#yes I want tea even though I complain about being too warm

[filet-o-feelings]

I forgot getting into this bed at my parents' house is basically an Olympic sport for someone of my height.

My parents got an alarm so I'm now locked in and can't even open a window. It's hot in here and nice outside and I just want to open a window 😭

#sorry for complaining I'm grumpy and just need sleep and real food #I'm actually very happy to be here but also I just want to cry #shopping tomorrow with mom for last minute christmas gifts and cold brew #and maybe some tea because they don't have tea in this house #I brought some but I want a decaf option because I really wanted tea tonight before bed #yes I want tea even though I complain about being too warm #just like I hate cold weather but drink iced coffee all winter #I like what I like #this is getting away from me #but honestly would I even be me without a novel of rambly tags? #I want to drink more cold water but then I'll have to pee and that means getting back out of and into this bed again #i don't know how it's so tall #I basically have to throw myself onto it 😂 #it's not fun when I'm so tired! #okay I'm going to try to catch up on what I missed today #I surprised myself by not being on tumblr constantly in the car #how are you all doing? #if you made it this far please tell me about your day! ❤️

[onelocket]

cuddles, please?

sick fyodor d. x sick reader

requested by -- sweet anon! (click here for more context)

involves -- domestic relationship, a touch starved gn reader, scenario held place in summer & possible russian mistakes ;_;

headcanons

you feel as if it was your fault sometimes

Because each one brings you a shock, honestly. How was Fyodor also sick with you? One day you just woke up to the sound of him quietly blowing his nose on a tissue, jolting yourself up to sit as you see him sat on the desk, head turned to you in surprise of your wake.

“I’m sorry, milaya. Did I wake you?”

“…Fyodor? Wait- why are you sick?!”

‘Why’ as if he wanted it in the first place. Your sad little face and teary eyes would make him a little startled at first—perhaps even a bit amused as the process went ahead, but eventually would he coo to you how he’s okay, and that it wasn’t your fault regardless if you had the fever first.

endless mutual worry and care

Now that you both were sick, it was kind of hard to balance out who should take over for who. But now, it’s as if the care rocks back and forth a little too quickly… yet who were you to complain? He didn’t seem to complain either.

“Really, (Name). I’ll be okay. I’ll make us a cup of tea, you sit there.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do all the work.” You frown out, peeking from his behind as he was already holding two cups. “Mm.. how about I make you your cup while you make mine? I promise to add your jam..” You deal out, a small smile copying his that eventually came out too.

“Want me to tell you a Russian bedtime story?”

Sometimes, when the nights were difficult to sleep through and boring since you still don’t get to hold Fyodor because of his ‘reasons’, you end up staying awake in these hours. He obviously realizes this, at first just watching you in hopes you’d close your eyes at it. But when you just can’t,

“Mm, (Name). Come closer.” He whispered, catching your attention.

“Yes, why?” You ask, although doing as told whilst you scoot closer, both of you on your sides as you look up at him curiously. “Will you finally give me a hug?”

He shook his head, but before you get to complain again—“I want to tell you a bedtime story. Would you like me to?” he strikes up the question, earning your excited nod.

Those nights end up easier to go through as you hear his lovely, addicting voice. You’d, albeit faint, sometimes hear him say ‘Я тебя люблю’ a lot during the ending of each story, sometimes even hear it add up with ‘так сильно’ after the ‘Я’, which made you really curious about what he actually said. Unbeknownst to you though, your lover was saying ‘I love you’ and ‘I love you so much’.

you’re too cute for him to resist.. sometimes…

Despite how you know Fyodor prefers to be warm, he actually denies your touch still, reasoning that “We’ll sweat together” or “I might cough on you”. Personally you saw these reasons unlikely of him, but instead of arguing, you improvised.

“Fyodor… I want to take a nap.” You whine out, placing your head carefully on his lap as he sits there leaning on the bed frame, gazing at the afternoon sky.

“Then nap,” He replied, tilting his head though still not facing you. “You want to sleep there, don’t you? Just this once, milaya.”

“Hehe, okay.”

You knew he knew your tricks, but if he lets you? You’ll take it all the way. It made him happy too, seeing you want him even if he already said for you to feel otherwise.

scenario

“(Name), you shouldn’t use your phone so often.” You hear whilst you do as digressed—finger scrolling through the endless sea of posts and rants your friends flocked your feed with.

Despite summer being this new opportunity for a big blank canvas to paint with vibrant and eye catchy colors, they’re instead using their time to click through letters upon letters and share rants about how they’d be doing better things right now like ‘making life more colorful’. What irony, huh?

Speaking of, what about you? Why were you scrolling through these rants? Well, you had your reasons. One of which was because of somebody’s state right now.

“I’ll be okay, Fyodor..” You whine out, rolling on your back as the soft mattress hugs it just right, you able to let out a quiet sound of satisfaction from it whilst you kept your hands on the phone.

It’s only been a few minutes since you even had your phone screen unlocked, so you found it quite irritating that he was already telling you to get off. “Meanwhile, I personally think that you stop worrying and get-” You’d trail, momentarily pausing when you hear Fyodor’s coughing interrupt you; “…more rest.” finishing with a sigh.

“Mm, and what does that make you, milaya?” He replied, slowly putting down his hand which was just covering his mouth a few seconds ago. “Aren’t you going to rest?”

“I don’t want to.” You pout, once again rolling against your stomach as you swing your feet up and down, your toes hitting the pillows. But you weren’t that petty to hit your lover, so you also slowed down a bit, turning your head back to him. “I can’t find my eyes sleeping.”

“That’s because you’re on your phone.” He points out with a small gesture, his own head tilting to the side before he sighed—“My.. come here.” patting the spot beside him whilst he carefully sat up. You wondered if you should play around a little with your boyfriend, but because he was sick, you denied the taunt.

So you press your palms on the bed sheets as you get yourself sat up, one hand moving to click your phone shut. You crawl back to Fyodor, pout softening to a normal gaze as you considered to hold him, but his body language didn’t seem to match the thought. Instead you sit beside him, hugging your knees a little.

“You’re upset with me, (Name). Isn’t that right?” He cooed, a finger delicately brushing strands of hair away from your face as your cheeks peach up, although react no further than that. “Why should I be?” You question, fingers finding themselves holding onto your kneecaps.

“Let’s see… because I keep refusing to hold you?” He immediately had a response to, a soft smile on his face. To the normal sight, Fyodor might even be seen as charming and such a gentleman for smiling like that for his lover, but to you—oh you knew… that his smile was definitely a taunting, teasing one.

You groaned at the knowledge, a frown coming back rather than a pout. “I don’t understand why not? We’re both sick.” You tampered, tapping onto the bedsheets like an impatient customer.

“That’s exactly why.” He replied almost in a fake surprised voice, putting his hand down as he picked up the bottle of sanitizer on the bedside table, spraying alcohol on the hand that he coughed on earlier before showing the bottle to indirectly ask if you want to do the same. You take it, mainly so that he can rub both of his hands together. But you also end up spraying a bit on your hands, plopping the bottle on the beside table on your side before facing him again.

“What do you mean ‘that’s exactly why’? I want to hug you, Fyodor. It doesn’t matter if you’re sweaty! Don’t you wanna warm up from the air conditioning?” You contrast, spreading your hands a little in desperate request for his hug. “You know it’s you who’s the main reason why I hug you, not just because of how it feels.” You even add, hoping it’d move his heart.

He quietly chuckles at your claim, which honestly boosted up your hopes… for a moment, until you see his gaze back to normal without even a hint of change in his answer. What- did he seriously just laugh at you because he takes pity on your desperation?

“O-or just forget it..” You scoff out, your arms crossing each other as you turn around, your stuffy nose deciding that now would be the great time to embarrass you as you sniffle, although try to hold it back just to appear more… oh, what even was the proper word?

You were just petty. And upset that you can’t hold your lover. “I don’t need your hug anymore.” You add whilst laying down, to which you wouldn’t know how it’d affect him as your back was turned to him.

He was quiet for a little bit—Fyodor resting on his elbow with a faint smile as he indulged a bit more into your reaction. You were always either so attractive or so cute to him, now being the latter as he moved his elbow away, lying down on his side with his body facing you.

You refused to initiate the talk again, although your arms would slowly fall back from crossing each other, pressing against the smooth mattress as you hum in delight.

At least the bedsheets felt nice. It was one of the more lighter coverings, one silkier and nice to the touch so it’d ease the both of you to sleep.

And it worked exactly as it’s purpose.

Before you and even Fyodor knew, he’d hear quiet snoring coming from you, your body’s tension gone and melted as the cold of your air conditioning eased the sweat off.

His smile fades, although face keeping a soft look on it while he thought, “I couldn’t even get to move yet… but you’re already sound asleep.” left to look at your beautiful hair and your back hinting your slow breathing.

But quickly would he grow sleepy of watching you, his eyes glancing at the door for a bit before they fall back to you.

He planned to go outside the bedroom to get a hot cup of tea, even more so excited earlier as he thought of sharing the sudden idea with you, but found himself discarding it.

“Tomorrow..” Fyodor tells himself, closing his lips as he moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as careful as possible without you waking up.

He’d close his eyes at your scent, his love for your smell never leaving even if the both of you were sick. At that moment, he had genuinely hated how his nose was stuffy as well—loathing it to disappear just so he can indulge more in you.

But him in your arms was enough. To see you asleep and peaceful kept him calm and satisfied.

Fyodor scoots closer so his head meets your shoulder, resting it there comfortably as he kept you warm. “Good night, (Name).” He hummed out, pressing a kiss on your shoulder before rubbing your skin softly with his thoughts lingering—“Get well soon for me. Because I’d rather see you feel better than see anything else right now.”

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[yuri-is-online]

Hi Yuri! I hope you are doing well<333 I really enjoy reading your writing and I am always more fond of reading the little octatrio fish gang! I dont really know how this usually works because I never send in any asks at all nor do I see your rules list or anything but if you dont mind I would like to make a request<3

A mc who finds an out of tune and old piano and fondly remembers that they used to play piano back in their world. And perhaps Azul hears in on this and despite the piano being old and out of tune, it is rather beautiful how you play it because of how imperfect the notes are being played out. (SORRY I WAS LISTENING TO FALLEN DOWN AND THE FEELINGS WERE JUST SURGING AND THE BRAINROT WAS TOO MUCH)

You dont have to force yourself or anything! Please take care and dont feel too pressured! <3

The Most Romantic of All Arts (Azul Ashengrotto x Yuu)

Hello dear friend and I am doing quite well thank you! I'm pleased you like my writing; the octotrio is what finally cracked my resolve to check out Twisted Wonderland and put FGO on the back burner so I suppose I shouldn't beat myself up too much for writing about them so much. I am sorry I caused you stress with my lack of rules, I don't usually send requests or asks myself, so I felt really bad to have frightened you. Not too sure if this will end up being what you had in mind, it got away from me a bit.

Also when you say Fallen Down, you do mean the Undertale soundtrack piece right? It's a soothing song I listened to it while I was plotting this to try and get into a similar headspace.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, header taken from the painting Spirit by George Roux (1885) which I found on this wordpres blog article I took the title from, it's a neat painting, Azul learning to find beauty and love in imperfections is important to me ok? Other works can be found on my masterlist here.

Sometimes you wonder if Ramshakle is sentient. The old building has more rooms than you know what to do with, and lovely as the ghosts are they don't fully remember what they were used for, if they remembered in the first place. But still there was something about those rooms that seemed to love you; he guest room almost built itself up around you, the kitchen had only needed some basic repairs before it was ready to help play host again, and no matter where a fire place was found it was always eager to burst to life and warm you and Grim.

It does not have the same love for Azul, he'd complained as much when you talked about just what it was he wanted with the building after the events of his overblot had cooled between you.

"It's got a graveyard in front of it, though?" That really had been the crux of your whole argument. It was hard to be annoyed with his laugh when it sounded so nice, the genuine amusement a refreshing difference to his previous performitive indifference.

"Yes," he muses, sipping at his real before he continues, "I'm not bothered by that much, ghosts and grave ships aren't uncommon sights under the sea, but I always forget how unusual humans think they are."

"There's a lot of superstitions about places where people are buried." You mean it as an explanation, but it brings an odd look to Azul's face, like there's an emotion bubbling beneath his surface he doesn't want to acknowledge but is too strong to suppress. It settles over you both, as you try to focus on drinking your tea while your host seems content to let his grow cold.

"Well, I suppose it's a good thing that ruin isn't really sentient." He sounds almost bitter, disappointed in how long he has let his drink cool you decide as he reaches for the pot and warms it with some fresh tea. "Otherwise, I'd accuse it of trying to keep you."

It's a silly thought, but the sight of this latest discovery really does have you wondering. You are supposed to be in that wonderfully accommodating kitchen making snacks for when Azul decides to "coincidentally drop by" later this evening to "go over the Lounge's expenses" in your guest room. On a Tuesday. When it was almost guaranteed business would be slow enough to keep anyone from wondering too hard about where he'd gone or the twins from being too upset about running things. But instead of "just wanting to try" a new recipe, you are here, tucked in a room just a bit further down the hall from the guest room watching Grim give his best impression of Ace after completing a magic trick. Because stars know he has never seen any other magicians.

"TA-DA!" He puts both of his paws out to really sell the piano at the window. "See, I told you I had a great surprise!"

"I'm sorry for not believing you." You say and try not to laugh with just how much more proud that seems to make him. "But where did you find this? Or how I guess, unless you moved it?"

"Nah." He shakes his head before remembering he's supposed to be the "great" Grim. "I mean I could have! But I'm just so cool I managed to find a piano here already, so all I had to do was clean it up instead! You're welcome henchuman." You scratch just behind his ears and politely ignore his purrs as you examine the piano and its bench. They're old, likely just as ancient as everything else in the dormitory and likely extremely, achingly out of tune. But the mere sight of it makes your fingers itch, and Grim barely has to whine "Well ain't you gonna play somethin'?" Before you're at the bench, experimentally pressing the keys to try and sound out something.

Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are-

You hum it rather than sing, irrationally worried Grim will somehow figure out it's a lullaby and complain that you're babying him instead of cutely dancing along with the music like it's one of the cassettes Deuce let you borrow. He cheers for another, and you oblige, letting your muscle memory carry you as far as it can as you try searching your brain for just what it was you wanted most to hear from yourself after all this time being unable to play.

And missing the click of a heavy door down the hall in the effort.

Azul hears nothing at first, and though it does disappoint, it does not bother him. He's had a long day, one about to be made longer still by the grey zone already draping itself around his thoughts as he shrugs his blazer off to his shoulders while en route to the Ramshackle guest room. He pauses, for what he tells himself is only going to be second, at the kitchen door and is left unrewarded for his detour.

You aren't there: and that does bother him somewhat, even if it should not if his pretext is to be believed. These visits were too commonplace to be random, but maybe you'd made plans, deciding not to look past his excuses for the evening. Maybe you were asleep, tired of the day or just plain tired of him. But there is a kettle sat on it's base, mercifully not on just yet, but two mugs and the pour over cone set next to as if it was expecting company. The nerves remain knotted in his stomach, though the cause shifts towards something more welcome.

So you do have a mug purposefully set aside and designated just for him, and is that a little recpie card with notes on coffee taped to that tin? These things should worry him, the picture he snaps and immediately hides in a folder should be for a purpose. But it's separate from those ones, labeled something inane and barely full with how careful he is to have his longing remain unseen. He wonders, briefly if it would be an intrusion to make the drinks himself. If it would reveal to much to show outright he knows the way you take yours instead of just saying it in time with your order, but knows that would not be the exact issue here. He is a guest, and guests limit themselves to the halls and that room he forces himself, with haste that would be noticeable if you were there to see it, back down the hall and back towards the guest room. Azul has work to do, he can content himself with the warmth the mental image the cups on the counter produces until something forces him to pause at a door once more. The piano is old, droning out a tune that is unpolished and rusty from the player's lack of practice but filled with such a specific sort of joy it has him actually running towards it.

You sit at the bench, a serious look of determination on your face so unlike the usual Yuu it can't help but be cute. Grim sleeps contentedly on your lap as you continue searching for the threads of melody still trapped inside your head from years of only occasionally reluctant practice. It's an unfamiliar tune in composition, but not in feel. There's words to this song, maybe not in the form of lyrics, but there all the same for him to stumble even closer to as he comes to a halting stop just behind you and the music ends in a surprised crash as you whip your head around to see him.

"Azul!"

"Very sorry to interrupt." He holds up both hands in surrender, composure only just maintained as you check to see Grim still asleep and laugh nervously. "I didn't know you could play."

"Can't really." You say somewhat bitterly and more confidence comes to Azul as a slight plan froms in his mind. "I'm really out of practice ugh. I know it shouldn't annoy me! But with how everything's been since I showed up, it's just not been on my mi- Oh hello?"

Azul fully removes his jacket and sets it on a side table close to where he had been satanding, moving to sit on the bench next to you. He has enough mercy not to loosen his tie or do anything else scandalous, but the close examination he gives to the keys could have fooled you. "Pity it's so out of tune, this is a nice piano."

"I know right! I'm really happy Grim found it." You resist the urge to poke his cheeks some and Azul lightly, trying not to too openly relish in your surprise reaches one arm around your back to place his hands into a similar position as you had been earlier, tucking you close to his side.

"May I?" He's smug. Too smug it's robbing you of sanity.

"What's it going to cost?" You try too hard not to sound like you're flailing as you look to see your question hasn't even phased him at all.

"Oh normally I wouldn't dream of charging for a performance," he clearly lies "but it's been such a long day I wouldn't say no to a cup of coffee." And he's off, music only marred by the off key of the piano in a clearly purposeful display of talent meant to sear itself into your mind enough that you don't think about his request too long. You and he are from two different worlds, but he knows that music has a way of gapping that if the stories of the mermaid princess told him anything at all. So when he purposefully slows the song at its end, he knows you know, that tricky smile he swore once he'd always hate kicking his heartbeat up again as you lean fully against his shoulder.

"Beautiful." You say, not bothering to give the compliment direction as he can't help but agree. "We should play together next time."

"I-" You pick yourself up and what he wants to say slows when you pick up his jacket for him and hold out a hand. Later, he all to easily decides. Later, without Grim and with specific time set purposefully aside so you know just how much it matters. "I would like that. You'll have to show me the songs that you can remember from your world." And he takes your hand just to soothe some of the ache, trying and failing not to show just how happy he is when you keep it.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #<3 asks #i really love old paintings and actually ended up making this one my phone bg #so thank you v much for sending me this request annon idk if i would have found it otherwise

[slashersidewhore]

Slashers! HC S/O with chronic migraines

Slasher x gn!reader

Includes Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair

Requested? Yes

Warnings: chronic pain, beefy murder boyfriends, fluffy shit, smidge of angst if you squint

Michael Myers

Doesn’t really do much about it until later in your relationship

After he’s grown more comfortable around you

He has noticed it though, since the first time it happened

He’s an observant man

The severity of migraines can be different each time, reveal various symptoms and overall be a pain in the ass

Michael doesn’t really care much at first

I mean, so what if your head is bothering you?

He’s been shot multiple times and never complained

Although now that he’s actually grown fond of you, he finds himself uncomfortable with the idea of you being in pain

It’s weird, his chest gets all tight, he palms get clammy, his internal war is silent but most definitely raging

I don’t see him as someone who would run a hot bath, or bring you tea and pain medication

I’m not sure he even knows how to show he wants to help

So he just… watches

You’ll be groaning in the kitchen as you heat up some leftovers, turn the corner and oo! Jumpscare

Laying on the couch with a heating pad on your forehead?

For some reason there’s a shadow looming in the adjacent hall

Taking medication?

…Why can you hear heavy breathing

The kinda guy to plop down beside you, in silence, and just let you sprawl yourself across his lap

Probably won’t pet your hair or even touch you, just stare at your closed eyes

3.6/10 care, could definitely improve his score but probably never will

Most likely wants to stab your migraine

He doesn’t understand how it would work though

Thomas Hewitt

A total sweetheart

Just wants to help even though he’s not sure how

Probably would make the pain worse

Sorry! Someone had to say it

This man is so gentle with you, he can’t stand to see you in any condition other than happy and healthy

The kinda guy to promise quiet so you can rest, and then trips over everything in sight immediately after

He’s bulky, what do you expect

Doesn’t like Hoyt making any comments that would make you feel worse

Like that your pain isn’t real or you’re exaggerating

No worries though

One rev of his chainsaw and his uncles lips are sealed

Stay out of the basement

He knows it smells bad, and when he’s working it’s loud

He just doesn’t want your pain to get worse

Had to ask Luda Mae what a migraine when is, and what he can do to help

Will instruct Hoyt to get medication while he’s out

Would honestly take all your pain for himself if he could, seeing you like this hurts immensely

Not a talker, but the body language is strong

The minute you’re rubbing your temple with a rough hand, his shoulders cave in, eyes wide with furrowed brows

He looks devastated

He’s not trying to guilt you

He just hasn’t had someone like you in his life before, and he only wants the best for you

Need a hot bath? He’ll sacrifice his own warm shower later

Muscles cramped? He’s already massaging away as you’re face first on your shared bed

Hungry?… well Luda Mae can take care of that

Would do anything you asked

Ask him to do anything

Go on

He wants you too

Bo Sinclair

Doesn’t know the first thing about taking care of someone

…I’m sensing a pattern here…

Anyway

Is one of the slashers who actually talks

And while that makes communication easier, sometimes words don’t solve every problem

Can be harsh

Doesn’t mean to be, he was just taught about rage more than happiness from a young age

Doesn’t mean he doesn’t care

It’s all with good intentions

Oddly enough doesn’t chastise or mock your pain, you’d think he would honestly, but no

He’d never want to make you feel as though he doesn’t believe you

Does he know how to take care of migraines? No of course not, he is one

Does he go into town to get anything you ask? Yes of course

Won’t baby you, or treat you like glass

He’s a tough love kinda guy

The one that thinks he’s patting you on the back but actually is crushing your spine each slap of his hand

You get the jist

Doesn’t really like Vincent or Lester around you when you’re in pain

Not that he distrusts them

I just think he’s the kinda guy who subconsciously is overprotective, yet will never admit or even notice it

Raises his voice a lot

This man talks in all caps

You need to constantly remind him it’s making your head throb even worse

Or when he starts smoking around you

He’s not doing it on purpose, promise

Will get snarky if you start speaking to him with an attitude, again, it’s not intentional he just forgets you’re in pain and those kinda of things make it worse

Remind him you love him, you just need some silence for a bit

Shuts him up real fast

Calls you doll, doesn’t treat you like you’re fragile though

Pretends to not like your jokes about him being your, “little nurse”

The redness of his ears is an indicator though

Vincent Sinclair

The one I would trust most with a s/o with this problem

He’s not a softy

By any means

Just because he’s quiet doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to manage stuff

Especially when it comes to someone he cares about being in pain

Is one of the slashers I see actually putting the effort in to pamper you

Not extremely advertantly though, more subtle

He’s observant, you need to be when you’re as quiet as him

Notices the minute you start feeling a migraine come on

Will leave little drawings where he knows you’ll find them

So you know he’s there in case you need him

If you want to sit in his studio and just be near him, he’ll just continue working

If you want him to pay attention to you, he’ll start sketching a little doodle of your face

You want to go for a walk outside? He’s not doing that, but will insist Lester accompany you for safety

There isn’t much danger in Ambrose, aside from the Sinclairs themselves, but it calms his nerves

If Bo tries to give you a hard time he’s receiving a cold glare

Would kill anyone who bothers you or makes your pain worse, unless it’s his brothers, but strangers are fair game

I feel like Vincent probably suffers from headaches/migraines as well

They probably manifested at a young age due to the loud, stressful childhood he suffered

Overall, knows how to care for you

Is gentle unlike his twin

Would let you rest your head on his lap and nap there

Wouldn’t move even if he needed to pee, he’s just frozen like a literal statue, letting you use him as a pillow

9/10, but if Bo had a migraine he could give less a shit

Only worries about you

Hope this catered as expected!

I don’t suffer from migraines but my sister does, I’m a little in tune to the pain they cause

Thanks for reading!

Requests are open!

#thomas hewitt #vincent sinclair #michael myers #slasher #thomas hewitt x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #michael myers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #slasher requests #slashers fanfic

[mimimyluv]

Hetalia y/n’s have to stand together, how about England x Reader where y/n admires his tattoos?

anon bless your heart because this lead me down a path of picturing arthur as a prep with secret tattoos and i promptly blacked out. when i woke up i ended up with this oneshot. i hope you enjoy and may your meals always be delicious and your pillow always cold (or warm depending on how you like it lol). also i wasn't sure if you wanted smut, so it's sfw (just to be safe). but it's still suggestive. if you wanted full-blown smut tho just lmk 👍

⏆﹒⬚﹒🍏﹒➲﹒reader admiring arthur's tattoos; gn! reader (nothing specified), 800 words/4k characters, fluff with some suggestive themes. lowercase intended.

the contrast is interesting, you muse.

your lover’s always projected a proper– if not a tad pretentious– image of the quintessential upper-class english man. he has all his clothes and shoes tailored; every thread and button perfectly bespoke (the extra costs just for suit jackets can be somewhat incomprehensible, but he always assures you it is a perfectly good investment. you never complain too much– not when he’s so damn handsome in those same bespoke suits).

he drinks his tea with a pinky up; always, always with the fine, intricately painted porcelain (an antique dating back to the victorian era, he often tells you).

he rubs elbows with the upper echelons of london society; engaging in those stereotypical, hoity-toity activities only people with money to burn can do (polo, horseback riding, fucking golf… it would make you laugh if it weren’t for his tall, elegant frame, with the lean, subtle musculature of the ideal english sportsman).

but beneath that proper exterior, though– there’s something more passionate, something more untamed lurking. while arthur often keeps that side of him under wraps, you have the privilege of being privy to it in numerous ways.

you’re reminded of it as you laze next to him in his sheets, basking in the post-sex afterglow. his back is to you, you can fully take in the smattering of golden freckles across his fair skin, and… oh.

“i haven’t seen this one before.”

you trace your fingers along the merfolk inked on his back. you try to summon some hazy memories from a past gallery date with arthur– ah, yes. it’s a near-identical replica of john william waterhouse’s mermaid, except…

it’s you. replacing the mermaid combing her long, auburn hair is you. you’re in that same, languid pose, with just a long white fabric draped tightly along your body to preserve the barest modicum of modesty. somehow, though– with the sultriness of your eyes, the curve of your bare neck and shoulders– this remaster of waterhouse’s mermaid somehow seems more… suggestive.

“do you like it?” he murmurs, turning over to face you. his forest-green eyes are lidded, light, feathered lashes nearly resting on the top of his freckled cheeks. this is the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him; your heart leaps for a split second.

“a tattoo of me?” you say, mock-dryly. still, your face is warm, and you can’t help but smile. “i thought you hated cliches.”

“ah, well.” suddenly, he’s blushing too. his freckles are even more stark against his skin; you barely resist the urge to trace your thumb all over them. “some… can be alright.”

you grin.

“when did you get this?”

“a few weeks after our date to the tate.”

you can’t help but snort out a laugh, fond.

“and you said you were done with tattoos, hm?”

“when i saw that painting,” the pinkness of his cheeks deepen, “i just couldn’t stop seeing you. so one last tattoo couldn’t hurt, i suppose.”

“mhm, it’s not like i mind,” you whisper, drawing a hand down to trace the tudor roses and ivy inked along his ribs, “you know i love your tattoos, arthur.”

“perhaps that’s why i had it done,” he laughs raspily, “you might only want me for my tattoos. needed something to keep the spark alive, don’t you think, my dear?”

“don’t be an idiot.” you lightly chastise him, then draw him closer for a kiss, bracing him by your hand on the back of his head. unlike the heated, passionate kisses you two shared earlier, he moves his mouth against yours slowly and indulgently; the kind of kiss that could lull you to slumber after a long day.

“let me see it again, then.” you say against his lips, quiet and muffled. he smirks, uncharacteristically roguish.

“i believe you just proved my earlier point.”

“oh, shut up.”

he complies anyway, shifting so you can see his back; this time, you can study it more clearly. your face, stark as day– maybe it’s corny, but you can’t help the way your heart leaps at the sight. proper, upper-class arthur kirkland being lovestruck enough to have you permanently inked on his skin, even when he’s eschewed tattoos and everything that can be linked to delinquency in favor of his image. there’s just something truly… amazing about it.

“i wanna see the rest.” you mumble. he rolls over, pretending to grumble.

“maybe you really are just with me for my tattoos, love.”

you ignore him and look over the rest of his tattoos– the tudor roses and ivy on his ribs; the plantagenet lions on his left shoulder; a hobbes’ quote– a great leap in the dark– on his right forearm.

and now, the portrait of you as waterhouse’s mermaid on his back.

“i do love your tattoos, arthur.” you quietly repeat, settling down next to him. you draw nearer, hooking a leg over his body and resting your head against his chest; his heartbeat thrums in a consistent pitter-patter right next to your ear.

“but i love you more.”

he’s silent, but he combs his fingers– long, graceful, and work-worn– through your hair.

“i love you too.”

“yeah.” you smile drowsily. you can see yourself as a merfolk in your hazy mind's eye, forever inked on his back. “i know.”

#i feel like arthur would have like artsy lowkey pretentious tattoos lol #even when he was in his punk phase he was still kind of an art hoe #like paintings or english symbols or quotes from philosophers he likes. nerd #i want to wedgie him so bad (sexually) #anyways god bless you again anon ty for requesting i love this concept so BAD #also if you see the abundant amount of tags look away. #aph england x reader #hws england x reader #hetalia #hetalia world stars #hetalia x reader #hws england #aph england

[whaleofatjme1920]

i have never been more excited to see a yes with marble hornets in my LIFE

if you have the time or enjoyment, i would love some brian knife play with an afab reader! headcannons would be just fine! thank you beloved mwah

Burns Like Ice

[GN!Reader, afab]

[Warnings: Knife play, some praise, some degradation, it's actually pretty general, fingering, slight overstimulation. There is NO BLOOD PLAY in here. None. It just feels like it, but I promise there's none. MINORS DNI]

[AN: honestly I'm slowly becoming a headcanon blog unless I feel like writing in depth- lucky for you, you're getting the latter. 975 words <3]

"And you're sure you want me to use this on you?" Brian asks as his fingers gently curve over the slope of your clothed ass, almost hesitant to touch you with his own flesh knowing he'll be slicing at you in a moment. He seems a bit nervous despite the two of you talked extensively about it before hand. He can't deny that you look oh so pretty underneath him though. His hazel colored eyes watch you with a burning intensity as you roll to your back and look up at him, a sly grin on your lips.

You nod fervently. "I'll be fine," you reassure him as you watch him walk the blade over his fingers. You grab at his chest and press a bit. "Unless you want me to get myself off-"

Brian chuckles lowly before shaking his head at you, gaze darkening. His hand spreads your legs a little further as he nestles between them. You can see the curve of his muscles as he takes the sharpened blade to your shirt and slowly cuts upwards. His hands tear it off of you, the material weak beneath his touch as he discards the ruined article of clothing. "You got all dressed up for me?" He observes in a teasing tone as the tip of the knife traces your bra's cups and the straps.

Your heart is fluttering like a bird in your chest. You slowly nod, not wanting to move too much as the blade hooks in the underwire. "Of course," you murmur. Your eyes are glued on the metal as it slides down your stomach to your hips, where he makes quick work of your shorts. A playful giggle escapes his lips upon seeing your underwear.

"You're soaked and it's barely been a minute," he teases as the knife toys with the edge of your underwear, hooking in the lace and quickly cutting upwards to snap the small bridges of fabric. It feels like ice against your warm skin. His free hand slides down your thighs to your cunt that's dripping through the fabric. His index finger slides over your slit. "Such pretty panties," he coos in a sickly sweet condescending tone, the blade sliding over your hip to the hip of the underwear. "Shame that they're hiding such a pretty cunt. Let me fix that," he purrs as he cuts the underwear off of you in one fell swoop.

He does the same thing with the other side, not even bothering to hear you complain about the price of it as his fingers are pushing into your cunt. You cry out, back arching as his index and middle effortlessly slide into you. "I don't even need to warm you up," he snickers, "your body is more than ready all on it's own." His fingers curl deeper into you as the knife traces your thighs, his grin becoming sleazier by the moment.

You roll your hips upwards to push him in deeper. Mouth hanging open, you moan for him, crying out for him to touch you some more. You can hear his breathing, the way your hearts pound in sync and feel burned by his gaze. Your cunt squeezes around his fingers as slick gushes between your legs and soaks the bed. "Fuck," you hiss, "Brian please-"

His fingers trace your walls as he chuckles. His eyes leave the sight of your weeping cunt before he carefully maneuvers the knife in his hands, taking a tea towel to wrap around the blade so he can hold it without injury. "Why don't you cum on this?" He muses, the handle of the knife being pressed against your clit. He pushes it just a bit harder and cackles at the way you moan, eyes fluttered shut and hands clawing the sheets in an effort to ground yourself from how he works you.

Brian presses the handle a little harder before swirling it. Slow, big circles on your pearl send the heat in your lower abdomen to a boil. "Aw, are you gonna cum that easily? I thought you were better than that, sweetheart." He tsks his tongue at you as the pressure on your clit grows harder. Damn him! He knows how to work you in all the right ways, your body mapped out to perfection in his head as he exploits your favored movements.

He taps the hilt of the knife against your clit as his fingers roughly pound into you. He's reveling in the sound of you mewling and begging for him. "Do it," he rasps, his cheeks tinged with the slightest shade of pink from how pretty you look, squirming and needy beneath him, "cum on my fingers. Show me how desperate you are."

Unable to keep the coil in your stomach together, you release it. Your mouth hangs open as you ground your hips against his fingers and the handle of the knife, cunt fluttering and squeezing tightly as your orgasm ripples throughout your body. You're cursing to the heavens as your vision spins and sputters. You can feel slick gushing from between your legs as he rolls another finger into you. "Oh gods," you shakily moan as you feel the handle of the knife rolling on your throbbing clit. Your legs are trembling and your whole body shaking.

Your flesh feels warm, far too warm as your heart rate begins to level out. Dazed, you look up to find Brian's eyes before feeling the cold sting on the blade on your heated flesh. It's once again hooked into the underwire of your bra before he snips it upwards.

"That was cute," he says in a teasing tone. "But I'm not done with you. Keep your legs spread."

A thick heat blankets your cheeks as you feel his knee between your legs, rubbing against your almost over stimulated cunt.

#minors dni #brian thomas headcanon #brian thomas x reader #marble hornets headcanons #marble hornets x reader #marble hornets hoodie #hoodie x reader

[dark9896]

Second-in [Head Cannon]

Requested by @oo00oo00ooooo 👮

(Side Note, tagging doesn't work if the blogs are devoid of posts but that won't stop me from having the right user name on here <3)

Klaus x Police Lieutenant - married (also fem)

Every morning, sitting with a cup of coffee/ tea and just mentally preparing for the day

If you've had a long night, he is extra careful to not wake you up

Given that you stir every. single. time. Klaus always leaves with a soft kiss to your forehead, playfully acts like he isn't in arm's reach, and lets you have the "victory" of pulling him back down for a quick peck on the lips

He is always watching the news when you're on patrol or just in the office. Though he can't get involved if Libra isn't invited

It pains him to have to be like this, because he doesn't want you getting hurt, but he also doesn't want to cost you your job

When he is able to be in the fray, he is protecting you with every fiber of his being, far better than the metal suits that's for sure

During collab briefings, he is extremely professional, something Daniel tries calling out but you shoot that down real fast

Daniel, on the other hand, will not stop pestering you about being with "one of them" and asking if that's why you keep vouching for them to the Chief/ Commissioner

Klaus has, on a number of occasions, asked you specifically not to do so if it becomes a risk to your job

Every once in a while, you force Daniel into silence (by flustering Klaus) simply by suggesting that he (Daniel) is just jealous of you for dating Klaus

Calling Klaus a "very cute/ handsome criminal" also shuts everyone up for a few minutes

Daniel is always giving you an earful afterward

Klaus can and will (has several times by now) sent flowers or chocolates or a small gift basket (especially for Valentine's Day, your birthday, and Christmas/ other important holidays) just because he can get away with it by sending it "anonymously"

That's probably the only time Daniel doesn't complain about your relationship in general (cause he's too busy enjoying the bribe you gave to keep quiet... when it's edible of course)

If/ when you two have a day off together, Klaus is full of cuddles. He just wants to make up for "lost" time and make sure you know how beloved you are

Naturally, Klaus wants to pamper you for all your hard work (even though it's arguable that you work equally hard... Klaus very likely has the lead in that sense) and will insist on almost daily/nightly back rubs and massages (double if a certain area [ie your leg] is stiff from doing your job)

He is easily flustered and overpowered when you want to return the favor (and his affections) and will gladly accept the clause "I get to do to you whatever you do to me"

On the nights when you come home exhausted beyond reason, Klaus is ready with tea/ hot cocoa, a hot meal, a warm bath, fuzzy blankets, and the coziest pajamas you own... (you are going to be cuddled, do not resist)

Spicy: If you wear a 'sexy' policeman/woman suit... Klaus will compliment you by saying you always look sexy to him (especially in your uniform)

Spicy: Yes Klaus will concede to wearing a prisoner uniform and cuffs if you'd like, but he can break the cuffs... you have been warned

#kkss #kekkai sensen #bbb #blood blockade battlefront #klaus von reinherz #ask

[feretra]

21, 31, & 35!

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

Alright, now that I have the "I'm a terrible human being" portion of the post out of the way, let's actually attempt to answer the first question, yeah?

Since there's multiple ones here, I'll do you a steady and stick these suckers under a Read More.

I'm not going to beat around the bush here, so let's just cut right to the heart of the matter: Salome is written with a very righteous anger. Whether or not this comes across as having a outright temper depends wholly on the context and expression of it.

But rest assured, if your character is doing something she entirely disagrees with? Or she is involved in a plot she does not find suitable to her ethics? Everyone will know. Whether or not she breaks with the party to the point she leaves -- up and to leaving outright -- would depend on how hard she's pushed. There are certain things she absolutely will not compromise or bend on, and attempting to force her hand will break her generally calm demeanor enough that you'll see that truly capricious bite that Salome needed to have in order to survive this far on her own. And once she's reached this point?

However, as the meme above indicated, it's not this simple. God, I wish it was.

Salome has been living with a brain injury since she was seventeen years of age. You may have noticed that this was the same age as when she was supposed to be married off, and yes, they are related. That brain injury is why Salome is, generally speaking, pretty deadly calm until... she's not. Even if she's complaining. Even if she's a bit annoyed. The rein's on her emotional lability are held extremely tight for everyone's sake. Because once her temper -- and it has to be anger -- breaks through? It's going to get cycled on a feedback loop until she's a literal mess.

The source of her brain injury lies in her amygdala; a part of your brain that pulls a lot of weight for emotional regulation, fear response, and anxiety management. All of this is very broken in her. Anxiety and fear get recoded and recycled back through as indignation. Stress is rewritten as agitation. Fight or flight instead has become fight or fight or, well, fight. And while she has learned to wrangle and control these malfunctions, they still exist. She still very much has that temper and if she's not allowed to follow the toolset to keep it under control, it takes control and sits at the forefront of everything. She becomes a feral, shaking mess of rage and probably should be held back from anyone or anything that further agitates her.

Admittedly, this takes a great deal of work to have happen, but when it does? It is usually quite terrifying to most people around her.

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

Salome drinks wine for cultural reasons, and sometimes absinthe for not cultural reasons! I couldn't tell you what she's like when she's drunk, because she doesn't like the sensation. Alcohol tends to settle with a sensation along the bridge of her nose that is very physically unpleasant/warm and she can only drink about a glass of something before it's too much for her.

( In other words, I wanted to write Salome as having the same gene mutation as her mun!mummy. Out of hundreds of characters I've written over the years, she's the only one who finds alcohol unpleasant to drink lol. I though it would be quite fun. )

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

i'm not allowed to say standing around with her tits out am i

Salome has a few vices that can be seen as guilty pleasures, none of which she feels particularly guilty about. They include smoking her creteks, a near fanatical coffee and tea habit, baked goods, flat breads, the deadly plant obsession, and her stupid pet lizard being fed better than anyone in the camp is.

#salome ( hc )

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Taking a nap with Summertime Render characters!

Tsuki's note: this is purely platonic. As if you decided to take a break from all that mess and just nap. That 's it.

Thank you for reading!

- Sleeps like Rotisserie chicken

Ushio: both her and her shadow can't stay still. She tosses, she rolls around and sometimes, drools a little. But only when very tired! It may be changeling to take a nap with her, but she will be very very happy to have you there! Just be sure to remove your glasses and other accessories so it won't be squashed away by a stray hand! Probably build a pillow fort.

She is 7/10. It may not be a restful nap, but her adorable face and bright smile makes up for it!

Totsumura: He, as well, tosses around a lot, he tends to try to cuddle but to avail. snores a bit. May also be challenging to nap with! He will play it smug upon the opportunity, but lowkey nervous he is self conscious about it!

He is 5/10. Too challenging and no cute appeal, but will try hard to not bother too much.

- Sleeps so painfully still feels like they are dead

Shinpei: OK, this boy barely moves. Even though he stays still, he doesn't mind if you cling to him. In fact he actually likes it! The warmth of another human is very welcoming to him, like it's an ok sign he can rest! He doesn't really snore, it is more like a loud breathing? Even if you are a Rotisserie chicken he won't mind much and I will find a way to rest.

He is a 10/10 for napping. He won't wake you up, unless you have something to do. Pretty chill time!

Hizuru: Hizuru doesn't move much at all. When she was a kid Ryuunosuke would get a little concerned about her. She is not very fond of clinginess, so if you do happen to cling she will try to elbow you away. Didn't work? You are being kicked out. That 's it. No second chances. But she won't elbow you as long as you keep your spaces or have just a slight touch.

She is 8/10. Just keep you to yourself and it will be all good. She won't wake you up, your duties are yours.

Nezu: He doesn't move much? He would, also, raise concern if he didn't snore a bit. He doesn't mind if you cling to him. May complain a lot, but won't shove you off, just sigh and admit defeat. He had kids and grandkids so he has a soft spot.

He is 8/10. Even though he doesn't mind having a clingy person he will complain a lot. Like a lot.

- Sleeps normally - do not move much nor stay too still

Tokiko: She has a normal sleeping pattern. She does, lowkey, like to be clinged to It makes her feel a bit more, let's say, strong. Just don't go octopus on her, she dislikes that. She may get bothered if you move a lot, but she won't do anything to you, she will just get up and go elsewhere. Secretly she uses the shadows as a gigantic pillow.

She is 10/10. Pretty chill experience, may get a little creepy with the shadows, but is a matter of getting used to them.

Karakiri: Haine sometimes wonders if he is dead. But nope, just sleeping. He has a very light sleep, any movement, noise or light wakes him up. Once he is awake he hardly sleeps again, so he may just watch you there, maybe grab a tea too? He teases you for wanting a nap, this will go on for a while and will mention your sleeping habits. He won't wake you up and will be as silent as he can.

He is 6/10. His habit of watching people sleep and his notes about your patterns is kinda creepy. But the nap in itself is pretty ok.

- Sleep like a koala - clinging time!

Ryuunosuke: He gives vibes of someone who owns a body pillow or something of the sort to snuggle. Loves to cuddle and snuggle! He may turn a bit around after a while and has loud breathing like Shinpei. Will bring a bunch of blankets too, the comfier the merrier! He is not very easy to fall asleep, so he may chat a bit while you are trying to nap. Tries his best to not wake you up though.

He is 8/10. Comfortable and warm, but he is a bit chatty so it may take some time to actually nap.

Sou: Another boy! Yes he too, owns some kind of pillow to snuggle! But he doesn't really let anyone know about it. He soft snores when tired. Will happily oblige to a nap, but get awkward once he realizes he snuggled you. A bit clumsy, may wake you up by accident.

He is 8/10. Good boy is just trying to make you comfy, but is too self conscious of his habits and gets awkward thus may avoid eye contact later.

- Sleeps in fetus position- like a little ball

Mio: I feel like Mio turns into a little ball when sleeping. Will probably curl up against you, so she doesn't mind cuddling. Shy, very shy about it. Will bring water and what not just in case. Will wake you up if you have something to do, will be very gentle, soft voice to not startle you.

She is 9/10. A peaceful nap, but you may cramp a bit from her little ball form. She is happy you got some rest!

Haine: She sleeps like this to keep herself warmer. No it's not a matter of blankets is a kind of… inner warmth? Will, for sure, cling to you while napping and being a little ball. Requests for pillow fort and blankets. She feels bad about waking you up, but she gets lonely and wants some company, a voice around.

She is 8/10. It gets very comfy but you need to do most of the work and bring snacks! But a peaceful nap until she pokes your cheeks.

Thank you for reading!

#Summertime Render #Summertime render hc #a little self indulgent #just a little bit #hizuru minakata #ryuunosuke minakata #ajiro shinpei #ushio kofune #mio kofune #Haine summertime render #sou hishigata #tokiko hishigata #tetsu totsumura #ginjiro nezu #masahito kairikiri

[voidselfshipp]

Lies Have Short Legs

Cw: none

Summary: Ellie confirms one of her hunches.

♡lovely taglist: @tex-treasures @malewifehenrycooldown @mercuryships @jcraft

->ONLY MUTUALS ALLOWED TO REBLOG.

Ellie sat near the Fire, looking at jerico rest peacefully against Joel's chest, her hands on the arm that he has wrapped around his waist-- You told me you two werent dating-- she teased.

--Shes...cold--joel lied.

--And why do you have your arm around her waist?-- she asked.

He sighed-- alright, yes we are datin'

--Thats cute

--Uh-huh

Some minutes pass in complete silence, until Ellue asked-- who confessed first? Did she?

--...no-- he replied with a heavy blush on his cheeks.

--no way! You did? Tell me about it!

--'m not gonna

--Cmon!

--nope

--Why not?!

--cause its private-- Joel explained though his tone was firma as if to say "this conversation is finished"

--Fine, fine, im going to sleep-- Ellie laid down on the makeshift sleeping bag, using her bag as a pillow.

--g'night

Half an hour passed. Joel,thinking Ellie was asleep, wakes jerico up gently-- honey? Wake up, its your turn on night watch

--Hmm? Five More minutes baby-- jeri mumbled.

He chuckles and kisses the top of her head, she sighs and opens her eyes, looking up at him-- hey, beautiful-- he coos.

--Hey handsome

She sits up,rubbing the sleep off of her eyes. Meanwhile, Joel makes some tea for her since they had a thermos with warm water at hand.

--Thank you-- she whispers, taking a sip from the tea-- good night

Joel presses a quick kiss to her lips, smiling as she kisses back. His hand caressed her cheek-- good morning to you

She giggles and he lays his head on her lap, her hand carefully caressing his hair.

Some minutes passed, Ellie waited for Joel to fall asleep, and she sat up. Upon noticing her, Jeri says-- youve been spying on us?

--well, duh! Its not like Joel tells me much about your relationshipp!-- Ellie complained-- that was cute

--Yeah well this old Man is really sweet when he wants to-- the other woman agrees, looking down at the Man on her lap with a warm and love filled gaze-- try and not tease him with what you just saw once he wakes up okay?

--Ill try-- the girl promised-- please tell me something about your relationshipp! Please?

Jerico sighed, leaning back on a log they had placed to sit, even if they were sitting on the ground.

--Alright, well what do you want to know?

--Is he romantic?

--he tries, and hes pretty good at It

--How come i never see him being romantic though?

--He does it when youre sleeping or distracted

--Thats mean!-- Ellie whines.

--Well, hes a very private Man and tries to Keep his cards close to his chest-- she explained-- but hes given me little trinkets hes found, he has even given me some flowers he picked out while foraging...

--did he serenade you yet?

--Plenty of times, yes. When I cant sleep he sings to me, or when hes feeling particularly lovey dovey

--And lemme guess, he does it when im not around or im asleep? -- Ellie said, clearly angry.

--Yes, but its not because of you, okay? Its not personal, he just gets...ashamed. and he knows you wont give him a break

--Well...I would!

--Would you?

Ellie sighed--...no

Jerico patted the spot besides her-- come here, cuddling is good for keeping the warmth in

Ellie wasnt going to turn down more warmth, and certainly not cuddles. So she moved to sit besides her and leaned on her chest, her arm around her shoulders.

--you should sleep-- jeri mused.

--Yeah...yeah I should...-- Ellie closed her eyes, soon falling limp against her, Completly asleep.

Next morning, after a quick breakfast, the three of them resume their journey to where they had to be for some supplies.

Joel gives jerico a warm smile, which she returns, leaning on him a little.

Ellie is none the wiser as she looks around at the frozen forest infront of her, in awe of the glinting snow and winter animals scurrying around.

--i love you-- Joel whispers loud enough for jeri to hear.

--i love you too-- she replies kissing his cheek.

Some hours later, after a quick break, Ellie walks behind jerico and Joel, and finally she sees their hands interlaze with the other, holding hands and walking closer to eachother.

She chuckles and whispers-- not dating my ass

《♡♡♡♡》

After that supply run, they returned to Jackson.

Jerico and Ellie were more than happy to be back home with proper heating, the cold had them in a bad mood.

That same night, as Ellie slept, Joel and Jerico cuddle up near the fireplace on the couch.

--Have you been telling Ellie things about our relationshipp?-- he asked, with a smirk.

--What did she say?-- she asks.

--When you were grabbing those boxes with first aid things, she Turned to me and said " so, what kind of flowers did you get for her?", it wasnt any sort of anniversary or anything, and then I rememebered the flowers I got you the other day...

--Yeah I told her some small things-- jeri replied-- she asked if you were romantic, I told her you get me flowers and trinkets, and then she asked me if you sing to me and I replied that you do, yknow when I cant sleep or you feel in the mood...I hope thats not too much information

--its alright-- he promised, pulling her closer to his chest-- its not like we could Keep hidin'

--She literally saw me cuddling with you-- she teased.

--True-- he agreed with a smirk-- one last question though, when did ya have that conversation?

--That night she saw me cuddling with you, you had Fallen asleep and she didnt

--So...she saw us kiss?

--Yep, and the tea too

Joel groaned facepalming-- I knew she wasnt asleep! I knew it! That explains her shit eating grin...

-- Ah come on Joel! Its just a kiss, she already knows youre soft and cuddly underneath all that roughness!

He sighed, putting his head ontop of hers-- at least she didnt say anything about it..

--'cause I told her to

--that explains it...-- he said, clearly done with the whole situation.

--Alright, lets go to sleep yeah? Seems we all had a long enough day

Jerico settled ontop of Joel, who was laying on the couch. Sure, their bedroom were upstairs and the bed was more comfortable, but it was cold as a freezer up there.

--Good night-- he whispers caressing her hair, his free arm around her waist.

--Good night-- she replies, closing her eyes and relaxing.

Soon they fall asleep in a peacefull slumber.

#joel #platonic f/o: ellie #🌱🏹natural selection comes to all idiots dont worry|t.l.o.u s/i🏹🌱 #gif tw eye contact #gif cw eye contact #tw eye contact #cw eye contact

[nxrthmizu]

happy birthday — tsukishima kei

pairing | tsukishima kei x reader

genre | fluff

w.c | 1.6k

↪ part two of this

second chance // an opportunity to try something again after failing one time

tsukishima kei wasn't expecting anyone. sure, it was his birthday, but he did have work the next day, and wasn't very keen on drinking himself senseless into the witching hour.

since yamaguchi, his mother, and akiteru had taken it upon themselves to inform half of japan of his birthdate, kei had just spent the past four hours repeating 'thank you' to people ranging from his junior high schoolmates and strangers he had never met. he was certain that 99% of the players involved with the japan volleyball league had shown up, much to the amazement of his museum colleagues.

the bell rings for the third time, and kei is suddenly hyperaware of how annoying the sound is. he had just sat down, for goodness's sake— was it too much to ask for one minute of rest?

with his socializing energy at an all-time-low, kei nearly tears the door off his hinges, greeting his unwelcome visitor with a fierce snarl. "what do you want—" the words clamp down on his throat, breaking his airflow for a whole five seconds as he stares, utterly floored. "... y/n?"

"...hey?" you look sheepish, holding a small, one-cake-slice-sized box in your hand. he's known you long enough to know that you did your makeup on the fly— the tremble of your eyeliner is a sure giveaway. "... uh... is this a bad time? cause i can come back later—"

"no!" he blurts, hands slamming onto the door frame. he hadn't caught a glimpse of you in six months, ever since that fateful night when you walked out through the same door you were now standing in front of. there wasn't a single night in those six, grueling months that he didn't think about you, or the warm feeling of having you contained within his arms. sure, there were nights when you two fought, heading to bed with your backs faced to each other— but when morning came, you would somehow be in his arms, and somehow kei just knew that things would blow over.

except maybe they didn't.

left with too much time to think, he analyzed every little argument the two of you ever had, critically examining every word he uttered. perhaps the break was needed— the two of you needed to take a step backwards, re-assessing what you two wanted for each other, what you two wanted together. what you said that night hadn't be wrong— there were just too many issues being swept under the rug, too many things you weren't communicating about, too many problems he elected to ignore, in hopes that they would just 'blow over'.

"i mean," he clears his throat, lifting his hand off the doorframe, groaning at the paint scratch he caused. "would... would you like to come in?"

mentally, he smacks his forehead. you don't need permission to enter! in his mind, kei still considers the apartment your home, too. even if you haven't stepped foot within its grounds for half a year.

"if that's okay?" you smile softly, holding up your cake box. "you've probably had some already, but i bought your favorite. if you're full, you could have it tomorrow morning, before work?"

"no, no, i'm not that full." kei instantly assures, even though he's already brushed his teeth. on normal circumstances, he would leave it for the next morning, but what was brushing his teeth one more time if he got to talk to you for the first time in over a hundred-eighty days?

you narrow your eyes at him playfully. "don't lie to me, tsukishima kei. i can smell your toothpaste. i'll leave it in the fridge."

a fond smirk dances over his lips as you brush past him into your apartment, leaving your shoes where you always do on the shoe rack. the sound of your sock-clad feet padding past the living room brings a truckload of tension that kei didn't know he had off his shoulders, and all of a sudden, the house feels a thousand times cozier, even if nothing materialistic has changed.

he watches you from the sofa as you bustle around the kitchen, and he knows by the number of beeps on the electric stove that you're boiling water for tea— green, probably. the ration of tea packets are restocked regularly, because when you moved in, you brought your tea addiction with you, too. kei's been lured into drinking it on a daily basis, right after dinner, as a way of calming himself down after a day of work and practice. typically, tea would be accompanied with you, snuggled up against his side as he complained about the kids he met at work that day (you both knew that he had a secret fondness for them, but shhh).

"i hope you don't mind. i made tea." you say, bringing the glass teapot you were adamant on buying a year ago. it was one of the best purchases kei ever made in the apartment, because he was reminded of the worth every single time the two of you did your regular tea routine.

"of course i don't mind." he replies instantly, picking up his mug (the green one with tiny dinos on the edge). "this is still your home, too. you don't have to ask to do anything."

he pretends not to see the flash of surprise across your features.

"right." you murmur, pressing your mug onto your lips, blowing gently on the surface.

the two of you sit in silence for a while, sipping on your tea as the clock ticks onto eleven o' clock. suppressing the urge to ask you to stay, kei taps the surface of his porcelain cup rhythmically, forgetting that you know all his tells, front to back.

"is there something on your mind?" you ask gently, setting your mug down. he grimaces.

"ah... it's nothing." kei brushes off, not wanting to come onto you too quickly. for all he knew, you were just here to deliver the cake, not to reignite whatever was left of the relation he let simmer for too long...

"... right." the tone of your voice spells i-know-you're-lying-to-me,-but-i'll-let-it-go-for-now.

the silence continues, like a set prolonged. it's starting to get on kei's nerves when you (thankfully) speak again.

"happy birthday."

"thank you." even though he's said those words a thousand times that night, it sounds a comparatively much less robotic than it had for the previous thousand times. perhaps it was thousand-first time's the charm. "i mean it. thank you for coming over."

you wave it off. "i couldn't have not come. tadashi sent me an invite, but my boss needed me to work late and i didn't manage to make it."

ah, so that was why his best friend routinely glanced at the entrance nervously throughout the night. that explained a lot.

"i don't mind." kei takes a sip of his green tea, enjoying the warmth that courses through his chest. it isn't warmer than the warmth you give him, though. "i like it like this. ... just the two of us, i mean."

you contemplate him for a moment. "i like it like this, too." you confess quietly, as if whispering a childhood secret to him behind the karasuno gym.

he couldn't bear it any longer. he's always been patient, yes, but he's seen the looks his mother and brother threw him through the night, because they both knew that the one person that really mattered wasn't there. he was pretty sure his mother was just about to introduce him to some random girl before he excused himself for the night.

"will you stay?" he blurts, feeling very un-tsukishima-kei-like. it isn't like him at all, to be brash, and bold, but how can he? for the past four hours, he's talked to countless people— heck, half of them were volleyball celebrities— but not the one he wanted to talk to.

"do you want me to?" you ask softly, shyly, and kei knows that you're thinking if he wants you back— which is stupid, honestly. he knows that you're always thinking that you're lucky to have him, when it should be the other way around. kei doesn't think there's anyone else willing to put up with his dry humor, his hectic schedule, and his dinosaur memorabilia. if anything, he should be the one thanking the gods for letting him have you.

"don't be stupid." he snaps, cringing internally at how his tone came off. "of course i want you to stay, you're the best thing that happened to me. i won't force you, but—"

"i left some clothes here, right?" you cut him off with a hum, and when kei looks into your eyes, he just knows.

there's still a long, long, long way for the two of you to go. there's still plenty of things he needs to learn. there's a pile of issues in the store room that needed to be tended to.

for every million arguments there are a billion conversations where you two need to sit down and work out the knots. for every insecurity, for every misunderstanding, for every conflict, there is a needed effort to clean up the mess properly instead of just sweeping it under the floorboards. but for every tangle there lies between the two of you, there is a universe of room to grow, and change.

kei knows he's willing to make an effort, for you. kei knows that he's willing to do anything to make sure you don't walk out that door without looking back again. kei knows he's willing to do every single thing he can do (and can't) to make it work.

he knows.

he looks into your eyes, and he smiles.

everything is going to be alright.

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[33roda]

Zhongli X Dom!Reader <3

♡ teaching zhongli a little lesson...

♡ tags: humiliation, calling zhongli a slut, reader with cock/strap, cocksucking (reader receiving), choking, pegging, smartass li in the beginning

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"Hey Zhongli, you know how you've been struggling with mora these days?"

"Yes?"

"Well I've got the perfect job opportunity for you!"

Finally, a job! Zhongli'd been bothering half of Liyue with his lack of mora - asking for help paying for his meals, begging his neighbours for house appliances, bathing in public lakes just so he wouldn't pay water bills.. the list just went on and on. "What kind of job, if I may ask?" he leaned down to rest his arms on the table, looking at you with a soothing smile. He wasn't just gonna waltz into any job, no matter how broke he was.

"Ah, of course," you set down your cup of ginger tea, trying to shake away the bitter taste in your mouth. "Well, the Wanwen Bookhouse was looking for someone to take over for Jifang for a few days, so I recommended you!" knowing he'd take the job anyway, you didn't have to encourage him much - all it took was telling him he'd have to discuss mora with Jifang later, and he'd get the job almost immediately.

Days pass, with no negative news - only Zhongli telling you he'd "educated" the customers of the bookstore, nothing too out of the ordinary. However, when Jifang came back from her business trip, she sure had a lot to say about your recommended person. Apparently, he'd disrupt innocent customers just looking to buy books, and ramble to them about Liyue's history for hours and hours on end daily. You could already hear his rambles - How Liyue's been for the past 4,000 years, how it's grown, the wars it's been in and how they've affected it.. And boy, you were gonna teach him how to shut up.

You invited him over with the innocent guise of just having tea and chatting, but you definitely had other plans..

"So, Zhongli," you got up from your seat, walking all the way to the back of his chair. "The boss has been.. complaining," you leaned down to his ear, "apparently, you were disturbing her customers, is that right?"

Feeling his breath hitch at the closeness, he cleared his throat to regain his indifferent attitude. "Disturbing? I was simply educating them. I don't see howggwhh-" he got cut off by you squeezing his cheeks together, slurring his words. Furrowing his eyebrows, he leaned his head back to look at you from behind, and oh man did you look mad.

"Educating them? is that what you call embarrassing me in front of Jifang and her customers?" you shook his face left and right with your grasp on his cheeks, just strong enough to stop him from talking. "I guess we'll need to teach you how to shut up, 'li." you let go of his cheeks, leaving him to catch his breath. "Strip, Zhongli."

"You're.. gonna make me strip because I didn't do well? Is that how society works nowadays?" closing his eyes and letting out a little 'hm', he still got up anyway, no signs of complaint in his body language - if that wasn't evident enough in how he immediately started taking off his coat, still dressed in who knows how many layers. You moved over to sit in his place - you weren't just gonna let this go. You had to enjoy every minute of watching him, going from his vest, to his shirt and tie, and to finally, his bare chest. He was honestly just ripped, and you were gonna make good use of his defined chest - maybe later, though.

Stopping him when he got to unbuckling his belt, you got up, zipping through the house to lead him to your bedroom, probably knocking a few things over in the hall, but that didn't matter - you didn't want this to go slow, you needed to teach him a lesson, and quick. "On your knees, 'li," you shoved him down with your hands, finding it just adorable how he didn't complain - only bit his lip to hold back any smartass remarks. "Aw, is the humiliation getting to you already, pretty boy?" seating yourself on the edge of the bed, you stroked his cheek as gently as you could, before unbuckling your own pants to show him your cock. "You know what you're gonna do, right baby? Gonna choke you on my cock till you can't talk anymore," he gave you little nods, staring at the length in your hand. Even though he wouldn't show it, he couldn't wait to have you in his mouth - and you wasted no time doing that as you guided him to your cock, his mouth eagerly engulfing your tip and tongue licking all over. Bobbing his head, he took as much as he could, humming against you, but that won't do. You needed him to choke on you. Grabbing his head and thrusting into his mouth, you finally heard that pretty gagging sound from his throat, further exciting you to fuck into his cute little face. His warm saliva dribbling everywhere on you and his lips, leaking all the way down to his chest.. the sight almost made you swoon.

Finally pulling him off you, you almost felt bad looking at his pretty face splotched with blush and tears, lips open red and wide with saliva covering the entire bottom half of his face, but Gods, was it hot. "You lubed it up so well, sugar," you said, sounding almost impressed, "guess you're really sorry, hm?" you kicked off your pants completely, ignoring the wet patch near the crotch from his drool. "Don't worry dear, we're almost done with our lesson~ take your pants off for me, will you?"

He wasted no time taking off his pants, laying down on the bed and spreading his toned legs to show you his sweet hole, his stomach muscles contracted and head laying to the side, his hair laid messily next to him. You almost wished you'd kept his pants on and made him cum all over them - just to keep it as a reminder, but you had to take him. "Good boy, learning so much already," you teased the tip of your cock against his hole, "you almost look excited. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" his response being a gasp as he felt you enter him. Why not have a little more fun with it? "Show me how sorry you really are, 'li," you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear you.

"I-I apologi-mmmhhh," he bit his lip, letting out a low groan as he squeezed his eyes shut. You just kept pushing into him, sure he could take all of you, his hole almost like it was made for you - until the base of your cock reached his ass. "I apologizeEee, Y/N -ah," sliding out, you made sure to make him tremble on his words - it was just fucking adorable.

Building up your speed, he could barely manage to let out anything more than moans and little 'sorry's, overshadowed by the sound of you thrusting into his ass, making filthy smacking sounds. "I can't hear you over the sound of your ass, baby," you said between gasps, "Say it louder, you fucking slut."

It was dirty of you - teasing him like that knowing you found his spot. "imsorryimsorryimsoryAHHHMMF" was just music to your ears, slamming into the same spot over and over, eventually making him unable to let out a single word without having a moan in between - not like you cared anymore. You wanted to make him cum untouched, humiliate him just like he embarrassed you.

Twitching under you, he frantically grabbed onto the bedsheets. "I-I'm gon-" - and he spurt out his load, letting out such beautiful guttural moans, you would've recorded them if you could. It was impressive how much there was, honestly. You couldn't help but let out a little laugh before slowly sliding out of him and smacking his ass, admiring his ass and chest blushing red. Catching his breath, he looked down at you, lips parted as if to say something - but he couldn't.

You put your thumb to his lips. "You talk too much, Zhongli," you laughed. "Has no one ever taught you to shut that pretty mouth of yours?"

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[honeyabyss]

Phone calls after Mc returned to the human realm

Lucifer:

this man is stubborn, calling you would be like admitting he's gone soft and his pride does not allow that!

so he refuses to call for the first few weeks, keeping himself busy with work of which he has enough anyway

due to all his student council work, a few other tasks of Diavolo and on top of that the usual shenanigans of his brothers, he quickly becomes very stressed

he's at his breaking point and needs someone to talk to so he can release some of his stress before he takes it out on someone else

so he goes to your old room and starts talking as soon as he enters it, only to stop confused when he doesn't see you in the room, remembering only now you left for the human realm

disappointed he sits down onto the bed and curls the blanket around himself

"Their scent is almost gone...Soon it'll be as if they were never here"

he closes his eyes, sighs softly and makes his decision

"Mc? I hope I didn't wake you. I simply thought a conversation would be nice, it's been a while..."

Lucifer's call is pretty casual, he talks about his day, work and his troublemaker brothers, it almost feels like any other day before just this time it is over phone

he does not want to admit he misses you, a) because he'd seem weak and b) he fears what admitting it will do to him, he might just miss you even more

BUT while saying goodbye he accidentally lets a "I miss you" slip, his breathing stops shortly realizing his mistake, he is about to apologize when you say it back

he smiles softly, genuinely relieved about your shared sentiment and whispers "I'll call you again soon then" before hanging up

from then on he calls you every evening and you better jump right away and pick up at the first ringing, because this man is lonely without you

Mammon:

"Congratulations! You're one of our lucky winners of our monthly Devil-Lottery. We'll have to confirm your bank account number with the one given to us when you agreed to participating in the lottery. Would you be so kind to slowly repeat the number-"

this greedy demon will quite literally try to scam you, only to absolutely panic when you hang up on him

he will instantly call you back, constantly adjusting his glasses, a nervous habit he acquired over the years

"H-hey...Mc...uhm, it's me your favourite demon!"

he is relieved you picked up, as it means you didn't block him right away, he stumbles over his words trying to find an excuse why he just tried to scam you

"Ah you know I only did that to test you, you've passed nobody scams my human! You're my amazing human after all! That's why I love you...u-uh I-i mean...nothing...that was a static you must have misheard..."

when you tell him you knew it was him as you recognized his voice, he'll be outraged, screaming into his D.D.D (and probably later getting punched by Lucifer for being so loud)

"What do you mean you already knew?! You dared to hang up on The Great Mammon?

He gets a bit sulky by your reaction, so how about playing into his obvious lie of testing you to make him feel better again

besides trying to scam you Mammon also called to (not so sneakily) check on your wellbeing

now that you're gone he constantly worries about you and he can't do much to help, but if you were actually in need of help due to whatever, trust me he'd fight Lucifer himself for permission to go to you

he'll call you as often as he can, sometimes with a few days of a break in between, asking you about your life and also letting you in on his upcoming money making schemes...please don't tell Lucifer about them

Mammon has learned his lesson though, he'll never try to scam you again, he couldn't bare it if you were to block or ignore his calls

Leviathan:

phone calls? Why? You two can just talk about the in-game talk function of this new online game you play, but no real world talk while playing that ruins the immersion!

Levi will rarely call you as he just doesn't feel comfortable enough to talk with you about normie stuff for too long

he normally just spam writes you, ding, ding, ding, one message after another coming in without you being able to respond quick enough

so if gets too much and you decide to just call him so you can have an actual chance of responding, Levi just panics and almost drops his D.D.D

"Mc? D-did you accidentally hit the c-call button? N-no? I-i see no I love you too!!....AAAAAAAh I-i meant I l-l-love t-talking to you too...hehehe w-why would a yucky o-otaku like me say something like that"

poor boy is so nervous he'll say something stupid and will stutter a lot the first few times you call him, he is just not used to talking on the phone

he will laugh nervously over everything and sometimes there'll be a phase of awkward silence, but please don't point it out, Levi is already stressed enough as it is

once he gets used to calls, he'll surprisingly suggests to have a phone call while both of you are watching the new episode of an anime, so he'll be able to talk to you as if you're right next to him, which works out mediocre at first, you have to tell him to be a bit quieter a few times but besides that it's quiet nice

"Ooooooowhooooooah!!! Did you see that? That was amazing, I wish I had these superpowers, I'd save you of every danger like a real hero! W-what do you mean I'm already your hero?"

Yes, you saw and heard it, and your neighbours probably heard Levi...

on the rare occasions Levi calls you he'll often asks you for favours like to buy him this exclusively in the human realm sold limited edition game, of course he isn't like his scummy brother Mammon who'll constantly asks for things and he'll also make it up by sending you stuff you can only get on Akuzon

so calls don't happen very often, but neither if you really mind, you'll still be in contact through messages and games

Satan:

Satan will be very proper about calling you, he'll check through messages if you're fine with him calling you, so he can be sure you have time and he doesn't bother you

Satan never jumps into a conversation right away (unless he is angry), he makes sure to show interest in you and hold a bit small talk, asking about your day, how you're doing and so on

you talk about many different things with him mostly about your shared interests, but Satan is willing to listen to you ramble about hobbies he doesn't have as well

one thing you two quickly come to do was have book club sessions over phone

"I wish you were still here Mc. I miss my book discussion partner, nobody here has as interesting opinions and views as you..."

back in Devildom you two would both read a book and afterwards discuss your thoughts, and you found a way too keep doing just that

you both write about books, decide on one to read for the week and would than have a phone call where you just talk for hours about the piece of literature you've read

now that you're back in the human realm, the book choices are even bigger as you can read human books as well, you just have to send a copy to Satan, sometimes Barbatos will be nice and pick a book up and deliver it to Satan, or to you if it's the other way around with a demon book

"Oh? No, you're right. I haven't thought about it like that yet...your thoughts are so fascinating!"

Satan will shower you in praise for every little detail that you noticed yet he missed. he genuinely enjoys your phone calls, and though he wouldn't admit it, sometimes he anticipates your call more than the actual book

even though there now is a bigger distance between you two he still feels as close to you as before, not much has changed for him and he knows he'll be able to see you again soon, he'll just have to be patient

"Next week, same time? I'm looking forward to talking to you again. Take care until then!"

Asmodeus:

"Oh my Lord! You won't believe what just happened!!!"

no greeting or alike, just straight into the discussion

whenever something gossip worthy happens, Asmo is already dialling your number to spill the tea and keep you updated on any Devildom related gossip, even if it won't help you much, it's a nice thought of him keep you in the loop

those are only the spontaneous call though, obviously you can't take these all the time...you still have a life of your own...

you two actually call each other every day at the same time, plus/minus a couple minutes, the water in the tub has to be filled first...yeah Asmo likes to talk you while he is taking his afternoon bath

"Hahh it's so relaxing, warm water caressing my beautiful skin, and the bath bomb today smells so good! I wish you could smell it, or even better I wish we could bathe together!"

*water sloshing noises intensified*

Asmo...no....yes...maybe...just stop, you'll fluster Mc!

"No really! I miss having you here, I'll pamper you all day the next time I'll get to see you. You must already be starved of my beauty, but don't worry my dear, I'm just as starved of seeing your lovely face!"

what to talk about while he is bathing? Anything really if it's about your day, any complains or whatever, just expect a few innuendos of him...that's nothing new though

seriously though Asmo is the guy to talk to about any of your problems, he will listen and try to come up with a solution for you, even if he seems a bit narcissistic sometimes he really cares about you, so use your phone calls as therapy from time to time

"Oh darling, don't worry it'll be okay! I'm here to help...now tell me every detail so I can come up with a plan! I'll always be there for you, no matter what!"

Beelzebub:

"*munch munch* This one is really good! Mc you should try some...oh"

now that you're back in the human realm, Beels snack times are very lonely, he has just gotten so used to your presence, even sharing his food is normal by now

and let's be honest Beels snack time is 24/7 so he misses you a lot

he feels the urge to call you every five minutes and sometimes even forgets to eat while phone is ringing and he is waiting for you to pick up

but you can't constantly talk with him over phone so the calls often end up on your voicemail where Beel tells you about all the different kind of foods he ate that day

when Belphie catches wind of his twin constantly pestering you, he hides Beels D.D.D so he can't call you all the time

when you're actually able to pick up on his call, Beel will be so happy you can quite literally hear his huge grin while he's excitedly talking about his current snack

"Have you ever tried spicy bat-wings? There opened a new restaurant in town and it's really good!! Next time you're here I'll invite you there. Oh but what if it closes before you're back...ah you'll just have to visit soon!"

though Beel is often disappointed when you don't pick up, he would never hold it against you, he knows he calls quite a lot, but he just misses you and tipping a message while he eats is harder than putting his D.D.D on speaker and talking to you

of course he doesn't only talk about food, he also tells you about how his brothers are doing and how his workout was, or what things he has planned to do at the weekend, all in all Beel is just super happy to share everything of his life with you

on rare occasions he'll call you and be untypically quiet, that happens when he had a fight with his twin, it's not often but sometimes it happens and his first instinct is to call you, because he feels like he can tell you everything so he is very comfortable and trusting with you

"I miss you a lot, you know...but I also know that you think about me daily, every time your stomach rumbles you'll be reminded of me and that makes me happy, I also think about you every time I'm hungry! Hm? But I'm always hungry? That's right! You're always on my mind!"

Belphegor:

Listen, his sleeping schedule is very tight, you can't just expect him to call you!

he will call you so rarely and if you call him it might just happen that he is sleeping and has phone on silent...or he's just to lazy to walk to his phone, or he is just not in the mood to talk... he takes any excuse to not be on the phone

Belphie does like talking to you, but he is not the greatest at long conversations so he like messages more

sometimes when he can't seem to fall asleep, he will be the one to call you...in the middle of the night...and you better pick up or he gets annoyed

"What took you so long? I thought you wanted to talk more often and then you leave me hanging for a whole minute? Doesn't matter I would have waited longer with you...."

he is mostly silent through a phone call, his main reason to call you is because he like to listen to you talk, it's calming to him and if he calmer then he might be able to fall asleep again

so don't expect an amazingly deep conversation...

"Mhmmm...hm? Yeah I'm still there. I'm listening keep talking, I love your voice..."

he'll bring up a topic from time to time so you have an inspiration about what to talk about, but most of the times he just lazily hum or making acknowledging noises so you know he is still listening

"Zzz..."

he will to 100% fall asleep while being on the phone with you, that doesn't mean you're boring, but that he trusts you so much that he is comfortable enough to let his guard down

Diavolo:

"Good afternoon! How was the week of my favourite human?...ah don't tell Solomon I said that hahaha"

as the future king of hell, he is a busy man, but he still manages to give you a call once a week, to the same time you two would have normally had your weekly afternoon tea meeting in the castle

with the exchange year over there is not much about your classes to talk about left, but Dia is just as excited about any other topic you decide to talk about, be it the most mundane thing he loves it!

"Oh so you went grocery shopping? That must be fun! Barbatos does it all the time, though I suppose you buy less things...I'd like to see a human market at some point, I wonder if they're very different from ours...oh but I wouldn't really able to tell I suppose, Barbatos and you would need to point out the differences!"

this man can talk without taking a break for hours...you think Asmo is bad? Prepare for Diavolo...

but seriously it never gets boring with him, because he somehow finds good and fun stuff in every activity, I swear give him a vacuum and watch him clean you're whole flat with the enthusiasm of a child getting presents on Christmas

the work of a future king consists of so much paperwork, Dia will have only few events of his week to tell you about, if there is something to talk about there is a high chance it has to do with the brothers

so he'd much rather just sip his tea and listen to you, he'll ask you loads of questions though about anything he doesn't know

sometimes you two forget the time and Barb sadly has to remind you to come to a stop for now

"Mc? Did I wake you? If so I'm terribly sorry...would you be up to talk for a little bit more? I'm not feeling too tired yet"

surprise night time calls from Dia where you'll have to speak silently or Barbatos might reprimand Diavolo for staying up all night and being tired the next day, Dia doesn't regret it ever though, he likes to talk you a lot!

Barbatos:

Barbatos is always busy and his schedule can often suddenly change with a new whim of his master, so he can't exactly have a scheduled call with you

so you might not get to hear of him very often

BUT he made it a habit to call you when he is on duty to do the dishes, the chore is somewhat boring to him with no one to distract him

so he calls you and if you pick up, he'll put you on speaker and talk to you about whatever comes to mind while his hands wash one after another of the expensive porcelain of the royal household

"I've bought this new tea which is said to be really nice, it can even be enjoyed cold apparently. It seems to have to just the right amount of sweetness to not get bitter when drank cold...you can still add sugar for extra sweetness, though I believe you're already sweet enough as it is"

no matter what you decide to talk about Barbatos always has at least some knowledge about it, so it's beneficial for both of you, he can tell you the things he knows and you tell him your stuff

"I hope I'm not bothering you too much? There is quite a lot to do today... so it might take some more time..."

you will never get to know that Barb has actually already finished the dished a few minutes ago, but just isn't ready to say goodbye yet

the rest of the employees will be able handle the castle for a bit longer without him, meanwhile he can take a well deserved tea break and listen to you

he very much enjoys the fact he found a way to have some time with you while theoretically having to be at work, as long as he is able to finish all the tasks of his daily schedule, he doesn't feel too bad about his not so legal break

"I fear I'll have to get back to work now, but I loved talking to you today! I hope you enjoyed it as well. I'll talk to you again soon!"

Solomon:

Though Solomon returned to the human realm with you, you haven't heard much of him, being a wise old man sorcerer must be very time consuming

so calls of Solomon might be rare but that doesn't mean you don't write messages every now and then, when he calls you though it's always about something interesting or important to share, he talks about those things rather verbally, the best option for him would be in person, but that doesn't always work so a phone call is the second best option

"My lovely apprentice, how is your studying going? I've found the tome we were talking about last time you were interested in...it took some research to find which sorcerer had it but I brought it back for you. How about I'll drop by you next week? I can help you with your studying then, the tome is written in an older version of the language it might be easier if we do it together!"

Solomon can simply not sit still, so while you're on the phone, he is always tinkering at something and the background noises are sometimes quite peculiar...

Was that a pig squeaking? Are you sure you should be brewing a potion while being on the phone? Isn't it distracting?

Oh Lord was that an explosion?!

"Hmm? Oh yeah...I`m cooking dinner right now! It was just a small explosion though, you know the ones that are regularly happen in the kitchen. Why? Was my cute student worried about me?~ heheh alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you...for now!"

no matter how chaotic, teasing or busy Solomon is though, if you call him and are in need of help, he'll drop everything and run to you

he knows how hard it can be when studying magic, not to mention that the studies are difficult, the constant hiding of any magic in front of other humans is also very nerve wrecking, sometimes you feel like giving up and going back to your normal life, back to your non-magical very human friends that are blissfully unaware of everything happening around them, but you know you could never forget and act as if nothing happened, you'd also miss your new not so normal friends, so when times get hard Solomon will rush to you and comfort you in person or at least calm you down on phone until he is able to go to you

if that happens he is more likely to call you every two to three days just to check in on you

"Hey how is my strong and beautiful fellow human doing? Feeling better yet? Need a shoulder to lean on? I'm at your flat in 10 minutes..."

Simeon:

Simeon is a daily caller as well, he's gotten so used to seeing you every day that he feels quite restless if he doesn't get to hear your voice at least once a day

he asked you to recommend at what time he should call, he doesn't want to restrict you in your daily life, so you both came to the conclusion after dinner would be perfect, as both of you are free for the rest of the day then

He will often write a bit on his TSL scripts, just some notes and inspirations he comes up while talking to you

"How was your day my little lamb? You haven't overworked yourself right? Tell me if you ever need help!"

though Simeon would definitely have things to complain about with how Michael is working him to the bone, he'd rather not worry you so instead he tells you about how Luke is doing and evasively answers you questions about himself

"Oh me? Ah yes, I'm doing fine, just doing the usual archangel stuff you know...Ah please do not worry Mc, my dear! Nothing dangerous!"

over the time his TSL notes turn into random scribbles, rhymes and poems and every now and then something that looks suspiciously like your name

Sometimes Luke crashes the call and wants to speak with you as well so Simeon tries to put the phone on speaker only to end up ending the call and Luke getting frustrated with Simeon and doing it himself

then again Simeon also just accidentally hangs up on you mid conversation, because his fingers hit the button without him noticing, he'll get so confused when you cut off in the middle of your sentence and thinks something has happened to you, only to be relieved when you call back a few seconds later

Simeon is very interested in your day and how you doing, asking you many questions and encouraging you to keep talking

"Oh no please keep talking! You're not overwhelming me at all, in fact I like listening to your voice, it puts even the most melodic voice of an angel into the shadows...hahaha did I make you embarrassed? I apologize, I didn't mean to, I was only telling you my honest opinion!"

Simeon is quite the flatterer, but he often does not notice it, he simply tries to be nice, so a call with him leaves you flustered and stuttering ever now and then, but he is just as quick to blush at a honest and heartfelt compliment

Luke:

Luke might be an angel, but he is still low ranking and therefore has less assignments, besides studying to become a great angel and doing some minor tasks for Michael, he is relatively free

he often spends his free time in the kitchen constantly trying to improve his baking, now after the exchange year not only to impress Michael and Simeon but also Barbatos, maybe a bit Beel and definitely you!

but as Simeon is still working at these times, he gets somewhat lonely so he'll try calling you to keep him some company

Luke has this habit of speaking the recipes out loud to remember the steps better and be able to able to make them from memory, he got that tip from Barbatos, but he still has his moments where he gets stuck and forgets what to do next, you can notice that when he gets silent and concentrates on trying to remember

"Ah right that was it! I almost forgot about the eggs! Good thing you were here...or well on the phone hehe! You always remember this stuff, you're so amazing!"

when you tell him you simply looked it up in the internet for him, he'll get a bit sulky that he now basically cheated, but with your reassurance that he is already great and can remember so many other steps, he is quickly back to his happy little angel self

"Michael let me help with his conference today I was assistant record keeper today, one day I'll be able to do it alone, bit they're talking so much and so fast...I think I still need a couple centuries until I'm fully ready, but I'm working on improving! You should also try to improve your skills daily! Even a small bit of practice is good! Though I think you're perfect already!"

Luke most definitely learned his flattering from Simeon... he talks about many different things on the phone but repeating topic is Michael...just talking to you makes his day and later he'll tell everything Simeon and he smiles so brightly while he reports to him, please keep talking to him a lot!

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[bloodycassian]

Reader x Cassian - Hellish Prompt: Reader is an assassin/spy that was caught and azriel has spent months torturing her for information and can’t get anything out of her and cassian eventually goes to see who this assassin/spy is and the mating bond snaps and cassian beats the $hitt out of az bc of the mating bond instincts and rhys has to intervene and break up the fight (i was thinking this could switch between azriel’s POV at the start and then switch to cassian's POV)

AN- this was SO fun to make. Please more requests like this!! I love the idea of unexpected mates!

TW -blood/ blades.  

Drip, drip, drip. Copper smell filled the small room. Blood leaked down the drain in the floor. You wheezed a laugh bitterly and spat on the ground at his feet. Azriel's rage simmered calmly under his dark shadows. They coiled, ready to strike. Wanting to strike. The sound of your feeble laughs was practically the only sound Azriel had gotten from you for the first week of torture.  The second week was worse, even for him. Truth teller revealed nothing when he gouged into your skin from the bottom up. Truthfully, he was impressed beyond measure. But that didnt mean that he could stop the job at hand. He had to know, and wished he didnt have to do this kind of thing to get the information from you. "Listen..." He sighed, cleaning his blade. He was always nervous whenever he had a back turned to an enemy, no matter how well they were restrained. But he trusted his shadows enough to tell him if something was wrong.  "If you just.. Cooperate and tell me where the Queens are, we can let you go. No trouble, just releasing you back to Rask." He tried to keep his tone neutral, but he was nearing an exhaustion point. Torture every day for two weeks had its toll not only on the victim, but the dealer as well. His shadows seemed to be growing restless too, waiting for a chance to strike.  He watched your reaction from the corner of his eye. Noted the way your head hanging loosely seemed to gain a bit more strength before you spoke. "Losing your touch, Spymaster?" You revealed a row of bloody teeth to him, and grunted when the chains at your wrists stung the magic that weakly attempted to help you.  Azriel could have sighed. He could have laughed and bled you dry. Have a healer come and patch you up enough to keep you alive. The idea was tempting, but he didn't like having anyone besides his brothers see him in this mode of darkness. He could have brought Rhys down to attempt to break into your mind again. After the first attempt and Rhys' reaction to being blocked, he wasn't eager for that again. So he sighed, and brought out the potions laced with Faebane.  + He was convinced you weren't a normal Fae. After months of his best torture methods he was a wreck. "She just-" He tried to hide his frustration, but his brothers knew him best. Cassian smirked by the fire, warming his wings. Rhys seemed a bit more concerned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Azriel had never been one to spend a long time on torture. Rhys saw the frustration flowing from him after every session with the stubborn Fae in the dungeon cell.  "I dont know what to do anymore. She's the only one to have never broken." He ran a hand though his hair. His shadows seemed weak, exhausted like him.  Rhys considered for a moment, looking between his two brothers. Cassian seemed to be enjoying Azriel's frustration. Maybe a bit too much. Rhys sipped his wine then, with a look of innocence, "Maybe we will have Cassian end it. Perhaps seeing the Lord of Death in front of her will knock something loose."  Cassian's stare whipped to him, a silent plea on his face. "We should leave it to our expert Rhys-" Azriel laughed, cold and bitter. "The expert hasn't got a damn thing out of her. We either kill her or send her back to Rask with all the information she's collected about us. With nothing in return." Shame lined his features. The sense of failure to his high lord was a heavy weight to bear. "Cas...I expect you down there tomorrow afternoon. It will be her last chance." Rhys' no nonsense tone shut down Cassian's retort. His jaw locked with distaste. He hated the cramped cells below the house of wind. Hated the way going underground made his wings feel like they needed to stretch. The worst was when that stale air was laced with the rotting smell of dead mice or old blood. It made his skin crawl just thinking about it.  "Come on Cas, dont you want to see the only one that's outlasted me?" Az asked with a mock grin. He couldn't give the same smile back. Turmoil spilled inside him at the thought of going so far below the mountain.  + Cassian took a long time to go to bed that night. His restlessness about the next day made him wake up over and over, never having more than an hour of peace before being waken up.  Azriel held up a mug of tea to him the next morning. "You look like shit." He handed his brother the mug with a small smile. Cassian glared at him, but took it anyway. He went to the balcony, his heavy wings needing to feel the fresh air. It was like taking a bath after being covered in grime. He sighed in relief, letting the late morning sun graze his body. The cold wind from Illyria was beginning to come in for the winter, and the familiar smell ignited something in him. He felt a draw, but shoved it to the back of his mind. He knew what he had to be this day. "Why the hell do we have to keep them so far down again?" Cassian complained. Around and around and around. Down deeper and deeper into the pit of the mountain that the house above was carved out of. Cassian felt like his lungs were collapsing the further they went. He tried not to let his nerves show, but he knew Az's shadows would pick up on it anyway.  "Remember when you broke your arm chasing down that Attor?" Azriel could have laughed at that memory, but the story surrounding it made the experience soured. More shame on top of the guilt already there.  Cassian hummed in approval, welcoming the distraction the memory brought. He tried not to focus on how each turn of the staircase got darker and darker. How the air seemed to compress around him. He locked his eyes on the scar on one of Az's wings. "And we spent a week fixing the top story of that apothecary?" He asked, keeping his voice steady.  "Yes. Dont you remember how the Attor got out?" Cassian shook his head, and Azriel huffed a laugh. "I left the door open for just a second to get a new knife and..." He shook his head, part in anger and regret, part in shame. "It had escaped before I turned around. I dont know how it happened, to this day."  Cassian stared at the back of the shadowmaster's head. The dark ripples around him seemed to spike. "It happens Az, you can't be perfect."  "It's not perfection, its basic thought. After that we moved all enemies to the lower dungeons. No matter the threat. Rhys even put wards on the arches." He ran a hand over the walls, his fingers catching a few of the grooves that linked each spelled archway to the other.  Cassian left the conversation at that. At least his brother wasn't brooding as much as before. The dim lights began to come into view, and his heart began hammering. Adrenaline singing through his veins. His polished siphons glowed, reflecting red off the dark stone ceiling. He had polished all his black armor the night before, when he couldn't sleep. Something poked, prodded at him all night. Keeping him awake. He figured he may as well make use out of it.  "She's not going to talk to you unless you show..weakness first." Azriel said in a low voice. Cassian nodded, reaching the end of the stairwell with him.  Cassian couldn't see the dark figure in the cell, but he felt the presence nonetheless. The dark draw that you demanded. He wondered how Azriel had dealt with that pull this whole time. The tantalizing draw to you. He shook his head, pushed the hair out of his face and nodded to Azriel.  He opened the door, then began his ritual. At the start of every session he would toss a bucket of water over your body, then a bucket of salt. It made the wounds that handn't healed fully scream in pain. You jolted at the suddenness of it this time. "Good morning, shadowsinger." You ground out, voice rough with strain. Cassian watched in awe at his brother.  Cassian was never one for torture. There was a reason Azriel was appointed to this position. Watching the calm cruelness of him was jarring, but Cassian kept his face straight. He stood behind you, watching the flimsy attempts to pull at the shackles holding your arms up. Lacerations dotted each arm, some light pink scars. Some were still scabbing over. A chill ran down his spine.  "You have a guest today, would you like to see him?" Azriel's voice was cool, calm. Like he was speaking orders to a group of soldiers. He began slicing new lines into your arms, moving up to your neck. He had left your ears in tact, as a last resort if you refused to speak to Cassian. The pull Cassian felt was overwhelming. He walked a bit too quickly around you, plastered on a wicked smile for show, then crouched down. The smile faded when he finally saw your face. Your dripping hair was a horror on its own. Plastered to the skeletal cheekbones, and pale eyes. Those eyes were brighter than anything he'd ever seen. A field of flowers down the slope of Illyrian mountains. His world shifted, drawing the breath from him. "Mine." His mind seemed to roar with that alone, but in a thousand different variations. "Lover, friend, partner, mine mine mine. Mate. My mate." His lips quivered with the realization. With the way his heart soared, and the way he moved without realizing it. He choked a gasp, and fell forward on his knees before you. He saw the same astonishment in your reaction. Azriel dropped his sword, confusion and concern alert on his features. "Cas wh-" Before he could finish, before his shadows could detect that Cassian had even moved, his brother was on top of him. Cassian's knuckles stung with every punch. A new kind of rage flared inside him. It made his muscles yearn for violence. Made his teeth crave the flesh of those that so much as looked at you wrong. There was no mercy for Azriel, it was as if he was an enemy on the battlefield. Cassian held nothing back. You hung limply from the chains that bound you. Crunch after crunch sounded from Azriel. He eventually managed to push Cassian off of him. Then they locked together in battle again. Clashes of armor against armor were deafening. The snarls they ripped at each other were loud enough to make you cringe. Your heart squeezed at the sounds of Cassian's breath. At the scent of blood spilling. You pulled feebly at the chains, your mind roaring to protect him.  Your mate. You tried to watch the battle, but the weakness in your body refused to let you turn more than a few inches. They were panting, Cassian fighting with a ferocity Azriel had never seen. His eyes flared with rage, like he was possessed. "Cas-" Azriel grunted, shoving his brother backwards. His back hit yours, pushing you down and digging those stone cuffs into your wrists. You hissed in pain. Cassian roared and lunged at his brother again, and again.  The darkness that boomed outside the cell was jarring. The stone ceiling shuddered, small rocks and dirt falling from it. Cassian did not stop. He didn't hesitate, coming at Azriel with punch after punch. His fist crushed the wall behind where Az's head had been. 

"Enough." The high lord's cool command was enough to make you still your weak attempts at looking at the two. Cassian's chest heaved as he tried lifting his arm to punch Az again. Pure fury in his heart was enough to make him disobey Rhysand's order.

  Then Rhys' talons gripped him. Freezing his mind, stilling him. Rhys' face shifted to surprise at what he glimpsed at there. "Oh.." He breathed. Azriel panted, backing away from his brother, out of the cell. He locked the cell and wiped the blood from himself, his wings hanging limply behind him. "What- the hell." He panted, nursing his arm. Cassian's eyes locked to your small frame. How your muscles quivered, how your arms shook with the effort of holding yourself up. He felt Rhys' claws recede slowly from his mind, releasing each part of him one by one. He rushed to you.  He picked up Azriel's sword and with a clean, masterful swipe, broke the enchanted stone that bound you. The weak sigh that came from you was heartbreaking. His eyes pricked with tears, and he caught you before you could fall to the floor into the puddle of dried blood. He didnt notice, or care that it was there. He sat there with you, cradled you and shook with you. 

"Cassian... She's.. Cassian's mate." Rhys said slowly, astonished. He didn't take his eyes from his brother in the cell. Azriel froze in place. For a moment, the dungeon was completely still. Totally silent, as if the world waited for what was to come next.

Azriel turned on a heel and left, trudging up the stairs. Rhys dared not touch his mind. "Cassian...." He spoke, trying to get his brother's attention. He did not glance at Rhys, just curled around your body more. Protecting, nesting almost. Rhys knew the feeling too well from the weeks after he and Feyre's bond snapped into place.  "We will check in tomorrow. Be safe, brother." Rhys spoke to Cassian's mind. It was nothing but an ocean of rushing thoughts. Cassian could have bared his teeth, could have tried to fight his brother through the bars of the cell. Hell, he could have probably broken through those bars with the primal strength flowing through him with the rush from the bond. 

But he didn't. He stayed, his warm body pressed against yours. Those siphons glowing against your skin like a fire. He stroked your hair soothingly, his tears like rainfall on your body, through your bloodstained clothes. He didn't remember falling asleep there, but it was the most restful, peaceful night he'd ever had in his existence. 

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[mrsseverussnape]

I'm here to request a Severus x reader, Sev getting ignored and being grumpy about it and the reader cuddles with him and says sorry and all that fluff stuff. ILY ❤️❤️

A/n: Hello, i finally managed to write your request! Hope you’ll enjoy it☺️

Characters: Severus Snape x wife!reader

Theme: Fluff

Longing

Severus woke up shivering once again this week, the bed was never warm enough without you and he slowly opened his eyes to make sure about this sad reality. He sat up while letting out an unhappy sigh; this whole week he felt like he’s all alone, you were here but not actually. Minerva was having a cold and she was unable to teach her classes this week, so you have offered to teach her classes for her which she accepted gladly. But Minerva’s classes added with your own ones caused you to work nonstop, it was way too much. Even though you weren’t complaining at all, Severus was not happy about it at all. This whole week he woke up alone, he ate alone, he went to bed alone… You two came across time to time in the corridors and had a small talk but that was all. Severus was hoping to spend the whole weekend together but apparently this was not going to happen since you were not in your shared room even on Saturday morning. Severus decided to put a stop to this; you were tiring yourself out unnecessarily also he has missed you so much. After he got dressed and had a cup of tea, he started to look for you. He was quite sure that you will be in your classroom, so he made his way to there. Severus walked in without knocking on the door and found you behind stacks of papers. You didn’t look at your uninvited guest before marking the paper in front of you; when you were done with it, you took a look at the person and your face lighted up after seeing your husband.

“Good morning Sevvy.” You gave him a soft smile, tried to hide your tiredness from him.

Severus walked up to you and pushed some papers away to make himself a place to sit on the desk. “Mornings are not good without you, Y/N…” he sulked like a little child. This was the side he would show to you only and you adored that.

“After I finish marking these, we can do whatever you want.” You patted his thigh reassuringly.

Severus took a look at your desk which was almost covered with paper stacks, it was pretty obvious that you wouldn’t be able to finish them all today. He sighed loudly and little bit dramatically. “Well… Then I shall leave… my loneliness and I will be in our room if you wonder…” He did his famous hair flip and stood up to leave. You bit down on your lips to stop yourself from laughing at him, he was such a drama queen but you loved it.

“Perhaps i may join you and your loneliness? If you would like that, of course.” You smirked when he stopped in his tracks, his face still facing the door.

“You may…” He replied couple of seconds later and waited for you to join him. You casted a spell to tidy up your desk and made your way to him, hugging him behind before holding his hand and went to your room.

Severus was still sulking, but you were pretty sure he was faking it at this point because his black eyes were shining with victory. You decided to play along, it was apparent that he needed some extra love and attention today. “How about we have a warm bath and then cuddle, I can read you book too.”

He gave a small nod and you took it as a yes, made your way to the bathroom and prepare a bubble bath with flower essences to relax you both. Severus came in half undressed and you helped each other out to get rid of your clothes then got in the bathtub. Warm water and bubbles covered your naked bodies when your muscles relaxed. You rested your head on his toned chest as he wrapped his arms around you. Severus and you spent around half an hour in the bath, relaxing in each other’s embrace. After you dried off, you wore some cosy clothes and jumped into your big bed. Severus buried his face into your chest while hugging you tightly like you could run off any time. You kissed his hair and held him reassuringly.

“Stay with me forever, you are my happy place…” Severus whispered softly.

“I am not going anywhere darling; it is hard to get rid of me.” You chuckled and lifted his chin up to look at him. “You are trapped with me a lifetime.”

“Then I am the happiest captive.” He looked deeply in your eyes; you could see the love he has for you.

“This is the moment you should kiss me, Severus.” You grinned cheekily while he was rolling his eyes but he was more than happy to give you the kiss you both wanted and needed. After pulling away from the kiss, you caressed his pink tinted cheek. “I apologize for this week, I wasn’t around at all…”

“You will be forgiven but you need to pay me kisses and cuddles for the whole week, my love.” A mischievous smirk played on his lips when he pulled you on top of him.

“Count it as done my dear hubby.” You said while leaning for another kiss.

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[staryuee]

Since request is open may I request chongyun, xingqiu and zhongli with an s/o who has the same personality of hu tao?

s/o with the same personality as hu tao —genshin hcs ⸝⸝

꩜ warning[s] ; n/a <3

𖥻 synopsis ; (char.) with an s/o similar to hu tao <3

ᜊ characters ; chongyun , xingqiu , zhongli

— oh god . . . not another one

— don’t get him wrong , he absolutely loves you no matter what but cmon !! this is the 7th time you’ve tried to feed him a jueyun chilli !

— whenever you prank him by faking a ghost and or spirit sighting he slowly dies inside </3

— does appreciate seeing your more professional side when speaking of matters that truly interest you , he finds the aspect of your duality something rather intriguing

— but whenever you mention to him that you see death as nothing more than ‘something natural’ he feels kind of hurt :(

— do you not value your own life that much ?? why do you only see life and death as a process ?

— extremely worried pls hold this boy

— or actually don’t- because though he really loves your overly affectionate and sweet nature towards him he cannot keep stocking up on ice cream daily it takes forever :’)

— takes great offence whenever he hears people speak badly of you , it’s even worse whenever you turn a blind on it and say it’s no big deal since to him it is

— no one’s allowed to speak badly of his precious s/o >:(

— HAHAH YES >;))

— everyone absolutely DESPISES your duo , do you care though ?? no LOL

— every week you plan a different prank to pull on either xiangling or the darling chongyun who might just join the ghosts he’s trying to exorcise because he’s so done with your bs 💀

— the teasing in your relationship causes so much sexual tension i feel like many people hide their childrens eyes because of it even if there’s nothing going on

— the only real con he has whilst being with you is the fact he can’t read in peace , but if he gets to hear you rant about the most random things with that cute smile on your face he can’t complain :)

— although he’s worried with your fascination of the afterlife , and even more worried when you mention how you only view death as a natural part of life

— sure it’s sadly true , but hearing you say it so nonchalantly truly hurts him he doesn’t want you to see it as something so simple

— no one gets to talk badly about you especially in front of xingqiu , his influence on the people of liyue won’t allow it not one bit !

— if you’re worried about any sort of dirty looks , dw xingqiu has your back :))

— he wishes he was mortal maybe he could join guizhong-

— i’m sort of joking- but seriously when you two are in a room together he just LEAVES AJDJW

— he loves you so dearly , your warm affectionate behaviour melts his heart

— and when you give him that hug at the end of the day that seems to last forever boyyy is he head over heels <33

— though , your constant pranks and teasing are not appreciated as much , especially when you do them to him >:( he has to save you from getting chased by either xiangling or chongyun and honestly it’s become a routine

— you make his blood pressure rise so much he’s thinking of going on a pure tea diet

— is upset about the way you view death :( you’re a mortal why should you express your views for death as something that’s meaningless ??

— death is a natural occurrence sure , zhongli has experienced the sight of death plenty of times within his lifespan , but having to be a witness to yours makes the pain in his heart harder to bear

— so don’t talk about the afterlife so bitterly like that , he’ll probably start crying for the first time in a while :(

— he doesn’t view you differently just because of your personality , he finds it sort of endearing in some way

— certainly used to quite weird looks from others so he isn’t too bothered by them whenever he’s with you, however if he noticed their eyes linger on you he gets rather defensive

— if it was only happening to him he wouldn’t care as much , i mean he’s literally an immortal god why would he care about some mfs that are gonna die soon anyway- PLS IM SORRY AKDJW

— he will have a word with those people , making sure they mind their business

— overall , he loves you but wishes you’d leave xiangling and chongyun alone so he’d stop having to collect you :’)

IHEARTGANYU do not copy, steal or repost <33

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