the group or because Natasha always seems to fixate on you, you’re tasked with staying behind and taking care of her. You may have bitten off more than you can chew.

this is my fav gif of her god damm get u a girl whos a cinnamon roll AND a sinnamon roll

“So is there a reason you guys are sneaking out on your missions so late?” You ask Steve, who looks over your shoulder with a shadow of fear and guilt. “And you’re leaving me behind?”

You had coincidentally been training later into the evening than planned. You were just exiting the gym when you saw Wanda and Peter tiptoeing down the hall as if they were a pair of school children trying to sneak into the kitchen for late night snacks. You followed them to the docking bay, where the quinjet was already firing up and ready to leave.

“Not you,” Steve shakes his head, lowering his voice to a whisper. “We’re leaving Natasha. She’s got a cold and refuses to take it easy. Wanda slipped her some NyQuil so we could have a few hours to prep and leave.”

“You’re scared of Natasha with a cold?” You scoff, and his grave expression makes your laughter die down quickly. You frown. “She hates me, Steve. I’ll probably be dead by the time you come back!”

The blonde rolls his eyes, a smile pulling at his lips. “She doesn’t hate you. You’ll be fine.”

“The entirety of the Avengers is running away from her, I really don’t think she’ll go easy on me because I’m new.”

“She’ll go easy on you because, when Nat’s got a cold, she’s miserable.” He places a comforting hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “Trust me, (Y/N), you’ll be fine. Besides, the place we’re going doesn’t do well with… well, fire.”

“But Carol is going!” You whine and he laughs.

“Carol can’t set an entire building on fire at the drop of a pin. Just stay here and make sure Nat doesn’t get too dramatic.”

You relent, at last, with a defeated sigh and watch the others load onto the jet before leaving into the starry night.

Cowards, you think bitterly to yourself before returning inside.

-

You’re in the kitchen when Natasha slumps against the counter, her already pale skin a sickly pallor. Her nose is red, and you can tell by the way she sniffles that she can’t breathe out of it at all.

You finish fixing yourself a cup of coffee, feeling her tired gaze following you as you do so. 

“Where’s everyone?” She asks, her voice far huskier than usual, and to be honest it’s weirdly hot but you decide to shove that thought deep down.

“Out,” you answer, finally meeting her gaze. Her eyes are watery, and you suddenly feel a pang of guilt at fighting Steve so hard on staying here. She doesn’t seem so bad. Yet. “They snuck away last night. Told me to keep you out of trouble.”

“Cowards,” she starts, then immediately launches into a hard coughing fit. You set aside your mug and quickly get a glass of water. The redhead eyes you skeptically before accepting it, and you suddenly feel like you’re treading on thin ice. “I don’t need a sitter.” She growls after taking a long gulp of the water.

You snort. “Nurse, more like. You look like shit, Romanoff.”

“Fuck you,” Natasha looks longingly at the coffee machine. 

“Mm, not a fan of whatever cooties you’re infected with.” You tease, and to your absolute delight a blush spreads across her cheeks. “But the offer is definitely noted.”

“I hate you,” Natasha croaks, then goes back to chugging the water. 

“Well, hate me or not, I’m taking care of you, so you better get used to it.” You reach across the countertop to feel her forehead, and the action causes the redhead to stiffen so much you fear she’s turned to stone. Sure enough, she’s blazing hot - which, honestly, for you to feel her fever despite your powers, that’s a cause of concern. “Geez, how long have you been sick?”

“I’m not sick,” she sounds incredibly congested, despite her protests, and you let out a series of ‘tsks’. She hasn’t ripped your arm off yet, so that’s definitely a good sign. You retract your hand and hum thoughtfully.

“I’ll go to the drugstore and get you some cold medicine. Maybe some gatorade, too. And orange juice - I mean, unless you want what’s in the fridge?”

Her nose wrinkles. “I’m not drinking that pulp shit. Stark has a one way ticket to Hell for that.”

You snort in agreement. “Fair enough. Any other requests before you’re condemned to quarantine?”

“Quarantine?”

“I’m not catching your germs,” you repeat, to which Natasha rolls her eyes.

“You’d only be so lucky,” she mutters bitterly. 

“I’m gonna go get that medicine. If you aren’t either in the shower or in bed by the time I get back, I will have to use force,” you warn, though it’s a playful enough threat that Natasha almost smiles, before launching into a rather difficult sneezing fit.

Is it weird to find someone’s sneeze cute?

With this, you down your coffee and make for the elevator. You hear Natasha call your name, and pause mid-step.

“Can you, uh, get a new thermometer? Danvers ruined the last one.”

You nod, snorting at the memory of Carol suffering a cold herself and absolutely refusing to not go on missions. It’s hard to argue with someone who can rival even your own fire-based abilities, and, well, she was, technically, a Captain so there’s very little room for argument.

-

When you return, Natasha is not in her room, nor is she in her private shower. Groaning, you scour the Compound for her until, finally, locating her in the gym. She’s punching the hell out of one of the training dummies but she lacks her usual determination; her punches sloppy and her body drenched in sweat.

Look, you’re no doctor, but that cannot be healthy.

Especially with how hard she’s wheezing and stumbling.

You hurry over to her, and quickly realize that she’s shivering. It’s like she’s a goddamn chihuahua, a near-steady vibration rolling through her body when you reach out to grab her arm before she can swing another punch at the training dummy that’s hardly twitched since you’ve entered.

“Got- cold. Needed…” Natasha takes a long swig from her waterbottle. “Warmth.”

“Jesus, you’re going to kill yourself if you keep pulling this shit.” You don’t hide your genuinely worried tone, nor do you hide your irritation. “You aren’t stupid. What the fuck, Romanoff?”

Natasha turns to glare at you, but the effect is lost when she looks so pale and weak. You sigh, trying to keep your tone even as you offer something you don’t think you’ve ever imagined offering Natasha Romanoff.

“I can raise my body temperature. If you wanted to be warm, you could have waited for a literal human space heater.”

Okay, maybe that’s not really an ‘offering’, but it’s in a tone that wouldn’t make her totally weirded out. At least, that’s what you’d like to tell yourself. Thankfully, she seems to understand, and though she appears reluctant, she does step a little closer to you. You try to resist rolling your eyes as your arms snake around her waist, pulling her flush against you. You allow the heat that always boils just below the surface of your skin to manifest slowly, warming up your body as you keep Natasha’s against it.

Natasha once again feels as though she’s become stone, but she slowly relaxes into the awkward hold; her own hands tentatively make their way around your lower back. After another few moments, she hums, and melts into you.

“Wow, that’s nice,” she murmurs, moreso to herself than you. 

You laugh softly. “See? I’m good for something.”

The recollection of your last argument makes her freeze once more, and you’re worried that she’s going to push you away - or worse. She doesn’t, however. Instead, her face falls into the space between your shoulder and neck.

“You’re good for lots’ve things,” she mutters, and you realize that her voice has become quite groggy and sluggish.

“C’mon, you gotta take your medicine before you go back to sleep,” you urge, your tone becoming soft. 

If Natasha notices the unusual tone, she doesn’t comment. She nods into you, and allows you to lead her out of the gym and into the kitchen once more, where you’d placed your bag of goodies.

After encouraging her to take the cold medicine, you put the new thermometer between her plump lips and wait. Her eyelids droop dangerously as she patiently waits, and you’re a little ashamed to say the sight makes your stomach flop pleasantly. 

The digital thermometer beeps, and you have to do a double-take on the number. You have to give Natasha several minutes of encouragement to take a shower before going back to sleep, but to your utter astonishment she does give in - and in just three tries! This, perhaps, is among the most worrying of symptoms.

Once she’s showered and changed into new pajamas, you’re ready to leave her to sleep when her voice, very quiet now, calls out:

“Wait, I need…” Her hesitation causes you to turn around, an eyebrow arching in confusion. “I’m cold,” she finally says, though her tone is a little off. 

You swallow thickly, all thoughts of cooties leaving your mind like they hadn’t been there at all as you move to lay next to her. Truthfully, you aren’t tired at all, but you think that makes this all the more terrifying; you’re just going to lay here, Natasha cuddling with you, for hours while she recovers from a cold-medicine-induced coma? Shit. 

She’s never been this nice to you before. It’s always hard-comments, witty banter - nothing like this. This tenderness - it’s foreign, and you daresay it’s making it impossible to deny your attraction to her.

Still, as guilty as it makes you feel, you cherish this weird moment of softness. Natasha’s body curling against your own, letting you wrap your arms around her and focusing on a steadying warmth for the girl in your arms.

“Thanks,” she whispers, almost inaudibly against your collarbone. Your head is spinning wildly.

Has this always been there, you wonder?

You’ve definitely been attracted to her from the start - that’s undeniable. She’s the Black Widow - one does not simply wear skin-tight bodysuits unless they are confident in their appearance. And, wow, does she deserve that confidence. 

But this is different.

It’s weird. That’s all you can really sum it up to. It’s weird. Natasha curled around you, red-nosed and sniffly, acting like you’re all she needs in this world.

You want to fucking punch every single damn Avenger.

-

The next several days follow much the same pattern; you keep Natasha in bed, drinking plenty of fluids and eating enough of your homemade soup that you’ve just started improvising in ways to keep her entertained. Her fever hasn’t gone down by much, but she’s becoming a little more coherent. She’s admitted to spending a lot of time in the gym before Rogers condemned her to your care, and /that, you suspect, is a primary cause of her condition being so shitty.

And, for once, she’s civil. No snide comments, no crude remarks - nothing. Just… a normal woman, as she would be with the rest of the Avengers. You wonder, briefly, if you’ve somehow earned your place on the team in her eyes simply by taking care of her, but you also aren’t entirely sure why her opinion has changed so abruptly.

Not that you’re complaining.

Natasha and you have been binge-watching shows left and right, and in this time you’ve come to appreciate - and even /enjoy - her presence. Her laugh.

Tonight, you’ve turned to a Russian stew recipe you’d found online; Natasha has turned on some old detective movie, black-and-white, that she’s been claiming to be “The greatest cinematic experience you will ever have in your life.” 

She has said that about most old movies she’s gotten you to watch, and thus far you are unconvinced.

“I just can’t get over the incredibly oppressed homosexuality of these men. Or the way the cinematic industry portrayed any heterosexual couple, ever-” 

To which Natasha would almost always groan dramatically, and the action was so damn adorable that you end up letting her pick another classic film just to see it again.

You definitely hadn’t expected her eyes to fill with tears after the first few spoonfuls.

Your mind immediately runs into overdrive. As another woman, you should probably be better at these things - but, honestly, you’re shit at cheering people up, so you aren’t sure what to do here at all. Cheering up the average gal wasn’t always so difficult, but cheering up Natasha? 

Fucking hell. Might as well be fighting a dragon blindfolded.

“Uh- is it really that bad?” Is the idiotic shit that spews out of your mouth instead of any well-thought-out sentence.

To your relief, she lets out a watery chuckle. “No! It’s- it’s great.” She looks down at it, a rare smile playing at her lips. “It just reminded me of Russia, is all.”

“Oh,” it leaves you in a breathy sort of exhale. There’s a pregnant pause before you ask, “Do you… miss it?”

Her green eyes turn to you with a heated sort of intensity that makes you wary of one of her all-too-familiar outbursts. To your surprise, however, the heat simmers, and she turns back to the stew, taking another spoonful. “Sometimes,” she answers finally, and you begin eating your own bowl of stew.

The movie she’d put on is easy to follow; you watch it in companionable silence, your mind racing on countless tracks. As they seem to often lately, they focus mainly around the woman beside you, and what could possibly be behind her odd behavior.

Is she actually opening up, or is this just another persona? When the others come back, will she return to her almost cruel attitude towards you?

It keeps you awake late into the night, Natasha’s slow breath against your neck hardly soothing as you try to separate your personal feelings from your logical ones. You’re several hours into your brooding when Natasha starts twitching and muttering.

You don’t quite catch what she’s saying, but you assume it’s in Russian - quick and near-silent whispers as her face contorts into expressions of pain and anger. Her arm that’s thrown around your stomach suddenly constricts its hold, and you let out a huff of air at the action.

Fucking hell, she’s strong.

Then, sharp and fearful, Natasha snarls, “No!” and separates from you entirely, a cry of pain ripping through her. You sit up quickly, turning on the light and frantically murmuring to her to try and wake her up. Not wanting to end up dead on the floor, you’re careful in coaxing her out of the nightmare. When she finally wakes up, she jolts up so fast that she nearly knocks her head into yours.

Sweat lines her forehead, her pupils dilated and her breathing uneven as she looks around the room as if expecting shadows to turn into monsters.

“Nat, you’re okay,” you keep your tone gentle, your hand daring to reach out towards her own. “I’m here. You’re safe.”

Natasha practically throws herself back into you, and you aren’t sure if she’s crying or trying to catch her breath. You wrap your arms around her, rubbing slow circles along her back and summoning a bit of heat in your palms until she finally relaxes. She takes several slow, even breaths before pulling back a little, wiping under her eyes swiftly.

“Sorry,” she mutters, looking away from you. 

Frightened of her closing herself off again, you make a brave move. The bravest damn move you’ve ever made - possibly your last. “You can trust me, Nat.”

There’s a terrifying silence wherein you fear, genuinely, for your life. To your surprise, when Natasha looks back at you, she’s got that vulnerable expression once again. She swallows, running her tongue over her lips.

“Just… bad memories,” she says at last, and you frown.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She shakes her head, closing her eyes tightly. “Not… not right now.” A pause. “But, maybe, someday.”

That’s enough, for now.

You turn the light back off, laying back down against her silk sheets and numerous pillows, a far cry from your own messy bed. Natasha lays on her side, looking over her shoulder expectantly. Unused to the idea of /spooning Natasha, you fall into your place with understandable apprehension. 

It’s nice, though.

It’s always nice to hold her.

Fucking hell does she even know what she’s doing to you?

One of Natasha’s hands moves up to your own that’s resting comfortably on her waist. Her fingers curl with yours, and you can’t hear whatever it is she says thanks to the roar of your heartbeat in your ears.

You’re going to kill Steve Rogers.

-

Natasha has been quiet all day. The team is supposed to come back soon, and that means you’ll probably be sent to clean up after them. Natasha will likely be forced by Steve to hang back, which she’ll hate but do anyway, so you spend much of the day preparing yourself for the inevitability of your coming mission.

You’ve grown so used to chatting with Natasha that the silence feels louder than words. She’s getting better, but keeps getting the chills so you switch between checking your gear and training with your powers, as well as giving Natasha the cuddles she needs to keep her teeth from chattering.

It’s odd, because Natasha hasn’t had a fever in at least twenty four hours, so you can’t imagine why she still gets the chills. Maybe this flu is worse than you thought? But she wasn’t sniffly anymore, either, and her cough seems to be entirely gone.

You don’t say any of this, though. Part of you - a very selfish part that, honestly, probably shouldn’t exist - enjoys the fact that the redhead wants to snuggle up with you. After enduring her attitude for months, it’s a change in pace you aren’t eager to let go of anytime soon. She fits so perfectly in your arms, feels so good to hold - how can you go back to sleeping alone in your bed after all of this?

Natasha inhales slowly, then exhales in a harsh breath. Her head rolls onto your shoulder, a hum slipping her lips. “I have to tell you something,” she says slowly, cautiously. “But you have to promise not to be mad.”

You scoff. “What, are you about to declare your undying love for me?”

“Uh- well, actually…”

Your heart leaps into your throat. You look down at her with wide eyes. “Wait, what?”

“I was lying about being cold,” Natasha admits, blushing. “And I picked all those fights with you because I, um,” she mumbles something incoherently.

“What was that?” You can’t fight the rising smirk.

Natasha huffs. “You heard me.”

“Nope, I didn’t,” you start to withdraw your arms but Natasha pushes further into them in protest.

“Okay! Okay. I… sort of have a… y’know. Crush, or whatever. On you.”

Now your smirk is a full on shit-eating grin. “You mean to tell me that I’ve officially woo’d the Black Widow?”

Natasha pushes your shoulder away. “Cute, but I could still kick your ass.” Her cheeks are crimson - you’ve never seen her so flustered before. You wish you could take a picture with your mind and cherish it forever. “I just didn’t think they’d leave you with me when I got the flu, and then you were being so sweet and-

“Nat,” you interrupt. Her emerald eyes meet yours, wide and a little afraid. “I like you, too.”

“‘Like’. What are we, sixth graders?” Natasha rolls her eyes despite the smile pulling at her lips.

“And here I was going to offer you a kiss to make up for all the teasing.” You drawl sarcastically.

Natasha moves suddenly into your lap, pulling your lips against hers in a passionate kiss. It’s like she’s been waiting months to feel your lips on hers - and, honestly, she might have been. You know you’ve certainly thought about this more than once, even before Natasha got sick.

When she pulls away, Natasha leans her forehead against yours with a disbelieving grin on her now parted lips. “You talk too much.”

-

When the team returns, looking a little battered but not too terrible, Natasha seems back to her normal self. Everyone definitely catches onto the sudden change in her behavior towards you, but thankfully, nobody questions it. As nice as it is to see Natasha healthy, the morning everyone returns you feel a little woozy. Everyone sounds a little muffled, and you can’t really breathe out of your nose, like, at all.

You don’t have much time to dwell on it, though, as you’re sent to meet up with some SHIELD agents to clear out the rest of the HYDRA facility the others had destroyed. This only takes a few days, but when you return, you feel like you’re on death’s door. You’re unnaturally cold, nose running and a sneeze always building in the back of it.

Tony, weirdly enough, is the first to mention it. Unsurprisingly, he decides the best time to bring this up is during the first dinner the entirety of the team can share since their mission.

“So, did you and Romanoff swap spit or are you just sick from being stuck with her?”

You nearly choke on your pasta. “Fwhap?” 

He snorts, rolling his eyes. “You look like shit, (Y/N).”

“Oh,” you blush when Natasha turns her intense gaze on you. “Uh- I’m- I mean, I’ll get over it fast. I’m fine, really.”

“Nope,” Natasha shakes her head sternly. “Absolutely not.”

Everyone looks at her with blatant surprise.

She shrugs lightly under the attention. “You took care of me. Let me return the favor.”

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Tony asks Steve in a terrible whisper.

Natasha happily responds with a kick under the table, her eyes never leaving yours. “C’mon, get to bed.”

“This is payback, isn’t it?” You groan as you stand up, earning a roar of laughter from the others.

Natasha’s sadistic grin is response enough. This is going to be a long recovery week.

[moonchildstyles]

moonie!!!! bestie i’m very happy you liked what i did last time, if it’s okay with you here’s my notes on soft!!!

A few moments after she relaxed, she felt the way he carefully hooked his ankle around her own, socked feet curling together as Harry shuffled as close as he could behind her.  — this little moment here was soooo :((

"I—Uh...I mean," he floundered, the tip of his nose brushing her skin as he ducked his head behind her, "I was holding you—touching you, so..." — okay nOW I NEED TO KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HE WAS THINKING ABOUT WORD BY WORD for research purposes obviously .

"Being nice, to you, is offering to touch my dick? You've been pretty mean to me for years, then, and I had no idea," — oh???? okay sir now lemme tell you how nice i can be for you 🧎‍♀️

The skin grew soft as her fingertips met the dark curls at his base just before Harry tugged her upwards, guiding her to wrap her fingers around his shaft with his own mimicking the hold around her.  — MSNSBSISOAPALAMSMXPspwksnk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *car crashing* *baby crying* *explosion* *dies*

"Maybe a little tighter, though, sweetheart. Y'can be a little rough, 's alright." — i don’t have words anymore i’m just moaning and making noises

"Like—Like, I know we hold hands sometimes, so I knew they were soft, but I don't think I've ever realized how soft and warm y'are, love. 'S re-really nice." — okay whatever you doing… don’t think about how.. okay her hand are soft but… dON’T imagine how soft he was against her palm… and warm and . i’m not okay. I AM INSANE .

i really loved this piece very much it was soooo !! then he calling her cute names and playing w her hair and her back:( and wanting her to feel good to and kiss my at the end:((( bff!h is one of my favorite tropes and this one def one of my fav pieces thank u sm for it!!!! love u!!! 🌸

wait bestie I could cry thank you so much for popping by and sending another one of these:( im literally SOOOOO:( that you enjoyed it and found those little details and loved them like I do like thank you thank you thank you!!!!!! this one was not my favorite when I finished it so it means alot that you took the time to read it and send this message w your favorite bits and just ugh thank you thank you thank you:((((((((((((((((((( ilyt SO much I love getting these messages:(

[dasomlimie]

may i request a part 2 of baji as your boyfriend. maybe including the dates he’d take you on, him introducing you to the gang, when you guys sleep over? yata yata yk!

⌗ BAJI AS YOUR BOYFRIEND PART 2 ꗃ

a/n ; im having fun writing this !! ONDKSHXKSBXK i love this man sm IM SORRY IDK ANYTHING ABOUT SLEEP OVER KKWNDSKCBSKDJSINS i have strict asian parents what did u expect

╰ DATES

dates w him was lowkey yet highkey chaotic one time the both of were all lovey dovey then the second he would try to beat someone up when they look at you wrongly

date w him would be either a picnic [ seems like out of character but actually Chifuyu was the one who suggest it and he took it to the heart ] or amusement park near the both of you or just regular date its sweets and cute thought

OH OH HE WOULD BE THE TYPE OF GUY THAT RANDOMLY BRING YOU ON A DATE AT 3 AM LIKE MF GO TO SLEEP

another one if he have enough money he would bring you to a dinner date like yk the expensive one LWNDLWNIDNWOD HE WOULD LOOK GOOD IN SUIT LIKE IMAGINE BAJI KEISUKE IN SUIT OMG HE WOULD LOOK LIKE A GOD OMG

anyways if your date was at a amusement park he would make sure the both of you ride every ride but stop if you were afraid of it he was worried what is his babie got hurt :((

anyways he always ask his bestfriend about date idea because have noooo fucking idea but Chifuyu and suprisingly Pah-chin gave him the best idea the others have risk and he dont want you to feel like you go to the worse date ever and break up w him :(

he would plan like he really plan and would be lowkey disappointed of himself if his plan didn't go as he planned :(

╰ INTRODUCING YOU TO HIS FRIEND

ok this is the most important thing for him he was lowkey super nervous his friend wouldn't like you

like this mf didn't talk about you in the gc literally everyday hell he even send thousands photo of your dates [ Chifuyu want to make sure he didn't mess up ]

when he bring you to meet his friend damn..... this mf was sweating bullet then when his friend and you were getting he let out a relief sigh

Chifuyu and Kazutora just look at him w the "why are you nervous? we literally know everything about her and she make you happy why are you nervous?" look

all of you would hangout together in including Emma and Hina

would lowkey get jealous if you were a little too closer to one of his friend but also happy?!??

╰ SLEEP OVER

sleep over w him would be chaotic also every about him was lowkey chaotic but we love him anyways ;)

ok so he would be the type of boyfriend that ask you about skin care landksnxksbx

oh oh you would be watching some of his fav movie [ it was all lowkey about animal ]

and he would bring snack y'all wont sleep because both of were high on sugar LWNDKSNXKDNO

what else....

OH MATCHING SLEEP WEAR!!!! PAJAMA? HUH WHAT WAS ITS NAME?!?!?!

idk anything about sleep over tbh

╰ IDK LMAO

that type of boyfriend that trust you with his phone like "here's my phone" then just go away like most people would yk be afraid to left their phone to others but him well he put his trust on you and he did not expect you to do the same because he know how hard? it was

OH OH HE WOULD ALSO BE THE TYPE THAT UHHHH WAIT ALNEOEBDIWBDOWNSOWBS THE TYPE THAT DANCE W YOU AT MIDNIGHT RANDOMLY

its canon he's a very good boyfriend so :)

OH OH OH HE ALSO WOULD BE THE TYPE THAT ASK YOU IF HE USE YOUR LIP GLOSS AND KISS YOUR LIPS THEN LICK IT THEN GUESS THE FLAVOUR LIKE WOW LABDKSBXKNSKXBSKXBSLCBSJ

type of bf that hug you then slip his hand under your shirt ;)

!%! © HNEULWH— i did not allow my work to be used or adapted in any form without my permission !#//

[chryzure-archive]

i want you to know that as soon as i finish reading the book i’m reading rn i’m FINALLY going to finish the caraval series, i’ve been putting it off for way too long 😭 I’VE ADDED SO MANY OF YOUR RECOMMENDATIONS TO MY TO BE READ LIST… i want to read the cruel prince and the bone witch as well :3 (at least… i think that’s what it’s called???? IF I’M NOT RIGHT THAT’S A LITTLE EMBARRASSING). but i am humbly extending my own recommendation in case you haven’t read it yet… six of crows. if i tried to describe everything i like abt it we’d be here all day but i feel like it’d be up your alley ^_^ AS FOR MUSIC… what artist have you been listening to a lot lately? what are your fave tamino songs? :3

IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU TO READ IT 👀👀👀 cannot wait for you to meet mistress luck, PLEASE, i need someone to understand my obsession with her 😩 she’s soooo pretty and cool and i wish she were a more important character, ESP SINCE SHE WAS APPARENTLY JACKS’S BESTIE???? why’D WE JST DITCH HER, THEY WERE LITERALLY HOUSEMATES……..

also also also YOU’LL LOVE THE CRUEL PRINCE, i jst KNOW IT. cardan’s such a little bitch and jude’s seething all the time 🖤🖤🖤 i love them. also i have a chrysijacks au for it and i need ppl to understand that it’s actually VERY romantic that chrysi literally kills jacks in that au. i swear it is.

YEAH HEAH YEAH, ITS THE BONE WITCH AND JFKSKCJFKDKSJCJDJDJDDJSMKSKFSKXN SCREAMING CRYING YELLING ETC ETC…… I LOVE THAT SERIES SM, i know i’d already reread it earlier this year BUT i’ve been thinking of rereading it again 😭😭😭it’s jst SO GOOD.

i haven’t gotten the chance to read it, but 👀👀👀 it sounds REALLY good, plus my therapist also recommended i read it, so i’m getting this recommendation frm two ppl i trust w my life. i shall read it as soon as i get my hands on a copy 🥰 (side note: my therapist, who loved six of crows, also loved the bone witch, so 👀 do w that what you will!!!!) BUT YES, I SHALL READ IT SO WE CAN TALK ABT IT TOGETHER. IN DEPTH. i will go to the bookstore this friday to purchase it 😌

HAHA, MOSTLY TAMINO…… yeah, mostly tamino 🤧 him and isaac dunbar, actually!!!! i have ear worms for both of them, even tho they are both VERY different vibes.

FAV TAMINO SONGS ARE:

w.o.t.h (of COURSE, how can i not be obsessed w this song?? i’ve been listening to it nonstop 🖤)

chambers (SO GOOD, same level as w.o.t.h 😭)

cigar !!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMFG I LOVE CIGAR. the way he sings “right then, she kisses my skin/i don’t know what this is or where to begin” *SCREAMING INTO MY HANDS*

fascination. of course 🖤

tummy is so fun :)

seasons…. i love seasons sm.

PERSEPHONE…… juno was stunned i’d never heard it, but it’s an obsession now :)

crocodile!!!!!!!

indigo night, i mean. i mean. come on.

every pore………. WHEW!!!

habibi !!

the first disciple!!

admittedly, i need to listen to more (i am staring enviously at my friend’s tamino vinyl collection 💔💔💔) but i feel like i’d disintegrate on the spot if i listened to tamino for too long because i love his voice too much 😭

[stoatwashere]

shoutout to the guy who's apparently my boyfriend who has showed up in 2 dreams of mine like 1-2 months ago and even tho he doesnt exist he never seems to be able to leave my mind

ight anw here are bulletpoints abt him bc im a simp and proud

- hates getting wet in the rain but danced in the rain with me

- gives the warmest hugs i swear he's an actual human heater

- how does you has the softest and best smelling hoodies

- who likes to boop my nose when i get grumpy

- i hate my nose its an insecurety + he loves my nose its his fav thing abt me = chaos

- whenever i use his hoddies i got sleeve paws bc its so big, which leads to him tying the sleeves together as he jst stares at my nose and boops the living crap out of it

- also hugs me whenever the sleeves are tied bc that way i cant escape

- his hugs last so long

- im melt in hug

- also clings onto me like a koala

- i do that to him too so im not complaining

- who has the actual best sister in the entire world stan her for clear skin

- who's mom makes thE BEST chocolate soufles

- whos dad makes the best like stew or whatever i swear it tastes so amazing words cannot describe-

- who has the most handsome accent ive ever heard

- who literally his voice is softer than room temperature butter

- who's love language is a mix of quality time, gifts and acts of service

- which may i say mans spoils the living shit out of me

- like he literally showers me in gifts like brO I DONT DESERVE THESE LIKE REFUND THEM AND INVEST THE MONEY OR STH

- i envy how soft your hair is like- ajdhsjkf my gosh

- pls he took me out on my dream date like- im gonna cri

- is a cat person and has 2 rescue kittens he found abandoned in a box at the side of the pavement while we were having a walk in an open field

- he took me to a lavender field and just- picnic date. pls i will cry he made brownies w his mom's signature recipe- sdhsfhsf im in love

- he insists on feeding me almost everything that i will consume bc he likes babying me bc im shorter than him-

- like oKAY I GET IT UR OVER 6 FT (6 ft is 182cm btw)

- some how found my fav flowers and gifted a bouquet of them to me on a normal day jUST BECAUSE

- LIKE IT WASNT AN ANNIVERSSARY OR BDAY OR LIKE ANY FUCKING THING HE JST GAVE THEM TO ME bECaUsE???

- like bro deutzia flowers are rare ;-;

- he grew deutzia in his greenhouse ever since then bc theyre pretty hard to find and bc i like deutzia

- pls im so soft

- i liked to hang out in his greenhouse a lot bc it was jst so aesthetically pleasing and the environment was jst so serene and calming

- also the kittens likes to hang out there too and its just always so pretty

- i liked to read there and do like homework and assignments there or jst hangout and stroll around

- sO HE FRIKING MADE THIS ONE AREA JST FOR ME TO CHILL IN???

- LIKE HE SET UP A CHAIR N LIKE COFFEE TABLE THERE FOR ME???

- JUST BECAUSE???

- LIKE HELLO???

- literally everyone i knew hardcore approved of him and liked him as my bf sm i swear i-

- in these dreams (fuck why must this be a dream) i lived in london and so did he (we dont live together)

- my parents didnt live in london bc they live in my native country, his parents live in london tho (but like he doesnt live w em he lives alone as do i)

- hIS PARENT WOULD BE LOWKEY UPSET IF HE VISITS AND I DONT COME WITH HIM

- LIKE ONE TIME HE CAME UP TO ME AND SAID HIS PARENTS SAID THEY MISSED ME AND TOLD HIM TO BRING ME NEXT TIME???

- I- I WAS HAVING EXAMS IM SORRY-

- speaking of exams dude he's so supportive

- like i was studying once and he jst sat there ready to tutor me whenever i needed

- he read my textbooks and studied them jst so he can help me if i needed help T-T

- also his fashion taste was *cheffs kiss*

-yea thats the end of this idk why or how i remember this much (not complaining tho)

- idek his name or face *cries*

- but i do remember that he's a brunette with wavy soft hair and has heterochromia (yknow the diff eyecolours)

- like his eyes are the most gorgeous shades of brown and green ive ever seen

- im in love with someone who doesnt exist bye-

oh and btw writers you are all welcome to use any of these as your writing prompts (jst give credit pls thanks <3)

[thedevilliers]

A list huh? Since it's valentines day, how about a list of your fav royal simblr couples? 👀

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA theres so many ROYAL simblr couples EYE— and when this list is 4 pages long im blaming u. also included some non-romantic relationships BC WHY NOT!!!!

sofia/darien @ who else has these names™ in their story: honestly my honorary parents. if you look back at sofia/darien (did u know their ship name is lowkey Daria LIKE!!!!!! HELLO!!!!!!! meant to stan <3) they've gone through SO MUCH !!! and they have their ups and down and i just <3 i hope they are having A VERY PLEASANT EVENING 😍😍😍

minnie/henry @  cat houseofroyalsims: show me a more healthy relationship on royal simblr!! U CANT!!!!!!!! well theres one more and ill talk about it next BUT!!! they are so cute : ( AND WHEN THEY HAVE THEIR LIL FAMILY 🥺:(((((((((( any space for one more kid ?? its me : D

leo/alice @ kingdomofvellia: DUH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i cant believe i had to wait like 3 months irl for them to get engaged...THE SLOW BURN!! who else did it like this tbh. alice comedy icon too

sophie/andrei @ thevalencianroyals: OK HOLD AWN ths is not alabama valentine's day is LOVE and FRIENDSHIP and sophie is the best mom anyone could ever ask for !!!! AND LIL ANDREI !!! WENT THRU SO MUCH!! AND GUESS WHO !! WAS THEREFOR HIM!! thats right sophie🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

giselle/louis @ u know: omfg the hottest couple ANY SPACE FOR ONE MORE???????????????? they are both hot but they are also both very sweet <3 GISELLES SO PRETTY AND LOUIS TOO bebes when?????

margot/max @ the grimalldis : om a newlywed couple 🥺 i WILL believe max loves margot but if theres one thing I KNOW for sure its that margot does love max sm like dam 😳 another hot couple ive had enough. ONLY HOT COUPLES IN THIS LIST?????

belle/emery @ nina: DUH!! stan bellemery for good skin. while i loved irene very much, she made emery happy and we got ginny bc of her (thank u irene <3), belle is just *chefs kiss* and the slow burn of bellemery almost k worded me. 7 YEARS!!!!! not irl  IN THE SIMS !!!!!!!!!! i cried : ( 🥺🥺🥺

oliver/gabriel @ carmichealroyals: idk id die for these two lil bebes : ( LOOK AT THEM!! WHOLESOME!!!!! but no hannah said lets make every reader sad 😭💔 i love em

mary/edward @ thesimsroyalfam: om another couple that went thru so much :( literally mary was shot. edward was lost for like 4 months during the sim war LIKE???? WHITNEY LET THEM BE HAPPY PLEASE I BEG 😭😭😭. n they are hot

last but not least, the happiest couple. the most perfect couple. THE lich rally best couple of royal simblr no one compares to them im so sorry everyone...............................[drum roll] me and nicholas grimalldi 😍 i will now proceed to recite six hour love poetry to mr grimalldi—

[queenofallimagines]

Girl I love your works so much😌❤️❤️ I was wondering if you could do the captains with a black reader and they got colored braids for the first time and there all surprised thanks 😊 -🍵

Thank you!! This request is godteir 👌🏿 also all my favs in one request? Absolutely

Daichi:

- I have only seen 3 episodes and the final chapter of haikyuu but I love him sm

- This mans is sprung

- Daddy Daichi always is your biggest hype man

- Will make sure you are always wearing your bonnet and your edges are laid

- When you show up in purple and pink braids he’s simping

- Like might as well be Tanaka 2.0 lol

- Offers to lay your edges every morning

- Lives to show you off

- Power couple

- Noya: can we get back to practice-

- Daichi: hold on I gotta make sure this pic of them for their finsta

- If you do them in sailor moon buns he will cry

- You’re so cute

Kuroo:

- lmfaoo He’s so extra

- Always doing the most

- “Dam royalty only”

- He knows your a baddie and will tell you and everyone else

- Arms permanently around you

- “Dam chibi-Chan you look good”

- Colored braids will kill him

- ‘Heart eyes motherfucker’

- Takes you out on a date all day just to show you off

- Kenma is tired of hearing about it

- Tetsu: they look so good in red tho!!

- Kenma: sir this is a McDonald’s drive thru

- Lev also thinks you’re cute

- Can’t stop staring tho

- Just entranced how beautiful you look

- “Apparently your skin has been kissed by the sun”

- He’s cocky but a total sweetheart about it

Oikawa:

- lmao welcome to the circus

- My favorite clown

- Will always talk about your drip

- Iwaizumi is exhausted

- Okay but if you get teal braids and wear them to his game

- Hahahahah unless👀👀

- He will cry

- Like full in sobbing

- “Wow they love and support me so much and look good doing it?? 🥵🥵”

- He’s whipped

- “I am once again asking for your hand in marriage”

- “Get rid of all your side hoes and we’ll see”

- You have his full undivided attention

- Y’all both are the baddest

- Just expect his fangirls to simp for you too

Ushijima:

- lmao I’m in love with a brick wall

- He’s not indifferent to how you look but he doesn’t know how to express his feelings

- But you make his heart dance dance revolution

- So when you pop up to practice in purple braids it’s a wrap

- He just shuts down

- Tendou is laughing

- Bluntly unaware

- “What did you do to your hair?”

- “Oh I wanted a change of pace so I got purple.”

- “......you look very attractive.”

- Lol no filter at all

- Side note goshiki is your kid and he thinks you look bomb

- If you’re the manager he will be slightly cocky about it

- “My s/o is cheering for me. Is yours?”

- 💀💀💀 he says anything BC like who is gon beat his ass??

- Not a soul

- In private he will deal out more compliments

- Offers to massage your scalp if your braids are tight enough to pull your hairline back

- Scalp kisses🥺🥺🥺

- He’s such a good boy

Bokuto:

- The ringleader of the circus

- He’s so energetic

- Hope you have the energy to deal

- BC he’s hype all the time

- “You look so good!!”

- Won’t touch your hair BC he knows it’s probably tender but he will help oil your scalp

- “My baby looks so cute with her night hat on🥺🥺”

- Will wake up before you just to make sure it stayed on through the night

- Keji is exhausted from hearing about it

- But when he sees you he’s like “oh I get it now”

- Will kiss you all over your face

- King of love and affection

- Will brag to strangers in the streets LMAO

- “You see my lock screen? It’s my beautiful Melaninated partner?”

- “You ain’t gotta flex on me like that”

- “I literally just breathed bo.”

[heytherejulietx]

Fangs and Jughead for the character ask game ❤️

fangs fogarty

what i love about them?

everything. literally everything omg i love him so much. he’s the token himbo serpent and i just love his energy so much, especially for s2/s3. he’s always super funny and i love how loyal he is to the serpents. also he’s super attractive aksjqdjwjs

what i hate about them?

that he got shot and almost died how dare he do that >:(

favourite moment / quote?

probably when him and sweet pea were plotting to bomb riverdale high over the fight with the bulldogs LMAO @leebydeeby either that or how he turned into an absolute dilf this season because ohmyGOD

what i would like to see more focus on?

hmm maybe his backstory? like where’s he from, who’s his family. also more of his friendship with sweet pea because we’ve seen it once this season and i miss it.

what i would like to see less focus on?

his relationships. it was going well and then it wasn’t. he doesn’t have to be in a relationship at every second just let him be single or in a stable relationship just pick one ras

favourite pairing with?

me uh kevin (pre s5 and not including s3 gross cult plot)

favourite friendship?

sweet pea

notp?

i don’t have one for fangs tbh just nothing super ooc

favourite headcanon?

anything that me and @former-sl-ash-er have come up with LMAO. one of my favs is that fangs (and the other serpents) look after jb terribly and get her a serpent jacket etc…

jughead jones

what i love about them?

just akdjwjdjs everything????? he’s so perfect and like suits every single style and he’s romantic and i LOVE HIM SM bestest boy in town

what i hate about them?

how he gave archie too many chances to be his friend because he broke them every time

the alcoholic / drug / jessica plotline

basically post s5 jughead lmao if you can’t tell i hate this season

favourite quote / moment?

penny skinning scene

“hey there juliet”

any and all banter with brett LMAO i love them sm

also any and all banter with veronica

also the scene when he sees jellybean again 🥺

what would you like to see more focus on?

jughead with his family. there’s no way he went years without speaking to fp or jb i wanna see them all together again :(

what i would like to see less focus on?

the entire drug plotline. it’s gross.

favourite pairing with?

betty 🥰

favourite friendship?

toni

notp?

archie 🤢

favourite headcanon?

he’s actually an absolute fucking BABY. like if he gets a cold he’ll whine, or he’ll complain about everything to betty if she’ll listen, and he pouts ALL THE TIME. but it makes him cuter and i love him <3

character ask meme

[propsandmayhems]

Can you use the prompt “Can I kiss you?” with your favorite ship?

omg literally thank you sm anon because this was so much fun to write!! i got this ask and immediately started writing!!! i did blackdale which is not my fav ship ever but i just was so inspired so i hope u like 

i also posted on ao3 since it ended up being so long 

“Can I kiss you?”

Lucie Herondale x Jesse Blackthorn 

Lucie Herondale should be happy. 

For the first time in over a year, everything was going well. They had defeated Belial and Tatiana. Her brother and her parabatai were happily married. Matthew had quit drinking and was beginning to heal. She and Grace had successfully returned Jesse back to life and convinced the Clave it was done by Belial, not by their own involvement in black magic. She still had her family, her friends, her Marks, and was learning more about her powers with the help of her Uncle Jem. 

Yet there was still something missing. 

Upon his return to life, the Clave - in an uncharacteristic act of generosity - had given Chiswick House to Jesse. For the past three months, he had holed himself up in the great stone pile, working to attempt to return the grand house to its former glory. 

The first month after she and Grace brought Jesse back, Bridget had begrudgingly driven Lucie out to Chiswick House every day. She would bring all sorts of offerings - new books; freshly baked jam tarts; perfectly sharpened daggers and even a brand new sword, the blade stamped with a ring of thorns that matched the pattern on his locket, which she had ordered in from Idris. Jesse would always meet her at the front door, attempt to refuse the gift, finally accept and then bid her goodbye. That first month, he never once invited her in. 

But Lucie Herondale was nothing if not persistent. 

The second month, he continued his work on Chiswick House. One day, the carriage came to an abrupt stop in front of a newly installed wrought-iron gate. “Well, this is new,” Lucie heard Bridget drawl from the driver’s seat. Hopping down from the carriage, Lucie took in the new gate, black metal soaring up into the gray London sky. On the very top of the gate, curving bars formed the words ‘Blackthorn Hall.’

“I’ll walk up from here, Bridget,” Lucie called over, while quickly scribbling an open rune on the metal. Slipping through the gate, she made her way up the stone drive, her boots lightly crunching the rock under her foot. 

Looking around, Lucie could tell that Jesse had already made wonderful progress with the house. The front lawn was manicured and free of the overgrown weeds that had overtaken the hedges along the drive. Despite it being a dreary day, the white stone facade of the house even seemed to shine brighter. 

Lucie had made it to the door and before she could take the knocker in her hand, it swung open. Jesse stood on the threshold, black hair tumbling in front of his eyes. He was in shirtsleeves, as he nearly always was when Lucie visited. Lucie couldn't bring herself to be scandalized, since she had grown so used to seeing him in shirtsleeves in his ghostly form. He wore no tie and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, showing the entire curve of his throat and his un-Marked skin. “I was in the study and I saw you walking up the drive…” he began, and then wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion. “Where’s your carriage?”

“At the front gate. Bridget and I stopped to admire the new gate you installed. ‘Blackthorn Hall?’” She asked, to which a blush rose up on his cheeks. It still startled her to see him with colour on his face. 

With a small smile, he nodded, “yes. Do you like it?” 

“I do,” she grinned and then held up the basket she had carried up. “I brought you scones.”

“Oh,” he said, flatly. Lucie’s smile fell, and he hurriedly added, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a scone.” 

“You’ve never had a scone?” She exclaimed. “How can you even consider yourself an Englishman?” 

He laughed - a beautiful, sonorous laugh - and then looked at her for a moment. “Would you like to come in for tea?” He finally asked. 

“I would love that,” she smiled. Jesse stepped aside to let her and the scones into the house, closing the door behind her. 

Jesse led her through the foyer and up the staircase, then down a hall and into a drawing room. Although the wallpaper and decor in the room were dated, the wood of the furniture was polished to a shine, and the dust that had previously coated the walls had been cleaned away. A fire was roaring in the hearth, battling away the dampness of the cool, November day. Above the mantle, the sword she had brought Jesse was balanced on two pegs. 

“Oh,” she breathed when her eyes caught the blade. Noticing what she was looking at, a flush traveled up his exposed neck and settled on his cheeks. “I am so glad that you like it.”

“I-” he began and abruptly stopped, his face morphing into an expression she was unable to identify. “Maybe you should go,” he said suddenly. Lucie’s face scrunched up in confusion as he stepped back from her. “If anyone found out you were here, just the two of us… you would be ruined.”

Lucie huffed. “Not like there are hordes of men knocking down the doors of the Institute asking for my hand in marriage anyways, Jesse.” 

Watching his shoes intently, he took another step backward. “Please, Lucie, just go.” 

“Fine,” she replied sharply, dropping the basket of scones on the conversation table on her way out. 

After that, Lucie did not return to Blackthorn Hall. She hadn’t heard from Jesse in nearly two months. Now, Lucie watched from across the ballroom as her parents greeted the families arriving for the annual Christmas ball. Faces seemed to blur by her - the Wentworths, the Townsends, the Pouncebys. 

Then Jesse Blackthorn walked through the ballroom doors. Lucie was convinced her heart truly stopped beating. He was dressed immaculately; all his clothes were obviously new and flawlessly tailored. His dancing oxfords were unscuffed and the black of his tailcoat was balanced by the crisp white of his waistcoat. He was a perfect picture in black and white, the only color in the entire image being the green of his eyes - which were fixed on Lucie.

When their eyes met, Lucie’s heart restarted at triple-time. All but ignoring her parents’ greetings, he moved across the room to Lucie with purpose. Too fast and not soon enough, he was standing close enough for her to reach out and touch him. But the memory of the way he had told her to leave flickered in the back of her mind. “What are you doing here?” She asked, crossing her arms across the red bodice of her gown. 

“Well, the entire Enclave is invited to the Christmas ball, and I am a member of the Enclave.” He pointed out, to which Lucie rolled her eyes. He took a small step closer to her and continued, “is there a place we can talk, privately?”

Lucie looked around. Many were watching them, as Jesse wasn’t exactly covert in making his way over to her. A small voice in her brain was screaming no, you will be absolutely ruined! You will never be married as is, you are only making it harder for yourself! But her heart was thumping out the sound of Jesse’s name. She nodded, “yes. Follow me.” 

With a relieved smile, Jesse followed her down the same hall that led to the games room and into one of the lesser-used withdrawing rooms. A fire had not yet been started in the room and the air was frigid, causing goosebumps to rise up on Lucie’s arms. After closing the door, Jesse turned to face her. In the witchlight that illuminated the room, the green of his eyes was the same colour as the canopy of trees in Brocelind Forest. “I’m sorry,” he started, moving closer to her. “I am truly sorry for the way I acted these past few months, and especially the last time you came to visit me. May I be frank with you, Miss Herondale?” 

Lucie swallowed and nodded, unable to form words. 

He took another small step closer to her. “You have permeated every inch of my mind. I see the colour of your eyes in the sky and the curl of your hair in the branches of trees. I hear your voice narrating the books I read. When I try a new food, I find myself wondering if you like it. When I manage to sleep, I dream of you. That first month… every day you came to my door and it was all I could do to not gather you in my arms, to feel your warmth. You risked everything for me - you could’ve had your marks stripped! I am not worth what you could’ve lost.” 

She stared up to him, blue eyes wide. “I knew exactly what could’ve happened to me and I chose to take the risk. Because I care about you. I care for you in a way I have never cared for anyone else.” Gathering her red skirts, she moved towards him. “I, of course, would have done the same thing for my family or my parabatai; but I feel for you in a different kind of way. I can’t explain it, but some part of me just longed to have you beside me - to be able to reach out and touch you.” Tentatively, Lucie extended her arm across what little space was left between them. Laying her hand gently over his shirt-clad chest, she felt his newfound warmth for the first time. She remembered how cold he had been when he had been a ghost. But now, the heat from his skin radiated from under his shirt, warming the chill from her skin in the frosty room. “Is this okay?” She asked, and he nodded slowly. 

“Lucie…” He began, searching her blue eyes with his own green pair. “I just fear I will never be what you deserve. I am not a man with any sort of honor. I live in a house tainted by years of demonic activity. I cannot even bear marks like a real Shadowhunter.” 

“It is not up to you to decide what I deserve,” she said. She meant to sound menacing, but her voice came out as barely above a whisper. Unblinking, Jesse reached up and caressed her cheek. 

The heat from his hand on her cheekbone sent sparks of fire all the way down to her toes. Lucie let her eyes flutter close and leaned further into his touch. He was warm, so so warm, almost burning hot. She quickly forgot the lack of fire in the room. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, thumb drifting over her lips.

“Yes,” she breathed, and in an instant, she was gathered up in his arms. The hand that had been resting on her cheek moved to cup her neck, sending jolts of lightning down her spine. Jesse partially bent down and partially pulled her up to him, connecting their lips. Lucie’s mind whirred with the softness of Jesse’s lips on hers, his hand on her neck, his other hand grasping at the silk bodice of her dress. I can finally write the perfect kissing scene! She thought with joy, then realized, wait… am I supposed to be doing something? 

Slowly, she lifted her arms up around Jesse’s neck, coming to rest at the edge of the collar of his tailcoat. Wisps of his black hair brushed against her fingers. She turned her head slightly, allowing herself better access to move her lips gently against Jesse’s without clacking their teeth together. 

Raising herself further on her tip-toes, she brought herself closer to Jesse. His hand at her waist encircled her tighter, bringing her body flush against his. Every one of her nerves was alight with the feeling of him surrounding her. His scent, his warmth, his taste. Lucie had never even considered that you would taste the person you were kissing! She had never liked the flavor of mint tea before, but she loved the way it tasted on Jesse’s lips. 

Unexpectedly, Jesse removed his lips from hers. Dipping his head down, he laid kisses along her exposed collarbone. “You are my shining light,” she felt him murmur against her skin, his breath hot and his body alive. 

She squeezed her eyes shut. She thought if she tried hard enough, maybe she could just melt into his touch and completely lose herself in the warmth of his embrace. 

A quick rap at the door of the withdrawing room caused them to spring apart from each other. “Lulu?” her father’s voice called from the other side of the door. “Are you in here?” 

 She looked to Jesse in panic and then quickly remembered that Jesse was very much visible to everyone now. However, if Will walked in and saw the state they were in, Jesse was very likely to return to his previous ghostly mode of being. “Yes, I’m here! I just came in to… fix my shoe.” 

“Cariad…” He sighed, and she could picture her father pinching the bridge of his nose. “I saw you come back here with Jesse Blackthorn.” 

“Jesse Blackthorn? I led him to the games room, you could see if he is there if you need him.” 

The door handle jiggled. “Open this door or I will.” 

Lucie looked to Jesse with a sheepish smile. He had an unreadable look on his face as he reached out to gently stroke her cheek before turning and moving towards the door. Lucie watched him brace himself as he pulled the door open, expecting to face the pure fury of William Herondale. 

Instead, her father was grinning from ear to ear, with Tessa by his side. “See, Tess, I told you! She was not visiting Chiswick House every day just to ‘lend the support of the London Institute.’”

“Papa!” Lucie threw her hands up. Jesse looked as if he was about to faint. 

Tessa rolled her eyes and waived off her husband. “Yes, yes. I always thought it would be Matthew, but you were right, as always.” 

Lucie gaped at her parents. “Were you two betting on who I would marry?”

  “Yes,” Will shrugged nonchalantly. Tessa nodded in agreement

Taking her husband by the arm, Tessa began to drag Will back towards the main ballroom. “Come along then, dear. I left Gabriel in charge of greeting the guests.” 

Will looked at his wife, completely dismayed, and then the two dashed down the hall and back towards the ballroom. 

Jesse turned to her, still frightfully pale. “Marry?”

Her mouth went dry. “I… I didn’t mean - I don’t expect -” she stammered, fidgeting under his green gaze. 

 Slowly, a smile spread across his face. “It would be my absolute honor.”