#Diamond Confetti Earrings

[verstappen-cult]

WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS, LESTAPPEN.

PAIRING. max verstappen x female reader x charles leclerc.

SUMMARY — It's the day after the race in Las Vegas and Max and Charles wake up with a huge headache, two rings in their fingers and no idea of what happened the night before.

GWEN'S MESSAGE. this was requested by @piastrification! i'm so sorry it took me so long, but i had so much fun writing it! and i hope you like it. as always comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Max wakes up with an awful headache and very thirsty. He tries to adjust his vision to the sunlight but every time he tries to open his eyes, there’s a shooting pain in his temple. 

He groans, rolling around in bed. Next to him is Charles still sleeping on his belly, messy hair and something like confetti around him. 

Max can’t remember anything from last night. Well, he remembers going out with Charles, Lando, Daniel and Pierre and then a lot of shots and dancing and people shouting their names and then… nothing. 

“Fuck this.” He whispers and gets out of bed very slowly, feeling dizzy. 

He goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth and have a big glass of water before he passes out from dehydration. 

Max is filling a second glass when he sees it; a silver ring around his left ring finger. 

He does not wear rings. 

“Max?” Charles calls his name and Max walks back into the room with his heart hammering in his ears. 

“Did you give me this ring last night?” He asks even before Charles has time to properly wake up. 

“Uh?” The Monégasque says, sitting on the bed and looking confused at the hand Max has up in the air, showing him the piece of jewelry. “No?” Charles rubs his face with his left hand but stops halfway when he feels something on his ring finger. “What the fuck?” 

There is a silver ring, just like the one Max has, on his finger.

And that is not one of his rings because this has three little diamonds encrusted in it. 

“Max,” Charles breathes, a shiver running down his spine as he looks at his boyfriend. “What happened last night?

They look at each other with wide eyes, a million thoughts running through their heads. 

“I remember leaving the club with the boys and then everything goes black.” Charles gets out of bed to look for his phone because there must be something in there, but all he finds are five missed calls from Pierre and a lot, a lot, of messages from you on the group chat. 

“What’s wrong?” Max asks as he walks away to fill a glass of water for Charles. 

“Y/N is here,” He answers, showing him the phone and thanking him for the water with a kiss on the cheek. “She’s downstairs waiting for us with Lando.”

Max groans, falling back onto the bed. 

“I feel like we did something really stupid last night.”

“Shut up, we didn’t do anything.” Charles busies himself with looking for clothes in his suitcase, so he doesn’t have to think about last night. 

They should forget about last night. Last night didn’t happen. 

By the time they made it to the lobby, Max and Charles had agreed that they needed to talk to Lando before talking to you about the shit show that was last night. 

They may not know exactly what happened, but by the matching rings they know it’s nothing good.

However, they forget about it when they see you standing next to Lando wearing the most beautiful floral dress and your perfect smile. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” Max says, taking off his sunglasses for a second to give you a peck on the lips. Then, he’s putting them back on. 

“How’s the hangover?” You tease them, feeling Charles' body tensing next to you. And you really want to laugh because you know exactly what happened thanks to Lando and a very detailed story. “What did you do last night?”

“Nothing,” Charles is quick to answer, looking at Lando and silently begging him to do something. But Lando just laughs. “Lando, can we talk for a second?”

“What do you need to talk to him about?” 

“Oh, just about something Dani asked us to do before he left last night.” Max lies and if it weren’t because you’re in a good mood and know why they are lying, you would feel angry. 

“Oh, but Dani’s right there.” You point behind his backs and they immediately turn around to find the Australian man talking on the phone. When he sees them, a big smile spreads over his face, giving thumbs up before going back to his conversation. 

“Now, why are you lying to me?” You bite your lip, trying to keep up with the show. “Did you do something I should know about?”

And then, they say at the same time:

“I swear we didn’t do anything, we went to sleep early!”

“We don’t remember what we did last night, okay?!”

Lando bursts out laughing, even bending down as he tries to breathe properly, which draws the attention of a few people around that slowly start to recognize them.

“Well, I guess I’m not needed here since you keep lying to my face.” You pretend to be hurt and it's not easy when all you want to do is laugh in their faces.

Max and Charles start talking over each other, trying to make you understand what is actually happening. 

“And then we woke up this morning with these!” Charles takes Max hand in his, showing their rings. “I swear to god we don’t know what happened.”

“We were so drunk.” Max looks at his feet, feeling embarrassed. He never drinks that much, but apparently last night was a special occasion. 

“Oh, but I know.”

They look at you, expectantly, surprised, confused, a mix of emotions on their faces. 

You take out your phone, looking for something before turning the device around so they are able to see the screen. 

“You got married.”

There on the screen is a picture of Max and Charles with an Elvis impersonator between them, holding his left hands up in the air showing their rings while Charles is holding up his phone with a picture of you, a drunken smile on both of their faces. 

You slide your finger to the left, and a video starts playing. 

You can hear Lando laughing while recording. “What are you doing?” He asks, walking closer to Charles who is looking down at the picture of you on his phone. 

“Baby, we got married!” He exclaims as Max wraps an arm around his waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. “She doesn’t answer. Why isn’t she answering… Are you mad, baby?”

Dani appears on the video, laughing his ass off as he takes the phone away. 

“You’re not on facetime, you idiot. It's a picture.” Pierre says from somewhere next to Lando, probably.

“Say hi to Y/N!” 

“Hi baby!” Charles really likes to call you baby when he’s drunk. 

“We got married!” Max says a little too loud, but doesn’t care and kisses Charles cheek. “Look, we have your ring right here.” He shows a silver ring similar to the one they have, the difference is that the diamond in the middle is slightly bigger. “Congratulations!”

The video ends with all of them laughing. 

There’s a minute of silence before Charles speaks. 

“Okay, it wasn’t that bad.”

“What!?” Max looks mortified. 

“Well, everyone knows that weddings in Las Vegas aren’t actually weddings.” Everyone looks at him at a loss of words, but he just keeps going. “We aren’t actually married.”

“Charles,” Lando laughs a little more. He’s definitely having the time of his life. “weddings in Vegas are very real. You are married.”

“No we’re not!” 

Max sighs, placing a hand on his boyfriend — husband’s shoulder. “Charlie, we are.” 

Charles gaps, immediately looking at you. “I’m so sorry! We didn’t know!” 

You can’t help it anymore, so you laugh. 

“Oh my god, you should see your faces!”

Max and Charles look at each other, and then at you. They don’t have a clue about what is happening anymore. Not since last night. 

“You’re not… mad?” 

“Well,” You wipe the tears from your eyes, shoving your phone back in your purse. “I was at first, now i just find it hilarious.” 

“I’m so sorry, schat.” Max runs his hand through his hair, looking sheepishly at you with a pout on his pretty lips. 

“It is your fault!” Charles says out of nowhere, pointing a finger in Lando’s face. “Why didn’t you stop us?”

Lando raises his hands in surrender. “I tried!” 

“You should’ve tried harder!”

“Max promised to let me win if I let you get married!” 

“Max!” Charles says, offended. 

“I won’t do that.”

You shake your head, patting Max’s cheek lightly, condescendingly. “You will if you want me to forgive you.”

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[twistiraki]

Happy New Year kisses from the Twisted Wonderland Boys

🌹Riddle Rosehearts  

The clock struck midnight, and Riddle, a bit flustered, extended a hand. "Would you care to join me for a New Year's celebration, following all the proper protocols, of course?"

You took his hand with a smile, and he led you to a spot where a perfectly arranged display of lights glittered. "I've planned this carefully," he confessed. "For a Happy New Year under the stars."

As the seconds counted down, he looked into your eyes, blushing faintly. "May I?" Riddle asked, seeking permission for a kiss. When you nodded, he closed the gap, his lips soft and warm against yours. 

❤️Ace Trappola

As the clock struck twelve, Ace pulled you into a dance with a sly grin. "Why settle for an ordinary New Year's when we can make it extraordinary?" he teased.

In the midst of the lively music, Ace twirled you expertly, creating an atmosphere of playful enchantment. "Hold on, I've got a trick up my sleeve," he chuckled, pulling a coin seemingly out of nowhere and flashing it with a cheeky wink. "Happy New Year, my cherry!"

With a final flourish, he dipped you low, and as the world seemed to freeze, Ace leaned in for a kiss that was as daring and mischievous as the spark in his eyes.

♠️Deuce Spade

Deuce, sporting a faint blush, took your hand and led you away from the bustling crowd. "I, um, thought maybe we could enjoy a quiet moment to welcome the New Year," he stammered.

In a cozy nook, he nervously fiddled with his shirt. "I wanted to express my gratitude for everything," Deuce admitted, his sincerity shining through. "You mean a lot to me."

As the clock ticked down, he mustered the courage to press a soft, heartfelt kiss to your lips. "Happy New Year, Y/N," he whispered. He hesitated for a bit “Can, uhm, can I kiss you again?”. 

♣️Trey Clover

Trey found a secluded spot, away from the noise of the festivities. "I've been thinking about this moment all year," he admitted, a shy smile playing on his lips.

He reached for your hand, his touch sending a warm shiver through you. "Thanks for being by my side," Trey said, his gaze softening.

With the first notes of the New Year's song, he pulled you into a slow dance, his lips brushing against your ear. "Here's to more moments like these," Trey whispered before capturing your lips in a lingering kiss.

♦️Cater Diamond

Cater, brimming with energy, handed you a brightly wrapped box. "Open it when the clock strikes twelve, okay?" he chirped, excitement evident in his voice.

As the countdown began, you unwrapped the box to find party poppers. "Surprise incoming!" Cater declared, popping one, creating a burst of confetti around you both.

"Happy New Year, Y/N!" he exclaimed, pulling you into a peppy dance. In the midst of the celebration, Cater whipped out his phone and snapped a selfie of your kiss, capturing the joy of the moment. "Gotta capture the best moments, right?" he grinned, posting the selfie with the caption: "Starting the year right with the best kiss ever! Hashtag #NewYearMagic"

🦁Leona Kingscholar

Leona, with his laid-back demeanor, found a quiet spot away from the hustle. "Another year, huh? You're persistent," he teased, a hint of a smirk on his face.

You chuckled, and he pulled you into a comfortable embrace. "Not a bad way to end the year," Leona remarked. As the clock struck midnight, he pressed a lazy but affectionate kiss on your lips. "Happy New Year. Don't expect me to get all sentimental, though."

🍩Ruggie Bucchi

Amidst the vibrant explosions of fireworks, Ruggie found a quiet spot with you. He smirked, leaning against a fence, watching the colors light up the night sky. "Not bad, huh? Bet you've never seen anything like this back in your world."

You chuckled, appreciating the cheeky grin on Ruggie's face. As the sky burst into another display of lights, he turned to you, his eyes softening. "Happy New Year, Y/N" he said, surprising you with a gentle kiss. "Let’s do this again next year, whataya say?"

🐺Jack Howl

Jack, standing awkwardly at a distance from the fireworks, couldn't hide his unease. He scratched the back of his head, avoiding eye contact. "Fireworks, huh? Not my thing, but if you like 'em..."

You nudged him gently, and he managed a small smile. As the explosions lit up the sky, his ears perked up, and you noticed his tail wagging slowly. "I guess... Happy New Year," he mumbled, almost shyly, stealing a quick glance at you before daring to plant a sweet, hesitant kiss on your cheek.

🐙Azul Ashengrotto

Azul, surrounded by the grandeur of the Mostro lounge festivities, tried to maintain his usual confident façade. "Quite the display, wouldn't you say?" he remarked, nervously adjusting his tie.

As the clock struck midnight, Azul handed you a glass of sparkling juice with a shy smile. "To... um, good times and prosperity," he stammered, his eyes softening. When the last firework lit up the sky, he leaned in, hesitating before placing a delicate kiss on your cheek. "Happy New Year, my pearl. May our paths continue to intertwine."

🍄Jade Leech

Jade, with his cunning charm, led you to a secluded area. He observed the fireworks with a calculating look. "Aren't the explosions fascinating? It's almost poetic, the way they mirror the unpredictability of life."

As a particularly loud bang echoed, you flinched, and Jade's expression softened instantly. Without a word, he cupped your face gently, kissing away the surprise. "Happy New Year, my dear," he whispered, his eyes revealing the genuine affection beneath his enigmatic exterior.

👟Floyd Leech

Floyd, with his wild enthusiasm, couldn't contain his excitement as he watched the fireworks next to you. "This is amazing! Humans sure know how to party!" he exclaimed.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you closer. "Happy New Year, Shrimpy! Let's celebrate under the sea next time!" Floyd chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a wild excitement that only he could muster. As the fireworks reflected in his eyes, you couldn't help but be swept away by the infectious joy of the unhinged yet lovable merman.

🦦Kalim Al-Asim

With boundless energy, Kalim seized your hand, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. "Hey, friend! This is gonna be the best New Year ever, you'll see!" Leading you into the heart of the celebration, he grinned, "I've got a good feeling about this year, and I'm so grateful to have you with me!"

As the countdown began, Kalim's excitement reached its peak. "Make a wish with me!" he exclaimed, his eyes filled with hope. The moment the clock struck midnight, Kalim's warm smile turned tender. "Here's to you, to us," he said, pulling you into a heartfelt and genuine kiss, the kind that made you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

🐍Jamil Viper

Jamil, normally composed, took you aside into the quieter shadows. "The stars are quite beautiful tonight, don't you think?" he remarked, his eyes fixed on the night sky.

His usually stoic expression softened as he admitted, "This year has been...unexpected. I'm glad I had you by my side." The sincerity in his eyes spoke volumes.

When the clock signaled the arrival of the New Year, Jamil leaned in, his lips brushing yours gently. "Here's to more surprises and shared moments," he whispered, a rare smile gracing his face.

🪞Vil Schoenheit

Vil extended his arm with a flourish, his eyes locked onto yours with an unmistakable intensity. "Shall we embrace the beginning of the New Year together?" His voice, silky and confident, hinted at the depth of his admiration.

In a dimly lit corner, Vil's violet eyes bore into yours. "This year has been a canvas of challenges, but your presence has painted it with brilliance," he confessed, a seductive smile gracing his lips.

As the clock ticked down, Vil's fingers delicately traced the contours of your face, his touch leaving a trail of anticipation. He pulled you closer, his lips meeting yours in a sultry and lingering kiss. "To conquering obstacles together," he murmured, his voice a velvet whisper.

🏹Rook Hunt

Rook swept you into a lively dance under the twinkling lights. "Y/N, my heart's greatest treasure, let's waltz through the New Year with joy in our steps!"

In the midst of the celebration, Rook twirled you around, his eyes ablaze with affection. "Each year with you is a masterpiece, and I'm the luckiest artist to have you as my muse."

As the clock struck midnight, Rook recited a poem, his words painting a vivid picture of love and admiration. "To the one who turns life's mundane into magic, Happy New Year, mon Amour!" he declared before sealing the sentiment with a theatrically romantic kiss.

🍎Epel Felmier

Epel grinned with a touch of shyness as he handed you a wildflower bouquet. "I reckon these flowers ain't as pretty as you, but they're tryin' their best."

In a rustic corner, Epel taking you by the hand, a bashful expression on his face. "This year was full of twists, but it made sense with you around. You're my city lights in the quiet night."

As the countdown began, Epel stood a bit taller, puffing out his chest in an attempt to be manly. "Happy New Year, sugarcube," he drawled with a twinkle in his eye, before surprising you with a gentle, sincere kiss that spoke volumes of his affection. 

💀Idia Shroud

In the dim glow of the computer screen, Idia and you were engrossed in a virtual world. "This is the best way to spend New Year's," Idia remarked, his eyes focused on the game. You both laughed and chatted as the clock approached midnight.

Suddenly, Idia paused the game, looking a bit flustered. "I, uh, thought maybe we could take a break from gaming for a moment." He hesitated before leaning in, awkwardly pressing his lips to yours. The digital avatars mirrored the real-life sweetness of the gesture. "Happy New Year, Y/N. Thanks for being a part of my world, both online and offline."

🤖Ortho Shroud

Ortho, with his usual excitement, handed you a small handmade gadget. "I thought this could be a New Year's memory storage device! We can store all our happy moments in it!"

As the clock ticked down, Ortho held your hand, his robotic fingers gently intertwined with yours. "Ready for the first memory?" he grinned. A burst of confetti erupted from the gadget, and he giggled, "Happy New Year, Y/N! Let's make countless memories together!"

🐉Malleus Draconia

Malleus observed the festivities with curiosity, his bright green eyes fixed on the couples sharing New Year's kisses. Intrigued by the tradition, he approached you with a soft smile.

"May I join in this tradition, Y/N?" he asked, his demeanor gentle. When you nodded, he cupped your face in his soft hand, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. The touch of his lips conveyed a depth of emotion, and as he pulled away, he admitted, "I find myself quite smitten by this human tradition. Happy New Year, child of man."

🦇Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia, looking elegant as ever, smiled at you. "Ah, another New Year, my dear. It's not often that I partake in these festivities, but tonight is special because I'm spending it with you."

As the clock neared midnight, he raised a glass in a toast. "To many more shared moments, my dear," he said, his eyes sparkling. Lilia leaned in for a kiss, making the night feel even more magical. "Happy New Year, and may our time together be everlasting."

💤Silver

The soft glow of the moon bathed Silver in a gentle light as he slept peacefully. As the clock struck midnight, you leaned down and placed a delicate kiss on his forehead.

Silver's eyes fluttered open, and he blinked in surprise. "Did I miss the countdown?" he mumbled. You shook your head with a smile. He blushed, a genuine sweetness in his voice. "Happy New Year, Y/N. Thank you for being by my side."

⚡Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek, with his boisterous energy, was louder than the fireworks. "Y/N, I'll protect you from anything that comes your way this year!" he declared, standing proudly.

You chuckled at his enthusiasm and, feeling mischievous, leaned in for a quick kiss. Sebek blushed furiously, momentarily flustered. "Human, not in public!" he scolded, but his eyes betrayed a hint of bashful affection. "But, well, Happy New Year, Y/N. Let's make it a great one together."

🔔Rollo Flamme

Rollo, being at the Noble Bell College, found himself longing for your company. He hesitated for a moment before finally deciding to call you.

"Hey, it's me," Rollo mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant. "I just wanted to say... Happy New Year, okay? Don't think too much about it!" There was a brief silence before he added, "I'll make sure to spend the next New Year with you, got it?"

As the call ended, you couldn't help but smile at Rollo's charm and the genuine affection in his words.

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[mooncrestedwaters]

Immortalized Muses

Authors Word: Woo, ok, this took me easily two months to write.

This came to life after having a dream about Rafayel and I attending an art exhibition and him begging me to be in a picture with him after I refused. (Basically this is a glorified retelling of the dream tbh haha)

This is my first time displaying my writings on this account so I hope you all enjoy

- Mikaela 🤍🪽

Warnings/Themes: Mutual Pining, swearing/profanity, non-established relationship (they're friends/employer & employee), Rafayel throwing hints like confetti, mild smut(??), mentions of sexual tones of voice, mentions of alcohol/being tipsy and/or drunk, banter banter, Rafayel is a princess (big surprise)

Please let me know if I missed any themes

Tags: Rafayel x MC (MC is they/them so it can apply to any gender)

"Why do you keep disappearing?"

With a jump, y/n turned towards the intrusion of their solace.

"Rafayel..." With sheepish welcome, they bowed their head looking at their reflection in their drink, knowing that they'd wandered off again and left Rafayel alone at the after party for the exhibition, "Sorry, I just needed some air..."

He made a grunt of recognition and came to stand beside them, leaning his elbows on the intricate steel woven fence around the balcony, overlooking a calm rippling lake, decorated with trees and local habitations to be spotlighted by the gentle moon hung in the night sky, speckled with stars like diamonds on velvet to bounce off his sun kissed skin and lavender locks, "I thought you'd gone home."

Looking down into their drink they swished it around the glass, ice knocking against the crystal and straw poised between their index and middle finger, eager for another sip, "No, I wouldn't do that."

"Overwhelmed?"

They nodded in reply, "I just needed to take a break."

Rafayel's eyebrows creased, a pout working its way onto his charming features, "The reporters were taking pictures downstairs, I couldn't see you anywhere and had to make this perilous journey to find you."

They deadpanned, pursing their lips as Rafayel started his theatrics.

"For all I know you could've been swooped up by some criminal who'd gate crashed the party!"

"Aren't I supposed to be your bodyguard?" - they sipped their drink with a snide snort - "What do you pay me for if not to look after your safety and my own?"

He genuinely pouted now, shooting y/n a half hearted glare, "Oh, you know what I mean."

They smiled, genuinely knowing exactly what he meant.

"That lonely, hmm?"

Rafayel looked away, leaning back from the railing to stand tall, ears burning red, arms crossed as he kicked his heel out and spun away from y/n to saunter off with a huff, "Just come back downstairs already."

°°°°

Smoothing the silk of their outfit, y/n took a deep breath, their shoes clacking against the grandiose marble floors.

They felt a little out of place in such an outfit but Rafayel always insisted. Y/n had no choice when the ornate crisp white outfit made of silk and chiffon was laid on their bed, pearl accessories and details lined with tints of pastel blues.

Then Rafayel would insist on doing make-up for y/n, his skills on a paintbrush transferring to an array of beauty brushes.

Y/n always came out looking like the multiple zeros on a check he'd get for one of his paintings and they always felt their heart beat a little fast when they noted how much time and care Rafayel put into dressing them up to be the prized Belle of the Ball.

"Ah, there you are!" Rafayel greeted them, wrapping an arm around their shoulder and whispering a quick 'Help me!' in their ear.

Y/n chuckled but it soon died in their throat as they heard the business man drone on about monetary prospects of Rafayel's studio.

His arm was retrieved to his side and he showed utmost interest in the poor fool as he droned on, gums flapping like a pig at a troph, greed seeping into their every word and not a care for the art that Rafayel poured his blood, sweat and pearlescent tears into that was displayed around the exhibition like an ornate frame to the arrogant masses.

Y/n even swore they saw Rafayel's eyes twitch once or twice and couldn't tell if it was from the other mans ignorance, Rafayel's affinity with boredom or if their little rest bite from the party before was still grating on him.

They deemed it well to stay put and endure the rest of the night and took a sip of their drink, eyeing the bar like an old lover already.

"Hey, get me a red wine?" Rafayel whispered in their ear, goosebumps flooding their skin, "I fucking need it."

They looked at him from the corner of their eyes and nodded, seeing the ever present smirk and surety displayed in his eyes, behind it was waves of exhaustion and desperation.

He wanted nothing more than for this night to end, just as much as y/n did. They pitied the poor artist.

With a curt nod, they excused themselves to the drink bar, "Old fashioned and a wine."

"Top or bottom shelf?"

They looked over their shoulder as another business man slung his arm over Rafayel's shoulders, laughing boisterously as Rafayel visibly stiffened, his white knuckled fists slipping into his pockets to disguise his annoyance and crafting a smile on his face.

"The one that'll have the highest alcohol percentage." - They snuck a glance at him again, his jaw now visibly tensed, his smile becoming a grimace - "Stat."

°°°°

As the money hungry ladder climbers of the night slowly dispersed to their ubers and chauffeurs alike home, Thomas, Rafayel and themself got to winding down the night. Close friends, family and beneficiaries hung back for group pictures and y/n stuck to the side, nibbling on some fancy hors d'oeuvres.

Rafayel's aunt pulled him in for a selfie, pinching his cheeks as he weakly protested with a groan and y/n couldn't help but giggle when Thomas threw himself into the mix enveloping them both from behind in a hug to join the picture.

There wasn't a sober soul in the venue, that was for damn sure.

Y/n couldn't help the smile creeping onto their face at the pleasant scene of Rafayel - despite his eagerness to leave - visibly loosening up and finally enjoying himself with his people, not the riff raff with obese wallets and closed minds.

Looking up from the empty glass, y/n saw Rafayel's gaze over his shoulder at them.

They raised a brow, wondering why Rafayel was staring at them.

Maybe he was tired and wanted to be escorted home?

They'd get their answer, as Rafayel slipped from Thomas' and his Aunts embrace to stride over and stand against the wall beside Y/n.

"Having fun?" They asked.

"I guess," Rafayel sighed, "Just really fucked."

Y/n could tell, since Rafayel's pleasantries and ability to save face had flown out the window with his language and demeanor.

They dusted their curled finger against his cheek, his dark under eyes starting to show through the concealer he'd applied before the event.

He sighed, his bunched shoulders dropping slightly as he closed his eyes, basking in the gentle and tender touch they gave him, his fists loosened, going slack in his pockets as he revealed in the touch.

"We'll get you back to your home soon," Y/n spoke, retrieving their hand away, pressing their watch as a holographic monitor buzzed to life, "It's nearly one in the morning, Gods...."

They called for a ride to take him back to his place and the other guests were doing the same to head to their own respective abodes.

"Rafayel!" His Aunt called and waved him over and he stiffened, "Come over here, we're taking one last picture."

They leant against the wall as Rafayel began to stride over to meet the group of people. He stopped, turning to them and placed out his hand in offering to join.

"Pass." Y/n held their open palm up in front of him, "I'm not someone who should be in such a picture, I'm just your bodyguard."

He turned fully to speak to them, eyebrows creased and lips pursed, "Nonsense, come."

They shook their head, an apologetic smile on their face, "No, no...you go, I'll keep an eye out for-"

"Quit being stubborn," Rafayel quipped, his tone more rough than usual with his fatigue and waning patience, "I want you in the picture, so you'll be in the picture."

Deciding to skip their words of protest they turned on their heel to go stand outside and wait for the ride. Their plan fell short as Rafayel grabbed their arm, his hold strong enough that they couldn't break free but gentle enough as to not hurt them, "Stay..."

Y/n tilted their head, irritation spiking as they looked over their shoulder with pursed lips and a raised brow. They decided to play on his ego, hoping their bargaining chip would shake the painter off, "Beg then."

A look of shock splashed across his features like paint across a canvas. His lips parted, looking for a comeback but instead he let go of their arm.

Y/n thought they were free, going to turn on their heel until his arm snaked around their shoulders, fingers dusting their slightly exposed collarbone with strands of hair interwoven through his fingertips. He lent down, his face to the side of theirs as his other hand tucked their hair behind their ear, his lips dusting against the shell of their ear as he whispered in a low hum, "Please..."

They felt a jolt through their body, their breath hitched to flee their mouth in a squeak.

Rafayel continued his assault of words against their ear, sending electric currents through their veins to rise as a bright crimson blush on their cheeks. His tone was reminiscent of a whine closing in on whimpering.

"Please, Y/n....Please stay, please don't walk away, stay for me? Please darling, I really want you, I really really need you, please I need you beside me-"

With what energy they could muster between their hitched breathing and trembling limbs they pushed the artist off them and stormed towards the group of people readying themselves for the picture.

"Fine! Gods, Rafayel..." Y/n groaned and stood fixing their hair to the side of the group.

They could feel Rafayel's smug, triumphant smirk burning into the back of their skull and they tried not to bristle with frustration that Rafayel got his way.

As Thomas set the timer everyone huddled in and around the artist. Rafayel pulled Y/n flush by his side, his arm around their waist, fingers gripping into the plush flesh of their clothed hip. He leant down as the timer counted down to whisper once more in their ear.

"Art is meant to be witnessed...Do you really think I wouldn't pose with my favorite art piece?"

Y/n blush and Rafayels smug smile of victory were immortalized within that photograph forever.

Y/n blamed it on the alcohol.

Rafayel always held a knowing smirk as to the real reason.

#love and deepspace #rafayel #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #love & deepspace #rafayel girlie #lads rafayel #mc love and deepspace #mc x rafayel #one shot #drabble #love and deepspace drabbles #love and deepspace oneshot

[roosterforme]

Happy Valentines Day Em!

I’m curious what our Bradley’s (and Bob and Jake) are doing for their girls today!

Roo & BG

Coach & Kitten

Daddy & Princess

Beer Boy & Sugar

Bob & Molly

Jake & Reedy

This made my whole day right here, Brina! Thanks for sending this ask!!

Let's break this down....

Roo & BG are enjoying a shared plate of Marry Me Rooster that she cooked while Bradley tried his best to help, but he was mostly a lovable distraction. Roo picked up a small confetti cake with yellow icing hearts on his way home, along with a few dozen yellow flowers. She's wearing her honeymoon lingerie.

Coach & Kitten are taking Ev out to play mini golf, and then they are meeting Bob, Molly and baby Charlie at the pizza place for family dinner. Ev is going to have a sleepover with his aunt and uncle. When Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw get home, the leash is coming out.

Daddy & Princess are out to a dinner at an expensive restaurant while Amelia babysits. Princess bought a new dress with her purple card, and after dinner they are going to take a walk on the beach. Daddy bought her some diamond earrings, and she's giving him head on the beach when it gets dark out.

Beer Boy & Sugar are enjoying a night in and reliving one of their favorite college moments. Bradley has them both change into their bathing suits, and he keeps her warm in the kitchen while he makes her a bowl of cereal with strawberries for dinner. She really thinks that's the dinner, but then he busts out filet mignon and some sides as well. And then they make s'mores on the stovetop, and he fucks her on the kitchen counter.

Bob & Molly are making a video. She begged Bob for a threesome, but she's settling for anal and a video she can watch when he's deployed.

Jake & Reedy are having a fashion show and taking a lot of photos. She's pairing some of her lingerie with his uniforms, and Jake is embarrassingly hard for the whole thing before she lets him fuck her.

Happy Valentine's Day!

#if you ask emily #b&bg #put me in coach #beer boy and sugar strike again #daddy's little babysitter #he's needy for reedy #coach cute glasses

[anitalenia]

𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ✧˖°.

⋆˙⟡♡ PAIRING ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ diamond x fem!reader x heart

⋆˚✿˖° SYNOPSIS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒… 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔… ୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

⋆˙⟡♡ AUTHORS NOTE ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ I admit, this may not be my best writing but it’s not like it’s a fic so it’s okay. And this was inspired by Diamond and Heart from A Dimensional Tune, an og trilogy from way back in the day that I read many many years ago. I used to love that book and the brothers so much 😭 So there are a lot of similarities between them but the differences are also there. Enjoy !

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 a pale pink smog; sparkly and sweet like raspberry lemonade. Every breath tickled your nose and left a lingering taste of sugar in the back of your throat. It made your lips grimace and nose crinkle, lungs swell full of whipped cream. The pink fog was vague despite its opaqueness, transparent enough for you to see the pink and black checkered ceiling above you.

You exhaled slowly like you didn’t recognize your own breathing, your chest aching and your throat scratchy and dry. It smelt of birthday cake and buttercream, and you found yourself liking the tantalizing aroma despite its malignant effect. But, you supposed, that was its purpose.

Your head felt heavy, like it was stuffed with cotton candy and confetti, hanging on your shoulders like a limp piñata. Your eyes were dizzy, the room spinning like marbles around and around and making your head ache and neck stiffen. But the air, it was sickly sweet, nauseatingly so; you felt like you were spinning in a candy cloud, choking on syrup and sprinkles.

Your eyes couldn’t focus on anything, too busy spinning and blurring as you felt your head lull to the side in a pathetic attempt to move it.

You sat in a chair, you didn’t know for sure but you had to be, your arms bound behind you tight enough you could feel the burn in your forearms, the scratchy feeling of rope digging into your wrists. Despite that, you felt weightless at the same time, numb, floating in mid air surrounded by that pink fog that made your thoughts muddle together, slow and messy like a dripping honey comb. Your mind seemed full of holes, unable to finish a word or thought, in and out of it like dotted lines, a pen running out of ink on parchment.

Where were you? You heard nothing except buzzing silence, your heart pounding in your ears but yet you felt entirely too calm.

You felt like there was nothing inside of you, like you were hollow. Hollow and light, a feather drifting in the breeze, bouncing on puffy pink clouds. Nothing seemed to ground you here, here, where you were surrounded by that pink mist that dazzled in your eyes like glitter, soaked into your pores and made drool pool in your cheek. You couldn’t think, couldn’t understand your own thought, your mind clogged like bitter molasses had leaked into every crevice of your skull; you swore you could feel your blood thickening up like sweet syrup, swimming through your veins like mud.

You managed to move your head again with as much focus as you could manage, a very faint groan leaving your lips. You looked to your right, where your blurry vision saw pink clouds and checkered walls.

What was this place?

You were barely aware of your own slow wheezy breaths, your dry lips parted and cracked. Your blurry eyes stared at the wall as your senses became overwhelmed with sweetness, like you were a frozen cherry being dipped in a pot of crystallized sugar; stuck and suffocating.

Your eyes closed when it became too hard to keep them open, but not before catching the faint orange glow of a rectangle on the wall, a faint click in your ears you couldn’t help but ignore.

You heard the echoing clack of shoes on the ground, your head limply spinning to your left as you inhaled a breath of sour sweetness. Were you moving your head? Was someone here? You couldn’t tell, unable to open your eyes or mutter a sentence. You only seemed to be aware within your own consciousness that something was not right and you were not supposed to be here. You couldn’t express that though, paralyzed like a moth in tree sap.

Someone had to be here, you could hear their shoes on the ground. You couldn’t even care, mind preoccupied with the image of candy canes and sugar cubes. You almost wanted to giggle, your chest fluffy feeling and euphoric. You didn’t feel bad, didn’t feel any pain, only something close to purity that made your body feel limp and empty, like your insides had been sucked out and replaced with air, a carcass floating endlessly into the stars.

It was a weird feeling, a happy feeling, but your inner mind knew it was a sickly sweet illusion.

“My, we’ve got quite the catch, my dear brother. Wouldn’t you agree?”

A voice. A male voice. Echoey and distant like he was speaking in a hollow church, ringing in your ears as you felt a gust of air swipe on your cheek; he must have walked past you, the undertones of vanilla and black cherry wafting into your nose. You liked it. The voice seemed to be close but way too far, however, you were way too out of it to try and really think about it, mind just as hazy as the room you were trapped in.

You heard the sound of soft giggles somewhere around you; it was chaotic sounding, but also happy and giddy, twinkling around you like the melancholic song of a broken music box. You could feel your skin crawl uncomfortably at the sound of it.

“Ahh yes, brother, of course. You’ve always had such an eye for beauty, Diamond. And this one… this one is quite exquisite.”

This was a different voice, cheerier sounding than the last one. It was closer than the other, you could tell. You felt something sharp brush against your cheek, the tingle of something deadly tracing your skin and making your face itch. Your eyes cracked open very thinly before closing again, seeing the flash of a red and pink blur, or was it just the fog? You couldn’t discern the difference between anything, inhaling another breath that made your body go numb like it was being flooded with Lidocaine. It was strangely addicting, blissful and deadly like a drug. Was this even real? Was this a dream?

“Mmm, yes, I do agree, Heart. She’s much prettier than the last ones. She’ll certainly be a fun little plaything… won’t you, my dear?”

You felt warm breath brush against your cheek, something soft running over the hair on your head. It made your spine tingle in alarm and intrigue. You weren’t able to act on it though, see anything around you, your mind empty like a floating balloon as all you could do was sit there, high on the pink fumes that sparkled around you. How were they not affected, whoever they were?

You heard a manic giggle again and the sound of shoes clacking on the floor excitedly.

“Yes, yes, our plaything! Oh, Diamond, I have such a good feeling about this one. I just know she’ll be a good plaything and entertain us properly, don’t you feel it, dear brother?”

Plaything? You? Brother? Diamond? Heart? Was that there names?

You were only catching bits and pieces of their confusing conversation, but it just raised more questions within you.

“Yes, Heart, I agree. Have patience though, brother. We must wait a little longer for our dear lady to wake.”

You couldn’t see, you weren’t even aware, but poor Heart pouted at his older brother, disappointed at that.

You felt something, a hand, caress your cheek like you were a fragile doll in a case, like you’d shatter to dust under his knuckles. His voice was soft when he spoke, levelheaded and almost condescending.

“Silly Heart, it seems you overdid the sugar bomb again. You always have such a bad habit of that, im afraid.”

“I do apologize for that, dear brother. A mistake if I’ve ever made one. But you know how difficult it is for me to control myself around such pretty things…”

You felt that same sharp feeling run down the plushness of your lips, like a knife caressing your skin. But the texture was soft and silky, possibly a glove.

“I just cant wait to play with her, Diamond, see how sweet her blood tastes on my tongue…”

His gloved hand ran down your jaw, slowly to your collarbone, his claws tickling your skin in its path until you felt it’s warmth leave your cold skin. You wanted to care but you couldn’t, desperately stuck in the effects of this pink smoke.

You heard a deep, happily malevolent chuckle.

“As I’ve said, patience, my dear brother. I assure you once our dear lady awakens we will have our playtime. For now, let us sip tea in the lounge as we wait.”

“Agreed, brother.”

You heard the sound of shoes clacking away from you, distant and echoey as another wave of sweet drowsiness flooded your marrow following a soft inhale.

You heard a click, yellow light washing over your closed eyes all of a sudden.

“After you, Diamond, I insist.”

“Why thank you, Heart.”

You heard a pair of footsteps leave the room, farther and farther until it was silence.

“Farewell for now, my dear lady. Oh, how I can’t wait…”

A giggle sounded once more, stuck and bouncing in your ears like a fly under a glass as you heard a footstep then another click, then nothing at all once more.

#𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂.♡ ⊹˚. #pink themes #aesthetic #pink #pinkcore #pink dividers #cute #sparkles #stars #writing prompt #writing help #yandere #Yandere brothers #yandere brother #yandere brothers x reader #yandere x reader #Yandere trope #heart and diamond #Yandere twins #twins x reader #brothers x reader #romance trope #lovecore #obsession #miscellenous #baby pink #love #enemies to enemies #enemies to soulmates #enemies to lovers

[sionisjaune]

seb/mick/nico, corruption kink!!

[pwp prompts]

“You can have him,” says Nico, crowded up against Mick’s back, the fine hair on his chest rasping against the sweaty skin of Mick’s shoulders. Mick’s hips buck uselessly into Sebastian, who whines, his eyes squeezed shut. “You’ve been so good, so patient,” says Nico, panting against Mick’s ear. “And now you can take what you want.” 

Mick attempts to duck his head away from Nico’s silken voice, but Nico wraps an arm around his torso and clamps a hand under Mick’s jaw, pinning him in place. It doesn’t even make sense how he got here, his body trembling like a bowstring between Nico and Seb. He remembers climbing out of the car after Abu Dhabi, watching the podium ceremony from the garage, his eyes fixed on the way Lewis cupped a hand around the back of Charles’s head and tipped the bottle of champagne towards his lips to drink. He remembers wandering through the paddock, confetti stuck to the sweat on his brow, and finding Seb leaning against the outside of the Ferrari garage, Nico wrapped around him and whispering in his ear. 

“Slower,” says Nico, his other arm winding around Mick’s stomach. He pulls Mick’s hips back into him, providing substantial resistance that forces Mick to relax his pace. He fucks in and out of Seb millimetre by millimetre, gritting his jaw against the unbearable drag of Seb’s rim. “I’m going to teach you how to be cruel,” Nico babbles. “Like he’s cruel.” Nico bites the lobe of Mick’s ear, runs his tongue over it. Mick imagines Nico biting down around a mouthful of diamond earrings, another body pressed to his front. “You don’t get anywhere by being nice.”

#anon you are so smart! i have not actually considered mick/seb/nico before! #pwp prompts

[tysmr]

Trolls ASMR Comfort Script with Veneer

setting: Picture yourself tucked away in a sparkling burrow, nestled in a mountain of fluffy pillows. Glittery fairy lights twinkle overhead, casting dancing shadows on the rainbow-painted walls. Veneer, his antennae drooping slightly, shuffles in with a mug of fizzy bubble juice and a plate of shimmery sugar cookies.

(Veneer plops down beside you, his big, glittery eyes filled with concern.)

Veneer: Whoa there, friend! What's with the sprinkle shower on your cheeks? Did a grumpy Bergen rain cloud follow you all the way here? Don't you worry, we'll chase it away faster than you can say "glitter bomb!"

(He places the mug and cookies near you, then gently pats your arm with his glittery hand.)

Veneer: Crying is like a sparkly waterfall for your feelings, you know? Sometimes, they gotta flow, like confetti bursting open with all the colors of your heart. Let it out, don't be shy! Each teardrop is a tiny diamond, precious and shimmering. They carry what's been buggin' you, and that's okay. Sometimes, holding things alone makes your backpack glitter-glue-heavy. But don't you worry, friend, cry it all out – we'll share the weight, like best sparkly buddies always do.

(Veneer takes a sip of his bubble juice, the fizzing sound like miniature rainbows bursting on his tongue.)

Veneer: Even the bravest Trolls cry sometimes, you know! Branch gets teary-eyed over Poppy's flower crowns, Biggie sheds glitter- lágrimas when his harmonica goes missing, and me? Well, let's just say I might get a little misty when I see a particularly spectacular sunrise. But crying ain't weakness, it's like a glitter shower for your soul! It shows you're feeling your feelings, and that's what makes you, well, YOU!

(He pulls out a seashell, its surface swirling with iridescent colors.)

Veneer: Close your eyes, hold this close. Listen to the ocean's whispers, its lullaby of sparkly calm. Let its rhythm mix with your sobs, like a glittery serenade for your inner storm. Feel the waves washing away the hurt, leaving behind a rainbow-bright peace.

(Veneer holds the shell to your ear. The ocean's roar blends with the rain outside, a soothing symphony of nature's comfort.)

Veneer: Cry it out, friend. Let the tears flow like a glitter comet streaking across the sky. The storm won't last forever, and when the sun peeks through, you'll be stronger, brighter, like a Troll fresh from a glitter spa!

(He takes your hand, his touch light and sparkly.)

Veneer: I'm here, every step of the glitter-glued way. We'll snuggle, we'll sing, we'll blast some Troll tunes so loud the Bergens think the volcano's erupting! And when the tears dry, remember this: you are loved, you are sparkly, and you are never alone. Even the smallest Troll can weather any storm, as long as they have their friends and a heart that shimmers brighter than a disco ball in a candy factory!

(Veneer winks, his eyes glistening with a newfound optimism.)

Veneer: Now, come on, friend! Time for a sparkling cry-it-out victory party! We've got cookies, bubble juice, and enough glitter to turn this burrow into a disco ball! And who knows, maybe we'll even write a song about it – the Sparkle-Tears Ballad, maybe? Sounds catchy, don't you think?

(The rain continues to fall outside, but inside your burrow, surrounded by Veneer's warmth and optimism, you feel a flicker of hope. The storm might not be over yet, but with a friend like Veneer by your side, even the rainiest day feels like a sparkling adventure.)

you can use and edit this script just give me credit.

#asmr scripts #asmr #asmr rp #asmr roleplay #comfort

[nuri148]

💝CLARITY VALENTINE'S SPECIAL! 💝

We don't celebrate Valentine's day in this household (we do St. George's day, which is the local traditional lover's celebration before VD was imposed by greedy merchants and pervasive foreign media), but this plot bunny popped into my head a while ago so I went ahead and wrote it.

The scene takes place within my fic Clarity's universe; it assumes the reader is familiar with the setting and the characters, so be warned that if you haven't read the main story, you'll miss things.

Also, while there are still several chapters of Clarity to be written, the following fic takes place AFTER the planned ending, so if you don't want to be spoiled as to whether will-they-or-won't-they, hit the back button now. (yes that was rethorical).

And now, without further ado and by popular demand...

❤💜❤💜❤💜LoveLapsang Souchong

♥💜❤💜❤💜

(1380 words)

It is a cold February day; Levi’s out running errands when he notices something odd. Bakeries offer heart-shaped, red glazed biscuits and heart-sprinkled cakes; confectioners are rife with heart-shaped chocolates and chocolate boxes; stationers boast pink and red garlands, silk paper cupids and gold heart-shaped confetti over flowery cards; florists are bursting with blood red roses; jewelers display heart-shaped pendants and earrings, rubies, engagement rings, diamonds that last forever. Every shop, restaurant and cafe is decked with those gaudy decorations. Even the bank and the post office. It’s like smallpox, but with hearts.

It’s as perplexing as it is disgusting.

And who the fuck is Valentine?

To add insult to injury, the moment he goes back into his tea shop, his safe haven, he spots Lucy wearing a pink cardigan with little red hearts in it. The clash with her ginger  hair is paramount.

Her smile fades as she sees the murderous look Levi’s giving her. He ignores her question whether he’s alright and sits on one of the bar stools, leaning on the counter as though he were a patron.

“What the fuck’s with all them fucking hearts?”

Lucy puts on her perfect host smile.

“It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow!” she says, signaling to her ghastly cardigan with the same hand gesture she uses to show the biscuit selection to clients.

“Last I checked, it was Saturday.”

Realization hits her.

“Oh, God, you have no idea what Valentine’s is.”

“And I’m not sure I wanna know, though I guess I’m about to find out.”

Fairly enough, this is the first year the foreign holiday is being celebrated in Paradis. As the island opened up to the rest of the world over the years, and people has learned about other countries, so has arrived the knowledge of their customs and celebrations. Some are similar, like New Year; others are different. And among these, some, like Valentine’s, have slowly been gaining interest among the islanders. Lucy explains the story of the day with her usual cheerfulness.

“… a day to celebrate Love! and not just romantic love, no, LOVE in all its manifestations. A day to tell your lover, your best friends, all your favourite people, just how much they mean to you,” she concludes.

Levi is not amused.

“Utterly revolting.”

Lucy sighs loudly in frustration. “Why. Enlighten me,” she defies, hands akimbo.

“Tch. Corny as fuck. Why would I force any of that tacky heart shit on my loved ones? You don’t need a special day to show your affection.”

“I’ll concede that the Aesthetics of it may not be to everyone’s taste, but maybe you should consider giving your girlfriend something, you know, just in case. It doesn’t need to have hearts in it.”

“See?” he points with his missing fingers. “This is exactly what I’m talking about. Guilt-tripping people into consumism. Mikasa knows I don’t give a flying fuck about this kind of schemes. Besides, I just gave her a birthday present.”

Lucy looks sceptical, tilts her head and returns to work.

“If you change your mind,” she says, “I can share some ideas for the shop."

“Over my dead body,” he mumbles, then walks into the back office.

The door opens and Mikasa and Emma step in. Levi comes out on hearing the greetings; Mikasa blows him a kiss as she hangs her coat and hat on the rack and rushes to the bathroom. Emma tries to take out her coat without releasing her school bag, fumbles a lot, her blonde locks get all tussled and the coat ends up on the wrong side and into the umbrella stand.

“Leeevi!” she calls to him, more excitedly than usual.

“What’s the hurry that you mess your clothes like that? Your mother’s gonna have something to say …” Emma’s not listening; she’s laid her briefcase on the closest bar stool and is picking something from inside it.

“Here! For you!” she says, handing Levi a … card? He takes it, naturally.

“’The fuck is this?”

Her little face is glowing. “A valentine! We made them at school.”

Levi looks at the card, made of plain construction paper. The cover is a colourful pencil drawing of a heart-shaped teacup with its saucer and a heart-shaped cookie on the side. From the cup hangs a tea-bag string, and the label says “Lovesang Souchong”. On the top, two hearts, one red and one pink, and the phrase “Happy Valentine’s Day!” in purple letters.

He opens it, reads it.

He stands still, eyes fixed on the squiggly words of the five-year-old brat. He swallows.

“Thanks.” His voice comes out barely a whisper.

“Do you like it?” Emma asks, all smiles, and hugs his waist. Levi lays the card on the bar to hug her back.

“Yeah,” he mutters. Emma lets go of him and takes a look at the shop.

“Aren’t you going to do any Valentine Day’s specials?”

Levi hesitates for a moment.

“Er … We were just discussing that with Lucy. Lucy?”

Lucy’s face is contorted in an unfathomable expression: she’s been doing such an abysmal job at pretending not to be completely engrossed in the exchange that’s just taken place.

“Yes, I was thinking we could highlight the red berries tea, and the baker left a list of the themed biscuits he’ll be making, too.” While Lucy makes her speech, Mikasa has come back and perches on a stool, listening with interest. “He showed me a sample of a new cake; it’s called red velvet and it’s not cheap, but it’s absolutely to die for. As for decorations …”

“Is this about Valentine’s Day?” Mikasa asks. The others answer in the affirmative. She looks at Levi. “I thought you wouldn’t care about this kind of things.”

His ears go red.

“Well … every other shop in town is doing something, we can’t be any less, right?”

Mikasa nods appraisingly, glances at Lucy, who mirrors the appreciation while very discreetly gesturing to the valentine now lying on the corner of the bar. Mikasa gets up.

“Can we get that cake Lucy just said?” Emma has the perfect puppy eyes; not that she needs them.

“Sure,” Levi says, ruffling her hair. “Ginger, you take care of everything.”

“Emma, is this how you hang your coat?” her mother says, pointing to the umbrella stand. The little one goes to put it properly and Mikasa walks to the bar.

“What’s this?” She picks up the card.

“From Minimin,” he says, averting his eyes like he don’t care.

“I’m going to do my homework.” Emma leaves through the house door.

“May I?” Mikasa asks gently. He shrugs.

There are no customers at the moment; the only sound is Lucy placing the baked goods order on the telephone.

Mikasa opens the card and reads. Her lips curl slowly in a blissful smile. She gives the card back to Levi; his fingers graze hers as he takes it and their gazes cross. The tenderness in Mikasa’s eyes is sweeter than all the heart-shaped chocolates, softer than all the rose petals, brighter than all the diamonds.

She gives him a blink-and-you'll-miss-it kiss on the cheek and gets inside the house.

Levi takes a deep breath, goes to the till and hands Lucy some money to go buy decorations. "Just don’t go overboard with it,” he pleads. She acknowledges the instructions, thankfully quieter than her usual self, and leaves.

Now alone, Levi looks at the card again. Then, he rummages in the cupboard beneath the till for supplies. He wraps the card with a piece of cellophane, securing it tautly with sellotape. Next, he pins it to the wall, right beneath the framed picture of the tea shop Emma gave him months ago.

He contemplates the humble art display, sipping the tea Lucy brewed before leaving.

The smoky woodiness filling his throat is the perfect counter balance to the sickly-sweet profusion of romantic imagery. And yet, there’s something titillating in that bouquet; a sense of intimacy … Levi imagines himself cuddling with Mikasa by the fire, under a pile of blankets, in a secluded cabin, oblivious to the raging winter outside.

Lovesang Souchong, the damn brat wrote on that card. There’s an idea for a holiday special. His mouth quirks into a sardonic smile.

“Fucking Valentine.”

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

#clarity tea house #clarity fic #rivamika #levi ackerman #aot levi #aot fanfiction #levi aot #mikasa ackerman #valentines day

[cosmignon]

✨💕Happy Pride!💕✨

Another year, another go at drawing the very queer main cast of my lil in-development story The Stardust Scouts!

I’m pleased as punch with the final result & I’m glad I could get it finished before Pride month ended

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ID: An illustration of 5 adults in colorful outfits jumping in the air; they are set against heart shaped confetti bursting up into a blue sky filled with puffy clouds. In the top center of the page there is text that reads “HAPPY PRIDE 2022”. The adults are, from left to right: a light skinned brunette with top surgery scars holding the Gilbert Baker Pride flag and wearing shorts and trans flag socks; a red haired light skinned woman wearing an ace flag varsity jacket, a rainbow earring, a bi heart patch, a tied up red shirt, jeans and ace flag boots; a fat black woman in a lesbian flag ballet outfit and diamond shaped glasses; a light skinned black haired fat person with a tattered nonbinary flag top, a pair of red booty shorts that say “THIS IS NOT A PLACE OF HONOR” on the butt, and knee high black converse shoes; and a black woman with brown braids tipped blonde wearing a short dress in the trans flag colors, a lesbian flag heart bracelet, dark leggings, and blue high heeled shoes. End ID.

Commission Info in my pinned post!

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today, our preview for you is the remaining six of our nine standard member groups. as we’ve said before, all of our member groups are for fun and aesthetic only, so please don’t feel limited to creating a character that is explicitly described by any of these. our three premium membergroups will be revealed tomorrow, and you can earn a free premium membergroup by completing our second task. with all of that said, below the cut are the descriptions of bamboo, cactus, daisy, fern, hyacinth, and tigerlily. 

bamboo — the fallen angel, the vixen, the black sheep

being the bad influence, pulsing music in a nightclub, fogged up windows, mixed drinks at the bar, wilted roses, red nail polish, telling people what they want to hear, sending a wink to the hot person across the room, luxury cars, expensive lingerie, silk sheets, oral fixations, eyeliner sharp enough to stab someone, button-downs with the sleeves rolled up, old fashioneds, mommy issues or daddy issues, going to hell in style, taking the walk of shame in the morning, guilty pleasures, sleeping in late, pounding hangovers, doing it all again the next night.

cactus — the cataclysmic, the crimson, the grifter

considered low-lives by many, having a bad temper, creating disturbances, breaking the law, fighters and criminals, con-artists and thieves, initiating a bar fight just to see the chaos ensue, lighting others on fire to keep themselves warm, leather jackets, cigarette smoke, scuffed doc martens, bruised knuckles, saying the cruelest things they can think of, baring their teeth, middle fingers, motorcycles, rolling their eyes, cruel laughter, ignoring criticism and being their own worst critic, punching the mirror so they won’t see their reflection.

daisy — the pristine, the voice of reason, the golden retriever

optimism, having a conscience, snuggling with their pet, innocence, being the “parent” friend, always wanting to help, angel wings, drinking something warm while wrapped in a blanket, taking time to do something the right way, chunky knit sweaters, having a sweet tooth, the changing of seasons, dog-earing the corners of book pages, scented candles, big fluffy clouds, basking in sunshine, always carrying bandaids, giving the best advice, the feeling after a long shower, fresh air, dried flowers.

fern — the comedian, the halcyon, the icarian 

the funniest person around, free-spirited, flying too close to the sun, eating cereal for every meal, socks never matching, a little bit naive, keysmashes when texting, the crying-laughing emoji, can’t write on paper without doodling, too nervous to make their own appointments, scuffed sneakers, never paying attention, birthday parties, gummy worms, trouble with holding down jobs, allergic to commitment, playing truth or dare, a stolen street sign in their bedroom, tangled headphones, insisting “dude” is gender neutral.

hyacinth — the aesthete, the artisan, the epicure

the smell of summer rain, hands smeared with acrylic paint, having excellent taste in wine, taking classes to improve themselves, excellent cooks, green thumbs, musicians, performers, freshly cleaned linen, sunshine peeking through the clouds, an affinity for animals, visiting art galleries and museums, handmade pottery, sewing machines, artisan goods, freshly-picked fruits, singing along with the radio, charcuterie boards, making niche spotify playlists, looking out for the people they care about.

tigerlily — the sovereign, the magnate, the prosperous

dripping in diamonds and covered in gold, popping bottles of champagne, luxury designers, four-inch heels, platinum cufflinks, doing what they have to to stay in power, the rich get richer, fireworks, busy city streets, silk and chiffon, glitter, confetti, a house party that gets out of hand, pulling strings, knowing the right people, limitless credit cards, expensive vacations, private jets, high public profile, a million instagram followers, sugar babies, material goods, everybody wants to rule the world, seize the day, long bubble baths, aged whiskey, all that glitters is gold, business deals, ivy league schools, a firm handshake.

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[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Pompe (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Pom-Pom by her family

Age- 13 (immortal)

Location- Hearthwood neighborhood, New Olympus

Personality- She's a straight laced studious girl that respects tradition & conventionality with duty being the main driving force in her life. She has a tendency to be hard on herself as well as judgemental towards things she doesn't understand.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess except shapeshifting. Abilities she shares with her family includes limited photokinesis, limited ambrosia manipulation, having an eidetic memory, and temporary blessing bestowment. Her other powers/abilities include limited pyrokinesis & light mimicry.

Pompe is the only child to Katharina, a member of The Litae. They live at their house in the Hearthwood neighborhood of New Olympus. Her aunts & cousins are next door neighbors. Pompe's room is quaint and minimalist with colors of amber, beige, cream, and pastel orange. There's always incense sticks smouldering & aromatic candles lit. Her and her mom sewn and embroidered the curtains that hang from her bedroom windows. She has a single pet/animal companion- a fledgling (newborn griffin; a girl) named Solaris. She was born from her mother's griffin Sundancer. Pompe will be able to ride her when Solaris matures in a couple of years.

She keeps her hair short and managable. Pompe's go-to products to use is raw shea butter (which she buys from the all-natural shop owned by Damia (goddess of naturalness) and the Glory's Crown green tea & jojoba oil twisting butter.

A go-to drink for her is a cafe au lait that she makes at home. She also likes ginger ale, sparkling water, coconut milk, & peach juice. Her usuals from The Roasted Bean is a medium iced green tea and a large chai latte.

Pompe calls her personal style "collegiate chic." Low-cut tops, tight jeans, and short skirts are major no-nos. She's a fan of muted & neutral colors, fitted blazers, wide leg poplin pants, and collared shirts. Her favorite fashion brand is Threads of Wisdom, where Pompe loves the oxford flats & loafers. She also likes the ballet flats from Persuausions.

She wholeheartedly believes that her mom & aunts are due a temple in their honor.

Pompe's relationship with her mom has always been a bit emotionally distant. If they're not at the church or the main office, they've rarely spent any down time together. Her mother's general overcritical way of speaking and micromanaging also doesn't help matters. If given permission, Pompe will usually go to next door to spend time with her aunt Ikesía & cousin Telete (goddess of prayers). She feels as though the environment there is more warm and inviting.

For her most recent birthday, she was gifted a pair of Victorian-style gold heart shaped earrings with white diamonds & black diamond accents from her mom.

A typical breakfast for her are scrambled eggs, a toasted buttered bagel, and sweet potato home fries. She'll also stop by The Bread Box to get an egg salad sandwich.

The Eleutherus Cathedral is almost like a second home to her. Pompe will usually help out during the daily procession as well as light up the ceremonial torches. She's also responsible for gathering up the obol coins that are dropped into the prayers' well.

Pompe doesn't partake in candy and sweets very often, considering them one of her greatest vices! Some of her favorite treats include the ambrosia honey coated candy apples from Confetti Candy Co., the milk chocolate caramel squares from Cocoa Delights (the chocolate shop owned by the goddess Pandaisia), & the coconut flavored cotton candy from Candycloud, the business owned by Nephele (goddess of clouds).

A guilty pleasure for her are veggie egg rolls with sweet and sour dipping sauce.

Pompe is a picture perfect student with excellent grades & flawless attendance. She's even taking a couple of philosophy courses at the University! At school, she particularly excels in her religious studies class. Aside from her cousins, Pompe is friendly with Philia (goddess of friendship), Pandia (goddess of the full moon), and is friends with Calocagathia (Aggie) (goddess of nobility & goodness). She thinks that Anaideia (goddess of ruthlessness, shamelessness, & unforgiveness) is a lost cause, though she's not fool enough to voice her concerns out loud. Pompe makes sure that their paths don't cross in school. She owns the disparaging nickname given to her and her cousins with pride. Pompe even showed up to school wearing a T-shirt (that she made & designed herself) with the saying "It's cool being drool."

Aside from helping out in the family business her other extracurricular activities include ballet lessons, harp lessons, volunteering at the Psomí & Zoí soup kitchen, and taking weekend classes at Kyría Aristeía, the charm school owned by Peitharchia (goddess of obedience & discipline). Pompe's favorite part of the etiquette class is when they partake in the tea sandwiches!

Her favorite dessert is the honey cake from Hollyhock's Bakery. She doesn't mind dropping 8 drachmas for a single slice afterschool.

Her other "greatest vice" is reading- particularly the sweet & fluffy contemporaries written by Erato (muse of love poetry) and the steamier romances written by Aphrodite (goddess of love & beauty). Most of her allowance has gone to buying these books even though she doesn't mind the wholesome clean romances co-written by her mom & aunts. Pompe has a collection of "unfavorable readings" hidden away in a secret compartment in her closet.

She was once tempted to go to an official book signing hosted by Erato at the Mall of Olympius, but figured the possible cons outweighed the pros.

In the pantheon Pompe also looks up to Hestia (goddess of the hearth), Aeschyne (goddess of modesty & honor), Aletheia (goddess of truth), Pistis (goddess of trust, reliability, & good faith), Anchiale (Titaness of fire), Eusebeia (goddess of piety, loyalty, duty, & filial respect); who's in talks of potentially being her mentor, Sophrosyne (goddess of moderation, temperance, & restraint), and Litismós (goddess of culture); thinking that she's the most glamourous being she's ever seen!

Her favorite TV shows to watch at home are Spíti & Estía, a popular home improvement show and O Drómos tis Zoís, a tug-at-your heartstrings family drama that centers on a family after the death of the patriach. She secretly watches the second show on her phone at night because the show does contain mature thematic elements, some coarse language, and sexual content.

Some of her favorite meals to cook include black-eyed pea salad, chicken pot pie casserole, and sauteed collard greens (added with onions & various peppers).

In her free time Pompe enjoys bike riding, gardening, yoga, knitting, sewing, pottery, chess, reading, cooking, and spending time with family.

"Life is the ceremony. How we live it is the sacred ritual."

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