#i got sidetracked in the tags again. oh well

[everywhere-all-around-the-world]

New obsession unlocked: Beomgyu's prechorus in LO$ER=LO♡ER <333333333

#i revisited loser lover after a while. it has me in a chokehold again #FIGHTING BLEEDING LOSING 이젠 지쳤어 #가질 수 없다면 #I FUCKING KEEP IT LOW #the way he sings it is so addicting i need it on loop #i am so a n g r y that spotify has the fucking censored the fucking is so satisfying #freaking is still good. still addicting. but that I FUCKING KEEP IT LOW is beautiful #txt #that entire song is godly #after i dived into skz i was on the lookout for another boy group to get into #it was always between txt enhypen and seventeen and my moa/stay friend forcefully shoved me into txt #no regrets #thankfully there is a lot of txt enhypen content! so i can multitask! #one day i will do a deep dive into seventeen bc they slay #i got sidetracked in the tags again. oh well

[likedovesinthewindd]

Hobie with an awkward girl…

I just thought it’d be fun cause he’s like chilled out and all that and then the awkward girlie is introducing herself with a handshake

no because he'd be so chilled while she's shitting herself

hobie brown x fem!reader

warning: alcohol consumption

wc: ±680

a/n: none

gif not mine, all credit to original creator.

You weren't one to go to parties too often, but your friend had convinced you to join her tonight. You can't say no to free booze she had said and you reluctantly decided to give in and tag along.

But you didn't know where your friend was now. She had ditched you a little while ago to get herself a drink, but you had a hunch that she got a bit sidetracked. It also didn't help that you didn't know anyone at the party anyway, so had resorted to standing in the corner, silently watching as everyone enjoyed themselves.

You had gotten bored and decided to make your way to the kitchen, also in need of a drink. Who knows, you might find your friend passed out in the punch bowl. You had a habit of looking at your feet instead of looking infront of you when walking, and this had led you to bump into a solid chest. Thank goodness your cup was already empty; you probably would have died of embarrassment if you spilled anything on them too.

You were about to apologize profusely for your clumsiness, when you noticed the figure in front of you. The first thing you noticed, was how freakishly tall he was. You weren't necessarily short, but this guy towered over you, and you had to crane your neck just to meet his eyes.

You also noticed the abundance of piercings and crazy jewelry that adorned him, along with his amazing hair.

"You alright?" he asked, and you realized that you had just been staring at him, mouth gaping like a fish out of water. "Yeah I'm fine I'm just— I'm sorry for bumping into you," you said and he gave you a small smile. "No problem," he said and you breathed a sigh of relief at his calm reaction. You really weren't looking forward to getting shit.

"Haven't seen you around here," he said as his eyes quietly scanned your figure. "Oh uhm—" you wiped your hand on your pants and outstretched it, offering him a handshake as you introduced yourself. His brows furrowed at your formality, but he humored you, taking his hand from his jacket's pocket and placing it in yours. He couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous gesture.

"Can't tell you the last time I shook someone's hand," he smiled as he retracted his hand, once again placing it into his pocket. That was a stupid thing to do. He probably thinks I'm so weird now, you thought to yourself, mentally giving yourself a face palm.

"I'm sorry," was all you could think of saying. "It's all good. I'll see you around yeah?" he said before maneuvering his way around you. You turned around to see where he was off to, and it was when you noticed he had also turned around, facing you again. You felt like a creep who got caught, and had to stop yourself from turning around again and walking away.

"I like your shirt, by the way," he added and you looked down at said item as if you hadn't been wearing it all night. "Thanks, printed it myself," you said, still looking down at the design on the front of your shirt. "Yeah? That's wicked," he said and you saw how his eyes lit up at your admission.

"That's a compliment I'll gladly accept coming from you," you said, and you saw him furrowing his brows. "Because you're so cool," you elaborated, "with the cool hair and jewelry and everything. Like you just ooze so much confidence, it's crazy actually." You hadn't even realized you were rambling. "Well, I'm glad you think I'm cool," he said with a smirk, "you're not to bad yourself." and before you had time to reply he had dissappeared between the sea of people.

You felt someone touching your shoulder and turned around to find your friend. She was already pleasantly buzzed. "Meet anyone interesting?" she asked handing you a drink, and you then realized you didn't even know the guy's name. You nodded, taking a sip of your drink. "Yeah, actually."

★ part 2

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown headcanons #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown fic #hobie brown atsv #hobie brown #likedovesinthewindd

[anonauthorsworkshop]

helloo, i stumbled upon ur mha x scp au and AHDSIHDSGISDGJ UR WRITING??? IS SO GOOD?? (also im new here hi, can i be 🎭 anon) more mha x scp au pls /nf tho

hii 🎭 anon :) i get a lot of requests for this au haha, sure!

previous part here

AU where MC is transported into the MHA universe with a SCP-summoning quirk. essentially a MHA and SCP crossover. you can read the rest of the parts under the tag #pp mha au

(note: i have never watched or read mha in my life and all of my knowledge is from fanfics and lazily googled questions! sorry in advance for any mischaracterizations or anything that just... doesn't make any sense? lol)

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You lean forward, nearly falling off of your chair in the process. Squinting your eyes into narrow lines, you focus on one, crucial objective:

Trying to figure out what the hell is sitting right in front of you.

He looks like a cat, sort of. He reminds you of Josie, or, well, 529, with his feline-esque features and all.

Oh, you really should summon Josie here again sometime. It's been quite a while since you last have. That cat makes a good cuddle buddy. Even if she's missing the entire other half of her body.

You hum in thought, continuing to careen forward from your chair. No! This thing across from you is nothing like Josie. His ears look more like a bear, like 1048. Or could he be a dog? No, no... You've got it! He's definitely a rat!

Leaning back, you return to a proper sitting position and internally applaud yourself for finding the solution to your own ridiculous question. A rat, you think to yourself, face smug. Reminds me of a certain mask that drips black snot.

Wait a minute. The satisfied expression you adorn falters as you inspect the rat closer. What if it's not a rat, but a mouse?!

No, you're getting sidetracked! You take another bite of the banana you have graciously been given by your... captors? Do they count as captors if you willingly went with them?

The clearing of a throat. "Excuse me. If you could please answer the question..."

Oh, right. They're not really your 'captors,' just your interrogators, (that provide you with free food, might you add).

"What was the question again?" you ask, before not-so-elegantly stuffing the rest of the banana down your throat. You couldn't help but cave into your stomach's hunger; you haven't tasted this quality of fresh food in years! No more scavenging for meals or rummaging through garbage bins!

The man in uniform raises an inquiring eyebrow. You examine the badge attached to his right breast pocket: 'Detective Tsukauchi.'

He gestures to his side. "He asked you for your name."

Your eyes follow his hand's movements, and you find yourself gazing at the rat once more. "Oh, I wasn't paying attention." You admit shamelessly, grabbing another banana from the bowl placed before you. "I'm Y/N."

"Pleasure to meet you, Y/N." The rat smiles. You absentmindedly nod in response. "I'm Nezu, the principal of U.A. High. The man beside me is Detective Tsukauchi," you glance at the final stranger, "and this is Aizawa, a teacher at this school. He is also the one who found you. We would like to ask you some questions, as you are already aware."

"Sure," you comply, shoving another banana into your mouth. "I don't mind."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen, I think."

"Who are your parents?"

You shrug, nonchalantly reaching for another banana. "Don't have any."

Nezu's grin widens slightly, and you watch him place a paw below his jaw. "Would you be comfortable telling us about what happened in that alley?"

Cocking your head to the side, you carefully peel off the banana's skin. "Which one?"

The detective speaks up. "The one you were found in."

Chewing another bite of your food, you tap a finger to your chin in thought. "Well, I was asleep until I heard a bunch of noise." Slowly, you turn to Nezu, replicating his ear-to-ear smile as you dramatically retell your experience.

"I looked up from my home, my beloved alleyway cardboard box, and saw two groups of people fighting. I decided to hide in my box until it was all over, but then one of them crashed into my home. They crumpled my box, and my hiding spot was revealed! The two groups started arguing about 'gang territory,' or whatever, and one of them decided to use me as a hostage and pointed a gun to my head."

You sink your teeth into your banana once more, oblivious to the horrified looks from every adult in the room.

"Oh, but it was fine," you casually continue, mouth half-full, "since, you know, I took care of it and all."

"When you say that you 'took care of it,'" the detective asks cautiously, "do you mean that you used your quirk?"

"My... quirk?" You scratch the back of your neck. "I guess it's my quirk? Don't know too much about 'quirks,' to be honest. I've never been to a doctor, or whatever specialist you go to for checking those out."

"Could you describe to us what it was that you exactly did?"

You gulp down the rest of your banana before replying. "You mean, in that alley? I summoned, or, like, conjured up one of those, uh." You pause, replacing 'SCPs' with another word to prevent further confusion. "Creatures? One of those creatures."

Tsukauchi looks you in the eye. "These creatures that you summon." You glance at the detective's hands, and you notice that they're trembling. "What do they do? What do they look like?"

"Usually I summon them to help and protect me." You explain with a shrug, "Oftentimes I encounter people who want to hurt me for some reason. There's a bunch of, er, 'creatures,' that I can summon, and they don't typically look like your perception of what's 'normal.'"

You continue, "There are endless possibilities, really. One looks like a teddy bear, just covered in human ears." Tsukauchi's eyes widen, as if his suspicions have been confirmed. "There's some that are long and bony. Some of them have these gigantic claws and razor-sharp mouths. Some of them are all gooey and acidic-"

"I believe that's enough." You turn to the side, taking a brief glimpse at Aizawa, who is standing beside you. Those were the only words he's spoken this entire time.

Turning back to the other two, you're about to grab another banana when you catch sight of the detective. You stare awkwardly, your hand paused mid-air. He seems to have completely spun on his heel to face away from you, hands clutching the wall as he gags and dry heaves. You scoot back in your chair uncomfortably.

"...And you do not have a home, correct?" Nezu stands up from his seat, approaching yours.

"Well, I did, but like I said, my cardboard box was destroyed because of those two rival gangs, or whoever they were."

"I see." He raises a paw so as to pet the top of your head. You clumsily bend down in your chair, allowing the two-foot-tall principal to reach your height. "We can arrange something for you. You may stay in a personal dorm here for free, if you would like." He smiles, "So long as you attend this school, the police force has also gladly agreed to erase your criminal record!"

You gawk at him. "C-criminal record?" Well, you guess you usually do end up leaving a mess of dead bodies behind, but it's always in self-defense!

"You should know it is illegal to use your quirk unlicensed and in public, Y/N."

Surveying the room, you dart your eyes from person to person. In the corner of the room, the detective, who is on the verge of vomiting up his insides. The man beside you, Aizawa, who refuses to look at you. The one standing in front of you, Nezu, who is blackmailing you, but is also offering you free shelter and free food...

You huff, grabbing Nezu's paw and shaking it wildly. "It's a deal, then."

#🎭 anon #author #answered #ask #writing request #pp mha au #mha x reader #various x reader #mostly from MC's pov and written comedically #context for those who dont get the joke: MC calls 035 'Rat' as a nickname #had fun writing this! #MC is batshit crazy and has lost all sanity and i do not blame them giving the situation #also cause they're literally a child and not an adult like in my pp fanfic #detective tsukauchi #aizawa shouta #nezu #scp #mha #whoops you traumatized tsukauchi with all those dead bodies! #scp x reader #mentions of: #scp 035 #scp 1048 #scp 1048 a #scp 529

[gwaedhannen]

Last line/thought

Tagged by @that-angry-noldo to share the last line of a WIP and/or the last bit of thinking I've done of a WIP. Doing both because I'm an overachiever. Or something.

This is from my SWG Meet & Greet Matryoshka challenge, which is about the aftereffects of Celebrían's departure on Rivendell and its people. Though this one is a flashback to her first visit to the valley:

Celeborn releases the blur to share a warrior’s handshake with his son and a tender kiss and forehead touch with his wife, and Elrond finds himself facing—

And what I was thinking:

There's gotta be better phrasing than "a forehead touch". (help?)

Well now that I've introduced Celebrían to Elrond I actually need to describe what his first impressions are.

She's wearing Galadhrim archer gear which is a surprise to him because Celeborn was so proud that he was able to raise his daughter with no need for her to be a soldier or healer.

Hmm I should probably figure out her personality.

And then that got me sidetracked to thinking about the perpetual Celebrían In Valinor WIP and how her personality changes to become so bitter after the trauma and why that might be:

She's fucking angry (at the orcs, at Elladan and Elrohir for not rescuing her sooner, at Elrond because he couldn't fully heal her, at Elrond for not sailing with her, at Gil-galad for giving Elrond the ring that kept him from sailing with her, at Celebrimbor for making said ring, at her parents and Arwen for something or other, and most of all at herself for thinking so poorly of her family and friends and for being so weak and for leaving and for not dying and for not fading and and and) and the self-loathing and lashing out is the only way she feels she can express it.

If she thinks she's a different person now (she was beautiful but now she's scarred and disfigured, she was a crafter but now her fingers are shattered, she was a hunter but now she can't stand unfamiliar noises in the woods, she was affectionate but now she can't stand to be touched, she was kind but now she's cruel) then all those horrible things didn't happen to her, they happened to someone else.

Except as the physical trauma continues to heal (Finarfin and the other local doctors were very impressed with Elrond's work), all she has left to separate Before Celebrían from After Celebrían is how her mind and personality changed.

She's been in permanent Survival Mode ever since she was knocked off her horse and doesn't know how (doesn't want) to get out. And when she finally does and can start processing things and try "to learn to be a person again instead of a collection of coping mechanisms" as I've seen it put—ahahaha it's gonna suck.

And as the unofficial subtitle of this work is "The First Age Gang team up to practice psychiatry on their collectively-adopted daughter", this is where Maedhros (and maybe some combination of Finrod, Gwindor again, and Elwing?) shows up.

Oh geez that's a lot more thoughts than I planned when I started typing this. Also I have no real idea how trauma recovery works; I'm just winging it and should probably do some research before I write something dumb.

I think pretty much every author I follow has been tagged by someone else, so open tag for whomever wants!

#tag game #stormthinken

[gffa]

Absolutely hyena laughed at myself earlier today because I went into the Aomine/Kise tag on AO3 because I got distracted again from the crapload of Alhaitham/Kaveh fic I’d been tucking away onto my reader, and then got sidetracked again and was like, you know what I haven’t thought about in years, but now would be a great time? Shizuo/Izaya hell pit time!  All of this while I’m knee-deep in Iwaizumi/Oikawa fic, too! And half a mind to check in on the Barnaby/Kotetsu fic situation these days. I may have also opened up the Dino/Hibari tag as well. And like. I stopped to wonder just what was causing me to bounce from one to the other like this, what made me crave these things in particular?  This was a lot of bouncing around for someone who had spent 7+ years in the same fandom. What is it about these specific relationships that was drawing me in?

Why would I bounce around these specific pairings? Was it just random whim?  Was it-- oh. And the moment it dawned on me, I had to pause just to IRL LOL at myself for a good five minutes because, oh, well, okay, I see then. Christ alive I have never felt more Perceived than I did in that moment, I am truly just a fucking textbook case: I want them all to bite each other mid-fuck because they had to deal with a Real Feeling.

#lumi.txt #i make myself laugh and that's all that's important #obikin for blacklist

[thru-the-grapevine]

Cones and Kisses

Pairing: Lee Jinki x reader

Summary: Jinki should stop thinking about kissing you and focus on your first date. Except he can’t.

Word Count: 1.1k

Tags: fluff, humor, man is head empty

Author’s Note: I don’t have the first clue about anyone in SHINee but it was Rae’s birthday so for her I’ve given it a shot!

Lee Jinki hadn’t realized he was a coward until now.

In his defense, he had successfully asked you out. He’d done it several weeks later than originally planned, several weeks after you’d given him the green light, but he’d finally done it. Mainly because you’d started looking disappointed any time the two of you talked, which made this little crease show up between your eyebrows, and while he thought it was adorable, he figured you’d probably be disappointed to develop a premature frown line.

Especially after he put two and two together and realized oh, you were disappointed because he hadn’t asked you out. Pushing through the what-ifs constantly drizzling in his brain and doing it had been worth it, too, just to see the brightest, cutest smile in the whole wide world dawn on your face when he stammered over the words. The memory of that smile and your little “oh, I’d love to” in response had carried him through several work days of drudgery after.

And, additionally in his defense, he was also successfully holding your hand on this date. And sure, maybe you had initiated it, taking his hand and bounding eagerly through the throng of customers to get a closer look at the menu. But he was the one who hadn’t let go, had shifted your hands to twine fingers together, had watched you unsuccessfully bite back a smile while staring resolutely at the menu. He’d even persevered through the bestowing of two waffle cones and processing payment with only one hand, because oh my god, he was holding your hand, how often had he thought about holding your hand, how could he let go for anything?

But now. Now Jinki recognized himself for what he was. Because for the past ten minutes, well into a conversation he’d wanted to pay more attention to, you’d had the sweetest little swipe of soft serve at the corner of your mouth, and he hadn’t said or done a damn thing about it. Paralyzed by indecision. Could he—was he allowed to just…wipe it away? Or should he just say something so you could fix it?

Not to mention the part of Jinki’s brain that wanted to say “fuck it” and lean in and kiss it away, forewarning and other people around and first date etiquette be damned. He was loath to admit how weak-willed he was against this latter option, how little resolve he wanted to expend shoving the thought down. It was his fault for indulging too many times in his daydreams about kissing you, probably.

“…said, did you?”

Jinki blinked, glancing too quickly back up at your eyes. “Hm?”

A corner of your mouth curled into a smile, the corner with ice cream on it, and goddamnit he was looking again, he needed to stop looking, he was getting sidetracked again just looking.

“You got a little distracted,” you said, glancing momentarily down at his mouth. Jinki felt his heart leap into his throat. “What’s going on in that head?”

Kissing. Kissing you. A lot of kissing. “Uh. Nothing.”

You raised an eyebrow, smile widening, and he could feel the tips of his ears burn. “Hmm. You sure?”

“Yep,” he said, too fast to be convincing.

There was something soft in your eyes when you looked at him and it was melting his brain. He needed to look away to get his sanity back or he’d sound like a moron the rest of the night.

Except his eyes decided that looking at the corner of your mouth again counted as looking away. Jinki cleared his throat, shifting a little in his seat. Coward.

“You, uh.”

He blinked and watched you gesture at his waffle cone. Only then did he feel the cold trickling over his knuckles.

“Oh,” he said, then felt rather stupid. He lifted his cone hand to his mouth and started tidying the mess to shut himself up.

He heard you clear your throat as he finished cleaning his knuckles and glanced over at you. He immediately wished he hadn’t; you were licking your soft serve with concentration, looking away from him. When you lowered the cone and swallowed, he noticed a little more soft serve had settled at the corner of your mouth.

Goddamnit. The universe was testing his patience. Or maybe his self-control. Or both.

Coward.

“You’re staring again,” you said, tilting your head slightly.

Jinki tore his gaze away from your mouth, guilty. “Oh, uh…sorry.”

Uh-oh. That little crease between your eyebrows was slowly forming. You were frowning. Fix it.

“Um, do I have something on my…?”

You began lifting your free hand towards your chin, and alarm bells started going off in Jinki’s head. What they were for, he had no idea. All he knew was every nerve ending in his body felt like an exclamation point, like waiting on tiptoes, and it was fogging his brain. Fix it.

He meant to say “yeah, a little, just here”. Casual voice, lifting his free hand and swiping at the corner of your mouth with his thumb. Cool as a cucumber. Respectful but also intimate. Perfect first date behavior.

What actually happened was a blur in the mind fog that cleared to reveal him kissing you. Badly. His free hand was cupping your face and his lips were on your lips, sure, but only just. His mouth was off-center, focused on the corner of your mouth, and as he remembered the ice cream his tongue swiped out gently before he could stop it.

That’s when his brain switched back on. He pulled away, blinking wide-eyed at you, and you were blinking wide-eyed at him. Oh, god. Oh no. Help. Horrible kiss. He’d just licked you, off-center. God. Fuck. He was going to die.

“Jinki,” you said, and your voice sounded breathy in a way he wasn’t allowed to think about.

“Uhm,” he said.

You glanced aside, then back to him. “Your ice cream is on my shoulder.”

He blinked at you stupidly for another full second. He looked over at your shoulder. His waffle cone was smashed soft-serve side first into your blouse. Dazed, he pulled it away, some dumb part of him scraping the cone gently to try and lift any excess with it. A fist-sized splotch remained on the fabric.

Fucking hell. Of course. Of course. “I…” Shit.

You were already plucking a handful of napkins from the dispenser on the table, swapping your cone to your other hand and mopping at the mess. Despite this, you were grinning.

You were grinning?

“Maybe try with both hands free next time?” You suggested, still grinning, not looking at him.

It took a full five seconds for Jinki to realize you weren’t mad. You weren’t mad at all. You were happy. He’d just performed the worst kiss in the history of kissing on you and you were happy.

You’d practically invited him to do it again, albeit with conditions.

Jinki was going to inhale the rest of this waffle cone to get both of his hands free.

#jinki fluff #onew fluff #jinki x reader #onew x reader #shinee fluff #jinki fanfic #onew fanfic #shinee fanfic #lee jinki fluff #lee jinki fanfic #onew #jinki #lee jinki #SHINee #admin ellie #ellie writes #ellie’s fluff #I’m actually really proud of this #happy birthday rae!

[k9rage]

honey, baby, love

Freelancer/Gavin, Gavin & Huxley, 2k, Mature

Chapter 1 of 4, featuring friendship dynamics between Huxley and Gavin!

Tags: Fluff, Canon-compliant, pet names, domestic fluff, light spice/nsfw, relationships and the pitfalls of being an incubus dating for the first time, gavin’s self-worth issues, Gavin asking for advice from the DAMN crew, Found family dynamics

Baby, baby, baby

It makes his chest warm and mushy in a way he's never felt before, and he feels a bit like he's a blushing schoolgirl instead of damned sex demon. He's felt similar to this before, but never this strongly, and it makes him feel stupid.

Ao3 link

The first time it happens, Gavin is so caught off guard that he all but stumbles over his own feet on the sidewalk, cheeks burning hot in something between desire and complete, utter shock. 

My love, they said.

As if it was that easy. He's been called pet names before in bed, but never like this- with someone's hand in his, and affectionlovedesirecarelust curling through the freelancer’s aura. Never with someone staring at him with a big, dopey smile on their face, as if he put all the stars in the sky.

He coughs, embarrassed by the obviously flustered response, and their hand squeezes his as if to reassure him. 

"Sorry, can you repeat that? I got…sidetracked," he admits, cheeks flushed hot.

The big smile returns to their face, and they swing his arm with theirs as they walk, gripping his hand in theirs. They had plans today, but he can barely remember them over the rush of blood to his face right now, which is utterly humiliating. 

"I asked if you're still up to going to the aquarium today."

He nods, and thinks that's the end of it. The end of the sweet pet names, the affection with no motive to get him in bed.

Not right now, anyway. Later tonight…well. They'll see.

It happens again a couple of weeks later, as they're dressing for early morning classes at his place after a night together. It's not anything big- just a quiet little baby tacked onto the end of the sentence, casual, as if it doesn't make his entire heart stutter in his chest.

"Will you hand me my bag, baby?"

He flushes all the way to the tips of his ears, stammering over his words for a moment just like that air elemental counselor of theirs. 

"Yeah I- yeah, I can."

God, it's so embarrassing. 

He sprawls lazily across his bed to reach their bag, sitting up with a low groan to hand it to them. They're looking at him a little oddly, but he's guessing that's fair, considering he just did a pretty fucking good impression of Lasko for no real reason other than the fact they called him baby. 

They leave for the morning, and he can't stop rolling the moment over in his mind. 

Baby, baby, baby

It makes his chest warm and mushy in a way he's never felt before, and he feels a bit like he's a blushing schoolgirl instead of damned sex demon. He's felt similar to this before, but never this strongly, and it makes him feel stupid.

He doesn't like feeling stupid. 

A week later in the kitchen when the rest of their friends have taken up playing Smash with the freelancer, he corners Huxley in the kitchen. Not maliciously, they're just both there and Huxley is human, maybe he knows what that weird squirmy feeling in his chest that he gets anytime they call him a pet name or smile up at him is.

"Huxley," he starts, cautiously. Feeling things out.

"Yeah, man, what's up? You didn't get enough to eat? Damien has leftovers in the fridge, if you want." 

He grins at that, feeling reassured. "Oh trust me, I'm hungry but…not for food. But this isn't about that."

The earth elemental turns to glance at him, a soft furrow of concern to his brows. It's a rare look on Huxley, since he's so easy-going, and the incubus feels a sting of guilt for putting it there.

"Okay, then…?"

He sighs, a little sharper than he intends to. "I wanted to…ask you a question. As someone with, experience with," he flounders.

Experience with what? Friendships? Empowered humans? Sex that isn't a one night stand anymore but you don't know what it is and sometimes you go to aquariums together and hold hands? He feels completely out of his depth.

"People," he finally chooses.

Huxley grins, eyes flitting over to the door that leads into the living room, where noises of the freelancer and their friends playing games filter through it. The earth elemental is down to earth, sweet, and alarmingly emotionally intelligent.

"Question about the freelancer?" he guesses.

Gavin's tail lashes in frustration behind him and he glances to the side with a nod. He's grateful for how at ease Huxley seems- it makes his hackles lower, and he feels a tad calmer for how grounding the other man is. 

"Yeah," he admits "they called me a pet name the other day."

As if that explains anything. 

"It made me feel…I don't know. Warm, right here," he presses his palm over his chest to demonstrate "I've never felt it that strongly before. Like butterflies, or fireworks lit me up inside."

The earth elemental smiles, slow and easy. Calm, as if this information endears him instead of confusing him like it had for the incubus. 

"Gavin, have you ever dated someone before?" he asks, soft. 

The incubus frowns, "no, it's not really something incubi do. I mean…you could date another daemon but…I don't know. Most of us tend to be wrapped up in our own lives. We don't maintain forms, let alone relationships. Why?"

He hums, like this doesn't surprise him too much. It probably doesn't. Demons keep things close to the vest, but he's probably figured out by now that most incubi or succubi aren't exactly looking for relationships. 

"You like them, dude. The freelancer, I mean. That little…fluttery feeling, it's normal. Not everyone gets it, but lotsa people do."

Gavin frowns, processing that information and mulling over it. Other demons have romantic relationships, incubi just generally don't bother. Humans are complicated and usually are taken on as charges, and other daemons…well, he doesn't exactly go back to Aria much. 

"The freelancer is special, right?" Huxley continues quietly, like it's a secret. It sort of is- his fondness for them is a guarded secret, regardless of how at ease he tries to look. 

"They are, yeah. They look at me and I feel…light. Like I could reach out and touch the stars, if they smile at me long enough." 

He feels uncomfortable being this vulnerable- it makes his stomach squirm, and his fingers fidget absently with the collar of his shirt to put himself at ease. Huxley is sweet, yeah, but sharing this much emotion with anyone is pushing his limits. 

"Yeah, you've got it bad," he laughs, eyes crinkling at the edges. It doesn't feel malicious, though- just like he's being let in on a joke. Included in it. 

"Oh I've got something bad," he purrs, retreating back into flirting in an effort to avoid talking about his feelings any more that night. Huxley seems to accept it for what it is, and the two of them wash up dishes from dinner together with the sounds of their little family a room over, clearly having a ball playing video games together judging by the angry little noises Damien is making. 

-

It doesn't come up for a couple more weeks- and it's easy to forget about it, especially when the freelancer is tucked under his arm, kissing him, holding him close. They're sweet with him, spending hours on the couch making out instead of watching whatever shitty movie they put on that night, or buying him a pair of PJs with little cherries on them saying that he stays over often enough he should have clothes there.

They go out to a small coffee shop with Damien, and he watches the two of them pore over notes together while he eats. It's nice- the shop smells good, and the two of them are giving off such contented emotions that he can't help but get lulled into it, absently stroking patterns over over Freelancer's back.

The pet names don't come up until after Damien heads back to his place, when they're walking back together. Hand in hand, like every human couple he's seen on the street, except he's not human. And they don't seem to care about that at all, swinging his hand in theirs and leaning up against his side while they walk.

"Have you ever been to a zoo, love?"

It throws him through a fucking loop. Gavin can feel his face heat up, and his hand squeezes theirs embarrassingly tight. Mercifully, he manages not to trip over his own feet this time, at least.

"No," he admits after a long moment, "never held much interest. Why?"

Even while he's talking, all he can focus on is the pet name. 

Love.

It makes his chest feel warm and his stomach squirm, and he finally gets what Huxley was talking about. He does have it bad, fuck.

"Was thinking we could go to one together. We went to the aquarium last time. Thought you might like it, but if you have something else you want to do, I don't mind. It's kinda your pick since I chose the aquarium."

He hums, stroking the back of their hand with his thumb absently. The fact they think about what he wants, even with things this small never fails to make him feel incredibly cared for.

"The zoo sounds fun, Deviant. Though…I'm sure we could have just as much fun at home," he purrs out, enjoying the little spike of desire in their aura. They lean against his shoulder, grinning up at him.

"Oh I'm sure we could, pretty boy."

Pretty boy.

This time, mortifyingly, he does trip over his own feet a little.

A couple days later, it happens again. In bed this time, with them straddling his thighs and their mouth hot on his collarbone in a way that makes him sigh out a breathy little noise of enjoyment.

The freelancer rides him, slow and lazy in the summer heat, and he grips their hips to guide the little circles of their hips down onto him. 

"God, baby, you feel so good," they breathe out, sounding breathless.

Warm crawls up his face, and he groans low in his throat in response. It's almost unfair, how much a little pet name from them makes his entire body feel hot to the core with desire. 

"Kiss me, Deviant," he whispers, and they smile down at him, sweetly. They meet him in a kiss, messy and uncoordinated but incredibly good, and he curls one hand at the nape of their neck. 

Neither of them manage to last long- it'd already been a rather…hedonistic afternoon, and he's embarrassingly worked up from the sweet way they're treating him that night. 

The freelancer sprawls out above him, and he can't bring himself to move away even when it's making him sweat. They smell good, like sex and the shampoo he's taken to keeping at their place, and he drinks their satisfied little smile in while they stroke lazy little patterns over his bicep.

"You're sweet to me, Gavin," they murmur softly, kissing his shoulder. "I really like you, y'know." 

He softens, turning onto his side to kiss them, slow and soft. It's sweet, and far more chaste than the two of them usually are. It feels nice, to kiss just for the sake of it, instead of leading into something more. That's nice too, don't get him wrong but…it feels nice to know they like him even without that. 

"I like you too, Deviant," he whispers, cupping their cheek. "A lot." 

He has a sneaking suspicion they've figured out his inability to deal with their pet names.

They've started using them all the time, and it still hasn't changed how fucking flustered he gets about it. Sex, sure. Call him baby, sweetheart, love and he's tripping over his feet. 

The next time it happens, it’s early morning. Saturday- a day off for both of them that they’re relishing in spending inside even with the nice weather outside. He’s been lazing about with them most of the morning until they so cruelly insisted on getting up to make breakfast.

"Baby, come here, try this and tell me if it's any good?" The freelancer requests, and he quietly pads into the kitchen to drape himself against their back with only a slight stutter in his step and a pleased flick of his tail.

He grips their wrist lightly, holding it in place while he sucks cake batter off their fingertips. It's good, but what's even better is the flash of desire that curls through them, making him laugh breathlessly against the shell of their ear.

"It's good, Deviant," he confirms, trailing little kisses down the exposed skin of their neck to earn a little shiver from them, “but not as good as tasting you.”

They gently swat his shoulder, affection rippling across at their core when he ducks to press one last kiss to the skin there.

He likes it. Likes this, the domesticity of it all. Cooking in the kitchen together, draping himself at their back while the distant sounds of Caelum playing Animal Crossing ring out from the living room. 

They haven't talked about it. What this is, the weird little intimacy he and the freelancer have. He's okay with that, honestly. He's alright with taking whatever they'll give him- he's still greedy for it. For their care, their softness, and the way they treat him like something special. 

The freelancer takes him to the zoo.

It's not an especially interesting trip, but he likes it anyway, because it means he gets to see their face light up in excitement while they hold hands and walk around together.  

They get little snow cones and share the flavors while they sit on a bench with their thigh pressed to his, and all he can feel is complete and utter contentment. 

The freelancer all but drags him to get a little penny pressed into a shape with an imprint in it, and he quietly places it on his bedside at home after the two part that afternoon with a kiss and a promise to text when they arrive home that night.

He's rapidly accumulating more sentimental items, he realizes that autumn, when he officially has so many pairs of novelty socks that he can't fit any more in the drawer. He's too attached to let go of any of them, though- even the ones that just have little hearts on them from Damien. 

The freelancer has taken up a small space in his apartment too- a small section of a drawer in his dresser, another toothbrush beside his in his bathroom, and he's quietly taken to keeping actual food at his place now that their little family occasionally gathers there.

#calicos fics #redacted gavin #redacted freelancer #featuring !! #redacted huxley #mdni please #this was such a beast 2 format. pain pain and suffering

[cassarilladraws]

Lavender Crowns

Lukadrien Fluffuary (using this prompt list) Day 21: Flower Crowns Prev | Next Read it on Ao3 Words: 1050 Rating: T Tags: Post-Reveal Lukadrien, Married Lukadrien, Vipernoir, Kisses Chat Noir and Viperion sat on their favorite Parisian rooftop. The view wasn’t bad, but there were better rooftops if someone was looking to see the city. This one was their favorite because of the memories they shared over the years. It was half way between the Agreste mansion and The Liberty, the logical meeting point at one time. Not that it mattered now, neither of the men lived in those places anymore. They had a home of their own that they shared.

Still, they found themselves meeting in the familiar spot out of habit. They both were not quite ready to run home just yet.

“Remember our first kiss?” Viperion reminisced.

“Hmmm….I’m not sure. Maybe you should remind me.” Chat Noir narrowed his eyes.

“Well, it was right here on this rooftop.”

“Maybe we should do a reenactment? That might help me remember.” Green eyes glinted mischievously.

Viperion leaned in slowly, acting out the nervousness he had felt that night years ago.

Chat Noir followed his lead and bumped his nose into Viperion’s awkwardly.

“See, you DO remember.” Viperion laughed and tilted his head.

Their lips met gently. Chat Noir started to press in more, but Viperion pulled back.

“Ah. It was such a short, sweet kiss.” He teased, knowing his husband would have liked more than the quick peck.

Chat Noir rolled his eyes. “Yeah…I guess it was.”

He was about to go in for a kiss that demonstrated the years they had to practice with each other, when he saw a box nearby.

“Oh! I got us something!” Chat Noir jumped up and brought the container back over.

“What’s in the box, my muse?”

Instead of answering the blonde opened it. The smell of lavender filled the air.

Viperion looked and saw the purple flowers. “You brought lavender?”

“Yeah! I saw this video where people make flower crowns! I’ve never tried it before and I thought we could try together. But then there was the fire, and saving people, and all of that kind of got me sidetracked on the way home.”

“Imagine that.”

“Anyway, back to the flower crowns.” Chat grabbed one of the flowers and looped the stem around. “So you just loop it like this, and then add another! Eventually it’s a big enough chain to go around your head.”

Clawed hands meticulously looped another flower together.

Viperion grabbed some of the lavender and started a chain of his own. “Like this?”

“Yeah! Just gotta leave enough room for the flower to fit through the loop.”

His husband’s excitement was contagious and Viperion couldn’t help but be amused at the way Chat’s tongue stuck out a bit when he focused on the next loop.

Soon enough they both had completed crowns.

Chat Noir took a little more time to adjust the flowers in a way that satisfied him.

This was the man Luka loved. Adrien wasn’t afraid to be enthusiastic. He loved trying new things. So many people held back so much, but Adrien was a free spirit. One who at one time had been restrained. But he had no reason to hold back now. He lived his life to the fullest. It’s probably why Luka and Adrien understood each other so well. Neither one was afraid of expressing themselves genuinely.

Chat Noir looked up from his flower crown. The soft gaze in his husband’s eyes made him blush despite their years together. He smiled sweetly in return. “What’s that look for?”

“Just you, being you.” Viperion lifted the one he’d been working on and placed it on Chat’s head. He was careful to not get it hung on cat ears. “I love the flower crowns. And I love how excited you get when we try something new. I love that you want to try those things with me.”

“Said like the true king of my heart. A king who needs a crown.” The blonde carefully set the flower crown he’d made on Viperion’s head. “Did you know one of the meanings of lavender is devotion?”

Their eyes met again.

"Is it, now?" Viperion leaned forward.

Chat Noir followed his lead. Until he purposefully and playfully bumped their noses together.

“I think we’ve had enough kissing experience to avoid that.” Viperion said softly.

“Oh, I thought we were reenacting the first kiss again.” Chat’s lips were inches away.

“We already did that. I want to kiss you like we’ve had some practice since then, my muse.” Viperion continued flirtatiously. 

“And here I thought the flower crowns would make you just want sweet, tender kisses.” Chat Noir teased returning the favor from earlier. "Like our first kiss, when we felt that spark. It was magical."

"That spark became a burning flame a long, long time ago. It's still just as magical." Viperion's voice was dripping with adoration. He pulled back a few inches so Chat Noir could see his face. An eyebrow raised under his mask. “You really think I’m opposed to making out with my husband while he’s wearing a flower crown?”

Chat Noir hummed and fluttered his lashes knowingly. “Are you, m’love?”

The blonde laughed as his husband grabbed him by the bell and pulled him close. Lips crashed together passionately. The aroma of lavender surrounded them. It wasn't long before a purr rumbled in the feline hero’s chest. Viperion’s arms wrapped around Chat Noir tightly. His husband loved the contact with their kisses. Chat’s hands became lost in his love’s long blue tresses. Claws carefully scratched at his beloved's favorite spots. They moved in harmony with each other, a well practiced duet that flowed beautifully. The world around them faded away as the fire of their devotion consumed them.

Viperion was right. The spark had grown into a flame. It was just as magical, though the years of practice had certainly paid off.

When their lips finally parted Chat Noir let out a content sigh. His eyes drifted in the direction of the mansion that was once his prison. "I remember when we had to go our separate ways after kissing each other goodnight."

His husband grabbed one of his hands and placed a tender kiss on the back of it. "Let's go home, my muse."

"Together." Chat Noir placed a soft, gentle kiss on Viperion's lips.

"Together." Viperion smiled.

#Lukadrien #Miraculous #Miraculous Ladybug #Chat Noir #Viperion #Adrien Agreste #Luka Couffaine #Adrien and Luka #fluffuary2023 #Prompt 21: Flower Crowns #Cassarilla writes #Lukadrien Fluffuary

[sleepy-achilles]

@theundertakeriscoming

Imma do the fantasy one last and yk you said both to my question.

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2. Well my dad and his mother (don't even get me started on his parents btw I will commit crime) got me into wrestling. They showed me Shawn Michaels matches against bret hart and the undertaker. (Iron man and hell in a cell) and well at the time I didn't know Shawn was..well yk a big star. Well a few years past and I meet my friend (ex friend) in highschool who's a big wrestling nerd aswell. I don't really show interest in it because well, I was bullied enough, it's not until gcse year that I start talking to him about it and well he tells me I'm crazy because Shawn is the goat. And I was like well yeah Ik he's a goat but I didn't realise he was big big. He then told me wait till I see the wrestling fandom.

Our teachers then yelled at us. But we never spoke about it after that. Well the wrestling fandom that is, we would watch ppvs together with another friend over PlayStation party. Staying up till like 5am and having bets who'd pass out first.

Anyways. Side tracked. Sometime later I'm looking through Instagram and the Shawn michaels tag when I find the really talent editors on there that edit him. I wanted a piece of it. Especially after seeing a Shawn x hunter edit. So that's when I created this, sleepy achilles. Well it was originally nova. And then KingFroggy and then sleepy Apollo and then Sleepy Achilles. (I was originally thinking about my YouTube account) so I started making Shawn and hunter edits and posting them on Instagram. Then I got sidetracked by fast and furious before hbtaker took over my life again and I fully focused on wrestling again and started exploring the fandom more. Which I'm glad I did because oh my days yall are so cool and talented it's amazing.

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3. Dream vacation is hawaii (I know there's problems with that which is why I haven't) and new Orleans (but I'm kinda yk worried about going to America because of how it is atm so I'm not planning that anytime soon) along with Disney land in America (same reason as before) but one place I would go if I was given the money has to be either Malta or Italy. (I've been to Malta but it was with my parents and uncle and aunt)

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1.1- a fantasy headcanon, as in one I think about a lot...hmm is difficult because I have so many and after going back looking for the one I wanted to mention I found a few that bring me joy, so here we go-

Taker, I don't dance, deadman 🤝 Shawn, you do now, micheals.

Aba!taker and his shy boy toy is Canon.

Bsk adopted Shawn once finding out taker loves him

Yes I couldn't be bothered to copy and paste this one.

1.2- fantasy, as in fairytale,

I have a (two, one wrestling and one a completely different world) werewolf Shawn x vampire taker au and my main headcanon is, no matter which version of the au it is, everyone thinks they hate each other (stereotyping them both btw, rude af) when the reality is they'd die for each other and they share a bed at night.

In fact, they had never hated each other. They just have weird foreplay. (In the wrestling one) They are also clueless to the fact everyone thinks they hate each other, which is why it takes so long to correct it. (In the none wrestling one) they play off the fact everyone thinks they hate each other and giggle about it to each other in private.

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Thanks btw to everyone. I'm definitely feeling better.

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker

[ashes-writing]

Ok I’ve been trying to do something with this inspiration but I got nothing. I pass it to you.

Can you please bless me with your smutty magic? Pwease.

OKAY FIRST OF ALL HOW DARE YOU MA'AM.. Secondly, this... It got away from me and honestly? I enjoyed the challenge this presented (I'm sent an image and I have to make a story out of it) so.. Yes... Yes, I did indeed try to work my magic. However, it's not so much smutty as it is... Kind of intense. I tried to make this veer into filth country but I couldn't figure it out. Maybe someday I can revisit and try again. Until then, sweets, have this.

Also, sorry for my absence and that this took a lil longer than I thought it would. I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Uh.. sexual tension. It is real. Swearing. That's honestly about it.

Tagging: uh, hmm.. There's nobody on my new taglists. Any of 'em. So if you wanna be tagged go [ here ] and add yourself. Or tell me and I'll do it.

Other Stuff: taglist || pinned - my rules

I do not consent for my work to be reposted elsewhere or changed/stolen.

She hit the water with an icy splash and a loud scream and when she popped up from beneath it, she sent up a splash and some angry words were thrown around. But in the time it took for her to do all of this, Damian had stolen her prized unicorn floatie.

“Asshole.”

“Aw, are you mad, princess?”

“Not as mad as you’re about to be.” she smirked as she grabbed the float and proceeded to try and turn it over. She finally succeeded after two or three tries and Damian popped up from beneath the water shaking dark hair at her as if he were a wet dog. 

“Run.”

Then he dove towards her, arms gripping her waist as he started to attempt submerging her beneath the water a second time. She put up one hell of a fight or she was until all the fighting and all sudden movement just suddenly… stopped.

They locked eyes.

True to form, Damian had something to say. “You’re kinda hot when you’re angry and trying to drown me, princess.”

It wasn’t what she expected him to say at all and while her brain was busy trying to process, his arms slipped around her and he pulled her closer. An almost territorial move and it may or may not have had everything to do with Moss gaping at her from his lounge chair, his eyes glued to her body like magnets despite Damian making it quite well known to everyone in the locker room that the hellion he had melted against him right now belonged to him and him only.

Either way, as her nose filled with the scents of him, the way the sunscreen mixed with sweat and the after scent of expensive cologne, she felt the foreign urge to clench her thighs because there was just something so… Hungry in those deep dark eyes and the way he was making himself taller so that he towered over her, all of that was throwing her into a frenzy.

“You think so, hm?” she questioned. Taking a step back for the step he took forward. A teasing little gleam in her eyes as she wiggled her finger at him and laughed. “This.” she gestured to his taller, muscular frame as she spoke, “It might work on the other girls, Priest. But it’s not enough to work on me.”

A smirk played at his lips and he reached out for her as she turned and prepared to climb up the pool ladder. Rough hands latched onto soft curve and he grunted against her neck quietly, “That sounds like a challenge to me, princess.”

She spares a little glance over her shoulder at him. Giggling as she shrugs. “Take it however you want to, Priest. I have a name by the way. It’s not princess, either.” she’s pulled herself out of his grip and out of the pool by now, somewhere in the five seconds it took for his hands to touch her body and his mind to get totally sidetracked by it.

She was a stealthy, slippery and coy little one. Oh so coy. Nothing he ever did seemed to really bother her or shake her up at all and frankly, Damian Priest was at a total loss for the first time in his life. Between the sarcasm and thinly veiled insults that bordered on flirting that constantly fell from her lips almost as easily as she took each breath and the fact that she couldn’t touch him enough one minute only to push him away the next, the man was getting very frustrated.

It explains the childish logic behind the decision to steal her beloved golden unicorn floatie because that was equal to a childish tantrum or the boy who likes the girl so he ties her shoelaces together or steals her pink crayons all the time. It was a last resort. A way to make her pay attention to him.

Not that he needed it or anything.

He just wanted it. So fucking badly.

He chuckled to himself. “If I want to call you princess, then I will… Princess.” he said it with a smirk. In a firm tone. His hand tangled in dark hair as it rested against the top of his head and he searched her eyes for some sliver of interest, caught by surprise when he found exactly what he was looking for this time.

Finally. It was about damn time. He’d nearly exhausted every single move in his playbook at this point, he’d gone above and beyond to at least try to make the odds of her bending to his will, belonging to him and him alone, just a little bit more favorable.

His brief moment of triumph was overshadowed however, because she bent down and with a smooth flick of her hands, she sent up a cold spray of water at him. He scowled.

“That oughta cool you off, Priest.” she giggled before skipping away, over to the poolside bar. 

As his eyes traveled her body and lingered on her side profile, he bit his lip. Shuffled around in the pool so maybe the way his cock was throbbing and felt like it might explode at any second would remedy itself. 

She slipped the garnish of olives between her lips and he groaned to himself, fists clenched tight at his sides.

Moss called out in a laugh from across the pool. “Blow it again, Priest?” to which Damian didn’t even spare a look at the man as he held out his arm, his middle finger raised in Moss’ general direction. “Fuck yourself, Madcap.” he called out in response without taking his eyes off of her.

Baron Corbin sidled up to her and Damian’s hand closed around the pool ladder. He hesitated. Going over there right now would be too easy, too obvious and would make him seem like some kind of simp.

He may well have been but besides the point. He watched as Baron’s hand settled against her hip. He growled to himself, his fist clenching around the metal of the ladder. Ready to go over but something kept him where he stood watching at a distance.

He smirked to himself when he watched her turn to face Baron. One hand on those curvy little hips as she laughed and shook her head no while rolling her eyes at him. When he seemed irate at the way she blew him off and tried harder to appeal to her, she threw a hand in his face and walked away.

But it was what she said as she walked away that had his heart beating in his ears.

“Keep it up, Corbin. I’ll find my boyfriend. Correct me if I’m wrong but hasn’t Damian beaten your ass a few times before? Do you want it to happen again?” she questioned innocently. Damian’s mouth dropped but he was quick to close it. Quick to pull himself up to the pool and emerge behind her, wrapping his arms around her hips as he chuckled. “There you are, princess. Corbin bothering you again?” he may have been unable to resist the urge to drag his tongue along the outside of her ear.. Or drop his voice real low and give her hips just the smallest hint of a squeeze to pull her back against his chest even better as he asked the question. His eyes settled on Baron. “Man, we’ve talked about this. At length. Are you really gonna make me kick your ass right out here in front everybody? Again?” he laughed and he straightened so that he stood taller. She squirmed in his grip, well.. At first he thought she was squirming. Then he felt the way the soft curve of her ass pushed right against his black swim trunks. Twice.

“Oops?” she mouthed as they locked eyes when she glanced over her shoulder and up at him.

“You’re teasing a man and all you can say is oops, princess? Really?” Damian purred as his lips boldly brushed right against the soft curving slope where her neck met her shoulder. He laughed into her skin. “Boyfriend, huh?”

“Ugh. Don’t make me regret opening my mouth, Priest.” she grumbled, a soft laugh punctuates her words as she turns herself so that she’s facing him and still very much pressed right against his body. 

“Oh, I have no intention.” he promised, bending to scoop her up into his arms, glancing out at cold water with a wicked gleam in his eye. Her head dove down, settled in his neck. “You asshole!” she stammered out seconds after they both came up from beneath the water he’d thrown them into. He chuckled. 

The sound died away and the softness of her body bumped against hard muscle as she stepped closer. Eyes locked on each other as the sounds, the scenery, all of it fell away, disappearing to nothing.

His hand settled against one of those curvy hips and the sliver of space between them was closed entirely. “I think I can make you wish it was real, baby girl. Care to make a bet?” he asked the question casually. Framing it as just a friendly wager because he knew her well enough to know she’d never resist a good dare.

She gulped. For once she hesitated before responding. Damian chuckled. “Cat got your tongue, kitten?” he mumbled, dipping his head down so that his lips just barely grazed against the softness of hers. “C’mon.. What do you say?”

“M-maybe I already do. Why exactly do you think I chose that to say in the first place, hm?” she said it quietly. Calmly and god help her, she managed to hold his gaze for the duration, just a small act of defiance on her part. Damian grinned. Rough palms gliding over soft curves as his hands seemed to grow a mind of their own. “Wanna go somewhere more private?” he asked.

“Finally.” she muttered, laughter so soft it tickled his ears. “It took you long enough.”

He gaped, feigning shock as he pointed to himself. “Who?Me? I’ve been trying for months, darling. You’re the oblivious one.”

“And yet, you walked right into this.” she gave him one of those little cute and smug pouts as he chuckled, rubbing his chin in thought. “Okay, alright.” he let his hands settle on her ass and slid her up his body, her legs wrapping his waist and squeezing tight as her arms circled his neck. “Maybe I did.”

[thornofarose01]

Never Let Me Go: Chapter Twenty-Nine

Masterlist Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Thirty

Word Count: 1,637

Tag List: @arrthurpendragon @seankayser

Noctis wakes the others up after they mysteriously passed out. With a little way yet to go until they arrive in Gralea, Gaia tries to wrap her head around what just happened. It wasn't long until they were in danger again...

"Hey. Wake up," Noctis ordered.

I groaned quietly, groggily getting to my feet. "Son of a bitch," I mumbled. Noctis was sitting down in front of us, breathing heavily.

"What happened?" Gladio asked as he stood. It seemed he and Ignis had the same thing happen.

"I saw the Glacian," Noctis answered. "It's okay, she's gone now. You guys check on our drivers."

"Got it," Gladio nodded. He walked over to Ignis, looking him over. "You good?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Ignis responded. "Let's go." The two of them walked away, leaving just Noctis and me. I was still trying to wake up.

"Gaia, aren't you going to join them?" Noctis turned to look at me.

I perked up a bit from hearing my name. "Huh? Oh, no," I laughed softly. "I'll probably just stay back here for a moment. I am still trying to figure out why I passed out like that."

It was a half-truth. I was trying to figure that out, but one other question was on my mind. How did Noctis see the Glacian if her corpse was outside the train?

Noctis got back to his feet and walked off as well, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I sighed and grabbed my journal. I flipped through it, reading bits and pieces of what I wrote when I first set off on this journey.

First meeting Noctis and the others, the disaster that was the first bust-a-base, reaching Altissia... All of it was there. It made me wonder if things could have gone differently.

Maybe Lunafreya would still be alive, maybe Ravus wouldn't be a wanted man, I thought. Maybe Prompto wouldn't be missing. Tears brimmed my eyes and I blinked them away.

It was both comforting and sad to reread everything I experienced. After a while, Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis came back to the train car I was in.

"We should be drawing close to Gralea," Ignis spoke after a moment.

Gladio crossed his arms as he took a seat. "Can't imagine what it'll be like."

"Swarming with daemons, but you knew that," Noctis responded with a shrug.

Gladio scoffed. "Don't remind me."

"It wasn't always like that, at least, from what I remember," I chimed in. "But I also lived just on the outskirts." I looked out the window. It was incredibly dark out.

"Though I do have to laugh at the karma of it all," I spoke again after a moment. "Ironic how the empire made magiteks from daemons, yet they can't control them themselves."

"Once we arrive, we'll make for the Keep," Ignis spoke, changing the subject to our strategy.

"The Keep?" Noctis asked.

"Zegnautus," Ignis elaborated. "An imperial mega fortress said to be impregnable."

"With Prompto and the Crystal inside it," Noctis muttered.

"Oh, wonderful," I groaned.

"What goes in must come out," Gladio smirked. He then changed the subject. "So, are we buying this story that the Crystal can purge daemons?"

"The proof is in the purging, but it does stand to reason," Ignis answered.

"Hopefully the Crystal doesn't think I'm a daemon," I laughed awkwardly. 

Ignis continued, "We've observed that as the nights have grown longer, the daemon hordes have grown stronger. If they are in fact averse to the Crystal's light, it could save not only Lucis, but the world." 

Noctis chuckled softly. "We'll find out once we take it back." 

The train's brakes squealed, interrupting our conversation.  I winced at the noise. 

"The hell?" Gladio grumbled as he stood up. We were stopped in the middle of a tunnel. 

"What is it?" Ignis asked. 

"My guess? Something to sidetrack us." Gladio made his way toward the front of the train. 

I looked over at Noctis and Ignis before getting up and following Gladio. Something just didn't seem right. We barely entered another train car before the windows cracked. The train shook violently, knocking us to the ground. We carefully got to our feet, and I looked at the windows once more. They were one attack away from shattering entirely.  

Biggs broke the stunned silence. "City's trying to keep us out... with the daemons," he warned. 

As if on cue, a few goblins jumped against the glass. 

"Gotta run! Don't worry about us!" Biggs told us. 

I quickly turned to look over at Noctis and the others before turning to the windows once again. "Fuck," I whispered. One of the windows shattered, letting some of the daemons inside. 

"Let's get to work," Noctis readied himself to summon his sword. 

Nothing happened. 

"What's wrong?" Gladio asked. 

Noctis tried again. "The weapons... they're stuck!" 

I tried summoning my axe. Nothing. Sword, nothing. "Damn it," I mumbled, trying not to panic. Maybe the tunnel was interfering with the armiger?

"Get back!" Gladio ran forward, kicking one of the goblins away. 

"Run!" Ignis ordered. I looked at Noctis and Gladio once more. We took off in the direction we just came from. At this point, we were outnumbered and it was only a matter of moments before we would eventually be backed against a wall. 

"Uh, what are we going to do when we don't have anywhere else to run?" I yelled to the others, pushing another daemon out of my way. 

"We trade the train for the Regalia!" Ignis responded. "Noct, the freight car!" 

"Keep moving!" Noctis yelled, running ahead of us. 

Finally reaching the regalia, Noctis immediately got behind the wheel. I ran to the passenger side, fumbling with the handle before taking my seat. Prompto's seat. 

"Gun it!" Gladio demanded once we were all inside. Noctis stepped on the gas, the tires squealing as we took off. 

"Threat upgraded." A speaker announced. It was a security system. "Activating level 4 security measures. Sealing all gates." 

"Go go go!" I yelled. Even when we were outside of the daemon-infested train tunnel, we were still in danger. Now we were being shot at. I gripped the seat. In our haste to leave, it seemed none of us paid the seatbelts any mind. With Noctis swerving on the train tracks to dodge both enemy fire and debris, it was most likely the worst decision.

"One clean hit and it's over," Gladio warned. 

"It'll take more than that to stop His Majesty's trusty steed," Ignis reassured us. "Just focus on your driving." 

"I suppose we're lucky they aren't the best shot," I laughed nervously. 

Noctis gripped the wheel tighter, slamming the gas pedal down even more. "You can do it, girl," he hissed, talking to the car. "You can get through this. Come on, old girl!" 

We barely made it through the gate before one last explosion damaged the car. It came to a stop, a somber silence falling over us as the rain began to fall. 

The Regalia was done for. Smoke poured from under the hood. I'm going to miss being crammed in the back seat, I thought to myself. I sighed and looked over at Noctis and the others. 

"That's all she's got," Gladio said, his tone surprisingly quiet. 

"It'll do," Noctis sighed as he opened the door. 

We got out of the car. I remained silent as I looked at it, taking off my sunglasses. "She did a pretty good job," I mumbled. 

We began to make our way forward, Noctis taking one look at the car before whispering, "Dad, thanks for everything." 

Gladio looked over at us, changing the subject. "Are we seriously marching into the capital empty-handed?" He huffed. 

"And with no assurances the Crystal can beat back the daemon hordes," Ignis added. 

"Guess we'll find out the hard way. No turning back now, right?" 

Before us was a train, precariously balanced on rubble. There was enough room for us to go under it, assuming it didn't fall. We carefully approached, Gladio looking it over once more before speaking. "This thing could come down at any time," he muttered.  

"Let's get it over with then," I responded. Just as Noctis was about to walk under it, it dropped a bit. The creaking of the metal echoed around us. He stopped for a moment before running to the other side. 

The train slammed to the ground just after Noctis had made it across. "Hey! Ignis! Gladio! Gaia!" He shouted. 

"Are you alright?" I yelled back. "You didn't get hurt, did you?" 

"I'm going to try to find a way back!" He responded. 

"I suggest we try to do the same," Ignis spoke after a moment. 

We managed to climb onto the train that had fallen in front of us, which provided us with a decent vantage point. 

"Is there a way forward?" Ignis asked. I shrugged. 

"There's a way, but I don't see us going forward without facing off with the daemons," Gladio murmured. 

"But Noctis is going at it alone, we have to get back to him," I responded. "Even if we have to fight barehanded." 

"Perhaps you won't have to," a familiar voice spoke up. Ardyn. He walked over to us from the same side Noctis was on when we got separated. 

"What are you doing here?" Gladio demanded. He held his arms out in front of Ignis and me, a small attempt to protect us. 

"Why I come bearing gifts," Ardyn responded. With a snap of his fingers, our weapons manifested in our hands. "See? Gifts! Now I believe a 'thank you' is in order." 

"After all the shit you put us through?" I scoffed, letting my axe rest against my shoulder. Gladio inched closer to him, brandishing his greatsword. 

The chancellor put his hands in the air as if he were surrendering. "Here I am, helping for a change. But I can see I'm not wanted." He turned and left without another word, leaving us to discuss our plans. 

Why would he give us our weapons back? Surely he would rather us be defenseless. Unless us getting killed wasn't his goal... 

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[daintyduck99]

Hey there, hope your day is going well! Emoji asks: ⛔ 🍦 👀

Thanks! ❤️❤️❤️ I hope yours is, too!

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

I started writing a Peterpatterlina fic once that was from Alex's perspective, and it hinged on something silly (I'm pretty sure it was that Luke and Reggie were convinced that Julie was a closeted boy band fan thanks to Carlos throwing her under the bus/using her as a cover). I could never get it to come out right, but I'm still interested in doing an Outsider POV fic for the ship!

I nearly scrapped Deny Me Air, But Never Your Laughter because the beginning was giving me a lot of trouble, but I eventually wrote it out of order because I could picture the last scene so clearly. Then I was able to rewrite the beginning in a way I was actually happy with!

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

This is actually a really tough question for me because I write fluff more or less exclusively. I had no idea how to narrow it down, lol. That said, I think I have to go with Backpack Cuddles because it's pure fluff and I actually sort of melted while rereading it.

(I'm really curious as to what other people think my sweetest fic is!)

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Oh gosh there are so many 😅

So there's this Rulie epistolary that I'm working on that's sort of inspired by the Tim McGraw song Something Like That, in which Reggie and Julie meet at a county fair (local for him, she's visiting/passing through on a road trip with her family). They have a lovely Not Date at the fair and he gives her his favorite flannel and they share a slightly hurried but bittersweet I-really-like-you-but-I'm-probably-never-going-to-see-you-again kiss, and it's only later that they realize they forgot to exchange numbers. Flynn manages to find Reggie's social media because his last name is on the tag of his shirt, though, and he and Julie exchange contact information (which quickly turns into exchanging letters). They fall in love over the course of exchanging letters and have to navigate long-distance. I haven't actively worked on it in a while (aka got sidetracked by other wips), but I'm very fond of the concept!

#thanks for asking! ❤️ #fanfic asks #about ash's fics

[willowedwisteria]

oh lord im so fecking sorry for my friend that pulled an essay on you- i didnt know they would add some stuff about the past events until i found out today.

but ig its time ill tell the truth, and its a stupid one honestly. im currently under the weather and starving so i might write a bit shorter than usual.

so, uh. the reason why i was avoiding yall back then, was because- uh-

i felt like i was the last resort, you know, the third, fourth, fifth wheeler in a friend group. this wasnt the first i’ve experienced it. i know i speak a lot and tend to interrupt (truly sorry for that), and sometimes i was told to talk less or just be quiet.

i was also told that i always interrupt every conversation when a common interest was mentioned irl.

i already mentioned it in my blog but im going to say it again, i honestly felt like i have to please everyone on the discord server, that i have to play my cards right to please the many interests of everyone there.

dont get me wrong, i love feeding all of you fics about your fav(maybe slander them in the process too), but over time it felt like i was working hard just for recognition that “hey, im here. i still exist.”

again, this wasnt the first time i’ve experienced this. heck, i wrote like 2-3 fics just for gaile (one of them is diluc), like i was tryna impress for whatever reason. and honestly? i regret feeding gaile now. i dont hate gaile, i just regret writing fics for them.

and yes, im sensitive, i tend to get jealous of petty things, ill admit that. but i try to reason myself that “your moots have lives outside of tumblr, Hana. Of course they won’t notice your work/message/etc.”

honestly sound like im guilt tripping but im genuinely not.

i hated that i have to please people even on the internet, as if i was born to make everyone around me happy, forever making me an afterthought.

like that time where i send out a message that it was also my birthday but was met with silence, so i quickly deleted it out of embarrassment. (gunter and i shared the same birthday, surprisingly.)

and yes, i regret send that ask to you. i really do. sagau villain au has gotten way too stale here, another major reason why i regretted that. and yes it was supposed to be what my friend previously said, but i didnt expect it to blow up and it to become your au.

i often get attacked whenever i mentioned that i was the reason it blew up, but thats selfish of me, i shouldve kept my mouth shut. ahh yes, the good times where my tumblr blogs were too dangerous for me and my former followers. hah

ah flip, i got sidetracked haha. im not seeking for forgiveness, nor am i asking to interact with my former moots again. i came here to tell the truth.

a petty, childish truth.

but we all have flaws no matter how well we hide it.

im under the weather, family and childhood has messed me up, and honestly i feel like ending it all sometimes one way or another.

however, if you do want to interact with me again, feel free to tag me, even if i dont respond much. i wont respond at all if its in pms, im too awkward for that. you can decide whether you want to publish this ask or not, i dont mind.

-Hana

I have no right to say that I can truly understand how you feel since I didn't go through what you had to painfully experience, but I can say that I relate to it.

But, let's not talk about me right now.

You don't have to apologize, it was partially my fault. Your friend must have brought it up to me because I needed to at least know.

If avoiding us was your last resort, then I and I hope the rest of your old mutuals respect your decision. Tumblr may not have a place for you, but you definitely will always have a special seat in my blog.

You've been so strong after facing so much unnecessary hate. If you've experienced such hurtful comments about you supposedly interrupting someone else, unintentionally or not, I can kind of see why this was your last resort.

Recognition, fame, to not be forgotten. I don't know how to console or help you, but I'm glad you decided to take the time off of Tumblr. This is an unhealthy mindset.

If you look back into my blog, I also felt jealous of things such as notes and stuff. I felt insecure because my fics weren't doing well and I thought my writing had become terrible. I was insecure. I think you went through something similar.

You don't have to call yourself sensitive because many people also surprisingly feel this way as well. It's a valid and plausible thing, but it's also very unhealthy. Tumblr was just supposed to be this place to interact and have fun, and take a break from life.

I really wish I got to know more about you and bond with you. You seem like a wonderful person. However, for now, I don't think you'd need that.

Again, I'm so sorry for the trouble. That one mistake of mine escalated so much. We might not know each other that well, and nor do your old mutuals, but I'm sure many did miss you.

Thank you for your time here and for being here.

Thank you for the truth, Hana.

#Wisteriamutual

[vaudeville-venom]

3/4AM — O3-12-2O24 : RANT / RAMBLE ﹐🪶 ˖ overview: im tired of tiktok, want to move to other social media platforms. want to start blogging / journaling on tumblr and love the idea of others doing the same and find it interesting. want to redo my intro post really bad (i bring it up alot.) i want to have the 'average highschool experience', feel alone then ramble about my life a bit. talk about how i am rambling and how i dont expect anyone to read it. im tired of having a fucked up sleep schedule and being unstable. then an ending note talking about journaling on tumblr again, moodboards, the fucking intro post again, and want to work on a tagging system. (im really fucking tired oh my god)

[ me-core / aesthetic of my brain atm ] : images frm Pinterest

im really debating on just leaving tiktok for now, the algorithm fucking sucks especially right now. its boring as fuck and im not even seeing stuff of my interests or my mutuals ☠️ its all the same 3 god damn audios of content i wouldnt ever like want or expect to see??? ive mentally wanted to stop using shit like tiktok and move to using tumblr more and other sites like spacehey and stuff. i really need to redo spachey too. because while tumblr still has an algorithm ofc its alot less addicting and doesnt absolutely wreck your attention span like tiktok has for me. i feel like not using tiktok other than for occasional posts and sending things to / receiving things from friends would make me a bit more productive as well as being better for me mentally. while it wont magically cure me from any mental illness itll make me feel better and probably help my stress a bit.

i really love the idea of using a tumblr blog to post whatever i want and like use as a digital diary of some kind,, its super fun imo. i had an old acc but it felt like more of a chore to keep up with so now it’s abandoned. speaking of that blog i may make a post being like “hey, im [here] now!!” because i had some neat mutuals there. i think its really neat to see people post about their day and share things they like and reblog everything that catches their eye yk! that may just be a me thing.

i want to redo my intro post a bit, because idk im a bit unhappy with it. (dont be surprised if i edit it mid-writing this or before i post this..) i really love to write but i havent had much motivation at all. i typically love researching my interests and taking notes on them but recently i havent been able to no matter how much i want to, maybe this diary / blogging kind of thing will help me get back on my feet with that :)

i really dont have a ‘yearning’ for anything at the moment, besides having the experience of like everyone else my age. idk how (hahaha) corny that may sound but like for background, im online schooled due to mental and physical disabilities, i dont have many friends online or in person, i rarely see anyone, and i live with my dad and see my mom sometimes and dont really have family outside of that. the family i do have i dont get along with very well or theyre distant (physically or emotionally.) the family i really consider is my dad, because hes always there for me, and my friend micah, but he lives like 9 hours away from me like a LOSER (ily bffie.) im a big believer on chosen family and he is that chosen family. ok i got sidetracked, what im saying is i have no social life really, dont have a place to get a social life (school), and cant really connect with people no matter how i try to. i want to live life like how i see in teen life films or tiktoks of people vlogging with their friends, hell id kill to even have an irl bestfriend to be around. i do have irl friends, and i do have close friends, but i dont see them often or have the personal connection of a mutual best-friend feeling. my dads probably my best friend but i need someone my age lmfao.

this post will be so long that no one will read it i garuntee but also i dont mind?? im not gonna spill my guts like someone wont read this but im not gonna act like i have a large audience. this will just be a nice thing to look back on and keep up unless i anxiously delete it whenever i look back on it (maybe in the morning)

im really tired of waking up at 3-4pm right now, but i cant sleep earlier than 5am no matter what i do. and if i manage to fall asleep at 2am or something i wake up an hour later or wake up at 4-5am panicking for some reason. i havent been to therapy in forever, my therapist is like not doing her job as well as id like and i have no doctor other than my pediatrician who doesn’t understand what im talking about ever!!

i just made this post and thats kinda what led to all of this ranting and wanting to write and shit. im sorta just tired of alot of social media and would love to find myself in other ways and use other forms of social media to share those things even though tumblr is a bit more dead than some things :) im gonna end this one here but if i write another tonight or early tomorrow (like the afternoon same day but it’s tomorrow to me) dont be surprised i love rambling to myself. now i think im going to make this post look cute, post it, redo my pinned intro, work on featured tags/a tagging system, then go from there ^^’

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[rrinsluvr]

february! six— u better pay me this time

NOTE!— the order of talking is yn first then childe goes next and will always be that way unless described in the story

hello?

hey

both of you were slightly in shock of how much you’re voices changed

but then again it’s been two years

childe notices your voice was slightly deeper and more mature than before. he remembered the times you would scream in his ear so much that he got so used to your voice and now that it’s changed, he wondered how much has your appearance changed in the span of two years, what kind of mannerisms you have now, but he just really missed you in general

you also noticed the slight change in his voice. remembering those times where you secretly talked in the middle of class and not getting caught each time, when he would randomly laugh or chuckle making everyone— including you laugh with him

alright I can’t take this anymore, it’s awkward as fuck

alright I can’t take this anymore, it’s awkward as fuck

alright I can’t take this anymore, it’s awkward as fuck

you chuckled at his straightforwardness as he smiled at your reaction

well yeah, it’s been years

i feel like we’re still in high school sometimes, you know?

yeah, we didn’t even have a chance to graduate

you huffed

you’re still on that??

he laughed while your cheeks slowly painted themselves pink

of course i am! i’ve been waiting for it for like—forever, but then it’s suddenly canceled??

and the conversation continued with both of you catching up a bit and reminiscing the past

ok we got a bit sidetracked there

yeah for an hour

childe chuckled nervously at the sudden change of your tone

well, you can start now

alright

he cleared his throat before continuing

im sorry for bringing ‘that’ up, i know it’s a sensitive topic for you and that not quite over it yet. i was being really insensitive and i knew what i was doing yet I didn’t stop, i kept insulting and guilt tripping you im really sorry it was just my pride getting in the way. i knew how much it affected you and I completely understand if you don’t wanna talk to me ever again don’t worry i really will and im really sorry

childe..im sorry too, i wasn’t being the best person when i was putting the blame on you. i was just trying to pin the blame on someone again and play the victim even though im the one at fault. what im saying is, im glad you reached out and apologized and that i accept you’re apology

childe finally let out a sigh of relief, he was literally shaking— afraid to lose you again

well it’s not completely your fault, isn’t it?

yeah..thanks for that childe

mhm, anytime

also, do you still wanna continue the trying to get together with lumine thing??

oh um, sure. but it isn’t really a get together with her its kind of a trying to understand my feelings more, yup totally that

alright, but you better pay me this time

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this conversation was two weeks after the fight

childe and yn used to talk a lot during class but somehow did not get caught?? everyone was so curious on how they kept doing it lol

childe is finally being more clear?? lol no jk he still isn’t making any sense

childe was literally being so sulky and depressed that he even ignored his friends for a while

this has a ton shit of clues so i hope you find them😁

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[deancaskiss]

For @tootiredmotel's follower celebration, prompt: "is that a threat?"

Suptober Day 11: Pizza Delivery

wc: 695, tags: fluff, marriage proposal (their second proposal because they're already married saps in love)

"Do you know what we need?" Cas asked, fingers grazing against Dean's on the handle of the shopping cart. They were currently in the breakfast cereal aisle; Cas pressed up against Dean's side to let other shoppers pass.

"If you're referencing the list of cereals your son has requested-"

"Our son," Cas corrected, fingertips dancing up the cuff of Dean's sleeve, stroking along the pulsepoint on his husband's wrist.

"Oh, no, when it comes to whatever weird eating habits you and Jack have at 4 in the morning, he's officially your son," Dean replied, turning to face Cas until they were chest to chest.

Sliding his hand further up, Cas traced lazy patterns along the inside of Dean's forearm. "I wasn't talking about the breakfast cereals," he said, far too softly and tenderly for their weekly grocery store run.

"You gonna leave me in suspense or tell me what's on your mind?" Dean asked, nudging forwards until their noses just barely brushed together.

Cas smiled, dotting a couple quick kisses to Dean's lips. "We need a movie date night. Just you and me. Get some pizza delivery, watch a Western movie, curl up under that new blanket we just got."

"Mmm," Dean hummed, wrapping his arms around Cas' neck. "Yeah, I could be persuaded to do that. And if I get a little sidetracked from the movie because I get a little distracted kissing you?"

"Is that a threat?" Cas beamed, stealing a kiss right there in the middle of the grocery store.

"It just might be," Dean grinned against Cas' mouth.

"I'm all yours."

~

Pizza boxes spread out on the table with Dean's legs in Cas' lap and the warm knit blanket wrapped around them, Cas clicked play on the movie. The second the first images began to play, Cas pressed a couple soft kisses to Dean's neck.

"Movie hasn't even started yet and you're already distracting me with kisses," Dean teased, finishing his slice of pizza and tilting his head until he could lazily capture Cas' lips in a little kiss.

Cas hummed in pleasure, melting into the touch before murmuring, "Did you know I love you?"

Laughing, Dean grabbed Cas' hand until their wedding rings clinked together and he squeezed gently. "You'd better, considering you married me."

Something twinkled in Cas' eyes, and he leaned in to kiss Dean even more softly; so tender and slow that Dean absolutely dissolved into the press of their mouths. A kiss so sweet and loving it felt like his chest was going to burst apart with how much he ached with affection for his husband.

"Dean?" Cas reverently breathed his name against his lips between feather-light kisses that had Dean's head spinning.

"Mmhmm?" Dean murmured, tugging Cas closer, pizza and movie already forgotten in the warm embrace of Cas' mouth against his.

"Marry me?" Cas whispered with a kiss so achingly intimate Dean utterly shattered.

"Sweetheart, we're already married," Dean replied, tears welling in his eyes as the air stuttered to a stop in his lungs.

"It's my turn to propose to you." Lips just barely touching, a breath of a kiss dancing between them as their hearts beat as one. "Dean Winchester, marry me again?"

Gasping, Dean was caught between breathless dizziness, tears, and laughter. He'd never been more in love in his entire life. Somehow, Cas stole more of his heart every day, and God, Dean could kiss him forever and it still wouldn't be enough to meld their love together.

"Yes, Cas, oh God, yes." It was sappy, but God, Dean was lovesick and completely smitten. When their lips found each other again, it was so gentle that Dean couldn't bear it; hand grasped tightly to Cas' chest, right over his heart where the usually steady beat was racing against Dean's touch.

"I love you," they both uttered at the same time, completely enamored.

If Dean got to keep calling Cas his husband, he'd marry his angel a million times. When Cas broke the kisses several minutes to press their wedding rings together, he beamed at Dean and murmured, "We're getting married again."

Oh yes, Cas absolutely had all of Dean's heart.

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