This Is So Cute

This is so cute 😻

Confessions pt. 1?

Edmund pevensie X Reader

Summary: Edmund has been acting differently towards Y/n and the Pevensie sisters tease her about it.

Word count: 664

A/N: mmm, honestly idk about this one. Might do a part two where she confesses to Edmund!

Part 2

He'd been ignoring her for days now.

"I don't know what Ed's deal is." She sighs talking with Lucy and Susan as they took their evening walk around the gardens, "I can't think of one thing I might have said or done to set him off recently. Honestly, I thought we were past the whole 'I can't stand you' thing!" Susan shrugs,

"He hasn't mentioned anything. If he was mad, he'd say something especially if you had pissed him off. All I ever hear is him talking about you y/n." Y/n blushes at that and furrows her brows, thinking to herself,

'So then he's not mad at me?'

"I bet I know what's up," Lucy says with a grin as the two girls turn to look at her with questioning eyes, "he's obviously realized his feelings for y/n. Pete and Caspian probably knocked some sense into him!" Y/n simply rolls her eyes and keeps walking, but Susan stops looking Lucy dead in the eyes,

"You mean to tell me he's finally acknowledging his feelings?!" A smile breaks out across her face as Lucy enthusiastically nods. Y/n blushes at her two best friends interactions and shakes her head,

"I've told you guys-"

"It's not like that!" Lucy cuts her off,

"We're just friends!" Susan continues, "yeah yeah, we all see how you two look at each other. You're not discrete at all." Y/n blushes at the realization they've noticed.

"You look into things too much. Really, he is just a friend." she laughs at herself,

'This has to be the dumbest thing I've lied about, honestly y/n do you hear yourself?'

"Oh yes, friends definitely sneak out late at night to go walk along the beach." Lucy says, sarcasm lacing her voice.

"That's just him letting off steam, he only let's me go with bc he knows how much I enjoy the sound of the water!" Y/n defends, her face turning a deep shade of red.

Susan rolls her eyes, "And the whole head in his lap as he reads to you nearly everynight?"

"I-" y/n starts just to be cut off again,

"Or how about the fact that the two of you will only dance with each other at balls?" Y/n rolls her eyes, and just let's them do their thing, there's no shutting them up once they've started with this.

"You do realize his eyes are always on you right? Like no matter what."

"He always makes sure you laugh at his jokes."

"He can hardly contain a smile when you look at him."

"If you're near him his hand is in yours or on the small of your back, on your thigh."

"He speaks to you with such softeness in his-"

"Okay I get it! Yes I do like him, of course I like Edmund." She cuts Lucy off, before thinking about what she's said. Lucy practically screams and Susan just laughs,

"I knew it!" Lucy exclaims, "this is amazing! I can't wait to tell Peter and Caspian oh my gosh!"

"No!" Y/n says, and Lucy turns to her confused, "You can't tell them. Honestly, I hadn't even planned on telling the two of you." they frowned at that, "I had just wanted to wait for it to go away, I mean it took so long for us to even get where we are now. I just couldn't stand the thought of messing it all up over some small crush." she sighs.

"How long have you known you like him?" Susan asks, Y/n looks down,

"About fourish months now."

"FOUR?!" Lucy and Susan both shouted, "that sounds like much more than 'a small crush' to me," Lucy says with a grin, and y/n shakes her head smiling,

"Okay yeah, I'm kind of in love with your brother."

"Well, good. Because I couldn't picture him with anyone else at this point. You two are perfect for one another," Susan winks at her and she rolls her eyes bumping the girl playfully.

"I'm glad I told you guys." Y/n says with a soft smile.

I'm in love with this series 😻

I Want to Touch You

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Part 4 of the TOUCH series

Summary: Steve’s POV. After leaving your house, Steve can’t help but be grateful for the offer you have given him. After spending so long caring about you, he can only be thankful at this opportunity to finally be given a chance to treat you the way you deserve, and to show you just how good you can feel. 

WARNINGS: 18+ Content (Minors DNI), sexual language, fingering, handjob, cursing

A/N: Thank you so much for being patient with me! I only hope that you enjoy this next part. Love you all!

GIF belongs to @dailystrangerthings

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Steve fumbles for his keys as he quickly walks to his car, dropping them in a frantic state as he curses to himself, and leans down to grab them. Although he left your house in a cool, collected demeanor, he was panicking on the inside. Did that really just happen? It had to have been a dream, right? The stain on his pants argued otherwise and that is when he realized…

He finally got to kiss you. Granted, he finally got to do other things with you over the course of a few days, things he has only ever dreamed of doing. The image of you losing yourself to pleasure will forever be etched in his mind. The sounds of your soft moans and cries continue to echo in his ears, and the feel of your lips against his was what he always imagined it would be like. 

Steve gets in his car and closes the door, breathing out before he sticks his keys in the ignition. He grips the wheel, and looks up to your window to see that the light is still on. He wonders what you are doing now after the mere seconds he walked out of your door. Were you thinking about him the way he was about you? Did you ever think about him in the way that he did about you?

Because he was always thinking about you– the way your eyes lit up whenever you would see him, the sound of your laugh after he made some type of joke about some random customer just so he could hear it, and not to mention your smile which has slowly become his favorite thing to see every single day. 

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We love him

thinking abt edmund pevensie.. who gets cranky when tired, who has a fondness for food especially sweets, who ate dirt he thought was chocolate.. thinking abt 10 yr old edmund pevensie who wanted to build roads in narnia.. thinking abt 11 year old edmund pevensie who fiercely defends his older sister, abt early twenties edmund pevensie who at all costs will protect his older sister.. thinking abt edmund pevensie who is a rock climber, who had once beat susan in archery, who had swiftly beheaded someone in battle.. thinking abt edmund pevensie who enjoys reading detective novels, who is interested in trains & railways.. thinking abt edmund pevensie who is his older brothers right hand man, who is his younger sisters most loyal ally,

ronance > jancy > > single nancy > stancy don’t even try to argue.

I want xavier to tatoo me so much !

|| Everlasting Ink ||

TattooArtist!Boyfriend!Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Reader -- Summary: You've always been Xavier's muse, inspiring and motivating his work, but right now he wants nothing more than for you to be his canvas for his most recent design. Warnings: MDNI/18+/Tattoo artist Xavier AU/Aged Up characters/Spice/Xavier giving reader a sternum tattoo/Kissing/Pet names (Angel;Babe;My love)/Pinch of Possessive!Xavier A/N: This is the first fic I'll be posting here, so I hope you guys like it! (Also this was written at 1am so apologies for any mistakes)^^

It had been 15 minutes since Xavier started looking at you, still cleaning and sterilizing his tattoo gun, and he has yet to look away. You were reading a book you had picked up from the library before you met up with your boyfriend in his art shed, that was hidden in the woods on Nevermore's campus. Though you were deeply invested in your book, you couldn't shake the feeling of his gaze, so you glanced up to meet his adoring eyes.

"What?" You laughed out, inspecting his face. He looked like a kid who was scared to ask his mom for some candy, but his eyes were much wider (lost in thought, clearly), and his cheeks slightly more red.

"I uh.." He cleared his throat and looked down at the cloth and tool in his hands, that he had been thoroughly wiping every inch for the past several minutes; before continuing "My love, and you can absolutely say no, but well- I finished a design that I've been working on, and I was hoping to tattoo it on you?" He placed his tattoo gun on the desk before quickly rummaging through all his papers before finding his sketch book.

You stood up from where you sat and approached his chair, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind as you stared at the drawing he flipped open too. You already knew you would probably have let him the moment he asked in such a sweet tone, but you were stunned by the piece. It was a fairly larger sternum tattoo, that would wrap around your chest and peak in between your boobs. The drawing had such intricate details, and little parts that made it appear that he had designed it just for you. Even the chest model he had drawn matched yours damn near perfectly.

"Xavier.. That's beautiful, I'd be honored to be you canvas." You said the last part in a fake, more proper sounding accent. His eyes lit up and his head snapped back so he was facing you. You could've swore that if he had a tail it would be wagging.

"Wait seriously? Like now? Can we do it now?" You could only imagine how long a piece like this would take, and it was already pretty late, but you had enough caffeinated drinks that you really didn't care, with the look he had stuck on his face you'd probably let him cover every inch of your body in his drawings, hiding your skin away in the ink.

--

That's where you sat now. Lying on your back, topless and staring at the drawing of your tattoo in his book. Your page. Sure, he had a lot of drawings of you, but this was different. It wasn't your face, your body, your hair. No, this was you. This was something that clearly showed that he took a great look into who you really were. Each line told its own story; then you noticed it, scattered throughout it was letters, unnoticeable unless you were specifically looking for it, letters that spelt out his name. A grin climbed onto your face, as closed the book, setting it on the desk closest to you. You looked down at the boy with long brown hair, who's bangs had now been tied back.

"Your name huh? Claiming me now?" Blood now rushed back to his face. It was a part of the design he had completely forgotten about. A part that he sketched out while thinking about you with his name stained onto your body, showing that you were truly his, and his alone.

"I forgot about that, babe I promise I wouldn't try to tattoo my name on you without perm-" but you cut him off. He was almost frantic, which was cute, but always led to him rambling on nervously for at least 10 minutes.

"I like it, its not like its in bold, neon ink, keep it. Please?" You added the please with a small whine for good measure, to make sure he wouldn't feel bad about it. He just nodded and started prepping you for the stencil.

This was your first tattoo, so you weren't exactly prepared for the cold liquid to be sprayed on your body, but when it was you couldn't help but flinch, which made your usually gentle boyfriend, push down slightly on your chest.

"Angel, I know you've never had this done, but for this I'm gonna need you to stay perfectly still once I get the gun out." His voice was stern and dry, a huge change in pace from the timid boy from a moment ago, but not an unwelcome one. You found it quite attractive the way he could switch back and forth like that. You just nodded, and went back to admiring him at work.

-

It had been several hours since he started the tattoo, it was decently painful, but at the same time felt really nice. You had finally adjusted to the way he was doing it, when he suddenly lifted the tool and stood up, readjusting himself. You thought he was just stretching after sitting uninterrupted for so long, but instead he moved onto the table where yo were, positioning his knees on either side of your hips, squeezing you gently to keep you in place. How flustered you were must've been clearly shown on your face because, still keeping the machine away from you, he leaned down and kissed you, you could feel his smirk in the kiss. He was loving this. You'd been watching him the entire time, not his work, but his face and body movement, and he knew it. He himself had a hard time keeping his eyes on his art. Your breasts were completely exposed to him, and he loved knowing that he was the only one allowed to see you like this.

He finally broke the kiss, giving you a moment to fix your breathing, and stop moving before returning to the tattoo.

-

It was nearing sunrise when the tattoo was done and yet you both still felt wide awake. He hadn't moved from his spot straddling your waist since he got there, ,but he did have to pin down your shoulder every so often when it tried to move on it's own. He was surprised that you didn't ask him to stop for a break at all. You were in a trance like state watching his every movement, but at the very least it kept you still. He brought his phone out and took a photo of "the tattoo" He told you, but you knew exactly why he was so precise with his angles.

“Babe”

His voice slowly cut in to your dreams. Opening your eyes, you saw Mattheo smiling down at you. His gaze softened a little as he saw you yawn.

“Babe, breakfast is soon. You need to get up.”

At that moment you noticed that you weren’t in your dorm room. Instead you had fallen asleep on the common room couch. But honestly who could blame you, after all the common room had the fluffiest blankets.

Blinking your eyes heavily, Mattheo laughed at your confusion. Gently he pulled you up into a sitting position.

“Do you want me to bring you a coffee?”

You nodded slowly still a bit disoriented from your sleep. As he left you scanned the room. Most people had already left for breakfast, but two boys had stayed behind.

Theo and Enzo quickly made their way to you, grinning from ear to ear.

As Enzo sat down he nudged you: “He called you babe”

Theo laughed a bit. “We knew he liked you”

All of a sudden it hit you, Mattheo Riddle had called you babe. And you started to blush.

AN: first time writing an imagine so I don’t know how it is.