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luveline · 11 months

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𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

miguel can’t control himself when you get hurt in the field —a ficlet featuring an irritated (lovesick) miguel and a flirty, distracted spider-girl. pre across the spider-verse but contains spoilers. requested he re, fem!reader, 2.5k

tw. fighting, injury, blood

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Miguel watches the screen in front of him unhappily.

"Spider-Girl," he says. Two people answer him. He sighs. "Y/N," he amends, "you're being reckless."

The little droid camera that follows you around circles your head as you swing from one place to another. "I'm being good," you deny.

Miguel would never tell you this, but he loves how you speak. Sure, almost every word you say annoys him, but the cadence of your voice is melodic and addictive at once. And Miguel knows you're nice to everyone, but it's him alone that has you speaking so softly.

You do it to torture him, he's sure.

"You're doing well, but you'd be better if you didn't free fall for so long. Mechanical failure can happen at any minute," Miguel says.

"Then one of the others will catch me."

"And if there's no team member close by? I'm supposed to come and scrape you off of the sidewalk?"

"Miguel," you say gently. He can tell what mood you're in today. "They have people for that."

"Could you just do as I asked you to?"

"Ah, but you haven't asked me anything."

"Please," he says, "focus on the task at hand, and use your webs cautiously."

You make a chirping sound that feels more laughter than affirmation, but you do as he requests, reducing the length of time between each web shot. You're in New York, Earth-1844, attempting to send home an unhappy Doc Ock variant whose mechanical arms are immensely technologically advanced, even when compared to Nueva York's futurism.

Miguel had sent you along with a rather large team, one. because a big team was necessary for the task, two. because you'd asked and he has trouble saying no to you, and three. because if you'd spent another hour in his office today he actually might have given into temptation, which wouldn't be good for anybody.

Miguel is used to doing what needs to be done rather than what he'd like, these days. So while he wants to indulge you and your fanciful suggestions —I'm not heavy, handsome, please, you won't even notice I'm in your lap, your thighs are so wide— he can't. He has things to do. Things that cannot endure distraction.

"Woo!" you cheer through laughter, letting your shoes skim the floor in an especially dangerous manoeuvre. The adrenaline turns you giddy. "Holy crap."

Oh, right, that's why he resists temptation —he hates you. (He doesn't hate you.) He hates you and your disregard for your own safety, he hates your rejection of his authority, and he hates the stupid sweet sound you make when you're excited.

"Do you listen to me and then forget what I've said, or do you not understand the English language?" he asks.

You land on a rooftop overlooking the centre of Future Doc Ock's destruction. "Well, I've been learning Spanish. We could always try that," you suggest.

"Why have you been learning Spanish?" he asks.

"Coquetear contigo," you say, your pronunciation all over the place. To flirt with you.

"Qué maravilla," he mutters.

"I don't know that one, handsome, so I'm going to assume it was a love confession or something similar." You sound so overly fond he has to tense his jaw. "Gwen, where are you?"

"I'm over here?"

Gwen is wrapped up tightly in a metal tentacle. It shakes her around fanatically. Miguel swears and zooms in on her location, watching in apprehension as she attempts to free herself while the arm creaks, tightening, tightening.

"Woah," you say, taking a running jump off of the rooftop. "Can you believe it? I'm not the first one who needs rescuing."

Hobie Brown reaches Gwen before you can, and he makes an impressive rescue. You divert your path, shooting a web at the glass dome covering Future Doc Ock's head. Miguel crosses his arms across his chest. Wannabe Mysterio loser, he thinks, and then, when you've smashed a hole into the dome with a generously momentous kick, Nice.

He doesn't suppose Doc Ock was expecting a kick to the jaw today.

You hiss as you propel yourself away from him, another web shot at a nearby lamppost. It does something funny to his chest when he hears you whine in pain, but he's too distracted to ask what's wrong —he scours your droid's view for an answer, finds it red and saturating the fabric of your suit.

"Why are you bleeding, Spider-Girl?" he asks, gaze drawn to the main screen where Dock Ock shouts belligerent threats at an approaching Spider-Man.

"No biggie," you say, hissing again, "I think I cut my leg on the glass. I need a better suit."

"Can you walk?"

"I'm fine," you say with a sniffle. From the amount of blood, the cut is deep. "Is it me, or is it dusty in here?"

It definitely hurts if it's making you cry, though maybe you're unprepared. This was a bad idea, you aren't as seasoned as the others, and he knows you don't know what you're doing yet. You need more time, more practice. You've hurt yourself in the field on your very first mission, and you don't have the pain threshold or the super-healing necessary to cope.

It's his fault for letting you go.

"Prepare for extraction," he says.

"No! No way, are you kidding? I'm fine, I– I can do this."

"Y/N," he warns.

You fling yourself from the lamppost with impressive grace considering your injury and join the fight once again. Miguel can't keep an eye on you like he wants to, as the alarm that indicates an anomaly begins to sound. He's forced to rush together a second team while the elite strike force are preoccupied, yanking members of Spider-Society from their goings abouts, Lyla in his ear recommending effective combinations and fighting styles. From that point on, he has to supervise two different missions, his head pounding with effort.

His hands itch. He should be out there. Miguel is the cream of the crop and he isn't shy to admit that. He's a good fighter, but he can't be everywhere at once, and most of the anomalies they face require multiple sets of hands to fix. So he forces himself to stay put and guide the teams through each fight, sick to his stomach with every bloody footprint you leave behind.

He's following Hobie Brown and offering rejected instruction when he sees you go down. He toggles your voice channel and catches the end of a high-pitched, "Oof," the air-knocked from your lungs forcibly as you hit the ground. The tentacle that propelled you veers up for a finishing blow, and three different webs catch it and pull it backward.

It's a blur. One minute Miguel's in the control room at Spider-Society headquarters, the next he's breathing in the smoggy air of New York, Earth-1844, concrete and asphalt torn up under his hands. Lyla speaks in his ear and he's deaf to her, his focus pointed with only one thing in mind.

The restraint it takes not to wipe Doc Ock from the face of the dimension is incalculable. Miguel can't quite believe his own moderation as he orchestrates the return of the anomaly, your body on the ground in the corner of his eye.

The second the situation is under control, he runs to you. His gloves hit the ground with a thud by your hip, as do his knees. Spider-Man, a Peter Parker from Earth-751263, has already set nanobots over your prone figure, tiny spider-like creatures that leave webbing bandages in their wake, closing the sluggish wound on your calf. But nanotech won't fix a broken spine, not in the field. Miguel needs a stretcher. He needs to get you home.

"Miguel," you say, drawing his gaze from your slow-rising chest, "I can't breathe.

He slides his thumb as gently as he can into the seam of your mask and eases it off. "You're winded."

You cough. The sound is disturbingly wet, but your lips remain unsullied. Miguel can't look at you in this much pain, and he won't: he stands, and he takes control.

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You're not in nearly as much pain as you should be, because Doctor Spider-Man gave you the good stuff. "Your healing isn't nearly as expedited as most of us," he'd said.

"Is this medical discrimination?" you'd asked, faking a serious concern. "Do I need to talk to Spider-Lawyer?"

You found it funny. He maybe didn't, but he gave you an extra dose and told you to rest up before leaving. Resting at the Society medbay isn't easy because Spider People are constantly filtering in and out of the ward for check-ups, medication, and corrections.

It's also not easy because most Spider People are incredibly lonely in their home dimensions, and incredibly friendly here. When Miguel finally comes to visit you, you have a Spider-Girl from a few dimensions over who has the same biological mother as you but a different father sitting to your left —she's trippy and adorable, if you do say so yourself— two Peter Parkers to your right, and a melting pot of currency lost in the white linen sheets over your legs.

They get one good look at Miguel and put down their playing cards.

The Peter Parkers slink off together promising to come and see you again sometime, and your variant stops just shy of Miguel's position to look him up and down affectionately.

"Go away," he says.

She beams at him. "Okay."

"You can't help it, can you?" he asks after she's gone, picking a rogue playing card up from the end of your bed. He twiddles it between his index and middle finger, the card shushing with each turn.

You sit up in bed and try to straighten out the sheets, hoping to entice him. You don't bother answering his question. It barely sounded like one.

"I'm hurt, you know?" you ask.

"I know. I told you to retreat."

"No, I'm hurt it took you so long to visit me," you say. You're putting on airs. Truthfully, you genuinely are a little hurt, but your voice is soft and dreamy as always. "I thought we were friends."

"Ah, because you need more of those."

You sink down into your pillows, your knees hiked. "I really can't help it if people like me. And you'd know."

Miguel surprises you by sitting down. He faces away from you, his thigh just shy of your feet below the sheets, and it's only then you realise he's tense. He's in civvies for a change, a t-shirt stretched tight across his broad shoulders and chest and regular black sweatpants. He's wearing converse.

You look at him through a squint. "Did you hit your head, too?"

"I'm off-duty."

"I just never pictured you in sneakers."

"How do you picture me?" he asks, neck craned to look at you, his chin touching his shoulder. He has dark circles under his eyes and his brows are ruffled on one side.

You let your knees fall to one side and pull your legs to your chest, hoping to entice him closer. "You're not sleeping well?"

Miguel doesn't answer your inquiry. In fact, he falls silent. His eyes are on your hands where they're bunched at your chest, his dark flush of lashes twitching as his gaze tracks along the column of your throat, your jaw, and finally, your face.

"If you were anyone else," he says eventually, "you'd be benched."

"I'm not benched?" you ask.

"You disobeyed a direct order," he says, "and your actions affected the people around you. Someone else could've been hurt protecting you. You have to listen to what I'm telling you to do, or this is never going to work."

You look at the hospital bed railing rather than face his disappointment.

"But it's my fault."

"What?" you ask, startled.

"It's my fault you got hurt. I knew you couldn't handle it, and I let you go anyway. I'm… I'm weak."

"What are you talking about?" you ask. "Weak? You're the strongest person here, with or without Rapture."

He flinches at the drug's name.

You lay there, paralysed by your own mistake, your big mouth ruining everything for the thousandth time. If there's one thing you know about Miguel, it's that you never mention his weaknesses. His drug. His last attempt at a full life. You might be light-hearted, a free spirit, but you're far from stupid usually. Your emotional intelligence must've got lost somewhere on Earth-1844.

"Sorry," you murmur, looking at him from under your lashes. "I didn't mean…"

Slowly, so slowly, he puts his hand on your leg. It doesn't hurt, you've been medicated and stitched and his touch is far from cruel, but you're so startled that your breath gets caught in your throat. Miguel doesn't touch you unless he's giving you a vague reprimand, moving your hand from a button you shouldn't touch or a door you're not allowed to open.

"I let you go on that mission, knowing you weren't ready, because you asked me to let you. I put selfish motivations over your safety. It won't happen again."

You're not as brave as you think you are. You try to hold his hand but it looks so big, and you've never had him this close to you of his own accord. You're a moment away from nervous goosebumps.

He looks up at your touch, your pinky finger wrapped over his, smaller and shorter but with the same pattern of calluses, skin abraded by tight gloves and rough surfaces.

"Selfish motivations," you repeat in a murmur.

"I don't– like saying no. To you." He couldn't sound more unhappy to admit it.

"You say no to me all the time," you say. You don't mean to, but suddenly you're folding your fingers over his, forcing him to hold your hand. He doesn't stop you. He doesn't let go. "Like, ten times a day."

"It's difficult." Your complaint is a blessing for him —the atmosphere around you shifts to something less vulnerable, and his permanently chagrined personality rears its head once again. He raises his eyebrows. "You make my life extremely difficult," he says flatly.

"You make my life difficult, too," you say.

You can't help but give him your fondest smile, your lashes kissing in the corners of your eyes.

He visibly softens. His thumb rubs the back of your hand, just once.

"Fantastic," he says, looking firmly away from you. "Great."

"Isn't it?" you ask happily.

He squeezes your fingers gently. It's almost imperceptible. "Yeah, it is," he says.

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thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! also, im sorry if you already speak spanish i realised after that that detail was subjective to the reader, sorry!

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 22 days

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Three's A Crowd (a.k.a: when deuce is jealous of his tsum)

Deuce Spade x Reader

I write reader as female

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“Who’s my adorable little Deucey? Yes, you are. Yes, you are. Aren’t you a good little boy,” you cooed, nuzzling your face closer to the little tsum tsum in your hands. Ever since the small plush version of your boyfriend descended from the sky and bounded into you, the two of you have been inseparable.

For the past hour, you’ve been cuddling and kissing the little critter like there was no tomorrow and the tsum was soaking up your unrelenting attention like a cheeky little sponge. The little rascal didn’t even want to stop at just receiving your love. Oh no, it seemed perfectly happy leaping up and planting its face on your cheeks, jumping for joy when you’d smile at it and say your thanks

Meanwhile Deuce was sulking beside you, his thoughts were at odds with each other. On the one hand, he gets to see your smile and hear your angelic laughter - a sight and sound that never makes his heart swell with devotion - but on the other, he has to witness you doling out your coveted affection to someone else. He was being third-wheeled on his own date - and by himself no less!

He knows he’s being silly - pouting like a child because you’re doting over a creature less than ten centimetres large. He already had to endure Ace’s smug grin and teasing laughter at his ‘whipped behaviour’ but he can’t help it. He’s been wrapped around your finger for so long that he’s already made a home there.

He knew that if his plush counterpart was anything like him, then there was never enough of you. That you were just so beautiful and loving and breathtaking, that forever with you just felt too short. Your gentle words and soft caresses, your warm kisses and loving embrace, the sweetness that just pours out of everything you do was so enchanting that he was helpless against the force of it all. The love he had back then was so consuming that he thought it couldn’t possibly grow, that it’s mass was simply insurmountable but he was so unbelievably wrong - that was a mere drop compared to the ocean of desire he’s perpetually drowning in, and every day he sinks deeper and deeper. He was a fool to think that once he was yours, that he could be at ease. He should’ve known that every kiss, every touch he shares with you makes him more and more addicted to them, catching him in this vicious cycle that neither of you are planning to stop. So he knows perfectly well firsthand that a few hours with you would not satisfy the navy haired tsum in your grasp.

After all, he knew what he was like back then, when his rightfully atrocious reputation and frightening expression drove people away, when the concept of having someone close like this was a concept as fanciful as his book of fairytales. And now that he had someone to love and cherish, to worship and protect, he swore that he would never be the reason you felt scared or upset or angry. So if he had to deal with his irrational jealousy, he would.

But it was just so hard. For some reason his already aggressive and quick-to-anger tsum was exceptionally rowdy if it was over a centimetre away from your person (and no, he was not going to unpack that and yes, he was ignoring all of the looks his fellow Heartslabyul students and first years were giving him whenever his smaller counterpart would throw a tantrum or be so openly affectionate) so the only way it would behave was if it sat on your shoulder. This meant that he had to deal with an entire academic day of his mini me being nearer to you than him - of it rubbing against your cheek or being carried in your hands or snuggling up against you, you even hand fed it during lunch (you’ve never done that with him and no he most certainly did not splinter the table from how hard he was gripping it) - and he’s pretty sure he’s at his limit.

“Who’s my darling sweetheart?” you continued to coo, petting the tsum on its plush head, “who’s my handsome boy?”

“I am,” Deuce whined, dropping his head onto your shoulder.

You immediately stopped and turned to face him. He could feel his face burning from something other than the heated glare of the tiny thing in your hands but at this point, he was desperate.

“I am,” he repeated, lifting his face and looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes, “so, please. Can you pay attention to me?”

You smiled at him, so lovely and warm, and was about to open your mouth before, to both of your shock, the tsum tsum leaped up and planted a kiss right on your lips before landing back down looking immensely pleased with itself.

You blinked in surprise as Deuce looked ticked, glowering at his tiny counterpart, who just looked smugly back at him.

“You little,” was all you could hear before you felt a gloved hand grip your forearm and draw you forwards and another pushing against the back of your head, and his lips were on you, pressing hard against yours. It took a split second for you to get over your stupefaction and you kissed him back, just as hard, moving your mouth to the rhythm the both of you set. You felt the familiar haze of ecstasy clouding your senses before it was over, much too quick for the both of you.

He smiled at you, and you gave him a red-faced smile back, letting the oxygen once again fill your lungs and your rapid heart rate peter down to normal.

“I’m your boyfriend,” he pouted, “I know this is really silly of me but, but please look at me as well.”

“Oh Deuce,” you sighed affectionately, taking one of his hands and rubbing circles with your thumb on the back of it, “I’m always looking at you. I’m sorry, handsome, I guess I got a bit too caught up looking after the tsum tsum.”

“Don’t apologise,” he said hurriedly, “you were just helping us out. I should’ve said something sooner.”

“But still,” you cut yourself off at his look, “alright. But you have to understand. He’s a little version of my boyfriend - how could I not love him?”

“Yeah, I guess-”

“Almost as much as I love you.”

You - wha - why do you have to be so dangerous to his heart?

And he kisses you again. When the little guy launches itself up to headbut him in the cheek, he expertly catches it in his fist, opening an eye to look at its squirming body and smiles.

I win

#twst #twisted wonderland #deuce spade x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #fem reader

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zorosleftmantit101 · 3 months

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Bro wtf im alive!!

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ONE PIECE MEN

As shit from the groupchat

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C/W: swearing, NSFW, mentions of suicide, general shit post stuff.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Robin, Franky, Brook, Chopper, Usopp, Ace, Sabo, buggy, Shanks, Crocodile, Doflomingo

NOTE: Schools back and its been super fucking busy + plus im hyperfixated on bulders gate and game of thrones rn

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Luffy: My balls dropped insted

Zoro: Peburty

Zoro: How tf do u spell iy

Zoro: Pubesraty

Zoro: Pubes

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Sanji: Valentines more like. Suicide

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Buggy: Ur so wacky

Shanks: *wanking

Shanks: 109 mph dick slaming in and out of this dirty half full starbucks cup i stole from a homeless crack addict (im imagining its ur tight boy pussy asshole)

Buggy: Shanks.

Buggy: Stop.

Shanks: Erm no!

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Franky: Teachers should NOT say nice things to me (i have a praise kink and daddy issues)

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Nami: Bro i gotta shit so bad

Usopp: THEN SHIT BRO

Nami: Im in the car

Usopp: Oh

Usopp: THEN SHIT AT SCHOOL

Nami: I am NOT shitting at school

Usopp: PUSSY

Nami: this was all a trick girls dont shit

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Brook: Im so excited to drink today im actually shaking #slotmachines

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Luffy: Happy Monday!

Chopper: It is NOT Monday my guy

Luffy: ... the shotgun is in my mouth

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Franky: Bc l've got another day off

Franky: Should I come visit

Robin: YES

Franky: Hmmm

Franky: If I get bored I'll ride up

Robin: Then ill ride u up

Franky: What time u guys got recess and lunch

Robin: Get u preggo

Franky: SHIT

Franky: ILL BE THERE

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Kid: just punch the customer

Law: nah I need that shit to traumatise them, I need the customer to be rude to me and I start levitating in the air while chanting and blood pouring out my eyes

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Kid: When parents let their kids order and its like "what's that fetus, your learning to speak!! Yeah well spell trombone, didn't think so faggot"

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Ace: U stick ur dick in ur bum and get urself pregnant

Ace: 2024 lets make it happen

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Sabo: "Emo!" So close! I'm actually wearing the skin of your mother

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Doflamingo: OK BUDDY DEGRADE ME MORE IM THIS CLOSE TO EXPLODING IN MY PANTS

Crocodile: MOTHERFUCKER WHAT

Crocodile: YOU DIRTY CUNT

Crocodile: WAIT

Crocodile: NO

Crocodile: YOU PERFECT HUMAN BEING

Doflamingo: NGHH (reverse psychologyed your ass)

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Sanji: Ouchieeeeeeeeeeee my back hurtsss urghhhhh i wish their was a big sexy latina to sit on my face, only to make the pain go away of course

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Nami: Guys i close the store in half an hour and im boooooredde i already finished cleaning wveryhringggg

Robin: Okok pro tip

Robin: Do u have pens?

Robin: Hand sanitizer

Robin: And paper towel

Nami: Im gonna just finger myself

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Franky: That was my son 3 years ago before the incident...

Brook: Was the incident me whipping the nae nae! YOLO cash money dab on them fortniters

Franky: No

Franky: Big Foot stepped on my unborn baby

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Law: If i die i wanna be reborn as an electric chair

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Killer: Cheaters are dick beaters - Shakespeare probably

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Sanji: You are quite literally the most cutest girl I've ever seen

Luffy: Bro my dick actully smells so fuckimg bad, it never smells bad do i have aids

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thepepsislvt · 3 months

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nobody asked for this but im gonna give you my top 5 baby girls and their pros and cons

in order even bc im insane

this also turned out to be more of a drabbles so yall still getting fed

number 5: Sanji

Pros:

literally such a sweetheart

traumatized just like me

always coming with the best insults

best cuddles cant tell me im wrong

so fucking kind <3

supports my nic addiction

also doesnt smoke around you if you dont like it

Cons:

probably wouldnt even look at me until i show him my tits (im a trans guy)

probably smokes a pack a day

thinks he can out smoke me when im literally a feind for nic

on the off chance he gets in a relationship with me he still would flirt with other women and i have abandonment issues

Number 4: Ace

Pros:

Also very much a sweetheart

hes silly and knows how to always make you laugh

personal heater for the winter

will let you trace his freckles

best kisses ong

make cute little shapes with his flames

Cons:

probably wont let you wear his hat

will fake punch you like a brother

too damn sexy

also way too hot during the summer like do not cuddle me i will not go to sleep in the heat

Number 3: Bartolomeo

Pros:

his hair is green meaning hes gotta be a walking green flag

will let you wear his clothes

especially his jacket

wants to kiss you every chance he can

fanboys over anything

hypes you up for anything you want to do

Cons:

doesnt clean his piercings so you have to force him

doesnt understand personal space

Number 2: Rosinante

Pros:

another man that will let you wear his clothes

theyre gonna be huge since hes 9 foot 7

big friendly giant

when he trips bc hes clumsy he requires your kisses to feel better

will pick you up and carry you around if you let him

lets you help him with his makeup

always makes time for you no matter what hes doing

smile brighter than my future

Cons:

Number 1: Izou

Pros:

bro is damn gorgeous

will ask your opinion on everything when shopping for makeup

will even do your makeup if you want him to

self care king

even when youre not feeling it he will at least help you do the most basic things

very patient with only you

big on protecting you

smooches your forehead or temple a ton

has you help with his nightly routine

Cons:

has you ALWAYS help with his nightly routine

“oh im too tired can you do it yourself tonight?”

“Thats too damn bad my hair needs to shine brighter than the sun”

always looks more stunning than you (when is it my turn buddy >:( )

doing his makeup last over an hour

(this one is personal but i wanna cosplay him so bad but hes so feminine im scared i might get mad dysphoria)

thats all :)

#x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #bartolomeo #bartolomeo the cannibal #bartolomeo x reader #portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace #black leg sanji #sanji #not a vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #donquixote rosinante #rosinante corazon x reader #rosinante x reader #corazon x reader #izou one piece #izou x reader

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astrologyobservationsss · 8 months

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Random Observations

#3 natal chart

These observations are my personal research and viewpoint. Always love sharing with u… it’s been a while

SUN DISPOSITION OVER THE HOUSES

PLUTO DOMINANT/ASPECTS/8H PLANETS

CAPRICORN WOMEN

SUN IN TAURUS

🐚 SUN DISPOSITION OVER THE HOUSES Maybe you already acknowledged this one. The sun is displayed over the chart depending on where the sun was. In other words, your sun will be over or under the horizon—the AC/DC axis—depending on the hour you where born. Around 6AM to 18PM from the 7 to the 12H. And around 18PM to 6AM from 1 to 6H. The time will vary according to the year season. This can be useful to make a mental image of the chart just by knowing the time of birth

🐚 PLUTO DOMINANT/ASPECTS/8H PLANETS Intimacy issues. From my observations I can say that in SOME cases, it can be expressed as having serious issues with intimacy. There is some kind of blockage. Difficulty opening up. And that can vary between being emotionally closed and sexually closed. Can be something unconscious—hidden—so there it comes the lack of control. Control. Something that Pluto is addicted to. With Pluto comes the phobia, fear or trauma. But as I said, this is something subconscious so there’s a solution that can be found in yourself. These aspects could be compared with the pandora box, in which you don't want to open up about it or just with few ppl

🐚 CAPRICORN WOMEN Business Woman vibes. You can notice from far when a woman has capri in her personal planets. I noticed that Capricorn Ascendant is different. The aura that they present is looking older, serious or more responsable, these are those girls that from a young age have to grow up. For example, one of my friends have this ascendant and when she was just 6 she knew about Santa Claus… she couldn’t enjoy that childhood fantasy, she had and still have to take care of her younger sister, as if she was the mother… With the Sun you give the vibe of a leader and it looks like you have everything figured out, even if you are a mess. Capricorn is ruled by Saturn, restrain, responsibility, and rules the 10 House, work and public image. The influence of this energy makes you independent and craves recognition. But don’t misinterpret recognition as a Leonine trait to be seen but more as to achieve a duty. The curious thing is that the planet that holds this sign can give us a clue about the craving to be recognised

SUN ego or your father

MOON emocional fulfilment/need, your mother

MERCURY intellectual recognition

VENUS to achieve your desires, beauty, love

MARS self-assertion or you take action for recognition

long explanation i was inspired :)

🐚 SUN IN TAURUS eating is SACRED. These are the ones to have breakfast, lunch and dinner the first. I mean, they don’t like eating at crazy schedules. They are like babies that need 8 hours sleep and eating at x time. In general earth signs like Virgo and Capricorn are like this, but in my experience Taurus stands out. I have to say that this can be applied in other areas as going to the gym or as I said going to sleep every night at 9/10pm

Hope you liked it ;) love hearing from you and your perspectives so feel free to txt me down here xx

#taurus #astrology #astrology observations #natal astrology #natal chart #pluto #8 house #random observations #synastry #sun #sun in capricorn #capricorn #venus in capricorn #mars in capricorn #mercury in capricorn #moon in capricorn #sun in taurus #sun in virgo

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eith0r · 3 months

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One piece characters reacting to reader smoking

Strawhats

Luffy:

- he doesn't really care about it but he would prefer if you didn't smoke

- "as long as you like smoking it's alright"

Zoro:

- he wouldn't care but it reminds him to much of sanji

- "what are trying to do, copy the pervy cook?"

Sanji:

-nuh uh, maybe some puffs from his cig but that's it

- "don't destroy your pretty lungs"

Nami:

- she would be worried about your health but she won't stop you

- "do you really have to smoke?"

Robin:

- as you're 100% sure about it and know what the consequences are it's alright

- "please don't die"

Tony Tony chopper:

- he would cry, basically beg you to stop

- "as the doctor I forbid you from smoking"

Usopp:

- he doesn't care about it, it's just kinda normal for him

- "where do you even get so many cigarettes from?"

Franky:

- he doesn't understand why you smoke, like why do you need it

- "that's not really superrrrr of you"

Brook:

- he's the one who smokes with you

- "well it can't really hurt me yohohoho"

Heart pirates:

Law:

- he will explain every bad thing about smoking to you for hours

- "you won't listen to me either way tho so just go ahead"

Penguin:

- he would first tell you how bad it is but then later you two are smoking together

- "you know that's bad for your health right? Now give me a hit"

Shachi:

- he doesn't hate it but he doesn't support it either, he's like neutral

- "do what you wanna do"

Bepo:

- he would be shocked and hug you tightly until you put the cig away

- "what are you doing?!"

Kid pirates:

Kid:

- he thinks you're cool

- "hey y/n put like 20 cigs in your mouth!"

Killer:

- he doesn't care, it's your decision either way

- "did you ask captain if you could smoke?"

Heat:

- he would light your cigs for you, but like as a flame thrower

- "don't move or you'll be burned"

Power rangers vinsmoke siblings:

Ichiji:

- he thinks it's not polite and disgusting

- "You're just like my brother"

Niji:

- just like Ichiji he thinks that it's disgusting but he's not that rude about it like ichiji

- "throw that away"

Yonji:

- he doesn't like it but just because everyone else says that it's disgusting but he won't do anything against it, maybe he will even try it with you once

- "why are you even smoking? Can I try?"

Reiju:

- she wouldn't really say or do anything against it so you don't really know what she thinks of it

- "does that taste good or do you have another reason for smoking?"

Other characters:

Doflamingo:

- he would just lean down a meter and a half to be around your level before taking the cig out of your mouth and smoking it himself

- "these are pretty good cigarettes"

Corazon:

- he has father instincts but he trys to stop them and let you decide things on your own

- "you sure about this..?"

Shanks:

- he doesn't want you to smoke since he doesn't want you to harm yourself

- "please don't smoke dear, it's not good for you"

Buggy:

- he doesn't care, he would even smoke with you if you want him to

- "let's go smoke one again"

Mihawk:

- he doesn't want you to smoke to much but he would let you smoke sometimes

- "try not to smoke to much alright?"

Koby:

- he would be so worried for you, thinking that you would die if you continue

- "please don't die on me y/n"

Ace:

- he doesn't really like it but he would be your personal lighter

- "you have to get closer if you want me to light it for you"

Sabo:

-he's just like ace basically

- "want me to light it for you?"

Crocodile:

- he will maybe let you get a few puffs of his cigar but that's it

- "only a puff, we don't want you to get addicted"

Smoker:

- you can maybe get a bit from one of his cigars

- "just one, but that's it"

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jinxed-lemon · 2 months

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Part 2 to my original post of Mean Siblings Unbreakable Bond because it’s funny writing them:

Whenever they play an outdoor game like Hide and Seek or Tag, it’s a battle to the death to achieve victory. Sonic usually wins the most bc he’s the fastest, so the one ace in his sleeve that Tails learned to pull is the waterworks. Sonic find him during hide and seek? Tears. Sonic is close to tagging him? Tails will fall down and pretend to get hurt and start sobbing. Sonic falls for it every time.

Doing laundry? They make it last for hours on end bc they’ll literally take each others stuff out of the wash mid cycle to out their own in. It pisses the other off so much to the point where they’re constantly stopping the wash to switch out the clothes. Oh, Sonic is washing his old blue hoodie??? Too bad, Tails yanks it out of the washing machine sopping wet and drops it on the floor with a splat to put his blanket in. They know that they can probably just wash their stuff together but it’s funnier this way.

They’re play fighting and Tails learned to do that infamous leg kick. You know the move you do when you’re cornered on your back? He just starts kicking his legs at full speed and Sonic starts screaming bc it’s nearly impossible to get past that move.

Sonic is eating chips and he has dust all over his hands? He purposely bypasses the numerous napkins they have just to go up to Tails and wipe his hands over his head to have the chip dust fall on top of him. Tails retaliates by shaking the empty chip bag over Sonic’s head.

Tails is an avid coffee drinker and Sonic has tried everything to stop his addiction. So he tries the famous ‘replace the sugar with salt’ trick to mess with him. One morning Tails puts the salt in instead and when he takes a sip Sonic already had that shit eating grin on his face. Tails immediately spits the coffee in his face and Sonic fall to the ground screaming.

Tails take advantage of his shorter height and sneakiness to kneel down and tie Sonic’s shoe laces. He’ll fall face first and before Tails can book it away Sonic will stick his leg out and make his brother fall too.

Their favorite way to embarrass the other is going onto each others social media accounts and changing something about their profile. Tails logs on one day and finds that his profile picture had been changed to an embarrassing photo Sonic took of him one day and PROMISED not to show anyone else. Sonic goes into his Twitter and for some reason there’s hundreds of posts hyping up Eggman and basically talking about how Eggman is the best/greatest, etc. His profile, header- everything is basically changed to pro-Eggman propaganda.

Fans: are you and Eggman friends now???

Sonic: I was hacked I would never say this shit pls you gotta believe me 😭

Tails LOVES bringing up the ‘divorced parents’ story whenever someone asks about the relationship between him and Sonic. Like Sonic is about to explain how Tails is his adoptive brother and Tails immediately interrupts and says, “Yeah, this is my dad. He got custody of me after the divorce and it’s been really hard lately so try to be nice to him ok? :(“

They’re eating out at a diner/restaurant and Sonic looooves secretly telling the waiters that it’s Tail’s birthday so they’ll do that embarrassing thing of coming to their table and singing happy birthday in front of the whole restaurant. Tails is mortified and covers his face every time and Sonic will record the whole thing like a corny parent and say “Oh he’s just a little shy! Smile at the camera Tails!1!!1!! 😁”

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #tails the fox #unbreakable bond

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darlingshane · 5 months

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Salt of the Earth ~ Part 1

Pairing: Michael Berzatto x OFC

Summary: She was Carmy's best friend growing up, and Michael never looked at her as anything other than that until years later when she comes back to Chicago to start over. In the process, she turns his sorry excuse of a life upside down.

Content/Warnings: Friends to lovers, Fluff, Angst, Family Drama, Dysfunctional relationships, Implied/referenced drug addiction, Alcohol mention, Divorce, Pets, Pet names, Dialogue heavy. Undisclosed age gap (in my mind Michael is late 30s and OC is late 20s, but it's really up to your interpretation).

Word Count: 6.8k // 4 chapters // AO3 link.

A/N: This is set in the year of the Fishes episode on season 2. It starts in summer and slowly builds up to that Christmas.

— This was an anon request that I got a few months ago, I hope you're still around. I tried to fit all the ideas you sent as best I could. There's a bit of info dump on the first chapter, but I hope it isn't too off-putting.

Chapter 1: Best thing since sliced bread

Seconds stretch into minutes, minutes elongate into long hours on slow days like this at The Beef. Especially in summer when the air conditioner stops working for the second time in the middle of August. Any living soul that crosses that door must have a dying wish or be the devil themselves to adventure themselves to what has become Michael's personal hell.

It's been a testing year, and there's so much he can do to fix this place right now. While he waits for Fak to come check the damn AC unit, Michael tends the front while Ebra takes his lunch break.

Turning the paper's pages on the counter, he comes across an article about the extensive fires eating different parts of the country. A wretched thought crosses his mind as he reads – maybe it'd be better to burn this place to the ground and start over. He entertains the idea for a second until the door swings open, inviting more heat into the boiling pot.

He lifts his eyes from the words to find a familiar face approaching the counter. It's not Fak, but a much better vision of someone he used to know.

“Mayhem Maya.”

“Magic Mikey.”

That former thought of burning down this place disappears somewhere in the midst of that beautiful aura that saunters with her big brown eyes, long raven hair, nervous smile, and firm steps.

“It's been a while, Maybird.” Almost ten years since she set foot in this establishment. “What brings you to this hole in the wall?”

“Came to collect that meatball sub you promised at uncle Teddy's funeral, remember?”

“Oh, right.”

Ever since she moved to a different state, he only had seen her a handful of times when she came back for the holidays. Last time he saw her was at the beginning of spring, when her uncle, Ted Silva, passed away.

“I also had an interview at the new vet clinic on the next block.” She places her cross-body bag on an empty stool while she perches her ass on the one next to it.

“How's that going? Did you get tired of California already?”

“No, I love California. But I needed a change of scenery. It's been rough after… you know…” the divorce. She wasn't married for long, but she still can't bring herself to say the word.

“I’ve heard some of it.” He’s pretty much aware of how everything went down. Well, he’s got grapevine’s juicy version of the story, but he never heard her side directly.

Though Michael and Maya know each other as if they were related, they were never close confidants. She always thought he was the coolest guy in Chicago. And he always thought fondly of her, given their families association, and Maya’s close friendship with his brother.

Michael places an order for her sandwich and grabs a soda for her, while she explains she has two more job interviews later.

“Does your mother know you're back?” He folds the paper and props his elbows on the counter.

“She probably does.”

“Still not talking, huh?”

“It's not my fault she made me the black sheep of the family. She’s like vitriol on steroids.”

“Yeah? What happened at the wake? You left before I could say goodbye.”

Michael recalls the tension at the funeral, particularly at the wake when Angela Silva grabbed Maya by the elbow and took her youngest daughter outside the house as if she was still a child that needed to be scolded.

“Nothing. I barely said a word that day. Guess everything I do feels like a personal attack to her. I can admit that I'm not perfect, and that sometimes I've acted up just to get a reaction out of her, but that day she just went off again…” She pauses without finishing that thought to take a refreshing sip of her coke. “And that wasn't nearly as bad as the day I told her I was getting…”

“Divorced? Why can't you say the word? It's not Voldemort.”

“What the hell do you know about Voldemort?”

“How do I… Who took you and Carmy to buy those damn books? Have you forgotten?” Maya shakes her head. “You even tried many times invoking his name, so I was haunted by eaters or something like that. You two were real potterheads.”

“And you were just a pothead,” she laughs, stirring the ice cubes in her drink with a straw. “I totally blocked that out. We were just a couple of nerds.”

“I’d say!”

“Meatball sub!” Richie calls from the pass-through window and takes a second look when catching Maya in the joint. “Maya Papaya?!”

“Please, don’t call me that.” She scoffs while Richie promptly abandons the kitchen and goes around the counter to give her a welcoming hug.

“Did you know she was coming?” He asks Michael, as he props his ass on the bar.

“Had no idea. She just showed up.”

“Did you tell her about Carmy?”

“What about him?”

“He’s in Copenhagen.”

“Oh, I knew about that.”

“You two talk often?”

“Sometimes, I guess.” Barely more likely. They don't even text anymore. She's tried but there's been nothing but crickets at his end for months.

While Richie grills her about Carmy and what she’s been up to, Michael can’t help but look around the shop to notice, from every corner and wall, memories bouncing all at once in his direction. It takes him back in time to those days when she and Carmy were as thick as thieves.

Their shared history goes back to that same street their families have lived on for over thirty years… It’s still clear in his mind, like it was yesterday, when he was forced to babysit them when they wanted to go to the movies or trick-or-treating or the bookstore. That was a little annoying back then, now he fondly remembers all those times in summer, when they’d go to the convenience store to get ice pops on their bikes. Then they’d ride back and sit in the middle of the swanky rug in their living room and watch TV for hours. More than once they were yelled at by Mama Berzatto when she would come home to find melted colorful stains in the fabric. She would lose her shit. Carmy was used to it. Maya wasn’t, but the girl never flinched once cause Donna and her own mother were cut from the same unstable piece of cloth.

Maya and Carmy were really close up until they went separate ways for college. Their bond was something to admire. They had something so special that inevitably, Carmy fell in love with her. She was his best friend and confident. They kept each other's secrets, and Carmy thought she'd feel the same in return. It wasn't a crazy notion. They spent so much time together, everyone thought it'd lead to something more, but that never happened.

Mikey and Richie used to tease the youngest cub relentlessly. They tried multiple times to encourage him to ask her out, but he never found the guts to do it. Especially if it could potentially end their friendship. Carmy didn't want to lose that. Though he never confessed his feelings, Maya always knew. Even in her teens, call it a woman’s intuition, part of her already knew. Maya wished she'd felt the same toward him, but the heart wants what it wants, and she couldn't change that.

What was really fucked up was that she had the most ridiculous crush on the older Berzatto when she was a teen. While she knew he'd never look at her as anything other than Carmy's annoying little friend, that didn't stop her from daydreaming about it for years. It was a secret that no one ever knew and that was placed in a drawer at the back of her mind after she left Chicago.

After graduating, Maya and Carmy stayed in touch for a long time, until their calls and texts became less frequent. They followed different dreams that required a lot of attention and sadly their friendship got hurt in the process.

While she attended Vet School on the west coast, he became a chef on the east.

Maya thrived at school and work. She really went out on her own, and became the woman she always wanted to be. Unsheltered, confident, outspoken. She outgrew her shell and opened herself to new experiences and people. She loved it all. It wasn’t smooth sailing, but for the most part she was pretty happy with her choices.

And now she's back in Chicago, set on a new path and awaiting to see where it takes her.

She’s living in a house in Oak Park with her dog, Coco; Richie fishes out of her. Apparently, she got some money from uncle Teddy, and she’s invested it in a home for her and her beloved staffy.

“Does Carmy know you’re here?” Richie circles back.

“No, I haven't talked to him in months.”

“Why? Did you two have a fall-out or something?”

“There's no why. We're just busy.”

“Mike, help me out here. Weren’t these two fools supposed to get married?”

“Yeah, everyone thought you'd ended up together.”

“Man, I don't know what to tell you, we just didn't,” her head sinks between her shoulders.

“Just get over yourself and hit him up. The kid has been hung up on you since forever. It looks like things didn’t go so well with your marriage and all. You should take that as a sign, you’d never find anyone better than Carmy. The boy could really use some excitement in his life. And so could you.”

“C’mon, leave her alone. Go back to work, Cousin.”

Michael throws her a lifeline, noticing how miserable she looks every time Richie opens his unfiltered mouth.

“He’s not wrong, you know? You and Carmy… it looked like you two had something special.” Michael offers once Richie is back in the kitchen.

“It’s called friendship. You should look it up.” She points out.

“I have Richie.”

“Exactly. You have Richie. Why don't you two marry the other and leave me alone? If you think about it, you were as close to Richie as I was with Carmy. Even more. Should everyone assume you are in love with him? Cause that's what you're implying.”

“Touché. I'll drop it.”

“Look, as hard as it is to believe, there was nothing else between us. I was aware he felt something for me, but I didn’t feel the same.”

“You should give him a chance sometime. He might surprise you.”

It’s not the first time these two have been trying to play matchmaker between Maya and Carmy, and it’s bizarre to see they still do at any given opportunity.

“Okay, if I give Carmy a chance, you have to give Richie a chance. Those are the rules, Berzatto.”

“Oh, I've tried. He's not into me,” he remarks, amused, and leans closer to confess something in a lower voice. “Do you wanna know a secret?”

“Uh, sure.”

“He and Tiffany are having a baby. He just told me a few days ago.”

“What? You let him reproduce? I'll pray for Tiff.”

Chapter 2: Cool as a cucumber

Everything falls slowly into place as Maya settles back in Chicago. She secures the job at the clinic near The Beef, which is a huge relief after her rushed decision of moving back to her hometown without securing a job first. It was part of the plan all along to practice what she loves but never thought this would be the year. As much as she loved California, once her divorce was finalized she felt like something was trapping her there. And the money she got from her uncle gave her some leeway to improvise, get away from all that, and start over.

Maya is spending her morning going through the stack of unpacked boxes, finding a good place for everything, making it feel more homey. It's not a big house, but spacious enough for the two of them. The big selling point was the backyard for Coco to zoom around and cool down in her wading pool, which she loves. It didn't take long for the five-year-old pup to get used to her new neighborhood. They've even made a couple of friends at the park nearby.

A moment before the doorbell rings, Coco whines from her spot by the window, where she often sits to watch passers in the street.

“Who is it?” Maya playfully asks her dog as she makes her way to the front door.

Through the peephole, she sees Michael's profile as he inspects the porch.

“Hi,” her eyes widen as she opens the door. “Didn't know you were coming.”

“Yeah, I would've called, but I didn't get your number the other day.” But he got her address from Richie's intense questioning when she visited the shop.

“I knocked on two different houses until I got the right one,” he explains as Coco curiously circles around his feet, sniffing his pants, hitting his crotch with her nose in the process.

“No, Coco. Sit. How many times have we talked about no nut-tapping?” Maya glances at her with amusement as the dog sits on her haunches.

“It’s fine,” he snorts. “All dogs do that.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. But she’s not any other dog. I thought I had taught her better. So what brings you here?”

“This.” He offers the paper bag hanging in his hand. “It's just a little house-warming gift.”

“You didn't have to.” As she takes the bag from his hand she ushers him inside before closing the door.

“It's nothing, really.”

He glances around as Maya takes out the box from the bag.

“Wow, a set of knives? That's not nothing.”

“Everyone needs one good set of knives. But you can exchange them for something else if you want.”

“No. I like these. But I gotta warn you that I'm not much of a cook, and I'll probably use the same one for everything.”

“That's fine I can show you sometime though. Is she friendly? ” He points at the dog that keeps staring at him. “Can I pet her?”

“Yeah, she loves everyone. Go ahead.”

Michael cautiously pets the brown coat of her head as her floppy ears lower at the passing of his hand.

“Never pictured you with a pit bull.”

“Me neither. I always thought I'd be a cat lady. But I met her at this adoption drive when she was one, and she stole my heart.”

“I can see why.” Michael crouches down, and pets Coco with both hands. “She's really sweet.”

He lets her lick his chin a couple of times before standing back on his feet. Then they go on a tour around the house.

“It's still a work in progress. I'm thinking of painting a few walls, but we like it so far.”

“Yeah, it has good bones.”

“So you don't have to work today?” Asks Maya.

“No, we've had some trouble with the gas line, and we've been shut down for a couple of days.”

“That sucks. Now where am I going to get my sandwiches and coffee on my way to work?”

“Heard Starbucks is pretty good.”

“Shut up. Don't even joke about that.” She playfully shoves his shoulder as they go back to the living room.

“Are you doing something later?”

She shakes her head. “Why?”

“I don't know, thought you were having a comeback party or something.”

“I don't really have any friends here. And I don't feel like inviting my family yet. As you can see, I still have a lot to unpack.”

“Physically or mentally speaking?”

“Both,” she scoffs.

“Let's do something then? Just you and me. We could grab some pizza, or go out for a drink for old times’ sake?”

“Old times’ sake?” It's amusing, surprising and confusing his sudden interest in her. Maybe he can see how pathetic she thinks she is, and he's taking pity on her. Although, that was never Michael style.

“Yeah, c'mon, Mayhem. You look like you could use some fun.” He picks up a book that's sitting on top from the box opened by the couch that's titled — Dating Again with Courage and Confidence: The Five-Step Plan to Revitalize Your Love Life after Heartbreak, Breakup, or Divorce. “And maybe a rebound or something. You don't need a fucking help book. You only need me to show where to get the best guys, or girls. Whatever you're into.”

“Give me that. I don't need a rebound, a help book, or you for all matter finding me a date.”

“No? Then why do you have that?”

“My friend Paige thought I should give it a try.”

“Maybe she was onto something there.”

“I'm perfectly fine. Just want to finish organizing everything, focus on work and this handful I have right here.” Her hand gestures at Coco. “What are you so interested in my love life anyway? First you try to play matchmaker with Carmy, and now you want me to do what, exactly? Hook up with the first guy I see?”

“No, I'm just asking you to go out and have some fun. I know Carmy was the only friend you had here. And if I was in your shoes, I'd feel pretty lonely.”

“I'm not lonely, Michael. Do I miss my friends in Sacramento? Sure,” she admits. “But I don't wanna force anything. I'm just taking it slow. When the time comes I'll jump right in but for now, this is all I need. Really. Stop pitying me.”

“I'm not pitying you, sweetheart.”

“No? Then what is it? Where is this coming from?”

“I don't know… I've always thought you were the salt of the earth. And though we never really hung out together, I thought you could use… But I can see now that you're different, and that you know what you need right now, so I'll just shut up and back off. Let you do your thing.”

“Thank you. I do know what I'm doing, by the way. You don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine. But I appreciate you coming here anyway.”

“Yeah, of course. And I can help you unpack if you need.”

“Hm, if you don't have anything better to do, be my guest. We could grab a pizza later, if the offer still stands. Or just order some food.”

“Sure.”

Michael helps Maya unpack all the boxes and put everything in place in half the time it'd have taken her alone. They order some food for lunch and spend half the day talking and laughing until late in the afternoon when they decide to go out for some drinks to keep the good vibes going.

At the end of the night, she offers to drive Michael back to his apartment as a thank you for inviting her.

“Did you have fun?” Michael asks from the passenger seat as she pulls up in front of his building.

“Yeah, I did. I'm glad I changed my mind.”

“Me too. I didn't know you were this fun. You're nothing like I remember.”

“Yeah, I was kind of weird growing up. You guys probably thought there was something wrong with me. ”

“Nah, don't be so hard on yourself. We were all weird in our own way.”

“Uh-uh. No Michael Berzatto. You were the coolest guy back in the day, and you still are.”

“I don’t know about that,” he scoffs. “For the record… I never thought there was anything wrong with you.”

“You were probably the only one… Anyway, thank you for today. I know I said I didn't need this, but I guess I did.”

“You're welcome, Maybird. I'm glad you’re back.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Thanks for bringing me home,” he softly squeezes her arm before reaching for the handle to open the door.

“No problem.”

“You know you can call me if you ever miss your friends, y’know?” he throws casually.

“I uh…sure. I will.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” she echoes back as he pulls the handle and the door opens.

“Have a good night, Michael,” she says as he gets one foot on the pavement.

“You, too, sweetheart.”

He closes the door and vaguely waves as she sets the car in motion and watches her drive away.

Chapter 3: Don't cry over spilled milk

In the few weeks he's been spending time with Maya, Michael has found himself enjoying her company more than he'd like to admit. Being with her grounds him. She makes him forget for a little while all that's wrong in his life. She's like a beacon in that immerse darkness that his sorry existence has become. Despite having her own set of problems, he's watched her rise above all that with poise. He wonders what it's her secret to her steadfast determination, even when her own family has disavowed her.

After closing shop, he dives into his stash to tame that brewing headache before driving to Oak Park to pay her a visit. She told him earlier via text that she was at Home Depot buying some paint to update the color of her bedroom and asked him to come over to hang out after work.

For some reason, he couldn't say no. Not even the storm in his head is strong enough to deny her request. He has a pull on him, tugging him hard like a dog tied to a leash in her hand, he can’t help but follow her lead.

When he arrives at her house, she's halfway done. Two of the walls shine bright new in a lavender tone as she starts working on the next one.

After having beer and playing a tug of war game with his new friend, Coco, Michael offers his help to finish painting the walls. He uses a brush to paint the corners, while she gracefully uses a roller like a pro with her denim overalls over a tank top, and her raven hair pulled up in a ponytail sprinkled with lavender paint beads. When she lifts one of her arms, he catches a glimpse of a tattoo on the side of her rib cage, leveled to the roundness of her chest that looks like the outline of a dog paw.

“What are you looking at?” She asks after catching him staring.

“You have paint on your chin.”

“Oh.” She wipes it with the back of her hand, but she just spreads the stain along her jaw. “I made it worse, didn't I?”

“Yeah.”

She shrugs it off and continues with the task ahead until the whole wall is covered.

“Is everything okay, Bear?” Maya puts down the paint roller. “You're quieter than usual.”

“Yeah, everything's alright.” It sounds so honest, he almost believes it. “It's just been a long day.”

“I'm sorry that I put you to work.”

“Don't be. This is relaxing.”

“Yeah?” She takes a step back and surveys how much brighter her bedroom looks already after covering most of the former downcast grey. “Is the color right? Do you think it's too girlish?”

Giving the room a once over he says, “it's a good shade. I dig it. It doesn't matter what I think or if it's too girlish, as long as you like it. Do you like it?”

“Yeah. I do.”

She dips the roller on the tray to cover another section of the wall.

“You never told me what happened at the funeral with your mom,” Michael leans on the stepladder, taking a short break.

“Do you really wanna know?” She glances over her shoulder.

“Yeah. Everyone does. I’ve heard some crazy stories about it. Thought I should get it straight from the source.”

“I never pegged you for a gossip girl.”

“I’m not. I’m just making conversation.”

She mockingly narrows her eyes, drawing a lopsided smirk, “liar.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna. But yeah, can’t help being a little curious about it.”

“I don’t mind telling you, but it won’t be as entertaining as those crazy stories people have made up.”

“I’m not here for entertainment. I just wanna hear your side of the story, Maybird.”

Maya lets out a heavy sigh and while keeping her focus on the wall she shares with him what really happened. She’s right to say that is not the best story she’s ever told, though when it comes to her mother, all her stories tend to have a surreal element even she can’t fathom sometimes.

That day at the funeral, she was taken outside during the wake by Angela Silva to get scolded about her imminent divorce. It wasn’t finalized by then, and her mom invoked one last Hail Mary to convince her to stay with her husband, who was also currently dating someone else. It was a messy situation that Maya couldn't wait to get out of, and the fact that her mother never offered an ounce of support wasn’t surprising, but still devastating. Somehow, Angela found that the reason for her separation from her husband was that Maya didn’t want to have kids, and that really vexed Angela. All she wanted for her three kids was to follow the same traditional path Angela was forced into, no matter how miserable she was. Her two older sisters followed her mother’s narrowed traditional values. But Maya, ever-the-nonconformist, swore she would never follow anyone’s drum beat but her own. Her husband thought she’d change her mind eventually. He was wrong. She knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, which led her here, to this moment.

“Is your mom ever happy?” Michael has always wondered.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her happy, except when she’s drunk. That’s why she has to make everyone else miserable.”

“Yeah, but she’s always had a fixation on making you miserable.”

“Like I said, every family needs a black sheep, and I’m it.”

“Is that why you became a vet?”

“Yeah, probably.”

“So, it's true, you don’t wanna have kids? I’m not judging. I’m just curious.”

“I honestly don't know. I just knew that when he told me he wanted to have a baby right away, it didn’t feel right. I said that maybe in six or seven years I’d be okay with it. Told him I wanted to travel and just be us for a while, and he said that was too long to wait. I don’t know… he stopped talking to me, and it was clear that he wasn’t changing his mind, and I wasn’t changing my mind, so. At some point I got tired of trying… He got a girlfriend as soon as I filed for divorce and I got a text from Paige the other day that said he got her already pregnant, like… that was never me. I guess it served me right… I married him on a whim, an impulse without really talking about what we wanted…”

“Hey, don’t feel sorry for yourself. You dodged a bullet there.”

“You really think that?.”

“Yeah, I do. You stood up for yourself and knew when to step back when it didn’t feel right. Not everyone has the balls to do that. Think how miserable you’d be by now if you had tried to please him or your mom. You seem happy now. That's what matters.” He means that with all his heart, and wishes he had the same drive to follow those same steps. As much as he loved the restaurant, he chose to run it to please people within his family. And that love turned into a nightmare he couldn't escape.

“You know… I liked you better when you were quiet,” she quips.

Michael huffs a soft laugh, picking up his brush to resume painting.

When the room is finished, she plugs a couple of fans and closes the door to keep Coco away.

Maya washes her hands and face in the bathroom sink. When she comes out, she catches the motion of Michael's arm as he shoves what looks like a pill into his mouth before taking a gulp of water from one of her glasses.

“What was that? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. It's just a headache,” looking down, he runs a palm over his short growing beard.

“Is it the fumes?”

“No, I had it before coming here.”

“Michael,” she sighs softly at his name. “You should've told me. I wouldn't have let you help if I knew.”

“Would you stop that? I wanted to help.”

“Okay, c'mere. Let's sit down.”

“No, I think I should get going.”

“Nonsense. I'm not going to let you drive until you feel better.”

He yields with a long exhale, and follows Maya into the living room, where her bed is settled askew in the middle of the space.

She takes a seat on the edge of the mattress and waits for him to sit next to her.

“Give me your hand,” she shows her palm up, as his eyes narrow. “C'mon, don't be a baby, give me your hand, Berzatto.”

“When did you become so bossy?” He slowly lifts his hand and as he lays it on top of her palm, his fingers tremble upon contact with her skin. Maya then uses her opposite hand to clip the webbing between his thumb and pointer fingers with her own and begins massaging that spot.

“My friend Sierra is really into acupressure. She says this is a pressure point that helps with headaches.” She explains while slowly increasing the force. “Does it hurt?”

“Not one bit. Is that like acupuncture?” His voice comes as a whisper as he focuses on her diligent fingers.

“Kinda. I think. I’m not really sure.”

“You don't have to fix me, you know?”

“I'm not trying to fix you, Bear. I just wanna make you feel better.”

“Admit it. You just love a good wounded animal.”

She smiles softly, placing his hand down on his knee and picking up the other. “Does it feel any different?”

He’s not really sure, it wasn’t truly a headache that led them to take that pill but the annoying rambling of his thoughts. She shouldn’t have seen that. And he shouldn’t have lied. But having her hands on his like this is straight up lovely. Inside of him, it truly feels like something is broken, wounded, and missing, and this is giving him a sliver of relief as he waits for the pill to kick in. If he was a better man, he’d tell her the truth. But he’s too far gone for saving. All he can do is keep that facade up.

“Does it?” She insists after not getting an answer.

“A little.”

“Do you wanna lay down?”

Swallowing, he responds with a nod, and they both lean back on the mattress at the same time. Looking at the ceiling, she keeps kneading that pressure point, unsure if she’s even doing it right.

They stay in comfortable silence for a good five minutes and when she finally places his hand down, Maya glances to the side and sees that his eyes have closed, and his chest gently rising and falling. She calls his name softly, but she can see that behind the sharp edges of his face and the ever-growing shade of his beard, he’s truly exhausted, so she doesn’t insist. She extends her hand to turn off the lamp, and curls on the other side of the bed without disturbing his sleep.

“Good night,” she says softly and closes her eyes.

From a dusty corner of her mind comes crawling that little forgotten part that used to harbor a lot of feelings for Michael. Though a few weeks ago he seemed practically the same Michael she knew, over the past month she’s keenly noticed little changes here and there. His eyes sometimes cast a dark shade tainted in nothing but sadness, it’s barely noticeable for other people. It comes and goes, but it tells her he’s not truly as happy as he pretends to be.

Michael wakes up disoriented at the crack of dawn.

It takes him a few seconds to remember he’s still in Mayas’ bed in the middle of her living room and that the weight that has his arm pinned is her body pressed against his. She’s warmly snuggled on his side, with her arms tucked between his chest and hers, and a peaceful expression on her beautiful face. She’s so awfully close, he can smell the scent of her hair, and feel the heat of her breath every time she exhales.

It's such an odd moment for him to have her that close. He's unsure of whether it would be better to slip out of bed unnoticed before she wakes up, or just stay there and watch her sleep for a bit longer. Either option would make him look like a creep, he thinks. So he opts to gently wake her up. His free hand reaches to his forehead to move a stand of hair away. Her brow scrunches as his light-feather touch grazes her skin. His lips curve up as he traces the shell of her ear to see her stir awake. She blinks slowly a couple of times until her focus shifts onto him.

“Hey, Maybird.”

“Hey.” Her lips move, it's barely audible.

“Sorry, I fell asleep.” His fingers absentmindedly massage her earlobe.

She's so stunned by waking up to that level of intimacy, she simply nods, as her mouth softly draws a smile.

“It's fine. Does your head feel better?”

“Much better. That pressure thing really worked.”

“I'm glad.”

“Listen, I gotta go open. Maybe we could do something later?”

“Okay,” she swallows nervously, hoping that waking up with him like this isn't just a dream. “Can you do me a favor first?”

“Sure.”

“Can you stay five more minutes?”

“I uh… I think I can,” against his better judgment, he decides he can stay for a few minutes more holding her.

The way her lips pull up timidly at the corners, revealing the dimples framing her mouth, completely disarms him. He’s always felt a certain affinity towards her, but being this close to her awakes a longing within that feels dangerous. He can’t bring someone new into his life. Not while everything around him is falling apart. It’s already hard enough having to pretend around other people.

He couldn’t do that to her. He won’t.

Michael will have to fight harder because when her arm tucks around his waist he can’t help but press his lips against her forehead.

Chapter 4: Hard nut to crack

Four months later…

After that initial moment of weakness when he fell asleep on her bed, he fought hard to elude that odd longing that has only grown into a big mass of love toward Maya. To anyone else in the world, a feeling as big as that would be a blessing, especially when it's reciprocated. To Michael, it's a weakness he can't afford right now.

Spending all that time with Maya has been like discovering a whole new planet Michael never thought existed. She's all vast, uncharted territory that fazes him more than it should. Despite his best efforts, he’s fallen into her alluring orbit and can’t find the way out into his own universe.

Far gone is that moody teenager that would mumble a few words here and there. And now there's this tragically stunning woman that looks you directly in the eye, says anything that crosses her mind, and laughs without a care in the world.

Though falling in love with her wouldn’t be completely wrong, it's not quite right either. It fills him with guilt to think about her in that manner. Moreover, it feels like a betrayal to Carmy, who’s far away in a different continent, prospering in his craft.

Michael tries to fool himself into believing that this is just temporary infatuation. He’s even attempted several times to convince her to get in touch with Carmy but hasn’t succeeded. It’d be easier for him if she were to put her focus on someone else instead of him. He has nothing to offer to her and has deemed himself unworthy of her, or anyone for that matter. If she only knew what’s really going on with him, she wouldn’t want Michael nearly as she believes she does.

Layer by layer, she’s tearing all his walls and defenses down. And after all the back and forth, he's absolutely sure she wants more than he can offer her. She’s been giving him the right signals. She doesn't shy away from it. Maya is direct and impulsive, and everything about her is fascinating and intimidating.

It’s time to either cut her loose, or accept that he’s madly in love with her and do something about it.

Amidst coming to terms with a final decision, he's lured into a surprise party she's organized for his birthday.

Michael is left speechless by her determination. And a little annoyed too for reasons he can't explain. To be honest, he’s never been a fan of surprise parties, but the main problem is that this would make things much harder for him to let her down easily. She’s carved herself into his life and the longer he drags this out, the worse this is going to hurt.

He’s aware that it’s selfish and obtuse of him for being that ungrateful that someone who cares that profoundly about him, that they would go all out to prove that. He feels like an asshole, but the train has already left the station.

Using the same tiring self-defense mechanism, he draws his best smile and brings out the Michael everyone seems to love. Not without help. There's always that crutch tucked in his wallet in the form of a pill. Being high numbs him enough to deal with the situation.

The cherry on top comes at the end of the night, when he walks her up to her car and asks if he's had a good time. He lies through his teeth and for the first time, he can tell Maya is not buying it. Perhaps she never did, but he's well-versed on her tells by now, and he can clearly see she's fed up with all the bullshit that comes out of his mouth.

“Look, it's not that I didn't like the party. It's just that I hate surprises, and I was exhausted today. But it was a nice thought, sweetheart. I just… I wasn't in the right mood.” It's seemingly convincing the second time around, but her face shows nothing but regret. “I love the jacket you bought me, though.”

Michael has never been interested in fashion, but he's always loved vintage jackets, and the one she picked it's a perfect addition to his collection. It's a bomber jacket, aviator style, in brown leather with a couple of patches and fur collar.

As they reach Maya's car, they come to a stop. She turns to him, “I know I can be a little too much sometimes. But I promise no more surprises from now on.”

“You and I both know, you won’t be able to keep that promise even if your life depended on it. That's part of what makes you– you, sweetheart. Don’t let my bad mood ruin that.”

“I’ll try.”

After a beat, without hesitation she leans in to leave a goodnight kiss on his bearded cheek and on a whim, she decides to press a second one on his lips.

It takes him completely aback. He wants to dive so badly into her mouth, but he freezes on the spot. And when Maya attempts to deepen the kiss, he finally reacts by placing a placating hand on her shoulder as he pulls his head back.

“I'm… I'm sorry we can't do this, Maya.”

“Wait, I thought… Did I misread something?”

“No, you didn’t misread anything. I just can’t do this.”

“Why?”

“I can't.”

“You can't or don’t want to?”

“Guess I don’t want to.”

“Can you at least tell me why? Did I do something wrong?”

“You did nothing wrong, sweetheart.” He wants to spill out the old – it's not you, it's me – excuse, but he refrains. Every thought and action go against every good instinct he's ever had. He hates himself for making her feel insecure. And yet, he can't backtrack now.

“Stop calling me sweetheart. You see how misleading that is?”

“Sorry. I think I gave you the wrong impression.”

Her eyes narrow, and he can see the gears turning for a long moment before opening her mouth.

“I don't think you gave me the wrong impression, Michael. I think you're too chickenshit to admit that there's something between us and, for whatever reason, you're just taking the coward's way out. You've been weird the whole night, especially with me. I just threw a party just for you, the least you can do is tell me why.”

“I didn't ask you to do that. And I don't owe telling you shit! I was trying to let you go easy, but nothing is ever easy with you. So I'll just say it. This, you and me, is never going to happen.”

It sounds ridiculous as it comes out of his mouth, but he stands firm on that statement as her heart breaks in front of him.

In the end, it'd be better for her, he believes.

#michael berzatto x ofc #michael berzatto #the bear #the bear fanfiction #jon bernthal fanfiction #jon bernthal #original character #michael berzatto x reader #angst #fluff #darlingwrites #sorry i used the reader tag #it's the only way to get my fic seen #salt of the earth

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cyberp-1-nk · 1 year

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Hiii! Here is request #1 for Ace and Addict! If you need ideas for these...let me know. I can help! But here's the smutty idea.

So Ace has heats and Addict obviously doesn't since she isn't a demon but imagine she gets gassed with something that gives you the same effects as a heat? (Sort of like a sex pollen thing) Addict teases Ace for his heats and how needy he gets, but imagine Addict having to go through a "heat" of her own...

Initially she was just gonna ignore what happened during her mission but she starts to feel super hot and feverish. She honestly thought she was gonna die until she started to feel painfully aroused. I hc that demons have a really good sense of smell so Ace can tell something is off right when she gets home, but when the effects start to hit her, he realizes what the odd smell was and he is more than happy to help her....

(Take all the time you need and there is no obligation for you to do this...also tysm, you are the best!)

[ A night by the waterfall - Simp Party ]

Synopsis; Ace finding Addict in the forest, by the waterfall

Warnings; (Slight?) Public sex, mentions of heat, and a few grammatical errors.

Tags; @insane-horror-movie-addict

Note; SMUTTTTTTTTTT this is so unholy-- anyways, hope you enjoy!

Word count; 1,733

Ace slowly walked through the moon dappled forest, humming softly to himself trying to calm the feeling of danger. His eyes flicked lightly, turning towards every little sound and movement around him. True, this area had been occupied by only him and Addict because of a mission, but there was an unfamiliar scent that had moved into the forest, a kind of tension that put him on edge. It was advised that he wouldn't travel alone and proxies should travel in pairs just for safety reasons.

Ace, however, was curious of the new scent that moved into the forest, wanting to know just what it was and why it was there. He was far more stealthy than the others of the group, so he figured that he would be able to see what it was that had moved into the forest and get away with no confrontation should it be a threat that he would not be able to deal with on his own.

Easy, right? Well, he thought so, which was part of the reason he was out there.

The other reason was, the scent smelled too much like Addict. But…the smell also had a mixture of something he recognized as, heat? It was almost impossible though, she was human, there was absolutely no way. Right? He needed to find out what was out here.

Ace was approaching a small waterfall and a pool that was connected to it. There were no fish in the water so it was not a hunting ground for anyone, but on occasion it was a nice place to soak in some sunlight or to rest for anyone who was on a mission in this particular area, as it was one of the only places in the forest where the trees thinned and let light in. This seemed to be where the scent was strongest and where the feeling of danger originated from, so as Ace drew closer he made sure to step lightly and avoid disturbing any foliage that may give away his presence.

Ace paused at the tree line, gazing over the slight length of grass towards the pool, feeling slightly concerned that he didn’t see the source of the scent, his hand readied on his weapon, as his hair flickered with the wind, his glowing, magenta eyes gently brushing over the leaves of the bushes he was crouched in.

Ace slowly began to back away from the pool, feeling the danger of the area seem to mount and become far more palpable in the air, now realizing that he shouldn’t be there.

As he turned to flee, he was pinned to the spot by bright brown eyes shining from the shadows and his heart-rate picked up, knowing that this newcomer must be the source of the scent and the tension that has settled over the forest.

He began backing up, away from the eyes that seemed to pierce into him as they slightly narrowed at his retreating figure, the other moving forward as he moved back.

His hand reached his weapon as his feet met with the edge of the pool and the stranger finally came into the light of the moon.

She had long recognizable brown hair that shone in the light, her hair resting over her shoulders paired with bright purple marks that ran on either side of her face. Something unnatural. Something usually only caused by certain types of heats.

His blood ran cold as he looked at Addict, realizing she likely had heat because of the gas she had inhaled during the mission earlier that day. It had no effect on demons, but he completely forgot how much it affected humans. He cockily smirked at her, as he noticed how needy she seemed to be.

"Addict?" Ace's voice fell on deaf ears as the

delirious girl looked up at him with glossy

eyes. He wondered for a moment if she was

seeing him or someone else, as she stared softly into his eyes and gently held his wrist so he could trace his palm. "Aw, needy are we?" Ace teased. Addict's gentle grip suddenly tightened around his wrist, squeezing harder than before as she watched him and let her face contort in discomfort.

"Wh-What's ha-happening to me…?" Addict then growled, letting go of his wrist and pressing on her temples. Addict rolled to her side slightly, her back to him, her entire body breaking further into a cold sweat.

A strong scent came from her that seemed to fog his mind and made the instinct to flee leave him and forced his frantic heart-beat to settle in his chest. Somewhere in his mind, Ace realized that the female above him was likely in a rut period and faintly worried that her scent would trigger his heat season.

Her long brown hair draped down around him as Ace's eyes lightly flicked up at her, eyes slowly moving forward in interest as a deep rumbling growl came from his chest, his eyes becoming a deep red and his irises turning a light magenta. Addict let out a low whimper in response, softer than his had been as a heat seemed to pool in her stomach, forcing Addict's body to relax under the grip of the stronger demon underneath her.

He slightly bore his fangs at her snarling deeply and she responded with a softer moan, feeling his grip tighten around her wrists as he ducked his head down to bite the junction of her neck and shoulder, leaving a clear mark on her otherwise smooth skin, the feeling of his fangs on her neck made her shiver and gasp softly. She grinded on him as he smirked, "Ya know…you're always teasing me for my heats. But look at you, all helpless and cute."

His knee moved from between her legs, instead laying flat on the ground beneath her as the male gripped her pants, easily pulling it down to get more access to her skin.

Addict let out a soft mewling sound as his insatiable mouth trailed down her skin, leaving marks behind as he came to her breasts, licking harshly at the peak of one, hand massaging and pulling at the other almost aggressively. It didn’t bother her to realize that he only had the one arm as he seemed to be doing just fine without it as more mewls tumbled from her parted lips in response to his touch. Everything felt so much more pleasurable to her, the effect was really getting to her head.

With that, he was back to attacking her heated skin, pulling her clothes further from her body as Addict tried to gasp out and respond to him, "P-please…" she didn't care about embarrassment right, she just needed one thing.

Addict finally managed to whimper out as the tips of his sharp nails ran over her soft skin, leaving light marks in their wake as he let out low growls of appreciation as his tongue laved over her sensitive flesh.

“Intoxicating…”

He snarled out softly, as he took a deep breath followed by an equally deep growl, almost seeming like he was starved for Addict as he moved back up her body, quickly pulling off his clothes and pulling open his top, pressing his hips against hers in great need and desire.

“I could practically taste your scent the moment you entered the forest. Did you think you could escape me so easily?”

His voice was rough with lust and desire as he moved his hardened length against her needy heat, Addict was practically shaking in excitement as she let out long moans in response. A deep growl rumbled from his chest as he gripped her arm tightly, pulling her so she was on her hands and knees before him. Ace let out a low hum of approval at her submissive behavior, trailing his hand down her spine as she let out low whines and whimpers, practically begging him to stop teasing her and just take her already. Usually Addict puts up more of a fight..

Addict felt him lay his chest on her back, hand next to hers in a near caging embrace, his teeth worrying at the skin of her neck as he moved his hips against hers. He was growling in a near deafening volume as he harshly thrust into her, forcing a barking yelp to escape her throat and his desire for Addict only mounting as he felt the need to bury himself into her and fill her up with his cum.

He began moving his hips, licking and biting at Addict skin as she moaned, arching her back, giving him a better angle to pound into her. Ace' claws dug into the ground as he only thrusted faster and harder into her, a knot seeming to form deep in her body as she only moaned and yelped louder, the air becoming thick with desire and want, her scent practically driving him crazy.

He could only growl and snarl, inhaling her sweet scent like a drug he couldn’t get enough of as he felt a raging heat filling his body, making him pound wildly into her as he buried his length deeper inside of her tight heat, pushing past her cervix and pounding into her womb. Addict's voice cracked as she moaned and whined sweetly, attempting to meet his thrusts, the knot inside of her only becoming tighter and tighter.

The pleasureful heat seemed to become painful, like a pressure that she desperately needed to be freed from as she whined loudly. Ace let out a low grunt at the feeling of her slick walls tightening around him before he let out a sharp cry, the pressure seeming to release into a tidal wave of pleasure that pulled her into a deep euphoria feeling him release his near burning hot seed into her, filling Addict to the point of overflowing as he continued to piston his hips against hers, drawing out the pleasure before coming to a stop.

Addict was panting and blushing deeply, mouth practically hanging open as she tried to regain her breath before she felt him move again, reigniting the pleasure inside of her as he slowly growled into her ear, voice heavy and husky from pleasure, “You’re not going anywhere. Not now, not later, not ever. Mine…all mine...”

There was a chance she triggered his heat as well..

#simp party #simp party my beloved #addict my beloved #addict and ace hours #creepypasta simp party

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yelenasdiary · 6 months

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I have a request for kb kinktober. Can you do were she talks you through it maybe she has a daddy kink too. Thank you

Such a Good Girl

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Fem! Reader

Summary: Kate shows you just how much she missed you while away on a mission.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men DNI!! Smut, Dom! Kate, Sub! Reader, Oral (Both Receiving), Fingering (Reader Receiving), Nipple Play, Plenty of Hickeys, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Slight Orgasm Control, After Care, Language Warning | 1.1K

AC: Thank you for requesting this, I hope you enjoy it! x

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"Look how pretty you look darling" Kate smiled softly as she leant back and admired her work of hickeys that started from your neck and finished on your inner thighs. She took a moment to take a mental photography, promising herself that she would remember the way you were spread out for her whenever she went on another month-to-month long mission.

"You're such a good girl for daddy, are you ready for another round?" she asked. You finally caught your breath after having three of Kates fingers deep inside your pussy, edging you until you were begging her to let you cum, she loved when you had a stream of tears down your cheeks, following her instructions while moaning her name. It was lucky that Kate had sound proofed her apartment after the first-time you guys had sex, the customers in the pizzeria made noise complaints.

"Yes daddy" you replied with a sweet smile on your lips.

She gently stroked your left cheek before placing a soft kiss on your forehead, "you've got daddy so worked up from how beautiful you sounded before, can you fix that for me sweetheart?"

You nodded instantly at her words causing her to smile once more, "that's my good girl" she added before standing up from the bed and removing her clothes. You sat up, expecting to please her in the same position you always did but the blue-eyed woman stopped you, "lay back for me baby, I want to ride your pretty little face". You did as asked and waited for Kate to hover over you before slowly lowering herself onto your tongue.

"That's it baby, swirl your tongue around daddy's clit" she moaned at the light touch of the tip of your tongue brushing over her clit. You lost your virginity to Kate when you first started dating, she's taught you everything you know so far.

You worked your tongue through her folds, sucking on her clit making her moan for you before she began to rock her hips gently against your tongue. "Fuck baby, you're doing so good! Just like that!" she moaned, groping at her breasts while your tongue worked her closer and closer to her orgasm. You hummed at the taste of her on your tongue, so sweet and addictive, you swore you could lay here for hours just eating her out.

As she grew closer to her release, she began to move her hips a litter faster. Her hands rested on the top of your head with her head thrown back while she moaned at how good you were doing for her.

"Daddy's cumming baby!! Don't stop!" she moaned as she came on your tongue, her thighs carefully squeezing together around your head as she rode out her orgasm. Once she removed herself from your face, she gently stroked your face once more, "that was amazing baby" she whispered before kissing you deeply, humming at the taste of herself on your tongue. "Now daddy's going to treat you for being such a good girl for me" she added as she pulled away.

Her lips kissed your cheek before your neck once more, leaving more hickeys on any unmarked skin on your neck. One of her hands worked its way down your body, two fingers slid through your folds making you moan softly when she gently began to rub soft circles around your clit.

"Daddy!" you moaned, "need you, please!" you added.

Kate leant back and looked at you, her fingers still toying with your clit, "what do you need baby?" she asked, watching the way you slightly squirmed at her touch.

"Y-your lips!" you replied followed by a moan, "please daddy" you added.

"Of course, baby" she smiled softly before her lips connected with your skin once more, kissing the valley between your breasts before taking your left nipple into her mouth and lightly biting the hardened bub.

She paid your right nipple the same attention before kissing down your body once more, stopping at your clit. "You're so wet baby, is all this for daddy?" she looked up at you with a proud smirk, you nodded, "all for you daddy" you replied.

Kate wasted no time guiding her tongue through your folds, your eyes closing almost instantly at the pleasure. "Mmm, god you taste so sweet, my sweet baby girl" she commented before diving into your pussy once more. The tip of her tongue dipped in and out of your hole making your moans slightly louder, she couldn't help herself after hearing those and slowly slid two fingers inside you.

"Daddy! Feels so good!!" you moaned, your hands coming to rest on the top of her head, fingers running through her long dark hair. Her tongue swirled around your clit before she would suck lightly on the bundle of nerves while her fingers thrust in and out of your pussy.

She began to thrust her fingers deeper, loving the way your pussy clenched around them while her tongue continued to toy with your clit, "you're such a good girl baby, can you hold it for me? Just for a little longer" Kate asked as she looked up at you, your head thrown back while your lungs filled the room with moans. You barely could nod in reply, but you somehow managed it, "that's it baby" Kate replied when you unknowingly began to grind your clit against her tongue, taking her fingers deeper.

Kate knew when you were on edge, the way your walls clenched around her fingers tighter with every thrust. "Daddy! Please!" you moaned; your fists full of Kate's dark hair. "Be a good girl baby, you can cum" Kate replied, pausing her actions for that brief moment. Your legs shook as you came on her tongue, your hands pushing her head forward into your pussy as if she could get her tongue any closer to your pussy.

Kate held you close while you worked up some energy, she whispered sweet nothings into your ear while kissing your cheek here and there. "I'll be back darling; I'm going to run you a nice warm bath with some muscle relaxants" she spoke softly before sliding her arm out from under you.

She made you the perfect bath, bubbles, candles, the temperature was perfect, you laid with your back against Kate while her she used the sponge to gently wash what she could within arm's reach, she loved taking care of you in any and every way possible. She placed soft kisses on your shoulder, neck and cheek while she cleaned you up. When she felt you drifting off to sleep, she woke you gently before she would hop out, wrap you in a towel and take you back to the bedroom where she helped you get into fresh pjs and got you into bed.

"Get some sleep baby, I'll be back in a moment" she whispered as she softly kissed your lips before leaving to get you a bottle of water for later.

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justyouraverageficwriter · 1 year

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Watch Me, Want Me

Yeji x M reader

Genre: Smut, Handjob, Self-gratification

WC: 3111 Words

A/N: I thought this will be another BFH fic but the idea evolved it something different. This may be the end of my break too. Enjoy!

You feel it again,-the same way you felt it countless times before. The air conditioning is fully working, well maybe less effective as you left the door ajar; but still the cold air circulates just fine. But you feel hot, and something down there starts to give you discomfort. It’s becoming a routine now, call it a vice even as it starts to become addicting. It’s the wee hours and the place is silently still, except for the music occasionally playing out of your phone set two clicks up from being completely muted; and the ever loud ticking of the mechanical clock someone gifted to you for your birthday.

She’s just mesmerizing, the way she moves her body. The complete control, the sharp movements in contrast with the elegant rolls, her expression as she performs even in the smallest of stages. She's born to sing and dance, to perform, to entertain. She's an idol, an ace, and she absolutely makes sure your eyes won't leave her once you notice her; a task she does so easily and quite possibly really naturally.

You adjust yourself in a more comfortable position, an indication that you’re sucked into the content you are consuming. Is it the way she sways her hips? Is it the outfit she wears? Is it the belly button beautifully drawn in the middle of her perfectly toned midriff? Or is it the eyes? Yes, perhaps it’s her eyes - ever captivating, quite the charmer.

She is your favorite, and maybe always will be. She stood out to you the most, appealing to your highly set standards. Not that her four sister-members don’t meet the criteria, they all give Venus a run for her money themselves -yet it’s her that your eyes are glued into, it’s her that makes your mouth drool. You are hooked, like a fish at the end of the anglers line, hopeless despite the struggle (although it looks like you already gave up the fight before it even started.) And then you landed on it, on arguably your favorite photo of her - well it’s really hard to say for a fact that it is since you always said that to every single one saved on your phone’s gallery. But the world can forgive you, she is just irresistible.

“Ah fuck it! You are making me do this again, Yeji.” Words that mean you succumb again. The uncomfortable feeling is now getting really hard to ignore. You got it, an itch that needs more than just scratching; in fact it needs rubbing, or preferably stroking. There she is, looking straight at you on the other side of the screen, as if she’s begging you to do it, urging you to give in to the desire. All the while those eyes are silently judging, fixed on you until the oblivion, to the point that you could almost hear her call you pathetic for being so easy to seduce, for being such a softie, when in fact you are hard; literally hard for that sinful red top and that chain around her little waist.

Guess it's obvious now, the thing that you are currently doing. Self gratification, a fancy name for a sinful deed, maybe indulgence is a better word but you digress. There's a certain level of satisfaction when you freed your aching shaft from the confines of your underwear, and a moan to boot when you finally wrapped your hand around it. You know you're not the only one doing this, you're sure that someone somewhere on the planet is doing the same thing as you, at the same time as you, and probably on the same Yeji pictures and video clips you have. On that thought, you think that it's a race but the catch is the one who reaches the finish line last wins.

"Damn Yeji. You're so sexy, baby." You talk to her like she can hear you, and perhaps in your imagination she really can; even the sky is not the limit in the world that is on your head, especially if it’s filled with lust. “You know I would do things to that navel of yours.” The strokes start to become uneven, your breaths ragged and short, as if the air you release are immediately sucked back into your lungs. In your mind you are pleasing her, as much as she is pleasing you right now, or maybe even more. Legs spreading apart further and further as you slowly slip into the highs of fap (weirdly enough in the boner fueled mind of yours slip and high make so much sense). Eyes closed and mouth open to anticipate the resolution, the end, the climax.

“Hey, is that me?” An unexpected voice is heard, coming out of the left field. Yet it is familiar, and not to mention sexy as fuck. There is a hint of tease in her tone, her usual chaff and banter; she got all the reason to poke fun at you for she caught you red handed, with hands on your throbbing prick.

“What are you doing here?” Confused, and your eyes are still adjusting to the sudden flooding of light to your senses. You sound so confident, as if the whole scene is a normal thing. Although, you ponder that there’s nothing to be worried about, it’s not like you are jerking off to someone else.

“I’m your girlfriend, mister. I have every right to be at your apartment.” Yeji waltz inside your room like it’s hers, and maybe it is now given how familiar and at home she is navigating the space. She did not address the current state of affairs, aside from the question that she threw in your lap that is. Yeji peels off her shirt, and then her pants leaving her in her sports underwear. Of course it’s not new to you, you have spent so many sexy nights together. Although you’d be lying if you say that her body did not have any effect on you just because you have seen it countless times before, she can make you really naughty with just her photo; what more if you can see her in the flesh.

“You haven’t answered my question yet, babe.” She takes her place next to you, sliding in the bed naturally as you scoot over. Yeji lies on her side, purposely flexing her mouth watering body, all toned without any trace of fat; not that you will complain if there is, she'll be perfect just the same. She looks amused, although you are quite sure that she is, looking at you with her cat eyes. That's what everyone is calling it, but you beg to differ, you just want to call her Yeji's eyes for you haven’t seen anything the same, yeah it's boring and quite special at the same time.

She reaches out for your phone, in her quest to know the answer of her inquiry, she didn't even bother to wait for your reply. You can't blame her though, you have failed to answer the first time it was asked. The phone has been set to sleep now and was locked but that's really not a problem, what did you really expect, she's your girlfriend. Yeji's lips curl into a smile as your phone resumes to the things you are watching. She rolls her eyes and passes the phone back to your hands acting all unimpressed. "Oh would you look at that, resort to fapping because his girl has a concert, huh?"

"Do you prefer that I fap to someone else?" Your relationship is a constant battle of wits and control, both of you like to banter and tease each other out.

Yeji moves closer, until you can feel her breath on your ears. The hot air from her mouth in contrast to the cold air of the room gives you a tingling sensation across your whole body. For sure, she's doing it on purpose. "I don't think you want to, you're a little obsessed over me."

"Confident, are we?" You love the confidence in her voice, the fact notwithstanding is that she is wrong, that you also do it to the members of her senior group; but it's a secret you intend to keep for yourself, since you do it all in good fun.

Yeji suddenly nuzzles the side of your neck. "Mhmm, especially when I'm doing this." Her hands found her way to the base of your dick, still hard and growing harder. You bet it's smoldering to the touch, as the temperature rises again inside you. You let out a much louder moan than the one you had earlier; maybe because someone is doing it for you, and not just someone, it's the woman you’ve been lusting ever since you’ve laid eyes upon her. She’s a natural with her ways with you, gentle hands but firm grip, and the sultry voice, damn her sultry voice -you don’t know how many times you got a hard on because of it when you’re flirting right when you wake up next to her. Yeji pushes you to lean on your side, and she quickly presses her body on your back, hooking her chin on your exposed shoulder.

“It feels so good, babe.” Both of you have never been shy to let each other know what you feel, a little dirty talk gets off you and Yeji so much that it leads to the sexiest moments most of the time.

“I know! You are so hard.” She whispers in your ear seductively, all the while her tongue naughtily nibbles on your ear and shoulders, adding to things that make you sensitive. She strokes twice at every tick of the clock, -the backstory of why she bought it for you. Yeji loves the rhythm of things, maybe it’s second nature to her being in the music industry. And all that translates to the sexual things you do, and having a loud clock helps a lot; at the expense of your sleep that is(however you have grown accustomed to it now).

“What are you doing? Do you not want to look at my photos, babe?” It’s not the first time she’s jerking you off, but it will be the first time that she will while you look at her videos and images. And fuck that’s an idea you find really hot, an idea you would not want to say no. You produce your phone quickly again and start to scroll to the sexiest ones you have. It’s getting hard to focus though, you just want to close your eyes and feel her hands pumping you.

"Fuck Yeji, you're gonna make me cum." With that warning,Yeji rubs the tip of your cock and spreads the pre cum all over. There's a jolt of pleasure that makes your body shiver. You can hear her smirk at your back. Of course you stoke the fire, you're showing weakness to her touches; and of course she feeds off of it.

"I really love it when you are so horny for me, so weak and fragile, so opposite from the normal you. I love it when you lose control." Every single word from her pretty naughty mouth is like fuel to the flames of lust. Thankfully or perhaps cruelly, she slows down her pace and allows you to relax.

She clears her throat, possibly because she wants your attention. There's no need to though to be completely honest, she has all the attention you can possibly give; although mostly to what her hands are doing. "Show me your favorite photo to jerk off on, babe." In an instant you show her the picture that made you start the risqué act, it is a full circle moment. "Can't blame you, I look so hot in that." You can clearly see her smirk, like you have eyes on the back of your head.

Ever the competitive, you want to get back on her, you want to put cracks on her ever growing ego. "Don't get too full of yourself now. It would be a hard fall once I get my hands on you." In that very moment the last word is uttered, she increases the speed of her strokes causing you to squirm, to let out an uncontrolled mewl. "I don't think so babe, not when you're on the tip of my fingers." Her play of words amused you, you can interpret them literally or not, she's so damn right.

"Now tell me, how did you fantasize about your girlfriend earlier?" It's another blow to your ego, she's on a streak. She keeps on putting points on the board. She doesn't just want to know what photo that turned you on, she also wants to know how you imagined her, how improper you are. In simple terms she wants you to put into words the naughty thoughts you had, she wants you to admit that you are really obsessed, and not a little less. And maybe it's clear now that you are, more than you want to confess.

"I want to make out with you, and put my hands all over you. Then I'll unzip your top, and suck on your tits." It's expected really that you will indulge her request, it's another idea of hers that's too hot to not make true. “Then I’ll pin you on that wall babe, and take off those jeans.” She hums in acknowledgement of your words as she carries on with the handjob, ever masterful.

“You said you’d do something to my belly button.” Ah yes her belly button, wait what? - there is some sort of delay before your mind processes what’s wrong with it. It is another revelation, it now dawns on you that she has been watching you right when you started. “So you just stood there and watched, huh?” You noticed her head moves in confirmation. “You know what, I thought of just standing there until you’re finished but.” She pauses to climb on top of you, Yeji is now stradling on you lap.

“But?” You press the matter.

“But what you are doing is so hot, that I just could not be a bystander, can I?” She adjusts herself again to give way for her panties to come off, but immediately seals the separation to get back to her position. She's so wet down below, but you're not surprised. The slick juices now smear your crotch as well, as the contact starts to grow bigger and bigger. Yeji starts to move her hips and grind, you are reminded once again what a performer she is, on the stage and on the bed. You trace her tummy, one of the best in the business and draw circles around her belly button. This is your way of showing your appreciation to what she is doing, and in a way teasing her, to encourage her to do more. You know you’re doing the right thing because you are achieving the desired results.

Your hands naturally found home on her waist, guiding her as she rubs your length. “You know it will be much better inside right?” It looks like you had enough teasing. You are not alone in that sentiment, as Yeji shifts to line herself to your dick; it just feels so easy, feels just so right. Both of you exhale two satisfied moans, two different tones but blend really well, it sounded like one. You find her eyes as she found yours, satisfied yet still hungry, there’s a mutual understanding and respect but lust and wanting at the same time. “You are right, feel so much better.” Her smile should have been a wholesome break from the haze of erotic air, but you know it means so much more.

Built in her is a body of rhythm, and once again the movement of her hips match the ticking of the loud clock. It is once every second from the start, then as the pleasure intensifies so does the pace. “Fuck! It’s so good, Yeji.” She is doing everything right, and all you can do is brace yourself for the inevitable. You want her gaze only fixed on you all the time, but you can’t blame her for closing them once in a while, heck- you too can’t even do that because you know you’ll go overflowing already if you are constantly peering into the lust inducing eyes, beautiful, deep, unique and damn sexy.

It did not take long for that rhythm to get all messy, as all things eventually do in the middle of desires and the craving for more. “I want you to cum inside me.” The line surprises you, she’s an idol after all and should be careful, but the resolve in her tone is unmistakable, undeniable even. It sounds like you have a hefty price to pay if you dare to disobey. “I’d be glad to, babe.”

“Cum for me in five.” That sounds like a challenge, you just hope she means seconds, because it’s an impossible ask if it is a different unit of time. Hell, you think even that mere 5 seconds feels like eternity because of how close you are.

“Five..”

Yeji is just grinding non stop, it’s a performance and she’s giving it her all; she is an amazing artist.

“Four..”

The clock moves so slowly, you think time slows down. The contrast of how fast she is fucking you to the slow tick of a second is starting to not make any sense.

“Three..”

Her walls are closing in on you, it starts to tighten around you, choking your hard shaft.

“Two..”

Just a second more and your sweaty bodies will be rewarded, you pull the straps of her sports bra off her shoulders, amazingly it’s still on. Everything about her is so perfect, and on the verge of orgasm, it multiplies tenfold, maybe a hundred.

“One.”

Maybe you came half a second earlier but who the fuck really cares as the ropes of semen pump out into her warm, wanting cunt. The chorus of very triumphant moans echoed and filled the once still and quiet place. You have reached the pinnacle, the point of no return as you fill her walls of stacked cum. She pulls out and all the mixed juices leak once it finds a gap. However, the mess doesn’t matter for now. Yeji immediately finds her way in your embrace as both of you enjoy a deep kiss. Cheekily you grope her ass in the middle of the smooches, innocent, or is it? “Sleep now horny man, we already took care of your horny bone.”

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luveline · 2 months

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Would you be willing to write a little blurb of Steve comforting reader who is in recovery from self harm? I know this is a very no no subject for some writers so I understand if this is a no!

fem!reader !! cw self harm (mention of the self injury, no active graphic imagery, but some details that could be evocative)

You’ve taken to curling up in whatever space he leaves. In bed, you sidle close to his side with your ear to his stomach. On the couch, you’re laying on his lap, every breath a press of ribs against his thighs. If Steve’s on a sun lounger in the backyard, you’re sitting on the ground next to him with an arm hooked over his leg and your cheek bitten by metal.

It’s sort of odd to see your arms without red cuts and welts. Curled again, you and Steve are sitting on the porch watching the sun dropping lazily to the horizon, the sky a funny shade of blue. You’re actually turned away from the sun and toward the house, Steve to the sun, like inverted commas interlinked. Your hand is on his leg, and your arm is bare and starkly uninjured.

That’s too generous, maybe. Evidence of a bad habit long to kick tracks the length of you, white and purple and red scars criss-crossed through your skin.

He’s seen them thick with dried blood and sore to the touch. Your skin aflame. Not because you’ve ever showed him of your own volition, you wouldn’t. You’ve always likened your self-injury to a contagion. “I don’t wanna put thoughts in your head,” you whispered.

It was a nice concern for you to have, but Steve isn’t at any risk of hurting himself (purposefully, at least). He has no urges. He didn’t even know people did stuff like that until he met you. Maybe that’s why it breaks his heart so much. You hurt so much. You feel terrible and you take it out on yourself and Steve just doesn’t get it, ‘cos you’re aces.

He never shied away from it, even if he didn’t like that you were doing it. He still remembers the first time he realised what you were doing, his confusion, the immediate internal recoil. How could you do that to yourself? Why would you? You’ve always been prone to that awful persisting sadness under the skin, but Steve knows a lot of sad people. He knows what it’s like to wish vehemently that you were a better version of yourself, or somebody else, or just gone.

But you’re doing better now. He resists the urge to kiss your hands whenever he sees you and you act like you aren’t doing a brave thing.

Steve’s stupid but he’s not stupid. (Or, at least he feels that way.) He knows you’re finding it hard to stop, like an addict. It’s a habit. A behaviour that takes conscious effort to break until it doesn’t. The worst bit is that you never even asked for help.

Your hand twitches on his leg.

Steve curls a hand behind your neck, kissing you softly, the silky press of your lips to his. You inhale and cut the quiet buzz of cicadas, your breath surprised but not tight.

“Sorry,” he says, “was that okay? I was just thinking about you.”

“It’s fine.” You laugh against his lips and take a kiss, evening the score. “It’s always okay. Kiss me whenever you want.”

“You looked mopey,” he says. Foot in mouth disease forever.

“I’m not mopey, just distracted.”

“I know, it’s offensive. You come over here to hang out and spend the last hour in deep thought.” He makes it clear he’s joking through his light tone and his smile, your eyes met, his hand sliding down your shoulder and your arm. He’s especially careful as his fingers run down your forearm. You watch the path of his hand as it falls, twining your fingers weakly with his. “You can tell me anything.”

“I do tell you anything.”

“Well, just telling you again.” He kisses your cheek, then, less gentle, your lips.

You have this aversion to saying the worst part out loud. There’s always a metaphor or an omission. You can’t say cut, it’s too much, but you’ve said hurt. You’ll admit to self injury but not the action. “It’s fine,” you say now.

“I think you’re doing a good job.”

You laugh softly through your nose. “Thank you.”

“I’m not kidding.” He blows a breath up his face. “Look, can I just be honest with you?”

Your smile turns uneasy at his bluntness. “Um. Are you breaking up with me?”

Steve shakes his head. “Never,” he says, pushing your sleeve up your arm slowly, and then faster when you don’t resist. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you without them.” He doesn’t say cuts either, mostly for your sake.

“Sorry.”

He shakes his head again. “For what? I’m just saying. You’ve had them this whole time and I’ve never– they’ve never stopped me from wanting to kiss your face off.” He probably shouldn’t make jokes. He backtracks. “I mean, they don’t make a difference to me, I like you even if you can’t, uh… Even if the impulse is too much. But I’m thrilled you’re, you know, not doing it.”

“I know,” you murmur.

“I love you.”

“I know.” Your voice is nearly inaudible, “That’s why it’s easier now.”

His heart swells with pride and love and an unfightable want to hug you. He slides his arms around you from under your armpits, forcing you to hug his neck, stealing a kiss to the cheek as he squeezes you forward. “I just want you to know that I get it. Like, how hard you’re working to not do it.”

“Steve,” you admonish quietly.

“Sorry, I’ll stop talking about it if you want.”

“I mean… It's kinda nice to talk about it. It’s not in my head.”

“It’s not in your head.”

“But it feels weird ‘cos it’s like, something I should be doing anyways. It’s like getting praise for washing your hands.”

Steve thinks there’s a pretty big difference between wanting to hurt yourself but resisting it and washing your hands, but he knows what you’re saying. Doesn’t agree, but doesn’t want to invalidate you either. However you need to think about it to get through it is up to you. “I can praise you for washing your hands. I want to.”

Steve encourages you to turn into the sunshine. You lay your cheek against his shoulder. “Love you,” you say, your hand on his leg.

He stares right at the sun and blinks hurriedly. “I love you too.”

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 1 year

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When You Share A Birthday With Them (Heartslabyul and Scarabia)

The gift you give them: a handmade scrapbook

Word Count: 11k+

Warning: Reader is female

Since it’s my birthday, let me give you guys a gift 🥰

ACE TRAPPOLA

Honestly, Ace didn't want a party - he wanted to spend the entire day glued to your side and being the only one to bask in your company.

No annoying Grim, no pesky Loosey-Deucey, no stupid schoolmates tripping over themselves to get a morsel of your attention

Just him, you and hours of alone time

He both loved and hated that you were the most sought after student in the entirety of NRC (and RSA, if some rumours were to be believed)

Loved because, well, why not? You were the most gorgeous angelic being he had ever laid his eyes on. Every time he saw you passing by, he swore he could feel time slow down and see ethereal light illuminating your face. It took two days of quickening heartbeats, sweaty palms and laboured breaths for him to finally come to terms with his infatuation. And when he realised that he fell for you, he realised hard.

Suddenly everything he did, he did for you. Every stray touch or ‘friendly’ arm around your shoulder was so that he could soak as much of your skinship as he could. Every game of basketball was so that he could see you cheering for him. Every task he completed, no matter how big or small - be it painting roses, studying for exams or simple chores - he did to earn your praise. Your presence was a drug and he was shamelessly addicted - your intoxicating smiles gave him a rush that was so much more sweeter than when he scored a perfect hoop.

Hated because well, even if you were dating, you still had a multitude of friends that were completely whipped for you (he was more than comfortably certain that if he were to pass on in a tragic accident, the entire student body of NRC would attend his funeral with a sign saying ‘y/n’s second boyfriend’ hanging around their necks and use his eulogy as an opportunity to hit on you) and he knows because he’s been there. He remembers the time when having you in his arms was just one of the many daydreams that you starred in, when he was the one who did everything he could so that you would spend more time with him, even if for a few more minutes. He knows that there are plenty of students who are smarter, richer, more handsome, who could whisk you away into a fairytale romance and leave him freezing and aching in the shadows. Now that he’s got you, he doesn’t think he could ever let you go.

Not to mention, ever since the two of you had made your relationship known to the public (and by ‘the two of you’, he means ‘he stormed into the crowded cafeteria right after you accepted his confession, slammed the doors against the walls and loudly proclaimed that “Y/N L/N IS MY GIRLFRIEND!” before immediately getting scolded by Riddle’) Professors Crewel and Trein have been on his case. He swears, he can feel Lucius giving him the stink-eye during class.

But now - now that you revealed this sweet, sweet bit of info - he felt like he was on cloud nine yet again.

What other evidence could there be to prove that you are the perfect one for him? What other reason could there be to show how incredibly matched the two of you are than the fact that you were born on the exact same day?

Now he finally, finally has a reason to have you all for himself.

Of course, he knows that with the many friends you have around campus, locking the two of you up in your bedroom in Ramshackle for the next twenty-four hours is kind of unreasonable

But that doesn’t mean he won’t make this day special for the two of you.

First of all, he’s sleeping over.

Texting each other birthday wishes at midnight? Psssh lame

Lying down next to each other on your bed and whispering ‘happy birthday’ to each other the second the clock turns twelve, moonlight splashing a supernatural glow onto your faces under the cover of darkness, whilst Grim is snoozing away on his little cat bed? Hell yeah

Instead of birthday beats, the two of you commemorate the start of your mutual birthday by giving each other the appropriate number of birthday kisses.

You start by pressing small, yet slow kisses across his jawline. Then you make your way up his cheeks, on his glabella, down the slope of his nose and right in the middle of its bridge. With every kiss, he makes soft whimpering noises as his chest rises and falls with every deep inhale. He makes a slight keening sound from the back of his throat when you place your second to last peck right on the corner of his mouth, so close yet so far from where he wants you. Then, you decide to stop torturing him and you press your lips against his. He angles his head and places one his hands on the back of yours so that he can

Ace gives you a boyish grin when you pull away, “my turn.”

“Wha-ACE!” you whisper-yell in surprise as he flips you over so that your back unceremoniously hits the mattress and places his hands on either side of your head so that he can cage you.

He gives you a smile that Che’nya would be proud of when he leans in, “I hope that you’re aware, Y/N, I’m planning to reclaim every kiss you withheld from me.” And he surges in, grabbing the sides of your face in a gentle way that does nothing to resemble the ferocious onslaught of his lips against yours. Every breath is taken right from your lungs as you find yourself sinking into the warm feeling of his affection rushing through every vessel in your body. He pulls back the moment the your head gets fuzzy from the lack of oxygen and stares at your flustered, heaving self before immediately diving back in for more and he does so again and again and again until he’s completed his side of the birthday kisses.

When the both of you are left panting for breath, he uses his thumb from one of the hands still cradling your face to rub gently against your cheek. Even in the darkness of the witching hour, you could see the clear unabashed adoration that gleamed in his eyes when he whispered, “Sevens, Y/N, I love you so much it's crazy. I swear, you taste better than any cherry pie I’ve ever had.”

(“I don’t suppose you want another kiss for luck?” he smirks at you and wiggles his eyebrows. You didn’t have the energy to throw a pillow at his head but you did give him a glare that was able to make him say “kidding, kidding” before gathering you up in his arms and hooking his chin over your head, finding comfort in the way his body was able to wrap around yours.)

The both of you fall asleep in each other’s embrace, blissfully drifting off-

Until Grim wakes the both of you up by jumping onto your slumbering bodies until you agreed to give him his tuna

After changing into your respective uniforms, the two of you share breakfast at the Ramshackle dining table until you hear Deuce knocking on your front door, causing Ace to groan as he’s reminded that he does have to share you with the rest of the school

Before the two of you leave, Ace pins on a rosette with the words ‘BIRTHDAY GIRL’ in big glittery block letters onto your blazer and you do the same to his (with his rosette having the words ‘BIRTHDAY BOY’ printed on), pecking him on the lips once you’re done.

The two of you make your way to Heartslabyul where you’re both greeted by numerous card soldiers

As per the rules, Riddle hosts a birthday party instead of the usual unbirthday

You and Ace are given the seats of honour beside Riddle’s throne, with Trey placing a beautiful layered cake in front of you - it’s tiers a mix of both your boyfriend and yours aesthetics

Right after the dorm sings ‘happy birthday’ the two of you happily blow out the candles in unison and then share a birthday smooch ♡

“Wow,” Ace mutters, as Trey and Cater try to prevent a red-faced Riddle from either blowing up, having an aneurysm or passing out, “that wish sure works fast.”

You bet that he’s going to be flaunting you around the school, showing off to anyone and everyone how the two of you have the same birthday

The two of you end the day cuddled up under a blanket/pillow fort where you decide to exchange your personal gifts to each other

You both got so many gifts from everyone else that you thought that it would be better and more intimate if you gave your own gifts to each other when you were alone

So the two of you set the whole scene in the living room: you grabbed chairs from the dining table, a few pillows and blankets, filled Grim’s stomach with tuna and sent him upstairs to sleep and lit a few candles for ambiance

Ace went first by giving you a box that looked neatly wrapped in paper that was patterned with playing cards on first glance but upon closer inspection, you could see the hints of untidiness with slight tears, uneven sides and a bit of generosity when applying the sellotape. It was obvious that he did try his best to make it look nice for you - even if the metallic silver stick-on star bow looked like it was three seconds away from falling off

You gently open up your gift to find a necklace with a metallic heart that had a large letter ‘A’ engraved on it

He of course had to do the thing where he puts it on you from behind and then presses kisses up your neck and around the space behind your ear

When you pull away and push his face away he makes a disappointed sound, looking at you like a kicked puppy and you have to remind him that you have a gift for him to

“Can’t us making out be your gift?” he pouts despondently as you move away from him to grab your gift bag.

He does take it from you with enthusiasm, though

When he reaches in and then takes out a book, he gives you a raised eyebrow before looking at the cover, which consisted of a picture of the two of you and the words “To the Ace of my heart, Love Y/N”

He flicks it open to find that every page has been filled with pictures of the two of you, cute and funny annotations of said pictures, adorable doodles and little love notes that were filled with your praise

‘Look! It’s you during a flying lesson. Have I ever told you how attractive you look when you're smiling and the wind blows through your hair like that? Well, you do - your smile always looks attractive. I can never get enough of it 😊’, ‘Remember this? This was the day you dedicated a hoop to me during one of the practice matches at your club. You may have completely miss-aimed your shot and lost the game but you’ll always be the ace of the team to me. And before you say anything I’ve dedicated a two page spread on your winning shots later in this book so you don’t have to get huffy about this one picture’, ‘look! It’s the love of my life 😊❤️’

As he was thumbing through the pages, he soaked in every handwritten letter that you wrote and - if he was being honest - he spent way more time looking at the photographs with your smiling face than he did of him.

His heart felt lighter than ever and he could feel the tell-tale pricks of overflowing emotion at the back of his eyes

He wordlessly puts the book down at his side - carefully and delicately, like it was made of glass - and then hugged you like there was no tomorrow, the force of his body slamming into yours making you fall backwards onto the floor with his arms still wrapped around you

You could feel his body trembling as he shakily whispers, “I love you so goddamn much, baby.”

He has no idea what he did or which kingdom he saved in a past life for him to be blessed with not only knowing someone like you but for someone as amazing as you to want him and cherish him like you do.

“Thank you for the best birthday of my life. I swear that in the next one and the ones after that, I’m going to knock your socks off. Just wait.”

DEUCE SPADE

When he finds out, he’s the embodiment of *surprised pikachu face*

Then he gets all giddy

Like Ace, he thinks that this is proof that the two of you were made for each other

Mama Spade likes to read romance books and watch romcoms and romantic dramas so he’s definitely is a hopeless romantic

He definitely believes that soulmates are a thing now

How else would you explain that you’re his perfect other half - you’ve travelled across worlds and come from another time, space and universe and yet the two of you have found each other

You bet he’s going to be freaking out about this information with his mother over the phone, a sappy, lovestruck smile etched on his face as he goes on and on about how perfect you are and how much he loves you and that he can’t wait to bring you home to meet her

Anyway, like with Ace, the two of you spend the evening before your shared birthday having a slumber party in Ramshackle, half because Deuce wants to be the first person to wish you on your birthday and half because he wants you to be the first person he sees on his

The both of you treat that day like it’s New Year’s and you wish each other ‘happy birthday’ and start kissing the second the clock hits twelve

First the two of you give each other a tentative peck but once you separate, Deuce looks at you, wide-eyed and completely entranced, before moving forward and claiming your lips again.

You could feel him growing more and more bold as he caresses your cheek and presses his lips against yours in a way that exuded nothing but want

And then you fell asleep whilst cuddling, with Daisy the chick (the cute and fluffy chick squishmallow that the both of you had shared custody over) nestled in between you ♡

The next day, after eating breakfast at Ramshackle (which consisted of you surprising him by making cute omurice designs because that boy deserves to be spoiled), you phone his mother so that she can wish the both of you

The entire time you and her are chatting, he’s just watching you with the biggest heart eyes

“What’s the smile for, handsome?” You ask once the two of you had said goodbye to his mother, taking note of the way the corners of his lips were pulled upwards.

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, “ha, uh, nothing it’s just that, well, I’m just happy to see the two of you get along, that’s all.”

“That’s good,” you smiled, stepping forward to brush some stray lint off of his blazer and realign his tie, “your happiness makes me happy.”

When you looked back up at his flustered visage, you found yourself staring right at those beautiful cyan eyes you loved to get lost in. You could hear him gulp before you felt that magnetic pull that magically appeared whenever he was in your close proximity and just as you closed your eyes and were about to press your lips together-

“YO PREFECT! JUICE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Goddamnit Ace.

You have to physically hold back your ruffled boyfriend before he could deck his fellow card soldier

And so the three of you go on your merry way to your classes

You have the usual party at Heartslabyul where he nearly gets into a fistfight with Ace when the redhead wanted to spend more time with you

Trey not only made a birthday cake that’s been decorated with fondant ducklings but he also made baby chick cake pops

We stan the best baker in this house

Afterwards, you spend the day going joyriding on Deuce’s magical wheel, your arms wrapped around his torso and head resting on his upper back so you could hear his quickening heartbeat from beneath his shoulder blades

After you go for a few rounds around the less populated areas of Sage Island, he takes you to a diner where he pays for anything you want for dinner

Then he stops by his dorm to pick up his present and he walks you back to Ramshackle with both of your hands intertwined

When you arrive at your dorm he shyly hands you a gift wrapped box, his eyes trained on the floor

You open it to find a dainty little silvery metallic bracelet with a single black spade charm

If you have pierced ears, he would’ve gotten you spade earrings as well

He hurries to attach it around your wrist when you ask him if he could please put it on you and then brings your inner wrist to his mouth so he could place a kiss right on it

Then you give him a scrapbook that’s filled with photographs of the two of you and little love notes that you’ve written for his eyes only.

‘My handsome man looking stunning in his star sending robes’, ‘Look at my future police officer go! Have I mentioned that you look breathtaking during your club activities. I guess that’s why we’re so perfect together - you love track and field and I love watching you during track and field’, ‘Love, I adore you so much. I can’t wait to meet your mother and thank her for raising the most amazing person with the most beautiful and gentle heart I’ve ever met’

To say that he’s dumbfounded is an understatement. His mouth has gone completely dry and all he can hear past the blood rushing past his ears is the sound of his heart hammering against his ribcage like a drum.

All this time, he’s been trying to atone for his past, to make up for the suffering he put his mother through and become an honour student that she can be proud of. He can never be able to erase the tears that he caused her to shed but he can do his best to make sure that she’ll never cry again but even then, with all of his hard work and determination, he still finds himself falling short - whether it’s getting far too low on a test or getting in trouble with Ace or even having to actually stop himself from flipping his delinquent switch when his violent instincts start to rise (of course, the last one is no problem when it comes to you getting hurt - in that case, his chained delinquent side will come out roaring)

What’s worse is that whenever he finds himself in trouble, he’s filled with the overwhelming guilt of having to drag you down with him

Whenever he holds hands with you he always compares how small yours are compared to his, how they are much more delicate. He knows that you are made of tough stuff - you wouldn’t have survived fighting overblots whilst completely magicless in a world that isn’t your own if you weren’t - but he can’t help seeing how smooth your hands are compared to his rough, calloused ones. Whenever he sees the scars on his fingers, the lasting damage of split knuckles and adrenaline highs, he can’t help but remember the look on his mother’s face when she would notice them the morning after his late nights of bashing faces and breaking noses, of the terror that would fill her eyes whenever she would take in a new bruise.

Sometimes he wonders if he’ll ever come to you and find that expression on your face

He’s brought back to reality when he feels your hand poke his cheek. He starts in surprise and then realises from the confused expression on your face that he hasn’t said a word for a while

“Deuce?” you call to him in that sweet lilt of yours, “are you alright, love?”

You look at him with your unwavering kind-hearted gaze - the same way you always look at him. Even when you found out about his regretful past, you still held his hands with the same gentle care you always do. You’ve never held his actions against him, never treated him as though he was someone you felt threatened by.

(“My protector” is what you call him, “I’m never scared when I’m with you because I know that as long as you’re near, you’ll do your best to keep me safe.”)

When he confessed his sins, you washed away his worries. When he confessed his goals, you gave him your strength.

He placed your gift to the side and then firmly grasped onto your shoulders, looking at you with such firm determination that you start to feel worried, “I love you.”

“Yeah,” you laugh a little awkwardly, still unnerved by how blazing the fire behind his eyes is, “I know tha-”

“No, Y/N, I love you,” he repeated resolutely, “I love you so much it sometimes hurts. Every day I find more and more reasons to fall for you. Every time I look at you I can’t help but see a future with you. I want to take you home to my mum and grandma. I want to wake up every morning and make you breakfast. I want you to be there when I graduate from the police academy. I want to be with you every time you laugh and hold you whenever you cry. Whenever I think about what I want to do whether it’s ten minutes from now or ten years from now, all I can think about is that I want to do it with you.”

Your eyes softened and you gently pried one of his hands off of your shoulder and placed his palm over your cheek so you could nuzzle into it, “I like the sound of that, Deucey.”

He brings your head closer to your chest, “I swear I’ll protect you from anything that comes your way so please keep on relying on me. I’ll become someone you can be proud of.”

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

When he found out, he didn’t really give that much of a reaction

It was more like “ah, I see, you and I share a birthday”

But then, later at night, just as he’s about to go to bed, the thought of the fact that he and his darling rose were born on the same day (even though he’s her senior, what with her being a first year and all) hit him like a freight train

He never had a reason to look forward to his birthdays

Thanks to his mother, they were treated as any other day - with him tirelessly studying in a locked room until his eyes became sore and his hands hurt like hell and his back screamed for relief

If anything his birthdays were one of the worser days, as all they did was remind him of everything he was denied and deprived of

But now, not only was this going to be the first birthday since his overblot where he’s finally reclaiming control of his life and getting the childhood he always dreamed of, but he’s also going to be sharing this day with you

You. Kind, wonderful, breathtaking you. The loveliest flower he had ever laid eyes on.

And for once, he can’t help but feel excited for his birthday since he knows that he’ll be celebrating not only his birth the the birth of the person who held his heart in their hands.

He can’t wait.

Ever the gentleman, he arrives at your dorm and smartly raps his knuckles on the door.

The moment you open the door, he’s immediately blown away by the warm smile you greet him with. You’re even wearing your own version of his dorm’s uniform. He has to take a moment to clear his throat and gather himself before he holds out the bouquet of roses he’s been holding in his arms.

You thank him with a peck to his cheek and invite him inside to share a breakfast of toast and your handmade rose petal jam accompanied with tea and biscuits.

After breakfast he holds out his left elbow so that you could your own elbow with his, and then he escorts you to the Heartslabyul gardens where your joined birthday party is about to start.

The entire way there, he has his head held up with pride at having such a beauty at his side. He’s not unaware to the many many looks you receive from the rest of your peers but everytime he feels the bitter taste of jealousy you always turn to him with a smile, your lovely eyes lighting up with nothing but happiness whenever they meet his and suddenly he feels so giddy that all negative thoughts end up bursting like delicate little soap bubbles.

And having you in his dorm’s colours, with his arm interlinked with yours and it being his birthday that you share whilst you walk along the halls of NRC like the King and Queen of Hearts themselves, why he felt like he could soar above the clouds right there and then with how elated he felt

As the Dorm Leader’s girlfriend you are already regarded as the special guest of honour at every event held at the dorm but since it’s also your birthday you are given the extra special VIP guest of honour treatment.

Cater has his phone out, recording yours and Riddle’s entrance to the party. Riddle pulls out your designated chair, a heart-shaped throne much like his, and, once you're seated and pushed back in, Trey brings out a cushion with a golden tiara that matches his own crown and Riddle himself gently places it on your head and the crowd claps and cheers

The whole event is a very formal high tea with a spread of scones, tarts of every type, an assortment of jams and tiny sandwiches, and a variety of baked goods and finger foods

Trey baked the two of you a tiered strawberry Victoria sponge cake that was decorated with roses

When the time comes for you both to blow out the candles, your hand finds Riddle’s underneath the table. At first he tenses at the contact but he immediately relaxes and intertwines his fingers with yours, giving your hand a slight squeeze in the process. Even though neither of you are looking at each other, you can both tell that the other is smiling

You both drive the knife into the cake together and everyone cheers.

Since you are sitting next to each other, you both eat the slice that the two of you have cut and the subtle intimacy of you sharing the same plate of cake has his heart beating like crazy and his face blossoming with pink

He doesn’t do much to hide that small little smile either

At some point a Heartslabyul student hands you and Riddle microphones so that the both of you give birthday speeches where you both thanked everyone for throwing this party and thanked your friends for being such great friends

Ace, Deuce and a few Heartslabyul first years did tear up when you genuinely and wholeheartedly thanked them for making you feel at home in a world that wasn’t yours and that them inviting you into their dorm made you feel less alone and like you had a family here and it was a one hit k.o

You: I love you guys 🥰

Ace, Deuce and Grim: WE LOVE YOU TOO, Y/N 😭😭😭

YOU used KINDNESS

It was super effective

I hope you know that you have an entire dorm of chaotic card soldiers that would die for you

You and Riddle do say a few sweet words to each other because you both prefer to keep the PDA at a minimum but then once Riddle stops talking he takes your hand and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles right in front of everyone’s salad

The rest of the day is spent with the two of you side by side: taking a stroll around the rose maze, playing a private game of croquet, tending to the Heartslabyul animals and horse riding.

All of which involve Riddle gazing at you endearingly

The two of you have an intimate tea party when the day is done.

Unlike the other ‘intimate’ tea parties you have - all of which are located in a private bandstand in the Heartslabyul gardens - this tea party is truly intimate since Riddle had it specially prepared in his bedroom

He pulled out all the stops with rose petals sprinkled over a luxurious white lacy tablecloth that covered a quaint little table, soft rolled-up cloth napkins that were tied up with a perfectly done red bow placed over the two fine china plates, lit candles and cushioned chairs.

After dinner, the two of you find yourselves reclining next to and embracing each other on his four poster

It’s there where the two of your exchange gifts

Riddle gifted you a custom-made charm bracelet that included little trinkets of a tea cup, a flamingo, a pink and blue hedgehog, a miniature version of his crown, a rose and a heart

He spent the entire time of you carefully unwrapping the pristinely packaged parcel, opening the jewellery box and admiring the bracelet in apprehensive silence as his mind went into a downwards spiral on whether or not you’ll like it

Don’t worry, though, your lips on his cheek and beaming smile of thanks was able to wash all of that away

“Do you like it?” he asks timidly.

“Of course I do,” you answer resolutely, “how could I not love it? It reminds me of you.”

Sevens, you really aren’t good for his heart.

It’s clear that you were incredibly touched by this thoughtful gesture and you hurry to give him your gift

Since your boyfriend is camera shy, instead of giving him a photobook, you hand him a leatherbound journal that has been filled, cover to cover, with pages upon pages of your endless love for him. From three page letters to love notes consisting of five lines, every word you have written is seeping with adoration, the ink on those pages completely pouring with your tender devotion. Not a single space of blankness was left bare as your writings went from corner to corner, making him dizzy at just how much care you had put into this gift

‘To my darling Riddle, falling in love with you has been the most beautiful, most incredibly wonderful unexpected accident that has ever occurred to me...’

‘My dearest Riddle, the sovereign of my heart, I just came back from watching you practice at the Equestrian Club. Did you know that when you smile I feel like I’m basking in the warmth of the sun? I feel like I could gaze upon your happiness for eternity and never once feel tired. How lucky am I to have the most handsome being in all of Twisted Wonderland to call mine…’

‘Riddle, my love, you have one of the kindest and sweetest hearts I have ever met. Your commitment and loyalty to the ones you care for have never once failed to woo me. Everything from your intelligence, your integrity, the softness of your eyes, the euphony of your voice, the gentleness of your touch and the feeling of complete reliability I sense from your presence have captivated me and have done nothing but make me fall for you over and over again - I don’t think that I’ll ever be able to stop…’

He’s only a few pages in and his ears are already burning red, his face a beautiful crimson. His head feels light with the way his mind reels at the onslaught of euphoria.

“Riddle,” you start, growing concerned at the way his body froze and a single tear cascaded down his cheek.

He closes the book and sets it aside on his bedside table, and then, without even a hint of warning, he throws himself at you and wraps his arms around you and buries his face into the crook of your neck. You can feel him shaking, muffled sobs quaking his body as you feel wetness beginning to form at the base of your shoulder.

“Oh darling,” you coo, leaning your own head against his whilst softly and lovingly threading your fingers through his scarlet locks. That soft-hearted, caring gesture only made him squeeze you tighter and for his whimpers to become louder, “I’m sorry, dearest. It wasn’t my intention to make you cry.”

“No,” he pulls back, his wide-eyed watery gaze staring at you with longing, tears streaming down his flustered cheeks. He grips your shoulders tightly, “don’t apologise. Never apologise when you’re with me.”

You hummed in reply and gently wiped away his tears with your thumb, “but still-”

“Wait, Y/N,” he takes a deep, determined breath, “I wish to speak. You are and always will be one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. You’ve ingrained yourself into my heart so deeply that not a second goes by where I don’t feel your presence. When you’re not in my sight, you’re in my thoughts. And when I'm asleep, you’re in my dreams. Whenever we’re apart I’m filled with a yearning that’s part anguish part joy - anguish because the torment I feel when you’re away from me is torture, yet joy because I know the hope I have of when I see you again fills me with the happiness of knowing that I have something to look forward to and someone I can share that happiness with. You broke down every rule I made for myself. You brought light and colour to my cold and monotonous world and for that I can spend a hundred lifetimes thanking you and it wouldn’t even scratch the surface of the gratitude I have for what you’ve done for me. I know that this world isn’t your home, my rose, however, you have become mine. Believe me, I am aware of my faults but Y/N I promise, I will do my best to become someone who is worthy of calling you theirs. So please continue to stay by my side?”

“Riddle,” you smile at him, “there’s no reason for you to ask that of me. I don’t intend on leaving you anytime soon. Or ever, actually.”

With that, Riddle surges forward and claims your lips with his, pressing as deep as he can to show you just how deeply, completely and irrevocably in love he is with you, how you have bewitched him with your very being and have given him everything he’s ever craved for and more, how he wants you more than he wants anything else in the world. The second the two of you part he has you in his embrace yet again, wanting nothing more than to get lost in your touch.

“You have successfully stolen my heart and rule number 23 dictates that one must replace anything that they have stolen. However, I implore you, dearest - please keep my heart for as long as you live because at this point, it rightfully belongs to you.”

CATER DIAMOND

The first thing he did was squeal with absolute delight

“OMG, this is so cray-cray!”

He then immediately tells all of his followers on Magicam, twst!Twitter, twst!Snapchat

#WhenYourGFIsAlsoYourSoulmate #ItsFate #CoupleGoals #CoupleGoalsCouldNever

On the day of your birthdays he’s going all out

He’s documenting/live blogging the entire day on all of his socials

You’re both wearing sashes that have glittery letters spelling ‘BIRTHDAY BOY/GIRL’ on them

When he picks you up he gives you a keychain that has your shared star sign on it because he seems like an astronomy guy to me

The two of you do have a trendy Pinterest-style cake during your birthday party but Trey uses his unique magic on it so Cater doesn’t taste it’s sweetness

He also gets Trey to put on sparkler candles that were the letters ‘C’ and your first name’s initial and a heart as well as two firework candles and he records your reaction to the cake being lit instead of the actual cake because your eyes lighting up were much more beautiful than some dumb candles ♡

(Trey had to have a firm hold on Ace and Deuce’s shoulders to make sure that they don’t do anything stupid near the flames)

After the party he’s taking you out for a walk in the town square so that the two of you can go cafe hopping and so that there can be plenty of photo ops along the way

He pays for everything you order so don’t even think about getting up

Even though he doesn’t like sweets he won’t say no to a few bites of whatever you’re having if you feed him ;)

You two are definitely wearing matching clothes during this date by the way

Then the two of you go back to Ramshackle where you both can canoodle amorously without running the risk of being interrupted by one of his dorm mates

His gift to you is an acrylic stand that resembles an MP3 player. At the top centre was his favourite selfie of the two of you and underneath that picture was the title of yours and Cater’s favourite song.

“Isn’t it totes adorbs?” he chirps as he takes in your awed expression. He points at a small black and white QR code that was placed in a lower corner, “see this? If you scan it on your phone, it takes you to our shared playlist. Awesome, right?”

When you give him your handmade photobook, he has to take a breather when he turns the pages.

Some pictures are the ones that the two of you have taken together whilst others are selfies that you had printed out from his magicam account. It included some photos you had on your personal phone like the ones of him rocking out on his guitar during his club activities or the rare candid photos you took where he wasn’t wearing that happy-go-lucky fake smile and instead showed you the real him that he kept hidden underneath the layers of goofy jokes and playful laughter.

Reading your little comments has him subconsciously giving out an actual genuine soft smile

‘Well if it isn’t my reliable upperclassman, Cay-Cay crushing it on the guitar. Watching you have fun on stage during your concerts always makes me swoon #BFGoals’, ‘You know, I figured out why you’re so perfect for me - diamonds are a girl’s best (boy)friend after all’, ‘Look at my gorgeous bf. Everytime you go #NoFilter I feel like I #WonAtLife’

Oh, Prefect how he adores you. Hasn’t he got such a sweet underclassman?

“Oh, honey,” he sighs, inching closer and closer to you until your lips are millimetres apart, his gaze a mixture of besotted and wanting, “you know just how to make Cay-Cay’s heart go cray-cray.”

“Cater,” you breathed, “you're too close!”

“That's the problem, honey,” he said, pecking your lips, “no matter how close we are (he gave them another peck), I just need to be (and another) closer (and another).”

“What-umph-what are you doing?”

“What do you think? I need to make up for the birthdays I had where I was supposed to be with you.”

TREY CLOVER

First of all: HUSBAND MATERIAL

It probably seems like I don’t like him as much as I do my faves but lads I stan this man so much

I’m just horrible at writing for him

Just - just look at him

His aura is just so domestic and everything about him screams ‘I know how to treat you right’

Plus he’s a baker so you know he smells good

And you know behind that kind, reliable upperclassman ‘only-sane-man’ and ‘single mother of the dorm’ exterior, he’s housing some chaotic stuff

Because 1) it’s always the quiet ones and the ones you least expect and 2) he’s a card soldier and Heartslabyul is one of the most chaotic dorms in NRC

I’m like 110% sure he knows at least 15 different ways of hiding a body

Anyways back to the headcanons

He’s so happy to hear this

To him there’s just something so intimate about sharing such a special day with the girl he loves

The afternoon before your shared birthday the two of you have a baking date where you make your birthday cake - and the other assorted baked goods for your joined birthday party - together

The entire date was so soft and domestic and it felt extra special knowing how important the food you were making

On the day of your birthday, he hands you a little cupcake bouquet

After your birthday party, he takes you to a private area in the Heartslabyul gardens for a picnic

The two of you just lie on the grass and start talking about everything and nothing and basking in each others company in the peace and quiet

He’s reclining against a tree and you are lying on the grass with your head propped up on his comfortable lap, the both of you perfectly content and full after feeding each other finger foods and sharing Trey’s incredible baking

Meanwhile the rest of Heartslabyul is in chaos without their brain cell and impulse control holders

Like red paint is splattered everywhere, Riddle is chasing Ace with a flamingo mallet and Cater is filming it as Deuce is lying in a fetal position on the ground waiting for you to come and pick him up

He gifts you a cute apron that comes in a matching set so that the two of you can wear matching couple aprons when you bake.

He also gives you a wooden spoon that’s been engraved with a cute little message from him

You give him your recent venture into arts and crafts:

A scrapbook that you made that has all of your favourite memories with him, as well as your cheeky little comments

‘Do you know that whenever you roll up your sleeves to start baking, your husband vibes go off the charts?’, ‘No wonder your parents work at a bakery - how else could they have made such a cutie pie’, ‘Hey, remember this? It was that time I joined you and Rook in the Science Club and taught you both how to make elephant’s toothpaste and then you got disappointed because it wasn’t actual toothpaste. I swear I wanted to get down on one knee and propose right there and then.’

The entire time he’s skimming through, he’s just shaking his head and chuckling in amusement

“Thanks, cupcake, I really appreciate it,” he leans over to you and pecks your forehead, “Not as much as I appreciate you, though.”

“Now would you prefer a princess cut or a diamond band?”

(This is so short I feel so guilty for doing this to such a marriage material man but I literally have no idea what to write for him 😭)

KALIM AL-ASIM

Sunshine boy is literally the embodiment of :D when he finds out

His eyes go wide and start sparkling, sparkly flowers start dancing around his head and his sunshine aura quadruples

You tell him at 10:00. By 10:03 everyone in Scarabia knows. By 10:05 everyone in NRC knows.

I’m telling you he’s practically shouting it from the rooftops

He spends the next few days just making it clear that everyone knows that he and his treasure share a birthday

“Professor, Y/N and I have the same birthday, isn’t that great :D”

“I’m aware, Mr Al-Asim, however I believe I asked you to answer question 7.”

“*blissful sigh* It’s like we’re soulmates ( ´ ▽ ` )”

“Heaven’s, I need a drink…”

He wanted to throw a party that very night to celebrate the joyous occasion of him discovering this wondrous news

You were fortunately able to get him to agree to just a two-person dance party in his bedroom with just the two of you

Jamil, who had felt his ‘Kalim is planning another party’ senses tingling, mentally thanked you

But on the actual day though

Oh boy

Sunshine otter boy went all out

Because double birthdays = double party obviously

When you entered Scarabia it looked like the birthday extravaganza of a lifetime

You can see Ace, Deuce and Grim mucking about with some purple peacocks and golden camels from the menagerie that Kalim had brought in before your vision shifted and you found yourself on top of carpet, who happily took you to where Kalim was joyfully waving at people from the top of his elephant.

The two of you start the joined party sitting next to each other during the parade as everyone cheers for the two of you as though you’re the prince and princess of the school

He most probably had a crate full of outfits sent to Ramshackle that morning that were your favourite colours plus some jewellery and sent a note asking you to wear one of them for that night so that the two of you could match

The buffet and dessert tables go on for miles and are packed with mouthwatering food that’s either been handmade by Jamil or by the many many talented personal chefs from the Al-Asim family

The two of you stand in front of a cake that seems to be double your height and the both of you sing happy birthday to each other, gazing into each other's eyes and thumbs rubbing over each others hands, completely oblivious to the rest of the frickin school being in your proximity

After the two of you cut the cake, Kalim happily insists on feeding you the first slice and you joyfully do the same. The lovestruck expressions on both of your faces are the causes for everyone’s happiness (“Dorm leader and the prefect are so perfect together 🥰”), disgust (*cue Ace making vomiting sounds*) and envy (“I want what they have 😭” “*pats back* there, there, Razoul, have another glass of apple juice”).

The two of you are going to be dancing the night away and you can bet that that Kalim got the Light Music Club to perform for this day

And if live music isn’t to your fancy, he managed to find that one Ignihyde student that isn’t a total recluse and convinced him to DJ

At some point he’s going to bring you to the stage and the two of you start singing duets but a few minutes later it just delves into the two of you rambling about who loves who more

“Aww, I love you Kalim.”

“I love you more, Y/N.”

“No way, I love you more.”

“Nu uh, I love you more.”

“Yeah, well, I love the way you always brighten my day when you smile.”

“I love the way your laugh sounds like the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.”

“I love the way your arms remind me of home and your touch makes my worries disappear.”

“I love how beautiful your heart is.”

“I love how kind your eyes are.”

“I love how you're the first person I think of whenever I wake up.”

“I love how my heart is so full of you I can’t even think about calling it my own.”

“I love the way I fall deeper and deeper for you every day.”

“I love the sound your heart makes when we cuddle.”

“I love the sounds you make when we kiss-”

Guys, Jamil has been banging his head against the wall for the past five minutes you should probably wrap it up

Then Cater has his phone pointed at the both of you and he starts chanting “KISS! KISS! KISS!” until it grows louder and louder and practically everyone is chanting it.

The two of you shrug and happily press your lips together as the crowd cheers and fireworks go off in the background and explode into blooming carnations of colour that fizzle out the words “HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N AND KALIM” there’s another one that had K.A and your initials contained within a dazzling pink heart.

When the two of you separate, Kalim gives you a smile that rivals the sun as he gently cups your face in his hands, causing you to lovingly nuzzle against his palm.

Scarabia Student B: “DO IT AGAIN!”

Later he takes you to a room that you think is a second treasury that the Al-Asims built but then your jaw drops down in shock when Kalim reveals that it’s a room he had built to keep your presents.

“I didn’t know which one to get you,” he explains cheerfully as you stare in awe at the way the room glowed with the reflection of the treasures that were stored inside it, “so I got everything!”

You could only nod dumbly at him, not trusting your voice to squeak or give out from the surprise that flooded your veins.

“But,” he chirps, “there is one thing that I have to show you, wait here”

You watch him as he skips away to grab onto a gilded box before he makes his way towards you and hands it to you, asking you to open it. Once you flip open the lid, you’re greeted by the sight of a half heart, similar to the friendship necklaces that you get in your world only very clearly, much, much more expensive; the golden pendant consisted of an outline of half of a heart that was studded with shimmering rubies. Your hand hovered over it, still in so much astonishment that you didn’t even know if you were worthy of touching something as valuable as it.

“You know,” Kalim’s cheerful voice snapped you out of your wonder, “in the legend of the thief, the sorcerer is guided to the Cave of Wonders by combining two halves of a golden scarab. That’s why I wanted to give you this because I have the other half. So if I ever wanted to combine both halves of the heart to make it whole, I would be guided to a treasure that is worth more than all the riches in the world combined.”

“Kalim…” you whisper, touched beyond belief.

“And,” he rubs his neck, a bit embarrassed, “I also wanted to show you how much you mean to me. I know that sometimes I can be a bit much and I know that I can cause problems but-but you’ve always been right by my side and supported me. You never speak to me like I wouldn’t understand something or dismiss me or push me aside. You make an effort to understand me and include me in things. You always ask me for my opinion even when other people don’t and you never get upset if I don’t do things correctly. You always notice my efforts when I’m trying to be more independent and you always take them seriously. When I make mistakes, you always try to see the good in my intentions before you tell me where I went wrong and-and I love you a lot, I really do, and I want to give you the world because you mean the world to me. I’ve had a lot of birthday celebrations and I’ve been to even more parties but this is my favourite one out of all of them because I get to celebrate the birthday of the one whose smile is my paradise.”

Unable to express just how much he means to you with your limited-at-this-moment vocabulary, you gently put the box down and throw your arms around his neck. He lets out peals of laughter as he wraps his arms around your waist and spins you around. You peck his lips and he sets you down and excitedly asks if he could put on the necklace for you, his eyes shining with hope. After he hooks the necklace around your neck, he turns you around to inspect you with a smile, “I’d say that it suits you but you look much prettier, treasure.”

“Kalim!” You felt your face heat up as he laughed at your cute (in his eyes) expression.

Of course, you end the night going for a magical ride above the clouds and across the stars on Kalim’s magical carpet

He then drops you off back at Ramshackle whilst you are still on Carpet. He hops off first and extends a hand so he can help you ease yourself onto the ground

You then ask him to stay in front of your door for a second before you quickly dash inside and grab the gift you had made for him

With flushed cheeks, you shyly hand him the gift bag, which he happily accepts with a giddy chirp of “thank you, Y/N!”

As he leafs through the pages, his smile becomes wider and wider as he sees the care and effort you put in with the myriad of photographs, cute little commentaries and little doodles you drew on the side

‘Eating date cake with my love! Did you know that everything tastes so much sweeter when you’re with me?’, ‘Look Kalim, it’s you on the drums. You make such beautiful music - I could listen to it forever’, ‘Playing mancala with the sweetest, most adorable boy in all of Twisted Wonderland’

Much like your reaction upon receiving his gift, he engulfed you in a bear hug

“My treasure,” he mumbles, his voice slightly muffled from how his cheek pressed against the crown of your head, “I know that it’s past midnight and that it’s no longer our birthdays but can I spend a few more minutes with you. When we're together time goes too quickly and I love you too much to let you go.”

“It’s alright, Kalim,” you smile and snuggle against him, “you can hug me for as long as you want.”

“In that case,” he tightens his hold on you and kisses your forehead, “can I keep you in my arms forever?”

JAMIL VIPER

Another one that doesn’t show much of an outward reaction

If it were anyone else he would’ve been annoyed

Yet another thing of his that he has to share/give up

But this is you

The coolness of his eyes, the delight of his heart, the balm of his mind

His beautiful, angelic diamond that unfortunately exists among the fools he calls his peers

The only one who he can reveal his true self to and never having to worry about you shunning him or leaving him for Kalim

Or anyone else for that matter

Sometimes it feels like you have your own version of snake whisper with the way you have all of NRC spellbound, him included

Don’t get him wrong, he understands exactly why others would be drawn to you but you accepted his confession not theirs so there’s no need for them to be so eager to do favours for you or look so happy when you thank them and give them your

He’s more than capable of serving you - in fact, he’s the only one worthy of serving you and you’re the only one he likes to serve

Anyway, on the inside he’s really happy that you share a birthday with him

He doesn’t really believe in soulmates or fate but he does like the fact that he shares something important with you that no one else (Kalim) could ever attain

Smug snek boy is smug

His plans were to spend his day doing his duties whilst inviting you to Scarabia so the two of you could eat his handmade meals as he tries and fails to dissuade you from helping him in the kitchen (he admires your competency and efficiency but you are not going to lift a finger on your birthday and no he doesn’t care that it’s his birthday as well - no way is he going to let one of his assorted dorm mates make your meals) and then once he’s triple checked everything the two of you could sneak away to his bedroom and spend some quality time together

But no

Of course that can’t happen

Because Kalim - sweet, sweet Kalim - just had to throw a joint birthday party for his two best friends :D

Because he loves them so much :D

Meaning that he had to spend the entire afternoon and evening sharing you with not only his dorm but all of your friends as well (read practically the entire school)

He swears upon the Seven, if that slimy octopus cozies up to you for a second longer he’s going to have a second overblot

DID ASHENGROTTO JUST KISS YOUR KNUCKLES? WHILST LOOKING RIGHT AT HIM? AND SMIRKING?

Grumpy snek boy is grumpy

Just as he was contemplating using his unique magic on the entire party to make them go away, he felt your hand slip into his and all was right in the world

“Easy love,” your voice held traces of laughter, “your frown lines have frown lines.”

“Am I that obvious?” He already knew the answer to that. His silver tongue and poker face has made him a master of manipulation. It just so happened that you were the only one who could see past his facade - or, to be more realistic, you’d rip off every mask he’d have on with nothing but your bare hands and intelligent yet kind words, making it all too easy to tell when he is wearing one.

“Not at all,” you hum, “I can just tell.”

Oh Sorceror of the Sands, aren’t you incredible

Not a day goes by where he doesn’t admire your strength and resilience

Like him, you’ve been forced into a taxing role you didn’t ask for; having to not only babysit those two dimwitted card soldiers and that crass, gluttonous, troublemaking cat that your so fond of but also having to do the headmaster’s job for him by playing therapist and solving everyone else’s problems despite having plenty of your own

Every wrong done against you, you’ve forgiven - not due to naivety but because of your kind-hearted nature that forces you to see the good in everyone

You’ve come into this world with nothing but disadvantages yet you still end up victorious, making it clear to everyone that you are not someone to be messed with or taken lightly

A lesser person would have crumbled or been eaten alive by the twisted students of this villainous school but not you.

You were more than just a pretty face that spewed out honeyed words, you were an unstoppable force to be reckoned with who could be as endearingly stubborn as you are kind

You didn’t change yourself to fit the situation, you changed the situation to fit you

Unlike him, who had manipulated and used you from the very beginning, you’ve been nothing but honest and genuine to him throughout your entire time here at NRC

And you were the only one who was able to break down his walls and the only person he ever allowed himself to be vulnerable with

Not even his parents or sister have met sides of him that he’s revealed to you

He grasps his hand tightly with yours, “let’s leave.”

“But Jamil, the party-”

“I do not wish to spend another second here, my diamond. I’m sure that the sky won’t fall if we excuse ourselves and obtain the private time we rightfully deserve.”

‘And even if it does, I do not care,’ he mentally adds on as your shoulders sag in agreement and you nod.

Once he has dragged you to his room, he bodily spins you so that your back is pressed flat against the door. Finally, the tenseness leaves his body and he slumps forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder with a deep exhale.

You stroke the back of his head with a comforting smile, “rough day?”

“Exhausting,” he replies, “I don’t know why Kalim insisted on throwing this party. I had explained to him multiple times that such extravagance was unnecessary.” “You know him - this is his way of showing that he cares. Not to mention that your dorm was excited to celebrate with him.”

“Still,” he stands back up at his full height, reaching out one of his hands to cup at your cheek, “all it does is pile more work for me. If they truly wanted me to have a good birthday, they would’ve allowed me to spend it privately with you.”

“I would’ve liked that as well but every time I tried to find you someone would come up and chat with me and I don’t have the heart to dismiss them. I’m sorry if it made you feel like I didn’t want to pay attention to you.”

“Please, I have no need to worry about the insects that swarm around you,” charcoal grey eyes glimmered with mischief, “you and I both know that whatever drop of affection they have for you is nothing compared to the ocean of love I possess.”

You let out an amused huff of laughter at his confidence.

“Although,” he eyes your neck with a smirk and smoothly runs his fingers down the exposed skin of the slope of your neck and your clavicle, “perhaps it might be a good idea to leave a physical reminder to not monopolise time that doesn’t belong to them.”

“Jamil!” you whisper-yell and lamely smack him on the shoulder, cheeks burning at the unsaid implication, “don’t you dare.”

What charming expressions you make. He chuckles at your flustered countenance, “I’m merely suggesting an extra birthday present. Though, I suppose that would be more of a present for me. Speaking of presents, I believe that we have yet to exchange gifts.”

He places a little black cube into your hands, its dimensions small enough to fit snugly in your palm.

Inside it you find a ring made up of a shiny golden snake ring with miniscule, precisely placed diamonds placed on its coils to act as scales and tiny rubies as its eyes

With your permission he takes your hand and gently slides it onto your index finger and then kisses the knuckles of that hand whilst staring right into your eyes

You hand him your gift (which you had already placed in his room when you entered Scarabia, with a large note saying that he’s not allowed to look inside)

Like Riddle, instead of a photo book, you give him a journal filled with love letters and words of praise

‘To the master of my heart, there is never a day that goes by where I am not proud of you. I could spend years singing your praises to the heavens and I still feel like my words would be inadequate. You are a wonder worthy of the highest recognition possible and I am certain that you will receive everything you deserve and more…’

‘To the Sultan of my love, how dare you be so attractive! How dare you! Do you have any idea how hard it is to concentrate when you occupy my thoughts every second of the day? Seriously, how am I expected to learn in class when all I can do is think about how much I love to get lost in those entrancingly beautiful eyes of yours or how much my fingers yearn to rake through your silken hair. That’s not to say that I’m only appreciative of your physical handsomeness - your attractive personality is far more alluring…’

‘To the one who holds my most dearest affections, I’m not saying that I’m with you because of your incredible skills at cooking and kissing but I am saying that you are way too skilled in those areas to be real. I know I always go on about how captivating you are when you’re dancing or playing basketball but you enthrall me even when you do the most mundane things - how is it that you make walking look so pleasing…’

Closing the book, he places it on the floor and then swiftly claims your lips with his, pressing his mouth deeper and deeper against yours until you were left panting

“My diamond,” he whispers, eyes boring into yours and mouth a hair's breadth away from yours, “my love, you mean more to me than anything else this world has to offer. You’re the only being I covet more than my freedom. Travelling the world, power and glory - they all mean nothing if you’re not by my side.”

“You’ve entranced me with your soul much like how the story queen, Scheherazade, captivated her Sultan with her tales. And just like how she brought peace to his enraged and vengeful heart, you’ve rid me of the bitter wrath that polluted mine. When I feel suffocated, you are my air. When my mind is shrouded in darkness, you give me light and no matter how sweltering the sun may be, I will always feel cold without the warmth of your company.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll do my best to make sure you’re never left wanting,” you say.

“Oh my diamond,” Jamil sighs, silently thanking the heavens and every miraculous force that gave him you, “you have created an absence in my heart that only you can fill so please take responsibility and make me yours - both now and in our lives after this.”

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