#makin’ me blush with all these compliments

[edensdahlia]

Your writing is magical 😭 and it feel enchanting

Thank you Angel!! I genuinely never thought my writing could be described as enchanting but I’m so so glad you see it that way <3 Y’all are the sweetest things I swear :(

#₊˚ପ⊹edensdahlia #₊˚ପ⊹gardentalks #₊˚ପ⊹nonnie! #makin’ me blush with all these compliments #also may or may not have some fics in the works #john price #konig #<3

[wileys-russo]

I just saw a recent interview Stanway where she says she’s learning how to tattoo, so maybe something where Georgia convinces reader to tattoo them and it’s just cute fluff

inkmaster II g.stanway

"she's getting pretty good you know?" you looked up from your book as vik appeared, nodding to your girlfriend working away in the corner of his tattoo studio. "she harassed you to try it on some real skin yet?" the man grinned as you playfully rolled your eyes. "only every single day."

"you any closer to saying yes?" he smiled knowingly. "maybe a little. like you said, she's getting pretty good." you admitted fondly, marking your place in your book as vik disappeared to greet a client out front.

not wanting to throw her off you walked behind where georgia was tattooing, watching over her shoulder as she concentrated, hair thrown up into a messy bun and the sleeves of her baggy t-shirt rolled up out of the way showing off the dozens of little tattoos littering her arms.

"hello you." she paused, flicking off the tattoo gun and carefully place it beside the prosthetic fake skin she was practicing on. "looks good amor." you complimented as she swiveled her chair around to face you, tugging you down to sit on her lap.

"you look good." she grinned cheekily, her thick accent sending you swooning. "would vik let you tattoo someone yet?" you questioned with a small smile, watching georgias face absolutely light up at your question.

"wait here!" she gently moved you off of her and raced away making you laugh quietly and take a seat, admiring the small designs she had been practicing just moments before.

"he said yes! he has to supervise me and i can't charge ya, not that i would do that obviously, but he said yes!" georgia beamed, grin from ear to ear as she came sprinting back into the room. "do ya know what you want?" georgia asked and you nodded, standing to retrieve your phone.

"wait. baby are ya sure?" georgia grabbed your hands, interlocking your fingers and sweetly kissing your palm. "very sure. why? are you scared of what my sisters might say?" you teased, smile widening seeing the way her face instantly paled.

"er i didn't think bout that! maybe not then." georgia worried as you grinned. "baby they both have tattoos too, they will not care!" you assured, reaching up to move some flyaways out of her face.

"anyway. i want these, can you do them?" you showed her your screen, worry replaced with a frown as she inspected the two small designs. "yeah, i think so." she nodded confidently, bending down to reward you with a kiss before running off to grab what she needed.

"okay. ready? ready?" vik sat down beside georgia to watch on as you both nodded, georgia kissing the crook of your elbow as you sent her a smile, laid down on a chair as your arm was stretched out and ready.

"baby tell me if i'm goin too deep and it hurts." georgia warned, eyes glazed over with concern. "it's supposed to hurt, no?" you teased but nodded in agreement making vik chuckle, instructing georgia as she flicked on the tattoo gun.

your chosen designs were all linked in with your family, and though you'd been tattooed before you had seldom in visible places so a lot was on the line here and your girlfriend knew that.

you flinched just a tiny bit as her needle met your skin but once you adjusted to the buzzing and the slight sting you mumbled encouragement over and over to the blonde in front of you whose confidence grew as each minute passed, watched over carefully by vik.

"ya alright love?" georgia checked in as she wiped down the first little tattoo she'd now finished, vik nodding he was also happy with it. "you're doing so good baby, barely hurts." you complimented, your girlfriend blushing slightly which the man beside her was quick to tease her about as she rolled her eyes and flicked the gun back on.

"just try not to think about that you're tattoing la reina's baby sister a week before you play her." "shut up vik man! your makin me dead nervous."

~

"did you forget your barca jersey in germany hermanita?" you rolled your eyes before you even turned around, your older sister pulling you into a headlock and ruffling your hair before you pushed her off.

"im not picking a team today." you glared at her, refusing to choose between your sister or your girlfriend as they lined up against one another for the champions league, much to the annoyed protests of both parties at your decision.

"hola mami." you smiled, your mother pulling you into a tight hug, not having seen you in over a month now you held her for as long as she needed before you released her and she wiped away a few tears, you quick to promise you would try and come home to visit more.

"you got new tattoos!" your sister realized the moment you'd pulled away from the hug with her. "shut up alba!" you hissed smacking her arm as you all walked into the stadium and up to your seats, your mother well in earshot who only turned with a smile.

"i have long given up reasoning with any of you about what you put on your bodies mija."

"i like them but they are a little....wonky?" you yanked your arm out of her grip as the three of you sat down. "georgia did them. be nice!" you warned only causing her to throw her head back and laugh.

"oh hermana just you wait till ale hears that, your little girlfriend is a dead woman."

~

"assist and a goal. you played so well gee baby!" you greeted your girlfriend by the barrier with a grin and a kiss, pulling her sweaty form into a hug, murmuring a more quiet condolence for the loss.

"wish my name was on your back." the blonde frowned causing your smile to widen as you kissed away her pout. "any other game you know it would be." you promised softly, glancing up and seeing your eldest sister marching her way over.

"incoming. be strong! don't let her boss you around." you warned as georgia's eyes widened but before she could even speak it was too late. "stanway!" you shot alexia a firm glare as she arrived, slinging an arm over your girlfriends shoulder and steering her away.

"no. you stay!" she warned as you tried to jump the barrier to follow after them, watching on sympathetically as your sister marched the poor girl away from you. "you had a good game." alexia started, georgia stammering out a thank you with wide eyes.

"whats all that then?" keira appeared beside you, pulling you into a hug as you congratulated her for the win. "i let her do it." you smiled, holding out your arm with the fresh tattoos as keira inspected them with a whistle.

"well its been nice knowing her, but she's a dead woman now." "why does everyone keep saying this!"

"so. you have been permanently marking my sister now stanway?" alexia accused, moving to tower over the shorter girl whose face pale as she tried to stammer out an excuse.

"no more. if i find one more single tiny mark on her that i know she was not born with, i will make sure to have the barca crest inked on your face. that is a promise!" alexia warned firmly, georgia nodding repeatedly and rambling out an apology over and over, a satisfied smile settling on the eldest putella's face as once again her arm slung over the midfielder and she walked the two of them back toward you.

"i'll see you at dinner hermana, you too stanway." your sister kissed your forehead and winked to your girlfriend before striding away toward the change rooms.

"are you okay baby? what did she say?" you asked a very pale georgia, keira doubled over in laughter at her best friends expense, having been the one who introduced the two of you in the first place.

"er well i think i need to learn tattoo removal now."

#georgia stanway x reader #georgia stanway #woso x reader #woso blurbs #engwnt #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso #alexia putellas x reader

[adalwolfgang]

S/O flirting with Sinclair brothers

Thank you and love you💜💜💜

Sinclair brothers reaction to being flirted with.

Warning: These reactions are from my viewpoint on the characters and their backstory in the movie. So I tried making their reactions as real and accurate as possible.

Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner(s)

Beaugard (Bo) Sinclair : 8.3/10

Caught off guard

“Now hold on a damn minute. I’m supposed to be the smooth talker!”

He isn’t opposed to the idea of someone flirting back at him, especially if you’re a tourist since that just tells him you’ve taken the bait of him just being a charmer. But now if you’re both together? He pouts, trying his best to hide his warm face. It’s not that he doesn’t like you flirting with him, it’s just he doesn’t like the idea of someone getting a reaction out of him. Especially when it comes to flirting. He much prefers when he can make you a hot mess and turn into a puddle.

Lester Sinclair : 8/10

Flattered

“Aw, yer makin’ me blush!”

He loves the attention. Both his parents never gave him the attention like Bo and Vincent got so to get it from someone now? He’s lovestruck. If you’re a tourist and quickly start flirting with him, he’ll get on his knees begging Bo to let him keep you. All the tourists he’s encountered were nothing but rude and disrespectful towards him. But you flirting with him and showing interest? Sign him up. Now, that being said. If you two are already together and you start flirting with him. He acts like a school girl. It’s flirty banter back and forth between the two of you as both of y’all’s faces get warmer with each word.

Vincent Sinclair : 9/10

Extremely flattered

Vincent was always reassured by his mother that he was a handsome boy. Hell, he knew good and well she favored him over all 3 of them. When you first met, finding him in the wax museum while your group was off getting killed doing who knows what, you started praising his work and also his looks. Complimenting his hair, his clothes, and his mask. By the time you ran out of things to compliment him on, he was a flustered mess under his mask. Quickly he decided that you would live since he so longed craved for that praise that his mother used to give him. Now, just like with the other two, if y’all were both already together and you started flirting with him, he’d crave more. He wouldn’t want you to stop flirting. He enjoys the attention. He’s been raised with having all the attention on him due to his mother babying him til her death so to get attention from you? He’s struck gold.

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[stevenose]

before you go (18+)

summary: after hawkins turned into literal hell in 1986, steve harrington can’t rest - not until he figures out how to keep things safe. you’re a good friend, though. and good friends help each other.

contains: smut! steve x reader; gender unspecified reader; oral (steve receiving); sub!steve a little??; gratuitous usage of the phrase good boy; mention of sex/cockwarming; all lowercase SORRY

author’s note: this man needs a blowjob and some melatonin

be over 18 when you read this or this man will go insane and never sleep again. do u want that. tell me

“‘calm down’?”

“i think it might be good for you.”

steve paces, hair a mess. “how the hell am i supposed to calm down? this is such a disaster.”

no shit. “when was the last time you slept?”

he sighs and stops pacing, facing away from you. a hand propped on his hip. “i slept this afternoon.”

“how long?”

he sighs again, a little bitchy. “an hour.”

“that’s not enough,” you argue, moving towards him when he starts pacing again. you place your hands on his shoulders firmly to stop him. “you’re going to ruin the hardwood.”

“fine by me,” he snarks, eyes narrowed. “not like it matters when town’s gonna blow up any goddamn day now.”

you know it’s hard and you’re scared, too. the difference is that you know when to rest and have faith. steve doesn’t. steve will pace right through the floor and lose sleep and stress everyone else out before he concedes. and maybe his only saving grace in these moments is that he’s also a little pretty when he’s frustrated.

you bite your cheek and think about it for a moment - your admittedly ridiculous idea, given the circumstances - then lower to your knees in front of him.

“what are you doing?” he asks bluntly.

“calming you down.” your hands reach for his belt and he sort of gasps.

“hey hey hey, wait - wait -“ he says frantically, his hands coming to rest on top of your head. “you’re what?”

“you need a distraction. and orgasms help you sleep. you know that though, don’t you?”

he opens his pretty mouth, those plush pink lips, before snapping it shut and shaking his head. “i - i don’t -“

so you sigh and start getting up, thinking he’s rejecting the advance, but he pushes you back down gently. “okay, wait - wait - i didn’t say no.”

“so you want me to help.”

he nods. “if you really want to.”

“you want me to suck you off and make you cum so you can get some rest.”

he blushes up to his ears. “um. uh-huh.”

“you gonna ask?”

everything feels frozen when he looks down at you with wide eyes. he finally licks his lips and clears his throat. “will you - uh, give me a blowjob?”

“jesus,” you mumble, going back to his belt, working it open. “i thought you were supposed to be good at this.”

“i am,” he snaps. “i just - i’m not used to -“

“i know you’re not,” you interrupt. you push his jeans down, aching when you see his cock through his briefs. “you need to let go of your control on things sometimes. you’re going to drive yourself crazy.”

steve doesn’t answer. he just watches, eyes wide and pupils blown when your hand experimentally cups his dick. “how long’s it been, huh?”

“n-not really long,” he stutters. “the - the night this started.”

your brows quirk, palm gently massaging his balls. he moans lowly. “she sucked your cock?”

“jesus, don’t say shit like that.”

“why? ya gonna bust already?”

he groans, hips keening forward. “come on. you’re just makin’ me more frustrated.”

“poor thing,” you mock, your fingers brushing over his shaft. “you don’t even know how to say please.”

“please?”

you pull his underwear down, letting his cock spring free. “oh,” you say bluntly, staring before you look up at him. “no wonder no one gives you oral.”

“that a compliment?” he asks, hand still resting steady on the top of your head.

you don’t answer. you take his shaft in your hand and pump him a few times. you hear his breath hitching but you don’t chance a look upwards - his face might make you implode. his cock is warm and velvety in your hands, tip pink and sticky. you swallow, mouth genuinely watering, before you lean forward.

“hey,” he says again, but softly, pushing your head back gingerly. “you don’t have to, okay? i’m fine, i promise.”

“i know i don’t have to,” you say, still stroking him, watching his face twitch. he’s trying to be so serious. “didn’t i start this?”

“well, yeah -“

“i want to finish it, too.”

he nods and lets you lean forward again. “o-okay.”

“you want this too, right?” you ask, lips ghosting on the head of his cock.

“please,” he asks breathily.

you press a kiss to his tip and smile when he moans, head thrown back, arms coming up to tug at his own hair. you smile, kissing it gently one more time before letting your lips wrap around him. the taste of salt hits your tastebuds and you moan, swirling your tongue around it.

“oh, shit,” steve groans. the tendons in his neck are visible. the scar that makes your stomach ache jutting out. you have to look away from it, instead closing your eyes as you make out with his cockhead. your tongue runs along the underside of it and steve shudders, hands now coming down to rest on your head. “like that,” he breathes. “that feels so good.”

“i know,” you say sympathetically, pulling away a little. “big cock just needed some attention, huh?”

“jesus, say that again.”

“what? that you have a big cock?”

he nods, teeth obviously clenched.

you smile. “you have such a fat cock, steve,” you whisper, before licking a bead of precum away. “i don’t know how it’s going to fit in my throat.”

“hang on,” he whines. “please - against a wall, or somethin’ - i’m gonna drop if i don’t.”

you laugh, pushing up and meeting him again against the wall, his back up against the plaster. you steal a chance to kiss his jaw before getting back on the ground, continuing your movements without missing a beat. now that he doesn’t have to focus on staying upright, his eyes clench shut and he leans back.

“good boy,” you coo, and his cock kicks. “oh, you like that? you’re such a good boy, steve, we should tell you more often.”

“i’m gonna cum,” he groans, covering his face with his hands.

“already? i’ve hardly tasted you, stevie. you have to hold on for me, okay?”

“i will,” he promises. “shit, i will, just - please.”

“please?”

“please suck me off!”

you lick a stripe up the underside of his cock before taking him halfway into your mouth. the back of his head hits the wall with a thud and you rub his thigh sympathetically with one hand while the other jerks the rest of him off.

he tastes so good. incredible. your mouth waters while you bob your head up and down, tongue working in slow zig-zags. steve bites his knuckle, eyes trained on you. “unnnh, oh - shit… shit….”

you nod, looking up at him through your lashes. he’s a mess, squirming above you, little ah!s stuck in his throat.

“you can be louder than that, steve,” you say quickly. “come on, wanna hear you. be good for me.”

“oh,” he cries, hips bucking, sending him deeper into your throat. “oh, my god… oh my god, that fuckin’ mouth….”

you pinch his thigh. language. he bites his knuckle again but the cries continue, soft and breathy and desperate. you move further down, taking him most of the way, attempting to relax your throat to take him. he gasps, the fingers of his free hand digging into your scalp. “ohmygod holyfuck holyshit yes yes yes!”

you want to ask if anyone’s deep throated him before, but you’re having too much fun to pull off and ask. you gag slightly around him and drool pools out of your mouth. once steve sees that - feels that - he cries out, hissing through his teeth. “i gotta cum, please can i cum?”

“good boy,” you moan, voice thick while you jerk him off wetly. “ask me again.”

“please can i cum holy shit i gotta cum so bad please?”

you giggle. “go ahead. such a good boy.”

and he cums at that, spilling into your fist, hands back up in his own hair while his fingers tug at his strands. he groans gutturally, hips fucking into your hand as he rides it out. “honey, oh… yeah, love … love it… oh, jesus christ.”

you only stop your movements when he jerks and hisses again in oversensitivity. you can tell your little plan worked with how hooded his eyes are, how deep he breathes.

“you sleepy?”

“yeah,” his voice cracks. “yeah, i’m…. don’t leave, please.”

your brows furrow. “don’t leave?”

“will you stay?” he asks. “you help.”

you bite your lip, slowly getting up off your knees. “tell you what,” you say softly. “how about i keep your cock warm inside of me while you take a little nap? i’ll keep you safe.”

he blinks, eyes wide. “y-yeah. yeah that - that would be incredible.”

“i know,” you sigh, leaning up to kiss him gently on the ear. “good boy.”

#steve harrington smut #stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader

[kairismess]

just let him adore you. — atsumu miya x reader

🎧 song inspo: adore you by harry styles.

🏐 genre: fluffiness with a good brew of coffee ~

✒️ word count: 1,006

💭 summary: atsumu could never move on from the one who made his heart skip a beat at first glance, he held you in his heart, even after six years, for him to grab this very opportunity to tell you how he really feels.

🍥 author's note: time to spread the harry styles agenda (i'm so late to the party)

it was one sunny morning at the local cafe atsumu frequented, there was nothing out of the ordinary that day–just the same, average routine for the pro volleyball player, when he wasn't being noticed in public, that is. he was surprisingly very good at being lowkey, especially at the one place he found the most relaxation at.

on that day, that day when the light, feathery clouds let the sun's warm rays seem through it–he was greeted by the voice of someone who sounded familiar by the counter. he turned his head to see his old classmate from high school, smiling up at him, wearing that usually mundane, boring uniform of the cafe, that looked a thousand times prettier now that you were wearing it.

he's cheeks went flushed without him realizing it, and his honey colored pupils dilated as his lips parted, his mouth hung a little open. he tried to compose himself after you called out to him again, smiling still, and he shook his head, coughing a bit. "ah, yeah, um... can i get a, uh..." he stammered, unsure now of what his usual even was anymore because: one, you didn't usually take his order–and two, it was you who was going to take his order.

you, the exchange student that ended up in his class and brightened his uneventful days up with the small hint of your smile–you, who sat next to him in class and beat him to greeting you first–you, whose pretty strawberry lipstick always made your lips shine and appear glossier, and always had a sort of colorful way of looking at and doing things.

with you, atsumu always felt like he was in a rainbow state of paradise. but today, unfortunately, it felt like today he was stuck at one end of the rainbow spectrum at a time, since... you probably didn't recognize him–and, even if you did, he wasn't sure if you'd even remember him.

well, no harm in starting over again, he thought to himself as he finally got his order out to you and you went right to work at punching his order in and making it. atsumu really felt like his usual today would be a lot more flavorful than his ordinary 'usual', because today, the first person to ever make his heart beat a tiny bit more was going to make it.

"so... ya been 'ere long?" he asked you with a partially confident smile as he watched you brew his drink. you chuckled and responded that, no, you hadn't been working here for long–you'd barely been here for a month, actually. atsumu nodded as he watched you pour in the rest of the contents of his drink, mixing them up into a beautiful slurry of shades and lights. "for a rookie, y'sure are great at this whole coffee makin' thing." you smiled at his compliment. "and... you sure are nice, mister." you complimented him back, making him blush and smile wider.

atsumu snickered as he leaned over on the counter as he watched you cover his drink and began to write his order down. "alright, um, your name, sir?" "you first." he teases, grinning sneakily, making you laugh a little at how smooth he was. you pointed to your name tag and giggled. "right here." "i know, but... there's somethin' real pretty about ya and yer name, i wanna hear what it's like for ya to introduce yerself ta me, if it ain't too much ta ask for." he admitted, blushing a little as his eyes shone even more staring up at you with a wide smile on his blushing face.

you gave in and introduced yourself to him, and atsumu repeated your name, as if to take in the fact that, indeed, you were the one that made his heart patter all those six years ago–with the same way you carried yourself and said your name, how your eyes gleamed with a darling innocence and brightness to them, and how you always seemed to catch his heartstrings and squeeze his heart in all the right places to make him love you so, so much more the more you two talked and casually spent time together.

"alright, well... tsum." "tsum?" you asked him, feeling as though you've heard that name before, somewhere in a chapter of your past that you could kind of but not wholly remember. atsumu nodded. "spell it however ya want, i ain't that uptight 'bout it." he spoke, trusting you that you'd remember him well enough, even just barely, to spell his name the way you always did–because you gave him that nickname, 'tsum', and he grew to love it ever since, because... you gave him that name when you two became friends.

"this may be strange, tsum, but... i feel like i know you from somewhere." you confessed, feeling a bit awkward and shy. atsumu chuckled and thanked you for the drink, his long, calloused fingers brushing against your own when he received the drink. "well... so do i, actually." "really?" "i think... i've seen ya in m'dreams before." he teased, which was semi-true, he had occasionally dreamt of you here and there after graduation, wondering if you two would ever meet again.

it surprised him how calm he was, seeing the first person he ever truly loved right before him–and though he was always confused about what exactly he felt about you back then since he was so young and unsure... he knows how he really feels now, and he couldn't be any happier to feel it again and see you, be with you in the very cafe he loved visiting.

he doesn't mind how long it takes, he doesn't need you to love him, you don't have to say anything to fill the silence with him or say you're his when you two are starting out again–he'd gladly walk through fire for you, he'd do any and everything for you... just let him adore you. it's all he'll ever do, and all he's ever done.

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[qtboni]

I saw your requests were open and thought I'd send something in :]

What about a reader that has like really prominent canine teeth that are a bit longer that usual and pointy so they kinda look like fangs. I thought either Ghost or König would be perfect for that, because I think both of them would find it secretly really cool and extremely hot. Maybe there could be a hint of spiciness where reader bites them and they get like super feral for it?

Feel free to ignore this if it's not for you. Have a good day!!

HELLO BB !! omg what a hot req honestly ?! YES . [ fanart credits : vhenan_virabelasan on ig and ave661 on tumblr ]

╰﹒ 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐋' 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 !

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

C/W: MDNI. fluff + smut, f!reader, neck sucking w/ fangs, hickeys, makin' out, praise, dry humping, and simon teasing the heck outta you.

W/C: 3k bubs

As you looked in the mirror, you couldn't help but be drawn to your sharp and pointed teeth again. They were unlike anything you had ever seen before, almost as if they were... fangs.

You felt self-conscious about them at first, but as time went on, you began to embrace them. Because lucky for you, your partner, Simon, had no problem accepting them either.

In fact, he found them quite attractive. Your fangs may have been different, but he loved the way they made your smile stand out. In his eyes, they were a unique feature that set you apart from everyone else. And he couldn't resist the urge to tease you about them, making you blush every time <3

You were cuddling with Simon at your home, feeling the warmth of his hand against yours. His fingers were calloused from work, and the feeling was comforting and reassuring. He suddenly stopped from carresing the top of your hand with his thumb and pulled you closer to him.

"You know, I've been meaning to tell you something," He trails off as he grins at you. "But I don't know if you'll like it or not."

His words filled you with anticipation, and you leaned in to hear what he had to say.

"What is it, Si'?" You looked up at him, curiosity flickering in your eyes.

"Lovie," He leaned in closer to you, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I think your cute lil' fangs are quite sexy, aye?"

You felt your cheeks turn rosy at his words, unable to contain your embarrassment. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but blush at the compliment.

As you looked up at him, you saw the warmth in his eyes and felt your heart skipping a beat. "Really?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, really," Simon leaned even closer to you, his breath warm on your neck now. "Think they're really unique, lovie... intriguing actually."

You were left stunned, wide eyed, mouth slightly gaping. The sudden silence was almost deafening, and all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat.

Simon's eyes met yours, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. His fingers twined through yours, and you felt the warmth of his touch through your skin. You couldn't help but lean in towards him, feeling like you were falling into him and never wanting to come back up.

He leaned closer to you. The smell of his cologne was overpowering, but also comforting in a way. You felt his breath against your ear as he spoke.

"They make you even more beautiful than you already are." His words were like honey, and you felt as if your body were turning to jelly. You were so focused on him that you almost forgot where you were.

You couldn't help but let out a small giggle, feeling like a school girl around her crush. This man was dangerous, but you weren't sure if you wanted to escape his grasp.

"Thank you," you whispered, feeling like your words were falling short of what you wanted to say. "I've always been self-conscious about my teeth, but hearing you say that makes me feel like they're a good thing."

Simon's smile widened, and he leaned in even closer, almost touching his lips to yours. You suddenly felt your heart racing, and your mind was spinning. You could feel the blood rushing through your cheeks so you turned away, feeling your blush deepen.

"It's almost like I've got a cutie of a vampire with me everywhere I go, love," You hear Simon let out a laugh and his touch warming you up from the inside with his hands now placed on to your thighs.

"Vampire?" You turned to him quizzically.

Simon's laugh only made your face flush even more, and you couldn't help but give him a playful shove with a soft 'Hey' coming out of your lips.

His hands going up to your hips sent a shiver down your spine, and you had to fight the urge to pull away. The warmth of his touch was almost too much to handle, and you felt your heart skipping a beat once more.

"Yes, a vampire," he said with a playful smile. "The way that your fangs protrude from your lips, it's almost like you're a bloodsucker," he continued, his voice low and husky.

You had to admit that the notion of being a vampire was a bit unsettling, but the way he talked about it made you almost want to believe it. You couldn't help but give him another playful push, trying to fight the excitement that was building up inside of you.

"I'll have you know that I'm far too sweet to be a vampire," you replied with a smile. "But if you keep calling me one, maybe I'll bite," you added, trying to sound menacing but coming off sounding almost seductive.

Simon let out another laugh, it was deep and playful, and something about the sound made smile even wider. You feel his grip on your hips tightened, and you felt the heat from his fingers press into your flesh. The warmth was almost too much to handle, and you felt a sudden urge to move closer to him.

"Oh, is that a promise?" Simon's voice was low and husky, almost as if he too was feeling the same pull that you were. His smile was playful, but there was something dangerous in his eyes, as if he was trying to tease you.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of something happening between the two of you. You felt your hands instinctively move closer to his body, placing them on his shoulder as you leaned in closer to him.

"That is a definite promise," you said, your voice almost a whisper.

The tension between the two of you was almost unbearable, and you felt as if the very air around you was charged with electricity. Your heart was racing, and every one of your senses was tuned into him, almost as if you were in a trance.

"Prove it then, lil' vamp'," Simon said, his voice almost a whisper, yet somehow still a command.

Without another thought, your body moved towards him, and your lips met his. They were soft and supple, and the feeling of his lips against yours was almost overwhelming.

"Naughty girl..." he mutters under his breathe. You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as the kiss deepened, and your hands found their way to his hair. You gasped lightly when his grip tightens on your waist. You feel him smiling in the kiss as his tongue licked your bottom lips.

For the longest time, it felt as though you two were the only ones in the world. There was nothing else that mattered, and all of your worries and troubles seemed to melt away. The kiss was almost electric, and you felt like you were on top of the world.

The kiss ended all too soon, and you both pulled away to catch your breath. Simon's eyes were locked onto yours, and the only sound that could be heard was your ragged breath.

"I think I've proven that I can pull it off," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I think you have," Simon replied, a small grin playing on his lips. "I'm impressed."

He pulled his embrace away from yours, but his hands remained on your waist. "But..." he trailed off and you could feel his grip tighten slightly there. You felt your breathe hitch.

You leaned in closer, intrigued and eager to hear what he had to say. "But what?"

"Think I can recall that vampires have some favorite parts," he said with a sly smile. He leaned in closer, his voice now a whisper that was barely audible. "Don't they, lovie?"

The air around you seemed to vibrate, as if you had just discovered a secret about his powers. You felt your heart race in anticipation as you waited for him to reveal more.

Simon looked at you with a knowing smile, and you could feel your heart pounding with anticipation.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite part," he said, his fingertips grazing your neck as he spoke, making you gasp, a silent moan seeping out of your lips.

His voice was low and husky, almost a whisper, and every word felt like a caress on your skin. You felt your mind becoming fogged, almost as if you were in a daze. You couldn't help but lean in closer to him, craving the warmth of his touch.

"This?" you whisper at him as you carressed his neck, feeling him letting out a groan of appreciation. You felt your body become flushed, your breath coming short, and you knew that you were in trouble.

"Yes, love," His hands moved to your shoulders, and for a moment, you thought that he was going to kiss you again. Instead, he moved down to your collarbone and began to trace his fingertips along it.

You felt a rush of excitement ripple through your body, and your heart began to race even faster. You couldn't help but let out a small moan, almost as if you'd been waiting for this moment for an eternity.

As you met his half-lidded eyes, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him even more. He seemed to have a power over you, a primal energy that made you want to surrender to him completely. "Tell me," he said, his voice almost a command.

You felt your heart pounding in your chest, and every nerve in your body was alert and alive. You wanted nothing more than to please him, to give him what he wanted.

You felt a blush creep up your neck, and you felt like your voice was shaking. "I would say the neck," you said, your voice almost a whisper.

Simon chuckled, and the sound sent a delicious electric down your spine. "You're right," he said. "The neck is the best place to taste."

He feels you writhing from his touch, desperate little mewls coming out of your pretty lips, and he swore he's losing his composure. His nerves were on fire.

"Please," you said, your voice sounding so desperate as you clawed at his shoulders.

"C'mon," he purred, his voice low and husky. You watch as he bears his neck to you, silently giving you permission to feast on it. "Don't go shy on me now."

He wants you to bite him, to kiss and suck on his flesh. Your eyes were drawn to his neck, and you couldn't help but feel a powerful pull towards him. You wanted nothing more than to sink your teeth into his flesh and taste him.

He leaned in closer, and you could feel his hot breath on your neck. The tension between you was almost so hot that it makes you sweat, and you felt as if you were about to explode.

"Do it, baby," he said breathlessly, his voice a command. Your teeth ached to sink into his skin, and you couldn't stop yourself. You leaned in and sank your teeth into the soft flesh of his neck.

"Good fuckin' girl," he lets out a low moan and gods, were you feeling yourself losing control by his praise. The taste of his flesh on your mouth was sweet and powerful, and it seemed to heighten every sense in your body. You couldn't stop yourself from wanting more, from needing him.

You suck down harder, making him let out a loud grunt, tighten his hold on you, and it almost as if you're trying to consume him completely. Simon loved every bit of it.

The sensation was almost too much to handle, and you felt your head spinning. You wanted nothing more than to lose yourself in this moment, and you couldn't bear the thought of it ending.

He seemed to read your thoughts as he pulled you closer to him and pulling you on top of his lap. You felt his hands moving over your body, and you leaned into him even closer, hardened nipples brushing over his clothed chest.

Simon lets out a moan when he feels you sucking on his neck deep and messy. He then shuddered when his cock strains against his jeans. He closes his eyes in pleasure as your sucking noises and soft mewls overtook his senses.

Pulling away from his neck, you saw how the hickey you painted on him was quite light. Perhaps, it was too light for your liking. You continued on with your teasing as you graze your lips on the skin below his ear.

"Love..." you hear him let out a whimper and it made your eyes roll back in pleasure as his hands found themselves inside your shirt, now kneading the exposed skin on your waist.

Your teeth nibble at the sensitive skin of his and you feel his hips rutting into yours when your teeth sucked at the sensitive part behind his ear. You tugged and sucked deeply into the skin. Simon was below you, taking it all and feeling the ends of your fangs on his neck made him groan.

You take a quick swipe of your tongue over his skin, and you can feel the blood pounding just below the surface. You lean in closer, and this time your teeth sink into his flesh. He lets out a small groan, and your instincts take over.

You start to pull at the flesh, greedily taking as much of him as you can. You can hear his breathing quicken, and you can feel his heart racing in his chest.

You feel his hand traveling down and you whined when he guided your hips down to grind on his thighs. You breathed into his neck heavily, "Si.." You then licked the now deep, angry purple hickey you made and kissed it softly.

Simon's breath hitched at your voice, and he tightened his hold around you. He looked up at you with a mixture of longing and desire in his eyes. "What is it, lovie?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

You felt a rush of excitement and nervousness course through your body. You wanted him so badly. "Simon," you whispered, feeling the need to say his name out loud. "Please.."

He smiled at you, and the warmth in his eyes made you feel as if you were melting. His lips moved to where your ear was, and he whispered, "Please what?"

You felt a shiver run down your back, and you couldn't help but feel as if you were in a dream. The sensation of his lips on your skin was almost too much to handle, and you felt a deep hunger awaken in your core.

"Take me," you whispered, voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours. "Take you?" he repeated, his voice low and husky, almost a caress.

You nodded your head slightly, feeling as if you were drowning in pure pleasure. You hid your burning face away from his view but he caught on quickly as his hand shoot out to grip your chin, making you look at him.

"Like what? Hm?" he teases you as he tugs on your shorts. You let out a whimper, writhing under his hold.

He lets out a breathy chuckle.

Simon leans in just a little closer, until his face is only inches from yours. You can feel the heat of his breath on your face, and you can smell his scent. It's intoxicating, and you find yourself becoming more and more attracted to him with each passing second.

He reaches out and runs his fingers through your hair, and you can feel your body react to his touch. He caressed your cheek, his palm resting against your skin ever so gently.

Slowly, Simon leaned down to kiss the corner of your mouth, his lips lingering softly on yours. "I do want to take you," His voice was soft, but full of raw desire as he hovered over you.

You tried to hold back, but your body was betraying you, your hands moving down to his shirt, your fingers caressing his chest. He gave a low groan, the sound of his voice filling you with pleasure, and sending waves of desire throughout your body.

"Please..." You whispered.

"Oh, but you have to earn that, don't you think, baby?" Simon whispered seductively. His voice left you breathless with desire, your body shaking with anticipation.

You nodded slowly, your eyes fixed on his, filled with desire. He rose from his position close to you, his eyes blazing with lust and passion.

He leaned in, his lips just barely touching yours, his breath filling you with a sense of excitement, your body shaking with anticipation. He pulled back, looking into your eyes, his voice low and husky, his words filled with passion.

"Then earn it," He repeated passionately. His hands moved to your hips, his thumbs lightly caressing your skin, leaving you almost begging for more.

"I know you want it, love. Don't you?"

originally thought of writing for the both of em but i overlooked my skills and time ( i wrote this when i should be sleeping 😭 ) i may have overboard quite a lot with this so i hope you enjoyed !!

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[thebattleofstarcourt]

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“c’mon, eddie you gotta take this seriously,” you said, running your fingers through his bedraggled curls.

“babe,” he protested, flashing a smirk, “i’ve done this before, i’m kind of an expert.”

“not something to be proud of,” you mumbled under your breath, moving your hands to shrug off his denim vest.

“hey, you love dating a high schooler.” he said. “makes you feel young.”

“we’re the same age.” you deadpanned, “and this is your third senior year.”

“third times a charm, baby!” he said. “and ‘m taking it seriously this year. gonna graduate and move out of this town for good. then i’ll buy you a house and a big ass ring, too.”

you snorted. “don’t get ahead of yourself, eds.” you licked the pad of your pointer finger and began smoothing it over the flyaways sticking out through his hair. “you gotta pass history before you go fantasizing about the future.”

“not fantasizing.” he corrected. “i know what’s gonna happen: i’m gonna get the fuck out of hawkins, corroded coffin is gonna get big, and i’m gonna marry you.”

“you’re sweet.” you smiled bringing your finger down to smudge off the dried toothpaste on the side of his lip. “but you’re only allowed to propose once you’ve got a diploma, okay?”

“yeah, yeah.” he waved his hand. “‘s long as you know it’s happening.”

“i’ll be waiting.” you straightened the collar on his jacket before giving him a small peck on his cheek.

“you done dollin’ me up, doll?” he asked, walking over to his bathroom to look in the mirror.

you crept up behind him as he examined his slightly more tamed appearance. still rowdy enough to be himself, but neat enough for his portrait to be hung on the fridge.

“gonna be the best one yet.” you said, wrapping your arms around his torso. “your hair looks so good.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.” you affirmed. “sexiest it’s ever been.”  

“well then,” he said, his cheeks carelessly blushing from your compliment. “guess it’s picture time.” he grabbed his keys as you handed him his lunchbox from the counter and made his way out the door.

“i can’t wait to get your senior portraits back.” you said, following him out of the trailer. “i’m gonna put a little you in my wallet and show you off to all my coworkers.”

he laughed and turned towards you, pulling you in for a deep kiss. “you’re makin’ it hard to leave again, baby.”

“not my problem.” you giggled and pushed his chest back, forcing him to stumble away from you. “don’t forget to smile big for me, ‘kay?”

“course, baby.” he said, climbing into his van and starting the engine, watching you wave him goodbye from the stairs in front of his front door.

“all for you.” he whispered.

#wc:466 #not even a little bit proofread i simply typed and now i'm posting #the last eddie munson fluff before vol 2 potentially destroys me #enjoy while it lasts #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson drabble #stranger things 4 #stranger things #eddie the freak munson #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn drabble

[finniestoncrane]

Harley Quinn asking out a shy female reader? I just think it would be cute someone as energetic and chaotic as her dating someone that can barely socialize without dying (not me projecting wishing I had a gf like her)

Stick With Me

Arkham!Harley x Female!Reader, word count: 750 i'm literally so pleased to be writing for HER you have no idea, my baby, my dream girl, my puddin' 💕 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: flirting, anxiety portrayal

It had been a mistake before you’d even done anything. From the moment you agreed to go out with your friends to a bar on one of the rowdiest nights of the year, short of Halloween and ‘supervillains drink free’ night. But you were making a conscious effort to do things that were out of your comfort zone. New year, new you, you thought to yourself, as you nursed the beginnings of a panic attack in the corner of the hallway that led to the bathrooms. From there, the music only vaguely vibrated through the floor and your chest, and hiding at the end of the corridor, by the janitorial corridor, meant most of the patrons didn’t even look your way before heading into the restrooms which were positioned much further up.

You faced the ground, controlled breathing.

Five things you could see. From there, the floor, your shows, something that looked like a bullet chip in the hardwood, some miscellaneous stains, and the disgustingly damp looking runner carpet.

Four things you could touch. Either side of you, the walls were sticky, like they had just been painted, but they hadn’t. You were hyper aware of your toes in your socks, the feeling of the sweat on your upper lip as you rubbed your finger over it.

Three things you could hear. The tinny thumping of the music beyond the doors. The sound of a hand dryer. A sweet, soft giggle.

Two things you could smell. The faintest hint of urine. And above it, a sweet-smelling perfume.

One thing you could taste. Bile, rising in your throat.

“Hey, cutie, you ok over here?”

The source of the sugary smell and no doubt the sweet giggle, you looked up into the kind eyes of the stranger who was placing her hand on your shoulder.

“Who’s done this to ya? I’m just lookin’ for an excuse tonight!”

Her fingers pressed tight into you, reassurance that felt so welcomed but so nerve-wracking.

“Uh… you really ok, or what? You’re makin’ me kinda nervous, toots!”

When you managed to make eye contact, you were unable to pull away again. She was captivating, adorable, her smile as sweet as the perfume she was wearing. Usually, you were unable to talk because of nerves, your crippling shyness, now you were just in awe that someone like her had even bothered to give you the time of day. And had she called you… cutie?

“Ok, now I’m real worried, kid! Do I gotta go cause a scene or not?”

“Sorry, I-”

“Oh! There ya go! You can talk! Now, what’s the matter with ya?”

“I’m… not used to this. It’s loud, there’s so many people. I came here with my friends but they’ve all paired off with other people and… it’s not…”

“You can’t dance or somethin’?”

“I’m just shy.”

You looked down at the floor, feeling so small. Like a child, trying to explain to an adult something that just seemed incomprehensible to them.

“Lookin’ like you do? Ha!”

Your face felt hot in an instant, and you were obviously blushing from the way she giggled at you.

“I’m Harley, by the way.”

You took her outstretched hand, introducing yourself and sitting in stunned silence at the compliments she poured over your name before a slight smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

“Listen, you gotta go back in there at some point. Why don’t ya come with me?”

“Oh I don’t want to… bother you…”

“Yeah, I don’t think you will be! ‘Sides, you stick with me, you won’t have any reasons for worryin’ no more!”

The way she spoke was lilting, loud and harsh, yes, but somehow still intoxicatingly sweet and reassuring. As you stood in silence, unsure of what to say to her in response, desperate to say yes, desperate to take the hand of a beautiful stranger and make a real step towards being braver, you still couldn’t muster the words. All that came out was a stammer as you nodded your head, a quick apology escaping your lips as you let your head drop, embarrassed by yourself.

She lifted your chin up with her finger, looking into your eyes and winking.

“Hey, don’t worry about it! I came out here alone lookin’ for trouble but I don’t mind all that much if I end up with a little sensible comin’ home with me.”

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[munsuneddie]

eddie’s an outright gentlemen, we all know it. which is why he uses the bandana in his back pocket to softly stuff your mouth, quieting the noises you’re making while he fucks you. his thrusts are slow and deep, wanting to make sure he keeps up the agonizing pace for your pleasure, no matter how hard he wants to slam into you. “gotta keep quiet, baby. whole neighborhood can hear you” he’d mumble, leaning down to tuck a sweaty piece of hair behind your ear that clung to your cheek. you would bite down on his bandana to muffle the scream that tried to escape your throat when eddie hits just the right spot, tucked away inside you. “shh, s’okay baby, cum for me” he’d coo, spreading wet kisses along your cheek until he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip while he fucked you open. a muffled eddie! would tear through your throat as you cum around him, release dripping down your thighs and walls clenching his dick so good baby, that’s it, he follows close behind with his own orgasm. he’d stay inside you as he coats your walls white, stilling his stuttered hips to fill you up to the brim. “always too good for me, my sweet girl” pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he pulls out, also removing his soaked bandana from your mouth “didn’t think i’d last when i saw this in between your pretty lips” he’d chuckle, tossing the fabric to the floor to wash later. “it was s’hot, eddie. you’re so fucking hot” your fucked out words would ring through his ears like a symphony, a small feeling of triumph blooming in his stomach as well as something like electricity. “oh stop. makin me blush” he would playfully flick his wrist at you as if to mock the thing you used to do whenever he’d first given you compliments. reaching out for his hands, you’d pull his body to yours until he’d give in and collapsed his weight onto you, his face burrowing into your neck to press a delicate kiss to your skin.

so um, yea. eddie munson’s a real gentleman

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[kindheart525]

One of Prophecy’s favorite things about her job was all the stories she got to hear from customers. While she had her fair share of hecklers and ponies who came in demanding a vision like she was a soulless vending machine, there were others who took the time to sit down with her and tell her about themselves. 

They shared their hopes and dreams, their greatest fears, all in hopes of a good fortune in their time of need. These were the respectful and gracious ones, the ones who treated her like a real pony they could trust.

Like the stallion in her shop right now.

“‘Scuse me, is this the fortune tellin’ place?”

He peeked in the door in a manner that was not shy but modest and cheerful.

“Yes, welcome to Opal’s Oracle Emporium!”

Prophecy greeted him as she did any customer, and he returned the gesture with a wide grin.

“Well golly gee, looks like I’m in the right place then!”

The stallion came in completely, looking around the shop and all its trinkets with his mouth open to comment. Then he stopped.

“Darn it, where are mah manners?”

He stepped back to wipe his hooves on the doormat, then approached the owner with a front leg outstretched.

“How do ya do? Mah name’s Rainier, I reckon you must be the owner of this place! Opal, ain’t it?”

“Madame Opal is fine with me. It’s nice to meet you, Rainier.”

Prophecy shook his hoof with a smile. Right away she knew she liked this customer, he seemed not only good-natured but courteous of her time and space. She wished more ponies were like this.

“Madame Opal, ‘scuse me! I like what you’ve done with the place, it’s real pretty! You decorate it yerself?”

“I did, thank you!”

Prophecy was deeply grateful for this compliment, but she didn’t let it distract her from her business as she gestured towards the seat across from her desk.

“Sit down if you’d like. How can I help you?”

Rainier sat right down, his cheery demeanor still present but more subdued, almost nervous.

“Well, I ain’t from around these parts. I’m not in the big city a whole lot and I certainly ain’t been in a shop like this before. Mah home’s way out in the country, on an apple farm. So I don’t really know how this goes. But I’m dyin’ for some answers.”

He held his hooves to his chest, a bashful blush spreading across his face.

“Y’see Madame, I’ve been with mah special somepony fer a few years now. I’ve loved her since the moment we met but I know she likes to take it slow, so I made sure not to rush into things. We’ve been takin’ our time, gettin’ to know each other, savin’ our bits for a life together. But somethin’ in me is tellin’ me it’s time, it’s finally time…that I ask Red Cedar to marry me.”

Then he turned to Prophecy, almost pleadingly.

“I got a real strong hunch, but I wanna be sure. Honest to Gaia. I don’t wanna take things too fast or too slow, I don’t wanna make a move either of us could regret. Which is why I moseyed on down here. Can ya give me a sign?”

“Well, tell me about this Red Cedar. Tell me about your relationship, what you like about her. Then we shall see.”

Prophecy inquired, sensing that the stallion already knew what he wanted to do. He just needed a little push.

“She’s just the loveliest mare to ever grace Gaia’s green earth!”

Rainier proclaimed.

“I just don’t know how ta put it inta words. She’s got the biggest heart of anypony I know. Always lookin’ out for others. Last month I had a real bad cold and she stuck by mah side the entire time, takin’ care o’ me and makin’ sure I got well, even though she got tha same cold a week later. I told ‘er not to worry, I wanted to keep ‘er healthy, but she did it anyway.”

He lovingly chuckled to himself.

“‘Course I returned the favor of carin’ for her, without even thinkin’ of it. I always do for everything she does for me, she deserves all o’ that and so much more. I really hope what I can do is even close to enough.��

“It sounds like you both do a wonderful job of looking out for each other.”

Prophecy reassured him.

“Well, I sure try. But lookin’ out for ponies is just in Cedar’s nature, it ain’t just me she cares for. She’s real good with foals too. Always has been. You should see the way she cares for her lil sis, even as Vi’s gotten bigger and don’t need ta be taken care of as much. Cedar does it anyway, for everypony she loves. Always has snacks and bandages in her saddlebags, and a word of advice whenever she thinks somepony’s ‘bout to get themselves into a pickle. And I’ll tell ya a little something…”

Rainier leaned in like he was telling a secret, although what he was about to tell wasn’t much of a secret.

“Cedar’s always wanted ta be a momma. An’ to be completely honest, I think she already is one. Jus’ without the foals. We’ve already agreed that if we get married we’ll have a big family, an’ I wanna help her achieve that dream. I’d sure love to be her foals’ Pa.”

“I have no doubt you’d be wonderful parents. And I have no doubt that Cedar is a wonderful friend…and a wonderful pony.”

It almost makes me wish I knew her.

Prophecy thought, but decided to keep the focus on him.

“She sure is!”

Rainier nodded along eagerly, but then his expression was tinged with a bit of sadness.

“I just wish she knew that.”

Prophecy didn’t even have to prompt him for him to explain.

“This is jus’ between us, so don’t you go tellin’ anypony—“

“I won’t.”

“—but I’m not real sure Cedar knows her worth the way I do. Sure, she makes mistakes sometimes, like anypony does, but she acts like she’s wronged Gaia herself whenever she does. Now, I’m a Gaia-lovin’ stallion mahself, but that’s just not how I like to live life—anyway…”

He stopped himself from veering into a deeply personal tangent, out of respect for Cedar and the comfort of the mare he was talking to, who might not have been of the same faith as him.

“She’s an amazin’ singer an’ songwriter. In fact, when I first met her, she was in a band! She swears up an’ down she’s average at best, but I swear it’s like a choir of angels whenever I catch her singin’ to herself while doin’ chores.“

Rainier got all gushy again as he continued on.

“An’ golly, you should hear her laugh. It’s the most adorable thing I ever did hear. She always looks away whenever she does, like she don’t want anypony ta see her face, but I wish she didn’t feel like she had ta hide when she’s at her happiest. I just…there practically ain’t a single thing I don’t love about Cedar. An’ I wanna spend the rest o’ my life lettin’ her know that.”

At this point, he was no longer just speaking to Prophecy but declaring the full extent of his love to the universe. As she listened, Pro almost found herself envying Cedar, but not in a negative way. It wasn’t Rainier she wanted, but the same love and devotion he so clearly had for his beloved, from some other mare or stallion she would cross paths with one day. 

Maybe she would meet them in this very shop, or run into them while grocery shopping, or maybe they had already crossed paths before. But Rainier’s speech gave Prophecy hope that she, too, could find somepony who loved her just as much.

She had to snap back to reality to see that Rainier was looking right at her, asking the ultimate question he had come to ask.

“So do ya think I should do it? Do ya think it’s time I ask her to marry me?”

Unlike most scenarios, Prophecy didn’t have to do a single magical thing to know the answer.

“Yes.”

Rainier almost squealed with glee, but he stifled himself.

“Oh gosh, are ya sure? Are ya sure she’d say yes?”

“If she doesn’t, maybe she just needs a little more time. I doubt it though, I’m sure she knows how lucky she is to have you. So yes, I am sure.”

Prophecy reached under her desk, but instead of pulling out her box of artifacts to play with, she plucked a bright red apple right out of her own lunch bag. Then she placed it in Rainier’s hooves, clasping them around it firmly.

“If she says yes, plant some seeds on the land you call home. Watch them grow along with the family you create together. I have no doubt you’ll take care of them, that you’ll take care of her.”

Rainier was absolutely beaming, now without a hint of uncertainty.

“I will. I sure will, with everything I got. Thank ya kindly, Madame Opal.”

He started to get up, then stopped in realization.

“Oh, darn me, I shoulda paid! Would ya still accept it late?”

After such a pleasant visit, after hearing him pour out his heart, Prophecy couldn’t bring herself to take anything from Rainier. So she did something that she normally didn’t do.

“No need, this was on the house. Go spend those bits on her ring.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile: Spilled Salt Previous: Iconoclast Next: Blue Cat Crossing

#KindsArt #auraverse #red string #prophecy #rainier #story piece #next generation #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp g4

[getosubaru]

It’s such a long walk when you got somewhere to be; I just thought maybe you were gonna walk with me (chapter eleven)

story summary: MC decides all of the student council is going to therapy and hell hath no fury like a prepared human. They’ve got highlighters and they’re not afraid to use them.

chapter summary: plans

pairing: Lucifer/gn!reader

rating: m

chapter wc: 1.3k

warnings: angst & trauma; small text only for description; gn!reader; possible spoilers; not proofread; author rifled in canon’s pockets for loose plot

a/n: surprise, i’m alive

title taken from “therapy” by dresage & g smith

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Only Mammon and Lucifer accompany you home.

Despite their lackadaisical attitudes, all of the brothers take Council duties seriously. Even openly anti-royal Belphie follows his twin towards downtown, drawing up a game plan about what businesses to hit up. It’s Levi’s mutterings about training regimens that worries you. 

“Is it really going to come to violence?” you ask Lucifer when the third-born departs. 

“No.” He shakes his head firmly. “None of us think it will, not even Diavolo. This is just Barbatos being…overcautious.” 

Mammon throws an arm around your shoulders, one leathery wing following to hold you closer to him. “He’s always been like this–makin’ sure we’re prepared just in case.” 

Lucifer secures the house with a wave of his hand over the front door. The dark blue pulse that shivers up the walls distracts you long enough for Mammon to toss you unceremoniously over his shoulder. His sharp bones dig into your hip with every step of the stairs. 

“Hey!” You squirm in his hold, only to get flicked in the ear by a wing. 

“Effective, though a bit rude not to ask first,” comments Lucifer blithely. 

You’re deposited in a comfortable armchair before Lucifer’s desk. Mammon drags a second chair over, hooking his ankle with yours when he sits. The pride demon in front of you discards his coat, tie, and gloves. With the first two buttons of his shirt undone and the sleeves carefully rolled back, he might as well be stark naked. 

He raises his eyebrow at your sound of surprise. “The only people capable of getting in the house, much less this room, are family and the royals.” He flicks his wrist, three pristine glasses appearing in front of each of you, while a bottle of Demonus slips off the shelf to pour itself. 

“Breakin’ out the good stuff,” purrs Mammon. “Remind me to send those Celestial bastards a thank you card.” 

Lucifer snorts. “Trust you to know when I’ve reached for ‘the good stuff’, Mammon.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” 

Before Mammon can work himself into a tizzy, Lucifer raises a hand. “It was a compliment, I assure you. Aside from Barbatos, you have the best nose for Demonus that I know of.” 

“Oh.” Mammon blinks. The motion exaggerates how much of his face is taken up by his eyes, especially when a blush darkens his cheeks. “That why you always drag me shopping with you?” 

Lucifer inclines his head. 

They draw up babysitting schedules while you sip your drink and watch. Both of them are awkward, the conversation stilted and on the verge of turning into an argument. Having a goal probably helps, of course. But it’s more than they would have been capable of a few months ago. The point both of them can agree on is not allowing you outside for any reason. 

“Don’t be absurd,” chastises Lucifer. “It’s a week in a massive manor surrounded by beings that adore you, not solitary confinement in Newgate.” 

“Newgate was torn down like over a century ago, brother. Try to keep up with the times.”

You ignore Mammon’s laughter in favor of glaring at Lucifer. “I can admit wandering around town is a bad idea, but you’re keeping me from attending classes and visiting the castle. RAD is safe. The castle, where Diavolo sleeps, might I remind you, is safe.” 

“You are not Diavolo,” says Lucifer, as if you might be confused about your identity.

“And what about Rissa?” It’s a low blow, but desperate times and all that. “I’m supposed to keep seeing her. All of us are supposed to keep seeing her.” 

Lucifer frowns, contemplating the remaining liquor in his glass. “We will just have to resume our schedules after all of this has finished.” 

“No.” Mammon’s voice is clear and sterner than you’ve ever heard it. “She’ll have to come here. With all of this shit…” He shakes his head before fixing his stare on his brother. “We’re gonna need her around more than ever.”

A shaky compromise is established, though it is contingent on Rissa and the royals agreeing. The therapist will take up residence in one of the empty guest rooms of the house, with another being used as her temporary office. Lucifer is against modifying the wards to accept her coming and going as she pleases, and constantly drawing them down and back up again is taxing on the matrix.

Or something like that. Satan joins you three eventually and Lucifer draws him into a discussion on the intricacies of warding. You only understand about every other word and half the time it sounds like they aren’t even speaking an existing language. 

You’re saved by a cloud of perfume and a soft hand on your shoulder. “Come with me, sweetheart. They’ll be like this for hours.” 

Asmodeus draws you out of the study and into his room, draping you in a soft afghan and bundling you into bed. With the main lights down and just the flickering fairy lights lit, it’s like being in a private garden. 

Asmo lays next to you and looks up at the canopy of his bed. Full face of makeup, still in his outside clothes. The Avatar of Lust is troubled, something a creature made for beauty and pleasure should never be. 

“Asmo?” You peer over at him in the near dark. “What did Barbatos mean?” 

He doesn’t pretend not to know what you mean and you’re thankful not to have to explain it. The butler’s words had nearly been missed by you in the chaos of the meeting, but now they echo around your head. 

Perhaps he wants to meet the person who did what he couldn’t.

Of all the brothers, Asmo is probably the least likely to lie to save your feelings. Mammon and Levi would change the subject. Satan would give you a perfectly political answer that says absolutely nothing. Beel would pretend not to know. Belphie would just go back to sleep. And it’s not like you can just ask Lucifer, not with how high his emotions must be running. 

Asmo closes his eyes and intertwines his fingers with yours under your blanket. “Michael was…is somewhat obsessed with Lucifer. I can’t speak to the whole of their relationship, but what I saw was intense. Lucifer had other duties, not just dealing with his little flock of siblings, so he could never give Michael his whole attention.” He turns over, fixing his sunset eyes on your face with a small smile. “And then there’s you, with Lucifer wrapped around your finger.”

“I don’t think that’s how it is.” Your brows pinch together. Lucifer still works too hard, still has his temper, and still has shit he needs to work through. If anything, you often feel like the one around his finger, bending to follow his shifting tides. 

“You’ve gotten more out of him than anyone, honey,” Asmo points out. “Except for maybe Diavolo, but that’s different.”

All of this for a jilted lover? It leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Trite. How many lives and livelihoods hang in the balance while a pissy ex gets curious over the new face? 

Some of your irritation must show on your face, because Asmo giggles, the sound a muted melody in the dim room. “That’s the Celestial Realm for you.” He shrugs. “Not sure why they frown on us for being ruled by our darker emotions when they’re the ones who can’t actually handle them.”

Jealousy you can work with, though. It’s a human-enough concept. An old flame finding about the new lover. It’s not like Michael can just stalk your social media to sate his curiosity. A plan begins to form in the back of your head; and just the demon you need for it is right beside you. 

“Asmo, let’s go take your makeup off,” you say slowly, sitting up and discarding your blanket. “I’ve got an idea you’ll want to hear.”

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[phobia-sweets]

Well, now about something…

I'll say this - you don't give the impression of a "cold and quiet finnish person" at all. In fact, you seem to me to be an open, pleasant and warm person, at least judging by your manner of communication in this blog, and for some reason I want to call you cute. Such a person disposes to simply approach… and talk about something. Even on the Internet. But people in general do not always correspond to what is expected of them according to stereotypes about the country of residence.

And yes, your content and how quickly you create it helps me maintain a relatively good mood… I'm not in the easiest and most stable life situation I'm in right now.

In general, it seems that I should also start a blog… Both for drawing and for everything else.

Awe, You're makin' me blush :') i'm happy to hear y'all find me pleasant ^^ i'm glad my blog brings you a good mood - that's one of the highest compliments i've gotten. I truly hope your situation gets better, and i'm glad i've been able to help with it somehow with my content and blog. ♡

And i say you start that blog - For me creating a blog made me more confident in my writing and artwork - i hope it helps you in some way too. Don't forget to tell me the blog's name too, so i can check it out then!

On that note, thank you and good night.

#answer #im all warm and fuzzy now

[mournus]

it was easier said than done. honey had a habit of taking everything to heart, but taehyun was right. they were most likely intimidated. honey decides that flattery would be a more appropriate feeling in response.

eyes glued to the options of ice cream in the display case, honey rocks on their heels. "great! i love my classes. all of em are real fun. but ya know, ballet's kinda tough. 'm not used tah twirlin' around in tights nd skirts on my tiptoes all the time. my instructor says i been doing good, though. i guess 'm workin' backward, ya know, since burlesque is all ballet and jazz and all that, jus' makin' it sexy and-- wha's the word... theatrical--!" she doesn't realize she's rambling. it's something he usually does when he's talking about something that's exciting. he looks to taehyun with a smile.

"how's ya day been? this shirt looks nice on yous," she can't help but comment as he smoothes out some nonexistent wrinkles on his chest.

Too busy listening to Honey and watching them, there's no chance for him to look at the flavours himself. Oh well. He'll probably get something basic anyway.

"Ah... I see. It sounds very hard. Does it... hurt? To be on your tiptoes?" Can it hurt? An android? "Would you like to go see a ballet performance? Maybe watching professionals will help you. Have you seen one in person before?"

Oh. He looks down at Honey's hands. The compliment made him blush, and the touch made it worse. He heard Alena's voice. i find myself fixing taemin's clothing and hair frequently, even if he looks presentable... i think i am simply finding excuses to touch him.

His heart seizes up.

"Ah - th-thank you." He rubbed his cheek, jaw, back of his neck... Phew. It's hot in this ice-cream parlor. "Honestly, I had barely started my day when you messaged me. I had eaten and meditated only. I was up quite late last night working... Maybe until about 5 in the morning. I'm sure late nights aren't so foreign for you, either."

#answered #meet taehyun #taehyun x honey #unaverales

[theysayitscrazy]

Ok ok I got a new idea for you:

Brock taking Cerb or Pepper to a park and the dog running to the reader to get attention and that's how Brock and reader meet.

Dog Days of Summer

Brock Reynolds x Reader

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You laugh as your golden retriever jumps from the car and beelines for the gate of the dog park. You just started stopping here on your way home from work, but it had quickly become Roxy’s favorite place after her doggy day care.

Now on Friday nights, it became your tradition. Pick Roxy up from doggy daycare, then head to the dog park. Afterwards, you hit your favorite take out restaurant that usually had something special for Roxy too.

Somehow this became your life, but you were new in town and didn’t know anyone.

So, you close the car door behind your pup and head over to the gate to let her in. Thankful that that park is empty as usual, and you can sit on bench and read a book while tossing a tennis ball to Rox.

You’ve settled on ‘your bench’ as you’ve dubbed it and toss the ball across the fenced in area and settle into your book. You’ve settled into a routine and don’t even realize when another dog brings you the tennis ball and drops it in your lap.

You just pick it up and toss it.

After the third time this happens, the dog doesn’t let go of the ball, instead it set its big old head down in your lap and nudges the book out of the way. “Oh hello,” you laugh and pet the dark haired Malinois that’s chomping on the tennis ball in your lap.

“Cerberus, no!” A dark-haired man yells from across the way. He had his phone against his ear, but quickly hangs up and walks over.

“I’m so sorry,” the man says as he gets closer. “Cerberus, come on buddy,” he tries to pull the dog away from you.

You laugh as Cerberus climbs up on the bench and tries to get in your lap.

“No!” the man shouts and pulls the large animal off you. “Come on buddy, we talked about this,” he murmurs when the dog is back on the ground at your feet.

“This a common occurrence?” you question, raising an eyebrow at man crouched before you.

He looks up startled and his hazel eyes are wide and beautiful. You have to hide your smirk. He looks so innocent. Black hair curls up under a black ball cap, a black scruffy beard, and tall lanky build, but you can see the lean muscles in his vein lined arms. He’s pretty fricken gorgeous, you think to yourself.

“No, no,” he shakes his head. “My brother Sonny, he borrows Cerb sometimes to pick up chicks. Now I’m trying to break the habit,” he quickly explains, petting Cerberus.

You laugh and nod good naturedly. “Sounds like quite the character.”

He laughs and nods. “Sorry, I’m Brock,” he holds out a hand.

You shake it immediately and smile, “Y/N,” you answer as Roxy comes running over and slides right up to Cerberus, licking his face. “And that’s Roxy,” you laugh.

His laugh is easy and genuine as he reaches out and pets the goldens fur. “Well, aren’t you a pretty girl,” he compliments her. “Just like your mom,” he adds and glances at you.

You blush and bite your lower lip, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“I haven’t seen you around here before,” Brock says.

“Yeah, I just moved to town a couple months ago. We’ve started coming here pretty regularly lately. It’s on my way home from work and Roxy’s doggy daycare,” you tell him, not quite sure why your telling this total stranger the finer details of your routine, or admitted that you’re basically alone here every week.

“Yeah, I work just up the street,” he admits, “but my schedule is all over the place so I never know when we’re gonna get a chance to play.”

You smile at the way he’s crouched down before you, petting both dogs who seem infatuated with each other. “He usually like this?” you ask, motioning to Cerberus.

“Not really. He’s a work dog, not really able to socialize with other dogs too much, that’s why I bring him here,” Brock admits, standing from his crouch.

Once he’s out of the way, Roxy and Cerberus cozy up to each other, tails wagging and snouts nuzzling. “I think we have a problem,” Brock admits and takes a seat on the bench next to. “Sorry, you mind?” he asks, standing back up and motioning to the bench.

You giggle and nod. “Go head.”

~*~

You spend the next couple hours talking to Brock, learning about his job as a SEAL and you tell him about yours as a physical therapist.

Your dogs have snuggled in next to each other on the grass at your feet and dozed off with their heads tucked together. They’re too cute and look too comfortable to wake, so you let them doze and keep talking.

When it starts to get dark, you shiver and realize you’re still in short sleeves, and its actually quite dark already. “I uh should go,” you murmur, looking down at your pups, not really feeling like leaving yet. You’re having such a good time with Brock.

He seems to sense the shift in the evening and nods, glancing down at the pups too. You’re both quiet for a few moments before you both say at the same time, “You wanna get dinner?”

You look over at him and laugh and nod. “Yeah, sounds good.”

The pups jump excited and bark, ready to go.

“Oh, you two were play sleeping?” you ask as Roxy nuzzles your hand.

Brock chuckles next to you, “It worked, didn’t it?”

“You mean, your dog makin a move, so you could slide on in?” you question with a smirk.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Brock grins cheekily and shakes his head, the look of pure innocence.

“Uh huh,” you say, but agree to follow him to your favorite restaurant. They have a patio and are dog friendly.

“Looks like we made friends, Cerb,” Brock grins at his dog. “Good boy.”

#Brock Reynolds x Reader #Seal Team x Reader #Seal Team Fan Fic #Brock Reynolds fan fic #Cerberus #Dog Park #You can't wake a sleeping doggo #Goodest Boy Ever #Seal Team #Brock Reynolds

[absolutelyfizzing]

Reunion

sam wilson x reader

description - Every time sam leaves for work, you miss him. Every time he comes home is a gift. You enjoy being reunited with sam after a week apart.

warnings - fluffy fluff, fem pronouns, reader gets lifted up, sam being a charmer, established sam x reader relationship, TFATWS era but no spoilers

word count - 600

A/N - just a little blurb to fill the sam wilson shaped hole in my life. I will forever be upset at the lack of imagines written for this man and damn it if i will not be trying to fix that problem myself.

MASTERLIST

When Sam came home, you were more excited than you could have put into words. You had spent the last few weeks with his sister in his home and while that was always a joy, you had missed seeing his face. You heard the truck in the driveway and looked out the door through the screen. Your heart rate picked up at the sight of the man sitting in the front seat and you squealed a bit which even surprised you.

You hurriedly opened the screen door and ran down the porch, intent on hugging the man you loved until he couldn't breathe. He seemed to be thinking the same thing as he stepped out of the truck and held his arms out to you, a smile splitting his face.

When you got to him you felt yourself get picked up and spun around by two large hands on your waist. When you were placed back on the ground your arms wrapped around Sam's neck and you took a moment to breath each other in, his nose tucked into your hair behind your head.

"Missed you" came your muffled voice from against his chest and he chuckled a bit.

"I missed you too, pretty girl." He smiled, "Now step back a second so I can look at ya." He pleaded and you happily obliged. He did this every time he went away and he would compliment you on how much more beautiful you had gotten while he was away.

A wolf whistle sounded out of his mouth as he held his hand over you to twirl you and a blush showed itself on your cheeks against your will. Sam took note of the dog tags that you wore of his around your neck as he pulled your hand that he held towards his mouth to give your palm a kiss.

"How come you just get prettier and prettier every time I see you. Somethin bout that just isn't fair." He teased and you giggled.

"Don't go makin me all blushy to try and distract me from the fact that you were gone 2 days longer than you said you would be." You tried to rip the smile off of your face with a pout but it didn't exactly work.

"I'm sorry baby girl but I ran into some problems with the tin man. Duty awaits and all that." He grumbled and you laughed a bit.

"When am I gonna meet the tin man, you've told me all about him. If I didn't know any better I might say you've got a little crush on him." You joked and he glared at you.

"The heat must have gotten to your head, saying silly things like that." He smiled as he wrapped you up in his arms and peppered your head and face in little kissed. Giggles filled the air around you and Sam continued to hold you even when silence fell.

He was content in that moment. He felt safe with you in his arms, standing in front of his home where he knew his family was. The trees creaking around him and the distant sound of boat motors filling up the silence. He sighed deeply and gave your head one last peck before loosening his arms. He pulled you by your hand to the house so he could see his sister and nephews, excited to feel his family in one room once again.

#sam wilson #sam wilson imagine #sam wilson x reader #x reader #sam wilson fluff #sam x reader #sam imagine #sam fluff #bucky barnes x reader #the falcon and the winter soldier #TFATWS #marvel #marvel comics #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #marvel x reader #fluff #sam wilson blurb #sam blurb #sam x reader blurb

[realcube]

how haikyuu!! characters confess to you on valentine’s day💘

characters: kyōtani, tsukishima, sugawara & akaashi 

tw// none 

kentarō kyōtani

♡ writes you letter and puts you it in your locker 🥺

♡ but you catch him in the act FDGHJGFD

♡ he memorised that you usually arrive at school at around half passed eight so he made it a point to get to school extra early so nobody would see him

♡ but little did he know, you had the exact same plan in mind 🤦‍♂️

♡ so when you walked into school and noticed kyōtani aggressively pounding on your locked bc his chucky letter wouldn’t fit through the slot, you both froze in your tracks

♡ he realised how shady it looked that he was trying to get into your locker — plus, he was aware that he already had the appearance and the reputation of a delinquent, so he immediately thought that you would assume he was trying to rob your locker

♡ but in reality, not even for a second did you think that he was trying to steal anything

♡ but either way, mans took off 🏃‍♂️

♡ cut to you chasing him through the hallways, yelling for him to come back so you could confess to him

♡ but he thought you were chasing him bc you were angry 

♡ eventually he reached a dead-end so he had no choice but to face your wrath

♡ so imagine his surprise when - instead of screaming at him - you handed him a box of chocolates in a heart-shaped box, with a little sticky note on top with ‘be my valentine?’ written on it

♡ he was speechless so he just kinda looked up and stared at you with a blank expression

♡ ‘i know it’s cheesy but it was the best i could come up with.’ you stuttered, desperately trying to break the awkward silence kyōtani had left you in

♡ he was finally able to process what you had just given him and subtly shoved his love letter into his pocket now that you had confessed to him, ‘uh, thanks, i guess.’ 

♡ your lips instinctively fell into a frown, assuming that was a ‘no’. but to hide your disappointment, you forced a smile back on before turning your heels and hastily rushing away - planning to go cry in the bathroom now ✌ ‘okay, erm, bye, kyōtnani!’

♡ kyōtani’s eyes widened at how shaky your voice was all of a sudden and why you seemed to desperate to get away from him. had he said something to upset you?

♡ ‘uh, bye. meet me by the gates after school today.’

♡ you paused in your tracks, almost tripping over by doing so, ‘why?’ you choked, peering over you shoulder to look at him with hopeful, wide-eyes which caught him off-guard

♡ like jesus christ you looked cute-

♡ he felt his cheeks heat up at the sight so he quickly turned his head to the side and barked, ‘don’t be an idiot! obviously i’m gonna take you to the shop and buy you some chocolates - it’s only fair.’

♡ ‘like..a date?!’ you squealed, twirling around and clasping your hands together in delight 

♡ ‘no.’

♡‘oh-’

♡ ‘i’ll take you on a date in the park afterwards.’  

♡ you bounced excitedly, unable to resist the urge to throw yourself into his arms and hold him in a tight embrace, ‘i can’t wait!’ 

♡ kyōtani let out a light sigh of relief as he felt your chest press tightly against his own, ‘yeah, same’

♡ although he didn’t sound too enthusiastic, he showed that he was looking forward to the date by skipping practise so you didn’t have to wait for him :))

kei tsukishima 

♡ he does not ask you to be his valentine’s at the start of the day

♡ he just waits - not so patiently - for you to ask him 

♡ but you didn’t >:(

♡ he was livid

♡ oh and during lunch you got him so hopeful bc you were like ‘oh, tsukki! i almost forgot. i’ve got something for you!’

♡ and he was like 90% sure it was a box of chocolates to accompany your confession but it was hIS FKN CHARGER THAT HE ACCIDENTALLY LEFT AT YOUR HOUSE A FEW DAYS AGO AAAAAA

♡ grrr so since the whole day passed and you didn’t confess to him, he figured that he had to do everything himself 🙄

♡ last period, he texted you, asking for you to meet him at his house after your club

♡ (he wanted to confess in a location where there was no one around to make fun of him if he got rejected and if he was accepted, then he could take you on a date to the café near his house) 

♡ so begrudgingly, you did - but after your club 

♡ and you were under the impression that he went to volleyball club that day so he wouldn’t have to wait by his house for too long but rather, he skipped that day so he could first pop to the shops to buy a bouquet 

♡ when you arrived at his house, you were greeted by him holding at bouquet of flowers and forcefully shaking them, indicating that he wanted you to take them

♡ ‘what are these for, tsukki?’ you hummed, grasping the stems of the flowers and slowly pulling them towards you, taking a long whiff of their sweet scent

♡ tsukishima looked away shyly, unable to make eye-contact with you without blushing. damn, this was harder than he thought. 

♡ ‘for valentine’s day, duh.’ 

♡ you smirked, hugging the bouquet to your chest as you gazed up at him longingly, ‘so are you asking me to be your valentine or are these sympathy flowers?’ 

♡ tsukishima rolled his eyes, ‘asking you to be my valentine. but you’re so oblivious, i’m starting to regret it now.’

♡ that was a lie

♡ tsukishima mentally scolded himself; he was literally trying to get you to go out with him? why was he insulting you?

♡ ‘well, i’d love to be your valentine, kei.’ you cooed, your arms full with the flowers so instead of hugging him, you pressed your face in his chest and steadily, his large hand found it‘s way to your back, rubbing up and down your spine

♡ although on the outside he acted all nonchalant about it, on the inside he was setting off fireworks and celebrating 

♡ there was a long while of silence between the two of you, until he broke it by inquiring, ‘wanna go get something to eat?’ 

♡ ‘yessss!’

kōshi sugawara

♡ probably planned for weeks beforehand

♡ makin sure he was extra fanon suga around you 

♡ so when valentine’s day rolls around, he gives you a box of homemade cookies with barely any explanation 

♡ then you noticed a lil’ sticky note on it, telling you to meet him at his house at 7PM 

♡ you acted accordingly and once you arrived at his house, you were greeted by more homemade cookies and sugawara in a tuxedo 

♡ ofc he led you to his back garden, gesturing for you to take a seat at the table he had set out under his small gazebo 

♡ the table was all set for a hot date; which you could tell by the pale tablecloth, expensive-looking ivory plates, sparkling clean cutlery and the cherry on top was the candle he had lit which sat in the middle of the table 

♡ then he came out with cloche, rushing up to you before lifting the lid - and once the clouds of steam subsided, you realised it was your favourite food- 

♡ ‘you’re so extra, kōshi.’ you whined, hiding your blushing face with your hands 

♡ he chuckled at your flustered reaction, taking a seat on the chair across from you only to lean across the table slightly to get a better view of you, ‘i just wanted this to be perfect for you, (y/n).’ he shrugged, not sure whether to take your statement as a compliment or insult

♡ ‘it is. thank you!’ you finally removed your hands from your face for him to see your grateful expression

♡ UHGFFKUJ HIS HEART 🥺

♡ anyway, he probably makes a big deal out of feeding you the first few bites of your food bc he thought it’d be romantic but he accidently dropped some on your school bottoms smh 

♡ also, at some point in the night, he makes sure to do that thing where he leans across the table and eyes your lips while wiping some food off the corner of them 

♡ oh and knuckle kisses 🥰

♡ he genuinely didn’t want the night to end so his heart sunk when he had to escort you back to your house

♡ but at least he got to hold your hand :))

♡ you were both staring up at the gorgeous night sky that was decorated by stars in comfortable silence, until sugawara realised something, ‘oh, i didn’t even ask you to be my valentine- my bad!’

♡ before you could coo an ‘it’s okay’, suga had already skipped in front of you and fell to one knee, taking you hand in his own and bringing it to his lips

♡ ‘kōshi’ you squealed, trying to cover your face with your spare hand - your heart skipped a beat at how similar sugawara’s actions were to a proposal 

♡ suga thought you were so cute when you were shy aaaa (❤´艸｀❤)

♡ ‘(y/n), will you do me the honour of being my valentine?’

♡ ‘you’re such a prince!’ you gasped upon making a connection between sugawara’s signature beam and that of a charming prince from movies

♡ suga faltered at how off-topic your comment was, ‘thank you- but is that a no?’

♡ your eyes widened, rapidly shaking your head and dropping to your knees to place a lil’ peck on his forehead, ‘nonono! it’s a yes!’

♡ suga couldn’t help but snort at your adorable actions, mimicking them and pecking the tip of your nose

keiji akaashi 

♡ definitely a secret admirer thing leading up to valentine’s day

♡ he’s been leaving notes in your locker for months tho

♡ he just loved seeing the wide grin spread across your face while you read the letter he wrote  

♡ then he realised that valentine’s day was approaching so that gave him an excuse to confess 

♡ one day he somehow mustered up the courage to write ‘meet me by the forest at 5′ on it and as soon as he slipped it into your locker, he was panicking

♡ like he was so anxious; the biggest fear on his mind being that, what if you didn’t like him?

♡ he was even considering not showing up bc he was too nervous

♡ but the last thing he wanted to do was ghost you and potentially hurt your feelings so he turned up 

♡ when you saw him, he was acting so odd - hardly even acknowledging your presence -  that you weren’t sure if he was the one writing the letters or if it’s just a coincidence 

♡ ‘hi..’ he finally murmured, gently tapping your shoulder to grab your attention

♡ you smiled, clutching the letter to your chest as you twitched with excitement, ‘hi! are you, erm..the person who’s been writing these letters?’

♡ akaashi nodded, keeping his gaze glued to the ground while awkwardly fidgeting with his fingers

♡ ‘oh- well, they’re so beautiful! you have such a way with words and you make my day ten times brighter. thank you so much, akaashi.’

♡ he perked up upon hearing you say his name, he didn’t think you knew it-

♡ i mean, yeah, you were in the same biology and maths class but in the past, you’ve never even spared him a glance

♡ ‘it’s no problem. and seeing you smile makes my day brighter so..’ akaashi instantly cringed at how stalkerish and pathetic that must’ve sounded 

♡ so needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised when you simply giggled in response, ‘you’re sweet- anyway, i was wondering you’d like to come with me to get tea or someth--’

♡‘sure.’ he was sold at ‘tea’. 

@the-astrumnauta @scftfairyking​ 

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