#which automatically makes me think about him getting them back and being all playful and silly. which automatically makes me think about-

[kanene-yaaay]

hello hello! teeheeeee i am humbly requesting a snippet 🌹 im totally not foaming at the mouth you can totally trust me to be normal about this

- @squeaky-n-blushy

May I offer you some giggly smol Lan Juniors in these trying times?

[~*~]

“How can I even distract Xichen-ge?”

Lan Jingyi opened his mouth, but the voice that answered his friend wasn’t his. “I think I might have an idea.”

The kids squealed and jumped in surprise, Xiao A-Yi turned to look at him with wide eyes and A-Yuan pressed his hands on his mouth, as if to take back the loud noise. Before he could get that guilty expression in his face, Lan Xichen scooped him in one of his arms and started his most successful distracting technique. An even louder squeal was pried from his nephew. 

“Gege! Xichen-ge!” A-Yuan squirmed in his hold, kicking and trying to push his hand away as it began to squeeze his side non stop, playful, restless fingers spidering and pinching every inch of ticklish skin the ticklish spot. His high squeaky laughter began traveling across the air and the younger one wiggled and wiggled until he could turn around and shove his face in his shoulder, melting completely on him as his entire body shook with his giggles and crackles.

“Yes?” Lan Xichen nuzzled the top of his head, happily. He would have to move him soon, both to be sure that Xiao A-Yuan was breathing properly and to see that delightful smile in his expression. “No need to get shy, little bunny, I think you’re doing a wonderful job at distracting me. I even forgot what I even came here to do.”

[sendpseuds]

Voter registration AU sounds so goooood already! Please more if you have more ideas!

"Mr. Skywalker."

Anakin recognizes the voice immediately, a wild chill running down his spine before he can turn to face the man who has been running through his mind for weeks.

"I'm glad to see you've chosen to do your civic duty after all."

He wasn't going to.

He never has before.

Hell, until last month, Anakin hadn't even been registered to vote.

Not until he met Obi-Wan.

Usually, he has no problem speed-walking past those annoying mall canvassers —putting his hood up and his head down, pretending he can't hear the pleas for "just a moment of your time," not caring if they want to talk about the rainforest or his electric bill — but when a smooth voice had broken through the haze of his thoughts, Anakin found himself staring into the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen.

The same eyes looking at him now.

Eyes Anakin had been too caught up in to lie when the man asked if he was registered to vote in a low and lilting voice that had his mind blank of any reasonable excuse. He'd barely been able to pay attention as Obi-Wan walked him through the shockingly simple process, nodding along with words he wasn't listening to and answering the questions as if the responses were automatic, agreeing readily when the man offered to make him a voting plan.

At no point during this process did Anakin actually intend to go through with said plan.

That was until—

"Yeah, well, I kinda know one of the volunteers," Anakin says with a tilted smile, trying to swallow the blush he can feel beginning to heat his cheeks, determined not to trip over himself the way he had all those weeks ago when Obi-Wan casually commented on the coincidence of being assigned to Anakin's district and suddenly voting had become his top priority, "I didn't want to disappoint him."

The words come out confident and cool even as his heart skips at the way Obi-Wan smiles and suddenly Anakin thinks maybe he hadn't been halucinating the heated energy between them.

"Well," Obi-Wan hums teasingly, those stunning eyes shifting from sky blue to silver to sage and back again as he flashes a playful grin, "you haven't actually voted yet."

In the weeks since he met Obi-Wan, Anakin has been fantasizing about this moment— what he'd do, what he'd say, how he'd convince the man to fuck him in a voting booth [which now that he sees that a "booth" is little more than a plastic divider on a table, he's realizing isn't exactly an option.]

Even in the most subdued scenarios where he stutters his way through asking the man for his number, one thing is clear—

He won't get another chance.

Might as well go for it.

"Is that what you want me to do?"

Obi-Wan blinks.

"Is that what I—" he repeats the words slowly, his eyebrows shooting up when he registers the flirtation beneath the words, "Anakin—"

"You want me to do my civic duty?"

He's pushing it and he knows it — ducking his head, batting his lashes, sucking his lip — but he'd rather get rejected like this than walk out of here and wonder.

"I—" Obi-Wan stutters, his eyes tracking over the younger man's features before finally dropping to his mouth and Anakin can't help but sink his teeth into the flesh of his lower lip, trying not to smile the moment he sees the reservation drain from those bright beautiful eyes, "Yes. I do."

Victory.

"I may need a little— guidance," Anakin teases, stepping closer, his voice low like a secret, "This is my first time you know."

It doesn't take long to get checked in and into a "booth" with his ballot and a blue bic pen and though his entire body is begging for whatever comes next, there is a strange moment of clarity as he stares down at the paper before him.

It feels— important.

When he feeds his completed ballot into the machine and turns to find Obi-Wan wearing a smug smile, Anakin thinks the only thing better than feeling pride in himself is seeing it in those incredible eyes.

"So—" Anakin hums as he approaches the man, ducking his head and looking up through his lashes, "Do I get a reward?"

Obi-Wan hums consideringly, his initial shock long since past, that cool control back in place even as he lets his gaze linger on Anakin's lips far longer than anyone would consider decent.

"Of course you do, darling."

It takes every last ounce of control in Anakin's body not to simply fall to his knees right there in the middle of a church's rec room.

Then the bastard holds up an I VOTED sticker with a shit-eating grin and a wink and he thinks he might just explode.

"A sticker?" Anakin grunts through gritted teeth, his voice both desperate and disappointed despite his best efforts but when a large hand lands on his shoulder, warm and heavy, a knot in his chest eases.

"I want you to wear it."

It's like being struck by lightning—

The way Obi-Wan's steady words skitter down his spine.

He can't get that stupid fucking sticker on fast enough.

It's only then, as he's about to crumple up the flimsy strip of backing film that he sees it—

Ten numbers.

Neat handwriting.

Blue ink.

And when that voice rumbles low in his ear, Anakin can honestly say, he's never been more excited for an election night in his life.

"The polls close at eight."

[objectautism]

i think about this so often because people don't utilize this fact in their depictions of nickel and balloon. i think they're way more complicated than what people give them credit for and it irks me to see that nickel's dependency on balloon is so so under-utilized. nickel is so unknowingly and not willing to admit he is needy for balloon, it's kinda funny in a way.

like let me just say that familiarity is the crux of their relationship and why they were able to make up in canon and there's multiple factors leading towards their make up. firstly, nickel and balloon being on the same team in s3 automatically forces them in proximity, but even nickel's disdain for balloon in the beginning of s3 feels a bit much even for him. i know for sure nickel must've seen balloon's change at the hotel with how the hotel guests have treated him. but it's quickly shown that nickel and balloon share a similarity in goals and in that they both (had) put up a front of sorts; balloon's bossiness and attempted manipulation, nickel's sarcasm and general jerky nature that subsides with ppl really close to him (baseball especially)

this shared similarity only brings them closer together and they click in multiple ways which is way their banter flows the way it does throughout s3 and the brief bit in the finale. but they don't immediately get to this playful teasing bc nickel hones a part of mephone's personality in that they're both people who are rude, sarcastic, would want to forget about past troubles and have a hard time admitting that they're in the wrong. which is why balloon and nickel seem to go back and forth in s3 for a bit.

nickel seeks familiarity because all he really had was baseball back in s1 and s2, he doesn't interact much with the other grand slams and doesn't even really interact with any bright light either. baseball and suitcase were his closest friends and even those were strained relationships. despite nickel's intense disliking for balloon in s2, ultimately he couldn't help but gravitate towards him because balloon was part of the grand slams, everyone else who was a returning player that season was a bright light or not part of s2. nickel absolutely needs balloon to secure his sense of familiarity, to stifle the guilt about how he was a bad friend to suitcase, and deep down wanting to move past the tensity of the previous season.

balloon needs nickel also in a vague sense of familiarity, once again seeking out approval for outside confirmation that he did indeed go through his own personal growth, and ultimately wanting betterment of past troubling relationships. but the level of nickel's need outweighs balloon's need because balloon is more capable of reaching out towards new relationships like in s2 and s3, and nickel seeks familiarity moreso, so it's extremely difficult for him to venture out for new relationships. nickel and bot do get along well, but nickel probably sees himself closer to balloon because of the winding bumps of their conflicting relationship and once again it's about the closure familiarity brings.

im not sorry for this long ramble, i will be autisitic about this coin time and time again.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Curtis And Honey Autumn This Or That 🍂

Week Four: Apple Picking or Carving Pumpkins

Summary- Short Drabble. Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. You have the picnic table all set up for a fun little competition between you and Curtis.

Warnings- mentions of IT.

This is an 18+ Only Blog

A/N- Thank you everyone for reading, commenting, and sharing! I loved this one, it was such a cute moment for them and I hope you all enjoy it as well. Please remember to vote on Friday for next week's choice. Happy Reading!

Curtis and Honey's This or That Masterlist

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

You had the perfect afternoon. The chill was in the air but it wasn’t freezing cold, the sun was bright in a blue sky that lit up the whole backyard for this moment, and you had Curtis, assessing his pumpkin with a smirk of excitement that showed he was up for the challenge. “Oh Honey, you know that carving pumpkins is my specialty.” His brow arched, head tilting as if asking you if you were ready.

You narrowed your eyes, smirking right back at him as you picked up your weapon of choice, a large orange pumpkin scooper ready to tackle that pumpkins innards. “Then you shouldn’t be worried about little old me kicking your ass at pumpkin carving. You win, you get bragging rights to being the Halloween Pumpkin King and choice of scary movie tonight.” 

He grabbed for his own pumpkin scooper, ready to start cleaning his own massive pumpkin out. “I do like it when you call me King, Pretty Girl. Alright if you win you get the obvious Pumpkin Queen and any fall themed movie you want.” 

“Hocus Pocus.” You automatically said, as if he hadn’t already watched that with you just last week when you were scrolling disney plus on the bedroom television.

“You and Binx are obsessed.” He teased as he rolled up his sleeves and flipped his baseball cap around to get serious about what was about to happen. 

“We did name him Binx for a reason Curtis.” Your tone raised slightly, aiming it towards the kitchen window nearby the picnic table, the window open to have your echo dot sitting in it. “Alexa, play Honey’s Badass Halloween playlist.” You listened and when the beginning of Ghostbusters started playing, you and Curtis sprung into action and started scooping out innards as fast as possible. 

“We keeping these seeds?” Curtis asked as he twisted his pumpkin around to scrape the sides, while you ditched your scooping spoon to start using both hands, pulling out the orange strands of pumpkin guts, the slippery seeds scattering across the picnic table that was now a carving station. 

“Later I will roast them for us. Right now Everett you just focus on carving.” 

You glanced up to catch sight of him mimicking looking at you, your eyes meeting his playful blue eyes lighting up at you, a quick second passing between the two of you before both dropped to focus on the pumpkins again. “I already got mine planned out Y/L/N.” He grabbed at a sharpie, making sure to turn away from you to sketch out his outline. 

“Yeah, yeah, you think you got this already don't you. Fooled you, I have been practicing.” You retorted, grabbing at the other sharpie and starting your own sketch. Curtis paused, his knife half into the first cut, his assured grin turning into a questioning scowl. 

“Time out, you already were practicing without me knowing? Isn't that breaking some kind of rule?!” 

“Hell no, we never stated what the conditions of the challenge were. Snooze, you lose Curtis.” Confidently you stabbed into your pumpkin, rushedly carving out the first piece like you were in a race against time. Curtis went back to carving, muttering to himself. 

“Snooze you lose Curtis, just wait till next year Honey. Imma cover our porch in them just to practice.” You giggled hearing him, chucking the first cut out towards him which he ducked all while still carving his own, the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth and his brows furrowed while he put all his concentration into what he was doing. As soon as he popped out the first chunk, he reached over and slipped the obstructive piece into your pumpkin, making you lose precious seconds carving having to get it out. You cried out a protesting sound that he was hindering your progress which was playing dirty. 

“Now Pretty Girl, we never said we couldn’t mess with each other’s progress, remember?” He teased while grabbing another tool to start scrapping against the pumpkin flesh, purposely not cutting the next part out. 

“How bad do you want those roasted seeds?” You sliced into another piece of your pumpkin. 

“Whoa whoa whoa, you’re not holding future snacks out on us are you?” Another part down for Curtis as he went for his knife again, turning once more to make sure his pumpkin stayed out of your sight. “Cause that’s just mean.” 

“I’m tempted too.” You hurriedly sliced out the last piece and set your knife down, throwing up your hands in triumph. “Done!” 

Within seconds Curtis did the same, throwing his hands up, palms showing he had no tools, and stepped away from his. “Okay you had ten seconds, but you’re gonna love mine this year so worth it.” 

“Mmmhm, sure, we will see. Mine is pretty badass.” You grasped your pumpkin. “Okay, close your eyes and I will put them side by side.” You waited while he made a show of his eyes closed, tilting his head up towards the sky to keep from looking. You twisted your massive pumpkin around to set it near his. Putting a hand over your eyes to keep from peeking and worked your way around the table towards his side. Once you pressed in against his muscled chest under a soft sweatshirt, you turned facing the pumpkins. His arms went around you and you soaked in the feeling of his embrace for a few seconds. “Okay, look!” You both dropped your gazes to admire them side by side. 

Curtis’s pumpkin had an outline of a cat in front of a moon and above it had Binx’s Witch House carved in it. Your pumpkin had taken some planning, but a rendition of the original Tim Curry Pennywise graced the front, making Curtis cringe and hold you tighter. “Okay yours is officially the scarier Honey.” He shivered, making you fist pump your victory. “You purposely chose Pennywise, didn’t you?” 

“Sure did, I wanted a classic.” You said while he stepped closer, inspecting yours closer. “But yours…” You traced Binx’s name in it, making you sigh happily at the addition to your lives. “I love it, you win.” 

“Fuck that, look at yours.” Curtis hefted your massive gourd up into his arms, already marching for the front of the house. “This is the obvious winner. Getting a prime spot on the porch.” 

“What! No.” You hurried after him, not daring to carry his artwork in case you dropped it. “I want Binx’s Witch House on the steps by the mums!” 

You two finally ended up compromising that you both had the best pumpkins after a debate, deeming you both the winners. At least for this year.

[lauriegraham01]

follow my shadow around your corner

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader, steve rogers x f!reader (40s!bucky/steve)

summary: childhood bestfriends venture together as they attend prom and reader shares tender moments between the two. (kinda slowburn/ reader doesn’t realize she’s in love with both)

wc: 1,167

a/n: my very first work published on here, looking forward to uploading more content- hope u enjoy! (and please forgive the quality, i’m learnng to imrpove everyday <3 )

“C’mon doll, we ain’t got all day!” 

“I’m coming, I'm coming!” I yelled back at Buck whose patience was running thin as we were already running late to the dance. As i grab my clutch from the nightstand, I rush downstairs to make my grand entrance. As I reached to the bottom of the stair landing Bucky and Steve both immediately rush to stand on their feet and Ms. Rogers lets out a gasp. Passing seconds of silence combined with the look on their faces left me anxious and self doubt threatened to creep in. 

“Is this okay? Do I look alright?” Smoothing the top layer of my dress I look nervously between Steve and Bucky. 

“You look……like an angel.” Steve breaks the silence- a bit breathlessly, as he steps forward into the dimly lit living room light. 

“Oh, Steve” I mused at him, feeling my face warm at his affection. 

“No, he’s right.” Bucky then speaks, capturing my attention from Steve. He walks beside Steve where they stood shoulder to shoulder.

“Doll, you look just breathtaking.” 

As they stood tall I was able to take in their appearances for the night and to say that the two were dressed handsomely would certainly be a disservice. The truth is that they both were striking- Bucky in his well pressed suit and that hair slicked back to where he is nothing short of suave, and Steve, who stood tall in his new suit that he had been saving months for- and with the baby blue necktie that I had gifted him for his birthday from the year before. My darling boys.

“Thanks Buck.” I giggled before playfully punching his shoulder. Shooting me that slick smile as he feigned injury. 

“Arighty picture time!!” Ms. Rogers squeals gleefully as she readies her contax camera to capture this moment. 

After the impromptu photoshoot back with Ms. Rogers, the three of us swiftly embarked on our journey to the school gym where the prom was being held. While the three of us came to the dance together as a trio, Steve was technically my date, like many times before at countless dances. Upon arriving, Bucky began searching for his date which was a girl in our grade that I hadn’t known all too well. After much convincing, Steve agreed to dance with me and I teased how he would come to regret giving in. We danced for over half of the night, truly without a care in the world. Joining our other school friends upon running into them throughout the night. When the lights cut off and we were told to go home, I think Steve knew I was anything but ready for the night to be over. Joining our schoolmates from earlier, Steve and I went to eat at a diner nearby. We knew Bucky was still out with his date so we had no worries in going out by ourselves. 

After spending hours sat side by side in that diner booth laughing with friends and splitting milkshakes, we knew that we had better get back home before it got any later. As we bid our farewells and walked into the cool night air of Brooklyn, I held onto Steve the entire walk home. As we walked through the door, I glanced at the clock in the kitchen to read the time. It was nearly 3:17 a.m. and I never felt more relieved at Ms. Rogers working the night shift- successfully avoiding a possible lecture about our tardiness. 

Steve made his way towards the couch and flopped face-first onto it out of exhaustion. He then flips over to lay on his side and extends an arm, and with that playful glimmer in his eyes I automatically know he’s inviting me to join. As I make my way and curl up next to him, the extent of my exhaustion finally settles in. As I laid my head on his chest, I felt the rhythm of his heart calm me down from the long night. 

“Angel” Steve cooed in my ear. 

“Hmm?” I hummed lazily in response. Tilting my head up to look at him, my eyes captured his as I shot him a lazy smile. 

“You look beautiful.” Steve admits, as his hand rubbed soothing circles on my lower back, pushing me ever so subtly further into him. 

“Steeeve.”

“I mean it.” He chuckles sweetly. “You’re my best girl.”

As I looked into his eyes, I saw nothing but adoration pooled within those ocean eyes. My eyes flicker down to his lips for just a second before looking back up into his eyes- yet when I do I note that he too had adverted his gaze to flicker onto my lips. A tap on the window brought the both of us back to reality, as I look across the apartment, I see Bucky peering from outside on the fire escape. Flashing us a dopey grin, he quickly climbed up the remaining steps that led to the roof. 

“I’ll go see what he’s doing out there.” I mumbled quietly. Wanting to excuse myself from whatever that moment was that just happened with Steve. 

“Mhm, yea sure.” Steve gulped shifting so that I could get up from the coach. 

As I climbed up the fire escape, goosebumps from as the cold air nipped at my skin. However nothing could’ve prepared me for what awaited me at the top. Bucky stood there in midst of the night skyline with a rose in hand and a gramophone on the ground playing “The Way You Look Tonight.” 

“What’s this?” I let out in bewilderment at the man and the scene he’s laid in front of me. 

“I realized on the way home that I never got a chance to dance with my best girl.” 

“Well you were rather occupied.” 

“And this is me making up for it.” 

As I stood in front of him he extended a hand outwards and I glanced at it, taking in the invitation.

“Y/N, may I have this dance?” 

“Yes, Mr. Barnes.” 

He took me in his arms and we begun to sway gently to the music, feeling at home and at peace within his embrace. It was moments like these that made me question my feelings for Bucky-and Steve. The two had my heart in a way that no other has. They’d both been in my life forever and I intend on keeping it that way forever. I had wrestled with the idea of whether or not I feel something more for either of them but even if I did, there was no possible way that any of this could be reciprocated, right?

Just as I was swimming deep within my thoughts, Bucky plants a tender kiss to my forehead, lingering for longer than usual. 

“I love you, doll.” He strains out, as though he’s holding back from saying something more, from feeling something more. 

“I love you too, James.”

[smolselfshippingaxcycat]

Oh, okay! Let me toss the question back at you--how about you and Netzach? How'd you two meet and what kicked off your relationship?

Only if you feel like sharing, of course!! /gen

~ librarian-lover 📖

ofc ofc!! thamk fur the ask @librarian-lover! /gen sorry i took so long two answer :'3 and sorry abt how long the answer is, too! /lh

i dont have a whole story planned out yet (beclaws chronic illness is a meanie) nor a name fur my s/i, just vaguely put twogether bits and pieces here and therer, but im hapy two share my ideas!! ill put them under the cut so that the post isnt 5 meters long /lhj

Local Idiot™ somehow manages two get hired at L Corp /lh

they start out in the welfare depawrtment, as one of the furst mempurrs

they dont dislike being there, but being that deep underground offsets their agoraphobia a bit- not enough two cause them panic, but it definitely makes it so that their mental corruption levels rise quicker

so they sign up two transfur two the safety team instead (beclaws control team is "too yellow" and info team is too menacing and safety sounds. not scary and ok maybe they just enjoy how green the halls are there if they cant have bloo)

they happen two bump intwo netzach on one of their furst few days there and they introduce themselves two each other

and while my s/i's attempting two make small talk (and mostly failing), theyre kinda like.. "huh, something abt him seems kinda sad.... oh, people have said that about me a lot! and im purretty touch starved, maybe he needs a hug...? wait, but it'd be weird two hug someone yew just met, right?? maybe i can be his furriend or something thatd be supurr awesome and nyaice-"

they're having All the Thoughts™.... they just cannot stop Thinking™ /lh

so they're trying two come up with excuses two talk two him day after day- while noticing his alcohol and enkaphalin usage, which... kinda worries them. they've definitely been stressed enough themself two the point where they've wanted two turn two drugs... was this a similar case??

efurry time they try two go up and talk two him, though, their voice just... won't come out.

so they have the idea of writing a letter instead! maybe thatd be easier..

theyre very nervous, and constantly state how "its not a crush or anything, i just wanna be furriends and get two know each other meowre!" followed by something like "oh but no purressure if yew dont want i mean i just want yew two know im feeling this way is all!" beclaws they're not quite sure if 'friend-crush' or 'squish' is an ok term two use, beclaws feelings are confusing. the way their brain automatically thinks of the worst case scenarios also makes it so that the letter starts off with something like... "if yew're reading this im purrobly dead or i dropped this on the floor somewhere"

they put said letter in an envelope and seal it with a white heart sticker that they color in the queerplatonic flag colors and write netzach's name on the back.

and they go "ok tomeowrrow im delivering this!"

tomeowrrow comes. they fold the letter intwo their pocket....

and they dont have the guts two deliver it-

"ok ill just carry this around in my pockets while working. in case i die or something.."

they still make attempts here and there two try and deliver the letter two no avail

other agents in the safety depawrtment have obviously taken notice of this and occasionally tease them about having a (supposed) crush on the sephirah of the safety team- meowre in a teasing playful way than anything else

but these teasing interactions turn out two be a bit of a blessing- the whole safety team kinda grows closer twogether with these mischievous lil interactions and hangouts (my s/i included ofc- im just keeping it vague beclaws i wanna make it so that others can bwoop their nuggets intwo this kinda scenario if they wanna ehehe)

uhh i dont have meowch else past this point but like.

theyre sneaking around during netzach's meltdown (although they very definitely shouldnt be, they want two be of help somehow- think of a scenario similar two how the sephirah meltdowns play out in teequeue's playthrough on the lp archive?)

afterwards, they meownage two listen in on bits and snippets of the manager's talk with netzach after his meltdown

that kind of... intensifies their feelings twowards him! like "whoa thats so cool of him actually two keep mewving furward even when life is so scary... i wish i could be like that"

so it becomes not only "i wanna be his furriend" but "i think... i really look up two him."

followed by "and also... its confusing but i wanna give him platonic kisses. does that make sense?? are- are platonic kisses a thing??"

ofc theyre just kinda talking two themself in their head trying two figure out "its not romantic but i think i wanna kiss him?? but! thats purrobably weird ill just say its a squish and try two deliver that letter..."

they. still dont meownage two deliver that letter even after the fall of L Corp

but thankfully, they get another chance two in the Library!

there, they actually manage two work up the nerve two talk two netzach, learning furrom their past mistake of just letting the oppurrtunity slip by- and they do it on their furst day, too!

they actually get along quite well and are p relaxed with each other!

my s/i doesnt drink (just beclaws they think there are better tasting and smelling things out there) and they encourage netzach two purractice some moderation beclaws they just worry like that a lot

often times after receptions, they nap snuggled next two each other (meowch two the delight of my touch starved s/i)

the qpr really only "started officially" after my s/i was explaining two another assistant librarian that "even tho i wanna kiss him it isnt romantic but i cant explain why it just doesnt feel romantic"

but they were explaining loud enough fur like. efurryone on the floor of art two hear beclaws. "what is volume control im neurodivergent also stop making me so flustered /lh"

netz has (purrobably?) nefur heard of anything like that befur, but is willing two give it a shot

so theres always kisses on the cheek or forehead pre-reception and purrobably meowre kisses and closerer snuggles post-reception. sometimes occasionally kisses on the lips, lots of hand holding or havin an arm around the other or little ways of showing physical affection (ᶦ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᶜ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵉᵗᶻᵃᶜʰ ᶦˢ ˢᵘᵖᵘʳʳ ᵖʰʸˢᶦᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿᵃᵗᵉ) tl;dr: local idiot joins lobcorp, tries and fails two befurriend netz, meownages two actually gain the nerve two talk two him during the events of ruina and talks a little too loudly but it turns out two be ok beclaws qpr

[anywaymurder]

Goods and Nervousness

Chapter 54

As the night progresses, Raiden finds himself kept awake by his thoughts. ‘Hey Ara,’ he says to the swamp elf meditating on the other side of the room, ‘you don’t like me enough to lie to me, right?’. He asks Ara whether he thinks there’s any sense in him trying to get back into the group, after all that happened. Ara is confused by the question: Raiden is already back with the group. Unless he’s planning on leaving again? Raiden says he’s trying not to. He feels like his return is hard for Annori and Kevin to cope with, and fears that they might just be too nice to say anything. Ara counters that that is pure conjecture and he should just ask them if it’s something he’s worried about. Besides, being ‘too nice’ is not a bad thing, except when others take advantage. That only worries Raiden more: he’s been that person who takes advantage. Ara insists that he’s making a much bigger deal out of this than it is. Sure, things aren’t the same as they were before — but now they can build something new that isn’t based on lies, which is arguably better. The group simply needs to regain some trust in Raiden, and that may take some time.

Bright and early the group heads back to the tailor’s, and Althas invites them inside. She clearly hasn’t slept, and is buzzing around on some kind of manic hyperactive high. She offers a nice array of breakfast foods to the group, as well as coffee, tea and iced tea. They talk a bit about the heat and humidity that have been coming up, and Ara talks fondly of the moistness of the swamp while Annori makes disapproving gestures behind his back. Althas considers visiting the swamp for design inspiration, and wonders out loud about the trade route they were setting up with Coldvale. She asks Ara if that’s why he’s out here, and he awkwardly tries to avoid the topic. Althas quickly apologizes for her forwardness, her mind is just a little all over the place. She returns with sketches and fabric samples to show each of them. Looking at the intricate designs, Raiden wonders if she stayed up all night drawing these. She says it’s hard to keep track of time when she’s working. ‘I’m sure you’ve had the same experience when you… What is it you do?’ Raiden immediately starts talking about the iced tea and how nice it is. 

Althas takes each of their required measurements, and then lets them know that the garments should be ready for pickup tomorrow afternoon. She’ll be getting some help from local mages from the academy putting it all together  — apparently they really enjoy doing something other than studying magic books and spell components for a change. Raiden asks her if she knows a place where one might buy such items, and she refers them to a shop called Reshin’s Quaint Curios. 

Once they step outside into the late afternoon air, Annori produces the sending stone Findire gave them and suggests asking them some questions about the sister and her partner. Maybe he knows where they usually hang out and the group can spy on them a little. ‘Or do you wanna talk to Findire? After all, he is your boyfriend!’ She extends the sending stone towards Ara with a playful grin. Ara reluctantly takes it, and asks the group what he should say. As he casts sending, he repeats their suggestions  — ‘where does she hang out?’ ‘what’s her favorite animal?’. When Kevin teasingly adds an ‘I love youuu’ at the end, Ara automatically repeats it into the sending stone. He tries to backpedal but runs out of words, then turns bright red. As Annori and Kevin squeal over this development, Findire responds in Ara’s head: ‘Well, good afternoon to you too, Ara dearest. Might be too long for sending stones. Meet at my place, you know the way. See you soon.’ When they ask Ara if there’s been a response, he says no, and quickly suggests they go to the magic shop, hoping to escape further teasing by Nori and Kevin. (Sometime around this point, Rowan’s cat Morgan disconnects her from the discord call and everyone takes a minute to laugh about this) 

Reshin’s Quaint Curios is indeed a quaint place. Stepping inside, an invisible bell announces their arrival, and they feel a buzz of energy throughout the shop which the magic users among them recognize as arcane. There are many items on display, though they’ve been placed on tables and in alcoves almost carelessly. A tan halfling with short black hair enters to greet them with a proper customer service smile that doesn’t extend to their eyes. Reshin asks them what they’re looking for. Kevin mentions he’s been looking for a weapon that’s a little on the heavier side compared to his trusted rapier. Reshin leaves through a big ledger to check what they have on offer, and presents Kevin with a beautiful obsidian hand ax. Besides the exquisite craftsmanship, the weapon is also enchanted to warn the wielder for any hostile creatures around. It stands at a hefty 600GP. Annori off-handedly mentions Findire, and the shopkeep’s smile widens immediately. When she asks them about any potions they might have, Reshin almost disdainfully refers her to the nearby herbalist. Annori explains she needs a potion that would compel the drinker to speak the truth, but without them being aware of that effect. Elsewhere in the store, Raiden freezes up a little. Reshin confirms that this is too specific a potion for their store, though they do have several health potions for sale, should they be the adventuring type. Kevin is staring longingly at the beautiful hand ax and laments that he doesn’t have the money to buy it. Reshin suggests having a look at the quest boards outside, there might be a job that suits them and some of them apparently pay quite well. Ara “reminds” Kevin about the much nicer hand ax they saw at another store for cheaper. With this bit of sneakery, Kevin manages to haggle down the price to 520GP and purchases his fine new weapon. Annori sneakily asks if him spending his share of the advance Findire gave them means Kevin’s taking the job after all, but Kevin swears he’ll pay it back to them eventually. Ara then looks for shields, and Reshin points him towards one they finished crafting recently called the ‘Arrow catching shield’, which is enchanted to protect the wielder and nearby allies from arrows especially well. The item is priced at 1.000GP, but they might be willing to part with it for 900GP. Ara consults the group — this would absolutely be a useful thing to have, but it’s much more than he can afford on his own right now. Together they decide that Ara will come back for the shield once they finish their gala job and get some more cash together. Raiden purchases 4 common healing potions and 2 greater for 400GP total. Annori chips in 100GP, since they’re for the group (though Raiden half-jokingly points out that he’s usually the one passing out). Raiden then inquires with Reshin about a method of long-range communication. Reshin shows him an intricate dark metal headpiece called ‘The Spies Murmur’, to be worn curved around the ear, and explains that the wearer will be able to communicate telepathically with the wearer of another. Each individual one costs 650GP. Looking around the shop, Raidens eye falls on an inconspicuous ring laying casually in an alcove. When he goes to pick it up and see if there’s anything special about it, his hand passes right through it. Reshin explains that every item on display here is in fact an illusion — you don’t think they’d be naive enough to leave expensive items out for the taking like that, now do you? The ring Raiden was inspecting turns out to be enchanted so it can see through doors. The shopkeep remarks that Raiden seems to have an eye for these items of sneakery, though he immediately insists that each of these items also have perfectly legal applications. 

The party exits, several health potions and one fancy hand ax acquired, leaving the rest of their wish list for later. Ara says he’s had his fill of shops for today and would very much like to take a walk, alone. Annori, Kevin and Raiden head to the herbalist’s shop to see if they have Annori’s truth serum. On the way, she excitedly explains her plan: to feed the serum to Findire’s sister, and then ask her questions that would normally require a little white lie in the name of polite society. She imagines there’s quite a lot that goes unsaid at these events, that would be scandalous if it came out. Raiden has a weirdly surprised and relieved response to this plan, and with one look at him Annori realizes: he thought the truth serum was for him. She asks him about it, and he admits it crossed his mind. Annori protests that she’s not about to spike her friends’ drinks to get them to talk — not again — and she’s a little insulted that he thought that low of her. Kevin joins in, saying that he feels like he knows Raiden well enough to know when his efforts to make up for his past deed are genuine. ‘Do you, though? Do you really?’ asks the rogue. He expresses some conflicting feelings about the fact that they haven’t really talked about anything since he’s been back. As long as there is so much unspoken between them, he can’t help but feel like any steps he’s making towards redemption are empty gestures. Kevin insists he would like to get to know the real Raiden. ‘Tell us about yourself, then.’ Raiden falls quiet, and admits he might need some more specific questions to start with. Annori suggests they run their errands first, so they can think a bit on what they’d want to ask, so they can talk about it tonight.

Meanwhile, Ara’s solitary walk just so happens to take him back to the Radiant Gardens and the back entrance of the Talthanryl mansion. He finds Findire sitting in their fancy chair, who greets him happily, and Ara approaches with great unease. The weird ‘i love you’ he sent through the sending stone earlier that day hangs in the air between them like static, but Findire seems to feel Ara’s discomfort and doesn’t bring it up. They then proceed to give some answers to the questions that were asked. Ara learns that the sister’s name is Falinel, and her partner is named Astrid Cornwallis. Findire explains that while Falinel doesn’t necessarily work, she spends a lot of time out of the house with friends, and sometimes doesn’t return until quite late. He hints that her room in the mansion is usually empty from the afternoon until at least the early evening. Ara asks about their parents, and Fin tells him their mother is usually in her office all day, and dad works with the local merchants. As for Falinel’s favorite animal: it’s bunnies. Once he feels like he has all the necessary information, Ara goes to leave. Findire accompanies him to the door once more, and they stand there a while. ‘Unless there’s anything else you’d like to talk about?’ Fin asks. ‘Not really, you?’ says Ara. ‘Only if you want to,’ says Fin. ‘I don’t want to,’ sighs Ara, ‘because talking about it will make it feel more real, but not talking about it will kill me.’ Ara confesses he was only thoughtlessly repeating Kevin when he said those words, and he’s not actually there yet — though he really does like Findire. Fin is glad to hear that, and understands the situation all too well. They note Ara’s friends seem to be quite intent on them getting together, but Fin assures him that all that matters is what Ara wants, and they’re happy to call it whatever he wants to call it, and take it as slow as he needs to. Ara agrees that they still have a lot to figure out between them, and that he’s ‘technically still a baby, anyway. So… bye!’

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[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

Playfully thinking for a moment, she smiled brightly. "Took me a total of five years before I felt like I could no longer call my mum begging for help," she admitted. Sure, while it was playful, there was also truth in it. Aslihan was a perfectionist at heart and wanted to make sure that Alex's birthday was exactly everything her daughter wants. No matter how big or how small it is. However, she was also her harshest critic and felt like nothing she did for her daughter was right. She's turned to her parents, especially her mother, whenever she felt like this and needed some guidance. "Seriously, though: you've been doing an incredible job these past few years and you're only getting better and better. But god, I am not ready for that stage. I'm praying we'll get lucky." The thought of Alex reaching that age where she couldn't connect with her parents and even hate them for awhile... It was truly the worst pain in the world.

Fortunately, their playful bickering helped her to move her thoughts from Alex getting older and what that could entail. "I'm going to trademark it and get started on that sash. I'll personalized it and everything as well," the curator teased. Though god, thinking about them thirty years from now was truly a breath-stopping moment. Her baby was going to be thirty or about to turn thirty... Would Asli be around to see that, considering how off her health's been the past few years? Breathing shakily, she cleared her throat and tried to move right along. "Mesh material," she offered automatically. "I'm sure Maya could think of something better, though. I know she'll definitely be on board with this whole idea. Wha---It's just a little glitter! I'm sure it won't be that bad." Though she couldn't stifle her giggles at the image of Atlas covered in glitter. Pressing her lips, she narrowed her eyes at him... Before grinning. "Okay, fine. Touché. Though I'm certain you can get all of that done from your new humble abode as well."

God, was this a horrible idea? Was this the worst time possible to do this? Could this destroy any progress they've had in their relationship and during the past few years of co-parenting together? Nervously, she glanced up at him. Trying to decipher if he is having any doubts or wanting to stop this from going any farther. Having noticed his white knuckles, she carefully reached up to place her hand over his, squeezing it reassuringly at his words before nodding. "Okay," she said, moving her hand back. "If you want to stop at any time, let me know." Looking back at the monitor, it was now or never. She licked her lips and pressed on the first folder for Alex's first birthday: Wild One, an entirely wolf-themed first birthday. She pressed through each photograph, making sure to hold on each for at least ten seconds to let it sink in before moving on. Eventually starting to get into videos as well, the first one being a video of Asli holding Alex as the Happy Birthday song was being sung. Yet, it wasn't just the two that the video was focused on as well. But next to them was a photograph of Atlas, which then led to a picture of Asli and Alex along with a photo of Atlas, then a picture of just Alex and Atlas. Asli's eyes welled up with each photo and video, until she finally paused on that photo. She's looked through each folder thousands of times and committed all of these memories to heart. Yet this was different. This was with the man she wished had always been there, the man that she's tried to reach out to thousands of times throughout the years before fear got the best of her in the end every time. Swallowing down the lump that formed in her throat and blinking back her tears, she asked carefully, "Do... Do you want to continue...?"

He couldn't blame Aslihan for keeping their daughter an ocean away for years. At the end of the day, the only thing that had mattered was keeping Alex safe from everything in the world that could potentially hurt, including him — the American boy who had thrown caution to the wind and hadn't even bothered looking back upon his exit. It was a very telling thing, wasn't it? That he'd left without ever reaching out after the fact to check in. If she'd written him off as a deadbeat, it was deserved. While she went through nine months of pregnancy, he'd been off in Colorado burying himself in every stranger he could find. It was irresponsible, it was immature, it was everything that she wanted to protect Alex from. As much as he liked to believe that he would have stepped up, that he would have been the man they both deserved, he couldn't be so sure of it. So, in the end, no matter how deep seeded the pain was, maybe it was all supposed to happen like that.

"Yeah? How many birthday parties do you think it'll take? 'Cause I'm pretty sure, she's going to grow up of themed parties and wanting us to put everything together." Alex was already on her way to her first big milestone. Soon enough, she'd be hitting double digits and after that, she'd want her parties to be cooler than what they could decorate and put together. A wounded smile crossed over his mouth, the joke all too lame for him not to find amusement in it. "That's about as terrible as it gets, so I think it'll work." In thirty more, he'd be halfway through his sixties, and Alex would be in her thirties. Suddenly, he didn't want to think about anything past that moment. "How is anyone supposed to know I'm tatted if they're all under a glittery pink suit? I'm all about being the center of attention sometimes, but I don't know, As. That seems like pushing it." Besides, everyone knew that glitter stuck with a person for life. One night of fun would turn into a lifetime of finding sparkles on everything he owned. "You pretty much shattered my ego when you called me old, so it's payback. No need to rush on the early check-in. I've got some shit to do before I settle into my new home."

Every step towards her office got heavier and heavier until he felt as if he could barely pick up his on feet. He wanted this; wanted to see the memories she'd captured that he hadn't been present for. Years of Alex's life that he'd missed, all accounted for on her computer. Rather than sit, he opted to stand behind her, hand curling around the back of her chair as he white-knuckle gripped it for support. Was he ready? He wasn't sure. A part of him was excited to see the smiles he'd missed and the happy moments his daughter had experienced, but another part of him felt the insecure ache in his chest growing tighter. "As I'll ever be," he hummed as he slipped his other hand into the front pocket of his jeans to prevent a nervous tapping against his thigh.

[ladylannisterxo]

💌 - “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” w bby steve pls lovey <3

Sav!! Thank you for sending this one in - it's just nothing but fluff!!

Pairings; Steve Harrington x fem!Reader Prompt # 10; "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice." Words; 0.6k Warnings; None, just pure fluff!

“What are you doing out here?”

The voice from behind you makes you jump and you whip around to find none other than Steve Harrington glancing down at you with a look of concern etched on his handsome face. It makes you want to scream.

You came to this stupid party because he’d asked you to and you’d do just about anything Steve asked you to if it meant you were able to spend more time with him. You did your hair, your makeup, picked out the perfect outfit but when you arrived, you found him sitting on one of the couches, leaning in close to Nancy as he whispered in her ear and you fled. You exited the party as quickly as you arrived and have been sitting outside ever since.

“Got a little crowded inside, that’s all,” you reply with a tight smile, “thought I’d get some air.”

“Mhm.” He doesn’t believe you, you can tell. “Mind if I sit?”

“No.” It’s said too fast and you inwardly cringe at how desperate you sound.

You scooch over on the porch, making room for him to slide in next to you. His shoulder brushes yours and his thigh is pressed up against your own. The warmth of his body so close to yours has your own body heat spiking to unnatural heights. The two of you sit in companionable silence for a few moments. You don’t know what to say so you’re hoping he takes the plunge and broaches a conversation, any conversation with you.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” His eyes are on you as he says this and you refuse to meet his gaze, embarrassment flooding your veins like ice water. “Please, look at me.”

You turn your gaze hesitantly in his direction, a look of almost shame plastered across your features. You never thought you were being obvious but you couldn’t help yourself, not when Steve Harrington was out here walking around and looking and being absolutely perfect.

“I’m sorry,” you say automatically, it feels like the right thing to say.

His brow furrows, confusion evident. “Sorry? For what?”

“For… looking at you?” You sigh. “I don’t know, for… wanting something I know I can’t have, I guess.”

“Who says you can’t?” His finger hooks underneath your chin and brings your gaze back to meet his.

Steve’s eyes are warm and inviting and there’s a hint of playfulness hidden in the depths. You want to melt into them, into him, into all of him. Your breath catches in your lungs, no way this is really happening.

“What about… what about Nancy?” You blurt out, eyes wide.

“We’re friends.” It’s simple and honest and it makes your heart soar to new places.

“Like… like we’re friends?”

“Well,” he chuckles lightly, leaning in closer to you, “I’m hoping we can be a bit more than friends.”

You nod weakly, eyes flicking down to his lips and then back up. Steve leans in a little bit more, lips ghosting over your own and you feel like you’re going to explode from the anticipation.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you breathe and with a surge of confidence, you meet him the rest of the way.

The kiss is slow and lingering, his lips melding against your own like they were designed to do so. He tastes like heaven, if heaven was Coca-Cola and chocolate candy which it very well could be. Your fingers tighten in the collar of his jacket, pulling him closer and he obliges, cupping your jaw softly and sliding his tongue against your own.

When it ends, you feel weak and like a giggly schoolgirl with a crush and in a way, you are. His smile is bright and infectious and he places one last gentle kiss to your lips before standing and offering you his hand.

“Wanna go back inside or do you want me to take you home?”

Your heart thumps wildly in your chest. “Home, take me home.”

[monstaxdirtywonk]

SKZ in love (astrology venus and mars sings)

Hey everyone it’s been forever since I last posted but I’m back with my new favorite group, stray kids. I became a fan a year ago and now at this point I think I know them well enough to do posts about them too! I will use their birth charts for that, mostly their venus and mars signs, but I might mention some other placements. Let’s get started!

Bang Chan- Scropio Venus, Sagittarius Mars

Chan has mentioned his birth time, and his rising is in Gemini

i find gemini risings very artistic people so i can see why he is that

chan is an interesting case, and i can see him having an inner conflict when it comes to love

on one hand his libra side (sun and moon), wants peace and don’t get me wrong he doesn’t like fighting indeed

but sometimes his scorpio venus gets him and he might get possessive

which is something that he doesn’t want and might try to pull it under the rug which is a bad idea to pile in your emotions and stuff

i think he is someone that needs a lot of reassurance that those jealous feelings can be normal (not to the extreme ofc) and that this doesn’t make him automatically a bad or controlling man 

he lives for the proximity, the intimacy, the hugs

very ride or die type of love, he wants to give himself entirely to his s/o that’s why he is very careful on his choice of partner

he wants someone adventurous, someone to make him laugh and to put him out of his ocasionally dark thoughts

he wants to experience it all with his partner

the domestic life as well as the outdoors

also yes he’d do some pretty cliche romantic stuff

might even be a bit cheesy in the heat of the moment

but cheese is great lmao

Minho- Scorpio Venus, Virgo Mars

so listen up

minho is a confident scorpio unlike chan, he’s made peace with himself and his scorpio side

maybe because he has more placements there? idk

none the less that’s his love style and he is content with that

he knows the intensity isn’t for everyone, but it’s certainly for him 

so he rolls with it

for those that have scorpio venus/ or like this placement he is your man

you know how he is a bit of a tsundere(he appears cold at first but warms up everntually)

that’s very scorpio of his

like chan, he is careful with who his partner will be 

i think many people don’t see it but minho is actually VERY sensitive and tries to protect himself that way

i think he is someone that would like someone more ‘lightweight’ and playful than himself

but still loyal and to make him feel secure in the relationship

he feels a lot and sometimes gets overwhelmed so that’s why he might not voice his feelings as often

but it’s written everywhere on his face how much he loves you

Changbin- Virgo Venus, Scorpio Mars

time to bias wreck myself lmao

it’s as good as you can imagine tbh

first of all i wanna say something

changbin is highkey bf goals and he is the ATTENTIVE type of bf

he is there, he is not half assing it, he gives it all for this

my man is such a LEO his sun and moon are there too

so when he decides to do something he does it well he sets some expectations for himself 

he lets love come naturally his way, isn’t super cautious like the other two and doesn’t overanalyze it

if it feels right, it’s probably right that’s his motto

that being said, once he settles in his relationship and feels more and more for his s/o, he simps

and he is even proud of it because changbin is a man of principle

he sets standards for men everywhere lmao

i can see him being overprotective, and assuming a parental role too

did i say daddy issues?

but, he wants some love back and he deserves ALL the love back tbh

clingy but in a cute way

very physical, if you are someone that needs personal space think again lmao

because he can’t be all the time with you, when you two are together, he is glued 

i guess i’m feeding changlix shippers too here

Hyunjin- Pisces Venus, Aries Mars

okay so as someone with pisces rising written all over me i feel my man hyunjin because pisces is a hard placement emotionally to have tbh

he’d be like, chill it’s love, it’s not a big deal 

but who is he kidding? 

extremely romantic, believes in soulmates

but doesn’t share those views often with others

i don’t think even close people to him knows how romantic he is 

he takes it out on his art, his paintings, his dancing mostly

he lets other things speak louder than words

very idealistic when it comes to love

and has a hard time accepting that yes sometimes a couple fights and that’s normal too

he makes up his own idea of love in his mind and tries to live up to that

but a pisces’ idea of love isn’t realistic and he has to accept that the quality of love doesn’t change, it’s just that it won’t be exactly that

he is an introvert and i can see him being VERY shy when he is into someone

the confident hyunjin we see on stage? we don’t know him nope

that’s why i think it’d be nice if the other person was to make the first move

he’d also find it rather endearing because they care

unlike changbin above he needs some alone personal time no matter how much he loves his s/o (most people do tbh)

i just think that his s/o must be intuitive and sense emotions easily because his introverted myself might not open up easily 

Jisung- Libra Venus, Mars Leo

another shy boy

but he isn’t the same as hyunjin, he doesn’t do it on purpose

with time he does open up, but in general he is pretty lost when he has a crush on someone

despite the fact that he won’t say it (or eventually will but not fast), it’s rather obvious when he is into someone

but who wouldn’t want my boy hanie anyways

once the relationship is going, you see a very relaxed Jisung

it’s a beautiful butterfly like transformation, how he goes from a nervous emotional wreck to good old han

it makes you feel so good because you did that, you made him feel comfortable

and he appreciates that soooo much

i think he isn’t extravagant in his love language, unlike changbin for instance

he prefers simple yet meaningful ways to show his love

i think he’d love to travel the world with his s/o

because he wants to build experiences together

Felix- Libra Venus, Mars Leo

same placements with jisung because they are a day apart and those planets move slower so it takes them some time to change sign

now if i had their rising signs, we’d see some differences for sure

i did read somewhere that felix was born around midnight? if i put midinight as his birth time his rising is in taurus which is a valid guess

but i also thought that he might have a water rising sign idk

felix to me is very friend like bf

i think that his approach regarding relationships is a bit more laid back, that’s why i said there is a friendly element

i can also see him enjoying the domestic life of it so a taurus rising would make sense 

i think he likes being babied, way more than jisung 

he would assume a more submissive role and would like a s/o that initiates stuff

i think there is a very thin line that he doesn’t like being crossed however between babying him and making him think that you see him as an actual immature baby

so his partner should be careful to not cross that line

he loves someone playful and devoted

but i don’t see him very prone to jealousy because he is someone that trusts others easily

which can also be a bad thing

but no one would dare to hurt my baby i’m coming for your ass lmao

Seungmin- Libra Venus, Virgo Mars

Contrary to Felix, seungmin is more cautious with others but he doesn’t make it obvious you know

he seems all relaxed with you and stuff but it takes him time to truly open up

and you are surprised because you thought he had already but no think again

i think seungmin needs personal space

but when he is in the mood for cuddles and he is the one initiating them, he is very clingy

he is actually very caring with his s/o and wants to baby them

i think he’d prefer to stay indoors and be more private regarding his affections

so not a big fan of pda 

i can see his love language being acts of service 

Jeongin- Aries Venus, Scorpio Mars

Oh lala now those aren’t baby bread placements

I think we baby Jeongin a lot (we and the boys) and i think that he doesn’t particularly enjoy that so he’d prefer to be more dominant in his relationship

aries venus enjoy adventures, and gaining new experiences with his s/o

now something we didn’t see coming baby bread is probably prone to jealousy

alexa play jealousy by monsta x

and i can see him being a bit savage about it and putting down his ‘opponent’ if that makes sense

just subtle but real good comments/burns

now who is the baby bread now lmao

i have a hard time figuring out whether he’d like cuddles or not

i think he’d be more intimate with his s/o than with the members but still maybe not as much

i don’t think he likes pda but he’’d do it if he feels jealous lmao

love that boy so much

(i do astrology ships and they cost 5 usd, basically you pick your bias and i check your compability or you ask me to pick which member would fit you best astrology wise)

[joyfulfxckery]

Headcanons for Swiss falling for a small, shy, seemingly innocent reader thats always making sure everyone is okay both mentally and physically, all that mom friend stuff- but, as soon as they get comfy they're a (loving) MENACE to society. like chaotic, and a little pervy?

Bonus if they become best friends with Dew

(If you write kinda nsfw stuff, no smut but maybe how he'd respond to them being flustered if he matches their pervy energy? Absolutely okay if you don't!!)

Please and thank you!!

In my head, this is like his perfect match.

If your shyness is anything like mine, you don't go up to anyone unless they look like they could use help, like cheering up or groceries, or moving stuff.

So he'd notice you over time; either in the same hallway walking with your friends and laughing, trying to cheer up a fellow brother/sister of sin who didn't have that sparkle in their eye, helping someone who is carrying cleaning supplies or a whole bunch of paperwork or all these grocery bags.

He's a ghoul, a demon, he can totally carry all these bags by himself but he sees you in the hallway and he just automatically needs help. 

Like "Oh my lucifer these are so heavy. Y/N! Can you help me please?"

The smile behind his mask as you help him without thinking about his unnatural strength is huge.

He'll make conversation while you help him, asking questions, anything to get you to talk really.

He'll go searching for you afterwards. Every day. Even just to say "Hi" or do something to make you laugh.

If you say, "It seems like you search me out now, haha"

He'll reply with, "You make everyone smile, I wanted to do the same with you."

Whenever there's no Clergy business he's with you so you two get closer and he sees more of your personality come through, there's no hope for him, he'd fall, and within a few months, you two would be together.

With his playfulness, you'd both pull pranks on others, but also each other. If a prank you both pull happens to be on one of the Papa's (all of the papas are alive in my world) and you get caught, it's like Scooby and Shaggy trying to hide behind each other until he runs away. 

And if it's on either one of you, there's no "It's one prank and you both laugh about it." Nah it's "This means war."

If by a "MENACE to society" you mean an absolute brat to everyone you're close to, like me, then he's always chasing you around trying to get you back for something you did. 

He's calmly drinking his beverage and you come along and move the arm he's drinking with making him spill his drink, you can tell he's giving you THE LOOK under his mask.

Run far, fast, do zigzags, climb and if he doesn't get you, be cautious, be very cautious. 

You two are always around each other which means you are also around the other Ghouls, you've gotten to be friends with a lot of them but you and Dew, ya just get each other. 

He's the one that helps you prank Swiss. He comes up with ideas if you can't think of anything and destroys the evidence.

Always flipping each other off when you pass in the hall, you with a smile or, if you're feeling it, with your tongue sticking out.

I can see Swiss pouting when you go to spend time with Dew, he'd hug you and you'd have to push yourself out of his hold or call Aether or Mountain to pry him off you.

Like you're a funny pain in the ass, but you are HIS funny pain in the ass.

Dew teases him on it too, it starts one of those girly slap fights that always make you fall on your ass laughing.

You watch a swiss TikTok that's just him shimmying and for a minute you think it's a good idea to Shimmy him so you can see his reaction.

Bad idea.

He shimmies back, and if you blush, the shimmy gets harder till you cover your face which makes him laugh while he wraps you up in his arms, "You can't out shimmy the King, baby."

He'd honestly fucking love you.

~ Ghoulie 💜

Hope you like it Anon!

[windblooms]

liyue boys – how they touch their s/o

headcanons and scenarios of how childe, chongyun, scaramouche, xiao, xingqiu, and zhongli would romantically interact with their s/o.

gender-neutral reader.  sfw scenarios for each character, with additional suggestive implications for childe, scaramouche, xiao, and zhongli (since they’re confirmed legal).  2309 words.

childe

the Touchiest of the liyue boys

he just really, really fond of touching you, whether it be with his fingers through your hair or having you a hand on your lap. 

the first time he wanted to touch you, he actually asked (yes, verbally) if you were okay with him doing so

at least one of his acts with you could be orthodox, yeah?  although, looking back on it now, he supposes that he was attempting to be a bit more serious and wasn’t sure how to convey the sentiment when his reputation often preceded him

since then, he’s made a habit to have you next to him at all times

you don’t mind, since his attention is admittedly nice, but understandably neither of you want to display affection towards each other in the presence of his coworkers.  

if you were to be in public, such as walking down the streets of liyue, then he’d have his fingers laced between yours

if he were to be in a particularly good mood that day, he’d actually have you hook your arm around his.  you’re not sure why – but maybe it’s because more of you would be pressed against him that way.

an avid displayer of fleeting touches.  some are playful, like tapping his finger on your nose to get your attention, while others are slightly more teasing, like trailing his fingers up your thigh when you’re working and really shouldn’t be getting distracted. 

“i can’t help it.  your expressions are always the best part.”

so long as you’re next to him, he’ll find any excuse possible to have himself on you.

you’re cold?  take his coat, but also a complimentary hug because wow he’s kinda sorta warm for a snezhnayan native. 

got work to do?  he’ll stroll over to you every once in a while, claim he’s checking on you, and then place a kiss on your cheek as “encouragement.”

just got home from a long day out?  take some time to lay on top of him, he makes for a comfy mattress

his favorite ways to touch you: gloves off, thumb rubs against the back of your hand, hands cradling your neck or squeezing your hips in more passionate moments.  especially enjoys contact the more of your body he feels.  not sexual all the time, but definitely sensually pleasing.  he’s reassured when he feels you next to him. 

chongyun

chongyun is relatively inexperienced in acting out his romantic impulses.  

hand holding?  yeah, sure, he knows it’s what people do, but apparently there something about interlacing fingers . . . ?

also, there are different ways to hug?  he thought that just wrapping his arms around your shoulders would be fine, but is there a specific instance where he should “back hug” you?  

he thinks there should be a lover’s manual for how to go about with physical touch, but sadly there isn’t, and he’s left by himself to make sense of his confusion.

he’ll have to learn first-hand – something he quickly realizes he won’t mind.

chongyun’s touches will reflect his nature: gentle and initially somewhat shy, but he will gradually become more confident as time goes on.

the first time he tries to initiate hand-holding with you, you’re sitting next to each other on the couch

you can tell something’s a bit off by how he’s staring straight into your skull, as if he’s conflicted over something even when there’s nothing to be distressed about –

and he lifts his hand, hesitantly, and you swear that he’s shaking, before he mumbles something along the lines of “screw this” and just

places the tips of his fingers over the back of your hand and

just leaves them there

and you’re blinking, not quite sure what to make of his awkwardness, before connecting the dots when you see him absolutely red in the face. 

he’s startled when he hears you laugh, and especially when you move your hand to securely grasp his own. 

you’re warm, incredibly so, and when he looks up from his lap to affirm that he hasn’t made a complete mess of the mood, you’re there to give him a pat on the head.

“y-yeah.  can we stay like this?  hey!  no, don't laugh – ”

the take-away: soft boy.  will realize that he loves it when you squeeze his hands but will be flustered when admitting it.  also internally enjoys it when you put your chin atop his head, and when you let him put his hand on your shoulder.  will become more confident over time with showing affection, whether it be through light touches or shy pecks. 

scaramouche

scaramouche is admittedly one of the more destructive harbingers

meaning he wouldn’t be one to be gentle in the slightest

probably doesn't even know that hugging is supposed to be an act of affection and instead registers it as another method to crush someone’s chest

the least likely out of the liyue boy to even be in a romantic relationship 

but in the off chance that he is, 

warm affection won’t be on the menu unless you’re in a dream sequence.

yes, he might not be as irritable around you.  yes, he won’t immediately scowl at your presence, and maybe even request for you to be beside him once in a while.

but that is a far cry from assuming stable, healthy intimacy.

the closest he’s ever gone to touching you kindly is by pulling you towards him – nearly winding you with his forcefulness – and insisting that you play with his hair

(definitely a pushy one, and it would be endearing if not for the fact that he does not know how to interact constructively with others.)

so it’ll take time, lots of explanations and dialogue to tell him that no, he doesn’t have to be so rough with his grasp, and yes, it does bother you and you’d insist that he learn to be gentler before touching you again.

he won’t strike you down for speaking your mind – that’s exactly why he’s with you to begin with, since you were able to back up your wit with fight.

he’ll grumble, as if you had told him the most unpleasant of news (which you suppose you just have), but nonetheless attempts to mimic touches you would approve of.

scaramouche is, admittedly, easy to vex.  while he might generally be a hassle to handle, the only time you do let him give in to his harsh tendencies are when you two are kissing each other a bit too hard or grabbing each others’ clothes too eagerly.

in other words, making out.

it’s obvious that he enjoys these more aggressive instances over the ones you’ve convinced him to be satisfied with.  it’s an agreement that both of you have come to terms with: if he’s to  command  ask for little things, he better be respectful about it.  but when you decide to reward him for exercising restraint publicly, it’s behind his door where you let him go unrestrained. 

“so long as you’ll still let me do this, then i might tolerate your . . . other preferences.”

xiao

he’s not sure when you became more comfortable with one another, but for some reason he’s certain that it had to be after you commented on his hair

something about it being soft and appealing to braid – not that he would ever let you,

okay, maybe if you ask enough times.  but for now the answer is definitely no.

anyways,

you were actually the one to ask to hug him first.  he was a bit perplexed, wondering what you were thinking that prompted you to ask, but then realized that neither of you had been physically affectionate before.  

as in, not even hand holding.  or hand squeezes.  or anything else that would be considered basic between partners.

as quickly as you asked, he affirmed that it was all right, and has since become attuned to your need for physical assurance.

something about him “feeling like home” and “safe.”  at the time, he wasn’t sure what feeling like a home meant, however through time he realized that you felt like home as well.

soothing.  as if automatic, he fits your body into his and holds the back of your head against his chest, lets you twirl your fingers in your hair, and carries you into bed.

under the covers, he feels more alone with you, as if the closed door isn’t already enough.

even in the dark, his eyes will roam all over your face, and he’ll run his fingers over your cheeks, down your neck, and over your collarbones. 

he can feel you shudder slightly under his touch, and he’ll always stop immediately, concerned for your discomfort. 

but when you take his hand to your lips and press kisses on his fingers, he’s relieved that he’s still doing right by you. 

so long as you’re sure, he’ll continue his ministrations.  whether it be holding your form flush against him as you drift to sleep, or crooking his finger under your chin so he can mold your lips together just the way you like, so long as you both know you’re safe with him.

in short: inexperienced, but always concerned for you.  won’t do anything unless you ask or suggest, and even then, his care for you is more obvious than the wake of day with the sunrise. 

“i’ll hold you as long as you let me – if you’d have me be with you.”

xingqiu

simple: dramatic.

if you thought that the novels he’s written have gotten to his head, then you would be completely right, because he does not miss an opportunity to add in some flair to your relationship. 

produces a glaze lily out of thin air each time he greets you after your day of work, “fairest, this is for thou,” and has the audacity to look pleased with himself.

a nerd at heart, and you might unironically think it’s cute if not for the laughs he allows himself afterwards.

is always smiling when you touch, even if you’re just bumping into him accidentally.

it doesn’t take much to make him happy, you realize, but that assumption morphs into wow he just.  really loves with his whole heart.

xingqiu’s a magnet when it comes to your shoulder, somehow always leaning against you when given the opportunity

you could be sitting next to each other at the table, or even standing up talking to other people, and he’ll latch onto your shoulder.

“i’ve got you right next to me.  why not capitalize on the moment?”

absolutely adores it when you let him play with your hair.  you’re not sure what it’s about, but after his obvious attachment to your arm, you just decided that he was a very physical lover and you’d be more than willing to indulge him.

if you come visit him when he’s reading or writing, he gets especially excited because!!!  head rest!!!!

and consider yourself occupied for easily the next hour as he rattles off yet another plot of a novel, or attempts to woo you with sappy lines that he decided to mentally bookmark just to tease you with later.

in the instances when he isn’t occupying your lap or shoulder, he actually likes it when you lean on him as well, especially if you’re sleepy.  he finds the whole act endearing, either you being too lazy to move to bed or finding him comfortable. 

so long as you don’t tire of his antics, he’ll be sure to indulge you in the same. 

zhongli

despite being what some would call oblivious when it comes to human interaction, zhongli is surprisingly romantically competent so long as you give him time to adjust.

he’s quick to notice things you like and hones in on them with relative ease.  admittedly, the first time you hugged him, he was a bit stiff, but was actually the one to initiate physical affection the following time.

 it gives you hope that there aren’t actually cobwebs still in that thousand year-old brain of his. 

already a traditional man, you soon realize that he’s fond of more innocent touches, such as when you slot your fingers against his or unbind his hair to play with the strands. 

he might even fall asleep if you comb his hair long enough, enjoying being spoiled.

forehead kisses!

at least twice a day, he’ll brush aside your bangs and place pecks on your forehead.  if not your forehead, then definitely your cheeks.

lowkey wants to pinch your cheeks.  you’re not sure why.  maybe it’s the childish curiosity that peaks out of him every so often, and he’ll absent-mindedly comment that your cheeks remind him of crystal shrimp balls.

you’d stutter every time, finding his sense in compliments endearing yet flustering at once, and he’d just blink, the sincere man he is.

“but they do.  flush with color.”  a pause.  “could i maybe have a bite?”

ah, yes, when he does want a bite –

his touches will be unbearably soft.  so much so that you’re not even sure he’s real, with the tenderness on his fingers and warmth in his voice.

zhongli cherishes you as if he’s waited a thousand years for you.  in the back of his head afraid that if he’s any more present then he might break you, as if he would ever capable of doing something like that –

he’ll have your thighs around his waist, body above your own and mouth leaving fleeting pressures along your neck

each time his lips press into your skin, he leaves sweet words behind.

he only wishes to enjoy the moments he has with you, so long as you enjoy yourself as well.  zhongli will be attuned to your preferences, and take delight in spoiling you rotten – even if he might be a bit unorthodox with his speech, his sentiment is never in question. 

[erodasfishtacos]

omg loved that blurb!! now i would like to see y/n being bossy in the company, like what if she had a shitty day and she’s in the worst mood and just wants to see her husband (they’ve been married for like 2 months) for a while and then go home and relax but an employee is acting up and she just straight ass fires them !! and the employee is like “you don’t even have the authority to do that” and she goes like “oh i do, all of this is also mine” and harry is just watching her and gets soooo turned on

Actually She Can (mini blurb)

In all of YN’s time. She’d only fired one employee and that one alone. She’s not a business women despite owning fifty percent one of the biggest companies on the earth.

YN isn’t ever in the office for more than an hour and it’s never for anything other than to visit Harry or bring him lunch.

They’d been married for about two years at this point.

It’d been a rough day and she knew seeing Harry would make it better.

She had to pop into the urgent care due to slicing her hand while cutting watermelon. Resulting in four stitches on her left palm.

Then someone tapped their car right into YN’s bumper and even though there was only a chip of paint missing - the man was freaking out because he’d worried he’d get kicked off his insurance for hitting a £200,000 Bentley SUV.

YN had reached her limit for the day - which only occurs once in a blue moon. Harry was the only one who could relax her.

Plus he wanted to see her to kiss her hand better - if they’re being honest.

The lower level is bustling with hectic people in business suits and dresses. Like they’re all running late for something.

She manages to get onto the top level, Harry said he was just about done with a meeting in the conference room and to relax - maybe get a coffee from the break room and he’ll meet her in there.

YN does that, there was nice, expensive machine - that one that you could choose espresso, cappuccino, etc…

When the hot chocolate is brewing, a broader man steps into the room with her. She notices when he fixes his hair self-consciously.

He attempts to come off casual, “Hey there, are you new around here?”

“No, I’m not,” YN says shortly, not in the mood to deal with a sleazy dude in a suit too tight for him.

“I can show you around…” The man tries again, he leans against the counter and is a bit too much in her personal space.

“Can you step back? You’re too close,” YN grits with frustration, leveling up to the man.

He takes just one step back and puts his hands up, “Jeez, I’m just trying to be nice.”

She can’t handle this chauvinistic asshole, “No, I don’t want you to show me around. I truly do not want anything you have to offer me, so please leave me alone.”

Neither of them see Harry standing by the door, his instant reaction was to jump in but when he sees the fire in his wife’s eyes - he knows she has this handle.

“Good, I wasn’t interested anyways, bitch,” The man snaps, automatically defensive now that he’s gotten blatantly turned down.

Harry bristles but stays silent.

“I hope you weren’t interested in keeping your job. You’re fired,” YN hisses, staring him down with nothing but fury in her eye.

Harry is not ashamed to admit he was hard.

His wife was so fucking hot it didn’t make any sense. He wanted to press her up against that counter and….

The man barks out a laugh, “Who the fuck do you think you are? You can’t fire me.”

Bingo. Harry’s turn.

“Actually she can.”

They both look over to him. YN with relief and Caleb with horror that his boss had obviously overheard the conversation.

“Caleb, I’d love for you to meet your other boss. My wife, Y/N Styles,” Harry’s voice is playful as he sends a subtle wink at his wife.

“I’m a-am so sorry,” Caleb stammers, not so tough anymore.

“H, can you give him the information for HR for unemployment? I’ll meet you in your office,” YN hums, flicking Caleb one last hostile look.

Harry is just….fuck. He can’t even explain the want he feels for the women in front of him.

—-

After dealing with Caleb, Harry is rushing back to his office.

Harry opens the office to his wife sitting on the one leather sofa with an annoyed expression.

He’s not embarrassed when the first words from his mouth are, “Get your arse over here, need t’fuck you. Now.”

[misschifuyu]

hii <3

i would like to request a headcanon with kazutora, chifuyu mitsuya having sex with their s/o please? if it's too much feel free to ignore it :)

thanks <33 have a nice day/night

- hi there my love !! don’t worry, this request is absolutely fine, and it’s actually the first full nsfw one so I do hope you like it

Kazutora, Chifuyu and Mitsuya general n/sfw headcanons

genre: smut. the characters are depicted as their present selves

warnings: explicit content & language.

Kazutora

jumping right into it, i feel that kazutora is more on the make love side rather than blowing your back out. sure, if you asked him to be rough on an odd day, he'd happily comply. he's just more on the softer side

this is mostly due to his past; he knows what he's capable of, even after all those years since his toman days, so he'd be very precautious not to hurt you in any way

you'll know when he's needy, like you just will. kazutora will turn ever to touchy and try to remain as close to you as possible when he's trying to get you into bed

he doesn't really need words, but he'll speak if you ask him to

"i...really need to be inside you"

don't think this translates as skipping foreplay, though

very much the opposite. kazutora loves feeling up on your soft skin, leaving faint marks with his teeth that would gradually turn into darker shades of purple

he quite likes marking you up, it's really the only thing that could be mildly classed as rough, as he'd frequently leave teeth marks. he adores hearing your voice when he'd catch you off guard with a particularly harsh bite, squirming beneath him

this man is an avid lover of giving oral

he won't turn down a blowjob, but he'd sometimes feel a little awkward whenever you did. he'd ease into it after a few minutes, but he still preferred pleasuring you instead

between your thighs is his favourite place to be, no matter the time of the day. whether you're laying on your back or hovering over his face, kazutora will keep you there for a good while, voicing out praises at you as he basked in your reactions

if his tongue wasn't too occupied, of course

"god, i just can't get enough of you"

make sure to praise him just as much. he absolutely loves hearing loving nicknames from you whenever you tell him how much of a good job he's doing

it gets him even more riled up, and would frequently grind himself against whatever surface you were on

speaking of surfaces, though the bed is the most convenient place to indulge in you, kazutora isn't picky about the location, so long as it's somewhere inside

he's been known to take you whilst you watched a movie, on a counter as you waited for food to cook, even up against a wall when he couldn't be bothered to make it all the way to the bed

as long as he gets to watch your face twist into one of pleasure, he really couldn't care less where it was

a key point when having sex with kazutora: pull his hair

it can be in a ponytail or loose, doesn't matter; he will let out the prettiest moans ever if you just so tugged gently on his locks

it's a sensitive spot of his, so be sure to use it wisely. it'll take him some self control to not go absolutely feral on you if you do, so its best you tell him it's okay to let go before you play with his hair

whenever you start reaching your high, no matter if he's over or behind you, he will bury his face into your neck and suck on the skin, emphasising the already noticeable marks

during aftercare - because this man will pamper you after a session, no matter how long or short it was - he will trace over the marks with light kisses, asking if any of them were still sore

and, of course, a shower will be waiting for you as soon as he's done with that. it's a perfect excuse to spend so more time pressed up against you; a double win, in his eyes

Chifuyu

let's get one thing straight: chifuyu is ready to get it on with you whenever and, frankly wherever. it doesn't take much to get him all needy and, more times that not, he will approach you with the intention of getting in your pants, no matter what you were doing

of course, he will ask if you're up for it, too - consent is key, people

see, he's a very touchy, affectionate person. he loves being around you and will take up any chance to be near you. sometimes, though, this need to be close to you will escalated into something more. even if you were simply cuddling, chifuyu will, occasionally, start to feel his pants getting a little too tight for comfort

when things get going, he is an absolute sweetheart. treating you with care, he will melt into your lips, hands roaming around your body. he's not very talkative during foreplay, but that's mostly because his mouth is usually occupied

however, once your clothes have been discarded, something with click inside of him, making his only goal to leave you in an absolute mess by the time he was done with you

littering your skin with kisses and subtle bites, he will run his hands along your sides, causing goosebumps on your skin that he'd always notice, a sly smile on his lips whenever he did

he's a tease. whilst you try and push your hips towards him, he will simply place kisses on your skin near the area you most needed him to touch

you're going to actually have to tell him what you want before you loose sight of the playful smile that hung on his lips

"that's it...wasn't that hard to ask, now was it?"

chifuyu will get right to the point once he drops his teasing act, though, and expect a good two to three orgasms before he decides he's done with you

when it comes to positions, he likes those in which he can be closest to you. skin on skin is his favourite feeling, and the closer his face can be to yours, the better

when he's pounding into you, he'll bring a hand up to your face. he'd hold it softly, contrasting from his rough pace, and whisper out a series of praises

"you look so pretty like this...does it feel that good? tell me, i want to hear your voice"

a fun thing about chifuyu is that he's a switch, a big one at that. if you find the impulse to flip him onto his back, or simply take over, he will automatically slip out of his position in charge

this is when you'll be able to hear his pretty voice. although he will start with small whimpers here and there, by the time he's edging towards his orgasm he will let out a string of soft moans, grabbing onto you in any way he can as he does

when he reaches his orgasm, his grip will keep you in the position you were in, his body stiffening up as his eyes would close shut

this will be applied whether he's in control or not, honestly. chifuyu loses most of his focus when he's nearing his high, only having enough to call out your name

he may be shorter than most of the guys, but he has one hell of a stamina. one round will never be sufficient for him, and he'd certainly be up to waiting for you to calm down until the next one if it meant he could make you - and himself - see stars again

this will be when, as well as during aftercare, he will give you soft kisses against your skin, massaging areas such as your stomach and thighs as he'd let out hums of happiness

as said before, he's a sweetheart. sure, sometimes you'd be sore after being with him, but he'd always make it up to you with the most perfect cuddling session afterwards

Mitsuya

mitsuya is very skilled with his hands, as shown by his talent when it comes to designing and creating magnificent fashion pieces

watching him work is quite the sight, and even more so if you're familiar with other wonders he's able to do with those fingers of his

but, to start off, know that it will take him some determination to start anything up with you

he's a busy man with a lot on his mind, so it would take him a bit to hold himself back from just jumping on you because of the growing stress that had built up throughout the day

he's a respectful man and, therefore, will take his time and look for subtle hints to see if perhaps you'd follow his lead

when you catch his drift, though, he will be all hands on you

sex is a perfect way to wind down from his hectic schedule, and he couldn't ask for anyone else better to do it with rather than you

oral is key during foreplay. he will start by making his way down on you, his voice speaking words of appreciation between the kisses he'd place on your skin

watching you writhe from the position between your legs was something he thoroughly adored, your body jerking with every skilled move from both his mouth and his fingers

after a good few minutes of pulling his hair and high pitched moans from your behalf, he will lift himself away from you. this will be your turn to switch up places

and also when you'd see the truly, needy mitsuya

you see, he has very, very sensitive skin. his neck, his chest, his waist...with simple touches of your hand, you can reduce him to a squirming mess

when he's the one receiving oral, he will absolutely lose any sense of straightforward thinking, especially if you run your hands on his thighs whilst you peer up at him through your lashes

his moans are like music to your ears. he won't speak much, unable to actually form words as he shivers from the feeling of you between his legs, but his hand on your head will be enough to tell you that you're doing a good job

if he's sat up whilst you give him the blowjob, expect to be pushed down as soon as he reaches his orgasm. he tends to curl over when he does, his whole body turning into a trembling mess

he will make up for accidentally making you gag, though. in the sense that you won't be able to walk straight for the next few days

he may be sensitive, but he also isn't one to go slow when it comes to intercourse. he will also go for a few rounds, loving how you'd come undone before him every time

hold on to him when he does: the feeling of your nails digging into his back whenever he's on top of you always makes him pick up his speed, and he loves the marks that would appear afterwards

it was a way to know that he was taking good care of you

mitsuya isn't one to talk dirty, but he will shower you with loving comments during aftercare. he'd trace your skin with his fingers as you lay on his chest, both equally as tired and worn out

his sex drive is high, but so is his love for you

so he'd always prepare a bath for you afterwards, where he'd try and keep you awake with soft kisses and talking to you whilst you enjoyed the warm water

[twinklelilstarkey]

Breaking Point - Matthew Tkachuk

Words: 1.9k+

Type: Angst and Fluff

Summary: Matthew is always one to swallow his feelings and act as if he’s totally okay, but, in reality, even he has a breaking point.

Warnings: Breaking down over exhaustion and other life problems. Very sad Matty. (Y/N's gender is not really mentioned in this)

Throughout your relationship, you don't think you've ever seen or even heard Matt cry. It's not like you haven't seen him sad, or mad enough to the point of possible tears, because you have, yet you have never actually seen him cry. And that is because he's usually one to swallow his emotions and hide his true feelings.

You're very against that whole thing. You hate the fact that he does it automatically and doesn't even see a problem with it.

You've already felt and seen what happens when people bottle up their emotions, and there hasn't been one time where it ended well. Therefore, you don't want that to happen to Matt.

Even though you spend most of your time taking care of stuff for college, you live with your boyfriend, go to his home games, and when not together, you're always texting. So, you're confident when you say that you know that man like the palm of your hand.

You know stuff in the team has been tough. Lately, Matt has been coming back from morning skates absolutely exhausted, to the point of falling asleep right as he sits or lays down and just dragging himself through the hallways of your home throughout the day. 

But even with being tired with work, you know something went down with his friends.

For the past 2 weeks he hasn't left the house for his usual Friday and Sunday nights out with the boys, nor do you see him talk to anyone on his phone. You assume that what happened was that they argued and that it was a really bad argument. But even though it is something that all friends go through, as it keeps on going, day after day of radio silence in his friend group, you start feeling awful for him.

You've tried to carefully pull him away from this shell he has been creating, where he doesn't speak that much nor is he as loving as usual. But every time you do that, he just walks away to distance himself from you as if scared to blow up on you with all his overflowing emotions.

So, with that, you've decided to just keep an eye on him at all times possible, and seem as vacant as student-y possible, just so whenever he would need you, you can be there.

You don't push him to talk about his feelings, or even talk at all. Sometimes you do test him by asking for a hug, which he always gives you, and you would be lying if you said that your heart didn't tighten at how long he has been holding you for, lately.

Now, you're sitting on the living room couch, laptop on your lap as you work on a paper that you've decided to do earlier than normal. Matt is out for his morning skate, but he should be almost home.

You scroll through the website that you're using to get some help for your project and soon the loud sound of the front door opening is heard.

Excitingly, you throw your laptop to the side and do a little run over to the archway of the living room to welcome Matt home, but the sight stops you from both moving and talking.

Matthew’s gaze is stuck on the floor as he takes his shoes off and throws his gear bag down to the ground. He lets out a sniffle and quickly brings his hands up to his face.

He seems like he hasn't noticed you yet. But you decide not to break the silence, and just step a little closer to him.

Matt scrubs his face harshly with his hands, laying them over the top of his head as he lets out a loud sigh, eyes still on the ground. Now as he rises his head ever so slightly to look at his and your stuff, you notice his eyes glistening with the light and appearing to be slightly red.

"Matty." You whisper softly.

Thankfully, your voice doesn't startle him. He looks over to his side, over to you, and your breath quickens as you itch to comfort him.

"Are you okay?" You ask, silently and softly.

His hands fall from the top of his head to his sides and he takes another deep breath, almost as if recomposing himself.

Without using any words or doing any possible sound, he simply answers you with a shake of his head.

His answer is enough for you to lift your feet from the carpeted floor of the living room and walk across the lobby to get to him.

Matthew turns his body to face you and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his head down slowly to you as you pull him into a tight hug. His arms don't hesitate to wrap around you either.

His hold is tight yet secure. His breathing has become heavier as he leans his face closer to your neck, now breathing through his mouth. His arms are shaking around you and hold him even tighter as you feel it.

Your hand lays over the curls at the back of his head, caressing them as you squeeze him just as tight, closer to you.

His fingers grip tightly into the shirt you’re wearing and he closes his eyes as tears start to burn them.

Your vacant hand, the one that isn't playing with his hair, lays across his shoulders, moving your thumb to caress him softly. You press a kiss to the side of his head and stay silent.

All you want to do is make him feel okay. To provide him the safety he’s always able to give you at your worst. To make him feel as loved as you feel when he takes care of you.

So you don’t talk, don’t force him to tell you anything. If he wants to stay in the silence, you’ll stay like this for as long as he needs.

The two of you stay like that for some time, silent and just holding each other right by the door of your home.

After some minutes, you lean your cheek away from the side of his head and you bring your hand over to Matt's face. He lifts his head from your shoulder and your heart breaks at the sight of his wet cheeks.

You wipe his tears away and take a look at his face, which doesn't have its usual happy glow but holds a pair of sad eyes and a soft scowl.

You press a kiss on his cheek and pull him into the hug again, which he welcomed back by taking his previous place against your neck.

"I've got you." You whisper onto the side of his head, close to his ear.

(...)

Hours later, you climb back to bed with a tall glass of water in your hand, and, carefully, you throw the covers back over your legs.

Matthew is asleep beside you. You already knew he was exhausted when he got home, but it didn't fail to hurt you when you saw how quickly he fell asleep when he laid down.

You two didn't talk much. You did most of the talking, honestly. You suggested to go sit down but he looked so tired when you looked up at him that you just took him to bed instead.

You laid down beside him, hand resting on his cheek, wiping off any evidence of tears while whispering to him softly: "It's okay." and "I love you so much".

Your words had the purpose to maybe calm him down, give him some sort of comfort, or even motivate him to talk. But right as your hand traced under his eyes, he closed them and soon fell asleep.

Even though it has been hours, you haven't been able to leave his side. Maybe it's because you're scared that he'll wake up without you beside him, for some reason.

You put your glass down on your nightstand and take a quick look at your phone, ignoring any notifications, just focusing on the time.

It's almost time for dinner.

Matthew shifts a bit beside you and you snap your eyes back to him.

"Hi..." You whisper, smile prominent in your tone.

Matt blinks his eyes open and he frowns a bit at his surroundings. You put your phone back down and turn to lay on your side, to him.

"What time is it?" He asks, voice groggy from sleep.

"Almost time for dinner."

His head falls back on his pillow and you automatically bring your hand to his now frizzed messy curls. Matthew leans against your palm and you smile, leaning over to press a kiss on his forehead.

Matt's hand lays lazily over yours as you give him a kiss.

Right as you pull away, he stares up.

"Do you feel any better?” You ask him in a whisper.

He gives you a nod and you give him a smile.

“I can go make you dinner if you’re hungry already.” You tell him while twirling a strand of his hair with your fingers.

He shakes his head a bit before talking.

“No, you don’t need to.” He says, “We can order in.”

“Are you sure?” You ask him, looking at him in the eyes, “It could make you feel better.”

“I know” He nods before scooting over closer to you, “But I just want to lay here with you for a little longer.”

Before you can say anything to answer him, he leans his head against your chest and wraps one of his arms over your waist to have you closer to him.

Your hand stops moving over his curls as he does it and you stare down at him for a few seconds. When feeling him squeeze your body slightly, you lay your cheek over the top of his head, arms crossed over his shoulders, around his neck, hugging him back.

Matthew closes his eyes at the feeling of your arms going back around him and a little sigh escapes his chest, almost as if in relief.

You hold him silently, finding yourself closing your eyes as well. And right as you were about to drift over to your day-dreaming world, Matt’s voice stops you from going in further.

“I love you so much.” He whispers. “Thank you... For doing this.”

A small smile appears over your lips as you reopen your eyes and you plant a kiss over his hair.

“I love you just as much, Matty.” You say with a slightly playful tone at the nickname. “Maybe a little bit more. But just a teeny tiny bit.”

Matt’s lips curve up in a small grin and even though you can’t exactly see it, you give him another squeeze of reassurance.

“And there’s no need for you to thank me.” You tell him, voice slightly muffled from your face still being lost in the blonde strands. “You always do this for me. Just returning the favor.”

His body shakes a little with a singular chuckle and you smile at it. He snuggles his face into your chest and you smile as he moves it from side to side as if to find the perfect spot.

“Can we talk about it when I wake up?” He asks, voice muffled, again.

“About...” You drag out the word to start your question, “Your day?”

“Yeah.” He whispers doing a little quick nod.

“Of course.” You tell him.

“I just feel like I need to talk about it.” He tells you.

You smile at his words and your heartbeat quickens a little at his sudden feel to talk about everything. It feels so... surreal. In a good way, of course.

“I'll be right here when you're ready to talk about it.”

Matthew's smile reappears and he presses a kiss over your shirt at the middle of your chest as if as a way to thank you, again.

You lay there in the silence for a few seconds and a little light flashes in your head as you rethink his words.

“Hold on. Did you just say that you're going back to sleep?” You ask.

“Yap.” He says with a playful tone.

“But what about din-”

“Goodnight, babe.” He says and you giggle at him and his tone, making him smile widely against you.

You smile as your giggles calm down and Matthew has the same exact smile over his face. There is no way you’re going to be able to pull him away from you, your heart is too full with his affection.

Late dinner it is.

A/N.: Hope this is good!! Started to write this when the trades happened and everyone on Tumblr was feeling bad for Matty not having some of his friends in the team anymore, so, I decided to write this. 

Also, I still think he deserves WAY better.

[mircoluv]

when he loved me ✿ diluc x gn!reader

Characters included: Diluc

Rundown: Through the seasons, you stayed with Diluc. But on his 18th birthday, tragedy struck. That’s when he began drifting away from others, including you.

Cw: Angst, Death mention

At the age around fifthteen, that's when Diluc had encountered you in the outskirts of Mondstadt. You were strolling around the forests, picking out the yellow ripe berries off of bushes and placing them in your basket.

“It isn’t very safe here. It’s best if you come back to the city.” He says, “There are camps around these parts.” He was surprised when you continue to pick up berries, not worried at all by his words.

“Hmm, yeah. But I’m almost finished. I just need enough berries for her.” You went to the other bush and began doing the same thing you’ve been doing for the past hour.

“Why are you picking so many berries, may I ask?” He follows suit from where you were. As a Knight he had to protect the people of Mondstadt including you if any potential harm comes in.

“For Noelle, my friend. She wants to concoct a new recipe. Something called “Lighter-Than-Air Pancakes.” Sounds pretty good to me don’t you think?” You ask Diluc which he slowly nods. Lighter than air pancakes did sound pretty good to him.

“She needs to practice and tinker the recipe though. So that’s why I’m picking so many berries for her to practice.” You look down at your basket and nod to yourself.

“I have enough now, wanna come back to the city with me?” You smiled but didn’t wait for his response, you just kept walking back to the city and you knew he was behind walking with you.

After that interaction with him about the berry picking, you found yourself meeting up and talking with Diluc but usually after his work as a Knight. Though, he would occasionally slip off from his duty to make a conversation with you for 5 minutes.

He discovered that your friend, Noelle, was actually a tiny girl who dreamt of being a Knight herself. He helped you alongside Noelle into making the light pancakes with a few playful duels with spatulas here and there.

Not only did he learn about the people around you, he learned more about you. You were a resident in Springvale and spent most of your time wandering around the outskirts, exploring around Mondstadt and what it had to offer. You weren’t a vision holder nor an adventurer, you just loved the look of your region.

As years pass by, you have gotten closer to Diluc and had the opportunity to meet Crepus when visiting the Dawn Winery. You also stumbled across Kaeya and became friends with him and teased Diluc together.

Diluc was the happiest during this time with you and his family and friends. His smile brought you to smile along with him as you both strolled around Mondstadt hand in hand.

On his eighteenth birthday, it was when everything changed between Diluc and with everyone he grew a connection with. Everything you have been building up with Diluc, soon crumbling down into dust.

You ran with Kaeya to where the others were saying where Diluc and his father were at. The puddles splashed as you stomped hard on them, trying to get to Diluc after hearing the tragedy that struck today.

You saw the wagon coming into your view with Crepus and Diluc on the ground together. Crepus leaning on the wagon with blood bleeding on his clothes. You only watch next to Kaeya as Diluc mourns silently for his father. The father that Diluc loved so dearly. He was now gone.

The maids of Dawn Winery were suggesting you visit Diluc after what happened to him earlier today. You automatically agreed to this and thank them for letting you see Diluc. You were worried about him and desperately wanted to see him because you knew how much Diluc adored his father. He would mention his father in earlier conversations and you always catch on the glisten in his eyes when he talks about Crepus.

When you opened the door to Diluc’s room, he was sitting on the edge of the bed looking down at nothing in particular. His hands were shaking as he clasped them together and attempted to stop the trembling.

“Diluc..” You spoke out and received no response or any shift in him. You sat next to him and saw how his eyes were the dullest they have ever been. No emotion was left on him until his lips began to tremble and his eyes started to get watery.

“Oh, Diluc..” You whisper and instinctively went to wrap your arms onto the poor boy. He broke down and tightly held on to you, afraid that you’ll leave if he lets go. He muffles a scream of anguish and sobs on your shoulder in his dark room. You rub his back as you let him release everything he’s been bottling up.

“I know this is a hard time for you.” You wipe his tears with your thumbs the moment they fall on his cheek, “It’s not your fault in any way.”

When his sobs turned into sniffles, he asked if you could stay with him for the night. He didn’t think he’ll sleep either way but he just wanted you near him for tonight.

“Sleep tight,” You kiss his forehead, “Goodnight, Diluc.” You pulled the covers over you and him with your hand entwined with his under the covers.

He looks at you as you had fallen asleep before him. Diluc was grateful he had someone like you to be with him. He loved you so much and every moment you and him have been together. He never verbally expressed his love to you but he knew that people would catch on. His father would even tease him about Diluc courting you.

Remembering his father’s death brought pain in his chest for the scene replays in his mind each time he shuts his eyes in attempt to fall asleep. It still hasn’t felt real to him of his father dying today. It all feels like a nightmare that he’ll wake up to see his father still breathing and at the Angel’s Share.

“Diluc left the Knight of Favonius?” You ask in shock. After staying with Diluc last night, you woke up alone with no note or letter left behind. The maids had no idea where Diluc went either and were extremely worried about him.

You caught up with Kaeya in the morning to see if he had seen Diluc or not. Fortunately he did see Diluc at the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. Though, it was the last time he would ever step foot in the headquarters as a Knight.

The vision that Kaeya had attached on his clothing didn’t go unnoticed to you and you congratulated him for it. “A cryo vision! When did you get this?” You ask as you eyed at the glowing teal orb.

He slightly winced before replying, “I woke up with it on my hand. Who knows? Maybe the gods thought I was a pretty sleeper and acknowledged it.” He smirks and you playfully slapped his arm.

“I’m going to look for Diluc. I’ll see you later, Kaeya.” You wave goodbye and went to Angel’s Share to see if he was there. He was nowhere to be found in the tavern and there weren’t any traces of him in there. The town folks didn’t know where he was either when you began asking around until you came across one of the knights patrolling the opening to Mondstadt.

“I saw Diluc leave the city and go outside when I was walking to my spot here. Though, I don’t know which direction he went.”

You thank him and went ahead to start looking for Diluc and think of all the possible places he could be staying at. You checked to see if he had returned to the Dawn Winery but no luck. Next you went to your town of Springvale and ask anyone there if they saw him. Again, no one knew where he went.

Relief came rushing in you when you found Diluc sitting down under the massive oak tree by himself in Windrise. The winds blew his long red strands along with the leaves of the tree. It was quiet and calm with the only sound of you rustling to sit down next to him.

“Hey,” You greeted him with a smile, “How are you feeling?”

He sighs defeatedly, “The Ordo Favonius are poisoned chalice.” He leans his head on the tree bark, looking up at the leaves above him.

You stay silent and watch the leaves with him, some of the leaves falling down slowly to the dirt. You stayed like this with him for who knows how long. Just you and him, together.

“You should leave me,” He finally speaks out, “Pretend you don’t know me, act like we never met.”

“What..?” You ask breathlessly and suddenly the quietness of Windrise didn’t felt relaxing anymore. It felt suffocating and unbearable. You look at him to see anything out of the ordinary, there was nothing.

“We should just leave this here and never come back.” He gets up and leaves you by yourself and continues to walk to Dawn Winery without looking back at you. You shake your head and came running after him, you were confused, scared, everything was so out of the blue.

“Diluc, what’s wrong?” You ask.

“Nothing.” he chokes out, “I just want us to go on our separate ways.”

You stand there completely baffled and unknowing Diluc’s silent tears falling on the grass.

After years of what happened at that day, you abided what Diluc told you years ago. You tried to get a word out of him back then, trying to find the reason for his sudden request. But he only gave you the most vagues of answers and went by his days.

You found out that he did this to everyone. He drifted off from everyone and sheltered himself from everyone and his relationships with them. He didn’t want to rebuild any relationships he had with the people he grew up with.

After leaving the Knights, he became the owner of Angel’s Share after his late father. Taking care of the paperworks and inheriting the Dawn Winery.

You stayed the same as being a resident of Springvale and strolling around the areas of Mondstadt. This time, no one to be next to you. You would occasionally go inside Angel’s Share but never spoke to him when he was working. He never spoke to you either, and it seems like it was always going to be like this.

You were helping Sara from Good Hunter to delivering orders from people to different places outside of the city. When returning to Good Hunter after successfully bringing in an adventurers food, you notice the Cat’s Tail message board.

Curiously, you got closer and decided to see what messages people have left anonymously and what kind of advice Cat’s Tail had to bring in. You read one about a person who doesn’t have the greatest luck for everything that came into their way. As you read others messages, you came across one that was more melancholy than the others.

It reads:

Even I sometimes reminisce about the carefree and happy days of the past. The warmth of the Knights, my friends, my love, my father…Everything was perfect. But one can never return to the past.

For the sake of the future, I cannot keep on dreaming in memories. Or should I say, someone has to wake up to face the darkness before dawn so that others may continue to dream.

Rationally, I know there are some things one must let go, yet emotionally this is much harder to do. Sometimes my heart is agonized by this.

But my heart especially burns in remorse when I recall the past of a person I held close in my young age. They never changed from the person they were in the past, and I can’t help but ponder what it would’ve been like if I haven’t step down from them. Would have they held me close to their heart when I felt lonely? Or is that too much for one to ask for…?

You knew deep down that this letter was from Diluc. Every detail can be resembled from his past but now you got to see what he truly has been feeling this whole entire time. He missed you, his friends, his father, he missed everything.

You rub away the pools of tears forming in your eyes and turn your heel towards the Dawn Winery. You had to tell Diluc everything you’ve been wanting to tell him. Tell him that you loved him even now, tell him you’re here for him, and most importantly tell him you weren’t be leaving him until death decides so. And you would even say you would resist death with all your strength. You only wish for to be with Diluc.

So when you saw Diluc on his balcony of the winery, you couldn’t stop yourself from telling those three words of declaration.

Because when Diluc loved you, you loved him.

a/n: hahahah this was longer than expected my goodness! anyways i am terrible at writing angst i realize this after i was mid way into writing this T_T i was going for angst/no comfort but i don’t know howwwww to make it super angsty. ik other writers that got me feeling like that pedro pascal meme and i love them for that