#red sunflower burst!

[bleedingredridinghood]

[bywons]

YOU'RE A SUNFLOWER! 🕷️ SPIDERMAN!JAKE FALLING FOR YOU

𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬──── your superhero love story with spiderman jake

❪ 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝐶𝑖𝑆 ❫ ｡ spiderman!jake x f!r 211Owc 𖥔 fluff spiderman au ── 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 mentions of fighting injuries kissing skinship 愛 ／ CATALOGUE

する ܃ this was supposed to be out a long time ago, but practicals said no TT

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SPIDERMAN!JAKE who is your caring, obliging and hilarious roommate, with a secret.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE, your endlessly sweet, slightly chaotic, and hilariously dorky roommate, who always seems to be juggling late nights and suspiciously “urgent errands.” you’ve noticed his habit of disappearing at the oddest times, but jake always comes back with an excuse and that charming, slightly guilty smile of his. what you don’t know is that his “errands” involve swinging across the city in his spider-man suit, battling villains, and saving lives.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who quickly changes into his normal civilian clothes before you can walk in and catch him red handed in his spiderman suit. he prays you wouldn't make too much of the still open window, his sparsely webbed fingers and the cold beads of sweat forming on his neck and forehead, as you walk in through his door, greeting him.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who always seems to know when you're low, when you need him. it's uncanny really, you don't know how he always shows up with his pretty face and that boyish, contagious smile, knocking on your door with chocolates and an impromptu movie plan. “rough day?” he smiles so warmly at you, as you welcome him in.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE sits next to you in every class, it's like you're becoming best friends with him. and sometimes, he's extremely late to class and the students giggle at his funny excuses to the professor— “my alarm clock broke” or “got in a fight with my window,” he jokes, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as the class bursts into laughter. but when SPIDERMAN!JAKE runs up to you after those awkward excuses to be allowed into the lecture, he plops down next to you and pulls out a sweet treat everytime, an apology gift for being late, you must have missed him all this time!

SPIDERMAN!JAKE, who disappears at the weirdest times. you’ll be in the middle of a conversation, and suddenly he’s mumbling something about an errand and bolting out the door. “be back in a few!” he shouts, leaving you confused and a little suspicious.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who's your one call away. just a missed call or single concerning text from you and he drops everything, everything to be by your side and make sure you're okay. he doesn't care if he's in utmost danger, he'll always find a way back to you, “i’ll be there in a minute,” he promises, and within moments, he’s stumbling through your door, still catching his breath, hair disheveled, making up some vague excuse about losing track of time.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who's just so kind to the point it's infuriating. he always carries your bags and books after each class, brings you sweet treats and buys you soft plushies when you're feeling low, he offers to do your assignments at times when you're overworked. even at the perfect times, jake always has a granola bar inside his pockets when you're hungry.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who has had nothing but heart eyes for you since the day that he laid his eyes on you.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who tries not to let out a sly grin whenever he’s surrounded by faint whispers and giggles from his classmates or strangers about impressive rescues from the amazing spiderman. he loves his undercover state at times when his friends come up to him all excited, “bro did you news last night? spiderman was awesome!” , “yeah he's my hero!” and jake feels utterly proud and content with what he does to keep his city safe. but then there's you.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who first noticed you in the hallway, laughing with your friends, casual and confident, seemingly unimpressed by all the talk about the city’s newest hero. “what's so special about spiderman anyways?” you scoffed and rolled your eyes, as you walked by, your tone so nonchalant it made jake pause mid-step. he could see the others around you giggling and excited, but you? you didn’t even bat an eye at his name.

it stung SPIDERMAN!JAKE in a way he wasn't used to. everyone else idolized spiderman, a token of hope and strength of the city. but you? you were indifferent to it all, and he couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach. he would love a little chase.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who would start to have a little crush on you, and being a hopeless romantic and being a mildly awkward, superpowered guy— he did what he could, appearing all so suddenly when you would least expect it. “bump into you” at random times like when you were collecting your books from your locker for the next class, and just when you close it, SPIDERMAN!JAKE is already leaning against it, a coy smirk playing on his lips. he tries to act nonchalant, as if his heart isn't beating a million miles per hour right now, as if he didn't take down a villian last night. “hey” he’d greet you with a grin, eyes shining with curiosity. “you said something about spiderman earlier. got an opinion on him now?” you glanced at him, raising an eyebrow at him, “what? you're his biggest fan?” SPIDERMAN!JAKE would giggle nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he mumbles out, “nah, just wondering if maybe you’ve changed your mind. you know, given all the... cool stuff spiderman does.” “still seems overrated to me!” you reply, shooting him a quick smile before returning to your class.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE couldn’t help it—his heart skipped a beat. you didn’t idolize spiderman. you didn’t worship him. you didn’t need to. and yet, that simple lack of interest made him want to know more about you.

and so fast forward to now SPIDERMAN!JAKE has developed relationships with you, and developed feelings about you at bay. he never thought of sharing a room with you, laughing and spending time after class with you or sometimes, sharing a tense eye contact with you. the one which wants him to kiss you right then, right there.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who in the middle of the night, stares up at his spiderman mask, feeling guilty for keeping you in the dark for so long.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who prays and prays that you will finally take a liking to spiderman, and that you will like the real, superhero him.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who's so overprotective of you, and he doesn't even realize it. you always wonder how he arrives just in 5 minutes after you just sent him a, “stuck at a party, come pick me up?” text. maybe he's just too fast? or maybe he's beating up creepy guys who tried to hit on you just to the next alley, you just don't know yet.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who comes late at night one day, adamant to go meet with your lousy, insufficient ex. and when you know about it, it's already late. jake’s already made him learn a lesson right after his mission. he looks at with puppy eyes, his glossy and sorrowful eyes reciprocating your worried, upset ones. “was it really necessary?” you whisper, gently tending to his wounds all over his face, as you look down at jake. “sorry, you didn't deserve that from him, that's all,” jake sighs, already too mesmerized by your face staring at him, too addicted to your honey touch on his skin. and as you see jake getting all guilty for his actions, you don't think much about it and press a quick, feathery kiss on his cheeks.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE whose eyes become wide and jaws hang low as you kiss his cheeks. you, kissed him? “thanks jake,” you mumble, a mellow blush creeping onto your cheeks. “d-dont thank me,” jake stutters as his whole face flushes up, he moves his hand up to capture your wrist, softly pressing it against your cheeks.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who swings around the city in joy the next day, who's so confident to confess to you now. he's super sure you'd like him back. maybe as spiderman too.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who spots you easily when returning home one night, still in his spiderman suit. you're alone, looking uncomfortable as you walk down the street. but there's no one around you, maybe you're just cold? but he doesn't think about it much before he swings down, gathers you in his arms and makes his way to your shared dormitory with him.

you gasp as SPIDERMAN!JAKE takes you along with him in the air, you feel like you're almost flying. he blushes under his mark as he feels you holding on to him. “but i didn't want…your help,” you mumble as he puts you down on your balcony. “a pretty girl like you shouldn't be cold outside, and it's my job to keep you safe!” you see the superhero giggle, patting his shoulder all by himself. “but how'd you know where i live?” you question, eyes narrowing. oh well, jake wasn't prepared for that. he clears his throat, “well, spiderman knows everything!” “well maybe not everything ‘cause…this is my roomate jake’s room not mine.” SPIDERMAN!JAKE gulps.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE tries to say something, but words are caught up in his throat. but before he could even comprehend, you step forward, and pull up his mask, revealing the handsome face of your roommate indeed.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who is stunned, didn't expect to reveal his true identity like this.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE, who’s now standing frozen on your balcony, watches as the realization dawns on your face. his heart races in his chest, a mixture of panic and anticipation swirling within him as you look at him, then back at the mask in your hand. “you really are terrible at keeping secrets, you know that?” you say, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. jake stammers, his usual confidence gone. “i-i can explain,” he starts, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “it’s just... i didn’t mean for you to find out like this. its not exactly how i planned—” “you planned for me to find out?” you interrupt, stepping closer. his blush deepens, and he’s never been more thankful for the night sky to hide the embarrassment creeping up his neck.

“not really. i mean, yes. no. i don’t know!” SPIDERMAN!JAKE groans, running a hand through his hair. “i just... i wanted to tell you eventually. it’s not easy being spiderman and your roommate, okay?” you can’t help but laugh softly at how flustered he looks. “you’re ridiculous, you know that? swinging me around the city like some kind of superhero, and then you drop me off here, your balcony, not even realizing it.”

SPIDERMAN!JAKE’s eyes widen. “wait—did you at least enjoy the swinging?” you hesitate, biting back a smile. “it wasn’t terrible, i guess.” “not terrible,’ huh?” he teases, a bit of his usual charm slipping back into his voice. “that’s practically a glowing review coming from you.” you roll your eyes but step closer again, the space between you almost nonexistent. “you’re lucky you’re cute, jake.” jake blinks, momentarily stunned, his mouth opening and closing like he’s trying to form words but failing miserably. “wait, what?” “don’t make me say it again,” you murmur, and before he can even process it, you grab the front of his suit and pull him down, pressing your lips to his.

for a moment SPIDERMAN!JAKE is too shocked to react, but then he melts into the kiss, his hands instinctively finding your waist, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. the world seems to fade away—the late-night city noise, the cool breeze brushing against your skin, even the fact that you’re standing on a balcony. it’s just you and jake, and for once, he feels like he doesn’t need to hide. when you finally pull away, his face is flushed, his lips slightly parted as he looks at you with a dazed expression. “wow,” he breathes, blinking rapidly. “so, uh... does this mean you forgive me for the whole secret spiderman thing?” you smirk, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. “i’ll think about it. but you owe me, big time, spiderman”

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who just can't believe you kissed him, and that you're his now.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who visits you in the middle of the night when he says he'd be away, surprising you, both with his presence and a kitten he just saved.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who takes you out on dates but in a special way, swinging all around the nightlife of the glowing city with you in his arms.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who loves you, and only you, who promises to fight everyone just for you.

SPIDERMAN!JAKE who loves you, and only you, who promises to fight everyone just for you.

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[7ndipity]

I was just daydreaming and realized I've never had a bouquet or flowers from anyone, soo...

Could you do them picking flowers to their S.O?

Flowers For Their S/o

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: What types of flowers that the members would get for their S/o

Warnings: none

A/N: Thank you for sending this request! Tbh, I’ve never received flowers either(I’m pretty sure I’d burst into tears if I ever did, lol), so we can just daydream together💐 I hope this is okay!💜

Masterlist

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Jin: Jinnie loves getting you flowers, whether it’s for your 3 month anniversary or just a random Tuesday, he just loves how happy they make you! He usually goes for something classic like pink roses or tulips, tho, he definitely likes to splurge on bigger, more elaborate bouquets for special occasions.

Yoongi: Yoongi always gets you daisies, doesn’t matter what type of bouquet it is, there’s always some type of daisies peeking out the mix at you. If you ever ask why, he’ll admit it’s bc you mentioned them once on your first date, and now everytime he sees them, he thinks of you.

Hobi: Bc it’s Hobi, my brain immediately went to sunflowers, but I actually think he would get you smth like dahlias or peonies. Expect them every week for the foreseeable future tho, bc he plans to make up for any bouquets that you’ve missed out on in the past.

Namjoon: I could see Joon trying to be clever and getting you a potted plant instead so that it (hopefully)doesn’t die in a week like cut flowers do, but sometimes his sentimental side gets the best of him and he comes home w a bright mixed bouquet for you.

Jimin: Jimin I think would make a point to find out what your favorite flower is, and then makes sure to always include them in every single bouquet he gets you. I also think he would like simple bouquets of things like carnations, bc they’re so bright and friendly looking.

Taehyung: Tae’s a classic romantic, so he tends to bring you red roses a lot. He’s also a fan of big gestures tho, so don’t be surprised when he sends like 20 bunches of smth bright like daffodils or chrysanthemums to your place whenever you’re sad or he’s traveling.

Jungkook: I think Jk would typically get you different flowers every single time, bc he can never make up his mind and he just likes surprising you, but I think he would especially like getting you a mix of lilies(his birth flower) and whatever your birth flower is.

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[illogicallyx]

thoughts and distractions

content: gojo satoru x fem!reader + established relationship.

warnings: fluff, reader is perched on gojo's lap , uhhh shit ton of grammatical errors i don't have time to fix ig paired with weird and hasty writing ig yeah. i still love this piece lol it feels like a fever dream reading it back

a giggle echoes out in the room.

"what's gotten into you, baby?" satoru closes his eyes as he feels you rub your cheek against him like cats do.

he had been waiting for you to come home from your work. it was his favourite part of the day, waiting for you to come home and have you sit on his lap and ramble on about your day at work. it was common for you to be clingy towards him, he wasn't any better with you either.

but today you were clingier than usual, it was like you were trying to merge into him — not that he minded.

you hadn't even bothered to take off your shoes which were usually the first to go when you came home, making a beeline for his lap the moment you got through the door and started peppering his face with kisses, making his heart soar along with his eyebrows, prompting him to ask the question with an airy laugh.

"i missed you a lot today" a sigh leaves your lips as you voice out the reason for your needy behaviour, hands fisting the white tee he likes to wear around the house.

this was true, there was something about the day that kept making your brain revert back to his blue eyes that reminded you of the sky, his laugh that makes you feel like your heart is bursting from joy whenever you hear it and his overall presence that makes you gravitate towards him like a sunflower follows wherever the sun goes.

"yeah? what did you miss about me?" he hums at you, mouth pressing a kiss to your temple as you close your eyes and simply breathe, body feeling like you'd explode from the love and touch of the man who's currently holding your hips.

your hands travel to the back of his neck, fingers playing with the short hair from his undercut as you try to remember the exact thoughts you kept having as you worked.

a smile breaks out when you hear satoru let out a purring-like sound from his throat when he feels your fingers in his hair, he'd always been sensitive there.

you pull away from the side of his face and press your forehead to his. "well the first thought was about your eyes" you whisper to him, like you are sharing a secret with him. but it's never been a secret, not to him and not to anybody else.

it had always been obvious when your sudden change in favourite colour had drastically and funnily gone from dark red to blue, there was not a single shade of blue that had gone unloved by you when you started loving satoru. you had behaved like it was a crime to get anything that didnt have a dot of blue.

"well duh, everyone and their mother knows how much you love my eyes" satoru replies with an eyeroll that earns him a smack to the back of his head, your pretty lips forming a pout that matches his own now as one of his hands come up to rub where you hit him.

"now you've ruined the mood, get off me" you wiggle around in his lap, half heartedly untangling yourself from him.

"get off you? you're the one laying on top of me" he retorts as he watches you get up with hasty movements, causing some of your hair to fall in front of your face.

you look at him with faux irritation and card your fingers through your own hair, flipping them back and whip around to finally take the awful heels off when you're suddenly being pulled from behind, definitely by the big oaf you call your boyfriend.

satoru laughs a little in your neck when you still resist his hold on you as he gets you back on his lap. a tender kiss to your neck has you melting right back into his chest.

"where you off to, missy? you still have to list your thoughts to me" he says with a smirk. his smirk turns into a fond smile when he hears and feels your laughter as he tickles your side slightly.

his own heart bursting with joy at the sound of laughter of his love, just like yours does with his.

just like it always will.

[small-sinclair]

For you

Obsessed!Bo Sinclair x reader

Tw: mention of blood, gore, Bo being obsessed with reader, mention of him wanted to drink blood, he’s a bit unhealthy, beheading in graphic detail!!!! (Maybe you can read this as I’m being a vampire if you squint?)

Let me know if you want more Obsessed!Bo Sinclair!

When he found you bleeding on the floor and crying in the House of Wax, he felt his heart shatter. He felt as if his world was falling apart because he couldn’t keep you safe.

“You’re hurt,” he whispers silently to himself, pain in his voice. There’s still blood in his hair from the latest kill, but the wild and untamed eyes turned worried and hurt when he sees your leg scrapped. Though it wasn’t it big or major, you still cried from the pain.

He knelt next to you and caressed your cheek. He thumbed away the stray tears that fell, and it felt like acid burning through his skin and bones. “Who did this to you?” He asked gently, his voice mixed in venom and silk. “Who did it?”

You leaned into his touch. “It doesn’t matter—“

“Sweetheart,” he starts, lifting your chin with his hand. “Tell me. Who did this?” You could see blood and red starting to fill his blue eyes. “Point to me where he went.”

You didn’t need to tell him anything as he heard the girl running away screaming from Vincent. He looked at you then at Vincent, and he slowly raised your hand to kiss it. His lips were soft and cracked against your skin. “I’ll be back, my sunflower,” he whispers in your skin. “I promise. Her head will be yours.”

He doesn’t let you say anything else as he stands up and leaves. He’s a hunter, born and raised. The taste of blood and bone will be forever stained in his teeth and tongue.

“She’s mine,” he hissed at Vincent as he walked past him, stealing the dragon-headed knife handle. He knows the girl can’t leave. She’s trap in this maze his mother created.

He’s like a wolf approaching a rabbit as he enters a room. He sees the girl trying to escape, and he only smirks. He loves it when they run and escape. Bo drew closer to her, the knife tight in his hand until his knuckles turned white. Flashes of you crying and bleeding in front of him made his heart burst and boil. The cries from the girl muffled away in his ears and her pleads go unheard. With a mighty shove, he had her on the ground. She coward away from him but he stood over her. He could see her lips moving, but her words didn’t reach him.

The only thing he heard was your broken sobs of pain and the acid tears that touched his skin. You’re his sunflower, his deity, the one he’ll hunt for. He felt like he failed you when he saw you hurt. Your tears and blood stained on his paints. He’s not worthy of your blood. He can’t be. The more he thought about you crying, the more he wanted the girl gone. He didn’t her in town. He didn’t want you to see her ever again.

He raised the knife high and brought it down. He felt the skin and the blade cutting, but it wasn’t fatal. He stabbed again and again, over and over, until she laid barely breathing and tears streaming down her cheeks. He felt the warmth of the blood on his face and smiled like a devil. He twirled the knife with his fingers and brought it over the girl’s throat, cutting it deep. Even when dead, he didn’t stop. He cut deeper and deeper under her head was clean off. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and lifted it high. He tilted his head to the side and examined the girl and her face without a care in his eyes. Bo stood with her head in his hand and walked back where you were.

Vincent was next to you as he helped bandage your leg. He frowns when he saw you, but his smile returns. He felt like a servant bring an offering to a royal as he came closer with the girl’s head hanging from her hair in his hands. He promised to bring you her head, and he was going to keep good. He would carved your name in his skin with a rusty spoon if you ask him— no, command him. You’re his everything, and he’ll serve you until the bitter end. He’d lick your blood off the floor and worship the ground you bled on if it pleases you! The very thought of it made his heart flutter just a bit along with the idea of you letting him taste your blood. He wanted to feel closer to you… he wanted to know how you would tasted.

He stands a couple feet away from you when he falls to his knees. You look over and horror fills your eyes once you see the girl’s lifeless eyes looking at you. You want to scream, but you can’t. You couldn’t.

Bo place the head between you and him as he lowered his head to a bow. “For you,” he says in a low voice. “Her head as promised.”

You can’t speak as you look at the head then back at Bo. He’s done it. He’s gone to far in loving you that it’s become unhealthy. The puppy blue eyes that he flashes, the hearts dancing in his eyes, and the sweet rose petals and daisy voice no longer feels safe. He did this for you.

Just.

For.

You.

Sickness fills you but your eyes roll back and you fell in Vincent’s arms.

[sleepyangelkami]

Would you write John Murphy from the 100?

BOY FROM THE SKY j.murphy

𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 2.5K

JOHN MURPHY X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - you and your parents live in a cottage in the woods, what happens when they return from hunting one day with a boy, battered and bruised, claiming he'd fallen from the sky?

 𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - minor blood + gore, (1) use of y/n, shy!reader, acid fog, panic attack, swear word(s), petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

living in the woods wasn't as isolated as it seemed. you rather liked where you lived, the peace in it. besides, you'd never known anything else.

it was just you and your parents, it always bad been. you often had visitors, people from clans all throughout the forest, but they were allies to your family now, peace being served between you all.

your hands brushed against the ceramic plates, wiping them clean when you heard commotion from outside the cottage. your parents had been on a run, hunting for food while you stayed behind. they never trusted you enough to go out by yourself.

you found yourself following the noise but you didn't get far, eyes widening as your father burst open the door, he and your mother supporting a boy from either arm, limp as they dragged him. "what are you doing?" you mumbled, following them as they lifted him towards the bathroom.

blood followed in a trail.

"y/n, get the medical supplies, now." you wasted no time in fleeing the room, hands pushing at drawers until you found the medical supplies you needed. your parents were waiting for you as you passed them the things they needed, stepping back to watch.

you didn't speak to people outside the cabin, that was your parents job but watching him, a new soul standing inside your bathroom was certainly a sight to scare. "come here, put pressure on his stomach with this cloth." you did as your mother told you, gently placing your hands against the white cloth, now stained crimson.

"who... who is he?" your voice croaked, turning to your father who was putting rubbing alcohol in his arm.

"john. murphy. most people just call me murphy, though." your eyes widened as they turned back to the boy. seeing as his eyes were lolled closed and his head was leaning down, you assumed he'd been passed out but he looked back up at you, with low red eyes and a hazy memory. "what's the problem? not a fan of blood?" he could feel your hands shaking against his wound, doing everything in your power not to look down.

thankfully, your mother answered for you, unaware of how your jaw was glued in the one place, unable to move. "she's terrified of it." answering shortly. "i got it." your mother moved your hands away and let her own hands take over.

you stepped backwards, almost tripping over your own two feet. watching the stranger in the bathroom with your parents working on his wounds was enough to make you feel hazy too. "what can i do to help?" you mumbled, voice low and quiet.

murphy decided then that you resembled a flower, not a sunflower or anything so bright, but a delicate one, a white tulip, perhaps. he gave you a funny smile. "don't suppose you guys have coffee, here, do you?"

that was the first time you'd ever met john murphy. he soon became much more than a stranger.

he became sort of like a 'second' as the grounders would call it, to your parents. he did as much as he could to repay them for their kindness. you never really asked him much about himself, squeaking and hiding every chance you got. living out in the forest by yourself for your whole life, you got a little shy.

your parents were hunters but also searching for a better place to live, the cabin only provided so much security. often, they'd leave for weeks at a time leaving you in the cabin alone. they never had to worry though, because you always kept things under control. but this time... you had someone to stay with you, though you could hardly call them a friend if you couldn't look him in the eye.

it was late at night, your parents had only left that morning and you were in the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water. you were dressed in tattered pale blue sleep shorts with a ragged white henley on top.

you were under the impression that you were in the kitchen alone, that was until the door slammed rather harshly. a squeak fell from your lips as you gripped the glass in your hand tighter as to keep it from falling. your wide eyes glanced forward to see murphy, grimacing at the sound. "sorry." he uttered. "i didn't mean to scare you."

you inhaled softly. "you didn't." but your shaking voice and nervous shuffle said otherwise.

murphy still eyed you, unconvinced. he'd made it his job to be extra careful around you. he could tell from your nervous jitters that you were rather shy and the last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable in your own home.

"looks like we had the same idea." he joked, pouring himself a glass of water too.

your eyes nervously looked at him. it was easier to look at him when he wasn't looking at you, and right now his eyes were trained on the rounded kitchen table.

his skin looked less battered and bruised than it did before. the bruises still lingered but the cuts were almost gone. "your wounds look better."

and thank god for that, the sight of his wounds had made you a little on edge. "that mean you can finally look me in the eye now?"

murphy knew as soon as the words left his lips that he shouldn't have said anything. when speaking to you, you adverted your eyes as quickly as you could, never making eye contact. your fingers would fiddle with themselves and you'd dig the tip of your foot into the mud beneath your shoes.

always so nervous.

"sorry." you mumbled, cheeks turning warm. "i'm just..."

"shy?" he practically answered for you, watching you catch your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. "i get it."

your eyes caught to his dark blue ones and you tried to keep your face from getting hot. "goodnight, murphy." setting your glass in the sink and making your way towards the door.

"goodnight, sweetheart." the minute it left his lips, he knew it was too late to take back.

he watched as your cheeks turned to flames and your eyes widened even larger. you quickly scurried out of the room and he bit his lip, rolling his own eyes and wondering how he could be so stupid.

it wasn't as if he hadn't meant to call you such a name. he just wished he'd gotten the chance to be more gentle with it, to ease you into the idea.

you already seemed nervous before, he could only imagine you now.

however, as the sun rose again by morning, you didn't seem to want to leave his side. he was unsure what had changed within the night but he shrugged it off, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"it's nice out today, don't you think?" you see, you'd spent all your time with him all day but you hadn't exactly spoke much. murphy was chopping wood with the spare axe your father always used. he wiped a hand across his forehead and looked up at the blazing sun.

you just nodded silently, glancing around at the pretty flowers that were beginning to bloom. "spring's one of my favourite seasons." you admitted in a low mumble.

murphy's eyes turned to you, watching you at your seat on top of one of the wood logs, swaying your feet back and forth. "yeah? why's that?" using the axe to swing onto another piece of wood. they were already chopped into cylinders but they were too big to fit in the fire place.

"i like the flowers." it was only now that he realised there was a little flower crown sitting in your lap, you were adding the last few daisies. "i think peonies are my favourite but i've never seen one in real life."

most of your life was measured in books and pictures, it wasn't like you had many people to keep you company before, to tell you their own stories. aside from your parents, that is.

"you will." your eyes glanced up, hearing the sincerity in his voice. he'd placed the axe against the ground and picked up the now separated log pieces. "someday."

"how do you know?" you questioned in the sweetest tone he'd ever heard as you connected the flower crown into exactly what it was supposed to be.

the ghost of a smile on your lips was enough to have him do the same.

but the sound of a horn stopped him from answering your question.

a cold fear suddenly fell over you. you knew what the sound of the horn meant.

acid fog.

your wide eyes turned to murphy, standing as you dropped the flower crown onto the log you'd been using as a seat.

"shit." the boy mumbled, dropping the wood against the grass and turning to look at the cabin.

you were too far away from it, you'd never make it in time, the acid fog would get there quicker. "what do we do?" your worried voice caught his ears and he could see pure terror etched to your face, inching closer to him.

"it's okay, it's okay, c'mere." he pushed his hand out, wavering you forward and you merely clutched the hem of your dress between your fingers, eyes looking past the meadow. "c'mere, angel, i've got you."

you were too far from home.

it was one of the main reasons that you hated leaving home. you could never be prepared, not all the way out here.

however, you complied anyway, putting your life's trust in murphy as he suddenly clasped your hand, leading you the opposite way of your home.

"murphy? murphy, where are we going?" he could hear the horror slick in your voice, it was an unusual sound. there never was much emotion in your voice, as if you could only ever mumble.

the sound of you... fearful made his heart lurch. he suddenly wished he could take care of you in any way you needed, make sure you were never put in harms way again.

"'s okay, just follow me, i know a place." he turned behind him, knowing he shouldn't have looked back. he sucked in a breath of air at the sight of the airy yellow fog. "gotta pick up the pace, sweetheart." his voice suddenly panicked.

and you did just that.

murphy was faster, though, leading the way with your hand wrapped in his own. you ran until your calves burned, eyes widening when murphy suddenly stopped. but you didn't question him.

funnily enough, you trusted him.

and your parents must have trusted him too, leaving you alone with him.

he reached down, clearing the ground of leaves and sticks, a metal door was suddenly revealed. you looked at murphy with confusion. you'd lived here your entire life, how did he know more about this place than you did?

nonetheless, he ushered you inside. "there you go, atta girl." allowing you to walk down the narrow ladder and following you less than seconds later.

with no time to waste, the boy grabbed the handle of the door and slammed it shut, allowing the acid fog to travel through the air, passing over the bunker completely.

as your feet hit the ground, you instantly took in the bunker. it wasn't huge though it wasn't necessarily small either.

but you couldn't take notice of the things around, too focused on what was happening outside. your chest heaved, heavy breaths leaving your lips. though it felt like nothing was leaving you, as if you could only breathe in. there was too much inside of you.

your hand grasped at the nape of your neck, feeling all too overwhelmed.

this was the first time in your entire life that acid fog had hit when you were so far away from home.

"hey, hey, hey." murphy seemed to notice your panic. "you're okay, we're safe in here." even though you trusted him, you still couldn't seem to believe. not in him, no, just that anyone like you would get lucky. you hadn't experienced a day of luck in your life. "look at me." your watery eyes turned to him. "you're safe."

and suddenly the boy did something that nobody else had ever really done.

he took you in his arms, and he cradled you, hugging you close.

it took a moment, a beat of silence before your arms could wrap around his own body, a weight suddenly lifted off your shoulders. it was as if by embracing you, he took half of all that worry and knocked it off your shoulders. it didn't heal you completely, sure, but that was magic enough.

your breathing slowed and you felt the boy gently pull away from you, though his palms were still steady on your arms. "okay, angel?" you nodded, avoiding his eye. "good, c'mere."

the boy helped you sit on this mattress that lay in the corner of the room, tattered grey sheet laying on it and a single duvet, covered by a black cover. you glanced around the 'room', boxes and desks, little objects littering around the bunker. "did you stay here?" you questioned, turning to him. "before you found us?"

"for a bit." he shrugged. he was looking at you closely, eyeing you. it wasn't often that you could stare into his eyes and not back down. he wasn't going to give this up. "then i went back to my old group for a while and well, i guess... you saw how that turned out."

briefly, your mind travelled to the day he first came to your home, covered in bruises and blood.

they did that to him?

you weren't so sure, john murphy seemed to have a knack for trouble. but that was simply a question for another day.

the sound of wind gusting from above the bunker caused your eyes to snap up to the ceiling.

"you can relax." he spoke, a gentle hand comforting you against your thigh. the feeling was enough to excite something from you. "we're safe in here."

"okay." but your pitch was high and your voice was wobbly. you were never a good liar.

"hey, you know that flower crown you were making earlier?" you nodded in response, listening to his voice. you knew he was only trying to get you to stop thinking about the wind out there. but you couldn't help it, it appeared to be working. "think you could make me one too?"

"i don' know." you glanced down at your lap, hands fiddling with your own fingers. "they're not very good?"

"are you kidding me?" despite his words, his tone was soft, adoring even. "they're amazing. i need you to make me one."

you couldn't stop the gentle curve of your lips. "yeah?"

"yeah." he grinned, "we can wear them together. you know, like king and queen." he nudged your shoulder causing a giggle to leave your lips. he suddenly noticed you staring. "what?"

"nothing." you huffed out a laugh from behind your grin. "i just... guess i was hoping someone like you would come around and then you just... fell from the sky."

main masterlist/murphy's masterlist

[naomijoestar]

⋆.ೃ JJBA SCENARIOS ࿔*:･

Masterlist here <3

genre: fluff

warnings: drunk reader

characters: giorno, bucciarati, abbacchio, mista, narancia, fugo, trish

notes: F!reader // i love writing stuff like this because usually i take writing very seriously but when it comes to drunk scenarios i can write silliness hehe

Oops! Looks like you had too much to drink and accidentally confessed! How will each passione member react?

Giorno Giovanna

You stumble into the golden-haired Don’s office, slurring out, “Giorno, you… you’re like a… sunflower or something.” You trip over your feet and he catches you just before you crash into his desk. Giorno, with his usual calm demeanor, raises an eyebrow. He’s used to chaos, but he’s definitely not used to tipsy confessions. “A sunflower?” he repeats, amused. He places you gently on a couch, listening to you ramble about his beauty and leadership. He doesn’t say much, but there’s a faint smile on his face. Later, he softly says, “Let’s talk about this when you’re feeling better. But… thank you.”

Post-Confession: He’ll probably bring it up again when you’re sober, teasing you just a little to see if you really meant what you said.

Bruno Bucciarati

You’re all having drinks after a successful mission, and suddenly you blurt out, “Bruno, I love the way you… zip things. So smooth!” Everyone goes silent. Bruno looks at you with a warm smile, trying not to laugh. “Well, I’m glad you appreciate my… zippers.” He pats your head, guiding you to sit back down before you get any more wild ideas. He’s incredibly gentle and would just let you keep talking while making sure you don’t hurt yourself or embarrass yourself too much.

Post-Confession: The next day, he’d check in with you, “So… about those zippers? Or was there something else you wanted to tell me?” with a playful grin.

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio is sitting in the corner with his usual glass of wine, and you stumble up to him, pointing at him accusingly, “Why’re you so… grumpy all the time? I like it! It’s… cute or whatever!” He rolls his eyes, taking a deep sip from his wine glass, pretending he’s not flustered at all. “You’re drunk,” he mutters, but there’s a smirk tugging at his lips. He tries to brush it off like it’s no big deal, but you can tell he’s secretly enjoying the attention. He’s a little softer with you after that, making sure you get some water before you pass out.

Post-Confession: He might act like it never happened, but you’ll notice he’s less harsh on you moving forward—maybe a bit more protective.

Guido Mista

You’re both laughing and joking around when, in the middle of your giggles, you grab his arm and say, “Mista… you’re like… my favorite bullet. I love you!” Mista nearly chokes on his drink, his face going bright red. “H-Huh?! Your favorite bullet?!” He’s totally flustered and doesn’t know what to say at first, but he quickly snaps back into his usual self. “Well, guess that makes me lucky number 7, huh?” He leans into the joke to hide how nervous he is, but he’s secretly thrilled you confessed.

Post-Confession: He’s going to tease you endlessly about this, asking you which bullet you love the most. But he’ll also get a bit more flirtatious, dropping hints that he feels the same.

Narancia Ghirga

Narancia’s just dancing around, being his usual hyper self, when you grab him by the shoulders and shout, “You’re the coolest, Narancia! I love you!” He freezes, eyes wide in shock, before bursting into a huge, goofy grin. “You love me?!” He’s so excited that he doesn’t even process that you’re drunk. He picks you up and spins you around in a fit of joy, totally oblivious to the awkwardness. He’s like, “I love you too!” without thinking twice about it.

Post-Confession: Narancia’s going to remember this for sure, and he’s going to tell everyone about it, probably much to your embarrassment later. But he’ll also be extra sweet with you from now on, even more protective than usual.

Pannacotta Fugo

You stumble up to him, poking his chest. “You’re so… smart and stuff. But you gotta… chill out. I love you, but like… chill.” You slur, swaying a bit. Fugo goes completely red, his mind racing a mile a minute. He’s not great with emotions on a good day, so this is throwing him for a loop. “You’re… you’re drunk,” he stammers, trying to keep his cool. He’ll likely try to steer you toward bed and get you some water, all while avoiding eye contact. Inside, he’s panicking, unsure if he should bring it up later or just pretend it never happened.

Post-Confession: He’ll be super awkward around you for a while, but he’ll also be much more conscious of your feelings, acting softer and more considerate toward you. He might even confess his own feelings down the line.

Trish Una

You approach Trish, swaying a little, and tell her, “You’re so strong and amazing… I think I might love you…” Trish would blink in surprise, not really used to someone confessing to her in such a straightforward way—especially not while they’re drunk. She’d laugh it off, patting your shoulder, “You’ve had too much to drink. But thanks, I guess?” She wouldn’t take it seriously at first, but she’d appreciate the compliment.

Post-Confession: If you were serious, she’d probably want to hear it again when you’re sober and would be cool enough to actually talk it through.

[breadbrobin]

the bet

part two

cedric diggory x reader — harry potter

[fem!best friend reader]

summary: the summer is going well. you’re not in love with cedric, and you’re so gonna win this bet. totally. right?

warnings: quite a lot of swearing, betting/gambling, underage drinking, cringey flirting (PLS i wrote this years ago), GOD they’re so in love it’s stupid, minor character death (sort of???), i think i’m a comedian (i’m not), switched from an x oc story so might have a few mistakes oops, mediocre writing (again i wrote this years ago and this is the worst part i think)

word count: 2.7k

(ok first of all tyyyy for the love on the first part i can’t wait for y’all to read part three! there is just one more part after this and it’s the best one imo)

part one

part three

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The Flowers

Cedric was splayed out on your bed. One of his feet hung off near your head and you was infinitely glad for his quality hygiene.

You were reading the Wizard of Oz again, and he was dutifully drawing something that he refused to show you.

“Okay,” he finally said. “I’m done.”

You finished your page and slipped the bookmark in, turning to him. “Can I see?”

“No, I drew this for you but you’re never allowed to look at it.” he teased, straight faced.

“Never?”

“Never.” He broke into a smile and shoved the sketch pad in your face.

It was a… Well, you weren’t exactly sure what it was. There was some interesting shading, a tuft of what could either be grass or hair and a strange egg shaped blob in the middle.

You hoped your face didn’t show your emotions as you quickly schooled your features into a smile. “It’s great, Ced.”

He had a wide grin plastered on his face as he nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, I know. Now turn the page.”

You did as he said and blinked in shock, your jaw dropping. “There is no way you drew this.”

“I’ve been practising.”

“Have you been taking classes from freaking Van Gogh in between Quidditch practise?” you gaped, looking from the sketch of sunflowers and daisies and his beaming face.

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “An artist never reveals his secrets.”

“I think that’s meant to be magician.”

“Same thing.” he waved her off. “Anyway, I know sunflowers are your favourite, and daisies are my favourite. So I combined them.”

“This is honestly incredible.” you gushed.

“Oh, stop it.”

“No, seriously.” You stood up. “Can I put it on my wall?”

“Go for it,” he beamed, somehow even brighter than before.

You gently pulled the page from the pad and ripped a tab of blu-tack off, sticking it to the wall above your desk. Once it was hung, you stepped back to admire it. “Oh!” you gasped. “You need to sign it!”

Cedric stood up and brushed past you, scribbling his signature on the bottom right corner with a small heart. “Happy?”

“Mhm.”

That should have been your second sign.

They stood side by side and admired it for a moment.

Then you broke the silence.

“I can’t draw for shit,” you laughed. “And look at you. Mister Artist himself.”

“Oh, piss off,” he groaned, hugging your shoulders from behind and resting his chin on your head. “You can sing though. I can’t.”

“Liar.” you scoffed, patting his arm. “I’ve heard you sing. Besides, you’re practically perfect at everything you do.”

Just as he was about to respond, Cordelia burst through the lightly shut door, eyes still red and puffy. The two separated. “Lunch is ready.”

“Thanks, Dells,” he nodded. “We’ll be right there.”

As she left, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and led you out. “God, I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving.”

“Very funny.”

The Second Week

As with most summers, you and Cedric spent almost every waking moment in each other’s company.

Unlike most summers, however, you couldn’t chase the thoughts of a certain bet from your mind.

You knew, you knew, that there was nothing to it. That it was just your friends being annoying and messing with you and everything you’d started reading into was just in your head… But, God, was it hard to remember sometimes.

You were mostly worried that he’d find out. Maybe one of your friends would send you a letter mentioning it? (Not that he’d ever read your letters.) What if Liz came for a random visit? Or worse: what if she told her friends, the Weasley twins, and they came for a visit?

You chased your swirling thoughts from your mind as Cedric walked through the front door, performing the mental equivalent of shoving all of the mess in your room into the wardrobe and hoping it closed right.

“Hey,” you smiled, standing up with your bowl of milk that used to hold cereal. “You’re early.”

“It’s eleven o’clock.”

“Yeah, early,” you shrugged, setting the now empty bowl in the sink. “What’s up?”

“Wanna go into town?” he asked, leaning on the counter and gesturing to the fruit bowl.

You tossed him an apple. “Sure. When?”

“Now?”

You sighed heavily, half-joking. “A bit more warning would be nice. Lemme go get changed.”

“Yes!” he cheered through a mouthful of apple. “You’re the best, N/N!”

N/N? You wondered as she jogged up the stairs. Since when am I N/N?

If you’d been listening carefully, you would have heard Cedric bang his head against the kitchen bench.

The town was quiet as always.

A farmer’s market was dying down, most vendors packing their remaining wares and smiling sheepishly at you and Cedric as you wove your way through the stunted stalls. You purchased a fresh bread roll and split it between you as you walked, both surprised that it was still warm.

“You know,” Cedric said after a few minutes of silence as you left the market and strolled along the main street. “We should do this more often.”

You squinted as you looked up at him, the sun assaulting your eyes. “Really?” you asked dryly. “What, burn ourselves to a crisp and get blinded while we’re at it?”

“No, dummy. Do stuff.”

“What? You don’t like doing nothing with me?” you teased.

“No, no, I love doing nothing with you,” he stole a chunk of bread that you’d been eyeing up. “But I also like spending money.”

“I bought the bread. I was the one who spent the money.”

He gasped, as if he didn’t already know. “What? Really?”

“Shut up, Ced,” you smiled, pushing him and stealing the last chunk of bread from the packet.

You were awake uncharacteristically early, so when you knocked on the Diggory’s front door, Cedric looked supremely confused.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked. “Did someone die?”

“No, why would you— You’re an arsehole, you know that?” you pouted.

“Yeah, I know. Come on.”

He led you down the short hallway and into the living area. You sighed contentedly. The Diggory’s house always smelled amazing; a combination of vanilla, coffee and cleaning supplies that somehow worked. Cedric often smelled similar, you realised. The vanilla that clouded the house seemed to hang around him as well. You shook yourself out of it as he began speaking.

“My dad’s gotten obsessed with the TV,” he admitted, nodding towards the man who was watching with a rapt expression. “He doesn’t really understand it, but he’s addicted. He really likes cricket. Probably because he can’t figure out how to change the channel.”

“Oh, I used to play cricket! I love it so much!” you gushed, joining Amos on the couch. “Who’s playing?”

“England and India,” he said distractedly.

“ODI, T20 or test?”

“Test. We’re on Day Two.”

“So England’s batted?”

“Three-thirty-seven.”

“Not bad,” you squinted at the numbers on the screen, showing one-twenty-eight for six.

“I have no idea what you guys are saying,” Cedric cut in, looking blankly between you two.

“We’re talking sport,” Amos said, almost giddily.

You didn’t spare either of them a glance as the English captain went upstairs for a review. “Yeah, get back in the kitchen. Go make us a sandwich.” you teased.

“I thought you were coming to hang out with me,” he almost pouted.

You finally dragged your eyes from the screen. “But… Cricket…”

He shook his head with a smile. “Right, of course. Two sandwiches coming right up.”

The Moment You Knew

The days seemed doomed to repeat. Groundhog day, your mum had called it. So, when you found a way to rid yourself of the monotony of daily life, you took it without a second thought.

“Mum, please!”

“I don’t know…”

“I’ll even get petrol! I’ll… I’ll… I’ll pay for it myself too!”

“Y/N…”

“Mum,” you pleaded. “It’s just me and Ced. It’s a twenty minute drive and I’ll get petrol on the way back. We’ll be back by four and I’ll wear suitable shoes while driving.”

Whitney pursed her lips in thought. Then she sighed. “Fine. Don’t bother getting petrol, I’ll fill up on the way home from work on Monday.”

You squeaked in excitement, hugging your mum tightly. “Thank you! You’re the best! I love you!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Love you too, hun,” she smiled.

True to her word, you did wear suitable shoes. The drive ended up taking around twenty-five minutes, but you supposed your mother couldn’t fault you for driving just under the speed limit all the way there.

There was a secluded lake you’d found out about from an old magazine in your mum’s collection, when you’d been looking for something, anything, to make your days less boring.

“This is awesome,” Cedric breathed as you broke through the treeline and onto the rocky shore of the small lake.

“Yeah,” you sighed contentedly, breathing in the fresh air.

You set up their towels and supplies in the shade of a tree and pulled off your sturdy shoes.

Cedric pulled his shirt over his head. You would be lying if you said your eyes didn’t catch on his muscles.

“Race you in,” he said as you had your own shirt halfway over your head.

“What?” you asked, hearing him run away. “Oh, you prick!”

You tossed your shirt on the ground, followed by your shorts, leaving you in your swim suit, pouting as Cedric splashed around in the cool, blue water.

You stomped over to the water’s edge, frowning down at him. The rock you were standing on was about a metre above the surface, casting a navy shadow over the rippling water. He waded a few metres out from you.

“You coming?” he asked.

“No,” you pouted, folding your arms. “I don’t swim with cheaters.”

He barked a laugh, swimming over to the edge and pulling himself out. Droplets of water hit your skin.

You backed away. “Cedric…”

He took a step closer.

“Don’t you dare, Diggory…”

He tilted his head, grinning widely as he continued to step closer to you. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Sure, you don’t,” you pointed at him. “Stay back!”

He laughed and pushed off his heels, springing towards you. Before he could reach you, however, you turned tail and ran, feet skimming over the rocks as you raced for the safety of the towels.

You only managed to get a few steps in before he caught you, his cold arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground. He spun around, carrying you back to the edge of the water and tossing you into the lake.

You yelped as the cold water hit you, but remembered to hold your breath, your hair swirling around your face in the water. You heard the telltale sound of him jumping in too and forced yourself up to the surface.

“I hate you!” you gasped, pushing your hair off your forehead. “I hate you so fucking much!”

“Liar!” he retorted, shaking his head and sending water droplets flying everywhere. “You love me.”

You didn’t respond for a moment, treading water and staring at him. “You wish,” you finally uttered.

He just smiled.

The days ticked by much faster than expected. Soon, Cedric was waving his parents off on their week-long trip and then hauling his bags over to your house, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What did you do?” you immediately asked when you were alone.

He closed the door gently before skipping over to the bed in the guest bedroom he was staying in. He sat on it cross-legged, still smiling, and patted the mattress ahead of him.

When you finally sat down, he leaned forward.

“Guess what I bought,” he said.

You waited.

“You’re meant to ask,” he sighed.

“Oh, my bad,” you cleared your throat. “What did you bring, Cedric?”

He didn’t answer, simply reaching down to his backpack and pulling out a bottle of firewhiskey.

“That’s it? Oh, you sweet, sweet child,” you teased. “I have three of those in my room.”

“Sorry, N/N, not all of us are casual rulebreakers,” he sniffed.

You pushed his shoulder. “I’m kidding, Ced. I mean, technically, I’m not, but I do appreciate the sentiment.”

He poked his tongue out at you.

The Night Things Happened

The day started like any other.

You and Cedric usually woke up at vastly different times, so when he woke up, he went for a run, had a shower and ate a light breakfast before going to wake you.

A lot of groaning and a few thrown pillows later, you were standing in the kitchen making pancakes.

As you flipped another one, leading to Cedric cheering as if you’d never done it before, Whitney entered the kitchen.

“Morning, you two,” she greeted, kissing your temple and patting Cedric’s shoulder. “Cords and I are going to that Girl Scouts sleepover tonight, remember? So you’ll have to make dinner yourselves.”

“Yup, we know, Mum,” you said, taking the pancake out of the pan and slapping it onto a plate. “We’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you burning the house down. Remember last time?”

“Mum.” You turned to her grimly. “We don’t talk about last time.”

Whitney raised her hands in surrender. “Right, right. But, on a more serious note. I shouldn’t have to tell you not to invite anyone else over and to be in bed by one, should I? And I won’t come home to drunk teenagers all over my house?”

“Nope, we’ll be all good, Ms Ridge,” Cedric shot her a winning smile.

She pursed her lips jokingly. “Mhm… Alright, I trust you two. I’m going to the shops, need anything?”

“We need more eggs.”

“Eggs, got it.”

The night was when things changed.

After Whitney and Cordelia were gone, at least long enough that it was unlikely they’d turn around and come back, you took your first swig of firewhiskey.

It burned its way down your throat, like it always did. Cedric coughed and sputtered, nearly spitting it mouthful out.

You held back a laugh. “You alright, Golden Boy?”

“Shut up,” he seethed, voice hoarse.

You raised your hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I was just asking.”

You sat and ate the pizza you’d ordered already, taking sips of firewhiskey whenever you felt like it.

You closed your pizza box one slice after Cedric did, placing it on top of his on the coffee table. “You good?”

“Great,” he smiled dopily. It seemed the whiskey was hitting him harder than he was letting on.

You smiled back. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You took a larger swig of whiskey, shaking your head at the strength. “I just wanna point out that if you get sick, I’m not cleaning you up. Got it?”

“Yeah, got it.” He nodded, looking a little bit more put together. “I’d clean you up though. If you got sick.”

You smiled again. “Thanks, Ced.”

The night was going surprisingly well. You’d turned on the TV, both staring, fixated at Friends reruns, leaning heavily on each other. The bottle was half gone and, as the advertisements came on, you each took another swig.

Cedric was looking at you weird.

You straightened up, frowning in confusion. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” he slurred slightly. “You’re just… Fuck, you’re pretty.”

Your heart fluttered. “Oh. So are you.”

He blushed, looking down. “Yeah, I know.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. “Yeah, I bet you do, Goldie.”

“Goldie?”

“Golden Boy. It’s cute.”

“You’re cute.”

“You’re cute.”

“No, you’re cute.”

“You’re cuter.”

“No, you are.”

“You are.”

“You…” he was very close to you now, his grey eyes darting between you eyes and your lips. “You’re very pretty. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you breathed.

“No, I don’t think you know how pretty you are. Like… When you laugh your eyes light up, and… And when you do that thing when you’re thinking… Where your eyebrow twitches… Oh, and that thing you do… The thing when your favourite songs come on and you tap your legs really fast…”

You swallowed tightly as his hand brushed your cheek. His breath smelled of firewhiskey, but you were sure yours did too.

He wasn’t looking at your eyes anymore. “You’re incredible, Y/N. And you deserve to know that.”

“Cedric…” you started.

“Sh…” he cut you off. He was hardly an inch away now. “Don’t talk. Just…”

Friends came back on the TV.

“Just watch Friends with me.” He leaned back, looping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you flush against his side.

You tried with all your might to ignore your pounding heart.

You weren’t sure if you were going to win this bet after all.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Listener threatening to put a baby in them (Seth, Auron, Finn)

(Hc/short story, whichever you'd prefer-)

(IM SO SORRY I DIDNT REALIZE YOU WERENT TAKING REQUESTS WHEN I FIRST SUGGESTED THIS, I GROVEL AT YOUR FEET RED-)

Sir, continue and I'll get you pregnant.

Lol it's fine, I remember seeing this and bursting out laughing. So even when I did see it I had a good laugh.

Idk if this is ooc for Auron but who knows anyways enjoy! :D

EDIT: I MEANT TO DO SIR NOT WORRY WHAT THE FUCK

Looking at your boyfriend you sighed heavily. God hes so fucking hot and it makes you feral. He looks at you and smirks slightly, leaning down to where your head is. His lips ghosting yours, but pulling away at the last second.

"Your so cute." Chuckling, your boyfriend turns away and you grab his arm. Yanking him down you gave him a flirtatious look.

"Im going to put a baby in you, if you continue this." The tone you used was treading serious and joking. It made your boyfriend paused before he....

Seth

Sugar, not if I put on in ya first. Immediately flirts back after pausing for a second.

Leans in and looks you in the eye as he tells you, try it. I dare you.

If you back down he pokes at you saying, no come on sugar, you'd said you would come on now. Dont be shy.

If you match his energy, he flushes a bit as the room gets more heated. Oh there you two go getting freak-

Makes jokes after having sex with many, many rounds. Saying how he'd be like a seahorse if he did get pregnant.

Auron

Pet, did I hear you correctly? In me? Dear, do you even have the stamina for that? Is intrigued by that statement.

He gives a smirk as he challenges you, Auron finds it funny that you said it to him. Why should he get pregnant?

If you back down he's teasing you as your face gets more red. Giving kisses to your neck asking if that was a bluff?

If you dont back down he laughs as you kiss all over his neck and push him down on the mattress. Then the grinding starts and there goes you two....

After he asks if you really were trying, by the way you were thrusting. Very desprate, laughs as you throw a pillow at him.

Finn

HUH? Sunflower that's not even....oh, oh! You mean you'd....um, I would mind trying? Wait is that whorish for me to say-

Hes very flustered hearing that, face goes bright red as you keep serious eye contact making him weak.

If you back down hes whining about how it got him riled up, I mean you should at least help him. Since you did told him you'd get him pregnant.

If you dint back down Finn is really excited as your being rough with him and getting on top. And there goes his clothing and hes moaning-

Afterwards Finn is all tired and is joking when he asks how many you think you fucked in him? Chuckles as you snort and kiss him.

[newkatzkafe2023]

@lara-legomonkiekid

What if Y/N gets jealous of a girl who around Monkey King Or calls him a cutesy Nickname in public.

(Lmk Wukong) He was hanging with Mk and the gang again at Pigsy Noodle shop until he heard your voice from outside.

Monkey Queen (Y/N): Sunflower!!! 🌻

He froze no no you did not just call him that. He turned his head towards MK and the rest who were trying to hide their giggles even Pigsy was fighting off a smile.

Monkey Queen (Y/N): I know you're busy but I want to let you know. I brought more peach chips from the store. I'm gonna put him in a cabinet at home So if you want some stop by my mountain. I still have some errands to run I'll see you later love you sunflower 🌻.

And with that you ran off to the market down the street. As soon as you left, everybody burst out. Laughing hysterically to the point where some of them could even breathe. Wukong's face was so red you would think he was on fire.

Macaque: Sunflower 🌻 huh???😏😏

Sun Wukong: Ok number one shut up an number two when did you even get here?!?!?😡😡😡😡

(Nezha Reborn Wukong) He was at the workshop with Li Yunxiang help with his motorcycle. Until he heard you come in

Monkey Queen (Y/N): Fluffy you Left you toolbox at my house again!

This made him spit out the water He was drinking just now as Li awkwardly stood next to him.

Monkey Queen (Y/N): I'm gonna leave it by the door I have to go to work so I'll see you later.

You then ran off as your running late and need to catch the bus.

Li:.......um😥

(NR Wukong) Breathe a word of this to anyone and I'll kill you myself👿☠️

(MK Reborn Wukong) What was Provoking and fighting some palace guards it's from the emerald temple. He destroyed the massive peach tree.during the He was in the zone of fighting until

Monkey Queen (Y/N): Sourpatch!!! stop fighting those two little girls right now Your trashing the place!!!!!😡😡😡

Everybody in the area froze at the sound of your voice. As a female monkey with snow white Fur and Piercing navy blue Eyes glared into her husband from down below. You then stomped pass Master Tang and down the hall to calm down. Wukong was Not only disrespected but also embarrassed by you once again. That's what he gets for getting worked up over nothing.

Guards: Did she just call us little girls😟😟😟

(HIB Wukong) Since his release from the mountain prison Buddha put him in he had went to try and find you, but the children were asking a billion and one question. As he was getting more and more Irritated a soft voice called out to him

Monkey Queen (Y/N): Ah, grouchy Bun, I thought you were dead. But we both know that's impossible now isn't it😉😉😉

He froze seeing his Wife from across the Field beautiful As the day he left her, but he wasn't fooled by her gentle tone she is Furious with him and he has a lot of making it up to her to Too bad that didn't distract him from the giggling children behind him Something else he was going to have to explain😥😥😥

(Netflix Wukong) He was spending time with Lin bragging about How he recently saved the village from another demon when,

Monkey Queen (Y/N): Ok chestnut that's enough Bragging for today now come home and have dinner with me

Wukong's face lit up a bit before Muttering a yes dear and said bye to Lin trying to block out the Her giggles.

Feel Free to Reblog😇👍

[m4rv3l-girl]

A Garden

Erik Lehnsherr x Y/N

Sometimes things get a bit out of hand when she loses control…

Requests open - See Blog!

Warnings: Mentions of sex. Mainly fluff.

Y/N and Erik had been dating for several months now, their relationship blossoming almost as effortlessly as the flowers that bloomed from Y/N’s fingertips.

They had met by chance, an unassuming encounter that left Erik profoundly affected by her kindness, her warmth, and most of all, her mutation—the ability to make plants bloom with just a thought. The simple, innocent act of life flowing from her fingertips had captivated him. It was a power so different from his own, a soft counterbalance to the cold, hard metal that bent at his will.

Her power embodied life, and that was something he had long since distanced himself from.

Though their happiness was undeniable, Erik had hesitated at first, haunted by the shadows of his past. Settling down—again—was a frightening concept. The thought of building something beautiful, only to lose it all over again, was unbearable. He had suffered too much loss, and he feared tempting fate once more.

But Y/N was different.

Her gentle persistence, her light-hearted laughter, and the way she could coax a smile from him on his darkest days had slowly, surely wrapped him around her finger.

It hadn’t taken long. Within weeks, Erik found himself utterly, hopelessly smitten. Together, they had carved out a quiet life—a life that felt startlingly normal, even for a pair of mutants with abilities that could either create beauty or wreak havoc.

Well, mostly normal, except for one small hiccup in their relationship...

Their intimate moments had become something of a running joke between them—one born of heat and desire, but with the added twist of Y/N’s power spiraling just a bit out of control. Despite her remarkable command over her abilities, there was one situation in which she couldn’t quite keep things in check. The passion, the intensity of their love-making often overwhelmed her, and as she lost herself in the throes of pleasure, their bedroom would inevitably be transformed into an impromptu greenhouse.

Every time.

Without fail, the moment she reached her climax, the room would erupt into a burst of wildflowers—petals unfurling, vines curling over furniture, the scent of earth and blossoms filling the air. It was beautiful, chaotic, and a clear sign that she had lost herself completely in Erik's arms.

Tonight, the warm summer air clung to their skin, thick with the remnants of passion. Their heavy breathing slowly evened out as they lay side by side, bodies entwined under the soft sheets, the lingering heat of their love-making still humming between them. Y/N's eyes fluttered closed, her entire being basking in the afterglow, her muscles a delicious mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. Her mind drifted in a hazy cloud, the tingle in her legs a reminder of Erik's prowess.

But a low, throaty chuckle brought her back to the present.

Y/N’s eyelids fluttered open, and she glanced up to find Erik gazing down at her. His steel-blue eyes, usually hard and focused, were soft now, filled with a quiet adoration that made her heart skip. The sharp lines of his face, so often set in a stern expression, were softened by the affectionate smile pulling at his lips.

“What’s so funny?” she asked, her voice still thick with the remnants of pleasure, almost languid.

Erik shook his head, his laughter a deep, rumbling sound that resonated through his chest. He gestured with a hand toward the room, the gleam in his eye unmistakably amused. “Look around, Sweetheart,” he said, his voice carrying a warmth that matched the summer night. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

Confused, Y/N slowly propped herself up on her elbows and followed his gaze. Her eyes widened as they took in the scene.

Deep red dahlias were scattered across the floor, their rich, velvety petals spread out like a royal carpet on the hardwood. Sunflowers stretched lazily from the corners of the room, their faces turned toward the dim light of the bedside lamp. Vines of ivy had wound their way across the headboard, leaves spilling over the sides like cascading waterfalls.

“Oh no…” she murmured, biting her lip in embarrassment as she surveyed the floral chaos. “Again? I didn’t even realize…”

Her cheeks flushed, and she winced slightly at the mess she had unintentionally created. The floor was littered with blooms, like nature had decided to crash their private moment and leave a calling card behind.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered, her face scrunching up in apology. But before she could feel too embarrassed, Erik's hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin tenderly.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” he murmured, his voice like velvet, low and grounding. “They’re beautiful, just like you.” He shifted, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’d clear away a garden every night if it meant I got to see you like this.”

His words sent a pleasant shiver down her spine, her heart fluttering in response. There was something about the sincerity in his tone, the way he admired every part of her—even the parts she wasn’t always in control of—that made her love him all the more.

Erik’s gaze swept over the room once more, and a small, proud smile tugged at his lips. “Besides,” he added, his voice filled with quiet pride, “knowing that I’m the reason you lose control like this… It makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something.”

Y/N laughed softly, her embarrassment melting away as she leaned back into the mattress, her body sinking into the soft sheets once more. Erik’s hand slipped into her hair, his fingers gently tangling in the unruly strands, grounding her in the moment.

“Sweetheart?” His voice was softer now, almost reverent.

“Yeah?” she replied, her voice a soft murmur.

“Please don’t ever stop doing that,” he said, his tone laced with a gentle command that made her stomach flip. “I like knowing you’re satisfied.”

Her heart swelled, the words sinking deep, wrapping around her in warmth. She closed her eyes again, the last remnants of tension slipping away as she melted into the comfort of his embrace.

Wrapped in Erik’s arms, surrounded by a blooming testament to their love, Y/N knew there was no place she would rather be.

[kitnootkat]

(Sorta) Summer dates ! ... Sunflowers; happiness, cheer hope

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CHARACTERS : Dazai Osamu, Yosano Akiko, Edogawa Ranpo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Dazai Osamu : Beach Date Dazai would be the type to take you on a fun beach date because what's the summer for if not to enjoy the heat by the beach. Of course you both will relax in the sand, play in the water, and get some must needed ice cream, but something you'll also do is explore. Somehow Dazai would coax you into going into the nearby forest to try and find a hidden scenic view of the ocean. Once you both find it, hand in each other, you're amazed by the view but the brunette is amazed by you. "Woah... Dazai this sight is amazing!!" At first you were very reluctant to go with Dazai since wandering in the woods isn't exactly the smartest thing to do, but damn were you so happy he convinced you to do so. The sight of the ocean from atop the rocky cliff was beautiful, it left you speechless.

Turning your head to the side to look at your boyfriend, the look on his face leaves you flushed. He was staring at you so lovingly that if you continued to face him he'd see you as red as a tomato. Oh how much he would tease you. The moment after you turn back to the water, you head a small laugh beside you which causes you to start pouting.

"The view really is amazing isn't it? While his words could have meant the view in front of you, you both knew what it meant: you were the amazing view. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Yosano Akiko : Shopping Date

No matter what anyone says, both you and Yosano can agree that shopping dates are some of the best type of dates. Your girlfriend loves to drag you around to try new clothing styles and seasonal releases. She was absolutely enamored with how you could look oddly good in everything you wore! Of course you can try and say that's only her opinion but she refuses otherwise. You'll stop by at least twelve different stores trying out at minimum three outfits each per-store and neither of you mind it even making a game out of who can make the other look better.

This was the third store that you've been too today and you're determined to win this round of the game. Last store Yosano won and you could not let it happen again! The score is 0-2 already not in your favor so you're going to pull out all the stops and include jewelry in it too. It's not breaking a rule, its a loop hole because she didn't address it!

As you give her the basket, there's a big smile on your face and the thought of "I'll definitely win this!" was repeating itself in your head. When you take the basket of clothes she wanted you to wear, you don't think much of it. But why does the stuff in the basket look familiar? "Ahhh! We're matching!" When both of you walk out of the changing stall it seems you both are wearing almost identical outfits. While you are a bit huffed at this, Yosano is laughing. "It's- oh- this is- really funny oh my goodness. We definitely have to buy these outfits!" Despite trying to keep a pout on your face you cant help but burst into returning giggles. Even if this was most likely a tied round, you think that you've won in another way: another pair of matching outfits and hearing Yosano's joyous laugh.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Edogawa Ranpo : Candy Shop

Dates with Ranpo has turned into a routine if anything, but who says routine dates can’t exist. Every Sunday you both walk to the candy shop by the armed detective agency. As odd as it sounds Ranpo was actually the one who recommended the idea of walking after Kunikida said no to driving you both. Well not so much recommended but dramatically sighed and said quote “Since there’s nothing we can do… I GUESS we can walk. I guess.” While surprised you did agree so every Sunday your dates have been walk with Ranpo to the candy shop down the street then shop for a bit. Unfortunately for you though, for some reason they were out of the chocolates you wanted.  

“Damn it! They’re out of the chocolates I normally get.” Hershey kisses are something many people say that they’re very boring or like Tanizaki says “mid” chocolates but sometimes simple is just best! As you look over the chocolate aisle you mentally pray in your head that you simply just missed the sight of it rather than them actually being sold out. 

“Stop trying to get your hopes up, they're fully out.” Crossing your arms and huffing you turn towards where Ranpo is. The little shit you’re dating is sitting in the shopping cart sucking happily on a lollipop with a smug smile on his face. As you pout at him you grumble out that he could at least help you try and find it. 

“You’re so rude, I was just being honest. Here, have something sweeter.” Raising an eyebrow, you feel your arm get tugged towards Ranpo, body following. Before you can say anything you feel his lips on yours. It’s only a moment before he pulls away but as your face flushes his has a smirk. “See, problem solved.” 

“No it’s not, you would kill me if I did the same thing to you.” “Absolutely because nothing is sweeter than the candy I like”

“Why do I date you” “Because you love me!”

[silent-raven13]

Not saying "I love you" before hang up bf Prank!

Gwen and Pavitr stood around Miles with big grins on their faces: Do it. Do it! -they chanted together-

The two bet Miles to try the prank they saw off of their So-city app. Miles being swayed under peer pressure, he called his man.

*ring ring*

Miles: I'm telling you guys, Hobie isn't going to-

Hobie picks up the phone: Sunflower?

Miles quickly changed the topic to answer his man: Oh hey, bae. I was calling to see if you're coming by later. I'm planning on making pasta.

Hobie grumbles sounding like he woke up from a nap, then he yawns: Um... sure, luv. I can come by.

Miles: Awe, bae. You sound exhausted. Up an all nighter?

Hobie: Yeah, me and my mates also had a concert. I'm tryin' to get as much sleep as I can.

Miles: Oh, bae. If your tired, you don't need to come by.

Hobie: Nah, it's cool. I can come by and sleep over.

Miles chuckles: Yeah, that's true. -he saw Gwen and Pavitr rushing him- Anyway, I have to go since Gwen and Pav need me.

Hobie: Okay, Sunflower. I love you. See you later.

Miles quickly said: Kay, bye. -He hung up-

Gwen chuckles: Hahaha, no way you did that.

Pavitr giggles: OMG he's gonna flip!

Miles saw his Smartphone ringing with his boyfriend's name on it: Oh shit, he's calling me. -His friends chuckles-

When Miles pick up the phone: Hello?

Hobie: Oi, Sunflower! -His voice sounds more awake than before- I noticed something a bit odd... Are you good?

Miles: I'm good, bae. What's wrong?

Hobie: Okay. Okay. Hmm, it's just you didn't say the three magic words, you know. I say I love you and you say it back. So are you feeling some type of way?

Miles: No, it's just been super busy, bae. I completely forgot. -Gwen and Pavitr holding their giggles- Sorry, bae.

Hobie: Ah, okay. Well, I'll see you later and love you, Sunflower.

Miles: Okay, bye! -He hangs up-

Gwen and Pavitr bursting out laughing: Awe, man, Miles. You're stressing out your man." -Pavitr couldn't stop laughing-

Gwen: He is probably panicking.

Then Miles' phone rang again, Miles show his boyfriend's name across the screen: Oh my god! -He answered him, his friend went quiet-

Hobie: Oiiii, Sunflower!

Miles burst out giggling.

Hobie: It's me again, and I know it might be an accident that you hung me up. -Gwen and Pavitr burst out laughing- You didn't say those three little words, Sunflower. Making sure we're okay.

Miles giggles: I'm sorry, bae. We're okay. We're okay. I love you, Hobie. Gwen and Pavitr ask me to do a prank.

Hobie let out a big sigh of relief: Phew- ohh! Luv, you given me a fright. That was a close one. -Gwen and Pavitr couldn't stop laughing.- I love you, too, Sunflower.

Miles: I love you more! -He blew a kiss through the phone for his boyfriend to feel extra special-

Hobie on his bed turning bright pink with a bright red blush on his newspaper/magazine texture on his body: That was a close one!

[strryhaze]

what are some of your fav jackie pics? :)

i truly have so many but i tried to pick my most favorite ones ,

my absolutely favorite jackie picture ever.

i love the format of it, the lighting, the intimacy of the picture, the curled hair, her little smile. it just feels so jackie. not the public jackie, but the private jackie.

young jackie in a yearbook picture

i think it’s her pure, unabashed laughter that gets me in this one. reminds me of when a teacher said that she was “a darling child, the prettiest little girl, very clever, very artistic, and full of the devil.” this picture encapsulates that description 100%.

another young jackie picture

i just think it’s such a jackie picture. i feel like i’m about to burst out the infamous words, “she was like being bathed in sunlight.” except it looks like she’s being bathed in sunlight.

sunflower jackie

the sunflowers. and jackie. the sunflowers and jackie. this was definitely taken in her last years and she still looks so strong and full of life and light.

somewhat casual jackie

these shots are just so beautiful. people who are weird love to yap about how her beauty comes from the clothes she wore and her fashion, which i disagree with. it was her spirit, her presence, her unique features. here, she is as casual as can be, and is still so beautiful. i also love the way she’s laughing and easygoing in the first shot, and then a bit stoic in the second one.

house of woodcock type picture

you cannot tell me she doesn’t look like she belongs in phantom thread.

1960s jackie

idk i just love it. feels very 60s with the filter, her hair and fashion style, the red car in the back. i also love how brown her hair looks in this picture

photobooth picture of jackie with caroline

SO CUTE LOOK AT THEM 😭😭😭

yellow jackie o

i loved this picture for a very long time. the glasses, the yellow dress, her hair, the background. the earrings. i just think she looks so much freer here.

swan jackie

she’s so swan princess here.

[redheartedtramp]

What if Ruby & Yang Swapped Semblances?

Ruby: *running track in a gym uniform*

Yang: *dashes past Ruby in a burst of sunflowers*

Ruby: -_- *keeps running*

Yang: *dashes past Ruby again*

This cycle continues a few times...

Ruby: Stop abusing it!

Yang: *stops in front of Ruby in her own gym uniform* Aw come on, Rubes! This is so cool!

Ruby: My semblance isn't a toy, Yang! And you still need good cardio to use it! It's not some kind of life hack!

Yang: Well, I already have good cardio, so I can do this all day. But you know what? You land one punch on me and I'll stop.

Ruby: *takes a pose* Fine. *throws a punch and misses*

Yang: Come on, I'm not even using the semblance. *jabs Ruby in the face*

Ruby: *swings and misses*

Yang: Come on, Rubes~ Hit me. *pops Ruby*

Ruby: *swings and misses*

Yang: *pops Ruby* Come on~ *pops Ruby* Ya gotta move faster to dodge. *pops Ruby* Come on, slowpoke! Don't tell me you relied only on your semblance~

Ruby: Stop it, Yang... *throws a punch and miss*

Yang: Well? What are you gonna do? *pops Ruby again and again* Your lucky these aren't real punches or-

Ruby: *eyes glow red as Ruby's hair turns silver, she throws a body blow on Yang*

SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!

Yang: *proceeds to gasp and doubles over*

Ruby: *returns to normal and huffs* Should've kept your guard up, Yang.

Yang: Jaaaaaaaaaaune, you gotta help me! I need you to heal me! I think Ruby cracked a rib!

Jaune: Sorry, Yang. But my Semblance got swapped too.

Yang: W-with who...?

Pyrrha: *walks in, cosplaying as Mercy*

Yang: ...

Pyrrha: I will only heal you if you cosplay as an Overwatch character.

Yang: ...Can I at least be Tracer?

Nora: No. *comes in dressed as Tracer* I'm already Tracer.

Yang: Fuck!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can ya like do something about two gods fighting over reader? But reader didn't like seeing them fighting and will defo cry if they saw them fighting? But in the end, the two gods had reconciled that they won't fight over her anymore???

Hades - Poseidon

Apollo - Hermes

Thor - Loki

Beel - Hades

HAHHAHAHAHA Im so sorryyyy

-Hades and Poseidon- The two brothers were constantly trying to one up each other about you, if Poseidon gave you a rose, Hades gave you a dozen, if Hades brought you your favorite dessert, Poseidon took you out to your favorite bakery. At first they were both respectful to each other as they were both courting you and told you not to worry about choosing right away, because they wanted to beat each other fair and square. However, as time went on, they started to get a bit more intense with their competition, challenging one another, boiling down to an armed fight, Hades with his bident and Poseidon with his trident. You didn’t want them to fight, begging them to stop, not wanting to see either of them hurt, but they ignored you until you burst into tears and ran off, stunning both of them. You refused to see either of them, not even willing to speak with them, as you didn’t want them fighting over you. They came to an agreement, both not wanting to lose you, that they would be willing to share you and when they came to you with this same idea, telling you that they wouldn’t fight, only then did you forgive them.

-Apollo and Hermes- Apollo was flashy and loud while Hermes was more reserved and calmer, opposites, despite being half-brothers, but the one thing they had in common was their love and affection for you. They both adored you, loving everything about you and when they both showed up at your doorstep with a bouquet of red roses and sunflowers, your favorite combination, they quickly got into an argument which escalated into a huge fist fight. You ran out, trying to pull the two of them apart, begging them not to fight as they continued to yell at each other. It was only when you grabbed their hands that were clenched together, pulling it to your chest, feeling something wet, did they pause and realize that you were crying, looking so unbelievably upset, whispering to them, begging them to stop fighting. They felt awful, wanting to blame each other, sending each other glares before calling a momentary truce, focusing on calming you down, working together. For you, they didn’t mind working together, for a short while.

-Thor and Loki- Loki loved to make you laugh, always glad to see the smile on your lips, flirting shamelessly with you, and doing anything he could to make you smile. Thor adored you just as much, but while he didn’t talk much, he did small meaningful things for you, tucking a flower behind your ear, carrying your groceries for you, or just sitting there, letting you talk away. The two Norse gods were quickly able to realize they both liked you, so now it was a race on who got to you first. You found yourself overwhelmed by the attention they were both giving to you, not giving you a single moment of free time, both of them wanting to spend time with you until it got to the point where they were each holding one of your hands, arguing what you were going to do. It was only when you sniffled that they paused, looking down at you in horror as you burst into tears, “Please don’t fight!!” they felt awful, spending the next twenty minutes trying to get you calmed down, calling a truce immediately so they wouldn’t upset you anymore. After asking you for your blessings, they agreed to share you, only if they wouldn’t fight again.

-Beelzebub and Hades- These two had been long time friends, after Hades helped Beelzebub and gave him a reason to keep going, to keep living. You were the ray of sunshine for the both of them, catching their eyes and while he didn’t want to admit it because he didn’t want to put you at risk of his curse. However, it never seemed to bother him, you soothed him, and he adored that, you made him feel calm, and Hades adored your bright nature, finding you comforting to be around. That’s why when you came to visit with the two of them and found them locked in battle, yelling to each other that you were theirs. You were quickly in tears and ran for them, begging them to stop, and they only did when you put yourself between the two of them. That’s when they saw your tears and it broke their hearts, even more so when they realized that they were the cause. After getting you calmed down they explained they both liked you and rather than handling things calmly, they dove right into battle. You were a little shy, asking if they could learn to share, as you didn’t want to have to choose, they fell even harder for you, seeing your kind heart and agreed.