#he Knew they’d love you so so fast 🥺🥺🥺

[lefthandedhotch]

hello <3 thanks to pinterest i have an aaron and jack ask because <3 my boys <3 like thats husband and son fr !!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

he pet the small boy :3 actually CRYING because he's sooooooo so so so tiny :'))) and all smiley because his daddy gave him a medal :3 PLSSSS and then the team being all 👀🤭 when they meet beth CRIES i love them all soooo much :')) the only found family ever <3

thinking about them all meeting you there <33 aaron's fiance who he's been with for a good while and while they were a bit frowny :( at not getting to know about you sooner, they knew that he did it because of what happened with haley and foyet and they knew how important she was to him so they totally understood that he kept you a secret as long as he did🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 but penny tells them to all snap out of it because he only said fiance not wife so there's plenty of time to get to know you before and at the wedding which she will now be in charge of because she loves love 🤭🤭🤭😌😌😌😌😌😌😌😌🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 you look over at aaron and grin soooo happily because they're all as amazing as he and jack told you they'd be - actually!!! they're even more amazing than that!!!!!!!!!!!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 you kiss your sweaty sweaty man and congratulate him on the triathlon and how amazing he did and he gets all blushy and shy despite the team being there (penelope Can Not control her squeals of happiness ajsmskfnfkdkgkk) and you all go get something to eat and jack holds your hand so happy that his aunties and uncles can finally meet you and!!!!! because he has a medal🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 penelope is squished to your other side asking So Many questions and you look over at aaron so amused and so happy because he has such a silly bau family and you love them all so much already🥰🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞💞💞💞

hehehehehe hiiiiiiiiii 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 thank u pinterest and thank u jess-brain for the cutie hotchner boys thought!!!! 🤭🤭💕💕💕💕💕 fr fr thats husband and son!!!! 🥹🥹🥹💗💗💗

teeniest tiniest boy ever :(((((( being sooooooo proud of his daddy and sooooooo happy when his daddy lays the medal around his neck 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 and he immediately turns to giggle to you “it’s so heavy!!!” which makes you grin so big and squish his lil cheeks “that’s because you’re so little!” and aaron watches the whole thing with the biggest most heart-eyed grin Ever! which of course makes penelope squeal loud enough to make every racer and their friends/family in the vicinity glance over at your little group all curiously 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 and after you smooch smooch smooch your sweaty handsome darling aaron, that sweet blonde angel penny gloms onto you immediately and with the help of the little hotchner bug in your arms, she gets the whole story of how you and aaron met and fell in loooooooove 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 hehehe at some point when the team all realize that penny’s interrogation of you (with questions and comments sprinkled in by the whole team who are All very curious about you 🤭) is not going to end soon, rossi suggests drinks and dinner at his mansion!!!! you’re very excited because you’ve heard Many Many stories of bau parties and rossi’s home from your hotchner guys but aaron sighs all dramatically because he is Sweaty (which of course makes you giggle and smooch his cheek as you hum “but you’re cuuuuuute” and he’s immediately placated 🤭😌 also rossi says he can shower at his place AKDHDKDJSKSKS) but you and jack are happy so he’s happy to go hang out with the team and tell silly stories about you and him when you first started dating 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 it’s still kinda early in the evening at rossi’s but sweet lil jack is already snoozing and snoring in your arms (because he was up Late the night before making a poster for his dad) and you keep seeing aaron hiding snores behind his Big hand because he’s soooooo tired after working so hard that day :( so you hug everyone and tell them you’re taking your boys home (which makes them all 🥹💕 because they Love knowing that someone who loves them so much is taking care of them 🥺) and when you get them home and get aaron into bed so you can kiss his sleepy face and murmur over and over how proud of him you are and how happy you are to have met his people who are so so important to him (and now to you too!!!!!!) and all aaron can think as you fall asleep snuggled into his chest with your hand resting over his heart and his ring on your finger while he plays over the whole day in his head is that he can’t Wait for you to be his wife and he can’t believe how unbelievably grateful he is that you’re in his (and jacks 🤭🥹🥰💗) life 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭💞💞💞💞💗💗💗💗💗💗🥰🥰

#jess! #SOBBING SO BAD!!!! #the whole time you guys are watching the race jack is such a little jumping bean 🤭 #he’s soooooooo proud of his daddy and he’s sooooooo excited to hug him when he finishes #you have to make sure he doesn’t run towards the finish line to reach him faster 🤭🤭🤭 #and you Adore the whole team 🥺 #they’re just as sweet and fun as all of the stories you’ve heard!!!!! #and you and penny fall Instantly in best friend love 🥺🥰💕 #aaron is not at all surprised when you giggle on the way home that you and penny (and the other girls!!) are gonna hang out that weekend #he Knew they’d love you so so fast 🥺🥺🥺 #aaron.hotchner #.hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader

[diejager]

Hi Joyce! This is my first time asking an author on this application, I saw you opened requests, so I have a little idea. What if this is like a side story/spin off from humans! reader x monster! 141TF AU's.

Where the reader (female) dies after giving birth to their child. And the husbands don't really take the news well, especially when their child is so physically/personality similar to the reader.

(if you read the webtoon who made me a princess then you know what I mean :) )

Thank you! Hope im didnt bother you

I’m honoured to be your first ask 🥺

Vestige Cw: angst, death, childbirth complications, single parenting, heartbreak, tell me if I missed any.

They hadn’t expected this to happen. They hadn’t expected this to be the last they’d see you. It was an unfortunate incident, they were told, a freak one that caused you to haemorrhage and they couldn’t bring you back despite how fast they acted to stop you from bleeding out. It felt like their world ended, the little light in the dark and traumatic place extinguished, a cataclysmic boom that sent their morals low and mind deeper into depression. Some drowned themselves in substance, others in physical pain to feel something other than heartache and agony, and a few were left silent, unmoving and mute. 

But they had a little baby to care for, the last vestige of your love and presence. It was a gift from you to the people you loved, a memory of the times you all shared smiles and joy as much as you shared tears and sorrow. It was the light at the end of a particularly difficult hallway, shocking them back into reality like a bucket of ice water. They had to care and nurture a child —their sweet and innocent angel. She reminded them of you so, so much that it hurt.

“Yer a wee thing, aye?” Soap had always been the first to care, the first to love and the first to act. It might’ve been hard to provide for a child as a single father, but their sweet angel was as much theirs as his, a gift to share. 

The first days were rough, none knew how to properly care for themselves, let alone a week old child! It was a slow start, passing a crying baby from one arms to the other without any idea of what to do. It was only until the eldest - Price, Alejandro and König - changed tones and put aside everything else to search up for childcare. In all honestly, they all had years of built up breaks that they rarely used to keep themselves busy to drive away the demons and keep their minds sound. 

Little Jesse was shared between them, they took shifts separated equally to let the others rest or research. Soap, Gaz, Horangi and Rudy naturally fit with Jesse, capable of looking at her when she had her little mood swings and occasional tantrums. Soap and Rudy were prone to watch over her when she felt especially excited, hands grabbing and toothless gum biting, flaying her arms around to grasp at something to tug. Horangi and Gaz were softer, more mellow and made to supervise her when she was dozing off or on the edge of exhaustion, toes and fingers curling to hold someone’s hand to sleep. 

Ghost was a little apprehensive about touching her, fearful that his curse would infect her, that everything he touched died, even the prettiest and most lively flower wilted in his presence. But König, a big and dangerous monster like the Austrian, showed him how even the most dangerous beasts could be a protector and provider. It was a slow process but he eventually made it where he could look at her the same way the others did, a perfect ball of sunshine. 

How could they not love her? When she was the perfect copy of you, taking so many characteristics from you than them. She had the same eyes and nose, the equally bright smile and flushing cheeks and the shade of hair. And as she grew older, they could see your personality shine through her, you gave her as much of yourself as you could, hoping it would quell the heartache and agony.

Jesse was their favourite regret. 

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[try-set-me-on-fire]

hello I am a slut for forehead kisses so may I request that prompt if it inspires? 🥺

I know I said reunion kiss was next but I have conflicting ideas about that one and this popped into my head and google doc nearly fully formed, so here you go. On ao3 here!

By the time Eddie has locked his car and is bolting up the stairs so fast he very nearly trips and eats shit, he’s 23 minutes late.

“Sorry, Cap,” he says, trying not to sound out of breath and discretely tugging wrinkles out of his uniform. “Water main burst near Chris’ school, must have happened after I left the house ‘cause I didn’t get any traffic alerts.”

Bobby snorts. “As your captain I have to say ‘try to be punctual next time,’ but as someone who also lives in Los Angeles… it happens.”

Eddie sighs in agreement and slides onto one of the bar stools. At least it’s not a day where they got called out immediately, he’d feel terrible if he arrived and everyone was already out on the truck. A coffee mug — Eddie’s favorite at the station, a deep speckly green handmade number somebody had found at a farmer’s market — lands next to him, along with a familiar warm presence at his side. He smiles as he looks up at Buck.

“Hello, husband,” Buck says, grin so bright Eddie thinks he might be bioluminescent if they turned off all the lights.

“Hi, husband,” Eddie says, figuring he’d probably glow in the dark, too.

-

Eddie supposes he’s probably had more eventful 72 hour time spans in his life, though he’s hard pressed to remember one where the majority of the events were this good. It’s not like it started fantastic, his shoulder still hurts like hell from landing on it when the factory floor went out from under them, and there were the three horrifying hours where no one could find Buck and it felt like the world was ending. He hadn’t kept his cool very well, he’ll admit it, and he’s fully expecting teasing to set in any time now that they’ve had a few days and Buck is perfectly fine.

They’d found him in a little pocket in the debris two floors down, not a scratch on him. He’d lost his radio, but otherwise he was sort of just waiting around. Legs crossed, hands behind his head, chill as anything. He could have been at the goddamn beach.

And he’d looked at Eddie, a happy little smile on his face, and said “I knew you’d find me,” and Eddie — who’s lungs hadn’t been working right since he’d tried to call Buck on the radio and got silence in return — had kissed him instead of saying I always will.

And when they’d got back to the station he’d gone ahead and said it out loud, too, and I don’t know how to be without you and I love you, I’ve loved you for so long and move in with me and marry me, we should get married, please marry me.

Buck’s knuckles had been almost creaking with how tight they’d been gripping the sleeves of Eddie’s uniform. “Why? I mean- we haven’t- you never- how could you want that? It’s me, I-“ he’d laughed, trying to make it into a joke. “Won’t you get sick of me?”

“I want to share my whole life with you,” Eddie had said, and then laughed a little breathless. “And Buck, I- I think we already do. Your toothbrush is in my bathroom and I have a green lawn chair because you said it looked like a frog and- and you fixed the holes in my wall and you’re raising my son. We share- my house feels most like a home when you’re there. So. You can be there, forever, if you want. You want a couch? I have a couch. You like my couch.”

Buck had laughed, tears in his eyes, kissed him again, and said “I love your couch.”

So Friday evening they’d been sitting on the aforementioned couch as best friends eating pizza and drinking beer, and Sunday morning they’d got married, and had an all day long party in their backyard with people dropping in and out whenever they weren’t at work or had other places to be and Eddie had smiled so big and laughed so hard his cheeks still ache, and Sunday night he’d had sex with a man for the first time. He, Eddie Diaz, had sex with Buck (who’s last name is now sort of a toss up until he decides how he wants to change it, a process that turns out comes with a lot more paperwork and waiting than a marriage license). Not even just sex- Buck fucked him into the mattress so hard Eddie thinks he may have had some sort of religious experience. He came so hard he got a little mad about it after. Like. Is this what it’s supposed to be like? He could have been having sex this good the whole time? Buck had laughed at him, loud but not unkindly.

He’d learned what it’s like to sleep in a bed beside the man that he loves. Buck is warm and his feet are cold and he is delightfully solid and unmovable. He snores, especially when he curls up in his sleep, but Eddie has spent years sleeping in a big shared room in a fire station and years before that falling asleep in a war zone, so it doesn’t bother him. This morning they’d woken up holding hands even though they hadn’t gone to sleep like that, and Eddie is in love, in love, in love.

-

Sometime about halfway through their first shift as a married couple they’re called to a car gone over a cliff in the hills. It’s not gone very far over the cliff, and is resting on stable ground, and the occupant inside seems more shaken up than anything, but someone’s still got to get in a harness, and like usual that person is Buck.

Eddie can feel Chimney smirking off to the side as he triple checks Buck’s harness and line, but this is something Eddie always does and not a new feature of some sort of honeymoon phase. Buck’s life is precious, has been since the beginning, he’d never risk it with something as preventable as an improperly secured strap. Back last year, when Buck had been in the coma, it had been the one thing he’d not felt guilty about. The harness had caught him. Eddie had triple checked it. He always has and he’s not going to stop now.

"Be careful,” he says, darting in to give him the quickest kiss he thinks he can get away with. So, that part is new, sue him.

Buck's eyes get wide, and then he nods very solemnly. "I will," he promises, looking at Eddie for another long minute before he goes over the side.

To his left Bobby lets out a huff of air, and he's making a face and shaking his head when Eddie turns to investigate. Eddie raises an eyebrow.

"It's that easy?" Bobby gestures down the side of the cliff, amused. "I should have had one of you marry him ages ago."

Eddie laughs, and turns back to keep an eye on the line.

-

“We’re going to the roof,” Eddie says, after they’re back at the station. “For fifteen minutes,” he concedes to Bobby’s raised eyebrows. “To engage in strictly pg13 activities,” a final plea.

Bobby sighs, and Hen cackles as he waves a defeated hand at them to go ahead. Eddie hooks his arm through Buck’s and they stumble up the stairs side by side, laughing like they’re getting away with something.

-

They only got twelve minutes before the alarm rang again, and it was non stop after that till the end of the shift. Eddie’s shoulder is almost too stiff to move at this point, and Buck looks dead on his feet.

“You wanna just come home with me?” He asks, leaning on the locker next to Buck’s as he changes.

“Uh…” Buck looks tempted when he emerges from his t-shirt, hair all ruffled, but then he shakes his head. “Nah, we took both cars for a reason, I should go grab stuff from the loft.” The logistics of very suddenly moving in together are still working themselves out. Eddie thinks he could probably push — Buck practically lived with him before, anyway, what could be at the loft that he would miss so terribly it couldn’t wait another night? — but they’d planned their day like this so they could both go on Chris’ beach day field trip tomorrow without having to squeeze packing around it.

“Alright,” he agrees, though he can’t help feeling a little reluctant about it. He hasn’t been apart from Buck for more than an hour since he’d been lost in a pile of rubble, and he doesn’t really want to go separate ways now. He leans in for a kiss, and the way Buck smiles into it might be able to tide him over for just a little while. “I’ll go get the kid. See you at home.”

“Okay. Goodbye, husband,” Buck says, a little sparkle back in his tired eyes.

“Bye, husband,” Eddie laughs, soft, kissing him again.

-

There’s three unpacked boxes pushed to the side of the living room and two others empty by the recycling, contents dispersed around the house. By mutual, exhausted decision they’d agreed to deal with the rest some other time and collapsed into bed. They can’t even really make out properly, one or both of them yawning into it repeatedly until Eddie laughs and rolls onto his back, setting his alarm for the morning and settling more comfortably under the covers.

“Night, Buck,” he breathes, leaning onto his pillow to kiss his cheek. “I love you.”

Buck does the little smile with startled-wide eyes he’s done every time Eddie’s said it so far. “I love you, too. Uh- sweet dreams.”

And that should be that, another happy night of wedded bliss, but the thing that Eddie knows and kind of forgot is that after a long and hectic shift Buck gets a little restless no matter how tired he is, brain running overtime, so after trying to wait out his tossing and turning and yawning Eddie eventually sighs, turns the bedside lamp back on, and pokes him in the side.

“What’re you thinking about?”

Buck frowns at him. "Eddie. What if I die in my sleep?"

He doesn’t think it’s a real question, but it still makes his stomach lurch a little. "Why would you do that?"

Buck makes a face. "I wouldn't mean to."

"I mean- why are you afraid of that?"

Buck frowns harder. “I don’t know. I heard once you yawn because you’re falling asleep and your brain thinks you're dying, so it tries to get you a burst of oxygen to save you.”

“Okay, but- you’re not actually dying.” Eddie reaches a clumsy hand under the covers till it collides with Buck’s chest, where his heart is somewhere inside beating steady. “You’re okay. Just tired.”

Buck nods, but he hasn’t stopped frowning. “What if you die in your sleep?”

Eddie hums, shuffling onto his side to face Buck more fully. “I don’t plan to.”

“Okay,” Buck says, trusting Eddie’s word even in a hypothetical he would in actuality have no control over. “What if Bobby dies? Or- or anybody. What if… a meteor destroys the station and we can’t go to work?”

Eddie snorts, and then feels bad about it until he sees Buck grin a tiny bit. “I think we’d still have jobs, Buck. They’d rebuild the station, we might all just have to work at different houses for a while.” Buck frowns again, and Eddie winces at introducing this new worry. “Hey. If a meteor destroys our station I promise I will beg on hands and knees to get transferred to the same place as you.”

Buck laughs, just a small exhale of air through his nose. “Feel like you might wanna stay upright. They might cite professionalism and all that.”

“Okay,” Eddie says, kissing his cheek. “I will beg on two feet to stay by your side whenever I can, as long as I can.”

“Alright,” Buck says, a little choked. He slings an arm over Eddie’s side and settles in close against him, and Eddie thinks that might be it until he says, very quietly, “What if I’m not a good husband to you?”

“Oh, Buck.” This question is a real question, the one that was hiding behind all the others. “You're doing pretty great so far.”

“It’s been like two days.” Muffled, somewhere around Eddie’s collarbone.

“Yeah, and they’ve been a pretty great two days.” He drags his hand around Buck’s ribs, everything made soft sandwiched by blanket and sleep shirt. “I asked you to marry me because I wanted to be married to you. I wanted- you to be married to me. My husband.”

“Yeah, that’s usually why people ask that question,” Buck mumbles, not, apparently, in the mood to easily accept comfort. “But what if-“

“Are you afraid of me?”

“What?” Buck reels back in surprise to look at him. “No. Of course not.”

“Then why are you scared I’ll change my mind?” Eddie can feel the raised line of a scar on Buck’s back through his shirt. The one from getting tossed from the board the first time he’d gone surfing, Eddie’s pretty sure, years before they met. “I won’t. I’m not going to get tired of you, I’m not going to leave you behind, you’ll never be too much for me. You-“ Eddie takes a breath, tries to get his thoughts in order. “You make my life better by being in it, and that has always been true, and you know we’ve gone through some shit before. Even… even when you were suing the city because you were a lonely little idiot and I was pissed at you because I was a mean little idiot, all I wanted was to be by your side. When I was bleeding out in the street I just wanted to be with you. When you were- when you were dead on that ladder I’d have done anything-“ Eddie exhales, hard. Buck is on his left side, birthmark buried in the pillow, so Eddie has to snake his hand up to tilt his head for access to it. They’ve only been able to kiss each other for a tiny handful of days, but it doesn’t feel new, really, when he presses his lips to the pink blotches of skin. “I don’t know how else to explain it to you, but I will keep trying every day for the rest of our lives, if you’ll let me.”

Buck kisses him, hard, holds him tight. “I- yeah, I-,” another kiss, slower. “As long as I can- I’ll tell you, too, I- I’ve never been anywhere I’ve felt- it’s so easy to be here, in your- in our home.” Buck’s fingers find Eddie’s scars, twin bullet holes, touching them so reverently he thinks the scars might heal right up and vanish. “You make me-“ He kisses Eddie’s cheek, up by his eye, his nose, right between his eyebrows. “I don’t know how to say it. If you try every day, can I try, too?”

“Anytime,” Eddie vows. “Every day, anytime you want.”

“Alright,” Buck says, tail end of the word getting swallowed by another yawn. Eddie kisses his forehead again, or maybe just smiles against it. “I love you, Eddie. So much.”

“So much, too.”

It’s a little bit of a stretch to be able to turn the light off again with Buck still wrapped around him, but he gets it on the second try. He’s not sure how well he’ll be able to fall asleep tangled together like this, but that’s fine. Buck is warm. His feet, where they’re bumped here and there into Eddie’s legs, are cold. They breathe in, and on this inhale are entirely synched. There’s no place he’d rather be.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #my writing #911 abc #they’re just fuckin sappy i dunno what to tell ya

[shuniverse]

distraction ,, b.c , s.cb , h.hj , h.js , l.f

🧷 so for my first genuine post on this acc I decided I’d do my skz ‘biases’ (why r they called that?) for a lil thing :)

read pt. 2 here!

📁 you’re doing your guy’s favorite thing together and it starts to get a lil frisky <3 (it’s dif for each member, like Felix would be baking, hyunjin would be drawing/painting, etc etc)

🎐 suggestive talk/descriptions ;; mostly cute fluff (except for Changbins + Jisungs I got carried away 😭) ;; fem reader! (fem terms, she/her pronouns are used) ;; reader draws and does art in Hyunjin’s 👍 (totally not self indulgent on my part definitely not what are you talking about) ;;

;;

bang chan ;;

chan’s giggles make you smile while he does Chan’s Room. must be some funny comments, Stay being silly or asking embarrassing questions.

Chan had invited you to join his VLive, and you happily agreed, putting on a comfortable hoodie you had, that just so happened to be a hoodie that he got you. Stay was surprised when they’d realized Chan was dating you- you weren’t an idol (at least not professionally, Chan saw you as his own personal idol <3) and you’d never really been in anything big. But Chan loved you nonetheless.

Stay began flooding the comments when he’d introduced you

CHAN OMG WHEN DID YOU GET A GF

I thought I was ur gf 🥺

wow she’s pretty

That particular last comment had you blush a bit, surprising you that someone would say that. Chan just giggled again. “Yep, that’s my y/n. She may not be famous but you guys will totally see more of her, I swear.” He looks at you for confirmation after saying that, to which you nod your head, and he smiles in return.

After a while of him playing songs at Stays request (and some random time when Han comes in to bug him about stuff, being silly) you get bored. And so, you get an idea.

You move to sit on Chan’s lap, making it seem innocent enough, just trying to be close to your boyfriend, but you have other plans. Situating yourself nearly right on his crotch, you squirm, making it seem like you’re getting comfortable.

Chan takes notice fast, his cheeks and ears heating up. He doesn’t say anything, just looking for whatever song Stay recommends, but you know it’s all an act. Chan can never resist you, but he has to stay strong for a little longer.

After a particularly aggressive wiggle of your hips 10 minutes later, Chan picks you up and sits you on his couch, smirking, then looks to the camera. “Well, that’s it for today guys, I’m gonna go. I hope you had fun!” He gets up. “Alright, big hug.”

He does his usual hug, and says goodbye to Stays with a little peace sign, then turns off the livestream. He turns to you in his swivel chair, grinning. “Baby, you’re in for it.”

You can’t help but simultaneously giggle and whimper as he climbs on top of you.

..

seo changbin ;;

Workouts between you and Changbin were fun, though exhausting. You weren’t as used to it as Bin was, and though you enjoyed it, you always ended up sore.

He knew this, and always made sure he could help you, whether that be by helping you lift your weights, build up your stamina by jogging alongside you and letting you know when it’s ok to take breaks.

Though, you decided to take your break while he was doing reps, pushing the weighted bar up and down where he laid. Getting bored, you decide to go sit on his lap. Nothing new for you, he’s used to you sitting on his lap while he does his reps, so all he does is give you a small smile, before continuing.

With a small shift of your hips, you catch him off guard by swiveling them to get comfortable, right on his crotch. His thick arms stutter for a second, almost going unnoticed by you, but he continues his reps, seeming distracted. You smirk, and shift around more, now knowing what you’re doing but playing it off as trying to get comfortable.

He sighs, before putting the bar on its holders and sitting up. “Baby, what do you think you’re doing?”

You shrug. “I dunno, just getting comfortable.” You grin, trying to make it seem like you have no clue what you’re doing.

He cocks an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh, really?” He brings his hands down to your ass, squeezing it. “C’mon, since you’re just so desperate, let’s go home.”

You get off of him, giggling, and you walk out of the gym to your car. You don’t make it all the way home due to one of his hands gripping the inside of your thighs.

..

hwang hyunjin ;;

“Honey, wanna draw with me?” You look at your boyfriend, waiting for his response.

His response was nothing less than enthusiastic. He thoroughly enjoyed doing art with you, drawing, painting, pottery, anything. He smiles, and walks over to you.

“Of course I do, baby.” He sits down on the bed from where he was working on his own painting. He’s almost always willing to drop a small project to help you or do things with you. “So, what are you drawing?”

You smile, and turn back to your sketchbook. “I’m trying to get better at anatomy, so I’m working on drawing women in different poses.”

He nods in acknowledgement, and looks at the detailed drawings. “You’re really good, honey.”

You giggle. “Not as good as you, Jinnie.” He grins, kissing your temple. “You flatter me, princess.”

“Can I sit on your lap while I draw, Jinnie?” He nods, smiling happily, and gets comfy so he pulls you into his lap. You grab your pencil and start sketching more, making sure to draw the lines and anatomy right.

You hear Hyunjin sigh behind you, and one of his hands moves to your hips, his chin resting on your shoulder. After a bit more time passes, you feel his plush lips press to the nape of your neck, and his thumbs rubbing little circles into your hips. You sigh out contentedly, leaning back into him, and this gives him the incentive to press deeper kisses into your neck, gently nibbling, making you whimper.

He brings his lips to your ear, lowering his voice to a husky whisper. “I think you should put those pretty hands somewhere else, princess.”

..

han jisung ;;

Jisung decided to take the day to work on a project, since he had a song idea berating the forefront of his brain and he just had to get it out.

You decided to join him, keep him company while he works, putting beautiful vocals and his own raps into the song, composing pretty tracks and music. You’re always in awe at how he works, and it makes you giggle when he finishes singing a particularly high note or a hefty rap verse and looks over to see you with a loving gaze in your eyes, causing a pretty shade of pink to dust his cute cheeks.

Jisung loved you for being next to him, with him, on top of him, underneath him, any position really. And with the way you were sat comfortably on his lap while he put the vocals and music together on the computer, he felt so comfortable in your presence.

You lean your head back against his shoulder, and you turn your head to kiss the base of his throat. “How’s the song coming along, Sungie?” You hadn’t been paying attention, half asleep with your eyes closed, comfortable and sleepy in his warm embrace with the light tapping and clicking of his keyboard and mouse.

Jisung smiles. “It’s going well, baby.” Looking down at your sleepy figure, he placed a gentle kiss on your bare shoulder, the loose jacket you had on slipping down your arm, the thin strap of your tank top slipping with it. “What about you? You seem tired.” He chuckles.

You shift yourself around, spreading your thighs across his lap as you face him, smiling sleepily. “I am just fine, Sungie. But I could be better..” You slip your hand slowly down his abdomen, to his crotch, pressing down. “I could be fuller.”

Jisung blushes, but then grins, holding your hips. “Oh?”

You nod, biting your lip, and you lean forward to whisper in his ear. “Need your cock, Sungie..”

With that, he’s picking you up and placing you on the couch, looming over you. “Your wish is my command, baby.”

..

lee felix ;;

Felix was in the kitchen working on making a batch of brownies, when you walk in, still a little drowsy from your nap.

He smiled at you when you walked into the kitchen, and put the bowl of batter he was stirring down. “Hey, sweetheart. You sleep good?” He wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped your own around his waist.

“I’m alright, Lixie..” You snuggled your face into his chest, him rocking back and forth gently. Felix presses a light kiss to your head, smiling.

“Well, I’m making some brownies, wanna help me?”

You looked up at him, and the sleepiness in your eyes made him smile. You nodded, and he lets go, holding your hand and walking with you to the bowl of batter. You rolled up your hoodie sleeves, and rubbed your eyes.

“You okay, sweetie?” He looked over at you, an expression that was a mix of concern and amusement on his freckled face.

You nodded, smiling and kissing Felix’s cheek. “Yeah, I’m okay, Lixie. But let’s get back to your brownies!”

He smiled, and started stirring the batter with you.

It’s all happy and dandy til you said you were tired, using that as an excuse to come behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, leaning your head against his back. He didn’t have a clue as to your true intentions, only nodding and continuing to stir, so naturally, he was caught of guard when you run your hands down his abdomen to his crotch.

Felix let out a small gasp, and whined as you rubbed your hand up and down, which made you grin.

“Baby-“ he whimpered out, “we- mh- we should go into the bedroom if you want to do this.”

You smirked, his normally deeper voice a bit in the higher range as he whimpered.

“Well, let’s go then.” You grinned as he blushed, your hands leaving the now more prominent bulge in his sweats. You grabbed his hand, dragging him away from the batter to your shared bedroom. When he walked in, you lightly pushed him onto the bed, and you lock the door behind you, a small smirk on your face as you see him get more squirmy.

“C’mon honey, no more teasing.”

;;

ty to whoever read this, and I hope you enjoyed my little drabble lol

feel free to reblog, just make sure to credit me!

#skz imagines #bangchan x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan drabbles #changbin x reader #changbin drabbles #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin drabbles #han jisung x reader #han jisung drabbles #lee felix x reader #lee felix drabbles #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #seo changbin #bang chan #lee felix #skz smut #please I love these men so much someone put me to sleep pls and ty

[whiskygoldwings]

Oh my gosh, you're so sweet 🥺

Hmmmm, definitely Jesse/Kix again (my babies), but it's a tossup between #24, a sleepy kiss, and #35, a kiss against a wall 🤔

How about you pick whichever one strikes the mood for you ☺️ If it so pleases, you!

(ABO is always welcome in my world 👀)

I chose 24, a sleepy kiss, and this turned out soft and warm and lovely! I hope you enjoy!

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Jesse stares at the ceiling, wide awake and anxious.

Kix has been in the Medbay for hours. The skirmish had been brutal and devastating. They’d lost so many Vode, and Jesse suspected they’d lose many more through the night. He’d seen Kix briefly, checking in as they always did after every battle, and Kix held blood-soaked gloved hands to either side as Jesse had licked over the scar on his throat, reassuring himself his Omega mate was fine.

They’d rested their foreheads together, Kix taking deep, scenting breaths through his nose. Then there’d been a shout, and Kix had pressed a fleeting kiss on his lips before marching back to his own battle.

That had been… Almost a whole cycle ago. Jesse had taken part in clean-up, sharing firm touches with the rest of his squad, leaving their scent on each other as comfort that they all had made it through. After everything was put to rights that could be, he’d gone to their bunk to wait.

He hadn’t heard anything. Kix would normally ensure a message found it’s way to him when things were rough, but there’d been nothing. The nervous tension in his chest wound tighter with every hour that passed by with no news. He knew better than to disturb the medics while they were working, and especially in the aftermath of something like this.

But it didn’t mean he was going to listen to the warning chiding in his head.

Flinging side the covers, he gets up. Doesn’t bother to put his armour on, even though as an ARC, he really should know better. It’d take longer than he’s willing to wait, with the faint thrum of pain the bite scar on his throat, Kix’s mating mark throbbing in time to his heartbeat.

The walk to the Medbay feels like it takes far too long, even though it’s only a floor away. Kix had insisted they be close, and this was the closest they could get. Jesse hadn’t argued; he knew the weight of duty. But now it feels strangely lengthened, like every step is half of what it should be. There’s a tight weight in the back of his throat, and he moves faster. Surely nothing could have happened right? Kix was in the Medbay… Nothing could have happened.

But Kix never forgot to message Jesse. Not after…

Jesse bursts through the Medbay door, causing Tulsi, one of the Medics working under Kix, to startle from the bed near the door and whirl round to face him.

“Where’s Kix?” Jesse demands and Tulsi’s face takes on an “Oh” expression, before he winces.

“Osik, sorry vod, meant to send you a message but…” Tulsi looks tiredly around at the packed Medbay beds and sighs. “Kix is fine,” he says, firmly, and Jesse feels the choking fear ease slightly. “I’ll show you where he is, probably about time he went to bed anyway.”

Tulsi waves for Jesse to follow him, and leads him to an office Jesse recognises as the medical records room. It’s warm and quiet, in comparison to the cool atmosphere of the Medbay, with all it’s background noise of groans and pain.

Tulsi puts a finger to his lips, then opens the door, and Jesse sees why Kix didn’t make it back to their bunk.

He’s fast asleep, head pillowed on his arms on the desk, face drawn and exhausted. Jesse’s heart melts, spotting the stylus slumping in Kix’s lax hand and realising he must have put his head down for a moment, thinking he’d just rest briefly, and fallen fast asleep.

Jesse flashes Tulsi a grateful look, and the younger medic simply gives him a wan grin back, before going back out into the Medbay, closing the door behind him.

Kix doesn’t stir as Jesse moves to kneel down next to him. It’s only when Jesse puts a hand on his knee and shakes it gently that he mumbles grumpily, tucking his face into the shelter of his arms more firmly.

Force. Jesse loves him so kriffing much. He’s pretty sure he’s wearing a soppy grin, but he can’t really bring himself to care. His omega is exuding a soft, sleepy scent that warms him to his very toes, and he desperately wants to simply let him sleep.

But the position is awkward, and Kix is already experiencing issues with his shoulders after so many cycles hunched over desks and wounded Vode. It’ll cause him more harm than good to leave him here.

Jesse leans up, pressing a kiss to the side of Kix’s head and murmurs gently to him, “Kix, love. I know you’re tired, but you’ll sleep so much better in our bed.”

Kix grumbles, but Jesse squeezes his shoulder lightly, and Kix lets out a deep sigh, before turning his face to look at his harasser. “Jess’?” he mumbles, and Jesse can’t help himself.

He leans down, placing a kiss on Kix’s soft lips, then nuzzles their noses together. “Let’s get you to bed, huh?”

“Me’bay?” Kix slurs, but begins to unfold himself. Jesse can’t help but notice the small flinch as Kix stretches his right shoulder out, and suddenly feels guilty he didn’t come to check on him sooner.

“Tulsi has it in hand,” Jesse promises, pushing aside his self-recriminations. He’s never wanted to crowd Kix; the smart, quick-witted omega didn’t need his alpha worrying about him every minute. Jesse was here now.

Kix yawns, slumping heavily onto Jesse’s shoulder, turning to give him a sleepy kiss to the bottom of his jaw. He nuzzles in, and Jesse’s so desperately, completely gone for his mate in that moment. “Mm’kay,” Kix sighs into Jesse’s throat, and if nothing else showed how tired he was, the fact that he was willingly leaving someone else in charge of his Medbay certainly did.

Jesse practically holds Kix up as they stumble back to their bunk. Tulsi had simply given Jesse a grateful nod as they passed, and Jesse had tucked Kix in a little tighter to his side, earning a rumbling noise from deep in the omegas chest.

Kix inspired such care in the people who followed him. His mate was simply amazing.

They make it to their bunk in what feels like a far quicker time than it took Jesse to reach the Medbay, and Jesse wastes no time in getting Kix out of his soft Medbay uniform, and tucking him into the bed.

He goes to put the soiled clothes in the ‘fresher, but is stopped by Kix’s hand grabbing his wrist. Kix is watching him with hooded, hazy eyes.

“Stay?” Kix asks quietly, and Jesse would never deny him that. He drops the clothes to the floor, and gets under the covers Kix manages to hold up slightly for him, lying face to face with the omega and wrapping one arm over him, while tucking the other under the pillows. Kix nudges forward, lifting his face and kissing him sweet, and soft, and slow.

It’s only a moment, before Kix sighs as he pulls away, a slight smile on his lips, and curls himself into Jesse’s chest.

It’s only a moment, but it’s a moment that stays with Jesse forever.

#star wars #the clone wars #jessix #clone medic kix #clone trooper jesse #cloneshipping #my fanfic #kiss prompts

[paulmcf4rtney]

could i request a teddy boy john x reader 🥺 maybe going on a cute date?

Anon asked for Teddy boy!John x reader, TYSM FOR THE REQ! <3 i hope you like it! (i saw this req a lil late 😔)

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-You started dating John a week ago or so, your relationship with him is a little rocky, but you’re both wildly in love.

-But John being John, he’s the jealous type. He won’t even let another boy look at you let alone touch you.

-He’s had his eye on you for quite some time, checking you out. Meaningless flirting at first.

-But then it came to touching.. God, his touches always sent shivers right up your spine.

-You liked seeing someone like him chase after you, always at a fingertips reach.

-You like bad boys, what is there more to say?

-He was a troublesome, feared, protective and nonetheless attractive man.

-(And also cute with the way he carried a guitar around all the time)

-John brought up the idea of a date, he was going to secure this relationship one way or another.

“So, baby, since we’re dating, I think we should go on a *real* date, not just stickin’ around n’ hiding from your parents whenever I come over.” John said, lighting a cigarette, his back leaning against the wall outside of the school you both went to.

You almost forgot about how your parents treated him, they didn’t like your boyfriend all that much, they scoffed at your relationship whenever you brought it up but you didn’t care. You were in love and that’s all that matters. You would run away with him if you could.

“Really?.. I dunno, John, you wanna make that commitment?” You played and teased. It was obvious you wanted to, by the look in your eyes n biting your lip ever so slightly.

“Yeah really, I wouldn’t be sayin this if I wasn’t serious. Besides, ya wanna go with me don’t you?” He cooed, his fingers gently caressing and lifting your chin.

You could barely look him in the eye with how he was making your knees go weak and your cheeks red. But you nodded, unable to say anything at the moment.

“Good, good puppy.” His voice was so soft with you but rough and loud with everyone else, you couldn’t get enough.

“A-Alright then!” You announced, “It’s settled.- Next thing you know you’re gonna try to put a ring on my finger.” You smiled at the thought, despite it just being a joke.

“Maybe that is next, ya never know.” Oh you wish you could have seen your face realizing what his response was, priceless.

“Meet me at the hill around 5, don’t be late.”

Before you could say anything about the date being quite literally today he walking away, you took the chance to run back to your house to get yourself ready. You knew John wasn’t the best at timing things or making actual plans. So you stuck with it.

You threw on a pretty sundress with flower patterns, simple makeup and some comfortable shoes (but still fashionable) All just before 5. The place John was talking about wasn’t too far from your house, it was a small grassy hill with a huge trees around it. It’s a pretty place to relax, especially now during the summer.

You got there as fast as you could on foot, you didn’t want to tell your parents either since they’d realize who you were with and you’re a terrible liar, you’d 100% get grounded.

Once you made it, you saw John in comfortable yet dashing clothing, actually, he looks good in anything so you didn’t really care. But he had a picnic basket and blanket laid out.

He made n bought your favorite foods and drinks. You assumed he was planning this for longer than you expected.

“John?..” You smiled, he smiled right back, waving you over, you ushered right on and sat down. “This is amazing, where did you find the time??-“

“Shhh now love don’t question my expertise.“ He shushed you with a sandwich to your mouth and you took it, trying not to giggle at his goofiness.

“N’ I thought we could watch the sunset while we had a picnic, as a real date without anyone, ye know seeing us.”

You adored the effort John put into this and kissed him, his arms hooking around you while you watch the sun say goodnight. You wouldn’t want this moment to end, ever.

#the beatles #john lennon x reader #teddy boy john lennon #teddy boys #the beatles x reader

[canon-can-fight-me]

Drabblecember Day 9: A Walk Outside

Okay listen. Is it like ten days after the ninth? Yes. But I was too busy to write that day and this prompt was really cute so I wanted to post something for it 🥺

875 words

Pairing: Kai3po (pre-dating)

He was so tired.

While promised that the event wouldn’t go on for long, and that he was sure to be an invaluable asset to the mission, Threepio served little purpose that night other than to be his former master’s coatrack. Granted, he was told to be on standby, should his services be needed, but at this point it appeared whatever Anakin and Obi Wan assumed was going to happen at the gala was nothing to warrant the lightsabers securely stashed away. The night had drone on for long enough, and while no verbal or physical labor had been required of him, he felt exhaustion coupled with utter loneliness. Standing still for hours, let alone with no one eager to use him for the one thing he was good for, was upsetting. That is, until his attention was brought to a flash of scarlet, in the form of a shiny red dress. The owner of said dress a familiar, not completely unwelcome sight.

“Well, don’t you clean up nicely.”

He turned to see Kaiyo grinning, gesturing to the bowtie Anakin had fastened to him earlier that evening. It had gone a tad crooked at this point.

“Thank you…you look quite radiant yourself.”

“I know,” she teased, darting her head around before facing him again. “Did you come by yourself, or is your date just in the restroom?”

He mimicked a scoff. “I do not have a “date”. Master Anakin asked me to accompany him and Obi Wan here for a mission, supposedly…although I’m unsure why my presence is even necessary at this point.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” She jerked her head towards his shoulder, suit jacket draped over.

“I believe that further proves my point.” He said.

“Well…if you’re not too occupied, maybe you could join me outside for a walk?” She sighed dramatically. “It’s so stuffy in here, not even the food is worth staying for. You’d think with how wealthy the owners are they’d at least have a decent menu.”

“A-As lovely as that sounds, I must remain here. What if I’m needed?”

“I’m sorry, how long have you been standing here doing absolutely nothing? Two hours?”

“…Three.“

“Oh, you poor thing.” She took hold of his arm, tugging him towards the exit. “Let’s get you some fresh air.”

“I must remind you, that as a droid I do not require ‘fresh air’.”

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He hadn’t protested much. Keyword much, though he knew realistically Kaiyo saw through his protests and was aware he was grateful for an excuse to take a break. While unaccustomed to the chilly night air, he slowly started to prefer it to the stuffiness of the ballroom.

“Soooo, what’s this mission about, exactly?”

“I can’t tell you that! It would go against my protocol to reveal such information.”

Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“They didn’t tell you much of anything, did they?”

“Well—“ he began to protest, “I—um, of course they did…”

Kaiyo gave a small laugh, her suspicions all but confirmed.

Heat ran through his faceplate, and he glanced away.

“L-Let’s not talk about that. I’m rather curious to know what you’re doing here.”

She shrugged.

“You have your mission, I have mine. Let’s just say I wasn’t able to gather the intel I was looking for.” She pressed her lips together, hoping he wouldn’t question further. He wasn’t always adept at picking up cues, but he had someone grown to recognize her tells. One of which, he noticed, was what he understood was the natural human response to the cold: shivering. He could tell she was trying to power through it, slightly increasing her pace, and he wondered why she didn’t simply suggest going back inside.

“Kaiyo…” he began.

She paused, turning back to face him, eyes widening when she realized that she had outpaced him by quite a few feet in an attempt to generate heat.

“Oh, sorry! Am I walking too fast?”

“Well yes, but—“ she hurried back to his side as he spoke, “I was going to point out that you seem cold.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly. “It’s pretty chilly…”

Wordlessly, Threepio slowly slid Anakin’s suit jacket off his shoulder, gently placing it around Kaiyo’s shoulders.

“Oh!” Kaiyo glanced up at him, further burying herself in the jacket. “Are you sure Anakin won’t mind?”

“I’m sure if he needed it, he would have asked for it back by now,” Threepio explained. Kaiyo nodded, a small smile gracing her face. Threepio forced himself to look away.

She had no business looking so cute.

He thought if he just avoided looking at her, focused his gaze on the grass, the sky, anything else, that the rush of energy through his circuits would subside. That is, until she seemingly read his mind and decided to make it worse.

Granted, while she could technically read some minds (a perk of her mastery of the Force), he thanked the maker that such a trick didn’t work on droids.

But as she reached to adjust his bowtie, patting it down slightly with a satisfied smile that made him feel like his circuits were melting, he wasn’t so sure.

All he knew is that he was pleased that he had decided to walk with her that evening.

#rina writes 🖊️ #drabblecember #drabblecember2023 #ok.to.rb #listen. I love the ‘drapes jacket over shoulders’ trope so I HAD to write it #even if it means stealing anakin’s jacket for the greater good

[hanniejji]

(Im so sorry this is a long one but my imagine took this and ran :)) )

Imagine, Maple is playing with a few other young children their age in the forest of Liyue. They’re running around and playing hide n seek, climbing up trees and hiding in bushes. Maple is smart, they knew how to hide thanks to Kazhua’s teachings during battle. They hide far too well and giggles silently as they pass by their hiding spot calling their name and looking.

However, Maple soon realizes their hiding spot was too god as just a couple minutes turns into twenty. Bored, they crawl out and search to find their friends calling their names worriedly. Soon the suns starting to set and Lil’ Maple realizes their more lost than before. They’re too panicked to remember Kaz’s teachings of remain calm and find your tracks or at least a river. Instead they start wailing hoping for their big brother to find them somehow before anything else can! She hears the cooing noise of a bird and tearily looks up at the branch to find an odd ebony and teal bird…

Meanwhile, Kazuha was idly chatting with Beidou and Ningguang, a gnawing feeling in his gut that something was wrong. To his surprise the group of children Kaz knew Maple was playing with, runs up frantically calling for him. One of them frantically explains that they went missing in the Liyue forest.

Instantly, Kaz is running as fast as he can to the forest to find them. Just as he arrives to the edge of the forest, billowing with fog from the humid, night setting in, he spots a figure in the distance. He keeps his hand tightly gripped on the handle of his sword preparing for anything, until he recognizes the big golden eyes anywhere. And the bundle in his arms is Lil’ Maple.

Kaz nearly had tears in his eyes at the sight of his little sibling found, and by Xiao of anyone! He rushes over and the moment Maple spots their older brother they squirm until Xiao lets them go to run to Kaz. He drops down to his knees to hug his one and only baby sibling, too relieved they’d been found to scold them. Kaz silently nods at Xiao and he returns the gesture before disappearing.

The next day, Xiao came back to the inn and finds a plate of Almond Tofu and a barely legible letter thanking him with adorable stick figures of him and Lil’ Maple below -🌻

another episode of: just a day in maple's adventurous and totally safe life!

THAT'S SO FUCKING CUTE THO AAAHHHHH ALSO XIAO IN HIS ADEPTI FORM 🥺🥺🥺🥺🤲🤲🤲

maple is not allowed to play hide and seek anymore because they're too good that they'd get lost trying to find the best hiding place :'>

xiao flying around in his adepti form and finding maple is like... a mama bird with a crying baby bird 🥺 AND HES CRADLING MAPLE IN HIS ARMS? HHNHNHNH I AM SCREAMING CRYING SHAKING THROWING UP AAAAAHHHHH

kazuha guiding maple in writing a thank you letter for xiao and carrying them up the balcony :'> i love this match

#maple.ask #asks #nonnie

[eviltiddyproductions]

Vincenzo : Episode 20

I love how globally we've all decided that when one of our main leads gets shot, there will be a slow motion realisation

spoilers for rizzoli and isles but after seeing rizzoli shoot someone through shooting her body, i am always worried if the person trying to protect someone from getting shot has managed to shield their person 💀 #tvtraumatings

it's just her shoulder though? isn't it? I can't see. i know she's gonna make it because protagonist tings

why has everyone else stopped lol

brother you're still alive !!!

it has actually taken me so long to complete this show lol.

it is. it is her shoulder!

also i just realised making her wear those earrings, i should've clocked earlier than her walking alone that she was gonna get kidnapped

now 💀✋ i would be gone too if i got in the shoulder so let me not critique.

they're acting like she died though! get her help !!! do something

the little brother is the brother that's stepping up

NO HE SHOT HIM NOOOOOO

My girlie is gone after a shoulder shot how will you survive this 😭😭😭 NOOO

Chayoung's awake now ?!??? what are we doing here

i really dislike all of you rn 😭😭😭

EVIL CEO you're toast

no no no 😭

slow as a turtle the day we needed you to be fast. pick it up Vince

MY LITTLE BROTHER IS DYING!???

no he's going for real. why did I think he'll make it 😭

come back ?!??? 😭

OH I LOST

someone lied to me because i thought he was going to make it oh I'm mad. I'm sorta done....

the way i kind of don't even care anymore 💀✋

I think this brother was the person someone wrote a big ass post about once as to how this was rude, painful and necessary (paraphrasing here) but i get them so bad now

we're playing soft uplifting music when my guy is already gone 😭😭😭

and we're still not together and are friends as if y'all didn't almost give up your life for each other. FREE ME.

so funny how if evil lawyer queenie had not messed with our girl's dad none of this would've happened.

the gentle caressing is cute 🥺 we're not in the friends territory anyway. we've moved. i have said it 🧑‍⚖️

the building people are adorable as heck lmao my goon gasped when his hair almost got attacked

I'm an impatient and heartbroken bitch so I scrolled a little and the scene of vincenzo and the little brother appears to be a memory or a dream. baited me real good 🤩 i really thought he was gonna make it

y’all I’ll write the second half when I’m awake but how did this finale rob me of so many things omg ?!!! at least I got a kiss.

I’ll say 3 things : building people I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, I think our girl should’ve gotten the right to go after evil lawyer lady with him, she lost her dad to her shenanigans and that it’s true I truly did not care about the evil CEO going 💀 I was like bye I guess

why would they rob me of a romantic few last minutes. did we get it ? yes but to be fair we did not. I knew they’d at least acknowledge their feelings but he had to leave as well and that has me feeling empty and half happy. 🥲

anyway !!! done with Vincenzo. It was a very good journey so I’ll come back with a better head to speak about it. I just feel bummed out with this finale

#Vincenzo #episode 20 #written update #what the hell

[cuppajj]

Okay so I'm about to go to sleep and I had an idea that just popped in my head that I want to share with you because it's just cute 🥺 + this gave me another oc idea (sorry that this is long, I just wanted to explain every single detail so it'll make sense)

So I imagined that Lost Light has met another sentient ship like him, let's call him Void (basic ik, I'm not good at names), guess what? LL is their type! Constantly tries to woo him everytime they cross paths (sometimes saving their aft whenever there are multiple ships attacking LL.)

Of course, LL wasn't interested in Void, after a while, Void does give up on flirting with the other and instead becomes their friend, basically long talks about their own crew, topics they're interested in, even sharing their own dreams n stuff (Primus, when do I get to have a friendship like that 🥺😭💞)

Fast-forward, LL already knew Void for a while now and they do something that accidentally touches their spark, hearts n sparkles in their optics when he looks at Void 😔💖✨

Soon after that, LL realizes their feelings towards Void and is like "oh no" "OH DEAR" because he thinks that Void has moved on and doesn't have those feelings anymore, little did LL know that Void hasn't given up!! This mech is willing to be patient and wait for LL to feel the same way, just doing him very best to be there for LL, learning about them, having fun n spend time with him..even if he knows there's a possibility of LL not loving Void the same way they do for him now.

Sooo...here we go down to the "mutual pining trope" hole.. 💀

LL is falling for him hard the more his feelings linger, Void's playful jokes, gentle touches, the way Void looks at him and LL's mind goes "AAAAAA WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?", Whereas Void's mind goes "I love him sm <3"

Although I don't have a conclusion for them yet so I wanted to know what you think! :)

Yeah you can ship em if you want! It’s def the way they’d fall for someone :D slow burn that requires the lasting friendship first (puns not intended), this sounds cute and void sounds cool!

#cjj askbox #spaceduzst

[fredheads]

Fredsythe + 1 or 8 for the fic prompts 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

of course i chose sweater weather look at my icon...

Fall comes in fast that year, cool rainy weather sweeping in to replace the September sun before the high school’s been back in session for a month. There’s a definite chill in the air when they walk home, the whisper of more rain always on the horizon. 

FP’s never been the type to dress for the weather - he wears his leather jacket or letterman all freezing winter and well into the summer heat, shivering in sneakers and bare ears when it snows and sweating in the sun. He’s been known to wear sleeveless shirts in late, chilly fall, or cover his bruises with long sleeves when it’s ninety degrees in the shade. He has no rainjacket or any kind of snow gear to ease the changing of the seasons; indeed he has very few clothes at all, which explains most of the disparity. It’s not hard to be dressed poorly when your whole wardrobe for all four seasons fits in a duffel bag. 

Tonight, though, he’s warm in an old, stretched-out man’s sweater from Goodwill that’s two or three sizes too big for him. He has three of these in his closet, all secondhand and thin from overuse. FP’s never owned anything that wasn’t worn and mended, but he cherishes these specifically for their derelict appearance. Gladys teases him frequently that he’s trying to look more like Kurt Cobain. Maybe there’s a grain of truth in that, but there’s another association that’s more precious to him: 

They remind him of his mom. 

Linda used to dress in sweaters just like these when FP was growing up. He remembers how the sleeves were always too long for her, how she would let him fidget with the worn collars when she held him on her lap. When she’d died, senior had tossed them and the rest of her clothes without a second thought. It was too much to hope that they had found their way into Riverdale’s thrift store inventory - it was more than likely that those memories of his childhood were laying buried wherever the landfill trash from almost ten years ago ended up. 

But either way, when he’d come across this one in the belly of the thrift store a year ago, he’d almost cried from the memory. Fred had been with him, and FP remembers him half-heartedly warning him about how thin the fabric was before he must have seen the look in FP’s eyes. Fred had fallen silent and paid the dollar for it without a second thought, and on the way home FP had explained it to him as best he could without crying harder. This was something he had retained from his childhood; boys didn’t cry. Certainly not over something like a sweater. 

When they’d reached the corner where they usually parted ways, Fred had pulled it out of the bag and over FP’s head, even though it still smelled like the musty store. FP, predictably, had been in a T-Shirt that was much too light for the weather, but the sweater was just right. 

“You look good in it,” Fred had said, just that, a little smile on his face and love in his eyes. And FP had worn it almost the entire year since, drifting back to the thrift store now and again to see if anything similar ever showed up, eventually taking home two cousins to the original. The sweater was now more worn than ever, with holes at the collar and hem, but FP just grew more and more attached to it. Fred and FP traded clothes freely, everything from hoodies to gym socks to boxer shorts, but Fred had never asked for one of those sweaters. FP would have lent them freely - there was nothing in the world so valuable to him as Fred - and surely Fred knew that, but he still didn’t ask. That was just how Fred was. 

FP does have one of Fred’s own hoodies on his bedroom floor - an RHS Athletics one with Andrews on the sleeve. He has one of his own too - currently somewhere at Fred’s house, probably stuffed into the closet where Fred’s zillions of other hoodies and shirts are threatening to burst the closet at the seams. 

Fred has a wardrobe that changes with the seasons: baseball tees in spring that show off his newly well-defined arm muscles, cut-off denim shorts and cropped T-shirts in summer that drive FP to throes of sexual frustration for those long weeks at the end of the school year, and from fall into winter he favours oversized hoodies and fluffy crewnecks that hang on his small body like a tent. He looks so unbearably cute in them that FP can no more concentrate throughout their shared classes in the fall than he can when Fred’s bare back is exposed to him all June. 

That’s what he’s wearing when he knocks on FP’s door in the middle of that rainy fall night. It’s well past Fred’s usual curfew, so his best friend is the last person FP expects to see when he peers through the crack of the door out into the rain. It’s not pouring, but it’s damp, small cold droplets falling out of the dark sky with enough persistence to get the trees and eaves dripping. Fred also owns at least two raincoats, so he’s not sure why his friend’s just in his big crewneck sweater, the shoulders and sleeves damp and his hair soaked down to his head. 

He knows there’s something wrong right away. Fred comes in and doesn’t say anything, just stands in FP’s kitchen like he’s somehow an unwelcome guest. He has his shoulders hunched and his eyes cast down, looking like a kitten that had had water thrown at it. His sweatshirt sleeves hang all the way past his hands, and he’s playing with his fingers almost nervously, though the actual gesture is lost somewhere in his sleeves. FP’s holding him immediately, hands on Fred’s shoulders, which are almost buried under the fabric of his sweater. 

“What is it? What’s the matter?” FP asks immediately, worry making his voice harsh and clear. 

“I just needed to see you.” Fred’s voice is too soft, his eyes red from crying when he glances up into FP’s face. He’s shivering from the cold, and sniffling like his nose is running. He blinks furiously, lips trembling. “I wanted to see you.” 

“In the middle of the night?” FP prompts gently, eyes travelling instinctively down Fred’s body to see if he’s hurt. He can’t tell if he’s hiding anything below the oversized sweater, but there’s at least no sign of blood or broken bones. Fred looks back down at his soaked feet, letting FP see how wet his brown hair is. It’s dripping, and there’s a stripe of darker fabric running down the back of his sweater from the collar. 

He mumbles something to the floor, and FP catches the words my dad. 

“Your dad?” he prompts, gently using his fingers to tip Fred’s head back up so he can look him in the eye. Fred sucks in a gulp of air, his pale cheeks now taking on a pink tinge from the change in temperature. 

“We had a fight.” Fred’s pale little hand comes up to rub a tear off his face with his knuckle, the skin ice cold when it brushes FP’s wrist. His voice is teary and fragile as a sheet of stained glass. “It’s just s-stupid, I’m sorry.” 

“About me?” FP asks quietly, already anticipating the answer. Artie Andrews made no secret of the fact that he thought Fred could have found a better best friend, though he was at least decent enough never to say it to FP’s face. But FP could feel the way Artie’s eyes swept his leather jacket, painting him with the same brush as the rest of the Southside. FP can’t fully blame him. He’s never really felt good enough to be Fred’s best friend either. Fred says nothing, and FP prompts him gently. “Fred?” 

“No.” Fred’s eyes are filling up with tears again, looking straight at FP at last, and the raw, honest, grief in them makes FP feel like he’s being ripped apart from the inside. Fred had the sweetest face he’d ever met, and the flipside of that was that whenever he got upset, it was like watching a little kid find out there was no Santa Claus. “Not you. About me.” 

Fred pulls out of FP’s grip and starts pacing the kitchen, shoulders tightening towards his ears again. His lips are pressed tight together, and FP recognizes the look of someone who’s trying desperately not to cry. He feels himself relaxing somewhat, though his stomach still clenches to see Fred so obviously distressed. But at least FP knows what’s going on. Or he has a good enough guess. 

“I’m never going to be good enough,” Fred whimpers coherently in the middle of his pacing and muttering, confirming FP’s read of the situation. He’s leaving a small river of water on the shitty trailer linoeleum as he walks back and forth, sniffling and wiping his nose and face briskly with one of his too-long sleeves. FP’s heart sinks more and more as he watches him. 

He knows how viciously Fred holds himself up to an impossible standard, set already high by Artie and his brother and higher still by his own insecurity. FP knows that deep in Fred’s heart, whatever he says in fits of rebellion, he has a desperate need to be accepted by his father and himself. 

On very rare occasions, watching Fred suffer under these self-imposed pressures, FP feels a fleeting sort of relief that the bar was set so low for him. It sucked to have everyone - yourself included - think you were a piece of shit, but at least he’d accepted long ago that torturing himself wouldn’t change the outcome. 

“He wants me to be perfect,” Fred whispers, hiccuping in the middle. He had slid neatly from self-pity to rage and now back again, the puddle of water growing under his feet. His face crumples when his eyes land on FP, and he finally stops pacing. “I’m sorry, it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. You’ve been through so much, and I’m just-” He gestures with one floppy, too-long sleeve, his face falling even further. “I’m sorry, FP-” 

FP crosses the kitchen and wraps his arms around Fred in a tight hug. Fred freezes in surprise, and then returns the hug tenfold, squeezing FP’s back furiously. Protectiveness explodes in FP’s mind like fireworks as the cold rain from his best friend’s clothes soaks into his front. 

Fred’s his best friend and his sweetheart, and he’d hurt anyone, any day, who let him think he was less than wonderful. But something about Fred in that sweater makes him seem a thousand times more vulnerable, until FP can hardly bear to uncurl his arms from around Fred’s skinny frame. It feels like a betrayal worse than death to let go. Maybe it’s because he hates to think of Fred feeling cold, maybe it’s because he looks so small when he’s drowning in his big sweaters, or when his body seems all the smaller and bonier when you have to search for it through all that fabric. He feels like he’s holding something incredibly delicate and precious, and it’s an effort to release him. 

FP puts his hands on either side of Fred’s face, holding his frozen cheeks. 

“Come with me,” he says, in a tone that brooks no argument. 

Fred’s right, that FP is usually the one in the position of asking for help, and usually in much more dire circumstances. But the flip side of that is that FP knows exactly what Fred would do when someone showed up bedraggled and crying at his door, aching for a love that felt impossible to get. 

He leads Fred into the bedroom, stopping to grab his bath towel from the bathroom door. FP pushes Fred down onto the bed, then gets down on his knees and unlaces both of Fred’s dripping wet Nike sneakers, easing them off his soaked feet. Fred hasn’t made a move to use the towel that FP had dropped in his lap, so FP gets up and rubs his hair briskly with it until it’s a bird’s nest of damp brown waves. He combs his fingers playfully through it, pushing it back from Fred’s face so he can see his eyes. 

“I’ve got dry clothes,” he promises, rummaging through his falling-apart dresser until he comes up with two thick pairs of holey socks, an undershirt, sweatpants, and underwear. He changes Fred’s socks first, then helps him pull his huge blue sweater up off over his head. It comes off attached to his soaked T-shirt, and even his narrow bare chest is damp with rain. Fred stands obediently and helps FP change his lower half, though his fingers stay just loose and clumsy enough that he doesn’t entirely take over. FP glances at the closet and sees what he’s looking for immediately: another one of his cherished Goodwill sweaters hanging near the front. 

He slips it over Fred’s head, helping him slide his arms clumsily through the sleeves. The worn fabric clings to his body in a way the thicker sweater had only obscured, bringing attention to his bony elbows and shoulders. FP would have given him the one he was wearing, but it’s a little damp from their hug, and he doesn’t want him to catch cold. He pulls the hem down firmly and glances around the floor until he locates the school sweatshirt that had crossed his mind earlier - it’s the warmest and newest piece of clothing he owns. 

It’s not Fred’s, he realizes, as he pulls it out of the mess on the floor - they must have switched back at some point unknown to him, so he’s holding his own. He can tell even without checking the sleeve, because of the size. Their school initials are printed on the front in the shape of a football, his name and number embroidered on the sleeves in blue and gold. Fred had always loved that sweater, and it’s still plush inside from newness, the fleece not yet worn flat. When he gets it over Fred’s head, he feels something in him relax at last. If nothing else, he can keep Fred warm. Warm and safe. 

He sits down on the edge of the bed, very close to his best friend, so that their thighs are almost on top of one another. Fred’s staring at his hands, which sit limply in his lap, and FP leans in and kisses him gently on the temple before standing up. 

Fred speaks up at once, his voice worried. “Where-” 

“I’m going to be right back,” FP promises.  

He all but runs to the soggy kitchen, boiling a kettle of water and digging his hairdryer out of the bathroom cabinet while he waits. When the kettle finally boils, he starts making a cup of hot cocoa so hurriedly that hot chocolate sloshes over the sides, blistering his fingers. When he re-enters his room, Fred’s still sitting on the end of the bed, wrapping himself up in FP’s sweatshirt and pulling the sleeves over his hands. 

“I made this for you,” FP offers, holding out the mug of cocoa until Fred takes it. Fred looks into the mug and smiles slightly when he sees what’s inside. While he’s drinking, FP plugs in the hairdryer and blasts Fred’s wet hair with it, lifting it through his fingers so that it dries evenly without burning his scalp. Little by little he feels Fred coming back to him, breathing more normally, his shoulders loosening, as though he’s actually defrosting him from ice. 

When FP crosses to the foot of the bed again, Fred looks up at him with eyes that have a spark back in them. He’s not quite smiling, but there’s such a tender, affectionate look on his face that FP suddenly feels a little shy. He’d rather this expression than Fred’s sadness, of course, but even after all this time he wonders if he’ll ever get used to being on the receiving end of that naked affection. Fred holds out his cup, lukewarm and half-empty, and FP takes it gently out of his fingers. 

“All done?” he asks, and when Fred nods he sets it aside on the nighttable and climbs onto the bed to smother him in an ferociously tight embrace. FP pulls them both gently down onto the mattress, squeezing Fred tightly and securely in his arms. Fred ducks his head into the hollow of FP’s neck, his hair, still warm from the blowdrier, tickling FP’s throat. FP kisses him on the head and snuggles him like his life depends on it. 

“You are good enough,” he whispers ferociously in his ear, a lump rising unexpectedly in his throat. He hugs Fred tighter, trying not squeeze the tears out of his eyes, though Fred can’t see him. “You are wonderful, okay? You are incredible. You are perfect to me.” 

Fred says something very soft that’s lost in the space between FP’s shirt collar and skin. FP readjusts just enough so that he can lay with his forehead pressing against Fred’s forehead, looking right into his big brown eyes. 

“What was that, mumbles?” he asks softly, tracing the downy curve of Fred’s cheekbone with his finger. 

Fred’s lips curve into a smile. “You know,” he replies softly. FP thinks he does. 

FP rubs his back as Fred’s eyes close against the pillow, drawing the comforter up over both of them to keep him warm. He links their legs together below the sheets and watches as Fred’s eyes flutter closed. His muscles loosen under the pressure of FP’s arm until he’s relaxed, but FP doesn’t release him from his warm embrace. The urge to take care of him is like a physical fire burning in his chest, and he thinks he could happily hold him in this nest of blankets for the rest of his life. 

Maybe there’s a little bit of his mother in him after all.

#fp jones #fred andrews #fredsythe #riverdale #parentdale

[punksarahreese]

hi hello yes this is me asking about your robnance headcanons!!!!! would love to hear them! (also your autistic bff Robin and Eddie ones if you have the time because I just love that a lot)

I would literally die for u anon I’ll give you Ronance here and make another Autistic Eddie Robin post cuz I have lots of thoughts for them

Robin made the first move

As in she was the one to ask Nancy out

But, in true Robin fashion, it was Not Graceful and she stuttered a lot

Which ties into my autistic!Robin headcanon that she has a mild stutter/speech impediment that comes out when she’s talking fast/a lot or nervous

It was very much a “um so t-there’s a new movie coming out tonight- cuz you know I have to know that with my j-job and all - and uh… didyoumaybewannagoseeitwithme?” Kinda thing

Nancy was sitting there just trying to read some book for a class while they waited for Steve and now she’s looking at Robin like she grew two heads

That made Robin feel like she messed up so she started apologizing and “Shit, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have- forget it, I-”

They didn’t talk about it cuz Steve showed up and Nancy never gave her an answer

Until Robin was at home scribbling in her worn out notebook and the phone rang

“Robin?”

To say she was shocked to hear Nancy Wheeler on the other end was an understatement

“H-hey, Nancy…”

“I hate that I left you hanging like that, it was rude. Did you want to go still? The movie doesn’t start until 9 pm.”

Cue lots of awkward rambling and Nancy agreed to pick her up in a couple hours and Robin was losing her lil gay mind <3

For the record it was a good date even when Robin couldn’t help but whisper commentary on the movie

Also maybe Nancy got suuuper blushy and shy when Robin held her hand as they left

Steve was pretty oblivious to them at first

Like he was just happy to see Robin making another friend

And the fact that it was Nancy made it better

He saw how anxious Robin got around her and was 👀 about it but as far as he knew Nancy was as straight as an arrow so how was he supposed to assume they’d ever go on a date

It was actually Eddie who was like “dude, what’s up with those two? How long have they been together?”

Steve: 👁👄👁

Eddie genuinely thought Robin and Nancy had been together for at least a couple months while he was recovering in hospital (post 4x9 when Eddie does stay alive <3)

That was what prompted him to ask Robin who of course became a stuttering mess the second Nancy was mentioned

“Are you dating Nancy? The Nancy Wheeler?”

“I- what? N-no! I mean… we- maybe we’ve been on a c-couple dates but I dunno if she LIKES me…”

Steve thinks Robin is a Royal idiot but it’s just the useless lesbian gene (affectionate) <3

To say Steve was shocked about it is an understatement and he did get a little weird at first

Cuz maybe he was still struggling with remaining feelings for both of them 💀 mans can’t catch a break

But seeing how robin lit up with Nancy and how quickly they learned to work together under pressure and still become friends in the aftermath made him open to Not Ruining Friendships with them

Robin was a lil scared she would lose her best friend if he found out about her and Nancy cuz like… her whole thing was that her and Steve were NOT together so Nancy didn’t hate her but now they’ve pulled an uno reverse 😭

So even if he got a bit quiet for a couple days (which did cause one (1) meltdown for Robin but she never told him about it) steve did come around because he couldn’t be the reason that their newfound friend group fell apart

Nancy loves when Robin wears her clothes

She does roll her eyes whenever Robin complains about them being itchy or too tight but over the months her closet changes ever so slightly

Less scratchy fabrics and more cotton whenever she can because she knows Robin prefers it

She even goes out of her way to make sure she has some oversized sweaters that are still preppy but something her girlfriend might wear 🥺

Cuz something about Robin in her sweaters is just so cute

And maybe Robin makes a habit of stealing one particular sweater very often

It’s this colour blocked sweater in shades of blue and Robin always brings it back when the smell of Nancy’s perfume fades from it

And then she’ll promptly steal it again when it smells like her again <3

I whole heartedly believe in singer/songwriter!robin

She has a cute lil notebook full of lyrics and she’s always carrying it around for when inspiration strikes

There’s quite a few pages dedicated to Nancy from before and after they started dating

But her girlfriend didn’t even know she wrote music or sang because Robin is super shy about it

It was when she started singing along to something Eddie was playing that Nancy was like “holy shit her voice is pretty”

Nancy loves Robin’s voice and hearing her sing really solidified that

And eventually Robin did get comfier and even told Nancy about her songwriting

She never thought it would go anywhere so she always kept it quiet cuz it was just a fun and cathartic thing for her

But on their first anniversary Robin did make her a little mix tape of music that reminded her of Nancy

And the last two songs were ones written about her and sung by Robin <3

If you’re wondering it was Maya’s songs generous heart and hold the sun

She wrote hold the sun when she was realizing she liked Nancy but Nancy still had feelings for Steve and vice versa but thought it documented their journey so she added it

It was truly the one time Robin shared her music with anyone and to say Nancy cried is an understatement

#OBSESSED #they’re my beloveds <3 #Ronance #stranger things #robin buckley #Ronance headcanons #nancy wheeler #my aus #asks #anon

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 4 out of 5 Smut: 3 out of 5

This was everything I hoped for. I loved everything about Beck Sinclair and was rooting for him from the beginning. That man did everything just to get a face-to-face with his little brother’s ex and I’m not even mad about those little white lies.

And Margo! I loved that she didn’t immediately trust Beck straight away and got on his nerves early on. I mean she caved pretty fast to his advances and she tried to keep her wits about her, but a girl can only handle so much when it comes to a man like Beckham Sinclair lol.

The only thing I was let down by was that I think his little brother Carter deserved more punishment than what Beck delivered. A single punch wasn’t enough. He deserved a hospital stay for being a creep.

Now enjoy my rambling thoughts…

* Ex-boyfriend’s VERY attractive older brother has entered the picture. Game on.

* “Are you done?” // “Done with what?” // “Eye fucking me.” — God, I already love how blunt he is.

* Dude, wtf 😂 You seriously bought the company she works at because she was ignoring your calls 🤦🏻‍♀️

* What happened that “one night that weekend” 🤔

* “Say his name again, and I’ll bend you right over this table and fuck you until the only name you can say is mine. You’ll be so full of me you won’t even remember who you were thinking about before.” — woah, where tf did that come from 🥵

* And here I was worried about nothing interesting happening for a bit. I’m not even 30 pages in 😂

* God, Beck is so… bossy. It’s hot and annoying at the same time.

* He’s gonna give himself a serious case of blue balls with all this tension lol.

* The shopping spree. I love it. And Beck being a little shit in the dressing room.

* Aw fuck. Carter still loves Margo? Wtf. Dude cheated on her for the duration of their relationship! She better not even THINK about getting back with him.

* “Smack my ass again, Margo, and I’ll bend you over my knee and return the favor.”

* Oh my god. The email he sent her! 😂

* Of course they’d finally fuck after a snow storm hits. Also… how many chapters has it been already?! Nothing but smut lol.

* Goddamn. So Beck’s been pining for a while, huh. Margo too, but she won’t admit it so freely.

* “I’ve made a home out of Margo, even at risk of knowing she may never find a home in me.” — oh my god 🥺

* Awww. He slipped the engagement ring on her finger while she was sleeping. And then fucked her silly while the whole plane crew could hear 😂

* Lmao. She really likes teasing him, huh. She likes the punishments.

* Goddamn, Margo. I applaud you. Blowing Beck while his brother/your ex was in the room is *chef’s kiss* 💋

* I knew Carter was going to show up to the dinner. Fuck! And then to call Margo a whore.. fuck that dude. Beck should have decked him.

* They both want the relationship to be real! And it is!!!!

* Beck!!! What lies are you scared of Margo finding out?! Everything was going so well and now I’m scared 😒

* Carter needs to get his hands off of Margo right fucking now! Knowing he only sought a relationship with her to “take something from his brother” just pissed me off. He knew beck was interested and he swooped in before his brother could. Fuck this dude. Beck needs to beat the shit out of him.

* I don’t care that Beck paid Ruby to run that article on him. He liked Margo long ago and he told a little white lie to get her in a relationship. That’s fine! Carter is the true creep here.

* Oh my god… my babies just need to kiss and make up 😭

* Ugh. He deserved more than a punch. Oh well. At least Beck has him scared now.

* The portrait she drew 😭 oh my god. I love my babies so much.

* She got her dream job AND he proposed for real! I’m so happy.

#booktok book review #book review #black ties and white lies #kat singleton #margo moretti #beckham sinclair #beck sinclair #carter sinclair #romance #brother's ex-girlfriend #ex's older brother #office romance

[claudemblems]

Sweet Dreams | AOT Headcanons | Fem!Reader

In which you fall asleep on the aot boys and accidentally leave them a flustered mess ft. Levi, Armin, and Jean

Warnings: none just VERY LONG as usual 

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Levi Ackerman

No one really knows about your relationship with Levi outside of Erwin and Hange

1) because he trusts them the most and 2) they wouldn’t shut up about you guys getting together so Levi supposed they had the right to know when it finally happened

The two of you had been able to enjoy the romance and the butterflies in private for a while because it wasn’t too hard keeping your relationship statuses a secret in the first place

You and Levi had never been ones for being lovey-dovey in public, after all

But it wasn’t long before the news was finally broken

And it was all because you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder in front of the other scouts (✿◠‿◠)

Levi had been explaining the details of the next mission to his squad when poor, bored, and sleep-deprived you totally conked out

Levi glanced down at you when felt the weight of your head hit his shoulder, and right as he’d started to wonder if he should wake you, he saw the dark circles under your eyes and the peaceful expression you wore as you slept, and that’s when he knew that he couldn’t bring himself to wake you

So he’d simply patted you on the head, briefly smoothing out your hair before continuing on with his report

(Though internally he was freaking out because oh my gosh YOU FELL ASLEEP ON HIM 🥺 Don’t expect him to admit that out loud tho)

He was keen on discussing the rest of the mission but the scouts were not ready to move on from what they’d just witnessed

The room erupted into chaos as Levi’s “brats” asked question after question like “How long have you been dating???” or “Did you guys FINALLY make a move??”, much more interested in his love life than he wished they would be

Realizing there was no digging himself out of this, he revealed that, yes, you two were dating and you both had wanted to enjoy the privacy while it lasted

It didn’t last nearly as long as Levi wanted

He continued to be bombarded by the excited chatter and questioning of his scouts, and by that point he’d completely given up on explaining the rest of the mission to them

But when he looked back down at you fast asleep on his shoulder, a serene expression on your face, he realized it didn’t matter if the whole world knew your secret. Because you were his, and that was a fact he didn’t mind everyone else knowing

Armin Arlert

Ever since you and Armin became a thing, you two can’t bring yourselves to ever leave the other’s side :3

It took so much courage for Armin to confess and now that he’s with you he wants to cherish every moment you spend together <3

And that means the two of you are often in the library or somewhere secluded talking about the ocean and the world beyond the walls

You two could honestly go on for hours about your theories and grandiose ideas lol but it’s very cute (trust me, everyone around you thinks you two are adorable)

The 104th squad was staying up late one night after a mission that (mostly) went well, relishing in the victory

Basically it was just all the teens huddled together gossiping about anything and everything, like most teenagers do

Armin was showing off the contents of one of his books, reading aloud the detailed descriptions of the sea, the creatures that could be found there, and a type of natural phenomena called volcanic eruptions

The squad was engaged in lively conversation, bantering back and forth on what the world must be like without titans roaming it, questioning if sea water was really salty, wondering what they would do once they claimed their freedom

Normally the conversations intrigued you, but that night you were simply worn out and could barely keep your eyes open

Armin noticed this and suggested you go get some sleep, but once you answered that you weren’t ready to leave him yet, he relented (with a light blush dusting his cheeks <3)

“You can sleep on my shoulder then, if you want. I’ll carry you to your room when you fall asleep.”

You gladly took up his offer and passed out, and suddenly Armin could feel everyone’s eyes on him and his sweet girlfriend slumbering peacefully on his shoulder

The 104th squad erupted into squeals and whistles before Armin hurriedly shushed them, reminding them that you were trying to sleep

So they opted for giggling quietly and shooting Armin some knowing looks ;)

Gosh dang it all of his friends love to make him even more flustered than he already is

He couldn’t really focus that much on their words though because you’re sleeping on him and gosh you’re so cute his heart is literally about to give out— 

He let you snooze on him for a little while longer before taking you to bed. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, planting a chaste kiss upon your hair as his way of saying goodnight

Then he remembered that all of his friends were watching him (with grins on their faces) and poor Armin turns bright red

That’s when he finally carried you off to your room, choruses of “You go Armin!” and “You both are so adorable!” trailing him all the way

Jean Kirstein

Jean is always happy to have you around him. He quite literally lives and breathes for your love and he’s constantly got his hands on you

What can I say? He likes to let people know that you’re all his ;)

From the start of the relationship, Jean assured you that he doesn’t mind if you want to be really lovey-dovey with him. In fact, he’s eager to receive any sort of affection from you. He melts every time you give some to him

He makes sure to return it tenfold, of course

Always invites you to sit on his lap, his hands wrapped protectively around your waist. It doesn’t matter if it’s during a meeting going over the details of the next mission. He’ll take any opportunity to feel you against him

This leads to Levi getting onto him all the time because gosh dang it Jean CAN YOU FOCUS ON ANYTHING OTHER THAN YOUR GIRLFRIEND FOR FIVE SECONDS

At some point Levi stops caring and just lets you sit on Jean’s lap or whatever during the meetings (only informal ones, of course). As long as you pay attention, he won’t scold you too harshly

So you’re always touching Jean one way or another, but don’t think he still doesn’t get unbelievably flustered at your romantic gestures

Like the first time you fell asleep on his shoulder

Jean swore his heart actually soared right out of his chest

He was simultaneously blushing really hard and also grinning like an idiot

He pointed it out to EVERYONE who walked by 

“Do you see [Name]??? She fell asleep on my shoulder!!! Isn’t she so adorable???”

He also took the opportunity to rub it in Eren’s face

“[Name] is so cute, falling asleep on my shoulder without a care in the world. It’s such a nice feeling seeing how much your lover trusts you. Too bad you don’t have a girlfriend!!! That must suck haha :) ”

Levi had to come in and break up their fight jkadsjas

Jean will NOT move when you’re sleeping on him. If that means he has to stay in the same spot all day and all night, he’ll keep as still as a rock. There’s no way he could wake you up when you look so gosh darn adorable!!!

Kisses your hair and whispers sweet nothings into your ear even though you won’t hear him. He can’t resist from telling you just how grateful he is for you every chance he gets

Sometimes you do hear and you kiss him back before going back to sleep

Jean.exe has stopped working

Jean’s bashful but also a huge flirt with you. It’s kind of fun to wonder which side of him you’re going to see next ;)

#claudemblems writes #aot #aot headcanons #aot x reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #armin arlert #armin x reader #jean kirstein #jean x reader

[fangirleaconmigo]

May I ask for some Jaskier/Eskel fireside confessions ficlet? I want to see them getting together 🥺

My dear, darling Kate. You must know by now that I take forever to write things, so that's the bad part. But I'm here, and I come bearing a truckload of Jaskel feelings that I shall proceed to back up and dump at your feet. I hope you like it. <3

Eskel is a gentleman and Jaskier is not used to that. It leads to a bit of a misunderstanding, but ends in love confessions.

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Eskel moved silently through the hall, stopping at the threshold of the common room.

His eyes swept the perimeter of the drafty, dusty space. They landed on a solitary, hunched figure by the hearth. It was the man he loved, looking especially miserable. Given Jaskier’s dejected mood, Eskel almost felt guilty for smiling when he saw him. He was just still so fucking relieved to see him in one piece.

Jaskier clutched a woolen blanket and stared gloomily into the fire. Tiny flames licked the reflection of his glazed over eyes. His drying hair was plastered to his forehead and his teeth clattered like dishes being cleared from the tables.

Eskel rarely had the chance to observe his friend like this--without his audience and unaware of being watched. (Because that is what Jaskier was. His friend. The love bit was unrequited.) He did get the chance occasionally when they camped out. Jaskier fell asleep fast and hard like a ton of bricks, so Eskel was usually left gazing across the dying embers at his peaceful, drooling face. In the cover of night, Eskel gazed to his heart's content. But that was when he was asleep. This was different.

Jaskier sat still now. The bombast that usually clung to his every movement had vanished. He was eerily silent and preoccupied, as though he were trying to summon body heat and an explanation for himself at the same time.

Eskel knew that the moment Jaskier saw him, he would cloak his face in a forced smile and offer whatever droll excuse he had spent the last hour inventing. He had probably managed to make it rhyme by now.

But in this unguarded moment, he just seemed deflated and sad. Eskel felt the urge to comfort him. To see his eyes light in a genuine smile. Eskel was partial to the one where the right side of his mouth raised first, in a lopsided grin, after which it turned into a full open mouthed smile. That one was usually accompanied by a squeaky chuckle and shoulders shaking with mirth.

Yes. That was Eskel’s favorite.

But no. Eskel needed to be firm with him. This could not go on.

“Did you get him something hot to drink? And the key?” He'd asked the innkeeper to look after Jaskier while he'd gone down to the council house to deliver the proof of his hunt and collect his pay.

“I gave him the key,” replied the man, an old acquaintance of Eskel’s. “But he wouldn’t go up without your express permission.”

That was odd. Jaskier wasn’t great with boundaries. That was how they’d ended up here, with Eskel exhausted and Jaskier almost frozen to death.

He walked across the creaking floor and crouched at Jaskier’s feet. Jaskier startled and snapped his gaze down. Eskel waited for the cheery, ingratiating smile, for the performance to leap to his face. It didn’t come. Instead, a short, tight smile appeared that made Eskel feel an awful twinge of loneliness.

Perhaps it was worse than he thought.

Eskel and Jaskier inhabited a few moments of silence. A handful of clients remained in the common room at this hour, and they chattered and clinked their dishes as they ate. This would normally be the point where Jaskier would babble to fill the space. But he didn’t. And since Eskel had always been comfortable with silence, he was quiet too.

A few moments passed between them as the light flickered and warmed one side of their faces. Eskel cleared his throat and licked his lips, readying his voice to emerge steady and true. He rested his arm next to Jaskier’s thighs on the stone bench. Then he met his friend’s eyes.

“Jaskier.”

He was trying for resolute. But the word had come out gentle and pleading.

“I’m sorry,” Jaskier blurted out. Then his eyes slid away, back to the fire.

Eskel tapped the bench with one finger, keeping a nervous rhythm for a moment. He thought before he spoke.

“Don’t apologize. Just listen.”

Eskel pulled himself up and sat on the bench beside him. Their knees were almost touching. Jaskier flinched when Eskel pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. Eskel made a noise he hoped was calming. It was the shhhh sound he made when he held sheep still for sheering.

He understood why Jaskier flinched. Eskel had never touched him like that before, and this was something of a tense moment. But he wanted to make sure his temperature was back to normal. Thankfully, it was. Jaskier relaxed against the brush of his knuckles, and Eskel was glad to see that his noises worked for skittish bards as well. But then, Jaskier’s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into the touch. The gesture was so fraught with emotions that Eskel froze.

Time slowed down, as his mind instructed him to keep his head and lower his hand. Jaskier opened his eyes again, then flushed as though remembering himself.

“You can’t do that again. You can’t interfere with a hunt.”

This was the part where Eskel was going to be firm. On the walk here, Eskel had flashed back to that moment no fewer than a dozen times...that horrifying moment when he thought Jaskier had drowned and frozen to death. He could not let him charm his way out of this one. Deep inside, he wanted to jump out of his skin and wrap his arms around Jaskier, never to allow him near a body of water again.

Firm, he reminded himself. Resolute. Authoritative even, if he could swing it.

“I know. I’m sorry--” Jaskier began again.

“Please, let me finish,” said Eskel. Jaskier fell silent.

Shit.

Eskel hadn't even known that Jaskier was capable of obeying a simple command. Eskel spent half his life wishing Jaskier would do as he was told. But when he did, it felt ominous. He began to wonder what was going on underneath all of this odd behavior. Perhaps Jaskier had been so afraid for his life that he was actually taking this seriously. That would be an encouraging thought.

“This is my job. It’s what I do. And I’m---not bad at it either.”

Jaskier folded his lips in and nodded, eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks. In a miraculous turn of events, he was quiet and let Eskel continue.

“I appreciate that you want to help, but--”

“You don’t need it,” said Jaskier.

“I don’t. And if I have to worry about you being hurt too, it makes everything harder.”

Jaskier swallowed.

“You could have frozen to death in the river. And I had it handled.” His voice only shook a little on the ‘to death’ part.

“I know,” he whispered, looking down at his fidgeting fingers. “And if you hadn’t brought a rope to pull me out, you would’ve had to jump in too.”

“What I don’t understand,” sighed Eskel, “is why you did it. You used to run and hide when a hunt got out of control. Now you lose your composure. You throw your body in the way. Why? You aren’t yourself lately and it’s time we had a serious talk about--”

“I’ll listen. Just don’t send me away,” Jaskier blurted out. His voice cracked at the seams and was a little too loud, considering how close they sat to one another. The cords of his neck tensed.

“What?” Those words didn’t make sense to Eskel in that order.

“Don’t send me away. Please.”

Why would he send Jaskier away? The idea was foreign to him. “You think I’m going to send you away? That’s why you’re so upset?”

Jaskier nodded, but remained silent.

“I thought for sure you were upset because you almost drowned and froze to death.”

“No, it’s not that. It was you. I’ve never seen you so upset. You’re usually so calm. But you were shouting. I’d never heard you shout before. And your face...” he let the sentence drift away. “Then you said we needed to talk, so I thought you were going to leave me behind for good.”

Dear gods. Eskel thought that poets were supposed to magically understand human nature. Well, he supposed they weren’t psychic.

“I was upset, because I thought you were dead,” he said slowly, enunciating each word in an effort to stay calm. The memory of Jaskier’s blue lips still threatened to shatter him.

“You did?”

“Yes, you lost consciousness for a moment.”

“Oh, I did?”

“Yes. You did.”

“And that’s what upset you so much?”

“Obviously, Jaskier!” Eskel was going to lay it all out now. “And what possessed you? You’ve been acting bizarre lately. You throw yourself into rivers and in front of monsters like you have a death wish. But that isn’t all.” Eskel made what he hoped were persuasive hand motions, emphasizing each piece of evidence. “You sing nothing but the most depressing songs these days. I catch you crying and you won’t say why. You’re moping around like a...moping ghost. You’ve barely eaten anything for a week.”

As he spoke, Jaskier had let his eyes wander away in embarrassment. He very much looked like someone who had been caught doing something he shouldn’t have. But Eskel was making progress, so he pressed on.

“We needed to talk because I sent for a healer. I know someone who treats melancholy and other mental ailments. I want you to see her. If you won’t tell me what’s wrong, maybe you’ll tell her.”

At that, Jaskier’s eyes lit up and darted back to look at Eskel in disbelief. “What? Who do you want me to see?” he demanded.

“A healer.”

Jaskier’s entire body sagged in relief. He impulsively covered one of Eskel’s hands with his. Eskel savored it, despite it all. It felt very much alive. The only coldness now came from Jaskier’s rings, which Eskel thought complimented his lovely fingers quite nicely.

“Eskel, you darling man. That is what you wanted to talk to me about? A healer?”

Eskel recognized the return of Jaskier’s signature charm. He nodded. “Yes. I’m worried about you. I think you need a proper healer.”

Jaskie smiled wide, bright, and true. His head tilted up just a bit and he shook his head slowly in wonderment. His nose also crinkled minutely. You know what, maybe that one was Eskel’s favorite smile.

“You aren’t sending me away.”

“No. I’m just worried about you.”

Jaskier chuckled, looking at the ceiling as he gathered himself. “Eskel,” he said in an odd voice, “you continue to astound me by being the most caring human being I have ever met.”

Well. That filled Eskel up to the brim with the most brilliant feeling in the world. He didn’t think he was particularly special though. People were supposed to care. People were supposed to be kind. And surely Jaskier had met much kinder people. Soft people, with delicate hands, who made their living nurturing and healing instead of by killing.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” he said, his voice tight with the most wonderful, tingling embarrassment that somehow, he sort of enjoyed.

“It is. And do you know what? Fuck it. I’m going to say it. Just so you’ll call off the healer. And then at least I’ll know for sure.”

Eskel did not know where all of this was going, but he felt Jaskier’s hand slip from his. Jaskier folded his arms against his own waist as though anticipating something horrible. Eskel rubbed the scars on his face without noticing. Jaskier unfolded his hand to touch his, and guided it back to his lap.

“You don’t need to be nervous. However you feel about what I’m going to say, it shouldn’t hurt or anything.”

“Alright.”

“I’m acting odd because I am in love.”

Eskel frowned. “Oh, is that it?”

Jaskier’s eyes widened in outrage. “What could be worse than unrequited love? Is there a pain more ghastly?” His hands began to fly in their customary loops. It was such a burden lifted to see him return to form. “Is there a torture more deeply felt, than to love someone you cannot have?”

Eskel thought about the question. He thought about the wounds he had received from the various monsters over the years. Then he compared it to watching Jaskier across the dying embers, so close, yet worlds away. “I----I guess not much. Except perhaps for thinking the man you love has died after falling ass over teakettle into a freezing river.”

His mouth had spoken before he could think better of it. Jaskier blinked in surprise. Then he shifted in his seat to fully face Eskel. He stared in wonder and leaned forward, resting his hands on Eskel’s thighs.

Eskel grew hotter there, than where the fire was warming his back.

“I only know of one person so reckless and ridiculous. That idiot is the man you love?”

Eskel huffed. “He is.”

Jaskier squeezed where his hands were resting on his thighs. “But Eskel. I tried to kiss you, and you denied me. I’ve been mourning it in my own way ever since. True, I can be a bit melodramatic. But when you’ve met the loveliest man in the world and you can’t have him, it stings a bit.”

The loveliest man? He had kissed him? When?

“You tried---” then Eskel remembered. “That doesn’t count. You were drunk. I would never take advantage of you.”

Jaskier laughed and it was bright and tinkling. “You mean to tell me, I’ve suffered like this, in vain, all because you are a gentleman? With me? Of all people?”

“I’m no gentleman. I’m a witcher. And why shouldn’t someone treat you with respect?”

Jaskier’s shoulders shook and he slid his hands away because he was doubling over, and laughing into his hands. Eskel laid his hand on Jaskier’s lower back. It was a bold touch, but he wanted to get his attention. It worked. Jaskier sobered and sat back up to look at him.

“Yes, dear man?”

It was true that Eskel would never take advantage of someone like that. But there was more, and Eskel decided that he may as well get everything out. “Jaskier. If I accepted your drunken kisses and you didn’t remember it, or worse, regretted it the next day, it would...it would break me.”

Jaskier’s eyes searched his. He slid his hands up his arms and rested them tenderly around his neck.

“You mean to tell me, if I kissed you right now, you’d let me?”

Eskel smiled and nodded.

“Because you love me?”

Eskel nodded again, watching Jaskier’s lips, anticipating the moment they would be pressed, soft and sweet, against him.

“Are you sure?” Jaskier asked.

“Are you trying to dissuade me?”

“Not at all. On the contrary. It’s just...you’re far too good for the likes of me. And it's best we confront that now so we have no surprises down the road.”

Eskel spoke at least five different languages, including elder and sign. But sometimes Jaskier still said words that mystified him. Beautiful, famous, Jaskier wasn’t good enough for him? Eskel? The man that children literally screamed at the sight of?

“I don’t believe that.”

“Well it's true. I know it, whether you do or not. But more to the point, do you love me anyway?”

Eskel was bewildered but he nodded again. They were so close to each other, Jaskier’s back felt so wonderful under his fingers, and Eskel was wondering whether this evening was headed the direction he hoped was heading.

Jaskier leaned in slowly, watching his reaction with a triumphant smile. Eskel closed his eyes and brought a hand up to Jaskier’s cheek. He felt the soft press of Jaskier’s lips and he sighed into them like a damn maiden.

Jaskier’s blanket dropped lazily to the floor as he buried his fingers in Eskel’s hair and squeezed. They pressed into one another, forgetting entirely that anyone or anything else in that inn, or indeed in the world, existed.

Then Eskel hoisted Jaskier into his arms and carried him laughing up to their room. Then he peeled off every bit of his wet, stiff clothing and feasted his eyes on the bare, eager body of the man he loved. He met it with his tongue. He worshipped it with his fingers. And he filled it until Jaskier was a moaning, panting mess beneath him.

And when they set out on the path the next day, and camped the next night, Eskel was no longer watching him across the fire. He was holding him in his arms.

#the witcher #jaskier #eskel #jaskel #jaskier x eskel #asks #descarada writes #descarada writes jaskel

[chaotic-nick]

Note: woohoo I'm feeling a bit better, so j can go on and type the remaining days for this.

And woah it's already done 🥺 this is the last day for Miche week. I can't believe it went by so fast after @axoxtxhxh planned so long it 😭

Word count: roughly 1.5k?

Content Warnings: friends with benefits sort of relationship, suggestions of smut

Event organiser: @michezachariasweek

Not that she’s ever complained. She equally missed Miche as well.

She stirred in the tangle of sheets they made. Eyes so wide in staring at nothing and her blanket wrapped closely around her shoulders. Bare shoulders. ‘Course—’ they’d sleep long. Missing the promised dinner. They didn’t even wait— no he didn’t wait until she was completely out of the shower, coming to hug her as his teeth nipped on her skin once the bathroom door was unlocked.

Who was asleep. Right behind her, still giving the same warmth he radiated. Little snores escaping him.

‘Hah, friends with benefits,’ except it’s them fucking each other when he flew in Japan to visit her to celebrate their birthdays together. With a finger, she started tracing the top of his nose, one hand on his chest. She’d say it’s to balance herself, but she missed him, too.

Even more, to be honest.

His hand found her torso under the sheets. Welcoming heat on her cheeks and a feeling she thought she’s dwindled after going at it too many times. His watery eyes, still half-closed and the nod was enough of an invitation. Her mouth latching on to his “Mmm⁓” the blankets being kicked off. Maybe the bedsheet after they're done.

2.30 am

Yeah. They did it again. Fucked too much that they were knocked out long enough that restaurants closed. It was either to cook or walk to the nearest convenience store.

“Can I keep this?” She sang too excitedly, already knowing the answer when she opened the balcony’s door.

A sizzle of fried rice over his whistles. “You’re always stealing my shirts,” Miche stole glances at her, dressed in his own shirt, preparing the mini table on the balcony. It was peaceful. So domestic. That he’d quit his corporate job to be with her. Close the distance between Pardis and Japan.

If it weren’t for reality’s voice reminding him that they were still friends. Nothing beyond that yet.

“Asking is a formality,” how sad that the younger versions of themselves spent more time together before they knew of the feelings they had for each other. “Oh, that smells nice.”

“Look at us. Third time flying here, and I still haven’t taken you to Harajuku like I promised.”She was on his lap, head on his shoulder. Four beer cans around the plate of fried rice they shared.

“I’m with you, that’s all I want.”

“It’s like you’re always buying a ticket to her just so we could fuck— we probably got our FBI agent off in one of our calls,”

“Don’t say it like, what the fuck?!”

Her hyena-like grin made him even more— “Oh fuck you, (Y/n). How do you even think of that?”

“Right, who was it who was rubbing one-off when they answered the call?”

He cringed. At himself and at the memory of it . “I’m sorry, but still, don’t say it like that.” Knowing well that she liked it when his hand covered her mouth, using his fingers to make her lips pout. “Shush, babe, shush.”

Then silence. Nothing but watching Japan’s night sky from her balcony. A commercial aeroplane taking off, reminding them of their borrowed time. He'll fly off somewhere where his job wanted to in. Leaving her. Being separated by the merciless timezones.

Her chest heaved up. “I’m proud of us Miche,” her soft tone, tired from all that they did since he's arrived, as she drank from her bottle.

“Oh?”

“For masturbating on camera—”

“No, (Y/n), no.” His tone contradicted how she giggled.

“But seriously, look! I’m doing artsy stuff, you’re a . . . you’re there, ahem— a sugar daddy in the making. And the first in your family to have a degree.” Honestly, at this point. And this who he chose to love to. Miche was ready to accept her and all the dilf jokes she was making.

He won't say it out loud, but it's flattering him. Feeding his ego.

“You’re doing stuff, too—” From her lips, he tapped her nose. ”Remember when you were so scared about getting your storyboard rejected?”

“Mhm, you were the first one I called.”

"And you were crying." And then silence hung in the air.

It was when another aeroplane flew by that she hugged him closer, her way of begging him not to go without saying anything more. Maybe they’ve lived their dreams long enough to start one together. Somewhere new. He can take on three more projects, save enough to settle down wherever she wanted to go. “Don’t go, Miche.”

A reassuring hand caressed her head. He hid his tears by looking up, trying to ignore her cries. He’d be unable to leave in two days if he allows it to affect him. .“When I come back, I’m marrying you, (Y/n). That’s final.”

“What?” She pulled back, fresh tears still running over the wet surface.

“Fuck it. Tomorrow, we’re looking for rings tomorrow.”

“Miche,” he cupped her face.

“There’s nothing stopping us now,” not school. Not his family. No one. “Well then, here’s to us then,” he tried to change her mood, bringing up a can up her lips. Instead, she shook her head, sitting up on her knees to remind him that he needed to be rational. "You don't have to worry about paying for anything, I have the money, (Y/n)."

‘Think about this, Miche’ or ‘why me, Miche?’ And every time she asked this, he was always ready to give her the same answer in the most patient tone.

Though it seemed it was her who was thinking long. “If we have time, we can get married at the embassy instead of waiting.” an answer he didn’t expect he’d hear.

An answer that silenced him, before his arms locked around her torso hugging her close to him as he fell forward. He has never muttered so many 'thank you’s in between his scattered kisses.

“What about your dream wedding?” He laid panting when he was done parading her around her apartment,

“I’m already marrying you, Miche.”

“Thank you, (Y/n).” it was him who let his tears flow onto her the hand he held. Bringing it up to his lips. “You won’t have to wait longer.”

#mzw2021 #miche zacharias week 2021 #miche zacharias #mike zacharias #nick writes fics #mike zacharias x reader #miche zacharius x reader #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #aot fic #miche zacharius x you