#rose's gay little job

[temporalteardrop]

bass makes a dollar. i make a dime. that's why i think about lesbian sex on company time

#me serving customers while chappell roan's red wine supernova is stuck in my head #me: yeah that'll be £3.60 / my brain: she did it right there‚ out on the deck: put her canine teeth in the side of my neck #rose's incessant yearnings #rose's gay little job #rose's ramblings

[barnbridges]

do you ever live the life of your dead brother and raise the child named after him, because his religious breakdown and sudden belief in sin haunts the narrative.

#once again sanctuary ghjkk listen i have le drafts #right #it's a joke almost how much i joke about writing vs how much i write but #how can it not be a job of honor to marry the little girl scared of drugs that hangs around drunks and gays #and was the closest thing your brother had to a wife and reality #who cares that YOU do drugs and you have a fiancee and a life #it's honor #it's life too #the show must go on and that's what sanctuary is about ultimately #the show goes on and whatever god bunny had he took with him to the grave FGHJK #and there's a life left to live after that #that all concentrates itself around yellow roses on a grave in connecticut

[bottlehawk]

rose and dirk are characters who are always thinking about how they look in front of people and are very into keeping up with aesthetics and appearances. and yeah this applies to a lot of the other hs characters too, especially the strilondes. but rose and dirk are especially similar in that they are both very convinced that the "polished" masks they've constructed for themselves do their job of covering up every single possible insecurity they have (mainly that they're huge gay nerds). this is due to the fact that rose and dirk think that they're smarter than everybody else. which is, to be fair, true. but not to the extent that they think since they're both kids raised on wiki articles on the internet. which they are also aware of, but being aware of this fact makes them feel smart and it loops right back into feeding their egos, which are very fragile egos that could crumble at the drop of a hat by the thought of having other people "see" through them and realizing that they are, in fact, gay nerds. so rose and dirk both cope by acting out in increasingly outlandish ways to prove that they're completely confident in their own identities. because an insecure person would be too scared to do furry roleplay or watch my little pony "ironically" or et cetera, so by doing these things it's like a weird one-uppance to the people around them who think that stuff is too weird. but they do have a limit, which is complete sincerity. and that's why roxy lalonde is actually the strongest strilonde and could duplex both rose and dirk in a fight. this was a read 💅

#homestuck #rose lalonde #dirk strider #roxy lalonde #strilondes #bottlehawk text #dave on the other hand is the exact same except he doesn't have the stamina and desire to prove himself #so by the time they're all like adults he's just given up on not being seen through by literally everyone around him #he can still try but he inherently knows he will fail #and that's on fatalism baby

[piratefishmama]

Finders Givers | Part 3

To call them out of place would be an understatement.

Neither of the two in the lobby looked like they belonged there. Eddie in his ratty, torn at the knee jeans, rings, chains, band tee, and leather jacket, and Chrissy… well, Chrissy could probably look like she belonged if she’d dressed up a little, but she’d pulled her cosiest sweater over her head, a comfortable, cream coloured, crocheted sweater, a house warming gift from Mrs Jablonski next door when they’d moved in during a real cold snap a few winters back, and she’d wiggled her butt into a pair of Eddie’s old jeans.

The ones with the paint on them from when they’d painted Eddie’s room against Carl’s wishes.

Their reasoning was that Carl would never know. No matter how many times his greasy ass hinted at coming in for ‘coffee’, he was never invited in.

Her last pair of jeans were in the dirty laundry pile. She’d been meaning to force Eddie into helping her do laundry that day but alas, they were now not doing that. She didn’t think he knew he’d gotten himself out doing of laundry, but somehow it was still funny that he’d managed it again.

But it didn’t matter, there was nobody really there besides the secretary and she’d offered them coffee and pastries. Rather than looking at them strangely she’d offered hospitality and kindness, so now they had coffee and pastries, because Eddie was not about to turn down fancy free food from a kindly mother type.

It’d been twenty minutes already. Their pastries and coffees were done and gone.

Eddie was about to call it and leave, loud in his objection of being ignored by the high ups, when Chrissy sat up straighter, her eyes zeroing in on what would undoubtedly be a mini-boss in a video game.

Or maybe the ‘sudden Latin choir’ version of the main boss, and she walked through the double doors, both swinging open like Aragon shoving his way through the doors at Helms Deep and Chrissy was so very unprepared to witness her very own Aragon that early after student night shots.

Woman’s cheekbones alone could probably kill them both.

Eddie said nothing, he just gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder, he figured she’d appreciate that. She reached up and patted the hand he’d left there in support. She appreciated it.

“Mr and… Mrs—?”

“Ew no.”

And the hand atop his own was gone, pulled away, Chrissy’s awed expression replaced with one that read ‘I’m offended’ better than any angry white suburban mother of four with her minivan, concave cut, and bad dye job could possibly verbalise. “That was quick.”

“I’m gay what do you want from me?” Eddie looked up at the boss lady with what he hoped to be a disarming grin “Eddie Munson, this is Chrissy, Chrissy Cunningham, my single best friend, and platonic life partner.” He slipped that single in there so smoothly, gave himself a mental pat on the back for it, so smooth. He was gonna ignore Chrissy glaring at him. Boss lady just smiled, stormy eyes flicking between them as he introduced her. She seemed nice, a little mysterious. “We’re uhm, we’re here about thee uh—”

Eddie Immediately wanted to turn her into an NPC, or an actual boss. Maybe a powerful, kindly mage. An ancient druid or—

“The apartment block, right? Claudia gave us the heads up. My name is Robin Buckley I’m uh… well… I don’t really have an official title, but you can probably just call me Mr Harrington’s business partner I guess.” It was an apt title, ‘boss man’s best friend’, or ‘partner in crime’ didn’t seem nearly as professional. “Why don’t you both come with me to my office, and I can try and answer any questions you might have.” Professional yet welcoming.

Almost felt like she’d worked in customer service before.

They both rose to their feet and Robin turned back toward the door, nodding in greeting to the secretary as she walked by, both Chrissy and Eddie copying her as they hurried on through after her, through corridor after corridor, then one quick zip up the elevator and they were there, Robin once again opening both doors as she entered her office.

It was clearly a personal preference to be as dramatic as possible, it was working for her.

“Please, take a seat” They both quickly took the only two chairs on the ‘guest’ side of the desk, while Robin rounded it and took the larger chair behind it. The office was. Large. Large and full of knick-knacks. Framed pictures of actual people instead of vague ‘hotel-esque’ art, trophies, several book shelves filled with folders and thick books, a filing cabinet or two, a few plants, and huge floor to ceiling windows behind her that showed pretty much the entire city skyline. So this was how the other half lived. “Okay, I’m sure you have several questions, so… go ahead, I’ll answer what I can.”

Eddie shared a look with Chrissy, silently communicating that they probably should have come prepared with a list of things to ask but honestly neither believed they’d get this far.

They both kind of assumed they’d be told they’ve had all the information they’re getting and to just wait for more. Having a private meeting with… what was essentially the second in command of this entire company well…

“When are these renovations supposed to start and end?” Eddie asked first

“What can we expect from them?” Chrissy added

“And do we really just… not pay rent for the whole period? That’s okay?” Eddie finished. Basics, they had the basics memorized at least. The important questions.

“Ooh-ooh, will rent be the same after the renovations!? Or will this be like, a getting rid of the poor people situation?”

“Good question, Chriss”

“Thank you, I read this thing online the other day about the gentrification of poorer city spaces and—” Chrissy paused, her eyes shooting to Robin’s expectant face and then back to Eddie again “it’s not important.” She finished, she finished before she could start rambling and embarrass herself.

“Oh it’s super important to know about these things” Robin spoke up with a toothy smile, earning both Chrissy’s bashful smile and Eddie’s respect. She was subtly supportive of Chrissy’s rambling. Eddie liked her. “Not many people do, it’s a concept that only gets brought up when it’s happened and not when it’s happening right under your feet, and it’s rare people get the other side of the story, y’know the one from the people who’ve been displaced? That’s not what’s happening here though, I’ve not seen anything that’d suggest Mr Harrington’s intentions are to raise the existing costs.” She’d seen him blatantly say he hadn’t really thought about making them pay again.

“Do you think that could become his intention though?” Eddie pressed

“Nope. He has a personal interest in the building is all, the only thing I know for sure is that we’re looking to remove the negative presence from the building, it doesn’t have the best reputation, we’re aware of at least three drug dealers operating from within it.” Oh nooo, his weed, couldn’t all be sunshine and roses then. “We’re looking to remove them as soon as possible as they have blatantly broken the law and the terms of their rental agreements by engaging in illegal behaviour from within their apartments, so that will free up a few of those apartments for better tenants to move in.”

“Better tenants?”

“Law abiding ones.” Sort of. Argyle would have a cooler tenancy agreement.

“…What about ones that have history with the law?”

“We’re not here to be discriminatory, Mr Munson, this company… we believe in second chances.” Munson… Munson… where did she know that name from? She knew that name, and he did look… familiar. She shook her head, not important. “If you’ve had criminal charges in the past then you’ve had criminal charges in the past, that’s the past, it’s history, it doesn’t affect the now. But to put your mind at ease, you’re not on our list of offenders, or you’d have been served an eviction notice by now.”

Chrissy sat up straighter, as if a lightbulb went off in her head. “Everyone on the second floor is okay, right? We know Mick an Dottie in seven are a little sketchy but—”

“Second floor is okay, we’re not evicting anyone from the second floor, it’s mainly the fourth floor we’re concerned about.” She was so lucky she’d memorized half the shit she’d received that morning. Got just enough in the old brain to appear confident in what she was saying. “As for your other questions, we don’t… actually know when the renovations are due to begin, we’re in negotiations with a few contractors right now to get the work started, once we confirm that, we’ll have a more solid timeline to communicate with you, it’ll be full renovations, kitchens, bathrooms, bedrooms, electrics, plumbing, the whole shebang. But yeah, no, we don’t expect you to pay any rent for the whole period.”

“…I feel like that’s a trap.” Eddie finally spoke up, a small frown on his face that robin mirrored “shit like that just doesn’t happen, man. It doesn’t. Big companies like this, they don’t just forgive the little guys debts, they hold em over your head until you’re drowning, then they tie cement to your feet to hold you there in the deep end.”

At least she looked sympathetic, her expression softening, she wasn’t taking offense. It almost felt like she understood his hesitation. “I was a little stumped myself, it’s… not the best business decision. I’m gonna be honest with you, I advised against the rent forgiveness, it’s a lot of money to just throw away” And they were just throwing it away “—given we don’t know how long these renovations are going to take, but… it’s the one thing Steve stuck to. Wouldn’t budge on it. Said we were disrupting your lives so you should at least be able to treat yourselves during the chaos” Nancy’s words maybe, but Steve agreed with them “and unfortunately for our bank balance… the decision is ultimately Steve’s to make, his office is above mine.”

She could sass him all she liked, Steve was in charge. If he wanted to make decisions and mistakes based on a depressing wallet and a crush well, that was Steve’s choice, his was the name on the company logo.

“And the rent will stay the same at $595 after the renovations?”

“Ye—”

“Absolutely!” And the doors burst open, startling all three people within the office, revealing probably the most beautiful human being Eddie had ever seen in his life dressed in clothes that'd probably cost more than they'd ever paid in rent combined. Could have sworn he’d seen him before though. One does not just forget a face that pretty.

“Steve, I thought I told you to knock!”

“I own the building, I can do what I want. Hello! I’m—” frozen, he was frozen, eyes wide as they took in the two other occupants in the room. The two guests from the apartment block. It could have been anyone, anyone in that block. “… Steve Harrington.” But it was him. “It’s uhm… it’s nice to meet you” said directly to Eddie, and then as if he remembered Chrissy was there, quickly added “both. Nice to meet you both, hello, hi.” Robin’s palm met her forehead in an echoing splat. “What was I saying?”

Her head met the desk. It all becoming painfully clear. Eddie Munson, Edward Munson, Thee Edward Joseph Munson. Owner of the most depressing wallet in the history of wallets.

Part 5

#PirateWrites #FindersGiversFiclet #Steddie #Mob Boss Steve Harrington #No Upside Down AU #Shady!Steve #CW: light-hearted stalker vibes

[wolfpants]

my year in fic

It's 5am and I can't sleep, so what better way to keep me sane than this lovely roundup post @sorrybutblog tagged me in! Tagging @citrusses @getawayfox @oknowkiss @sweet-s0rr0w @tackytigerfic @skeptiquewrites @mallstars @sitp-recs @moonflower-rose @danpuff-ao3 @writcraft @wrapped-up and anyone else who sees this and wants to play too!

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Thickets | Drarry | E | 17.3k

When Draco returns to the UK after two decades of building his career as an internationally-renowned artist to look after his ailing, estranged father, he crosses paths with his former flame, Harry Potter, in the most unexpected way.

Waiting for the Moon to Rise | Drarry | E | 8.9k

When Harry and Draco move into Grimmauld Place straight out of Hogwarts, the last person they expect to find taking up residence is Bill ‘divorced, dishevelled, and dangerous’ Weasley. But what if their new, furry little problem is the help they need to finally bring them closer? Stranger things have happened, Draco supposes.

Terrible People | Drarry | E | 52.8k

What happens when Harry and Draco end up on the same Muggle gay cruise? They certainly didn't plan for it to happen (but their friends might have). They're stuck with each other for a week, they might as well make the most of it, right?

A Saviour's Guide to Manners and Decorum | Drarry | E | 13.1k

Honorary Minister Harry Potter (yes, he's fully aware his job title is meaningless, and he quite likes it that way) is a disaster at public events. After seven years of dealing with his boorish behaviour, cringey table manners, and clumsy dancing, the Ministry's press team take matters into their own hands and hire Wixen Britain's leading Etiquette and Deportment Expert, Draco Malfoy, to take on the challenge of cleaning up Harry's image before the Ministry's 300th Anniversary Celebration Gala.

Everybody Hates a Tourist | Drarry | E | 51.5k

On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoy’s Muggle life in Britain’s gay capital, Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school.

Precious Metal | Ronarry, Dron, Drarry | M | 28k

Precious metal awaits in an abandoned, cursed cottage on the Isle of Jura. Ron’s illegal hunting ring is on it, but disaster strikes when he runs into a jumpy and suspicious Draco Malfoy, camped out where the treasure is hidden. What happens when they accidentally unleash a bond curse when both of them harbour feelings for the same man?

Trillium | Dronarry | E | 13.4k

Harry and Draco are shagging. Ron’s got a hunch, and the only way to find out is to volunteer his services alongside Harry’s in the Big Malfoy Manor Cleanup of 2010. What could possibly go wrong?

Kinkuary '23 | Various pairings | M - E

A collection of 28 short fics spanning different pairings and inspired by the Kinkuary 2023 prompts! A mix of M and E ratings. Expect rare pairs, Drarry, crossgen, group sex, dirtyhotwrong... you name it!

#I've probably written too much this year #my brain is sore and tired #oh well! #writing #drarry #hp fic #drarry fic #draco/harry #harry/draco

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Top 5 platonic friendship moments

Thank you SO much for asking me this, I love friendship!!!!

Nick and Sand Kissing in Only Friends, Ep. 9

gif by @aprilblossomgirl

I know you have your thoughts on Only Friends at this point because of how it ended, but there were a lot of things I do think Only Friends got right, one of my favorites being the platonic make out session between Nick and Sand. I mean, we talked about this before. It felt so queer, and it also did a really great job showing the difference between platonic and romantic feelings, because the kiss gave us nothing, and did the same for Team Second Option. I will forever love the fact that they made out, giggled, cuddled, and then giggled some more about it because it was kinda awkward and a little embarrassing, but they love each other as friends and that kiss changed literally nothing about their dynamic.

Porjai giving Mhok a Massage in Last Twilight, Ep 6

gif by @khaopybara

I like that some of the shows this year are starting to get in to the relationship dynamics of exes who stayed friends after. Like, listen, I've never been in a relationship before, and I know why it does happen where exes never really speak again, but it never made sense to me why 99% of the ex-partner relationship dynamics I've ever seen are bad. Like, this is a person who matter so much to you, and then you're just never going to see them or talk to them again? I love this massage moment that Porjai has with Mhok especially because it feels familial and familiar and friendly, and it is the scene that made me be like "man I can't believe they used to date" in exactly the same way that Porjai was confused when Day called Mhok her boyfriend.

Wataru Being a Little Shit on Shiro's Birthday in What Did You Eat Yesterday? Season 2, Ep. 7

Wataru is such a little shit, and I love him desperately, and his whole relationship with Shiro and Kenji is so strange. He's such a complainer, and while it can feel like the four gay men in this show hang out and are friends because they are the only gay people they know, it is moments like these that sell their actual friendship for me. Sending your friend a bouquet with a MASSIVE 50 balloon in it because you know it'll piss them off is pique best friend behavior.

Gay Boy Cuddle Pile in A Boss and a Babe, Ep. 9

gif by @paisky

I am not immune to a gay boy cuddle pile. I will never be immune to a gay boy cuddle pile.

Having had multiple conversations with a straight male friend about how much cis men lack platonic, physical touch from friends I now get emo about when boys hug, cuddle, kiss cheeks, hold hands with each other especially if they are not dating or hoping to date.

Rose Trying to Steal Charn's Phone in Laws of Attraction, Ep. 4

gif by @panncakes

It's such sibling energy, and I love it so much. As an immature adult, I love when adultier adults than me are shown being childish/immature themselves. No one should be expected to be put together all the time, and I moments like these show such a beautiful form of love.

and cause Laws of Attraction is technically a lakorn...

Sailom and Yiwa in the entirety of Wedding Plan

They love each other so much they were going to enter a Lavendar Marriage just so that Yiwa especially could be free. I can't say much about them because if I start talking about them I won't stop. But it is by far the most sacred form of platonic love we've had all year.

ASK ME MY TOP 5 OF ANYTHING BL 2023

#ask game #best of bl 2023 #only friends the series #ofts #last twilight the series #what did you eat yesterday? #kinou nani tabeta? #a boss and a babe #abaab #laws of attraction #wedding plan the series

[kinnbig]

so, who is the most pathetic? big, vegas or kim?

obsessed with this question thank u anon i am going to have to approach this very scientifically and rate their patheticness levels with super incredibly objective patheticness points

Big -

pathetic:

in unrequited love with his boss +2

roasted by Kim for being in unrequited love with his boss +1

got demoted cause some random guy asked for his job +1

put in his place by Chan while trying to put the new guy in his place +1

not invited to the Hum Bar shenanigans +1

lectured on homophobia by a 'straight' guy (while gay) +1

fell off his motorbike and was real angy about it +1

"it's because of me. I couldn't help Khun Kinn" +2

looks like he's on the verge of tears 24/7 +1

sad little hair strand +1

literally died +5

not pathetic:

captain of the Tawan hate squad -2

mean girl swag -1

beat up that guy and was hot about it -1

picked up Porsche by his hair and was really hot about it -2

total: 11

Vegas -

pathetic:

psychosexually obsessed with his cousin +1

all the daddy issues +2

rejected by Porsche +1

tried to bring Porsche a rose but had to leave with it because his cousin woke up from his coma and pretended to be allergic +1

Tankhun smacked him with a tray that one time +1

kicked out of his own bathroom so his cousin could give the guy he was trying to seduce a handjob +3

Gun smacked that book out of his hand +1

got punched sooo many times +1

used his prisoner as a therapist +2

fell in love with said prisoner after one (1) free therapy session +1

the entire hedgehog saga +3

"shoot me!" +1

the entire failed coup +2

"here's how I win." ... *loses* +1

not pathetic:

cool motorbike -1

all the murder/torture -2

so so many cunty outfits -1

did actually get laid -1

ate ass on-screen -2

was probably fucking Ken (good for him) -1

was turned into swiss cheese and lived -1

total: 12

Kim -

pathetic:

actually has a murder board +1

said murder board is behind a giant photo of himself +1

conducts secret investigations instead of communicating with his brothers like a normal person +2

didn't even solve the mystery he was investigating +2

so incredibly emotionally unavailable +1

saw a kid with an entire wall full of his photographs and went "...I wonder if this guy really likes me? maybe I should make him write a love song to check" +1

is the cheek kiss girlie in the fuck nasty show +1

ghosted a child +3

emotionally defeated by a smiley face fried egg +1

on Chay's blocklist +1

led Chay on for an investigation, ghosted him, cried into his polaroids when Chay didn't take him back +2

tried to apologise to Chay by gifting him dead bodies and songs instead of using his words +1

not pathetic:

broke into a mafia boss' office -1

out mean girlied the mean girlie (was mean to Big) -1

is maybe a celebrity -1

the entire bar fight scene -3

total: 11

and there you have it! it's so very close, but Vegas is officially the most pathetic by one (1) patheticness point. i will not be taking constructive criticism at this time

more very scientific kinnporsche research

#hehehehehe this was so fun #kinnporsche #big kinnporsche #big kp #vegas theerapanyakul #vegas kp #kim theerapanyakul #kim kp #kinnporsche memes #kp memes #ask #darcey.txt #kinnporsche the series #objectively scientific rankings #darcey.main #kp posting

[bagerfluff]

Your My Rose

Nico di Angelo x Male Reader

Prompt - Royal AU

“No” Nico sighed.

This was the tenth woman that Nico had rejected. What’s happening, you ask. Well, Nico was a prince. He was the only royal left in his kingdom. So Nico needed to find someone to marry and have at least one kid with.

So all of the women gathered and waited to see if Nico would accept them and marry them. But there was one little problem with that, Nico was gay.

And in love with the gardener.

But nobody could know that. It wouldn’t be a problem if the gardener was a girl, but he was a boy. A boy named Y/n. You were about the same age as Nico, maybe a little older. You worked for Nico’s mother, the Queen before she died.

You worked because you didn’t have any family and you needed money and shelter. Nico’s mother, being the kind woman she was, took you in. As long as you tended to her flowers. Nico grew up with you.

You were one of his only friends.

You were kind, caring, shy, and funny. You made Nico smile after the death of his family. How could Nico not love you? But nobody could know. Though you loved Nico back, that didn’t matter. Nico didn’t want to marry someone that he didn’t love.

That’s what if mother said, “never marry someone you don’t love”. Maybe she said it because she knew her son was different or maybe she was just smart. At first it was fine. Nico could reject lots of girls because there were plenty more.

But girls were running out and people were getting suspicious. Higher ups, people part of the court wanted to bring in princesses and women from other kingdoms. Nico hated that idea, but he hated the idea of marrying someone that wasn’t you more.

Nico glanced down from his throne.

Nico saw the last girl. She was short with even, short brown hair. Her dress had holes all over it and she looked terrified. At first the guards brought higher up woman. Ones with lots of money and status. They just weren’t royal.

But Nico could tell that they were desperate. Bringing any woman that they found. Nico sighed and picked his head off his hand. Nico moved his arm off the armrest and looked at the girl.

Everyone in the room was silent. Nico could see people praying out of the corner of his eyes. “No”, Nico said sternly. The girl let out a sigh of relief, something very few did.

Nico got up and started to walk away. Nico knew that people were going to talk to him. Try to change his mind. Nico didn’t want that. “Your Highness!”

Nico turned around to see one of his guards running towards him. Nico took a deep breath. Nico turned around and folded his arms over his clothes. A black and gold robe. They looked like a suit but more free.

“The Crown Guard wants to speak with you”, Nico turned around. “Well, I don’t want to talk to them. Tell them and everyone else that I’m done for the day”, Nico walked away. Nico heard the yelling but he ignored it.

Nico walked until he was right in front of the doors of the garden. At this time of day you would be working. You reached up and grabbed his crown.

Nico looked at it.

It was a silver ring with gold and bronze flowers around it. Nico loved it. He remembers taking it from his mothers head and wearing it. A bittersweet memory. Nico never wanted this. His older sister was meant to take the crown.

But she died.

Nico wasn’t even ready. He was a child when he was crowned. Now Nico is older. He knew he had to do this but he hated it. Nico wished that he could just run away with you. Nico placed the crown back on his head.

Nico pushed the doors open and walked out. The garden looked the same. It always did, you were very good at your job. On the right was a big tree. Nico remembers having picnics under that tree. And running around with his sister.

Nico grimaced.

To the left was a big patch of flowers. All different types of flowers. His mother told him the names of all of them but Nico can’t remember them. There was a large fence around the entire thing and beaches litter the field.

Nico heard humming and looked over to his right. There you were, wearing dirty clothes with even dirtier hands, with a smile on your face. You were watering the roses against the building.

When you looked up and saw Nico your smile widened. “Hello Beloved”, you placed the watering can on a bench. You walked closer to Nico and kissed his forehead. “Be careful”, Nico chided. “I know, but I couldn’t resist”.

Nico smiled slightly. You were as worried about being found out as Nico. Nico walked over to the bench where you placed the watering can and sat down next to it.

You moved the watering can to the ground and sat next to Nico. “You okay?” You asked. Nico was a little mad. He didn’t feel like talking but you always knew when Nico was upset. “They brought more girls in”, Nico said and that's all you needed.

Nico had told you this before.

How he hated what they made him do. Nico’s told you how he wants to run away. Nico’s told you how he wanted to marry you, that might have made you blush. “It’s okay” “No it’s not”, Nico grunted.

Nico looked over at you. Despite being covered in dirt Nico still thought you looked amazing. Hair fluffy from running your hand through it, skin tan from being outside all day, smile always on your face.

Nico looked away and looked at the flowers in front of him. They were daisies, or that’s what Nico thought. They were bright, not one hint of them dying. Neither of you said anything, you knew not to.

Nico needed a minute to think. “Well”, you looked over at Nico, “do what you want”. Nico looked at you confused. Do what he wants? What did Nico want? Nico wanted peace, to live his life how he wants to. He wants to marry you and rule his kingdom with you by his side.

He wants you. You stood up and walked in front of Nico. You grabbed Nico’s hands and held them in yours. “Whatever you do I’ll be right by your side”, you kissed Nico’s hands.

You dropped them and picked up your watering can. “And I’m sure they would be proud of you”, you walked away. Nico knows who you are talking about.

And Nico believed you.

Nico spent the rest of the day watching you work.

You two talked when you took breaks. Talking about the day, making out. It helped Nico calm down and get ready to sleep. A guard came out and told Nico it was time to rest.

Nico got up and walked away as you said goodbye. Nico wanted to stay, but you two had to be careful. Nico didn’t want anyone to know yet. He wanted to savor the time he had with you without everyone knowing about it

But what you said made Nico think. He would have to think about it more, but Nico had an idea about what he wanted. The guard walked with Nico all the way to Nico’s room. Then the guard bid Nico a goodnight and stood outside the door.

As Nico walked in he immediately got out of his clothes. There was no one to help him, Nico didn’t like that. So Nico removed his clothes and placed them down in a noticeable spot. So one of the maids could find it.

Nico then switched into his bed clothes. They were much more comfortable than his royal attire. Nico walked over to his bed and removed his crown. Nico looked at it before placing it on the table next to his bed. When Nico looked over to his bed he noticed something.

A single rose.

With the thorns plucked off, on his pillow. Nico knew who it was from. Nico smiled as he picked up and smelt it. Nico looked at the rose with a smile before placing it in a jar, with other flowers.

Nico got into bed and turned so he was looking at the jar of flowers. Each one made Nico smile. Nico blew out the candle and closed his eyes.

As wind blew into the room from the open window that overlooked the garden. 

#lgbtq #nico di angelo #nico di angelo x reader #nico di angelo x male reader #percy jackson x male reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #heros of olympus x reader #heros of olympus #pjo series #pjo fandom #pjo hoo toa

[gabessquishytum]

Dream has real magic and to his ever growing shame deep embarrassment he works for a Medieval Times-esque theme restaurant as the "magician" (generic, non-copyright infringing magic professional from ye olde times 🙄).

The job is the pits, but it's not like anyone believes magic is real and it's not like poultice maker is a real modern job. So here Dream stays -- 3 shows a days on weekdays, 4 shows for kids on weekends, and one "after dark" show on Saturday nights for adults only where they serve beer and white or red wine.

The only bright spot is the guy playing the white knight character Robert, Hob. He's so charming and flirty and has seemingly made it his mission to make Dream smile (or flub his lines).

Lately, Hob has taken to asking Dream for a "favor" to wear while he's jousting, saying it will bring him luck. The script calls for Hob to win, but Dream might have added a little magic for luck.

I love this so so so much!!! Such a cute concept for these two. It gave me a crackish thought, too - what if Hob is an actual medieval knight?

Maybe he's immortal like in canon. Or maybe he got time-travelled into the modern age. Either way he used to be an actual sword wielding, joust competing, spur wearing knight! And however he got to modern times, it really tickles him to pretend to be a knight in this silly little restaurant. Sometimes he throws in a little Middle English to his stupid scripted lines, sometimes he wears real chainmail to work, but no one suspects anything. Hob just really seems like a normal guy. His brain doesn't explode when he drinks mountain dew or anything like that.

Whatever the case, Dream is definitely falling for him more and more as the weeks pass. The "luck" that Dream imbued in his favour earns Hob extra tips, and he uses the extra money to go right out and buy Dream a bunch of roses from the market. Dream takes them home and magics them so that they will never fade or wilt <3

When they finally get together as a couple they're both super nervous to "Come out" so to speak... and then Dream gets even more nervous because if Hob is a genuine medieval guy maybe he'll have a thing against magic? But Hob is like "no actually I think it's cool, we always had potions and poultices at home :)" and Dream just falls for him even more. He's so excited to show off his magic!!!

Hob is mainly just excited that in modern times he can get gay married to his beloved. Even if he does have to work under the yoke of post industrial capitalism. Swings and roundabouts!

#the sandman #dreamling

[temporalteardrop]

path: *is fenced off*

visitors:

#stop trampling the wildflower meadow and climbing on the ancient neolithic stone monument!!! #some guy literally took apart a fence today and then went “oh i didn't know we weren't allowed in here” #i hate customers!!!! #rose's gay little job #rose's ramblings

[mxlfoydraco]

What are the sweetest, most fluffy, most tender fic recs you have? Hurt/comfort préférable but anything works

I'm a major angst reader so our definitions of fluff may vary! I'm adding on to these lists: Fluff & Hogwarts Era Fluff

Save My Wonders by @unmistakablyoatmeal(21k)

Immediately chocolate assaulted Draco’s senses. Warm melted chocolate mixed with his mother’s roses and… something else. Something new. Freshly scrubbed skin and maybe a faint sheen of sweat. It was so familiar… And it only intensified when Potter came up behind him.

Two of Us by @sorrybutblog (5k)

The gang goes to a gay bar. Or: five times Harry accidentally pretended to be Draco’s boyfriend and one time Draco told him to put out or shut up.

All Things Go by @sorrybutblog (32k)

Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.

Quick as a Flash of Lightning, Unhurried as Eternity by @onbeinganangel (10k)

Can you fall in love with someone by simply watching them fiercely love another version of yourself?

Knead by @jovialobservationanchor (83k)

This is not a story about Harry renovating Grimmauld Place. This is a story about coffee shops and brewpubs, about Ginny and Luna on a farm with creatures, about magical Oregon, coastal road trips, flying, friendship, and Draco Malfoy's lean arms.

the treehouse near primrose downs by @softlystarstruck (14k)

Draco and Harry have been roommates for years, so buying a magical house in the countryside shouldn’t be a big difference. But in between fresh loaves of bread and beds of wildflowers, things start to fall into place.

you bring me home by @softlystarstruck (35k)

Harry is happy. He has his cat cafe and his hobbies. He has his friends, and Dolly Parton, and a shirt with a cowboy frog on it. It’s all a man needs, really. He doesn’t need to obsess over a magic-less, anxious Draco Malfoy coming into his cafe after disappearing from the wizarding world years ago. He doesn’t. Not even if the cats like Malfoy. Not even if Malfoy is soft, and funny, and a little bit neurotic. No matter how much he wants to obsess.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by @sugar-screw (22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

I Think I Want to Marry You by @phdmama (6k)

5 times Harry Potter asks Draco Malfoy to marry him and Draco doesn't answer. And then the one time he does.

Meddling, Menswear, and Magic by @writcraft (18k)

Draco Malfoy is working in a job he hates and avoiding the magical world entirely, but he really is fine. When a bequest from Severus Snape brings Draco back to a much-changed magical world, he must find his place within it and navigate his growing attraction to Harry Potter in the process.

Constellations on your skin by @orange-peony (56k)

“I’m going to get my scars removed,” Draco announces on a rainy Wednesday afternoon. “Who are you seeing?” Blaise asks. “The best Healer out there,” Draco replies with a little shrug. “Harry Potter.”

Sweeten to Taste by @saintgarbanzo (51k)

It starts with Draco's buckwheat crepes with honeyed oranges. Or maybe it starts with his porridge with toasted walnuts and homemade apple butter. Or perhaps it starts with the cinnamon buns Draco made from scratch with mascarpone icing. Harry just knows he's hungry for more.

The Little Marauders Nursery and Day Care by @digthewriter (9k)

Harry Potter is the proud owner of The Little Marauders Nursery and Day Care and his favourite student is Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius’s dad might be okay, too.

Sourdough by @academicdisasterfic (17k)

Draco writes romance novels and doesn't leave his apartment much. Harry bakes bread and sells it to Draco. Draco is quite weird. Harry might like that.

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by @cibeewastaken (19k)

Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved! So Draco decides to boldly go where no one has gone before: to put himself through scrutiny; their friends’ teasing and pranks; unsound romantic advice from a house-elf; wearing pretty clothes; all to try and win Potter’s heart through courtship. (An unnamed ginger bastard can be heard yelling from afar: “This is actually a detailed guide on how not to court someone!”) But who cares about the opinions of redheads? Literally no one.

Nice Things by aideomai (22k)

The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.

Thermodynamic Equilibrium by @dorthyanndrarry (5k)

Harry's far too hot. Draco's always cold. And somehow against all odds, together they create a perfect equilibrium.

Stay (With Me) by @dorthyanndrarry (6k)

Harry and Draco have been seeing each other casually, whenever they bumped into one another at Galas and Balls and other social events, always keeping one another at a careful distance. But one step forward seems to remove all space between them, sending them crashing together with an almost inevitable gravity.

If It Takes All Night by @tackytigerfic (10k)

It's not the first time Harry's been the victim of a botched curse (that's one of the reasons he doesn't like crowds), but he feels bad that Malfoy had to get caught up in it too. So they're bonded. That's ok, they just have to make sure to be touching at all time. No problem. Because Malfoy smells so nice, and has such lovely shiny hair, and his skin is so very warm. But this isn't going to be a problem for their friendship at all. Is it, Harry?

Espresso Patronum by @tasteofshapes (15k)

When Draco reappears five years after the war and opens a wildly popular coffee shop, Harry’s pretty sure that Draco’s Up to Something. He just has to prove it.

The Charm Conundrum by dysonrules (8k)

Harry misplaces an interesting "self-help" manual. Draco finds it and discovers some fascinating insights into Harry Potter.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by @greaseonmymouth (96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry. Features: Little League Quidditch, an abundance of bath bombs, happy endings, and gay robots in space.

Harry Potter’s biggest fan by @gnarf (9k)

Ever since Scorpius heard about Harry Potter for the first time from one of his friends, one could say that he was his biggest fan. So naturally, it would be the thing he needs to talk about while visiting his grandparents for Sunday dinner. Draco’s father could not hold back the comments on why he had to go through this again, and Scorpius understood just enough to know that his father actually knew Harry Potter in person. That’s when the pestering started. Not much later and Draco found himself face to face with Potter, all thanks to his son.

Sunseeker by @shiftylinguini (15k)

Harry is a struggling writer. Namely, he is struggling with: writing his next book, dealing with his agent, finding a decent tea strainer, fielding his friend's concern over the aforementioned book, and figuring out who the cat loitering in his garden belongs to. He also has a slight liking-Malfoy problem. Okay, he has a massive liking-Malfoy problem.

All Roads Lead Home by dracogotgame (14k)

Draco is strong-armed into spending the first Christmas after the War with the Weasleys. And Harry Potter.

Draco Malfoy Absolutely Does Not Need to Be Loved by Harry Bloody Potter by @nv-md (18k)

It’s not easy to be bonded to your childhood rival, turned fuckbuddy, who you also have extremely uncomfortable but repressed feelings for—just ask Draco Malfoy.

Nyctophilia by prolonged_autumn (107k)

Everyone's back for 8th year, and Harry and his friends seem determined to spend their last year in school running around at night, hyped up on coffee and alcohol and Honeydukes candy, doing all the childish things they didn't have the chance to do before. Draco watches as he's always watched: from afar, quiet and bitter and hopelessly in love. That is, until Pansy decides she's had quite enough of it.

#this list got eaten by tumblr halfway done and i re-did it that deserves a medal in my very unbiased opinion #drarry #drarry fic #drarry fic rec #drarry reclist #draco malfoy #drarry fic recs #my recs #fic recs #hpdm #harry potter #fluff #drarry fluff

[maximumsass]

Green Eyes of Envy Pt. 3

The Real Gif for the fanfic

The Top I’m Referencing

Synopsis: You and Mel have overcome all that you have to get to this night, THE FIRST DATE!! Will Melissa get you to that orgasmic bliss she’s been dying to see you in? Is it possible that you have your own little surprise for the gorgeous redhead?! Was choosing each other the right move?! All of these questions revealed and more!

Author’s Note: Hey my lovely fanfic village! I know I’m late with this but I literally fell asleep not once but two nights in a row trying to finish this sucker so I apologize from the bottom of my sapphic fanfic riddled heart! I was very excited to write this one because this is what both Mel and the reader have been waiting and longing for, for a very long time. And to create this just makes my sappy sapphic heart very happy. I hope you like all the cuteness as well as the hot steaminess! Please let me know what you think!! And please send me any requests that you beautiful people have! Sending all da love and hugs!

Warning: SMUTT!! And of course fluff!

Part 1

Part 2

Word Count: 3.1k

You were jamming out as you finished applying your makeup. She said she’s only gay for me. And I don’t know what to believe. Yeah she said she’s only gay for me, gay for me! You belt out. You’re wearing a tight black v neck that shows just enough cleavage to tease her until she’s taking it off you. You paired that with a brown leather jacket and dark wash jeans and to top it off your mini black boots.

You hear a knock on the front door. That’s weird you think, you weren’t expecting anyone and you were Ubering to Mel’s and still had 30 minutes until you had to call the Uber. You finish applying your cherry red lipstick and then go to the door.

You open the door and there standing before you is Jessica Rabbit herself and is holding a gorgeous bouquet of red roses. She looks stunning in a short sleeve red top with a scoop neck that is accentuating her gorgeous goods, with her infamous black leather pants and red heels. You gasp.

“Oh my god! What are you doing here?!” You exclaim as you step aside and gesture for her to come in.

“If you really think that you’re Ubering anywhere if I’m available and know that you need a ride somewhere, you better think again.” She says with a big smirk.

You roll your eyes. “You don’t have to do that, you know. Thank you for the gorgeous flowers.” You say quietly as you take the flowers from her, set them aside and pull her in for a kiss.

When you break the kiss, she caresses your cheek. “I know I don’t have to. But I want to, I want to take care of you, make your life easier, that’s my job now. You my dear just need to let me. Can you at least try to let me take care of you?” She asks you gently.

“Fine. I guess I’ll let you be my personal chauffeur.” You tease her with a chuckle.

She smacks your ass. “You little shit!” She exclaims. “Now go finish getting ready. The sooner we get back to my house, the sooner we eat and the sooner we eat, the sooner I’ll be giving you the best orgasm you’ve had in your life.” She says with a huge smirk on her face.

“Someone’s confident!” You chuckle, you pull her in for a quick kiss and then you run to get everything so you can head out.

Once you’re both out the door, she takes your hand and when your fingers interlock, it feels like you’ve finally found your missing puzzle piece. She walks you to her truck, opens the door and holds your hand as you step up into the truck. As she shuts your door you scramble over to her side and open her door for her because she’s not the only gentlewoman between the two of you! And then you scramble back to your seat.

“You didn’t have to open my door, ya know.” She said as she slides into her seat.

“As a gorgeous woman told me tonight, let me take care of you, woman!” You say give her a look that says try me.

She pulls out of your complex and starts heading to her place. 80s ballads play quietly as you stare out the window, for the first time since you said yes to the date, you feel your stomach start tying itself up in nerves. You feel her hand on your thigh and you simultaneously get chills and feel a wave of calm wash over you. You place your hand over hers and interlace your fingers with hers.

“I know it hasn’t been easy to get to this point. But I haven’t felt so happy and excited about dating and being with someone in years. And I’m so grateful that we chose each other and decided to give us a chance.” She says with quiet vulnerability as she looks at you adoringly.

You take her hand and kiss it. “I feel the same way Mel. And I don’t know what it is, but I feel like it’s been a long time coming and we’ll find out that what we’ve been searching for is in each other.” You say smiling.

You get to her place, and unbuckle your seatbelt. “(Y/N), will you please let me get your door for you and help you out of the truck?” She asks gently as she takes your hand and squeezes it.

“Since you asked so nicely, I will, just for you.” You say as you lean over and kiss her cheek.

She gets out, comes around to your side, opens your door and takes your hand and helps you out of the truck. You walk up the steps, she opens the door and gestures for you to go in first. You step in and the smell of lasagna, freshly cooked, washes over you.

“Oh my god Mel, that smells so fucking good, if it smells that good, I can’t imagine how it’s gonna taste!” You exclaim as you wiggle a little with excitement.

The redhead watches you with a huge smile on her face. “I don’t think you know how cute you are.” She says with a chuckle. She walks towards you and pulls you in for a hug and then kisses you with slow burning passion.

She walks arm in arm with you into the kitchen. She takes out a knife and starts cutting into the lasagna.

“Where are your plates and utensils? I’ll set the table while you’re cutting the lasagna.” You say as you put your hand on the small of her back.

“The plates are in the cabinets to the left of the sink and the utensils are in the drawer to the right of the sink.” She instructs while still focusing on the lasagna.

You grab two plates and a knife and fork for you both. You set the plates down and put the knife on the left of the plate and the fork on the right. You grab a napkin and set it at her place and grab a few for yourself.

“Let me get the drinks too gorgeous. Where are the glasses and what do you want to drink?” You say as you lean on the island admiring how focused she is on dinner.

“I bought some wine at the store today, it’s on the counter by the fridge. And then the wine glasses are in the cabinet next to the plate cabinet.” She says as she finishes up with the lasagna.

You grab the glasses and find the wine and open it, thankfully it’s a screw off top. And pour hers first, and then walk it over to her, she’s put one slice on your plate and one on hers and she’s patiently waiting for you at the table. Looking at you with desire with those emerald eyes of hers but you also detect an ounce of shock in them as well.

“For you my gorgeous and amazing chef. Thank you for making this delicious dinner for us.” You say softly in her ear and then you kiss her head.

Once you are seated and ready to eat, you lift your glass. “To our first date, May it be better than either of us could ever imagined and a memory we cherish forever. Cheers!” You say with a smile and you clink glasses with Mel.

“Cheers, pretty girl!” She says to you mirroring your smile. “So this is my Nonna’s lasagna, and we used to have it for special occasions when I was a kid, and I consider this a very special occasion so of course I had to make it for tonight.” She says softly.

You put your hand on her thigh and squeezed it in appreciation.

You start cutting your lasagna and then blow on it before excitedly shoving it into your mouth. An explosion of flavors dances in your mouth, you might physically be in Philly right now but your mouth is frolicking through Italy currently. You can’t help but moan a little. It's so goddamn good!

Melissa gets this huge grin on her face. “See, I’m already making you moan.” She teases you.

“Shut up!” You exclaim playfully hitting her arm. “I will have to personally thank Nonna herself! You’ve seriously outdone yourself Mel, this is incredible! Top 5 meals I’ve ever had hands down.” You say beaming at her.

“I’m so glad you like it!” She says excitedly.

You focus on eating the delicious meal when you feel her looking at you. “You’re staring at me miss! Eat your dinner before it gets cold.” You tease her.

“You are always surprising me (Y/N) and tonight is no exception. Joe and I were married for 12 years and I can count on one hand how many times he helped me with dinner in any capacity. And of course there’s Gary and other guys who were never anything I considered serious but were around for months at a time and they didn’t lift a damn finger when we ate together. And then you walk in on night one, first date, and you jump right in and get everything ready while I’m finishing up with the food. And it’s mind blowing to me because this gorgeous little 29 year old girl is showing me how I should’ve been treated this whole damn time and I didn’t even have to ask you! What did I do to deserve you?” She says softly with a look of astonishment.

You wipe your mouth and then get up and sit on her lap and wrap your arms around her neck and lean your head against hers.

“First of all, every one of those guys were idiots. And I’m sorry that they didn’t help you, that is such a low bar and for them not to meet it is honestly pathetic on their part. We are a team and I want to make your life easier and if I know I can do something to achieve that, you better believe I’m doing it. You were right that this is how you deserve to be treated, and as long as you keep me around I’ll always treat you like the queen you are, gorgeous girl.” You say as you caress her cheek and gaze adoringly into her eyes.

She pulls you in for a kiss that’s long and slow and you feel yourself ache for her. Somehow her hands find their way to your torso and begin to go under your shirt, she looks to you for permission and you nod. She slowly glides her hands slowly over your stomach as if she’s trying to memorize what every inch of you feels like. You can’t help but shudder and hiss from her intoxicating touch.

“You’re being such a good girl.” She says in your ear in her deep husky voice.

And that just makes you stop breathing because you can’t believe this is actually happening.

While her hands are exploring your body, you make yourself busy by gently kissing her neck. And then you go from kissing to nibbling which produces a deep gorgeous moan from the redhead.

“Now who’s being the good girl?” You ask seductively in her ear.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” She instructs you.

You pull her in for a heated desperate kiss that both makes you moan. You then get up from her lap and walk towards the bedroom a little and then you turn and you make sure you have her full attention and then proceed to take off your shirt and dramatically toss it to the floor.

Melissa is now looking at you like she’s the lioness and you’re the cute little antelope she wants to devour. She comes at you so fast and before you understand what is happening she is pushing you against the hallway wall and is kissing you with such desire, teeth knocking, tongues clashing, she’s biting your lips, hands tangled in your hair making sure that your bodies are grinding on each other. She pulls you away from the wall and in one motion has somehow undone your bra clasps and is throwing your bra to the floor.

You gently push her away and then take her chin gently and lock eyes. “You better start stripping off your clothes baby girl.” You say in a low seductive voice.

She practically drags you into the bedroom. You both rip off the clothes that y’all are wearing. This is the first time you are seeing Mel in all her naked glory.

“Get the fuck on the bed.” You whisper to her.

“But I was supposed to…” She says and before she can finish you place two fingers on her lips.

“That wasn’t a suggestion. I promise you will get your turn to have your way with me. But you always put everyone else before yourself and tonight and moving forward that’s not going to happen. What you don’t seem to understand is that you are a literal goddess and you should always be treated as such. Your body needs to be worshiped. Let me worship your body Mel and please you in ways you didn’t know were possible.” You say softly to her.

You move close to her and with your hand you gently glide your fingers through her folds and lightly graze upwards to her stomach and finding its way to her luscious breast, over her nipple, and all the way up her neck until you finish with caressing her cheek. She looks at you astonished and speechless.

“Now be a good girl and get on the bed.” You say to her softly.

She nods and gets on the bed. Once she seems comfortable you get on and you start kissing her slow and soft, you can feel her desire to have you please her radiating off of every kiss. You start with her neck and you kiss every inch of her. When you get down to her breasts you spend extra time and attention on them. You lick her nipples softly at first and then you’re sucking them and then you are gently biting them, you feel her shudders, and hear her moans and praises “Fuck (Y/N)!, Yes keep going baby, You’re doing so good!”.

You know that she’s self conscious about her stomach but you need her to know that you think that every part of her is perfect. So you are gentle and kiss and trace and softly remind her of how beautiful you think she is.

Then you are at her legs, you kiss and graze your fingers along them as well as her feet. And then you turn your attention to her pussy, you’re about to do the thing that you’ve been fantasizing about for months. You slowly and barely graze your hands over it.

“(Y/N) please I need to feel you! I need you inside of me.” She says in frustration.

And that’s all you need to hear, you slide your fingers through her folds as you start gliding up and down with some pressure. She’s already glistening with her beautiful wetness.

“You’re already so wet for me baby. You’re doing such a great job.” You praise her as you look at her with a big smile.

You quickly find her clit and you start rubbing it slowly because you don’t want her to cum just yet. She’s practically levitating off the bed with how much she’s shaking and her moans and praise have only gotten louder. You slip your fingers into her and oh my god is she tight. You can tell that she’s about to hit that orgasmic high. You pump your fingers in and out at a good pace, not too fast but not too slow. She’s growing tighter and tighter around your fingers. You get down and put your mouth on her clit and lick her clit while you keep pumping and what feels to be a matter of seconds she screams out and a wave of cum comes flowing right into your mouth and oh my god does she taste amazing! You slow down your fingers and you watch her ride that high and you can’t believe how lucky you are to get to please her like this. When you know that she’s come down, you slowly remove your fingers.

You crawl up and lay down next to her and take her in your arms as she tries to catch her breath. “I want you to taste how delicious you are.” You whisper and then you softly kiss her. “I need you to know that you are so beautiful and seeing you in your orgasmic bliss makes me feel like the luckiest girl that I get to please you and get you to that gorgeous state. You really are my goddess Mel, forever and always.” You say softly to her as you stroke her hair.

“I can’t believe that I have you, what you just did to me was mind blowing. And this is coming from decades and decades of sex. The way you know my body and this just being the first time is unbelievable. You’ve wrecked me y’know, I will need those magic fingers and that gorgeous mouth of yours for the rest of my life.” She says as she gazes up at you in pure awe.

“I will happily be all yours for the rest of your life.” You say and then kiss her forehead.

“You mean it?” She asks quietly and you can see the vulnerability in her eyes.

You nod and then kiss her gently.

Then she rallies and you better believe delivers in full of getting you to that orgasmic bliss.

When you have come down from your high and caught your breath. You’re entangled in each other, not knowing where you start and she ends. You know that you would be so damn happy if laying with her like this is what the rest of your future held.

“You know what I just thought of?” You ask her with a mischievous smile.

“Do I want to know?” She teases you.

“I just realized that you’re my little florist girlfriend now.” You say and then you can’t help but giggle.

“Shut up!” She exclaims and playfully hits you.

“What?! I just speak the truth!” You tease.

“What am I going to do with you?” She asks with a big smirk.

“Lay with me like this every night.” You say with a smile.

“I think I can do that.” She says and then she yawns.

“Get some sleep and have sweet dreams my gorgeous girl.” You whisper softly and kiss her on her head.

And then you drift off to sleep yourself being held by the woman who has definitely stolen your heart.

#abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #fanfic #wlw #lesbian #queer #pansexual #biseuxal

[piratefishmama]

Beware the Thorns

(a NSFW multi-part ficlet)

In many in journalistic circles, Eddie Munson, was Steve Harrington’s partner. The eye candy on his arm, cool, indifferent to everyone, he didn’t stray to the cameras for his five minutes of fame, he breezed by them as if he were just… better than them.

He was beautiful, skin like pale porcelain, dark curls full of lustre, and volume, dark doe eyes mysterious and inviting, broad shoulders, slender waist. His body only ever donned in the most expensive of dark fabrics, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Dolce, nothing touched his skin but perfection.

To those who knew him better, he was Eddie Munson, professional escort, his services were expensive, he catered only to the rich, but he was good at his job.

Services included attending events, non-sexual but intimate bathing, the ‘boyfriend’ package, something Steve had been paying for, for ooooooh two years now? Long distance work, sex… sex was usually a given according to MOST people, and they did like to try and argue for it being included in the price of something basic, but Eddie charged more for it, and was often coy and promising enough to make them wait for him if he wanted to hold off.

And boy did he have them on a hook when he held off, the hunger to sink into his pert little ass keeping them paying, and paying, and paying for his time, for his presence on their arm. He was worth the wait, but he didn’t want to give in too fast, less they cut ties after getting what they wanted, they were his business, he had to keep them wanting.

He was a long game escort, he wasnt a wham bam ka-ching thank u ma’am/man kind of deal, wasnt a one and done sex worker. He put more time into it. He put serious effort into it. He was good at it.

He even had his own website.

Granted the website was listed as something else entirely so you had to know what you were looking for because wow, some of it was illegal, but word of mouth got him around more than enough to keep the lights on in his Indianapolis penthouse apartment, it was cosy, had everything he needed.

It helped that his clients were LOADED. One had to know where to go to get those big bucks, had to know which big fish to dangle the worm in front of.

He’d dangled that worm in front of Steve Harrington while on the arm of someone else, there were… rumours, of his sexuality floating about, stories from his high school years, that one gay bar he’d been spotted in with his friends, the way he’d touch pretty men, and look a little longer than necessary at things a straight boy shouldn’t be looking at while high as a kite.

He just hadn’t come out yet, at least, he hadn't until Eddie had been seen on his arm at a charity gala, having appeared to jump ship from the arm of the Hagan boy somewhere behind the scenes.

Nobody could get a word from the sole heir of the Hagan Hotel fortune as to what happened either, lips were zipped shut on the matter, he hadn't even tried to smear Eddie's name which some journalists found. Strange. Given Hagan's verbal evisceration of his previous exes.

Tommy wasn’t… bad, per-say.

He could be sweet when he wanted to be, but he rarely wanted to be. He was also overconfident, he lacked the ability to hold insults to himself, and had on more than one occasion called Eddie a useless whore in a fit of anger over some such nonsense.

So. Eddie cut those ties at the first big fish opportunity.

He was one of Eddie’s… longer lasting clients though, the half a year he spent seeing him regularly was… sometimes okay, the sex was fun, access to the good drugs was awesome since Hagan didn’t shy away from them, and he got paid nicely for his time, but he was glad he didn’t have to spend all his time with the man as an actual partner would have.

Probably would have strangled him by now.

Steve Harrington wasn’t like him though… Steve was his favourite client.

~~

Eddie Munson had waltzed into Steve Harringtons life with all the ease and grace of a man who’d lived in wealth his entire life.

Like a rose he was beautiful, but hidden beneath the pretty petals there were thorns to consider.

He wasn’t truly his, and therein lay the thorns. He was paying for the privilege of his company, paying for him on his arm, paying for him to breeze by flashing cameras in fancy suits, paying for him to act the part of a loving, attentive boyfriend for the paparazzi trying to catch a glimpse of his love life.

It was easier to pay a professional, than allow a civilian into his life.

It was easier to bring Eddie home with him, watch him waltz around his living room in his tailored semi-sheer silk button-down shirt, tucked neatly into his black Gucci tux trousers, his blazer left draped over one of the chairs, it was easy watching him sway, the twinkle of his draping silver chain ear cuff catching the light from the lit lamps amidst beautiful dark curls, his slender hips swaying to the quiet music Steve had put on that evening after a long night of schmoozing with the press, with his peers.

People who probably knew who Eddie truly was, but… were tight-lipped enough not to spill the beans, because blowing that whistle would of course shine a spotlight on how they’d know.

It was safer for them to just smile and nod.

It was easy, joining him, slipping behind him, and pulling him close, ass to groin, trailing kiss after kiss down his warm, smooth neck, hands on his hips easing him back, into him, close to him in a slow, rhythmic grind of intent.

Easy to convey what he wanted to a professional, knowing he’d get it.

It was easy to lose himself in the idea that this man was his to take to bed, and because he wasn’t truly his, but an employee…

It was easy to let him go in the morning, his wallet some three grand lighter, depending on what they did the night before… it was easy… until it wasn’t easy anymore.

Until the brief press of lips to his forehead as he feigned sleep in the morning, and the soft rustle of his wallet being rifled through for the exact amount owed and nothing more, because he’d long since told Eddie where he kept it, and gave him permission to just take what was owed and go if he had to go.

Until all the things he’d found so easy about Eddie’s presence in his life… stopped being easy for his heart to ignore.

The soft press of lips to his brow in silent goodbye left him wanting nothing more than to pull his beautiful porcelain rose, thorns and all, back into bed and demand he stay just a few more hours, the feel of his body pressed close in the night, curled under the Egyptian cotton sheets with him, had him lying awake at night longing for the sun to take just a little longer to rise.

Eddie Munson wasn’t his. Not really.

And maybe, maybe he figured, as he slipped on a pair of dark leather gloves for his early Monday meeting, the touch of his hired lover still lingering on his skin, the bruising hickey the brunette had left during the night, before disappearing before dawn as he KNEW Steve had an early meeting, knuckles cracking as he flexed them within the reinforced gloves.

Maybe, he figured as the iron knuckles embedded in his gloves met the soft, weak, easily breakable jaw of the latest person to cross him and his business partners, the sickening crunch of bone breaking beneath skin...

Maybe Eddie not really being his was a good thing.

That didn’t stop him, or his heart, from wanting.

It being a good thing didn’t stop his hands from dialling those digits he’d long since memorised, he didn’t even need them saved in his contacts, he had them, the only number he’d ever memorized, he had it there by pure muscle memory. A number carved into his very soul.

Sometimes even if he wasn’t trying to call the brunette, his fingers would dial as if his heart had simply taken over his mind when it came to him. This time however, he purposefully dialled.

After cleaning his hands of the sickly, dark red that’d stained them, gotten under the fabric of his gloves and ruined them, he dialled, knowing that when his addiction answered, and he always answered… everything would feel okay again.

The racing of his heart would slow, calm would wash over him like waves slowing their turbulent rolls after a storm had passed.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite person in the whole wide world~” his voice thick and throaty, he always sounded so fucked out when he answered the phone, like the strongest whiskey mixed with the finest of honey. Steve knew this wasn’t a greeting purely for him, Eddie didn’t save numbers, he didn’t to keep his clients safe in case the police got hold of his phone, and he sure as fuck didn’t speak like that in private, he’d heard Eddie in private…

Heard him when the brunette didn’t think he could hear, when he thought Steve to still be in the shower, he was on the phone to someone, probably a friend, who Steve didn’t know but definitely not a client, Eddie always sounded different when speaking to a client… somewhere deep down… Steve almost wished he had that relationship with him instead. Almost.

He did wished he could see the real him, hear the real him instead of this imposter, instead of the façade he put on, it worked for him, fuck did it work, he could fuck his own fist for hours just listening to that voice, but… he wanted more, he’d wanted more for some time.

But he’d take what he could get. If all Eddie would give him were an imposter, then… an imposter he’d take. It wasn’t as though Steve were being truly honest about himself either.

Thorns. So many little thorns.

“Flatterer” he hummed, earning a deep laugh from the speaker that had his heart thump against his ribcage, fuck, he didn’t deserve that laugh, didn’t deserve the warmth it filled him with, a man lay broken not far from his feet, blood pooled around his head, barely alive, he didn’t deserve the warmth Eddie gave him.

But he’d greedily soak what was offered up.

Eddie didn’t seem surprised it was him either, which was nice, it made his greeting seem all the more real, he just… adapted, quick as lightning “as if you don’t deserve it, are you gonna be home tonight, baby?” Deep down he knew this wasn’t Eddie… deep down there was a fiery, excitable, loud, nerdy man hidden beneath the surface probably cringing at the tone of voice being used, but it was what he was allowed to hear, it was all Eddie was willing to share with him, and that was okay.

In every part of his life, he was in control, he could have what he wanted, get what he demanded… but with Eddie… he got what he was given, and he was happy for it.

“I should be home by eight…”

“Ugh good… I’ve missed you, sweetheart.” Whether it was the truth or not Steve never knew, he liked to believe it was, he liked to think his addiction missed him as much as he missed his addiction while he was away “what do you want for dinner?” He smiled against the phone, silent for a moment as he basked in the domesticity of it all, how easily Eddie made him just… BELIEVE that he was a sweet housewife, ready to tend to his every need “… baby?”

“Just thinking… you know I love everything you cook, so many options…” Eddie was incredible at everything, he used a knife better than some of his most skilled bodyguards, men who’d trained with a bladed weapon for most of their lives, he had two ex-black ops on his staff and neither of them could handle a knife quite like him, of course comparing them wasn’t exactly fair, one used it to fillet fish and cut vegetables, the others… cut into other things.

He liked Eddie’s use of them far more than the other.

“Want me to surprise you?” He liked giving Eddie creative freedom, liked it far more than when he told him what to do, telling him… didn’t always get the best results, Eddie liked his freedom to create far too much, surprises tended to feel more… personal, tailored to what he thought Steve might like.

“Please, I could never choose, it’s all so good” another laugh, softer, it sounded so real… so honest, a spell he dare not break by saying the wrong thing, tearing into the space they created together, the fantasy life together by insinuating that this wasn’t the norm… that he couldn’t always have Eddie making his dinner like he longed for.

“Have a safe flight, okay? I’ll see you when you get home…” he was doing something, couldn’t stay on the call, was he with someone else? No… he’d never answer if he was with someone else, the thought made him grip the phone tighter though, jealousy coursing through him at the mere idea that someone else could be occupying his time… stealing his attention away. “Love you, baby” it wasn’t real, just a fantasy.

It still made all his fears, all his worries vanish, pop like bubbles, washed away by the torrent of warmth that flooded him with those simple words.

“Love you too” he only wished Eddie’s words were as real as his own.

Part 2

#PirateWrites #BewareTheThornsFiclet #No Upside Down AU #Steddie #Escort!Eddie #Shady!Steve

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Creepypasta As DanAndPhilGAMES Quotes After The Revival

Toby: I’ve graduated into fuckland

Jeff: just stop speaking

Toby: okay

Toby: soft launching the gay

Jeff: I’m gonna hard launch you out of that window

Liu: know what I mean?

Jeff: no

Jeff: is it hard for you to speak sometimes

Lyra: did that work

Jeff: not really

Lyra: I tried really hard

Jeff: what is the most emo clothing we got here

Jeff: my brother, WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE

Lyra: look at this magnificent bitch

Brian: communities that shit together stay together

Jeff: I will try to be normal

Tim: where’s your mind at

Toby: where’s your mom at

Toby: and now I’m wet in this suit

Lyra: uhhhhhhhhhh

Lyra: you pissed?

Toby: I’m gonna stop breathing

Jeff: thank you, Toby, that’s a good volunteer

Ben: maybe they got struck by lightning

Jeff: where was the lightning bitch

Ben: I’m gonna haunt every generation of your family

Tim: should we take it in turns with the swinging?

Tim: that’s what someone’s mom said last night

Game: it’s been a long day

Liu, to Jeff: me sitting next to you

Brian: I’m grabbing my boobs

Sally: is it an alien or Squidward? What are we being chased by?

Sally: it’s hard for me to tell

Liu: THATS THE SHADOW OF THE ROSE ITS NOT A DEMON

Jeff: if that baby comes out I’m gonna kill you

Toby: I’d like that

Toby: you know what they say about big feet

Lyra: what

Toby: big socks

Lyra: okay

Jeff: half an hour montage of Tobias Rogers attempting to learn how to put on a cape

Toby: can you help

Jeff: no

Toby: and then I just saw some lightning happening in the microwave and thought “what a beautiful night for a thunderstorm”

Sally: I don’t do drugs I don’t know what grams are

Lyra: im hot I don’t know how to count

Jeff: maybe I am heaven

Sally, pointing at plastic spiders: that’s Ben. That’s Ben 2. That’s Ben 3

Liu: I’m gonna give us a solid 7/10 on that one

Jeff: just a seven? Are you fucking kidding me

Liu: I was being humble

Jeff: fuck humble

Jeff: do you ever reflect on our lives and just think… stop

Liu: yeah all the time

Tim: I wanna fuck the Eiffel tower

Jeff: dead people in France

Liu: STOP IT

Ben: im gonna hit you with a meteor

Sally: im gonna microwave you

Toby: can I just show you something

Jeff: is it a dead person in France

Jeff: im in my cougar era. Watch out twinks, Jeff is on the prowl

Lyra: I wanna do things to this house

Liu, through his teeth: what do you want to do to the house, Lyra?

Liu, through his teeth: respect the house, Lyra

Jeff: what happens when you tap the emo dragon

Liu: you want me to tap it?

Jeff: yeah

Liu: *taps dragon*

*g note plays*

Jeff: that’s damn right

Ben: I do not think playing this game is how Christ would want us to start his season but here we are

Jeff: but Santa would and so would his brother, Satan

Ben: okay

Jeff: I don’t own any sex toys that go chomp chomp

Jeff: but nice to know that you do

Jeff: I’d say Jesus Christ but I know he’s not listening right now

Toby: five strokes and you’re done

Jeff: that’s what they call me. Five strokes Jeffy

Jeff: who’s they? What am I saying?

*trying to figure out what lmb stands for*

Jeff: lobotomy maybe bestie

Toby: look mate… BITCH

Jeff: it’s making you more intelligent that’s why you’re winning at golf

Jeff: we finally found a way to fix you

Sally: you’re banned from friendship

Ben: this is a safe space

*literally five minutes later*

Ben: point at the guy who doesn’t know how to crouch

Lyra: I would like you all to tell me how I can be better at this game

Ben: um don’t walk down hole

Lyra: okay

*playing Lethal Company*

Jeff: Ben’s not here let’s have a party

Ben: please get back on the ship or I’ll be leaving without you

Jeff: we thought we found a wheel. It was a mine

Jeff: they’re both fucking dead as fuck

Ben, laughing: good job

Jeff: Tim, you’re a top bunk kinda guy right?

Tim: that’s not what Tumblr says

Jeff: is that brown Grimace

Jeff: what the fuck am I looking at

Toby: I’ve never watched an episode of My Little Pony

Jeff: no because you’re normal

Game: who invented the lightning rod

Sally: me

Lyra: what’s the opposite of tears

Jeff:

Jeff: piss

Jeff: and the moral of the story is

Jeff: fuck books

Jeff: get paper cuts

Liu: no

Jeff: what

Liu: stop

Jeff: oh I missed this completely

Liu: is there some kind of grimy wall from your childhood we need to talk about

Jeff: it’s you bitch

Lyra: I put up flyers for car washing. I washed someone’s car and then they said I scratched it with my rings. Why was an eight year old wearing rings?

Jeff: did they try to scam an eight year old?

Lyra: YES

Jeff: you should’ve killed them

Brian: I would give birth to a child on this

Tim: yes

Brian: I would eat the child straight off it

Tim: no

Liu: let’s just grab an apple and try our best

Toby: hey Siri what’s 25+6

Ben:

Ben: girl-

Ben: 31

Toby: 29

*playing Poppy Playtime*

Jeff, to a toy oven: come with me, Owen

Liu: Owen needs to stay where he is

Jeff: I will love you, Owen

Jeff: I don’t like to contribute I just like to judge

Liu: but, Jeff, what is a VPN?

Jeff: virtual private gnome

Liu: gnome begins with a g

Jeff: :0

Sally: everything is just too heavy

Sally: even milk like

Sally: why are you heavy

Lyra: honestly liquid needs to calm down

Lyra: you know what we say about

superstitions

Liu: that they’re not real?

Lyra:

Lyra: do you wanna fight

Toby: just like Sonic The Hedgehog we’re going speed dating

Toby: … as he was known to do

Ben: what

Toby: what fictional characters could we see here

Toby: what are you expecting

Lyra: I’m expecting an anime boy

Lyra: I don’t know who else

Toby: Bill Clinton

Lyra: okay

Toby: he’s real

Jeff: I don’t care if Mozart did this when he was five he’s a nerd

Liu, about baboons: they only live up to 30 years in the wild and 45 years in captivity

Jeff: oh my god you’ve only got a couple years left

Ben: life comes at you fast and so does Trombone Champ

Tim: unleash the babussy

Jeff: did you just g note me with a fucking trombone

Jeff: last time I lost my voice. I’m loud as fuck today you’re gonna wish I had

Lyra: they ate

Liu: okay

Jeff: I was 26 doing that on YouTube

Jeff: fuck yeah good for me

Jeff: did you know that we are celebrities

Toby: celebritenis

Jeff: we are vips

Toby: vipenis

Jeff: we are influenc-

Jeff: *vomit noise*

Jeff: what did you just say

Toby: vipenis

Jeff:

Sally: when I did 23andme it said I was 8% lobster and I think we all know why

Brian: I think I looked snatched

Toby: *dies laughing*

Brian: did I use that right

Jeff: look it’s hard being this pretty

Lyra, reading the question: if they were having a party, what would they serve

Jeff: cunt

Jeff: sorry

Toby: I mean anything could’ve slipped onto something

Jeff: what

Toby: I don’t know what I mean

Jeff: oh god

#creepypasta #creepypasta incorrect quotes #jeff the killer #jeffery woods #homicidal liu #liu woods #ticci toby #tobias rogers #ben drowned #benjamin lawman #sally creepypasta #sally williams #luring lyra #lyra rogers #tim wright #tim wright masky #masky #brian thomas #brian thomas hoodie #hoodie #incorrect quotes

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@sparklingnight02 : Okay but how would the ladies react to the reader taking them on some romantic outing only to get down on one knee and pull out a ring box and ask them to marry them?

Fuck yeah! Love this request. Let’s see what happens… (Also, sorry if you asked me something and I haven’t gotten to it yet. Rest assured it’s coming!)

Alcina:

(Haha, get it? ‘Cause she’s a wine mom?) Y/N, for once, had a big brain moment. They remembered how much Alcina treasured her time as a jazz singer, so they scoured through eBay, Amazon, and creepy old peoples’ yard sales to find recordings of Alcina singing. They got lucky and scored a bootleg live recording of her singing “I’m Beginning to See the Light” by Ella Fitzgerald from a… let’s say interesting acquaintance of Duke’s (This man high key collected ketchup packets. Like, sir. Who hurt you??). Y/N set up a beautiful picnic on the roof of the castle and had the record of Alcina playing for when she walked out. Y/N was already down on one knee and held out a ring that was custom-made just for her (And her giant sausage fingies). Alcina had to immediately bite down the ugly sobs just to tell Y/N how much she loves them and that yes, she would marry them… Then she ugly sobbed. (And damn near caused a tsunami off the side of the castle).

Donna:

Donna loves nature and plants of all kinds. So, Y/N figured the easiest way for them to pop the question would be to take her on a nice stroll through the bountiful trees surrounding Beneviento Manor. Donna also doesn’t like to go out much so this would be a low-stress date for her. Y/N can actually be a clever fuck when they want to be because they banked on the idea that Donna would not need to have Angie to communicate through since it would just be her and Y/N. (Not today, demon doll!) During their walk, the two lovers passed by a particularly beautiful tree. Y/N stopped in front of the tree which confused Donna, before she noticed them getting down on one knee. She brought her hands to her mouth in shock as Y/N asked her to marry them. She couldn’t believe it at first, but she soon found herself saying “Yes” repeatedly to Y/N’s question before they shared a moonlit kiss. (I love that for them. Precious. Much cute. Wow).

Miranda:

Y/N knew that the only way they were going to get Miranda to leave her lab was if they told her that they had made a big scientific breakthrough… However, Miranda knows that Y/N is a complete idiot and fuck-up so she’s immediately suspicious. Y/N led Miranda to a secluded spot where they had set up a nice little picnic with all of Miranda’s favorite foods (Like that yucky-looking soup we saw Miranda, disguised as Mia, making at the beginning of the game). No lie, Miranda was touched when she saw all the effort Y/N went to… but she acted like it was a big waste of her time. Y/N could see the happy glint in her eyes though. After they ate, Y/N stood and took Miranda’s hand before kneeling down on one knee. They slipped a beautiful ring on her finger and asked if she would be their wife. (It was a nice, sensible ring so she could still wear it while she worked… Good job, Y/N!) Miranda almost (ALMOST!) teared-up at Y/N’s heartfelt proposal… but she cleared her throat, rolled her eyes and said “Fine”… She cried about it in the bathroom later while Y/N was asleep tho XD

Bela:

Haha, she gay… Anyway. Y/N called Bela into the library where they laid out a trail of rose petals for her to follow. She eventually found Y/N in their favorite place to read by the window. Y/N was sitting and holding Bela’s favorite book (I dunno, Wuthering Heights or some romantic shit like that). They gently patted the spot next to them with a shit-eating grin and Bela laughed softly while she sat down to join them. Bela read a few pages out loud to Y/N, but when she turned one particular page over, a ring fell out onto her lap. She was very confused, but Y/N grabbed it before getting down on one knee and asking her to marry them… Alarming amounts of makeup (Eyeliner? Mascara, I guess? I don’t really know anything about makeup lol) started rolling down her cheeks as she sobbed out “Yes”. Y/N was so happy that they immediately kissed her and nuzzled her face… effectively coating themself in Bela’s soggy makeup… eww.

Cassandra:

This proposal scenario is decidedly less romantic than all of the others (Also, Y/N didn’t take her on a date first…) Y/N has actually asked Cass to marry them no less than 10 times since they began dating (She always says no XD). They just love her so much and she gives the best hugs when Y/N’s upset (Kinda like a murderous, sadistic teddy bear). They want to be around her constantly… And honestly, that’s probably for the best. Y/N tends to get into a lot of chaos when Cass isn’t supervising them… Maybe she should put 'em on a leash 😏 One day, Y/N decides that they simply cannot live another day without Cass being married (or at least engaged) to them. From the moment they wake up they keep asking Cass over and over to marry them. Nonstop. At hyper speed. Cass finally has enough and just gives in out of frustration… Like I said. Not very romantic, but it got the job done.

Daniela:

Y/N could tell Dani was dropping mad hints that she wanted to get married. Like this one: “Baby! Look at this! Duke has engagement rings on sale! Which one do you think would look good on me?”… Subtlety isn’t her specialty, folks. Y/N also knew that Dani wasn’t going to let them off easy with just some basic proposal either. I am convinced she is the type to want a grand romantic gesture. Y/N decided to propose by serenading her one night outside of her window. (In full aristocratic clothing that Dani loves in those stupid romance novels. smh). Armed only with a guitar, Y/N sang her a love song (Whatever song you hc personally). Yes, their singing sucked and they forgot a bunch of the words, but Dani was too busy trying to do her hair and put on makeup while Y/N was singing to listen much anyway… This was her night and she was going to look fucking fabulous, okay?! She came out to listen to the end of the song on her balcony before swarming down to join Y/N on the ground. She was pretty much already sobbing when she saw Y/N get down on one knee and hold out a ring (It was the one that she said she liked best when she tried it on at Duke’s)… A lot of, ahem, appreciation was expressed that night.

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x y/n #cassandra dimitrescu #re8 shitpost #y/n is stupid #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #mother miranda x reader #donna beneviento x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader

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request for valentines day celebration!! prompt 4, 6 and 12 with emo!wanda x reader. where wanda is trying to hint (kinda new avenger) reader that she’s likes them 🤭🤭 fluffy emo!wanda is my fave

The secret admirer

warnings: fluff , mention of some avengers, stucky ( being gay for a bit)

a/n: mwah enjoy <3

“ Looks like someone got some new things from their secret admirer,” Natasha says as she walks into the kitchen, met with the view of some of the prettiest bouquets of flowers accompanies by a fresh plate of french toast. 

“ Roses are red, violets are blue, I know I can't rhyme, but I want to date you,” you read aloud to her, smiling a bit at the cheesy pickup line the person left for you. 

In the past couple of weeks, someone in the compound had been leaving things for you, planning it when you least expect it and you haven’t been able to figure it out. 

“ There are flowers in the front of your door y/n” 

“Who from?” you ask her, reading some papers from a meeting.

“I think that you have a secret admirer.” Natasha taunts as she brings the flowers to your room, confused as to why someone would leave flowers. Being past widows, neither of you were even aware that people did this but you took the flowers in your room for a pop of color.

“ Are you sure that you didn’t send these Natty? I promise to let you down easy if you do” you jokingly tell her.

“ Oh sweet y/n,” Natasha starts off,” I think we’ve established that the only chance that I’d consider to date you is if you were the only other person on earth”. 

“ Ouch Romanoff, my heart,” you dramatically say. Both of you had been good friends, meeting each other in the red room, escaping together, and now in a team together protecting the planet from any sort of threats. All this time together meant that you only saw her as a best friend which both of you were fine with as Natasha had her eyes set on a certain agent at shield.

“ You are you dumb y/n-” 

“ Calling me dumb Natty? Says the one who-” 

“ Hello to both of you,” Wanda says as she walks into the kitchen, looking at the bouquet of flowers on the counter while she witnesses both of her teammates bicker like children. 

The younger brunette tries her best to hide her smile as you observe the flowers. 

What you didn’t know was that Wanda had been the one who was leaving you all of these messages, too shy to admit the feelings that she had for you with a fear of being rejected. A quick google search leads to her leaving presents in your room, and kitchen but you seem to struggle that it’s her. Wanda even left a bit of clue that might help but even those don’t seem to help.

“ So who got the cute flowers?” Wanda curiously asks, looking at the amazing job the florist did with choosing flowers related to love. The roses and tulips bring life to the boring kitchen. 

Natasha out of boredom decides the moment to be quiet to look at the conversation between you too. In her own little investigation, everyone on the team besides Wanda and Sam were the two people left as to who the fuck was sending you all of these things. She assumed at first, Tony would do something like this because he has money to spend for days and he denied it. Bruce only saw you as a friend, Clint has a whole family with kids that he’s very happy to deal with, and Bucky has something going on with Steve that she’ll have to investigate another time while sweet Thot’s heart seemed to belong to Jane foster. 

Wanda seemed to forget that Natasha was in the kitchen with you too as she giggles at the little jokes you throw into the conversation, failing badly at trying to hide the crush but can you blame her if she doesn’t have any sort of experience with it? 

“ y/n you are too funny,” Wanda says placing her hand on your shoulder, wondering if the article on dating is doing the trick to woo you,” always making me laugh”. All Natasha can do is cringe, feeling bad for the younger redhead with her very terrible attempt at flirting. A couple more attempts at flirting, some jokes made by Wanda, and more awkwardness before you leave the kitchen to make your way to train with Clint. Wanda was about to leave as well to try to get the next set of items ready when she was stopped by her teammates who was smiling like crazy, holding in her laughter.

Now all the cheesy sticky notes left for you make sense now.

“ Natasha,” she starts off. 

“ Witchy that was some of the worst flirting I’ve ever seen-” Natasha says before laughing.

“ It’s not that bad Nat, have you seen whatever the fuck Bucky and Steve have been doing?” She asks, a little embarrassed that even the black widow knows about her crush on you. 

“ I did not expect you out of all people to send my y/n those gifts, the only thing that confirmed it was the flirting. Also those pickup lines are so cheesy where did you even get them?”. 

“ not the point,” Wanda tells her before trying to look in the fridge for food but the mighty black widow stops her. Though Wanda can use her powers to just move her, it’s too early to be doing that and she’d have to be lectured by Stark about the use of her powers to mess with people. 

“ It’s been a couple of weeks now Wanda, so when do you plan on telling y/n about your feelings before I don’t know, they just get tired of all the gifts?” Natasha asks the younger woman. They might not be as close but she would hate to see the young woman heartbroken after all of the things that she’s experienced in life so far. At that moment she decided it would be a good idea to help her out with stuff like this.

“ Would you help me out, Natasha? I know that we aren’t close but you know y/n better than anyone and I just want to make this as perfect as possible, like I know that it’s alot to ask so take all of the -” 

“ I’ll help you out witchy with your crush and reveal,” Natasha says which elicited a smile from Wanda. Using what she learned from Sam and Bucky, Wanda holds out her hand to give the older woman in front of her a fist bump instead of a hug but she is relieved when Natasha fistbumps her. 

“ One more week and I’ll make sure y/n will know about your crush,” Natasha ensure her teammate before they head to her room to make up a plan. 

After two hours of romantic plans, Clint joined in and with so many questions that Wanda asked, the plan was finally formed and Wanda could not wait for it to happen.

A week full of busy meetings, training with the senior avengers, Wanda catching Steve and Bucky going at it in the supply closet on accident ( poor girlie ) leads to the both of you spending the weekend at one of Tony’s many cabins near the compound.

As much as Wanda wanted to tell you about her feelings at the compound, she wanted to make sure that it wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone coming in or their pets.

“ So tony just let us borrow it for the weekend?” You ask while you drive together to the cabin.

While you are confused, you are are very happy to take a break from your Avengers stuff, always happy to spend time with the brunette woman. Being earth’s mightiest hero’s left for no free time but when there was some, you’d always take it to spend time with Wanda.

“ something about needing us to bond more since we’re the only two who haven’t spend time alone,” Wanda lies to you , while everyone in the team very much is aware your super close to each other.

“ weird ,” you comment as you pull up into the drive way, always amazed at the size of these cabins and question why the man always needs to go big. Wanda gets her stuff and quickly heads in first before you do, happy to be greeted with a array of desserts, all of them your favorite ones and one last note with a quote that you had said to Wanda when you first met.

“ Wanda maximoff,” she tells herself, “ you are a very pretty girl, you got this, pietro would tell you that you got this.”

You walk into the cabin a couple of minutes after to see Wanda standing in the kitchen next to an array of desserts, getting hungry at the sight of them.

“ WANDA HOW DID YOU DO ALL THIS ?” You say in an excited tone.

“ I wanted to talk about the admirer of yours actually,” she starts off while you sit down at the table along with her.

“ oh that ? Yeah I don’t think it’s Natasha but she’s been spending a lot of time with you , why ?” You casually ask her.

“ well it’s because -“

“ cause she’s only done this once with Bruce and while I know you wouldn’t hurt a single fly, I will throw you out side of a window if you-

“ i dont like Natasha , i like you" she interrupts your ramble before there’s silence between the two of you, the young woman in front of you mad that she didn’t get to do her plan.

“ me ?”

“ you’re so hot your hurting my feeling that I can’t deal, “ she says to you , while you chuckle at the choice of lyrics she uses. Wanda decides to take this opportunity to go towards you , life you of out of your chair to kiss you.

Not the way that she would of imagined it but it’s a memory she’ll cherish forever

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