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thecynthh · 4 months

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confide - M.S

summery - y/n escapes to the balcony of you and matt’s room while a whole party is still buzzing under you, he finds you and lets you know that he still loves you no matter what

notes - MORE FLUFF, guys we needed more fluff, i can make a part 2 with smut in it if u whores like this one 🫶

a/n - this is me putting off smart ass 🤗

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trying to escape the madness of the party happening underneath me i choose to sit on the outdoor couch on the very high balcony i sit at. i started the mini fire pit in front of me as all the supplies for it was just in a box near the door.

the blanket that embraces me is fluffy and soft, as much as i love matt i couldn’t breath in that horrible blanket of tension his mother threw onto me. i was drilled with questions by her knowing the reason for the excessive amount. matt went through a rough break up before me, and i can’t blame her for wanting to make sure her son doesn’t go through something like that again.

the fire crackles and pops while i just enjoy the city lights and soft jazz that plays on the upper level of the penthouse, i lay my head down on the other seat cozying up on the bamboo woven couch, the thick padding cradle me as i feel myself being lulled to sleep.

not long after i fall asleep im woken up by the sound of the sliding door behind me, a shadowy figure walks to the side of the couch, it was matt.

“hi sweetheart, did you get tired?” matt says, folding over to get closer to my face, the glow of the fireplace reflects every chiselled feature in his face. i give him a soft nod while he peels his suit jacket off resting it on the chair that is also stationed towards the fire.

“hey move your head up,” i do as i’m told and he slides into the seat on the couch my head was recently covering up, he lays my head back onto his muscular thigh letting me use him as a pillow.

“im sorry, i was so overwhelmed by your mom,” i say shameful of when i tripped over my words and made a fool of myself.

“yeah, nick told me about it, he already told her to calm down on the questions, he also led me here to you and i don't think my mom is the only factor of you coming up here.” he says, dipping his head down to kiss my forehead. his fingers push my hair away from my face as i turn to look up at him.

“i don’t know matt, i feel weird. i don’t belong in this sparkly dress or these high class parties. i’m so new to all of it, and don’t get me wrong, i love all of this and you so much to keep pushing through but if i’m being honest it’s really hard for me to be down there.” i hope matt understood what i meant by all of that because it really felt good to get off my chest.

“i get it, we grew up differently, but that doesn’t change anything between us. i dont care if you were dirty and homeless on the street as long as i knew who you were i would have picked you up, housed you and loved you forever. and i'm willing to do that right now too. i don’t care if my family is worried about me, because i know that i'm alright now. you healed me.” he cupped my cheek making sure my eyes were still connected to his while he assured me of his intentions and beliefs.

“i know i’m not what your mom envisioned who you would be with, so thank you for all of this. from the dress to the heels and your sweet words, thank you for sharing your beautiful life with me.” i sit up and begin to straddle matt, my red dress pools around us while i take matt in for a large hug. he returns it pushing my head into his neck letting me become way more calm then i was when i came up here.

i look back up to him with a tear escaping from my perfectly done eye make up. “don’t cry please, it breaks my fucking heart when you cry.” he kisses the tear before it can run fully down my face fully. “how about we go to bed, i’ll get you all cleaned up and all i have to do is tell nick and chris that i’m not feeling well and we can cuddle all night, sounds good?” i eagerly nod, giving an enthusiastic yes.

he wraps my straddled legs around his torso and carries me inside, keeping me bundled up in my blanket as I'm moved to the bed, before promptly putting out the fire i started. he retreats back to me bringing one of my silk black cami tops to change into while he goes to my large vanity and brings back a soaked cotton pad to use to clean my face of running mascara and concealer.

he gently rubs and wipes across my face seeing him extremely focused on the task in front of him. he tosses the stained pad and he lets me crawl into bed. “okay i’ll be back im just going to find chris or nick to update them, i won’t be long.” he lingers at the door handle while telling me his exact actions while he heads out the door.

i check my phone for messages and notifications while before he comes back to our room, he strips off his button up abandoning it in the hamper that crowds a corner of the room. his dress pants hang low on his hips as they fall slightly while he pulls his belt through the multitude of loops on his pants.

he’s now just left in his plaid print boxers as he slips under the charcoal grey duvet and snakes his arms around me pulling me in, embracing me just like he said he would. his chest is flush with my back and his legs entangle with mine. he’s warm and still smells like the intoxicating cologne he adores. i take a deep breath in being very content in where my life ended up and how i’m now engaged with my fiance and now letting the rest of his family know at a party. life is great when you find your person.

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chrisevansonly · 1 year

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Sick Day for Duckie

Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader (Little Duck AU🐥💛)

Summary: Chris is set to head out for a week to film some content and attend meetings for ASP, but when Arlie gets the flu…and you get the flu, despite your convincing that you’ll be fine to look after her, Chris needs to make sure his girls are taken care of, and feeling better

Warnings: talks of the flu, light swearing, very fluffy and sweet dad and husband Chris

A/N: I had an anon suggest this request and I thought it was really cute, so I decided to do a little something with it! Thank you for all the love and support with the Little Duck AU, im having so much fun writing it<3

Word Count: 1,043

It was almost like within the span of a few hours both you and Arlie had caught the flu, you were trying to think about where you two could have caught a virus, the main thought that came to mind was at a family members birthday that had passed a few days ago. Poor little duck had a nasty sounding cough, a stuffy nose and now was extra clingy to you and Chris who was supposed to leave for Washington in 4 hours. You’d started to feel sick this morning and now as it was nearing lunch you could feel your throat start to ache, and your sinuses were beginning to get sore, just what you needed when your husband was about to leave for a week. Nevertheless, you took some cold medicine and powered through the day, getting laundry done, prepping some easy meals for the week so you wouldn’t have to cook. Once you had finished a couple chores while Chris was packing you went in to check on Arlie who was down for a nap, but when you got to the door her soft whines of discomfort were quite clear. You frowned walking into her room, her little hands reaching out to you

“Momma..not feel good”

“I know baby, let’s get you changed first and then we can have a little cuddle, okay?”

She sniffled and you blinked a couple times, the pressure in your own head starting to get worse, you picked Arlie up and placed her on the change table, putting her in a clean diaper and getting her some cozy pyjamas. She had a few coughing fits throughout getting her ready, her eyes a little red, she really was uncomfortable. You picked her up and held her to you, her head laying on your shoulder as you picked up her favourite yellow blanket and covered her up. Chris was hesitant on leaving knowing Arlie was sick and you knew he needed to leave for work, so if he found out you sick now too, he wouldn’t go.

“Okay little love, let’s go get some medicine and then we can watch a show”

“Icky momma…no want”

You frowned rubbing her back gently as you walked down the hallway towards your bedroom, all the cold medicine in the cabinet of your bathroom

“It’s icky duck, but I promise it will make you feel better”

She sniffled coughing again as you walked in the room and Chris frowned seeing his two girls walk in, his eyes moving from Arlie to you realizing you might be sick too. Arlie however noticed the suitcase on the bed and tears sprang to her little eyes

“Daddy l-leaving…”

He came over placing a hand on her cheek to catch a few tears

“Just for a few days little duck, I promise I’ll be back soon”

She sniffled, no doubt the crying making her sinuses even more irritated before reaching out to Chris so he could hold her

“pease’ don’t l-leave daddy…don’t wan’ you to go!”

Your heart broke watching her grip Chris’s sweater, holding on like he’d disappear into thin air if she let go, you frowned moving to the bathroom to get some medicine, sifting through the shelves until you found Tylenol for yourself, and children’s advil for Arlie. When you walked back into the bedroom, Chris had abandoned packing, and was under your big duvet with Arlie nestled on his chest, her eyes now closed

“Honey, you need to leave soon, she’ll be fine I promise”

He just smiled at you, flipping open the covers on your side, inviting you to join them

“You really didn’t think I’d figure out you were getting sick too angel? C’mon now...”

Despite your raging headache you rolled your eyes at him, getting into bed next to him, your body relaxing as it was wrapped under a giant blanket, and curled up next to Chris who was basically like your own personal heater

“You really needed to go on this trip baby, I can take care of our girl even if I’m not feeling well”

“You could sure, but I don’t want you to do that, Arlie’s got a bad enough flu, and now you’re getting it too, so there is nowhere else I need to be but right here taking care of you two.”

You smiled tiredly, not up for arguing with him, you knew deep down you’d never win that, Chris set Arlie down beside you so he could change into sweatpants and get rid of the jeans he had on. Arlie’s eyes snapping open as her hand reached for his, Chris halting his movements as his little girl looked up at him with the saddest expression he’d ever seen

“stay daddy, pease’ no leavin’…”

He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, making a mental note to check her temperature as she felt a little hot

“Hey now, I’m not going anywhere little duck, I just need to change so I can be comfy like you and momma okay?”

She lifted her pinky finger up towards him tiredly

“pinky p’omise?”

“pinky promise baby”

They linked their pinkies together before he kissed her forehead one more time, getting up to change and quickly climbing back into bed. Arlie climbed over to get back up onto his chest, which then allowed Chris to maneuver you into his side, ensuring the two of you were comfortable

“Thank you for staying to take care of us”

Chris’s hand moved to rub your back comfortingly as you felt yourself start to get sleepy

“You never have to thank me for that baby, it’s my favourite job in the world, get some sleep and I’ll make you two some soup when you get up”

You wanted to reply back but sleep hit you quicker than you thought, and Chris chuckled quietly, little did you know, he was planning on cancelling the trip the moment he heard Arlie’s discomfort after her nap, seeing you sick too only allowed him to cancel faster. He’d always put you two first no matter what, if you and the little duck needed him, he’d drop everything to look after his girls, he made sure you both knew that every chance he could.

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fieldofdaisiies · 5 months

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title: Feyre's Birthday ship: Feysand (+Nyx) type: fluffy drabble re-upload: thank you so much @reverie-tales for pointing out this very silly mistake - lesson learned: recycling old parts of stories without properly proof-reading is not smart...

The Riverside estate is covered in snow, little flakes dancing around, as Rhys and Nyx set out on a sweet yet very important mission. It's her special day – it's Feyre's birthday and Winter Solstice, and they have a wonderful surprise planned before the whole family arrives.

The air drifting in through the partly open window is fresh, and it smells like a wonderful winter day while inside the smell of freshly baked bread, eggs, and fruits wafts through the kitchen.

Rhys carries the tray, always careful to not spill anything, when they ascend the staircase. Nyx is holding onto the leg of his pants, his small fingers curled around the fabric, expression eager. "Mummy will be so surprised!" Nyx expresses happily, his lovely child voice drifting to Rhys's ears and filling the High Lord with nothing but happiness.

Nyx's eyes sparkle with excitement, his tiny feet barely making a sound as they pad over the wooden floor. Feyre has probably already woken up, wondering where her mate is.

But in order to not ruin Nyx's happiness, Rhysand —mind-to-mind— let her know that she should stay in bed and act surprised later on (he did not give her the details of their mission).

When they reach the top of the staircase, their gazes land on the window across from them. Outside the sun is rising slowly, casting a warm, golden glow through the window.

As they approach the door, Rhysand dips his chin, smiling brightly. Little Nyx looks just like him, and whenever he looks at him and immense feeling of pride fills him. This little boy, their little child, is the kindest and loveliest soul he has ever met and he is his son.

"Ready?" Rhys asks.

Nyx nods eagerly. Without further ado, he opens the door and storms inside, all caution about being quite and careful is forgotten, when Nyx loudly expresses, "MUMMY!"

Feyre sits up in bed, the biggest grin possible spreading over her face. She reaches her arms out, making grabby hands a little Nyx who immediately runs to her, flops onto the bed, tiny wings flapping a little behind his shoulders.

"Happy Birthday!" he hollers, curling his little arms around the High Lady's neck. She cuddles him to her, kissing the top of his head many times, tears brimming her eyes. "Baby," she whispers, and lifts her gaze to meet Rhys'. His own eyes are glazed, and his lower lip trembles a little.

Feyre is truly the most beautiful female in the world, and that also with tousled, sleep obvious on her face and in the midst of many blankets and pillows. Her love for her family is palpable and makes Rhys' heart beat faster.

"Good morning, darling. And the happiest birthday to you, my mate," Rhysand says, his voice filled with love. He places the tray down, bends at the waist and kisses the top of Feyre's head. She relishes in his scent, his warmth and can only grin again. Tipping her head back, Rhysand's gentle fingers on her chin, he kisses her lips — short, quick, but nevertheless full of love.

Nyx settles onto her lap, Rhys climbs onto the bed as well. He hugs his mate and then lifts the tray onto his lap. They share their special birthday breakfast in bed, laughing, talking, and sharing stories about winter and Solstice.

Nyx proudly tells how he helped prepare everything, and Feyre can't help but admire the her little boy, and the beautiful and proud smile on Rhys' face.

Outside, the snowflakes continue to fall, covering the world in a sheet of glittery white.

"I love you two so much," Feyre expresses. Nyx, now lying sprawled across Feyre and Rhys' laps, kicks his feet in the air and giggles. "We love you, mummy."

Feyre's tears return — they're tears of pure happiness. She is so grateful for this life, this family, the happiness she is feeling. Inside the cozy bedroom, as snowflakes fall outside and they share happy smiles and laughs, they're once again reminded what love and family truly means.

~~~~~~~~ tags: @girlinglass999 @autumndreaming7 @a-frog-with-a-laptop

#feysand #feysand and nyx #feysand son #rhysand #feyre archeron #acotar #acosf

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oh-nostalgiaa · 2 months

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Writing Prompt Masterlist, Part Seven

Masterlist of Writing Prompt Masterlists

The Prompts

30 Angsty Dialogue Prompts

A Comprensive List of Scenarios Prompts

Aftercare Sentence Starter Prompts

AI-less Whumptober 2023 Prompts

Angry Confession Prompts

Angsty Friends to Lovers Prompts

Apologies and Forgiveness Sentence Starter Prompts

Asking for Consent Prompts

Betrayal Prompts

Blind Date Prompts

Caring Prompts

Cheesy Pick-Up Lines Prompts

Comforting Words Prompts

Concerned Sentence Starter Prompts

Cozy and Content Cuddling in Bed Prompts

Desperate Dialogue Prompts

Dialogue Responses to Can We Talk? Prompts

Different Ways to Say I Love You Prompts

Dirty Little Compliments Prompts

Dirty Pick-Up Lines Prompts

Dom / Sub Sentence Starter Prompts

Don't Make Me Destroy You Prompts

Drabble List #9

Dramatic & Protective Relationship Prompts

Dramatic Starter Prompts

Dreams and Nightmares Sentence Starter Prompts

Drunken Love Confession Prompts

Empathetic Sentence Starter Prompts

Exes to Lovers Prompts

Exhaustion Sentence Starter Prompts

Fake Dating AU Prompts

Fake Dating Sentence Starter Prompts

Fantasy Prompts

Five Sentence Prompts

Found Family Sentence Starter Prompts

General Smut Prompts

Hard-to-Find Hurt / Comfort Action Prompts

Horrors Prompts

Hostile Sentence Starter Prompts

Hurt / Comfort Dialogue Prompts

Hurt / Comfort Starter Prompts

I Accidentally Told You I Loved You And Now We're Finally Talking About It Prompts

I Don't Know Prompts

I Thought Prompts

Insecurity Starter Prompts

Just Close Your Eyes Prompts

Kink Prompts

Kinktober 2023 Prompts

Kinky Scenarios Prompts

Kiss Prompts

Kiss Meme Prompts

Looking at Someone and Thinking Prompts

Magical Sentence Starter Prompts

Make 'Em Swoon Prompts

Married Life Prompts

Neighbors to Lovers Prompts

No Time Will Be Better Prompts

Non-Verbal Angst Prompts

Oops! All Angst! Prompts

Opportunities to Feel Unwanted Prompts

OTP Prompts: Protectiveness

Physical Intimacy Prompts

Please Don't Leave My Side Prompts

Popstar x Rockstar Prompts

Praise Kink Phrases Prompts

Praise Kink Sentence Starter Prompts

Prompts for First Meetings and Awkward Chats

Prompts for Intimate Pillow Talk

Prompts for Nonverbal Communication

Prompts for Patching Up Wounds

Protection Prompts

Question Starter Prompts

Quotes from Stories I Never Finished Prompts

Random Action-Themed Prompts

Random Fluffy Sentence Starter Prompts

Reasons to Cup a Face Prompts

Responses to I'm Sorry Prompts

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Ride or Die Prompts

September Prompts

Settings with Potential Prompts

Sexting Starter Prompts

Sexual Tension Prompts

Small Things That Just Matter in Romance Prompts

Some Sleepy Scenario Prompts

Sparring Prompts

Summer Fling Prompts

Sweet, Caring Prompts

Time Slipping Prompts

Touch Starved Prompts

Toxic Relationship Prompts

Walk Down Memory Lane Prompts

Ways to Ask About It Prompts

Whumptober 2023 Prompts

Why Would Childhood Friends Fall in Love Prompts

Winter and Christmas Prompts

Writer's Month Prompt List 2023

You're the Only Person I Can Turn To Prompts

You Can't Prompts

#masterlist #prompts #writing #writing prompts

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loveandmurders · 1 year

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Hello! I can't get enough of the Sinclair sister stories! Would you be able to give us a little glimpse into what a cozy night in with the family looks like? Do they make dinner together? If so, who's cooking? Do they watch movies? What's fun look like for the Sinclair family?

Love your work and look forward to seeing more!

Hello love, thank you for this very cute request! I’m sorry I’m so slow at posting, but work has been a bitch lately!

Anyways I really hope you’ll enjoy this fluffy cozy night with the Sinclairs <3

FAMILY NIGHT

Warnings: mention of murders, fluffy as hell

When you came back home from work, your brothers were cleaning up around Ambrose after they had finished killing the unlucky tourists who came by. You had greeted Lester on the road, Bo and Vincent into the town, next to a house that had been quite damaged during the hunt. You had noticed how all of them looked quite tired, and you were yourself feeling that way. You needed some rest, and you had wanted to cuddle with your family all day. Actually, when you woke up this morning, you wished you could have stayed home with the people you loved the most.

You took a quick shower and changed into comfy pyjamas before going to the kitchen. You wanted to take care of your brothers, and you knew they would be very happy to be treated with some of your bakery. You started to work on a new recipe Lester had found and sent you, hoping you would agree to try it one day. You had saved it and you smiled to yourself, knowing how excited he would be when he would understand you tried it for him.

You were tiptoeing to try and grab a bowl on the highest shelf, when you felt Bo behind you who reached for it before giving it to you. You turned around.

“Thanks, Bo” you hummed and he softly smiled at you

“Watcha doin’?” he asked with a tilt of the head

“Bakin’ for my brothers” you replied and his smile widened

“What did we do to get such a treat from ya?” he said as he hugged you and you leaned against his chest

“Just wanted some happy family night for tonight” you answered and you knew you were going to make the family man very happy. He kissed the top of your head.

“Need a shower and then I’ll cook somethin’ for us” he offered and you nodded

“That’s a good plan, I’ll call Les for him to stick around” you added

Bo climbed upstairs quite quickly. Even though he was tired, he was more than eager to cook for his people and to spend some time with you in the kitchen. As you started to mix the ingredients, you heard very quiet footsteps from behind you and then eyes on you. You turned your head and saw Vincent standing in the doorway.

“If ya’re here to taste the uncooked dough, it’s not ready yet” you told him, knowing how cheeky Vinny could be. You could see him pouting behind his mask and you chuckled. “Hey, can ya send a message to Les? We’re havin’ a family time tonight” you said

Can try but Les wanted some alone time after today Vincent replied and you frowned

“Why that? The tourists were harsh today?” you asked

Yes, and Bo was a bit on edge Vincent signed

“Tell him I’m tryin’ the recipe he sent me, should convince him” you hummed and Vincent nodded. He took his phone and messaged Les.

You were addings the eggs when you heard your phone ringing. You wiped your hands on the cloth and reached for it. It was Lester.

“Yes, Les?” you asked

“Ya’re bakin’ the recipe I sent ya?” he asked back with clear excitement in his voice and you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was

“Yes, sweet tooth, I am. Would be a shame if ya didn’t come back home” you tried to coax him, and it was working very well.

“On my way. Tell Vinny to not eat all the dough on his own”

“Hey, it’s supposed to be cooked!” you laughed

“Make more” he said before hanging up and you rolled your eyes before turning to Vincent who was sending you a quizzical look

“Ya ain’t allowed to eat all the dough on your own” you informed him and he huffed.

You went back to your preparation and Bo went back downstairs, all freshened up and ready to cook for his family. He kissed your cheek before sending Vincent having a shower as well, so everyone would feel good and comfy for this family time. Vincent was reluctant to leave you alone… He didn’t want to come back with the dough all cooked or eaten by Lester. You had to promise to keep some for him and he finally left. You started to chat with Bo and joked around with each other, enjoying this moment together. Lester arrived after a little while, and went straight to you to look over your shoulder.

“Looks good” he hummed

“I’m livin’ with pigs, go have a shower too” Bo grumbled, not impressed with the dirt on his kid brother’s face. Vincent was downstairs and he pushed Lester from the kitchen and you watched them playfully fighting with an amused look, shaking your head at their antics.

After a while, both Lester and Vincent were finally tasting the dough and by their expression it was really good. You had to save the bowl from their greedy hands and mouths, with the help of Bo, or you wouldn’t have been able to cook anything.

Bo was almost ready as well and you all started to dress the table. Usually, when you were all tired, you were eating in silence, but because both you and Bo wanted this family moment, and thanks to your baking, everyone was in a good mood and chatting and laughing around. The boys praised your baking and they happily ate and begged you to do some more very soon. You agreed so they could leave you alone for a little while, not that you minded the praises or the attention.

You were all full and feeling nice after this good meal and Vinny and Lester thanked Bo and you. Vincent even offered for a movie night and you all agreed. Even Lester who had wanted to be back to his flat earlier was eager to stay some more, but at the condition you played monopoly while watching the movie.

Bo found the game and settled it as you picked the movie. Vincent and Lester were placing blankets and pillows all around the coffee table so you could all be comfortable for the game and movie time.

“One rule boys: we do not fight for a game” you said and you looked at them all

“We never fight” Bo argued and you sent him a look

“Last time, you threw the board flying in the air, and Vincent and Lester jumped on you” you reminded them and they gave you their most innocent look. You hummed, really not impressed with your brothers.

You put the movie on, it was the first Fast and Furious and you started to play. Of course, in no time, you all started to argue, laugh and tease each other. Around midnight, you had to stop the twins from killing Lester though; the little bastard was ruining everyone with his hotels. The twins were certain he cheated. And truth to be told, yes he had been cheating, but it had been with you (not that the twins would believe it). That was how you didn't know bankroute so far and how Lester was so rich. But it was so much fun to drive the twins crazy. You also started to get hotels and Bo rage quit the game under Lester’s and yours mad laughters.

You all ended falling asleep on the living room floor and when Bo woke up he carried you to bed before taking care of his brothers. Even if his siblings were driving him insane, you were his everything and he wished for every night to be like this one.

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multiplefandomwritings · 1 year

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After the first kiss Part four of “Eh, what the fuck is wrong with him?” Part One can be found here Part Two can be found here Part Three can be found here

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

warnings: mention of crash and injury (minor, such as bruising and concussion), swearing, use of y/n but some established family relations (mentioning of death of a loved one), enemies to lovers

summary: After your crash, you and Max spent some deserved time-out in Portugal. And under the Portuegese sun and warmth, the two of you had slowly warmed up to each other. The next months you spend growing together even closer.

notes: The first part was written inspired by a prompt saying: one-sided rivalry where one of them wants fierce competition and the other one is just “eh? what the hell is wrong with this person?” Since we love ourselves some good enemies to lovers, I really wanted to write this. The second and third part are rather fluffy. Here comes the fourth and the last part for now. Most likely there will follow some oneshots in the "Eh, what the fuck is wrong with him?" universe, but not right now. Instead, I am currently writing on some one shots for both Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc. Furthermore, I got my first request, which I am super excited for! So, here is a quick reminder that you can always send in requests! <3 Btw: Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist :)

taglist: @hungryhungarian @marciabito @idkiwantchocolatee @taina-eny @holy-macncheese-balls @maxxiemoo @mytinycrazymind

disclaimer: English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. Feel free to leave comments and/or feedback <3 A reblog, like and comment is always appreciated.

word count: 3k

Day Eleven – Thursday

After your kiss you had stayed in the water for a bit, before you walked back to your house, wrapped in your towels, Max´ arm around you. Both of you had changed into cozy clothes and you sat on the porch watching the stars until you were both tired.

You were about to go to sleep in your bed, when Max showed up in the door, nervous. “Can I stay with you tonight?” You smiled and he crawled into the bed next to you. He immediately pulled you into his arms and you cuddled the whole night.

When you woke up, Max was already awake, looking at you. You smiled at the boy and a sudden wave of happiness hit you. “What´s up, Schatje?” You sighed content. “I am just very happy.” Max smiled back at you. “Me too”, he said and pulled you in for a kiss.

A few hours later you are in the plane on your way to next race. You spent most of the flight sleeping on Max´ shoulder, as you wanted to get in as much rest as possible. He didn’t mind, he actually enjoyed it a lot. You made him feel safe and just all around happy.

You arrived at your destination around midday. You said your preliminary goodbyes at the airport and decided that you would travel to the hotel separately. While you had let your fans and the world know that you were now friends, you were not quite ready to tell anyone about the next step in your interpersonal relationship.

The love between the two of you was still very much blooming, and you wanted to take it slow. Just a little over a week ago you and your teammate had engaged in an enmity - even though it had been one-sided - it had still been there. Furthermore, both of you had to catch up with your respective media teams and other personnel, so that you would be best prepared for the race. You also had to meet the team doctor for a final checkup to see if you were okay to drive again. Once he cleared you for the race, you started your preparation as well.

Whenever you could, you texted Max. Interaction between the two of you in the Red Bull Garage were friendly, but due to the busy surroundings rare anyway. Neither of you landed a podium that weekend, which made you feel a bit bummed, but since you were generally happy, it didn’t matter that much. The team went out for dinner on Sunday and Christian Horner held a little speech about how happy he was that his two champions had finally made peace with each other. You smiled and sent a text to Max. “If only he knew…” Max looked at you and grinned.

The summer break

Max and you had to put your date plans on hold until the summer break. In between races, both of you either went home or visited your families – which for you was the same, but for Max that meant travelling in between Monaco and the Netherlands. Yet, you stayed in close contact, texting back and forth and facetiming almost every day. You didn’t put a label on it yet, you just enjoyed talking to each other and getting to know each other better.

However, you had enough to do in between the races as well. Not only did you have to focus on your training, you were also organizing your move to Monaco. In recent years it had become a trend for the drivers to move to that country, so when you signed a contract over two years with Red Bull and delivered results good enough that you were sure you would have a place for the next couple of seasons, you had started to look at apartments in Monaco. You hadn’t told anyone except for Charles, who helped you with all the documentation and everything generally. You were glad to call him your friend.

When summer break rolled around, you and Max had finally managed to find a day and time for a date. You had decided to meet in Monaco, as you wanted to check out an apartment anyway. The pictures had looked amazing, more like a dream and it felt surreal that you were actually able to afford such a place.

Max had booked you a private booth in an exclusive restaurant on the waterfront, where you could be sure that no one saw you. Especially because Max had managed to convince the owner to let you enter the restaurant through the backdoor. It felt like you were part of a spy movie, and you couldn’t help but grin to yourself as you entered the restaurant.

Max was already sitting at your table, and when he saw you, his whole face lit up. He practically jumped off his chair and rushed over to engulf you in a bone crushing hug. You didn’t mind though, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You could feel him kissing the top of your head and you practically melted.

A few minutes later, you were seated as well. “I missed you”, Max said as he held your hands and gently stroked your skin with his thumbs. “Tell me about it!”, you answered and smiled at the man, “What have you been up to?” “I spent lots of time with my family and friends.” “That sounds very nice!” Max smiled at you. “It was, but I would have loved to spend more time with you!”

The two of you engaged in a conversation over dinner and dessert and a glass of wine. After a couple of hours which went by like nothing, Max suggested that the two of you could go for a walk. After all, it was dark now, and the possibility of the two of you being seen together was rather small. You walked out of the restaurant and onto the rather empty streets of Monaco. Max took you to the harbor. You had walked in silence for a bit, just enjoying each others company.

Until Max started to speak again. “I really missed you terribly, y/n. And I thought about you, us, a lot. I want to get to know you, all of you. But I feel like during the season, between the races, there is not enough time for that…” You frowned at his words. For a moment you were afraid that he was going to say that it wasn’t going to work.

“I thought about it a lot, and I wanted to tell you that I want to see where this with us is going. I want to put all the effort in I can, fuck, I will even fly to wherever you are in between the races to spend time with you. I want to commit to this, to us, because I realized I am in love with you.” You smiled at him, tears in your eyes at his confession. “I feel the same, Max. I want this to work out.”, you looked at the man, “And I think I have good news for you.”

He looked at you in anticipation. “I am currently planning my move to Monaco, actually!” Max was silent for a moment, then he engulfed you in a hug, lifted you off your feet and spun you around one time. You shrieked because he scared you, and then you laughed. He put you back on your feet, but he kept you in his arms. His hands rested on your hips, and you looked up to him. You hadn’t seen him this happy in a while. “That is great news, y/n. I didn’t think you could have made me happier, but you actually just did”, with that, he leaned forward and united his lips with yours.

After your date, you went to Max´ place, where you also stayed the night. In between the sheets, the two of you whispered more confessions to each other, growing together even closer. The next morning you met with Charles and went to look at the apartment, which was as nice as on the pictures. You signed the lease right there and then, and you were lucky that you could even move in as soon as next week. You sent Max a text and went out to lunch with Charles, were the two of you celebrated your upcoming move to Monaco. Afterwards, you sat in a café to organize the move, and in the evening, you met for dinner with Max to celebrate as well. He promised you all the help you needed, and you gladly accepted.

You moved the next weeks, your things from home being delivered and sat up in your new apartment. Yet, the new space was a lot bigger, so you had to go out and buy new furniture as well. And, after all, you were still a woman, and woman loved to go shopping for decoration. Max and Charles accompanied you, which was nice. And since you were now officially friends and Max and Charles got along as well, you weren’t so worried about anyone seeing you on something so trivial as shopping new furniture. You even posted a video of Max and Charles sweating as they were carrying a particularly heavy piece of furniture. You even persuaded them to take a picture of you sitting on a chair they carried, which you posted instantly.

You loved your fans and supporters and loved interacting with them. They made the hate comments bearable and never failed to make you smile. After you posted the pictures, the comments quickly flew in.

“Look at her, she is so pretty!”

“Hahaha I love her, she is literally so funny and her newly found friendship with Max is adorable. I am honestly just waiting for the two to announce that they are dating!”

“Wow, she looks like a queen sitting on a throne!”

Max sent you a screenshot of the last comment and wrote something to it. “It is true, you look like a queen – my queen!” You smiled at you phone, shot him a short smile as well, and then you went back to work. After you had loaded all the furniture, decorations, and pillows into the van you had rented, you drove to your apartment. At your apartment you were joined by Danny and his best friend who had kindly offered to help you out as well.

Once you were done, all of you sat in between boxes and furniture scattered in your apartment. It was exhausting enough to carry everything up, so you decided tomorrow was another day. Furthermore, you knew you had to use the summer break to rest as well. At some point, everyone went home, and you unpacked the first box before you head to bed.

You woke up to your phone ringing next morning. You groaned and rolled over to pick up. “Hello?”, you said, still sleepy. “Good morning!”, Max happy voice sounded from the phone, “Get ready, I will pick you up in an hour, I have a surprise for you. Pack a swimming suit though.” With that, he hung up and you groaned.

You got up soon after and an hour later Max was in front of your door. You had decided to just wear your bikini straight up, as well as the dress from Portugal. “You look beautiful, schatje.” “Thanks Max!” He pulled you in a kiss. “So, what are we doing today?”, you asked curiously. He grinned at you: “Just wait and see.”

Thirty minutes later you ended up standing on a yacht. You looked at the ocean in awe as the shoreline got smaller and smaller by the second. Max approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your torso. “Never took you for the romantic type, Mister Verstappen.” “Well, I have just never had someone that deserved being treated like this until I met you.” You blushed at his words.

The two of you spent the day sunbathing, jumping into the ocean (and conjuring the weirdest figures you could come up with) and just enjoying spending time together. When the sun set, the crew brought out dinner, and Max and you sat down at the table. The dinner was spent laughing and talking.

After you finished, you and Max laid down on the deck to watch the stars. “Look, a shooting star!”, you exclaimed, “Make a wish!” Max let out a deep chuckled. “There is only one more thing I could wish for…”, he said. “Don’t say it, or it won´t come true!” “I will take the chance. Y/n, would you be my girlfriend?”

The day on the yacht had been the day you and Max had officially – at last for the two of you – become a couple. You had laid awake most of the nights talking about your relationship. Both of you agreed to keep it a secret – for now at least. You decided to only tell your family, as you knew you could trust them.

Last race of the season

The second part of the season had gone well for both of you. While it was already clear that Lewis would be become world champion, you were more than ready for the last race. You had managed to secure the second place in the constructor’s championship and Max, and you had been on the podium few times.

But you were to yet win a race. You knew there was always the next season, but it would have been sweet to finish the last of the season as the fastest. You arrived in Abu Dhabi on Wednesday, and as soon as you existed the airport, you were positively overwhelmed. Everything was huge, and you were greeted by hundred of fans. You waved, signed, and took pictures with everyone, in awe of how kind everyone was.

Of course, the reporters were there as always. “Y/n y/l/n, do you feel well prepared for the last race of the season.” You smiled at the camera. “I´d like to say so, yes. This season has been very good for Red Bull, and for both Max and I, but I would obviously love to end this season on especially good terms!” “As you already mentioned Max, ever since the two of you have ended your enmity, there have been rumors around of you two dating. Many fans said that they wished for it to happen rather sooner than later. Any comments on that?” You chuckled. “Well, I guess we will all have to see what the future holds. Have a good day!” The reporter nodded. “Thank you for your time, and good luck!”

Max came over to your room that night to stay with you. You were used to sneak around each other by now and you had discussed to finally come clear. You would inform your friends, which were mostly the other drivers, during the celebrations of the last race. You had come clean to your team about your relationship and albeit not being very happy about it in the beginning, they realized that it didn’t affect your work. The opposite if anything. The two of you pushed each other to the limits on track.

Before you really realized that you were now in Abu Dhabi, qualifying rolled around. Max secured third, you fifth, which was not what you hoped for, but decent. On Sunday, you were more excited than usually. Normally, you were calm, but today was different. It felt like your nerves were on fire. You felt like today was going to be a good race. You sneaked in a quick kiss in Max´ drivers room before you sat in your car. You drove to your position, and just like that, the race started.

Max had fallen behind you at some point, you didn’t know why or how, but he was currently in fourth position, while you were in second. You had driven like mad, pushing the cars to its limit. “Y/n, only few laps to go, and there is very little distance to Lewis in front. Push, y/n, push!” “Copy that!”, you said and drove faster than even. Somehow, you didn’t really know how, you managed to overtake Lewis in the last lap. When you saw the chequered flag, you started to cry tears of joy. You could hear your engineers cheer over the radio, Christian praising you, but it sounded far away.

When you parked the car, your team almost pulled you out of the car to celebrate your win. You took the flag of your home country and waved it around. You gave it to your dad and climbed onto the hood of your car. You cheered with both of your fists in the air before you jumped off the car into the crowd of your teammates. The pictures of this moment were later declared as one of the coolest celebrations by F1 fans around the world. This moment was just for you, but it got even better, when you found out that Max had landed third place, Lewis on second.

Your team rushed you to the podium shortly after, you could have sworn life had never been better. You looked over to Max who looked at you with so much love and proudness and your heart filled. People liked to say that he wasn’t a kind person, that his only objective was to win, no matter what. But he wasn’t like that – he was ambitious, of course, who wasn’t? But you could tell that he indulged you your win with all off his heart.

You lifted the trophy in the air, the cheers insanely loud. You had managed what only few had managed before – you were the first woman in Formula One, and now the first female winner of a Grand Prix. You opened the champagne and started to spray Lewis and Max and life was good. When you were done and wet, you hugged Lewis, then you ran to Max and jumped into his arms. He caught you, you wrapped your legs around him and he lifted you up. “Hey y/n, how about instead of telling them, we show them?�� You laughed. “Just kiss me, Max.” And with that, he did.

#formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 imagine #formula one x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x reader #red bull racing #f1 x you #formula 1 #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x you #max verstappen drabble

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kuroosdumbslut · 1 year

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Please write snape x reader something fluffy… i need something sweet and heartwarming. Thank you.

//This is kinda short, but it's got cozy winter vibes, so I hope you enjoy!//

For many of the inhabitants of Hogwarts, winter was a hectic time. Students and some staff packing to travel home for the holidays, buying presents and sending cards to friends and family, it’s a busy time. However, Severus Snape was having a fairly calm winter. For the first time in a while, he wasn’t alone this winter season. Y/N laid against his chest, cuddling up to him as much as they could to keep the cold out. Severus had a blanket thrown over the two of them and sighed in content at their warmth. “Well, love…we have the break mostly to ourselves. What are you thinking you want to do?” They hummed and thought for a moment. “Well, as much as I’d like to say we could go out for some dates, it’s so damn cold I feel like much of the break is gonna be spent under a blanket with you.” Severus chuckled quietly and rubbed their back. “I think I can get on board with that.”

The room suddenly got darker and they both turned to look out the window, surprised to see a near blizzard raging outside. “Looks like we’re in here for the night. I’m sure as hell not going out in that.” They both broke into laughter and got fully comfortable on the bed. Severus waved his hand to stoke the fire, sending pleasant warmth rolling through the room. They both sighed in relief as the room warmed enough for them to slightly unwrap themselves from the blanket and instead moved to fully lay down, Y/N resting their head on Severus’s chest. Severus rubbed their back in content, and for the first time in a long while, Severus was glad it was winter and even more glad he had an amazing person to spend it with this year and for the foreseeable future.

#severus snape x reader #snape community #snape x reader #severus snape #snape content #snapedom #pro snape

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chrisdrysdale · 1 year

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Young morning

(farmyard sweetness AU)

farmer!tony x wife!fem!reader

18+ only!

requested by anon: "I saw your requests are open and I loved your one shot with him, can you write a romantic morning sex with husband Tony?"

a/n: hi anon!! i love this request thank you!! i honestly thought maybe Steve or Jake would be the really fluffy fics but it turns out to be Tony! Also I'm sorry anon if you didn't want this to be farmer!tony but it doesn't really make a difference.

warnings: smut, fluff, kisses, cuddles and mentions of Rose.

word count: 566

Tony was always the first to wake on weekends, but he never left you. He’d sit there watching Rose on the baby camera and gently stroking your hair and naked back until you woke, and it was the same this morning. You were tucked under his arm, snoring softly as he stroked your back and gazed out at the sunrise.

Soon enough the sun beams it your eyes cause you to wake up, Tony smiled down at you and brushed some hair out of your face. “Mornin’ sweetheart”. You rubbed your eyes and smiled, his voice still deep from his sleep. You sat up a little bit and snuggled into him. “Morning, handsome”. You replied, kissing his chest softly. After a little bit, you sat up more and turned to look at him before smiling and kissing him softly. He grasped onto your hips and kissed you more, gently pulling you closer to him, practically on his lap. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, not even putting up a fight as he laid you back on the bed, bringing your legs onto his hips. “Tonyyy”. You whined softly, running your hands through his hair. He kissed you again and tugged the sheet away from your legs. “Shh, we don’t wanna wake Rosie now do we?”. You shook your head and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He kissed you softly and dropped his hand between your bodies and grabbed his cock and slowly pushed it against your entrance, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths as you pressed your forehead’s against one another. “Oh my god yes baby”. You whisper moaned as he kept pushing in and both of you groaning softly as he bottomed out. Tony kissed you gently and began to rock his hips in and out. “That’s it sweetheart, nice ‘n slow, god i love you so much” You whined back in response, gently arching you back into him, dragging your nails down his back. “Shit Tony, I missed this”. You moaned quietly in his ears as you rocked your hips into his. He moved his face over yours and kissed you hard, moving his hips a little bit faster and a little bit harder. “Gonna cum with me sweetheart?”. You nodded and clenched hard around him making you both gasp, he leans down and kisses your sweet spot, making you gasp “shit Tony! Coming!”. You both moan into each other’s mouths as your orgasms wash over you, You smile and pant softly at him, wiping his forehead with your sleep shorts. He smiled and kissed you softly as he pulled out. “Hey”. He whispered to you as he gently laid beside you and held you close. You took your sleep shorts and wiped both of you clean and got back under the covers to cuddle. Tony handed you new pyjamas, just as you got into bed. “Put them on, the monster will be in any minute”. You giggled and quickly threw on your pyjamas and snuggled close. “I love these mornings with you”. You said, looking up at him and kissing his chin. “Me too sweets.. Me too”. You kissed him softly before you heard the trotting along the floor and Rose burst through the door. “Mommy! Daddy!”. She giggled and jumped the bed, snuggling in between both of you, leading into a long, cozy, family morning.

#tony stark #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x reader #iron man #tony stark smut #farmer!tony #farmland sweetness

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hypnoneghoul · 11 months

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Mushy May Day 19. Ghoul pile/found family - Meliora pack

WC: 615

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Social media, in general, was a genius idea, really. Ghouls loved them, and sometimes they could act like addicted teenagers, scrolling mindlessly through Tiktok, or Instagram for hours. Group chats were definitely on top of the list of things they loved about modern technology, though. The possibilities!

Water Imp: I’m bored

Firecracker: What are we supposed to do about it?

Water Imp: Idk… something?

ChAir: Ifrit, be nice. Dew, I’ve got an idea. Aeth, Mount, you here?

Dirt boy: Yup

Quindaddy: Me too

Firecracker: I’m always nice!

ChAir: Sure, sure, entertain Dew for the next 20 minutes or so. Mounty and Aeth, commons in five.

Quindaddy: Sure

Water Imp: Entertain me!? Like I’m a kit or what?

Firecracker: You act like one, so…

Dirt boy: I’ll be there, Zeph

Water Imp: I DO NOT!

Just then Zephyr hit the mute button, and moved to get up from their bed. If no one was doing anything in particular, just enjoying their lazy day (apparently too lazy for Dewdrop), they thought they all could enjoy it together, right?

When the air ghoul got to the common room, Aether was already there, and Mountain was just coming in.

“What’d you have in mind?” the latter asked, throwing an arm around Zephyr’s shoulders.

“Cuddle pile!” they giggled excitedly, making the other ghouls chuckle. Who didn’t like a good, old fashioned ghoul pile, though? “Come on, help me out.”

That’s why Zephyr called these two, they couldn’t move the couches by themself. When Aether and Mountain got to making one huge space for their nest, the air ghoul went on a hunt for countless pillows, comforters and blankets, whatever cozy looking thing they could find.

Fifteen minutes later, Ifrit walked into the common room with limp Dew thrown over his shoulder, “Okay, got him.”

“Put me down already,” the water ghoul mumbled from behind Ifrit’s back. “What was your idea, Zeph?”

“Oh, is it cuddles?” the fire ghoul asked, noting the state of the dorm, putting the smaller down.

“CUDDLES?” Dew jumped, frantically looking around before settling his eyes on the huge makeshift nest in the corner, the rest of the ghouls melting at the adorable sight of their packmate.

“Yeah, Droplet, cuddles,” Zephyr chuckled. “If anyone wants to piss, now or probably never.”

No one present seemed to want to go, so the air ghoul added after a moment, “go on then.

Dewdrop immediately jumped into the pile of blankets, worming his way under few, purring already just at the comfy feeling of them on his skin. When he, somewhat, settled, and saw the rest of his packmates just standing there, giggling, instead of curling up around him, he pouted.

“What was that about him acting like a kit, anyone remembers?” Ifrit teased, but did start crawling towards him over the couch. The rest quickly followed, and before Dew could really process he was wrapped in a fluffy blanket and squished by his packmates.

The water ghoul was laying against Mountain’s chest, Ifrit glued to his side with one of his legs thrown over Dew. Zephyr was on the other side, laying lower, their head resting on Dew’s stomach. Aether was behind them, arm curled around their waist and face squished into Mountain’s shoulder. Somewhere over their tangled limbs their tails wrapped around each other too, and when Ifrit turned up his body heat, everyone kicked up a purr. Loudest was, of course, Dewdrop’s.

It was barely evening, there was, honestly, so many things they could do to kill the time, have fun. But there wasn’t anything better than curling up together, all of them, everyone touching everyone, purring away, drowning in comfort of being with their pack, their family.

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #mushy may #fluff #fanfiction #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #ifrit ghoul #zephyr ghoul #ghoul pile

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yukidragon · 1 year

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Can you imagine a romantic evening between MC and Jack in the department? Maybe Jack will have a nice meal and the MC will wear a flashy dress to surprise Jack. One night where they both profess love, where they forget the bad and focus on it, maybe, Jack could take advantage and propose marriage to MC?

I must admit that I LOVE Alice (MC) and Jack with all my heart. They are a beautiful couple and they deserve a happy ending ❤️

Gosh, thank you so much! I’m really happy you like Alice so much. 💖 Don’t worry, I intend to write her and Jack having a happy ending together.

That’s quite the romantic idea you have there. MC and Jack have a dinner date that leads to him proposing is super sweet. Naturally, this is going to depend on the type of MC, whether they’re interested in marriage, and how their relationship goes, especially after the events of the game.

Naturally, I’ve already got some ideas for how it might go with my MC, Alice. Since you wanted to hear some images, and we could all use some nice fluffy goodness after the past few headcanons, I’m going to just go nuts and have fun with the topic of marriage and proposing with my OTP.

Just as a heads up, these thoughts will get spicy. This is an Adults Only game after all, and Jack is a very needy yandere who wants to fill his sunshine with his love.

Before I begin, let’s do the tags. If you want to get tagged in my future headcanon ramblings, please let me know!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars

While I’m at it, here are links to my SDJ fanfics, Sunshine in Hell, and Sunshine in Another World. I’d love it if you read them and left a comment. Thanks!

The subject of marriage was something that came up while they were still in the friendship stage of their relationship. The first time Alice ever told Jack she wanted to get married eventually was one night when she was tearfully venting to her supernatural friend about her shattered dreams of a future with Ian. She dreamed of her future wedding, of having a big family with her best friend who loved and understood her the most... and he betrayed her.

Jack comforted Alice that night, cuddling her close and reassuring her that she can still have that dream someday, but with someone who truly loves her. She appreciated the reassurance, but didn’t believe it. If the bond she had with Ian was so flimsy, how could anyone truly love her?

It was painful for Jack to hear Alice think that way about herself, to not realize or even be ready to accept just how much he loved her and how much better she deserved. Still, it helped him understand her better too, her dreams for the future that he promised himself to one day give her. She was still hurt by the lies of false love, but eventually he would show her what real love felt like... because even if her love for him was platonic right now, he knew she cared about him.

The next time the subject of marriage comes up between them is a while later, though they’re not in a relationship. Alice is invited to a wedding and asks Jack to be her plus one. Technically her invitation didn’t allow for a plus one, but it’s not like they would see him, right?

Naturally, Jack was elated by the invitation, and he showed up dressed in a very colorful but snappy suit. Come to think of it, it probably would look a lot like the suit he wears in the Aphrodesia crossover.

Minus the bloodstains of course. (And the wise guy dog man underling accessory.)

As always, whenever I show some of Jambeebot/Sauce’s beautiful art, I must give full credit to them for their hard work. I also want to remind everyone not to post the private art posted on the Snaccpop Patreon. Let’s always remember to be respectful of the original creator and the team working with them, okay?

Alice is used to Jack’s mysterious supernatural changes of clothes by this point, such as his super cozy robe and pajamas. (She has admittedly swiped his robe a couple times for herself despite how big it is on her, since it’s just so comfy.) Even still, the sight of Jack in a suit is striking. She can’t help but think it looks really good on him, and her heartbeat picks up at the sight of him.

Jack, naturally, overhears Alice thinking about how handsome he is, but he still asks her what she thinks, just being a little cheeky about it and wanting to hear her say what she’s thinking out loud. He might give praise easily to his sunshine, but he will soak up every drop of it she’ll give him like a plant dying of thirst.

Flustered at being asked after what she was just thinking (which she shouldn’t be having about her friend), Alice has to take a moment to recover, and she deflects, trying to overcompensate in being friendly with her praise, because she is not going going to make this weird. Jack just rolls with her being gently teasing even as she compliments him, bantering back with her lightly, and the nervousness melts from her quickly so they have a fun exchange.

Jack, naturally, praised Alice for her gorgeous dress. The way it hugged her curves was just... Mmm... It was tempting, to say the least. He had to look away and calm himself down, or she was going to catch just how much he ached to show her just how much he appreciated the view. His words came out soft, sincere, and a little shy, as he worried about coming on too strong. Alice is skittish about romance, and if he approaches her too fast, he might ruin things.

The flattery works very well on Alice, though inwardly she struggles to believe it. When Jack continues to praise her, talking in detail about what works about her outfit and her appearance, she gets so flustered she has to tell him to stop. Her face is cherry red, and her heart is pounding so hard she’s sure he can hear it. It feels way, way too good, and she redirects the conversation towards getting to the wedding on time.

Jack adores her reaction, and he wants to keep making Alice flustered, but he allows her to change the topic. It’s addicting to overwhelm her with praise and making her feel good, but he knows when to stop. Someday she’ll be ready for him to tease and please her as much as he wants. Someday.

The wedding is a beautiful ceremony, and Jack imagines that it’s him and Alice standing there before the officiant, saying such sweet vows of love. He can even imagine some of the things he would say to her. The couple only has eyes for each other, and he can’t help but want that, his gaze constantly straying to his sunshine. To his delight, she sneaks glimpses at him as well, only to look away quickly with pinked cheeks when he catches her looking.

Yet there’s a faint hint of somberness to Alice throughout the wedding, a wistfulness that doesn’t escape Jack’s notice. He waits until she’s away from others during the reception to ask her if she’s doing alright. She says she’s fine, and he gently broaches the subject of how she feels about getting married someday.

Alice is pensive as she swirls the drink in her hand, non-alcoholic despite the open bar. Her thoughts are all over the place, wanting what the married couple have, but thinking that’s something out of her reach now, along with other complicated thoughts about Ian.

After Alice admits she isn’t sure, Jack tells her it’s okay to still want this, to want to get married. His perceptiveness startles her yet again, and he continues before she can linger on it for too long, telling her that just because Ian’s love is fake doesn’t mean that all love is. Someday, she’ll realize there’s someone who truly loves her and will only look at her like the beautiful, irreplaceable treasure that she is, forever.

Alice is blushing all the way to her ears after that and barely manages to thank Jack, overwhelmed. Her heart pounds, and a small part of her can’t help but think that he certainly makes her feel that way... and how it feels almost too good to be around him at times.

Jack is quick to remind Alice that he’ll always be there for her, as long as she wants him to be. Again she can barely do anything more than thank him, but she appreciates him entering her life. She wished for a friend, and he’s everything she could ask for and more.

Soon enough someone comes by asking for her and their conversation comes to an end, much to Jack’s regret. However, before going back, Alice sneaks a squeeze to Jack’s hand, which he tenderly returns.

As Alice returns to the reception, she thinks that maybe Jack is right. Maybe someday she can be as happy as the married couple, only with the right person by her side.

After Alice and Jack get together as a couple, the subject of marriage is brought up again. Though it’s a heart pounding topic for both of them, there is the logistics of it they need to consider. It’s a more serious discussion that hangs heavy over the happy light and fluffy feelings.

A big wedding ceremony isn’t going to happen, sadly. Even a marriage certificate won’t work out, as ghosts(?) aren’t something the law is much concerned about. They could never get married in front of a bunch of friends and family who wish them well on their new life together.

Jack promises that he’ll be with Alice forever as long as she wants him to be, even without a ceremony, softly kissing her lips to emphasize his love. She asks timidly if he really wants forever with her.

“More than anything,” Jack breathes before kissing Alice again, this time more deeply.

The conversation starts to fragment from there. Words of love and promises of forever are exchanged. Jack needs to hear her say that’s what Alice wants too, and oh when his sweet sunshine says the words he longs to hear... he just has to show how much he loves her.

It’s not an outright proposal in so many words, but the sentiment is there, a small thought at the back of both their minds. It’s a promise that sparks desire and the two of them make love several times that night.

Dates between the pair range from innocent outings having fun, like visiting the park, the museum, the movies, etc... to more intimate private dates at home.

Though, admittedly, the “innocent” outings didn’t exactly stay G-rated like they did before they were dating. Jack just can’t help himself, and there’s a thrill to whisk his sunshine off into a secluded area where they’re not supposed to be so that he can show her his love even in a place where they might get caught. Alice is so cute when she struggles to remain quiet, especially when he can be as noisy as he wants, constantly showering her with sweet words and encouragement as she takes him so deep. It’s so much fun to see her flustered face, flush with excitement, and to tease her gently about them making love in such a risky place even as he praises her for it.

On those sorts of dates, Alice dresses a little nicer, but not too much, not wanting to attract unwanted attention from other people. It’s on the date nights at home that she tries to make special sometimes by dressing up in clothes definitely too... inappropriate to wear to a wedding.

(Oh hey, it’s my art for a change! Remember this from Alice’s initial concept sheet?)

Thigh-high stockings, a short skirt, midriff showing, fishnet sleeves, delicate jewelry, high heels, hair styled, and makeup carefully done... Alice might struggle to see herself as attractive, but she still gives it her all when dressing up for a date that isn’t just a casual outing. She wants to feel attractive on these nights... and Jack certainly does his absolute best to make sure she does.

Jack dresses up as well in that nice fancy suit. He can’t look shabby when Alice tried so hard to dress up for him, can he? The sight of her after she comes out of the bedroom once she’s finished is just... wow. He’s stunned every time, but his heart skips a beat as he realizes she bought a new outfit just for his eyes only. It’s such a rare treat to see her wearing clothes made to flatter her body instead of hiding it away.

At the same time, a more primal part of Jack wants to mess up all that hard work Alice put into her appearance. He wants to pin her down to the bed, smear the lipstick with his kisses, displace her top to give him access to her breasts and leave marks as rosy as her lips. He wants to pull her panties aside and gain access to the hidden treasure underneath, to drive himself deep inside her as she wraps her stocking-covered legs around him and calls his name as he reduces her to a beautiful loving mess.

Jack has to take a moment to compose himself. Later, he promises himself. Oh, there will be time to make plenty of messes with his sunshine later, but first comes the date. Alice worked so hard for his sake, and he would never want her to feel like her plans went to waste... and he certainly doesn’t want to throw away his own.

While Alice spent all that time getting ready, Jack cooked them a delicious meal. He went all out, preparing all of her favorite dishes. He even lit a couple (very colorful) candles to set a romantic atmosphere. She gave him access to her phone a while back, so he uses it to turn on the playlist he selected. He made sure to pick only nice romantic songs that would add to the atmosphere and not distract from it.

Alice has no idea what Jack has in store. She’s just happy to be on a date with him, treasuring these private moments together. They talk, they laugh, and they enjoy the meal he worked so hard to make. Jack doesn’t eat often since he doesn’t have to, and he’s mindful of her financial situation, but Alice enjoys eating together with him, especially on special occasions. He basks in her praise for his cooking, as well as the happy noises she makes as she takes those first surprised and pleasured bites. It makes all the work he put into cooking worth it, and when he mentions how he made it with love, her cheeks turn pink, and she tries to banter back that she can feel it.

“So can I,” Jack says, his dark eyes soft and adoring as he reaches across the table to place his hand on hers. Alice turns her hand over to lace their fingers together and admires his eyes in the romantic candlelight. “Sunshine... Alice... I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Jack,” Alice replies just as fondly, and she can say it easily now, her light blue eyes soft and shining in the light. “So very much.”

Even though the sun went down a couple hours before, Jack feels as though he’s basking in warm sunshine when Alice looks at him like that, and her words make him melt into a puddle of goo.

It’s time. Jack stands to move around the table to Alice’s side, their hands still laced together. She smiles at him and reaches out for him with her other hand as he bends down, expecting a kiss or even more... only for him to go lower. It catches her off-guard until she sees him get down on one knee and pull a ring box out of his pocket.

Alice is too stunned so speak, so Jack fills in the silence. He had an entire speech prepared. He talks about how much he loves her, how much she meant to him, how much she’s always meant to him since the day they met. She’s his angel who saved him from hell. She always looked at him like a person and cared about him even when she was afraid he wasn’t real or that his intentions might not be truthful at first. She was so kind and courageous, giving him a chance to prove how much he cared about her despite her misgivings or how hurt she was in the past.

Jack knows he can’t give her a grand wedding in front of all her friends and family... he can’t even promise a legal marriage. What he can promise is forever. Even if the world could never understand what they have, it doesn’t need to, because their love is more important than anything else in the world.

“Alice... will you marry me?”

The speech moved Alice to tears, smearing her makeup, but she was beyond caring. It was all she could do to choke back a whimper or sob so she wouldn’t miss a single word of his proposal. However, even after Jack finishes, her voice won’t work, too choked up with emotions, and she manages to nod. In her heart, she screams the word “Yes!” over and over, but her voice won’t cooperate with her. When she still can’t speak, she throws herself into his arms and clings close, nodding over and over as she buries her face into Jack’s neck and cries, overwhelmed and full of joy.

“It’s okay,” Jack coos softly as he nuzzles into her hair. “Take your time. I’ll be right here when you can say it out loud.” He kisses her softly then. “God... I love you so much.”

“Y... yes,” Alice eventually forces out, her voice cracking. “Yes,” she says again a little stronger. She repeats the word again and again, as it comes more easily each time. Finally she pulls back, her carefully done makeup ruined, but to Jack she’s never looked more beautiful. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Jack... Jack, I love you so much.”

Jack can’t hold back, he kisses Alice, pouring all his love into that single gesture. She returns the kiss with just as much enthusiasm, pawing at his back, a part of her desperately trying to get closer to him than is humanly possible. He draws her closer in return, only parting when she needs to breathe. As she catches her breath, her face adorably flushed, he slips the ring on her finger.

For a moment, Alice can only stare at the ring in wonder. It’s a beautiful thing, a gold band with a sunburst design around a blue stone with red and yellow accents. After a moment though, she has to ask how he got it, wondering if it’s something as supernatural (and unseen by others) as his changes of clothes.

Jack admits he ordered it online from a jeweler. He had to do it secretly so she wouldn’t find out, but he earned the money himself.

Stunned, Alice can only ask how, and though Jack is loathe to bring up Shaun during a moment like this that should be only about the two of them, he has to mention his friend and rival because he does owe Shaun for helping him. Practical effects for a horror movie are a lot more effective and unsettling with a ghost(?)’s help after all.

Alice can’t help but be moved by how far Jack went for her sake, and the tears flow anew. She kisses him, and he eagerly returns it. The time for talk has passed, and now it’s time for them to show how much they love each other with their bodies.

The mess they make together is even more amazing than Jack imagined. Alice is so beautiful wearing his engagement ring, moaning his name and telling him how much she loves him, forever. He makes sure to reward her for saying those beautiful words he longed to hear for so long by praising her, worshipping her body, and making sure she feels nothing less than the most beautiful and lovely person in the world.

Whatever else Alice might have expected to happen on their date night between dinner and their bedroom is forgotten as they lose themselves in each other. Even after Jack finishes inside her, he doesn’t pull out, and she won’t let him either with the way her legs remain securely locked around his hips. Kisses, soft and lazy follow in the afterglow, peppered with soft murmurs of love.

It would be a perfect end to the night, but Jack isn’t done, not by a long shot. Soon the fire is stoked again, and Alice welcomes to heat. She loses track of how many times they make each other cum, and soon all she can say is his name as he thoroughly loves her well into the night.

The next day, a text is sent in to her boss from her phone, stating that Alice is too sick to go to work. Jack lets her sleep in late for once and admires the way the morning sun makes his sunshine, his fiancée, shine.

They really will be together forever. Alice, this beautiful, wonderful ray of sunshine who pulled him out of hell truly loves him and wants to be with him forever. Jack can truly believe it now, and he’s never felt happier.

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #My Art #Ask

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Christmas coziness

Pairings: George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Pure fluff

Summary: Cuddling at night with your secret boyfriend during the Christmas holidays.

AN: Yup, we're doing harry potter world fanfiction now, I've been having writers block for our darling Eddie Munson so heres my compensation till I get some Eddie stuff actually finished.

❤️Just a short lil blurb type thing❤️

You lay on the mattress on the floor, no light in the room other than a large fat candle casting orange over the walls and the book case it was placed infront.

It was 12pm and you couldn’t sleep, sat against the wall under the closed window you read your book ”A romance at Hogwarts” wrapped in a thick knitted blanket with multicolored squares.

A soft tapping at the door broke off your reading as you looked up. The watch on your arm showed past midnight, did someone actually knock on the toor or was it just some animal outside in the snow, making its way home to its family for Christmas.

You decided to open the door anyway, folding the corner of the book you unwrapped yourself from the blanket and tiptoed across the floor, clad in Georges quidditch jumper you stole out of his trunk when realizing you hadn’t brought a single jumper, a pair of Christmas themed cotton trousers, the drawstring hanging loosely and thick green socks on your feet.

You turned the nob quietly and peeped out.

”George?” You whispered.

He walked past you into the room and turned towards you ”I thought we agreed no sneaking around at your parents house?” You smiled looking up at his tall frame where his curtain bangs framed his face.

”I know but I missed you” he leant down and gave you a long warm kiss on the lips.

You walked past him and plopped down on the fluffy mattress, closed your book and placed it on the floor.

”Nice pjs” you grinned as you saw George in a matching purple pajama set with balloons on, talking in a hushed tone ”I know right?” he chuckled as he sat down opposite you and crossed his long legs.

”Sooo what you up to?” He asked as he watched you rewrap yourself in the blanket.

”Not much, was just reading, can’t sleep” you whispered ”Its freezing here” you shuddered.

”Yeah the storage closet isn’t much of a warm cozy bedroom” he smiled shyly.

”Well I’m not complaining, I’m just glad I got to stay here for the holidays instead of at Hogwarts listening to professor Trelawny drone my ears off” you giggled. The comment earned a small laugh from George.

”Well you want some company? You know what they say about body heat right?” He winked.

”Ugh your so stupid” you rolled your eyes affectionately ”But yes I would like that very much thanks.

You slid under the covers and awkwardly unraveled yourself from the ball of a blanket. George slipped in behind you, throwing the blanket onto of the dove and wrapped his arms around you.

You nestled into him as his chin rested on the top of your head. ”But don’t fall asleep, you’re just cuddling with me till I do and then you have to creep back to your room”

”Remind me why are we keeping this a secret?”

”Because, its enough with Freds constant comments just imagine the rest of them, and were only 17 but we both know your mum will not stop haggling us for marige and grand babies, just look at her with Bill and him and Fleur only just got married”

”True, ok yeah that’s true”

”Besides, it’s kind of fun sneaking around isn’t it?” You asked him, turning your head to see your loves face.

”Yeah ok it is” he grinned. His words put you at ease and you turned back around.

”Ok now do your boy friendly duties and make me fall asleep” you joked.

”Im on it” George whisper shouted and squeezed you as tightly as he could. ”Ahh George stop, you’re gonna make me pass out!” You squealed.

You didn’t realize how loud you’d been and suddenly you clasped your hand on your mouth listening to any noise. The coast was clear, it seemed no one had heard you.

”Wasn’t that the point? You wanted to sleep right?” George joked behind you. you rolled your eyes ”Not forcefully! Now shut up and let me sleep”

You both closed your eyes and before you knew it you had drifted in to cozy dreams of Christmas and George and lots of other harmonious things.

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”Well well well, if it isn’t the two lovebirds” a voice was heard from the door and your eyes opened wide. You looked up to see Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny stood in the doorway.

You quickly turned to see George hugging you tightly fast asleep. You nudged him vigorously until his eyes slowly opened. ”You were supposed to leave you idiot” you groaned as George did the exakt same motion of looking up horrified to see the four younger teens.

”Aw merlins..”

”So you two are a thing now” Ginny grinned. ”Ron you owe me five gallons” Ron groaned as his sister nuged him.

”Molly said breakfast is ready” Hermione said awkwardly. ”Thanks Hermione we’ll be right out” you grinned awkwardly, sitting up.

The four made their way out of the doorway ”Uh harry?” Harry turned curiously to see what you wanted ”Could you.. maybe uh close the door?” You asked awkwardly. He smiled apologetically and shut the door.

”George!” You whisper shouted and the boy laid beside you rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. ”You were supposed to go back to your room”

”Sorry, must have fallen asleep” he apologized, sitting up on the mattress, massaging his neck.

You both quickly made your way down to breakfast in the tall gangly building with mismatched decor but somehow worked. Everyone besides the adults snickered as you both entered the kitchen, George behind you, still looking sleepy as ever but almost a foot taller than you.

”Whats so funny?” Molly asked as she stirred the pot of scrambled eggs on the old stove.

”Oh nothing, we just witnessed something unexpected” Ron told his mother.

Molly rolled her eyes ”Why you are a great story teller Ronald, lots of detail”

”Well I guess if they know we may as well tell the others?” George asked you. You simply nodded.

”Mum, everybody” George said reluctantly as Fred flashed a wicked grin at him. ”Me and Y/N are.. together.. and have been since.. the end of fifth year”

Molly exclaimed in happiness while Fred watched the scene unfolding.

”Since fifth?!”

”But you’ve only been flirty this year!”

”Congrats”

”Whens the wedding?”

”Oh how lovely!”

”Knew it!”

”Told you Molly!”

”Ron you really are oblivious, congratulations you guys”

George groaned as you sat down in a chair next to Fred, earning a wink from him.

”Told you” you grinned at George.

#george weasley #weasley twins #harry potter #harry potter aesthetic #winter #christmas #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #george weasley fanfiction #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction fluff #harry potter universe

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2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 9, 15, 16, 18, 19, 22, 27, 28, 31, 33, 36, 44, 45, 48, 49, 51, 57, 60? For Benvi? And you obviously don't have to do all of these!😅

Oh I’m answering all of them 😘

2. What would they do if the other woke up in a manic state after a nightmare?

This happens a lot to Devi and Ben always pulls her into a bear hug and reassures her that everything is all right. Then he makes her a cup of tea, which she drinks while he strokes her hair and they listen to classical music (with harp) or watch a home video of her dad. The few times this happened to Ben (stress of college and starting his internship). She calms him down with soft words and playing nature sounds. Then she makes him a cup of tea and rubs his back while he drinks it.

3. Do they wear each other’s clothes? (Sweatshirt, bandanna, necklace, ect)

Devi steals Ben’s sweatshirts constantly, she also wears his t-shirts all the time. Ben likes to wear one of her scrunchies around his wrist.

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be protected?

Devi is definitely more protective, she has angrily yelled at Ben’s parents more than once. Devi however needs to be protected from smaller things, Ben has to keep a tight grip on her hand so she doesn’t walk into traffic accidentally.

5. Describe their cozy night in?

They order take out, wear pajamas, and cuddle under a fluffy blanket; In their fort they built. They either play games or watch a movie.

8. What happens if one of them gets sick?

They take time off to help take care of each other. Devi gets really worried when Ben gets sick so she forces him to go to the doctor (even if it’s just a cold)

9. What are their thoughts on having children?

I think they want them, Ben definitely wants them a little bit more than Devi but both of them are on the same page about having them. They want 2!

15. Do they always say I love you before leaving?

Yes! Always!

16. Can they stay up all night just talking?

Yes! They do this constantly, so they’ve had to implement a rule of only doing this on weekends.

18. How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind?

Very likely!! They would have 2 cats!

19. How do they feel about PDA?

They are the absolute worst when it comes to PDA, they are always touching each other and kissing.

22. What reminds each of their partner?

This is going to be corny, just a warning.

What reminds Devi of Ben:

The blue of the sky

The smell of new books

Coffee

Anyone wearing a bright/ obnoxious colored shirt.

What reminds Ben of Devi:

The smell of the earth after it rains

People playing music

Sun rays breaking through clouds

Wildflowers

27. Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party?

Devi, she thinks she can drink a lot and always tries to participate in drinking games but ends up losing due to how quickly she gets drunk. It doesn’t help that her favorite drinks are sugary cocktails with a very high alcohol content.

28. What are their thoughts on pet names? Do they have any for each other?

They like them even thought they (meaning Devi) like to pretend they don’t.

Of course! We all know that David is definitely a pet name for Devi at this point. Ben also calls her Babe, which she always rolls her eyes about but secretly loves. Devi calls Ben any number of ridiculous pet names she made up trying to get one to stick. She does call him, “sweetheart” a lot just because it bugs him. For awhile she tried out Benny boy, but he begged her to stop after she called him it during sex (I’m sorry for this one, jk I’m not). She mainly sticks to calling him obnoxious (which in a way is a pet name) or just simple ones like, “honey, babe, dear (she loves to say this one in a ridiculous accent).”

31. Can they sit side by side without touching? Or are they handsy?

They are very handsy, however they have to keep it in check when they are around Devi’s family, which results in them planning footsie under the table.

33. Who’s the better cook?

Ben, only because Devi has very little patience for cooking. She does however enjoy baking which Ben says takes way more patience then cooking. They argue about this constantly.

36. Who’s more likely to fire up the stove at 2 am because the other on woke up hungry?

Ben, he makes sure to keep the kitchen stocked with snack and easy late night meal ingredients.

44. Who would dance in the kitchen while making dinner? Would the other watch or join them?

Devi, which is part of what makes her a bad cook. She starts listening to music and dancing, and forgets what she is doing.

Ben watches her at first then sneaks up behind her to “waltz” through the kitchen with her. The dancing always ends with them kissing up against the counters, then dinner gets abandoned and they end up ordering take out later.

45. Can they fall asleep without each other?

Yeah, but they have a hard time. Especially Devi, she likes to know that Ben is next to her when she sleeps.

48. Who’s the better driver?

Devi, Ben drives like an old lady.

49. Does either one of them have a hard time being away from each other?

Yes, they both hate to be away from each other for more than a day and try to avoid it at all costs.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Ben will grab Devi’s hand and squeeze it. Devi will kiss his forehead, or lay her head on his shoulder and kiss it.

57. Whose the serious one when it comes to grocery shopping and who tosses things in the cart?

Ben is very serious and wants to stick to the list, while Devi is a major impulse buyer and convinces him to try all the weird soda flavors.

60. Who pulls the other closer when they are sleeping?

Devi is constantly pulling Ben closer to her. They start out on their sides and ends with Devi full on kola hugging Ben.

#never have i ever #benvi #otp: i’ll miss you. a lot #otp: difficult personalities #headcannons #ask games #otp ask game #devi vishwakumar #ben gross #we as a fandom need to talk more about Devi’s love for music #it’s a crime that it isn’t mentioned more!!!#kay answers

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