#this feels so short

[twstgarden]

❀ ❝ 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 ❞

━ lilia vanrouge x fem! reader (reader can either be yuu or an oc/twstsona) ━ what could be sweeter than leaving lipstick marks all over your dearest? (f/n means first name)

requested by: @sugarkitty839 request type: headcanons requester's message: HELLOO!! Can I request a fluff headcanon abt reader (girl) giving Lilia a bunch of kisses with lipstick florist's note: thank you for the request, little one.

do not steal or translate without my permission.

✦ you found yourself standing before the vanity mirror, looking at your reflection as you applied a certain shade on your lips to enhance your look. there was no special occasion whatsoever, you only wanted to wear lipstick for the day to feel pretty.

✦ you were alone in the room until lilia popped out of nowhere right behind you, making you flinch in surprise and almost smudging your lipstick. you sighed and placed your lipstick down as you turned around, "you scared me."

✦ lilia gave you a cheeky smile and cupped your cheeks with his hands gently, chuckling as he spoke, "apologies, my dear~" he then noticed the colour of your lips as he hummed, "ooh~ wearing lipstick? you look pretty."

✦ you smiled at his compliment and chuckled, pulling his hands away from your cheeks and cupping his face instead.

✦ unexpectedly for the older fae, you started planting your lips all over his face, leaving lipstick marks on his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, his lips, his chin, his eyelids, and his jawline. soft giggles and laughs left lilia's lips as you showered him with affection, his arms wrapped around you as he pulled you closer to him while you kissed him everywhere.

✦ "someone's being affectionate~" cooed lilia as you continued to cup his cheeks and placed kisses on his lips several times, staining them with your lipstick darker than the other areas you'd kissed.

✦ lilia would enjoy these a lot, especially once you've left lipstick stains on the places you've kissed. he finds it adorable that his beloved is affectionate and isn't afraid to let him show off to others ━ though others may find it silly or poignant out of sheer jealousy, it also serves as a reminder to everyone and himself that he is in a loving relationship with you.

✦ seeing as he enjoys this a lot, he would buy you new lipsticks once in a while and hand them to you with a cute smile, hoping you'd shower him with the same affection again.

✦ he may claim that he has no favourite spot for you to kiss and he loves it all, but he especially enjoys when you kiss and leave lipstick stains on his lips and forehead ━ a kiss on the lips indicates your attraction to him and a kiss on the forehead indicates your emotional closeness with him.

✦ he totally shows up in the lounge for the three boys to see and he says things like, "your mother figure left these on me.~"

✦ after showering him with kisses, he would always pull you into a hug and perhaps shower you back with kisses. otherwise, he would have his arm around your waist at all times and smile like a lovestruck man the whole day.

✦ there would be times when he returns the favour to you, wearing a nice shade of lipstick and smooching you all over to leave lipstick stains everywhere. his favourite spot would be your forehead and your neck.

✦ after doing these types of kisses frequently, it would be counted as a "tradition" for you to kiss him like this every now and then, to show how much you love and care about him and will continue to do so in the upcoming years.

© twstgarden 2023 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.

[kingturtlemusings]

Tremor - Prologue

The darkened room hardly appealed to his tastes. The only reason he hadn’t had more lights installed in the room was because it made the holographic figures harder to see. Personally, he would’ve preferred to conduct these meetings in person, but with how vast the galaxy was and how dangerous it was to be seen together, he supposed this was for the best.

Still, he had to squint a bit to see the expressions on his officers, even when he stood right in front of their holographic form. Most would say that it was the early onset of old age, but he begged to differ. It had to be the brightness, not his eyes.

“We all saw the report on the Ven Rial situation, but what actually happened?” An older ciani man grumbled, resting his cheek against his fist. The Surveyor, he had taken as his title, was one of his most senior officers.

“Guardian didn’t accomplish his mission, simple as that.” A young sylian male responded, his hologram sitting sideways in his chair, legs crossed over the armrest. To the man, he seemed almost permenately disinterested, unless the subject was on technology.

“That’s not an answer, Nelisk.” A cooing voice came from a pretty female garn hologram, her long, cream colored fur styled with beads and braids.

The sylian snarled lightly. “It’s Architect, Phantom. Don’t forget without my aid, you wouldn’t be able to do any of your work.”

She grinned in such a way that hinted at anger, exposing pointed fangs. “And I’ve told you to call me I’nera, darling. Besides, this comm is secure, we don’t need to use our code names here, of all places.”

The Architect righted himself in his chair, gripping the armrests tightly and opening his mouth to speak when the Surveyor interrupted. “This is petty and a waste of time. What became of the Guardian?”

“He was killed while battling an Allied Agent, Surveyor.” Architect growled, leaning back in his chair. “I told him not to lead the mission himself, but he was always prideful.”

“Who is this Agent? Not many can kill an Officer. Perhaps we should look into recruitment.” Surveyor looked to another one of the holograms, who had been silent up until now.

“Yes, what does the mighty Composer think?” I’nera cooed, tapping her claws against her armrest. The man faintly grimaced at the sound warping over the hologram, becoming more high pitched.

A human male hologram tilted his head slightly, thinking. “I’ve had my eye on her for a while, but last I heard, Agent Clarkson was not the one to deliver the killing blow, am I right, Architect?”

Architect shook his head, glancing to the side, probably to a screen that was unseen. “No, that fell to Lieutenant Commander Farix Niala. Clarkson was injured in the battle.”

The Surveyor rolled his eyes, resting his jaw against his knuckles. “Against a warrior such as the Guardian, it’s a miracle she’s still alive.”

“But she is still alive.” I’nera murmured, tilting her head as her tail flicked thoughtfully. “I could take care of that for us. Retribution for our fallen officer.”

“Retribution? You just want an excuse to bloody your paws, Phantom.” The Architect sneered. The man sighed, reflecting on how much the two reminded him of bickering children.

A light cough brought eyes to the holographic image of the Composer. “... Perhaps instead of thinking of murder, we should look into choosing a new officer. Guardian’s job was quite pivotal, after all. We need someone to organize the training of our troops.”

“Isn’t that your job, Composer?” Architect sighed. “Finding personnel?”

Composer laughed, a strange, lilting sound. “Oh, no, no, no. I’ve had no part in choosing the Star’s Edge Officers, Architect. That’s all his doing. Isn’t it, sir?”

The holograms fell silent. The man stretched a little, yawning. “Computer, hologram capture on.” He hummed, clasping his hands behind his back. The gathered officers glanced toward him, as though seeing him for the first time since the conversation began.

“Yes, it is my doing.” He smiled. “I rather like choosing my comrades myself, hm? Granted, Composer, you do a wonderful job of finding key personnel that keep us afloat. But the Star’s Edge is a bit of a- oh, personal project for me. You four are cornerstones, as was Ren Kexen before his death. We, friends, are the foundation upon which our cause is built.”

“Kexen’s death pains me. He was a friend, and a worthy officer. He will be missed, and he will be honored as we move forward. His sacrifice was absolute, leaving behind a wife and two sons, but we still live. Our cause still lives. We must focus on that.”

Kexen was important to their cause, but truth be told, he had suspected that his officer was growing distracted as of late. Clarkson had grown beyond the limitations he’d set for her, becoming perhaps a better agent than he could have ever taught her to be. It was interesting, he reflected, how jealous Kexen seemed to be of his late apprentice. Why couldn’t he have been proud?

He supposed it could be something as simple as a cultural difference, but perhaps Kexen was not the person he’d thought him to be.

The Composer smiled, drawing his attention back to the situation at hand. “Have you already picked out a new officer, then?”

He nodded, looking up briefly. “Computer, send comm invite to the Conqueror, if you please.”

[zaynmhbu-blog]

first date || zayn + ella

It occurred to Zayn after Christmas had passed that he had yet to take Ella on a real date. Really he thought that their dates had been more than enough and definitely qualified as real, but he hadn’t really taken her out in public. They’d been together for about nine months - though not officially but god it felt like it’d been so much longer because he really couldn’t remember what it was like to be without her - and Zayn had yet to take Ella out. He felt really bad. Of course they’d gone in public together, they’d gotten food during the bet too, but they hadn’t gone on a real date date ever. He knew that they’d not really gone out much because Ella preferred being home, but he didn’t think it’d be bad to take her out. He was sort of hoping she’d actually enjoy going out on a proper date, but he was freakishly worried she’d end up hating the whole thing. He didn’t think she would - if anything she’d pretend to love it just because it was him - but he was worried all the same. He was pretty good with romance, or so he thought. It seemed that in the past nine months he’d been able to woo Ella pretty well, and if he’d done this well so far he didn’t think something he could do now would ruin anything. Maybe he’d do something that would be pretty lame, but even then it wouldn’t ruin their relationship. They were too far and deep into their relationship. He didn’t think one bad date would ruin everything. But anyways, he was pretty good with romance, he thought, so he doubted that this would actually go bad. Granted he wasn’t exactly doing something that was over the top in the romance department, but he figured what he planned was was good enough and would make Ella happy. At least, that was what he was hoping for. If it didn’t he’d make it up to her tonight. He was always able to do that.

Earlier that day he had asked Ella if she would be willing to go to her and Miranda’s old house, and upon agreeing, he started to set everything in motion. He wanted this to be an old fashioned and classic sort of date. He didn’t really think he was very old fashioned or class in general, but he didn’t think there was anything wrong with being a little old school every so often. He wanted to go pick her up and then take her home for the night like he would have if they had both been in school. Hell, he even wanted to ask her dad before he proposed when that day came. He had his moment, but really he just wanted to kiss her goodnight and walk away from her house like he would have with her when they’d first started going out. It was seven thirty already, and he’d promised to pick her up at eight. He was already dressed though, a nice red sweater and dark jeans to go with it. His hair wasn’t jelled or anything, just sort of going in whatever way it wanted. He’d splashed on some cologne and was already on his way out the door. He grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone and went to his car. He wasn’t in a rush, exactly, but he didn’t want to be late and he was surprisingly nervous. It was strange how he felt so nervous going on a date with his girlfriend who he loved who loved him, but he couldn’t help but feel just a bit of nerves creeping up on him. The drive to her house wasn’t that far, it was only about fifteen minutes, so when he did arrive it was just a little bit early. For a moment he had to debate whether or not he’d actually go to her door or if he’d hang out in the car a little while longer, but he figured that if she knew he was here and wasn’t coming she might think that was weird. He got out of the car and went to her front door, knocking quietly and then leaning back to wait for her to answer. The dark haired boy bit his bottom lip and hummed quietly to himself, trying to occupy the small silence before she actually opened the door. 

[kathniel-drabbles]

First BBM!

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Right before the fan said that she was recording, I sent a BBM to DJ. I wanted to tell him what I should've told him the minute this happened...

*earlier in the day*

While Kath was in the process of getting ready for their meet up with some of their fans, Daniel poked his head in Kath's dressing room.

"Kath, call me when you're done, I have stuff to tell you." DJ said.

"Oh okay." Kath said not really seeing that Daniel was so nervous at what he was planning to do.

"DJ! I'm done!" Kath said a few minutes later. Wait, a few minutes? It felt like a few lifetimes.

"Uhm... so here's the thing, Kath...." DJ muttered.

"Uh, what?" Kath asked

"You know all those things that I keep saying during interviews? That I have a massive crush on you? Well, it's true." Daniel paused. Kath just looked at him in awe and urged him to continue. "I never thought I would. You seemed like the opposite of what I found in girls but you proved that wrong. You are so much more than what you make seem. You have the looks, the talent and of course, you have the heart and now it seems like you hold mine too. I... I like you, Kath. I really do. I don't expect for you to like me back... I just wanted to tell you this."

"Uhm...." Kath said reluctantly. "I honestly have no idea what to say."

"Can we just leave it at that for now? No other strings attached?" DJ asked.

"Sounds good to me."

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In the middle of the video recording, Daniel paused looked down at his phone and saw his first BBM. It was from Kathryn and it said "I like you too, Batman." "Guys, may nag BBM sa akin. Sorry." DJ apologized with a smile. Beside him, Kath saw her message to Daniel flash on his new phone and squeezed his thigh under the table. Of course, they didn't want to show that they were both feeling giddy inside so Kath just said "Happy first BBM to you!"

Despite that happening, they had to thank their fans first and tell them how grateful they are, not just for the phones but for the support and whatnot. And right when the fan said, "Okay we're done." They had to leave and go their way.

*while riding in DJ's car*

"Kath... Do you mean it?" Daniel asked curiously.

"Of course. Why would I say something like that and not feel it?" Kath said.

"Whoah."

"Why?" Kath asked.

"Because I never expected you to like me back. I've never tried liking a girl and then them not liking me back but I had a feeling that girl was going to be you. You act like we're just friends. I just thought that you were dense and that you thought that all I was saying was just a joke." DJ said.

"I used to think that it was all nothing, it was all for showbiz but then I started to actually like you and I wanted to force myself not to because you're this bad boy and you've got all these girls chasing after you. While I'm just your "loveteam"."Kath replied.

"But you've never been just my loveteam, Kath. You were a stranger, then a friend, then a bestfriend, a crush and now, I believe you're someone more than all of those." DJ said.

"So this means?" Kath asked DJ.

"I don't know yet but all I know is that I like you and you just told me that you liked me back and I can not be happier." DJ said with a grin he just couldn't hide.

"Agreed, DJ." Kath replied with a smile.

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Based on: "Happy first BBM to you!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sGK_Fe96X10&blend=5&lr=1&ob=0