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tazzertopia · 8 months

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phantom troupe: do they snore?

this idea for phantom troupe hcs came to me randomly at 2:00am last night so enjoy xoxo

chrollo

-probably not unexpected but not really

-he’s generally a super quiet sleeper

-the loudest he ever is in his sleep is breathing loudly on occasion

-his lack of snoring is most likely attributed by the fact he’s a very light sleeper

-he’s one of those bitches who will wake up because the whistling of the wind was slightly louder than usual

uvogin

-his ass sounds like a heavy metal concert when he sleeps

-his snores are earth-shaking. ear-splitting. pain-inducing.

-his snores single handedly contribute to noise pollution

-think of how loud your dad snores and x1000

-if the troupe members have to share a room at any point during a mission, they will throw a whole rock paper scissors tournament to see who’s taking one for the team and sacrificing their sleep (it’s usually nobunaga)

-because covering his mouth with a sock doesn’t stop the snoring, the troupe have an emergency weighted blanket on standby

-the complete opposite of chrollo, this man could sleep in an active war zone and and not budge an inch (in other words you cannot wake his ass up by force to get him to stop snoring so the only option is to wait it out or sleep somewhere else)

pakunoda

-the most silent sleeper ever

-not even a peep from miss pakunoda

-the ideal person to share a bed with. she doesn’t snore, her breathing is inaudible and she’s extremely still

-almost unnerving in a way bc she looks dead when she sleeps

-if you were to share a bed with her you’d probably spend most of the night checking her pulse to ensure she is actually alive and breathing

phinks

-he’s one of those people who when he snores the buildup is super loud but he exhales quietly (i hope that makes sense)

-ljke the buildup is super dragged out like hhhHhhhhhhUUUHHHUUUH but the exhale is just hoooooooo !!

-idk how to express snoring via text so you may have to act it out to know what i mean

-honestly this type of snoring is arguably worse than uvogin’s bc at least his is consistent whereas phinks will give you hope that he’s finally stopped snoring until it starts up again ☹️☹️😢

-he will forever deny he snores tho

feitan

-comedic ass snore

-probably snores like mimimimimimimimi zzzzzzzzz 😴💤😴💤😴💤

-he sleeps like he should be wearing a night cap and a long night gown with a candle on his bedside table

-trying not to piss yourself laughing while he’s snoring if you’re still awake is an olympic level sport

-one time shalnark recorded him while he was snoring and showed it to him (when he was down with him, he ensured the recording was eradicated from his phone)

-ik realistically he would probably be a silent sleeper but the idea of him sounding like a whole cartoon character is actually hilarious to me

shalnark

-sleep? WHAT’S THAT? 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣 (get it because he’s the tech whiz so he probably stays up all night gaming lololololol XDD)

-probably a loud ass mouth breather

-like he sounds like a broken ventilator sometimes

-he sounds like he ran a lap around mt everest before bed why is he so loud

-if you pissed him off during the day he would probably amp up the volume on his breathing to prevent you from sleeping well (now we’re both mad xx)

shizuku

-for the most part very quiet

-occasionally she will jumpscare you awake by randomly snoring out of no where

-like you’ll wake up to this loud ass noise only to realise it was just shizuku

-sometimes she’ll wake up aswell and accuse you of snoring

-aside from that pretty quiet- not as ideal to share a bed with as pakunoda but fine for the most part as long as you don’t mind surprises

nobunaga

-i feel like he’d have one of those super low growly snores ???????

-like those low, shaky ones

-the ones that kinda sound like grunts

-idk if i’m making sense so i pray i am 🙏

-they’re not that bad tho bc they’re quiet enough to not keep you awake and are low-key kinda relaxing

-if you’re gonna share a bed with anyone who snores, it’s nobunaga

machi

-another generally quiet sleeper except for occasionally sighing in her sleep

-from time to time she’ll just go like huhhhhhhhh :// and then will go back to being quiet again

-don’t bring it up the next day tho bc she WILL deny it and seem embarrassed

-you can tell when she’s having a nice dream based on how often she sighs

franklin

-surprisingly quiet

-you wouldn’t expect his oversized enormous ass to be quiet but he is

-similar to chrollo, the most you’re getting out of him is some occasionally loud breathing

-aside from that he’s a quiet sleeper

bonolenov

-i feel like bc of the holes in his body he’d probably make a whistling sound in his sleep

-like a pan flute

-not the worst tho bc like nobunaga it’s low high key relaxing

-free asmr what could be better xxx

kortopi

-quiet as hell

-are we really surprised

-sorry to the two kortopi fans out there but i can’t be bothered to think of anything to add on he’s just quiet

another tazzertopia classic 💯💯💯💯 if you like these hc posts pls give me requests (idk if the ask box is visible on my profile but do it through here or via the comments) bc these are super fun, i can also do other characters too !!! if i do more i might start doing them for other shows anyways bye xoxoxoxoxoxoxox

#hunter x hunter #hxh #phantom troupe #chrollo #phinks magcub #pakunoda #machi komacine #shizuku murasaki #feitan #shalnark #nobunaga hazama #uvogin #hxh headcanons #hxh x reader #phantom troupe brainrot is eating me alive #give me suggestions pretty please with a cherry on top xx

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 3 years

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45 and 46 with tom please? 💗

You've got it! I just went to the fair so I felt like it was the perfect time to write this lol. I hope you enjoy it love! Feedback is appreciated, love you guys xx

Reminder that you can keep sending in requests for the Summer of Love until September 22nd!

Penguins and Popsicles

45 - Trying to win a prize at the fair

46 - Your mouths getting dyed different colors from popsicles

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Summary: You and Tom spend the day at the fair

Taglist

Summer of Love

Masterlist

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“I think this is the last of the big rides,” (y/n) peaked around as they joined the line for the tilt-a-whirl.

Tom sighed in relief, “Good, I don’t know how much more my stomach can take.”

“We don’t have to go on this one,” she frowned.

“No, no, I’ll be fine darling,” he assured, “I’m sure I’ll still be able to handle the ferris wheel tonight.”

“Alright,” she smiled and kissed his cheek, “After this we should go play some games, I wanna try and win that cute penguin we saw.”

“Oh you’re getting the penguin, I’m gonna get you the fucking huge one too darling,” he beamed.

“Well considering all the games are totally rigged, I’ll be happy with just the small one.”

“No way, my peach deserves the best, I don’t care how much I have to spend, I’m winning you that penguin.”

“Will it be the pink one too?”

“Of course it’ll be the pink one! And we’re gonna put it right in the living room so everyone can see how much I love you.”

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“The tilt-a-whirl was a bad idea,” Tom groaned as they got off the ride, holding onto (y/n) for stability.

She frowned, “If you throw up on me I’m ditching you.” “I’m not gonna throw up,” he rolled his eyes, “And I’d at least be able to make it to the trash can if I did.”

“As long as it doesn’t end up on me I’m happy,” she squeezed his hand as she weaved them through the crowd, “Drink some water, it’ll settle your stomach.”

“Thanks peach,” he chuckled as he sipped at her water bottle, “Alright, where’d you see that penguin?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit down for a little while first?”

“Of course not, a little tummy ache isn’t going to stop me from winning you that prize. Now, where is the penguin?”

“Up this way, it was at the balloon dart throw thing. You know those games are totally rigged though.”

“Well my love can overcome any obstacles,” he wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed a loud kiss to her cheek.

She laughed as she pushed him off of her, “Knock it off.”

“Don’t fight my love darling,” he kissed her again.

“You’re such a dork,” she rolled her eyes as they approached the booth, “Alright lover boy, give it a go.”

“You two playing?” the girl running the booth smacked her gum before motioning for them to pass them their ticket cards.

“Oh no, just him,” (y/n) pushed Tom up.

He offered his wrist with a smile, “How much for the big penguin?”

“Three balloons, two balloons gets you a small prize, one gets you nothing,” she slammed three darts down in front of him and sighed, “Go ahead.”

“Can I get a good luck kiss?” he smirked, wiggling his brow suggestively.

(y/n) rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek, “There, you better win now.”

“I will, I will,” he assured. He took his time aiming and missed all three shots. (y/n) laughed behind him while he flushed, “Yeah I was warming up, let me go again.”

The woman scanned his card and Tom went again, managing to pop a single balloon. He didn't manage to hit even two of the balloons until his fifth turn, winning (y/n) a small stuffed dog. But it wasn’t enough for Tom, he kept going, burning through their tickets without ever managing to win the big prize. He’d collected a small fish and snake in addition to the dog, but the penguin remained elusive.

“One more time,” Tom insisted.

“Tom we only have enough tickets left for the ferris wheel,” (y/n) whined, “And I’ve already got these three little prizes, there’s no more room in my purse.”

He looked between her and the booth before sighing, “Okay, I guess we can forget about the penguin…”

She nodded, “Yes, let's just go ride the ferris wheel instead,” she pulled him away from the booth as he flashed his sad puppy eyes.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t win you the penguin peach.”

“Tommy I don’t need a penguin, I’ve got a dog, and a fish, and a snake,” she emphasized each animal as dramatically as she could, “And the best boyfriend in the world. I'm more than happy with all of that.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, “And I’d be happy with a nice, romantic kiss at the top of the ferris wheel.”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

Their walk to the ferris wheel ended up taking a detour to a popsicle stand, Tom picked cherry while (y/n) opted for blue raspberry. It was (y/n)’s suggestion, she insisted they’d need something to keep them cool while they waited to reach the top of the ride. Which was good because Tom couldn’t stand how slow the ferris wheel moved once they were actually on it.

“This sucks,” Tom whined, “I mean can’t they just let us go?”

“You get sick on the fast rides, but then the slow rides are too slow?” (y/n) rolled her eyes, “Are you ever satisfied?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I like the thrill rides, they just make me sick. And this one just sucks while they’re loading people on, which is taking them forever. I could load these carts in like two seconds.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just open the little gates and shove the fuckers in there, it’s not that hard.”

“I like how slow it is, you get to enjoy the view for longer.”

“Oh yeah, like I really care about a view when I spend all day looking at you,” he rolled his eyes.

Her cheeks flushed and she turned her attention back to the popsicle, “You’re so cheesy.”

“I think you like it,” he teased.

“In your dreams,” she stuck her tongue out, making him laugh.

“Tongue’s blue lovie.”

She giggled, “Yeah, your lips are like, bright red.”

“Red huh?” he smirked before pulling her towards him, “You know what my favorite color is peach?”

“You’re gonna say blue and then kiss me aren’t you?” she smiled smugly, “Cheesy and predictable.”

“No, I was gonna say purple and then I was gonna french you,” he corrected before pecking her lips, “But you ruined it.”

“I didn’t ruin it, we’ve still got a whole half of a ferris wheel ride to make out,” she reminded, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him once again.

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(y/n) peaked around curiously as she left the bathroom, she’d sprinted there straight after the ferris wheel, expecting her boyfriend would be right behind her. Now she was worried he’d gotten lost in the crowds somewhere, taking her purse and phone with him. She couldn’t imagine how impossibly embarrassing it would be to have to go to the missing kids booth because she lost her boyfriend. Luckily she spotted him wiggling his way through the crowd, attempting not to hit anyone with the giant pink penguin in his arms.

“Tom!” her jaw fell, “How the hell did you get that?!”

“I won it,” he beamed.

“How? I was only in the bathroom for like, a minute!”

“By giving the girl at the booth twenty bucks,” he shoved the penguin into her arms with a smile.

She bit her bottom lip as she hugged the penguin against her chest, “You didn’t have to do that Tom.”

“No, but I told you I’d get you that penguin, no matter how much I had to spend,” he paused to kiss her forehead, “Plus just look how happy you are now. You know I’d do anything to see that pretty smile of yours.”

She sighed before throwing her arms around him, “I really do have the best boyfriend in the world.”

He laughed and squeezed her against him, “And I’ve got the best girlfriend in the world. This beautiful, perfect, amazing girl who I’ve just had the best day with, and now I’d like to have the best night curled up in bed with.”

“Now that sounds absolutely wonderful,” she agreed, “You, me, the penguin, and Tessa.”

“Nothing better than a night with my three favorite girls.”

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@niallberry @spideyssunshine @namoreno @thevery-firstpage @outshineallthestars @roseke @zspideyy @emistrash @andreagf956 @tomsirishgirlx @peachyafshawn @agbspidey

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asoftervirge · 4 years

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Of “Love” & Murder - (2/13)

CHAPTER TITLE: Love (Unrequited or Not) Is Sweeter Than All the Candies Patton Could Make

RATING: PG (will change)

PAIRINGS: P. Sanders/V. Sanders (main/one-sided); R. Sanders/V. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/L. Sanders (former); V. Sanders/D. Sanders (former); Remy/E. Picani (side); T. Sanders/OMC (mentioned)

CHAPTER WARNINGS/KINKS: Baking, Food Mentions, Flirting, Snarky Comments/Banter, Puns, Kissing

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Patton delivers Virgil’s chocolates and gets a special treat in return.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Friendly remind that a chapter will be posted every day until Halloween, hence as to why there’s 13 of them. lol I’m busy with work and AO3 isn’t working properly on my laptop so I may be doubling down on chapters. Like with any other fic that I post, please heed the warnings at the top! With that said, please enjoy! Also, I apologize for the first couple chapters not being interesting, but I promise it gets better next chapter! xx Virge

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Patton felt gay panic overwhelming him to the point that he may faint.

He spent countless hours after he closed up shop, making batches after batches of chocolates, trying to create the perfect array of thirty-two that would satisfy Virgil.

Virgil Nyx. The name sounded so…unique in his mind’s eye. It was different, but Patton liked that it was different. Yet there was also something…dark and strange about it; something that should make the confectioner fearful, but he wasn’t. It seemed cliché and he knew it, but he had become drawn to him from the moment they met.

He looked over the batches that he already made, all cooling on various racks and baking sheets: squares and other various shapes of chocolate, barks and clusters, truffles and cordials; and all of them made with dark chocolate. He didn’t know if Virgil really liked things incredibly bitter (although the moan he let out suggested otherwise), so he put some bittersweet in there to counterbalance it. As a bonus, he even put in a bit of espresso powder because Virgil stated it was his favorite.

When he believed he had a perfect set, he began to decorate them. Glazes, icings and sugars all scattered about in the air, dusting his face, hair, and fingers.

Then, when everything was done up all nice and pretty— like a box of chocolates should be— Patton placed them in the gift box. Most of the ones he sent out were either golden or white, but he also had some of varying colors. For Virgil, he managed to find a black one that was perfect. He places the chocolates in their respective places in the tin before closing the lid. Finally, he pulled out a collection of ribbons that are used for the finishing touches. He looks through the assortment of rainbow spools before pulling out a dark violet one. He cut a large length of it before wrapping it around the box and tying it in a bow.

Patton leaned back and observed his craftsmanship with a grin.

Virgil was going to love this, he knows he will!

…

It was a cold, foggy Sunday night as Patton drove to Virgil’s house. The box of chocolates were nestled comfortably in a cooler sitting in the passenger seat of his car. A gentle downpour of rain pitter-pattered against the glass, becoming a soothing presence amidst the silence.

Neon signs for bars and hotspots light up the cloudy sky; the occasional persons walking about; homeless slouched on curbs with paper bags in hand; and stray cats appearing from alleyways all flew past him along the way, showing him a darker, grittier version of his city.

Slowly, the city transformed into a giant forest that surrounded his car. The air grew colder and the rain came down harder. The smooth asphalt roads turned to bumpy gravel, causing Patton to bounce as he drove. After a few miles, the forest disappeared and the confectioner was greeted with a sight that truly astounded him.

The manor looked to be inspired by either the Victorian or Queen Anne style of architecture. It was at least two or three stories high with incredibly gorgeous details to it: complex rooflines, a tower in the left corner with a steep roof, gables and bays, a richly textured surface of patterned shingles, and applied ornamentations. For Patton, the most notable features were the single-story wrap-around porch, the black balustrades, the lavishly decorated spindle work, and Eastlake ornamentations.

Patton looked up at the manor, then down at the piece of paper he pulled out of his pocket, staring at the address written on it.

613 Rue Morgue.

It— It was the right address, judging by the silver numbers beside the door, yet Patton couldn’t believe someone like Virgil would live here!

He unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the cooler to grab the chocolates, the box feeling cold under his fingertips. Laying the box on his lap, he reaches over and retrieves his umbrella from the driver’s side pocket— a pastel blue one with white polka dots— before exiting the car. He walks up the wooden porch steps and rang the doorbell (knocking to the tune of ‘shave and a haircut’ for good measure) before standing back and waiting.

Exactly thirteen minutes later, Patton stood up straighter when the door finally opened. He nearly dropped the box when he saw Virgil’s appearance.

The stormy grey eyes and faded purple fringe looked the same, but it was his clothing that changed. Instead of a purple turtleneck, it was a button-up (with the top buttons and cuffs undone), and his leather pants were that of fancy dress ones. His boots were gone and he was padding around in thick, black wooly socks.

“Patton,” His deep, low voice snapped him out of his gay lovestruck moment. “As fond— and slightly disturbed— as I am by your flattering— and totally not creepy— fawning over me…I would like to eat personalized chocolates and get to know my deliveryman.”

Said deliveryman squeaked in surprise, shaking his head and blushing madly. His panicked and embarrassed eyes met ones that held confusion, awkwardness, and amusement.

“I-‘m— I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to stare like that!”

Virgil waved a passive, nonchalant hand. “Nah, don’t worry about it. You’re just lucky that you weren’t a stranger, because if you were, I would’ve glared at you until you fell dead.”

The confectioner’s eyes grew wide and he gulped. Was…Was he supposed to take that seriously?

“Aww, relax,” Virgil snorts, the corner of his lip twitching upward. “I was joking…or was I?”

“I don’t know…are you?”

“Yeah, I am. So chill out, Patton."

Patton nodded, slightly curling up in himself at how gullible he was for falling prey to a joke like that. (Though a part of himself felt…relieved? And he didn’t really know why he did so). He suddenly remembered the reason as to why he came here in the first place.

“This house is so incredible!” He exclaims, looking up at the giant manor. “I didn’t interrupt a fancy party or something, did I?”

“Nope. Just me.”

“Have you always lived here?”

Virgil shrugged casually. “Yeah…been living here for a good while now. Got this place from…a friend of mine, I guess you can say.”

Patton failed to recognize the guarded tone in his voice. “H-Here!” The confectioner shoved the box into Virgil’s arms. “I-I made these for you!”

Blinking, Virgil raised a brow at him. “Did you forget that I made an order, or did you have a different reason for coming to see me?” he asked in a semi-teasing way. He looked down at the box handed to him (or shoved really). Black box with a purple ribbon, just as he ordered. He opens it and sees all thirty-two beautifully decorated pieces of chocolate. “Wow. These looks good. What all are they?”

A proud smile appeared on the confectioner’s face. the wealthy man liked the box; so far so good! He started listing them all, “I put four pieces of eight in there. There are cherry cordials, chocolate squares, clusters with almonds, squares filled with a cinnamon-infused ganache, two kinds of truffles also filled with ganache, rounds made with coffee, and—” He blushed a little and mumbled, “Ch-Chocolate hearts.”

Virgil chuckled. “So it’s basically chocolate, coffee, and whatever ganache is.”

“It’s like thickened chocolate that’s used as a glaze, sauce, or filling,” Patton explains. “It’s great for cakes and treats like this, which is why it’s my favorite! All the chocolate is dark, and I even added some espresso to them!”

“My favorites,” The wealthy man gave him a faint smile, causing Patton to be a lovestruck gay once more. “Thanks.” Patton mumbles out something as he took out the one that had cinnamon-infused ganache inside and popped it into his mouth. He moaned, “Damn. Won’t lie, that’s some real good chocolate you’ve made.”

“Thank you very much!” Patton beamed happily, bouncing up and down on his heels. “That’s a compliment if I ever heard one, in fact, it makes me cocoa for more!”

A huffed groan. “Oh boy. Chocolate puns,” Virgil rolled his eyes. Though he couldn’t but participate in a little bit of joking himself. “Are you trying to be as smooth as your chocolates are? Because you’re not doing a very good job.”

Patton gasped. If his eyes could, they’d be sparkling like a cartoon character’s. “Now there’s no need to be bittersweet about making puns, Virgil!”

My whole aesthetic is about being sarcastic, edgy, and bittersweet, is what Virgil wanted to say, but he didn’t out of not wanting to scare the confectioner away so soon. “Someone’s gotta balance out how sugary you are.”

“Well, if you mousse-t insist!”

Another huffed groan, then Virgil popped a cherry cordial in his mouth. Dark chocolate and cherries were always considered a classic combination, like his depression and anxiety. What?

“I guess I should pay you for delivering me these?”

“Oh, that’s not necessary!” Patton insisted. “Consider it a gift! From me to you!”

Virgil frowned a bit. Then an idea came to mind, causing him to smirk coyly. “You sure? Cause I think I know of a good payment I could give you.”

Patton titled his head in confusion, but that quickly changed when he felt Virgil’s lips press against his own. They were crazy chapped and a little cold, but they slotted perfectly against his own. Following what his heart wanted— because that’s what he does— he happily kissed back, tasting bitter chocolate and espresso.

It only lasted a few seconds (six to be exact, but what was Patton counting), but it felt like an eternity for the confectioner. Suddenly, and very sadly, he felt Virgil pulling away. He opened his eyes (which he didn’t know he closed in the first place) and subconsciously licked his lips, a mad blush appearing on his face.

Virgil hummed and licked his own lips. He pulled out a third piece, this time, a dark chocolate heart. He held it to his bottom lip, not biting into it just yet.

The confectioner gulped. “C-Can I make a confection?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Can you?”

“I-I know it seems silly, but…” He squeezed the handle of his umbrella tightly. “I really, really like you!”

“…What a coincidence,” Virgil smirked wider as he finally bit into the chocolate heart. “I just so happen to like you too.”

Patton felt an excited smile spread itself across his face. Butterflies flew all about his stomach and his heart grew more than three sizes. He couldn’t help but jump a little in excitement.

Virgil moved to the side of the door, giving Patton the faintest glimpse of the inside of his mansion. He nods his head towards the foyer. “So you, uh, wanna come inside?” He asked, the rest of the heart hanging from his mouth. “I could make some coffee or tea, maybe even some hot chocolate if you’re into that instead?”

Despite him wanting to say yes— and he really wanted to— Patton politely shook his head. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” he declined. “As much as I want to, I can’t. I have to clean up my store, and since I’ll be staying there a bit longer, I can get everything prepared for tomorrow’s opening.”

This statement caused Virgil to frown. So…it appears as though this little mousey wants to play chase. Well unfortunately for him, this black cat hasn’t lost a chase before, not now or ever; and he certainly won’t lose this one, especially to a cute and gullible person like Patton Hart.

Swallowing the rest of the chocolate, he plastered on a smile that didn’t hide his passive-aggressiveness. “Ah. Gotcha.” He pointed a finger-gun at him. (Though, again like a cat, he was mentally throwing a hissy). “It’s too bad you can’t stay longer,” he closed the box and turned away from Patton. “Really would’ve liked to have known you more…”

“Would you mind if I came back again soon?” Patton asked. He twirled the umbrella in his hands, little droplets of rain flying about. Virgil flinched as some got on his face. “Sorry. I could even bring you another gift box if you want!”

And thus, the cat has gotten the mouse.

“You’d visit again?” Virgil asked with a cheeky grin. “And you bring me more chocolates?” He raised a brow at him. “You do this with all your clients, Mr. Hart?”

“Of course I do!” Patton exclaimed. “And I do! I-I mean, I do treat my clients specially, but not as specially as you— especially since I kinda have a crush on you and—”

“Relax, Patton. Seriously.” Virgil huffed with a slight eye roll. “It’s fine if you wanna visit again, in fact, I want it too. Especially since, y’know, we got a thing for each other.” He winked at him.

Patton blushed and nodded. My goodness gracious Virgil was making him melt faster than chocolate on a double boiler. He twirled his umbrella again. “I-I suppose I should be making the long way home now.” Patton smiled sadly at him. “It was nice to see you again, Virgil! And thank you again for coming into my shop!”

“You’re welcome, Patton.” As the confectioner turned and was about to walk down the porch steps, Virgil had one more trick up his sleeves. “Hang on.” Just as Patton turned back again, he pulled him in for another kiss.

Their lips met having another reunion resulted in that same chocolate and coffee aftertaste from before. The confectioner’s breath hitched and a madder blush reddened his cheeks as Virgil licked his bottom lip, resulting in him opened his mouth slightly.

Suddenly, as quickly as it started, it was broken. Virgil chuckled as he heard Patton let out the quietest, puppy-like whine that he found absolutely precious. He opened his hazy grey eyes to look at darkened blue ones, the corner of his lip tugging upward. “Have a good night, Patton.”

“Y-You too…”

With one last wink, Virgil turned and walked back inside. The heavy, wooden door closing with a gentle click.

For the longest time, Patton stood there gazing at the door, almost like it would morph back into the dark and mysterious young man. What snapped him out of his trance was a loud crack of thunder.

Quickly, he rushed back to his car, but didn’t immediately drive off. He stayed parked for another long while, sitting in the front seat with the harsh rain pounding against the glass.

Finally, his face fell into his hands and he squealed. Louder and much more giddy-sounding than he did when he got his puppy (and he really loved his puppy).

He was definitely in love with Virgil Nyx.

#Sanders Sides #Sanders Sides AU #Patton Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Moxiety #Of Love & Murder

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strugglingartistno16 · 5 years

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If You Let Me

A/N: Hello love, I’m so so glad to hear that you enjoy my writings so much, it truly makes me happy! I hope that you like this one as much as you like the others. xx

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: I’m sorry if theres not as much fluff, more like a ten to one ratio of angst and fluff?

Warnings: Usual angst stuff, Swearing

Wordcount: 1508

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You would lie if you’d say that today was an easy day for you. It started when your alarm didn’t go off in the morning, meaning that you would be late to work. When you arrived there, it was as if you stepped into a hell house, maybe the finest you had been in for a while. Your employer was constantly criticizing your every move, shouting at you at every opportunity that they had and therefore embarrassing you in front of your coworkers. Sometimes they would mumble things, that you’d rather not repeat, and it made your blood boil. The cherry on top was when your bus decided not to show up, forcing you to wait almost another hour under the pouring rain for the next one.

It was a picture-perfect day where absolutely everything went wrong. To say that you were tired to the bone when you finally arrived home was an understatement. While entering your apartment, you carelessly threw your bag onto the ground, rubbing the backside of your neck that was tense from all the stress you had encountered today.

As you kicked off your shoes and began to take off your coat, you suddenly heard a quiet sniffle coming from the living room. You froze immediately, as you were living alone and didn’t expect any visitors. Silently, you made your way to the room where the mysterious sounds came from, careful not to make any noise.

Your shoulders relaxed almost instantly once you saw the familiar mop of brown hair at the couch. However, you furrowed your eyebrows at the sight of his shaking shoulders and quiet cries.

“Yoongi?” You softly asked, making your boyfriend jump in surprise and your heart skip a beat at his sudden reaction.

“God, Y/N!” He exclaimed as he stood up, still not facing you while his hands furiously brushed over his face numerous times. He finally rubbed his eyes one last time and ruffled through his hair but would still not face you, so you made your way over to him, standing right in front of Yoongi.

He tried to cover his face with his hands, making you sigh in frustration. Carefully, you placed your hands onto his wrists and softly removed them, revealing his blood shot and puffy eyes to you.

“Are you –“ You didn’t even manage to finish your sentence, when Yoongi jerked his hands from yours and began to walk out of the living room.

“I’m not crying!” He exclaimed as you followed him into the kitchen, even though you knew that he purposely trying to get as much distance between the two of you as possible.

“Yoongi, it’s alright.” You told him as you entered the room. “Everybody cries from time to time, it’s totally human. If you could tell me what happened, maybe I could help you?” You suggested and took a seat at the kitchen table, respecting his desire for distance as he stood in front of the window, staring outside.

However, he quickly turned to you, a look of disbelief on his face as he yelled at you “I am not crying, it was just a hard day! For fucks sake, Y/N, maybe you should sort out your own life first before trying to ruin mine as well!” By the time he had finished his sentence, it was now your turn to cry, as tears began to form at the brim of your eyes, but you would not tear your gaze from your boyfriend. Slowly standing up, you made your way over to him.

“You know what?” You cried out, equally as loud as him, making Yoongi flinch in surprise. “You’re not the only one who has ruff days! I, for a fact, had a pretty fucking shitty day, too. But does that mean that I can come home and shout at you, distance myself from you and say hurtful things towards you because somebody doesn’t want to admit that they – god forbid –“ You threw your hands in the air and stared at the ceiling to dramatically underline your words “Were crying and the person that loves them the most in this goddamn world simply wanted to help?”

You stared him right in the eyes, breathing heavily as you let a few tears fall to the ground. Yoongis’ eyes didn’t leave yours, but you could neither see remorse, nor any sign that he might be sorry for what the said to you and how much he had hurt you.

“Go to hell.” You spat at him, turning on your heels to leave the room. “You can come crawling back to me when you understood how shitty you were treating me.” You didn’t know where these harsh words had suddenly come from, since you were the one who usually tried to avoid any conflict or at least tried to find the right words so you would not hurt him. Maybe it was the awful day that you had been through, that caused the sudden change in attitude or maybe it was simply because Yoongi had been starting to build those walls around him once again, not letting you in no matter how hard you tried.

You were not able to get far, as Yoongi grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into his chest. There was no escaping from his grip, as he hugged you tightly, not giving you a chance to slip away. You didn’t stop trying to withstand his graps until you felt a hot tear fall onto your cheek, noticing how it was not yours.

Looking up in surprise, Yoongi stared back at you, eyes redder than before and filled with tears that were streaming down his slightly flushed cheeks. “Please don’t leave.” He begged, pressing you even tighter to him.

You took a deep breath but finally returned his hug. You could sense how uneasy he felt about crying in front of you by the way his shoulders were still tense and how he would not let any sobs escape from his lips, solely letting silent tears leave his eyes.

“It’s okay.” You whispered, pressing your head against his chest while softly rubbing his back as the tears kept streaming down. “Baby, it’s alright. You’re safe with me, I would never leave you.”

This gave him the rest, as he slumped into your touch and began to sob uncontrollably. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He cried into your hair, shoulders shaking violently.

Carefully, you led him back into the living room, sitting down onto the couch with him, never letting go of your boyfriend. When he calmed down a bit, he slowly pulled away from you, eyeing you cautiously. “I didn’t mean to say any of these awful things to you, please believe me.” His voice was nothing but a mere whisper, shaking almost as much as his hands.

Intertwining one of them them with yours, you bit the inside of your cheek, before letting out a long sigh. “I know.” You finally said, slightly squeezing his hand. “And I’m sorry that I lashed out on you like that. It’s just that I wish that you would tell me more about how you’re feeling. Since you’ve been away and spending more time at the studio, it feels like you’ve also been distancing yourself from me – at least emotionally. I always hear about how great your day was or what kind of hilarious things the boys did, but I never get to listen to you being angry or sad about something anymore. It’s like you’re hiding this incredibly important part of yourself, pretending as if it doesn’t exist even though I would like to see it. I want to be there for you, Yoongi. I want to witness every single piece of you, not only the pleasant but also the sorrowful ones.”

He nodded at your words, a tired sigh escaping from his lips. “I know, and I am sorry. I wish it was as easy for me to share these feelings with you as it is for you, but I simply can’t. It’s just so hard.” He whispered.

“I can help you, Yoongi. I can help you, if you let me.” You told him while cupping his cheek with your free hand, wiping the remaining tears off his soft cheeks with your thumb. “I’m sorry that you feel this way but bottling up your emotions will destroy you one day. And I don’t want this to happen, I want to be there for you. I love you, Yoongi. I will forever and I promise to be by your side whenever you need me.”

He closed his eyes and let your words sink in while leaning into your touch, pressing his lips together. “How did I deserve you?” He asked, as his eyes fluttered open, voice beginning to shake once more.

You quickly pulled him into another tight hug, kissing this side of his head as you stared at the ceiling, breathing in his scent.

“You deserve to be loved, Yoongi. More than anyone in this world.”

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footballfangurl · 6 years

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Julian Draxler - Give Me A Kiss

Request: Hi :) would you be able to write a Julian Draxler imagine, where he meets his future girlfriend for the first time. I love your writing btw xx

It isn’t exactly what you requested but I hope this is okay as well. Let me know what you guys think xx

Words : 1765

She was so glad that she hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings that day. Because otherwise, she wouldn't be sitting here on the couch next to her boyfriend, enjoying some quiet time together before going out to celebrate his birthday that night.

They had met back in Germany a few years ago, at a party of a mutual friend. She had let herself go that night, not caring what anybody else thought about her crazy dancing. Because of her enthusiastic dancing, however, she had accidentally bumped into him and they had hit it off straight afterwards, the two of them talking and dancing together for the rest of the night. The night had ended with her giving him her number and the both of them agreeing to go on a date sometime soon. A couple of weeks later, they made their relationship official and here they were, four years later, living together in France and they couldn't be happier.

Sighing in happiness, she tilted her head up from where she was laying on his chest and looked at him. He was staring at the television screen intently, obviously enjoying the movie that she had chosen to put on. It was one of his favourites and she had chosen it specifically because of the occasion.

"Why aren't you watching the movie?" He muttered, softly nudging her in hopes that that would get her to focus on the movie instead of him. He didn't like it when people stared at him and even though he minded it less when she did it, he still got a little bit uncomfortable with it sometimes. Unfortunately, she liked to do it a lot. Especially in the mornings, when she thought he was still asleep and wouldn't notice her staring so he couldn't say anything about it. He always knew when she did it, however. It was like he had a sixth sense or something, just for noticing when people were staring at him. Whenever they stared at him, he always thought he had done something weird or had something on his face or something like that. He just thought there were more interesting things to look at than him. Obviously, his girlfriend thought differently, even though he couldn't understand exactly why.

"I am." She denied, still not taking her eyes off him. He looked really good. He always did. His hair was neatly combed to the side and she wanted nothing more than to run her fingers through it and mess it up again. She loved the look he had in the morning, his hair dishevelled from a good night of sleep or a good night of sex, it didn’t matter which one it was. And his lips looked so appealing as well because Julian had the unconscious habit of gently nibbling on it when he was focusing on something, like he was doing now. It drew her attention to them and sometimes she thought that he was doing it on purpose, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to think about anything else when he started doing it, but Julian usually liked to use other tactics to try and seduce her, so she knew that he mainly did it subconsciously.

"No, you're not." He said, glancing down at her with an eyebrow raised. She smiled and blinked innocently at him, making him smile as well and roll his eyes.

"I'm just enjoying the view."

"The view," Julian said, gently nudging her cheek so that her face was facing the television once more, "is right there."

"Nah," She said, lifting her hand and poking him in the cheek, "the view I want to see is right here."

"Stop, you're going to make me blush." Julian said, using a very girly voice and laying one of his hands on his cheeks in fake embarrassment, making her giggle in response. It was quiet for a few minutes afterwards, and even though Julian knew she was still looking at him, he tried to focus on the movie. She'd stop eventually. Hopefully. She could be really distracting when she wanted to be. Sometimes, when they were attending important events, she liked to subtly draw his attention to her body -often picking a dress that had a slit on the side, which would draw his attention to her long, gorgeous legs, which she knew was one of his favourite things about her - or she liked to tease him in public by touching him inappropriately when nobody was looking. She was really adventurous when it came to things like that

"Kiss me." Julian raised his eyebrow at her demand, glancing down at her before shaking his head.

"No, we're watching a movie."

"Please, give me a kiss?" His girlfriend asked again, trying to convince him to kiss her by looking at him with puppy eyes. He desperately tried to avoid her gaze, however, fixing the television with his stare.

"No."

"Pretty please?" She moved to rest on her elbows, making sure they didn't dig into Julian's ribs, before moving her face closer to his. She was grinning mischievously and Julian found it increasingly more difficult to keep denying her. It didn't help that she looked really good in his hoody that was too big on her and her hair up in one of those messy buns that she liked to call 'casual' and 'easy to do', but usually spent at least fifteen minutes in front of the mirror trying to make it perfect.

"Nope, not doing it."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?" She pouted, and he sighed in exasperation and fondness before pushing himself upright from where he was half-laying down, making her sit up as well. He then cupped his hands around her face and pulled her forward, meeting her lips with his in a rough kiss. His lips were a little bit chapped, but she didn't mind. As long as she got to kiss him, she was happy. She was intoxicated by the smell of him, having always loved his cologne. He had incredibly good taste in cologne and perfumes, once having bought her a bottle of perfume that smelled really nice and exotic. Since then, she always bought that one, because she loved it and she knew that it drove him crazy as well.

The sound of the television was going on in the background, but she ignored it, instead pushing herself up on her knees and moving to sit across his lap so that she was straddling him. Julian replied with a soft moan, moving his lips eagerly against hers before slipping his tongue inside her mouth, letting it tangle with hers. She tilted her head a little bit for a better angle, making her nose brush his softly. Julian released her cheeks, one hand moving downwards to rest just above her bum and the other one moving to cradle the back of her neck, fingers entangling with her hair. She also moved her hands upwards, wrapping one arm around his shoulders to pull him closer. Running the fingers of her other hand through his hair, she tugged at the hair in the nape of his neck as she grinded her hips softly against his crotch. Julian groaned in response, letting the kiss last for a few more seconds before pulling away reluctantly, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her up and carefully throwing her on the couch next to him with a grin.

She landed with an 'oomph', looking at him in bewilderment, asking him silently with her eyes why he suddenly stopped kissing her. He raised an eyebrow and then looked downwards to where a bulge was visible against the fabric of his jeans, the closed zipper uncomfortably pressing against his cock. Looking back towards her, he couldn't help but feel smug as she looked thoroughly kissed, with her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed. Her eyes sparkled as well, and he loved how she looked after a make-out session.

"Do you want me to help you out there, babe?" She asked with a smile.

"Nope, I just wanna watch this movie before we get ready to go out tonight." He grimaced, already regretting the decision but he knew that if he took her up to the bedroom now, there would be a large chance that they wouldn't leave until the day after. And as much as he would enjoy celebrating his birthday that way, his friends probably wouldn't enjoy being stood up.

"Are you sure? I can finish you off right here, make the movie a little bit more fun and interesting." She suggested, and his head snapped towards where she was sitting, making her giggle at his reaction.

"What about you, though?" He asked her, reaching out with his right hand to softly tuck a lock of hair that had escaped her bun behind her ear. He appreciated that she wanted to do this for him, and it wouldn't be the first time either, but he usually liked to return the favour straight afterwards. He didn't like it when she was left unsatisfied, but he also knew that he would in no way be able to pull away from her again if he gave in now. It wouldn't be the first time that they didn't show up to an event because they were too busy having sex over and over again and his friends never stopped reminding him of it. And they had booked an expensive and fancy restaurant to celebrate his birthday, one that wouldn't hold their reservations for very long if they didn't show up, it didn't matter if he was a famous football player or not.

"Consider it another birthday gift." She said, pushing herself up and off the couch, moving to sit on the floor in front of him on her knees, grinning up at him before tapping his thigh, making him open his legs so she could settle in between them. And like he predicted, once she started, he wasn't able to restrain himself and despite all his efforts from before, he took her upstairs to bed and they didn't leave until a few hours later, sheepishly returning the calls of their friends they had ignored during their time in the bedroom. In the end, they went to a bar instead of the restaurant they had booked, their table long ago having been given to somebody else. It did turn out to be a nice evening, however, their friends giving them a round of applause when they finally arrived at the bar, hand-in-hand, Julian grinning in satisfaction and his girlfriend blushing in embarrassment of once again showing up to something too late.

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Features - Riverdale Imagine

Veronica x Reader A/N: just wanna say i honestly love veronica so much omg. thanks for the request- and the compliment! ❤️ hopefully i captured what you wanted. i have a few prompt requests lined up after this, so that's what i'll be working on next. btw- "Roman Holiday" is an old Audrey Hepburn movie, in case you didn't know lol Requested by: @beronica-the-ultimate-ship "Can you do Veronica x reader imagines? Anything with the reader being whipped and lots of fluff, thank you xx i love your work btw!" Word Count: 760 ----------------------- "So I'm thinking... mani-pedi's today after school today?" my girlfriend Veronica suggests to me, stopping beside me at my locker. I sigh. "Ugh, but you know how much I hate people touching my feet," I whine, closing my locker. "Yes, but... please?" She gives me that adorable smile of hers that makes my heart flutter every time I see it. She knows I'd never say no to spending time with her; it doesn't matter what we're doing. I roll my eyes and concede. "I guess," I groan. "Yay!" she squeals. "Can't wait," she tells me, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before she struts down the hallway, leaving me shaking my head with a wide grin plastered to my face. ------------------ Later that afternoon, after we've gotten our matching manicures, we head back to her place to watch movies and finish all the homework we have from school. "What are we watching?" I call from the kitchen. "I was thinking..." Veronica says, walking into the room, "Roman Holiday?" I laugh. "Again?" I question her. "You know we watched it twice last week, right?" "But it's one of my favorites," she whines, walking over to me and slipping her arms around my waist. "Please?" One look at those puppy-dog eyes and I'm a goner. "Fine," I laugh. "We can watch it again." "Thank you!" she squeals, smiling as she presses a kiss to my lips. All I can do is smile as she dances over to the TV and puts in the disc. ------------------ Once the movie starts, I begin working on my homework. That doesn't last very long, though. It only takes about twenty minutes before I hear her voice call out, "Y/N?" Slowly, I turn to face her. "Yes?" She has a sly little smile on her face. "Will you play with my hair?" A tiny laugh escapes my lips. "As soon as I'm done with my work," I tell her. She frowns. "Please?" she whines. "Just give me a few more minutes," I say with a smile. "I'm almost done." "I thought you loved me," she jokes, sticking out her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. All I can do is roll my eyes and laugh. "You know I do," I respond, trying to refocus on my work. She walks over and plops down onto the couch next to me. "Pretty please?" she presses. "With a cherry on top?" Again, I find myself laughing, but this time I'm also moving all of my books off my lap and onto the table. "Yes! Thank you thank you thank you!" she breathes out, repositioning herself so that that she's laying down, her head on my lap and her legs stretched across the rest of the couch. "You're lucky you're cute," I tell her with a smile. She looks up at me with those enchanting eyes of hers, smiles at me and says, "I know." We sit there like that until the movie is over. Or rather, until Veronica falls asleep on my lap. Her eyes fluttered closed about halfway through, and her breathing became slow and even. Frankly, I think I spent more time looking at her than I did watching the movie. I want to memorize her features; the way her eyelashes cast shadows on her cheekbones. The silky texture of her hair beneath my fingers. The softness of her skin as I cup her cheek. The arch of her upper lip; the peaceful look on her face while she sleeps, like everything's right in the world. I don't bother waking her up when the movie ends. I just click the power button on the remote, turning off the TV, and lean back into the couch, my fingers still running through her hair. I close my eyes, and listen to the soft sounds of her breathing. "I love you," I whisper, before drifting off into an easy, peaceful sleep, with the most beautiful girl in the world cuddled up on my lap.

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