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star-oni-stimz · 6 months
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~☆Shark/Human Hybrid alter stimboard requested by Blood Moon System☆~
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twisted-lies · 1 year
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༊·˚ Food Themed Belphagor Instagram Board :: Requested by 👑❤ Anon
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super-island-edits · 2 years
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winter themed mae moodboard for anon!
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audiokinhelp · 2 years
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Names + Pronouns for Catboo!
Hope you enjoy,  👑🐾 anon!
Names that mean snow/Winter/ice: - Ivy - Noelle - Douglas - Frost - Cypress - Juniper - January - Wren - Alpine Names that mean warmth/comfort: - Aiden - Cole - Cyrus - Ember - Apollo - Clyde - Levi - Milo - Eir Names that mean mystery: - Rune - Calliope - Hades - Lotus - Leto - Whisper Neopronouns: - h*/h*m/h*s/h*s/h*mself - ?/?/?s/?s/?self - cold/cold/colds/colds/coldself - blank/blanket/blankets/blankets/blanketself - hug/hug/hugs/hugs/hugself - mask/mask/masks/masks/maskself - ci/cipher/ciphers/ciphers/cipherself - rae/raven/ravens/ravens/ravenself - 👁️/👁️/👁️s/👁️s/👁️self - purr/purr/purrs/purrs/purrself -  █/███/███s/███s/███self
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cieloclercs · 7 months
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congrats on your 1K you deserve it‼️‼️
when you have the time could you write for lewis hamilton + nepo!reader ( male or female ) who is an actress / actor?
king of my heart — lewis hamilton
pairing. lewis hamilton x nepo baby!actress!reader
genre. social media au
face claim. gigi hadid
warnings. mentions of age gap, swearing, some online hate, lewis and reader are literally the hottest couple ever, daniel lowkey trolling lando, sex jokes ??, mixed up met gala years sorryyyy, some inaccuracies with race outcomes shshsh
author’s note. hello anon! thank you for being my first request for my 1k event 🥰 i wasn’t sure if you wanted an imagine style thing or not so i’ve gone for a social media au. hope that’s ok ! if not just let me know and i can redo this for you <3
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yourusername when he takes you on a romantic getaway to a private beach island after being away for a month 🥹🥹 lewishamilton i love u bby 💕
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lewishamilton Only the best for my Queen 🤍
yourusername 😘😘
username stopppp they’re so adorable 😭😭
username WHEN IS IT MY TURN
danielricciardo get yourself a man who’ll spoil you even though you literally have a higher net worth than him 🤩🤩🤩
yourusername i highly recommend it x
username danielricciardo you looking for a sugar daddy? 👀
danielricciardo why you offering? 😏
username DANNY WTF 😭
landonorris me and who? 👀
danielricciardo your right hand
landonorris wow
username what is in the air in australia today 😭
username sis is winning at life 😔
username wdym lewis is the one who should count himself lucky 🤷‍♀️
username bc his girlfriend’s a nepo baby who’s never worked a day in her life? don’t think so but ok 😂😂
username WOAH WOAH WOAH
username you come for y/n you’ll have to get through ME FIRST BITCH 🔪🔪🔪
username girlie woke up and chose violence yeesh
username you did not just claim an OSCAR WINNING ACTRESS have never worked a day in her life oh my god 😭
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username lewis out here defending y/n from the haters 🥹 where can i find a man like that??
zendaya the cutest couple 😍
yourusername thank you my love 😘
tomholland2013 ?? 🤨
yourusername 😐🖕
username team y/ndaya button >>>
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lilymhe oooh la laaa 😍😍
yourusername my girl 😚
username imagine being able to say you’re dating THE y/n y/l/n i’d never fucking shut up about it
username it’s a good job lewis doesn’t shut up about it then 😭
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themetgalaofficial This year’s hottest couple, award-winning actress Y/N Y/L/N and seven-time Formula 1 World Champion, Sir Lewis Hamilton, grace the Met Gala red carpet 🤍
username she’s everything. he’s just ken.
username you did not just call LEWIS HAMILTON ‘just ken’ 😭
username she doesn’t deserve him 🤢🤢
username seriously what does he see in her?? she’s completely talentless. the only reason she’s managed to land ANY acting job is because of her father. she’s a fucking fraud. 🙄
username no need for the negativity honey, lewis still isn’t going to fuck you x
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username SHE DID NOT 😭😭 WHAT AN ICON
username omg y/n looks like a goddess 😍 and lewis is there too i guess…
username fucking nepo baby. fuck off and blow daddy’s money somewhere else u whore 🖕🖕
username i smell jealousy…
username 😂😂 what’s there to be jealous of?
username maybe the fact that y/n is a thousand times richer and more successful than you will ever be OF HER OWN MERIT…oh and the fact she’s fucking lewis hamilton every night, which you so clearly want to do from the BLATANT jealousy your comments reek of 😘
username ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS
username ma’am, you dropped this 👑
username SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK 🎤🎤
username oh, y/n’s stylist has outdone herself with this one 🤩
username MOM AND DAD
username they’re so 😩😩😩
username i want them both so bad 🫠
username who’s the arm candy in this relationship? 🤔
username i’d say y/n because she’s prettiest…but lewis. it’s definitely lewis.
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username somehow i just know she walks him like a DOG
yourusername thank you for having us ☺️🤍
themetgalaofficial It’s our pleasure 🤩
username yourusername HEY QUEEN
username even the met gala is an y/n fan
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lewishamilton The happiest 4 years with my Queen 🤍 Here’s to forever x
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yourusername the last picture was uncalled for 🥲
yourusername but i love you with everything that i have to give, my champion ❤️
lewishamilton I’m the luckiest man on earth to call you mine 😘
landonorris this is the sappiest shit i’ve ever read.
yourusername stay salty, lando 😚
danielricciardo landonorris it’s ok, mate, we know you’re doomed to be single for life. here if you ever want to talk x
yourusername danny 😭
landonorris ouch.
username SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP WHEN IS IT MY TURN
username they’re so in love it makes my heart hurt
username the third picture is proof Y/N WALKS HIM LIKE FUCKING ROSCOE 😭😭
username ok but WHENS THE PROPOSAL COMING???
username lewishamilton WHEN??
mercedesamgf1 Happy anniversary to our golden couple 🤩
yourusername thank you admin! 🤍 can’t wait to see you in singapore x
mercedesamgf1 We’re looking forward to it 🫶
username i still don’t like y/n but…this is kind of cute
username now that’s character development 👏
username glad you’ve finally realised !!
zendaya happy anniversary, my loves 😍
yourusername thank you sweetie 😘 come visit soon !
sebastianvettel Happy anniversary! 🤍
lewishamilton ❤️
username omg seb interacting on instagram? what is this parallel universe 🫨
username yourusername lewishamilton YOU GUYS LOOKING FOR A DOG BC I CAN BARK
username girl wtf 😭
username when they have kids they’re gonna be the ultimate milf and dilf 🤩
username STOP i need dilf lewis rn 😭
username MY FAVOURITE COUPLE I LOVE YOUUUU 💕
username it literally feels like yesterday that they first got together 😭
username i knowwww how has it been four years already?
username i want what they have 🥹🫶
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yourusername king of my heart 👑
lewishamilton 🤍🤍
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myysaints · 8 months
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hi i hope you’re doing okay! i wanted to know if it’s possible to request something with carlos where he had this crush on y/n who’s a famous actress or singer and is a complete mess when he gets to meet her at a grand prix
thanks if you do it and ps i love your work!!
°˖ ⊹ ꒰ CS55 ꒱ MORE THAN JUST A CRUSH ─ CARLOS SAINZ
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CARLOS SAINZ x f!singer!reader
⌗︙・ summary — your first appearance at the miami grand prix turns heads – catching the eye of one particularly enthusiastic driver in red.
genre — fluff, socmed au, fc: sabrina carpenter
notes — hi anon!! i am doing okay thank u for asking 🌷 and thank you for the ADORABLEEEEEE request!!! love the idea of carlos being this cool suave guy and just utterly melting lol. thank you for your kind words of support <3 hope i did your request justice! (also thinking of making a pt 2 hehe)
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yourusername    miami i am in u ❤️🤰
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user    literally a goddess
user    we need the album !!!!!!!
user    LMFAOOO the caption she is so unserious i love it
user    mother getting a good rest after a SMASHING world tour, deserved ✨
user    y/n going straight to miami after finishing her asia world tour is so random lol 😭😭
user1    i heard she’s going to the f1 race this weekend, maybe that’s why shes there user2    ohhh, makes sense ig. is she even a fan though? user3    dunno, but a ferrari driver liked her pic so good enough i guess 🤣
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revealmoi    UPDATE: The people anon are referring to are NOT Taylor Swift and Fernando Alonso. Lol.
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user    The way Deux had to say that the blind isn’t about TSwift and Alonso LOL
user    “Fast Times” – Y/N L/N’s newest single. “Blonde songstress” – Definitely L/N. “Spicy individual” – ?
user1    the chili emoji was so random lol user2    has to be carlos sainz, smooth operator and chili are both his nicknames user3    hmmm but anon would have specified if the spicy indiv was a driver right? i feel like that’s pretty big info to leave out
user    not carlos liking the post HELLO?????
user    no way this is about carlos and y/n, he doesn’t even follow her 😭
user4    he likes almost all her posts though user5    lmfao liking posts but not following, that’s even shadier imo 💀💀
user    idk man i’m just glad that my girl y/n is finally getting the appreciation she deserves 👑
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You knew attending a Formula 1 Grand Prix would be hectic – after all, you had just ended the Asian leg of your world tour, and Miami was always swarming with press – but you did not expect just how chaotic things would get.
“It’s great being here!” You flashed a bright smile to Martin Brundle, who was currently following you around the pitlane as apart of Sky Sports’s coverage. “Obviously, I’m here to support Ferrari, who have so kindly invited me this weekend, but I’m just really excited to feel the energy and watch the race.”
Martin nods, a sly smile creeping onto his face. “I just have to ask, out of pure curiosity, of course: Is it true that Carlos Sainz personally invited you to attend this weekend’s race?”
You laugh, casting a nervous look to your publicist, who shakes her head with a stern look. You turn back to Martin and the camera, an apologetic look on your face as you recite the statement your agency has prepared for you. “I really don’t know much, it was Ferrari’s PR team who reached out to me, after all. So, whatever the rumours say, just know I’m as clueless as you are!”
That gets a laugh out of Martin, at the very least, and you think that he’s about to leave you alone. However, unfortunately for you, you’ve just reached the Ferrari garage, and are greeted by the sight of none other than Carlos Sainz himself standing at the entrance, chatting with his engineer.
Your publicist almost immediately motions for you to step aside, but Martin is one step ahead of her as he grabs your arm, tugging you along with him as he makes a beeline towards the Spaniard.
“You know what – Why don’t we ask the man himself?” he grins deviously, steadfastly making his way into the Ferrari garage.
You stutter out weak protests, casting doubtful looks to your publicist. But she merely sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, gesturing for you to go ahead with Martin. You shrug, following Martin into the Ferrari garage. Not that you have much of a choice – the presenter seems unshakeable as he heads towards Carlos, who has his back turned, blissfully unaware of the chaos approaching him.
“Carlos! Carlito! My man!”
The Ferrari driver grins, whipping around as Martin claps a hand on his back. “Martin! What brings you to the gara-”
As his gaze shifts from Martin to you, his voice trails off. Time seems to slow – A red heat spreads across his face, and he ducks his head down in a fit of sudden coughs. You stand by Martin’s side with a small smile, extending your hand to offer him a water bottle.
“You okay?” you ask with a teasing smile.
Carlos nods furiously, a large hand reaching out to take the water bottle from you. His fingertips brush yours as he does so, and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He blushes harder at the brief moment of contact, turning his face away from you as he gulps down the water, still spluttering.
Amidst a few weak coughs, he grits out, “Choked on my spit,” before clearing his throat, raising his head to flash you a shy smile.
Martin sends you a knowing smirk, chuckling lowly. “Come on, what happened to being the ‘Smooth Operator’, huh?”
You roll your eyes playfully, returning Carlos’s meek smile with a bright grin. “Oh, lay off him, Martin.”
Turning to Carlos now, you extend your hand with what you hope is your friendliest smile, “Nice to meet you, Carlos! I’m Y/N.”
“I know,” he blurts out, all too quickly. His cheeks flush red, and he clears his throat awkwardly. “I mean, yeah, I know... ‘Cause, well, I like your music. It’s really good.”
Martin cuts in, microphone in hand, “So, Carlos, word ‘round here is that you were the one who campaigned for Y/N to be invited. Is that true?”
Carlos rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, suddenly averting his eyes and avoiding your gaze as he smiles shyly. “I don’t know who told you that… I’ll need to have a chat with the team about adding more privacy clauses in their contracts next time.”
You giggle, and that makes his head snap towards you. “Nothing, nothing, ignore me. That was just hilarious.”
“Ignore you?!” Martin exclaims, practically shoving you towards the Ferrari driver, whose eyes have now almost doubled in size. “Oh, come on, you youngsters. Get to know each other! This isn’t the 1920s, you don’t need an old geezer like me to chaperone you all the time. Get chattin’!”
You send Carlos a teasing smile, to which he shyly returns.
“Well, Carlos,” you bump his hip playfully, “How ‘bout a tour of the garage?”
He nods, leaping up and offering you his hand, ever the gentleman. “Of course, it’d be my pleasure.”
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carlossainz55    That camera looks familiar…🤨
yourusername    drop the .jpg account then we’ll talk user    LOL shes so real for that
user    the forza ferrari hashtag ajdfgshdf shes a true tifosi to the core
yourusername    always! ❤️🌶
landonorris    Ayo where’d that ring come from carlossainz55?
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landonorris    Friendship bracelets (and rings) are always welcome ❤️ carlossainz55    Blocking you. yourusername    reporting you. landonorris    😭😭😭 WHAT’D I DOOOOOOOO
user    NEW JPG ACCOUNT INCOMING???????
user    the way carlos literally manifested this LMFAO
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user    excuse me ms l/n but WHO is that on the third slide !!!!!!
user1    carlos sainz user2    NO WAY…. user3    and another one bites the dust…
user    carlos never beating the simp allegations i fear
user    “To new friends”…. i remember…..
user    i smell a new wag in townnnnnnn !
yourusername    just friends, don’t make it weird please 🤍 user4    LOLLL GIRL YOU TELL EM
user    i know carlos was crying after seeing y/n’s just friends comment lmfao
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sunflowerkiwis · 6 months
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Forever WAG
charles leclerc x reader - part three summary: big news come from you and charles and the fans finally find the answers they've been looking for... feedback is appreciated + requests are open! enjoy xx
part one | part two | part three | part four
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charles_leclerc i love you so much, i don’t even know where to start. for five years, we’ve been here for each other. through ups and downs, you’ve loved me. you’ve dealt with me in my toughest times and in my peaks. you give me the strength i need to get through life and you love me each day no matter what.
here’s to our forever, ma précieuse and my future Mme Leclerc
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yourusername 🎶it’s been a long time coming, but…🎶 here’s our engagement party🤍♥️
words simply cannot describe the ecstasy i feel knowing you’re the one i’ll spend my forever with.
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danielricciardo i wonder who chose that cake😂😂
redbullracing oh no… we’ve lost her😔
user02 CONGRATUALTIONS OMGGGG (but that last slide-)
user04 fr, who’s gonna tell them the honeymoon is AFTER the wedding
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user02 not the whole grid coming after them💀💀
yourbestfriend i guess it’s safe to say you won…
yourusername told ya
user06 ????
user54 okay so charles is gonna write her a whole thought out paragraph and she’s just gonna sit there taking pictures and quote taylor swift…?
user26 what exactly do you gain from sending this?
user54 i’m just saying, don’t think he should be marrying someone who doesn’t appreciate him as much as he does them
user40 babe… where have you been the past five years…
scuderiaferrari our parents🥹🥹
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user36 OMG CONGRATULATIONS I TOLD YALL I CALLED IT OMG YAYYY
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user08 none of us… none of us believed u and now 🥲🥲
yourmomsinsta congrats my babies 🥰🥰
user22 omg i completely forgot momma yln see these posts. yn your poor mother
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georgerussell it was a pleasure to help with this amazing day, congrats you fools🫶🫶
yn and charles - 26.05.26
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pierregasly hey, i helped too
georgerussell63 you’re literally the best man
charles_leclerc thank you so much mate (but also ow)
yourusername we love you too stupid &lt;3
user84 you just know mans had a whole powerpoint made for them 💀
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yourusername she would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s fucked in the head (the bride was in fact drunk) 🤍💍
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charles_leclerc wow
charles_leclerc hot
danielricciardo you can stay there while i bleach my eyes 🙂🙂
charles_leclerc pls come back :(
pierregasly ouch
carlossainz55 ouch
georgerussell63 ouch
maxverstappen1 ouch
yourusername that's crazy
user24 queen energy right there👑
danielricciardo pls don’t
yourusername 🫥
yourbestfriend my wife😍😍
carlossainz55 🤨🤨
yourusername my darling🥰🥰
charles_leclerc 🤨🤨
yourfriend1 five gorgeous gorgeous girls and a goddess of a bride🫶
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yourbestfriend babe 🤍
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yourfriend3 girls’ weekend with the future mrs. leclerc
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charles_leclerc bachelor’s weekend (two can play this game😉)
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user52 the tag💀
user96 he rlly saw yn thirst trapping and said nonono😭
yourusername damn
yourusername now that’s just mean
charles_leclerc 😉
user58 he took my wife and i can’t even complain
yourbestfriend right??? @yourusername you rlly left us for a banana man????
yourusername what can i say? i like bananas ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
yourbestfriend yeah, HIS
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pierregasly a wild charles enjoying his last few moments of freedom
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yourusername that guy in the middle’s pretty handsome but i will say, that fella on the far left is my favorite
arthur_leclerc he is pretty great isn’t he👀
pierregasly what about the one on the right
yourusername meh
charles_leclerc you two do realize she’s marrying ME right?
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yourusername i’m telling your wife
charles_leclerc handsome guy in those last two photos
yourusername hot.
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yourusername you can’t outdo the doer, baby &lt;3
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user94 them tagging each other and trying to out thirst trap one another is something that probably should’ve been on my bingo card this year
user10 the way it’s like a competition but they still only comment on each others posts to thirst over the other 😭
charles_leclerc it’s always worth the thrill😉
landonorris i’ve refrained from interfering, but i’d like to remind you that there are children and parents here
yourusername babe did you forget to drop him off at daycare again
charles_leclerc i thought you were doing it?
yourusername honey, i’m not back until a few days remember?
charles_leclerc i’m sorry chéri, force of habit. @landonorris get ready, we have to leave soon
landonorris 😐
carlossainz55 yn, vale, can i have my girlfriend back
yourusername she was mine first, wait your turn pepper boy
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yourbestfriend happy wife, happy life ep 1: girls’ post-bachelorette party bachelorette weekend getaway ✨🫶
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user58 yn always serves like that second pic????
user92 these two being couple goals and serving per usual
charles_leclerc lovely♥️
carlossainz55 you look gorgeous querida❤️ both of you. can you please come back now 🥲
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yourbestfriend the bride has spoken
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itsonlydana · 2 months
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"I Didn't Know That I Was Starving Till I Tasted You" | hobbit
➛ pairing: Thranduil x fem!reader 👑
➛ When you get stood up by your date all you want to do is morph with the couch, eat ice cream and watch Pride & Prejudice. It's a shame your roommate/best friend Thranduil doesn't agree with those plans.
➛ warnings/tags: modern!au, roommate!au, friends-to-lovers, chef!thranduil, swf, kissing
➛ words: 9,3k
➛ an: sooo let's ignore that i said i wasn't writing anymore <3 i'm still not taking request but i have a few fics that i'll post over the next few weeks!
🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3
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The sound of keys turning in the lock sounds through your apartment before the door opens and closes, making you wince.
The piano music playing through the expensive stereo system is loud enough that you could blame your reaction for not reacting to it. After a brief moment, a deep voice echoes from the hallway, marked by an incredulous "Huh?" and followed by an urgent "What?" accompanied by hurried footsteps.
"Hello?! What– what are you still doing here? You should be dressed up and in a cab by now!"
Your roommate and best friend Thranduil rushes into the living room, you can see his tall figure out of your peripheral vision.
Not that it would change where he stands.
You don't bother to turn around and continue to hide between the mountain of pillows and blankets you had accumulated on the couch, watching the movie playing on the big screen in front of you.
"Uhh– Mister Bingley arrived from the North," you comment on the happenings of the Bennets' house, a spoonful of ice cream held to your mouth.
Thranduil steps closer, dropping his coat and a bag on the wing chair next to the couch. "What–"
Instead of answering his question, you let the ice cream melt on your tongue, mumbling a "5000 a year?" with a mouth full of chocolate.
"Talk to me, woman!"
"He's single!" you sigh happily and throw a dramatic hand in the air.
Before you can lower it again, Thranduil snaps and snatches your hand, cold fingers wrapping around your wrist and pulling you towards him. Finally, you look up to him and are confronted with your very baffled-looking best friend.
"If you don't tell me why you aren't on the way to the fabulous third date with Marcus-"
"Jake."
Thranduil rolls his eyes at the interruption: "Fine, why aren't you on the third date with Jake right now and instead sulk on the couch watching Pride & Prejudice again? I thought we promised to take a break from watching it anyway."
You push out your lower lip, pouting. "I'm not sulking," you say in a tone so drawn out it completely defiles your statement. Thranduil doesn't say anything, he just lets his gaze slowly wander over the blankets you are buried under, to the half-eaten ice cream bucket to the TV where the Bennet sisters are currently caught eavesdropping on their parents' conversation. He doesn't need words to express himself, the judgment is silent in words but loud in the raise of his dark eyebrow.
"Fine," you groan, admitting defeat. "He canceled."
Thranduil's gaze softens as he sits down next to you on the edge of the sofa and he slowly drops your hand from his grip. "He canceled," he repeats, eyes falling back to the ice cream.
"He canceled," you confirm with a sigh "Just like I predicted- so I don't know why I even bothered to dress up. I even bought that stupid dress just because he wanted to go out to this new fancy Italian place. He canceled and because I waited 15 minutes for him to not show up, standing outside - in the cold might I add- I think I am allowed to sulk a little!"
In the end, you had talked yourself into quite a rage and fall back into the pillows, your arms crossed in front of your chest. "And no, you said I should take a break from watching that movie but since you are not my mother I am allowed to watch whatever!"
You pierce him with a glare but only for a moment before you deflate.
"Sorry for getting all bitchy there," you shuffle around, hands searching for the remote to stop the movie.
"It's alright," Thranduil says and cocks his head. "Now that you are done, am I allowed to go after him and nail his balls to the ground for standing you up?"
A smile tugs on your lips as you shake your head. "No, you are not. I'm sure he has his reasons." The reason wasn't spelled out in the message but after hopping around in the dating scene for a while now, you know what ´I'm sorry but I don't think we really fit. You are a great person though!´ means.
It was nothing new, though it hurt the same as it did the first time.
"Well, unless there was a sudden death in his family I don't see a reason why he couldn't have canceled before the date," he huffs "-you know like a normal person would do"
You shrug your shoulders. "It's done now. Maybe it just wasn't supposed to happen."
"No, it wasn't. Not with a guy like him," Thranduil shakes his head, the long braid of silver blonde hair getting even more disheveled by the movement. "You deserve a man that doesn't cancel, doesn't let you stand outside in the cold!"
"Yes," you sigh again, staring wistfully at the TV "my Mister Darcy."
"He was literally the reason why Elizabeth ran out into the rain and cold," Thranduil responds deadpanned and you throw a pillow in his direction which he elegantly catches.
"I will not stand for this Darcy-hate! Ugh, you are such a bad friend," you whine, "I got stood up and you are making fun of one of the two people who have never let me down.. one person now that you decided to be a meanie!" You once again pout.
This time it works, a little too well because suddenly Thranduil looks at you with that one look of him, the one that breaks through every defense you could build up. He looks at you like you just told him you were dying, all the compassion he can find in his otherwise cold heart spilling out of his cerulean eyes that wander over your face.
"You know you have every right to feel sad about the date not happening," he says carefully, tilting his head slightly in a way that oozes pity, "You were looking forward to it, you even bought a dress for it. Let me cheer you up, I can cook something for you and we can watch a movie later or we can go out and drink until I have to hold your hair in the bathrooms." He smiles softly, sincere and it makes you want to jump up from the couch and hide in your room.
You two didn't do sincere; you bantered, you made jokes on behalf of the other and you most certainly did not comfort each other after a failed date. Your friendship needed lightheartedness, it thrived on sarcasm and arguments about everything and anything that came to your minds.
But the offer is tempting, especially the cooking part. Thranduil is a chef, working in his own restaurant; 'The Green Leaf' and he did a damn good job at it. Most nights, like this one, he comes home and cooks for you because apparently, Goldfish crackers were not as good for your diet as one part of the name misled you to believe and even though you made fun of Thranduils diet as well, fully vegan and with a distaste for anything that made life worth living like chocolate ice cream, he knew exactly how to whip up a meal that had you salivating.
You stare him down, weighing your options. Option one was to remain on the couch where you would shovel the ice cream down until you would inevitably get sick, watching Pride & Prejudice and mourning the never-happening and probably very boring date you would’ve had.
Option two would entail a doubtlessly very delicious meal as well as the possibility of getting drunk as fuck in a bar.
The choice comes easy.
"Okay," you agree and raise a pointed finger at him as a victorious grin spreads on his lips "But-" you wiggle the finger "you will not do this out of pity because I do not need pity from a man!"
Thranduil's grin only seems to grow, lightening up his eyes "No of course not. No pity here. I promise!" He stands up from the couch in a hurry, grabbing the bag he had left on the chair. When you don't move except to reach for the remote again, he shakes his head. "Leave Mr. Darcy for another day, you have to change!"
"Change?" you ask bewildered, looking around the apartment. "I thought you were going to cook here and not at the restaurant. Why would I need to change now?"
Thranduil scoffs, turning his back to you to walk towards the kitchen, his voice growing louder as it's accompanied by the sound of the fridge opening.
"Because I know you spent the entire day planning your outfit. You said you bought a new dress and I will not cook you an entire meal for you to sit there in your sweatpants!" he calls out and you throw your head against the couch with a groan that has Thranduil leaning out of the kitchen door
"You want the food, you follow the chef's orders," he copies the raised finger in your direction "Don't be a brat, get your butt off the couch and into your room before I have to spank you! I'll call you when you can come out."
The threat is met with you sticking your tongue out and one second thinking you could defy the order but that is until he fakes a quick step back into the room and you peel the blankets away squeaking "I'm moving! I'm moving!" while stumbling through the living room. "Jeez"
Despite knowing he would never hurt you the thought of Thranduil spanking you has you blushing a ridiculous amount and you don't turn around so he doesn't see it.
"But just so you know, I will wear the dress but only so I don't have to squeeze myself into it after dinner when we go out!" you yell over your shoulder instead and you swear you hear him chuckle before you slip into your room and close the door behind you.
The sweatpants land on your bed, followed by the sweater you had put on after getting the text message from Jack. You remain in your underwear, which you hadn't been bothered to change and stare at yourself in the mirror of your wardrobe. You are confronted with the blush the spanking comment had left on your cheeks and down your neck, and you scowl at the image.
He is your best friend and roommate.
Get a grip!
The dress you had bought for the date still hangs on the wardrobe door, a short, and black number that wasn't something you would normally wear but when you had stalked the Instagram Account for the place you would’ve eaten at today, nothing already existent in your closet had seemed fitting.
Staring at it now you question the length as well as the relatively deep front and back. After all, this was a normal dinner with your best friend, right? Yes, you would maybe leave for a club or bar after this and you had worn all kinds of clothes for a night out with Thranduil in your company but this dress had been bought for the sole reasons of looking sexy and with the hopes of getting lucky.
You shake the thoughts away and grab the hanger with the dress on.
This was a normal dinner with your best friend and this was just a dress. He had seen you in other skimpy clothes and literally any other form of dressed as well as undressed on several accidental occasions. There is no need to think this over and fall into an endless spiral of doubts.
With a nod to yourself for this mature thinking, wow, aren't you a well-functioning grown-up? – you slip the garment over your head, pinching and twisting the fabric until it sits to your satisfaction.
The hem barely covers your thighs, just doing enough so it wouldn't flash your bottom at the slightest movement but showing enough leg for you to feel powerful. The same was with the deep neckline. Bending forward was not an option, though it would draw eyes on you, hopefully.
You put the discarded jewelry back on again, a subtle choker necklace and a pair of more flashy earrings with - sadly fake- diamonds dangling and catching the light in them. The makeup is done quickly as well, some touches of a brush on your jawline, some lovely shade of lipstick on your lips, the movement of routine flows through your body with no need to really think about it.
After spraying some of your favorite perfume on your neck and behind your ears you wait.
Sitting on the edge of your bed you wait and you definitely don't think back to Thranduil's statement. No. Never.
Maybe a little bit.
Because when he calls out for you a fifteen-minute heads-up, you feel the blush coming back and the suspicion confirms itself at the last look in the mirror. You raise your head, challenging the woman in the mirror with an arch of the eyebrow before walking out the door and into what could only be described as a fever dream.
The living room is dark, the moss green curtains pulled closed except for a small gap where the afternoon sun filters through into the flat. The dining room table is clear from all the jackets, mail and stuff that accumulates throughout the day and week that are usually thrown on it and instead, there are candles.
Candles!
Candles in silver candleholders, like actual burning candles. Next to the expensive-looking candleholders is a vase filled with lavender, full and flourished purple flowers that fill the room with a soft and dizzying smell.
Suddenly you are very glad you are not in your sweats anymore, there is a heat rising in your body and setting your cheeks aflame.
Fidgeting with your hands you quietly step forward into the room to the kitchen, your eyes flittering from the table to the cleaned-up sofas and then you can see Thranduil rushing from the counter to the stove.
His back is turned to you, offering you a view of broad shoulders and arms flexing beneath the white shirt he had changed into, and even worse, the tight black pants he now wears, showing off his long legs and- you look a little higher, checking him out and blushing like it's a guilty pleasure.
Of course, the pants would show off his perfect arse as well.
You shouldn't stare.
No matter how magnificent the sight is.
And oh, it surely is magnificent.
You snap back into reality, take a lavender-filled breath, and walk into the kitchen.
It's a beautiful kitchen, not one of the reasons you had first checked out the apartment but one that had tipped the arguments for it in the end. And you are glad it did, because when you had taken roommate applications Thranduil simply waltzed into it, nodded and offered you the first year of rent with 25% on top of it if you would remove the pop-into-the-microwave-Lasagna from the freezer and never dared to buy something like that again.
His brisk and bold and sometimes very harsh attitude would've maybe frightened any other person off but you had seen the money, the prospect of a cook as a roommate and a handsome one at that, and had held out the contract with one hand while the other threw out the lasagna.
And look where that had brought you.
The kitchen is now filled with more vegetables than you have ever seen in one place that isn't a market, there is nearly always a pot with something ready for you on the stove and the fondest memories you have with Thranduil are baking Christmas cookies, throwing flour into each others faces so that your hair had been colored white like Thranduils, or you learning how to cut vegetables under his stern gaze because "No, you can not cut a carrot the same way you cut the bell pepper!"
Now here he is again, creating a memory that will never let you go.
You let your eyes wander over the stove, where one pot is cooking rice, the other has some onions caramelizing with garlic from the smell of it and Thranduil has one pan in his hand, throwing some cut tofu into the air while he brushes some oil onto white dough stretched into hand-sized bits.
He is fully in his element, maneuvering what seems like a three-course meal without any help or breaking a sweat. Setting down the pan with the tofu (hadn't that been a fun journey of convincing until you had let him cook that without any protest?) he wipes his hand on the towel thrown over his shoulder and turns to the cutting board on the kitchen island. He has even more flowers on the island, pink gerberas and white orchids stand next to his array of mint, basil and rosemary.
You have no idea what has gotten into him, there have never been this many flowers in your apartment except for the few ones some of your dates had bought you and even then they landed in the trash a couple of days later.
Sometimes Thranduil had even said he had confused them for some swept-in leaves after you asked him where the last bouquet went.
The man was truly an enigma.
"Smells good in here," you say and lean over the stove.
Thranduil clicks his tongue against his teeth. With a soft growl, he presses out a "Move," not sounding really annoyed but disturbed by you being in his way and with a giggle you move away to grant him free access to the pots.
"What is on the menu today, Chef?" you ask as you hop onto the island. No matter how much space Thranduil needs for cooking, he always leaves that one spot on the corner free for you to sit on.
"Tofu Tikka Masala you noisy girl," Thranduil doesn't turn around and for a minute you want him to see you, see the dress you have put on but then your gaze falls onto his back again and you blush.
Thank god, he didn't turn to find you checking him out, again.
"Couldn't you have waited until I told you the food is ready? Now I have you sitting around here, distracting me, even though I don't have a lot of time to begin with."
You know he is lying. He had told you more than once that you were a pleasure in the kitchen. Not at the stove but looking pretty sitting on your spot on the island and not touching a thing.
"Well, we could have ordered some pizza," you tease him, and he grunts. When he still doesn't turn around, you lean forward, a smirk on your lips. "Or we could have gone out to 'Oakenshields' and-" The rest of the sentence dies on your lips as Thranduil's whole body snaps around and you nearly squeak when he leans into your space.
Nose against nose, he stares you down, cerulean eyes holding yours without any playfulness in them. "You are on very thin ice," he says quietly and while you know he still doesn't mean it like that, you squirm under the gaze and sudden rush of adrenalin that his proximity is causing your head to swim.
"Yeah?" you ask breathlessly, sounding way too excited for your own good, and you try kicking him against his chin but he catches your leg before it hits him, and as soon as his hands grab the bare skin he lets go again, falling back like it had shocked him physically.
Cerulean eyes drop, leaving your face that suddenly goes up in flames and for a second you can see his breath hitch, his chest moving at the sharp inhale of air as he takes you in. The moment builds up, the atmosphere between you changes and charges with something and for this short, stopped moment in time you allow yourself to think:
'What if?'
Then a timer goes off, distant at first but growing louder when Thranduil's face shifts back to the usual calm facade that reflects not a thing of what is going on in his head. He sniffs, hiding behind his dark eyebrows when he lowers his head and pats you gently on your thighs.
"I'll rather perish than go to 'Oakenshields'," he rasps, the raw edge in his voice the only remnant showing that he was affected by whatever that had been between you.
Then he turns around and pushes the tray with dough into the oven.
He covers it up professionally with the joke, of course, because Thranduil Oropherion could never have been seen with feelings that go deeper than what any human would consider barely amiable.
Yes, he is your best friend and he makes an effort around you to not be the coldhearted asshole he is too, for example, Thorin Oakenshield, owner of the restaurant slash bar that the last critic had called a "serious opponent in the gourmet chef world".
Thranduil took the news so well that he had a furious meltdown of cooking for nearly 20 hours to create a menu that he would serve the critic to show him Thorin was not to put anywhere near him on a culinary level before he threatened to buy the paper the man was working for and fire him.
He only calmed down when he found out the critic had persisted to order his own wine choices and not the ones Thranduil had carefully paired with each course so he had decided that the man had no taste whatsoever and he couldn't give a shit about what he had said.
You had seen the irony in his statement and the state of him, tired, overworked, still behaving like a diva and you had just stifled a laugh and helped him clean the mess in the kitchen.
It was one of those moments that shows you he cares more than he leads on, about life, about people, about what the world thought of him but when it comes to love the man is as warm as deep diving naked in the antarctic would be.
He can be nice, living with him was pleasant and it got a whole lot more comfortable when you got to know each other better.
He makes jokes, he shows you how much he appreciates you through his food, you two watch movies together, go out, get drunk, get home and giggle when one of you trips on the doormat and after a few months he even lets you fall asleep on him when you came home crying because a date didn't go well.
You had seen him drive home in a frenzy when his mother had called him about his younger brother breaking his leg climbing trees, and he had another friend, Bard, with whom he had a friendly get-together every now and again; it was only the romance part he never talks about, never shows, never ever makes room for.
While you go out for dates- he works.
When you meet someone at the club you dance, you make out, you go home with someone else- Thranduil just ignores any woman or man who talks to him.
Thranduil's love life (if existent) is a mystery to you and that makes it even more confusing why he had looked at you the way he did just now. Why would he suddenly decide to buy flowers, to cook you an entire meal because you had been stood up and play-dress up?
Your brain is steaming with these thoughts by the time you catch up with reality again, a snap of fingers in front of your face pulls you back and you blink, slightly dazed. Thranduil stands next to you, body facing the cutting board in front of him but you can see him sneaking a peek towards you out of the corner of his eyes.
"Do you know what you want to do after dinner yet?" he asks, slicing some cilantro and parsley.
His long fingers wrap around the shiny knife elegantly, drawing your gaze in and keeping it locked onto the movement of him cutting a lemon in half and drizzling a few drops of juice into the bowl with the herbs.
You try not to stare at the few drops wetting his palm.
"We should go out," you say, voice wavering in between a question and a hoarse croak. You swallow and move your head before your eyes follow a few seconds later, blinking up at Thranduil. "There is this new rooftop bar- they opened a few days ago and are still baiting people in with the two-for-one drink offer."
Thranduil smirks, leaning his hip against the counter and wiping his hand on the towel. "Ah, yes, because that went so well the last time?" he inquires, eyebrow raised teasingly.
"I couldn't possibly know what you are talking about, Thranduil," you purse your lips, suppressing the smile just barely that threatens to spill out at the memory of the last time you went to a new bar, trying out the "new and never been done before"-drinks the small hipster bar had promised you and that'd ended up being the worst cocktails you ever had.
"You still owe me for the trousers I had to get dry-cleaned because you missy-" he half-threateningly holds out his pointy finger again, "you missed the toilet"
"You could have shoved me in the right direction!"
"Ah yes, blame the man that saved you from throwing up all over your date," Thranduil turns away again, adding coconut milk and chopped tomatoes into the pot with the garlic and onions.
"Occupational hazard of being my friend," you say, giving him the brightest and most dearest smile when he holds out a spoon he'd dipped into the curry, before leaning in and wrapping your lips around it, letting the flavors swirl over your tongue.
Then a low hum leaves your throat, a sound not only shocking you but also Thranduil by the looks of it.
By the look of him.
There is a sudden pink covering his face, right around his nose, showing off his prominent cheekbones in a way that lifts the gorgeous feature even more. It is such an unusual sight, Thranduil, blushing, that you are taken aback by it and the spoon slips out of your lips, nearly falling when Thranduil pulls it out of your mouth, clearing his throat suspiciously loud and rough that it sounds physically hurtful.
He steps back, hiding behind a "Good then?" that you can only agree to with a low "Yes" because– firstly you could never correct him on the taste of something he prepares, he knows your taste well enough to always get the spices perfectly adjusted to your preferences, and secondly your head is blissfully empty for any other answer.
The moment passes, gets drowned out by another timer going off, followed by Thranduil shifting into chef-mode as you endearingly call the shift in his demeanor into a controlled acrobat when he starts handling all those pants and pots, stirring here, tasting there, focusing on everything all at once with a concentration that nothing could penetrate.
You sit back and watch him with a soft smile, observing him as he pulls the bread out of the oven, and exchanges the tray with two dark green bowls out of the cabinets to warm them up in the leftover heat.
He moves with a grace that you surely could not copy, all of his long limbs knowing exactly when to push the rice away from the burner, ducking away when the steam of pouring the hot water into the sink would have given your face a free steaming and all that while looking extremely put together with his tight pant- braid! and white shirt he didn't even bother protecting with an apron like he always forces you to wear.
It's frustrating and attractive how much confidence he oozes in the kitchen. You wonder how the cooks managed to do their job without dropping to the floor and praising him like the godly being he seems to be.
He looks perfectly put together when he finishes plating up and ushers you back into the living room, where you are forced to sit down while he disappears into the kitchen and brings the plates and bowls, shaking off your offer to help every time you can barely start the question.
So you do what is expected of you and you wait, brushing off some hair of your dress- long silver blond strands that you twirl around your finger.
The kitchen light gets dimmed and Thranduil comes into the living room one last time, holding a bottle of wine in his hands that by the looks of it, and by that you mean expensive as fuck, must have been nicked from the restaurant.
He fills your glass, then his own and finally sits down on the other side of the table.
Before you can say something, he raises his glass, "To this evening."
You smile and raise your glass to his, "To Marcus-" Thranduil's eyebrow twitches but you only smile wider "Thank god he canceled, I much rather spend this night with good food and good company"
A deep chuckle accompanies the soft 'clink' of your glasses. You take a first sip, holding Thranduil's gaze over the rim and over the flicking fire of the candles that illuminate his face just right. The wine is smooth, and refreshing as it wets your suddenly dry throat.
You use the plate in front of you as an opportunity to look away without it feeling like you are fleeing from his gaze, even if the thought is heavy in your stomach.
"Everything looks delicious, Thranduil," you say, gesturing to the bowls with the rice and tofu tikka masala, the dough that turned out to be naan that he placed on a wooden board between the flowers and the candle.
Thranduil gives you an appreciative nod, grabbing a naan and ripping it apart. "I tried to make something that comes close to your planned meal of chocolate ice cream," there is a mocking tone in his voice, a drawl on the words chocolate ice cream that is the perfect mix between friendly teasing and his true disgust towards it.
You let out a giggle, following his example of dipping the naan into the curry. "Oh, you are so gracious for trying but we both know that ice cream is high above this. It doesn't even fall in the same food category to be able to compare. If you truly look at it, it's its own category"
"Never mind everything I have said, I've forgotten that I'm talking to the person who thinks a cup of coffee counts as an entire meal. How very stupid of me"
"Not everyone can start their morning looking like you do and have the energy to go out for a run and then cook breakfast," you shoot back, the realization of the compliment slipping out pours onto you when you see Thranduil's lips curve into a very self-satisfactory grin.
"So you are awake to notice," he leans back in his chair, popping another piece of the bread into his mouth and looking so smug that the urge to kick him is rising in you again. "You simply choose to act like you are non-responsive until you've had your coffee."
Instead of kicking him, you roll your eyes and fill your spoon with rice.
Yes, that was one way to put it.
The other would be that you are simply too scared you would say something very stupid and inappropriate when you watched him do his yoga in nothing but very tight pants while you sat on the couch and pretended to stare into empty space that just coincidently was very close to his arching form in front of the window.
"Yes, I live by the rule that coffee comes before any man."
"How rude, to consider me 'any' man," you want to say something but Thranduil is quicker to continue, shutting you up with that gorgeous smile, "Am I not the only man in your life right now who you don't leave on read after a while?"
"That is a very low bar to measure yourself with"
"Darling, those men you date offer nothing but low standards."
You nearly choke on the wine you'd reached for when Thranduil says these words, this term of endearment he casually throws into the sentence, far too confident to be a slip of tongue, far too soft to be meant as mocking.
He said it as if it had never not been there, as if it wasn't completely out of character. For a moment you consider reaching over the table to poke him, to make sure he is really here and not some (very accurate, word class if it truly was one) robotic imitation.
There is a glimmer of mischief in his eyes that only seems to twinkle brighter the longer you stare at him and you wonder if he feels like he has won the discussion or if he can hear your brain mulling over the 'darling'.
Either way, he doesn't comment on it further, not on this nor the matter of your dating.
Why he thought to do so in the first place was a mystery to you, another piece of the puzzle that was this evening. He had made comments about the men you were seeing before, subtle phrases made after glancing over to your screen and the conversations you were having, never really cruel but you wouldn't say that they were particularly nice either.
Sometimes when you came home from a night out, you never brought them back to your flat, Thranduil would simply raise an eyebrow, not saying anything and so much at the same time.
You dig back into your food and like always conversation flows naturally between you. Pushing the teasing and the sizzling of something warm in your stomach that you had felt in the kitchen away into the back of your mind you let yourself enjoy the moment, the comfort of sitting at the table, a nice dinner in front of you and the home-y feeling that was in the air.
Curry and naan fill your stomach as the wine settles in your head and laughter slips your tongue.
Empty plates get pushed aside, forgotten on the side of the table until later, making room for you to prop up one elbow and let your cheek rest in the palm of your hand as Thranduil talks about his newest ideas for his restaurant.
The candles flicker, coloring both your faces golden as the last bit of sunlight sneaks away from the tiny crack in the curtains.
After another glass of wine and some well-coordinated cleaning up, a hand-in-hand process of taking the plates into the kitchen where you load the dishwasher and Thranduil wipes down the pots and pans in the sink, Thranduil throws you out of the kitchen again.
You hop into the bathroom, spend a few minutes staring at yourself in the mirror and try to think about the outcome of this evening.
A few hours ago you had been ready to go out with someone else but right now, in the dim light that is too bright to conceal how flushed your cheeks are and too dark to be the glimmering sparkle in your eyes, there is not one thought wasted on any other guy.
It's a complicated feeling, being confronted with the crush you'd harbored on Thranduil for a while now and while it wasn't always easy to keep it at bay, it had been nowhere near as hard to keep your focus on the big fat label of 'friendship' that was the only thing ever to be between you.
Yes, you know that that label should hamper the want.. the need to kiss the ever-living daylight out of Thranduil when he stared at you across those flickering candles but who wouldn't want to do that to an attractive man showering you with attention he had given you today?
Any normal-thinking person would.
At least that is what you tell yourself, that these feelings are normal because he is attractive and not just because you are attracted to him.
Back in the living room, you fall onto the sofa, legs stretched and feet propped onto the small table in front of the couch, and fight the urge to cuddle into the pillows more than necessary. Any deeper and you would for sure fall asleep and with how your evening is going, that that would be a shame was an understatement.
"Thranduil?" you call out when another minute passes and the noises of washing up had quietened down and Thranduil still wasn't out of the kitchen again.
"One moment," his deep voice responds with a subtle grunt, "You can begin your search for a bar and please don't let it be the rooftop bar you mentioned earlier."
On another day you would have chosen a bar or even a club to go to, especially after your stomach did that traitorous summersault at the sound of his voice again.
Tonight, with your cozy little apartment smelling like fresh flowers and curry and your mind clinging onto a possessive and dangerous thought of 'What if..'´ you suddenly can't think of anything worse than going out with Thranduil.
Going out would mean that Thranduil's attention wouldn't be on you alone anymore.
"Thranduil?" you call out again, "Let's stay in and watch a movie."
"What?" He pops his head out of the kitchen and you giggle at the sight of soap bubbles on his nose as he wipes his hand over his surprised face. He rolls his eyes, lifting one arm, - oh god his sleeves are rolled up, exposing far too much skin and veiny arms for you to think clear- and wipes the soap away. "I thought you wanted to go out."
"No," you draw the word out, still hung up on the smooth-looking skin, "We talked about going out or watching a movie," shuffling your shoulders into the pillows you smile at him "and I think we should watch a movie. It has been a while since we did that."
Thranduils face softens and he cocks his head, "It has," he agrees, the tenderness in his eyes reaching his voice.
With Thranduil running his restaurant and your work demanding more of you there hadn't been a lot of time you had sat down and watched something together recently.
You still had your mornings full of nursing coffee and yoga and the evenings where you weren't on a date or Thranduil away on business you had gone out together.
The summer with all its warm and sunny days and bars filled with cool drinks and long evenings fading into soft blue nights had been fun- that didn't mean you didn't miss cuddling into a blanket on the couch and watching a movie with Thranduil where you spend the entire time making small comments only to annoy him.
"How about you sort out what movie you want to see and I'll fetch us a snack?" he proposes and you let out a hum. Thranduil starts to turn away, then halters, "And if you could find anything other than 'Pride and Prejudice' I would be very grateful."
You did, in fact, not search further for the movie that you had started earlier.
Something that Thranduil comments with a loud "God, please do not do this to me," when he reenters the living room.
Stubbornly, you shake your head, your finger dancing over the buttons on the remote control. "You won't know if you like it or not if you never stay to watch it through! What if this is your movie? You say you don't have a favorite movie, Thranduil- this could be it!" Your arms flare in the air, pointing the remote to the screen while you try your best to sound as motivational as you can under the skeptical raise of his eyebrow - though the corner of his lips twitch, betraying his amusement however hard he wants to look self-assured in his completely (unreasonable) hate for the movie you consider one of the best of all time.
It's only when he saunters closer that you see what he holds in his hands and it momentarily lets you forget the never-ending argument.
"Ice cream!"
He laughs deep and rough, always a bit darker and richer when he has drunk wine, his voice and tone taking on the velvety edge that clouds your mind just as much as the alcohol.
"That was much more enthusiastic than the reaction to the soufflé I made you a while back. Should I take offense? Is this your revenge for my dislike of this Darcy that you so obsess about?"
Sticking out your tongue you grab one of the two buckets he holds out to you, as Thranduil takes his place on the couch; always on the longer side where he could stretch out his long legs. "Do not disrespect the man of my dreams or I will buy the mac-just-add-milk-cheese," you open the lid of the carton box, reaching over to the table to place it there.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Mhm, I wonder if they still have the ones that only need water?"
"Please just press play you vicious woman," Thranduil pokes his finger into your side, admitting defeat with a desperate sigh and opens his own box of ice cream. When he sees you staring at it, he rolls his eyes. "What now? Can't a man enjoy something sweet once in a while?"
"A man yes," you snort "But you-" you poke him as well, "you're always on me when I buy ice cream and now you eat.. what is that..?"
Leaning into his space you ignore how Thranduil swats at you gently like he wants to get rid of a fly "It's chocolate, no way! My, my, should I call your health insurance and warn them that we will need a checkup? Maybe a brain-"
"Goodness gracious!" Thranduil groans, a sound that reverberates through you as you are still leaning into him, one hand propped next to his thigh, "Will you shut up or do I have to do that for you?"
That does shut you up instantly.
Not a sound leaves your mouth - left wide open as if he had simply pressed paused on your whole body - and you slowly turn your head away from him and back to the screen.
Now, while he did shock you enough with his words to let the teasing about the ice cream slide back down your very much dry throat, you can't help it to at least attempt to have the last word.
To calm your racing heart if not to for the sudden lack of thoughts, "Only if you swear to watch the whole movie without talking shit about Mister Darcy"
"Half of it and a little bit of shit-talking?"
"All of it and none of that!"
"Just let me make my comments and I will buy you your ice cream next time."
You squint your eyes, challenging him to stay with the offer and consider if it's worth it.
You could easily buy your own snacks, you did it every day you went grocery shopping anyway but there was a satisfying pleasure in knowing that the great Thranduil, hater of all sweets, would not only pick out ice cream for you, but pay for it as well.
Maybe he would even throw in something else as well, if you agreed to him and let him make his jokes.
In the end, you were simply grateful that he was here, sitting on the couch to watch a movie he knows means a lot to you, despite his dislike for it, and maybe that was enough..
"Deal!"
Finally, you eagerly press play, allowing the soft piano music to fill the room a second time this day.
While you can't help but smile, muttering the words into the spoons full of ice cream, Thranduil is less mean than you thought he would be. In the beginning, you could see him rolling his eyes whenever Mr. Darcy came on screen - something you commented with a sigh and a giggle - but like you always predicted, he soon relaxed into the cushions.
His face softens, just like his comments, mouth corners turning up as he watches the discussion between Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth in the reading room.
In one particularly dramatic scene, you turn to Thranduil with wide eyes. "See? See? Mister Darcy is just misunderstood. He's so in love with Elizabeth, but he doesn't know how to express it properly."
Thranduil rolls his eyes playfully. "Oh, please. He just needs to learn how to be less insufferable."
You lean closer to him, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, you could learn a thing or two from Darcy, Thranduil."
He scoffs. "Me? Like what?"
Despite the tone he lifts one arm so that you can really lean into his side and you follow the invitation. Drawing your legs up, ignoring that the hem of your dress rides up your thigh, you scoot into Thranduil's space and rest your back against the length of his chest. His arm remains on the headrest of the couch.
You grin. "How to sweep a girl off her feet. Be a little less aloof and a little more... passionate–" your voice wanders into a wistful sigh, words getting lost as you watch with bated breath as Mister Darcy helps Elizabeth into the carriage.
There is a deep rumble behind you, a hot exhale of breath hitting the back of your head and while it seems like Thranduil wants to say something, he remains silent.
When you slightly turn your head, you see him watching the screen with a look in his eyes that you can't pin point.
"Why exactly does he flex his hand like that?" Thranduil quizzes with what sounds like genuine interest and you nearly bounce off the couch in excitement.
"Okay so there are multiple ways that this could be interpreted, some think it represents his armor cracking because he has been so buttoned-up, closed-off all the time and now his muscles betray the character he is putting on," you start, the words tumbling out of your mouth fast and rushed now that Thranduil shows his interest "It's like he is unraveling slowly but surely."
"It's also the first time they touch," you add.
Thranduil cocks his head, "It is?"
The grin on your face grows wider and you nod enthusiastically. "Yes! It's the first time they touch and it's pure skin to skin contact which was totally scandalous in their time, hence the gloves and long sleeves. Imagine going on through your life with these walls built around you as a way to protect your heart and then there is this infuriating woman."
"I can't imagine," Thranduil throws in yet it's so quietly that you nearly miss it.
Nearly.
Your tongue trips over a few words as you continue speaking, caught on what Thranduil had said under his breath as if it had been meant for only him, "-well and she.. she is rebellious. She does not follow the etiquette of wearing gloves, she speaks her mind freely and she contradicts everything that you have been taught," you count on your fingers "And she must have been the first woman in a long time that has touched him like that, even if it's as simple as using his help getting into the carriage"
"Mhm," Thranduil raises the arm that isn't behind you and taps his lips. "And you find that moment important for their building romance?"
"Without a doubt in my mind."
"Alright."
And with that, the topic is dropped and you both return to watch the movie.
That is until Thranduil's arm drops lower.
At first, you think it could have been unintentional, physics and gravity and all that stuff being the reason that his arm fell or slipped from the headrest on your shoulders.
It happens, maybe it had been tiresome to leave it up there, stretched away at such an angle. That is what you tell yourself in the few seconds where his arm simply.. stays still.. but then his arm bends at the elbow and the movement is so slow, so careful that your brain has enough time to forget the movie and focus on how delicately wary his hand comes into contact with the naked skin of your arm.
At first, it's just his fingertips.
Trembling ever so slightly they ghost over your biceps, giving the impression that he is still unsure on how to proceed and you wait, trying your hardest not to flex your arm and maybe scare him away and it's the hardest thing - this kind of touch was rare.
The waiting and effort are worth every second of agonizing stillness because following the tips is the hot palm of his hand, curving around your upper arm and holding you.
Your senses are aflame like the candles, lavender clouding your mind, cold ice cream melting on your tongue as the rough skin of his fingertips trails over your arm in the smallest circles.
Reflecting on the previous conversation there is one sentiment burning its way through your body, bringing with it all the moments of today, his hands on your leg in the kitchen, the storm of emotions crackling through his eyes like thunder, splitting his facade like lightening, the way he had reacted on spoonfeeding you the curry, the tension.
This has to mean something.
This has to be something.
You make up your mind to confront him about it even before he opens his mouth for the next commentary again.
"Darcy sure has a fantastic way to show his love," his tone was dripping with sarcasm.
"Nothing screams more 'I love you' than separating the sister of the woman you love from your best friend because you think the family is far too poor and lacks social etiquette," he scoffs, seemingly being his normal self and you would have believed him if his eyes didn't dart towards you, hinting at a touch of nervousness in those cerulean seas which lack the usual confidence.
"Maybe he is unsure how to tell her that he loves her," you say, holding his gaze.
"Well, there are other ways than this," Thranduil says, pointing toward the screen where Darcy is now standing painfully awkward in Charlotte's home that Elizabeth visits.
While you know that he is trying to follow Elizabeths advice of simple conversation, Thranduil doesnt seem to make that connection.
"Why aren't you out and about flirting with women?" It is a slip of the tongue, led on by the teasing you are so used to yet it comes out far too soft, far too wobbly. Quickly you add to the question with what is half cough, half laugh: "Huh, I mean if you are so sure that Darcy is doing something wrong, you should be picking up women, right?"
Thranduil raises an eyebrow in confusion. He opens his mouth, slightly tilting his head. "What? Why should I do that?"
Now you wonder if he was more stupid than you thought or if you heavily missed him having a girlfriend. Or not a girlfriend, or a partner. Were you that ignorant? Did you miss anything he told you about his sexuality?
"I–" you stutter "I didn't want to pry. I´m sorry. I.. I'm just wondering why you never go out on dates"
"Oh," there is a solemn look on his face "Ah, I had hoped this wouldn't come up for a while longer," He pauses, glancing at the TV and a feeble smile has the corner of his mouth twitching.
You don't have to follow his gaze to know that Mister Darcy has just followed Elizabeth into the rain; the only scene Thranduil has ever watched with you.
Maybe you had been ignorant before but the resigned tone in his voice is loud and clear. "We don't have to talk about it!" you rush in, "Really. No need to converse. Let's just watch the movie alright?" Without thinking about it, your hand moves to his chest, a reflex to gently pat him that dies when you feel the hard thumping of his heart through his shirt.
"I could never date someone, let alone think about a woman the way I think about you."
There it was again, the casualness that had tainted the 'Darling' from earlier. You would have laughed, hell, it is already bubbling up your throat when the heaviness of his confession crashes down on you and all that leaves you is a choked sound and a sudden lack of air has you gasping.
The combination of both hurts but not enough to cover the flutter in your stomach.
"What?" you ask not because you didn't understand him, you had heard every word, every syllable clear and distinct, but because you can't believe that you had heard it.
Your hand still rests atop his chest, feeling the heartbeat- hard and fast.
The same way he suddenly pressed his mouth on yours.
It happens quickly, leaving no time for you to react how you want to react and the only thing you can do is gasp.
The kiss ends as swiftly as it has started at the sound yet Thranduil doesnt withdraw completely. His mouth hovers over yours, his breath ghosting over your dry lips. There was a question in it, the same that is in his eyes when you gather the courage to look up.
Thranduil wasn't this hesitant, he was efficient, confident and so fucking sure of himself that his lack of those qualities right now spoke just as much as the kiss itself.
In the background, you hear rain but all you feel is your mind clearing up like the sky after the downpour.
Without further hesitation, you nod and Thranduil lunges forward again, this time with enough force that you lose your balance - or maybe it was the feel of his lips on yours that prevented you from catching yourself as you fall backward and crash into the pillows.
As far as first kisses go, most of the ones you had with guys were significantly worse. They were usually awkward, sometimes even uncomfortable because you weren't yet attuned to each other, but you weren't kissing a strange guy in a bar here.
You were kissing Thranduil.
You had been friends for years, you had seen each other in the most embarrassing situations, he had probably been confronted with your unclothed body more often than others, and if there was one thing he had noticed, it was what disappointed you about your dates.
And while he kissed you silly and stupid you were happy about exactly this perceptiveness.
His hair falls around you like a curtain, his chest presses against yours and you get so used to the weight of his body on yours like it has never been different.
And you hope it will never be any different.
"Shit," Thranduil groans against your lips, and you open your eyes, smiling up at him in a daze.
"What?"
"Now-" he kisses you again "Now that we got this out of the way.." Another kiss, a soft bite on your lips and you are so fucking glad to know that no woman has experienced this from him in a while. You are getting addicted to his kisses fast "..can you please stop dating these assholes and let me take you out for a real dinner?"
You nod hastily and lift your head to catch his mouth again. You only let him go for another second, when the perfect place pops into your mind - the last thought for the rest of the evening probably.
"Let's go to 'Oakenshields'"
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twisted-lover-boys · 5 months
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Umm... Hello this is my first request. Umm I was reading your rules and I think this is okay. Sorry English is my second language. Can you do Vil react to his s/o male who is taller then he is very strong and look very scary. But actually he is very sweet and calm and loves to cuddle and love pick him up. If you don't want you can just ignore this. Have a good day/night. <3
Vil’s big puppy
{not proof-read}
Y E S
I gotchu imma spoil you
Also, sorry these took sooooooooooo long! I was doing a project break with my boyfriend and it lasted longer than I thought it would. I’ll try and finish up these last 5 in my box and hopefully get more in.
Again, so sorry for the wait but I hope you like my works!
I also probably shouldn’t say I worked on these at, like, 3 am, so sorry if they’re not great
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Vil was honestly surprised when he first saw you, and that’s putting rather lightly—
Like, yes, Vil was relatively tall but you were tall tall. You practically towered over him and your mean-looking expression certainly didn’t help
Of course, he’d always try and see past you appearance and tried getting to know you a little better
So imagine is surprise and absolute delight when he found out what a calm sweetheart you are!
It only added to the current charm you had so it wasn’t long before Vil decided to make a move before someone else did
He loves your affection. You’re always so patient and sweet with him when you kiss him or sing his affections. It makes him feel truly loved
Is more open to cuddles in private but will not deprive you completely of PDA. Hand holding and soft & quick hugs are a must lest you get upset
With your size, Vil expected strength to come with it and oh boy was he right. When you pick him up, it’s literally…
“Do I weigh anything to you?”
“No. It’s like holding a couple of grapes.”
And just hearing you say that gets his gears turning
He does try to make you look a little more friendly but your resting face and sheer height definitely doesn’t help. Oh well, not that Vil minds
Speaking of looks, how about we move on to some events?
Vil honestly didn’t think you’d survive the onslaught of that stupid ghost bride. He just wanted to put her in her place after she called you “unflattering”. Too bad he was frozen, else he’d comfort you. For my sake, let’s say you were high frozen next to each other :)
Halloween was a treat for him since you could easily scare away awful guests and paparazzi, whether you followed the scare script or not. You got a kiss for every single monster you scared away. It was like you had an invisible tail which told him how happy you were to receive his affections
But during the frozen-time spectacle, he was worried about you even though he was the one that got possessed. He couldn’t imagine how worried you were for him
Once you both finally reunited, he kissed you, hugged you, and said just how much he missed you and how worried he was. He would absolutely allow you to carry him if you pleased, for both your sakes
Beans day was also a blast. Whether you were on the monster or farmer team, you presence alone was able to cause students to scatter when they saw you. If you’re both on the same team, I can only wish everyone else good luck
Vargas camp was…not fun. Sure, the whole camping aspect was fun but the torment from the teachers definitely wasn’t. He was honestly worried about you and you for him so you both ended up sticking together, hoping to not separate
Okay listen. I know Vil technically didn’t have a part in the event story (at least in eng) but I can’t not mention the card like, come on! Anyway, Vil definitely had a fun time in the Scalding Sands. If you went with him, he’d go through various shops with you and pick out whatever piqued your interests. If you didn’t, he’d bring you back whatever he could that he think you’d like
All that aside, Vil loves you both inside and out and doesn’t regret ever talking to you and getting together with you
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hp-hcs · 5 months
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yanxidarlings here~ literally screamed when i saw you followed me because your writings were the direct inspiration for my latest post 💖 but im curious to see your take on yandere! poly! mattheo and theodore with m! reader or just more poly headcanons because i am never. going. to. get. enough. of. them
OH MY FUCKING GOD UR KIDDING I WAS THE ANON WHO REQUESTED UR LATEST POST
IM FEELING STARSTRUCK RN 🙇‍♂️👑
requests open, please dear god
Yk, reader is (lovingly) so fucking oblivious
Like, his friends will be like “hey you’re getting pretty close with like, the two most obsessive and violent guys at this school aha”
And reader will be like “lol they’re so silly goofy aren’t they 😌”
Inspired purely by your “you know people think we're gay and dating, right?” “aren't we?” I present:
“you know people think we’re gay and dating, right?” “aren’t we?” — yandere! mattheo riddle x oblivious! male! reader x yandere! theodore nott
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TWs: possessive/obsessive behavior, brief mentions of violence, one instance of slut-shaming (?)
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Honestly, you thought nothing of it when you were informed that due to “space issues” you were being moved to room with The Theos™. You just shrugged and followed the very anxious house-elf who had informed you of the switch to your new room.
Your trunk and belongings were there already, waiting to be set up and organized. Mattheo and Theo were hovering in the doorway looking a bit too pleased with the situation for comfort.
You just quietly said “hi” and moved past them, dumping your school bag on your new bed and flopping down next to it.
Theo and Mattheo practically trip over themselves rushing to “befriend” you. (Their words, not mine)
You all share a dorm, so it wasn’t long before they realized the other was obsessed with you.
Then, it’s all out war.
I’m talking mysterious falls down the moving stairs, getting locked out of the dorm all night, randomly being chased by bludgers—even when they aren’t playing.
Random fistfights between them whenever they see each other in the halls.
That all goes out the window, though, when reader is asked out.
Reader comes back to his dorm after a long day and finds The Theos sitting side-by-side on the edge of the his bed.
“When were you going to tell us that you became the class whore?” Mattheo drawled, his lips thinning in disapproval and disgust.
“W-what?” You ask, completely taken aback.
“We heard that little Y/N L/N’s got himself a date to the Yule Ball,” Theodore adds. “Who is it? That Parkinson girl? The Diggory boy?”
“Wh- no. I said no anyways.”
The boys scrutinize you, exuding an air of judgement.
Finally, Theodore pipes up. “Good boy.”
😳
“Aww, what’s this? Look, Riddle. Y/N’s blushing,” Theodore teases.
They make a quick mental note of that 📝
Anyways, they eventually find out who asked you out. They call a ceasefire on their own personal war, and team up to beat the shit out of the poor guy/girl.
After that, babycakes, if they didn’t already know before, everyone at Hogwarts now knows that you are TAKEN. (Even though you don’t.)
They tolerate each other, but just barely. They can really only stand each other when you three all curl up in one of your beds or on the common room couch.
Then, they’re the clingiest mfs you’ve ever met.
They have absolutely no sense of a personal space bubble. One of them is always touching you in some way, whether it be holding your hand, resting a hand on your hip or shoulder, putting their hand on your lower back…
Theodore charmed your chair in History of Magic to be impossible to move, so you can’t scoot away from him.
If you’re relaxing on the couch in the common room, Mattheo will move to sit right next to you (like r i g h t next to you) and put your legs in his lap. He tried once before to get you to just sit in his lap, but you told him no (like an idiot) and avoided him for the rest of the day. That is, until you woke up to him in your bed next to you.
Homeboy was not happy about that.
He is manipulative as fuck and will gaslight you to no end. He uses his shitty childhood and bad father to get you to pity him.
(It works.)
It’s obviously disconcerting for you when your boyos go from ‘actively out for each other’s blood’ to ‘eh, you’re fine, i guess’
You guys were watching a movie in your dorm one night, all piled onto your bed, and they accidentally fell asleep there. They woke to you already gone for breakfast and them with their arms around each other.
“If you ever bring this up again, I’ll kill you.”
“Oh, believe me, they’d never find your body.”
They become way more open about their attraction to you, everything from kissing your cheek, to making you wear their clothes (esp their jerseys with their last name on them), to asking you your ring size.
I completely agree with your headcanon of Mattheo neck kisses 😩🤌
Eventually though, because you are an oblivious gay disaster, you’re just chilling on the couch and you’re like “Hey guys, you know everyone thinks we’re gay right? And like, all dating each other?”
“What, like we aren’t?”
y/n: 😳🤨☺️🏳️‍🌈👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨
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bones4thecats · 5 months
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Hello!
If requests are open, I'd like to send one in. Hear me out: the Octavinelle squad and the Pomefiore squad with a reader who makes jewelry. And one day they make something especially for them (A pin or a bracelet or something)
A/N: Apologies that this took so long, Anon! But I do hope you enjoy this piece~~
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👑 Your beautiful boyfriend has watched you make your jewelry for quite some time
👑 The way you would mold something worthless into something gorgeous in the matter of minutes to maybe hours was impressive to him
👑 His birthday was something that was quite popular around NRC, and all of Twisted Wonderland, so you’d expect him to get stuff sent to him all the time
👑 And you were correct
👑 But when he finally retired for the night, in favor to spend time with you, his gorgeous S/O, he smiled when you handed him a box wrapped in shimmery purple paper, with a cute little jewel bow
👑 Opening it was fun for him, the way your eyes lit up when he held up the headpiece was amazing
“ My Dear, this is beautiful, thank you very much. “
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🏹 Rook always sprung surprise gifts onto you, so you decided to put your love of crafting to use
🏹 He always loved to watch you make your pieces whenever vice-housewarden duties didn’t burden him
🏹 When you walked up to him and held out a decently sized box with a beautiful ribbon with an arrow made out of it and he smiled
🏹 How sweet was his S/O?
🏹 When he opened the box and saw the beautiful necklaces you had made, he gasped and began to rant on how gorgeous they were, and how we couldn’t bear wearing them, they weren’t even on the same level as formal pieces
🏹 They were far above!
🏹 And, true to his nature, he pulled out a small box and showed you a necklace with a bow and arrow on it, which made him laugh fairly loud, different from his more formal one used around others
“ I guess we are soulmates, mon bijou! “
Mon Bijou ~ My Jewel
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🍎 Epel always was hard to make gifts for, he wanted to seem manly, but was organized in a, in his words, “prissy and preppy dorm”
🍎 So, when his birthday approached, you had made him a gorgeous ring with amethyst and steel, and you knew he’d like it
🍎 While the rest of the first years laughed and joked with one another, you grabbed your boyfriend before handing him the small ring box, with the words on a tag saying, ‘For my one and only <3’
🍎 That was enough to fluster the country boy
🍎 But seeing the ring you had made turned his face nearly full red, you could’ve compared him to Riddle!
🍎 He smiled and allowed you to put the ring on his finger
🍎 It may not be completely manly, but Epel can put this behind him, just once
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🐙 Azul was a hard one to give thing to, as he believed he didn’t need them as much as others
🐙 It was one of his faults he gained from bullying
🐙 But you wanted to make him something that would both go with his outfit and not attract to much attention to
🐙 And obviously be unique, you needed to give him something original
🐙 It took quite a while, but on your monthly anniversary, you handed him the ring and he just blushed and laughed as he gave you one as well
🐙 You guys put them on each other and the tweels teased on how it was like a scene at a wedding
🐙 He never took it off afterwards, unless it was necessary, he doesn’t want his S/O’s precious work damaged
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🍄 This guy, whoa
🍄 You have made him feel welcomed with his odd fungi obsession, so he has encouraged your wish of jewelry-making
🍄 Jade has given you many different things that he finds fit for either your dorm room or for you personally, like a mushroom themed hair pin
🍄 This tweel never really expected much when it came to physical objects in return, he was quite content with basic affection, whether it be verbal or physical
🍄 So when you messaged him one afternoon after school, saying you had something for him on his walk, he was intrigued
🍄 Smiling when he saw you, he asked what the immediate meeting was about
🍄 Handing him the necklace was hard, as it was difficult to tell his emotions
🍄 He looked at the piece of jewelry and chuckled lowly
“ My delicate S/O, you really do listen to me. Mushrooms and the most beautiful chain, you truly are amazing. Oh, what did I ever do to deserve you? ”
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🎭 Floyd never really gave you anything material, his love language was mainly physical affection or his constant teasing
🎭 But when he learned of your craft made him laugh
🎭 He really does admire how much patience you have to make these dazzling pieces in time
🎭 Whenever he saw something he liked, he’d rant about how amazing they are, before eventually leaving, per messages of Azul or Jade for skipping work or something random, Sevens knows
🎭 Floyd was just hanging out with you on his birthday when you asked him about the extra mark by his ear
🎭 He just smiled and said when he was younger he pierced his ear with a paperclip (not canon, but I thought that sounded cute)
🎭 That was when you got the idea, an earring, and thankfully, you were wearing a moray eel earring
🎭 Taking the object out and handing it to him made him freeze and ask what you were doing
🎭 This tweel brother just laughed at your answer, “For your birthday, of course.” You said
🎭 He grabbed it and pierced it through the hole, exclaiming how amazing you were and asking,
“ Oh my tiny S/O, what did I ever do to deserve you? ”
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blues824 · 1 year
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I have requested for the female rook normally a elegant vill comes after that image vill in the remarried empress.
👑Her being the most beautiful person.
(im sorry navier but it's just for the story I find you still beautiful. )
🦚She was found in the forest by sovieshit and him wanting to have her as his second mistress only for the vill reader to be offended because she is qween not some women who sleeps with another person who she is not married to .
👑Her being friends with navier and helping her with her skincare and beauty regement( because she deserves it ) I see the vill being navier lady in waiting and her being responsible for her dresses and makeup.
🦚Her totally not liking rattrash and her behaviour because she is not elegant like her or navier her scolding rattrash most of the time because of her behaviour (she can cry all she want to sovieshit but he wants her so hard to the 2d concubine he ignores it )
(honestly rattrash is a waste of beauty )
👑Her using her using her model and acting career to live in the eastern empire and her just becoming a trend starter.
🦚How whoud they react to her perfect potion making or her like 20+ beauty routine and and her almost having to whole room filled with gifts and skincare from suiters sending her it every day form suiters .
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Preface: There was a myth of a beautiful witch hidden in the forest. Those who saw you were smitten by your beauty, but only those fortunate enough to be on your good side got to experience your kindness.
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Sovieshu
When he found you in the forest, he was drawn in by your ethereal beauty. Oh, he was absolutely in love. He didn’t care if you were a witch because it just added to the tabooness of it all, and he was living for it. As he had your arm wrapped in his while walking you back to his palace, he asked if you would like to become his mistress.
This caused you to stop and stare at him in shock and disgust. You were offended, to say the least. You refused with a cold stare as you unraveled your arm from his, but before you completely pulled away he grabbed your hand in his and begged for you to think about it. You let out a scoff of annoyance and pulled your hand away before walking to the palace yourself.
As you both arrived, you saw Navier and she seemed annoyed by Sovieshu. You gave a curtsy and explained that Sovieshu had caught you in the forest while you were collecting herbs for a potion, and he asked you to be his mistress to which you said no because you just met the guy. Also, you didn’t sleep with married men because that was just rude.
The Emperor was heartbroken at this, but you just gave him a cold glare as you went with the Empress to be fixed up. This man had never been told no since he was the most powerful person in the Eastern Empire, so please excuse him if he is begging you to be his second mistress for a while.
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Rashta
She first met you when Sovieshu brought you to the castle. Well… more like he was walking with you, but he didn’t bring you anywhere. You even scolded him and said that you should place a curse on him for even suggesting you be his mistress, since he already had another mistress and a wife.
The young lady had never been so shocked but so relieved, and so angry that her lover would do such a thing as betray her for a woman he had just met (sounds familiar…). She had to admit that you were beautiful, but you stole Sovieshu’s heart as well as the possibility for her to move up in society.
However, you were able to quickly become friends with Navier, which Rashta found completely infuriating because the two of you together had too much power. You were a renowned witch after all, and Navier was the Empress. She was intimidated by the two of you.
Every single time she tried to talk to you, you just walked away and didn’t give her the time of day (read that out loud and it rhymes). The worst part is that she couldn’t really do anything like cry to Sovieshu because he was still in love with you. You reminded her of the current Empress, with your cold, heartless stare.
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Navier
She had also met you when you arrived at the castle with Sovieshu, and she liked you already because you were angry at him. She knew the two of you would get along great, and she harbored no harsh feelings against you because you were ‘proposed’ to since it wasn’t your fault.
You both were a lot alike: cold, kind to those you like, beautiful, etc. So, it was no wonder as to why the both of you became close after just a short amount of time. You both were also highly influential and powerful. So, she made you a noble and a popular dressmaker as well as a model so that she could raise money for poorer children to go through the Academy with fair educational opportunities. This was with your permission, of course.
Often, you both acted like young girls because you loved spending time with one another. Since being the wife of Sovieshu as well as the Empress of the Eastern Empire was stressful, you offered to pour her tea and try out different skincare products that offered an extended youthful glow as well as feature enhancement.
No one was surprised (but Sovieshu was upset) that you got letters and gifts from a multitude of suitors, and only one of them caught your attention. You had talked about it to Navier, and found out that the suitor that you were interested in was her brother. It was later that night that you responded to Kosair’s letter, accepting him as your lover and eventually as your husband.
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Heinrey
You were a popular model as well as dressmaker, and you had your own skincare line. Of course he has heard of you because even Krista purchased some. There were stores that sold your products all over the world, and you gained worldwide popularity.
However, he found out that you were close to Navier because one night, when he flew in as Queen, he found the two of you enjoying tea together as you discussed your suitors. He was surprised to see you, even more so when you understood his squawks. However, as he told you how he felt for the Empress, you were intrigued and agreed to keep his secret.
You were an ally of the two, often using your own popularity to help as you announced that you were moving your headquarters to the Western Kingdom when Navier confirmed her plan to marry Heinrey. He was happy to see that you were on their side, and you told him how Sovieshu tried to ask you to be his mistress, so obviously you were on their side.
Now, while you were moving your headquarters, it wasn’t just to help the newlyweds. Part of it was, but the majority of it was because your fiance was exiled. You loved him, so you asked Heinrey if you could go there as well to marry Kosair, and he gladly agreed. After all, it would do good to get his future brother-in-law to like him.
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Bonus: Kosair
He had seen you around town since you were a well-known model, and he thought you were absolutely breath-taking. He figured that there would be a chance that you would accept him because he was the Empress’s brother, but he was surprised that it was the way he wrote his letter that caught your attention.
You both had met officially in the royal garden of the Imperial Palace, and that is where you both found out you were a match made in Heaven. He made you laugh and feel appreciated in a way that no one besides Navier had made you feel before. The kiss he placed upon the back of your hand made you flush a little, and you knew that you made the right choice.
When he got exiled, he wrote you a long-winded but sweet-hearted letter detailing that he was leaving the Eastern Empire because of Sovieshu (which made you angry). So, you got permission from Heinrey to move there as well. You made quick preparations and couldn’t contain the excitement you felt.
Once you had arrived, Kosair was waiting for you. He opened the carriage door and helped you out, pulling you into a hug and a kiss. While it was scandalous to do that, neither of you cared at that moment. He was happy to feel your soft hands upon his face, and you were happy to hold him once again.
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twisted-lies · 1 year
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༊·˚ Food Themed Beelzebub Instagram Board :: Requested by 👑❤ Anon
♡ / ⇆ if saving | credit if using
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super-island-edits · 2 years
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marceline abadeer stimboard with guitars, fireflies, sweaters, and nighttime for anon!
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audiokinhelp · 2 years
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Catboo Stim Headcanons
Flicking and rotating your ears around to listen in to different things.
Wrapping your tail around people. Usually it’d be their legs, but you’re tall, so it’s more like their stomach area.
Kneading on people you love a lot.
Taking something that has a strong smell and sitting with it close to your nose.
Crouching down really suddenly and wiggling like something’s caught your attention.
Stretching out as long as you can when laying down, especially in awkward poses.
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ladyveronikawrites · 7 months
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Hi!!! Could I please have number 19 from the kink list and number 56 from the prompt list with Noah x reader?
Hi anon! Thank you for the request! Enjoy!💜
[requests are still closed I am just finishing the requests I had previously.]
PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x female reader
KINK: #19 Breeding Kink 
SMUT PROMPT #56. “you can barely speak, so cute”
CW: breeding kink, roleplay, pet names, p in v sex (unprotected), mentions of pregnancy foot worship-ish, flufffff???, light bondage, Caregiver Noah
*This is a work of fiction, based on real people in fictitious situations. Please don't yuck someone else's yum; scroll on.//**
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You wake up to find the bed empty, again.  Another morning Noah is hunkered down in the studio before the sun completely rises. 
Which isn't helping your situation at all since you woke up horny. You sigh as you roll to your side and an idea hits you.  You slide out of bed and rummage through your shared closet for Noah's favorite hoodie and a pair and black thigh-high socks.  
You settle back into the bed and breathe in the lingering cologne that sets your veins ablaze and makes your pussy throb.  
Quickly, you grab your phone and take a few suggestive selfies to show him what he is missing. After you press send, you put your phone back on the bedside table just as you hear the studio door open and slam shut. Noah rushes into the room. 
“Thigh-high socks and my hoodie?” Noah bites his lip as he takes you in. "You know it makes me weak." Noah's eyes darken. 
"I know, " you smirk as your body practically vibrates with excitement and arousal. 
“I can’t wait to put babies inside you, little mama.” Noah undresses in record time. The bed creaks as he crawls in between your legs. 
In the dim light, Noah can see a flush spread across your cheeks and your pupils blow wide. “You like it too, don’t you?” Noah leans down and presses delicate kisses to your rosy cheek as he lines the head of his throbbing cock to your entrance. 
“Fill me up, Noah,” you whine as he pushes into you. 
Inch by inch he spreads you wide as your walls adjust. You wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in deeper, but he pulls back dragging out of you. “Slow down, baby,” Noah purrs. “I want you to feel good.” Noah stills completely and leans over to help you pull off his hoodie.
"Much better, " Noah says before nipping at your bare breast. Without warning, he pulls your legs up to settle on his shoulders and then brings your covered foot to his mouth where he plants soft kisses on the bottom of your foot.  
"These stay on," he groans, his eyes rolling back. 
You suck in a shaky breath as he moves on kissing the other foot. "You have the cutest feet." He rests your feet back on his shoulders to gain more access. 
Noah looks down at where you two connect as he slowly thrusts in and out of you. “You take me so well,” he praises. “Fuck, you like when I praise you don’t you.” You bite down a moan and nod.
“Tell me what you want. Use your words.” Noah’s voice turns cold.
“Need more,” you whimper as you move your hand down between your thighs. 
“No.” Noah grips your hips and pulls you into him more. Then he grabs your wrists to pin you to the bed. “Mine,” he growls as he adjusts so one large tattooed hand binds both of your wrists. His other hand pinches your pebbled nipple. 
“Fuck, Noah,” you cry out. 
Your back arches as he pinches the other nipple. You melt under this touch as he trails the calloused pads of his fingers down your torso.
His fingers spread your glistening folds and he circles your clit. You writhe under his touch, your clit becoming overstimulated. Your toes curl and legs threaten to tense around his neck. You shut your eyes tight as the pressure builds and your mouth pops open. You let out a silent scream. 
“You can barely speak, so cute,” Noah chuckles darkly as his rhythm becomes sporadic. 
“Look at me, please.” Your eyes pop open to his command. “Eyes on me okay, mama?’ 
All you can muster is a nod as pleasure makes your mind hazy. Noah thrusts deeper hitting at the perfect spot, his fingers keeping the same rhythm on your sensitive bud. Your lashes flutter as your head tilts back slightly, but by some force, your eyes stay on Noah as your orgasm plows through you. 
Noah’s release is not far behind yours as he exclaims “Fuck, I’m going to cum in you… and fill your womb,” he grunts releasing his life force into you.
Your walls clench around his throbbing cock as you milk every drop from him. “God you are perfect,” Noah says as he pulls from you. “You are going to look so cute when you get pregnant,” Noah sighs and pecks little kisses on your tummy and stretch marks. 
When Noah pulls away you start to get up from the bed. “Stay,” Noah implores with a smile. 
You meet his dazzling grin with your own. “Okay.” You love it when he takes care of you. 
Noah places a chaste kiss on your cheek before dashing to the bathroom to get a towel to clean you up. Noah climbs into bed and under the covers. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you into him. He kisses your hair and for a few heartbeats, you both remain still enjoying calm and closeness.
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