#but i love how this turned out and i hope u like it! ✨🥺!

[itgetsdark-x]

Hi💗 Love all your works sm😭.You are so freaking talented 😍😍🥲💘

I would like to read a therapeutic smut with our curly bf Javi 🤭 ( requester is trying to have no shame lol) .

Ok, javi gutierrez/his gf reader where reader is anxious about her upcoming project. They have a small talk about her anxiety. Javi is trying his best to support her. Then reader admits that she craves for being comforted sometimes. ( daddy issues caused the lack of confidence👀) . So mention of daddy issues, then it all somehow turns into: thigh riding, praise kink,dirty talk, daddy kink and forehead kisses 🥺, oral (f/m receiving or both 💀), p in v 😗.

The whole vibe is supporting gf turns into hot dom/sub 🫂=>🥵

It's just a request and I do it for the first time. So I hope I didn't get carried away too much🥴. Anyway, waiting for your reply.

Have a nice day💕x

P. S. If u like the idea u could name it "Skinny-dip inside your mind" ( the quote from Lana's new album). If u would like to ofc ✨💗🤗 ok bye x

A/N: okay, this request really spoke to my all my mommy/ daddy issues and I couldn’t resist. I love how detailed you made it and I just hope it lives up to your expectations lol. thank you so much for taking the time to send in a request and for the kind words! I’m sorry it took a lil while!

Summary: Javi had always been the most perfect boyfriend; he was attentive, loving and nothing ever seemed like it was too much for you. He knew you were struggling mentally recently and knew exactly what you needed to feel better.

Characters: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, minors dni!, mentions of parental death, daddy issues, mentions of anxiety / mental health issues, daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), mutual masturbation. (Probs other stuff, it’s mainly just smut lol, you have been warned)

Word Count: 4.3k

You slammed the lid of your laptop down and collapsed your aching head into your crossed arms. You slowly allowed yourself to cry and within minutes, you were sobbing into your arms, you were so wrapped up in your own feelings that you hadn’t heard Javi, your boyfriend, come home. 

“Mi amor,” he frowned, rushing to sit beside you at the kitchen table. He quickly wrapped a strong arm around you and stroked through your hair affectionately. “What’s happened? Who has made you feel this way?” He asked, his voice concerned. 

“J-Javi” you sobbed, lifting your head to peer at your boyfriend with red, streaming eyes. “W-work. It’s just, this stupid project and article I need to write. If I don’t have it ready and completed by the end of the week, it’s going to be a disaster. I have to get the shoot finalised and I just know it’s going to go all wrong because I’m useless.” You sobbed, your voice coming out as wrecked cries. 

Javi frowned at you, as his fingers stroked through your hair still, just trying to offer a small glimmer of comfort to you as you cried. Your body shook as you sat there, you took a moment to try and focus on your breathing but you could already feel your chest tightening and your breaths got more shallow and speedy. 

“Baby,” He whispered. “Come on, look at me. Look at me, that’s it.” He cooed softly as you looked at him, your eyes were still streaming with tears but the panic was evident in them now as you struggled to suck in a breath. “Breathe for me, hermosa. That’s it, take a deep breath. Do it with me.” He instructed and placed a soft hand to your heaving chest as he helped you take in a deep breath. 

You shut your eyes and listened to your boyfriend’s voice, you did as he instructed and soon, your breathing returned to normal and you calmed down a little. You rarely let Javi see you like this, if you were going to have a panic attack or cry, you would excuse yourself and deal with it alone as you didn’t feel he deserved to have to see you like this. Still, there were some occasions where you couldn’t stop it. 

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, grabbing your laptop and opening it once again to deflect from having to look at a concerned Javi. 

His fingers gently pried the laptop from your grasp and he quickly closed it down, sliding it away from you. You tried to take it back but Javi shook his head no and stroked your cheek gently. 

“No, I’m sorry, mi amor. You’re done working for the day, it’ll still be there tomorrow and I can help plan some things for the shoot for you. I have my contacts and you should take advantage of that.”

You shook your head no, and immediately you felt the panic rising in your throat like a poisonous acid; you needed to work, you needed to get it all right and the fact that you weren’t in control had you spiralling again. 

“Speak to me, my love. Please. Just… I’ve not seen you like this for a while. Speak to me.” He whispered. 

“Javi…” you sighed. “This project at work is major, it’s my first time being in charge of a whole shoot and feature. I need to nail it, and, and I just feel like I’m not doing that. I feel like it’s going all wrong and suddenly, I’m twelve again and my dad is yelling at me for doing everything wrong.” You rambled, your voice raising at the end.

You had stood from the kitchen table and you were now pacing the length of it, your arms were wrapped around your waist, trying to comfort yourself as you spoke. You shared everything with Javi; your hopes, your dreams, what you want exactly from life but for some reason, you hadn’t ever spoken about your dad. It was a tough subject for you to bring up and you dreaded it every having to be spoken about. 

“Your father?” Javi asked, he turned in his seat and watched you pace the room; he knew better than to stop you. “You never speak about your father…” he mumbled. 

“Yeah,” you laughed bitterly. “There’s a reason for that.” You shrugged, not giving your boyfriend much to work on. 

Javi didn’t move, he watched you and waited silently; he knew how your brain worked and if he kept quiet he knew you would soon spill the beans, more so than if he questioned you at every corner. 

“As you know, my mom passed away when I was around four years old, well, it broke my dad, of course it did. And well, because of that he was pretty absent whilst I was growing up… Absent besides the times he would yell at me, he blamed me for mom’s death and said that it should have been me that died, not her. He said that if I wasn’t born then mom wouldn’t have turned to drugs as a comfort.” You recalled painfully as tears slowly trickled down your face. 

“Cariño, we both know that isn’t true. Your dad just needed someone to blame, I’m sorry.” Javi sighed sadly, he wished he could take every ounce of pain from you so you never had to feel it. He was stood in front of you now and he held your face gently in his hands; he pressed a soft kiss to your lips and you near melted into his touch. “Why don’t you come and sit on the couch with me, just for a bit and maybe after dinner, if you feel better you could do a bit more work. Would that help?” 

You nodded slowly and allowed yourself to be led into the front room with Javi, he sat you down on the couch and closed the curtains behind you, knowing that you prefer to be in darker surroundings when you’re feeling anxious and sad. You couldn’t help but smile slightly as he fussed around you, he got you a glass of water and demanded you at least tried to drink half. You felt safe and comforted, it was something you always craved. 

“Thank you, Javi.” You sighed, your arm draped across his tummy as you cuddled into his side further. “You have no idea how much I crave to be comforted like this… I’ve never told you before because I didn’t want you to look at me differently, what with all my daddy issues.” You half joked. 

“I would never look at you differently. Never. I’ll always look after you, my beautiful girl.” He said softly and placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I do worry about you though… I mean, I am so proud of you getting that promotion at work but it seems since your anxiety has been through the roof.”

You opened your mouth to protest, pretending you had no idea what he meant but Javi cut you off with a stern look. 

“Mi amor, I’m not a complete idiot… I’ve seen you sneaking off to cry, I’ve left you alone as you usually prefer to weather these storms by yourself, it’s killed me but I’ve been trying to do what I think you want. Maybe you should speak with work, maybe get some time off…” he said softly, his fingers stroking patterns on the bare skin of your legs. 

“You know I can’t do that… I can’t take time off but you’re right, I’ve been a mess lately. I’m sorry. It’s just… well, I didn’t tell you, clearly, but my dad messaged me the other day and said he wants to meet you. I keep him at a distance and rarely see him but he heard from another family member about our relationship and how I moved out to Spain to be with you and surprise, surprise, he now wants to be dad of the year.” You frowned, curling yourself into Javi’s side further, feeling his protective arm around you. 

“We can have him stay, only if you want to. If not, we don’t. It’s as simple as that, hermosa. You’re in charge here, okay?”

You nodded as your fingers lazily traced over the freckles on Javi’s arm, your mind was swimming with all the options of what could happen if you did or didn’t have your dad to stay, or what would happen with work if you opened up about the recent anxieties; you got caught up in your own head again and were only pulled out by Javi speaking once again. 

“You’re thinking too much…” he sighed. “Come here, mi amor. Let me take care of you.”

You looked up at Javi in confusion as you weren’t entirely sure what he meant but Javi gently pulled you into his lap and cupped either side of your face to pull you in for a kiss. It was soft, sensual and just the epitome of Javi; caring, smooth and safe. His soft lips pressed against yours and his tongue swiped along your lower lip, you gasped softly and he dipped his tongue into your mouth to deepen your kiss. He entangled his fingers into your hair to move you as he pleased, you allowed him, you were like a rag doll, moving as he wanted you to. 

“There,” he whispered against your lips. “Doesn’t that feel better?” 

You laughed softly and shrugged at him.

“I don’t know, I still feel pretty terrible.” You teased, wanting Javi to kiss you like that again. 

Of course he obliged, he pressed his mouth back to yours to give you another passionate kiss. His hands smoothed down the naked expanse of your arms and they landed on your exposed thighs, he toyed with the hem of your dress and you whined into the kiss. 

It had been a hot day so you were dressed in a pale blue sundress, Javi’s favourite and his own personal kryptonite. 

“You’re so beautiful, cariño, so breathtaking.” He complimented, reaching his head up to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Drive me mad when you wear these pretty dresses, so gorgeous.”

You blushed at Javi’s words, with each compliment you could feel your cheeks glowing under his soft gaze. Javi peppered soft kisses to your neck, his plush lips sent sparks through your body and straight to your core. Before you realised what you were doing, you rocked your hips gently back and forth, searching for any contact against your clothed arousal. 

“Feeling a little needy, baby?” He cooed, his teeth grazing against your pulse point after whispering in your ear sensually. 

You nodded, a little embarrassed as your hips rocked back and forth. You made a small whimpering noise as Javi continued to kiss along your neck, only stopping to suck a small mark into your skin. 

“Shift over,” he instructed as he spread his legs further so you were straddling just one of his thighs. “That’s it, my sweet girl. Now, ride my thigh, hermosa. Make yourself feel good on my leg, like the needy little baby you are.” Javi smirked, looking at you with lust-blown eyes. 

You chewed on your lip as you slowly started to grind against Javi’s thigh, just a couple thin layers of fabric separating your pulsing clit and Javi’s skin. Your hips moved in slow circles, alternating between the soft little grinds and rubbing yourself back and forth on him rougher. Your mouth was parted as soft moans escaped from them, your arms were looped around Javi’s neck as you anchored yourself down to chase your high, greedily. 

“That’s it baby; you use me how you need me, need you to feel good. Tell me how it feels, please.” Javi gasped, watching your face contort with each moan that fell from your mouth. 

“Javi,” you sighed happily as your hips sped up, you could feel how slick you were with each move of your hips and you were sure you would be leaving a trail of your arousal behind on the beige linen of Javi’s shorts. “You feel so good, fuck. Needed this relief for so long, fuck, daddy.” You whimpered, too far gone to acknowledge the name. 

Javi’s eyes widened at the use of the pet name, you had never called him that before and he couldn’t deny the way his cock twitched in his pants. You were usually so reserved in bed, so timid and there you were, riding his thigh to chase your own release; looking so perfect. 

“Fuck, hermosa. Call me that again.” Javi groaned and held your hips roughly, making your grind down harder against his thigh. “Call me that as you cum.”

“W-what?” You mumbled before your brain clocked it and your cheeks heated up again. “Oh, I, um.” You whispered, slowing your movements as Javi controlled your hips. 

“Come on, my good girl. Call me it again, call me it and I’ll let you cum.” He encouraged. 

“Daddy.” you whispered, your voice coming out as a mere squeak. 

“Louder.” Javi’s hands gripped your hips tighter and slowed them down to soft grind which caused you to whine in frustration. 

“Daddy.” You said more confidently, wriggling your hips in his lap. 

“Good girl. So good for me.” He purred, his thick accent sending shivers through your body. 

Javi controlled your hips once more, speeding them up to allow you to chase your high; you were greedily there, letting your hips wriggle back and forth. It didn’t take long before you were gripping at Javi’s neck tightly and whimpering in his lap. 

You felt yourself get wetter as you came. “Fuck, daddy. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Feels so good.” You whined, your head lulling backwards as you chased your high. 

“Good girl, such a good girl for me. Now sit on the sofa and let me make you feel even better.” Javi purred, placing you on the couch so he could kneel between your legs on the floor. 

He decided against teasing you and instead pulled your panties off, tossing them to the side before dipping his head down to lap at your pussy. His expert tongue flicked over your swollen bud and then gently sucked at it, the suction of his lips had your whole body vibrating with pleasure and your fingers soon found their way into Javi’s soft brown locks. 

“Fuck, Javi.” You whimpered, shifting your body down to grind against the male’s face as he ate you out. 

Javi made a soft noise of appreciation against your wet heat, his tongue was working you with ease and within minutes you were falling apart at the seams, right on his face. He had you cursing and shaking all over again. 

He sat back, wiped his mouth and smiled up at you. He slowly stroked his hands up your bare thighs to pull your dress over your head, leaving you spent and naked for him to admire. Javi leant back onto his knees to fumble with the fastening on his shorts, you could see a large wet patch blooming on his thigh and your cheeks glowed as you knew that was from you. 

“You see that, baby girl.” Javi pointed at the darkened spot and you nodded in response. “Course you do, that’s from you. Is that how good I make you feel, sweet girl? Hm? Make you so wet you leave a patch behind when you cum. So hot.” Javi groaned.

He was drinking in your naked body, you drew your legs up to your chest and tried to cover yourself but the older male tutted and brought your legs down, spreading them so he could see you in all of your naked and aroused glory. He leant back again onto his knees and slowly freed his hard cock from his shorts, it sprung up and you could see beads of precum leaking from the tip. You absently licked your lips as you watched his hand stroke his length, your empty hole fluttered around air as you imagined your lover filling you up so deliciously. 

Javi clocked you, he could see you watching him and since he had already made you cum a couple of times, he thought it was the perfect time to tease you. He moaned as his hand passed over the tip of his cock and back down the shaft, he was moving slowly and he really ramped up his moans as he locked eyes with you. It was like a movie you couldn’t tear your eyes from, they would dart down to see Javi stroking himself before they would lock with his once again. 

You couldn’t help yourself, you were so turned on and you weren’t in control of your own body; your nimble fingers dipped down to stroke around your clit. You spread your legs further as you pleasured yourself, Javi smirked at you and nodded eagerly as your fingers sped up to match his own strokes. 

“That’s it, good girl.” He gasped, this person in front of him looked like you, looked like his girlfriend but your actions were so out there compared to your usually reserved-self. “Fuck, look at you, hermosa. Such a good girl for me, touching yourself cause you couldn’t even wait for me. So needy, aren’t you, my sweet little girl.”

You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded softly at Javi; the room was filled with sounds of your heavy breaths and soft moans as your fingers slowly sank into yourself. You were driving your boyfriend made, he wanted to bury himself so deeply in you and stay there forever but he also couldn’t stop watching as you pleasured yourself. 

“This what you do when daddy isn’t around to touch you, princess?” Javi groaned, he slowed his hand down and squeezed his length roughly to stave off his want to cum. 

“Y-yeah…” you whined. “Feels so good daddy but nothing feels as good as your cock, I’ve tried everything but nothing feels as good.” You admitted with red cheeks. 

“Yeah? What have you tried, honey?” He cooed, smirking that you were so open. 

“Uhm,” you whimpered as your hips bucked up to your hand. “My hairbrush, I tried using the shower head and I’ve tried humping everything; the sofa, my pillow one of my stuffed animals but nothing ever feels as good.”

Javi couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, it was dark and condescending and it made you feel even needier for the male. 

“Aw, my poor little baby. Humping everything like a little mutt. That why you rode my thigh earlier?” His voice was deep and lustful, it was the perfect mix of condscnedation and love. 

You nodded, tears pricking at your eyes with embarrassment as you admitted it to your boyfriend. He would often be away on work trips and you recalled in your mind all those nights that were so lonely and you were so empty. You craved your boyfriends touch, and his approval even more. 

“Being such a good girl for me now.” Javi groaned, finally pulling his hand off of his cock. He removed his shirt and stood to fully take his shorts off. 

Your eyes followed your boyfriend, your fingers still circled your swollen and sensitive clit, you could feel your orgasm impending quicker and quicker. 

“Javi,” you whimpered. “I-I’m gonna cum, please let me cum.” 

“Call me by my proper name, baby girl. Then you can cum.” He hissed, he gently wrapped a hand around your throat so his fingers and thumb were pressing on your pulse points. 

He restricted your throat just enough to make your head feel floaty and that’s what you needed to push you over the edge. Your mouth open in a silent moon as you tried to speak. 

“Daddy. Fuck.” You breathed, cursing him. 

Javi smiled down at you as your fingers stopped moving and your thighs shook roughly; he kissed your forehead gently and stroked your cheek after he released your throat. 

“Good girl. So good for me. How do you want to take me?” He whispered, his hand cupping at your cheeks gently so his thumb could stroke the soft skin there. 

You shrugged at him, feeling far too fucked out already. “I-I don’t mind.” You whispered. “Just want you, please.”

Javi made a humming noise of appreciation and he pressed another kiss to your forehead affectionately. “Okay, my love, lay down for me and I’ll give you daddies cock. Hm, is that okay with you? That what you want?”

You made a soft whining noise, you knew Javi’s cock would sting as he stretched you out and you couldn’t wait but you were already feeling over-sensitive so you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long. You laid down on the large sofa, your back leant up against the arm of the sofa with a cushion behind you and Javi positioned himself between your legs, he gently held onto one of your thighs for leverage as he positioned himself to your hole. 

“God, you’re so wet and tight for me, hermosa.” He groaned as he gently pressed himself into your vagina. Your eyes screwed shut at the sting of stretching around his member and Javi shushed you, he kissed your forehead once again before he started a slow pace. 

Javi squeezed at the flesh of your leg, you were perfect for him and he could live buried deep in you forever if it was possible. He rolled his hips sensually and with every thrust of his cock, he deliciously pleasure your g-spot. It was intense and your body shook with the pleasure of it all. 

“Daddy, you feel so good. You fill me up so well.” You whimpered, your soft hands grabbing at Javi’s back desperately as you clenched around his cock. 

“So do you, my sweet girl. Perfect little cocksleeve for me, made just for daddy. Isn’t that right?” He cooed. 

You nodded and Javi sped his hips up, he’d had enough of teasing himself and now he was chasing his high greedily. You laid there and took him, obscene moans and curse words tumbled from your lips like a free-flowing stream. You were a goner, so close to cumming around your boyfriend you wouldn’t have been able to stop it if you tried. 

Your walls fluttered and clenched around Javi’s member as you came; you felt it get wetter between the two of you and your whole body shook with the intensity, tears rolling down your cheeks as Javi kept up his punishing pace. 

“Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl.” Javi groaned, holding your hips for better leverage as he fucked into you with fervour. 

It didn’t take Javi long to get there, soon his hips were stuttering to a stop before he quickly pulled out of you. He stroked himself once, twice and on the third time, he awkwardly leant over to spill his hot cum on your tits. You opened your mouth to catch a few stray spurts on your outstretched tongue as Javi praised you, fucking his fist as he painted your skin. 

Javi fell back onto the sofa with a groan, your laboured breaths filled the empty room as your tried to regain some composure. 

“Fuck me.” You laughed, flopping an arm over your face in exhaustion.

“Just did, cariño.” Javi laughed, not wasting a second to go and grab a damp cloth to clean you up with. He wiped at you gently and you hissed as the cool cloth hit your sweaty skin. 

Javi returned after throwing the cloth into the wash and sat on the sofa next to you, he took your legs and draped them over your lap so he could stroke softly at your bare skin. 

“That…” he breathed. “That was amazing but uh, do you wanna talk about it at all? It was different for us… amazing but different and I hope you’re okay.”

Your eyes were still closed, you were bathing in your post-orgasmic glow and Javi’s words had you crushing back down to earth. 

“Javi,” you whined as a warning. “Can we not… you found out a lot about me today, maybe pack it away and save that conversation for another day? I’m okay though, thank you for asking. I love you a lot…”

He lifted your leg and kissed it softly, he knew not to push you otherwise you would just withdraw into yourself further which wouldn’t help anyone. 

“Fine, fine. I love you more, hermosa. You’re my world. Whatever you need, or whatever you want from me, I’m here for you.” He rambled until you sat up and gently pushed his shoulder. 

“Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” You laughed and brought your boyfriend in for a gentle kiss, he smiled against your lips before you laid back down on the sofa and pulled a blanket over your naked body. “Now, I think you promised me dinner? How about your famous risotto?” You grinned. 

Javi rolled his eyes affectionately and stood, wrapping the blanket around you tighter and handing you the tv remote. 

“Anything for you, mi amor. Now, you relax here, cariño and I’ll make us some dinner.” Javi smiled, ducking his head down to kiss your forehead before he disappeared into the kitchen. 

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#javi g x reader #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x reader #javi g x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfictions #anon request

[rayroseu]

💚 Malenoa and Levan FanDesign Notes

okayyyy 4th post of me manifesting a reveal of Malleus DNA 😂🙏✨✨

this is based mostly on crowley is levan theory

• • • these are just mainly doodles and rambles ‼️

im. so. so. desperate for more dragons in this game. i hope u guys know that akdjkaksks cuz like,,,,, why did Levan had that eastern dragon title if he aint that....😭😭 I want it bcs its a nice reference to Halloween event!!!🐉💚✨✨

You know!! Like how Halloween event signifies Levan and GloMas signifies Malenoa (i think in terms of their clothing?) and those two events focused GREATLY on Malleus' character ✨✨

( this is my sketch design of him--- i wanted to draw Levan in the halloween costume ✨✨)

I'm really fine with Crowley being Malleus' dad😂 (convinced myself to just cope with it if it came true 😂💥)

as long as the story doesn't write it off as like a silly thing or he's written off as a jerk who left Malenoa for milk (which is most of the memes correlating for this theory lol)

(i doubt TWST will write it off like this they will twist it very tragically for sure 😭 all for their best marketing boy Malleus yk✨‼️)

But uh, Princess Malenoa wouldnt actually fall for some himbo like Crowley right... KJDKAJS

PLUS YOURE TELLING ME CROWLEY USED TO BE A

1. FUTURE KING

2. HE GOT THE APPROVAL OF LILIA??? TO MARRY MALENOA???

3. THE APPROVAL AND SUPPORT OF THE FAE NOBLES AND COMMON FAES TO MARRY THEIR BELOVED PRINCESS

4. THE APPROVAL OF QUEEN MALEFICIA TO HAVE HER DAUGHTER⁉️⁉️

so being normal WAS an option dire crowley😭 what went down bird principal 💥💥

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(i think Malleus got his expressions from Levan hehe and also his empathetic side who wants to connect with others)

Also realizing that if Crowley is ever a dragon then his masking is on point because the crow mask covers his potential dragon scales and the silly hat can cover his horns lol

and if he's ever truly Malleus' father, i hope he has a tragic/good reason why he let him overblot and the best he could do before malleus snapped was order the students --who are obviously inferior to Mal-- to stop and fight him😂😭💥‼️

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I realised that since Princess Malenoa is their leader in military, there's a chance that she was also in charge of designing Land of Briar's military gear--

Plus!! We know Malleus designs clothes for Groom Lilia!!

So, that means she's the one who dressed up Lilia's general garments? 🥺✨

Thus, the design I thought of her is like a mixture of Malleus' Masquerade Outfit and Lilia's General Outfit ‼️✨

I put roses on her horns bcs I love the thought she's connected to roses-- its more like a decoration on her headpiece, kinda like what Maleficent wears in the live action.

I think Maleficia and Malenoa are more welcoming in displaying their draconic features rather than hiding it like Malleus. Because that's what you really do as a dragon fae and its more comfortable✨✨‼️

also bcs i think Malleus scales are so pretty (only for him to hide it behind his bangs💔💔💔) like honey... why are you hiding them aaaa (bcs he doesnt want to look more scary right...) 😭 I still hope he actually transforms into a dragon, i dont care if hes going to be so overpowered that we'll need 20 turns to empty out his HP‼️💥💥

I desperately wish Malenoa and Levan are sweetly in love because when the scene comes where both of them perishes its going to hurt real good in my heart knowing they wouldve been the sweetest parents for malleus 🥲😭💔

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #malleus draconia #art #illustration #fanart #my art #lian arts #twst malenoa #malenoa draconia #twst levan #diasomnia #twisted wonderland fanart #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland book 7 #twst diasomnia #briar valley #twst book 7 theory #twst book 7 spoilers #twst fanart

[rebornologist]

Greetings ✨

I wanted to ask if u could make some headcanons about a reader that's Tsuna's (younger) twin sibling? And just kinda how that affects their relationship with the guardians (if that's too many, maybe just Tsuna and Gokudera)?

(btw I am the anon that asked for the gokudera + shy but affectionate s/o and I just wanted to say I absolutely adored those headcanons, thank you so much for writing them 🥺❣️)

I hope you have a wonderful day👋

omg hiii lovely, this is such a cute idea so I tried my best with it! It isn't super fleshed out, because I had to kind of fill in gaps of how his sibling's personality would be like, but here are some of my thoughts :')

♡ Tsuna w/ a twin ✧

CW!! mention of death (in the original TYL timeline), maybe a biiit of a stretch/OOC

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Tsuna with a younger twin sounds so adorable, I think they would have a great relationship and his sibling would be his number one supporter, despite the pressure he feels from his parents. When he’s feeling down on his luck, he always turns to them for a willing ear and words of support. Coming from a similar cultural background, I think that Nana would have been harsher on Tsuna growing up because she had higher expectations for him being the older brother (“not by much!” he always argues when his younger sibling tries to leverage their being 20 minutes younger to get what they want), but at some point she kind of shifts to focusing more of her hopes in his sibling, especially if they were doing better academically.

Now, depending on if y’all are fraternal or identical twins, Gokudera would have had a field day learning that Tsuna has a twin sibling if it was the latter. I can imagine his “That.. that wasn’t Decimo?! Oh I’M SO SORRY, HOW COULD I EVER MIX UP THE TWO OF THEM, MY DEEPEST APOLOGIES DECIMOANSDKJANSD” (proceeds to sulk)

I really like this concept, because it changes what happens in the future as well. I can only assume that Tsuna’s sibling would have a sky flame as well, and they would technically be next in line for being the boss if Tsuna.. y’know. The guardian that would be most tense about this would be Gokudera. He would want to make a good image of himself for them, since they’re Tsuna’s family... but there’s also a seed of suspicion in him, especially early on, when he begins to overthink about how.. messy, mafia inheritance can be. I think as time went on, Tsuna’s sibling would fight alongside the family, and when things got really bad in the future, the sibling was actually the one that everyone had to turn to in the event of Tsuna’s passing. Technically, that timeline has been written over, but there’s probably a ton of mixed feelings about it from the guardians, because Tsunayoshi had really grown into the perfect boss for the family. His twin just knew him the best out of everyone, so they had to step up when Tsuna was gone. The guardians respect them greatly, but to have to face someone that looks exactly like Tsuna would really break their hearts, and some (Gokudera, Ryohei, and Lambo) would have a harder time hiding their mixed feelings.

When Tsuna first went missing in the present, his twin lost their appetite, and it truly felt like a part of them was gone. I really like the idea that they had to find each other again in the future, because they were transported at different times, and Tsuna definitely cried tears of joy to see the familiar face of his twin in the future.

In natural younger sibling fashion, I think his twin is actually the more aggressive one. They’re more extroverted, but their temper is worse, and they aren’t afraid to say it like it is. This is likely from standing up for their loser-Tsuna twin brother in their childhood years. I think Tsuna’s twin would get along very well with Ryohei, with them actually wanting to push Tsuna to join a club and put himself out there more, which Ryohei really agrees with. Lambo, in childhood, would probably start beef with Tsuna’s twin, just to run and hide with Tsuna because he knows that Tsuna’s the good cop of the duo, but when he’s grown up, he actually ends up being more respectful/afraid of Tsuna for how much he’s changed as he grew into being a mafia don.

Chrome… is amicable with his twin. They’re friendly and respect each other, since they also defended her when Gokudera was giving her shit when she first met him. If Tsuna’s twin hangs out with Kyoko and Haru often, then they’re likely to be one of the girls™.

Yamamoto likes pretending that he can’t tell them apart, even if they’re fraternal. However, he is one of the people that has actually never mixed them up.

Hibari took the longest time to notice that the twin existed, because his fascination with Tsuna grew very slowly, and by extension, his opinion on the people around him and the other Sawada.

Mukuro.. tried to possess the twin to either pretend to be Tsuna, or to leverage them for Tsuna. They kind of became his.. plan b in case possessing the future Decimo did not work out. He speaks to Tsuna in a weird and semi-threatening way, but somehow he's even weirder and more threatening to the sibling because their reactions amuse him.

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[cevansbaby-dove]

Chris Loves Love. Part 11

Emily's pov.

Ugh it's December...I sit up in my bed and look around my small bedroom. I get out of bed and see that chris texted me.

Chris-Morning Em hope you slept good, it's Christmas time!! 🎄

Chris-

I smile lightly at his text, Christmas....oh chris if you only knew..

I walk into the kitchen and make myself some tea. i get a call from mom. I pick up. 'Morning Mom"

"Hello Em did i wake you?"

"No I just got up, i'm grabbing some tea before chris and i head out for the dog park. How are you?"

"I'm good just wanted to check on you....your birthday is in four days and..."

"Mom I know i know...so are you guys flying here?"

"We thought we would, your father also really wants to meet Chris, have you told him yet?"

I chew on my cheek. "No i uh...i haven't been in the mind set to tell him...it still hurts mom" i say with a small sigh.

"I know Em i know, I'm sorry it happened on that day but he's in a better place ok?" I nod blinking my tears away. "I just wish he never left us...Especially on my birthday"

I hear my mom sigh. "he held on as long as he could honey.." I sit at the counter and nod. "Anyway uh....when were you guys coming?"

"We were thinking tonight we are packing so we should be there around seven if chris is free to meet us then"

I smile. "ye..yea he should be"

"Good and Emily?"

"yes Mom?"

"Always know that he loved you so much and he's so proud of you for what you have become ok?" I feel my cheeks become wet so i wipe them off. "thanks mom i know he is proud of me."

"Alright honey see you tonight, I love you" I smile. "I love you too mom see ya later" We hang up and i look at my tea and sigh. then i get a text from Chris.

Chris-babe are u ok? I haven't heard from you.....🥺

Emily-Morning Chrissy sorry i was fixing my tea then my mom called. i'm ok.

Chris-Oh thank god your alive! Anywayyy free for breakfast? 🙂

Emily-uh..not today chrissy I'm sorry i have a busy day today, maybe tomorrow? oh my mom and dad and brother are flying in tonight from NC are you ok meeting them at their hotel?

Chris-I'd love to meet them darling pick you up at 6?

Emily-sure.

Time:5pm

Chris's pov.

"Em is acting off man i don't know what's going on with her." I say to scott.

Scott nods as he sips on some beer. "Dude maybe she's just having an off day, we all know you have a lot of those" I roll my eyes and look at my phone. "Oh shit! it's almost time to meet her uh...fam"

Scott says. "YOUR MEETING HER FAMILY!!????"

"Scotttt cool it yes i am they are coming to boston to see her but she asked if i wanted to meet them so..i mean she is my girlfriend so...makes sense right?"

I look at scott who is on his phone. "oh no no scott don't!"

Scott-CHRIS IS MEETING EM'S FAMILY TONIGHT!!!

Ma-oh yay!!

Shanna-that's a great step!

Calry-I Agree!

Chris-I was waiting to tell you guys By myself! thanks a lot scott.

Scott-

I look at the text. "oh jesus scott come on man..i was waiting to tell them!"

Emily's pov.

I walk off set and see some of the pictures of the shoot i just did so i take one and post it to my instagram.

Emily_Maxwell:looking like something out of a dream. ✨

Emilyfan:Damn your so hot mother!! Slayyyy!!

ScottEvans:Wow my brother's gf is so cute!

CEfan#1:#evanswell is back and here to stay!!

i walk to my car and drive home. i get home in ten minutes so i have time to change into something else. I walk into my home and i grab this outfit.

I hear someone knocking on the front door so i walk to it as i put my hair into a bun. i open it and see chris with flowers in his hands. "Hi Em" He says with a big grin. "hey chris come in"

He walks in and says. "Are you alright Em?" I look at him as i grab my purse. "uh..yea all good" i flash him a smile. 'Ready to go?" Chris grabs my hand. "emily talk to me you didn't text me back right away, your even acting funny and not in a funny way"

"Chrissy I'll talk about it when i feel like it" He says. "Em.." i turn and look at him. "my god chris it's nothing that you can fix! look, my grandpa passed away on Christmas eve so that is why i hate December and i am not a fan of the holidays!"

I watch chris as he sits down and doesn't say anything. I blink. "Chris I didn't want to tell you....thats why i have been the way i am today, it'll be 3 years without him...."

i text my fam. Emily: hey sorry i'll be there later than what i said. see u all soon.

i sit by chris. "please say something to me" He looks at me with tears falling down his cheeks. "Em I'm sorry"

He hugs me and i hug him back lightly. "It's not your fault Chrissy.." He pulls away looking into my eyes. "i wish i was there, i wish i could have been there for you....I wish-"

"Chrissy it's ok, Death happens and By now i'm ok it just..hurts some days i promise I'll be ok.."

Chris nods and i say. "okay...now can we see my mom and dad and brother?" Chris laughs lightly. "Yes my princess" We stand up and walk to his car.

Chris's pov.

I can't help but look at Em differently now, man her grandpa passed...on her birthday and she's been so strong since then...i glance at her taking her hand in mine. "So what's your family like?"

She smiles at me. "Well i told you how my dad is...um my mother she's very sweet and might come across as harsh but she means everything she says with love, and My brother He is quite the little man, he's thirteen but he acts older than he looks."

I nod and say. "Sounds like i'll get along with them just fine" She nods "Yes i hope so!"

I pull into the parking lot of the Hotel and look at Em, she looks...sad..man. "emily do you maybe want to go back home? you don't look to good right now"

She looks at me. "no i'll be ok" She kisses my cheek then gets out.

She was right her i love her family they are very warm and nice people just like herself. Half three hours of being with them Emily and i head back to my place she was begging me to see Dodger.

"hey chrissy?" i look at her. 'hmm?" She wrap her arms around me. "thanks for not leaving me when i told you about my past" I kiss her head. "I'm always here for my girl" She falls asleep on my chest and dodger lays by her feet and falls asleep. a/n: 🥺 I'm sorry if this was kind of sad but back story about Christmas eve for me, I lost my bunny that night so Christmas hasn't been the same, he passed away four years ago and ever Christmas Eve is tough on me cus of me missing my bunny. But thank you for reading part 11. 🥲

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[lizzie-is-here]

like the dawn

part x- the letters

“i’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, i am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here” - l.m. dorsey

summary: as you settle in at the compound, the free time gives you a bit too much room for self reflection. not like the closeness of your trio is helping with your littles crushes either.

wordcount: 4.3k

warnings: pining, more pining, lil 🤏 angst, trauma, hydra fucked up ya boi, lists, yes lists is a warning

a/n: can you tell i was obsessed with parallels this chapter 💀 also the ✨olive theory✨ but no but i’m really happy w how this turned out hope u enjoy and like always, love you! 🥺🤍

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The next days were dedicated to establishing a schedule. Thankfully, that was something Steve had always been good at. With his help, you had a nice, flexible schedule that would help you ease back into normal life.

5:00 AM:

Wake up. Take a flying lap. Get ready. Suppress the urge to think about how domestic getting ready with your boys is. Head down to the kitchen for a snack before stretching and going for a run around the compound. Follow up with a workout and cool-down stretch.

7:00 AM:

Eat a good breakfast, and use the opportunity to try new foods. Sometimes other members of the teams join you. You still don’t talk around them much. After breakfast, shower.

8:30 AM:

Let Steve teach you and Bucky about the modern world, plus catch you up on his life. Get distracted by his smile and his biceps. Pretend to not be distracted. Think about the lockbox.

12:00 PM:

Eat lunch. Sometimes with other team members. After lunch, go for a fly around the grounds.

1:30 PM:

Either run errands or just go into town. Avoid touchy paparazzi and blush when Bucky defends you in front of them. Get confused about why you’re blushing. Think about the lockbox again.

6:30 PM:

Dinner. Always a full-team event. Sit silently so as to not interrupt or bother anyone. Always thank whoever cooked or ordered the food. Help clean up after.

After a week, you’re comfortable with the order. You enjoy how much time you spend with your boys, despite worrying about being clingy. And despite how quiet you are around everyone else, you enjoy being around them, too.

One day, after your morning run, none of the three of you hear the noise coming from the kitchen. But the team hears you.

You, Bucky, and Steve are in the middle of a half-joking-half-serious debate about Steve’s old USO costume, voices carrying down the halls with a lightheartedness that the rest of the team isn’t used to hearing.

“It made your ass look great,” you insist, causing Tony to snort and shoot an “I-told-you-so” look at Natasha. Sam silently laughs even harder when he hears the infamous Winter Soldier fully agree with you, even going into talking about how “lifting” the spandex was.

“You two are just pervs,” Steve laughs. “That uniform hid absolutely nothing.” Bucky elbows him.

“Bet the girls loved that,” he chuckles. Steve goes ten shades of red and hides his face in his hands, trying to ignore the teasing.

The lights in the kitchen flicker with your laughter, and a few of the Avengers glance up. Compound lights rarely flicker, much less go out. A perk of having a Stark running your tech.

The three of you stumble into the kitchen, and in the brief moment before you realize the whole group is gathered there, Natasha Romanoff notices three things.

One: Steve has never looked this happy. Not in the four years she’s known him. His features are lighter, the deep crease between his brow is relaxed. He finally looks his age.

Two: You and Barnes are much louder than you’ve been acting. She supposes guilt is making you more shy than usual. More than anything, she’s glad to see you smiling for once.

Three: The three of you are absolutely in love with one another.

Hidden glances, lingering touches. As the matchmaker of the group, she’s seen it dozens of times before. She knows the signs.

But she’s no fool. Her “mother” didn’t raise her to be one. The three of you are, in the most polite way possible, mentally fucked. It’s hard not to be, after 70 years are absolute shit. And that makes relationships more difficult and complicated than they already are.

Natasha makes a mental note that she’ll share with Wanda later.

The moment you turn and spot the group, your little trio freezes. You and Bucky go silent, though you’re still trying to hide occasional chuckles as he elbows Steve. The blond is mostly unaffected, though his smile cools a bit.

“Vis helped make sandwiches,” Wanda says, breaking the tense silence. “Come and try them.”

You oblige, taking one from the tray and sitting on a barstool. You leave one stool of space between you and Sam and tuck your wings close to your body, hoping to not trip anyone.

The Falcon leans in as conversation continues.

“Hey,” he whispers conspiratorially. You tilt your head. “Barton and I were wondering if you’d want to join the Bird Squad.”

The what? The look of confusion on your face has Sam explaining.

“You know, I’m the Falcon, he’s Hawkeye. You don’t have a bird-themed name, but hey, I think the wings are more than enough for you to qualify.”

Grinning at his antics, you nod. “Okay, yeah. Yeah, I’ll join the…”

“Bird Squad,” he says.

“The Bird Squad,” you finish. Bucky comes over just then, raising a brow at the man next to you.

“Please stop with the bird puns. The bird-patterned socks were bad enough,” he groans. Bucky takes the seat between you two nonetheless. He offers you the olives from the toothpick in his sandwich. You trade them for the crust off yours.

Next to Tony, Steve waits for the billionaire to speak first. The two can rarely ever talk without arguing, but he’s more than willing to try. For the team, if not for himself.

“I know we joke about you guys being old, but physically, how old are you actually?” Tony asks. He’s watching you peel the crust from your sandwich.

Steve huffs, calculating. “I turn 31 this year, and those two… Well, we don’t know how long they were in cryo between… missions.” He glances at you and Bucky. “She was 27 and he was 28 when they went under.”

The blond can’t read Tony’s expression as he nods, simply taking another sip of coffee. Steve takes it as a sign he’s done talking.

Circling around the counter and sitting on the other side of him, you offer a smile before passing an olive to him. He takes it gratefully.

Peter, apparently done eating, bounces out of his chair and hops on top of the counter in front of you. He immediately starts talking a mile a minute.

“Okay, this might be a weird question and you can totally say no, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything, I’m just really curious, but can I see your powers? It’s just, Ned- that’s my best friend- has been asking about how they work since he’s really interested in the physics of them and I just never have an answer and I feel bad-”

To stop him from losing his breath, you hold out your hand, summoning a small ball of light. You’ve been trying to keep your powers to a minimum here. You know better than most how destructive they can be, and the last thing you want to do is wreck the compound.

But a small, floating ball of light won’t do any damage. Strangely, it’s not even hot. The teen pokes at it, alarmed when his hand passes right through.

“Wait, if you can make solid objects with it, why is this…?” With a flick of your wrist, you feel the light change.

“It’s almost like changing the density,” you explain. “You probably understand it better than I ever will. I just know that it works.” When Peter touches the light again, it’s solid. You toss it, watching as it dissipates in the air.

He’s amazed, gaping for a few seconds before gathering himself, thanking you, and hurrying off to call his friend back. You lift up your hand again, allowing the light to flow and wisp-like smoke. Peter’s reaction makes you feel a bit better about your powers. He wasn’t scared, just curious.

“I told you,” Bucky quips. “Your powers aren’t something to be disgusted by.”

Huffing, you point to his left arm. “Then neither is that,” you counter.

“No, this is different.” The metal plates shift and rearrange with his movements. Steve watches, mesmerized by them. As horrible as its origin was, the intricate design of the prosthetic was something beautiful.

He says so, but Bucky shakes his head. You frown.

“Maybe if it wasn’t in so much pain all the time, you’d be able to feel a bit better about it. Just let me soothe the nerves, even just for a little bit,” you plead. Lowering your voice, you cut off his racing thoughts. “You don’t deserve to be in pain.”

Bucky considers your words. He shrugs, but doesn’t refuse. He watches you smile, quite literally lighting up the room.

Steve chuckles as the lights flicker, grabbing your empty plates and tossing them in the sink.

“I was thinking we could head into Brooklyn,” he suggests. “Our museum is open, so I figured we could stop by there and look through.”

He thinks for a moment, then nods to you. “Maybe you’ll finally open that lockbox and let the world in on whatever’s inside.”

The world? You know he means the news, the people that read about you. But those letters in there are for him and Bucky only.

To be fair, they are your whole world.

———————————————————————

People weren’t as invasive and nosy when they were wandering around your museum, you find. They seem more respectful as you wander the exhibits, trying to piece together your past.

The memories have been coming easier, but they still feel so distant. Like dreams, or a lingering sense of deja vu.

There are dozens of pictures lining the walls, descriptions neatly written below them. The three of you talking around a campfire, Steve and Bucky at the fair, a younger you proudly holding up a 1st place trophy, front teeth missing and a tiny bow clenched in your fist.

You trace your hands over them, mesmerized by how happy you look. You look lighter, softer. Not bearing a literal weight on your shoulders and eyes that always seem a bit sad.

Steve walks up behind you, following your wistful gaze as you soak up each photo and try to place it in your memories.

“Hey,” he says. You smile, so warm and so familiar that Steve’s knees almost buckle. “You like the museum?”

“It’s great,” you say, following the pictures around to a replica of your shared apartment. “Helps with the memories.” The couch catches your eye. With a bit of focus, some moments in time push through the fog.

Lazy nights when you three were too tired to move, instead piling on the couch and sleeping there. Camping out there when Steve was sick and you gave him the bed. Bucky coming home that day that started the end of it all.

Slowly, not wanting to overstep, Steve wraps an arm around your shoulders, carefully navigating past your wings. You lean into his touch, sniffling a bit when Bucky joins you two, also staring at the battered couch.

One particular memory comes to mind. And you begin to hum.

You can’t remember the exact words, but you try your best as you begin to sway.

“It’s been a long, long time… Haven’t felt like this, my dear, since can’t remember when…”

Dancing. You three spent more money than you could afford on records for your little apartment, and after Sunday dinner it was your tradition to try and teach Steve to dance.

What you’re doing now is little more than shifting your weight. But it means the world to you and your boys. It means that you’re remembering. Bucky joins in humming, making his way through the refrain before trailing off.

“You said you’ve got a record player, didn’t you, Stevie?” he asks. Steve nods and begins talking about some of the older records he has when a particular glass case catches your eye.

Your lockbox. Behind the 4-inch bulletproof glass, the small box sits with its key placed beside it. You crouch to read the description.

‘In the final days before her disappearance, Agent (Y/N) (L/N) wrote what is estimated to be around a dozen letters and stored them in this box. While other letters she wrote were left out, no one knows what lies within the small cherry-wood box. Out of respect, it remains locked to this day.’

A picture of you sits beside the paragraph. Bow slung over your shoulder and dressed in your uniform, you stand tall and proud. Catching a glimpse of your reflection in the glass, you immediately shake your head to dissipate the lingering thoughts.

A woman steps up beside you. From the way she’s dressed and the keys in her pocket, you figure she works the museum. Your guess is confirmed when she gestures to the box.

“We were wondering when you’d stop by,” she says. “Anything here of yours that you want, just ask. We’re here to help in any way we can.” You smile gratefully, thanking her before glancing back at the box.

“Could I…?” The woman nods and wordlessly unlocks the case. She lifts your box with all the care in the world, handing it to you and wishing you well before whisking off.

Steve and Bucky catch up to you, spotting the box.

“They let you take it?” The former asks.

Holding it up, you grin. “Yeah. Guess they missed their timeframe on finding out what’s inside.”

“Will you tell us?” Bucky leans in, gently elbowing you.

Even thinking about the letters makes you blush. In your grief the days after their “deaths”, you’d poured every thought onto paper. The openness that you know lies on the pages sends embarrassment creeping under your skin.

“Maybe,” you finally say, tucking the box under your arm and stowing the key in your pocket. They both shrug, not pushing further, and move on to the next exhibit.

It’s an hour later when you leave, avoiding reporters and paparazzi as you clutch the lockbox close to your body. Making it back to the compound and into your room is much easier, though you still haven’t opened the box.

Steve and Bucky ran down to the kitchen to bug Sam, and in the meantime, you’ve been staring at it. The key is in your hand, the box is on your bed.

Since you’ve gotten home, you’ve showered, changed into pajamas, checked the news, and watched an episode of new show that caught your eye.

But you’re scared. You’ve already felt… that feeling lately. You fear that, if you open the box and reread the letters inside, it’ll only be intensified.

A part of HYDRA’s process was breaking you down into a weapon. To them, you weren’t a person capable of giving or receiving such an emotion. They made you believe it. That you were only good for their missions.

If you open the box, you aren’t sure if you can handle keeping a secret like that from your boys. You aren’t sure if you could handle telling them, either.

They’re all you have left. Losing them through your own actions would destroy you.

Still, you grip the key in your hand, steel your nerves, and unlock the box.

Gently opening it, you blow away the dust coating the old paper before carefully lifting the stack of letters and setting them on your bed. You grab one, unfolding it and hyping yourself up before reading the first words.

‘Dear Steve Rogers and James Barnes,

This is the fourth letter I’ve written. Without either of you, there isn’t much else to do except think and write. And I’ve been doing a lot of both. There are plenty of things I wish I’d told you, but before everything else, I wish that I had told you I love you. Yes, still. And while I can’t tell you when it started, a part of me feels like it’s always been there. Like a fact of life I’ve lived with ever since that day on the playground.

I don’t think telling you would’ve changed how things went. Maybe you two would’ve been more careful if we’d had more to lose. But I’m so tired of entertaining what-if questions, so I’ll deal with that thought down for another time.

Missing you feels like too weak of a word to describe what I feel. You’ve been perhaps the only permanent thing in my life. Everything else changes too fast for me to keep up. School, work, whatever else people worry about now. But you were my constant. The one thing I could rely on. Even if the sun didn’t rise one day, I always thought you’d be there. And now I’m alone.

Steve, you were always so full of energy. Even when sick, you’d always have something to say or a new drawing to work on. I never admitted it, but I loved watching you draw. You had a real talent there. Seeing you become Captain America was the best and worst thing, I think. Knowing that you were healthy, even better than me and Buck, was a weight lifted. But the world doesn’t know you. They aren’t mourning you, they’re mourning their symbol. I can’t forgive them for that.

Bucky, the day you were drafted has always stayed in my mind. You were scared for the first time I can remember, shaking on our couch that I can’t go back to. I can’t go back to that apartment alone. I'll always remember the late nights in the kitchen, when Steve would go to bed early and you’d tell me all about some new scientific discovery or invention that you’d read about. The world doesn’t talk about that part of you.

I can hear Peggy and the other Commandos talking. They’re worried about me, I think. I can’t blame them. I sleep more than I ever have, write, and take dinner in my tent. Colonel Phillips hasn’t said anything yet.

The world is moving on without us. I may not be dead, but I think after losing you, I’m not completely alive.’

Sniffling, you wipe your eyes and fold the letter back up, setting it in the box along with the others. You remember bits and pieces of the time after they “died”, and true to the letter, you’d spiraled in the remaining weeks before you’d caved.

A knock on your door.

“Come in,” you call. With your feet dangling off the bed, you don’t need to sit up to know the two sets of footsteps.

The sun hangs low in the sky, and even at the end of the day the compound bustles with agents and doctors. You yawn, stretching your muscles. You’ve found that your energy levels tend to rise and fall with the sun.

Even though it’s early, Steve and Bucky are more than willing to turn in for the night. A lazy night in is far more appealing than watching more news on the Avengers and the Accords, and dinner could be ordered in without much fuss.

“Are you done for the day?” the blond asks, sitting beside you. Bucky moves the throw pillows from the bed, tossing them around the room with no regards to where they land.

You shrug. “I want to go help clean up after dinner, don’t wanna leave Wanda to do it on her own.”

“Wanda can move things with her mind, I think she’ll be okay with doing the dishes for one night.” Scooping you up while Bucky throws the covers back, he unceremoniously dumps you onto the plush bed as you shriek.

Reaching over to grab a pillow, you swat at him, only to receive a pillow to the face from the brunet behind you. Before it devolves into a full-on pillow war, you raise your hands in truce, laying down to catch your breath.

Your boys follow suit, laying down with you. You tuck your wings in, wrapping them around yourself on both sides like the fluffiest blanket you’ve ever touched.

“This is nice,” Bucky mumbles into the blankets. You nod, closing your eyes to avoid facing just how close they are. Normally you wouldn’t mind. But you blush easily, and something like that would raise questions.

You listen as Steve calls in a pizza, followed by another call of him asking Vision to pick it up, seeing as he was the fastest one in the compound. Poking at a stray feather, you blink hazily in the golden light.

The food arrives minutes later, and you finish the pizza just as the sun starts to graze the treeline. Steve and Bucky get ready for bed as you turn on the TV and collect some more blankets, only increasing the growing pile on the bed. The cold doesn’t bring good memories to any of you.

Once you finish, you lightly pat the bed, gesturing for Bucky to sit.

“You said you’d let me work your shoulder,” you remind him, tone stern. Steve helps you, tugging your friend in front of you. He sits in front of him, making sure he doesn’t try to start another pillow fight.

“You don’t have to do this,” Bucky says to both of you. Your responses are the same.

“I know.”

You can feel the warmth of your healing radiating from your hand. “You ready?” you ask. Steve takes his hands, calming him as he takes deep breaths. He nods.

You’ve seen the x-rays. The sketches of the metal arm and exactly how it’s designed. It’s a medical nightmare, put simply.

A titanium limb far outweighed a normal arm, meaning Bucky walked with a tilt, which led to back pain and a constant soreness in his neck muscles. In an attempt to support the heavy prosthetic, HYDRA had poorly grafted the metal onto the surrounding bones, covering parts of his clavicle and sternum.

All of this combined puts him in a world of pain. And now that he’s finally letting you work on it, you wonder how he didn’t break sooner.

The pain radiates from where the metal attaches, searing across his back and up the left side of his head. His muscles are knotted and tense, struggling to receive input from the destroyed nerves.

Bucky’s wincing as you work, trying his best not to shout in pain and relief as your powers mend his invisible wounds. Steve notices, and in an attempt to distract him, taps your lockbox.

“So, you ever gonna tell us what’s in this?” Since he’s facing you, he gets a perfect view of how you turn two shades pinker, fumbling and accidentally brightening the nearby lamp.

You cough, shrugging. “Maybe.” Your tone suddenly becomes a bit sad. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.”

“Ready for…?” Bucky asks.

“Ready for you two to know.” That’s all you say, focusing on soothing the nerves in his neck.

Both Steve's and Bucky’s minds jump to the same thing.

Steve’s known exactly what he’s felt for you two ever since middle school, when he asked his ma if he could be in love with two people at once. Sarah had smiled knowingly, nodded, and watched his little mind run and slowly take in what that meant.

But he never said anything. Bucky started going on dates and you turned your focus on studying, and he’d never found the perfect moment like all his books talked about. No screaming confessions in the rain or dramatic dances at a fancy party. He thought he might find that moment as Captain America, but constant missions made that a bit hard.

All he has is this room, Bucky’s hands in his, and your eyes occasionally meeting his own.

Bucky didn’t realize his feelings until he was taken by HYDRA for the first time. He’d always enjoyed dating around, more for the experience of learning about someone than anything else. Settling with one person when everyone was so different seemed so boring and bland. And then he almost died.

During his capture, he had a lot of time to think. And the only people he could ever see living with for the rest of his life were you two. Sure, it was unorthodox, but so was everything you three did together. Damn all tradition to hell, he swore that, if he got out of that place alive, he’d tell you both. But that never happened. Instead, he got 70 years as a puppet.

All he has is this room, Steve whispering nonsense to calm him down, and your gentle hands mending every source of pain you can find.

“There. All done.” Sitting back, you flick your hands, sending stray tendrils of light flying away.

The sun has long since disappeared, and you can spot a few stars from the window. Going to bed early won’t change the fact that none of you will sleep well. Nightmares always come for at least one of you.

Tonight, you take the middle. Laying on your stomach, Bucky and Steve slide in on both sides as you rest your wings atop them.

For a while, you sit in silence.

Steve breaks it.

“The thing you aren’t ready to tell us, whatever it is, you know we’ll always be here, right?” he asks. You nod immediately. You never doubted that. Not once. You’re scared of how things will change, though.

“I know. Not like you’d ever let us get away,” you laugh.

Bucky hums, content and almost floaty due to the lack of pain. “You’d chase us to the bottom of the ocean, wouldn’t you, punk?”

“Jerk,” Steve huffs, tugging up one of the many blankets.

Eyes fluttering shut, you manage a “Dumbasses” before you slip into sleep.

Making sure you’re not awake, Bucky glances at Steve.

“So, we both know what those letters say?” He knows you well enough that he’s confident in his suspicions.

Steve hesitates, but agrees. “Yeah. A pretty good guess, at least.”

“How do you feel about it?”

“She’s not the only one.”

“Yeah. But we’ll wait.”

“We’ll wait.”

#marvel #marvel x reader #x reader #avengers x reader #avengers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #like the dawn #bucky barnes x winged!reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x winged!reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #steve rogers x winged!reader #steve rogers x fem!reader #steve rogers x reader #stucky x reader

[evanescentdawn]

Hello, Yuki 👋

just read your fic for IHweek, its adorable thank you for writing about Ichigo and Orihime ✨

If you still accept prompts would please you write about Ichihime date in an Aquarium maybe 🤔 

OMG THIS WAS SUCH A SWEET COMMENT THANK U I’m glad u liked that fic !!!

here is an aqua ichihime date <3 hope u like it. it was fun to write! theyre so 🥺

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Orihime giggles. Ichigo looks more disgruntled. It matches perfect with the lopsided absolutely cute blue shark hat on his hair.

“I look ridiculous.” He says.

“No! you look perfect!” She disagrees. "After all, Kurosaki-kun and sharks are very alike.” He also looks a tinyyy bit ridiculous, but she won't say that.

Ichigo snorts as he takes off the hat and puts it back. A shame, really. “Because I look intimidating to people?”

“A bit of that.” She says, smiling. “But also because sharks and Kurosaki-kun are often misunderstood as scary and intimidating when they can be so cute!”

"I wouldn't say sharks are cute."

Orihime gasps. "Take that back! They so are cute!" As proof of evidence, she grabs a tiny pulshie shark off the shelf and shoves in his face. "See!"

"Yes, of course." Ichigo says, rolling his eyes. "A shark plushie designed to be cute would be cute."

"They're modeled directly from sharks!" Now, Orihime knows she's just saying anything.

Ichigo sceptically squints at the squishie. "You're telling me....sharks have... big eyes like this?"

"...They took some liberaties."

Ichigo laughs. "Alright, I'll give you that. C'mon lets go. I think its time for penguin show."

"Already?!"

"It's been an hour, Inoue.”

Time can go so fast when she's with him, she thinks.

They leave the gift shop, buying the shark hat and plushie in the end, even if Ichigo swears down he will be not wearing the hat. It's for plushie.

Orihime laughs as she nods agreeably. She thinks that the hat might be too big for the plushie, though.

This is not the first time Orihime been to an aquarium together with Ichigo, though then it wasn't really Ichigo and Orihime but their whole group. It feels different this time.

Inluding more stomach butterflies as Ichigo causually weaves their fingers together. The warmth of his hand is devilishly dangerous! To her heart!

Despite how its been a while since they've started dating, there's still a lot Orihime can't get used to. She's felt the full force of Ichigo's love but this — the echo of ichigo's love being the same as hers is completely new.

"That was so much fun!" Orihime says, after the penguin show, as they are returning back home. She leans up to him to whisper, "I think Happy Feet was my favourite."

"The one that kept tripping over himself?" Ichigo says, laughter in his voice.

"Yes! He kept messing up the routine, ahaha. I think he did on purpose — wanted to see his keepers flail around."

He snorts, as he squeezes their joined hands and tugs it into his pocket. Orihime's heart skips a beat.

”…It’s nearly dark.” Ichigo comments, out of the blue. It’s not even that close to sun down. She notices the tips of his ears have turned red.

“Do you…want to stay over?” He asks.

Oh.

She stayed over before and doubts that Ichigo means anything else by that. His family is also home! But the way he asked her — the shyness in his posture and words make her feel weak.

“I’d…like that.” Orihime says, shifting slightly closer to him.

She doesn’t want the time with him to be over yet.

(also on AO3)

#my writing #bleach #ichihime #inoue orihime #kurosaki ichigo #heh finished it <3 #currently rn a pool of feels because they’re so nnnnnfhh…..!!!!!! #fic: pulsing warmth

[bluehwale-main]

✨ poof ✨

a letter has arrived for you, full of my love and book recommendations (that’s actually the same thing recommending books is my love language).

Sorry it took me this long but I take book recommendations very seriously and had to think very hard about what I wanted to recommend. Even after so much thinking I wasn’t sure, so I just decided to recommend you many and hope that one of them will peak your interest and that hopefully you will fall in love with them the same way I did. Also I don’t like to spoil the plot and so I focus on how that book made me feel but please feel free to check the plot beforehand if you want to.

Okay enough of this pointless chitchat.. let’s focus on books now.

CLAIRE KEEGAN - SMALL THINGS LIKE THESE

Such a quiet book, begging to be read. I don’t want to spoil too much, but it was an excellent read.

JULIA ARMFIELD - OUR WIVES UNDER THE SEA

This is a horror book. Warning you beforehand, because my stupid self didn’t check and ended up being quite surprised at the turn of events. However scary, it was done in nonviolent way. Sort of. At least there was no screaming or jumpscares or any of that kind.

My other warning. Do not read this book if you are anywhere near the sea. I repeat. Do not read this if you are anywhere near the sea.

PHILIPPE BESSON - LIE WITH ME

Love story that broke me, shattered my heart into million pieces, but healed me with the tender love story hidden within the pages. Such a story… only life can write. Also the writing was so extraordinarily beautiful I fell in love with it with each word.

RONAN HESSION - PANENKA

It’s difficult to describe how I fee about this book. I wasn’t feeling excited while reading it. It didn’t make me grip the book tightly never wanting to let go anxiously awaiting whats going to happen next.

This book made me fall in love with it slowly. Deliberately. Every single character is so complex and so human. This book made me think. It asked me questions that will haunt me (in the best way possible) for a very long time.

And the last one because i certainly must be boring you by now…

NGHI VO - THE SINGING HILLS CYCLE 1-3

Listen, I love fantasy and I read a lot of it growing up. This series is one of the best fantasy books I’ve ever read. The books are very short and it’s a quick read but the stories are so intricate and delightful and the whole world is so interesting with it’s history and stories of its people… I loved all three of them and can’t wait to read more.

Okay… That’s it for now, I hope if you ever read them, you’ll like at least one. Hope you have a lovely day, take care.

Love,

Sissi 🤍

PS: sending you one big kiss from San because… why not?

SISSIII o(TヘTo)

im okay im definitely not crying mhm yeah im totally fine im not lying on the ground rn EVERYONE LOOK AWAY !!

on a serious note; truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so so much for taking some time out of your day to send in this ask ㅠㅠ this makes me so happy u have no idea <33 and pls don’t apologize!! it means so much that u did this for me and i’m so thankful for you 🥺🫶

honestly i’ve followed a lot of readers in instagram to get recommendations but they always recommend the same books over and over again and it’s mostly books that i’ve already read :-/ but ur list include books that i’ve actually never heard about before SO IM SUPER EXCITED AAAAA <33 im most definitely very interested in philippe besson’s lie to me because the way u beautifully describe how u feel about it sold me!! also, i have hession’s panenka in my tbr list and now that u recommended it to me, i’m so much more excited to start reading it <3 i trust ur judgement 100% U HAVE AMAZING TASTE 🫡

i can’t wait to fall in love with these amazing books, sissi <3 again, thank you so much for this beautiful list, my heart is so so warm rn ☹️🫶 I LOVE YOUUUUU AND I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL have a great day and take care 🤍🫂

(p.s.: you could never bore me <3)

#answered #i hope everyone else can also appreciate ur recommendations!! <3 #also #might fuck around and book a cruise trip to read ‘our wives under the sea’ 🤪🤪 #jk im so scared of the ocean i’d probably be traumatized #lightinythedark

[shiftingparadise]

ooh do u think u can do a modern aspiring classical(?) musicians eren & reader enemies to lovers, childhood lover, mutual pining but unknown to ea/o type story? (absolutely no rush tho😊) been competing against ea/o since kids, eren has a crush on reader & thinks teasing/picking at them is flirting💀 but also kinda sad cuz he knew he sorta already messed up his chances w reader from how he's "treated" them by accidentally one-upping them as kids most the time, so he keeps them close by teasing/bickering often just for any interaction. he does have a soft spot for reader but they get weirded out/confused(?) by his softness at times when eren's genuinely being nice instead of the usual teasing. maybe eren could get caught by reader playing his own lil rendition he made of all of reader's fav pieces into one that he was planning to keep to himself but know that u heard, u ask to play the whole thing & savor moment of u two alone unaware of how intimate the situation is, then confession✨ sry i always make up artistic/musical/ballet scenarios of person getting caught or oblivious to someone admiring their art😭🥺

Hi, I'm sorry you had to wait so long! I hope you like what I've done with it!:) Enjoy reading! 🤍✨

I really loved your request btw, it pushed me out of my comfort zone a little bit (so I'm really sorry if it's not that good) but I love being pushed out of my comfort zone, so thank you!

Word count 4.200

You’ve known Eren since you were kids. You ended up in the same music class after school, both playing the piano. For some reason, there was a fierce rivalry between the two of you. You both wanted to outdo the other, to make sure everyone knew who was better. To be honest, you didn’t know when it started exactly, but you could remember everything as if it happened yesterday. 

--- 

‘No, I’m way better than you! My mom got me a teacher ever since I was 5’, you looked at the brunette who was sitting next to you in your music class, ‘Watch and learn’, you could see a smug look appearing on his face. 

You and Eren had been in the same music class for over a year now. You both were on top of the class, and now it was time to decide who got the first solo. 

‘Miss Lucy, can I try?’, Eren quickly raised his hand, waving it in the air, ‘Of course Eren’, you could see the teacher kindly smiling at him. You narrowed your eyes, wishing Eren would make some kind of mistake. ‘Watch closely Y/N’, Eren cracked his fingers, smiling at you, ‘This is how it’s done’. You could see the brunette walking towards the piano, the smug smile never left his face. 

In the next following minutes, Eren played the complete solo with not a single mistake. You wanted that part more than anything, and you knew he knew that. He just wanted to outdo you, to be better than you. 

‘Wow, that was amazing Eren!’, Miss Lucy started clapping, smiling at your rival, ‘I can’t believe you’re only 10 when I hear you play. Your rhythm, the feeling you put behind it… It’s amazing!’, ‘That’s because you teach us so well Miss Lucy’, Eren smiled at his teacher before glancing at you, making sure you were hearing the conversation between the two. ‘Tch, kiss-ass’, you whispered under your breath while rolling your eyes. ‘Okay, so that’s it for today’s class, make sure to practice as much as you can! I’ll announce who gets the solo next week, oh, and don’t worry if you don’t get it! There’ll be plenty of chances in the future’, you could see her waving at everyone. 

You quickly grabbed your music sheets and put them in your backpack. 

‘Hm, I wonder who’ll get the solo’, you could see Eren standing in front of you, ‘Leave me alone Eren’, you stood up from your chair, brushing your shoulder against him. ‘What? Aren’t you happy for me?’, Eren’s hand grabbed your shoulder, ‘Don’t touch me!’, you turned around to him, ‘You knew how badly I wanted that solo’. ‘So?’, the brunette folded his arms, ‘I can’t help it that you’re not as good as me!’. 

‘Eren, Y/N, be nice to each other’, you could hear your mother’s voice, ‘Eren, is that true? Did you do that?’, you could see Eren’s mother looking sternly at him. ‘I-I did not!’, ‘Yes you did!’, you balled your hands, hoping your mother would intervene. ‘Don’t worry Y/N, you’ll get it next time’, your mother smiled before kindly placing her hand on the back of your head, ‘But mom! He doesn’t even care about the solo!’, you fiercely protested, but your mother raised her hand, as to say that she didn’t want to hear it. 

You looked over your shoulder at Eren. You could see his mom was angry with him, probably because he was screaming at her, like he always did. 

--- 

Another year passed, and it was once again time for the teacher to pick someone for the solo.

‘Hey’, ‘What?’, you sighed while entering the classroom, ‘Are you going to try and get the solo this year?’, ‘I’m not trying, I will get it this year’, you turned around to Eren, ‘I won’t let you take it from me!’, you narrowed your eyes. ‘Tch’, Eren started to laugh, ‘You can try all you want loser, I’m sure Miss Lucy will be over the moon once she hears me play’. You could feel Eren’s shoulder brushing yours, pushing you. You closed your eyes, trying your best not to throw your backpack against his head. 

‘So, who wants to try?’, Miss Lucy smiled while letting her gaze wander over her students, ‘I do! I do!’, you quickly raised your hand, hoping you got to go first, ‘Okay, go on Y/N, show us what you got’, Miss Lucy opened her arm towards the piano. ‘Yeah’, Eren smirked next to you, ‘Show us what you got loser’, ‘Shut up Eren’, you gritted through your teeth while grabbing your music sheets from your backpack. 

You felt nervous while walking to the piano. Not because you were afraid you were going to mess up but for some reason, you wanted to impress Eren. You wanted him to be jealous of your skills, no, you wanted him to admire you. 

You didn’t understand back then, you didn’t understand it because you were only 11, but now you know why you felt like that. 

‘I’ll show him’, you thought to yourself while sitting down on the piano chair. 

‘Good luck Y/N’, Miss Lucy sat down on her chair behind you. You took a deep breath while closing your eyes for a second, ‘Come on Y/N, you can do this’, you whispered to yourself before gently placing your hands on the keys of the piano. 

You started playing. You could feel every emotion of the song, it felt as if you were breathing it, as if you were the one who wrote it.

‘Amazing!’, you could hear Miss Lucy clapping from behind you, but you didn’t look at her, no, you let your gaze wander towards Eren. You could see him sitting with his eyes wide open, mouth slightly parted. When he noticed you were staring at him, he quickly folded his arms, looking towards the ground with frowned eyebrows. You couldn’t help but smirk, you knew he didn’t expect you to play this good. ‘So, do you want to try too Eren? After all, you two are at the top of the class’, Lucy smiled at him. 

You stood up from the piano chair, walking towards your seat. 

‘Good luck ‘Ren’, you whispered to him with a smug face, ‘Shut up loser’. 

‘Huh?’, you frowned your brows, looking confused at the brunette. For some reason, he made more mistakes than he’d ever done. Didn’t he practice? No, you knew him. You knew he’d been practicing, after all, he wanted nothing more than to outdo you. 

‘Okay everyone, that’s it for today’, Miss Lucy handed everyone new music sheets, ‘Practice this for next time. Oh, and I think it’s clear Y/N will get the solo’, she kindly smiled at you, ‘You’ve done a great job Y/N!’. 

Normally you would’ve jumped with joy, but not this time. You knew Eren had made those mistakes on purpose, you knew if he gave it his all he would’ve got the solo. Eren just had that ‘something’ when he sat behind the piano. It seemed as if he became fused with the instrument, as if he became one with it. Eren had that raw talent, the kind of talent you were just born with. You could practice all you want, but you would never be that talented.

‘Eren’, you quickly ran after him, grabbing his shoulder before he walked out of the door, ‘What loser?’, Eren rolled his eyes. ‘Why did you make those mistakes on purpose?’, you looked at his feet, not wanting him to mistake your words for gratitude. ‘I-i… I did not! W-why would you-‘, ‘Huh?’, you tilted your head. Eren normally never stuttered, and he certainly never blushed when you talked to him. ‘I didn’t make those on purpose!’, Eren smacked your hand from his shoulder, ‘Leave me alone loser’. You could see Eren quickly running towards his mom’s car, leaving you standing there. You never felt so confused in your entire life. 

 --- 

Years passed, and you were now almost 17. Over the years, nothing changed, not really anyway. Eren was still the same cocky boy who teased and made fun of you. The rivalry between you two was as strong as ever; but over the years, you grew to like him. Even though he teased you, even though he made your life difficult at times … You liked him. When he sat down behind the piano and the persona he created fell apart, when he let the music speak, when he became one with that piano… He intrigued you. Sure, Eren was handsome, but that’s not why you developed feelings for him. You fell in love because you knew that underneath his tough and mean exterior, there was more to him. There was this talented, complicated, kind boy. You knew that because (even if it only happened 1 or 2 times) he showed it to you. He showed you that he could be kind and caring.

‘Hey loser’, ‘What Eren’, you sighed while closing your locker, ‘Nothing, I was just wondering if you’d sign up for the Talent Show’. ‘Why would I? I’m sure you’re going to steal the show again, like you always do’, you rolled your eyes. ‘W-wait’, Eren widened his eyes, ‘Aren’t you going to sign up?’, you shook your head in response, looking up into his green eyes. You could see Eren was confused, ‘What’s wrong pretty boy? I thought you would like –‘, ‘It isn’t fun when I don’t get to compete with you’, Eren narrowed his eyes, looking away from you. ‘Well, Amy’s participating, she plays the violin pretty well. There’s your competition’, you gently pushed him away, walking towards your class. ‘W-wait’, you could feel his hand on your wrist. You immediately froze when you felt his fingers resting on your skin, causing goosebumps to appear on your entire arm. ‘You need to participate Y/N, otherwise, it isn’t fun’, you could see the brunette blushing while scratching the back of his neck. You couldn’t help but smile, ‘Fine, but don’t cry when I steal your thunder pretty boy’, you smirked at him before walking towards your class, ‘Don’t worry, you’re only a loser Y/N, always have been, and you always will be one’, Eren smirked from behind you. ‘Fuck you Ren’, you sighed without looking back at him, holding your middle finger up in the air. 

--- 

Another year passed, and you were now studying for your finals. You and Eren both applied for the same college. It’s not like you planned it, but you wanted to major in classical music, and when you heard Eren wanted the same thing, well… You kind of asked him where he wanted to go and based your decision on his. 

‘H-huh?’, you widened your eyes when you could see a note sticking on your locker: 

‘Good luck Y/N, even though I hate you, I don’t want you to fail – Ren’.

‘This can’t be from him’, you carefully took the note from your locker, inspecting every inch of it. ‘What?’, you could hear his voice coming from behind you, ‘It’s mine’, he chuckled while holding his hand behind his back. ‘Really?’, you raised an eyebrow, ‘I’m a loser, failing is what I do’, you shrugged your shoulders. ‘Shut up loser’, Eren was gently massaging the back of his neck, looking at his feet, ‘H-here’, he took his hand from behind his back ‘H-huh? A-are those for me?’, you pointed towards the flowers he was holding. ‘Of course dumbass’, Eren pushed the flowers on your chest, waiting for you to hold them, ‘Even though I hate you, I still want you to go to the same college as me… And not because I like you! Like I said… You’re a loser b-but.. Well, you’re my only competition so… Good look with your finals’, Eren gritted through his teeth. You could see that his cheeks were burning red. To be honest, you didn’t know what to say or what to do, you felt confused. ‘What? Do you want them or not?’, Eren widened his eyes, still pressing the flowers on your chest, ‘O-of course’, you quickly shook yourself out of the trance you were in, grabbing the flowers from the brunette, ‘T-thanks Ren’, you whispered while looking at the ground. ‘Don’t thank me, I’m only doing this for myself. I need you to pass, otherwise, I won’t have a reason to give everything I got’, ‘Yeah yeah, don’t ruin it Ren’, you smiled before walking away from him. You didn’t want him to see the smile on your face, to see how happy he made you. 

--- 

‘I don’t know Armin’, Eren sighed to the blonde whom he shared his dorm with, ‘I’m sure I’ve ruined every chance I got with Y/N’. Eren was laying down on his bed, looking at the ceiling. ‘Don’t say that’, the blonde boy responded, ‘She probably feels the same, I’ve seen the way she looks at you’. ‘No, I’ve always teased her, taking things away from her. I’ve been calling her a loser and dumbass my entire life… She hates me’, Eren placed both of his hand on his face, hating the way he acted towards you, ‘You should see her behind that piano Armin… She’s so fucking beautiful, so smart, so kind… I don’t know why I’ve always treated her like that’. ‘You know her better than anyone, right?’, Armin sat up straight, worried about his depressed roommate, ‘Probably’, Eren turned his head while looking through his fingers at the blonde. ‘Why don’t you write a composition of all of her favorite songs? You can play it for her when you’re done, or you can record it and give it to he-‘, ‘No, are you crazy? I would look like a fool!’, Eren sat up straight, frowning at his roommate. ‘Eren, believe me’, Armin smiled at Eren, ‘Girls really like things like that’, ‘Whatever Armin’, Eren stood up, ‘I’m getting coffee, want anything?’. 

At first, Eren hated Armin’s idea, but the longer he thought about it, the more sense it made. I mean, it would show you how much he cared about you, how much attention he paid to the things you said, or even didn’t say. It would show you how much you meant to him. So for the next month or so, Eren worked on a piece for you, but somehow it felt like he couldn’t play the piano anymore. Nothing was good enough for you. The piece had to be perfect, he didn’t want to miss a single beat, a single note, he needed it to be perfect, like you. 

--- 

‘Hey loser’, you could feel Eren’s hand on your shoulder, ‘Want to hang out after Music History?’, ‘No’, you said coldly, ‘W-why not?’, Eren tilted his head. ‘Because I’m going on a date’, you looked at him with a sparkle in your eyes. 

Eren could feel his heart aching, his stomach turning. 

‘A-a date?’, Eren chuckled, ‘You? I wonder who would want to go out with a loser like you’, ‘Eren really? We’re almost 20 years old… How long are you going to bully me’, you sighed while lowering your eyes, ‘I know we’ve been doing this since we were kids but… You’re the only one who really knows me… Please just… Just leave me alone if you can’t say anything nice’, you turned your back towards him, not waiting for a response. 

You were tired of his bullying, you were tired of being insecure, of loving someone who didn’t love you back. 

‘Hey Y/N!’, Eren could see a boy calling out your name, ‘Ready for our date tonight?’. ‘N-no way’, Eren widened his eyes, balling his fists, ‘What the hell is Jean doing with her? Out of all the boys, she picks that jerk, the one who sleeps with every girl on campus’. ‘Of course, Jean, can’t wait’, Eren could see you smiling at him, wanting nothing more than for you to look at him as you did at Jean. 

---

‘No, I’m not going to play it for her now’, Eren sighed to Armin, ‘She’s happy with fucking Jean’, ‘Maybe if you-‘, ‘No Armin, shit’, Eren grunted out, ‘I’m never going to play it for her, it’s obvious she doesn’t like me. She told me to keep away from her if I…’, Eren paused, he could hear his voice breaking. ‘I’m going for a walk’, Eren sighed while walking out of the room he and Armin shared. ‘Eren wait –‘, but Eren already slammed the door behind him. 

--- 

A couple of months passed, and you and Jean were dating. Honestly, it felt like it was going great. You were happy with Jean. 

‘Y/N, have you heard?’, you could hear Sasha running towards you, ‘What?’, you smiled at your friend. ‘Well…’, she was nervously scratching her shoulder, ‘J-jean… H-he.. Here, look’, Sasha held out her phone, ‘I thought you should know...’. 

It felt as if your heart was shattered into a million pieces. Sasha was showing you a video of your boyfriend, he was kissing some girl at a party, and his hands were moving across her body, feeling every inch of it. 

‘Y/N?’, Sasha whispered to you, noticing the tears in your eyes, ‘I-I’m so sorry… I just… I didn’t want you to hear it from anyone else.. You know, since I’m your best friend. I thought-‘, ‘No it’s fine Sasha’, you forced a smile on your face, ‘I have class, I’ll see you tonight, okay?’, you blurted out, trying to hold back your tears. ‘Y/N, wait!’, you could hear her calling out for you, but you didn’t turn around, you wanted to be left alone. 

You almost ran towards your room, hoping your roommate wouldn’t be there. You really needed to be alone right now. 

‘Y/N?’, you could hear Eren’s voice while opening your door, ‘What’s wrong? I can see you’re going to cry’. ‘N-nothing’s wrong’, you tried to keep your hands steady, wanting nothing more than to open the door of your room, but for some reason, you couldn’t find the right key. ‘Shit’, you grunted when you dropped the keys, quickly picking them up. ‘Here’, you could hear Eren’s soft voice, 

You noticed he wanted to pick up the keys at the same time as you did, causing you to bump your head against his.  

 ‘S-shit I’m sorry’, you grunted out while placing your hand against your forehead, ‘N-no I’m sorry’, Eren quickly helped you up, ‘Y/N what’s wrong? I can see something’s wrong’, his green eyes were looking worried into yours. ‘I-it’s nothing, I just saw a video of Jean kissing another girl’, you pressed your lips together, trying to ignore the singing sensation in your eyes. 

‘Stay calm Eren, don’t say or do anything stupid, even though you want nothing more than to punch Jean. Try to stay calm’, Eren thought to himself, trying to ignore the adrenaline that was pumping through his veins. 

‘Jean’s a low-life Y/N, don’t worry about a guy like him’, Eren replied coldly. ‘Really Eren?’, you sighed with tears in your eyes, ‘That’s all you got to say?’, ‘What do you want me to say Y/N? You’re the one who dated someone like him! You’re the one who decided to date the guy who’s fucked every girl on campus’. 

You widened your eyes, trying to grasp what Eren just said. 

‘So it’s my fault? That’s what you’re saying, right?’, ‘Well, it’s not my fault’, Eren replied, his voice was shaking. ‘I can’t believe I expected you to be nice for once’, you chuckled while shaking your head towards the ground, ‘You know what Eren? Fuck you, I don’t want to see you again. You’re nothing to me’, you could feel your hands shaking. ‘Y/N-‘, Eren widened his eyes, hating himself for not having any control over his emotions. ‘No, I’m serious Eren, stay away from me. You’ve never said anything nice to me, not once. I’ve known you for almost 10 years!’, you pushed him before quickly opening the door to your dorm, ‘Next time you see me, don’t bother to say anything to me. I don’t want to hear your ‘Hey Loser’ or I swear to God’, you looked at your shaking hands, closing your eyes before entering your dorm, hoping he got the message. 

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You couldn’t sleep that night, so you decided to go to the music room. You knew it would be empty now, and you could really use some distraction. After all, playing the piano was always a coping mechanism for you. You could let out all of your emotions, all of your anger, sadness, frustration… 

‘W-wait’, you smiled when you heard someone playing Nuvole Bianche from Ludovico Einaudi, your favorite musician, ‘W-who’s playing the piano right now? It’s 4 in the morning’, you frowned while walking towards the classroom. 

‘W-what? That’s Moonlight Sonata from Beethoven’, you stopped walking, wondering which song would play after the next transition. 

Whoever was playing didn’t just play the original versions of the songs, no, they made it their own. You couldn’t help but notice it would be how Eren would play them. They were edgier, less ‘fragile’. Eren always did that to songs. 

‘No way’, you smiled when you heard your favorite song after the Moonlight Sonate, ‘T-that’s Gymnopédie No.1’, you started running towards the room. You needed to know who was playing. 

‘N-no’, you whispered to yourself when you could see the familiar face behind the piano. You were right, it was Eren. But why was he playing all of your favorite songs? It’s not like he knew that they were your favorite, right? You never told him anything like that… You decided to wait for him to stop playing, you wanted to hear more. Your heart was racing at the sight of him. He looked so perfect, so sweet, so kind… The way he touched the keys of the piano during Gymnopédie… As if he was grazing the keys, as if he was caressing them. It hypnotized you. 

‘Shit’, you whispered when you dropped your phone to the ground.  You quickly stood up from one of the chairs, embarrassed when you could see him looking at you. He must think you were some kind of stalker, fearing he was even going to bully you even more. ‘Y-Y/N?’, Eren quickly stood up from the piano, ‘P-please don’t stop’, you whispered, 'I-it was beautiful'. 'W-why are you here?', his voice sounded different from usual, maybe because he was tired. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt, but y-you were playing my favorite songs’, you looked at the ground, ‘I’m sorry Ren, goodnight’, you walked towards the door. ‘I knew they were your favorites’, Eren’s voice was now shaking, ‘T-that’s why I played them’. ‘H-huh?’, you looked over your shoulder at him, you could see his eyes were hanging low, letting them wander across the keys. ‘I knew they were your favorites because… because I know you’, Eren walked towards you while scratching the back of his head. ‘I know you know me’, you whispered while turning back around, ‘But I never told you they were my favorites’. ‘N-no but… You always carried a copy of them with you… and I noticed you were always practicing them, trying to make them your own’, Eren softly grabbed your wrist, ‘I know that you struggle with the sharp notes in Gymnopédie, just like I know you struggle with the flats in the songs of Debussy’. ‘W-wait’, you turned around at him, trying to keep your voice steady, ‘H-how do you know?’. ‘I watch you play… At night, when you can’t sleep’, you could see he felt embarrassed. 

Unable to speak, you just looked at him, wondering why he would do something like that. 

‘I know it sounds wrong, but I can’t keep my eyes off you Y/N… I like you, I’ve always liked you. The only reason I called you names and teased you was because I like you and I…’, you could see him doubting for a second, ‘I love you Y/N, ever since we were kids. I don’t know why I acted the way I did, probably because I wanted to keep you close without you noticing that I liked you, but-‘. 

You didn’t let him finish. He told you all you needed to know. Eren cared about you, just like you cared about him. You swung your arms around him, pressing your lips against his. 

‘I told you… You’re the loser’, you whispered in between kisses, ‘W-what?’, Eren looked confused at you. ‘You confessed first’, you smirked at him, ‘So you’re the loser’. ‘I can’t believe you’re making a competition out of this’, Eren chuckled while pulling you closer again, ‘Fine, you win. I don’t mind if that means you’re mine’. 

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[hongism]

Omgomgomgomgomg okay oKAY I just finished the most recent chapter of moc and BESTIE. I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY OMGGGG aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA

First of all fuck hyunwoo. I knew that mf was too good to be true. 😐🖕🏻Maybe it’s a gut feeling but considering that moc is anything but sunshine and rainbows, I had a feeling it wouldn’t turn out well. Or maybe it was the way hyunwoo was going like “we don’t have to bring back the bad memories, we can just bring back the good memories” that sent off the red flags for me. The fact that he was still insistent on bringing back the memories when Y/n bluntly admitted that she doesn’t want them back just didn’t sit right for me. Also when he pretty much called y/n a monster brought me flashbacks at when Yunho made that harsh dig at y/n so that also brought the emotional turmoil to another degree.

BUT SPEAKING OF SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, SANNNNNN 😭🥺💖💕💖💕 just him being the pure fluff in between all the messy shit that y/n is going through is so well needed. he’s so thoughtful, caring and so full of love for his crew and ESPECIALLY Y/N. AND HIS NICKNAMES FOR Y/N GOT MY HEART SOARING THROUGH THE FUCKING SKYYYY. I especially love the communication he’s immediately putting into their open (possibly poly 👁👁) relationship. It’s so clear on how much he loves y/n and how much he wants it to work with no boundaries or miscommunication between them and it’s so endearing to read about. I love that he’s just letting y/n take things at their own pace is just so sweet and PLZ CALY WE NEED MORE FLUFFY MOMENTS LIKE THIS 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Also YEOSANG AND WOOYOUNG....can’t say I saw y/n and yep having sex is what I expected at all but it’s certainly not an unwelcome one. I just finished watching bridgerton s2 so maybe I’m more into this unexpected ship bc of that. Everyone loves a good enemies to lovers plotline after all...👁👁 and Wooyoung...he’s so happy to be back with his childhood bestie and I love seeing this two bond even more. Looking back on when y/n meets woo for the first time in chapter 2 makes me CRYYYYY. I hope these three idiots can somehow reconcile but sometimes tells me it won’t be that easy. Wonder why, really. 😒

Also POOR Y/N. She’s been through too much emotional turnmoil and it breaks my heart to see how much her life has been taken away from her and the people who she one called family are telling nothing but lies and half truths. It’s heartbreaking. It makes me happy that she senses that comfort in the horizon but I hope the boys can feel that way abut her too 😞

ANYWAYS that’s all I can think to type rn but just know I’ll always be ✨lurking✨ for updates and new project. Love you and stay healthy mwah 😘💖💕💖💕💖💕

BESTIEEEE im so sorry this is coming so incredibly late 😩

First of all fuck hyunwoo. I knew that mf was too good to be true. 😐🖕🏻Maybe it’s a gut feeling but considering that moc is anything but sunshine and rainbows, I had a feeling it wouldn’t turn out well. Or maybe it was the way hyunwoo was going like “we don’t have to bring back the bad memories, we can just bring back the good memories” that sent off the red flags for me. The fact that he was still insistent on bringing back the memories when Y/n bluntly admitted that she doesn’t want them back just didn’t sit right for me. Also when he pretty much called y/n a monster brought me flashbacks at when Yunho made that harsh dig at y/n so that also brought the emotional turmoil to another degree.

i think you speak for everyone in saying that, one of these days i'll not pull a fast one on you guys but this time it just had to happen 😤 im glad u got the signs tho hehe ur too smart for me!!! and you got the connection back to yunho too bestie beloved you're gonna have to come in and take my job from me at this rate!!!!

BUT SPEAKING OF SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, SANNNNNN 😭🥺💖💕💖💕 just him being the pure fluff in between all the messy shit that y/n is going through is so well needed. he’s so thoughtful, caring and so full of love for his crew and ESPECIALLY Y/N. AND HIS NICKNAMES FOR Y/N GOT MY HEART SOARING THROUGH THE FUCKING SKYYYY. I especially love the communication he’s immediately putting into their open (possibly poly 👁👁) relationship. It’s so clear on how much he loves y/n and how much he wants it to work with no boundaries or miscommunication between them and it’s so endearing to read about. I love that he’s just letting y/n take things at their own pace is just so sweet and PLZ CALY WE NEED MORE FLUFFY MOMENTS LIKE THIS 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

SEEEEEE I DID GIVE YOU SOME SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS I GAVE GOOD SAN CONTENT!!!! san is so precious and important beyond belief yesyes my heart melts thru the floor every time i write scenes with him ughhhh <333 adoration beyond BELIEF!!! san best boy honestly king of communication!!! it's so new to me to write such a healthy relationship!??!?! who have i BECOME! i have so many plans tho ahhh i promise more cute moments for them soon too!!!

Also YEOSANG AND WOOYOUNG....can’t say I saw y/n and yep having sex is what I expected at all but it’s certainly not an unwelcome one. I just finished watching bridgerton s2 so maybe I’m more into this unexpected ship bc of that. Everyone loves a good enemies to lovers plotline after all...👁👁 and Wooyoung...he’s so happy to be back with his childhood bestie and I love seeing this two bond even more. Looking back on when y/n meets woo for the first time in chapter 2 makes me CRYYYYY. I hope these three idiots can somehow reconcile but sometimes tells me it won’t be that easy. Wonder why, really. 😒

YEOSANG AND WOOYOUNG JUST... they can and WILL figure it out as they NEED TO!! i know the big surprise was massively unexpected but you know me i live for the drama!!!! enemies to lovers just hits that good.... 👁️👁️ wooyo getting his moment with his past bestie too was so lovely and fun to write 😭😭😭 these three definitely have a lot to work out between them and a lot to deal with but that's why i promised drama in act six isn't it 😎

Also POOR Y/N. She’s been through too much emotional turnmoil and it breaks my heart to see how much her life has been taken away from her and the people who she one called family are telling nothing but lies and half truths. It’s heartbreaking. It makes me happy that she senses that comfort in the horizon but I hope the boys can feel that way abut her too 😞

GAGDFLKJGLKEA y/n really been through it... but you know we have to break people sometimes for them to be built back up and that's a huge HUGE moment for her too 😤

ANYWAYS that’s all I can think to type rn but just know I’ll always be ✨lurking✨ for updates and new project. Love you and stay healthy mwah 😘💖💕💖💕💖💕

im glad you enjoyed hehe i hope you stay healthy too mwahmwah I LOVE YOU!!!! 💗💞💗💞💝💘💕💓💞

#mists of celeste #moc: spoilers #artistichoarder

[ghoulfr13nd]

(about your ocs) OH HELL YES! your playlists are great and absolutely convey the right vibes if my guesses are any indication! :D i actually have questions about them though! when u make playlists for ur ocs do you put songs in a specific order? like for example, trying to tell a story with songs or dependent on genres or something else? and are those songs purely songs describing their chracters and their vibes or do these playlists also show music taste of these ocs? 👀

and i meant bipolar! i mainly said that because i myself have bpd and i just- yeah i felt these playlists fdgjsdf

you know, i actually didn't consider them being supernatural (pun not intended fsdjk)! for some reason i imagined them in like- crime thriller setting xd but i love that, angel and demon aesthetic is my jam! especially when it turns out it's not just simple "good guys (angels) vs bad guys (demons)" and things are actually more complicated! love the idea of an angel designated to kill in god's name but grappling with her morals it's chef's kiss also I KNEW THEY WERE GAY FOR EACH OTHER YESSSS I LOVE when someone gets ordered to kill the other but it turns into a complicated gay mess! :D it's like- one of my favorite tropes! hell yes! and then you add a troubled kid for them to take care of and that's an instant win for me! is Linsey also supernatural or nah? i love premise of this story!

also omg this art is beautiful! ves looks so cool her style is so in my type fgsdj (also i love the 3rd character they look so cute 🥺) and I would be interested in seeing more of their art! :O (but only if it'd be not too much trouble i wouldn't want to make you dig too much!)

are you kidding i love them all! i think especially Mac because she just seems like the type of character that i naturally gravitate towards lately fgsdjkf (and ah yes, "problematic characters", or as i like to call them: characters that aren't bland and have some actual flavor fsdgafj though i get the fear of showing them, people can get wild with the discorse and accusations 😭)

and aaaaa it's really ok! im doing well thank you! :D hope u doing good too! it was so much fun! ✨

music anon 🎶

LOVE LOVE LOVE THESE QUESTIONS, ANON I WAS SO GIDDY READING THIS ASK THE FIRST TIME THAT I LITERALLY NOT EVEN JOKING, CLAPPED MY HANDS TOGETHER AND SWUNG MY LEGS AROUND. I’ve been SO excited to answer you!

First off, let me say I am so flattered by your interest in my guys???? Like, these are my little dolls that I fling around in my skull sometimes, but barely make it out into the world. It makes me so happy to share them!

ANYWAY. down to business.

when u make playlists for ur ocs do you put songs in a specific order?

I DO NOT, these bad boys are made to be thrown on shuffle! especially Mac’s, because it’s important to me that you don’t know when the somber piano music is gonna hit!

are those songs purely songs describing their chracters and their vibes or do these playlists also show music taste of these ocs?

THEY ARE BOTH!! Mac likes club music, but her sense of time is sort of skewed, so she listens to a blend of pop from several eras. I do think she really likes Billie, she vibes with the edginess of that one album. She’s polished, though, and keeps her doubts buried underneath pretty clothes and lip gloss and several layers of self-importance. The somber songs represent moments where her true feelings rear their heads — they’re abrupt and painful and stop her in her tracks.

Ves, on the otherhand, is possessed by her doubts. Her songs are more of a reflection of this internal struggle to figure out what she wants, how she feels, who she is. My initial concept for her includes more of a club-vibe for what she listens to, too, but I really think she enjoys rock. However isn’t the type to sit around feeling sorry for herself. She prefers to suppress that, by finding trouble to get into. So songs like Two Beers In and the songs by girl in red are there to describe her.

Linsey is mostlyyyy narrative-driven stuff. I don’t know she cares much for music. But she’s got a thick accent and has spent more time with her granny than she has her parents, so her songs are more focused on that aspect of her, as well as her struggles as she learns how to be a kid. Linsey isn’t supernatural, but you’ve got me rethinking that a bit. I might change that.

Finn is the one without a playlist. He’s just trying to keep it together. His dad was a fisherman and he followed the family business, and pretty much only owns clothes that are good for being outdoors. Finn is also human, and his humanity is important to me, so he’ll probably stay that way. I don’t have much lore for him other than that though. 😔

Thank you for listening!! I don’t share them very often so it means a lot to me. I’ve dug up some old art (drawing isn’t my strong suit so please take them with a grain of salt). I’ll attach it in a reblog.

But what about you?? What are your OCs like? I would love to hear about yours!!

#AGAIN SORRY FOR THE VERY LONG REPLY #IVE BEEN VERY EXCITED #I DIDNT RESPOND TO EVERYTHING DIRECTLY HERE BUT KNOW I READ THE WHOLE THING AND FELT VERY GIDDY ABOUT IT #music anon 🎶

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Patchy my darling love, hello 🫶🏾.

I have come to kith your forehead and also ask for a ring as per your ask game 🥺👉🏾👈🏾

I don’t think I necessarily have a favorite gem or crystal, but amethyst is my birthstone and I always imagine myself wearing rose quartz plugs if that helps :3. I trust whatever piece you chose for me will embody me and be so so beautiful 🥰💋💋💋💋💋.

Also also, if I may…

Here is a ring for you in return my dear 💛💛💛

The yellow stone here is citrine, which has a light and joyful energy (just like u fr. <3). It’s supposed to protect you from negative energy and bring you good luck! It’s also supposed to inspire creativity, self expression, and increase personal power n success uwu. I feel like the surrounding diamonds are shaped in such a pretty way, almost whimsy ✨. Much like my favorite potion peddler 🧪 and patchwork princess 🔮. My precious Golden Thimble 👑. The teardrop is more rounded and soft than sharp which I feel can mirror the way you are and how you make others feel :3.

You are such a lovely bean to be around and you are always shining your light on others. So I thought a ring that reflects that same light back to you was something you deserved 😘🫂⭐️.

Cuddling u forever!!

Well, what a fortunate turn of fates! My birthstone is also amethyst, so suppose it's only right to give forth to you a ring made of such, especially as it matches your beauty so well!

Besides, purple goes so well with yellow, don't you think?

I do hope this ring lives up to your standards, especially as it far more simple than the beautiful one you gave me! But it's design looks like one made for a princess, which is how I view you 💛💛

to showcase my love, I am giving out engagement rings

#🔮.the peddler answers #🔮.fellow witch twyla #🔮.the peddler plays #🔮.ask game

[irethepotato]

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#5

Attention sagau writers I present you an idea

Faceless ayato in sagau 👀

Corruption arc UwU

That is all ajdjjsjd

74 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

#4

ATTENTION SCARANATION

WE GOT SCARA SPLASH ART PEOPLE

AJSJAJSHSJJFJW

HE LOOKS GORGEOUS 😍😍😍

80 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#3

Hii Ire ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

Since you have opened request may I ask for headcanons or a scenario (whichever you prefer!!) of Zhongli with an gn!s/o who likes hugging him from behind?? If you don't want to it's all right, sending lots of love <333333

Hihi vivi! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

AAAAA that's such a cute request. Ask and you shall receive ✨

Zhongli with gn!s/o who likes to hug him from behind

Pairings: Zhongli x gn!reader

Warnings: none but pure fluff, writer was listening to la vie en rose while writing this

Reblogs and likes are much appreciated!

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Did not expect you to give him a back hug

Especially with someone of his height

But nonetheless absolutely adores it whenever you do 🥰

If you're short, he always gives you a small kiss on the forehead whenever you came up behind him

If you're tall, you have to lay your chin on his shoulder so he could give you a kiss on the cheek

He ignores Childe's and Hu Tao's teasing whenever you do this, much rather focus on you than them

There's this feeling of domesticity that he loves whenever you hug him that he just can't explain

If the both of you are in public, he'll unconsciously leaned back a bit for your warmth, giving a small kiss on the forehead before fully turning to face you

In private, he couldn't help but gently grabbed your arm around him, giving you a little twirl so the both of you face each other and give you a small kiss on the lips

If the mood strikes, maybe he'll sway with you a bit, a small dance with his beloved in the comfort of their home.

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Writer's notes: zhongli is making me soft rn 🥺

Requests are still open

82 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#2

heyhey ire! i see ur requests are open ^-^ could i maybe request scaramouche having to look after a reader who got lightly injured? (like just a small scrape/bruise/etc) hope u have a great day/night <33

I just realized we're actually moots ajdjdjahdjs yay! Moot moots!

Hope you like this! 💕 💕 💕

Pairing: Scaramouche x gn!reader

Scenario: Scaramouche treating reader's who's lightly injured (scrape knee)

Warnings: very minor injury (scrape knee), scara mild swearing (let him say fuck mhy), scara's original name and writer's rusty writings and little knowledge on how to treat a scraped knee have mercy on me pls 🥺

Reblogs and likes are much appreciated!

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The terrains in Sumeru are absolutely gorgeous. Trees stretching out to the heavens with leaves so big, it becomes a natural canopy from the sun and rain, beautiful and colourful plants that flourish in the humid environment, brightly colourful birds flying about. On the surface, the forests of Sumeru are beautiful.

However, for the inexperienced, it may be quite a challenge to traverse in.

"Ouch!"

You couldn't helped but winced as your lover treated your scraped knee, a result of walking into a thorny bush after getting too distracted admiring the forest and not looking where you're walking.

"Seriously what are your eyes for? Look where you're going, dumbass. You're lucky I stopped you before you fell into that stupid bush."

Despite his seemingly harsh words, his hands were gentle while he treated your knee, as if he was afraid of hurting you even more.

Hell, he mutter a small sorry everytime you flinch before going back to his tirade.

Your heart can't help but flutter at his actions.

"There-", he said after bandaging your knee. "Try to not walk into anymore bushes, y/n."

"Hey! You forgot one more thing?"

"What?"

You almost couldn't suppress your smile. "Kiss it better"

If it were anyone else, he would've shock them where they stood for the demanding tone, let alone kissing one's knee. However, you are his lover, therefore, you have special Scaramouche privileges.

And that includes kisses

He rolled his eyes and gave out a small fake annoyance huff before giving your knee a small peck.

"I meant here, Kuni," you grinned teasingly at him as you pointed at your cheek. "I never said you have to kiss my knee."

"Why you-" he wasn't blushing but his red ears always gave him away. Which you have taken advantage of multiple occasions but that's a story for another time-

You relented your teasing before giving him a kiss on the lips. "Thanks for treating me. Here's your reward."

Before he could say anything, you left the room, leaving an internally flustered harbinger behind.

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Writer's notes: it really been wayyyyy to long since I sat down and wrote something. I forgot how much fun I always had whenever I write something (or maybe it's because I'm biased for scara sjjajksjdj)

Also also how the hell do I tag scara fics from now on? Scaramouche? Kunikuzushi?? Wanderer????

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104 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Scaramouche brain rot

SPOILERS FOR SUMERU ARCHON QUEST

Just imagine reader waiting for scara to wake up from his coma but also needed to do some work in exchange for his treatment (courtesy of an eager nahida and reluctant traveller)

But reader, knowing his past trauma of abandonment, always writes and leave a lil note on his bedside

Dear Kuni,

Today's is (insert present date) and I'm out on an errand. If you're reading this it means you're up (I can feel you already rolling your eyes at my amazing deduction)

I'll be back later for you

Forever yours, y/n

Reader giving scara physical affirmation that they will never abandoned him even at his most vulnerable 🥺

When he does wake up, he'll keep the letter somewhere safe as proof of your love 💕💕💕

I'll write this later sjjfja maybe idk asjdjj

173 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

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[thedeadthree]

KENDALL LAWTON; a study told through his social media

featuring raylene who is @griffin-wood’s oc! a little edit for an au that i adore so much! ty for letting me borrow her! 🖤

x . x . x . playlist . raylene’s version

#c. kendall lawton #leg.ocs #c. raylene gray #friends ocs #i am back from my brief hiatus! and i bring gifts! #THANK U ALYA as always ur the sweetest soul and im so honored to know u and be friends! i hope u like it! #i stole a lot of the numbers from tom hollands instagram bc my brain was empty at thinking of numbers isnajxks #HES A FAMOUS ACTOR so like he’s got numbers sjsnkxks ✨ #gahhh the way i love THEM and i love how pretty this turned out 🖤 #makes a ship with a friend for the funsies… gets attached ✨🥺 THE BABIES I LOVE THEM SM #leg.edit #also the text says ‘ur a cutie pie’ ‘but i do not want to be a pie’ if it’s not readable skznjsnz ITS GREAT i love it for kenny! it fits! #prob something bernie texted to him and he responds with that. #ALSO! bernie is kenny’s assistant! and taylor is his best friend! and dominic is his older brother! #c. dominic lawton #c. taylor takeda #c. lola bernadette #bc theyre featured in this ✨😌🤍 #the ‘ewwww kissing’ and taylors contact name are my personal favs here :) #kendall texts like a golden retriever confirmed BC HE IS THE EQUIVALENT OF ONE ✨🥺

[willowfolksong]

Hi! I have a request but its totally fine if you dont have the time to do it :]] im going to be requesting a Sakusa Kiyoomi x f!reader wherein Sakusa and reader have this complicated no label thing going on. Reader really likes them but Sakusa's still very much in love with his ex. Reader's aware of this but still wants to be with him 🥲🥲🥲(like maybe he's avoiding doinh certain things because it reminds him of his ex or he mistakens reader for his ex and what his ex likes) After some time, maybe reader gets tired of this but its only when Sakusa realizes that he's in love with reader and wants them to stay :((( Fluffy ending pls 🥺🥲 + I love all of ur works and how u turn requests into amazing stories

you never called it what it was

- Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

- SFW; slightly suggestive

a/n: hiiiii anon!!!! I loved this request. I don't know why I love writing Sakusa angst so much, honestly 🤣 our poor boy. I will have to apologize tho, I PROMISE YOU'LL HAVE A HAPPY ENDING FOR THIS ONE 🥺 It's just that for the sake of the story, I wanted to dedicate a whole chapter to reconciliation, and so I decided to make this into two parts. I really really really hope you dont mind 🥺✨ and I hope you enjoy this. Always let me know! AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR BEAUTIFUL WORDS THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME ❤

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

Part I - Part II

You wake up on Kiyoomi's bed after a long night of sex, and you can't remember where your bra is, but the imprints on your hips are enough reminder of what truly happened during the night.

And you really don't need your bra anyway.

"I hope you understand that this doesn't means anything" he tells you, when you're about to leave his flat. He called you a taxi, made you breakfast, and even engaged in small talk with you, while you munched on your toasts and drunk your coffee. But that's as far as his niceness goes, and you're actually thankful for the warning.

"I get that" you say with a smile, and stand on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. "It was fun, that's all"

Kiyoomi nods, and watches as you climb into the car and disappear down the road, before going back to his apartment.

Jokes on you, because you didn't get shit.

You always had a penchant for running late.  You were never on time for school, or dates, or anything before, really. In a more poetical way, you feel that that also applies for your relationship with Kiyoomi Sakusa. You had a crush on him for your three high school years, and only got the courage to confess when he got himself a girlfriend, starting college.

Late, always late.

You knew about the breakup, from a mutual friend. Nasty thing, with nasty accusations and petty fights that left Kiyoomi broken and lonely. More than before. Meeting him in the club was a coincidence, at least you could say that in your favor. Calling him a couple of days later to hang out, wasn't.

"This is your phone number, right?" he asks you one night, after another round of sex. You're sitting against the headboard, scrolling through Pinterest, when he sudenly shows you the screen of his phone. You're face to face with all the times you've called him.

"Ahm... yeah? You don't have me on your phone?"

"I'm going to put you on my contact list now" he explains, as if it's only normal that he does it now, after you've been having sex for a few weeks.

You watch him type your name above your number. Nothing more, nothing less. And then you get to see his favorite contacts, right before he can turn off the screen. A pet name that can only belong to his ex is at the top.

You try not to think too much about it.

But you do anyway.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" you friend asks you, worry evident on her face "A halfassed relationship with a man that still loves someone else?"

"I don't want anything" you roll your eyes, and take another sip of your coffee. Weekly reunions to catch up with your best friend are great, until she starts to actually try to give you advice. You're bad with advice "Didn't you heard me? We're keeping it casual"

"Casual" your friend repeats, unimpressed.

You nod "Yeah. Having fun. No strings attached"

"No strings attached with your high school crush? I don't know, it sounds like you've been attached from way before he even knew your name"

"That was before" you whine "I'm a grown up now. I know what I'm doing"

"I'm just warning you" you friend shrugs "Komori told me that they had a nasty breakup, and that Sakusa's still not over her. Just... watch out"

"I will, seriously. Don't worry"

You don't.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to" you say, just because Kiyoomi looks as if he's been struck by lighting. You swallow around nothing and take another bite of your food, chewing thoughtfully and trying to make the tension go away "I was just curious, that's all"

"We had a... bad breakup" Kiyoomi finally answers, still looking down at his food.

It's the first time you two are having the most similar thing to a date, and you chose to ask him about his ex.

Of course.

"Yeah, I've heard. I'm sorry"

"It's in the past"

"Is it?"

When he looks up at you, his eyes seem like they're glowing. "Why are you asking so many questions?"

"It's nothing"

It's everything.

You remember why you used to like him so much one fateful winter day, when he falls asleep in your lap. You're both watching some silly Christmas movie that neither of you particularly likes, and he's so tired from practice that he closes his eyes for a moment, and then he's out like a light.

It's the softness in his expression, the way his eyelids flutter close, with his long lashes almost touching his cheeks. The curly hair, falling messily on his forehead. The soft Sakusa Kiyoomi, that you saw sitting down alone on a bench, the first day of school, waiting patiently for the gym to open. You took a liking to his most vulnerable side, and then the rest came easily.

You've been seeing each other for a while now, and you know you're not his girlfriend. You don't even have to ask. You go on dates, have sex, hang out on his appartment— but he still has his ex under that silly nickname on his phone, and there's a picture of her on the counter. A selfie she took, with Kiyoomi smiling softly on the background.

He calls her name softly, after you stand up and lay his head on the couch, just to get a much closer look of the photo you've never actually cared for before.

"It's just me" you say out loud,  because deep down you want him to feel ashamed for calling you another's woman name.

If he regrets it, he doesn't shows it. He looks at you with sleepy eyes and becomes you to join him on the couch again. You purposely place the frame upside down.

"Oh, you're not coming" you say to Kiyoomi, while fixing your hair and checking to see if your makeup it's still in place. His apartment is closer to the party your friend's are throwing, and so you decided to change and get ready there.

It's been six months of this. You think it's fine.

Kiyoomi looks up with a start, and frowns when you turn around to ask him what's wrong.

"I thought you would want me to come with you"

"I know you don't like parties. So no"

He still looks incredibly surprised, and folds his arms over his chest when you sit beside him to put your shoes on "Are you sure?"

"Do you want to come?"

He doesn't hesitates "No"

"Then that's it. I wouldn't want to force you to do something you don't like"

You finish up with your heels to find him staring at you odly. There's something swimming in the dark of his eyes, that makes you simultaneously want to kiss him and step away from him. You do neither, staying frozen in place under his gaze.

"I'm not very... used to that" he finally whispers.

You purse your lips and stand up with a huff.

Of course he's not.

"I'm not your ex, Kiyoomi"

"I know that" he says, and you don't find any bite in his voice. It's still soft, and almost unsure, and you can't resist looking back. He's watching his hands intently. "I know that"

You really wish he did

"She called me" he tells you during dinner. You're both at your appartment, because apparently that's something you do now.

You know who 'she' is without having to ask.

"Oh?"

"Said she's in town, and wants to stop by to get some things she left behind at my place"

"I see"

"So I don't think we can see each other this Saturday"

You drink your wine in one go. Kiyoomi watches you nod out of the corner of his eye, before you go back to the meal you prepared specifically for him. He thought you didn't knew how to cook. He was wrong, of course. She was the one that didn't knew how to.

Just a simple confusion, really.

"It's alright" you lie.

"I think I'm in love with him" you say to your friend on the phone, and then pause, waiting for her to talk. When she doesn't, you press on, fed up with yourself, with her, with Kiyoomi and with the world "Aren't you going to say I told you so?"

"I know" it's what she says "I'm sorry"

You nod, even tho she can't see you, and cry yourself to sleep.

You call him on Friday, to tell him that you want to show him a special place. He's slightly reluctant, but agrees to go with you anyway. It's been getting easier, to go out and go to different places together. You think about that during the ride, while Kiyoomi silently looks out the window. It's been a year since you started whatever you have. From only hanging out in his appartament to slowly starting going places, you've come a long way. If only...

"Why are we here?" Kiyoomi asks, closing the car door behind him.

You breathe in, smile, and take off your shoes. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"I used to come here a lot. When we lived nearby"

"You used to live around here?"

You nod, and make your way to the ocean. You're not sure if Kiyoomi will follow, but you flop down on the sand either way, bringing your knees to your chest. The sun is slowly setting down, and while the sky turns every shade of red, you can only think about how you really, really wish this could have worked.

You're a bit surprised when he comes to stand beside you— still wearing his shoes, of course.

"When I was feeling down, or too stressed out, my mom drove me here to watch the sunset. She wanted me to know that as sure as the sun would always come out the next day, things would also get better" you can't see what expresion Kiyomi is making, since half of his face is covered by a mask, but at least his eyes are trained on you. "Since we won't be seeing each other tomorrow" you add, trying hard not to sound too bitter about it "And you'll be leaving early on Sunday morning to your game, I wanted to bring you here today. I know your Sunday match against the Addlers is an important one and... well, I know you're stressed" you glance at him out of the corner of your eye, half expecting for him to scoff and tell you he's fine. He doesn't. He's still looking at you with that same intensity that makes you look back at the sea, embarrased "And I thought maybe here, you could find a bit of peace. As I used to, when I was younger" you laugh, gently rubbing your arms against the chilly air "Of course, I was only a dumb kid back when my mother used to bring me here, and you have real adult life problems. But still. This is like my place and... yeah"

You feel his jacket over your shoulders before you have a chance to look up and find him leaning over you. He's not wearing his mask anymore.

"I don't think I have a place" he tells you softly.

You wish he just sat down beside you, but you know that's just too much to ask. "No?"

"I just never thought about it"

"I get that, yeah"

When the last ray of sun dies in the horizon, you stand up and dust your pants. Kiyoomi grabs your hand as you're walking back to the car.

"We'll see each other after the game"

You don't check your phone until late at night that Saturday. He had sent you a text around 5 p.m, asking how was your day.

You don't answer.

You recognize the scarf on the back of the couch. His ex was wearing it in that picture you turned upside down one day, when you still didn't knew how strong your feelings were. Your first thought it's that it makes sense she still has the same one, since it's so hard to buy winter clothes.

It's called intrusive thoughts. You fixate on small, insignificant details when you're nervous, to avoid thinking about the bigger picture.

The bigger picture being that the ex of your non-boyfriend/not just a friend Sakusa Kiyoomi is still there, and that she probably went to his game, after spending the weekend together.

It's what arriving unannounced gets you.

It's what entering a mockup of a relationship with a man that it's clearly not over his ex gets you.

Your mom used to tell you that contrary to popular belief, we take the biggest decisions in our life without much thinking, without much planning. Epiphanies just happen.

You turn around, leave the door open behind you, and calmly walk down the stairs.

You even put some music on your way home, rolling down the windows to feel the fresh air of night.

When you get to your place, you have one missed call from him.

You turn off the radio, stare at the screen for twenty seconds that feel like a last time, and text back.

You block his number, and then burst into tears.

#sakusa kiyoomi x female reader #kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa angst #sakusa fluff #msby sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #hq sakusa #sakusa smau #hq smau #haikyuu!! #hq fluff #hq angst #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x you

[nanamisflowerfield]

Can I request the Octavinelle Trio (separate) trying to find their soulmate who ends up finding that it’s their crush and they’re fanboying about it? 😂Congratulations on 200 follows by the way! I hope this request is fine 🥺✨💖🙏

Thank you sooo much!!❤️ And yes, the request is super fine! Finally twst soulmate request! Always waited for one! Thank you!! I hope that you like it and have a great day!~

🐙 Since Azul was a small chubby child, he wanted to find them. His soulmate. Somebody who would love the dear cecaelia from the bottom of their heart and when Azul will find them, he will give their soulmate the love they deserve!

🐙 Time flew by pretty fast. One second, Azul was all alone and got bullied and the next second, he found friends. Floyd and Jade and during his time in NRC; he found you.

🐙 Friendship turns to something more and without realizing, Azul fell hard. No, not on the hard ground beneath him, more like deeply in love for his dear friend (y/n).

🐙 How could he not? His friend was so wonderful, beautiful and gentle to the secretly shy cecaelian.

🐙 But the Octavinelle dorm leader was insecure. They might reject his feelings, which is why he should prefer the search of his soulmate rather then being utterly in love with his friend and crushing so hard, that it was too obvious for everyone. Azul just hoped that you would never figure his feelings out. It would be embarrassing for the great cecaelian.

🐙 One day had begun like many others with him staring at the tattoo on his left wrist, that showed him a symbol. It looked like a heart. It was his soulmate tattoo or mark, called by many differently and looked different for there are too many living beings.

🐙 But who could have known, that his sly friend and waiter of the Monstro Lounge would find the dear soulmate of Azul. The one person the student was always hoping to find...

🐙 “Just confess your feelings. Maybe they are your soulmate.“ The tweels smiled or more likely smirked at Azul, as they said it twice this morning. “(Y/N) doesn‘t like me like that... And they are not my soulmate. I‘m sure of it.“ He muttered upset, standing up from his comfortable table to finally meet his dear crush, like he has planned it a few days ago.

🐙 “Azul, why the long face? You are so sad. I‘m worried, you know.“ A hand landed on his shoulder as his gaze wandered up to meet his crush‘s eyes. “Don‘t worry.“ He tried to assure (y/n) that everything was alright until he lifted their hand from his shoulder, turning it around for a second before he wanted to let them go, but then his eyes stared at his crush‘s soulmate tattoo. IT WAS AN OCTOPUS WITH AN A ON IT!!

🐙 (Y/N) never truly saw his real form yet, which might be the reason why they never knew that he was their soulmate! Unbelievable!!

🐙 Azul was so deep in his thoughts, that he couldn‘t stop his body from moving. He embraced his crush, nearly crushing them in his thight hug as he happily jumped on the same place. “U-Uh.... Why the sudden mood change?“

🐙 “I found you! Who would have known that it was always my crush?! Unbelievable that Jade and Floyd were right!!“ Like the bright sun up in the clear blue sky, Azul‘s lips formed into the brightest and shiniest smile you could ever have seen.

🐬 Thanks to his twin brother, Jade got another friend on his small little list of people he could trust and your name was definitely number 3 on it. Under his brother‘s and Azul‘s name. Well... If Jade would have a list.

🐬 You were so interesting for the sly eel. Some might say different, but being different is good. It was one of the reason‘s why Jade felt so drawn to you.

🐬 He knew about soulmates as he saw many different tattoos on bodyparts of sole mermaids and humans. They showed and teased the person of how they soulmate were.

🐬 Jade‘s soulmate mark on his hand showed him a (f/c) heart symbol. It might be, because his soulmate was gentle and nice. The opposite of him and his dear brother.

🐬 Azul‘s and Floyd‘s on the other hand looked different. Who knows, if the staff of Monstro Lounge would ever find their soulmates. But even if Jade would never find his, he will be happy for he has somebody important on his side. You.

🐬 You were not only a dear friend of his, but also his crush. He cared for you deeply and wanted to make you smile, no matter what.

🐬 But every here and there, the smart eel had those negative feelings in his mind and heart. What if you would reject him? What if you already had found your soulmate? Wait, no. That couldn‘t be possible, as he would be the first one to know.

🐬 “Mhh... I would like to have this today.“ You smiled at your friend, pointing at the menu you had in your friends. Nodding with his head, Jade smiled at you the sweet smile he had only around your presence. “Of course, my dear.“

🐬 As he walked away, while his heart fluttered; thinking about you, his crush had peeled of their jacket. It was too warm at the moment and they didn‘t wanted to dirty their sleeves in case they were a messy eater.

🐬 After a few minutes, you could hear soft footsteps coming to your direction. It was Jade, holding the tray with one hand and on his other arm was laying a white towel, to clean the mess some customers and his twin did. But then his yellowish eyes took a small glance at your arm, seeing the symbol he had imagined his soulmate would habe. It was an elegant eel.

🐬 The tray in his hand nearly dropped as he stared at it, not knowing if it was a dream or reality.

🐬 Putting the tray on the table in front of you, his fingertips stopped at your chin. Dropping down to you, Jade‘s lips met yours, kissing you and trying to show you how much he loved you, before he let you go. His tounge traced over his lips, smirking at your blushing face, before saying; “I‘m sorry, but I couldn‘t stop myself from kissing my beloved soulmate.“

🦈 “SHRIMPYYYY-CHAAAAN!~“ Giggling loudly, the excited eel sprinted through the Monstro Lounge, embracing you in his tight squeezes that he calls soft hugs. Even tought that don‘t feel like it at all.

🦈 Thanks to the Heartslabyul gang and the first years, Floyd has met you. The oke person, who could always cheer him up, after little goldfish nagged at him for being so careless. Welp, not everyone was a fan of the tweels, especially of Floyd Leech.

🦈 But them you came and changed it all. You cared for your friend deeply and loved him the way he was, which Floyd appreciates a lot!

🦈 Maybe you were his soulmate! You totally fitted to his soulmate mark on his chest. The sweet heart symbol! Yes, definitely! You were his friend and soulmate, but there was one small problem. He had no proof of his theory.

🦈 After days passed, many people claimed that you could never be Floyd‘s soulmate for you were a calm person and he was... Well... Floyd.

🦈 “Floyd, please be careful. We don‘t want to break this chair again, right?“ You laughed at seeing your dear friend‘s pouting face, while his arms were holding you tightly, nearly crushing you by simply sitting on your lap like a small child would do. “FLOYD! DON‘T DESTROY SOMETHING AGAIN TODAY!“ The eel heard Azul‘s loud voice at the end of the room, making Floyd roll with his eyes. “Again...?“ - “It was just some cups. Not so special.“

🦈 Surprisingly, you belonged to the people who could live with his mood swings and tight hugs. They were warm and funny. You could never have any boring days at all, if you were around your dear eel.

🦈 “Saaaay, shrimpy-chan!~ Where is your soulmate mark? Where? Where? Whereee?~“ Asked Floyd as curious as a cat could be, except that he was only as agile and curious as one.

🦈 When you explained, that it was on your neck, which is why you can‘t always see it, he climbed off of you, only to turn you around, nearly throwing you to ground.

🦈 “I want to see it!~“ Smirking at your flustered face, he stared at your neck, finally seeing the symbol that showed the reason why you two had such a great connection.

🦈 “Shrimpy-chan is mine!~“ You heard from the now exciting eel, as he wrapped you in another tight squeezing embrace of his, while you blushed at it. “Mine!~“

🦈 Kissing you on your neck, he smiled until Azul and Jade had to drag him away, so he could continue his work! He wasn‘t allowed to take a break... “Wait for me, my shrimpy-chan!! I will come in a second!~“

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech

[dreamyaqua]

What type of boyfriend would stray kids Hyunjin be like and maybe his ideal type he would go for pls?

Hey how are you ? Can you make hyunjin as your boyfriend and his ideal type plz 💜💜

Could u do a post about ✨Hyunjin ✨ ideal type of girl pls? Like physically <3

I hear you guys~ Finally I'm posting an update that was highly requested. Here we go with Hyunjin - I'm sorry it took me so long to get this done. I hope you'll still like it!!🥺💗

✧･ﾟ:*Hyunjin as a Boyfriend✧･ﾟ:*

Pisces sun ☀️ Virgo moon 🌙 Pisces mercury 💬 Pisces venus ♀️ Aries mars ♂️

Hyunjin is a very sensitive and emotional boyfriend who will love his partner unconditionally

He's not the type of person who enjoys staying on the surface, he will look deep into his partner and fall in love with what's on the inside

Having his venus in Pisces means that he's got the most self-sacrificing venus sign and he will not hesitate to help out those he loves

He has true empathy for the wellbeing of his loved ones and will be as sweet as possible and try his hardest to keep his partner happy

He pays attention to details and has an understanding and adaptable nature which would make him quite flexible and therefore he'd be a very understanding, considerate, and compassionate boyfriend

Being loved simply makes him feel complete and he's got a natural talent to make you feel loved and appreciated without even trying

He's a generous and caring boyfriend but he can also get loud and crazy and be humorous

With that being said, he loves physical affection, PDA, and cuddles and he'll likely take you on the most romantic dates ever

He's also very artistic, so among those romantic dates, he'd love to have artsy dates with you, maybe do "photoshoot" sessions or go to the beach

He's not the type to flaunt or show-off your relationship, although he wants others to know how happily in love you two are

He thrives on fantasy and wanting to create a love that is like a fairytale - being loved by him would probably be an otherworldly feeling

With that being said, though, he can get easily persuaded or a little delusional, so please don't ever take advantage of him or play with his heart

He's a true romantic at heart and also quite clingy, he'd love to spend A LOT of time cuddling with you and just holding you and being held - I'd guess his predominate love language is physical touch

He seeks to get completely swept up in love, mental and physical intensity and immense emotions would be important to him

Another thing I could see is him wanting to share his passions with you and he'd definitely also want to share his music taste with you

He might get a little stubborn sometimes since he does like to do things his way and he might have a bit of a temper, but if his anger flares up, it's likely to die down quickly again

I could also see him enjoying to get a little competitive with you - when playing games for example

all in all, a super sentimental and sweet boyfriend who will be your knight in shining armour

✧･ﾟ:*Ideal Type✧･ﾟ:*

Hyunjin craves creativity and security in a relationship - he wants to feel needed and be appreciated for everything he does to help

Very important would be a partner who reciprocates his feelings/actions and loves him just as unconditionally as he'd love them

Someone who is giving and wouldn't just take advantage of his kind nature

He has a peaceful relationship in mind, therefore he'd be attracted to someone who's sentimental and gentle and who would hold him when he's sad

He also thrives on dreams and fantasies and has an idealized fairytale type of love in mind - so he'd find someone who's tender-hearted and can turn his romantic ideals into reality highly attractive

He'd find traits like empathy and kindness very appealing and he needs an equally as understanding partner as himself, who's also always there to listen to him and who thinks and communicates in imaginative ways

His ideal type would be someone he can count on, someone who supports him and his passions, work, etc.

On the other hand, he's also attracted to passionate people who've got something going on for themselves - share your passions with him, he'd love to hear

I could also see him being attracted to an artistic person, someone who's into art or who plays an instrument or sings could be very appealing to him

He might also find someone attractive who leads an active lifestyle, combine this with his artistic nature and I could imagine him being into someone who can dance just like him

What's really important to him is that his partner doesn't make empty promises and that they're honest, otherwise he might feel taken advantage of

Also someone who's open with their emotions and whom he can connect to

It's also fine if they can be just as loud and crazy as him, he admires people who are dynamic and down for a challenge but they should be humble and not full of themselves

Last but not least, I feel like he'd be interested in someone who's got a clean and neat appearance, someone who seems organized and helpful and has a soft aura about them

#considering we share the same moon/venus combo this was written a teeny tiny bit self-indulgent #but i'd like to think we'd have a very similar love style and seek the same things in a relationship #so here we go #i hope you liked it🥺💜💜💜 #hwang hyunjin #stray kids astrology #stray kids boyfriend #stray kids ideal type #skz astrology #astrology #astro observations #astro notes #love astrology #kpop astrology #pisces venus #virgo moon #aries mars #pisces sun #pisces stellium #water signs #kpopastrology