I wanna try to get to some more of the colour palette prompts at some point, so here’s a bonus one; Boo asked for a hypothetical Bad Ending where Joey Drew finally defeats the Masked Messenger but is forced to replace him as an eldritch deity, and Sammy goes full cultist to be with him again, so, obviously hOW COULD I RESIST THAT??? anyway this is a great name for a colour palette lmao
albedo x reader | wc: 425 cw: kissing, slightly suggestive, fluff, love confession, established relationship
contains suggestive content. minors dni.
\albedo thoughts…. specifically, thoughts of kissing the star in the hollow of albedo’s throat. it’s sensitive, in a good way, and no experiments can qualify or quantify the way his brain goes fuzzy when your lips brush against that deliciously shivery spot.
he adores your touch— your touch, nobody else's— and one of his favorite ways to pass the time is curled up with you, fingers drawing mindless patterns over your skin. he won’t ever voice his thoughts, but he loves this position best because it gives you easy access to his neck.
he thinks he’s so good at keeping his weak spot a secret (and to anyone else, he’d be right) but to you, he’s an open book. every time you kiss or lick or nip at his little star, his muscles tense, his breaths become more shallow, and he holds you impossibly closer. even more telling is the way he’ll kiss you afterwards, so full of warmth and passion that it makes you dizzy.
one day, he confesses, voice quiet and fragile like first snow.
“i… it feels good when—” he inhales sharply as you gently (always gently) drag your fingers over the base of his throat, teasing the outline of the star with light strokes. “o— oh.you knew all along, didn’t you.”
“knew what?” you ask, pressing a kiss to his star, brushing over it with worshipful adoration. in your defense, it’s not like you mean to interrupt or distract him. he just looks so… so beautiful when he melts under your ministrations.
“you’re a menace,” he says, but his voice is fond, and his eyes are fonder. “you’re so lucky that i lo—”
he pauses, and you jerk back from him, wide-eyed. had he been about to—?
his eyes search your face. your hands tremble ever-so-slightly, and he catches one and presses a kiss to the center of your palm. his eyes flutter shut as he rests there for a moment, and when he opens them again, they’re filled with something akin to determination.
“you’re lucky that i love you.” there is no hesitation in his voice as he brings your hand down to his chest, just a tinge of wonder. with your hand against his chest, you can feel the thrum of elemental energy in place of where a human’s heart would beat. “i love you, my star.”
“iam lucky you love me.” your voice is quiet, and you lean in again to place another soft kiss to his star, smiling against his skin when you feel him shiver. “and i love you, too.”
When Bitty got cut off from his oven, he was confident that it wouldn’t last long before those heathens that are his teammates plug it back in an let him get about his business. The jam reserves will only last so long (especially with the Falcs dipping into them as well), and he isn’t so blindly modest as to not recognize how much they love the pie.
Capitulation on their end doesn’t happen.
Bitty is puzzled.
Then one day, after he gets his lit review done and looked over by Nursey, Dex shuffles into the room and sets a ceramic container next to him.
“Dex, hon, what’s–”
Before the question can finish, Dex lifts the lid off the the container, and Bitty is hit by the scent of spiced apples even before he sees the flaky golden brown crust of the pie.
Bitty is silent as Dex plates a still-warm slice for him.
And when Bitty tastes the pie… holy shit.
“Did you make this?”
Dex scratches the back of his neck. “Bully helped.”
Which Bitty doesn’t doubt. Though still, of course Dex deflects things from himself.
Though the Frog does explain that “they’ve” been sparingly using the volleyball house (which explains where the ingredients went) and keeping the baked goods distribution on the down low.
Bitty can’t helped but be a bit impressed with that operation. Still cheesed off. But still… there’s a swelling of pride in his chest.
And the pie itself… Apples retained the right firmness. The balance of sweetness is just right with rich caramel undertones. Crust is flakey while still Spices are a bit strong, but he doesn’t know whether that’s the relative inexperience or just personal preference.
Bitty takes one more bite out of the pie, and gives Dex an approving nod. The Frog’s ears flush in response, but there’s no mistaking the small dimply smile.
Even though he doesn’t like to think about leaving the Haus at the end of May, Bitty knows it will be in good hands.
