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milfsloverblog · 10 months

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Hii!! I have a Larissa x reader request. Larissa is in her late forties, has a shit ton of money (cause that woman screams money) and she's also a tad lonely, so she decides to find herself a sugar baby and that's where reader comes in, they are broke, almost finishing college and in need of quick money. I really just need this woman to pamper me with money and love and good sex, lots of mommy kink and out of the bedroom dominance pretty pleeeeeaaassseeee

Secret Benefits (NSFW)

Part 1. (Next part)

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

A/N: Anon, I loved this request so much I’ve decided to turn it into a multiple chapter fic. We’re mostly setting the scene in this chapter, but I added a tiny bit of smut. Thanks for the request, enjoy!! <3

You didn’t feel very proud as you clicked on the “sign up” button on the app your best friend told you about. You typed in your information - Name, age, height, weight, eye and hair colour. It did feel like you were only a product to be bought but it was what you were looking for, after all.

You filled in the “looking for” section - women, preferably. You didn’t care much about height or weight or anything like that, really, although you hoped you would be able to at least find someone attractive. But you couldn’t afford to be too picky.

It did feel like signing up for a normal dating app until you reached the “monthly income” criteria. This was by far the most important criterion, the one that had led you to this website, and yet you didn’t know what to answer. You stared at your phone screen for a moment before eventually typing in “Minimum $3500”. It felt like a correct amount, enough for someone to take care of themselves and you as well.

You uploaded a few pictures, a couple of selfies and one where your whole body was visible. You probably would have more chance of quickly finding someone if you uploaded a more revealing picture, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not yet.

You took a deep breath and clicked on the button that would make your profile public, watching the message that popped up on your screen - Welcome to Secret Benefits, the number one sugar dating app in America.

Your profile had only been public for a few minutes when you received your first like and inbox message. A man saying he would pay you a thousand dollars a week and didn’t want anything in exchange, only to chat with you. Your friend had warned you about this kind of scam so you simply rolled your eyes and reported the profile.

Browsing through the app you quickly realised that most people on there were men over forty searching for a pretty thing to parade around with. You knew it was the whole point of this app and those kind of relationships, but still.

It felt like you had been scrolling for hours when a profile finally caught your eye. Larissa, 48. Her picture was what first caught your attention. The woman was half-turned from the camera, holding a glass of red wine in her hand. Her white hair was tied in an intricate updo, her lips painted with a crimson red that matched her nails and her blue eyes fixed on the camera as if she had caught the photographer in the act of taking her picture. It almost felt like she was looking right at you. She looked beautiful.

You clicked on her profile, hoping to learn more about the woman. You read her body description, eyes widening when you reached the height criteria and read that she was 6’3. She looked like the type of woman who enjoyed wearing heels and you felt dizzy at the thought of a two metres tall woman towering over you.

You noticed that she had picked “Unspecified” for the monthly income. You weren’t sure what that meant exactly. Was she wary about sharing her income? Strange, given the kind of app you were on. Or perhaps she was old money. She did look wealthy, the kind of woman who would have grown up in a rich family and inherited it all.

She had listed a few of her interests in her bio. Art, luxury fashion and haute couture, feminism. There was a single sentence written underneath, one that had your breath hitch in your throat.

“I call myself a hedonist, I seek utmost pleasure in everything I do.”

And that was enough to have you hooked. You didn’t care about the other thousands of profiles on the website anymore. You only cared about her. Larissa, her sapphire eyes and crimson lips, her hedonistic lifestyle and promise of utmost pleasure, and most importantly - her money.

You clicked on the little heart next to her profile picture, like your friend had told you to do. Now you were supposed to wait and see if the woman would like your profile in return. You could have sent a private message straight away, but your friend said it was better not to, it would make you look too desperate. I am desperate, you thought.

It was only hours later, when you were freshly out of the shower and about to get into bed, that your phone pinged and you quickly grabbed it to check the notification.

Larissa liked you back! The start of a beautiful story?

You stared at the notification for a minute, what were you supposed to do now that she had actually liked you back? You weren’t even expecting to get that far when you signed up.

You sat down in bed still wrapped in your towel and took a deep breath. How were you even supposed to engage in a conversation with a woman like her?

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a while. Everything you could think of sounded lame and you even considered calling your friend for some advice but it would have just been embarrassing.

You: Hi there! I came across your profile and was very intrigued by your sophistication and the way you described yourself. How has your day been?

That wasn’t too bad. At least you hadn’t sent a cheesy pickup line.

The little “seen” quickly appeared under your message and you bit your lip in anticipation.

Larissa: Good evening! Thank you for reaching out. My day's been quite busy with work, but I'm always up for interesting conversations. How was yours?

Okay, she had answered. She had liked you back and she had answered. Great, it was great.

You: I'm glad you're taking the time to chat. My day's been mostly filled with classes and hanging out with my friends, a normal day in the life of a college student haha. What do you do for work?

Larissa: I’d rather keep my work private, at least for now. But I promise I’m not doing anything illegal! College student, what do you study?

Well, that was a bit strange, although you could see why someone wouldn’t want to share their work field on this kind of app, there was no doubt those arrangements could ruin some people’s lives.

You: Sure, no worries! I study marketing. It’s not always easy but I enjoy it for the most part. I’m really curious about what brings you to this app?

The message was read almost instantly but it took the woman a few minutes to answer. Was she hesitant? Searching for the right words?

Larissa: I appreciate your curiosity. I'm mostly looking for a mutually beneficial arrangement where we can both enjoy each other's company and experiences. What about you? What are you looking for on here?

A mutually beneficial arrangement, that was certainly one eloquent way to put it.

Larissa: I'm seeking someone who can support me as I navigate my studies. I live on my own and have a job on the side but it’s getting really hard to finance everything alone. Plus, I think having someone older in my life, someone with more experience, could only be beneficial. It’s all about benefits and enjoying the finer things, isn’t it?

Larissa: It is! I suppose it’s the main reason why so many young women are on this app. Tell me, what do you enjoy doing in your free time?

You: Well, I honestly don’t really get much free time. But I like to sit down with a nice book whenever I can. I enjoy going for walks and I could spend hours in the kitchen cooking and baking. What about you? Any favourite ways to unwind?

Larissa: I don’t get much free time either if I’m being honest. I’m a busy woman. I do enjoy sitting by the fireplace with a book and a glass of red, one of life’s simple pleasures. I love exploring art galleries, trying out new restaurants and I sometimes, although very rarely, indulge in spa retreats.

Spa retreats? These things cost a fortune! You were lucky if you could indulge yourself in a night out with your friends!

The two of you kept exchanging for a while. You learnt that Larissa was British, that she had moved over here for her studies. She loved travelling, had been to many places around Europe and was a big fan of French cuisine. She felt like the kind of woman you could listen to for hours without ever getting bored.

It was getting late, your eyes were practically closing themselves and you knew you would be absolutely exhausted in the morning, but you didn’t want the conversation to end.

You had been talking for nearly two hours when the woman asked if you had ever dined at Ambrosia, a restaurant way out of the centre of Jericho. You snorted loudly as you searched the restaurant on Google and realised it was a gastronomic one. Did she really think you could afford that kind of place?

You: No, I’ve never been there. But I’ve just googled it and it looks like a nice place!

Larissa: It’s my favourite restaurant in Jericho, I think I must have tried everything on the menu by now. Would you like to join me there for dinner, let’s say on Saturday night?

Saturday night? You quickly checked your schedule, you were working at the bar that day.

You: I would love to, I really would love to, but I’m working that day and I can’t miss a shift…

Larissa: If it’s about the money, you don’t need to worry. Call your work tomorrow, let them know they will need to find someone to fill in for you on Saturday.

You swallowed thickly. What if this was some joke? What if you showed up at the restaurant and she wasn’t there? You would miss your shift, and lose money for nothing. But if she did show up…

You: Fine, I’ll call in the morning. What time should we meet at the restaurant?

Larissa: 6.30 pm? If you give me your address I will have a car sent for you. However, I understand if you feel wary about giving that kind of information to a stranger.

You did feel more than wary about giving her your address. For all you knew it could be some creep hiding behind that profile. But if you didn’t take the leap, you might miss a great opportunity. So you did it, you sent Larissa your address and thanked her for wanting to send a car.

Larissa: Thank you, darling. The car will pick you up at 6. I should probably let you get to bed now, I wouldn’t want you to fall asleep during one of your classes. Thank you again for reaching out, it’s refreshing to connect with you.

You: Thank you, Larissa. Likewise, I enjoyed our conversation. See you on Saturday!

You closed the app and took a deep breath. You were insane, absolutely deranged. Who in their right mind would agree to something like this so quickly? You groaned and pulled the duvet over your head. You’d think about this later, all you wanted at that moment was to sleep.

Saturday couldn’t come quickly enough. Your friend had asked you if you’d had any luck on the app yet and you lied, telling her that no one seemed interested in you yet. Maybe you would tell her about your meeting with Rissa once it’d be done. Maybe.

You had exchanged a few more messages with Larissa the next day, just to keep in touch and let her know that you were looking forward to meeting her, and so was she.

The doorbell of your flat ringing woke you up early on Saturday morning. You quickly threw on some pyjamas and went to open, your eyebrows shooting up when the courier handed you a big cardboard box.

“What the hell?” You whispered to yourself as you placed the box down on your coffee table.

You grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer and carefully cut the tape, holding your breath as you opened the box. There was a small note on top of something wrapped in gold tissue paper.

I picked you an outfit for tonight, I had to guess your size using your pictures but I’m pretty certain it will fit. I suggest wearing a pair of black heels with it. See you tonight, darling.

-Larissa

You had to read the notes a few times to make sure you weren’t just making things up. She had picked you an outfit, really? Did she think you couldn’t dress up on your own? Well, to be fair you weren’t sure you had anything chic enough in your wardrobe, but still.

You carefully opened the tissue paper and your breath hitched as you unfolded the black slip dress that she had picked for you. The silk fabric felt incredibly soft under your fingertips and the lace trim on the neckline was beautiful.

“Simone Rocha.” You read the tag out loud. The name did ring a bell somewhere in your mind, was that a designer dress? Well, at least now you knew the woman was serious about taking you out for dinner tonight.

You were about to close the box when you noticed there was something else in there. You picked it up, eyes growing wide at the sight of a burgundy thong. It was beautiful. Made out of lace and embroidered with floral details, it probably cost more than your whole underwear drawer.

You bit your lip looking at the two items of clothing in your hands. Maybe you could get used to this lifestyle.

The car sent by Larissa arrived at your place at 6 pm sharp. You quickly put on your heels, fixed your lipstick, and took a last look at yourself in the mirror. The dress fitted you like a glove and you had rarely felt that beautiful in a piece of clothing, you looked expensive.

Hundreds of thoughts were rushing through your brain as you sat in the back of the car and absentmindedly looked outside the window.

And suddenly it hit you - would Larissa be expecting sex from you? Your eyes widened at the possibility. You had not talked about this. Sure, the woman had said she wanted someone to spend time with, but spending time with someone could mean a lot of things!

You were almost thinking about changing your mind and going home when the car pulled over and the driver let you know that you’d reached your destination. You took a look at the building outside and swallowed thickly. There was no going back now.

You thanked the driver and stepped outside, taking a deep breath of fresh air. You were halfway to the restaurant door when you heard your name being called, causing you to spin on your heels.

“Larissa?” You asked as your eyes landed on the woman walking towards you. She looked just like her picture - tall, elegant, beautiful.

“Yes!” She smiled and nodded.

Noticing that she looked you up and down, you allowed yourself to do the same. She was wearing an emerald fitted dress that perfectly hugged her waist and hips. Her legs had to be the longest you’d ever seen, they seemed to go on and on until you finally reached the silver heels that were on her feet.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You smiled back, feeling a bit awkward and not knowing what to say.

“Likewise.” Larissa answered and pulled the door open to let you in, her hand falling on the small of your back as she followed you inside.

Everything inside the restaurant reeked of wealth. The high ceiling, the polished wood floor and the leather seats. You were out of place and you felt like everyone around you knew it.

“Miss Weems, good evening!” A waiter flashed the woman a bright smile. “Your usual table?”

“Good evening, Adam. Yes please, the usual.” Larissa nodded and her hand on the small of your back gently pushed you, signalling for you to follow the waiter.

You sat down at the table and could immediately tell why it was Larissa’s favourite table. It was at the back of the restaurant, in a quieter space, and it had a perfect view of all the other tables.

The waiter brought the menu almost immediately and made a few suggestions as he poured two glasses of water. You could feel the older woman staring at you as you opened the menu and flipped through the pages. Everything was expensive, a whole three-course meal in this place would cost as much as your biweekly grocery budget. It was insane.

“Anything tempting you?” Larissa smirked, a strange glint in her eye.

“Um…Yes, yes there is a few things that sound really good.” You nodded and pushed an awkward smile.

“The dress suits you perfectly. You picked the perfect shoes to go with it.”

A blush crept up your cheeks hearing the compliments and you pushed out a shy “thank you”.

“Are you wearing everything that I picked?” Larissa asked, her head slightly tilting to the side.

Her eyes briefly dropped to your chest - no bra, that was the right choice for this kind of dress. Larissa was pleasantly surprised. She had purposefully chosen not to include a bra in the package but she wasn’t sure if you’d wear one of your own.

“Yes,” Your cheeks turned a deep red, not far from the colour of the thong you were wearing. “I’m wearing everything you picked. Thank you, by the way, I loved your selection.”

Larissa’s nostrils flared and she let out a satisfied hum, looking up when Adam reappeared by your table.

Larissa went first, there were far too many French words in her order for you to understand properly, but you enjoyed hearing her accent. It was like honey dripping from her lips. When you snapped out of your thoughts, the waiter was looking down at you expectantly. You opened your mouth to place your order only to be cut off by the tall woman’s voice.

“She will have the seared foie gras as an entrée, followed by the filet mignon - medium rare - with grilled asparagus, and the passion fruit mousse for dessert.” Larissa said, her sapphire eyes looking at you above the menu.

Your mouth dropped open. First, she had picked your whole outfit down to your panties, and now this. I want control, she had told you in one of her messages. You hadn’t really understood what it meant at that time, but you did now. You would never admit how turned on you were as you closed your menu and handed it back to the waiter who gave a polite nod and walked away from your table.

“You’re staring, darling.” Larissa pointed out, making you close your mouth and look away for a second.

“Sorry, I-“

“You weren’t expecting that?”

“Yeah…”

Larissa let out a soft chuckle and reached out, crimson nails taking hold of your chin to make you look at her.

“When we meet, if we meet again, I would like to be in charge of those things.” She simply said.

“In control, you mean?”

The woman’s nostrils flared again and she gave a small nod.

“Yes, in control. I do enjoy knowing you’re wearing something that I picked for you, that you will be tasting what I want you to taste.”

There was something almost erotic in the way she said it, something that sent a shiver down your spine and had your eyes dropping to the woman’s lips, watching them curve in a smirk.

“I wanted to ask-“ You mustered the courage to say. “If you would be expecting…more than just my company.”

“Sex?” The word sinfully rolled from her tongue.

“Yes.” You let out in a whisper.

“Would you like to have sex with me?”

Maybe.

“No.” It instinctively slipped from your mouth. “This is not the kind of arrangement I’m looking for.”

“Well, then I’m not expecting sex from you, no.” Larissa simply answered. She seemed sincere, like she really had not been expecting anything more than your company.

What if you had said yes, though? Would she have sex with you if you ever changed your mind? You swallowed thickly at the thought and picked up your glass, taking a couple of sips of water.

Larissa asked about your day and if you could explain what your studies consisted of, which you happily did. You told her about economics, and how you had learnt about analysing consumers and competitors. You were sure that it was boring, having to listen to these things when you weren’t involved in marketing, and yet Larissa’s eyes never left you. She gave a nod here and there, and asked more questions when something wasn’t fully clear to her. She seemed genuinely interested in you, and it felt nice.

“Thank you, Adam.” Larissa smiled when the entrées were placed on the table.

You looked down at your plate, it was beautifully presented and smelled incredible. What was it again?

“Seared foie gras,” Larissa said as if she could read your mind. “Enjoy, darling.”

“Thank you, enjoy!” You answered and picked up your fork to try the foie gras. You remembered having tasted it once, years ago at a wedding. But it didn’t taste this good in your memory.

Larissa watched your every move. She watched you push the fork inside your mouth, how you closed your eyes when the food filled your tastebuds. The foie gras was exquisite, the woman knew it, and she relished in the pleased hum that escaped you.

“What do you think?” She said, eager to hear your thoughts.

“It’s delicious, thank you for picking it.” You answered honestly, causing Larissa to let out a shuddering breath. Was she getting off on this?

The rest of the meal went smoothly. Larissa seemed determined to keep most of her life private, only answering a couple of your questions, often with well-thought answers that wouldn’t give out too much. It seemed like she enjoyed hearing you talk about yourself, though, for she asked you question after question throughout the evening.

“Thank you for tonight, Larissa.” You said when the two of you walked out of the restaurant. She had paid for the whole bill and, even though you had expected it, it still brought a blush to your cheeks.

She wrapped her arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer against her, walking with you towards her car. She had convinced you to let her drive you back to your flat, although it hadn’t taken much for you to agree to it.

You sat down in the passenger seat of her Chevrolet and stayed quiet as Larissa turned on the engine and drove away from the restaurant. A silence fell between you, it was a bit uncomfortable until the older woman turned the radio on and a familiar new wave song filled the car.

Larissa softly hummed along to the tune and her hand moved to rest on your leg, just above your knee, her thumb soothingly rubbing your skin. You didn’t think you would love it as much as you did, but her hand was warm against your flesh and it simply felt right.

“I think we’ve arrived.” Larissa said as she pulled over in front of your flat.

“Mm? Oh, yeah, yes!” You nodded taking a look outside. You had been lost in your thoughts for the entirety of the ride.

Larissa leaned over and pulled something from the glove compartment before handing it to you. It was a small golden envelope with your initials handwritten on it.

“For your missed shift.” She smiled and placed the envelope in your hand.

“Thank you.”

“Mhm. Now go, get some rest.” She purred. “I will text you later.”

“Goodnight, Larissa.” You bit your lip, hesitating for a second before eventually placing a kiss on the woman’s cheek.

“Goodnight, darling.” She squeezed your thigh and watched you step out of her car, waiting until you were inside the building before she drove away.

You closed the door behind yourself and let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding. It had gone…surprisingly well. Larissa was truly charming, she was intelligent, eloquent, and wealthy. And she was breathtakingly beautiful.

You stepped out of your heels and walked through your flat, dropping the envelope on the kitchen counter before you made your way to the bathroom for a well-deserved shower.

Thoughts of the older women flooded your mind as soon as you stepped under the hot water jet. Was she home already? What was she doing? Had she enjoyed her evening? You were pretty sure that she had. More than once you had caught her pupils dilating as you thanked her for what she had picked for you, whether it was the food or the clothing. Was she thinking about you right now like you were thinking about her?

Would you like to have sex with me? - her voice echoed through your mind and you whined, dropping your hand between your legs. There was a sense of urgency in the way you fucked yourself as you thought of Larissa being in control of you, your food, your outfit - God, you’d probably let her take control of your whole being if she asked for it.

“Fuck- Larissa!” Her name rolled from your tongue as you reached your climax, leaving you panting heavily against the shower wall. It was depraved, you thought, fucking yourself thinking of a woman you had just met.

The same thought crossed Larissa’s mind as she slowly pulled her fingers out of herself, pushing them between her lips to lick them clean. It was depraved, but you had looked so good in the dress she’d picked for you and you had been so thankful all night long.

The tall woman opened a kitchen drawer, pulled a cigarette out of it, and lit it while she poured herself a glass of red with her other hand. It usually was either one or the other, but tonight she really needed both. Larissa was hooked, she couldn’t help herself, she loved taking care of a pretty thing.

You grabbed the envelope from the counter on your way to bed, opening it once you had settled down under the duvet. Two hundred dollar bills fell on your lap, making your eyes widen. This was almost double what you’d have made for your shift tonight. You bit your lip and put the money back into the envelope before shoving it inside your bedside table. Maybe you could get used to this, spending time with a beautiful woman and being paid for it. What was that thing she said? Ah, yes, to seek utmost pleasure.

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minhosimthings · 7 months

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Impatient details || 18+

Synopsis: You just couldn't wait as Hyunjin kept you waiting to finish his portrait of his most favourite muse.

Pairings: Hyunjin × fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, Fingering, masturbation, degradation, swearing, Hyunjin calls reader 'darling' and 'my muse', unprotected sex (don't do it absolutely not), Hyunnie cums inside of reader, overstimulation, dacryphillia, art studio sex let's gaur, it's a bit fluffy at the end

A/N: y'all I can't do this I'm SAUR HORNY RIGHT NOW DAMN THIS PERIOD. I really needed Hyunnie cause man is literally looking like a Greek God in that silver hair (although he has dark hair in this drabble). So this concludes my very first Hyunjin smut! Yay to my dumb brain for working.

Muses are such pretty little things aren't they? Oh to be a muse. To be dancing under the bloodlust stars with a person who considers you their entire universe. To be staying still and laughing in courtish conversation as he imprinted your figure against yet another canvas, in the same yet different shades of captivating colours.

"Hyunjin-" you dropped your arm from your waist, "-my arm fell asleep again." Always the artist, never the muse, changed when you met Hyunjin. Now, you were forever gracefully stuck as the starry eyes muse, remembered in reds and blues. "Hyunjin how much longer?" You whined to Hyunjin, who whisked his eyes away from the canvas in a whip. He lowered his paintbrush and put his palette on his table, brushing his long, dark hair out of his eyes. Standing up with a slight wince (probably from sitting for that long), he strode over to you, lifting your chin up with his finger. You could see the sweat beads glisten on his forehead, and his fingers all covered with paint. A splash of paint decorated his neck, from where veins were slightly popping out.

“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? Can’t help yourself, can you?” He leaned forward to your lips, with barely any space between them. You could feel his breath hit your lips as you leaned forward to kiss them. To your disappointment, he leant back.

“Mm, always so impatient for me, ” Hyunjin smirked into an impatient, rough kiss, a surprise to you, after he had previously leaned away. "Mm Hyunnie-" you moaned into the kiss, Hyunjin's hands resting on your thigh, "Want you." Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss, caressing your cheek with his right hand.

"Not so fast my muse." He smirked like the devil in a dance, "you distracted me from almost finishing the painting, so now you're gonna pay for it."

He leaned back against his chair, leaving you dumbfounded on the couch. "Now-" he picked up his paintbrush, "-I am going to need something to motivate me to detail this painting, so why don't you touch yourself for me darling?"

"And don't you dare take that pretty dress off." He mused, biting his bottom lip in concentration "That's for me to do later."

You slip your fingers into your cunt, feeling disappointment at them not being Hyunjin's cock. As you start to hump your hand, you could see Hyunjin tighten his grip on his paintbrush, his face ever so scrunched up. He hasn’t fucked you yet, but this is good. You could see that hyunjin has been subtly grinding his long, pretty (and hard) cock against the easel for a good time now. “yeah, ‘m wet for you hyune~” you croon, wanting to cum so bad.

"Just a little more, my muse. Need to get the details right don't I? Need to make sure this pretty body gets what it deserves?"

You exhale lightly at that, trying not to react too much to what he just said.You aren’t sure if he can see you clench around your own fingers or not, but you nod in agreement.You want to move your fingers more, you want Hyunjin to watch you do more. You jolted your hips ever so slightly as you could feel warm liquid coming between your legs.

"Jinnie-" you moaned, eyes still focused on his fingers moving delicately across the canvas, "-want to cum please." Hyunjin smirked behind his canvas and turned his eyes away for a split second. “You want to cum?” he grinned devilishly, wiping sweat off of his forehead. “Y-yes, I— please—” “Hm, but do you really deserve to?” Hyunjin slowly dabbed at a spot on the canvas as your fingers stopped moving around your clit. "Please Hyunjin~" you moaned, feeling more impatient than ever.

"Aww baby." Hyunjin cooed, getting up again and striding over to you, “Tell me how you want me.” “Want your fingers in me.” You whined, watching him get on top of you. "Aww my fingers? How many darling?"

When you didn’t respond, he tilted his head at you, quickly thinking of a way to get you to answer him. His long, messy hair fell in front of his dark brown eyes, waiting for you to beg him. He always enjoyed the sensation of you being on your knees, absolutely going dumb for his cock He slid his fingers into you and his eyes flickered down to your pussy, clenching tightly around them.

He grunted deeply and twisted his other hand on his cock teasingly. His eyes were glued on you starting with your half-lidded eyes and your parted lips, trying to catch a breath. He trailed his eyes down to your chest which rose and fell with each panting breath you took. He traced the curves of your body with greedy eyes, your smooth skin covered with a thin layer of sweat.

You slip your hands into his hair again, pulling him back down to continue the passionate kiss, holding onto him desperately. Youf tingled between your legs when his cock brushed through your folds and bumped against your clit, reigniting the flames of your desire. The heat of him turned you on, as if he’d drugged you with just a kiss, with just a touch of his glass skin on yours. He pressed another kiss to your jaw, ghosting your skin with his soft lips. He gave you a messy kiss, leaned his weight on his arm by your head to drag his rough hand down your body. He took your breath away again, pulled away just far enough so he could follow the path of his hand with his eyes.

"I think you need to be fucked properly, don't you my muse?" He stroked his cock, "Do you need to be fucked hmm?" "Please Jinnie-" you whined, missing the feeling of his fingers inside of you, "-need you against me, please." Your begging words ignited Hyunjin's mind, his eyes filled with fiery desire.

"Hyun- Hyunjin fuck!" Hyunjin slips into your cunt so easily. He kneads your breasts just right, pinching and caressing where you like, and his lips leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck. You moan his name, and you feel his cock beneath you coming gradually to life. You grind your bare cunt on his nourishing cock, and his hand grasps your hair to pull your head. “Behave,” he warns with a chuckle, “Fucking eager, aren't we?” You could feel tears come out, decorating your face along with the sweat. Hyunjin's cock twitched as he saw your eyes all glossy and your face scrunched up, trying not to sob out of the pleasure he was giving you.

“Fuck you’re so—” He groaned, his hips shifting as he sat still for a second and he soaked in the way your lips parted and your eyes rolled back with pleasure. “—Fucking tight. You’re already squeezing the fuck outta my cock.” One thrust, then two, Hyunjin goes deeper into you, your moans giving him Heaven to his ears.

"Hyun- wait - I-I can't-" "yes you can darling." Hyunjin's eyes darkened over you, his hands still on your hair, as yours reciprocated. “Hyun,” You whined, squeezing your eyes shut, the overstimulation making tears slip from your eyes and your legs shake. You felt a shiver run down your spine when you felt his lips on your spine, his tongue running over your skin. He stopped at your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses before he pressed his lips against your ear.

“You’re my good girl right? You’d do anything I tell you to?” He coaxed, his voice deep and smooth, enough to make you want to come right then and there, again. You nodded, not trusting your voice. “Yeah you fucking would. So cum for me, now.” He demanded, his hand slipping down your body to run your sensitive clit and the overstimulation was enough to send you over the edge.

“Fuck, fuck that’s it,” He moaned, his hand squeezing your neck tight enough to bruise, but not enough cut off your air entirely. He turned your head and kissed you hard, tongue slipping into your mouth as he sunk into you one more time before he spilled inside you.

"Whew!" Hyunjin panted as he collapsed next to you. "You know what, this actually is a weird couch. How is it supporting both of us?" You giggled, snuggling up to Hyunjin's warm chest. "Well thank you to Etsy for letting me but it for cheap. It's my most favourite place to draw my muse." You smiled into his chest, as he wrapped his arms around you, the smell of paint hanging around. "By the way," you spoke first after a long silence, "Did you get the details finished?" Hyunjin smirked at you, and buried himself into your neck. "I finsihed that shit a long time before you touched yourself all pretty for me darling." He whispered into your ear as you slapped his chest playfully, getting up to see how he had made a masterpiece of his muse.

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fairyhaos · 10 months

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[16:33 PM] — woozi .

454 words, idol setting, est. rs, woozi appreciation™

It's a quiet day.

With nothing better to do, you're lying on the couch in your boyfriend's studio, head on the armrest, watching him upside down as he hums and works on his latest composition.

Jihoon's face is illuminated by the light of the screen, flashes of colours making his cheeks and eyes glow pink or blue or red depending on the things he clicks. You're not really sure how it works. Jihoon, and his ability to compose, basically makes him a god in your eyes.

From your position on the couch, you can't really see him that well, but whenever he makes small noises of contentment you feel your own lips tug upwards, face warming.

"Jihoon?"

"Hm?"

"You're so pretty," you say, averting your eyes away from him, shy, even though he can't see you. "Like, really pretty."

Jihoon chuckles. "Thank you."

"You're the prettiest person in the world," you carry on, insistent on getting Jihoon to realise how beautiful he is. "Your smile is pretty. Your eyes are pretty. When you do that thing where you laugh really hard and your mouth goes wide and your eyebrows go up and your eyes scrunch up, it's so pretty. You're pretty all over, you know?"

Jihoon doesn't say anything, but you're barrelling on anyways, hands gesturing as you ramble.

"And your voice is simply the prettiest," you say dazedly, smiling. "When you're speaking, when you're singing, whenever. It's just… your voice is like a pink river, gurgling and bubbling and sparkling with life and magic. It's so beautiful."

You sigh, clasping your hands together, crossing your ankles over the other armrest of the couch, eyes still fixed on the ceiling. "You're pretty everywhere, Jihoon, and sometimes I don't think you realise it. But you are, and I love you so much, for everything you do and all that you are."

Silence rings through the studio. There's no more clacking of keyboards. Jihoon doesn't even seem to breathe.

"Jihoon?" You look up, but the angle is still awkward and you still can't see him properly. "Jagiya? Wait, are you crying?" You sit up properly, and Jihoon has his face buried into his arm over his keyboard.

"God, Y/N," he sighs, sounding exasperated, but when he looks up at you, his eyes are bright. Even in the weird lighting of the studio, you can tell his ears are red.

"What? What did I do?"

Jihoon stands up, walking over to the couch, and he leans over you, cradling your face in his hands. He's smiling, that slight smile that makes him look so, so beautiful. "Love me too goddamn much, that's what."

And then he leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss.

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bubuslutty · 11 months

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Pirate!Captain Price au (nsfw ver)

word count: 1.2k

tags: nsfw, f receiving, p in v, making out, spitting, skinny dipping, mentions of public sex (nobody gets caught tho)

warnings: kidnapping

a/n: I tend to go on a tangent with the story telling n lore instead of sticking to John fucking. ANWAY. I love him and if you also love him and have silly thoughts abt him and his boys, send me an ask, or comment, or reblog, whatever you want 💙

pirate!captain Price fucks like he's trying to kill you, with determination and pure hunger for it. He's a man on a mission, and nobody can stop him from getting what he wants.

Captain Price has wicked hips and a filthy walk, he's hot and he knows it. He's so comfortable in his skin, scars, fat, muscles, freckles and all. His movements are confident yet relaxed. He appears to be so sure of himself without doing anything, just standing there and people hate him for it. How infuriating is a man with such charm and confidence decided to become an outlaw, a pirate of all things.

So he knows how to use those hips, pounding his sweetheart on the mattress and making her wail and scream for him with how good he's making her feel.

pirate!captain Price has ridiculous core strenght, he could fuck his sweetheart for hours, rolling his hips against hers like he was born to fuck her. And he's so fucking filthy with it as well, "Too much for you? Should I slow down, sweetheart? hm?"

And slow down he does, rolling his hips deep deep in her guts, forcing her to listen to the filthy squelch that resonats in his Captain's cabin everytime their hips meet. And he has a dumb smile on his lips, obsessively watching where they meet between her legs.

And you better believe he'll kiss his pretty lady like he wanted to drink her up, he's nasty and it would be embarrassing to call what he's doing to her kissing, not even making out can cover how sinful he's with his mouth and tongue.

Pirate!Captain Price, when he's in a mood he'll even spit in her open mouth, holding her pretty face in his bigger, rough and scarred hand, then spitting right in her tongue, and he watches how her eyes roll at the back of her head and she moans loudly, swallowing his little offering.

He's also big on eating her out, be in his cabin, outside on the deck in the middle of the night under the stars, where anyone can catch them, or in a dark alleyway behind a pub. And because he has a beard, he likes to get it absolutely drenched and leave his sweetheart's inner thighs all red from the friction.

And he doesn't mind when she whines how much her inner thighs are bothering her, he just has a smug smile on his lips and apologizes with a coo, placing a wet kiss to her forehead and cheeks, and deep down he's not really sorry, but for his sweetheart, he'll coo and coddle until she melts over and over again in his arms.

Pirate!Captain Price barley kidnaps rich folks in exchange for ransom money from their rich family. If he has an excuse to dress his sweetheart in the finest of clothes, he would take it without hesitation.

So she's the one who sneaks in a ball, so she can later open the gates for them so they can sneak in, rob the place while everyone is busy dancing and then kidnap the wealthiest person in there.

And of course she's dressed in blue, John's favourite colour, the colour of the sky and the sea. Her dress is shiny, made out of silk and fabrics only found in far, far away countries, that even rich folks struggle to get, but not pirates, pirates can get their hands on anything if they tried hard enough.

She's wearing a layered blue gown, the sleeves long, with her whole neck, collarbone and a generous chunk of her chest exposed, and she looks so so beautiful, her hair half up, decorated with pearls and gold. And she's quickly stealing everyone's attention, coyly tucking a stray strand of hair behind one of her ears with a gloved hand.

She's invited to dance by many people, and she makes up elaborate stories about being a foreign Duchesse, laughing and giggling at stories and anecdotes she's been told, forgetting for a moment she was an outlaw, a criminal, who stabbed her to-be-husband right through the heart on their wedding day.

When the job is done, she returns to their ship on horseback, laughing in delight with John's men.

When the kidnappee is tied and locked in the basement, they sail away and celebrate with music and drinks of their own.

Sometime in the same night, Price's sweetheart is running and giggling on the ship, chased by Price, who's trying to catch her, still dressed like a dream. And she gasps and swoons when he catches her in his arms.

She acts like she's trying to fight him, wiggling in his arms and telling him, "Let me go, you pirate! I'm a woman of honor and dignity!"

Price tickles her and she laughs, trying to slip away, and he has his arms securely wrapped around her waist, breathing the perfume she sprayed on her neck in, sighing in pure bliss.

"You're mine now." He speaks against her naked shoulder, placing a wet kiss on the skin.

"I'm not yours! Let me go or the Royal Navy shall have you hung!" She threatened, turning in his arms and pushing his chest away.

"Hm, no. Finders keepers." He hums and pulls a string that kept her corset securely tied around her body, and when she felt it getting loose she squealed and crossed her arms over her chest, "John!"

"What? You'll be naked by sunrise, I'm just speeding this up." John says, shrugging while wearing a small smirk, "You've got a problem with that?"

"If that's the case, let me help." John's sweetheart says, wearing a smirk of her own and starts undressing right there on the deck, while his men are still having a party not far off, the only privacy they've had was the shadow of the Captain's cabin and nothing else.

"What are you doing?" John asks, looking over his shoulder and panicking a bit because as much as he enjoyed fucking his love where they could get caught, he still made sure nobody was around, and if someone happened to pass by, he'd use his body to shield her away. But this, this was madness, any of his boys would just turn around and see her standing there naked, glowing under the moonlight like a siren.

The only things she still had on was her pearl earrings and a necklace John gifted her a while back. "Come swim with me." She offered, smiling and still fucking standing there naked with her clothes a puddle to her feet.

John gulped and decided to just get naked as fast as possible while she watched him, and when he was done, she tiptoed to where he was standing, cupped his cheek and placed a kiss to his lips.

And before his fingertips could graze her skin, she pulled away and dived into the open cold sea.

Fuck this.

John dived right behind her, controlling his breathing and taking a deep breath when he resurfaced, his body freezing due to the cold water, but he knew his body would soon get used to it. He then felt arms hugging his shoulders from behind, and he grinned when his sweetheart kissed his cheeks with her cold plush lips.

"Did I just see Cap'ain and his bonnie jump in the sea naked?" Johnny said with a frown, cheeks pink due to how much he's drunk.

"Hm?" Simon hummed with his eyes closed next to him, leaning his head on his shoulder.

"Never mind." Johnny said and yawned, scratching his chin and leaning his head on Simon's.

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nuttytani · 6 months

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Making mehndi designs on them

characters: dehya, nilou, kaveh, nahida, cyno, gn!reader

Dehya

She’s really bad at sitting still, is the restless type and often messes up your designs by accidentally touching herself. So you have to scold her once in a while and keep an eye out

Other than being told to sit still, she actually finds the process quite calming and relaxing

The cold mehndi on her hands makes her shiver in a good way

Plus, she gets to see you make all kinds of faces while doing her mehndi. And… she didn’t realise this before but you looked really pretty. The way the hot sun would cast a golden glow around you and the way your eyelashes would flutter with every blink–

Anyways

Being a pyro vision holder, her body runs warm so you bet her mehndi comes out really dark and gorgeous.

As a thank you, she does your nails in a pretty burgundy to match the red on her hands

Nilou

She’s so excited that you’d be doing her mehndi for her!!!

As a performer, she always has mehndi on her hands but it’s always just a simple big dot on the centre of her palms.

That’s why getting some elaborate designs on her hands makes her feel so happy, plus the fact that you’re doing it makes it even better!

You even purchased a blue tinted mehndi to make accents on her feet and her arms

She’s in LOVE

Her mehndi unfortunately doesn’t darken much, hydro vision holders just dont have that much body heat so the colour is almost orange-ish… except for the tinted blue designs! Which look stunning

Kaveh

Was shocked to hear that you wanted to put mehndi on his hands. Or feet. Wherever he preferred

Sure, he used to play with his mother’s make up and mehndi before but ne never really got it done properly

So this would be a first time for him

He appreciates how you patiently handle him, there may have been times where he got a little cranky sitting still and his legs got numb but you didn’t give up

And he’s glad that you didn’t

Because the end product was absolutely beautiful and he badgers Alhaitham by saying

“y/n made these! They’re so talented… hey, look at me while I’m talking haitham!”

He wants to return you the favour by making mehndi designs on your hands too but he’s never held a mehndi cone before so it’s quite sloppy

Still, you proudly show your hands off. “Look! Kaveh made this!! Pretty isn’t it?”

Nahida

Actually, she’s the one who suggested you do her mehndi. All she wanted was a simple dot on her palms but you said no!

Nahida deserves much more intricate designs. Not that simple patterns are bad but you have never seen her indulge in her pleasures so this is the perfect time

The-dream-mehndi-customer^™

You feel like you’re applying mehndi on a doll

It’s so easy and probably the best person you’ve put mehndi on!!!!

Turns out extra gorgeous because she sat super still and the design was SAFE

You got so excited that you even did her feet. Now Nahida has stunning red hands and feet.

Everyone compliments her

Particularly her aranara friends

Cyno

He’s just bored while doing his duty when you come up to him like surprise surprise!!!

You ask him if you can decorate his hands with mehndi designs

He immediately says no because he’s on duty

Lo and behold, Nahida walks out of her office and she says

“It’ll be fun! Get some break, work is done for the day anyways”

So now he guesses he’s stuck with you on the steps of his home with you hunched over his hands making pretty squiggles with mehndi

You mess up his designs tho because Cyno could NOT shut up not stop making his stupid jokes which made you laugh at the stupidity of them

Voila, one big mistake. You accidentally smudged THE ENTIRE DESIGN OFF HIS HAND AHHHHHH

Now you are upset and crying over your hard work being wiped away

Meanwhile Cyno calms you down and tells you to just do his feet instead

some mehdni references for yall

(a/n: if anyone is interested in me making a taglist, please let me know!)

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icy-bluez · 4 months

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Picture Perfect

Warnings: slightly suggestive, crack fic, fluff.

Characters: Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier

Synopsis: Weird / endearing pictures you have of them.

A/N: Icy has nothing to say cuz Icy currently has a smooth bren.

Rafayel

Man's got cake.

Nah, he's got a fucking bakery.

And you were extremely slightly jealous.

(Unless your thang be thanging too.)

You have definitely clicked pictures of his ass on multiple occasions, especially when he's wearing those fancy clothes of his, tight with swaying buttcheeks as he walks. And then you probably proceeded to spank it.

"Rafayel, I have a question." You ask while he was spacing out, sitting in front of a giant canvas full of beautiful hues of colours.

"...Yes?"

"If you fall on your butt do you bounce back up from the sheer plushness of the muscle on your rear en-"

Rafayel almost snaps his neck when he turns his face towards you with a loud dramatic, "Say what-!?"

Let's just say he got really flustered and you got to see for yourself if he really did bounce back up when he fell from the stool.

Besides that you also have a shit ton of pictures of him pouting or sulking because you're pretty sure he does the picture perfect pout better than you when he's just...well....sulking.

Xavier

Some...incredibly weird sleeping positions.

You were on your way out of Akso hospital one day and saw fur, fluffy and golden hanging out from the tree. You assumed it was a cat.

You reached up to grab it. The cat-human entity grunted.

You jumped away like a startled cat yourself, only to see sleepy blue eyes peek from under a lowered tree branch. Lo and behold, it was a wild Xavier. Snap, went the camera.

You definitely have pictures of his chest, like, how are they so huge and squish-able. You've also wanted to lick the sweat off his abs once in a while because he's just so damn muscular and glows like a goddamn glowstic- (concerned personnel are requested to not try this at home unless they are also in possession of a wild Xavier or similar-)

"Xavier. Shirt off." You ordered with a slightly unhinged expression on your face.

"W-whuh? Y/N?"

"Now."

"W-wait why-"

"Shut up and let me worship your knead-ables."

Don't pretend you did not relish in his moans after you were done with worshipping his body. It did not stop at his chest though, you definitely went lower.

PS: He fell asleep on his knees once, while he was hugging your legs and his head was on your lap. You clicked a picture and never let that one go.

Zayne

Zayne, pinching his nose bridge, sighing, his eyes closed and head leaning back against the couch. Before he could even register what was happening, he heard around fifty snaps of pictures being taken, going off from the side.

Zayne is just a very sexy man in general but you, as his girlfriend, obviously have weird/endearing pictures of him. Like the time he started gleefully laughing like a child. A giant cat was finally, finally being overly affectionate with him, licking his hands, neck and all over his face.

(Are we jealous? Yes we are!)

Zayne barely ever lets his guard down therefore little moments when he would fall asleep on your lap or just anywhere random in general after being thoroughly exhausted, you would take a picture.

You have definitely forced him into couple photoshoots with you. Asking him to put on cat ears with you, carry plushies on his shoulders, making hearts with your hands, drawing one half of a heart with a red lipstick on your cheek then smushing it against a reluctant Zayne's cheek to form the other half of the heart. That picture was now your lockscreen wallpaper.

Besides that, he had really broad shoulders and an impeccable stature. Not that you wouldn't peck it.

"Mm, can I?" You ask, seductively pulling his shirt open as you reapply your lipstick.

"Isn't this a bit too..."

"Is it a yes or a no?"

"...You can continue."

Now you also had a picture of Zayne flushed red and littered with lipstick marks all over his neck, cheeks, chest, abs, maybe lower. Definitely not because you were jealous of a cat.

Oh and he probably got his revenge as well.

ANTHOLOGY LIST

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robinsboobshoes · 9 months

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❝ MEETING ROBIN BUCKLEY. ❞

↳ In which you flirt through your mutual friend, Steve.

Everything is all vividly coloured, with neon-coloured lights, water fountains, crowded tables and various children's rides, like the carousel and the Indiana Flyer. People are packing everywhere, all with brightly lit expressions stretching across their faces, following along with family and friends in huddles. The town of Hawkins is already a hellhole, with or without a new mall, and nothing can possibly change that.

Your eyes darted around, hoping to find the potential ice-cream shop you'd heard about. Your search quickly ends, once you see a brightly coloured store, with a red lettering sign reading: Scoops Ahoy!

You got to the store with unexpected difficulties, after pushing countless people out of the way and getting some foul words and looks in return. Already, you can hear some outstandingly cheesy sailor music playing loudly, making your nose scrunch up in disgust.

The interior is somehow worse. The walls are covered with blue, red and white striped wallpaper while seating booths are placed around the ice-cream parlour, red leathered and shiny. It was quite shocking to you that it was almost empty, since, Starcourt Mall had just opened. Logically, wouldn't people crowd around an ice-cream parlour on a summer morning?

You walked up to the counter to find Steve, a tall teenager your age, with styled hair and an ego too large for anyone to handle. You hit your hand on the bell that's on the corner of the front counter, causing Steve to bring his attention back to reality, rather than dozing off in his thoughts mid-task.

“Ahoy!” Steve greets from the register, not bothering to look up from whatever he had been occupied by.

“Wow, this place really complements the look." You taunted, smirking, when he finally spots you. The sailor theme is rather hilarious.

“Y/n?” Steve smiled, leaning on the counter as he takes you in, “What’re you doing here so early? My shift doesn't finish for hours.”

“I needed to kill some time,” You shrug, “I thought I'd pay my favourite sailor a visit.”

Steve puffs, opening his mouth to respond. But, before he can say anything, another voice pipes up from around the corner. It's raspy, laced with sarcasm.

“He’s only your favourite sailor because you haven’t met me yet," At the hatch behind Steve is a tall girl with broad shoulders, a tall figure and a careless posture. She has her hands placed on the further counter, while she starts twirling a black ring around her middle finger. She has black bracelets and a watch on one wrist, a spiked bracelet on the opposite. Both hands are painted with black nail polish, which shine in the light, presumably because they are newly painted. She was, like Steve, also dressed in a ridiculous uniform, which she somehow made look attractive. “I promise I’m much better company.”

“Well, you certainly look better in the uniform.” You look her up and down, chuckling, as she returns a flirtatious grin.

Steve looks pathetic as he starts running a hand down the front of his ludicrous smock, “I think I make this thing work pretty well for me.”

The girl scoffs, wide-eyed, “The loser board says otherwise, Dingus.” She calls, pointing at the whiteboard that's propping up next to her. The board is split in two: one side had, "You Rule!" written above it, and, the opposite side, "You Suck!". With no surprises, The 'You Rule!' side has no marks below it, whereas the other has a large amount of five drawn on.

You laugh at this, fingers tapping against the glass of the countertop, as you look at the board, then back to her, “Things can only go downhill when he’s forced to use words.”

She laughs with you briefly, then taps her name badge with her finger, "I'm Robin, in case you didn't know. Robin Buckley."

You raise your left eyebrow, "I do recall being in most of your classes, y'know. Just because I hang around with Steve doesn't mean I'm a complete moron."

Steve pouts from where he stands, arms crossing defiantly over his chest, “This is not a duo I'm here for at all. I think we should have a rule that you two are not allowed within thirty feet of each other."

“You always try to keep me away from the pretty ones." You roll your eyes, lips set into a smirk as she watch Robin’s cheeks turn a dark shade of strawberry red. For someone with such a tough attitude, she sure was easy to fluster.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, “—I hate fighting for your attention. You make me feel like a fool when around ladies with you.”

“I'm sorry," You shrug your shoulders, "Must be a weakness of mine.” You breath a laugh once more, glancing over at Robin, who was already staring.

“Are you flirting with me through Steve right now?" Robin starts shaking her head in disbelief, "Is that what’s happening? — Because, if you are, I’m disappointed in myself that it’s working.”

Steve swiftly turns to you, “My charms have rubbed off on her! She's like a charm-sucking vampire. She’s the reason I can’t get any girls.” He rants, pausing with wide eyes as if he’d came to some great realization, “It all makes sense now...”

“The only thing I’ve gotten from being around you is brain damage.” You respond, with a playful eye roll.

Robin purses her lips and places a hand to her hip, feeling a surge of confidence, "If you want to ever flirt without proxy..." She pulls a black pen from her pocket, then holds out one of her soft hands to take one of yours. You slide yours into her palm without hesitation, both of you sharing a smile.

She quickly finishes scribbling her phone number to the back your hand, her warm fingers brushing across your skin. You feel a small shiver briefly down your spine, throwing you slightly off guard. Robin stands back with a pleased smile, "Call me?"

You smile softly, nodding your head, "Consider it already done."

♡︎♡︎♡︎

first fic here, kiiinda nervous... (is the robin fandom still active on tumblr?¿!) interactions are appreciated! 🫶🏻

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feelingpure · 7 months

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Fellow Travelers | The Orange Elephant in the Room

Alright, let's talk about it.

For those who've watched the available episodes of FT so far; I'm sure we've all noticed the citrus haze they all seem to be living in.

Especially if you've attempted to edit/GIF any portion of it. The struggle is real and I'm sure has inspired many colouring dilemmas.

And we're all asking "WHY?!".

Now, I'm writing this having not looked up anything about it. So I dunno if anyone responsible has made a formal confession.

One of my initial thoughts around it was; okay... so is this just a 1950s thing? But after watching (and rewatching) episode 2, I feel like it's part of the story in a different way; It's clearly a stylistic choice, yes (I should hope that doesn't just happen by accident). But it also seems to double as a narrative choice.

Putting the rest, with image examples, under a cut because it's kinda long.

Warm vs Cool

The conclusion I've come to is pretty simply, one that we've seen used across media in a lot of movies and shows. Warm tones used to colour scenes that are meant to literally be 'warm'; a loving environment or somewhere where the character(s) feel like they can be themselves. Cool tones used for scenes where it's quite the opposite; a cold hostile environment where the character(s) does not feel welcome. Gradients in between for all the neutral/'greyarea' spaces.

Consider

Cool/neutral outdoor bench scene (with park spies around):

Maybe it's an indoor/outdoor thing? No...

Indoors (even with the mandatory orange lamps nearby) they stay pretty neutral:

Night time/day time thing? No...

Night time vs day time in Tim's apartment:

Compare it to day time neutral alone Tim in the same room before. The difference is that he's with Hawk, out of sight of any would be naysayers.

So yeah, while I am mad about the colouring for giffing needs, I do think what they're doing is pretty neat, and the POC in the show look glorious in the warm tones.

The warm/cool motif is dialled up even more in episode 2, with the contrast of Mary's warm welcoming party and Hawk's cold af family gathering (even though they still have the orange lamps/sconces around, they add nothing to the warmth):

🥺 Ugh, Tim at Mary's party. Might be my favourite part of the episode, alongside the kissing n spooning. Anyway...

The transition of Mary from the same living room where she hosted that party, to the kitchen they were just questioned in:

That transition made me start paying more attention and go back to rewatch previous scenes just for colour themes.

Interestingly Hawk's apartment seems to live in this neutral/warmish space. It was more warm earlier in the episode, especially when they were in the bedroom the morning Tim left his glasses. But in general it's a lot less warm than Tim's apartment when compared; still their skin glows with a hint of tangerine:

Of course, not only the lighting/colouring but their outfit choices say a lot. Tim is usually in the warm browns with his dress, while Hawk pretty much sticks to black, white, grey (hints of a cool toned blues and reds in his ties). This coupled with the differences in their own living space probably reflects a lot about the character and how 'welcoming' they are to others. Idk... or I could just be thinking too much about it.

This is another really interesting transition in episode 2. As Hawk hangs up the phone in that cool toned side room, opens the door to the main room of a gay bar, the warm tones literally seem to absorb him in. Which makes sense, this is obviously a gay friendly place in San Francisco. He doesn't have to try to hide any part of himself, like he probably was still trying to do on that voicemail to Lucy just before.

Now, I could go through and screenshot a load more examples (some scenes with Lucy are interesting, and that lounge/club), but you probably get the gist, you see the pattern. If not before, on your next watch, you'll certainly see it.

This has got longer than intended; I'd be surprised if anyone got this far, I did NOT fully organise my thoughts before I started this, I just began rambling and I feel like it could've been more organised and laid out better. But if you have thoughts about the colouring, I'd really like to see those too. 🤗

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jackhues · 1 year

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(mockingbird au!) colours - platonic!quinn hughes

request: i’m new to your blog but i’m obsessed! for the mockingbird au i was thinking like y/n wants to dye her hair but is scared the hughes family might judge because of the way her dad did and like quinn being there for emotional support and she gets all good things said about it

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you scrolled through pinterest mindlessly.

as always, social media seemed to know exactly what you were thinking, feeding it all to you. as of right now, your feed was filled with hair dye inspiration.

pink, purple, blue, red, the colours were so lovely. you let yourself fantasize about them for a moment, imagining the colours in your hair. purple would look amazing, but green was such a pretty colour too.

the door opened, causing you to exit the app with practiced precision.

you felt a little guilty, considering it was only jack entering your room. you trusted him more than anything, but old habits die hard.

“hi,” he smiled at you, his hair wet from the shower. the towel hung low on his hips, leaving little to the imagination.

you had been laying on his bed, scrolling on your phone as you waited for him to finish his shower. the two of you were supposed to head to the beach later that day, and then out for a cute dinner date.

“hey handsome,” you threw a wink in his direction, grinning as he blushed a bit.

he rolled his eyes, rifling through his clothes for something to wear. you continued scrolling through tiktok, double-tapping occasionally, but mostly just flicking to the next video.

“oh shit!” you grunted as jack threw himself on top of you. “jack! holy crap, you’re so heavy! off, off, off!”

jack laughed, resting his head on your stomach as he refused to get off of you. “can we just stay here? this is so much nicer than the beach.”

“if you asked me this two years ago, i would say yes, no hesitation,” you told him. “but, you and your entire family has got me obsessed with the water, so unfortunately, it’s a no. now get up, hughes. we’ve got a beach to go to!”

your pinterest feed was still filled with inspiration to dye your hair.

you sighed wistfully as you saved images and scrolled through the pictures. you were so engrossed in the fantasy of dyeing your hair, you didn’t notice someone else entering the kitchen.

“that looks nice,” quinn commented as he walked past you to get some cereal. “you gonna get one of those colours?”

you jumped, shaking your head. “a little warning would be nice.”

“i’m sorry, i’ll be sure to announce myself the next time i enter a room in my own house,” quinn joked. “the purple one looks cool. it’d look nice in your hair.”

you examined a strand of your hair, looking back at the picture quinn was talking about.

“really? you’re not just saying that, are you?”

“no, seriously,” he assured you. “the red would look nice too. honestly, a lot of these would look amazing in your hair. you know, there’s a salon like fifteen minutes away. if you want, you can make an appointment and head over. mom’s been there a million times, so i know it’s a legit place.”

“i’ll think about it,” you told him, before switching the conversation.

less than an hour later, you found yourself texting quinn, asking for the number to the salon.

“you look so nervous right now,” quinn laughed as he parked the car.

“it’s not funny,” you told him, bouncing your leg. “i didn’t tell anyone. oh my god, i didn’t even tell jack, or ellen, or anyone. you know, maybe this isn’t a good idea. let’s just go back. yeah, i think i wanna read a book, or watch a movie, or maybe anything else.”

“woah, calm down,” quinn said, raising his hands. “it’s hair, it’s not a big deal. if you don’t like it, you can always dye it back. or choose a new colour.”

“what if jack doesn’t like it?” you mumbled. “or if everyone thinks i’m a weirdo. i don’t know, quinn. i don’t like this idea.”

“are you serious, y/n?” quinn looked at you. “give jack some credit, give the others some credit too. do you really think they’re gonna be upset with you over it? they all know it’s your hair, and whatever you do with it is your choice. no one’s gonna judge you, i promise.”

you took a deep breath, but you still couldn’t shake the unsettled feeling in your bones.

“i’m sorry, i’m not being fair to them,” you muttered.

you’d known the hughes family for years, and you knew that none of them would truly judge you for something as simple as dyeing your hair. but the way you had grown up made it hard for you to fully accept that someone could be so loving and accepting of everything.

“don’t apologize,” quinn told you. “let’s go to your appointment. we don’t want them to cancel it. they don’t give refunds.”

you laughed weakly, following quinn to the salon. after registering with the lady, you headed over to the area she motioned, taking a seat in one of the chairs. quinn shot you a thumbs up before taking a seat in the waiting area.

you were relieved that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“let’s get started,” your hairdresser, mindy, smiled at you.

a few hours later, you were driving home with quinn, staring at your new hair in the mirror. you’d gotten the bottom half of your hair dyed a dark red, similar to the narcissa malfoy hairstyle. it was a little subtle compared to the other colours you’d been looking at, but you didn’t want to go all out on your first time.

“i take it you like it,” quinn grinned as you twirled your hair.

“i love it,” you corrected. “it’s so pretty, i don’t know why i didn’t do this before.”

you faltered, remembering why you didn’t do it. the glares and scoldings you would’ve gotten were too much for you to even think about it before.

you took a deep breath, trying to force those memories and thoughts out of your head. you weren’t there anymore. you weren’t in contact with your parents for a very long time. and the hughes were completely different from them. they weren’t going to hate you for just dyeing your hair.

“it looks great,” quinn told you, shaking you out of your thoughts. “trust me, y/n, they’re all gonna love it.”

you smiled, “thanks, q. it means a lot.”

“anytime kid.”

the two of you entered the house, making your way to the living room, where anyone who was inside would be gathered.

not surprisingly, it was only ellen and jim watching a movie together. jack and luke were most likely already at the beach, trying to show off over the dumbest things they could think of.

“hey, you two back already? where’d you guys go?” ellen looked over, smiling.

“out and about,” quinn shrugged. “gotta show y/n around the city since she’s part of the family.”

you smiled a little, grateful that quinn hadn’t outed you before you were ready.

“did you have fun?” she asked. “please tell me that someone picked up my strawberries from the farmer’s market.”

“i got them,” you laughed a little. “i put them in the fridge because it’s hot outside.”

“thanks, y/n. you’re my compensation for raising three boys,” she grinned.

you laughed at quinn’s sulky expression, shaking your head to yourself.

“did you do something to your hair?” jim asked, narrowing his eyes as he scanned it.

you froze up a little, trying not to think of your dad.

“yeah, i - um - i liked the colour,” you answered, a little quietly.

“it looks nice,” he smiled at you. “oh, and it even matches your outfit.”

you looked down at your red t-shirt, feeling yourself smile a little. it did match your outfit.

“oh my god, that looks so pretty on you,” ellen gushed. “you look amazing, honey. honestly, i’m surprised jim noticed before me. i would not put money on that.”

jim made an offended noise, “hey, i’m very attentive.”

“mhm,” ellen muttered.

you and quinn shared an amused look, the four of you bursting into laughter.

the front door opened, immediately letting in the loud noises of jack and luke. you weren’t sure what they were saying, but they were probably arguing over something stupid.

“she wouldn’t!” luke said to jack, turning on his mom the second they entered the living room.

“yes she would!” jack argued. he looked at ellen, “mom, wouldn’t you get mad at luke for eating five ice creams in a day?”

ellen raised a brow, but nodded, “he’s smart enough not to do that. aren’t you, luke?”

“obviously, i’m not an idiot,” he rolled his eyes. “but i’m an adult! i think if i want to eat five ice creams, i should be allowed to.”

“not at all,” ellen shook her head.

luke turned to you pleadingly, “y/n, back me up on this. if i wanted to - not saying i did - i should be allowed to eat five ice cream in a day, right? i’m an adult, mom can’t get mad at me for that.”

you raised your hands in defense, “i’d back you up if it was anyone else. not going against mama hughes. sorry, kid.”

luke groaned in a very youngest sibling-like manner, before slumping onto the floor. there was a beat of silence, before everyone broke out into laughter, including luke.

you and the boys gathered around ellen and jim, talking about anything and everything, the movie still playing in the background.

you leaned against jack, who’d been oddly quiet since winning his ‘argument’ with luke. you looked up at him, only to see him already looking at you.

“hi,” you whispered, narrowing your eyes.

“hey,” jack responded, though he sounded a little distracted.

“why’re you looking at me like that?” you asked, tilting your head in his direction.

he shook his head, his hand coming up to play with a strand of your hair. you froze up for half a second, forgetting that you had dyed it. you gauged jack’s reaction, but it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

his finger twirled around a dyed strand, a thoughtful expression on his face as he played with it idly.

“you don’t like it?” you cringed.

“huh? no, y/n, i like it,” he assured you, blinking back to reality. “trust me, i really like it. you look hot. well, you always do. you look more hot. it suits you.”

you smiled a little, the relief you felt practically overwhelming you. you didn’t say anything, only curled a little closer to jack. he understood perfectly, kissing the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you.

your eyes met quinn’s, who was wiggling his eyebrows and motioning towards jack.

you rolled your eyes, even though there was a fond smile on your face. ‘thank you,’ you mouthed.

quinn nodded, because there was nothing else to be said. you were family. he’d do anything for family.

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some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too · 1 year

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hi!! can i request where the reader paints their nails for fun?

i would love to see darry but i know you aren’t 100% comfortable what him tho- so sodapop or dally would be perfect as well ❤️❤️

love your writing :)

A/N: i actually really like this idea!! it was a little hard to not be repetitive since they’d all be pretty similar imo but i tried my best

Painting their nails…

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Darry would let you paint his nails any colour but he would secretly be hoping that it was either black or white nail polish. he’d sit still while you did them and just fill you in on his day. He wouldn’t take them off until he absolutely had to and if anyone asked him why he had his nails painted he’d be proud to announce that his S/O did it

Ponyboy would let you paint his nails but this boy cannot sit still to save his life, he’ll end up getting you to do one hand one day and the other hand the next day. he wouldn’t mind a colour but he just couldn’t make up his mind what one he wants! once you do them he’ll probably keep them on until they start to chip then he’ll take them off

Sodapop is an absolute sweetheart. He’ll let you do his nails but he just can’t sit still so you’ll want to have plenty of remover to clean them up. he’d probably want a blue or red to match his DX uniform, don’t ask me why I just think he would!

Dally wouldn’t be into getting his nails painted. if you made him sit down to paint them he will just throw a hissy fit the entire time and once you are done will take them off immediately. i mean he has a rep! he can’t ruin it by having his nails done!

Two-Bit would just be glad that it’s actual nail polish not what his little sister has. He’d probably start judging how you were doing them and just end up doing them himself. then he’d do your nails for you! he would leave them painted and be proud to announce that his S/O did them but he’d be bored of them within a week.

Steve would be hesitant to let you paint his nails and would only let you paint them black. he’s a whiny little shit and would complain about it taking so long. he would leave them on for a day max because soda would tease him too much.

Johnny wouldn’t mind but would be a little hesitant. he’d still let you do them cause he’s sweet like that though. he would actually sit still while you did them though! he’d keep them on for a while but if anyone teased him or anything like that he’d want to take them off.

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PLEASE CALL ME [01]

a/n part 1 out of idk.. anyways this was so heavily inspired by phoebe bridger’s songs.. i’m so obsessed with her (=´∀｀) oh and also by a book i finished a long time ago but haven’t gotten over lol. i tried writing this in 3rd person pov but tbh it’s hard for me to display emotion in my writing if it’s 3rd person cus it’s like giving u instructions on how to feel 😭. I KNOW ITS 2023 OKAY I KNOW WE DONT LIKE 1ST PERSON ANYMORE BUT PLS LET ME HAVE MY MOMENT

warnings/tags barely proofread (i tried), if yall don’t like tis i’ll probably discontinue it LOL, childe x implied f!reader, sfw.

listen to chinese satellite by phoebe bridgers.

“Good morning.” Ajax is speaking to you, voice low. “It's a hot day.”

You were shivering, actually. Mornings were always cold no matter what the temperature was. Nevertheless, you nod and agree with him anyway. “Yup, isn’t it?”

You two were standing outside your house, waiting for the other to initiate the walking, to which you end up doing it. He follows behind, the path too narrow to fit the two of you—this was a familiar sound. Heavy footsteps you could only recognise to be Ajax’s only two metres behind you. You don’t need to turn around to know he’s staring at the back of your head.

Such a nostalgic feeling, you think. You and him have been passing by the same trees and the same brown-cream coloured houses for 5 years now.

“Can you believe that we’re graduating in two months?”

He doesn’t answer.

You repeat the question again and he finally responds. You turn around, curious as to what had gotten him so distracted; his phone is in his hand, he’s looking into it and it’s pointing at you—his bright yellow phone case pales in comparison to the smile he has on his face.

“Not even going to let me pose?”

“You don’t need to do that. Your morning face is enough.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You’re pretty when you wake up.”

It’s 6 in the morning. Ajax was never one to think before he speaks, especially when the sun had just risen 5 minutes prior. You ignore what he says, assuming he just couldn’t tell that isn’t something you say to friends.

“Sure.”

—

It’s 8:27 am. You’ve been sitting through an hour of English, and you swear you thought the subject couldn’t get any more boring than when it was in middle school. You’re spinning your blue MUJI 0.5 tip pen between your middle and index finger, ultimately failing after 5 seconds and letting it drop to the floor. It rolls away, farther than you could bend and reach for—a soft metal clinking sound is heard when you realise it’s hit someone’s chair.

The red and black coloured backpack on the floor next to the chair made it obvious where your pen had gone and who’s chair it hit.

You whisper-yell, “Hey, can you pick that up?”

Ajax turns around and looks at you and then the floor. You’re thankful as he picks up the pen, but then quickly confused as to why he just turns forward again—keeping your pen at his desk.

—

YOU: It feels as though the evening has been stretched, like time is in slow motion and not in a good way; because I’m looking at Ajax sitting across from me and we have not spoken. I have a cup of coffee in my right hand, much too sweet for my own taste; a cat drawn from the latte art I don’t remember requesting. I’m very sure I asked for a bunny. I’m very sure. I think I left my Math textbook in class. The trees look really lively or something like that, I don’t really know, I am making sure to look away from Ajax because I know he’s staring.

“What?”

“What what?” He acts like he wasn’t just staring at me for the past 5 minutes. “Is there a problem?”

“My problem is that you’re being weird today.”

His mouth is agape, too dramatic to be genuine. “That’s rude.”

I don’t know what to reply to him now, knowing that he’ll just continue acting stupid. My shoes squeak against the wooden flooring as I lean back in my chair, it’s evening now and I’m so exhausted. People from the high school three streets away from ours are filling the tiny place up, passing by our table and some stare at Ajax as they do. The oak tables that were empty just a half hour ago are now full of teenagers, this whole place is infested with us; behind, left and right.

It’s not weird for people to stare at Ajax when we’re out together. It’s not like he’s a celebrity or anything, but somehow every girl I know has heard of him or has heard of him from someone who has heard of him. It’s a big chain of people I find impossible to keep track of. If you mentioned his name anywhere, someone would definitely go “you know him too?”.

I’m drinking my tea slowly and quietly. A group of girls are laughing so loud my eardrums could burst. Another group of girls walk in and the familiar bell sound of the café entrance rings, and it’s no surprise they know Ajax too; he smiles at them, I can’t tell if out of politeness, when they walk by. They’re giggling to themselves and I can’t help but feel a bit lost.

“What’s wrong with you today?” He’s asking me as if multiple things aren’t wrong with him. Suddenly, I’m the one with the problems.

I don’t bother anymore, I think about that moment minutes ago over and over again and I have no idea what to make of it. That giggle wasn’t a “what a coincidence” giggle, more like a teasing sort, the kind your friends do when your crush talks to you.

“Nothing is wrong with me.” I’m lying. “I’m gonna go home.”

He is so clueless, so oblivious to everything it is paining me. Oblivious to the amount of girls that are looking his way in this very establishment, at this very moment in time. It makes me almost angry, somewhat, that he doesn’t know.

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AJAX: It is 7 P.M. and dark out. I think she’s angry but she’s just slouching over, but I get some sort of sensing that she will explode if I try to talk to her.

“Helllooo.” I’m next to her now, and she doesn’t want to reply to me; her eyes are on mine, eyebrows furrowed and clearly sending a message: Don’t even say anything.

I feel myself smiling because she looks very adorable. She is much shorter than I am. When she’s angry, I’m never able to take her seriously. I don’t think I ever have. Oftentimes in her fits of anger I am caught admiring her, smiling because I think she is so dramatic. When we were 15 she once yelled at me for using her charger, and apparently ‘making her phone charge slower’. She is one of the angriest and most short tempered people I know, yet I think she pulls off the frustrated pout and narrowed eyes very well. It doesn’t matter much to me.

“I’m not gonna ask what’s up with you because you got mad when I did.”

She looks forward again and we are still walking. Her house is still a few blocks down. I think she’s getting tired, too. I shouldn’t have dragged her to get milk tea with me. This path is too narrow to fit the two of us.

I walk in front of her and I can hear her tongue clicking out of annoyance. I bend down and stretch my arms, “Get on my back”.

I feel weight shifting onto my upper back, her long hair is tickling my neck but I don’t mind. Her arms are tired, slow in their movements as they wrap around me too, her head on my right shoulder and she does not say a word in all of it.

“Thank you.” she is whispering to me a few minutes later, and I think I am getting tired too. My legs want to give out. They don’t because I don’t let them.

It’s another 10 minutes and I’m at her front door, unlocking it using the key in her wallet; her parents are on the couch and watching TV and I start to wonder what this would look like to them.

“Ajax?” Her mother turns her head around and is surprised to see me, considering I wasn’t calling to say I was coming over. I haven’t done that in months.

“Is she okay?”

“She’s just tired, that’s all.” I tell her and I try my best not to speak too loud in case the girl on my back wakes up. I can feel her breaths on my back, slow and controlled. I bring her upstairs to her room and I lay her on her bed. Her room has changed quite a bit since I had last been in it, her desk is much more organised than it was a few months ago.

I found myself rejecting her invitations to hang out in her room over the summer break.

I think if I were to be alone in a room with her for too long I would end up blurting it out. I would tell her I’ve loved her since we started being friends, and she’d kick me out of her house and never talk to me again. But now she’s sleeping and I think I’m okay, so I pull her blankets over her and whisper; “Goodnight, I love you”.

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YOU: I have no idea what day it is. I feel sticky. I look around and after a few seconds I sigh out of relief, realising this is my house, and these are my bedsheets. I don’t remember how I got here, though, my uniform is still on and the last thing I can recall is me on Ajax’s back.

I reach for my phone but realise it’s dead. A post-it note is next to my nightstand, ‘You’re welcome for the ride back. Call me when you wake up You owe me’, and on the bottom right corner there is an ugly and disproportionate cat drawn.

He didn’t even have the courtesy to remove my socks for me, but I guess that’s fair because I don’t think I’d go anywhere near his feet either.

I plug my phone into my charger and wait. I don’t know if he wants me to call him, but I think I should, I want to.

28 days later and i’m back with this shitty fic — 130423

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kxhbee · 1 year

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Love From You

Part Two

~ Rowan Laslow x Reader

~ Friends to lovers

~ Fluff, light angst

~ 1,913 words

~ You fell first but Rowan fell harder

~ Not my best work

Key:

~ Y/N: YOUR NAME

~ Y/L/N: YOUR LAST NAME

~ A/N: AUTHORS NOTE

God this is so awkward.

“Is it true?”

“What?”

“You don’t look like an outcast to me.”

“What?” He says again.

“Is your vocabulary limited?”

“No.”

“A new word!! We’re getting somewhere.”

Silence.

Why did I insult him what the fuck was I thinking???

“Sorry, that was rude.”

“No, it’s okay.”

More silence.

“Sorry again. The fall you took was pretty rough. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Thanks. You’re pretty strong.”

“You’re not here because of the fall, are you?”

“No! No, I’m here for a new asthma pump.”

“Oh, good. I’d feel bad if I sent you to the nurse.”

Even more silence.

“So… what brings you here? Are you just here for me?” He winces. “Sorry, that came out wrong.��

You laugh.

He’s so cute.

“Don’t worry, I’m here to get more pills.”

He raises an eyebrow. “What for?”

“Oh, the usual, getting high, penis enlargement, anti-anxiety.” You laugh again. “Just for headaches. nothing special.”

“Oh. Okay.”

More silence. It’s not uncomfortable silence, something about him makes the silence comfortable.

“Oh! right, introductions. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I’m Rowan Laslow.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Rowan Laslow.” You grin at him, and he shoots a smile back before putting his head down, almost as if he’s shy.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N, Y/L/N.”

“So… back to the start of our conversation.” You sit down next him before continuing. “What makes you think you’re an outcast?”

He doesn’t answer straight away.

Did I overstep?

You’re about to apologise but he starts speaking again before you get a chance.

“I… don’t have many friends.” He begins. “The closest person I have is Xavier Thorpe, and he’s just a roommate. I’m not good at any extra-curricular activities and I spend my time in the library studying my subjects so I can at least be good at one thing. I’ve got asthma… which means I can’t even do fencing like everyone else. I’m an outcast no matter where I go, which I never thought would be possible in Nevermore of all places. I don’t live up to the standards of how I should be. Do you know what the name Laslow means?”

You shake your head.

“It means glorious ruler. I’m not a ruler nor am I glorious. I’m just… a guy in the background.”

You take this in. You weren’t expecting him to open up that much. You guess you took too long to respond, because he starts talking again.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I opened up to you that much…” He looks into your eyes. You’re so close that can see every detail in his. The colour, a beautiful green and blue mix that you can finally see. The way his pupils dilate slightly as you take in a shuddering breath, your face inching slightly closer to his. The mole underneath his left eye that’s oddly kissable, the way his glasses sit on his nose, a light red mark a little further down his nose from where his glasses sit, but you can tell that they were sitting there for quite some time.

This really isn’t the time to be admiring him, you do that enough in class. Right now you need to say something comforting instead of falling into a fantasy.

“I don’t know either.” Wait. No. That sounds mean. Say something else. This is really not the time to be stunned into silence. “But I’m glad that you did.” Would it be weird to pull him into a hug?

“Really?”

“Really. Listen… I understand where you’re coming from. It’s hard to feel like you don’t fit in, and it’s not an easy fix. I can’t just tell you to start thinking positively and then boom all your troubles are gone. But one thing that I know for sure is that you’re not as much as an outcast as you think you are.”

“What makes you say that?”

“It’s a school for outcasts, there’s no way you’re going to graduate from here without finding someone who you click with. Whether that’s your roommate or the stranger that you opened up to in the nurse’s office who has wanted to talk to you for months but never managed to find a time. There’s going to be someone.”

His eyes widen.

“You? You want to be my friend?”

Or more. Preferably more.

“Of course I do! I sit near you in nearly every class trying to work out what to say… I even wrote notes.” You remember that you have your bag with you. “Wait… do you want to read some of them?”

“…what?”

“The notes I wrote for you in class… I kept them all in my bag.” You unzip a small compartment in your bag and pull out a rather large pile of folded up notes. Each one has the name Rowan written on the front.

“Oh… so you weren’t lying just to cheer me up.”

“Of course not! here, I think this is the first one I wrote. Or one of the first ones.” You hand him a note that’s more crumpled than the others. Like the other notes, his name is written on the front, but the ink is smudged from the old pen you used to use that never dried properly and bled all over your history work.

“They started back at the beginning of Ms Thornhill’s class.” You fidget nervously with your fingernails, watching rowan unfold the paper.

God this better not scare him away.

Rowan

I think that’s how you spell your name. I only heard it on the roll so I’m guessing.

You look unbelievably cute nice attractive god just pick one, y/n. cool :)

My name is y/n, we’re in a few classes together but I never have an excuse to talk to you. So now I’m writing notes instead of listening to Ms Thornhill tell us very important information on plants. I’ll probably never end up giving these to you, but I want to write my feelings out as much as I can.

I’ve heard a few people say that you’re weird, and I know that you heard them, it shows on your face. Honestly I think they should all go suck a dick jump off a cliff fuck themselves. No one here has any place to call someone else weird. There’s fucking vampires and mermaids here. Everyone is weird. Don’t let it get to your head.

I’m running out of space, but I hope I can say this to you one day.

Love From y/n <3

Rowan folds the paper over again. He stares blankly at it, then, before you can say anything, he clears his throat.

“Can I um… can I please keep these?” He looks back into your eyes, and you can see that his are laced with tears.

“Yeah… of course you can. But don’t you wanna read the rest?”

He swipes at his eyes, looking away, flustered.

“I do, but I don’t want to cry in front of you.”

Fuck it.

Before you have time to overthink, your left hand reaches up and rests on his face. Before you can get a reaction, you turn his head towards you. His cheeks are flushed pink and he looks deep into your eyes once again. His hand grasps at something urgently at his side, not taking his eyes away from yours. He finally finds what he needs and he awkwardly brings his hand up, which you realise is holding his asthma pump, to his mouth, taking a few breaths before lowering it.

“That was fucking adorable.”

Shit. You just verbalised your thoughts. Rowan chuckles lightly and oh my god he is so kissable. That’s taking a bit too many steps though, so instead of jumping up 10 levels at a time in the first conversation you’ve ever had with him, you move your hands down his neck to rest on his shoulders before pulling him into a hug.

If we’re being honest, you could’ve easily hugged him without the subtle trace down the neck, but you wanted to see how he would react. And my god how he delivered. His skin shivered at your touch, and you couldn’t help but smile at it.

He’s tense in your hug at first, but then you feel his shoulders relax and his hands trace their way around your back, overlapping as he brings you closer to his body. He digs his face into the crook of your neck and you can feel him melt into your arms.

“You’re allowed to cry.” You whisper. “Don’t be scared to show your emotions. I’m here.” He shivers again at the feeling of your breath against his ear.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

So he lets go of the tight grip that was crushing his heart. He lets the tears fall from his eyes, landing on your uniform. They keep falling, and his body heaves with every shuddering breath he takes. You pull him as close as you can, using one hand to take off his glasses so he can get more comfortable.

Neither of you know how much time passed. You don’t care. All you care about is Rowan.

The crying starts to slow down. You try to find his asthma pump, getting ready for when he needs it. You don’t pull away. You stay hugging him for as long as he needs. He sniffs and brings his head up reluctantly. His breaths are still a bit off, so you bring the asthma pump up to his face.

“Thank you…” He mumbles, taking it from you and pumping it a few times. He looks even more disheveled than before. His hair is messy, his face is pale, the underneaths of his eyes are red from the tears and rubbing of his eyes, there’s faint tear stains running down his face, and his glasses are off to the side of the seat. Despite the lack of his usual up kept appearance, you can feel your face flush as he hurriedly puts the glasses back on his face. He looks really tired. Fair enough though, crying takes a lot of energy.

“I know we only just met… but this was really important to me. Thank you. So much.” He grins at you, and you can see the happiness coming into his face. He even fixes up his posture.

“Really, Laslow, it’s no problem. I’m just glad that I decided to come get my pills Today instead of Tomorrow.” You stand up from the seat, feeling the pins and needles all over your body.

“Are you leaving?” He asks, sadly. He’s like a lost puppy, you never wanna leave them.

“We’re leaving. Come on, you look tired. I’ll walk you to your dorm.” You hold out your hand and he reluctantly takes it, standing up and stretching.

“You can put these in your pocket or bag by the way. If you still wanna keep them that is.” You nod towards the pile of notes, and when you go to pick them up you stop. There’s an extra weight on your hand. You look down and Rowan is still holding onto your hand from helping him up. He looks down too and immediately lets go.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that I just wasn’t thinking properly and-“ You cut him off by tucking the notes into his bag and taking his hand in yours again.

“Don’t apologise.” You smile at him. “Now, where’s your dorm?”

#rowan laslow #calum ross #rowan laslow x reader #rowan x reader #love from you #wednesday #rowan laslow fanfic

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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Meeting - J.Q

hello my loves, i hope you’re all well! so. i’m sorry this has such a shitty ending but i wanted it to be out so i hope you all enjoy this because i’ve been working really hard, thank you for your patience my loves! series masterlist

you had a 2 year old daughter, Lizzie, and she was the light of your life. you weren't going to lie being a single mum of a two year old was hard. some days you wanted to give up but you knew you couldn't because you loved her so much. you'd recently started looking at different nurseries for Lizzie. nursery meant you wouldn't have to pay for baby sitters every day and it meant she would start making friends and interacting with other kids her own age.

Lizzie was a very shy little girl and hated when she had to spend the day with her baby sitter so that thought was always in the back of your mind, would she even enjoy school? today you'd taken the day off work so you could go look at a nursery with Lizzie for the first time. you wanted her to see where she would be going so she could get used to it and hopefully not be as shy as she normally is.

"you excited to see your new nursery love?" you asked her as you glanced at her in the rear view mirror. she was the most beautiful child in the entire world and yes people may call you biased because she was yours but you didn't care, she was beautiful. now Lizzie could say phrases like 'thank you' which always came out as 'tank you', she would always say 'peas' which was 'please', 'juice' and so many others. the whole way to the nursery Lizzie was 'singing' along to songs from 'The Princess and the Frog' which was always so sweet to hear.

that was by far her favourite Disney film and it was also yours too. you didn't wanna overwhelm Lizzie by taking her to more than two nurseries. if this one perfect for her she would hopefully be going there. you arrived at the nursery 15 minutes later and you were honestly very nervous. starting nursery was a big thing and with her being so young you were worried she may not make friends or she'll be to shy to go. you just prayed her teacher was nice.

having a nice teacher always made school somewhat bearable and all you wanted for Lizzie was for her to enjoy herself. you and Lizzie walked hand-in-hand to the entrance and you were welcomed in with all different pieces of art work which the children had obviously made and then there was pictures of some of the staff. the head teacher, the deputy head and then a few others for the older years.

you were greeted by the the receptionist who led you to through the school to where the nursery room was. Lizzie's grip on your hand tightened as she got more and more nervous. the receptionist opened the door for you and you saw about 15 children who were sat at different tables playing with finger paints, all the children had different colours on their hands from blues to reds to greens. they all ranged from ages 2-4.

you looked around to find the teacher and you saw him kneeling down with a few children, complimenting their work. you heard a little "wow that's beautiful. is that for your mummy?" from him then a small "yes" from the little girl next to him. the receptionist coughed and this pulled the teacher out of his 'teaching' and he looked up from the small desk. "Mr.Quinn, this is Miss.Y/L/N. she's here for the tour and meeting about her daughter joining your class. i hope you didn't forget Mr.Quinn"

he stood up and walked over to you, as he got closer he stuck out his hand so you could shake it. "hi nice to meet you, i'm Mr.Quinn. of course i didn't forget Miss.Philips, i'd never forget." he smiled brightly at you, "nice to meet you, i'm y/n" you shook hands and smiled before looking down and Lizzie. Joseph bent down so he was now eye level with her. "you must be Lizzie, pretty name for a pretty girl" he said, sending her a small smile. she dug her face into your leg and blushed brightly, her shyness completely taking over her.

you let your hand run through her hair as you smiled down at her. "you gonna say hello to Mr.Quinn sweetheart" you whispered to her, hoping that she would at least say hello. "hi" she whispered to him as she dug her face into your leg. "she's quite shy, it takes time for her to get used to people" you watched as he stood back up to make eye contact with you and smiled so you knew he understood. Miss.Philips had not long left so now it was time for the tour of the nursery room. it was pretty big, filled with toys and different equipment for the children to play with.

you followed Joseph around the nursery and listened as he spoke about the different things he would do when Lizzie was at school. their day would consist of listening to Joseph as he read a few books to the class after registration, then they would play some games to develop their speaking and listening skills and then they could play with the toys that were scattered around the room. as you listened to Joseph speak you could hear how much he loved his job. he seemed so interested and passionate about teaching and that's all you wanted for Lizzie. a teacher who cared.

Lizzie also listened to Joseph as he spoke and started to come out of her shell a little bit. she wasn't cowering behind you as much as before and she didn't hold onto your leg now, she was holding your hand and walking beside you instead of behind you. "now i understand Lizzie here is quite shy and most kids are but i assure you if you decide to put her in this nursery she'll be fine. i'll be here every day and if she needs you i can call you." he said, easing your worries about her being shy.

being shy wasn't a bad thing but when it was practically taking over her life to where she didn't befriend any of your friends kids who were her age you worried a lot. she only ever really spoke to you and when she was comfortable enough some of your family members but that was it. you wanted her to have a bit more confidence and putting her in this nursery seemed like the best option. it was sanitary, it was filled with what seemed like loving children who were happy to make friends and she would have an amazing teacher who would look after her.

you turned back to him after looking around the room once more. just because you liked it didn't mean Lizzie did and you wanted her to feel as comfortable as possible. "would it be okay if you gave us a few minutes? i don't wanna push her into anything and i'd rather ask her how she feels about-" "that's fine, take all the time you need. i'll come over in a bit when you're ready" he smiled, walking back over to the children who were getting exited over their paintings and drawings.

you kneeled down to be eye level with Lizzie and smiled softly. "how are you feeling about here Liz?" you asked, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear and stroking her cheek softly. she leaned into your touch and smiled at you. "don't know" she whispered, her eyes darting around the room as she took it all in. "okay sweetheart. we can think about it over the next couple of days and let them know soon?" you questioned, not wanting to overwhelm her into making a decision today. she simply nodded and put her arms out so you could pick her up.

you smiled and then picked her up, walking over to Joseph who noticed you were leaving. "thank you for everything Mr.Quinn. i'll be in touch" you said, shaking his hand one more time. "it was lovely to meet you, i hope to be seeing you soon Lizzie" he said, sending her a gentle smile. she waved at him and with that you walked out of the classroom, back to the entrance of the school.

over the next couple of days you asked Lizzie if she liked that one school and she nodded her head every time. you knew she meant it so this meant you didn't have to look around any other nurseries, she wanted to go to that one and that was perfect. it was the closest one to your work and the hours were very flexible, meaning you could drop her off and pick her up at any time (within reason).

you had told the school that you wanted to enrol Lizzie into Mr.Quinn's class and they said she could start on Monday. that gave you 2 days to prepare as it was a Saturday. you were nervous but also exited to see Lizzie finally start nursery but again the nervousness of her being lonely was always there. you knew Mr.Quinn would take care of her but you always worried, no matter where you were, if you were away from her you worried.

Monday morning rolled around a lot quicker then you'd hoped and today was the day Lizzie would be starting nursery. you woke her up at 7:30 and she had to be there for 8:30. the nursery itself opened at 7:30 but they could arrive from anytime between 7:30 and 9. you had work at nine so 8:30 was the best time.

you walked into her bedroom and walked towards her bed, seeing her snuggled up with the toy rabbit she'd had since she was a baby. it was a gift from your mum and dad and it was her favourite toy ever. she couldn't sleep without it. you gently pushed the hair that had fallen on her face off and kissed her forehead. "Lizzie, you have to get up sweetheart" you whispered, stroking her cheek softly. she stirred slightly but didn't open her eyes, it was obvious she was still asleep.

"baby you have to get up." you whispered again, this time she opened her eyes, groaning as she stretched her muscles awake. "morning Liz, you sleep okay love?" you asked, the stroking on her cheek not stopping. "was okay mama" she replied, her lips pouting as she started sitting up. "i know it's early but you have nursery sweetheart and we have to get you ready" you smiled. she got out of bed and put her arms up so you could pick her up. you abided and picked her up, hugging her close to you.

you walked out of her room and into the kitchen which was just down the hallway from her bedroom. you lived in a two bedroom flat which was perfect for the two of you. it was homely and it was decorated to fit your style and you just loved it. you worked as an estate agent which wasn't too bad and you only had 3 clients today and a few meetings meaning you didn't have to work late. you usually finished around 5 but today you would finish around 3 so that wasn't to bad. the nursery closed at 6:30pm so even if you did have to work till 5, Lizzie would be safe at nursery still.

you set her down in her chair at the table which was in the kitchen, with the table being in the kitchen it meant you could keep an eye on her. you already had her breakfast ready and on the kitchen counter so you brought it to her and she immediately started eating. slowly, because of how early it was, Lizzie finished her breakfast and was finally starting to wake up.

once she had fully finished her breakfast, you picked her back up and walked to the bathroom. you brushed her teeth, brushed her hair and then put her on the floor so she could walk to her room. you were luckily already dressed and had your hair and makeup done so you didn't have to do much except grab your bag and put on your shoes.

you had about twenty minutes before you had to leave so you decided to get her dressed and let her watch a bit of Bluey before leaving for nursery. you dressed her in leggings and a jumper with some converse, it was a simple but comfortable outfit. you didn't want her to be uncomfortable on her first day of nursery so this was definitely the right outfit choice.

"come on sweetheart, you can go watch Bluey before we leave" you said, standing up from your kneeling position before putting your hand out to she could grab it. she took ahold of your hand and you both walked to the living room, your nerves were growing by the second. you didn't know why but you felt like an awful mum. putting her in a nursery just felt weird, maybe it was because it was the first time she'd be in an environment with a teacher and other students but you couldn't put your finger on it.

after about 15 minutes you decided it was best to leave now to avoid the traffic so you quickly slipped on your heels and grabbed both your handbag and Lizzie's small back pack before walking back into the living room where she was practically in a trance from the show playing on the Tv.

"Liz sweetheart, it's time to go" you said, running a hand through her hair. she turned to look at you before nodding, pushing herself off of the sofa. you switched off the tv and took ahold of her hand, grabbing your keys as you passed the bowl which was by the front door. "you excited for nursery baby?" you got into the lift and clicked the floor to the car park.

"mhm" even though you were her mum she still got a little shy when she was around you. you thought maybe she was getting nervous as well, she would be in a completely different environment from what she was used to. "it'll be great sweetheart. you're gonna make so many friends" you were trying to lighten the mood. you didn't want her to be nervous because you knew if she begged you not to go in when you were at the door you would instantly break.

once the lift had come to a stop and the door opened showing the car park. you and Lizzie walked hand in hand to your car which wasn't to far away from the lift. you strapped Lizzie into her car seat then walked round to the drivers side of the car.

as you were driving to the nursery your nerves grew. you really didn't want her to go. so many thoughts were running through your mind as you tried to concentrate on getting her there safely. what if the kids there didn't like her and she was all alone the whole time she was there? what is she's to shy to talk to anyone? the negative thoughts didn't stop until you got to the nursery and that's when you started to worry.

you parked in the nursery car park and took a deep breath before walking around to Lizzie who was sat quietly in her car seat. you unclipped if before helping her out, placing her gently on the floor as she immediately grabbed ahold of your hand. it was a tight grip, like you were going to disappear any second and leave her.

"come on sweetheart, we don't want you to be late" you gently pulled her along as you made her way to her classroom. you saw Mr.Quinn standing at the door, greeting all the other nursery kids and their parents and it looked like it was only Lizzie they were waiting for. once you approached the classroom you felt emotional. you couldn't help it, you were leaving your two year old with a stranger (a teacher but for the moment he was still a stranger).

you reached the classroom door, Mr.Quinn noticing your apprehensive attitude. "good morning" you said, sending him a nervous smile. "morning" he replied, giving you a small, closed mouth smile back. you knelt down and ran your hand through her hair and then stroked her cheek softly. "okay, mummy has to go now sweetheart but, Mr.Quinn is gonna look after you and you're gonna make so many friends. remember to be good and use your manner baby"

you felt the tears welling up in your eyes as you watched her face change in confusion. she still didn't really understand that you weren't going to be there with her. she carefully wrapped her small arms around your neck and dug her head into your neck. you wrapped your arms around her small waist and pulled her into you.

"okay sweetheart, it's time for you to go in. have a lovely day and i'll pick you up later" you kissed her on her forehead before pulling away from the hug. you quickly wiped under your eyes, hoping she didn't see the tears almost falling down your face. "i love you sweetheart, have a good day"

you stood up from your kneeling position and watched as Joseph ushered her inside the nursery room, as she was walking in she turned back you you and waved as she walked making your heart melt. once she was inside with the teaching assistant who was showing her where to put her bag, Joseph turned to you. you didn't wanna leave, you kept standing there watching her as she totted around the room.

"hey, i promise it will be okay. the first day is always the hardest but she will be fine." he placed his hand on your shoulder comfortingly. "i just feel bad. she's only two and i feel like i'm already pushing her away from me. i don't wanna leave her". Joseph understood you entirely. he watched so many parents in the same situation as you and every single time he felt bad.

"look, it's only for a couple of hours and then you will be with her again. i promise i won't let anything happen to her" his words sounded meaningful and not sarcastic at all. you looked at him and saw truth and reassurance in his eyes. you nodded, turning your head to try and find Lizzie one last time before you went to work and you found her with another girl who looked around her age, playing with the small fake kitchen making you smile at her finally coming out of her shell.

"thank you. i really appreciate it. i've gotta go to work so i'll see you later" after he sent you another small smile you left, finally leaving your baby girl. you made it to your car, still worrying but not as much after Mr.Quinn’s reassurance. you knew your baby girl was in safe hands and you couldn’t wait to pick her up and hear all about her day.

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sandwichfordinner · 2 years

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Can I request Emil and Eda (together and romantically) being in a poly! Relationship with s/o who is a witch with so many cats at the mannor !!!!(scenario please)

Emil and Ada in a poly!relationship with a witch s/o who is a cat lover (headcanons and scenarios)

Being with Emil and Ada is such a chill.

The three of you almost don’t argue and understand each other pretty easily. Especially Ada knows the best for you two.

The moment the two of them saw you, they felt their cheeks heat up. A cute (or hot idk) witch taking care of cats.

You were like a mini version of Ann but without being a witch.

It took them some time for the both of them to confess.

,,Uhm.. Ada? Can I tell you something?’’

,,Yes, what is it?’’

,,Um please don’t get mad at me but I think I like Y/N, t-the witch.. But I love you too! I don’t know how to explain it.. Its really weird loving two people.. I don’t want to leave you thought! Do you.. understand?’’ He was trying explain.

Ada stayed silent.

,,Emil.. I was thinking the same thing..’’

Both of them were shocked,

,,So does that mean.. That we love each other but we like the same person too?’‘

,,That is correct.. But is it even possible..?’’

After some talk, Ada did the first move.

It was an awkward confession.

She stuttered a little when she was confessing you , Emil did try helping her too (he stuttered even more).

You were watching them trying to confess , Ada In front of you , Emil behind her.

You laughed and thought it was adorable.

,,Of course I accept the both of you as my boyfriend and girlfriend.’’

They were speechless.

Emil’s face turned red and Ada had a red blush on her face.

,,B-but is this even possible?! Three people dating??’’

,,It is! Everything is possible’’ you chuckled.

That’s how it happened..

Now back to the main part.

Emil did love Ada and you. Both of you were his cure.

Ada isn’t much of a cat person, she’s actually not even a fan of animals but she has one favourite cat. It’s the British shorthair.

Most of your cats are from the street looking , you weren’t sure about their breeds. But you still loved all of them.

At the beginning of your relationship Emil and Ada were hesitant about the cats. Ada didn’t like them because they were bothering her when she was looking at some people’s documents.

Emil was easily scared.

He tried to pet the most grumpy of all of them.

(He didn’t know about that.)

The cat hissed at him and backed away leaving confused and hurt Emil.

,,He doesn’t like me Y/N’’

You laughed and kissed his cheek.

,,It’s okay Emil, he is always like that. He is actually the grumpiest of them all, I don’t know how you approached him. I don’t pet him that much because he bit my hand last time. So I only give him food and water.’’ You explained.

Emil smiled softly but then turned his attention to one cat..

It was a white one with black spots, from the left eye it had green colour and from the right had blue. It had pretty eyes. But it was hiding , it looked scared.

,,Hey, what’s its name?’’ He pointed at the scared cat.

You looked at where he was pointing.

,,Oh her! Her name is Bianca. She’s a really fearful cat. For the slightest sound she runs up to me and tries to hide. She’s just like that, but! She loves to be scratched under her chin. It’s her favourite spot. But she has to gain her trust in you first.’’ You explained.

He looked back at the cat.

,,She’s pretty!’’

He moved his hand carefully to her , but not petting her. She looked at his hand ,sniffed it and ran.

,,Aw..’’

You laughed. ,,Don’t worry that’s how she starts with all this friendship so called with a human.’’

When both of you were talking, Ada came in to your room.

She was holding the one of your cats.

,,This little fella was eating my lipstick. Great thing I stopped him.‘’

You got up quickly and snatched the cat from her arms.

,,Mustard! That’s very stupid of you!’’

Its chaos.

Not only Emil and Ada have to deal with the cat’s shits , but the whole manor.

When the three of you got comfortable with each other Emil became attached to the cats, it was his favourite animal. For Ada.. let’s just say she’s natural with them. Doesn’t really pay attention to them.

Since you’re a witch, sometimes you make spells in your room. Healing spells mostly.

Emil and Ada LOVES watching you doing potions.

Imagine while you’re making potions the whole room is filled with cats and there is just Emil and Ada.

One of the cats tried to drink some kind of potion you haven’t tested on anyone. Glad it was Emil who saved it.

Ada loves reading those books about spells.

She even tried doing a potion with you.

The first three times was a fail but at the fourth try the both of succeed.

You gave Ada a kiss on the lips before going back to work leaving her with a little blush on her face.

With Emil the both of you like feeding the cats and playing with them.

,,I haven’t told you that but this cat looks kinda like you’’ you giggled.

,,Hey! It doesn’t even look like me!’’ He laughed.

Emil LOVES being cuddled by you or Ada.

His favourite spot to be kissed are on his forehead , nose and hands. He loves on the lips too.

For Ada she loves neck kisses. She leaves lipstick there ;)

Sometimes you and Emil forget that she has lipstick when she kisses you on the necks and later on other people ask what’s with the lipstick on your necks. That shit makes the both of you embarrassed.

By the way I totally forgot about that. When the three of you share a bed prepared to be sandwiched. None of you guys care who is gonna be. Emil loves being sandwiched, Ada loves being sandwiched, you love being sandwiched so it’s all good.

Overall having them as a boyfriend and girlfriend is the best.

#identity v x reader #idv x reader #idv hcs #identity v oneshots #identity v emile x reader #identity v emile #identity v emil #emil x reader idv #idv ada #ada mesmer #ada mesmer x reader #emil mesmer #ada x reader

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slashingdisneypasta · 5 months

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I couldn't decide whether to send a flirt for Kingston, or send thirst asks for him... So I decided both just like you did with Moony XD

- What does Kingston look like? I know he's a kangaroo toon, but how do his features balance out? Is he more like Tax Avery's wolf with a human body and animal head, or does he possess more kangaroo features? And where is he on the height scale, too? Like a really tall toon like Jessica or one of the shorter toons like Roger and the weasels?

- How does he flirt and what kind of game does he have? I know he's a married man, but- I need to know XD

- Following that pipeline, how does he like his kisses? Tongue or no tongue?

- In general, what is he like in a relationship? I know him and Rena are pretty toxic, but if he wasn't with her, could he maintain a normal relationship (as normal as a Vegas Mob Boss can get XD)? Would he still be pretty mean to his S/O even if they were a more loving person?

- You mentioned that Kingston is an insecure, badass psychopath... How does that play into his relationships? Like- if he saw a guy talking up to his girl at a bar or something, would he make a show of who she belonged to? Would he get passive-aggressive about it? Would he just deck the guy? Possessive sex when they get home like Feral!Moony?

Ok that got a bit more than just thirsty at the end, i apologize XD don't feel obligated to answer any of these if you don't want to, of course ^^

GAHHHHHHHH YES! KINGSTON! HERE WE GO!-

Kingston's Looks: i had to dig out an old drawing of him i did a long time ago here XDD

As a toon kangaroo: The Kangroo gang are as kangaroo as the Toon Patrol are weasels. So, about the same size (A bit taller). Kingston is a few inches taller then Wheezy and he's mostly a dark dark brown colour (Shown below) except for his throat, chest and underbelly which are a lighter peanutbutter sort of colour (Also shown below). He wears a light blue fedora with a navy blue ribbon and has an eyepatch (Being a crazy person, he did a crazy thing, and thats how he lost his eye XD Perhaps more on this later). His eye is brown.

As a human: While in human form he is about 6'3. His short, rough (Meaning uncared for, split-end riddled) hair is that dark sort of ashy brown colour his shoulders and back are in kangaroo form and his eye is a dark dark green in human form. He generally wears a black suit (Like, all black. Blazer, button up shirt, pants, etc. All black) with his blue fedora but he doesn't look particularly fancy 😅 The jacket is old and thin, he doesn't wear a tie, and the shirt is often undone at the top.

Ryan can sometimes get Kingston to dress up, but even then its just a nicer button up (Like a teal colour or sometimes red).

Kingstons flirt game: Let me be clear, Kingston can flirt, yes XD Just not with Rena, funny enough, so you would never know unless he want interested in you. You would think he's awkward and incapable of acting charming- ever. But you would be wrong, its just his wife he's awkward and non-charming with. 🤷‍♀️ (She has the same problem with him)

He's not a playboy-type or anything and he's not the smoothest person ever, or particularly sleazy, but he he knows what he wants and can make it clear 😏 .

He makes the person he's into feel special, cuz he's pretty mean mostly- but not to them. To them he's almost f u n. Teasing them but also making them feel safe. Or, at least it would make you feel safe, if he himself wasn't so scary 😅 He gives some conflicting vibes when he's into you. He's scary, but he's not acting scary. Vibe can be described as electric.

Like you're safe cuz you're with the danger, and the danger thinks you're neat, so 💪😆

Kingston kisses:

This one depends on his mood. He likes both! A good no-tongue kiss with the gal that makes him feel peace and comfort when he's pissed can be great, but a fat tongue kiss when he's feeling more psychotic/feral- can be awesome too XD

And, 😏 having been married to his highschool sweetheart since he was 18- he knows how to kiss 😏

He can turn your brain off if he wants to. And sometimes, just for kicks, he does 😏

Kingston in a relationship (Not with Rena):

Ohhhhhhhh it would be SO much more healthy!!! Yes, he's a psycho. Yes, he's insecure. Yes, he's an asshole- but as shown with how he is with Ryan (loving, appreciative, caring), he is capable of warmth and a loving relationship.

He would not be mean to them ^^ (That is reserved for Rena *cough*) He would treat them better than anyone (while still, you know, being his sometimes-insane most-of-the-time-dickhead self)! He wants his S/O to be in all his 'meetings' so they know what's going on (and to gouge their reaction- he values their instincts), he doesn't keep it from them when he's done something terrible (just admits it. They should know what they're getting into, he supposes.), he treasures his time just alone with them (date nights are non negotiable- he just loves hanging with them ^^ They keep him calm), etc. He puts in the effort to make the relationship work in his fucked up world!

Possessive/Jealous Kingston:

I think Kingston c a n become secure in a relationship (Its more his intelligence that he's overly insecure about XD Like with Jewel, if she poked fun at him for being all-brute force he'd so quickly get riled up. This man will be arguing loudly with an 11 year old because of this XDD ) BUT, if this is a relatively new relationship he w i l l get possessive. Like, these other assholes don't know you're his! He needs to let them k n o w. (And by 'other assholes'- he means pretty much everyone else in the world. He doesn't like that many people.)

So he'll be beside you m o s t of the time that he's with you. Holding your hand mostly but if someone really starts to bother him he'll wrap his arm around you, whisper shit in your ear (Not even necessarily dirty stuff, just anything that can be between the two of you in order to show your intimacy. But yeah. making you go red is also a strategy for him (: He can play you like a fiddle and he d o e s use it when he feels he's gotta (: XD ), give you cheek kisses (Lingering ones), glare heavily at the person, start playing with whatever weapon he's got with him (Switching and unswitching a switchblade with an unsettling look in his eyes, sawing against a table gently with a machete while making dark eyecontact with the person, 'casually' giving his gun a good look over as if he's checking it for faults that don't exist because it is clearly ready to go-) while having his arm still around you-- this man will even take you off to a dark corner and start making out with you slowly, gently, to everyone is aware of his claim. Yes, he'll flash whoever-it-is threatening him a dark shiny look while kissing before returning his attention to you.

With Rena he gets crazier- more violent and angry, because he's very well aware she w i l l cheat on him. With you, he's more secure.

AGHHHHH! THESE WERE SO MUCH FUN TO EXPLORE! ^^ XD I hope you like them !!!! ^^

#Kingston Kangaroo #OC #Mine #My OC

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