#only if you find him to be the prettiest 😌

[synintheraven]

Really important matter here but uhm me and @lord-aldhelm we're trying to prove a point here so please choose the one you think it's the prettiest 😌

(votes are anonymous okay so feel free to vote!! Just be honest ;)

[chuluoyi]

Hi Chuu!

Been thinking about Satoru with his wife, despite being married for years and having a toddler....still having those flustered moments whenever he sees her doing something. Like she could just be sitting down on the couch reading and he'd have a sudden heart attack like a teenage boy all over again....

He's been with her through it all yet even mundane things manage to turn the renowned sorcerer into a puddle for her.

And his wife also being the same, especially seeing him and baby Gojo interact?? Oh she's a highschool girl all over AGAIN. Seeing him act silly makes her so flustered.....

Married couple who've been together for so long yet still so sweet to each other <3

- 🏵️ Anon

rosette nonnie that’s like the true core of LE🥹 like the simplest thing the reader does will make gojo squeal inside alright—

“lalala~” you are just dusting your desk and humming to yourself when he passes by and stops on his tracks.

it’s been years since your wedding, and you’re undoubtedly and irrefutably his. still, it makes gojo giddy to find you bright-eyed for the day— it’s his cute little wifey! living so happily by his side😌 it means he succeeds as a husband!

you turn to him with one raised eyebrow when you realize his gaze. “what?”

“hmm, nothing~ my wife is the prettiest in whole world!”

“…weirdo.”

and for you, over the years, you learn to put up with some of gojo’s weird quirks and most of them become a normalcy.

however, one thing that gets your heart so full is seeing him playing with your son and using that baby voice.

“why are you so cute?” your husband gazes right into your baby’s eyes and squeezes his cheeks. “my little minion, hurry and grow up~”

your precious treasure together. gojo from years ago will bully kids to tears but now… he is such a softie for your baby and you know should you be blessed with more, he’ll only love them more.

so you know that even through bad days to come, both of you will be more than fine as you’ll go through it together.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Pretty like the sun

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a/n: the follow up chapter AND This is pretty like the wind series spin offs. This can be read as standalone all you need to know is that Azriel has two adoptive kids with OC - Zofie and Axel. Future stories related to them might include stories specifically decided to Azriel hence why I am taging it as Azriel story too. Don't come at me please. ✨ We have Az pov in this😌

warning: mention of labor, past trauma that's all. I think...

They are of age in this story. Young adults!

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Nyx's POV:

The side lake cabin was where Nyx had taken her. He wasn't sure why that place was the first thing that came to his mind. But it was the furthest place from Velaris and something deep within Nyx screamed that they had to get away. Wrong choices you are making, my boy. Nyx tightened the muscles in his jaw. It was an odd feeling. Having her here was both a relief and a worry.

Zofie was, as Nyx had come to learn, pretty out of it. Most of the time, when her power flared up, she would be left drained and emotionless. Just starting at something ahead of her, till her mind regained enough strength. Nyx still remembered when Rhys brought both her and Axel from the sanctuary. She whined from the pain her body had been in. When Madja and everyone else had left, Nyx had reached up to take her hand. His veins had turned inky black as an overwhelming wave of emotions crashed into him. He had pulled away at first, worried that he had done something wrong, but the frown on Zofie's forehand had eased. It had taken him one look at his palm to know. So he sat there for hours, holding her hand, till his bones ached. Till the light pink sheen returned to her skin.

Nyx had taken her straight to the bathing chamber. With one flick of his wrist, the hot water was pouring out of the installations on the wall. He shrugged his jacket off, not too keen on getting the leather wet. But... Nyx, you're walking on eggshells. But you felt like a cube of ice in his hands. He had tried to keep a conversation going as he flew, but she didn't respond, not even once. So he let her listen to the sound of the wind without any distractions. Now he pushed Zofie backwards carefully. Hands holding her forearms to steady her. The warm water crashed over her. Soaking her hair and body. She let out a deep breath. As if coming up for air. Her hands clasped his biceps. "Nyx," she breathed out, and fuck if it wasn't the prettiest sound. He hated when others called out for him. But not her. He could listen to... Nyx! He carefully brushed some of her black hair away from her face, tilting her head up so he could see her eyes. She blinked up. The black still rimmed the very edges of her golden eyes. "I'm here, Sunny; I've got you," he muttered, bringing her closer to his chest. Zofie's arms snaked around his torso as warm water crashed over them both. Their clothes stuck to their skin. Nyx's shirt cringed to his toned body, leaving very little to the imagination as the white material got translucent. His hands made quick work of Zofie's skirt. Her soaked skirt had to be heavy. So his hands made quick work of the buttons and string before the material hit the floor with a thud. Nyx, for fuck sake... His eyes didn't linger. Well, they did. But only for a moment as her toned legs came into view. Self-induced torture—that's what this was. But he pushed all of his thoughts aside. Letting the water drown it out too.

Neither of them had an idea of how long they stayed there. The room was fogged up and so humid that water was trickling down the walls. Their fingers had grown pruney, and Nyx managed to shift in the meantime, with no wings on display now. Zofie blinked a couple of times, pulling her face back from Nyx's chest. Her findings trailed down his side. Side. She could see the ink covering his ribs. Ink she hasn't seen before... And then the most beautiful golden eyes finally met Nyx's purple ones. "When did you get this?" Zofie's dainty fingers touched the damp material, right where you could just about make out the new tattoo. "Are you checking me out, Zof?" , Nyx teased as his eyes too fell on the new addition. Zofie let out a huff, "I'm not, but..." her eyes didn't leave the somewhat flower-resembling line work. "You used to tell me about things like this." And he did. They talked a lot when they could.

It of course changed a lot when he had to go to the camp so they could train, but... How was he meant to say that he was miserable the second time they had to go back? He was so fed up, and all he could think of was her and Axel had laughed at him and...

"We stole a couple of bottles of wine in the camp and woke up with these," Nyx admitted. Zofie's eyes grew big. "We... Axel and you?", she questioned. Nyx's lips curled upward. Zofie didn't need to hear him say it; she knew that she was right as it was, "Mom would freak out if she knew." Her voice was low as she shook her head. "Hence why you won't say a word," Nyx booed her nose, making Zofie pull back slightly with a scowl. "Are you okay to step out?", Nyx asked softly, his hands still holding her. He watched as Zofie slowly realized where they were. Water. Steam. Her frozen body feels limber. So she simply nodded her head.

They separated to change, but not before Nyx pulled out some of his clothes for Zofie to wear. "We can go back", her soft voice filled the main room of the cabin. This had to be the smallest house his parents owned. All it had was a rather big bathing chamber. A tiny kitchen and the rest of the place was occupied by the bed and huge windows. Nyx said nothing at first as he tossed some more wood into the fire.

"We're not going", his voice was calm and collected. Zofie crossed her arms over her chest and said, "I need to go home. Papa will be mad, and my mom just gave birth; it's not...", she rambled on, clearly getting frustrated by the situation now that her emotions had settled.

"Then why were you by the bank?", Nyx cut in quickly, making the girl in front of him stutter. Her eyes grew wide for a split second before she narrowed them down, "I could ask you the same thing." Here she was. His little flicker. Nyx smirked slightly, "Don't argue with me, darling." Pushing Zofie's buttons was one of his favorite things to do, ever since he learned that he could rile her up enough to make her cheeks heat with crimson he had used it to his advantage. She huffed at the nickname she hated. "Or what? You'll stomp your foot, and your dad will come running," she snarled. That line of frustration took over, but her soft heart was too gentle for this, so the moment the words left her mouth, her palm came up to cover her mouth.

"I'm sorry," Zofie muttered through her fingers. She knew that there were times when the princeling hated his relationship with Rhys. The court. The high lordship had put endless pressure on him while he was left to smile at it all. "My dad has been barking in my head every since I got you here," Nyx admitted as he walked closer to her, "But I ain't bringing you to anyone until you tell me what happened." His tone was soft. It was always soft when he was talking to Zofie. The girl let out a sigh. A deep one. A painful one and Nyx couldn't help but frown.

"Hey, you and I, remember?" The line had been a joke when they were little. The two had plotted to steal the rest of Nyx's birthday cake. It was a ride-or-die kind of deal. But the line stuck. And ever since, it has been Zofie and Nyx. She nodded at his words. But her mother stayed silent - still too exhausted to talk it out.

"Come on, lay down with me," Nyx muttered. He sounded desperate. Zofie shook her head immediately, "We can't. We shouldn't." Nyx knew that she mostly feared his scent mixing with hers. Their parents had lived long enough to catch them if they weren't careful. "Why not, as if I'm going to undress you and kiss you all over?", Nyx muttered with a smirk. Zofie let out a gasp, hitting his chest. "Nyx," she muttered with a chuckle. "I made sure my dad heard that too", he whispered, and Zofie huffed in return. She knew that the high lord's family had mind-to-mind communication. "Nyx, for the love of mother, what sick joy do you have of pissing your uncle off?" She was well aware that both Azriel and Nyx had been snarling at one another for as long as she could remember. But in the past couple of years, it has grown increasingly worse. "Someone needs to keep him on his toes. Uncle Cass and da-Rhys had gone too soft," Nyx shrugged his shoulders as he tugged at Zofie's hand, pulling her closer to the massive bed.

"Come on, I don't bite," he said, urging her to follow him. "I can smell your magic on you," Nyx muttered as she climbed in next to him. She had always been a massive cuddle bug. He had always hated it. His mom had smothered him without stopping. Rhys was no better. The older he got, the more suffocating it became. "Is that bad?", Zofie asked, pushing her long black hair over one shoulder. Nyx loved her hair—not just her hair, but...Nyx, composure tactics?

"You're stressed and sad, so you smell like a rotten grape," he breathed out jokingly. Zofie gaped at him. "Oh, fuck you," she huffed, turning to get out of the bed she had only settled in, but Nyx caught her hand with ease. "I'm kidding, Sunny", he breathed out with a chuckle, she didn't fight him on it. "You're so childish...", "I thought you liked your boys wild," Nyx winked at her, making Zofie shake her head.

"Can you at least let your dad know that we are okay so my mom doesn't have to worry?" His lover girl, aways think of others. Nyx tugged her one more time, enough this time for her to settle against his chest. "Believe me, he knows." Nyx was rather surprised as to why Rhys hadn't shown up. It would take him no effort to winnow here. His wards were triggered when Nyx entered the cabin, so the high lord wouldn't even have to spend time wondering where they went.

"When are you going back?", Nyx drew his attention back to the girl when her voice filled the quiet space. He also knew what she meant. Back to the camp. If not for YN going into labor, they wouldn't have been back at all. They still had a week there before the break. "Not sure; family emergencies can earn you a couple of days," he breathed out. The weight of Zofie against his chest felt so soothing. She nodded against his chest. Her eyes were no longer open. Her body slowly eased, and once her last bits of self-restraint began to fade, Nyx felt that overwhelming pinch, and the emotions that slipped past her shields poured right into him. Nyx closed his own eyes, letting the sensation ease. "That will do," Zofie muttered, her hand moving to lay on his side, right over the tattoo she had discovered today. "It'll have to, sunshine. We will have to make it count," Nyx muttered, leaning to press a loving kiss to her forehead before the two drifted off to sleep.

Azriel's POV:

He had been on edge for a while. You had been laboring for the past two days before the baby was finally here. No one had prepared Azriel for the fear that would be eating him alive while he watched you labor. You were a fighter. Always had been, but even you couldn't hide the agony. The white, cotton-like snow fell heavily on the grass outside. Such a calm season for such madness to be unfolding. Never had he thought that he would have a winter baby.

Azriel felt so fulfilled as he held Novie in his arms. A father. He felt so blessed to be in a position where you two could conceive. You both knew your chances of getting pregnant were higher based on the fact that you both had Illyrian blood running through your bodies. At least partly. Hence practically no trouble doing so, and well, the practice weeks, as Azriel loved to call them, hadn't stretched all that far.

Now she was here, and she was perfect. Another perfect girl. Her tiny, black-feathered wings were tucked against her back. She was a perfect mix of you both. Azriel had held her for hours before he made his way downstairs. With you asleep and the baby in Axel's arms, he needed a moment to breathe and eat, considering that he hadn't swallowed a single bite in quite a while. That's when he found his mother with troubled eyes. Cassian was standing there too. The protector within the spymaster stirred. And all hell broke loose when Cassian finally spoke.

"Rhys, I swear to fucking holy mother," Azriel had winnowed straight to the river house. "Pour yourself some scotch," Rhys pushed the glass bottle toward his brother. He would celebrate the birth of his daughter if his first daughter wasn't missing. "Fuck yourself with your scotch," Azriel growled, leaning forward. Rhys held his gaze before bursting into fits of giggles, "Well, aren't you a walking ray of sunshine?"

Azriel growled. He wondered how he would cover up the murder of the high lord if he had to and who would side with him when his last straw would break. "Tell him to bring her back," Azriel pointed a warning finger at Rhys. His nephew had gone too far. Way too far. It was one thing to bump into Zofie. Another thing was to kidnap her. Well, he hadn't kidnapped her exactly, but it was close to it. Semantics.

"Azriel," Rhys breathed out. "They are safe," the high lord said reassuringly. "She's safest with me," Azriel bit back, feeling the anger simmer. Zofie had never done something like this. Hasn't just taken off running. What if she couldn't control her powers? What if something bad had happened? And what had happened to make her do something like this?

"Well, considering that she ran away," like a bull's eye, Rhy's words hit the target. "Don't you give me shit for it," Azriel growled every word in a warning, his wings spreading behind him, and Rhys instantly stood to match him. God, if you were here, you would call them fucking peacocks.

"Yn is asleep; she won't know that Zofie isn't spending a night in the house," Rhys said firmly. And fucking thankfully, you were asleep because there was no way Azriel was going to let you worry about this. This had to be fixed. Fixed before you felt that something seemed off.

"Rhys," Azriel pleaded this time. "Azriel, Nyx will never do anything to hurt her, and you know it," Rhys said in his deep, high-lord tone. No more games; he was just as pissed. "They are too young," Azriel muttered. Yes, they were almost certain the two of them were mates. Rhys had said that he saw the bond flicker a couple of times. But they were too young. This was moving too fast. Zofie had just had her first bleed. No way was Azriel letting that boy toy snatch her off like that. And who even knew if he was serious enough about her?

"They are young, yes, but they are both of age to start exploring," Rhys muttered, "Or are you planning on keeping that poor girl in a cage?" The room died down in a heartbeat. Azriel could see that Rhys regretted the last words as soon as they left his mouth. That topic was always gonna be painful for him. The way you were raised. The way you were hurt was always gonna be painful him. And to know that Rhys. Rhys of all people was referring to him in that way. Suggesting that Azriel was off doing the same thing... "Azriel, I'm", but before Rhys could even start to apologize, Azriel was gone.

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[miasmaghoul]

whos the best ghoul cook? do you think they have any weird eating quirks (like water ghouls eating raw fish, mountain chewin on his terra cotta plant pots, fire ghouls needing to eat more bc of higher body temp, anything like that)?

Did I ever tell you guys that I earned a scholarship to culinary school? I couldn't go, but cooking and baking remain passions of mine that I do NOT get to talk about enough.

But now you've given me an excuse >:)

So here, a BUNCH of my cooking (and favorite food) headcanons for the ghouls and Papas alike!

(There's some murder ghoul content here, mostly in Alpha's section - couldn't help myself 😌)

Aeon isn't one for cooking. Loves eating food, certainly, but not making it. He's more of a snacker, partly because it's more convenient but mostly because he doesn't have the attention span to do much more than microwave instant noodles. He's not picky though, will eat whatever is put in front of him as long as someone else has prepared it. Also doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, more of a salty/savory guy. Favorite foods include hot cheetos, thick cut beef jerky (good to gnaw), and whatever appears on his plate at meal times.

Aether is a ghoul of simple tastes. He'll cook when he has the time, but it's going to be one of his four go-to recipes every time. Always some format of protein + starch + veg, with a complementary sauce. He meal preps every weekend after his retirement so he can have easy meals to microwave and eat in the infirmary. Isn't the biggest fan of cooking with company, unless they're willing to stay out of the kitchen and not interrupt his routine. Has a weak spot for bananas. Favorite meal is one-pan roasted chicken, potatoes and asparagus with rosemary and garlic from Mountain’s garden.

Alpha does not cook, wouldn't dream of it. He doesn't even deign to eat human food most of the time, turns his nose up at it when offered. He likes his meat raw, and wants to hunt it himself so he can feel the blood run down his chin. Any prey is fair game - if he finds you in the woods, you'd better hope you can outrun him. (You cannot.) Favorite foods include the flesh and organs of anything with a pulse.

Aurora likes the idea of cooking, but in practice...well, she tries. She's impatient, is the problem - what do you mean simmer for 20 minutes? She's hungry now! She inevitably rushes everything she makes, no matter how much input she gets from the others, and has yet to learn her lesson. She also has a MASSIVE sweet tooth, they can't keep enough sugary snacks in the pantry as far as she's concerned. Favorite foods include spaghetti with butter and cheese (one of the only things she can always get right), boxed brownies and any kind of fruity candy she can get her paws on.

Cirrus can cook pretty well, if she says so herself, but it's rare that she does it for anyone but herself. She has very particular tastes, and doesn't want to have to adapt them for others. She loves organ meat and bitter vegetables, enjoys the intensity of those flavors while the smell alone keeps most of the others away. Oh well, more for her! She'll eat anything thats made for her though, especially if its served on a silver platter by someone on their knees. Favorite foods (aside from the aforementioned organs) mostly include healthy things like fresh fruit and veggies, steamed shellfish and lean meat.

Cumulus is more of a baker than a cook, but enjoys any time spent in the kitchen either way. She's the type to make a day of it, in her comfiest clothes with music playing while she dances in front of the stove. Her food is never the prettiest, but it's made with love and tastes so much better for it. Her favorite things to bake are cookies and pies, but she doesn't eat many sweets herself. Prefers seeing the others enjoy them. Favorite foods include homemade bread (she has a sourdough starter named Breadly) with lots of butter and flaky salt, anything citrus-forward and wants her proteins heavily spiced (not spicy, she has a low tolerance, but loves the fragrant flavors of herbs and spices).

Dewdrop doesn't advertise it, but he's one of the best ghouls to have in the kitchen. His precision and attention to detail are second to none, and while it doesn't make him particularly fun to share a kitchen with it does make him an outstanding cook. He likes very intricate, involved recipes because he can use them to showcase his skills (and earn a whole bunch of praise at the dining table as a bonus). Loves spicy food, which everyone assumes is due to him now being a fire ghoul, but he's actually always enjoyed a good burn. Favorite foods include any meat served on the bone, fermented foods (kimchi and sour pickles especially) and anything smoked.

Ifrit does not know how the stove works. He survives on protein bars and any leftovers he can pilfer from the abbey kitchens. Food is not a thing he's super interested in, just takes what he needs to fuel himself, and would rather follow in Alpha's footsteps anyway. He likes to hang out at the lake every now and then with Mist, though - she'll pop up from the water every now and then with a nice plump trout to toss his way, which he will roast with his bare hands. Doesn't really have a favorite food, but does like crunchy things.

Mist, if she isn't sharing her spoils with Ifrit, will keep her catch for herself. She's small enough that one good-sized lake fish will tide her over for the day. She does prefer them raw and whole, always a bit on the feral side, but she can be convinced to join the others for sushi if the offer arises. Favorite foods include anything alive and not poisonous in the lake, and cookie dough ice cream (don't tell anyone).

Mountain is overall considered to be the best cook amongst the ghouls, and definitely has the goofy apron to prove it. Naturally skilled and adaptable, he enjoys preparing meals for his pack and will do so with anyone that wishes to lend a hand. Usually it's Cumulus or Sunshine, but they all keep him company at one point or another. He grows much of the produce used in their kitchen himself, all of it fresh and delicious, but Mountain does not eat a bite of it. He's a total carnivore - the closest he gets to eating his homegrown goodies is including them in a stew but avoiding them in his own bowl. Favorite foods include rabbit, venison and this one Vietnamese style grilled beef and rice noodle dish that Dew makes.

Omega learned to cook by osmosis, if you ask him. Time spent under three Papas will do thay to a ghoul. He doesn't cook much, but he's excellent at crafting simple, filling pasta dishes that are good for the soul (so to speak). Also treats it as an excuse to drink plenty of the good wine stashed away in the abbey's cellars - blame Terzo for that habit. Favorite meal is fresh pappardelle served with roasted tomatoes, basil and spicy sausage.

Rain doesn't cook if it involves more than the microwave, not because he can't but because he prefers to be waited on. Breakfast in bed, charcuterie plates in the afternoon, specially prepared dinners to make sure he's kept happy - none of it is necessary, but Rain can't help how much he loves being served. Good thing no one minds giving him the royal treatment. He will also indulge in the odd raw fish during a swim, but only does it beneath the surface, away from prying eyes. Favorite good is soup, any kind, but he prefers brothy ones over thick or creamy styles. If he had to pick a single favorite varitey, it would be miso.

Swiss is only allowed in the kitchen because he's good with a knife. He can burn through prep work like nobody's business, but that's where his skill set ends. He's caused one too many greasefires to he trusted at the stove, and every time he's put something in the oven he's forgotten about it until smoke filled the room and the ghoulettes had to magickally air it out. But he can chop like a food processor, so he gets the knife pass. He's another one that'll eat anything put in front of him, with one exception: eggs. Can't stand them. Favorite foods include red meat served rare, really dark, bitter chocolate and anything with hideous amounts of garlic.

Sunshine is chaos personified in the kitchen. She loves to experiment with flavors and techniques, but has yet to have anything close to a success. Pasta with pesto and pineapple (alliteration is fun), chocolate covered avocado balls (with bacon, because why not), a tuna sandwich made with coconut yogurt instead of mayo (it's healthy!) - these are but a few of the food crimes that have lost her solo access to the kitchens. This girl could burn cereal, and no one wants to see that. She does love to eat though, and will frequently hang out when someone else is cooking so she can sneak bites whatever they're making. Favorite foods include cheese (all kinds), sour candy and all the orchard fresh peaches she can get her hands on.

And for the Papas:

Primo had to learn his way around the kitchen from an early age, thanks to the responsibility of raising his younger brothers falling onto his shoulders. He learned by watching the kitchen staff - a pair of elderly Sisters with so much skill in their gnarled hands that Primo couldn't look away. He never got very good at it, mostly sticking to a handful of reliable dishes that could be made cheap and easily for the three of them. His favorite of the bunch was also the one thing he was best at making - a simple mushroom risotto.

Secondo took to the kitchen like it was second nature, once Primo could trust him to not chop a finger off. Would spend hours poring over cookbooks and learning by doing, eating his own failures so his brothers wouldn't have to. He really enjoyed making simple but hearty comfort foods, lots of rib-sticking braises and stews filled with herbs and veggies from Primo's modest garden. He even cooked the last meal they ever shared together, on that fateful Uno night. It was his favorite, a lasagna constructed from fresh sheets of pasta, homemade ricotta, spinach and a simple tomato sauce, served with roasted garlic focaccia.

Terzo did not get the cooking gene, aside from being able to boil water for his tea. It wasn't a big deal since his brothers picked up the slack, and he decided there were other things that took priority - like music, history and how to retain a full head of hair after age 30. He preferred drinking over eating anyway, mostly saw food as something to put in his stomach to cushion the wine. He was a man of simple tastes, and his favorite thing was a humble sandwich of mortadella, provolone and spicy pickled peppers.

Copia never had to learn to cook, raised by the Clergy and doted on thanks to a not-so-subtle suggestion from Sister Imperator. More than a little spoiled in that sense, he would also go on to be the most worldly Papa in terms of his tastes. So much time spent traveling the world helped to expand his palate, and he got into the habit of sending pictures and descriptions of his favorites back to the abbey so the kitchen staff could figure out how to replicate them. It's impossible for him to pick a favorite, but thanks to so much time spent in LA he does have a real soft spot for Mexican food. Tacos al pastor in particular, but without the cilantro (he has the soap gene).

[theanimeroom]

DREAMING ABOUT…

SFW

💎 bf!baji who wakes you up with a rough “g’mornin princess” right before placing the softest kiss on your forehead

💎 bf!baji who initially tried to kiss you on the lips and only rolled his eyes when you complained about “morning breath”, whatever that is

💎 bf!baji who takes twice as long as you in the shower, yet is still somehow ready before you are.

💎 bf!baji who to your surprise, actually knows his way around a kitchen. the first time he ever made you breakfast your eyes followed him in amazement as he made the best omelette you’ve ever tasted

💎 bf!baji who definitely got into a fight trying to protect you. he couldn’t stand watching you shift in place uncomfortably because the dude in front of you couldn’t take a fucking hint, so he did what he had to do

💎 bf!baji who also apologized to you when you were finally alone, because he would never want to scare you :(

💎 bf!baji who despite his serious and gruff demeanor, is actually quite clumsy and just a little bit dumb 👌🏽

💎 bf!baji who will also ask you “hey babe, have you seen my glasses?” while staring at you through the prescribed lenses 👓

💎 bf!baji who nearly suffocates you at the front door while leaving for work because although he does love his animals at the store, he’d much rather stay home and hover behind you all day 🫶🏽

💎 bf!baji who sends you cute texts at work when there’s no customers because he’s bored :(

come visit me i miss you >:(

bby i’m in class

…and?

💎 bf!baji who adores you in his clothes. when you first started dating, he found it a bit annoying that his favorite shirts and hoodies would go missing, but when he finally saw you wearing one of his old band t-shirts while cleaning? he was putty in your hands

💎 bf!baji who comes home to find you in a pair of shorts and one of his shirts on the couch, and immediately crushed you with his body while smothering you with kisses

💎 bf!baji who pouts when you get out of bed at anytime because he’s tired but can’t seem to go to sleep unless his nose is buried in your hair and his arms have you trapped against him 🥺

💎 bf!baji who will do absolutely anything for you. it doesn’t matter the request, just tell him what to do and he’s got it. order out for dinner tonight? sure thing. you want to watch movies and lay on his chest? he’s at your beck and call. want him to jump off a cliff? just let him know how high bby 😌

NSFW BELOW THE CUT…

NSFW

💎 bf!baji who thinks you’re the prettiest when his cock is shoved down your throat, eyes wide and glassy as you struggle to take all of him. you gag reflexively when your nose bumps his pubic bone, and the sight only makes his jaw clench and dick throb

💎 bf!baji who actually laughs when you beg for him to slow down his thrusts, your words only inspiring him to move faster because why would he stop when you make such pretty noises?

💎 bf!baji who groans low and deep in your ear, sending shivers straight down your spine and between your legs. he’ll never tell you that he does it on purpose, just to feel the way your thighs tighten around him and pull him in closer

💎 bf!baji who definitely didn’t get a mirror installed above his bed so he could get a good view of you from all angles :)

💎 bf!baji who eats you out like a mad man. if your hands weren’t tied to the headboard then they were laced in his hair, yanking on bundle after bundle as you tried to simultaneously push him away and bring him closer

💎 bf!baji who openly admits to loving getting his hair pulled, and sends a shockwave of vibrations against your clit every time you tug a little harder than necessary

💎 bf!baji who partakes in the nastiest make out sessions. wherever you are, if he manages to get his lips on yours, expect his tongue to be exploring your mouth while you attempt to keep his straying hands at bay

💎 bf!baji who will spit in your mouth before pressing his tongue against yours again. you haven’t gotten the chance to breath in a while and once you finally manage to pull away, there’s a trail of saliva connecting your lips. like i said, n a s t y.

💎 bf!baji who is very much banned from PDA because you’re tired of scarring the old ladies that are shopping in the clothing aisle at walmart

💎 bf!baji who can say the most vile shit in bed. you knew the man wasn’t one for niceties, but you couldn’t stop your cunt from clenching around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the filth he spewed your way

“aww, what’s wrong baby? i thought you said you could take it?” “uh uh, don’t run from me. you asked for this, now take my cock like a good little cocksleeve.” “oh? did you like that baby? your cunt just squeezed around me so tight- fuck.”

💎 bf!baji who isn’t super vocal in bed, unless he’s close to coming. the most you could usually get out of him was a slightly strained grunt, which he did on purpose, but when you caught him on the right day, he would slur profanities into your ear, much to your happiness

“please baby, fuck.” “keep fucking me like that,” “you feel so fucking good wrapped around me…” “shit, just like that princess” “you’re gonna make me come.”

💎 bf!baji who wasn’t too keen on using toys in the bedroom, until he watched your legs shake for the umpteenth time as he held your vibrator against your overly sensitive clit. he wasn’t sure what exactly enthralled him the way it did, but he was willing to continue experimenting until he figured it out

💎 bf!baji who definitely fucked you in the back of his store while chifuyuu helped out a customer. the boy knew exactly what was happening the moment you two snuck into the storage area, his face turning beet red as he rung up a 10lb bag of dog food

💎bf!baji who is a bit of an exhibitionist, but let someone try and take a peek at you without his permission and watch how fast you lose the ability to use your eyes

💎 bf!baji who will choke you until you’re blue during one round, then hold your hand while moaning about how good you feel the next. there’s never a dull moment with this one

💎 bf!baji who makes you worried that the next time you look in the mirror after having sex, there will be a bald spot waiting to surprise you with how rough he pulls on the locks when giving you back shots

💎bf!baji who’s favorite position is doggy. that’s it. that’s the tweet.

💎 bf!baji who doesn’t stop until you’re sweaty, weak and begging for a few minutes to rest. luckily enough for you, those few minutes were all baji needed to slip into a deep slumber until the next morning when he’ll just wake up and start again :)

[devildomditzy]

Happy (late) Valentine’s Day! 💌

I will be your little messenger of a dose of Mammon x MC content 😌 Based on your votes from the valentine’s day poll 💘

🚨🚨This should be fixed now! God that was more stressful then it needed to be. Tungle dot com is a broken site.

Part one of two 💛💐��

Triggers/Warnings/Content Tags: Fem reader, Smut lies ahead (mainly in part two lol gotta keep you on your toes), dom-ish Mams, a little ooc

This work is +18 plus! Minors, shoo!

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He wanted to be romantic.

He really did.

He had done everything right tonight. He had planned for weeks, saving up from his modeling gigs and occasional side jobs just for you. He laid (some form of demonic, yet perfectly safe once pulled apart) flower petals in a trail leading you into his room and up the stairs to his car where he was waiting for you, presents in hand.

Bouquets, chocolates, those little weird jelly filled sweets you loved so much for some damn reason that he thinks are disgusting.

A box that contained a shining gold necklace with his initial on it which he delicately clipped around your neck. A stunning outfit to wear to your dinner reservations tonight.

He took your hand and walked you to the passenger side door, opening it and helping you in, careful to not mess up your perfect hair which he had asked Asmo to do as a distraction while he got everything ready for you.

He thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, even on your bad days. But, Diavolo help him there was just something about you getting all dolled up for him that made his greed roar to life inside his chest.

He’d opened your door when you both arrived, walked you in on his arm, pulled your chair out for you, you know- all that chivalrous bullshit Lucifer instilled into him, but you seemed to like it so it was worth it.

He really wanted to be romantic.

There was just one oversight he hadn’t quite thought out.

Eyes. Everyone’s in fact, glued to you from the moment you walked in. And while normally he loved to show off his various valuables and treasures, he’s torn between letting you experience the evening he had planned out for the both of you, or picking you up right now and hightailing it out of here to somewhere more private, just so he’s the only one who can see you looking like this.

The waiter catches him off guard as he’s lost in thought, and he quickly agrees with whatever demonus recommendation he made to get him to scurry away. You shoot him a worried glance, and he almost feels bad for letting his mind wander away from this moment. Almost.

You reach a tentative hand out to lay atop his that nervously drummed against the table. “Mams, everything okay?”, you question.

“Hmm? Yeah, fine. Just peachy.”

He doesn’t mean to be short with you, and he knows you can see through any facade he attempts to throw up, but you seem to let him get away with this one, making a small “hmm” at him and looking back towards the menu.

How could he think about eating at a time like this? The only thing he wants to do is rip the throats of everyone in here who dared to even look at you-

“Have you been here before? What’s good? Or you know, what’s something I’ll find at least half edible?”, you giggle at him, flashing your bright, beautiful smile. The one that makes his head spin and his thoughts run blank. You really outta cut that out, ya know.

You let him order for you, and he orders the same, too lost in his thoughts to care about dinner. He couldn’t care, not when he’s busy catching the eyes of every asshole that was gawking at you, meeting their stares with a steely glare that looks if to say “don’t even dare”.

The night goes on without a hitch, and he finds himself easing back into conversations with you, simmering down from his jealous height with the help of your calming presence. He didn’t wanna ruin tonight for you after all- This was all about having fun and relaxing, getting away from the others so he can let loose with his emotions a bit, let you know how he really feels.

He’s actually gotten so relaxed he’s smiling, laughing even! What was he so worried about to begin with? Even if every damn demon in the devildom tried to get at you, they’d fail! Why? Because he’s your first man! Your protector! He’s The Great Mammon! Of course you’re head over heels for him-

His thoughts get cut off when the waiter comes back to the table, handing you a small piece of paper.

“Oi! Why’d ya give the lady the bill. Of course I’m payin’ for our date!”

But when he looks down, his eyes are not met with a bill. They’re met with a note with crudely drawn numbers on it. Ten of them to be exact.

“Wha-Are you serious right now!”, he all but yells, rising to his feet and slamming his hands on the table.

“It’s valentine’s day! We’re clearly on a date! And you’re trying to give her your number?”

The waiter takes a step back, clearly a bit shook by your demon’s demeanor. In a small voice they plead, “I-I didn’t know. I just thought-”

“No no no ya didn’t think anything! Do you even know who I am? And yer bold enough to try a stunt like that!?”

You clearly see the situation tumbling out of control, now noticing the eyes that have been on you all evening, but now they’re trained on your loud mouthed boyfriend. You once again reach a hand out to grab his. “Mammon, cmon now, people are staring”.

That one struck a nerve.

And he really wanted to be romantic tonight too.

He takes a deep breath while his hands ball into fists. You’re racking your brain trying to figure out what he could possibly be upset about as his aura changes, onyx horns spiraling out and leathery wings unfurling out to their full span. Gone are his nice dress clothes, replaced with his cropped jacket getup you were all too familiar with.

When he opens his eyes, his gaze is no longer on the startled waiter, but instead on you. “That’s the problem! Don’t ya get it!? People have been staring at ya all night! Hell- The whole damn Devildom’s been staring at ya all night! It’s like I’m not even here! It’s like they don’t even care that yer taken! They’re looking at ya like they wanna take a bite outta ya!”

You blush furiously at his statement, wondering how you could overlook such a big detail. Had people really been staring at you? Was the waiter not the only one?”

“Mammon…”

“Cmon, we’re leavin,” he spits, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from your seat and towards the door.

The nervous waiter calls out to him, “B-but what about your bill?”

Mammon huffs and turns back around slowly. “Put it on my tab”, he grits through his teeth.

He walks about another three feet before raising a hand up in the air. “Actually…my brother’s tab.”

Mammon’s still Mammon, even if he’s frustrated.

With that, he pulls you out of the restaurant and towards his car.

The car ride home is silent, albeit the low hum of the radio and Mammon’s heavy breathing. He’s gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles have gone white.

“Mammon…is everything alright?”, you ask for the second time tonight.

Only now, his emotions seem to peek through.

“Gah- I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s j-just. Do you see the way everyone looks at you? An I mean of course they’re lookin’! Ya look so damn good! But when it happens sometimes I just- It’s like-”

You reach out and touch his arm, encouraging him to continue. With the gesture, he turns and looks over at you, face softening.

“It’s like, I wanna be the only one to look at you, ya know? I wanna be the only one who gets to see ya all dressed up. If I could keep ya all to myself, I would in a heartbeat. A-An I know it’s greedy and it’s not okay but I can’t help it-”

“Mams”, you cut him off. “I understand.”

“Ya what?”

“I said, I understand. You don’t think you’re the only one who gets that way, do you? I mean, you’re a literally model! You look good 24/7! And you get printed in all those magazines and posted everywhere and tons of people fawn over you. But, sometimes, I want to be the only one who gets to see you look like that. I want to be the only one that makes you smile, I want to be the only one you share your time with. I get greedy too.”

You continue on, flashing him that smile that drives him crazy.

“It’s okay to be greedy sometimes.”

You watch his eyes grow at your sentiment, never once stopping to think you’d feel the same way. Seemingly stuck in a surprised stupor, you take his free hand, dragging it over and placing it on your thigh. You revel in the way his breath hitches.

“W-whadda ya think yer doin’?”

“Letting you be greedy”, you respond, moving his hand slightly higher. His gaze stares down at where your skin meets.

“I-I dunno if I can hold back if I do…”, he trails off, a look of worry on his face, but a tinge of something else in his eyes.

“Don’t want you to. Want you to have your way with me.”

You don’t miss how his grip minisculy tightens around you, nails digging in.

“But, you have to wait till we get home”, you tease. You’re met with a frustrated growl as he retracts his hand, returning it to its place on the wheel.

“Fine, ya little succubus. But as soon as we get home, you’re mine.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

As soon as his car comes to halt inside the makeshift garage in his room, Mammon clambers out of the drivers side, taking long strides to beat you at opening your door.

A gentle hand reaches out to help you step out of the car.

And as soon as you do, you’re slammed up against it.

Heavy hands find your waist, gripping it firmly and tight but still like you are the most fragile porcelain doll, made entirely of glass.

His lips quickly find your neck, instantly latching onto your pulse point without giving you a second to think.

“Wow, really n-not holding back are you?”, you question at his ferocity.

He breaks contact with your shoulder that he was busy biting down onto to look into your eyes. “Oi, remember who started this, huh?”, he says, surprisingly low.

“If I remember it correctly, it was you in that restaurant with your tantrum”, you chide.

He brings himself within a hair’s width of your lips. “An if I remember correctly, you gave me permission to be as greedy as I want with ya.”

You can’t deny the pit of desire that starts to bubble in your stomach. It was always exciting to see him be riled up, not bothering to hold back behind his tsundere tendencies.

“Honestly, do ya really know what yer doin to me in that little outfit? Wearin’ my initial on yer neck?”, he groans, bringing a hand up to play with the gold chain lying on your chest.

“Mammon, you picked all this out”, you laugh.

“I know, I’ve got great taste don’t I?”, he shoots you his signature smirk that appears anytime he’s feeling cocky before closing the gap between your lips.

Your lips mold perfectly with his, as you try to keep in rhythm with him, but his pace is quick and almost aggressive as he forces your mouth open with his tongue, slipping it in with a messy clack of teeth and saliva. Knowing fighting for dominance would be futile, you allow him to take the lead.

Feeding straight into his ego, you moan into the kiss, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. You feel the edges of his mouth upturn as he smiles into it. Purposefully now, you continue to make these little noises, knowing exactly what you were doing to him.

He pulls away once more to look down upon you, eyes half lidded and voice mocking. “Ha, do you hear yourself right now? So damn needy for The Great Mammon.”

Exactly the response you wanted to hear, you continue to stoke the fire you’re lighting underneath him. “Mhm, only for you, Mammon. My first man, my only man.”

This seems to do something to him, as he grunts and shoots his hands down to your thighs, gripping tightly to lift you, wrapping your legs around his waist.

As soon as he’s got you in his grasp, he continues his assault on your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to break skin. Once again, a being with such power treating you like glass.

He pulls away once he’s satisfied, a string of spit connecting his lips to your neck. The dark look in his eyes makes your head spin. He seems to feel your eyes on him, shooting his own up to hold your gaze while trying to catch his breath.

“Ha”, he breathes out, “That’s better. Now everyone can see who ya belong to.”

"Hmm, I don't know. I think I need a little more convincing", you purr, grinding your hips against his so your core met with the protrusion now growing in his jeans.

"Fuck, ya really know how to get me goin'. Ya sure you're prepared for the consequences? ".

[sorryimananti-romantic]

SKRT SKRT

Konichiwassup mate! How do you do this bright evening! I am simply buzzed with excitement because I've finally managed to shake off my post exam exhaustion after sleeping through one whole day~

I was wondering what kind of medieval/mystic being our Ateez boyfriends might be and here are my thoughts:

1. Hongjoong: Fairy. A garden fairy to be exact. Like LOOK at his tiny ass (we're the same height) HE'S SO SMOL (He's actually pretty tall) HOW CUTE! (Well that's true.)

Also I can imagine him fly around in the garden perfecting the aesthetics of the place. And no, he'll not keep some basic ass fancy grass, nuh uh, natural vegetation and grass😌

2. Seonghwa: a Heavenly Nymph. Bro is gorgeous beyond words. His beauty is so sublime he can NEVER be just a mere earthly being. He'd be the most beautiful nymphs of all but equally as deadly. Crpss him and you might just lose a limb.

Yeosang: Forest Elf. Okay hear me out. LONG BLOND HAIR YEOSANG. AND WE ALL KNOW HOW BEAUTIFUL THE COLOUR GREEN LOOKS ON HIM. But yes he seems like he'll be the forest protector elf. (Maybe Hongjoong and Yeosang play together idk)

4. Yunho: Dragon. Bro is dragon coded. Like he's SO dragon. Ouu but he'll ne such a sweet dragon tho. Maybe he let's all the forest creatures sleep near him during chilly winters since he naturally exudes warmth.

5. Woosan: Nine Tail Foxes. They're a pair. Do not separate. I'm thinking Wooyoung would be the Nine Tailed fox that goes "Ohhh you look delicious. I wonder what you taste like!" And San would be like "Wooyo we talked about not scaring random travellers for fun anymore." T~T The Yin-Yang Foxies

6. Minki: The mountain diety. He's the one in charge of the forest that the boys live in. Though he's just a babie!:(( like one day a random bunny will he minding his business when he comes across Mountain diety Mingi yapping about his problems to a sympathetic Seonghwa while pouting.

7. Jongho: Moon Spirit. He descends down to the forest at night to sing to all the creatures. The animals sometimes bring him gifts like leaves and shiny pebbles. Has kept them all in a secure box back home.

HI HIIII IM SO GLAD YOU'RE BACK AHAHA I MISSED THIS

okay but i love your brain? ateez as medieval/mystical creatures? hello??

okay i've always thought about demons and darker stuff when it comes to hongjoong but now that you say it.... he fits the concept of a garden fairy so well? tiny lil joong (says i who'd look like a dwarf next to him) with his little trinkets and colours he's so fairy coded actually you've changed my perspective of him.

and seonghwa-- you're absolutely right about this one. prettiest nymph in the area and also the deadliest. too pretty for you. too pretty to belong to the earth. im glad all of us agree on that LOL

i always think fairy when i think of yeosang. fairy or angel. but forest elf is such a cute concept i can def entertain it (esp if it's long blonde hair yeosang wearing the colour green you've found me weakness). he would def be friends with hongjoong, often spotted hanging out with him. seonghwa would sometimes join them hehehehehe

yunho! dragon! coded! TAKE ME HOME!! my gut told me i had to make him a dragon and its worked so well (considering i just became an atiny when i wrote take me home, deciding his animal form should be a dragon is sth im a little proud of). you bet he'd have everyone lined up next to him in the winters for him to keep them warm and snug hoho

omg woosan as foxes yes doesn't help they look like actual foxes. nine-tailed fox duo? even better. yin-yang foxes? im violently sobbing right now. wooyoung would def scare the villagers away only for san to scold him afterwards and he would be like :D

omgg minki mountain deity trust us to give mingi some mighty role when he's literally a babie :(( but yes! yapping about his problems to anyone who sits with him long enough and the mountain creatures be like ah shit here we go again :') sometimes yunho the dragon would find this mountain deity and they would hang out im so soft rn

jongho. moon. spirit. lemme kiss your brain. descends down each night to sing the creatures to sleep? (i need him to sing me to sleep too) im gonna write a whole something about this one day just you watch BUT OMGG imagine its winters and all of the ateez are hanging out next to yunho the dragon and jongho joins them and for a while they all hang out until its time to sleep and jongho sings them to sleep and watches his hyungs with those (◠ ◡ ◠) eyes im gonna cry

[mashihope]

❥ ZB1 and their Palia romances

(This mini moodboard is made by me; I don’t own any of the pics.)

Oh my god!! Luna making a (quick) comeback!! Yeah, so rare. I've gotten way too into Palia, I'm not gonna lie. This random thought came into my brain while I was watching random videos, "who would they go for?" and it suddenly became a need to make this. I'm not gonna make any promises, as usual, I'm just trying to get myself in the creative mood after such a long time. I'm doing this for reasons that I will 99.9% not be able to fulfill once more. I apologize if I lack a lot compared to previous posts. Ignoring that, let's do this! Little disclaimer: I haven't gotten that far on the lore or the relationships on their own so these assumptions and descriptions of the characters could not be completely accurate!

Jiwoong

I found it really hard at first, not gonna lie.

I think he would find Tamala really attractive, given her whole witchy vibe (and overall attitude, I guess).

There's something about her that I feel matches Jiwoong really well.

It would be a kinda interesting pair, a vampire and a witch, who would have thought??

When asked he would simply say "age is nothing but a number" (obviously wouldn't apply out of the adult context!)

Matthew would tease him saying that they are an immortal couple after all.

Zhang Hao

This one was way easier than other members.

Funny enough, he has his priorities straight.

Yeah, we're talking about zerostraightnone after all.

He simps for Hodari. (affectionatelly)

He's been found looking at fanart questionably often.

He goes "THIS MAN" while biting his lip whenever there's a flirty dialogue. He actually blushes sometimes.

He just can't help it lmao.

(The members do side eye him when that happens though)

Don't even mention the shirtless dialogue to him or he'll go crazy.

Aside from Hodari, come on, we're talking about the one and only ZHANG HAO.

He can get whoever he wants at his feet. (or vice versa, honestly)

And that someone is Hassian.

He just loves strong men *sigh*

Hanbin

This one was hard too.

The reason? The recipe for this man keeps confusing me.

Too sweet or too spicy.

I can kinda see Kenyatta as one of his options.

Something about her rebellious nature, maybe.

I wouldn't say that it's a perfect match, but I think he would like such an open minded and free spirited woman by his side. (+ she can be kinda cute at times too!)

He would support her every decision, we love a supportive partner!

He would make Eshe love him, by the way. Not even her could resist to his charms!

To go with this, I feel he would also go for Nai'O, you know, to spice things up since (spoiler) they already had a thing going on ;)

That guy can also say the sweetest things sometimes so I think there would be a really great balance among the three :)

Matthew

We all know how much of a sweetie he is.

And who else is as sweet as him and could absolutely match his sunshine energy?

Best girl Tish!

I think they would be an instant and perfect match.

He would see her for the first time and go :0

"Oh my god you're so pretty 🥺💕" "Are you single? 🥺"

He would treat her as the prettiest and rarest flower, so "delicate and ethereal"

If not, he would try to flirt with Reth.

You know, the usual "no homo" at first. "He's just a friend"

But maaaan, "how gorgeous he looks, doesn't he?"

He finds himself giggling whenever he sees soup in a menu.

Taerae

This guy would fall for the sweet girl too.

Simp number 2?? Maybe?? More like simp then. (affectionately)

You can see him silently smiling at the screen while he's talking with her. Even when he sees her walking by.

Would never say anything weird about her, he's a soft and gentle man 😌

Dare I say... he's a "man in love"? Yes I do.

Going on a personal quest of picking up a lot of flowers just to gift them to her? Absolutely! Decorating a "special" room of his house (very cottagecore themed) so "she could someday feel at home"? You bet he will!

Other than that... Hey, hear me out.

He gives me the vibes that he may or may not be into older girls.

He has a certain charm on his own that the ladies wouldn't be able to resist.

I'm talking specifically of Subira. I know she's supposed to fall for the human anyway, but she would 100% find Taerae unusually charming and attractive.

𝓡𝓲𝓬𝓴𝔂

He would have a hard time admitting the real reasons behind this one.

Want a hint?

Young and rich.

Tall and handsome.

Passion for Fashion.

Who's that Paliamon?! ...It's Jel!

He finds that guy unexplainably familiar. "Have I seen you before??".

He'd be sooo confused at first, his brain can't process what's happening.

Gyuvin would finally be 100% convinced that 𝓡𝓲𝓬𝓴𝔂 loves himself way too much (and would definitely tease him for it lmao). #selflove king

𝓡𝓲𝓬𝓴𝔂 would be a blushing mess the second he realizes why he's gotten so attached to Jel all of a sudden.

Gyuvin

He's the embodiment of "At first I was like mmm (Einar) as a joke. But bro... I don't think it's a joke anymore".

Being his usual goofy self, he would actually find it kinda funny when he finds about Einar being an option for romance in this game.

He would take a photo and send it to the group chat "lmao guys look at this".

𝓡𝓲𝓬𝓴𝔂 would joke saying that he "should totally date him".

Gyuvin would see it as a challenge and start working on that.

Yes, he's goofy and silly, but he's really sensitive and emotional as well.

He would slowly get closer to Einar, starting to find himself relating to the most random things or empathizing too much...

He's found a really good friend after all 🥺 he doesn't even find dating the fishing robot as weird as he used to.

But. He wouldn't hesitate flirting with Hassian if that means he gets to spend more precious time with Tau 🥺

(I can definitely see Tish being an option too).

Gunwook

Our favorite nerd (affectionately).

The one who started all of this. But I'll forgive him because he's such a cutie pie.

He was the first one when I started to think about their different options.

I'm 101% sure he would LOVE Jina.

Other than just for her looks, you know what they say "smart is sexy"... Or something like that.

I feel like he's the type of person to fall for the brain first (which sounds kinda creepy and weird without context oopsie).

He would try his best to focus in and prioritize all of the quests that are related to her in any way.

There's also a chance he would kinda get jealous of Hekla, but it wouldn't go farther than a simple joke.

Assuming he actually loves to talk non-stop about "smart stuff" and throw around random facts he's learned, he would be all "smile and nod" (and blush) in real life if she wasn't a fictional character.

Yujin

Wasn't sure about adding him, but I found it really cute.

Once again, going for the popular option here, he would have a crush on Tish.

I can not see this any other way.

He's a shy baby but would try his absolute best to have a "clear" mind when it comes to choosing the best responses on dialogue.

You know, he wants to show that he can act like a rational adult too.

...would actually fail more often than not and ask the older hyungs for advice. He wants to do things right (he's taking this seriously).

He likes to see it as a "traning for real life". There's a lot to learn that can also be applied to non romantic relationships!

At the end of the day, he would try to sound "poetic" (or something like that) by saying that "with love, patience and communication all relationships can bloom".

The hyungs can't help but tease him because of how cute he is!

[flowercrowngods]

hello lovely 💜💜 for the wip thing, im excited for ALL of them but im gonna pick bardknight 💜💜💜

hello sweet darling 🌷🤍 your wish is my command, mwah! 🫶 this one is once more a direct follow-up to snippet no.3, 358 words of the 1277 i just wrote in response so your ask 😌 part one • preceding snippet no. 1 • preceding snippet no. 2 • preceding snippet no. 3

Fate does not possess the grace to let him die on the spot, however, the daggers in the bard’s eyes not sharp enough to end his life, but more than sufficient to snuff out any sense of bravery he could have possessed to approach Harrington anytime soon. Eddie finds himself almost grateful for the admittedly rather lame excuse that only comes to prove his cowardice, but he decides not to dwell on it for now.

Or he tries, as he downs the wine in one go and lets his eyes travel in search for familiar, friendly faces, and finding the Princess already approaching him with a smile so bright and warm it alleviates the anxiety thrumming through him.

“Eddie!” she says, smiling even wider when he remembers to bow before her — something they had to practice a lot when they were children and she would sneak away from her lessons and appearances to play with him instead. It feels like a lifetime ago; she is the prettiest person he knows — always has been, but she kept the spark of glee even as an adult. It makes him weak in the knees with happiness, having her friendship so deeply ingrained in his soul even after all this time.

Her eyes travel over his doublet made of silk so deeply red it appears black if the light plays a trick on your eyes. It is one of his finest possessions, and it takes everything within him not to preen in front of the princess.

“And to think of the way you scoffed so offhandedly when I told you years ago that silk would suit you. You have grown to be so very handsome, my dearest friend, I can hardly take my eyes off you lest I have to fear your untimely disappearance once more.”

Eddie smiles, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks, entirely aware that he had not yet enough wine to only blame it on that.

“I am here to stay for the time being, your highness, so fret not. If only to show Hawkins how right you were, my dear, because I do look fabulous in silk.”

🤍🌷 make me write (please) – you can't vote anymore but asks are still welcome as i make my way through them ever so slowly

[itsdannysworld]

Sunkissed (Chapter 1)

unapolegetically writing this while i chill in the library looking like a hippie stripper, the long awaited Sunkissed 😌

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader, Jake Kiszka x Reader CW: smoking, mary j usage, cursing, idrk kissing? Summary: Don’t fuck a rockstar, and definitely don’t fall for his best friend (more angst than anything but itll get fluffier as the story goes on i promise)

enjoy-

You zipped up your boots and threw on the jacket you had discarded in the messy process of trying to have sex with the prettiest man you had ever seen. Usually you weren’t one to leave in the middle of the night after a one-night stand, but in this case you thought it would be for the best, considering you would rather die than have his brothers find out.  “You’re seriously leaving y/n?” Despite it being mumbled, you could hear the annoyance laced through his voice. “Jake you and I both know it’s for the best. What if they find out?” You started fishing around in your purse hoping to find your phone so you could call for an Uber.  “So what if they find out? They’ve probably heard us before.” This has been a sore spot between you and Jake for awhile. You had been sleeping together on and off for the last few months and you couldn’t stand the thought of other people knowing. You weren’t one to share your sex life with others, especially people you had only known for less than a year. “I don’t want anyone knowing about us being fuckbuddies. If we were dating it’d be different but for now I’d appreciate if you just left the topic alone.” “Whatever, get home safe y/n.” You rolled your eyes as you opened the door and crept down the hallway of the house they all shared. Technically they all lived separately, but when it comes to working on an album they tended to all crash at whoevers house they were at. You heard a door open and stopped in your tracks.

Shit

You looked around in the dimly lit hall, praying you could find somewhere to hide. As footsteps got closer you decided to accept your fate, praying it was either Danny or Josh, knowing you could bribe one of those two to keep quiet. “Y/n?” It was Danny. “Oh hey Danny, fancy seeing you here.” You were praying he couldn’t pick up on your awkwardness. “I didn’t know you stayed over? I did go to bed early though so I guess I just assumed you left.” He didn’t seem suspicious of anything so maybe you were going to get away with this. “Yeah, decided I wasn’t sober enough to drive home. I’m good now though, I was just on my way out.” “You better not be sneaking around with anyone” He said jokingly, and you mustered a laugh praying that it didn’t sound fake. “I wouldn’t dare.” “Want me to drive you home?”

He grabbed his keys and you both stepped out of the house into the cold night. He was insistent on driving you home and who were you to stop him? He unlocked your car and opened the door for you. He was always such a gentleman to you and you found it to be sweet. You set up your phone so your favorite playlist would play, and he backed out of the driveway. He was beautiful. You’ve noticed it before of course, but tonight he just had this glow about him. His curls fell in the right places and the way the street lights illuminated his face was almost godly.

The drive was short and quiet, both of y’all soaking up the music. It was 4am and deep down you knew that he knew why you were really at the house. He pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex and turned the car off. “Hey y/n?” “Yeah what’s up?”  “Be careful, with Jake. I don’t want either of you getting hurt.” He said it calmly and quietly, which in a way made you even more nervous. “Do the other guys know?”  “I doubt it, I mean, I didn’t put it together till just now. I’m not mad, by the way. I know you overthink and I want to assure you that everything is ok.” For once in your life you didn’t totally know what to say. You had always wrestled with feelings on and off with the two of them and Jake was the first one who ever took interest. Part of you hated that Danny knew, but also knew out of everyone he’s the one who wouldn’t say anything. “Please keep this between us. Thanks for the ride home Danny, let me know when you get home safe.” “Will do, love you.” Y’all had always said I love you but this time was different and you couldn’t figure out why. “Love you too Dan.” You smiled.

You threw yourself on the couch and picked up your phone noticing two text messages.

Jakey: Wear something cute tomorrow, I’m taking you to breakfast @ 10

Danny-Boy: made it home, can we talk tmrw? 

You liked both messages and set an alarm for 9, but you knew you weren’t going to be able to sleep. Why would Danny want to talk to you? Did he secretly hate you? Did he think it was gross that you and his bandmate hooked up? Why did he say “Love you” weird? Your head swarmed with thoughts even though you knew none of this was a huge deal. You were the queen of overthinking

Tomorrows gonna be a long ass day

-ok so ngl I kinda hate this but I’m too lazy to edit anything or change it. i promise not all of the chapters are gonna be awfully short, but this is just a starter? im not a big slowburn person soooooo also sorry this took a month, life started kicking my ass haha-

[harryconcepts]

part 67

actually harry would love his pillow princess 🥰 he would be obsessed with how you're always so good for him, just laying there taking everything he gives you and repaying him with the prettiest moans and noises and by clawing at his back 🥰

harry loves to tease you and make you beg even though you know he always gives you what you want 😋 he has you all spread out under him and your hands pinned above your head so you can't touch him and you're whining "please Harry I was so good for you, i need you to touch me just please" and he grins saying "my baby always gets what she wants, doesn't she? spoiled girl" and that only makes you whine more bc you love when he talks to you like that 😋

i fear harry loves to make you cum... he just loves holding your legs down so you can't squirm away and just going to town on you 😋and i fear he would get extra horny when he really has to grip you tight to keep you still... he's not sure why but it just makes him feral 😋 he'll murmur "stay still pretty girl, can't make you feel good with you squirming all around like that" but he doesn't mind when you can't control yourself because he's strong enough to take care of it himself 😋 he definitely loves making you cum more than once, he just wants to do good for his girl 😋he would be so sweet and filthy at the same time and you're just losing your mind 😋

harry loves bringing coffee for his sleepy girl 😔 you're barely awake but you shift around and make a little 😠 face in your sleep when he gets up, he just shushes you and kisses your head whispering "I'm just going for a run, close your eyes and I'll be back before you know it" and he tucks you in 😔when he comes back he takes a quick shower so you won't get mad at him for making the bed all stinky and then he's coming to wake you up 😔 you're shaking your head and clinging on him saying "I'm still sleeping" but he shakes your cup a little and says "but look what I got for you" and you open your eyes to see the drink 😔 you sit up a little bit and reach out your hand, he chuckles and gives it to you 😔 he thumbs away some of the sleep in your eyes while you drink and he says "I missed you" in such a sweet voice 😔 when you're ready to get out of bed he takes your cup back and you do a big stretch, then you're putting on his sweatshirt and going to snuggle into the couch with him until you're more awake 😔

being in a new relationship with harry and you're a little nervous to fully relax around him 😔 then one night you're watching a movie and it's getting so late and he can tell you're so tired 😔 you're clearly fighting sleep so he scoots closer and puts his hand on your head so you'll lean on his shoulder 😔 he murmurs "you can sleep if you're tired, I don't mind" and he pulls your hand up to kiss it 😔 when you fall asleep he lets you be for a while, then when he's sure you're sleeping hard he so carefully picks you up to bring you to his bed 😔 he goes to the guest room since he's not sure if you're cool with sleeping in the same bed yet but you wake up in the night, a little confused and disoriented but right away you're going to find him 😔 you climb into bed with him in the guest room and you're sleeping in seconds 😔 when he wakes up in the morning you're cuddled around him and he's never been happier 😔

please he would be all "look what I got for us 😏 think you can handle it? i think you'll be climbing on me after 2 minutes 😏" and you're like 🙄you're on loverboy 😌 making sure he's blushy before you start 😌 you feed him his piece just to be a little extra mean and you can tell he's already turned on 😌 you're starting to feel pretty good after a few minutes so you look over at him to see if he feels the same and his eyes are so dilated and he takes a shaky breath before he says "I think i have a problem" and you glance down to see he's sooo hard 😌 you smirk and say "oh yeah? i thought I was gonna be climbing on you after 2 minutes?" and he's all ...I was wrong please kiss me 😁 like right now or I'm going to die 😁

harry wiping the sleep from your eyes🥹 he would be so gentle rubbing it away saying "good morning pretty girl, you slept good hm?" as he thumbs across the pillow lines on your cheek 🥹

it's 26° outside so my room is freezing bc I refuse to open my vents and let the gross hot air in but sometimes it gets a little too chilly and i need harry to come keep me warm 😔

I want harry who's a little toxic 🤭 you two fight all the time like fully screaming at each other but he makes up for it by giving you lots of kisses and going down on you and being so sweet 🤭 saying "i'm so sorry pretty girl, let me make it up to you... made you feel bad earlier so let me fix it baby" 🤭

i fear jack chambers is filthy and dirty and so so mean 🤕 he'll edge you until you're crying and begging to just let you cum, then finally he does but he's still not soft 🤕 he's sucking on your clit to get you to cum and when you finally let go he doesn't stop 🤕 he just keeps working his tongue and even why you cry out and start to squirm away he doesn't care 🤕 he pushes you over the edge again and then you're really crying so he pulls away, you're shaking your head and saying "i can't, it's too much i can't-" but he just says "you wanted to cum so bad, I'm just giving you what you wanted baby" and he ducks his head back down to where you're so so sensitive 🤕

even when he's tired and sleepy he rolls over to you and starts kissing at your cheek and he murmurs "just need to feel you, you don't have to do anything baby just lay there and let me make you feel nice"

oh Harry looooves his pillow princess 🤕 he loves being in charge and he loves giving you pleasure and he loves watching you fall apart under him 🤕 he just wants to give his girl anything she wants, she's always so sweet to him so he wants to be sweet to her and make her cum over and over again 🤕

no bc imagine him smiling against your skin and kissing your cheek when he says "my sweet girl" and noses along your skin 🤕 you're whining because he's already made you cum and you're so sensitive to all his little touches but he just hums and says "such a good girl for me, hm? think I'm gonna give you my fingers this time, i want to see my pretty girl squirt for me" and his voice is so soft and gentle even as he's promising to ruin you 🤕

please when the cashier reads off the total your eyes go wide and you look at him and you're about to say you don't need everything he insisted on buying you but he just nods and pulls out his card 😌 while you wait for the receipt he puts his arm around you and kisses your head then says "what are you thinking for lunch?" acting like he didn't just drop $2000 on you 😌

finding out youre pregnant with your first baby around Christmas time and you're not sure how to tell harry at all 😔 then one day when you're shopping for decorations he's looking at the stockings and he finds some he really likes so he picks two and puts them in the cart, he keeps walking but you pause and when he realizes you're not next to him he stops and looks back, he says "if you don't like these you can pick some different ones-" and you cut him off to say "no, it's not that, we just... we need three" and he's looking at you like 🤨 so you pull another one off the shelf and go over to him, you hold it against your chest and say "we need three" and his eyes go wide when he realizes what you mean, he says "really?" and you nod, and before you can say anything else he's crushing you to him and he's never been so happy 😔

i fear harry has a dangerously high sex drive and he's all over you all the time 🤕 he just starts kissing on you being so sweet and lovey and you're like .... how are you horny again 😭 and he's just all "can't help it when i have such a pretty girl wearing my clothes 😋"

harry loves making you cum until you're crying and pushing him away bc it's too much 🤕 when you're really too overwhelmed he says "okay, okay, no more baby, I'm just gonna clean you up then we can cuddle" but you grab his wrist and your voice is shaky but you say "don't leave me, please just stay" and he folds immediately 🤕 he says "of course, I'm not going anywhere baby I'm right here" and he cuddles you close 🤕

when you stay at Harry's house for the first time you're kind of nervous 😔 you would be following him around not sure what to do and he's okay with that bc he likes being close 😔then when you're going to sleep he gets in bed after he brushes his teeth and he can feel you shivering, right away he's all "oh no are you cold baby 😟" and he rushes to get you another blanket and then he cuddles you so close to keep you warm😔

and when you're sick he would insist on taking care of you 😔you have the chills from a high fever and you just can't get warm, after a few minutes of watching you be miserable he's ignoring your protests of "I don't want you to get sick" and he's climbing in next to you 😔 he pulls you against him and rubs his warm hands up and down your back to make you feel better 😔

telling harry to let his frustration out on you 😋 you know he's had a hard day and he's just annoyed at everything (not you though) so when you're kissing his neck he sighs and says "I love you, you know i love you, I'm just- I'm fucking pissed off right now" and you hum softly and say "use me to make it better" and his breath catches, when he looks up at you his eyes are so dark and he's gripping your hips to flip you over 😋

tattoo artistrry being your bf 😋 he offers to do your tattoo and give you anything you want 😋 so one night you two stay in the shop after closing so it'll be private 😋 he's working on a sensitive spot and it's painful but you're also getting really worked up 😋 and his praise isn't helping matters any 😋 any time you let out a little breath he says, "i know baby, you're doing really well and I'm almost done" and you realize he's confused, he thinks you're squirming a tiny bit because you're in pain and not because you're h word 😋 when he finally looks up to meet your eyes he pauses, he recognizes the look in your eyes and he gets the biggest smirk on his face 😋 he says "or maybe you don't want me to be done so soon... maybe you like this" and you blush so hard 😋 he lets out a little chuckle and says "really?" and you nod, leaning your head back so you don't have to look at him 😋 he shakes his head and says "well either way I'm almost done here, then we can go home and I can take care of what i'm sure is the mess in your panties" and he switches the gun back on, acting like he didn't just say the filthiest sentence you've ever heard 😋and you would be begging him to touch you by the time he's done, he's trying so hard to stay calm even with you all over him 😋 he's all "calm down, I can't help you in here but I'll see what i can do for my girl once we get to the car" and that only makes you more whiny 😋

harry loves when you're so blissed out you can't even talk 😋 he's fucking you so slow and deep and gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises and he says "my pretty girl is such a slut for it, hm? so fucked out you can't even tell me what you want" and you just bury your face in his neck and whine 😋 he chuckles and says "such a good girl for everyone else but i know the truth, don't i? i know that you're really just a little slut who's so drunk on my cock you can't even beg" and he would be so mean 😋 when he can tell you're close he says "want to hear you ask for it baby, don't cum until i say you can" knowing full well you're so out of it 😋 you're whining so much and so loud and clawing at his shoulders but he just keeps moving his hips in and out, dragging along your g spot with every thrust and he says "does my baby want something?" and he wouldn't let up or give you a break to collect yourself 😋he says "ask for it, use your words" when he knows all you can do is whine 😋

thinking about dating harry for a while and you're so madly in love with each other but then things get really hard, with him on tour and you staying behind for school it's just awful and all the stuff you see in the media daily is just too much so you tell him you need a break. and you're both devastated and crying through the whole conversation but it's just truly too much for you and ofc he respects your wishes and he'll do anything for you even if it's the exact opposite of what he wants 😔 then a few months later he's home and you haven't spoken at all, knowing it would just be too painful since you still love him so much but you're not sure if he feels the same 😔 then your girlfriends make you go out with them to try and cheer you up and you all get veeeery drunk, and after someone puts you in a cab and you get home you're calling harry without a second thought 😔 you're literally sitting on the floor in your kitchen, your makeup a mess and your hair falling out of the fancy updo but none of that seems to matter because you just miss his voice 😔

when he gets the call he's very surprised, he hasnt heard from you since you broke things off and he's been trying so hard not to look at your socials (even though he has checked a few times, even though you never seem to post any more) but it's been miserable for him too, so for a second he considers not answering because he can't go through getting his heart broken again 😔then he starts to sorry that maybe something is wrong, it is almost 2 am afterall, so he picks up 😔 he hears you you take a little breath and you say "hello?" and his heart drops when he realizes how much he's missed you 😔 he says "hi-" and he has to bite his tongue to keep from calling you love or any other pet name, and finally he just settles on your name. you sigh and tip your head back on the cabinet and say "I've missed your voice" and he's already feeling choked up when he says "me too" 😔 it's quiet for a minute before you say "I ended my chemistry class with an A" and he's not sure where that came from but he's starting to get the hint that maybe you're not quite sober so he just decides to go with it, you can hear the smile in his voice when he says "that's great, I'm so proud of you" and you can't help but smile, you say "thanks... you just put a lot of hours into helping me study so i figured you deserve to know" and his chin is literally wobbling he's so close to tears 😔

he tries so hard to keep his voice steady when he says "I appreciate that" and you hum softly, then you're both quiet again before he says "where are you? are you alright?" and you let out a big sigh before you say "I'm sitting on my kitchen floor eating grapes" and he can't help but snort out a laugh, he glances over at his alarm clock and says "at 2 in the morning?" and you shrug even though he can't see you, you say "girls need snacks" and he laughs for real at that 😔 but you know what he was really asking so you say "to answer your other question no I'm actually not alright" and a tear slips down Harry's cheek, he brushes it away quickly before he says "no?" and you say "no... i miss you, harry, I miss you so much it makes my chest hurt, and it makes me feel sick to my stomach and it keeps me up at night and I'm miserable all the time because I miss you so much and it's my own fault I don't have you anymore" and his eyes are wide, his heart rate is going up with each word you say and he sits up in bed, hugging his pillow to his chest he says "you do?" and he sounds almost in disbelief, you say "of course I do... you're all i think about, all the time, and it's ruining my life because I can't have you" and he takes a shaky breath before he says "why can't you have me?" and your voice is smaller than he's ever heard before when you say "because you don't love me anymore?" and he literally has to hold back a sob 😔

he says "I do, I love you so much... you're all i think about too, all the time, and all I want is- is you, and I know that's not fair, I know it's really shitty timing, and I know it was hell for you when we were together and I know i'm selfish for wanting you but I can't help it because i just do, I want you so bad it makes my chest hurt" and your brain is just trying to process everything he just said, everything feels very tense and you're a bit stressed so you say "you stole my line... that chest hurting thing, I said that first" and he can't help but laugh again, he says "well it was a very poetic line, i apologize" and then you're both quiet for a moment, then you say "harry?" and right away he goes "hm?" and you pause for a second before you say "will you come over?" and he's already getting out of bed 😌

you're saying "i know it's late and if you're in bed you don't have to i just- I miss you, and I want to see you so bad but if it's too much-" but he clicks his tongue and says "I'm already heading out the door, I'll be there in 10" and you haven't felt happier since before you broke up 😌 you say "will you stay on the phone with me?" and he scoffs "of course I will, I'm not leaving my girl again" and you're quiet for a second before you say softly "I'm still your girl?" and he absolutely melts, he pauses with one hand on his car door and he says "of course you are, you've always been my girl and you always will be"😔 on his short drive to your place neither of you speak much, you can hear the radio playing quietly through the phone but that's about it. when he pulls up to your apartment he lets you know and you say "I'm in number-" and he says "I know which apartment you are love, how come you think I forgot all about you while I was gone?" and you say "I don't... I'm just worried that maybe you did" and he sighs softly before he says "I could never forget anything about you pretty girl" and before you can even respond there's a knock at your door 🥹 you're clumsily jumping up from your spot on the floor and running to open it, and as soon as you see him you drop your phone and launch yourself into his arms 😔 he walks you inside and shuts the door behind you and you're crying already, you manage to say against his chest "I missed you so much, please never leave me again i just want to stay with you okay?" and he's nodding, he has his face in your hair just inhaling your scent that he's missed so much and he says "i promise, I'm gonna stay with you forever and ever" 😔 after a good long hug when you both feel so much better he pulls away to look at you, you're saying "no no don't look at me I look horrible right now" and he just smiles softly, he says "you don't, you could never look horrible" and he leads you to the bathroom to help take your makeup off 😔

he lifts you to sit on the counter and gets the wipes out, holding your chin between his fingers to tilt your head so he doesn't miss any 😔 you reach up to hold his face in your hands because you've missed that so much, and now that you're so close you can tell that his eyes look a little red and puffy 😔you say "were you crying? are you okay?" and he gives you a little smile, he tosses the used wipe and says "i am more than okay now that I'm with you again" and he lifts you up again, you wrap your legs around his waist so he can bring you to bed 😔 he kisses all over your face while he walks and nearly runs into a few walls but he manages 😔 he drops you on the bed and then says "what pajamas tonight?" and you don't say anything but he sees you eyeing the hoodie he's wearing 😌 he rolls his eyes playfully and says "I'm back here one day and you're already robbing me blind" but he's taking it off as he speaks 😌 he hands it over to you and reaches to help unzip your dress and pull it off, then you slip the hoodie on and you're all good 😌 he climbs in next to you and you get settled against him, his arms tuck around you and you both relax right away, and it's like no time was lost at all because you were just made for each other 😔

[andvys]

ANDY YOU DID IT AGAIN!! another great chapter 🫶🫶

Somehow you ended up sitting on Steve’s lap for the rest of the night and usually you

SOMEHOW?? GIRL get off of there

“No you don’t,” you scoff “if you did then you wouldn’t do this. You wouldn’t want to see and fuck other girls, you would be happy with just me!” you say in an angry hushed whisper, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention “but you keep leading me on while you go and do things with god knows who! I’m done with this, Steve. I don’t wanna be the person you’ll settle for once you’re sick of the shit you are doing.”

YES GOOD!! TELL HIM!!!! you deserve better girly 🫶

He wipes the fallen tears that just escaped your eyes and leans in to press a kiss to your cheek “you mean everything to me, y/n. I can’t lose you.”

bullshit 🙄 if she did you would be an asswipe stevie

He stops you once again, placing his hand on your arm, he turns you back to him. He grabs your jaw and looks at you with an unreadable look in his eyes, his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and before you know it, he leans down and kisses you.

WHATATAHSHHSHSUDJXIDJD GET OUTTT what does he think he's doing 🤨 get your babygirl lips off of my girl and stop hurting her !! 😫

You take the little box out and open it, your mouth waters at the sight of the chocolate cake “and it’s my favorite! How did you know?”

CHOCOLATE CAEKEJKEJK I WOULD CRY. I WOULD FAINT. I WOULD DO SO MUCH FOR A CHOCOLATE CAKE RN. all the mind blowing sex they're having doesnt even matter right now this is what would make me fold 😭

Warmth rushes through you and your eyes soften as he pulls out a guitar pick necklace, one that is similar to his.

THIS IS SO SO SO VERY ADORABLE WHAT!!! guitar pick necklaces are so cute i'd love it as a gift :) i have my fav pick and i want to wear it all the time bc it's so pretty but i also don't want to pierce it so it's a struggle

‘Because I want to be the one to take you on dates. Because I want to keep seeing you. Because I want to bring you chocolate cake after work. Because I want to kiss you first things in the morning and at night before I close my eyes. Because I want to fuck you, hear your moans and the way you say my name when I bring you close to the edge,’ he thinks to himself.

GET YOURSELF A MAN WHO THINKS THAT ABOUT YOU!! and settle for nothing less 😌

“I can be gentle with you.”

AAAAA MY HEART he's so sweet with her 🫶🫶 i love it when he's gentle, my girl deserves some soft and quiet love too ❤️‍🩹

You can feel the shift of his energy. He feels insecure.

noo:( poor boy

“Well, I always thought you are hot, Eddie,” you smirk as you tug at his pants. He lifts his hips up a little, letting you take his pants and boxers off. His erection springs free, slapping against his stomach. Pre cum is leaking out of his tip. You take his cock in your hand and jerk him off teasingly as you keep eye contact. His eyes roll back and he moans at your touch “and you have the prettiest dick I have ever seen,” you whisper as you lean in to kiss the tip of his dick.

AAAAAAAAAAA no but fr so many people say dick are ugly but i genuinely think they can look pretty

Your breath hitches in your throat as he smirks at you when he leans down again, his curls fall on your skin, tickling you. Eddie kisses your pussy teasingly as his fingers move through your already soaked folds “did sucking me off make you this wet?” he asks as he kisses your clit “or did your pretty pussy just miss me?”

THE DIRTY TALK???¡&^(×,×(@;-(-,'cnek2i1iqmql1ozmxn

“Choke me, daddy.”

WHATAJSNSISBWIQ I eoamaow xl2vziV1isnzva8wb17hw9691b17ey1oq X. GIRL YOURE CRAZY FOR THAT. AAAAA

oh my god. every new chaoter is a RIDE. i am UNWELL in the best way possible i LOVED IT !! ♡♡ honey anon <3

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS 🥹🥹

THE FIRST COMMENT LMAOOO💀 ugh she belongs on Eddie’s lap only 😩

Steve is a villain in this one, just wait till he finds out about her and Eddie!!!

You love when he’s gentle huh? Want some soft smut in the next one? 🤭 & OMG GUITAR PICKS ARE THE BEST! I got Eddie’s 🥺

I also think dicks can be pretty….. sometimes

IM GLAD YOU LIKED THIS SO MUCH! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE FEEDBACK YOU ARE AMAZING 🥹🫶🏻💗

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#5

On the road rn but I was thinking about steve, nancy, robin and dustin being forced to testify at the police station because of their associations with Eddie (while eddie is still unconscious in the hospital!!) and steve is just sitting in that chair, hooked up to a lie detector, with death in his eyes staring at the police officers, because he's sad and traumatized and everyone thinks his future boyfriend is a criminal...imagine that look of pure HATE

93 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

#4

I like to imagine that after steve and eddie have been dating for a while, Steve gets them matching wedding rings. Obviously they can't get officially married cause that was illegal in 1989, but they still exchange matching rings anyway. It's a symbol of their love and once it goes on it never comes off 😌 I also feel like eddie would constantly admire his and take any opportunity to show it off, while steve would just get used to it super fast but be super uncomfortable whenever he's not wearing it. One time he puts it down to do the dishes and then freaks out when he can't find it after, then after that he never takes it off.

106 notes - Posted August 11, 2022

#3

bruh...

107 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

#2

Wayne is making dinner one evening when a young fourteen year old Eddie runs home from school, bursts in and announces, “I just saw the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen in my life!” 

The next day, he comes home dejectedly. “It’s Steve Harrington.” Wayne laughs out loud. “A Harrington? Good luck kid.” “I had to like the most popular boy...” “I’m sure there are other nice boys at school to like. What about Jonathan?” “EW NO! He’s my friend!” 

Next day, comes home even more dejected. “I have a huge crush on Steve. This sucks.” “Oh no, what happened?” Long silence. “He smiled at me.” “BOY-” 

The next day, Eddie is at his locker with Jonathan, in the middle of a long ramble. “I just don’t understand how someone can look that perfect. His hair? Perfect. His abs? Perfect. Even his ass is perfect! How can someone’s ass look that great?” He makes a grabbing gesture with his hands. “I just wanna...squeeze.” 

Jonathan groans. “Dude. Can you just...not.” His face falls when he sees Steve standing behind Eddie, a bewildered look on his face.

“No, no, I'm just saying,” Eddie continues, oblivious. “Not a tight squeeze, just a light one-” 

Jonathan smacks his arm. “Eddie-Eddie, stop talking!”  

“-just to see what it feels like. Hey, can’t you see I’m trying to have a moment with my imagination! What do you want?” Jonathan points and Eddie turns around, coming face to face with Steve himself...and screams. He stands there, horrified, and panickily blurts out, “I was talking about...boobs.”  

Steve’s brow furrows and he shrugs. “Okay, whatever.” 

“What do you want?” Jonathan asks. 

Steve ignores him, focused on Eddie. “Look, apparently my parents think I need a math tutor, so our teacher told me to go talk to you.” (Yes, Eddie is a little math whiz. At least he was in tenth grade.)

Realization dawns on Eddie. “Ah, you’re the one I’m tutoring in math.” 

“Yeah, so if you want to go get this over with.” 

“You want to study? With me? Now?” 

“Well, yeah, we could study...” Steve begins, in that annoying voice he always uses when he wants to be persuasive. “Or...” Eddie’s eyebrows raise, brain running through all the possible things he could suggest, most of them unrealistic but very fun to imagine. “I could pay you $50 to do my math homework for me.” He grinned like it was the best deal in the world, but Eddie’s face quickly darkened. Here he was, in love with Steve and Steve just wants to use him for math homework. He was ready to tell him to shove his money up his ass, but then he thought of all the things he could buy with $50. Most notably - the beautiful guitar he saw in the music store window. 

He turned back to Steve, glaring at him. “Fine,” he bit out, snatching the bill from his hand. 

Eddie did do the math homework, and did it well as he always did, but hated every second of it. He considered doing all the questions wrong, but ultimately decided to just do them right and get it over with. For the guitar. 

He walks up to Steve at his locker, where he is laughing with Tommy and Carol. “Hey,” he demands. 

Steve turns around, looking at him like he’s wondering why he’s talking to him. “What?” 

Eddie holds up the binder. “Here’s your math homework.” He drops it in Steve’s waiting hands. “You disgust me.” He double flips him off before walking away. 

Later in math class, as the teacher hands Steve’s homework back to him and tells him “He’s really improving!”, and Steve turns to grin impudently at Eddie like he did all the work, Eddie flips him off once more. His crush on Steve Harrington is officially over. He is in his anti era now.

But he did buy the guitar, and he mounts it on his wall. A guitar...that was destined for an alternate dimension. A guitar for drawing away demobats, paid for by Steve, in a moment of sleaziness. (And yes, Eddie did tell Corroded Coffin that Steve was their biggest financier.) 

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𝟳𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗮𝘂𝘀

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1k words, assorted headcanons!

a/n: if i do not have the strength to write full fics, i will cheat 😌✨ to get my ideas out somehow 🤡

𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘: shy boy by day! slam poet by night! and secret muse!reader

The kid who sits in the middle rows of the literature lecture halls with cute, circle lenses and messy hair who always seems to sound smart when he interprets a text

He actually became a slam poet because of you when you read your poetry to the lecture hall one day for Spoken Word Friday; he totally didn't start doing it in hopes of improving and then impressing you or anything (definitely not)

But one day, your friend takes you to this speakeasy to listen to this "amazing poet", and you discover your quiet classmate Mark delivering these brilliant oral masterpieces

And Mark finds out you're in the audience and pretty much writes every piece for you from then on, eyes constantly searching for you in the dark audience

𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡: knight in shining armor! but make it modern! cinderella!reader

You're working as a bartender for easy cash at a music festival while your two rude and terrible step siblings rub it in your face how they get to party while you work (your stepmother would only sponsor their tickets while you were left to rot again)

You settle in for a boring night in the most deserted part of the festival venue when you meet him

Renjun's the mysterious festival goer with his two toned hair braided with beads, and he thinks you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen; you can imagine the smooth pick-up lines coming out of this man while he leans against the counter of your bar section

After asking for a drink, he decides to dare you to ditch your position and go enjoy the festival with him; surprise, surprise, you take him up on his offer

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢: bad boy! secret admirer! secret book nerd!

The typical stone-faced bad boy who stalks through the school hallways with a sick blue undercut and his pretty, pink lips always split like his knuckles

Every week, there's a book sitting on your desk, wrapped messily in scraps of newspaper and a message scrawled on its surface

Sometimes it says things that encourage you, or tell you why he chose this book for you, or just a simple "for you :)" with a heart next to it

Little did you know that your adorable secret admirer was the boy you thought wouldn't ever give you a second glance, but in reality was full on whipped for you (yeah, Jeno discreetly watches you open your gifts from the opposite side of the classroom every time, and thrives in the fluttery feeling in his chest whenever he sees you get excited)

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗖𝗞: playboy who got played! (but can't get over you! the ex who outplayed him!)

Haechan's known around campus as a playboy and he's pretty much broken almost every girl's heart, including too many of your friends

You decide to take matters into your own hands and start dating Haechan with every intent to break his heart (the only problem is that you both fall in love w each other)

Instead of putting your mission off, you finish it and dump him, effectively getting your revenge, but at what cost? (You're mad at yourself, and Haechan can't decide if he blames himself or you bc he still loves you, but wants to be strong)

Now it's tense between the two of you, and after your friends figure out what really happened, they conspire to get you back together again

𝗡𝗔 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡: magical genie! archaeologist!reader forbidden romance!

So Jaemin's this centuries old genie who (is trapped) lives in a golden lamp waiting to serve his next master, whoever stumbled across his humble abode next

Turns out, you do find it, and he thinks he can predict exactly what you want, except he clearly doesn't understand you at all and you just surprise him every time you make a wish (you wish for things like a scholarship for your little sister, and for your mom's medical bills to magically be paid for)

But over time, as Jaemin practically becomes your companion, he grows a terrible, forbidden fondness for you and secretly wishes he could grant his own wishes to be with you

"Darling, don't say 'I wish' because I don't want you wasting wishes on things I would gladly give you for free"

𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘: you took his airpod and he thinks you did it on purpose! now you are enemies! much ado about nothing!au

Clearly, stealing one's airpod is not an intentional crime, especially when it's only one of the two and … well, it's been in his ear, for God's sakes

So imagine your surprise when you find out your phone is connecting to "Lele's Airpods" instead of your own; you definitely disinfected the airpod and cleaned your ear, but you have no clue who tf "Lele" is

But you do know a Zhong Chenle who practically storms down the school hallway accusing you of a crime you only accidentally committed, and after both angrily returning each other's earbuds, you become petty mortal enemies

But in reality, you're both terribly attracted to one another and it takes some meddling from your friends to finally make you open your eyes (wbk)

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚: cupid park!jisung demigod!au sunshine x grump trope! child of hephaestus!reader 

Jisung's a pretty popular guy, not just because of his magnetic cuteness, but because of his affinity for making matches successfully as a son of Aphrodite (he's also super hot, but wbk)

You're a child of Hephaestus and you don't really see the hype of him really, but you respect Jisung as a person and as a fellow demigod so you don't exactly trash his matchmaking service

But then he'd challenged to find you a match, and suddenly, he's practically glued to your side all day and every day as he gets to know you in order to find you your perfect match

And he eventually realizes that maybe he's not putting so much effort into this for nothing, because why is his heart stuttering whenever he's near you and why is he always stalling on setting you up on dates now?

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before you, i was a puzzle i couldn’t solve [1/?] (bechloe)

Genre: Fluff, Flirting, Single Parent AU

Summary:

“How did you describe her, baby? Pretty red hair?”

The little girl nodded with a bounce as she took her father’s cue. “Ms. Chloe has the prettiest red hair and her eyes are blue! Bluer than mama’s! Blue like—like Elsa’s powers! And she smiles lots and she likes Catboy and I like Owlette and she said she’ll be my bestest friend forever!”

Or: it’s a sequel to all my pieces fit with yours, Jesse finds out, and a lil reunion happens.

Author’s Note: apparently having your birthday can give you a writer’s kick??? so here’s one out of a number of fics i’m churning out today as a gift to myself 😌💅

no ao3 sorry :(

before you, i was a puzzle i couldn’t solve (1/?)

When people asked her about her daughter’s father, Beca could never decide on a single answer.

Jesse was many things—her best friend, her go-to person when she needed bail, the annoying goofball of a brother she’d never asked for, but mostly, he was her constant. It was difficult to explain to people how integral he was as a part of her life—even after their breakup, even during their arguments about her pregnancy, even during the pregnancy and all the years after, Jesse was a constant pillar of support for her.

He was the one who helped Beca set up the nursery for Erin as soon as she’d told him she wanted to keep her—even if it meant he had to travel all the way to LA from Orlando. He was the one to recommend children’s movies for Erin when he found out Beca would only let their daughter listen to music and read books. He visited as often as he could afford to and made sure Beca took the time to take care of herself and even date around if she ever wanted to (she’d never wanted to, before).

Jesse was Erin’s father first and her best friend second.

Beca always had a feeling that if Jesse wasn’t the father, the chances of her choosing to raise a child would have slimmed down to none. Jesse was her best friend—but that was it. He checked on them constantly and doted a little too much on Erin and from time to time he’d check on her own health and would ask if she was finally seeing anyone yet. She hadn’t dated much since she’d given birth to Erin, and no one had really interested her enough to try anything serious, so her answers have always been the same. Until today.

“So, a redhead, huh?”

Beca had half a mind to slap the shit-eating grin off his face, but Erin was sitting right next to her and Beca wasn’t up to playing 20 questions with her little girl about why she’d hit her dad.

So instead, Beca shrugged and added more neatly cut chicken on to her daughter’s plate and kept her focus resolutely on her lunch.

Jesse pouted childishly at her response (or lack of). “Aw, come on, Becaw! The rare times I ever hear about you meeting someone new and you clam up!”

“No one said anything about meeting anyone,” she retorted, eyes rolling reflexively as she bit back her more choice words.

Jesse’s brow quirked challengingly. “Oh yeah?”

She hated the smug confidence in his tone.

“Hey, Erin, sweetie,” he turned to their daughter, smirk sliding into place as Beca glared. “What was the name of the nice lady you met on the plane again?”

Erin lit up at the mention of her new favorite person. “Ms. Chloe! She was the nicest, prettiest lady ever!”

Though Beca couldn’t argue with those facts, her mom-reflex had her teasingly ask, “Even prettier than mommy?”

Erin nodded without a second thought, warm brown eyes widening earnestly as she looked up at her parents. “She’s the prettiest.”

“Even prettier than Elsa and Tiana?” Jesse pushed, half-teasing, half-genuine, wondering just who, exactly, this ‘Chloe’ was.

Erin stood on her seat, tiny legs wobbling before Beca steadied her with a protective hand. The five-year-old stretched over their food and slapped both of her father’s cheeks, pulling him close with all the excitement and sincerity in her chubby little body. “Prettier than Moana.”

Both adults gasped as dramatically as they could muster while holding back their laughter, Beca guiding Erin back into her seat as she let a couple chuckles leave her lips.

Jesse took her distraction as a chance to continue. “Okay, so, this Ms. Chloe—who’s the nicest and prettiest lady ever, with,” he paused, turning to their little girl as his smile turned sly. “How did you describe her, baby? Pretty red hair?”

The little girl nodded with a bounce as she took her father’s cue. “Ms. Chloe has the prettiest red hair and her eyes are blue! Bluer than mama’s! Blue like—like Elsa’s powers! And she smiles lots and she likes Catboy and I like Owlette and she said she’ll be my bestest friend forever!”

“Well,” Beca swore Jesse’s smile was bordering pure evil. “She sounds just perfect, sweetie. You’ll have to introduce me some time.”

“Yeah!” Erin cheered before prattling on about something completely unrelated to anything they’d been talking about. Beca could only muster a glare at her impishly smiling douchefriend across the table.

_

The rest of their stay passed without much incident. Jesse would bug her about Chloe every now and then, Erin lost a shoe in Disney World, Beca was able to meet up with an old friend, and Erin and Jesse had combined forces to pester her about finding Chloe online (or through her phone friends, as Erin had come to call all forms of social media).

Soon enough, Beca and Jesse had to pry their five-year-old off the man’s leg and hustle their way through the airport to board their flight. Erin always got restless and emotional whenever it came to saying goodbye to Jesse, but Beca had gotten used to it enough to know which tricks to pull out depending on Erin’s body language.

Stage one of the Jesse Separation™ was a good ten minutes of silent tears. Her hysterics from being pulled away from her father would dissolve into little Erin curling in on herself and crying the pain away (sometimes, Beca would imagine some sad r&b song playing the background). Stage two would be the stuttered talking. Erin would turn to her mother, big brown eyes puffy and shaking little lips curled into a pout, before she’d stutter her way through a tiny plea to stay a little longer or bring her father along with them. Stage two was always the most difficult hurdle to jump, especially earlier on in her journey through parenting. Stage two used to make Beca feel like such a shit parent.

But Beca learned, and so she’d hold her baby close, murmur some soft reassurances, pull up some slime videos, and tell her little girl that they’d make all that slime when they got home. The distraction would last a good twenty to thirty minutes before Erin would ask if her daddy could make the snow slime with her (it was always the snow slime)—then she’d remember that they were leaving her father and they’d move on to stage three. Stage three was the most physical of all five stages. Erin would cling to Beca like a clamp, chubby little arms gripping her neck-arm-leg-waist-whatever-body-part-she-could-grip like a lifeline. She’d then proceed to shout Chloe’s name in the middle of the airport—wait. Wait.

Cold blue eyes shot up from her squirming daughter to see burning red hair and full pink lips curled into a small smile, warm ocean blues shining with amusement.

“Chloe?” Beca echoed Erin’s second exclamation, the five-year-old finally jumping out of her mother’s arms and ramming full speed into the redhead’s legs.

“Erin!” Beca watched the teacher crouch to scoop her little girl into a hug easily, tan arms cradling her daughter with a gentle ease. Beca still couldn’t quite believe the teacher was in front of her, having tried to throw all memories of the woman she was sure she’d never see again as far from her thoughts as possible (she was never one to hope for the best in life). Shaking away her confusion, Beca pushed all her questions to the back of her mind and made her way over to the excitedly chattering pair.

Erin’s pout was a little less harsh, her arms still crossed as the baby brunette seemed to be holding herself back from stomping. Chloe’s lips were curled into a serious pout as well, although the edges of her lips twitched with an obvious effort to keep from smiling. Her warm blues were shining with amusement despite the crinkle between her brows, the teacher evidently trying to take the gradeschooler as seriously as possible (as if that weren’t the cutest fucking thing Beca’s ever seen).

“And it isn’t fair!” Beca caught the tail end of Erin’s little rant, quirking a questioning brow at the redhead who shot her an amused little shrug in reply.

Chloe turned her attention back to the pouting five-year-old. “Well, Erin, it sounds like your mommy and daddy are doing everything they can to make sure you get to have everything you want in the entire world. Just because your mommy and daddy can’t always be with you at the same time doesn’t mean that they aren’t working their very hardest so that you can have the bestest life ever.”

Erin’s pout turned thoughtful as she let the words sink in. Even Beca felt blown over by her answer (she couldn’t have come up with a better reply if she’d tried). Finally, with Erin calm enough to talk to, Beca ushered Erin into an empty seat and let her facetime her father before turning to the beaming redhead.

“Fancy seeing you here, Bec.”

The musician’s brows quirked in amusement as she shot the other woman a smirk, the mischievous sparkle in Chloe’s eyes contagious enough for Beca to shoot off a nickname of her own. “Shouldn’t I be the one saying that, Red?”

Chloe shrugged, her smile never wavering as Beca watched the teacher barely contain herself from bouncing in place. “Either way, it’s good to see you again.”

“Likewise.” Beca’s smirk softened just the slightest before she remembered what she’d wanted to ask in the first place. “Wait, so are you on this flight, too?”

“Unfortunately, no. I’m flying off to New York to visit my brother for the rest of the break before I fly back to LA.”

“You live in LA?”

Chloe’s laugh was soft and light, a warm flutter of melodies that danced in Beca’s ears. If Beca hadn’t seen the redhead struggle with her carry-on, she would’ve sworn the woman was angel incarnate. “Don’t sound so surprised, Bec. We were on the same flight.”

Right. Stupid question. Beca bit her lip, hoping the flush on her neck wasn’t as noticeable as it felt. “Right. ‘Course.”

“Ms. Chloe! Ms. Chloe!” Beca thanked the universe for her daughter. “Meet my daddy!” Or not.

Erin was on her feet and tugging Chloe to crouch down next to her, tiny hand curling clumsily around Beca’s phone. Once Chloe had found her footing next to the little bundle of energy, knelt on one leg as she leaned closer, Erin jumped on to the redhead’s lap and handed her Beca’s phone (Beca couldn’t decide if she needed to have another talk with her daughter about boundaries or to encourage her to be careful not to hurt the teacher. She could tell that Chloe was a genuinely kind and warm person and would never hurt Erin on purpose, so she didn’t really know the boundaries she needed to set with her daughter with someone like Chloe).

Warily, Beca decided to hang back and let Erin introduce her newest best friend to her father. Erin had always been a friendly, energetic kid (she got that from Jesse), but Beca had given her enough lessons about being cautious around strangers and anyone who made her feel weird or scared for Erin not to have a cautious side, too. Chloe just seemed to be an exception for both Mitchell women.

“Hi! It’s nice to finally meet you, Erin’s dad.” Erin snuggled into Chloe’s shoulder as the teacher held her phone up to fit both of them into the screen.

“And it’s nice to finally meet you, Ms. Chloe with the red hair who likes Catboy and has replaced me as my daughter’s best friend.” Beca could hear the grin in Jesse’s tone as his tinned voice crackled through her phone’s tiny speakers.

“Daddy!” Erin giggled, burrowing deeper into Chloe’s hold (a weird, fuzzy feeling settling into Beca’s stomach at the sight and sound). “You’re not my best friend! You’re my daddy!”

“Oh, silly me,” the three of them giggled and snickered at nothing Beca understood to be funny, but the pure joy and giddiness in her daughter’s face was enough for her own lips to curl into a soft smile. “I forgot you can’t be both.”

“Yeah, daddy, you can’t,” Erin squeaked in between her giggle-fit. “It isn’t fair if you’re both!”

“You’ve got a point there, Air-bear. Gotta give the competition a chance.”

“Well, thank you for taking pity on us lesser beings,” Chloe’s smile was wide and lopsided, cold steely blues following the curve of those full pink lips with a dazed little blink.

“And thank you for being so great with Erin. There wasn’t a day she didn’t tell me about you.”

“My pleasure Mr—uh, Erin’s dad. Erin’s an amazing bestest friend.”

“Right! Where are my manners, I’m Jesse Swanson. Father to the best little girl in the world.”

“Chloe Beale.” Beca filed that info away for—well, just in case. She was Erin’s newest best friend, after all. Beca might need to contact her in case Erin was feeling… needy, or something.

The boarding call for Beca and Erin’s flight broke the cheerful little atmosphere among the group as the adults realized it was time to say their goodbyes. Jesse promised to call Erin once they landed and Beca promised to text the man when they did. Erin seemed a little less emotional about this goodbye (Beca guessed the tan hand gripping her own little chubby ones helped ease the pain or something), and it was easy enough to convince to grab her little carry on before saying their goodbyes to the redhead.

“Bye Ms. Chloe,” Erin clung to the teacher’s neck like a desperate monkey. “I’ll miss you.”

Chloe seemed almost as emotional as Erin’s stage two. “Bye, little bird. I’ll miss you more.”

“Is this a forever goodbye?” Little Erin’s voice sounded much smaller than a five-year-old’s.

“Of course not! I’ll give your mommy my number so you can call me and text me any time, okay?”

Erin replied with a stronger hug, Beca noticing the misty eyes Chloe blinked away (and if Beca weren’t so concerned about catching her flight, she’d find it all incredibly cute). Knowing they’d be late to their flight if she didn’t step in, Beca cleared her throat and helped lower Erin back to her feet. Once she was sure Erin wasn’t going to burst into tears or anything, she turned her attention back to Chloe, who stood there with a quirked brow and expecting hand.

“What?”

“Your phone, Beca?”

“Oh, right.” Beca watched the redhead quickly type in her number before calling herself to get Beca’s number as well, handing the phone back with her eyes clear of tears and a bright smile back on her lips.

“I better hear from you two soon.”

“Me?”

Chloe winked, stepping into Beca’s space to pull her into a quick (but so, incredibly warm) hug. Chloe stepped back before she could even process what had just happened and knelt in front of Erin to scoop her into one last hug. “Your mommy has my number now and I have hers, so we can talk any time you want, alright?”

Erin nods into the teacher’s shoulder and Chloe finally steps back with one last wave goodbye. “Alright, have a safe trip, you two!” Beca takes Erin’s hand and nods towards the taller woman. “And Beca?” She looks up from checking on her daughter to see Chloe shooting her a sly smile. “Call me.”

[sydnikov]

Hello, I really enjoy your writings! May I request something with the reader being a doctor also Mat Barzal’s neighbour and make it super cute🥺 like him really admiring the reader from afar and his teammates are getting frustrated about it. Thank youuu xx

A/N: Hello anon!! Thank you for the request! I saw this one and knew immediately I had to write for it 😌 This one definitely isn’t my favorite, most likely because it’s my first time writing for Barzy so I apologize if this isn’t what you guys immediately associate his personality with, but I tried watching videos n stuff to get a good handle on what he’s like LOL I’ll get better at writing for him one day though, dw. I also don’t really have a clue what working in the medical field is like so forgive me if the schedule in the story is a bit off 😅

Pairing: Mat Barzal/Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, the usual

I like your scrubs:

Mat Barzal first saw you when you were helping a moving company he recognized from being around Long Island carrying a large cardboard box from their moving truck and into his apartment complex. He had just come home from a morning practice, was tired, sweaty, and could use a nap, but the moment he saw you he couldn’t help but pause in his footsteps, somehow enraptured by the way you held yourself as you dropped off the box before heading right back to the truck to continue.

And it surprised him, the sudden attention he was giving you now, because not only did he not come across new residents moving into this specific complex very often - mostly because it was so damn expensive - but also because of the way you held yourself, the way you just looked— no, not ‘look’ as in beautiful (you were though), but how you looked to give absolutely zero shits for anything else around you.

All-in-all, it was your confidence. How sure you looked of what you were doing, where you were going, not seeming to care that you were pushing past numerous business men with suits and sunglasses to get to and from the moving truck despite the disgruntled looks they’d shoot you.

Mat wouldn’t consider this… strange attraction to you love at first sight, instead more like an admiration of sorts. He admired you, and he didn’t admire just any stranger either. Which was why when he immediately texted some of his teammates who lived in the same complex if they had seen you move in or at least heard of someone new coming in, they were surprised, because rarely ever did Mat show so much interest in finding out a person's identity, nonetheless a complete stranger like you were.

No, Mat didn’t like you, he’d tell his teammates over and over. You just happened to catch his attention because not much happened around the area of Long Island, and he merely wanted to figure out who the new person was moving in.

Even if you maybe happened to have this prettiness about you that had him turning his head every time he saw.

~~~

You knew who Mat Barzal was. Everyone in Long Island, New York did. You were convinced they were living under a rock if they didn’t. And that was why you paid the hockey player absolutely zero attention when you spotted him walking into the apartment complex you were moving into, even if the mess of hair atop his head that was slightly sweaty and very soft-looking made your heart speed up. Because he was a hockey player after all, and everyone knew the reputation they had.

But don’t even get me started on his eyes. You realized they were probably the deepest, most prettiest shade of brown you had ever seen when you caught him staring at you from afar with some emotion you couldn’t pick up on.

Every time you saw him, you were arriving back to your new apartment from a 24-hour shift that had your back aching and eyes drooping, your body the epitome of exhaustion. So you paid no mind to Mat when he walked right into his door when he saw you coming out of the elevator, still dressed in scrubs, hair messy, and eyes glaring daggers at anyone who looked at you weirdly but still somehow managing to pull off the look in the best way possible.

You gave no mind to the way he tried to catch your eye when you passed his apartment or when he immediately straightened up and fixed whatever wrinkles were in his clothes, and you especially paid him no mind when his face fell after watching you merely look over him before disappearing down the hallway without a second glance.

Because you were a doctor, after all. You had received your Bachelor's degree a few years ago, and had only moved to this area in Long Island to take a job at the local hospital since you had recently finished medical school and were now licensed. Your plate was full, you didn't have time for hockey players.

Even if this one happened to give you butterflies.

~~~

"See you tomorrow!"

You called out with a wave to the friendly receptionist at your new place of work before exiting through the glass doors of the building, stepping outside and being greeted by the chilly weather that was sadly typical for a summer day in Long Island.

You were in a good mood signing off today, surprisingly. Your shift earlier that morning had you almost falling asleep on the spot because you were stuck in the waiting room for the most part, but once you arrived back to the hospital after your lunch break to find that it, for once, wasn't understaffed and that everyone had shown up on time, your day turned significantly brighter now that you knew you wouldn't have to take up extra hours.

You had even had time to change out of your scrubs and throw on some actual clothes before you left because you didn't feel like a dead man walking, and that left you feeling so much better than you could imagine.

Maybe it was this good mood of yours that you decided to not pay as much attention to where you were going, even getting honked at at least three times when you drove back to your apartment complex. And maybe it was also your good mood's fault that you weren't watching where you were going, fiddling with the rings on your fingers as the one and only Mat Barzal had just stepped out of his apartment, saw you and froze like the idiot he was, before you were suddenly walking straight into his body and sending you both stumbling back in surprise.

Mat recovered quickest, eyes wide in shock at finally having the chance to talk to you before he was hurriedly moving to help steady you with a hand on your waist, not wanting you to drop your bag and spill whatever was inside of it. Caught off guard at the contact of his warm hand on your waist, you quickly stepped back with a pleasurable shudder, moving your head to stare up at the hockey player you had come to familiarize around here.

You both took the other in, Mat letting his eyes move up and down your body to find that you weren’t dressed in your typical ‘doctor clothing’ after coming home from work, but rather in a loose pair of sweatpants and a tank top that clung to your curves. The sight made his mouth go dry and now he definitely couldn’t speak even if he wanted to.

Eyeing him suspiciously at his rather unnerving silence, you stared back, waiting to see if the hockey player always praised for his forwardness would make a move considering all you did was catch him staring at you from afar.

As Mat finally began to straighten up and was slowly gathering the courage to speak, that was when you gave up on waiting for the centerman to make a move and merely gave him an awkward wave as you began to walk away, wondering what it was about you that had him freezing at the sight of you.

Was it your scrubs, maybe? Did those freak him out? You weren’t wearing them now though…

“Wait!” A voice called out from behind you, and you turned to find that Mat had taken a few steps forward to catch up with you. What did he want? Clearly he wasn’t able to speak around you, so what was it this time? Did you drop something?

Staring at him quizzically, you watched as his mouth opened and closed, and then— “You look nice today.”

You blinked, and Mat stared, his face flushing pink at the idiotic words that escaped his mouth. What in the hell was the matter with him? He’s never gotten this choked up around someone before. Unless you count the lottery draft, but—

“Right…” Your voice was skeptical as you began to slowly back away, eyebrows raised in mild amusement. You may have changed before leaving today, but you were pretty sure your makeup was still smeared and your hair was most definitely not at its best. You were a doctor saving lives every day, after all, you didn’t have the time to be impressing anyone.

You had almost wanted to be snarky, say something like ‘so I don’t look nice any other day?’ but you didn’t have the heart to put the poor guy under any more stress than he looked to be in. And fine, so maybe you did have a small soft spot for the hockey player, but so what? He was just cute, you reasoned, you did not have a crush.

And as you turned around the corner, leaving Mat Barzal standing in the middle of the hallway in front of his apartment door, the only thing he could do was release a loud groan before slamming his head against the wall, berating himself for his idiocy.

“God, Mat, you’re so stupid…” He muttered to himself in the empty complex, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration before shaking his head and walking to the elevator. Even if he was mortified for life, he still had practice to get to despite the fact that his head wasn't completely in it.

~~~

Mat was not having a good day. He was at a morning practice, luckily a later one, though despite getting the perfect amount of sleep - in fact, he almost overslept - he could not for the life of him make himself focus, resulting in numerous fumbled passes and just missing the puck entirely when aiming his stick for it.

Why, you asked? Hell, even he didn’t really know for sure, all he could think about was your face when you walked away from him a few days ago after he gave the most idiotic compliment in his existence.

And his teammates definitely knew it. Or, well, the ones who lived in the complex with him, anyways.

As Mat fired a puck at the goal and the shot, yet again, went completely wide, that was when the whistle blew for a break and he was quickly bombarded by a multitude of questions once he skated over to the bench.

“What in the hell is going on with you today?”

“Are you sick? Not feeling well?”

“You have got to get whatever this is under control, man—”

“Is it that person you keep bringing up who just moved in?”

And as that last question was asked by Anthony, Mat immediately folded, head tilting back with a loud groan that had everyone going ‘ohhhhh’ and sighing exasperatedly at the blush that immediately took over his face.

“Is it that obvious?” Mat asked, trying to sound annoyed but instead just coming across as sheepish.

“You are so whipped, it isn’t even funny anymore, Barzy,” Spoke Anders, the team Captain, who was currently eyeing him with an expression that held both amusement yet also said ‘you better get your shit together soon or there will most definitely be consequences’ because the Islanders couldn’t exactly afford to start losing now.

It was only little things, though, Mat would think to himself late at night as he tossed and turned in bed. He wasn’t exactly playing bad, was just a little more clumsy and distracted than everyone would have liked. Like mishaps when passing the puck or just completely falling over because he wasn’t watching where he was skating, and maybe there was also that one time he could have sworn he saw your face in the stands during warmups that caused him to run straight into one of his teammates, causing them both to topple over like a bowling ball hitting a pin.

(He could have sworn that Anders tipped off the social media manager to keep it in the highlight reels for weeks afterwards as payback for his distractedness)

So maybe Mat was just having a bad case of puppy-love. But he couldn’t help it, not when he saw you coming home every day managing to make exhausted and irritated look beautiful and charming. It especially didn’t help that he couldn’t even string a sentence together when in your presence, despite you stopping by to now say ‘hi’ every time you passed him.

Fortunately, Mat did manage to get his head back in the game after a rather tough loss against the Penguins that had him fuming with anger well into the early hours of the morning. Suddenly he was racking up points and making plays like never before, all while having you floating in the back of his mind like a fly that wouldn't go away.

Unfortunately, this meant that his teammates were on the receiving end of Mat's new crush, telling them for the tenth time this week about what he had seen you wearing when coming home from work, and according to him, word-for-word, you were “wearing your scrubs backwards and your hair was a mess but you still managed to pull it off so well—”

That was the last straw for them, personally. They had to do something. Anders especially didn’t know how much more he could take of hearing how “pretty you were” before checking Mat into the boards himself to shut him up.

~~~

“Thanks for having me over,” Anthony grinned from beside Mat as they waited for the elevator to stop at his teammate’s floor, subconsciously patting at his pocket where his buzzing phone rested.

“You more or less invited yourself, but sure,” Mat laughed, rolling his eyes with playful mirth as the elevator stopped at his floor with a ding.

You’ll be thanking me later, Tito thought while biting the inside of his cheek, purposefully staying behind Mat as they walked down the hallway.

Agreeing unanimously, the whole team had decided to assign Tito to the job of putting them out of their misery about having to hear about this doctor from Mat one more time. So what did he do, you ask? He subtly interrogated the ever-oblivious Barzy about the times he had seen you coming home from work and determined you did so at about the same time after their evening practices ended.

So he may have invited himself along with Mat under the ruse of just wanting to spend time with his friend to eat dinner and play video games, while really he was going to force Mat to ask you out even if he had to kick his shins to get him to speak.

Overall, Tito just found it odd. Normally Mat had no problem being confident and talkative around people he found himself interested in. It was strange how he could flirt with literally everyone he met, but when it came to you it was like his brain just decided to take a vacation. Tito wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t looking forward to meeting you just for that reason alone.

“So… Where does this doctor live?” And Tito knew he already fucked up in approaching this by the way Mat turned to stare at him skeptically, eyes narrowing and wondering why his friend was suddenly bringing you up when before he just turned and walked away every time your name left his mouth.

“A few doors down the hallway from mine,” Mat eventually answered with a hum, thinking back to the times he’d seen you enter and exit your apartment. From what he could tell from the brief glances he'd seen inside, he could tell you had already decorated and made the place your home.

"In fact I think they should be—" And as if the gods were looking down on them, both Mat and Tito's heads turned to look down the hallway at the sound of the elevator doors opening— and sure enough it was you, scrubs wrinkled and face tired, your eyes unfocused as you began to move down the hallway.

Mat froze, eyes widening as he suddenly paused mid-step to take you in. Anthony would have laughed if he didn't have a mission to make sure Mat would actually ask you out.

Anthony waited for his friend to go forward, say hi, do something, but as you got closer and closer and Mat just remained frozen, he knew he was on his own in this.

Damn it, Barzy, you SO owe me, Tito swallowed before stepping out from behind his teammate, reaching out to wave once you approached them and you looked up from your phone with a friendly yet confused smile at the sight of a wide-eyed Mat and his grinning friend.

"Hi," He started, ignoring the slightly panicked look from Mat burning into the side of his face. "I'm Anthony, Matty's teammate here,"

Okay… You were confused, even slightly concerned because Mat looked like he was wanting to both intervene to talk to you himself and also wishing for the floor to swallow him whole. But Anthony - Tito, you'd remember from watching interviews - was grinning so widely that it almost looked forced, but it made you feel less tense and more open to conversation after another long shift.

You introduced yourself with a tired smile, reaching out to shake his hand. You figured that since you didn't initiate the conversation that you didn't have to carry it, and with this thought in mind you let your eyes shift back and forth from Tito and Mat, wondering why exactly they were standing in the middle of the hallway.

"Long day today?" Mat managed to get out only after Anthony delivered a harsh kick to his shin; at least the two of you were on friendly-conversation terms despite him wanting to be so much more than that.

"It always is," You agreed, smiling lazily and only just barely able to hold back a yawn as Tito slowly began to slip away to his friend's apartment, confident in the way the two of you were now completely enraptured in each other's presence.

And then it was quiet, the two of you shyly avoiding each other's eyes despite the way you were slowly shuffling closer to each other. Your tired mind was screaming at you to back away, to retreat back to your apartment because this was an NHL player, but you just couldn't bring yourself to when standing in front of Mat with those gorgeous brown eyes of his.

Maybe it was the way you all-of-a-sudden looked so shy and entirely un-confident that gave Mat himself the confidence to finally man-up and face whatever fear he had of talking to you, which was why he tapped your arm in a silent question, causing you to look up with a questioning expression.

"Do you… Maybe want to go out sometime?" His question was hesitant but everything about him in that moment screamed confidence and assurance of your answer, and damn if that didn't do something to your insides.

"Yeah, okay," You murmured, agreeing with a small smile as Mat's entire expression lit up with childlike excitement at your agreement.

Anthony may have let out a quiet groan of exasperation when he heard you agree because now he definitely wasn't going to ever hear the end of it from Mat, but he still couldn't help but let a smile spread across his face at the sheer joy in Mat's eyes as he watched the two of you exchange numbers,

Finally.

"You're welcome," Tito sing-songed when Mat met him at his apartment door, laughing when his teammate merely shoved him with a weak glare before letting them inside.

"Shut up, Tito."

~

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