#NONNIE THIS SO SOFT AND WARM AHHH

[princessbiteme0o0]

Um this is like my first time asking but I have an idea which I really like so here I am asking!

So basically Ted is in theatre school with you and he your in the same class and you were paired up to do a scene of Romeo and Juliet. And there was a kissing scene you had to do.

In the evening Ted and you do into the theatre empty to practice the scene and you were really scared to do the kiss and he helps you out and then it slowly from a kiss gets more passionate and deep then… you two ended up doing the dirty in the theatre.

but during sex, he becomes more dominant and degrading like “imagine you took me like this infront of the class next week? You would look like a total whore.”

AHHH I HOPE ITS OK! and if you do it then I will give more ideas defo 💗

I adore you (and everyone that asks), having said that- this is BY FAR my favorite one 😭 Shakespeare is one of my favorite writers, along with Poe.

Thank you, Nonny and thank all of you that enjoy my writing!! It genuinely makes me SO HAPPY to see people enjoying and appreciating my writing.

Mainly for my home girl- @writingduhh 🩵🩵🩵

Having said all of that…

FIRST OF ALL- I don’t think Ted has a kinky bone in his body; I think he’s a cute lil vanilla baby, but fuck it we ball. MINORS DNI. I FEEL LIKE IT SHOULD BE OBVIOUS AT THIS POINT.

Warnings: smut, slight bullying, degradation, praise, sexual tension, arguments, (kinda enemies to lovers), slapping (not abusive- purely sexual), choking, spit kink, spanking?, fingering, p in v, creampie, breeding kink, unspoken daddy kink?, melodramatics, ‘pup’ and ‘puppy’ used (don’t judge me) but no pet play, As always, let me know if I need to add more 🩵

Shakespeare in Love (Teddy Nivison x Reader)

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She thought she was far over having to work with him on this play. She thought it would be a simple one and done; that maybe he’d have a simple two or three liner part. However, the moment she read the names next to each character, she felt her heart drop to her stomach. There it had been, in big, bold letters:

Tybalt- Kyle Jean

Capulet- Chris River

Juliet- (Y/N Y/L/N)

Romeo- Ted Nivison

She still remembers the anger that she felt at him for even auditioning, the rage directed at the casting director, the dread she felt at knowledge of the script; but like any good actress, she played it off.

So now, she sat on stage, reading over the script while waiting for mister always late. Had it have been better (and easier) circumstances, she probably wouldn’t have noticed the door to the auditorium swinging open. Her eyes lifted and met his gaze, smirk and all. She felt a heated anger drop to the pit of her stomach, but that smirk caused a different kind of warmth to drop between her thighs. Rolling her eyes where she knew he could see, she stood to her feet while looking over the script once more.

She was a tall woman, she knew that, but he was so much taller. His shadow lingered over her and when she looked up at him, he wore a goofy grin, eyes boring into her. “You ready, Pumpkin?” He asked in a mocking tone that made her eye twitch for a moment.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” She grumbled softly, glaring up at him. He reached his hand out and his fingertips ghosted over her bare shoulder and down her collarbone.

“Why not?” He pouted lightly, fingertips brushing up her neck now. “I know it feels good.” He whispered the second part, winking at her and she raised her hand to slap him, before the director scolded her.

“(Y/N)! Let’s save our emotions for the audience, hmm?” He shouted over the talking students in the room. Everyone went quiet and turned their eyes to her, making a warm blush flood her cheeks.

“You’re so cute when you blush for me.” Ted teases softly, pinching her arm.

Today is going to be a long ass day…

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She watched on with fake love in her eyes as Ted read off his lines like a beautiful poem, especially for her. He took her hand in his as he continued, voice warm and welcoming, as if it were a soft pillow for her to lie back on-

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand, this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” The words weren’t his, but the look in his eyes and the way he said it so clearly to her made her body grow warm. My character, it’s just his character speaking to mine.

“Good Pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do not touch, and hand to hand is holy palmers kiss.” She spoke skeptically, eyes watching his every move. As he moved his body closer to hers, she had to fight the urge to step back. She could practically feel the magnetic urgency trying to pull them together, but she denied it, craving the comfortability in safety. His hand carefully raised to her jaw, cupping it with a gentle palm.

“Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?” His voice was softer, careful almost, as if he was afraid of her pulling away. Taking in a sharp breath, she paused a moment, seemingly forgetting her lines- though she was quick to steady herself.

“Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.” She placed a careful hand on his chest in an attempt to push him away, but he slipped an arm around her waist, fingertips resting in the small of her back. She knew it was coming, yet the more he touched her, the harder it was to keep up the boundaries she held.

“O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.” His words were a deep rumbling whisper as his other hand slid up the side of her body. His fingertips gently massaged a path up her shoulder, her collarbone, just to rest carefully on her jawline. His thumb carefully ran over the apple of her cheeks as she struggled to find her line once more.

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.” Her mouth ran dry as he leaned forwards ever-so-slightly. She felt heat strike through her body and liquid heat pool in between her legs.

“Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.” His voice is deep rumble that vibrates her to her very core. When he leant down and pressed his lips carefully to hers, her world suddenly burst into vibrant colors, warmth immersing the room in the fireworks that flew between them. Both parties had a difficult time pulling apart, but she managed to pull away, only to realize she had a firm grip on his hair. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Ted struggled to get his line out without stuttering, “Th-Thus from my lips, by then, my sin is purged.”

His eyes didn’t leave hers for even the slightest millisecond of time and his grip around her just tightened; until the director and everyone else in the class clapped. “That was absolutely stunning.” The director calls out. Almost instantly upon realization that they weren’t alone, they quickly tore apart from each other- she was blushing madly, while Ted just wore a look of confusion.

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It was a few hours after practice and most of the staff went home, while she sat on the stage, silently going over her lines. She was reading through every detail, looking for every emotion. Lying back, she laid the script over her face, mind still flying from the previous events of the day. Suddenly, she heard the sound of footsteps and a soft shift of air around her as whoever it was sat beside her.

“Ted…” She grumbles, without even moving the script from her face. She knew it was him- of course she did, she hates him. His scent filled her nostrils and tempted to distract her.

“(Y/N)…” His voice is gentle; hearing him say her name like that was a surprise. Reaching up, he gently pulls the script away from her face. When her pretty eyes meet his, he smiles softly and just watches her for a moment. “Can we talk?”

“Hmph.” She lets out a soft puff of air and crosses her arms.

“(Y/N).” His voice is still gentle, but this time it takes on a warning tone. She looks back up at him through her lashes and sighs. Rolling her eyes, she moved to sit. “Now that you’re situated… Why do you hate me?”

“Can we just go over our lines, please?” Her eyes are silently pleading, but he just slowly nods with a soft sigh of succession.

“Where do you wanna start-“ He’s quickly cut off as she basically launches at him, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss. His mind is telling him to pull away, but everything else is telling him to pull her closer. His hands grip her hips, tight enough to leave bruises and he helps her climb into his lap. Pulling away, he looks up at her with a small smirk, “If you wanted me that bad you just needed to tell me.” He teased gently.

“If you want me at all, you’ll shut the fuck up.” She growls lowly. Raising a brow at her, he reaches behind her and places a firm slap on her rear.

“You better check your attitude with me, Sweetheart.” A squeak left her lips when he spanked her and she jumped, making her grind forward against him. Ted bit back a groan and closed his eyes. “Princess…”

The warmth in his voice and the tempting softness in his eyes made her melt right there in his lap. She was careful and hesitant with each movement she made. Exploring the new territory was terrifying, but it felt so… Right. Her lips traced along his neck, kissing and sucking every exposed inch of skin she could reach. Her canines would occasionally scrape over a patch of skin and her tongue would dart out to soothe it.

“You feel so good… Being such a good girl for me.” Ted mumbled, eyes closed and simply enjoying her sweet touches.

“You taste so good, Teddy.” She mumbles against his skin, tongue flicking out over his pulse point. “Makes me angry how good you feel.” Letting out a deep, breathy chuckle, he pries her away from him and lays her back on the stage.

“I know, Honey, I know…” He coos, pulling her shorts down her legs. His eyes settled on the wet patch on her panties, light hitting it and making it glisten in the most tantalizing way. His mouth watered at the sight. “Why don’t you let me make you feel good? Hmm? I bet you taste as beautiful as you look.” A high pitched whine leaves her lips and she grabs for him to try and pull him close again, but he denies her, instead moving his hands down her thighs and massaging the skin there. His thumbs kneaded her flesh, making her relax for him.

“There ya go, babes… That feel good?” He hums, hands creeping just slightly higher. A soft moan of relief leaves her lips.

“Yessss…” She hisses out softly, eyes fluttering shut.

“You seem to be carrying quite a bit of tension here…” He says smoothly as his hands move to the inside of her thighs and slowly creep higher. “But I think most of your tension is held here.” His fingertips brushing against the wet spot on her panties made her body jolt and a mewl sound around them, the sound bouncing off of the walls.

“Ted.” She whimpers, making him chuckle.

“Oh yeah, you’ve got so much tension… Right here.” As he finished his sentence, he gently pressed his thumb to her clit, making her back arch away from the stage and up towards him.

“Teddy!” She cries out in a lewd beg, hips moving against his hand in a desperate attempt to gain more friction. His thumb just continued to move in slow circles around her throbbing bud, making her cunt clench around nothing.

“What’s wrong, Hon? Hmm?” He teased, watching as her wetness continued to soak through her panties until she was dripping on the stage floor.

“I- I can’t- ‘S too much!” She cries out, nails digging into the skin of his forearm that she held onto for dear life. The confidence in his eyes flared and changed to a much darker expression, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Aww, does it feel too good, Pumpkin? Can’t handle feeling so good?” He mocked her in the most condescending way, but it made a whimper leave her lips as her eyes flashed open and met his. “You’re going to lay there and take it like the filthy slut you are.” He growls lowly, free hand slapping the outside of her thigh hard enough to leave a hand print, but her squeal morphed with a lewd moan of desperation.

“Yes Teddy… I- I can take- take it.” She stuttered out, legs shaking. His degrading hit her body like a truck, making her head go fuzzy. Ted nearly lost it when he saw the pure submissive state that she had slipped into, her eyes staring up at him innocently.

“Look at you, Princess…” He mumbles, pushing her panties aside and slipping his middle finger into her. Her breath caught in her throat and her lips parted in a silent moan. Her eyes locked on his as he curled his finger upwards to hit her most sensitive spot. “So fucking pretty.”

“Ted-“ She tries to speak, but he quickly shushes her. He slipped his ring finger into her as well and placed his free hand on her abdomen, very gently adding pressure. The feeling intensified for her and she cried out a sob, body shaking.

“You know I won’t let anyone else touch you now.” He mumbles, working his fingers faster and harder. “You’re mine now. Mine to degrade, mine to praise, mine to fuck… Mine to protect.” As the words continued to fall from his lips, her chest swelled with a new, overwhelming, uncertain emotion. Her cunt tightened, just as her chest did when she realized what emotion he was evoking in her.

“Ted I-“ He’s quick to cut her off.

“No, Shhh… Trust me, (Y/N)… Let me make you feel good, then you’re free to go back to hating me.” He speaks softly, eyes watching her face, rather than her body.

“No, Ted I want you.” She whimpers softly, her voice so soft and so weak. She sounded so innocent. “Please.” A warm smile broke out across his lips and he nodded, pulling his fingers from her and popping them in his mouth. A low groan rumbled through him, and he closed his eyes to savor her taste. When he pulled his finger free from his mouth.

“So fucking sweet.” He growls, literally ripping her panties from her body. “Because of course, the world’s biggest brat has to have the sweetest little pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He unbuckled his belt and yanked it off, folding it in half. Ted used the folded leather as a riding crop, slapping the outside of her thigh. “Spread ‘em, Cupcake.”

A smirk crossed her lips at the opportunity so clearly in front of her. Shaking her head, she huffed out one simple word, “No.” Ted grabbed her ankles and yanked her towards him. Giggling wildly, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Mmh, maybe I just won’t let you cum…” She whined at the idea, pouting and smacking his arm, making him use his free hand to hold hers down. “Maybe I’ll just stuff you with my cum and plug you up. Let you throb around a silly toy instead of me.”

“Teddy!” She basically begs, tears of frustration welling up in the corners of her eyes. He let out a warm, hearty laugh at her response and slowly dragged the belt across her abdomen, using it to brush her shirt slightly upwards.

“Aww, poor Pup wants me to breed her?” He asks, raising a brow as his free hand carefully massages her hip. She quickly nodded her head and her hands made a little grabby motion for him, a high pitched whine leaving her lips.

“You’re so precious, Honey.” He hums, undoing the button on his slacks and pushing them down -along with his boxers- just enough for his cock to spring free. Biting her lip, she watched as precum dripped from the tip and fell onto her thigh. Her eyes slowly went up his body to settle on his, boring into his soul.

“I wanna taste you, Theo.” She fluttered her lashes at him in the prettiest, most sweet and innocent way she could.

“As tempting as that sounds, I don’t think you deserve that treat today, Puppy.” He hums, gripping her legs and placing them over his shoulders and leaning so close to her that his lips brushed against hers and he whispered, “You only get what I chose to give you.”

The second that he finished his sentence, he buried himself to the hilt. A cry tore from her throat as her back tried to arch, but couldn’t as he pressed further forward, basically bending her in half. Her hands flew to his back and her nails bit into the fabric, nearly tearing the threads apart piece by piece.

“I’m gonna fill you up until your pretty little body can’t hold anymore.” He growls lowly, biting her lower lip. His words made her cunt tighten around him in an attempt to draw him in even closer. Drawing his hips back slowly, she drew in a sharp gasp when his hips lurched forwards, burying himself inside of her once more.

“Teddddyyy nnngh!” She chokes out, body trembling beneath his and he chuckles darkly, mouth attaching to her.

“What’s wrong, Cupcake? Can you not take it?” He mocked, cooing in her ear as he quickened his pace, fucking into her harshly and caging her in with his arms beside her head. She wildly shook her head, grappling for him with her nails nearly shredding the fabric of his shirt.

“P-please- ta- Ahh~ take it off.” She stutters out, gripping over little moans and whines. Ted found it impossible to resist her pleas when they sounded just so pretty. He kept his eyes on her face as he felt her nails dragging down his back.

“That feel better, Hon?” He mumbles and she buried her face in his neck.

“Yessss…” She hissed, teeth biting into the skin of his neck. “Oh God, Theo…”

“If I’d have known that you’d stop being such a fucking brat, I would’ve fucked you sooner.” He growls, sharply slapping the outside of her thigh as he changed the angle of his hips, making her let out a shaky sob. Tears fell down her cheeks as her vision clouded. Ted smirked as he hummed, watching the way her body morphed and changed position with every thrust.

The way he filled her so full, made her mind fuzzy and her thoughts fade away. Her cunt tightened around him as she threatened to fall over the edge, “Please Ted!”

“I dunno, Pumpkin. Do you think you deserve it?” He asks, halting in his movements, making her so frustrated she nearly screamed.

“Please, please, please, I’ll be so good, I swear. I’ll be so so so good for you Theo, please.” She begged and pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Gimme a kiss then, cutie.” Before his sentence was even complete, she launched herself forward, capturing his lips on hers. While she was distracted, he slipped his hand between the two of them, thumb massaging quick circles on her pretty little bud, picking his thrusts back up. His ministrations, made her let out a squeak against his lips as the band in her belly stretches so tightly that it could break at any second.

“Go ahead, Honey. Cum for me and I’ll fill you up. How’s that sound? Want me to fill you up? Get you all round with my babies?” His words were all that she needed, her world exploding into stars and butterflies as her orgasm hits her like a comet hits the earth, shattering her every nerve. Ted watched as her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ and her eyebrows pinched together. He held eye contact with her the entire time, reminding her to breathe as she rides off the effects. “There ya go, there it is. You alright, Sweetie?”

Her breathing began to steady as overstimulation kicked in, “‘M good, Teddy… I wan’ it.” She mumbles as he helped her move her legs from his shoulders to around his waist. His thumbs gently massaged her hips as he slowly picked his thrusts back up.

“I know, honey… Shh, it’s okay, I’ve got ya.” He speaks calmly, watching her as she starts to come back to attention. “There ya are… Welcome back to reality, Sweetheart.” He chuckles softly, giving her a goofy smile. A giggle punctuated by a soft moan leaves her lips and she smiles up at him, her own hands gripping his biceps and rolling her thumbs over his skin.

A soft groan leaves him and he lets his head fall to her chest as he struggles to hold it together. “My God, you’re so fucking tight. Gonna squeeze the life outta me.” He grumbles, placing gentle kisses over her chest as he lazily rolls his hips against hers. Her fingers gently card through his hair as she mumbles her own praises to him.

“You feel so good, Ted. Ya’ make me feel s’ good.” She hums, locking her legs around his waist as he starts to lose his pace. Lifting his head with the little energy he has left he gives her a questioning look.

“You sure you don’t-“ But she was quick to cut him off.

“Cum for me.” She whispers in his ear, placing a careful, open mouthed kiss on his neck. Right when she spoke, her pussy clamped down on him, making his eyes roll back in his head as his hips stutter and he bottoms out inside of her.

“Mmh, fuck…” He growls, filling her to the brim. “So good for me… Takin’ it so fuckin’ well.” His head falls to her chest and he mumbles something into her shirt. Whatever he said made him blush, the tips of his ears going red. She gently cups his jawline and lifts his head to look at her.

“What did you say, Theo?” She asks gently, thumb running across his lip. He paused and just stared at her for a moment, silence floating between them.

“I can’t believe you never realized how in love with you I am.”

#ted nivision smut #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison imagine #ted nivison fluff

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Studio

Pairing: Haruto x gn. reader

Genre: Fluff

Content Warnings: Soft make-out

Word Count: ~0.9k words

Mellow speaks: I really really really enjoy writing for Haruto and this one was no exception ahhh. Hope the nonnie who had wanted this likes it!!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yogurteume @ivyvesisi

This wasn't what you had in mind when you had stepped into the YG building after having decided to pay your boyfriend a late-night visit. The comeback had been a huge success, but that doesn't mean the boys weren't already pushing themselves for the next time they'd hit the stage. And so, being the ever-so-nice partner that you are, you were quick to pounce on the opportunity of surprising him with cuddles and kisses.

But you hadn't expected your kisses to turn into this, your arms thrown around Haruto's shoulders and his own wrapped firmly around your waist. All you had wanted was to cuddle him and rest your head on his chest while he worked, maybe eventually fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and have him smile that cute smile of his as he carried you over to the couch. But instead, things had soon spiraled into how they were now, and you weren't complaining.

The second he had laid his eyes on you, Haruto could feel his heart clench, the sight of that shy smile on your face making him feel warm and fuzzy all over. And when you had made your way over to him, happily taking your place in his lap while hugging him, he felt his heart squeeze just a little tighter, swelling with the love he felt for you.

Maybe it was how adorable you looked, wearing his hoodie that was at least a few sizes too big on you, or maybe it was the fact that you had shown up just when he was starting to miss you too much. Either way, he knew at that moment that he wouldn't be able to focus on work any longer, the urge to hold you close to him sending all the deadlines flying out of his mind. And you of course, didn't have any problem with that, happy to finally get some alone time with him.

So that's how you had ended up here, your lips pressed against your boyfriend's as you sigh contentedly into the kiss, your heartbeat becoming one with his. He kisses you back a teensy bit harder, unable to hold back a smile as his hands squeeze your waist, pulling you closer ever-so-slightly. Your hands unlatch themselves from his shoulders, shifting their attention to his locks as his glasses bump against your nose, making you smile too.

It feels, for lack of a better word, nice. Getting to spend time with your boyfriend, his attention solely on you as his lips kiss you almost lazily, the sample songs he's so far only played for you looping on the computer screen. The setup casts a soft glow on the two of you, the otherwise dark room coming alive as his tongue traces the contours of your bottom lip, eliciting a soft hum from you.

This wasn't what you had expected, but this was just what you needed, to feel his love for you in leaps and bounds, and to show him that even if he gets busy with work, you're always going to find him, and make him feel special. To you, his embrace always feels like coming home, and that's what makes you kiss him again just as he's about to go lax.

Haruto of course, responds with equal fervor, his lips fitting against yours like puzzle pieces as you revel in the feeling. It's nothing but pure bliss, every second you spend in his arms making your heart race in ways it never has before. You don't know how long you stay like that, pulling away only when the sting for oxygen returns. And even then, the smiles on your faces remain, the room filled with nothing but love. Young love, of the sweetest kind.

#haruto #haruto fluff #treasure #treasure fluff #hyunsuk #hyunsuk fluff #jihoon #jihoon fluff #yoshi #yoshi fluff #junkyu #junkyu fluff #mashiho #mashiho fluff #yedam #yedam fluff #jeongwoo #jeongwoo fluff #doyoung #doyoung fluff #43 notes

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Do you have a list of first kiss recs?

Hey Nonny!

Ahhh okay, so I was initially going to tack this onto another person’s ask because I usually combine the First Kiss and First Time fics together, but then I realized that First Kiss can happen without the First Time, and I’m sorta dumb, so FOR THIS LIST, it’s gonna be mostly fics ONLY TAGGED First Kiss (I usually go “first kiss/time” if both are in the fic), so this is pretty much a T-Rated list, hee hee. So YAY another excuse for another new list hee hee!

Again, if anyone has any First Kiss fics WITHOUT the first times or it’s G/T/M rated, let us know!

FIRST KISS

See also:

First Time || [MOBILE]

First Time Pt. 2

First Time Pt. 3

His (Again) by patternofdefiance (M, 820 w. || Fluff, John Comes Home) – John wonders how he had never seen this before, never noticed before, how happy Sherlock can look, and also how lonely.

Tap by doctorcaseyholmes (G, 896 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Morse Code, First Kiss, Love Confessions) – Sherlock finds an unobtrusive way to let out his feelings for John.

First Kiss by jawnandsharklock (NR, 1,119 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Fluff) – "Look into the mirror. Do you see your mouth? Good. Go two inches to the right from the right corner of your mouth. Then two and a half inches up. Stop. I said two and a half inches, not five. There you go. Right there. That’s where this story begins. Or maybe that’s where it ends. Or maybe it’s all the same."

Ex by Itsallfine (T, 1,248 w., 1 Ch. || Angsty Fluff, Love Confessions, Coming Out, Exes, First Kiss, Fake Relationship, Getting Outed) – One night, in the midst of their post-case high and on the cusp of something more, John and Sherlock run into John’s ex. His ex-boyfriend.

Upon Reflection, Tenable Frippery by emmagrant01 (T, 1,299 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, John’s Beard, First Kiss, Fluff) – John was, inexplicably, growing a beard.

A Better Fate Than Wisdom by flawedamythyst (G, 1,339 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, John’s Sexuality Crisis, Pining Sherlock, Happy Ending, Fluff) – Nearly four hours pass between their first kiss and their second.

I love you, I say by khoshekhskitten (G, 1,576 w., 1 Ch. || Pre & Post TRF, Hurt / Comfort, First Kiss, Love Confessions) – "I love you" is a phrase that follows John Watson through his life with Sherlock Holmes.

Santa Knows by Itsallfine (T, 1,719 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas Party, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluff, Matchmaking, POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock) – Sherlock and John both get exactly what they want from the Yard's secret Santa exchange. Pure holiday fluff.

There's Always Three of Us by Itsallfine (T, 1,765 w., 1 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic/Post TFP, Parentlock / Rosie, Angelo’s, First Kiss, January 29, Love Declarations) – Sherlock takes John and Rosie out to Angelo's and gets a chance to correct the biggest mistake of his life.

Christmas by thegirlinthedeathfrisbee (G, 1,768 w., 1 Ch. || Mistletoe, First Kiss, Fluff) – John goes home for Christmas -- to the Holmes home, that is.

Want by siennna (T, 1,806 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Pining, First Kiss, POV Sherlock, Requited, Second Person POV) – When John speaks, you hear more than words. You hear the rise and fall of his tone, the comfortable quake of his laughter, the warm pauses of silence in between. When John laughs, there are stars glittering on his tongue and galaxies resting just behind his teeth, and you wish you could press your lips there and burrow into the warm sound. Part 6 of sienna’s favorites

The Stranger by LaKoda0518 (T, 1,844 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Fluff, First Kiss, For a Case, Mysterious Madman, Lonely John) – John Watson is standing on the platform waiting to board a train to his sister’s after being invalided home from Afghanistan. A chance meeting with a mysterious madman turns his world upside down and changes his life forever.

Through A Glass by Mildredandbobbin (M, 2,012 w., 1 Ch. || Voyeurism, Masturbation, First Kiss) – There is an adjoining door in the bathroom at 221B that leads into Sherlock’s bedroom. The door, from the bathroom to Sherlock’s bedroom, is made of three glass, semi-opaque panels. It has suddenly come to Sherlock’s attention that if he stands in exactly the right spot in his bedroom he can see through said panels, and more to the point, can see John.

Duvet (green) by Mazarin221b (G, 2,021 w., 1 Ch. || Post-THoB, Mind Palace, Revelations, First Kiss) – Sherlock recalibrates and restructures his mind palace so it looks like 221b. What he chooses to put in John's room is a bit of a surprise, and a revelation.

The Marriage Proposal Negotiation by Goddess_of_the_Night (G, 2,161 w., 1 Ch. || Dev. Rel., Possessive Sherlock, Insecure Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Post Mary) – Sherlock hasn't ever really done anything the traditional way, so of course it wouldn't bother him to propose to John even though they're not even dating. And the fact that John is already on a date with someone else when he decides to do it? Tedious.

The Case of the Made-Up Case by DoubleNegative (T, 2,394, 1 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Clubbing, First Kiss, For Science, Humour) - Sherlock takes John to a club. For a “case.” Yes, John, a case. Part 1 of The (Secret) Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

John's Drawers by JezebelGoldstone (T, 2,646 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, First Kiss, Romance, Humour) – Sherlock snoops through John's drawers and finds something. . . unexpected.

Crime Scene Procedure for Death by Drowning by paxlux (T, 2,668 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TGG, First Kiss, Sherlock’s Violin, Fluff) – He lies back in bed and listens to the notes and pictures them gathering around Sherlock’s feet like water. Part 1 of proper procedure

There'll be people By Ariane DeVere (T, 2,739 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Romance, Angsty Fluff, First Kiss) – There's a reason why Sherlock doesn't travel on the Underground, and it's not because he's a snob. John learns the reason the hard way. Although, given the conclusion, maybe this one Tube ride wasn't such a bad idea.

Let Go by thisisforyou (G, 2,743 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious / Worried Sherlock) – In the end, separating John's things from Sherlock's in the chaos of their sitting room is like pulling a limpet from a wet rock. Especially when the rock is clinging on for dear life, because Sherlock doesn't want to let go. Short, fluffy h/c Johnlock oneshot.

Closeted by Sexxica (E, 2,762 w., 1 Ch. || Trapped in a Closet, Panicking Sherlock, Hand Jobs, Coming in Pants, Awkward Conversations, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluffy Ending) – An improvised hiding spot and a bit of accidental voyeurism leave John and Sherlock in an awkward position.

BBCSH 'How To Save A Life' by tigersilver (T, 2,784 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Angsty Schmoop, Requited Love) – Pining, requited, and unabated spates of 'first kiss' fluff. Post Mary, AU, mildly cracky. John lays a smooch on Sherlock's nape in passing. The world does that thing it does when it wobbles and Sherlock practically falls off his own pins. Part 1 of 'How To...'

Better Late Than Never by sussexbound (NR (T), 3,021 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4 / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Sherlock POV, Love Confessions, Drunk Sherlock / Sober John, John Takes Care of Sherlock, First Kiss, Jealous Sherlock, Emotional Turmoil) – He suddenly wants John Watson out of his bedroom, out of his flat, out of his life, because he has been lying to himself these last few months, he realises. He doesn’t want John here, not with the way things are. He doesn’t want 221b Baker Street to be nothing more than rest stop John returns to on his journeys between women. He doesn’t want to play co-parent if Rosie is going to be snatched away from him and placed in the arms of whatever nameless woman du jour John lands on next. He doesn’t want to keep being so careful, so generous, so, so…

The General Idea by agirlsname (T, 3,022 w., 1 Ch. || Retirement, Promise of Forever / Proposal, POV John, First Kiss, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Crying / Emotional Sherlock, Love Confessions) – After twenty years of friendship, John is used to Sherlock acting weirdly. But the news Sherlock finally brings himself to deliver change the carefully built dynamics between them, and John realises it's time to act.

Until the End of the World by SarahCat1717 (G, 3,049 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, First Kiss, Pining Sherlock, Oblivious John, Drunkenness) – Taking place in Season 3, John listens to an old favourite song and sorts through his memories and feelings about Sherlock and Mary.

The Sweetest Taste In The World by crossroads (G, 3,121 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Jealous Sherlock, Fluff, Pining, Friends to Lovers) – The sweetest taste in the world is rarely ever the easiest to come by.

On a Sunday Morning by SD_Ryan (G, 3,136 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock) – Sherlock has a little problem. He can’t stop obsessing about John Watson.

it’s in the details by kimbiablue (T, 3,272 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, First Kiss, Pining Idiots) – Sherlock and John meet with a forensic artist to determine how capable they are able to describe each other. In which John struggles to adequately describe Sherlock Holmes, and also thinks about his lips a lot.

Wish I Was In Heaven Sitting Down by standbygo (M, 3,282 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, Five Plus One, Missing Scenes, Parenthood, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Declarations of Love, Fluff, Food, John Whump) – Five times when Sherlock and John ate together, and one time they didn't. A history of the boys, in food.

Atrium by kali_asleep (T, 3,460 w. || 5+1, Valentines Day, Fluff & Schmoop, First Kiss) – Five times Sherlock gave John his heart, and the one time Sherlock got a heart in return (literally).

Water Is Another Matter by cathedral_carver (T, 3,903 w., 1 Ch. || Sick Fic, Pining, First Kiss, Heat Wave, Skinny Dipping) – He thinks it’s in trouble, his poor heart.

Last Christmas by Mazarin221b (T, 3,911 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss) – That Earth-shaking revelation, then, leads to a problem, and one that Sherlock realizes should be solved quickly, before John’s dates turn into girlfriends or boyfriends, because sometimes girlfriends or boyfriends can turn into wives or husbands while your back is turned. Every time John hums happily at the mirror as he shaves, splashes on a little gift cologne Mrs. Hudson bought him for Christmas, Sherlock is drawn back to that night by the fire, and the way John’s touch had made the world stand still.

Five Times John Cooked Something with Peas and One First Kiss by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for (T, 3,915 w. || 5 and Ones, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Cooking / Food, Sick Sherlock, Music, Domestic Fluff, First Kiss) – After John cooks five dinners that slowly reveal their hunger for each other, Sherlock and John finally share a first kiss.

Jukebox by standbygo (T, 3,990 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Singing/Music, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Humour, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss) – After the music halls of Sherlock's mind palace get damaged by accident, John learns that Sherlock never forgets a song. Even the ones he'd rather forget. But the random singalong brings some unexpected benefits.

The Oolong Disaster by unicornpoe (T, 4,151 w., 1 Ch. || John’s Beard, Fluff, Humour, Frustrated Sherlock, John Takes Care of Sherlock, Case Fic-ish, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Possessive Sherlock) – John has a beard. Sherlock has a panic attack.

Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb (E, 4,578 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Cuddles, Kissing, First Kiss, Requited Love, Pining Sherlock) – John is entirely done with the milk situation and gives Sherlock a list of shit he's pissed about. Sherlock sets out to make John happy. John is happy. Sherlock makes his own list. They are both very, very happy.

We Bleed into the Grey by QuinnAnderson (T, 4,989 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Supernatural Elements, Fluff & Angst) – It was stupid, really. What was the point of having an ability if it wasn't even a useful one? Sherlock would just as soon be rid of his. Until he meets John Watson, that is.

A Study in Intimacy by doodle (T, 5,183 w., 1 Ch. || WEBARCHIVE LINK || PODFIC AVAILABLE || First Kiss, Virginity, Romance, Touching) – People don't touch Sherlock Holmes, not like they touch other people. Then he meets John Watson.

Welcome Home, John by slashscribe (G, 5,504 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Awkwardness, Stabbed Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Panic Attack (Sherlock), Self Esteem Issues, Love Confessions, First Kiss) – When John moves back to 221B, he thinks he’s the broken one, but after a while, it becomes clear that he might not be correct.

Stranded by BeautifulFiction (T, 5,798 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Communication / Relationship Discussion, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, BAMF John, Doctor John, Case Fic, Drinking, Huddling For Warmth, Friends to More) –  When stranded on a derelict barge at high tide, John and Sherlock reconsider their friendship.

Closeted by sussexbound (T, 6,115 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confession, First Kiss, Games, Trapped in a Closet) – Sherlock and John get trapped in a closet while on a case. Some revelations are made while they play a game to pass the time. Part 1 of Intimacy

Disguises are always a self-portrait by yellowteapots (NR (T), 6,223 w., 1 Ch. || Case Fic, First Kiss, POV John, Fake Rel.) – Sherlock and John head out of town on a case of murder / suicide at a Pride Fest.

Survival Instinct by shirleyholmes (T, 7,162 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Kiss, Schmoop, Nightmares, Fluff & Angst, Grief, Idiots in Love) – After Sherlock's "comeback" John starts obsessing with constantly making sure he's alive (checking his heartbeat etc.)

The Light of Day by allonsys_girl (M, 7,297 w., 4 Ch. || First Kiss, Angst, TSo3-Fix-It, Possessive Sherlock) – Rewrite of the end of Sign of Three. John actually notices Sherlock leaving the reception early, and chases after him. Angsty Johnlock. Happy ending, for sure. Part 1 of The Light of Day

Speak My Language by Itsallfine (T, 7,479 w., 4 Ch. || Thanksgiving, Love Languages, Love Confessions, First Kiss, John Experiments in Sherlock) – When Mrs. Hudson introduces John and Sherlock to the concept of the five love languages, Sherlock descends into a dark mood and John’s curiosity gets the better of him. What is Sherlock’s love language, and why does the whole concept set him so on edge? Part 1 of A Holiday Triptych

The T-Shirt Thief by watsonsherlocksuniverse (T, 7,968 w., 5 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Doctor John, First Kiss, Canon Fix-It, Developing Rel., Mutual Pining) – Sherlock steals John's t-shirt from the laundry. John catches him wearing it one evening, fluff ensues with an endeared yet teasing John?

The Engine by stitchy (T, 8,294 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Post-HLV, ASiP Do-Over, Sci-Fi, Time Travel) – Shortly after the events of His Last Vow, Sherlock has an opportunity to revisit the night of A Study in Pink and get some perspective on the destiny of he and John's relationship.

Never Been This Swept Away by estalita11 (T, 8,531 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TAB, Mary is Not Nice, Drug Use, First Kiss, Love Confessions) – Set immediately after TAB, Sherlock visits his brother to definitely not apologize about earlier and ends up finally learning a few things that would have been nice knowing about months ago. Mycroft never wants to deal with lovestruck idiots ever again.

High Tide by stardust_made (T, 8,540 w., 1 Ch. || Jealousy, Angst, First Kiss) – A little favour Sherlock stupidly agrees to do for Mycroft leads to John meeting a handsome, affluent man, who is going out of his way to woo him. Sherlock struggles with the situation and with his own reactions to it. Part 1 of The High Tide Series

Ravish Me by amalnahurriyeh (E, 10,025 w., 1 Ch. || UST / RST, Makeup / Lipstick, Sympathetic Sally, Experiments, Pining John, First Kiss, Face Fucking / BJ’s, Cuddling) – Sherlock is experimenting with patterns of wear on lipstick in daily encounters. John is going to go insane.

Their Great Reward by BeautifulFiction (T, 10,095 w., 1 Ch. || UST, First Kiss, Fluff) – Boxing day, in John's opinions, is the worst day of the year. Christmas is over, the tree is wilting and stripped of gifts, and there's a week of dead-time until the clean slate of the new year. However the combination of a blizzard, a power-cut and Sherlock might just make it a day to remember.

The Most Luminous of People by liriodendron (M, 10,979 w., 4 Ch. || Synesthesia, Pre-Slash, Developing Romance, First Kiss) – In which Sherlock Holmes finds out what it's like to truly want something, John Watson isn't too bad at deductions, and everything gets a bit bright for a minute. Part 1 of Conductivity

Say For Me, Love by MirabileLectu (T, 13,147 w., 1 Ch. || UST, First Kiss, Drama, Pining John, Victor Trevor) – If you had asked John this morning what the result of his quiet afternoon at home would be, discovering a truth about Sherlock's past startling enough to shift the foundations of their friendship would not have been his first guess. So naturally, that was what was bound to happen.

Licence to Kiss by fellshish (T, 13,739 w., 4 Ch. || Post-ASIB, Sort-Of Bondlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Angst and Humour, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock loves John, and John loves... James Bond. He only made Sherlock watch every single film. Tedious. And now John's birthday is coming up. Sherlock can't tell him how he feels, but he can organise an amazing gift: John's very own spy adventure. Sherlock begs Mycroft for a real case with some extra gadgets. And perhaps some actors pretending to be criminals. What could possibly go wrong?

On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (T, 13,770 w., 1 Ch. || Fencing, Case Fic, First Kiss, Insecure John, Pining John, Hug, Greg Finds Out) – The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

Hallowed Eve by EventHorizon (T, 14,750 w., 6 Ch. || First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Halloween) – It probably wasn't the smartest idea to let Sherlock choose the costumes for Halloween, but John never considered himself the smartest man in the room, anyway.

Wonderful, Etcetera. by VictoryCandescence (T, 16,955 w., 3 Ch. || Wonderful Life AU || Alternate Timelines, Brotherhood, Homophobia, Suicidal Ideations, Mentions of Drug Use, Friendship, Different TRF, Sherlock’s Past, Victor Trevor is Past Boyfriend, Depression, Hallucination, Love Confessions, Christmas, First Kiss) – Sherlock thinks everyone would be better off if he had never existed, including and especially himself. When he finds himself in a world in which his wish has been granted, he begins to think perhaps even he could be wrong – but it takes an unlikely chaperone to make him not only observe, but understand.

Let's Make a Bed Out in the Rain by theimprobable1 (M, 17,664 w., 11 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Angst & Fluff, First Kiss, Unrequited, Jealous Sherlock, Protective Sherlock) – John is devastated after his long-term girlfriend leaves him. Sherlock helps him through it.

You're On the Air by prettysailorsoldier (M, 20,616 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock, Matchmaking, Radio, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Flirting, Bisexual John) – The Consulting Detective and The Woman dominate the airwaves of their university radio station, doling out advice on everything from meeting the parents to sexual positions. When their ratings start to dip before the holidays, however, manager Mike thinks it's time for some fresh blood, and who better to fill in the gaps than rugby captain--and notorious flirt--John Watson? Part 1 of 25 Days of Johnlock

Another Auld Lang Syne by DiscordantWords (M, 30,234 w., 31 Ch. || Post S4, Mutual Pining, Alternating POV, Introspection, Parentlock, Christmas, New Year’s, First Kiss, Past Drug Use, Angst with Happy Ending, Drinking, Sherlock Whump) – There had been years of missed chances.

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching, Mycroft is Dying) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he's given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost...magical.

Chaperones by MissDavis (T, 34,114 w., 7 Ch. || 11 Years Post-S4, Fake Relationship, Parentlock, Disney World, Bed / Room Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss, Obsessive Sherlock, Insecure John) – Right. Of course. Everyone assumed they were a couple and no one would question it. John put his elbows up on the table so he could rest his head in his hands. "You want to pretend to be a couple so we can chaperone a trip to Disney World with Rosie's class and you won't have to share a room with a stranger?" "Exactly." Sherlock beamed at him. "Don't worry about the cost. The Birmingham case last month paid more than enough to cover expenses for all three of us."

we have never seen a greater day than this by Lediona (T, 36,420 w., 7 Ch. || A Royal Night Out AU || WWII / VE Day, Prince Sherlock, Soldier John, Alternating POV, First Kiss, Bittersweet Ending, Homophobia, Dancing) – Peace. At long last. It’s VE Day and Prince William desires to join the celebrations. It is a night of excitement, danger and the first flutters of romance.

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords (M, 48,842 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Alternate S3, John’s Blog/S3 is a Story By John, Divorce, Marital Difficulties, John is a Mess, Emotional Reunion, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grief / Mourning, Pining John, First Kiss, Adorably Clueless Sherlock, Nostalgia, Love Confessions, Eventual Happy Ending) – He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 97,884 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w., 12 of ? Ch. || Dev. Rel., Pining, Fluff and Romance, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Fluff, Cuddles, Girl’s Night, Texting, Virgin Sherlock, Drunk Sherlock, Background Mollstrade, Hair Petting, Laying on Lap) – Sherlock’s journey in defining his flat mate and stumbling through the muddled world of emotion. {{This feels complete; the chapter count is listed as ? but I feel like it is done}}

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #first kiss #my fic recs #Anonymous #long post

[synchronmurmurs]

18 with Vergil/reader for the prompts? 🥺🙏 Thank you and bless you if you write this 💕

Ahhh, you’re the first one, nonnie, so you’re perfectly safe...! 🤣 I hope you’re in the mood for some soft!Vergil nonnie, because I got a helping of that coming right up! 💪 Hope you like it! 😭🙏

“Swear to me you’ll never leave.”

Whether it’s out of pity or courtesy, Vergil’s past isn’t a topic that gets brought up often. It’s simply too tragic, too lonely, too oppressive a story for you to ask about out of the blue. Even though you already know how it goes, from bits and pieces that you connected yourself from passing conversations and long silences dense with subtext, no matter how you slice it, it simply isn’t something you have the right to demand that he tell you.

But if you know Vergil - and you do - then you know he will tell you when he feels the time is right. On his own terms, and in a place where he is most comfortable.

However long it takes for him, you will wait for him to tell you in his own words.

As it turns out, that time is now, lying in bed together within each other’s embrace. The moon shines its silver light through an open window, letting in the autumn chill, and letting out the remnants of the past hour’s passions. It was a slow affair, soft and gentle and reaffirming of a love so true, you swear you caught a hint of a wet sheen over his eyes he thought he’d blinked away in time. His heart beats softly in your ear, in a gentle rhythm that would otherwise lull you into a peaceful rest had he not shyly asked if he could tell you a story.

The story was a long one, sometimes disjointed, and often trailing off into a thoughtful silence, as if the scars were still as raw as the day they were carved into him; it had started with a young boy, lost and struggling, and ended with a man, not quite found and struggling still. It covered a lifetime of events; an abandoned childhood; a long fall into darkness; a suit of armour; mindless servitude and forced obedience. But at every beat, you listened. At every lapse into a hesitant silence, you pressed your lips into his warm skin, and told him those days were over.

Vergil draws in one long breath, feeling lighter, yet somehow also wistful as he bids a final farewell to broken shackles. And then he waits for your response. Aside from your quiet whispers of encouragement, you’d refrained from commenting on his long tale, and now that all is said and done, Vergil realises it wasn’t the act of telling you itself that he was afraid of - it’s your reaction to it that he fears the most.

What if, after everything he’s done, you come to resent him?

What if, even worse, you pity him?

Vergil clenches his jaw, when you rise up above him, propping yourself up on your arms. He can see with perfect clarity amidst the dark curtain of night, the pensive look upon your face, the turmoil that churns within your eyes, and though he longs to look away from your silent accusations, he holds fast.

Because the thought of disappointing you weighs heavier than his own apprehensions.

“I know this wasn’t easy for you, Vergil, so I want to thank you for telling me. You made mistakes in your past, held on to ambitions you didn’t fully understand the meaning of, and the path you took towards those ambitions were paved in blood.” Your expression softens then, melting back into a familiar warmth. “But we accept you. I accept you. Because you're doing the best you can to make amends and move forward. You’ve patched things up with your brother. You spend every other weekend in Fortuna getting to know Nero better. You studied property law in a dusty library for weeks to regain legal ownership of the old Sparda manor. And then you refurbished it into an orphanage. You’ve come so far, Vergil Sparda, from the lost little boy who struggled, and I’m so proud of you.” You lean down on your elbows, tilt your head up to press a kiss to his temple, feeling his arms slide around your waist, beneath sheets that are only just now beginning to air dry.

“But I have one concern.”

Vergil utters an acknowledging hum, urging you to continue.

“Back when you were young. When you were in Fortuna...” you begin, voice quiet, yet firm, “after that woman... Nero’s mother... You left, right? Just disappeared from her life forever without a word.” With your forehead pressed to his, you stare into his eyes, equal parts worried and afraid. All things that are present on his face too. And holding his breath, he waits for you to continue.

“Swear to me you’ll never leave me.”

Beneath you, his body relaxes, the harsh tension in his arms and legs and expression dissolving into his gentle placid. And then it’s his to lean up to you to capture your lips in a brief kiss.

“I swear.”

He pulls you back down into his embrace, and as you settle, he adds as a playful afterthought:

“Even if I did, I feel you would rend the very earth to find me.”

Nuzzling into his chest, you smile. “And you’d be right.”

#answer: anon #ask drabbles #vergil #vergil x reader #'these won't be long' she said #'these will just be drabbles' she said #LIKE A LIAR #sync writing: short scenes #i liked the base idea I had for this #but I feel like the rest of it got away from me LOL

[mindninjax]

Miche dialogue 👀👀👀 Would you share (totally understand if you don't want to).

Ahhh Nonnie! Sure I’ll share! I can’t say it’s that good or in character for him because I admittedly don’t know him that well and have to explore it a little more BUT it did make me clutch my heart and swoon so HERE YA GO!

“Are you attempting to woo me?”

“No. If I were, my lady, I’d tell you that there’s not a flower in this garden that compares to the beauty you possess. And that the dullest of days would shine brighter, for the sun would be envious of your presence and beauty.” He finishes his sentence with a bow and a soft but pointed kiss on the palm of your hand. You can feel the prickle of his moustache in your hand and paired with his soft lips and warm breath, it sends a shiver up your spine.

The moment his lips leave your palm, your heart is thumping. You can still feel the warmth of the kiss on your skin and it radiates all over your body, culminating at the apples of your cheeks. You watch as his smile turns smug and much to your chagrin you turn away to hide the smile creeping at the edges of your lips.

“Alright then, I see now why he sent you with me,” you say smirking as he chuckles in a deep baritone and holds his arm out to continue escorting you through the gardens.

#marquie answers #Nonnie #Wips #Miche #miche zacharias #I need a tag for him #oh I got it #big daddy Miche #bahahah #I’M COMING FOR MOBLIT NEXT IN THIS PIECE

[littleferal]

Could you please do a h/c of the boys comforting you after a bad (creepy) date? maybe including a hug? Or actually, a h/c on how they hug?? No pressure, ily💕💞💖

A/N ahhh I love you too nonnie :) There’s only fluff here, and a baby bit of smuttish :’)

Series here --> frankie morales | javier peña | agent whiskey

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Din doesn’t quite know what to do with himself when it comes to hugs but man oh man does he love them - he’s the most touch-starved guy ever in the worse way possible because the only kind of touch he’s really used to is violence. To start with he’s going to be super awkward, just stand there and try to work out what to do. He’ll gently put his arms around you - because that’s how hugs work? - but he’s still unsure and a little worried this hug is at the very least uncomfortable. Mostly he’s unsure as to why you’d want this from him? He doesn’t view himself as a particularly comforting person, both personality wise and appearance wise, though he’s learning. Beskar hugs are a solid and somewhat cold embrace, the metal slow to heat up. He thinks how uncomfortable it must be every time you pull yourself in for a hug, fingers finding their way under the piece of armour to grip tight. The truth is it doesn’t matter to you because it’s him, that’s just all part of Din’s Creed and you’ve already accepted it all. But he thinks about it every time and hates it, hates how he can’t be soft for you. Casual hugs still catch Din off guard. It’s the unthinking intimacy, the thought of how you could care so much, want him so much that the cold beskar and unreadable helmet aren’t enough to stop you just wrapping around him. Every time you do it his heart catches in his throat and he loves you more and more.

The first time he pulled away from your hug hurt. You’d been so stressed, had been one of those times you desperately needed to feel his comforting embrace and he’d just immediately extracted himself from you. It was because he’d needed to feel you just as much, had recognised the twinned needs, needed desperately to get out of the armour and remove the barriers. So he did his best to multitask, settling you down on the pull out cot in the hold, trying to single-handedly wipe your tears away as he also tried to remove the chest piece. It hadn’t gone well and he’d had to momentarily move away from you to wrestle with the beskar. It was as you’d realised what he was doing and why that had you smiling weakly even as he cursed in Mando’a, pulling at the armour in the most frustrated manner you’d ever seen. It’d helped you to put your own emotions aside for a moment to come and help him. He stilled at the motion, the significance of the action of you helping him remove his armour outside of an injury catching you both off guard. But he hadn’t stopped you, stood quietly as your more nimble fingers found the catches and released them. He moved the moment the armour piece was out of you hands - safe where you’d been sitting - pulling you into his warm chest instead. And there’s no doubt that that’s better. It’s far better for the hug to be warmer and softer but even more, it’s just the best thing ever to be able to hear his heart beat.

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For his talkative nature and his ability to use it to keep people at arm’s length Erza truly adores physical affections and hugs - he’s just as tactile as he is loquacious. True, the loss of his arm made him cautious about any brazen affections, worried he’d fall short, that it’s not the same. But nothing can replace the comfort that comes from having that someone’s beating heart so close, only the melody of your voice sweeter.

Prospecting is a difficult job at the best of times, but particularly any time you need to wear enviro-suits to do it. So to replace the lack of being able to hold you close he’s taken to holding your hand where possible, or gently knocking his doomed helmet against yours because right now he can’t press his forehead into yours. It’s as the suits come off after a days work that he’ll lean his weight into yours or encourage you to do it to him, pulling you in with his one arm to feel you near after a day of separation. And if there has been a particularly bad day? A run in with other people or just pure bad luck on a dig? He’ll curse the way the loss of his arm prevents him from being able to removes the layers from you and for you. But as soon as they’re gone he’ll hold you tight, fingers in fabric, pressing into you as much as he can to make up that he can’t pull you into him - Erza has always been the kind to invade your space and that has only increased since the loss of his arm. He’ll stay there as long as you allow, breathing into your hair, face pressed into your neck so he can feel your heartbeat. Other times, less intense ones, you find the easiest position is you straddling his waist. He finds your weight comforting and all but begs you with his eyes, tugging gently on your sleeve to pull you into his lap. It’s times like this he’ll press kisses into your neck and along your shoulders, dipping down over the clavicle and back up the other side. Slow, easy loving.

The first time he gave you a book was with a hug. He’d been teasing and teasing something all day - a present, dearest, that I’ve been working on. I do hope you’ll love it - you hadn’t known what to expect, but getting pulled backwards into the cot and his chest hadn’t quite been it. You’d both laughed as he pulled you in, only mock wrestling and wriggling in his grasp because truly you never hate to be held by him but you know he loves to feel like he’s won. You both know it’s a lie but it makes him feel better, can forget about the missing limb for just a moment. And as you both settle down, after he’s pulled you in as close as you can get to his body he’s waving something in front of you face. You grab at it with greedy hands to discover it’s a book. His chin rests on your shoulder, arm coming down to press across your stomach and hand anchoring at the hip. Since he can’t see your face he’s content to close his eyes, tilting his head into yours and enjoying your warm presence. He listens to your gasps of joy, the melody of your words and your hammering heartbeat under his ear, uses all of it to gauge your reaction and what you’re looking at. Because he’s carefully snuck in pressed flowers throughout the book - only after cautiously checking that they’re safe - as well as his own notes on the passages. You turn to press a soft kiss in thanks to his forehead and he tightens the grip with his arm, hooking his opposite leg over yours to counter balance. There have been many nights when he’s read to you in this position, holding you close as you drift off, but this is the first time you return the favour, reading until his warm comfort becomes a warm weight.

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Frankie is the king of hugs. No one does better, all encompassing, completely engulfing hugs. They’re warm and cosy and you can just practically burrow into his chest. He’ll laugh as you nuzzle into his neck, arms banding tight across your back for just a moment as he kisses into your hairline. Though he can easily turn it into a small wrestle, the way Frankie demands that you let him love you as much as he wants to. Hugs are a constant part of life with Frankie. He sneaks them in in the mornings and evenings, finding quiet moments to wrap himself around your back and rest his chin on your shoulder. In fact, Frankie has a habit of turning every and any opportunity into a hug. Does he need something you’re standing in front of? It’s a hug now. Did you come sit on his lap at the BBQ because someone (Benny) hadn’t gotten enough chairs out? It’s a side hug now. The angle may be a little uncomfortable but Frankie is far from feeling uncomfortable himself, arms resting and keeping your knees pulled into his chest, free hand cupping the back of your head as he holds you close to him. This level of PDA is too much outside of his close circle of friends but he does actually really love to get to do it in front of them, it makes his chest puff out a bit in pride.

Frankie does playful hugs a lot, like how wrestling the tv remote out of your hands turns into him holding you tight against his chest, laughing as you try your best to wriggle out of it as he puts that damn documentary on again. But he does serious hugs too and he does them well. Frankie can spot a bad moment a mile off, can see it in the way you carry yourself and already has his arms open before you say a word. Maybe he got home before you, or hadn’t been out that day and he’s busy trying to cook dinner for the pair of you. You come in, a little more silent than usual but all it takes is one look and he knows no words will do. He’ll open his arms, meeting you in a single stride and pull you into his chest, his own presence engulfing you and all your stresses.

But the absolute best hugs from Frankie, if we can call them that? They’re the ones he’ll interrupt sex with. Where his emotions just get so much that he can’t process them all, he has to stop for a moment. And he’s still buried deep within you, can’t get any closer that this. If he was on top he’s flipped you both over and has stilled the movements. Because right now he needs to just look closer at your face, to cup a cheek and press a kiss in somewhere, anywhere he can reach. And he’s got to hold you tight against his chest, needs to feel your weight on top of him. The moment won’t last that long, he’ll yield to the pressing desire you’re both feeling, but he needed that moment to let you know, even without words, how much he loves you.

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Javier has a tendency to avoid giving hugs because he views them as something intimate. Sex can be just sex (can it really though Javi?) but there’s no way you can give an actual proper hug and not feel something for that person. He does lots of comforting touches - warm palms giving a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, one hand cupping your face to make sure you’re looking at him when he speaks comforting words - but all this can be momentary, a brief view into the depths of his emotions and then he covers it back up again. Because Javier cares about people so deeply, but he can’t afford to care so openly all the time so he buries those emotions.

So a hug outside of a relationship? It’s gonna be when something breaks, when no words that he has could possibly fix this. And it’ll be private, either finding a quiet moment at the back of the records room, in his Jeep on a dark street or in the safety of yours or his apartment. Maybe you initiated it, suddenly so desperate for comfort and him the only one who could provide it. He’ll still in your hold, caught off guard, but the second you go to pull away his arms come around, his grip tightens reflexively. The ones he initiates? His first hugs are abrupt, his attitude a little gruff. It’s not that he doesn’t like hugs, far from it, but it’s taking a step into an intimacy he’s been avoiding, needs to keep putting off a little longer. But once he’s given that first hug? Once he’s held you in his arms, felt you pull yourself into him, felt your breath on his neck, warmth over his heart? There’s no going back for him. He’ll start seeking little touches, little reassurances, driving himself slowly mad as he fights with his desperate need for intimacy and his total fear of truly investing himself in it.

And then the blessed actually real hugs come along? It’ll be a long time before he truly softens into them - because he’s now scared this intimacy will be stolen away by someone else - but it just makes his emotions even more raw, the simple act more intense. Hugs may be few and far between - he tends towards small gestures - but they’ll leave an impact. They probably first start cropping up after sex, when he’s still feeling emotionally vulnerable. It’ll be small ones like holding you to his side as he puffs his habitual smoke out the window, not truly a hug. Then he starts doing ones where he drops all of his weight on you, maybe still buried in you as he slips his arms between your back and the bed, drawing you up into his arms, slow kisses to your neck. The first one he initiates outside of sex, outside of any external influencing factors like a shitty day, is a big deal because it’s him really admitting he wants this.

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Whiskey is a very physical man and although he can definitely run his mouth almost endlessly he gives physical affection just as readily, just as easily. It’s his way of hiding from his emotions; by running headfirst into them and pretending there isn’t an issue. It’s why he has so many one-night stands, finding intimacy without being intimate. So Whiskey does a lot of casual touches - he’s as comfortable putting his hands on you as you are having them there, but like Javier he’s avoided hugs. Unlike Javier Whiskey remembers exactly what that kind of intimacy is like - Javier’s shoving those thoughts aside but Whiskey desperately wants them. He may have done half hugs before - ones that barely last any time and are probably the end of some kind of tousle because Whiskey likes to keep it heated. And he’s occasionally given you one after a bad mission because he can see just how much you need the comfort, but he always gets closed off after those, needing to be with his emotions.

The second Jack realises he’s developing real feelings for you? He’s hitting the breaks on all and any affections, just give him a minute to get his head around it. Because he absolutely craves true intimacy but he needs to be sure that you’re both on the same page on this one thing, can’t bear his heart breaking again. It might take him a while to come back around to you so expect to feel a little cut off from him, but in the end not too much because you’re bound to notice you’re not the only one he’s avoiding acting that way around, his whole demeanour changing. And when he does come back around to you, it’s more likely to be with a hug than it is with a kiss. He’s realised he’s been hiding in affections that hinge on sex so he needs to do something different - he needs a hug. He lets you lead, aware he’s been pushy with boundaries before and god damn he’s got to get this right! Expect the longest hug ever as he finally gets you hold you in his arms, your head tucked under his chin, arms holding you into him so tight he can practically feel your heart beating over his. And there’s no way he’s going to heat this up, it’s important that this one moment, the start of your relationship, does not revolve around sex.

However, hugs in a relationship with Jack Daniels? Expect a lot, he gives them so easily! After all that time missing out on the easy intimacy he’s taking every opportunity he gets and the man absolutely takes hugs. They still turn into a bit of a tousle when he’s feeling playful but it might also be a sign he’s feeling insecure so watch out for that. But at all and any other times? He sneaks a back hug in when you’re busy working, nagging for your attention. He basically pulls you on top of him on the couch when you settle in for the evening. He 110% holds you at night, doesn’t matter if it’s too damn hot, he’s holding you and you’re going to have to deal with that. And he holds you close before every mission, terrified he might not make it back to you. It’s not only because he’s so thankful and happy to have you but because he knows what it’s like to be the one left behind and that thought truly scares him. Those hugs are always long and emotional.

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[xiaosmoon]

hihi! ive been following you for a while now, just too shy to interact hehe- but here is my matchup request! • I am a bisexual female with she/they pronouns (although I dont mind any pronouns, just more comfy with she/they since most ppl refer me as she) • I am an aquarius :]] but if we're getting detailed then im an Aquarius sun with a virgo moon and a Capricorn rising :D • my mbti personality type is ISTP-T • hmmm,, I'm most likely to use claymore :]] I don't really know why but my friends see me as a claymore user so - yeah • likes: soft, fluffy, warm things♡ (totally not describing diluc) and chill music :]] or any kind of music really but chill music is my go-to dislikes: not anything that I know of aside from the usual racist, homophobic people but I guess flying insects count lmao • I am extremely awkward in social situations and I mean extremely awkward BUT! it's a different story when it comes to friends, I am much much much more outgoing and extroverted - often labelled as the clown friend of the group :D oh and I kin kaeya and venti the most if that helps :]] hmm as for hobbies, I really love drawing - and im pretty good at it as I have been drawing ever since I was a little kid, another hobby is just listening to music in general, I often detach from reality (bcuz reality sucks) and daydream a lot so I play a song to fit whatever goes on in my head :O • I don't really mind getting matched with anybody but I do lean more into the males in genshin - the canon adult ones to be specific :]] though I don't mind getting matched with a female too because all the females in genshin are absolute queens congrats on 100! your writing is absolutely lovely and im definitely looking forward to more :D I hope you have a great day <3 oh and take care of yourself if you dont do that already!

ahhh thank you nonnie! <3

your vision & s/o would be...

zhongli

vision: hydro

you and zhongli would match each others energy perfectly

for your first date, i can see him being the classy old fashioned gentlemen he is and taking you for a dinner date!

it's very romantic, and the perfect chance to talk without being too social

he would make sure to book a reservation at your favorite restaurant days in advance and request for a table far away from everyone else, just for you!

he would love to listen to your playlists. he feels like it gives him a better understanding of who you are

you could also talk to him for hours and hours and he would never once get bored; just waiting to hear your next story, or rant, or nothingness. the beautiful sound of your voice is all he wants to hear

he notices that you like drawing, so this man would buy make you a small art studio type thing in his home. he says you can use it whenever you want and even added a few extra personal touches

you could be listening to music while drawing your heart away, and he would be there trying to learn from you!

overall, i see you guys as the cute couple people always point at and awe. you guys just match dynamics and it's always so perfect

#erismatchups

[autumnsnuggling]

11 for the drarry headcanon ;)

Ahhh! Hi Nonnie! Thanks so much for the ask, I was so looking forward to doing these! :D

11. Baths or showers? Together or separate? Any bubbles or bubble fights?

TW: References to childhood abuse and crucio damage

The short answer is both baths and showers, but only after a while. Here’s the long answer!

You see, Harry is quite often functional. When he started Hogwarts he’d been trapped in his deprived Muggle life for so long, he never really thought about the little luxuries of life, such as taking long baths or steaming hot showers, because that hadn’t been allowed with the Dursley’s. In fact, all he’d ever had was Dudley’s cold, dirty water, so being able to take a hot shower was a luxury in itself. And given that baths were associated with bad memories, he preferred showers all the way through Hogwarts and didn’t see the point of changing when he left either. 

Draco, however, was well acquainted with how wonderful baths could be, having been brought up in the lap of luxury, and loved a nice soak—especially after he’d been Crucioed. That always worked wonders. But he also loved a good shower, staying in there for almost an hour just feeling the spray hit his back, his face, his chest. He always emerged practically a shriveled prune, but it was worth it.

When the pair started dating, one day Draco jumped in the shower for his hourly splash without warning Harry first, so 30 minutes in, poor Harry found himself busting for a pee. He didn’t expect Draco to like it, but there was nothing to be done, he needed to go and that was all there was to it, so he knocked and called through explaining he really had to take a leak and he’d make it up to him after. As expected, Draco squawked about insolence and his privacy being disrespected and so on and so forth, and Harry simply laughed saying he’d seen all of him anyway, so it didn’t matter. In fact, Harry made a point of pulling the curtain away from Draco, revealing his wrinkled skin in all its glory, all the while grinning like an idiot.

So Draco splashed him. Well, I say splashed. He might have grabbed the showerhead and simply turned it on his boyfriend full force... 

Now, I’m sure you can imagine that much chaos ensued; puddles formed everywhere around the room as Harry yelled in indignation and tried to wrangle the head off of the cackling prat he called his partner, determined to get Draco back (not that Draco could literally be any wetter by this point...). But Draco had the upper hand standing in the bathtub, so in the end, Harry just climbed in with him, where he finally managed to yank the showerhead from Draco’s grasp and direct the jets straight into his stupid pointy face. 

As Draco spluttered and protested, Harry just laughed, until Draco pulled him into a hug to make sure he was even wetter, and trick Harry into spraying them both with the water.

And it worked. Harry doused both Draco and himself with the spray, and Draco simply laughed against him, chuckle warm and soft in Harry’s ear. So soft, Harry couldn’t resist kissing him, firmly, and wetly, and passionately on the lips (though he practically missed because he couldn't see through the steam, which Draco only found more amusing!). But who was Draco to refuse a kiss? Especially one from an adorable drowned idiot who’d just lost a fight. So they kissed, and grinned, and held each other, Harry still wearing very drenched clothes and Draco shrinking further by the minute. 

Eventually they got Harry out of his clothes, cleaned him up, and stumbled out of the shower much later, still laughing, both agreeing that was the best shower they’d ever had and they should definitely do it again sometime — but maybe without drowning the bathroom next time...

From then on, it became a regular thing to shower together. It didn’t always happen, but often enough. Like when one of them had a bad day. Or on a day off when one of them woke up to hear the other in the shower, and slipping in together sounded delightful. Or just when they didn’t have enough time to get ready and have a fuck, so they killed two birds with one stone.

One day, though, Draco had a bad day and didn’t have the energy to have a shower, so he drew himself a bath. Harry came and sat in the room with him, but didn’t offer to get in with him, and for a while, Draco didn’t offer, just enjoying how his muscles were slowly relaxing. 

Unprompted, Harry brought up the fact that he’d never really liked baths because his had always been cold or forced to be short, and Draco let silence hang for a moment, not wanting to ask questions—he knew enough about Harry’s childhood he didn’t really need to, anyway—before saying that they could change it together if he wanted. 

After considering for a minute, Harry nodded, and then discovered how difficult it could be to get into a bath with someone already in it. Despite all the pain he was in, Draco ended up laughing like he hadn’t laughed in days as Harry wobbled, made funny faces, and floundered with the grace of a Flobberworm into the tub with him. But soon enough, he was in, resting back against Draco’s chest, warm, and safe, as Draco traced patterns on his skin gently.

That first bath was a tender affair. A time for healing, gentle trust being formed, and new, positive associations being made. But when Harry got out much later, jelly-legged from the heat and warm and fuzzy from napping on his lover’s chest, he knew that soon baths would become a regular thing too.

Initially he only ever took them with Draco, not yet prepared to have one alone after all the Dursley’s had done. But with time, and yes, more water fights—though after one where Draco had complained for a week that Harry had gotten soap in his eye and he still couldn’t see properly, no bubble fights—soon they became a normal part of Harry’s routine too.

Thanks for the ask! Send me a number for a drarry headcanon!

#drarry #drarry headcanon #tw child abuse #crucio #aprilwrites #totally have 2 ask games on the go lol #whoops!

[the-bangtan-boys]

Hello!! I have a BTS BE challenge for you. I hope you like it. You have to dedicate to your mutuals a song from Be! But remember only a mutual for song! So 8 songs - 8 mutuals. I know I'm terrible! Good luck and listen to Be!

AHHH NONNY!! I'M SO SORRY FOR TAKING AGES TO ANSWER THIS BUT NOW I WILL AHHHH SORRY!!! 💕💓😭

okay this was kinda hard because i know you all love the whole album and i had to choose ahhh but i tried, i hope you like my choices 🥰🙈:

'💓 dynamite - gleda (@07lov 💫): ahh oki i chose you gleda my sweetheart because you always bring these wonderful happy, sweet energy with you and never fail to light up my day with your messages. whenever i'm chatting with you it's like listening to dynamite and i immediately get happy 🎆💕 (i know you maybe don't have the best time at the moment, but i hope everything goes well and i just wanted to tell you that i think of you and keeping my fingers crossed for you!! 🥺)

'💓 disease - gloria (@rosereddawns 🦄): okiii gloria dear i hope i chose a good song hihi, i kinda remembered how you also loved this song and because you're a biiiig rapline enthusiast as i am i thought i choose this one 💕 plus- yoongi's and joonie's rap in this one are SO DAMN FINE (i also thought that if we would have had even more contact back when be came out, just like we have now, we surely would have screamed about it together hihi and i love that 🥰)

'💓 blue and grey - julia (@svenery 🌱): okii julia my angel!! 💙 i just HAD to choose this one even if i know that this song breaks your and my heart all the time (i still remember that you also said to me how you cried listening to it and just same 😔) this song is so heartbreaking beautiful and i still remember how we screamed about it while listening to be 'together' (i hope this makes you smile and also brings you a soft feeling just as the song also is and you're doing good!!! 🥰)

'💓 telepathy - crystal (@marvelousbangtan 🌺): ahhhhh crystal my flower! i still remember how you said that this one was also one of your faves ahh and same!! also it's yoongi!!!! so i just had to pick you hihi! also the way you always say i tag you always whenever you may feel a bit down or whatever on tumblr/ twt must be telepathy hihi 🙈 (i hope you're doing well and that you also always remember, everything may change but i'm happy whenever i hear from you! 💕🌟)

'💓 stay - katrina (@springkitten 🌸): my sweetie katrina!!! oki i thought of you because 1.) you can always count on me and me on you and it reminded me how we began to started talking here on tumblr (omg do you remember? still so happy about that 🙈) plus how happy i'm always to hear from you and you 'stayed'. 2.) because you're a stay hihi as me!! i just had to choose you because you're my stray kids buddy!!! hope you're doing well and remember- i also will always stay!! 🌟💕

'💓 fly to my room - mari (@asunflowercalledjimin 🐥): mari mein sonnenschein!!! i just adooore jimin's voice in that song and it reminded me of you hihi, that's why i chose you, i just love writing with you and fangirling about jiminie and whole bangtan with you. also this song always makes me feel so soft and like home just as your messages do 🥺 thanks for everything! (i hope you're doing well and work is just fine! and remember whenever you aren't feeling good you can always fly to your 'annika room' and talk to me 💖)

'💓 skit - annie (@yoongistics ☁️): my dear annie!!!! i just also wanted to tag you because i still remember your super cute ask and our little chats here on tumblr hihi! i just hope we can get to know each other maybe more and talk as much as bangtan does in the skit hihi. also i bet there will be many many more moments/ archivements of bangtan where we can fangirl about them together just like in this skit hihi! 🙈 (i hope you're doing super well and don't ever hesitate to hit me up whenever you may feel down or whatever, i'm always here for you 💕💞)

'💓 life goes on  - mirelle (@ourseokmin ✨): my dearest sunshine fairy mirelle, i just had to tag you because you and your blog always gives up the same vibe as life goes on has for me, you have such a beautiful soul and spread so much love and positivity, i had to choose you, pls never change and always stay like that! plus i'm so happy to know you and for every tag of yours 🥺 (i hope life isn't too stressful and pls always remember that you can always hit me up and i'm always here to give you a warm hug 💕)

[another mutual i just HAVE TO TAG I'M SORRY FOR BREAKING THE RULES 😭🙈:]

'💓 blue and grey - angelica (@istandbyjohnnydepp ☀️): angelica my sunshine dear, i'm still so super duper happy about your message when you wrote me you listened to be and how you liked the songs so much, all your messages about bangtan or in general warm my heart always and make me the happiest 🥺 and i remember you liked this one so much because of the lyrics and the softness/emotional vibe of it that's why i tagged you 💙 (also whenever you feel down or need someone to talk to, i'm here 💕)

'💓 to all of you: i'm so happy to have you in my life and just one song can't even describe the love i have for you all, i hope you all are doing super duper well and know that i have a big place in my heart for you all! thanks for all your tags, your sweetest messages and your kindness always. i love you all SO MUCH 💖💓🌟💕 !!!! i'm always here for all of you to scream about bangtan, kpop, whatever and always here to give you a biiiig virtual hug!! 🥰🤗

#thanks for this cuuute ask nonny and i'm sorry again for taking aaaages hdjdjkd #hope you all like my choice as i said it was so hard because be is a masterpiece and i wanted to pick you all and you all deserved all song #😭😭😭😭😭 #i hope you're all doing well cuuties!! #my words #me talking #answered 💌 #anonymous

[costellos]

tell me who you’d take on a date and where you would go! — CLOSED

@thisbloghasnoaesthetic​ asked: Id love to take Jotaro on a date. Just something chill. Like getting some good food. Or just sitting together doing nothing. I'd love to just read a book with my head on his shoulder. Just enjoying eachothers quiet comfort :)

omg that sounds like a great date for Jotaro! he definitely seems like the type to want a chill date. he’d probably opt for something that offers takeout if you’re referencing Part 3!Joot, somewhere a little nicer but just as casual if you’re referencing Part 4!Joot. and while you’re reading, you might just catch a teeny, tiny smile on his lips. but don’t say anything or you’ll ruin the moment 🤭💕

anonymous asked: i would wanna take kakyoin out to an indoor roller rink so we could rollerskate together 🥺 it’s one of the things i like to do most and i’d wanna skate around w him while holding hands! also cause he’s tall, i feel like it’d be hard for him to keep balance and prevent himself from falling lolll. but we could go out to an ice cream place nearby afterwards and watch the sun set (if the time is right) 💗

how cute!! sharing something you love with the one you love most... I dig it. Kakyoin would be soooo embarrassed, though! he just wants to impress you but his center of gravity is absolutely awful. rip. at the end of the day, however, he’d be so appreciative that you shared something so personal with him. ❤️ let him pay for the ice cream, it’s the least he can do!! and maybe hold your hand while you watch the sunset 🌅

@lavaicerinkk​ asked: I would ask mista, probably to like a concert or something like that. We'd probably go as homies, then when we get home id be like "what if we kissed haha" and hed be like 😳😳 ok, and then we live happily ever after

LMAAAAOOOOO. I feel like this is v in character for Mista.... he’d be caught so off guard by it! esp since he probably would’ve accepted that you were just friends. not that he’d say no, tho 👀 he’d just be like, “wait, for real?” and waste no time kissing you after you gave him permission. what a happy ending. 💕

@murcx04​ asked: Take someone on a date huh hmmmmm- Josuke is my bet HAHA Hed be so refreshing to be with óuò. And we'd go shopping kfbfjfn And that where- he'll just show his pleading eyes and want you to buy the shoes he wants oh boy-

I agree, he would be a very refreshing plus one! I think a shopping date would be v traditional with him. I’m imagining you both at the mall, where he cackles at all the weird sex stuff at Spencer’s and shares his food court soft pretzel with you. 🥨 he probably wouldn’t explicitly say that he wants new shoes, but he’d nudge you and be like, “hey. if you wanna know what to get me for my birthday...” and point to the Air Force 1′s on display. so subtle. 🙄

anonymous asked: tbh i think i'd like to take kira out to dinner and go on a walk. i know its a simple date but i think he's really neat and i don't really like big or flashy events and i don't think he would either kjfnksnjks. its just sumn that would suit both of us nice

ooo interesting choice, nonnie! I 100% agree with you on this one. Kira would probably take you to one of those restaurants that have private rooms. I think some ritzier places are like that? anyway, he’d want to focus this date all on you. no mindless chatter from other patrons, no screaming children — the more noise he can minimize, the better. and during your walk, I can see him allowing you to take the reins on the conversation. he just finds everything you say so fascinating! 🌷💗

@catnymous​ asked: I'd take Fugo first to just a simple lil cafe then to the park :3

Cat!! I missed you!! you should come into the askbox more often, I always enjoy your replies. in the meantime, Fugo probably overthinks a lot so this date would be casual enough for him to relax. he would probably opt for some coffee and a slice of cake that he can share with you 🍰❤️ and a stroll through the park would be the perfect way to walk off the calories! (plus when you get to a fountain he’ll probably make some corny wish about getting to spend more days with you like this a;sdfkjl)

anonymous asked: Idk if you’re familiar with part 7... but I would bring Johnny to the planetarium; it’s a place that I love, and bringing him to a place special to me would mean a lot, I think. I’d tell him all of my favorite things about space. And, it’s a little mushy, but I’d remind him that just because you can’t always see the stars doesn’t mean they’re not there; every one is special and the same is for people. And of course, it would be a fun day out to appreciate the beautiful things in the world

unfortunately, I’m not familiar with Part 7... :( but thank you so much for sharing nonetheless! this is such a heart-warming confession 💕 I wish there was more I could say; I love that you’d share all your favorite things about space, and how everything and everyone is special. 💫 such a beautiful confession. 

@serenityblaze44​ asked: I would take Bruno and/or Abbacchio to a conservatory or garden, maybe bring a picnic. Nothing too exciting, just time to relax and spend time together. Then go home for cuddles.

por que no los dos? ahaha nah I’m joking... unless 👀 no but for real, this sounds ideal for both of them! ❤️ they would both appreciate the time to unwind. I could see Abbacchio prepping all the food, while Bucciarati handles everything else (packing the blanket, utensils, alcohol, etc.). they’d probably opt for somewhere outside of Naples since it’s far too crowded in the city. afterwards, be prepared for a gr8 nap between two warm, loving boys!!

anonymous asked: I'd take Kakyoin on a date! I think it would be really fun to go somewhere like an amusement park or arcade so we could just kinda be stupid together and forget our problems. Id go on the Ferris wheel and try to kiss him at the top but he'd probably shake the cart the whole time to freak me out 😂😂 After everything he's gone through, he deserves to have a lot of fun and id love to see him smile 🥰😍

aw friend, this is such a sweet scenario! hopefully the Ferris wheel doesn’t give him too many bad memories of Death Thirteen though ope,, anyway, what a lovely way to forget about all the stuff he’s endured! he’d playfully challenge you to some arcade games (and I’m using “playfully” lightly here) and then destroy you. 🙄 but it’s okay, any tickets he gets will immediately go to a cute stuffed animal just for you 🧸

@hadesaedes​ asked: OOOH I’d have to go with either Yukako or Koichi (even tho i have like TWO hands either is fine). Yukako is a very passionate and strong lover which I LOVE cause im shy with affection so being bold with it is MWUAH. While Koichi is also passionate I like to think he enjoys more simple and low key dates which is my type of thing. Having to just bask in each other’s company without having to fill the silence is GREAT. THEY ARE BOTH GREAT!!! In this essay I will-

AHHH A+ CHOICES, FRIEND. Yukako and Koichi would spoil you so much!! they’d handle any date expenses (movie tickets, food, etc.) and would adore having any opportunity to hold your hand 😊 Yukako would probably be more physically affectionate; she’ll either have her hand on top of yours or her feet wrapped between yours when sitting. Koichi would opt for compliments, praising you on how cool and smart you are! wow, what a supportive pair 🤝

anonymous asked: It's very hard to choose, but I'd go on a date with Bruno. Idk I'm just very gay for him. He knows a lot of nice and fancy places in Naples, but since that's not really my world, I'd take him to a small coffee shop or something. Nothing fancy or expensive but still very enjoyable. Maybe some ice cream. Walking through the city and going to a restaurant in the evening. Maybe something fancy this time, or just a simple pizza

how lovely!! Bucciarati would honestly be open to try anything, but I think a small coffee shop would be v enjoyable for him. there’s so much you can learn about someone over a cup of joe. ☕ since he’s been living in / around Naples his whole life, he’d probably share some neat facts about the city while on your stroll! “the Amalfi Coast is best known for its limoncello liqueur. I know a great place to try it if you’re interested.” 🍋

@moloko-tyan​ asked: Hello, little bird💫sending you rays of love and positive energy! This new event is so much fun. Several hours I wondered with who I wanted to go out, ahah. And I think it would be Erina. She deserves to have fun especially after all those awful events in her life. We would go to atelier. We could go through fabrics to choose which fits the best. We would look at lovely laces, buttons, jewels and we would argue about models of dresses and evening gowns. I want her to feel safe🌻 thank u so much!

friend! I always get so excited when you pop into my askbox!! ty for participating 💕 Erina is such a great choice imo. and this is such a creative date! she’d have so much fun running her fingers over all the interesting fabrics. Erina would take the most beautiful dresses and hold them up against you, saying how lovely the color suits you. 👗 although she’d be too shy to try those dresses on herself, she would have so much fun spending the day with you!!

anonymous asked: I hope it's okay to send this (I honestly don't want you to get overwhelmed)! But if it's okay: I would love to take Fugo on a date! I love this boy with all my heart and I would love to travel with him to my country to a town next to the sea and give him a tour of its history (and visit the local art and history museums there)! And later grab some ice cream and walk along the seafront in the evening where there are less people and just enjoy the walk together as the sun sets. -Turtle Anon🐢

oooohh, Turtle Anon!! thank you for your concern. you’re all good, don’t worry! anywho, that’s a wonderful date for Fugo. he would have an absolute blast reading about all the art and history your country has to offer 🏛️ you might have to push him along though, he’s the type to absorb everything n really slow down when reading... but at the end of the day, as you’re walking along the beach, he’d thank you for sharing a part of yourself with him. he’d be so honored! ☀️

anonymous asked: tbh i'd love to take narancia on a super spontaneous date... only the date and time are set, the entire day is just going around town and doing whatever stupid fun random things,, eating street food and going into shops to try on random fits and running around laughing, mayhaps go to an arcade, or do some karaoke. and then wind down at like a mcdonalds late at night, tired but happy and satisfied.. hhh nara is v fun i just wanna hang out w him honestly 🤕😔🤕😔

yeeeess this is the perfect date for Narancia!! he loves spontaneous stuff like this. he’d have so much fun gorging himself on street food and playing around with weird fits. he’d probably put on the stupidest things he can find, like this. and if you go to karaoke, be ready to screech some absolute bangers. he will not take anything less than confident (yet bad), loud (yet joyous) singing. 🎤 n while he might be falling nodding off at the McDonald’s, he’d sleepily tell you how amazing the day was and how he wants to do this again 💕

@tomomi012​ asked: I'm going to share another ideal date idea, but with Kakyoin. I'd like us to go to one of those cat cafes in Japan. I mean, cats, coffee and a cute Japanese boy, is this heaven? and I would tell him: "Nori, today I am in heaven"

ofc, share all you want! omg... I love this idea..... Kakyoin would be so soft anytime a cat approaches him. he’d do a little “pspsps” and hold out his finger for them to smell. and once a cat actually nudges him, he’d just melt! he wouldn’t show it outwardly, but you can see it in how bright his eyes get. I think Kakyoin would be the type to either attract a ton of cats or cats hate him, there’s no in between. 😭❤️ both make for some gr8 scenarios, though! 

@pommmejuice​​ asked: for your post about taking a character on a date :,) i think i’d like to take abba to art museums/cultural centers ,, i’d love to talk to him about my culture and what life is like (if he’d be interested;; lol) n maybe afterwards while we get italian food he can talk to me about what italian culture is like, the parts that aren’t shown in the media 🥺 so uh a date where we’re both learning new things about each other hehe

n maybeeeee take fugo to a café where we can study together n talk about our favorite things in our lives/culture.... n maybe hold hands on the table and maybe stare into his eyes tenderly ... you know because he’s my BFF (Best Friend Forever) .. you know how best friends do.. 😳

ooo Ireeene I figured you’d say Abbacchio :3c but that’s such a cute date for him! ofc he’d be interested in learning more about you!! you wouldn’t see it, but every time you share something you that you love about your culture, Abbacchio’s gaze on you would be so loving... 💖 he adores that you’re sharing so personal with him (of all people!!). and he’d get a kick out of telling you misconceptions about Italy. don’t get him started on how much he hates the Mario Bros.

as for Fugo, he would react similarly. I could see him ask more questions about your culture, while Abbacchio lets you go on and on. he’s so interested in everything about you!! and the moment you hold his hand... wow... get ready to see some intense blushing... he wouldn’t pull away, but his attention would turn to something else and his stutter would be apparent. pull yourself together, Fugo! 😤

anonymous asked: I'd take Rohan on a date, I'm a lil gay for that trash man. Tbh, it would either be an amazing date or a total disaster. I think we'd plan something fun and relaxing, like going to an art gallery or seeing a movie, but we'd end up in an adventure because that's what keeps happening to Rohan for some reason. At the end of the day we'd go to a restaurant to put a normal ending to that strange day

HAHAHA omggg friend this is a pretty accurate description of Rohan’s life. I think he’d be really annoyed that the day ended up this way, but he’s glad that he got to spend it with someone he tolerates. 💕 Rohan would try to push past those feelings once you go to the restaurant. this date is still salvageable!! he might complain a lil, but ultimately, he’d try to focus on you and what you enjoyed 🥰

@xxbluejayxx​ asked: For the Jojo date thing, I'd take Abbacchio. Well not really picky about the kind of date, I feel a nice quiet one at home would be best. It could be a homemade dinner, a movie night, or both. When it comes down to it, for me anytime spent with someone I love is time well spent, and that is something I will willingly admit

this is such a peaceful date for Abbacchio! I agree, a quiet date at home would be best. 😊❤️ as I mentioned in other scenarios, he’d likely take over kitchen duties. no need to worry about anything, just tell him what you want and he’d whip it up for you! and when it comes time to watch the movie, he’d tell you to sit a lil closer to him... he’s not very good with verbalizing affection, but he loves when he can feel your skin against his.

anonymous asked: I reeally wanna take Polnareff on a date. He deserves it sooo much. He's such a handsome sweetie. Id turn on the charm for him for once, like he always does. I have a beautiful image in my head of an outdoor patio restaurant with hundreds of strings of lights. We both dress up and have a lovely meal under the stars and magical lights, and then our favorite song plays and we have a dance beneath the lights. I think it would be goofy and romantic, stepping on toes as we attempt to dance around 😍

ahhh Polnareff would be so flattered to have you flirt with him! he’d probably get a lil flustered since this is nicer than what he’s used to, but seeing you dressed to the nines would make make him go 🥵 likewise, he’d push himself through the situation by just focusing on you. and when you start dancing... wow!! he’d lose himself laughing and being absolutely miserable at showing his moves. but it doesn’t matter, because he’s here with you and everything is okay ⭐

@rat-makes-stuff asked: Ok so I would take Giorno back to my home state of Michigan. Mafia boss has got to be tired as hell, so what's better than walking through the woods and collecting rocks at Lake Huron (I'm biased that's my favorite lake no CAP). We would watch the sun set and then look at the stars when they come out. Wildflower picking, trying to see how many deer we can find, and picnics by the lake? Yes pleaseee

before I start, Tumblr wasn’t letting me tag you in this!! so I hope you still see my response :( anyway, this is such a relaxing date! Don Giorno would love to unwind in nature. he’d probably take some stones he found near Lake Huron and turn them into a bouquet of flowers for you! 💐and since he’s probably never seen the sky without light pollution, he’d be astonished at how beautiful the sky is. he wouldn’t be able to say anything, just pull you close to him and thank you for taking him out here 🌠

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[cookiemunster10]

All or Nothing

A/N: ahh here we go Nonnie! This Idea was the best one i had for Arthur! i hope you all enjoy i know i did, i really enjoyed writing this.

Warning(s): Mild Language, Fluff and more Fluff!!

Pairing(s): Arthur Morgan x Reader

Summary: Being with the gang for a few years now, Arthur and You have became close friends. But soon both of you and him slowly start to have feelings for each other. You couldn’t say anything because you were shy, and well Arthur really never know how to talk to women. So what if one night, the gang throws a celebration and you get drunk and tell Arthur your feelings. Will Arthur run and ignore you, or will Arthur express his feelings towards you the next morning. 

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You had been with the gang for a few years now, they were your family. Grateful is what you were for Dutch letting you join after Javier finding you. Up early and about you were, knowing if up early and getting your chores done you didn’t have to worry about them later.

Removing yourself from your tent, slowly stretching letting out a tiny yawn. You made your way over to the coffee that was on the fire warming up. You noticed Dutch was up as well, as you knew that he didn’t sleep very much. 

Pouring yourself a cup of coffee,  taking a sip as you watched Arthur make his way over.  Arthur noticed you giving a smile and a tilt of his head towards you, making a smile appear on your lips. Watching him pour himself a cup and walk your way. 

“Mornin’ Arthur.” You smiled

“Mornin’.” He grumbled, taking a sip of his coffee.

The birds chirping in the soft light of the morning, it was quiet between the two of you. You lifted the cup up to your lips, softly touching the brim as you took a drink. 

You were in love with Arthur, overtime being close to him you were starting to have feelings for this man..but there was no way to tell him. Shy, Shy that’s what you were because you were afraid if you did bring up the feelings..you worried about losing this man. Afraid that he would run and ignore you.

Taking another sip of his Coffee, Arthur grunted standing up tossing the rest of his coffee to the side.

“Where ya goin’ you just sat down Arthur.” You chuckled.

“Ahhh, I got stuff to do,” He grumbled

By this time you stood up, tossing the rest of your coffee to the ground. A soft laugh escaped your lips with a shake of your head.

“You’re right Arthur..I have to get my Chores done.” You laughed, “just thought you were leaving me because you thought I stink.”

Arthur busted into a laugh, making you laugh. Both of you smiling at each other, walking side by side slowly.

“No of course not Y/N..” He chuckled deeply

“Ok-.”

Before you could finish your sentence, Dutch interrupted.

“Arthur! Get over here will You.” He bellowed out, by this time everyone else was starting to wake up.

“I’ll see you around Y/N.” Arthur huffed, leaving you to walk towards Dutch.

You watched the two men talking, you sometimes wondered what they were talking about. But in the back of your mind you probably knew that they were talking about plans.

You decided it was time to work on your chores, first the wash, and then making sure everything is in the right order and stocked up. Then lastly was making sure the clothes were fixed if they we’re worn.

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Later that day..

You were hanging up the wash, there was a lot of clothes that needed washing. While busy paying attention to the clothes, you never did hear the footsteps coming up behind you.

“I thought you would have thos done by now.” Arthur grumbled while leaning over your shoulder.

You jumped making Arthur let out a chuckle. Swatting at the man playfully you gave him a glare.

“Arthur Morgan!” You huffed with a slight giggle, “ you ass, look what you made me do.”

“You need to be kept on your feet.” He deeply chuckled a smile playing on his lips, sitting on the stump that was next to you.

“Well..” you huffed, picking up the once clean shirt, “well since you’re just sitting there..would you like to help.”

“Nah, ain’t my job.” He pulled out a cigarette, giving you a smirk before lighting the cigarette and taking a puff of it.

“Of course not, your job is to rob stagecoaches and get into bar fights.” You snarked back with a smile, finishing the clothes.

“Hey..now, let’s not go there with the bar fight.” He huffed, “I was just defending myself.” Arthur nodded his head.

You chuckled with a smile, “is that what you call it.”

Finally finishing the clothes, you walked over sitting by Arthur. Arthur handed you his cigarette, taking it you took a puff of it and handed it back.

“So when..are you going to rescue Sean.” You asked, looking to him.

“Soon,” he grumbled.

Arthur had to admit it, seeing you sit next to him when taking the puff of his cigarette. You were gorgeous..of course he didn’t know how to tell you because first of all he was a man of a few words and second, he really never knew how to talk to women, after Elizabeth.

Arthur stood up putting out his cigarette, stomping on it. You watched him lend out a hand for you to grab, taking his hand he pulled you up.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly, “well I must get back to my chores.”

“Sure sure, don’t want you to get in trouble my Grimshaw..believe me.” He chuckled giving you a side grin.

“Of course, thank you Arthur.”

Arthur watched you walk away, shaking his head. You were going to be the death of him, he walked over to his horse, patting his steeds neck before climbing up.

“C’mon boy.” He whispered, as he took the reigns and turned his horse around. Making the horse move and head down the trail.

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Later that night...

Arthur, Javier and Charles had rescued Sean from the bounty hunters. Arthur didn’t want to rescue the Irish man, but truthly he was happy that Sean was back.

The gang was throwing a celebration party for the return of Sean, you were sitting with Karen. Drinking along with her, you were Drunk at this point. You stumbled up from the seat, Karen just laughed drunkly at you.

“Yyyy/n..” she slurred your name, with a laugh, “get ba-back-back here.”

You laughed drunkly as you held the whiskey bottle in your hand. Turning around stumbling, pointing at Karen.

“Yo—ouuu needdd..” you giggled, “yo—ou need to stopp drink-drinking sooo much.” You slurred.

Karen and you paused looking at each other before laughing uncontrollably drunk. Karen looked at you, swaying side to side while you held onto her shoulder. 

“he--heyy you shoul-ddd,” Karen hiccuped, “You shoould tell Arthu-r..you’re feelin-n-ngs towards’ him.” slurring her words.

“Fine-e-e i will.” You slurred your words.

Karen and you then started to laugh and giggle at the same time, Hosea watched the two of you with a shake of his head laughing. Of course the old man was drunk as well. While stumbling around looking for Arthur, he had spotted you across the camp. 

You were stumbling trying to keep your balance but you were gone, you were wasted. Arthur walked up to you, as he looked over your body with a slight laugh and the shake of his head. 

“What are you doing Y/N.” He smiled, hiding a laugh. “Are you Drunk.” 

“n-noo im not drunkkk.” you slurred your words, pointing a finger into Arthur’s chest. 

“Sure you’re not.” Arthur chuckled, “ C’mon let’s get you settled down,” 

“Noo” you whined drunkenly

“Y/N..you’re drunk you need to sit down before getting yourself hurt.”  Arthur grumbled, taking you by the arm gently and helping down to the chair. 

“Ohhh..a-a-rthurrr..” You slurred, “I love you, you know that..i love you.” You whined as you closed your eye’s, “Why can’t you love me.”

Arthur went silent as he heard your words, but deep down inside was relieved that you had feelings for him, because he had feelings for you for awhile now. But in the back of his mind, you were drunk and you didn’t mean it. 

“Y/N..you’re Drunk you don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, let’s get you laid down.” 

You nodded your head slowly, closing your eyes as your head fell onto Arthur’s chest. He smiled down at you, as you were passed out on his chest. Arthur stood up first then picking you up carrying you into your tent. 

He placed you on your cot, and covering you up. When turning away, you whined reaching out your arm, taking his hand into his. Arthur looked down at your sleepy, drunk self you looked adorable, the outlaw had to admit. 

“Arthur..please stay.” You mumbled sleepily.

Arthur looked at your sleepy form in the cot, he had the chance to run and to forget the whole thing and act like it never happened. 

But..Arthur stayed, he smiled softly as he sat on the edge of the cot taking off his boots. Laying down besides your sleepy form, he covered the both of you. You gave a small smile, snuggling deep into his chest. Arthur didn’t know what to do, in the minute because he was never good with women. 

Soon Arthur moved one of his arms behind you, having his fingers trace your back and the other hand holding your arm that was laying across his chest. 

“I love you Arthur,” You mumbled. 

“And..I love you too Darlin’.” He smiled, closing his eyes. Falling asleep to the steady sound of your breathing. 

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The Next Morning..

You awoke slowly, grunting and wincing from the hangover you had. You shouldn’t had drink that much, soon you felt a body next to you. Slowly looking over to the right side of you, seen Arthur’s sleeping form. 

Panic washed over you, looking down still seeing that both of you were still dressed. Feeling the cot move, Arthur grunted and groaned as he awoke from his slumber..seeing you awake, sitting up in the cot.

“Mornin’ Darlin’.”  He smiled sleepily to you.

“Mornin’ Arthur..” You paused before continuing, “Did we..uh do anything.” You blushed.

“Of course not Darlin’, but we need to talk about something,” He cleared his throat, sitting up now. 

“Oh..God what happened Arthur.” 

“You know i’m not good with word’s Y/N..but last night you were drunk.”  

Arthur took your hands into his giant, but yet soft, strong hands. You looked down at both of your hands intertwined together. You felt warmth heat up your cheeks. 

“what did i do Arthur..” You whispered softly, 

“I-I well..Jesus sweetheart” He grumbled, “You told me you loved me.” 

Silence could be heard through out the land, you coughed at the words that escaped Arthur’s mouth. 

“Oh..Arthur, i’m so sorry in understand- that you don’t.” A sniffled escaped you, “That you don’t have to be close friends with me anymore.” 

“Y/N..i may not be good with words, towards women..but.” he gave you a look, “You know me right, have you ever seen back down from something i want.” His voice was raspy from waking up.

“No, i haven’t yet Arthur.” You smiled softly. 

“Well then sweetheart i want you, and I..I love you too Darlin’.” He smiled, pulling you close to him.

He placed a soft, gentle, kiss upon your lips. Soon both of your lips moved in sync with each other, you pulled away. Breathing heavy from the passionate but yet soft kiss that just happened. 

“maybe being drunk was the best thing to happen to me.” You giggled, but grunted as a headache washed over you. 

“lay back down, Darlin’..I’ll go see if any coffee is up, and maybe some biscuits for you.” He nodded towards you, as he sat up pulling on his boots.

From the spot on the cot you were laying at, you watched the muscles through Arthur’s shirt move. You smirked, as the thoughts ran through your mind about this man. You both were lucky to have each other and that you and Arthur finally confessed to each other about how you felt towards one another.

#love #red dead redemption fans #rdr2 fandom #red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #arthur morgan #Arthur Morgan x reader #red dead redemption x reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 arthur

[definitely-not-black-cat]

oh my imagine a college student au where you and harrison are dating and he gets extremely stressed over upcoming tests/finals and you (y/n) decide to giver yourself the job to cheer him up by having a movie night, giving him massages, and ordering Chinese food, etc. I love fluffy fluff ahhh skksjsk :)

Hi, doll! I’m so sorry this took me so long!! I hope you actually see this at some point! xD

You knew Harrison had had a long day. You could see it written all over his face the second he walked through the door of your shared apartment. He tried his best to hide these things from you, he didn’t like to stress you out just because he was stressed, but because you’d been dating so long, you knew just by the way his shoulders drooped. He kicked off his shoes, giving you a gentle smile before crossing the room to you.

“Don’t do that.” You mumbled, standing on the couch to even out your height difference before wrapping your arms around his neck. He held you tightly, inhaling deeply before loosening his grip. “What happened?” You asked softly, holding his cheek in your palm.

“I don’t think I passed that exam,” he sighed, shifting his eyes to anywhere but you.

“Well, luckily, you have the best girlfriend in the world who already placed an order for your favorite Chinese food. Why don’t you put on a movie, and I’ll be right back.” You instructed, getting down off the couch with his hand helping to steady you.

You went to the bedroom, grabbing the warming massage oil and heading back to the living room, unsurprised to see a Batman movie playing on the tv. With a chuckle, you instructed Harrison to take off his shirt and lay on his stomach. His eyes warily trailed down to the massage oil in your hands before nodding, doing as he was told. You climbed on his back, legs straddling either side of his hips before placing a few soft kisses along his spine, causing his muscles to tense at the gentle contact.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked tenderly, putting some oil on your hands before starting at the bit of muscle just beneath you, slowly moving upwards as your hands worked his back into a more relaxed state.

“I just…I studied so hard and I don’t think I did well. It’s so frustrating.” He sighed and you leaned forward, placing a loving kiss on his slightly exposed cheek.

“I’m sure you did great, baby. You’re one of the smartest people I know. Even if you didn’t do well, I’m sure you’ll figure something out. Okay?”

“Thank you, darling. You always know how to make me feel better.”

Sorry it was so short, but I’m actually kinda proud of this? Hope you liked it, Nonnie!!

#asked and answered #anon #nonnie #summer writes #harrison osterfield #blurb #I love this #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield blurb #college AU

[mianmimi]

Excuse me?! Who gave you the right to write that beautiful post about Stephen and Mordo and the multiverse? I can't stop reading it and it is k i l l i n g me. I can totally picture SS!Evil(?)!Mordo being the alluring thot that the fandom joked mcu Mordo would be. He rides Stephen's dick, toys with him, tortures him emotionally like "why weren't you there when your Mordo needed you?" ... but then he inevitably falls in love with Stephen, who will never love him as much as he loved his Mordo :(

Hi Nonny! I’m super happy you enjoyed that little mini fic ^^ Hopefully you’ll like this tiny follow up too. The last part of what you said….with Evil Mordo falling in love with Stephen who can’t reciprocate….ahhh it was too tempting to pass up. Such a gorgeously bittersweet scene you painted there. Perhaps Nonny, perhaps…

Perhaps our Stephen finds bitter comfort in the arms of another Mordo. Maybe our Stehen visits him when in need of a spell, or a favor, only to end up on his bed.

Perhaps this other Mordo doesn’t care what Stephen’s thinking, so long as he’s satisfied. He keeps his body open and his heart closed, encased with measured indifference. Until of course he’s met with the same fate that all his other selves meet, no matter what world or reality they roam.

Maybe this other Mordo slips deeper into that realization every time our Stephen leaves. He misses Stephen without meaning to, leaving him with an aching hunger that grows with every wordless goodbye. He’s left waiting, seeking for more and more til the truth weighs hard in his heart that he’s fallen in love with a fool.

For only a fool like our Stephen would long for a dead man over him.

“I have his name, his body, his face, lips, eyes, everything you loved about him,” this other Mordo would say as he leans over Stephen on the bed.

Our Stephen turns from him, refusing to meet those wide pleading eyes.

“I have so much of him,” this other Mordo says. His hands aren’t scared like our Mordo’s. They’re soft, meant to please lovers. “So much of him….So tell me, why can’t you love me?”

Our fool keeps silent. His sapphire eyes look straight at the dark ceiling above them. The body beside him tenses, the anger tight and blooming.

“Look at me,”

“I’m not one of your minions to command,” Our Stephen says, “Even if you are Sorcerer Supreme in this universe.”

“You’re mourning for someone gone and cold. His final home…. an alabaster jar on a shelf,”

Our Stephen finally looks at this other Mordo. The fool’s jaw tightens, mouth watering, eyes glistening with renewed grief.

“Those ashes won’t comfort you,” This Mordo’s voice nearly sounds as warm as another’s. Though not quite. Just cool enough to make the distinction hurt. “But I’m here, waiting and willing, lowering myself to be with someone like you….”

“Don’t,” Stephen warns, his eyes sharp with threat.

This Mordo stalls. He takes a breath and so does the fool, each one calculating their next move. Both wanting something that could never be theirs.

“I’m a god in my world. But even that’s not enough to erase him, is it?” This other Mordo asks. “Stephen…”

“You’re jealous over someone you’ve never met,” Our Stephen answers. “This is just sex. You made that clear from the start. All these professions of love….all of this is a little dramatic for an arranged fling don’t you think?”

“You speak that way because you still grieve for him,” This other Mordo says bitterly. “I suppose I should praise you for that. Your devotion, however delayed, is admirable. I wonder if there’s a lifetime where you get the timing right. Or maybe you’re just always destined to fall in love with me too late—”

“I will never fall in love with you,” Our fool says. He cups this Mordo’s face, thumb running over the cheek without a scar. “And you know that, don’t you?”

This Mordo looks at him, eyes wide and soft, his soul broken for him.

“You were wrong before. And you’re wrong about this too.” This other Mordo says, leaning in to brush their mouths together. “You will learn to love me.”

Our Stephen allows this Mordo to kiss him, on his mouth, his neck, wherever he could reach. It was desperate, one sided, and the pleading and begging only made it clearer to him that this was not his Mordo. This was not his Karl.

With that harsh truth, Stephen groans and kisses him back, forcing him down on the bed. This other Mordo eagerly complies, his long hair spreading out below them as his legs hook around Stephen’s waist.

“You will love me Stephen. You have no choice….” this other Mordo says, kissing the edge of his mouth. “I’m the closest thing you’ll get.”

Our Stephen’s kisses stop at this other Mordo’s neck, right below the jaw. He hears the moan dying out, the heartbeat racing beneath his lips. He looks up, his hand resting gently on the cheek where his love’s dimple should have been.

“Close enough is not enough,” Our Stephen says, the words heavy and pained.

This other Mordo looks at him, hurt settling for a moment in those doe eyes. Then it was gone, replaced by cold determination and lust.

“And you have no one else to blame for that, do you Stephen?”

#ask and answer #mini fic #wild imaginings #strordo #stephen strange/karl mordo #doctor strange #stephen strange #karl mordo #otp feels #alternate reality #alternate realities #thank you nonny

[the-bangtan-boys]

Hello! 💫✨💛 This is the love bot! I am here to ask you to describe your mutuals as your favorite things/feelings! Spread some love during these tough times 💛✨💫 Then send this to 10 people and keep the love going 💛

ahhh sorry nonny for being SO LATE! now i will finally do this i had to thought for some time first agdhdjd 🙈💞

@freya132 -> you're like the mountain i can lean on whenever i am lost at sea, the beach and the warm sand where i can always relax and feel free, because when i am with you i feel so much like myself and can just fangirl abourt everything and everyone, i miss you btw 🏝🌅

@angtaelic -> you're like a beautiful sunflower that blooms so brightly and brights up my day every day, also like a warm blanket that keeps me warm and comfortable always, you're so wonderful, i feel so grateful with every message i get from you and i am beyond honored that i know you! 🌻🧸

@mykths -> sweet candy and sweets because you're always so super sweet and spread only happiness and are always so supportive and kind, i enjoy every of our talks so much and i am so happy i know you and for every of your messages 🍭🍬

@hoseoknysus -> sunshine and warmth because you are always so super nice and shine like the sun, you bring such a sunny, yellow vibe hihi, i am always so happy to see you on my dash 💛☀️

@springkitten -> you're like walking around in a park in the summer sun, taking beautiful pictures of flowers and trees, you're like the prettiest flower in the garden, i enjoy our latest talks so so much 🍃⚘🌱🌸

@r-m -> soft aesthetic rooms with roses and flowers that light up the whole house, because i just ADORE your taste and blogs in general🌸💘💓💗

@ygeomie -> all that stars who shine in the universe because you shine so bright and i love you so much for that, plus your love for stars and stuff hihi, also do you remember us all watching shooting stars? ✨🎇

@luzifer92 -> beautiful old aesthetic books filled with amazingly written stories by you because you're so talented and awesome and i love you, miss reading your stuff cutie 📚✒

@yugyeomshadow -> painting and colorful drawing and just happiness, idk why i just thought of colorful things when i thought of you hihi, i enjoy our talks so much, hope to know you better, also your TASTE 🎨🌈

@honeyoongi -> sweet honey and sweets because you are so sweet and kind always and i enjoy our conversation and appreciate it so much, also because of honey boy hihi 🍯🍭

@starlightmalec -> a beautiful little bird that sings in the morning or evening to make my day brighter and happier because i enjoy our latest conversation so much and you're sooo lovely, hope to know you more better🐥🐣

@onebig-loveaffair -> a long warm walk on the beach, running through the waves enjoying the beautiful weather because i remember how you talked about when you and your friends went to the sea, miss you btw ☀️🌊

@goodboy-taetae -> roadtrips in new zealand, having fun while driving in the car and being happy because i remember us talking about bon voyage so well hihi, miss our conversations btw🍀🚙

@shadowworldx -> gardening and planting little plants and enjoying it ⚘🌿 because i remember how you asked me about planting stuff and i also adore that so much!! also because you make my day so bright with every of your messages like a beautiful flower bouquet

@bts-springday -> walking around in the forrest listening to the birds and just enjoying the nature because you and your theme always remind me of flowers in the garden or something like that, love everytime you get so happy when i tagged you hihi! 🍃🌱

@cherryjk cherries and sweet, lovely fruits because you're always so super kind and lovely and because of your name hihi, hope to know you better! 🙈🍒

@utopiajeon -> a warm tea and just resting enjoying your day 🍵🛀 idk why you bring a soft, warm rose vibe hihi idk why i think that, this just came into my mind, maybe i know you more better soon

just chose a few, hope that's okay 🙈💗 love you all so so much!! i am so happy i know you all and i can't believe i have so many beautiful, kind, amazing, talented and just stunning human beings in my life!! you are SO SPECIAL! 💖

#me talking #my words #answered 💌 #anonymous #sorry for taking so long #aghdjdj also i hope you like my choices ahhdjd i didnt quite now what to say but i just let me inspiring flow 🙈💗💕 #love you alllll so much!!! #*let my inspiration flow

[cookiemunster10]

Saving Grace (Part 1)

A/N: Ahhh!! here ya go nonnie!! I’ll try to make a part 2 of this soon! ❤️ i didn’t want this to be to to long lol so I hope you all enjoy! ❤️

Warning(s): Mild Language, Fluff!

Pairing(s): Arthur Morgan x Reader

Summary: You we’re alone for awhile, until the Van der linde gang had found you and rescued you from those Nasty O’driscolls! Slowly a certain cowboy had his eyes on you, Morgan. Dutch and everyone saw it, that he was sweet on you, but you could be a badass but in your mind you were mostly shy and kept to yourself. What if one day something tragic happens and the gang splits?? Will you find them or give up?? Or will a certain cowboy find you?

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Colter of 1894

 After a failed robbery in Blackwater, and the pinktertons after the gang, they headed up north into the Grizzly Mountains. When heading up north Dutch and the rest of the crew ran into a snowstorm. 

The snowstorm left half the gang, frozen and nearly starving to death. Arthur came back from scouting up ahead. Dutch squinted threw the snowy weather so he could look at Arthur. 

“Anything!” He yelled, 

Arthur nodded his head, as he held unto Tamina’s reigns pulling them back. Riding next to the wagon, that Dutch and Hosea were driving. Arthur found a small abandon mining town, called Colter. 

“Yeah, Found a small abandon mining town,” Arthur announced before continuing, “That will be our shelter.”  

With a nod of his head, Dutch called out to the rest of the gang. That Colter will be there camp for now, until the weather died down and some of the snow melted so they could get off the mountain. 

“Hopefully, we lost the pinkertons through this storm.” Hosea announced loudly

“Of course we did, but as soon as the storm dies down and the snow melts they will be on our trail.” Dutch looked over to his close friend, “So when it stops we move.” 

Hosea nodded his head, snapping the reigns to make the horses move faster through the deep snow. The snow was deep, sometimes making the wagon wheels get stuck. 

When arriving to the small abandon mining town, Arthur already there waiting on them. Helping all of them inside, Grimshaw barking out orders turning it into a running camp. 

“What about John and Micah..Dutch.” Arthur grumbled, 

“I sent them off ahead, scouting for supplies and food.” Dutch Spoke lowly to Arthur, his right hand man, his son. 

Arthur scuffed, “John, you sent John..that poor bastard will get himself stuck out in this snow storm.” 

Dutch gave Arthur a look, before facing everyone else in front of him. 

“Now Listen all of you, I sent John and Micah out Scouting for Food and Supplies.” He barked, “We had a rough past couple day’s but we will make it through it, keep the faith.” 

“But i’m starving.” Karen whined

“and i’m freezing.” little jack huddled next to his momma Abigail. 

“Now now..we will be off this mountain soon, meantime, Hosea.” Dutch looked to the older man, “Make sure everyone get’s warm..me and Arthur are going out to take a look around, see if we can find anything..or find John or Micah.”

Hosea nodded at his close friend, as Dutch and Arthur walked out bundled up. The freezing wind blew hard in their faces and the cold nipped the tips of their ears, and nose’s. 

Dutch mounted The Count, as Arthur mounted Tamina again. He would have to thank Charles for letting him burrow his horse. As they took off threw the snow, the wind picked up and blew the snow around them harder. 

“Wonder where Micah went.” Arthur called out, keeping his head low. 

“I don’t know, Him and John Should’ve been back by now” Dutch called back.

“Well through this Snow Storm I doubt it, especially John.”  Arthur let out a deep chuckle. 

Soon enough, the two of them seen a light a head of them. Both stopping their horses to make clear on who that was. Arthur turned his head to Dutch, getting his gun ready just in case. 

“Whoever you are, show yourself.” Dutch yelled,

The person came closer to the two, revealing their self to the two cowboys. It was Micah, Micah was the one coming close to them. 

“Micah..Where’s John.” Arthur Grumbled, “he was with you wasn’t he.”

“Don’t worry Cowpoke, he went out scouting for food but i found a cabin not to far from camp.” He spoke, “it looks like they’re having a party.” 

Dutch looked back to Arthur, who just scuffed shaking his head. Knowing that they were going to interrupt that party. Micah led the way to the cabin that had lights glowing and sounds of people inside, with Arthur and Dutch behind him. 

“Are you sure this is not a trap.” Arthur grumbled, “like in blackwater.” He called out. 

“Listen Cowpoke, we will talk about that later but now we have a cabin to raid.” Micah yelled to Arthur.

Arthur gruffed as him and Dutch followed behind Micah, Micah announced that they were close. They made it to a cliff side seeing the cabin below the three. Micah proudly smirked, looking over to Dutch and Arthur. 

“There she is boy’s..like i said the place is buzzing with life,” 

Dutch nodded, “Of course Micah, Boys let’s turn down our lanterns and get a closer look.”  All turned down their lantern’s, “Now let’s go get ourselves a better look at this place.” 

Tugging the regin’s to Tamnina to turn around Arthur followed behind Dutch down the slope. Following behind him was Micah, once making it down the hill Dutch noticed the hitching post’s  behind the trees that would mask them being there. 

“Let’s tie the horses up, and Arthur you take the shed, here..and Micah go hide behind the wood pile.” Dutch spoke lowly, Micah and Arthur nodded.

They took their hiding places and laid low, when Dutch walked up to the door. When upon knocking, Dutch stood their for a few minutes before an Irish man Answered.  The boy’s listen to Dutch’s sob story, when Micah interrupted Arthur’s thoughts. 

“Arthur..” He hissed, “Arthur morgan..we have a problem here.” 

“What is it Micah,” He turned his head over to where the blonde headed man hid. 

“Look..” 

Micah pointed to the dead body in the wagon, Arthur muttered underneath his breathe. 

“Shit..O’Driscoll’s..get ready..Micah”  Arthur huffed, as him and Micah drew their guns ready for a gun fight.

Soon More men came out of the cabin, Arthur raised a bit trying to get a good aim on of the O’driscolls. Soon he had a shot and took it, Dutch jumped over to Safety while shooting. Arthur killed a lot of the men, Micah and him came out of hiding now taking out any O’Driscoll’s they could find. 

Dutch was out of breathe, while he stood up from the snow. He dusted himself off walking over to the two boys. 

“What in the hell was that.” He yelled

“It was O’Driscoll’s Dutch, they would've killed you if they had the chance.” Arthur grumbled with a sigh, “Micah showed me the body...and it was definitely O’Driscoll’s.”

Dutch sighed, Just then they heard a scream inside the cabin. Both running in seeing you, with a knife in hand and Micah chasing after you. 

“Leave me alone you son of a bitch.” You hissed, trying to stab Micah. 

“She’s one of them Dutch, She’s an O’Driscoll’s.” He yelled, as he chased you around the dinner table. 

“She’s not one of them Micah, Look at her.” Dutch yelled out, seeing how Micah wasn’t stopping. 

“God Damnit Micah will you stop it.” Arthur Yelled out

 as he pulled Micah away from you but soon Micah pushed away from Arthur. Knocking over into the table, spilling over the lantern causing it to shatter and start a fire. 

“Miss..Miss..everything is okay..Everything is okay.” Dutch spoke softly to you, covering you with a blanket. Taking you out quickly, Arthur raided the house quickly and found a few good things, and some food that will last a while until they can hunt. 

Dutch helped you unto the back of his horse, before climbing up. You wrapped your arms around the man’s waist gently. 

“Arthur, Go check the barn, see if there’s anything else in there that we should need.”

“Sure Dutch.” 

While checking out the barn, another O’Driscoll was hiding knocking Arthur off by surprise. Soon after taking care of the man, Arthur took the horse from the stall and whatever else was there and left. 

Climbing unto his new horse, Arthur held Tamina’s reigns in the other. Heading over to where Dutch and the new woman was waiting along with Micah. 

“Let’s head back to the camp, get this woman warm and fed.” Dutch spoke, Arthur nodded his head in agreement. 

While heading back to the camp, Dutch asked you some questions but you couldn’t answer right away.

“It’s all gone..all gone.” You whimpered

“Everything, will be okay miss you’re safe.” Arthur Spoke lowly but in a soft tone. 

You nodded your head slowly, as you gripped unto Dutch. Him Asking your name, which you simply told him.

“Y/N..L/N” You spoke softly

“Well Miss Y/N..you’re in good hand’s.” Dutch spoke

Soon they made it back to camp, Arthur thanked Charles again for letting him borrow his horse again. Grimshaw helped you down, and wrapped her arms around you taking into the warmth. 

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Few Month’s Later..

You were getting used to everything around the camp, and your new family. You still missed your Husband of course what wife wouldn’t. Sitting on the rock, just getting carry away in the thought, Arthur walked up towards you.

“Hey now, don’t think to hard sweetheart.”  He chuckled, 

You looked up from the spot you were sitting at, gave a soft smile to the cowboy. Who learned that his name was Arthur Morgan, he was one the man there that night in the cabin up in the mountains.

“I promise..I’m not.” speaking softly, you looked back down to your hands.

Arthur sighed, as he sat down next you, rubbing his hands on his jeans. He wasn’t really good talking to women, he was only outspoken when he needed to be. 

“Listen..i um sorry what happened that night..” He huffed, “back up in those mountains.” 

“I-I lost everything, Mr. Morgan..everything..everything i had..that i had built.” you whispered, tears threaten to spill.

“Oh now..c’mon lets not have you cry, darlin’..” He spoke kindly, “You can stay as long as you need to until you can get back onto your feet.” 

You smiled at Arthur softly, as he gave you a soft tilt of his head and moved away from you. Seeing him walk over to Dutch and start talking to him. Biting your bottom lip thinking to your self that this Man was your saving grace. Helping you out when you needed it, slowly you started to build feelings for the man that you watched.

#love #red dead redemption fans #rdr2 fandom #red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption x reader #ahhhh! i cant wait to write part 2 #i hope you all enjoy!!