#sweet enough to be remarkable but not annoying at all it was amazing.

[tasteracha]

kinktober - day ten

kink: voyeurism with jeongin

warnings: smut - MINORS DNI. jeongin is a bit of a creep. slight sub!innie. afab!reader.

jeongin was an amazing roommate. he was a perfect roommate, by all means. he cooked and cleaned up after himself, he never walked past the foyer with his shoes on, he left little notes for you all over the place with badly drawn foxes on them. he watched your favorite shows and cuddled you when you were sad, even though he claims that he doesn’t like skinship. 

he never does anything to make you uncomfortable, easing your worries about living with a guy. he respects your boundaries, and apologizes immediately if he ever breaks them accidentally. the only problem you could think of was your insurmountable crush on him that would never amount to anything, but you were doing your best to get over it. despite never bringing anyone else home, he never showed any interest in you. 

or, so you thought. 

you had found it a little weird to masturbate when you had first moved in together; you had never had a roommate before, so you didn’t really know the social cues around this kind of thing. as long as he didn’t know, it wouldn’t be a problem right?

you had started doing it only when he wasn’t home, and while you weren’t addicted to orgasms once every couple weeks wasn’t enough sometimes. you’d wait until he went to sleep, but he had the annoying habit of needing to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and you were always scared when you heard his footsteps outside of your room as he was stumbling to your shared bathroom across the hall. eventually, you got comfortable enough that you just did it whenever you pleased, knowing that if he caught you the only thing that would happen was a teasing remark here and there about it. 

sometimes his footsteps would pause right outside your door, like he was checking to see if he had accidentally woken you up. you thought it was kind of sweet, at first. but he would linger, to the point where you thought that he could have been sleep-walking. you would pause with your dildo halfway inside of you or frantically turn off your vibrator and wait with paused breath until he walked away, and you would sigh into your pillow. it felt wrong to continue, but the fight between your embarrassment and a potential orgasm usually ended up with the latter as the winner. 

you think you knew what he was doing far earlier than now, but some sick part of your mind liked it too much to fully identify it. he was listening to you, he probably had his ear pressed up to the door to hear the way your breath would catch when you twisted your dildo just right or the whines you couldn’t hold back when you finally came. 

you suppose your lack of confrontation made him a bit bolder, because his steps started getting a little louder and you began seeing the shadow of his feet under your door. 

you waited, day after day, for him to slip up so that you could finally catch him in the act, wanting to reveal him with his hands painted red. the opportunity came on an otherwise unassuming day, with you lying on your back with your hands between your naked legs and your shirt bunched up under your neck - his phone pinged. a loud, lingering bell-like sound that seemed to echo through your room. you hear him curse under his breath and move to do what you hope is turning off the sound of his notifications. he doesn’t move, both of your breaths are held as you wait for something, but he lets his out earlier and remains at the door. 

you slide off the bed, leaving your dildo on the sheets that you’d definitely need to wash after this and padding to your door on socked feet. you’re quiet, your steps not making a sound as you creep your hand to the door and wrench it open to reveal jeongin almost leaning up into the space the door just was in. his adam’s apple bobs as he gulps, his eyes walking down to your bare legs and the hem of your t-shirt just covering your dripping pussy. 

he shifts on his legs, eyes widening a bit as the shock of being caught settles in. 

“i-” he starts, his words getting stuck in his throat. what would he even have to say about this? how could he possibly explain this violation of privacy, even if you weren’t nearly as bothered by it as you should be?

“what are you doing?” you ask, knowing exactly what he was up to but wanting to hear him say it himself. 

“i was,” he clears his throat, a red flush making its way up his neck. “sleepwalking?”

“hmm, i don’t think so,” you wave your hand towards him, gesturing to the way he was clearly very aware of his surroundings. “do you know what i think? i think you were being a creepy, disgusting man and listening to me while i masturbated. and not for the first time.”

“shit,” he squeezes his eyes shut, tight like he was trying to cut his vision of you off permanently. the two of you sit in excruciatingly silence for a moment, him opening and closing his mouth a few times, scrambling to find something to say. “i’m so sorry-“

“do you want to watch?” you ask, cutting off his useless apology, the words leaving your mouth before you can think about what you’re offering. “i didn’t finish.”

“what?” he asks, the disbelievement overriding the panic on his face. “you just found out that i’ve been a creep and you’re offering me to do that?”

“i’m going to come with or without you,” you eye his crotch, his cock tenting up in his sweatpants, and you can almost see the timer in his head run out before he brushes past you into your room. “and give me some credit; i’ve known about you for weeks. you’re not as sly as you think you are.”

he ignores you in favor of crashing into your desk chair, a place he’s sat in several times before but never for this. you crawl back onto the bad, resuming the position you were in before. you keep your shirt further down this time though, covering you until your lower belly. 

you felt so exposed like this, despite him having heard you do this before it was different having him see it, witness you sliding your dildo into your hole right in front of him. the fit feels tighter, the give is harder as you fit it inside of you - was it nervousness? you’ve never had trouble with this particular toy before. 

when it bottoms out he whines, his hand moving to his crotch before moving away, like he was looking for some kind of permission. cute, you think, now he’s looking for approval. 

“you can touch yourself,” you say, words catching on your own pleasure as you begin to pump the dildo in and out of you, faster with each thrust. there’s a wet patch shining through his sweatpants now, and you feel a little bit of pity for him. “take your cock out and show me how hard i make you.”

you don’t know where these words are coming from, you’ve never been this bold in your life, always relying on partners to bring dirty talk to the table, but he had this way of bringing out sides of you that you never thought were possible. 

“fuck,” he takes his cock out, stroking it a couple times before rubbing his thumb over his slit to collect the moisture there. “i can’t believe i’m doing this, feels like a dream.”

“try harder,” you groan out, throwing your head back when you twist your wrist just right. 

“think about you all the time,” he says, almost babbling, his eyes never leaving your pussy as he strokes himself faster. “want to do so many things to you, can’t get you out of my head.”

“tell me,” you breathe out, the idea of him thinking about you making your head spin in circles. 

“do you know how fucking hot you are, walking around without a bra all the time?” he sighs, his hand not losing pace on his cock. “i want to squeeze your tits, whenever i want. when i walk past you, when we’re sitting on the couch together, when you’re asleep next to me, fuck.”

you want to say do it, i want you to, it’s all i want, but he keeps going. 

“when you wear those short, the tiny ones,” his eyes stray to your thighs, the soft, unmarked skin there. “want to pull you down into my lap, leave bruises on your legs that last for days.” 

“keep going,” you all but beg, his words hitting you like a tidal wave, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. you’ve lost control of the situation but you don’t really care. “please.”

“when- when you’re in the shower, and you make those noises,” he’s visibly affected by how close you are, by the way you throw your head back when you move your free hand to rub at your clit. “wanna get in there with you, want to hear you moan and whine and press you up against the shower wall-”

you cut him off with a gasped out fuck as you finally come, wrenching the dildo out as your hips buck up. you keep your fingers circling your clit as you ride it out, but you keep your eyes on him so you can see him come except -

he doesn’t. his hand is off of his dick and he’s clenching the armrests of the chair like he would pass out if he wasn’t. you fix him with a look when you come down from your high, confused and a little offended. 

“i didn’t want to-“ he starts, looking away with a flush to his cheeks. “i didn’t know if i was allowed.”

“oh, honey,” you melt, emotions bubbling up in your chest. he’s so cute. “of course you’re allowed. but wouldn’t you rather fuck me instead of your hand?”

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kinktober masterlist

[jweekgoji]

Hello! Your writing is amazing! Can I request a yandere Sentinel Prime with a femme reader who has an overprotective Sire? Her sire does not care about who Sentinel is and clearly does not like him and it pisses Sentinel off. Take your time!

Yandere!Sentinel Prime/Femme!Reader with an overprotective sire [hcs]

tw: yandere behavior, mentions of manipulation, jealousy, very brief violence, possesiveness. word count: ~890 a/n: for some reason, I can see Ultra Magnus being this father figure, hehe. thank you for request, Anon~ smoooooch

Your sire doesn't like Sentinel? Well, that certainly wasn't in the plans for him. He expects everyone to treat him like a royalty and look up at him, so when someone treats him differently, it kinda catches off guard.

I don't think yandere!Sentinel will go into his 'killing mode' the moment he sees an obstacle, mainly because he's sure he can take care of that in a classy way.

Sentinel is definitely that guy who really wants to make a good first impression on your sire. He might act like a really confident mech in front of you, but for some reason, he is a little nervous about the thoughts of meeting your sire.

In his mind, it really goes quickly from «oh come on, why would her father dislike me? Everyone loves me!» to «oh Primus. what if he hates me?» and that's how it repeats 24/7. Eventually, the confident Sentinel wins, but he takes a lot of time to prepare for any possible scenario. Everything should be perfect, every single smallest detail is personally checked by him, so nothing goes past.

Imagine Sentinel's expression when your sire harshly brushes it off with a «You're not good enough for my daughter and I don't want you around her. End. Of. Story» and just SLAMS the door shut into his face the moment the other bot sees him. Basically, that's where everything goes wrong. Oh, his poor ego.

Yandere Sentinel especially hates when something goes wrong and not according to his plan. He's a perfectionist, and if he spots any imperfections, it's a total disaster for him! His mood quickly changes from sweet and kind to annoyed and impulsive, so it's better to stay away from him for a good few minutes until he takes a deep breath and goes like «this is fine...everything is fine! :)» with his optic twitching and a small frown on his faceplate, which is easily noticed through his smile.

Yandere!Sentinel gets paranoid with the thought that your sire will start putting the wrong thoughts in your processor, talking trash about him behind his back, so eventually you will start to question your love for Sentinel as well. So, he decides to step in and turn the tables, planting the seeds of distrust about your parental figure. Does your father really care that much for you? Nothing is wrong with being a little protective over your own little spark, but you're no sparkling, you should build your own life!

He does it carefully, using tiny, innocent and careful remarks whenever you two are alone after another disastrous meeting with your sire.

«If your sire really wants what is best for you, why he takes your chances of happiness?»

Until he practically struck you with a head-on, «You always tell me that you love me. So you should choose. Me or him.»

Sentinel is selfish. A small part of him understands how ridiculous it is, to feel jealousy just because your mentor is present in your life. But when you start having more of those father-and-daughter times together, when your attention goes more to your sire rather than him, all rationality in his processor just disappears.

He spends half the day trying to call for you. He wants to know where the frag you are and WHY you don't pick up his calls immediately, since he needs you right here and now. As his partner, you're obligated to always be there for him, and being ignored by you...the audacity!

Sentinel walks in circles in his office, and the silence is bothering him to the insanity. One moment, he will start crying his spark out to her about it.

“After everything I have done to her..! Can you imagine that?” he looks at Airachnid for validation, his voice full of frustration. “I swear, if she calls back, I'm going to tell her everything I think of her, that—”

But the moment he sees your name popping up on the screen, he is conflicted. On the one hand, he wants to pick up immediately, on the other hand, he doesn't want to seem desperate. So he waits a few seconds until he finally decides.

Airachnid gives him almost a disappointed look as she sees her boss using that sweet voice when he talks to you. Suddenly, Sentinel is not that angry anymore, and if anything, he's relieved to finally see and hear your precious voice. He almost forgets about what he said a moment ago until you hit him with «oh, sorry Sentinel, I was with my sire all day. I can't visit you today. See you tomorrow!».

He almost snaps the device in his servo by the end of the call.

Eventually, Sentinel gets exhausted from all of it. He really tried, despite the constant disrespect from your sire. He has no remorse when he finally asks Airachnid to deal with the obstacle in his way of getting you, covering the story as an incident. The death of your sire would shatter you, but don't worry, you will heal soon enough with him by your side.

[dreadsuitsamus]

Bleach Men Taking Your Baby to the Grocery Store Headcanons

author's note: yes the premise is random but it's also very cute and perfectly in line with my recent onslaught of baby fever. also, the banners in this post were created by the always amazing @actuallysaiyan!! thank you for the gorgeous banners, babe! 🩷🩷🩷

pairings: kensei muguruma x reader, byakuya kuchiki x reader, grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader, renji abarai x reader, ichigo kurosaki x reader

warnings: children ages 5 and younger and grimmjow's parenting lmao this is mostly fluff and some mischief mixed in from the babies

Kensei is definitely the tough parent of the two of you, and he relishes in that fact

But goddammit do those baby eyes make him waver

As he carries little Mila into the store, he tells her they're only there for necessities

No candy, no sugary cereals, only what you've tasked him to buy for dinner

Despite being only three and a half, however, Mila has a pretty good idea of how to get her way with Kensei

It's gotten slightly less effective since the pacifiers have been removed from her arsenal, but anything that cracks her dad's tough exterior is remarkable as is

It starts off innocently enough, though soon the way she sings her little song and bops her head around becomes rife with intent

"Daddy, can has hug?" She blinks up at him, holding her arms up

Either he's willfully choosing to fall into the trap, or Kensei is merely blind in the face of his precious girl

"Of course, baby." Kensei picks her up from the cart and kisses her wonderfully chubby cheek, leading the cart behind him as he continues through the store with Mila hooked on his hip

Mila curls up, humming as her eyes scan the shelves for something she wants

"Hold Momma's list for Daddy, okay?"

Mila's little fingers hold the list carefully, and soon Kensei is at a crossroad

"Broth. What kind of broth?" He mutters, fishing his cell phone from his pocket to call you

As usual, it turns into a bit of a squabbling match. He thinks remembering every little detail is silly, and you think you've made this dish so many times he should know you need chicken broth

Kensei is sufficiently annoyed by the time the phone call ends, and Mila strikes then

"Daddy, can has kiss?"

"Yes, baby." She gets a kiss on either cheek, and the kiss she gives his cheek right back is just about the final nail in the coffin

With Kensei holding her, she's able to reach the shelf and snag a little box of animal crackers

"Daddy, can has this?"

Played by the fucking toddler again!! That's three times this week!

"... Don't tell your brothers." Kensei sighs, hanging his head in shame

It's not all bad though; he does get another sweet kiss from his princess

Byakuya is a strict but ultimately fair father

Little Jasmine has grown up under his watchful eye, though through that she's certainly learned just how many of his limits she can press and how to get around them

Going to the grocery store is rare, and even more so if you're not present for the journey

But it's vacation time, and you're busy setting up the cabin for your family's stay, so Byakuya has been tasked with gathering enough groceries to make it through dinner and the morning's breakfast

Byakuya holds Jasmine’s hand and they walk inside together, Byakuya using a tissue to pick up one of the small hand baskets. There's no telling the last time this thing has been sanitized!

“What would you like for dinner tonight?” Byakuya asks the five year old, and Jasmine hums thoughtfully

How can she end the first day of this vacation with a delicious banana split?

Appealing to her father's tastes will increase the likelihood of success, and her father is quite fond of spicy foods…

“Can we have curry?”

The light in his eyes isn't missed by the girl, and she can practically taste an ice cream sundae with a waffle bowl already

“You're becoming more accustomed to spices, I see.” Byakuya hums and begins to survey the store's offerings, whereas Jasmine is mentally preparing her list for dessert

“Daddy?” Jasmine dials up the sweetness in her tone while Byakuya examines the various cuts of chicken on display

“Yes?” He hums

“Can we have a treat tonight?”

“What sort of treat?”

“A surprise treat. Please, Daddy?”

Byakuya pauses. He's no fan of sweets, and in general sugar is limited in the Kuchiki household

But she did say please

“Mm… I suppose.”

Byakuya doesn't meet your eyes when he and Jasmine return from the store with more ingredients for ice cream sundaes than dinner and breakfast combined

He is such a sucker, but he's happy to be played when he receives his banana split with a chocolate syrup drawing of his beloved Wakame Taishi from his darling daughter

Renji tries his best to be a strict father, but his determination wavers frequently. He wanted for many things as a child, and as a parent he doesn't wish to push that same feeling on his child as long as he's capable of providing a warm, loving home

Not to mention, that damn two year is old is just so cute it makes his heart melt at the mere sight of the toddler

“C’mon, honey, gotta get some soup for Mommy.” Renji murmurs as he carefully takes little Rin from his car seat, carrying him into the store on his hip

“Why?” is Rin’s favorite question right now, and Renji’s eye twitches a bit

“Because her tummy is upset.”

“Why?”

“... I don't know.”

“Why?”

“I don't know!”

“Why?”

Renji gently pinches his son's lips between his fingers. “Shhh… Quiet time.”

But of course, the moment he lets go, Rin is back at it again

“Why?”

“Because now Daddy has a headache.”

Rin, as gently as he can while simultaneously not managing much grace in the act, pats his father's sunglasses that sit atop his head

“All bedder?”

Renji's lip practically wobbles at the sweetness. “Yes, Daddy's all better. Thank you, sweetie.”

Rin rests his head against his father, playing with the Renji’s chain while he surveys all of the varieties of soup, Renji occasionally pulling the chain away from the baby's open mouth

Rin whines after his third attempt to eat the necklace, so Renji quickly grabs the first can of chicken noodle soup he sees and makes a dash for the checkout. No baby meltdowns in public, for the love of God

Renji gently bounces the baby, pleading softly with him to calm down. It's not working very well, however, and these damn checkout lines aren't moving at all!

Desperation wins and Renji's grabbing a lollipop before he knows it, tearing the wrapping off and popping the sucker into Rin’s teeny mouth

His plan to calm the baby works, and by the time he's actually able to check out and purchase the soup, the small pop is already gone and the tantrum is starting to blossom again

And just as Renji gets the baby strapped back into his carseat, he checks his phone to see a text you sent twenty minutes ago that practically sends his eyes popping out of his skull

Can you pick up a pregnancy test too?

He glances over at the toddler, and can practically see the boy as a big brother already

Even with a fussy baby in round two of the long lines, Renji's smile doesn't waver and he just kisses and coos at the hopefully soon-to-be big brother

Grimmjow is an interesting parent. Much like how every day with a four year old is a mystery, every day with Grimmjow is a deep dive into the unknown

So when sending the man and his mini-me to the grocery store, you're not quite sure what they're going to come home with. Hopefully it at least includes the items on the list, otherwise dinner is going to be very different from what you've planned

“Oi, keep up!” Grimm looks over his shoulder, the four year old having been distracted by a vending machine

“Want snack.”

“Too bad. Let's go.”

The toddler’s stare is a little too lead paint-y for Grimmjow's liking

“Zen.” Grimmjow looks on, unimpressed as he fishes a coin from his pocket. “Fine, brat. You win, you get a snack. I win, I get a snack.”

That gets the boy to smile, clapping his hands as he jumps in excitement

Grimmjow smirks. “Heads I win, tails you lose.”

The coin is flipped off of Grimmjow's thumb and he catches it easily, Zen waiting with bated breath for the results. Does Daddy win or does he lose??

Grimm sucks his teeth, shaking his head and tucking the quarter back into his pocket. “Heads I win. Tough luck, kid. Maybe next time.”

Zen pouts, watching his father slip a dollar into the vending machine and press the buttons for a honey bun. “Aw man…”

“C’mon.” Grimmjow opens up the snack, taking a big bite and grabbing the front of Zen’s coat, carrying him inside of the store like a handbag

The boy can't help but giggle as he looks up at his father; he loves air jail!

“You're in jail. Stop laughing, fuckin’ psycho.” Grimm shakes his son a bit, hiding his own laughter into the next bite of his honey bun. He's a hardass, but that baby's laugh is precious and melts him like ice cream on a sunny day

Heads turn at the way Grimmjow carries Zen, but Grimm is highly unbothered by such judgment. His kid is happy and healthy, and anyone that thinks otherwise can kiss his ass, for all he cares

“You got the list?” Grimm looks down at Zen, the boy fishing out the neatly-folded post-it note you lovingly tucked into his jacket pocket

Grimmjow perks a brow as he reads off the ingredients you've listed. “Say, kid—” he looks down at his son. “Whaddya say we ditch the list and get some pizza instead?”

Zen claps happily at the idea and Grimm grins menacingly, crushing up the grocery list and tossing it on the floor as he hoists his boy over his shoulder, stuffing the last bite of the honey bun in his baby's mouth whilst flipping off a scandalized woman at the checkouts

Growing up with two younger sisters was good for something after all, Ichigo thinks as he wrangles his twin girls through the parking lot with relative ease

The three year olds are stubborn and independent, having insisted they walk instead of having daddy carry them! But they still want to hold his hands, of course

why no he is not melting like a lava cake, why do you ask?

The girls gasp at the sight of a shopping cart with a racecar on the end that's the perfect size for two little ones!

“We don't even need a cart.” Ichigo deadpans, though it's in one ear and out the other as the babies pile into the little racecar, turning the steering wheels and beeping the (thankfully noiseless) horns

He feels like an idiot but as the dutiful father he is, Ichigo complies with his girls’ wishes and pushes the cart into the store

Chubby fingers point as little voices call out for candies and trinkets, and Ichigo's quick with each of his responses

“No.”

“I said no.”

“No ma'am!”

He's definitely cleaning their ears out when they get home, because clearly they can't hear him! Why else would they ask for things a million times over, hm?

“Daddy always say no.” Indigo pouts, her sister nodding in agreement. All they want is some candy!! Why is Daddy so mean?

Ichigo sighs in frustration as the aisle he needs to go down is absolutely packed, and he's stuck with this behemoth of a shopping cart. Settling it at the end of the aisle, he kneels down to make eye contact with the girls

“Stay put; I’ll be right back.”

Ichigo quickly rushes down the aisle, weaving between people to get to the pasta section

Now… If only he could remember what shape of pasta you told him to buy

Indigo and Imani look at each other, covering their mouths to hide their mischievous giggles

Those Push Pops they were eyeing are still nearby, and Daddy isn't!

As the tag team they are, Indigo and Imani spring into action, Indigo rushing to get the candy while Imani (who turns up the cuteness to a ten!) rushes down the aisle to her father

Ichigo frowns and picks up Imani, scolding her for leaving the cart

It isn't exactly effective, however, as the baby eyes and the cooing let her off the hook easily

When they get back to the cart after Ichigo remembers which pasta you've requested, he sets Imani back into the racecar

Indigo slips a blue Push Pop into her twin's hand, the two of them sharing a conspiratorial smile

They almost get away with it too, though when Ichigo's strapping them into their car seats he notices the lollipops

“Stop stealing!!!!”

These girls will surely be the reason he takes medication for his blood pressure, and he dreads the day when they become teenagers!

[doremimosasol]

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 - 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✧

Hufflepuff!reader here

Slytherin!reader here

Gryffindor!reader here

warnings: suggestive? idk

word count: 1,2 k

requested

Mattheo definitely makes fun of Ravenclaws for burying their noses into books so much

because I believe he doesn’t need to study a lot at all to score high (Tom’s son after all)

though he’d secretly read a lot himself (no one knows this, not even his closest friends)

he reads lots of classics before he goes to bed to help him fall asleep

reading calms his mind and makes him forget about his worries and problems at home, it’s a form of escapism for him

he’d make fun of Ravenclaw, mock them, pull pranks… anything to annoy the house

he didn’t know why, he just loved the smart remarks he’d get in return

maybe he saw them as equally intelligent to argue with did he really?

his luck, of course, a Ravenclaw caught his eyes

he noticed you for the first time in 1st year on the Hogwarts Express and there was just something about you that made you stand out

the way you carried yourself was something that made you stay on his mind for weeks

your smile that came back into his mind, every time he closed his eyes

he didn’t want to come to terms with this little crush he developed the first few months so he’d ‘bully’ you a lot the first few years (playfully though, nothing too serious)

he would never hurt you and would never let anyone hurt you either

this man would NEVER leave you alone; everywhere you went, he went

he’d walk next to you in the hallways, annoying the shit out of you

he’d jumpscare you at any given time

he’d go to the library, specifically to interrupt your studying

as the years progressed, it turned into academic rivalry

it was something to keep himself entertained because let’s be honest he didn’t care about grades, he only cared about getting on your nerves by being better at something

because god forbid all that studying would give you good grades, right?

but he didn’t just study more, it’d go as far as sabotaging your tests

sneaking into the office of the professors who were dumb enough to keep their classrooms unlocked

he was that driven to get on your nerves, all that because the childish boy was too scared to give in to his feelings

he’d observe your manners and likes a lot over the years, following you every place you went (not creepy?)

in 6th year he’d finally gather the confidence to ask you out for the Yule Ball

in combination, he’d also gift you a stunning necklace to wear with your dress (something he’d wanted to give you for years now)

it matched with the tie he wore to the event, something to make it clear you were already his before you even knew it yourself

because he was the only one who could tease you and the only one that could have you in the end

you’d have an amazing night, dancing until your feet and legs hurt

it’d surprise you how sweet he could be after all these years of teasing (could it be you had grown to like this man?) he was just a little tipsy

after the ball, he’d take you to the astronomy tower to watch the stars

he’d give you his blazer so you wouldn’t get cold, he didn’t care if he would; the only important thing for him was for you to be warm enough and not catch a cold

he’d never admit he cared though

there, he would finally confess his feelings to you (shocker, honestly? not really)

of course, you said yes, how could you not?

even after all these years of teasing, pranks being pulled, and rivalry you had grown a liking for him

you started to like Mattheo fucking Riddle

the person who’d gotten on your nerves for the last years, now finally made his way into your heart

because deep down he was the softest person you’ve ever met, and that was proven after this magical night

he’d shown himself like he never showed himself in front of anyone else

you were the only person that made him act like that

and it’d drive him mad that anyone in this world had gotten him to go soft

gotten him to care

gotten him to open his heart

gotten him to fall in love

because deep down he knew he could trust you after all these years

that you would keep his heart save

something he had to protect so badly with frozen locks that you had seemed to melt

even though you were complete opposites, it felt like you two fit like puzzle pieces

those kind of puzzle pieces you couldn’t find until the end of the puzzle

you’d stare at the stars all night, you pointing out all constellations while he looked at you like you were his own personal star on earth

you knew he would kiss you if you even moved your head an inch to face him, so you tried to keep your eyes on the stars

this would drive him mad and eventually, he’d take your chin between his fingers to make you look at him

never could a first kiss have been better than this: one hand in your hair, the other on your neck

slowly moving his fingers over your scalp as he deepened the kiss

all the passion and pent-up frustration of keeping this crush hidden were shown by just the touch of his lips

after that night you started dating

he’d accompany you to the library, studying together…

‘studying’ together…

more like him whining about you not giving him enough attention

he’d put his hand on your thigh, slowly creeping it higher until he got the reaction out of you he wanted

and he always got it, that’s why he kept doing it

it wouldn’t be a lie to say he made your grades drop by some points (was this his whole plan?)

this would always result in you getting annoyed, rolling your eyes, and trying to make it obvious you wanted to study

“Come on y/n, studying can’t possibly be more important than me, right?” he’d whine continuously in your ear, playfully biting your neck in the process

he’d smirk against your neck “I know you like it when I touch you like this. Don’t lie to me, love.”

after that, you’d slam your books shut and pack your stuff before dragging him to your room, furious most of the time

he didn’t mind, because once again he got his way

during private study sessions, he’d sit you down on his lap, making you face him

he’d question your knowledge with the flashcards you made and every time you got something right he’d give you a quick kiss

though those study sessions would eventually turn into make-out sessions

make-out sessions would turn into you ending up late in class the next day

with the wrong tie

I mean, it’s Mattheo after all

I believe a relationship with Mattheo and a Ravenclaw would be really could when they got together but EXTREMELY slow burn

also academic rivalry duhhh

[theirishwolfhound]

I do love the idea of an unhinged reader. Not like brutally unhinged but... like the kind that is harmlessly annoying and is just a brat to Task Force 141.

Like the mother fuckers nickname is Menace and they're somehow still alive after everything so they make it everyone's problem.

They're great at what they do, amazing even— but no team wants menaces like Menace, not even the heavens nor the hells want the damn person.

This is the same Menace who wears a devilish half-mask, but only above their mouth so people can see their shit-eating grin (think similar to the ghoul mask above) as they leave small firecrackers under the lids of toilet seats, or so people notice the way their lips curl up in mock disgust when someone is talking.

Menace who only goes through with the SAS training to one up another soldier they despised, enough to have sicked a pack of squirrels on that they personally hand fed a few days after— they even bonded enough with the little fuckers that when they were finally transferred out to be someone else's problem, the squirrels would steal the remaining soldiers foods.

Laswell, whose grand idea of knocking the boys down a peg since she's tired of their shenanigans includes getting this Menace of a person to join 141 with faint threats of blackmail— to which Coporal Menace respects, leading Kate to being the only one who is not subjected to the dumpster fire that is about to happen, but is only encouraged by her wife.

Price, who in his right mind, nearly rejects the idea of this misfit joining because of their turnover rate but gives in when Laswell tells him it would be worth it— that her wife likes them and they're an excellent solider after all.

Immediately upon arrival, Menace lives up to their name— pissing on the side of the building as if to mark their new territory before deciding it would be a good idea to rile up the behemoth of a man by asking Price: "Didn't anyone tell the poor bastard that Halloween was four fuckin' months ago? Look at 'em he looks emo."

It wasn't until then that the poor Captain realized how much of an untamed brat his new corporal was— only to be further set in after the first two weeks on base.

Sure Menace got along with Soap, but they were far too alike for Menace's likings and Gaz, sweet sweet Gaz, gave them a few too man odd glances and playfully snide remarks for their liking— meanwhile Ghost had made them scrub the bathroom from top to bottom with a small sponge, and well they could already see the forming regret in Price's eyes.

So Menace did what they did best.

It started out simple: silently attaching balloons on strings to the back of their clothes without them noticing, flipping all of the furniture upside down during the middle of the night, purposefully mocking every single move of one of the operators for a full day, sugar in the salt shaker or salt in the sugar dish, you name it they did it.

Glitterbomb the captain? Oh yeah, and there's still glitter in his mustache.

Tied the two sergeants' doors together so that neither could open it? Done and done, they were locked in their rooms for a good hour until someone cut the rope.

Move the lieutenant’s furniture two inches to the right so that he would constantly stub his toe? Yeah, you can practically see him fuming after every trip to his office.

And what irked the lads the most? Menace kept getting away without being caught— managing to even out sneak Ghost, which the only reason for it is: Menace knowing they don't know what they look like without that mask. So obviously they take it off and blend in with the many other people on base.

They made a fool of their sergeants, their lieutenant, and their captain and it was time to get back at the cunning prankster— but Menace grew suspicious. Usually they would have been booted out by a normal team by then, but what Menace came to realize a bit too late was that Task Force 141 was not normal.

And reality came to a head when Menace was called to Price's office to collect something— only for that something to be a bucket of ice cold water falling onto their head and for the captain to tell their now soaking wet and cold Coporal: "Game's on, brat."

PT 1 | PT 2

[bookshelf-dust]

I'M HERE TO REQUEST AGAIN

this is going to be a bit angsty, but it's hurt/comfort. basically while he's in class some guys make fun of him by saying he's way out of reader's league and he gets self-conscious. reader and the Hellfire table notices he's not talking much at lunch so reader goes to talk to him (established relationship)

hope this wasn't too specific!<33 (don't worry about rushing the writing, enjoy the process!!)

glittery curls

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 1,426

warnings: swearing, patrick and jason’s goons being assholes, angst, comfort, fluff

a/n: hi sweetheart! thank you for requesting. i’m so sorry it took me a little while and i hope that’s okay! this is a sweet idea and please don’t worry about it being too specific—it’s perfect like always! and thank you for being sweet about not rushing. i appreciate that more than you know <3

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“Bend down a little, Gare.”

“Whatever you say, your highness.”

He has glitter in his hair. The girls had a project due, and Gareth, being the loving brother that he is, offered his services. You’ve been picking chunks and flecks of glitter out of his hair for three days. He claims to have washed it since, too.

He bends a little at the waist so that you can see his hair more clearly. You use your nails to grab at a piece of purple glitter from the roots of his hair.

“Kiss my ass, Emerson.”

He pinches your side at that remark and you let out a small squeal before presenting the glitter to him, a victorious look on your face. Gareth quirks a brow, examining the intruder, and then you wipe your finger off on his shirt before turning to go to your next class.

He catches your hand before you get too far. “Hey, hey, hey, where’s my kiss?”

Gareth “demands goodbye kisses” Emerson.

You pretend to be annoyed at the premise, and he pouts so hard you bring both hands to his face, apologizing repeatedly.

“Here, here!” You kiss him, short and sweet (you are in school, after all). He tastes like strawberries. You wonder if he had some for breakfast.

“Thank you,” he says. You plant another on his nose before leaving him to it.

Gareth adjusts the bag on his shoulder and turns to head into his classroom.

“That’s just sad, man.”

Gareth wouldn’t have thought anyone was talking to him if it weren’t for the closeness of the voice. He turns his head, finding Patrick staring at him. Andy and Jason linger further behind.

“I’m sorry?” Gareth’s tone changes into something much more serious, deeper even, than what he’d been using with you.

“You, dude. You’re totally head over heels for them, and they’re way out of your league.”

Patrick turns to watch you at the very end of the hallway, where you turn a corner and then you’re out of sight. He shakes his head. “It’s just depressing, man.”

Gareth feels his face warming. “What are you talking about, McKinney?”

Patrick laughs, and it doesn’t do anything but heighten Gareth’s frustration. He doesn’t understand where this is coming from.

“You and them,” Patrick says, nodding towards where you’d walked away. “You looked lovesick, and that’s just weird to me because the two of you make absolutely no sense.” Andy chuckles, and Gareth shoots him a look. He quiets.

“They’re pretty damn smart, and could be friends with anyone they want, but pick you and your group of freaks? Yeah, that just doesn’t check out, man. It’s probably best if you save yourself the trouble and dump ‘em now. That way you won’t have to deal with it when they realize the truth.”

Gareth decides he’s had enough of this shit. “Fuck you, man. Why don’t you mind your own business? Last time I checked, your last girlfriend cheated on you with Andy, so I really don’t think you have any reason to be giving me relationship advice.”

He pushes past the other boys and into the classroom, heading straight for his seat in the back against the wall.

Gareth barely hears a word of the lecture he’s supposed to be paying attention to. He’s amazed that he even manages to take notes.

Patrick’s comments race through his mind, over and over again. They pick at his every insecurity, his every vulnerability.

What if he’s right? You’re fucking insanely smart, Gareth thinks. You could be with anyone you wanted, and he knows that. Up until that conversation, Gareth thought your choosing him had meant something. That he was special. That his friends were special, and they were all worth more than whatever the people at school thought.

Now he’s not so sure.

He tries to distract himself from his buzzing mind by paying extra attention in his classes. It only partially works. All he can think about is that maybe you really are way out of his league.

Gareth gets to the Hellfire table at lunch before you do. He sits down beside Jeff, who’s too busy arguing with Mike about something to notice that something’s wrong.

You, however, clock it before you even take your seat. His arms are crossed and he’s bouncing his knee. He’s not laughing or splitting a cheese stick with Dustin. Something’s wrong with your boy.

Eddie seems to have noticed it too. He hasn’t sat yet, but he’s walking to the table just as you are, and shoots you a look over Gareth’s head. One that says, you seein’ this? You nod.

Eddie’s known Gareth long enough to know that when he gets quiet, he’s frustrated. Gareth being quiet is never a good thing. When he’s sad, he talks about it, and he might be a bit downcast, but he’s still Gareth.

Eddie has witnessed many a Gareth outburst, and they aren’t usually pretty. He knows you can handle it though. You’re exceptionally good at calming him down.

You slide into your seat, and Gareth doesn’t even look at you. You decide to take it easy.

You rub your thumb across the bare expanse of arm under his sleeve. That gets his attention. He turns to look at you. “Hey,” he says.

“Hey.” You keep rubbing his arm. “You okay?”

Gareth uncrosses his arms and sits up in his chair. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Emerson,” you say, keeping your voice low as to not cause a scene. He turns his head to look at you. You only use his last name when he’s being a pain in the ass. The thing is, Gareth doesn’t really give a shit if he’s being an ass right now.

He doesn’t feel like arguing with you. He’s too upset. Gareth is quiet for the rest of lunch, and he avoids you the rest of the day. It’s not until you drive over to his house after school that you get a chance to ask him what’s wrong.

He lets you in and leads you to his room without a word. “Gareth,” you start, “will you please tell me what’s wrong? I really don’t like seeing you like this.”

He tosses his head back, exasperated. “And you think I like feeling like this?”

“I know you don’t Gare, but I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.”

Gareth takes one look at you, giving your most pleading and sincere eyes, and he’s done for. He runs both of his hands down his face and sits on the edge of his bed.

“After you went to class this morning? Patrick showed up and told me that the two of us being together doesn’t make sense.”

“What?” You ask, quickly becoming upset.

“He said that you’re way out of my league and too good for me and that someday you’re going to realize that I’m a piece of shit and you shouldn’t have chosen me.”

You realize his eyes are glossy and you rush to crouch in front of him, hands on his forearms. They’re warm under the tips of your fingers.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t listen to any of his shit okay?”

“Stop,” Gareth says.

“What do you mean?” You don’t understand.

“I mean that I’m in love with you and they’re telling me that this is bullshit, that you don’t care and that you’re just going to leave me at some point and so I’m upset—”

“What?” You cut him off.

“Huh?” Gareth doesn’t realize what he says for a second. “Shit.”

You stare up at him.

“I’ve never said that before,” he tells you.

“No,” you shake your head. That knocked the breath right out of you. “But before you say anything else, I am not going to just up and leave you or something, Gareth. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I chose you because you’re the best boy in the world. And because I love you, too.”

The boy in question smiles at you.

“You love me too?” He asks shyly.

You bring a hand to his cheek, and he leans into the touch.

“Yeah. And it’s okay to be upset, Gare, because he was being an asshole, but I would never leave you, okay?”

“Okay,” he says, nodding. Gareth wraps his arms around you and practically scoops you up.

“Sweetheart,” you say after a moment, pulling away from him. He looks at you, confused.

“You’ve still got glitter in your hair.”

He drops his head to your shoulder. “Dammit.”

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[sweetestofchaos]

Got7’s Scenario of…Paying For Your Food

While waiting in line, he realizes that the woman in front of him has forgotten her wallet at home and cannot pay for her order.

w. SFW, nothing but cute fluff.

p. Got7 x Pregnant!Reader

a/n: Listen, I know that everyone has their debit/credit cards linked to their phones now and days but back in my day, it was cash or card! These food places/stall do not take ApplePay or anything like that lol

🍼social experiment masterlist🍼

Mark - He tends to mind his own when he's out as to not draw attention to himself, however he couldn't keep quite as he watched you search your bag three times. The cashier's eye twitched as they waited for you to pay and he couldn't ignore the snarky remarks that they cashier was muttering loud enough for you both to hear.

Mark looked behind himself to see that he was the only other person in line and shook his head as his temper started to rise. He couldn't imagine how belittling it was to have someone talk down to you when you just wanted to eat. Taking it upon himself, Mark politely tapped your elbow and stepped beside you with his card already in his hand.

He lied and acted like he knew you, stating that he didn't recognize you for the back and paid for your food along with his own. He gave the cashier an unimpressed look and informed the younger person that she should find another job if common courtesy was too hard for her. Turning to you, he smiled and offered to bring the food while you found a table.

You found a table and tried to blink away your tears before Mark came to the table with your food. He saw your tears and handed you a napkin and offered a kind smile before he took a bite out of his food.

"What are you doing here? Look at you! You look amazing. Here, let me pay and we can catch up, okay?"

Jaebeom - Calculating the coast of everything in his head, Jaebeom looked away from the fruit when he heard an annoyed sigh. The woman in front of him was clearly distressed and when she turned to her side, he noticed that she was visibly pregnant. Worried that something was wrong, Jaebeom stepped in front of you and questioned the stand owner about the issue. 

Hearing that you couldn't pay for your food, Jaebeom took it upon himself to pay for everything and stated loudly that anyone who would like a pregnant woman to go hungry was an asshole. After he paid for everything, the two of you walked over to a table to sit so that you could collect yourself. 

You didn't have money to thank him and so you offered one of your favorite fruits that you've been craving ever since you became pregnant. It's a very sour fruit that you can't help but love. Jaebeom took the fruit at your insistence and took a huge bite.

He tried to hide his dislike, he didn't want to offend you but the moment you saw the way his lip and brows pulled tight you laughed and Jaebeom knew he was in the clear.

"Excuse me, what's the issue here? Hmmm, do you mind if I pay? I can't let you leave all this yummy food behind."

Jinyoung - The moment Jinyoung sees you double checking your back pockets for your wallet, he smiles to himself. He knows that a lot of women get pregnancy brain and he finds it cute but he knows better than to say that out loud. He taps you on the shoulder lightly and asks if you would let him pay for your food with the most charming of smiles on his face. You agree and say that you can pay him back, maybe send him money through CashApp or Venmo but he refuses.

He adds his food to the order and pays with his card easily before he turns to face you to make sure you are okay. While he knows that people forget their wallets, he wants to make sure that you aren't too upset with yourself. These things happen and that's okay. The two of you get your food and he offers to carry your tray for you to which you thank him once again. You ask if he would like to sit with you and he agrees.

The conversation is light and you find it easy to talk to Jinyoung. he is kind and very sweet. He enjoys talking to you as well and once you are both finished eating, he thanks you for spending time with him.

"I can add your order to mine, if that's okay? I forgot my wallet just the other week, so I get it."

Jackson - While standing behind you, Jackson thinks over what he would like to eat but your voice is distracting. He listens in to what your order and the moment you start digging in your purse, he presses his lip together in a tight line. He can hear the tears in your voice as you tell the cashier that you cannot find your card, so he steps in.

Coming up to the counter, he makes himself known by clearing his throat lightly before he offers to pay for your food. You try to refuse but Jackson informs you that he was going to order the exact same thing, so it isn't out of his way to order two...and that you are free to join him if you would like 'cause he might not be able to eat two whole meals.

Jackson pouts as he says this and it makes you laugh before you agree to eat with him. The food is amazing and his company is wonderful. He asks if it would be rude to ask about the baby and you shake your hand, answering all the questions he has. He is very excited to learn about the little one growing inside you and expresses his own excitement at the thought of being a father someday.

"This is a lot of food. I know I ordered two but I don't think I could eat this all by my poor ol' lil self." *pouts in cute*

Youngjae - Youngjae didn't want to come off as a creep for having overheard that you didn't have your wallet on you. He wanted to offer to pay but he knew that it could come across as rude but when he saw your pregnant belly, he didn't care. He stepped up to your side and handed the cashier his card telling the younger man to put the two orders together.

You couldn't even refuse because it was so sudden and you truly were thankful. Honestly, it felt like you were in a movie with how cool he was but Youngjae was a blushing mess the moment you smiled at him. He started touching his hair and the cool guy persona went out the window. What a sweet guy wearing leather, it made you smile more and offer to share a table with him.

The food was yummy and Youngjae was very polite while you ate. Somehow you got on the topic of dogs and he showed you the three folders on his phone of his little dog Coco. You admitted that you always wanted a dog but when you got pregnant, you pushed the idea to the back burner for the time being. Youngjae offered to let you meet Coco and if you got along he was fine with you watching her from time to time.

"Put her order with mine and add an extra cookie. Thank you."

Bambam - The cool guy that he is, Bambam didn't second guess for a single second when he heard you tell the vendor that you didn't have your wallet on you. He looked up from his phone and smiled to himself. It was his time to shine and look cool in front of a pretty lady.

He tapped your arm gently and gave you a polite smile before he offered to pay for your meal. He was clean cut and dressed up, if he was offering, you figured why not and agreed. Bambam ordered his food as well and the two of you waited off to the side while your food was made.

In the short waiting time, Bambam asked if you knew where your wallet could be and was happy to know that it was a home on the kitchen table. You talked about fashion after you questioned him about his jacket which most people didn't know the designer but you did. He grabbed both of your orders when they were called and you sat at a bench together enjoying the food.

Conversation was easy with the two of you and by the end of your meal, Bambam asked if he could have your number after he found out you were single.

"May I pay for this? How much for two orders? Did you want anything else? A drink or something for later?"

Yugyeom - Yugyeom knew from the moment that he saw you, he wanted to say something but he wasn't sure how. Luck was on his side when he saw you looking for your wallet and coming up short. You had already placed your order and just as the cashier was about to cancel the order, he stepped up and offered to pay. He didn't look at you until after he paid for both orders and his face heated up the moment your eyes locked.

You smiled, just as bashful but thankful and you told him as much. Unsure of how to pay him back, you asked if he would sit with you and Yugyeom agreed. He couldn't stop stealing glances at you and when you called him out on his he just smiled shyly. He apologized and said that he found you really cute, you carried the pregnancy really well.

You laughed at the compliment since it was strange but thanked him nonetheless. Once the food came to the table, you saw that what he got looked and smelled really good. Seeing the way you were looking at his food, Yugyeom offered you half and you gave him half of yours, to which he only took a little. He even went as far as to order an extra sweet because you ate that first which made me smile.

Sitting with you was nice and Yugyeom asked if it would be okay to maybe take a walk after if you weren't busy. He remembered his mom saying that light exercise was very important for a pregnant woman.

"Don't cancel that. I'll pay for it along with mine. Is that okay with you? Sorry, to take over."

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Hello! I hope you're having a good day :) for fic prompts (yay I finally thought of one) maybe one of our guys casually referencing something a bully in their past taught them was true about themself and the other being like??? No???

Cheering!! Absolutely never get tired of writing scenes like this!

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Ed hadn’t even questioned it when he said it.

They’d been working on painting the library with the prettiest light purple paint. It didn’t really have any books yet, but it was going to be a library, so that was what they were calling it already. They’d been joking around, and somehow they’d gotten on the topic of Ed’s sword fighting lessons, and Stede had remarked that he wondered why Ed hadn’t tried to teach anyone else.

“Mostly because I was flirting with you,” Ed laughed, and then he’d paused, and he’d just owned up to the reason that was probably the most true, but, because they were trying to be open and available with each other, he decided to take it a bit further. “And, y’know, I have anger issues, so I always thought it was for the best not to be swinging swords around anyone if I could help it, right?”

And Stede had looked at him, confusion all over his face. “Sorry, what?”

“Uh, I was flirting with you?”

“After that.”

“Oh,” Ed realized, clicking his tongue, looking down at his paint roller so he didn’t have to look at Stede. “I have anger issues.”

“Uh, no,” Stede said, almost laughing.

“Stede,” Ed sighed, “I know you love me, I love you, but we’re trying to be vulnerable with each other, and you really shouldn’t -”

“Oh, honey, no.” Stede put his own paint roller back in its tray, wiping a few specks of paint off on the light shorts he’d put on for painting as he crossed the room to Ed’s side. “Thank you for telling me. But who the fuck told you that?”

“Uh,” Ed said. “Does it matter? It’s -”

“It is not true,” Stede said, so firmly that Ed looked up in surprise. “You do not have anger issues.”

Ed ducked his head.

“I have more trouble controlling my anger than you do, honestly,” Stede snorted. “Why do you think…?”

Ed cleared his throat a bit sheepishly. “Uh, I’m really violent -”

“You were a pirate.” Stede shrugged. “Again. I’m more violent than you are.”

“Uh-huh,” Ed snorted.

“Really,” Stede insisted. “I’ve seen you get angry, Ed. Like when that awful man called you a donkey - if anyone did that to you now, I’d probably shoot them in their faces, but you gave him every chance before you got mad.”

“And then I ordered him skinned with a snail fork,” Ed mumbled. “Because I’m -”

“I would’ve done worse,” Stede said immediately. “Honestly, Ed, I’m in awe of your restraint.”

Ed…restraint. Huh.

He allowed the thoughts to dance across his mind, for just a moment before he pushed them away.

“If I don’t have anger issues,” Ed started hesitantly, occupying himself with re-applying paint on his roller, “then, uh…”

“Oh, lucky for you,” Stede said brightly, “I can tell you all about what my boyfriend Ed is like. He’s amazing. He’s my best friend.”

Ed couldn’t help his smile at Stede’s unbearably fond tone. “Go on, then.”

“Alright!” Stede almost leaned back against the wet wall before Ed stopped him, and he giggled, his nose scrunching with it. “Well. My Ed is so patient. He always explains things so well. He never yells, but he can get a bit chatty when he’s excited. When he’s annoyed with me, he gets the cutest line between his eyebrows.”

Ed pretended to pout at him.

“That one,” Stede laughed, pressing a kiss to the grumpy line on his forehead. “He’s very sweet. He’s always gentle, and kind, and he’s very usually cheerful. He loves making people laugh.”

“Sounds like a pretty alright guy,” Ed said, trying to sound very casual and not at all like he was choked up.

“Oh, he is,” Stede grinned. “He’s amazing.”

“Awright,” Ed grumbled, deciding that was enough introspection for one day, and he dabbed a bit of paint on the tip of Stede’s nose.

Stede yelped at him, and then chased him around the room trying to get him back, and before long Ed was bargaining for his fucking life before Stede could get paint on him.

And when they’d negotiated a truce and decided to make lunch, Ed took Stede’s hand, and he squeezed it tight, and for the first time, he didn’t worry about hurting Stede when he held him.

[siancore]

A/N: Written for the @sambuckylibrary SamBucky Summer Bingo 2024 Mission Card – Square Fill: Redwing

Summary: A glimpse into Sam and Bucky's life and the role Redwing played in bringing them together.

Content Warnings: N/A

Sleeping had not always come easy for Bucky, even before everything that happened to him had happened. However, in recent times, since he and Sam had begun sleeping together, that had changed. Bucky’s nightmares were few and far between, and he was actually sleeping in.

Sam, on the other hand, had always been an early riser. As soon as they was old enough, his daddy had him, Sarah, and Gideon working down on the docks. During high school, his time spent on the football team meant early morning training sessions. He was accustomed to being up at the crack of dawn and running on very little sleep. While his nightmares had become less frequent, he still liked to get up early. Enjoyed his morning runs. Found it easy to focus when the world around him was quiet.

It had been a long time since he had shared his space with someone else. A long time since he had shared his bed with another. He had to admit it was pleasant returning from his run and finding Bucky still asleep. The other man looked so peaceful and serene in slumber. He looked younger; he looked lighter.

Sam found it relaxing to be in Bucky’s presence while he slept. He would often sit at the table in his quarters at the new Avengers Compound and tinker with Redwing while Bucky slept. It was one of the things that brought Sam immense pleasure and contentment. The soft snoring from Bucky was actually calming as Sam worked on his drone. He figured it had a lot to do with the fact that Bucky felt safe sleeping with Sam, and that Sam felt assurance that Bucky was safe.

Sam heard a particularly loud snore from Bucky before he mumbled something in his sleep that sounded a lot like Sammy. Sam smiled to himself and continued to read the diagnostics outputs from Redwing. He missed his old robot more than he would freely admit, but Redwing 2.0 was nothing short of amazing. Shuri – and Bucky – had really outdone themselves. The design was sleek and sturdy. The software was responsive to Sam’s biometrics and near impossible to hack. He would not have to worry about the likes of Walker tracking him again. The technology blew Sam’s mind.  The gesture from Bucky did as well.

See, Sam thought Bucky really hated Redwing. Complained about him non-stop whenever they went on missions together early in their working partnership. Always had some comment or another about how Sam shouldn’t solely rely on intel from the AI. How the robot was annoying. Even stooping to make a slick remark about wanting to break Redwing when one of the Flag Smashers did.

His apology about it later annoyed Sam because he thought, in that moment, that Bucky didn’t mean it; knew Bucky didn’t mean it. But then Bucky pulled a favor with the Wakandans and got Sam a new suit that came with Redwing 2.0, and Sam thought that was kind of sweet. Not the pressure about Sam picking up the shield, but the sentiment behind replacing his beloved drone.

It was the little things like that that had endeared Bucky to Sam. That had made Sam realize that his partner slash co-worker was actually thinking of him and what he needed when said co-worker did not need to be thinking of Sam at all. It may not have looked like a huge gesture to those outside of their sphere, but it meant a lot to Sam. Bucky, who did not trust Redwing or even like Redwing, had noticed that the robot was important to Sam.

Sam smiled to himself as he remembered asking Bucky about it later, in the aftermath of everything that had transpired, and the other man simply shrugged and said, “Redwing makes you happy. You deserve to be happy. I – uh, I wanted to make you happy. I want to make you happy.”

It was in that moment that the pair had shared their first kiss. Sam said Bucky should thank Redwing; Bucky, the smitten fool, happily obliged (though he would deny it if asked).

“Hey,” came Bucky’s sleepy voice, drawing Sam from his thoughts. “Good morning, Gorgeous.”

“Morning, Baby,” Sam replied with a smile, glancing over at Bucky as he stretched out and then leaned up on his elbow.

“What time is it? Whatcha doin’?”  

“Still early,” Sam answered. “And I’m just doing a diagnostics check on my baby.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and said, “I thought I was your ‘baby’.”

“A man can have more than one ‘baby’, Buck,” he replied with a laugh. “I kissed you better after our last mission, gotta do the same for Red.”

“Yeah, yeah,” said Bucky as he watched Sam work.

“Don’t be jealous of Redwing now,” Sam teased. “There’s enough of me to go around.”

“I am not jealous of that thing, Sam.”

“You didn’t like original Redwing either,” Sam reminds him.

Bucky climbed from the bed and ambled over to where Sam was sitting. He placed a kiss to the top of Sam’s head and then ran his hands up and down Sam’s arms before resting them on Sam’s shoulders. He began to massage Sam as he monitored the readings on the device hooked up to his drone.

“I didn’t trust Redwing then,” said Bucky as he rubbed Sam’s neck, kissed his head once more, and then took up a seat beside him. “Thought you were too much of a thrill-seeker and needed more than something that looked like a kid’s toy to keep you safe.”

“Aww,” said Sam as he reached over and caressed Bucky’s face. “And you wanted that to be you, uh?”

“Absolutely. I can’t be hacked like tech can. Well, not anymore,” said Bucky with a straight face.

“Lord help me you have one morbid sense of humor,” said Sam as he took Bucky’s hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed his knuckles. “Ya know, you could have just admitted you liked me instead of talkin’ shit about Red.”

“What, and miss out on all the bickering between us?” he asked with a crooked smile. “Not a chance.”

Sam threw his head back and laughed. He was so completely and utterly happy with where they were at in life; so smitten with Bucky; so thankful for it all.

He leaned in and kissed Bucky, morning breath and all, before saying, “Thank you.”

Bucky pecked at Sam’s lips twice more and asked, “For what?”

“For replacing Redwing. For being there for me. For making me happy.”

“You never have to thank me,” said Bucky as he caressed Sam’s face and pressed their brows together. “If that robot bird makes you happy, then I’m gonna make sure you have it. It’s the least I could do.”

“You make me happy,” said Sam with a smile.

Bucky kissed Sam’s forehead and said, “You make me happy, too.”

[awriterlivinginaconstantdream]

Just Let Me Hold You While You Sleep

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x daughter!OC

Just a little drabble about Johnny and his adopted daughter

If you listen to the song while reading it will an amazing experience. Trust me.

Words : 1.3k

He held her softly in his arms rocking her gently as the sound of her breathing softly filled his ears like a sweet melody. He cradled her as her mouth formed a small smile, rubbing circles on her back soothingly, looking at his daughter so lovingly. He adored the way she fit so perfectly in his arms. Her tiny body radiating trust and warmth from her slumber, she snuggled against him as her eyebrows furrowed adorably. His large arms were the perfect pillow for her head, large enough she could rest on them and soft enough to fall asleep on them, strong enough so she knew that he would not let her fall and if she did, he would catch her. 

She wasn’t his blood, but he would give her everything. She was not his blood, but he loved her as if he birthed her himself. She was not his blood, but she was a good as. All these thoughts raced through his head as he watched her sleep calmly and soothingly. He could feel her heart thumping against her chest as she held one hand on to his shirt for dear life. He had one arm cradling her and one hand holding her other free hand playing with her soft little fingers. He leaned back never letting go so her head could rest on his chest, she sighed softly, a deep breath leaving her body. He watched her sleep as the rain pattered away on the windows. The serenity of it all was just so perfect. He readjusted her body so her feet could also rest on the couch, they twitched at the movement. His little girl in his arms. So cute. So peaceful. He could not tell that this is the same little girl that annoyed him and disobeyed at all hours of the day because now she was silent and running around in dreamland. His heart could not handle the way she sometimes snorted in her sleep or even mumbled. She looked adorable, all snuggled up against him. His gentle breathing keeping hers steady. ‘I can’t believe she fell asleep on me like this,’ he thought to himself annoyed, but he would not have it any other way. He would not change a single thing about this moment. Not one thing. Nothing could take her away from him. He would do anything to protect her, even herself if necessary.

He closed his eyes and began to remember all their moments. ‘She always knew how to make me smile,’ he thought, ‘Even when I couldn’t bring a new game or album she wanted.’ ‘She also knew how to grind my gears and annoy me’ he chuckled softly. She truly was like a puppy. A puppy that would one day grow up and achieve many remarkable things. There was one memory, it shined brighter than others like a star on the darkest night. Just like she does, even now in her sleeping form.

It was a Sunday afternoon, the sun was casting a gentle golden glow on the street, the sky littered with purple and pink clouds as the day ended. The trees wafting in the warm breeze. He was on leave from base for two weeks after getting an injury to his shoulder. Just a torn muscle, nothing incredibly major. It just meant he was not able to perform his duties. He came back to his daughter waiting for him with a stupid, massive grin on her face. Her hair looked a little wild, but craziness aside she threw her small arms around him and hugged him tight. There was only a handful of times your dad was allowed home when he was working in one of the most dangerous task forces in the world. She was proud but that did not mean she did not miss him. She held on to him for as long as possible, never letting go even as he was trying to walk into the house, tiny feet scurrying along with his. He felt loved and wanted whenever he walked into his home. It was the smile that she gave him that made risking his life worth it. Just like any father, he would bring the moon to see his little girl smile. Even though, she was not his. She made every drill, every mission, every gunshot, every near-death experience worth it. Because it was worth seeing her smile and come running to him every time he got back. His injury did not change the way she saw him, it just meant that she could not climb all over him without trying to hurt him. She did go on an adventure in their house looking for his weapons that he had at home. A wonderful back and forth between doing chores and schoolwork. Running up and down, left, and right, looking for these weapons (he never kept them in the house). He did have to be harsh with her so she wouldn’t do anything that could cause her harm. “If you find anything, don’t use it unless I’m around,” he told her. “Don’t run around with it. Don’t put your finger on the trigger. Don’t try and steal it either because I will know.,” he added sternly. “Aye Aye captain.,” she joked in return, aware of her father’s dream of being a captain. He was not impressed, ‘She’s not taking me seriously, is she?’ he thought to himself. It was times like this he wanted to cherish and keep in his mind forever. Hopefully, before he dies moments like this can flash before his eyes.

Before he realised, he cries softly into her snuggled form. Tears flowing down lovingly as he held her tighter. It pained his heart to even think about her leaving. Even now, she remained asleep, never moving, and never changing. She was the key to keeping his boots on the ground, wherever he went, he knew that his daughter would be waiting for him, waiting to tell him all the amazing and wonderful things that happened at school. The wonderful memories she made with her friends, all stockpiled waiting for him. 

She tumbled out of her slumber and sleepily looked at her father as he sobbed quietly into her hair. She wrestled her arms free from being tightly secured against his body and wrapped them tightly around his chest. Hugging him back and tried to calm him down as he silently sobbed in her hair. She moved so she could wipe his eyes with the pads of the fingers. He looked up and let her continue wiping away his tears. “Don’t be sad, dad.,” she told him softly. He teared up again at these words, but she wiped them away before he could start the waterfalls again. To cheer him up, she covered his eyes with her hands and then uncovered them. Peekaboo! She did this repeatedly while he chuckled as remnants of tears fell down his cheeks. He still held her in his arms as she acted playfully. “Stop it, you’re going to kill me.” he remarked. She continued the game till she was sure he was no longer upset. “Why were you upset? Did I do something wrong?” she asked. 

“No, I just had a lot of feelings, holding you.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re too young to understand what I mean right now.”

“You can tell me.”

“I just want you to stay.” he spoke. It was only six words and to him it might as well have been a novel of emotions. “But I am right here?” she wondered; she was very confused at what he meant. Was it in the literal sense? Was it in a ‘I don’t want you to grow up’ kind of way? Or was it a ‘don’t leave before I do’ kind of way? Even in her confused state, she looked at him and smiled fondly. He could tell behind her eyes that she didn’t know what he meant and to him, maybe that was a good thing, that smile was his reason to stay, the same way when the sun shines, all the colours in the world begin to bloom.

They both just wanted to stay.

[fanartlover1234]

RUIN EACHOTHER

Over years Loaks and Y/ns friendship bloomed into something different, but neither of them were brave enough to admit it

Y/n has remembered Sully family as part of her own as they remembered her part of them, over the years of the girls parents being skilled hunters and often leaving she found herself in Neytiris soft touch as the woman braided her hair or Jakes corecting gaze when she would get in trouble with Loak.

Loak was the girls age, few months older so it was no suprise when they grew close and closer over years.

Five and six was bo worries, plays and fights over toys while the other played by water, two kids had not a worry in their mind other then who will hold the great Ikran Toruk.

Seven and eight wasnt much different on filled with lession on sky people, bow shooting and focusing on slowly and gently letting them into the life, fun and plays were still always there but less fights as now the boy would offer her the Toruk toy as while she would look for beeds to braid in his hair.

Nine and ten bit less time together but a lot more trouble for ditching the lessions where Y/n was supposed to study herbs and mixes while Loak would focus on hunting and fighting.

During the following years the teens did not change much, untill sweet 16 arrived knocking at the door.

Girl felt as her childhood best friend slowly drifted away, her trouble buddy and the one she could go to for either a laugh sesion or deep talk.

They spent less and less time together seeming as the boy would avoid her using hunt or training all alone.

Seventeen and eighteen, she almost never spoke to him unless rude remarks were made.

It pained the girl deeply when the boy would yell at her to get lost or just shove her out of the way when she tried talking to him.

To no avail she felt her her heart shatter, the love and complete crush she had on him slowly crumbling into a pile of small peaces with in few years.

Her heart screamed at her when she saw him kiss another girl in a party or flirt with some girl during day to walk away.

Everything in her head stoped when he looked at her now.

The party suddenly grew quiet as her heart echoed in her ears looking at how Neteyam had scolded his brother clearly from the looks of it.

Loak eyes looked straight into her soul while she took a mistep behind her in a way to make herself disapear.

Loak could barely hold the cuckle with in his lips when she almost fell when he made his way towards her down the stairs, he trailed her for few seconds as she walked into the forest.

Y/n walked, maybe if she walks far enough he will disapear in some way.

"I think we both know im the fastes between both of us" he said, the girl cursed at herself she knew if he wanted few steps and he have her in his arms.

"Walking deeper, wont make you lose me" he spoke again, has his voice always sounded this good.

The girl mentaly slaped herself, making a note to kill herself for that thoight.

"Has your tail gotten prettier?" He said, hoping for some answear and he smiled amused when he heard her voice.

"Fuck off Loak" sure she cursed him but she at atleast spoke to him.

And there it was, the hand on her shoulder as Loak stoped her turning her frame to face him.

"No"

"Why" she asked pushing his hands away from her.

"Because i like you, like really like you" he said to her, he held her eyecontact no matter where she turnes her head he wanted her to know he ment every word.

"You gotta weird way of showinb that"

"I know. I know, but i just thought i wasnt good enough for you so i tried pushing you away to make you hate me" he said amd with all honesty the boy could read the 'bitch you serious' writing on her face.

"And you think you had the right to decide whats good and whats bad for me, you know what, i think you should go back to your little hook up and ill go home to try and hate you" she said annoyed and party honest.

She wanted to hate him, she really did.

"Fine" he said annoyed.

"Great"

"Amazing"

"Fine"

"Okey"

"Shut up Loak" she said.

"No you shut up" she was taken a back by Loak whispering those words while he cupped her face pulling her in just a little gap between their lips "you ruin me in so many ways Y/n"

He said before his lips crashed into hers.

They grew up together.

They knew eachother secrets, dreams, wishes.

They could destroy eachother with few words and it was dangerous becauee their hearts belonged to one another and neither wanted to return what they has stolen years ago.

Sbe ruins him.

He ruins her.

They will be the downfall of eachother yet they will rise eachother up in new heights as they slowly ruin eachother.

They ruin eachother.

[kavehnanginto]

pot, meet kettle

pairings: kaveh, itto x reader

synopsis: whiny and hot men smartly decide to date the only one who can match and even beat his charisma and annoying remarks, and everyone is stuck dealing with both of your dramatic characters

tags: you are very much annoying, sweet names except for babe or baby because i hate it, fluff and cuddles, they are very sweet, fun fact the creation of this fic was made because a little birdie told me to do this i just added itto because he is my man,

Kaveh swears he is a logical man, a rational man who desires nothing more than peace and tranquility. no one really agrees with him, with all the bickering with alhaitham and squabbles with dori his reputation of being sensitive is set in stone.

But with you around it truly feels that what he said was right. Compared to Kaveh and you, Alhaitham would rather spend time in hell and dead in a casket. So whenever you were around and in his house, the scribe just seemed to disappear out of nowhere. And you were now always alone with your man.

"Why would you use that as a painting, its too abstract?" you comfortably conquered the couch while watching Kaveh hang the ugliest portrait you have ever seen since the last time he hung one. "I literally went on this five minute walk to Alhaitham's house just to see you hanging this ugly portrait rather than spending time with ME."

He gasped at such comment, he can't believe he heard such nonsense from someone as attractive and ethereal as you.

"Darling, this isn't just some painting, this cost me--"

"So? Is my worth also measured in material value? Hang that painting in the wall or you'll continue to be my lover." With the painting out of the way, you were soon delivered with happy cuddles from a beautiful portrait such as he.

"Now will I continue to be your one and only?" you pat his head, thinking about it.

"Do you really think such measly act is worth my time," he shook his head. "Now let's sleep."

He obeyed and went to sleep smoothly and always remembered to bring you to every art auction after.

Everyone had their own opinion about Itto. He was loud, obnoxious, and the reoccurring theme about his public display of affection. It was getting out of hand, even to some member of his gang (Shinobu). But to you, it was simply not enough, the mediocre singing, the wilted flowers and most recently, your very own cow.

You keep on telling him that this is not what you want and say that you will eventually return feelings once he had given you the right thing. The fact of the matter is you already fell, but he really thought a cow will make you happy. I mean it did, but let your pride take you away.

Also a goat will be nice next time, and then you saw him once more, no longer with his trusted companions, but just him.

"So pumpkin, how is your amazing self today?"

"And that is the first thing you say to me? I am here offering my time and company for you!" you huffed and he immediately apologized. "Also I'm doing great! Want to commit some crimes today?"

And just like that both of you went on a spree, you insisted he holds your hand or he never will hold your hand ever again, and also that he will bring the cow with you. It seemed that Shinobu has a lot of explaining to do, but it seems you are not in trouble.

As the day came into a close, Itto realized that commiting war crimes are even better if the person he likes is around him. But as the day comes to close, and this day of temporary joy has reached its end. The lovebirds said goodbye.

"Until we meet again, my dove." you walked away slowly, the sunset brightening you eyes.

"Farewell, my fair master." he bowed and...

You saw each other again after 45 minutes.

[elfboyeros]

Proposal

Let’s imagine I wrote a little oneshot before this where Victor saves Hyacinthe using his Necromancy and then multiple long conversations about the little demon world is entangled with. Let’s just say that it existed, it was great, and now we are here.

@jj-pines did the art because they are amazing go follow them, please.

A lavish garden at the end of a hedge maze, far far-away from all the people. All Hyacinthe could do was rethinking past events. Her mind only on Casimir, that old rat fuck. Past conversations, running away with him, finding out about his necromancy, him saving her.

She never thought she would ever think about a man, dream about a man, dress for a man. Moreover, thinking about a man like Casimir in such a fanciful way! Whatever little game he had been playing with her since they had met and whatever little spells, he was casting on her, worked.

And it’s rather annoying!

“My, my…” His voice was coming from the entrance of the garden making her turn to look at him, “You become more and more gorgeous every time I see you~”

She blushes at his compliment as he approaches her, taking a wide circle around as she stands in the middle of the garden, smirking Casimir takes in her appearance, “Red is a beautiful color on you, sea foam.”

“You look the same as you always do,” she remarks, a playful retort in an attempt to claim her nerves.

Casimir chuckled looking at all the flowers around them, “My it’s beautiful here.”

“And quiet,” Hyacinthe mentioned.

Casimir hummed one of his low hums, “What’s your favorite flower, sea nymph?”

“Chrysanthemum.”

“Of course,” he chuckles, touching the petals of a touching the petals of a mum, “I’ve always enjoyed Angel’s Trumpets.”

Hyacinthe hummed getting comfortable in the silence between them, before brushing her shoulder against his, “I wanted to thank you for the other day,” she remarks.

“There is no need to thank me,” Casimir replies.

“Not even if I give you money?”

“My beautiful sea nymph I don’t want your money.”

Hyacinthe scoffed, crossing her arms, facing him only to look at his back as he continued to stare at the flowers, “You complained about not having enough money the other for your little experimenting, and now when I am basically giving you money, you reject me?!”

“Yes, sweet girl, I am not stealing away your coin,” he answers back finally facing her, “You are repaying me by allowing me to see you in the color red.”

“Then maybe I could repay you every day?”

Hyacinthe posed only getting a confused look from the older man, “How so? We rarely so often, would you now allow me into your home?”

“Marry me, Casimir.”

For the first time since they met, he’s silent.

“It's a rather simple solution.” Hyacinthe shrugs, “Since I am a spinster—”

“My god I hate this new age, you are not a spinster—”

She shoves a finger in his face, “Since I am a spinster nor like men my age, and you like to spend your time experimenting on the dead so much that you are going into debt because of it. I believe marriage between us is a rather excellent solution.” She continues, “I would no longer have to socialize with men, and I could enjoy my hobbies in peace, and you can have a fountain of wealth to pull from to continue your necromancy.”

“You paint a rather wonderful solution like the art you create… but I’m an old man—”

“and I’m a spinster—”

“Sweet girl,” Casimir sighs taking a hold of her chin, “you are a young woman who I would ruin ~”

“Bold of you to assume I don’t want to ruin.” She slyly remarks with a smirk.

Casimir hums, letting go of her face, “You truly have your heart set on a marriage with me?”

“I believe it is a rather good plot, us being married would aid us in both of our life goals,” Hyacinthe answered, “My goal of living an unbothered life where I can paint freely—"

“And my life of necromancy,” Casimir adds with a sigh.

“It will not be terrible,” she remarks softly averting her gaze and staring at the grass being crushed beneath her heels, “You will have your space and I will have mine, there need not be love or merriment, we can just co-exist happily in the same place and the same time.”

His silence doesn’t help her anxiety, “My house is large. You wouldn’t have to call me yours, and you would be allowed to do as you please in your personal life, keep your bonds with all the other women and men you meet in similar ways like this.”

Casimir clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth as if there are any other individuals he hides in libraries with or chases through gardens. “I know it is selfish, asking you to marry me just so I am left alone in high society. I understand how privileged that sounds, “Marry me so I can be left alone,” ha! I seem rather foolish.”

He takes hold of her chin, pulling her gaze from the grass between them, looking at her with narrow eyes trying to study her gloomy gaze, “You want to spend the rest of your life bound to me? I go and galivant like I do every day while you do what? Lock yourself in your home and paint?”

She let about a light hum and nodded to the best of her ability, “You think me that horrible of a man? As if you are a woman I wish to lock away?” Casimir muses, “No, my sea nymph if I marry you, we do this right!”

Casimir smirks as she stares at him eyes wide, “If we are to marry one another you and I are stuck with one another. There is no one else! Whatever may come from our union, let be joy or merriment, hatred or resentment the one thing I would never do is have another person. I respect you too much.”

“Casimir…”

He ran his thumb across her bottom lip, “You make a marriage with you sound horrible, I refuse to believe that would be the case,” he remarks, “Rather marriage to me would be awful, I am a workaholic, rude, and old, you would tire of my within the first week of conjugal.”

“I don’t believe that's true.”

“What that I am rude and old?”

“No! That I would tire of you,” Hyacinthe replies.

Casimir hums while nodding, finally letting go of her chin, “Tomorrow,” Casimir states, “We’ll get wed tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Hyacinthe gasps.

“Yes, my sea nymph, tomorrow,” Casimir cooed before turning to leave her, “I hope you look as exquisite as you do tonight.”

“Casimir!” Hyacinthe calls after him utterly confused, “You just—”

“Seafoam,” He sighs turning back to look at her, “I think calling me Victor would be more appropriate.”

“Victor?” Hyacinthe muttered watching him leave.

Riding passager with him left her just as confused. No longer Hyacinthe Bishop, but rather Hyacinthe Dyer, married Victor Dyer, a 56-year-old ex-naval commander who enjoys performing necromancy in the shadows on an early Saturday morning. Entering her home, she could only stare at the back of his head while he looked around her foyer.

“How many people do you have on staff?” Victor asks.

“Five,” she mutters, “They don’t live here, Casimir—”

Upon saying Casimir, Victor swiftly turns around striding over to her placing a hand on the small of her back and pulling her close, “Darling~” he sighs their lips grazing each other, “my name is Victor~”

“It’s rather annoying to me, having to change what I call you,” Hyacinthe muttered against his lips.

“Then we’ll have to make sure you no longer remember that name in this house, mhm~”

[piperslovebot]

What would you name as the best and worst trait of each main T70sS and T90sS character?!

Eric

Best: He’s a very compassionate person. Doesn’t seem to just mindlessly judge (notice how he’s the only one not making fun of Caroline), very smart, resilient as hell (how he can handle being roasted as much as he was in canon, I’ll never know).

Worst: His views on gender aren’t the best, which obviously makes sense for him to develop given the way he grew up, but that’s not an excuse. Thank god he grew from that. Also, he’s way too forgiving for his own good honestly.

Donna

Best: She’s a very kind and caring person. A really good friend, especially to Jackie. And she means well. Despite what life threw at her, Donna still remained a good person. She’s also someone I can relate to a lot (feminism, fighting for what I believe in, hypocrisy on some occasions).

Worst: By season 3 and beyond, she seems to think of herself as “above” Eric and even believes herself that he’s not good enough for her. (I.e. the “hot enough to get Shelly” line, “I know you’re hot because you’re with me”, laughing when Jackie refers to Eric as her sister instead of defending him). Also her feminism is very flawed (slut shaming girls she hates (and is it a coincidence that they’re all blonde?), calling herself “Hot Donna”). Which granted, I know it’s the ‘70s and the environment she grew up in didn’t help, but that’s not an excuse.

Jackie

Best: She loves fiercely and passionately. Works very hard at school (early seasons) and a high ambition. Also she’s very resilient. The fact that even after the shit she dealt with, she still is able to believe in love and think about a future is amazing. Honestly if I were in her shoes, I could never. Also I love her ability to fix cars (early on)

Worst: She’s very mean. Like downright nasty. Shaming Donna’s height, hands, hair, her relationship with Eric. Insulting the kind of man Eric is. And just is very xenophobic and honestly I’d even go as far as to say racist.

Hyde

Best: He truly is a good guy. Cares a lot about the people he loves. Shows appreciation to RK constantly. Great sense of humor, resilient, etc.

Worst: He can be a dick at times, to Jackie, to Eric. Also he deals with his fears and abandonment issues so terribly, to the point of pushing them on Jackie (making her agree not to talk about their future, cheating on her with a nurse instead of actually talking to her, etc.) Also basically punishing Jackie for not forgiving him. And the way he talks about Eric and Donna’s relationship at times annoys the hell out of me and honestly? Hard for me to hate Eric and Donna for being mean about JH for two episodes, which Jackie and Hyde make snide remarks about ED for seasons.

Kelso

Best: He truly is a good guy. Despite his issues, he does seem to care for his loved ones and it’s shown multiple times (apologizing to Jackie for cheating, being there for Fez after Nina’s parents were racist to him, getting Jackie and Hyde back together, being there for Brooke and Betsy, and proving to Angie that he wants to commit to her). He’s also very funny as well. And while I hate AK, he plays Kelso truly well.

Worst: He’s a serial cheater, a complete hypocrite (getting mad at Jackie for kissing Todd and dating Hyde even though he slept with several girls while still dating her), an asshole, doesn’t seem to think before he acts, sexually harasses Donna (groping her butt and boobs without her consent).

Fez

Best: He’s a very sweet guy in the early seasons, curious about life and trying to learn about American culture, makes great jokes, very respectful towards women (early on for the most part), and tells it like it is.

Worst: He becomes a huge pervert in the later seasons (taking a pic under Donna’s skirt, watching his friends having sex without their knowledge) and is a huge hypocrite (making fun of Eric and implying he’s not “good enough” for Donna, while also groping Rhonda).

Gwen

Best: She’s brave, isn’t afraid to fight for what she believes in, is deeply loyal, a feminist, loves deeply, adventurous, and a great leader.

Worst: She can be very stubborn (i.e. Dirty Double Booker) and doesn’t always deal with her emotions the best. Also that ooc-ness from her near the end of Kids In America.

Nikki

Best: She’s smart and ambitious. Believes in love and prioritizes her relationship but not at the expense of her future. Very brutally honest and super sweet.

Worst: Her controlling behavior towards Nate in The Rave is a lot like how Jackie behaved towards Kelso in T7S. But aside from that, I can’t really think of much.

Jay

Best: He has a good heart and is shown to be a very kind and respectful person. Always owned up to his mistakes and apologized. Not perfect but he is a good guy and tries to be better.

Worst: Obviously there was the “confession” at the rave, but I don’t hold that against him since he apologized and actually made up for that by being honest. I could maybe say his fears near the end of DDB, but I feel like it’s normal and human for him to feel that way.

Leia

Best: She’s a very kind hearted person, who loves her friends a lot. I can really relate to her in Free Leia where she just wants the gang to like her. She’s smart, funny, and is just unapologetically her.

Worst: She seems to give into peer pressure often, but I can relate to that lol. Plus she’s 14-15. Also there was that whole “playing the player” bs storyline. Then her literally trying to change herself for a boy. Also her basically being Nate’s side chick while he was dating Nikki. And I’ve talked about my current feelings on that scene, so I’m not gonna go on any further.

Nate

Best: He’s funny, sweet, and a genuine well meaning guy. A (mostly) loyal friend and a great brother. Also I love Max so there’s that haha.

Worst: Him not being honest with Nikki about his feelings and talking to Leia, calling Nikki practical behind her back for being realistic (he may not have said the word but that’s only because he didn’t know it existed until Leia told him), ditching Nikki at the last minute for a used hot tub.

Ozzie

Best: He can be funny sometimes, and I love his plot in Step By Step, and just in general when we see the heart of him. Also Reyn Doi plays him very well imo.

Worst: He’s very…mean to his friends and just everyone. Also while I’m glad that the writers seem to be planning on actually giving him depth, so far in canon canon, he’s just an asshole. Especially to Leia.

[justmybookthots]

Forget Me Not

3.85/5 stars

But, honey! you may say. I thought you hated Love Hypothesis! And just Reylo fic in general, since Adam Driver deeply repulses you? So why are you reading this book?

Well. Yes. But also, well… Have you considered… 

Okay, okay—bad jokes aside, this book, despite being former Reylo, was actually pretty good. Any contemporary romance that can keep me hooked is something I consider an anomaly, because I am under a curse where I have difficulty finding contemporaries engaging enough. I’ve gone through a bunch, from Abby Jimenez to Tessa Bailey, and… I actually want to say I was just bored with them, but Tessa’s male leads actively annoy the shit out of me, so. 

All right, I think I’ve digressed a bit. To start: Forget Me Not is definitely more enjoyable to me than Love Hypothesis—which… doesn’t say much, when the bar for that one is underground—but I still vastly prefer Love Theoretically to this book (yes, Ali Hazelwood, of all people, started and also broke me out of my year-long contemporary romance slump). I finished Forget Me Not yesterday in two sittings between chatting with a friend and watching TV. Overall, I found it a very nice read, but I do have certain gripes with it.

Pros:

I think it being a second-chance romance kept the tension high, and me engaged. The air is constantly charged between the leads during the present timeline. (There are two parallel timelines going on. One in the present, one in the past.)

I liked her peanut allergy. As in, I don’t like the allergy, but I like how it was used in the story. Her first kiss with Elliot resulting in a visit to the hospital was hilarious. And also him saving her life before she ate a peanut butter bar (in the present) was sweet.

Her fracturing her leg and Elliot stepping in to take over her wedding planner duties was very, very nice (as in, not the leg fracture. What was nice was that he helped her).

I found the whole car thing very funny (IYKYK)

I liked that it was the FMC that had the commitment issues at first, not the MMC. But this brings me to my cons…

Cons:

I find it unconvincing how she changed her mind in the end. Was it because Elliot helped her with the wedding planning? But how… exactly does that translate to her being sure their relationship wouldn’t end, which was her biggest fear? Because he's, um, reliable during a work emergency?

Elliot, you are wayyyyyyyyy too passive. Even in the past, Ama was doing the work, and making all the moves. You want her to change her mind about being willing to commit, but you haven’t… really done anything to change her mind other than just go along with the flow. I can’t think of more than one time he challenged the status quo or initiated much with her besides that day they broke up. 

I did NOT like Hazel or Jackie. From the start, I was already unimpressed by them. I found them to be a pair of very, very privileged people. And what Hazel did in the end was not cool

Anyways, that’s about it. I struggled for a long while whether to rate this four stars, but I decided the cons were too heavy for me to do that. Elliot’s passiveness was my biggest issue, and though there are less cons than pros, that single con outweighed several of the latter. So a high three stars will do.

But hey, for a former fanfic, this is quite remarkable (Tbf, I also haven't really read fanfics in ages). And also. This was once Reylo fic. 

BE AMAZED I GAVE STARS AT ALL

- 9 Aug 2023

[prideofcelestia]

Hello! I saw the 1k follower event thingy, and I was hoping it wasn't too late to participate? (Item i.)

My name is Alchemi, I'm an esfp, and also a scorpio!

I'm a very cheerful person, I can pretty much lift the moods of anyone! I also talk a lot whenever I get the chance,, sometimes I talk too much to the point of overwhelming someone.. I always feel guilty whenever that happens. Oh! And even though I talk a lot, I'm always attentive whenever someone talks about something, and I'm pretty active in the conversation! I can get pretty annoying- I always back off whenever I see that I'm annoying someone or anything! I'm very honest, I barely keep anything from anyone, I'm an open book! Though I have a bad habit of hiding my feelings, talking to someone about it feels uncomfortable..

I jokingly insult ppl and play fight with someone at times, I love forming those frenemy type of bonds! I can be sort of a people pleaser, sometimes I get too into the people pleasing role.. I'm kind of too much of a people pleaser that I'd (literally) let people step on me for their entertainment.

I can be pretty charming, though it's usually just whenever I want something. I have a childlike personality, and still keep some plushies from my childhood (i own a plushie collection tbh- I always shop for more cute plushies!) I love, love, looove cute stuff! Cute clothes, accessories, etc.. I can't get enough!

I can act pretty immature and a little too childish, but I can act more mature when someone wants me to!

Here are some hobbies I have:

Gaming (though I don't exactly play games all that much anymore)

writing,

reading,

learning more about different stuff,

listening to music,

shopping,

hanging out with friends,

etc!

More about me! :

I'm interested in astronomy, astrology, witchcraft, tarot, that stuff!

Even if I do like to play video games, I prefer to go outside!

I have multiple styles! such as; agejo gyaru, hime gyaru, rokku gyaru, sweet lolita, vintage lolita, gothic lolita, etc!

i send my lover/friends songs that remind me of them, our relationship, or just songs that I think they'd like!

I usually listen to; kpop, jpop, jrock, metal, that sort of stuff! Also I love wonder girls and yousei teikoku sm they're all my fave (and gidle)

I'm also a female pansexual who uses any pronouns, though I am much more comfortable with he/him or they/them pronouns!

I don't wanna bore you any longer sooo.. Thank you lots for reading this! *blows platonic kiss* mwah mwah (^_^♪)

you sound lovely. love your energy <3 hope this is fine~

*drumroll* i match you with

mammon

keep talking. mammon thinks he is in love and can't get enough of your voice. you are so gorgeous, so amazing. what did be ever do to be in your presence? you don't overwhelm him at all! in fact, you may be one of the few people who likes to stay in his company and just chatter without being mean to him all the time. he enjoys the part where you can open your heart up to him.

this demon seriously needs someone who can cheer him up. you paying attention to him means the world. he can speak a lot about himself, just as an outlet to seek validation and knowing that someone doesn't shut him up completely makes his heart flutter like gold never can.

your honesty feels like fresh wind albeit making him a little uncomfortable. he is so accustomed to unsolicited insults and his brothers hiding their real feelings that getting genuine remarks from you throws him off. once he gets used to it, he enjoys it, looking forward to your time together. if you can't always be honest about your feelings, he understands and does not probe you further.

tell him that you don't want to annoy others and he gets protective of you, asking who would ever think that. the anger in his eyes is so genuine that it takes your breath away. once you clarify that it's just your feelings, he assures you and wraps his arm around your shoulder, telling you that he won't let you leave. no excuses!

you two have gaming sessions together and he vows to defeat you every time. he likes to hear you ramble about all the stuff you read about and tries to remember them. lucifer believes that his memory has improved by being with you. if only he put so much effort in his exams...

no no no no no you are not getting stepped on in his presence. let anybody talk you down and he will show them that his title is not for show.

mammon loves to buy you cute clothes and items. seeing you get excited over them, seeing the smile and wonder in your eyes makes the fear of moneylenders worth it.

if you send him songs that remind you of him, he will be on cloud nine. you thought about him while listening to music? why, he has an entire playlist dedicated to you.