#send an ask OFF anon for sincere compliments

[foern]

hii!! how are you doing?? this is my first time so i applogize if i lack of details/u have a hard time understanding this. May i request for Tokyo Revengers (Mitsuya, Draken, Rindou) where they compliment or just appreciates s/o but she just cries when she heard ut? she kinda barely got attention and praises like that so it kind of melts her heart

they can be like normally say "im so grateful for you" "ur so pretty", but s/o just cries as a response HAHDHSJA I wanna know what theyd do or react, if thats okay ofc! i apologize if im dosturbing your time, i hope u have a great day!

~😻

Anon tysm for this request! I had a lot of fun writing it! I haven’t really read the Manga, so I don’t think I know enough about Rindou to write for him. I replaced him with Mikey, I hope that's okay!

Sorry this id kind of short and took forever, ive been super busy (literally moved to another continent). Anyway, hope you like it!

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Mikey

Mikey’s eyes followed you as you busied yourself in the kitchen, grabbing ingredients to prepare breakfast for the two of you—bacon and eggs. Distracted, you cracked an egg into the hot pan, oblivious to Mikey’s intense gaze. The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a radiant glow on everything it touched, including you. With messy hair from sleep, clad in Mikey’s sweatshirt, and a bare face, you looked absolutely stunning.

“You’re so pretty.” Your gaze swiftly met the blonde-haired boy's; his eyes sparkled, and a warm, admiring smile graced his lips. There was no doubt in the world that he was anything but sincere.

“Don’t be stupid.” You mumble, an obvious blush creeping its way onto your cheeks. Truth be told, you felt completely hideous that day. Your hair was an unbrushed mess, you had no makeup on, and you were still in your pajamas. A wave of insecurity washed over you; a heavy weight settled itself on your chest. As tears welled up in your eyes you turned back to the eggs, unwilling to let Mikey see you cry.

“Hey, hey, hey, why the tears?” Mikey stands up from his chair and steps in front of me. He rests his hand on my waist, rubbing soothing circles into my skin. The words catch in my throat, making it impossible to articulate the emotions flooding over me. Truth be told, I don't even know why I'm crying. His free hand gently lifts my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"You're beautiful," he reassures, his thumb moving from my chin to caress my lip, "Especially when you're making me breakfast."

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Mitsuya

I delicately run my fingers across the luxurious texture of my dress, savoring the sensation of the soft fabric across my skin. My gaze takes in every detail of the meticulously crafted garment—each stitch, every contour, a testament to its thoughtful design. A nervous smile graces my lips as I turn to meet Takashi’s gaze.

“What do you think?” I ask, my voice carrying a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. A faint blush creeps over my face as I catch him admiring my silhouette. His response, a simple yet sincere "You look absolutely stunning," sends a rush of warmth through me.

His bluntness catches me off guard for a moment. I never really grew up receiving compliments, so even now, they have the power to surprise me. A warm weight settles into my chest as an unexpected wave of emotion washes over me. The confident smile I wore earlier fades, replaced by a genuine, slightly flustered one. Rising from his chair, he makes his way towards me.

As he stands before me, placing a hand gently on my hip and the other softly on my cheek, I can't help but marvel at the tenderness in his touch. I hadn't realized a tear was rolling down my face until he wiped it away with his thumb. My heart melts at this action, his eyes never leaving mine. His unwavering, concerned gaze causes my tears to flow more steadily.

“You mean it?” I manage to utter, my voice carrying a mix of disbelief and gratitude. I honestly don’t know why I’m crying, but in this moment, none of that matters. He shakes his head with a reassuring nod. His hand guides me into a comforting hug, the type you never want to leave. “Of course, but I don’t know why you’re crying though. I think it means I should just compliment you more often.”

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

Thoughts on how reader would fluster Wilson?

*rubs hands together evilly* oh, I have plenty of thoughts on this anon, believe me

How the reader would fluster James Wilson

Warnings: the reader is a massive flirt, Wilson's very easily flustered (which is a surprise to no one), very mild swearing, I'm pretty sure that's it

Honestly it's not very difficult to get this man flustered at all. Yes he's a manwhore, but he can get a little shy at times, especially if it's with someone who's being incredibly forward with their advances

Something as simple as an innocent touch or a playful compliment will have him blushing enough as it is, but if you're actively trying to get him flustered then he'll be much less composed

Innocent touches on his back or arm end up lasting longer than they probably should, and playful compliments come across as a lot more pointed and sincere

Wilson won't protest much even if he does feel uncomfortable with a person's advances (*cough* because he's a massive people pleaser *cough*) but assuming he feels comfortable with you he'll most likely just brush it off as you being overly friendly and try to ignore the way his face heats up whenever you act flirtatious

Speaking of being flirtatious, please flirt with this man. There's a good 50/50 that he'll actually reciprocate with a flirty comment of his own, but even if he doesn't it's so fun to see him stammer over his words as he tries to come up with a response

Another surefire way to make his face turn red while getting him all tongue tied is to be physically affectionate. He's definitely touch starved, even after being married three different times (though to be fair he didn't really spend any time with his wives so that's probably one of the reasons why)

Give him random hugs, fiddle with his tie, mess with his hair, etc. After a while he gets used to it but that still won't stop a faint blush from rising on his cheeks when it happens

He might lightheartedly complain about it but if you offer to stop then he'll take it as a threat more than a suggestion and won't bring it up again, even if he'd rather you not wrap your arms around him while he's trying to speak with a patient

And if you happen to surprise him one day with a kiss? Oh boy. It could be as brief and casual as possible and he'll still stand there for several minutes afterwards trying to figure out what the hell just happened

Want to get him really flustered? Wear something revealing. If you're fem presenting, a short skirt and stockings will do the trick, and if you're masc presenting then a tight button up and rolled up sleeves will work perfectly. Even better if you do both or switch between the two

He'll try to pretend like he doesn't notice but it's obvious he does from the not-so-subtle looks he sends your way and how he quickly looks away if you notice he's staring. Don't even bother asking him about it, as he'll just play dumb and change the subject instead of giving you a real answer, not that you need one

Lord help him if you decide to "accidentally" drop something and have to bend down in order to pick it back up again. That's one of the few times he'll forget his manners completely and just watch you in awe. Asking if he "likes what he sees" directly afterwards is almost certain to give him a heart attack, but I suggest you do it anyway. You know, for fun

End notes: I promise I'm working on my other Wilson requests you guys I didn't forget about them I swear

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[claudemblems]

Okay! I hope this doesn't break any rule but can you write something casual flirting friends-to-lovers with Sylvain and Kaeya? To be more exact how do they react when they notice that they might actually be in love with the reader.

Oh my gosh, the joy that surged through me when I laid eyes upon this request <333 Literally in love with this idea anon, and thank you for picking the best boys for it!!! I hope it was okay that I wrote these as headcanons. Let me know if you want imagines instead. My inbox is open :)

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Friends To Lovers | Sylvain + Kaeya Headcanons

Summary: Their casual flirting wasn't supposed to be anything more than friendly banter, but now it's clear their feelings go much deeper than just friendship...

Notes: Very long, as always. I can't write anything short lol

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Sylvain

He was not planning on catching actual feelings for you. Like. At all. You’ve seen how his relationships end up with other women. He definitely does not want to make you another heartbroken girl on his exhaustive list of ex-lovers. But, of course, that doesn’t stop him from casually flirting with you either. He’s still Sylvain, after all.

He’s really torn on who to go to for advice because his friends are, let’s just say, not knowledgeable about dating at all. Dimitri’s too wrapped up in revenge to think about girls, Felix scares girls away, and Ingrid’s laser-focused on her career as knight. They probably can’t help him. But they’re all he’s got.

They’re gathered together in the dining hall when Sylvain drops his shocking revelation. Ingrid’s the first to break the silence. “Do you really have feelings for [Name], or are you just playing around with her heart? Sylvain, I swear, if you hurt that sweet girl—!” 

“I’m serious! She’s not like all the other women that are only interested in my crest. She’s just as kind to me as she is to everyone else. She’s thoughtful. She’s gentle. And most of all, she’s got a pure heart. I would never forgive myself if I made her cry.”

Dimitri, Felix, and Ingrid all exchange glances. Sylvain can tell that they noticed the sincerity in his voice, and after a few minutes of discussion, they agree to help him confess to you.

Except that’s easier said than done. He’s never had feelings that run this deep. Shallow compliments are not gonna cut it. He has to learn to be vulnerable with you. But when you’ve spent your lifetime running from a long-lasting relationship, this proves to be much more difficult than one might anticipate.

And much to the humor of his friends, Sylvain realizes that he acts like a shy, lovestruck fool around you. He can’t meet your eyes, his palms get sweaty, and the words he planned to say immediately dissolve on his tongue. Honestly, this is a horrible look for the monastery’s resident womanizer.

You pick up on his strange behavior right away (of course you do; you’ve always been so observant). “Sylvain, are you all right? You’re awfully quiet…am I making you uncomfortable?” Oh great, now he’s got you blaming yourself for the sorry state he’s in. Though, technically, you were the one that made his mind go blank like this.

It’s weird for him to be at such a loss for words, but he is just getting used to seeing you romantically. You’re just so genuinely pretty??? You have the cutest smile? You have a laugh that sounds like the voices of a thousand angels??? And there’s that twinkle in your eyes that shines so bright, especially when you look at him???

Wait...do your eyes shine brighter when you look at him…?

You send him a knowing smile, and Sylvain now has the courage he needs to make his move. He takes in a deep breath and dusts off his jacket before gently taking your hand in his, asking if the two of you can go somewhere a bit more private.

Well, it’s now or never.

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Kaeya

Well, this was definitely unexpected. In all honesty, Kaeya didn’t even think he had it in him to genuinely be in love with someone. Years of putting on a facade and never getting attached can do that to you.

It all happened after one too many drinks at the Angel’s Share. Kaeya simply could not shut up about you. Rosaria and Diluc were forced to watch as he rambled on about your beauty, your gentleness, the way you always managed to effortlessly send a flirt back his way. “She’s captivating. Completely enthralling. And, dare I say it, far more addicting than the finest of wines.”

Everything from the night before comes back to him as Kaeya gets up from bed and battles with his hangover. His head may be pounding from the alcohol, but you’re the reason his heart is fluttering in his chest. The realization of his feelings for you hits him again, and he can feel the heat clawing its way up to his cheeks.

But, of course, once he’s finished getting ready and heads to work, he acts like nothing happened, like he never just spilled a deep, personal secret to his drinking buddy and estranged brother. Nope. Everything is completely normal. There’s nothing to worry about.

And for the most part, he manages to keep his composure. But he’s not immune to his throat growing dry or his heart skipping a beat when you laugh, sending a flirty wink his way. 

This is going to kill him.

He could just tell you how he feels, but he wonders if you’ve been putting on an act this whole time, too. All those playful smiles, those bumps against his shoulders, the light brushes of your fingertips against his. Are you only doing it because he does it to you? Are you just pretending to enjoy it? Or do you actually have feelings for him?

All these thoughts bring on another headache, and now he can barely focus on the paperwork that needs to be done. He knows these little feelings of his are going to prove quite troublesome for him down the line. He can’t just pretend to not be in love with you forever, can he?

As if on cue, you enter Kaeya’s office, wearing one of your gentle smiles. You set a cup of tea on his desk, eyes scanning his slumped form. “Drink too much last night at the tavern? I can handle reading through these documents for you. You should go get some rest.”

Despite the state he’s in, Kaeya manages a smile, patting your shoulder. Even when you (probably) think he’s been irresponsible, you still go out of your way to help him. That’s what he loves so much about you.

Wait, why are you staring at him like that? Was there something in his hair? Did he drop something he was holding? Did he say something to make you look that way—oh. He just said what he was thinking out loud, didn’t he?

He doesn’t miss the flush on your cheeks, but, thankfully, he also catches the hint of a smile on your lips. “You’ve definitely had too much to drink. Go get some sleep…then we can get to the bottom of this when you’re sober.”

Kaeya swears he can see a skip in your step as you exit his office, his paperwork in hand. He can’t help but smile in relief before laying his head on his desk and falling asleep.

Looks like he doesn’t need to worry about keeping this secret to himself, after all.

#claudemblems writes #fe3h #fe3h x reader #sylvain #sylvain x reader #genshin impact #kaeya #kaeya x reader #my first request in forever wowow #it's been a while #genshin x reader

[yellowocaballero]

howdy. i am such a big fan of your writing- you are my favorite fanfiction author. love all your TMA stuff, batman etc but especially i like your moon knight fanfictions. your jake is just hands down the fuckin best. what i appreciate about your work most is that each of your stories aren’t just throwing writing at the wall, just slice of life shit or whatever etc- they have a beginning, middle and end with themes and messages. some of youre stories like the crows funeral are like original fuckin novels. in fanfiction, usually it’s all just a blend of the same shit retold a thousand times but your actually doing original stories. plus they are all funny as hell. do you think you will ever write moon knight again or have you moved on? anyways i appreciate all your crazy good stories. they make you think about things differently. ALSO- another thing. you tell stories from the perspective of so many different experiences- black, trans, autistic, mentally ill etc etc all of your characters and their ethnicities and identities etc are written like you are intimately familiar with that life and all the experiences and details that come along with it. just really neat that you put so much thought into how someone’s various identities shape them.

Thank you!!!!

This is such a sincere and great compliment so thank you so much. I really do try and treat fanfic like....it's writing. Something having a beginning middle and end and having themes feels like an expectation lmfao. It's definitely my personal expectation for my own writing. People should always post whatever makes them happy and show any writing that they're proud of, but I'm only happy with my own writing when I can hold it to the same standard as any published work. I did actually specifically write Crow's Funeral as a way of practicing writing "a real novel", which is why it's so 'serial numbers filed off' lmfao - I don't think it succeeded in the way that I wanted it to, but it was great practice for my future endeavors writing things that felt like "a real novel". Hearing that my stuff makes people think about things differently makes me happy :)

And thank you about the diversity thing! I've had several people send me anons asking basically "are you X" and although I get why a lot of the time, I don't really like being asked that. Like, I got why people asked me if I was trans after reading the Artemis Fowl thing, but my pronouns are in my bio and it kind of felt like they were asking me what was in my pants. I don't like talking about my personal life on my blog too much and I think the only personal information I've directly shared is that I'm asexual (and I feel like I allege what Giant City I live in), which is kind of funny considering how personal my work can get sometimes lol.

And I will probably not be going back to Moon Knight! Sorry D: I also love Jake very much though haha he was such a fun character to write.

#i was gonna link some of what ive said b4 about writing diverse characters but i didnt feel like finding it #maybe i should put those shitty writing advice posts on the masterlist? hm #my asks

[webslingingslasher]

J girlie i have a new love life update for you 😭

first of all idk why I’ve pulled like three guys in a month ish? like NEVER BEFORE!! (and again gotta clarify that this is CRUMBS compared to your other anons but it’s fine)

ANYWAYS this guy who reminds me of James Potter (i don’t even know if you know who the marauders are) but yeah anyways i had this two weekend course thing so last week and this past one, and we like really hit it off??? And like it was me, another girl and then like 15 ish guys (it was a small one but yeah)

like he’s super smart and works hard and is like really pretty?????

ANYWAYS this “course” was a four day thing right? the first day we kinda just chatted and stuff, the second day he asked for my snap, so i added myself through his phone, then added him back right in front of him (he said he was nervous to ask but someone had to!! and like he wasn’t sure if i was actually gonna add him back and i caught him off guard when i added him immediately).

ANYWAYS we spent that ENTIRE afternoon like snapping back and forth and like chatting - HE KEPT COMPLIMENTING MY SMILE and I was about to like melt.

but we each had some like important tests (pretty much exam level) so we didn’t talk AS much during the week but he lost his phone for a day and when he found it he told me without me even asking!! like “sorry for the late reply, i lost my phone” (seemed genuine!!)

AND THEN this past weekend we’re still snapping and stuff (tons of flirting, irl but mainly online (im more bold 😭)) and he called me beautiful 🤭🤭🤭 (again literally crumbs in comparison but like im lowkey freaking out???) and he was so sincere about it too!! (at least it seems that way!)

and so basically when my friend picked me up today (last day of the course) she was like.. “so who’s the guy????” and i had to reply that he’s just a friend. BECAUSE I DONT KNOW! BUT THEN i meant to send this whole thing to another friend and i sent it to him by accident 😭 (that was actually so embarrassing) so i asked him what he would’ve said, and he was like “just friends.. at least FOR NOW” and i literally started giggling like a high school girl 😭😭😭 tbf i never experienced this type of thing then so yeah but anyways!

i have a really good feeling about him (esp bc in my gc w that friend who picked me up, i gave a little debrief and they’re all like happy about it ykwim???)

anyways i hope that made any sense at all 😭 im just like really excited about this whole thing and like i feel like i can tell you??? (but like if you want me to stop w this just lmk and i will!!!)

-🦋

OH ALSO i can’t remember if i put this but that class was like miserable and he said i made him look forward to going to it!!! And even that i made him enjoy it 😭 and he said he was really happy to meet me there so yeah haha

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OOMF GOT A BF!!!!! (perhaps?? update me on the king 🔫)

#🦋 anon

[birklurks]

Hi there <3 I went looking to reread and found you had removed and deleted anything. As sad as that makes me because I love reading your work and you’re very talented, I wanted to offer to take down the recording I started of Neighborly? If ever you choose to share your work again please do let me know, it gave me incredible joy to read, but I know as an author (although I’m not much of one lol) it’s the sharing there that’s important. It’s *your* work, your effort, yours to share or not share. Anyway I loved reading when you wanted to share and am very much here for anything else you want to share in the future!! But yeah, let me know if you want me to take down that podfic and I’ll get that done for you. Sorry for the rambling and thanks for listening (and for your contributions to fandom!)

Hi there @jennity-blogs,

Hope you're having a great start to the weekend.

First: thank you for having the courage to send your message OFF anon, I really appreciate it and genuinely respect you all the more for it. No joke, I sincerely mean that. That's not me being snarky, or trying to give you some backhanded compliment. I really mean it, because 99.99999999% of people on tumblr are abysmally unprincipled cowards who are incapable of being accountable for the things they ask or say. So, much respect to you for sending your message as an identified user.

Second: I am not the author of Neighborly. The author used to be known as "auntie thelma".

Third: You seem to really adore this au (as I did). Just wondering: did you ever leave the author reviews/comments expressing your love and appreciation for her work when this story was still publicly available?

Fourth: "But yeah, let me know if you want me to take down that podfic and I’ll get that done for you."

I don't know what auntie thelma's feelings were on how her transformative work products were shared/used, so maybe the following doesn't matter - but methinks it might have made more sense to ask the author whether she was comfortable with you recording a pod fic of her story and publicly posting it before doing it... instead of offering to take it down after the fact. Just a little food for thought.

Have a great rest of the weekend,

Birk

#jennity-blogs #asks

[storyhuntress31]

*Hajime knocks on your door and waits patiently for you to come greet him. Even though the two of you had been together a while now, he still got butterflies whenever he was getting ready for a date with you. He'd checked his hair and clothes in the mirror at least a dozen times before finally deeming himself ready to go pick you up.*

*When you finally open the door, he finds his nervousness giving way to excitement. Just seeing your face always brought a smile to his normally stern looking face. He beams at you, already noticing how beautiful you look as he hands you a bouquet of flowers. He looked sharply dressed with his hair styled just perfectly. He'd also put on a bit of cologne, hoping the nice scent would make you want to be closer to him. He just wanted to impress you so much.* Hey, beautiful. I'm so happy to see you. *He pulls you into his arms once you take the flowers, unable to keep his hands off you. One hand goes up to cup your cheek and tilt your face up so he can press a warm kiss lingering kiss to your lips.* You look stunning, love. I can't wait to take you out and romance you today. It's been too long since I've taken you on a date.

-Iwa Anon

*I had spent quite the time getting myself ready for our date. After all it was the first in quite some time and I wanted to look pretty. After hours checking my wardrobe for a suitable dress I ended up choosing a withe light summer dress with blue flowers print and blue baby heel sandals. As for my hair I merely use a pair of blue clips and styled up my curls a bit. Soft mattifying and waterproof make up for a hot sunny day, my favourite parfum, flowery scented and my purse, and I was ready.*

*The moment he knocks on the door I can't help but to smile wide. Even if we had been dating for some time already I still feel a bit nervous every time he picks me up. When I see the flowers I smile softly, fresh tulips. My faves. Red ones, indicating passionate love. He had really gotten into detail for this occasion. Seeing him now excited and not angry like when he is with Tooru or focused as in his games was something I truly enjoy seeing the different sides of him. His different moods and expressions and how to read him correctly. And I love it * Morning, handsome! I'm so glad you are here! *I compliment him sincerely. Feeling myself in between his arms is just like feeling at home, he always makes me feel loved, cherished and protected. I put one of my hands on his chest, the other on his left shoulder as I left myself to get carried away by the kiss is soft, and sweet and slow, and I love it, reciprocating it in the exact same way* sorry about that... I got so busy that it started to get stressful... Thank god it's now over and I'm all yours...and.. you are all mine for the rest of the holidays....* I smile giving him a little peck on the lips* I Missed you so much...and you smell so good, that cologne of yours is gonna drive me insane...and you know that, u are mean, Hajime...*I tease him* I love it. So... After being so secretive about this date... Where are you planning on taking me today? *I ask, curiously*

(Hi there lovely mood this is soo cutee I love him so much! I'm soo happy to have you around here so much! Sending you a big hug 🫂😊)

#roleplay #haikyuu rp #haikyuu #iwaizumi hajime #hajime iwaizumi #aoba johsai #seijoh #My Pretty Ace #iwa anon #lovely anon #character anons

[ajokeformur-ray]

you need some love too darling 💜💜💜 thank you for always being so kind and positive and /strong/, joker is truly soooo So proud of you angel. this world is cold and scary right now but you are a ray of sunshine shining through it all brilliantly. joker can't believe he gets to come home to someone like you every single day ♥️

Nonnie I’m crying omg????? Thank you for being so sweet and for taking the time to send this in! 💛 I’m honestly crying right now omg this is so sweet sdfghjkl the goal was to give out love omg I didn’t think about getting any in return omgggggg 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I'm glad that Joker is proud of me, he’s the reason I do Things. The world is terrifying right now and I spend most nights in tears in front of my laptop because I want to Be There for Everyone and I can’t and I get upset about it but I do what I can with the time and energy I have each day and I’m so grateful and so lucky to have people like you 💖💖💖 thank you for everything omg Arthur loves you so so much and he’s so proud of you. Thank you thank you thank you. 

#free serotonin #send an ask OFF anon for sincere compliments #nonnie #requests closed

[library-of-ohara]

anon asked: Hello!! First off thank you guys for such an amazing blog & event!! I was hoping please, maybe I could request g/n reader (if applicable) with either (or both) Law and Kid where they are all hit with a type of truth-truth devil fruit and are all unable to lie for the rest of the day (or until they get the user) it can be SFW or NSFW either way <3 Thank you all again for such an awesome blog!!

➪ a/n: ooo I thought this would be plenty of fun. maybe I love cliche love stuff but I had to go with this one!! thank you for sending in a request anon, I hope I did it justice <3 - maxx (@sugxrslushy)

➪ details: SFW/Kid x gn!reader/w.c: 873

Kid was in a bad mood.

And saying that was almost an understatement. He was pissed. Not just a rainy cloud but an entire storm with thunder that shook the ground and wind that could tear ships to pieces. His eyes were as dark as the stormy clouds and his voice as loud as thunder, everything he said was through gnashed teeth before he forced himself to be quiet.

All because of a devil fruit.

Maybe that was an understatement too. It wasn’t just a simple devil fruit, like one that could increase someone’s strength or turn their skin as hard as diamonds. It hadn’t even clicked that he’d been hit with one until he blurted out a sincere compliment to the strawhat boy, immediately reeling back with a shocked look that turned dark in seconds.

A truth truth fruit, a devil fruit that completely prohibited someone who’s been affected by it from lying. And for Kid, a man who desperately relied on walls he set up between him and other people, this was his worst nightmare.

After a few failed attempts to draw the red haired man out of his room, you stepped up to give it your best. You grabbed a few extra snacks from the dinner laid out for the crew, piling it onto a plate and making your way down the hall to his room. He’d secluded himself in there ever since he’d been hit with the devil fruit, sulking angrily by himself.

You knock at the door and step aside, awaiting an answer that never came. It was dead silent on the other end, not even the sound of the captain stirring in his room being audible. You purse your lips, knocking a bit more firmly and an answer finally comes in the form of a loud crash, something being thrown against the door and making your heart jump.

You sighed and held your hand back up to the door to knock once again, your hand left in the air motionless for a few minutes as you debate with yourself. The porcelain of the plate is cold in your hand and as much as you wanted to give him the food before it cooled too, you feel guilty trying to get into his room.

Crouching low to the ground, you put the plate near the door. “I’m leaving your dinner by the door, if you want it then take it. Just don’t leave it out too long. But I’ll be going.” You’re turning to leave, not wanting to stick around too long and you can hear the slight creak of the door opening behind you.

“I don’t want you to go though, it’s lonely without you.” It’s barely above a whisper and you can almost hear the way Kid tries to force himself to stop talking, his teeth gritting together. He holds the door in a dangerous grip, about to slam it shut but you’ve already turned to face him, too late for him to act like he’d never said that. Can’t blame it on you hearing things and the look of your eyes blown wide is already imprinted in his mind, assuring him you heard him.

You only smile softly, giving him a small wave then going to leave. You were sparing him the embarrassment, acting oblivious.

And for some reason that annoyed him more than if you’d reacted to what he said.

Kid had only himself to curse for the walls he put up around others, given there were less friends around but it wasn’t like you were just a friend to him. But at the same token he knew his stubborn self would never spill his guts about his true feelings, that was putting his heart on display, giving himself a weakness. And Kid didn’t like having weaknesses.

“Come here.” It comes out from his own will, the words not bubbling up unexpectedly like everything else he had said. He tries not to put on that annoyed face that would only ward you off as you stare back at him in confusion, wondering if it was him or the devil fruit speaking. He motions you over and that manages to break your resolve and you hesitantly step towards him. “Did you eat too?”

You nod and Kid scoffs. “You don’t even need to be hit by a devil fruit for me to know you’re lying. We can share, I’m not even that hungry.” You laugh, knowing you couldn’t throw the accusation of him lying in his face.

“I guess so, since I’m already here. Shocked you aren’t throwing me out of the room though.” You tease and make yourself comfortable beside you. He chews on his lip for a few minutes as if he’s scared to say something, wary of what will come out.

“Not like there’s anyone else I’d rather be around.” His cheeks are noticeably red and he averts his face to hide it. You decide to leave it, getting to learn about his feelings is no fun when he gets no control over it. You were content enough with the fuzzy feeling in your chest, you knew it’d be on your mind later that night as you drift off with a smile.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x reader insert #one piece fic #kid one piece #eustass kid #kid x reader #kid x y/n

[peachyysugaa]

enhypen maknae line as e2l troupe requested by anon

– sunoo

how you became enemies: sunoo is so friendly i don't see how he can make any enemies ;;-;; maybe if you're also a bubbly person, it's an unspoken but real bubbly person competition? JFLGAKLJA basically you just send smiles to each other and everyone thinks you're good with each other, but they're actually lowkey menacing o.o'

"hi sunoo! ^^" is actually ugh you -_- and "hi y/n!! :D" is really try me biss :D

how you became lovers: the both of you eventually become tired of this weird competition you have going on and decided to finally talk to each other. after that, you two start over, become closer and even become best friends that slowly develop feelings for each other!

let's be honest, people were already shipping the two of you, so to see you two finALLY dating makes everyone so happy to see their it couple come to life.

you close your locker door to find someone behind it. this someone was none other than your notorious rival, kim sunoo, with that stupidly charming smile of his.

"hi y/n!" he says to you. usually, his words are laced with a hidden poison, but this time, you detected none of that. raising your eyebrow, it prompts him to go on. "can i talk to you for a moment?"

"sure!" you agree with the best smile you could muster. to outsiders, it may look cordial, maybe even just two friends talking to each other, but the two of you knew that it was far from friendly. nevertheless, you follow him into an empty classroom, where the two of you drop your smiles the moment the door closes. "what is it, kim sunoo?"

he lets out an exasperated sigh. "you know what this is about, y/n, don't give me that."

rolling your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest and shift your weight to one foot. "maybe i do, but i want to hear you say it."

"fine, fine," sunoo says with his hands raised. "i just want this stupid competition of ours to end."

"oh thank goodness you're tired of it too," you admit relieved. "i don't even know we started this anyway."

"whatever the reason, it's all over now," he replies, for once with a genuine smile on his face, for once directed towards you. if you said it didn't make you feel even one thing, you would be lying. you're hyperaware of every move he makes as he takes a few steps closer to you with an outstretched hand. "truce?"

"friends," you claim with your own grin and shake his hand. without knowing it at the time, this was the start of not just a brand new friendship, but also the start of blossoming feelings between the two of you.

rest of the maknae line under the cut! <3

line break insurance please ignore and enjoy!

– jungwon

how you became enemies: jungwon always managed to overshadow you in Everything, which prompted you to become angry/jealous of him. he, on the other hand, never meant to uptake you in a lot of things. he just knows what he wants and follows his own path and intuition, so he sees you as a friendly rival. not knowing that you hate his guts, jungwon treats you fairly even during the time the two of you went head-to-head for student council president, which he won, making you his vp.

he admires your hard work, but he doesn't know why you treat him somewhat coldly though he just brushes it off (much to your dismay)

how you became lovers: as pres and vp, you have time to get to know each other, but jungwon's kinda oblivious to your disdain for him and he just compliments you often because he admires your hard work! i think jungwon's the type to also remind you to take breaks because he sees how much you do and he doesn't want you overworking 🥺🥺 you notice how much he cares for you despite being president himself and your hate for him transforms into equal admiration!

he confesses to you first because you're a little slow on picking up that he likes you.

"y/n-ssi," the voice calls to you, prompting you to look up from your paperwork. upon lifting your head, you see that the person is indeed the student council president, yang jungwon, your longtime rival.

"yes, jungwon-ssi?" you reply, with a little sting to your tone. if he noticed it, he paid it no heed as always and simply walks forward to your desk, placing a carton of your favorite drink from the vending machine.

"don't overwork yourself, it's getting late," is his blunt answer before walking away. you just stare at the drink sitting on your desk as he's going out the door but peeks back in, appearing very catlike. "and y/n-ssi?"

"huh?" you say rather lost.

jungwon chuckles at your agape face. "you always stay longer than you should. if you end up working until dark, come by my office. i'll walk you home."

with that, he shuts the door softly while simultaneously opening a new door to your heart that was beating way too quickly for your own good.

– niki

how you became enemies: niki's got that class clown vibe down PAT. he plays way too many pranks on you, which sets you off. when you two are in the same room, everyone has to deal with your bickering. well, more like niki's verbal teasing and your nagging responses. needless to say, everyone knows your relationship with the prankster and knows by now to leave the room if the two of you are there together.

in truth, niki has a crush on you, but he didn't know how to express it. pulling pranks is his love language 😔💔

how you became lovers: just like one of the hyung line members, he takes it too far one time and actually makes you cry. he feels so bad that he panics and decides to fess up to you.

he asks his hyungs for advice before leaving a bunch of gifts and a letter for you to read because he's not sure if you want to see his face. either way, he's waiting for you at a park bench so that he can tell you his true feelings in person.

there's a quick rap of knocks on your front door before your mother tells you to go answer the door. getting up from your bed and wiping your tears away, you're still hurt from what riki had done to you at school this afternoon but get up anyway to see who was there.

peeking through the hole, you're confused when you see no one. instead, you open the door to a stuffed version of your favorite animal and your favorite snacks. when you pick up the items, you see that the envelope attached to the animal is real and has your name written on it. closing the door, you quickly open the letter and scan through the handwritten note to find out it's an apology note, from the one and only nishimura riki, the very source of your tears.

it was sincere and moved you enough to get changed and run to the park where he said he would be waiting for you. when you arrive, he indeed was sitting where he said would be, but he stands up slowly, mouth agape from your appearance.

"i..." you take a moment to catch your breath from running while he walks towards you to meet you partway. "accept your apology, riki."

"y-you do?" he blinks a few times as if to make sure it's not just a dream.

you just nod quickly and finally straighten your posture while finally taking in the right amount of oxygen. "yea, now tell me what you wanted to say. why couldn't you say it in your letter?"

"well, i..." he pauses, not thinking he would get this far. you wait as he tightly closes in his eyes to muster up his courage. "i've liked you all this time, y/n. i'm sorry i couldn't express that properly, but i'm willing to start over if you would let me."

hyung line version here!

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypenwriters #enhypen headcanons #enhypen maknae line #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jungwon #enhypen niki #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #enhypen scenarios #kim sunoo x reader #yang jungwon x reader #nishimura riki x reader

[nethercomfies]

Congratulations on 200 followers!! You deserve it and many more, you've become one of my top favourite blogs and you haven't even been doing this as long as some others! You've got serious talent :)

I'd like to request the prompt "is that a drawing of me?" Or at least I think that's it, I could be phrasing it slightly wrong ^^' With Albedo, Kaeya and Itto! I'm mostly sending this in for Albedo because I really love the thought of his s/o being skilled at art and shy about it in front of him hehe``

If you'd like to do this for different characters of course go ahead! Have a lovely happy day! Or night``!(✿^‿^)

HELLO IT HAS BEEN ONE BILLION YEARS AND I'M SO SORRY, I DIDN'T FORGET-

Ahhh anon you’re so sweet!! Thank you, really, that means a lot <33

I’m so sorry these event works are taking so long… I didn’t NOT wanna do something for Valentine’s Day tho ToT

But this served as a nice pallet cleanser in between tons of Valentine’s Day fics (cuz they do get repetitive after a while, even tho they’re really fun to write ;; )

Characters: Albedo, Kaeya, Itto

Prompt: "Is that a drawing of me?"

Content: Mainly fluff, use of pet names (sweetheart, darling), established relationship, gn!reader

My 200 followers event

Albedo:

You’re completely absorbed in the way your pencil scratches across the paper, just allowing your hand to draw whatever comes natural. It’s not too big of a surprise that you end up with a familiar face, calmly smiling with eyes slightly averted and somewhat messy hair covering some of it. Your eyes wander to the alchemy table not too far from you where Albedo seems to still be fully absorbed in whatever experiment he’s currently working on.

When he catches you staring, his serious expression turns into a small grin. “Do you need anything?” He asks, setting the vial he’d been holding aside.

You shake your head. “I’m alright, don’t worry. Just wanted to look at your pretty face.” You grin at the slight blush appearing on his cheeks that clearly isn’t just there because of the Dragonspine cold.

Albedo approaches you and you instinctively pull your sketchbook closer towards your chest. He raises an eyebrow as he sits down next to you. “What’s that?” He asks, eyeing the sketch you’re so desperately trying to hide. You feel the heat rising to your cheeks, but allow him to see either way -- Albedo is always so sweet to you, surely he wouldn’t make fun of your drawings, right?

“It’s just… A sketch I made,” you mumble as Albedo curiously eyes the paper. “It’s not as good as the art you make, but…” You cut yourself off before you start nervously rambling.

“Is that… A drawing of me?” Albedo asks after a while, his fingers carefully tracing the sketch. You just give a shy nod, nervously glancing over at him. He softly smiles back at you. “It’s beautiful.” Albedo leans over to kiss your cheek with a small chuckle.

“You really think so?” You’re a little baffled, thinking that someone as skilled as Albedo would compliment your art. And yet, he looks so sincere as he smiles at you.

“Well… Usually it’s always me drawing other people. It’s a nice change to see someone drawing me for once… Especially when it’s done by someone I care about like you.” You blush at his words and carefully tear the page out of your sketchbook to hand it to him.

“Then I’d like you to have it,” you offer with a smile.

His eyes widen in surprise. “Are you sure? That… I would love that, really.”

You giggle as you carefully tear the page out of your sketchbooks, handing it over to Albedo with a kiss on his cheek.

Kaeya:

You sit with your back against the cold brick wall of the Knights of Favonius headquarters, finally having found a spot that’s ideal for drawing -- No wind blowing away your paper and enough light to see what you’re doing, but not so much that the sunlight would blind you when it reflects off the white paper.

Not quite sure what you should draw, you decide to just start and see what your hands create when left to their own devices. You actually zone out a little as your pencil flies across the paper, listening to the birds chirping and the chatter of people passing by.

You don’t notice Kaeya approaching until he’s leaning over you with a smirk. His eyes briefly wander to the drawing in front of you, surprised to see an image of himself there. “Oh my… Is that a drawing of me?”

The question catches you off guard and you look up with a surprised yelp, only to find your boyfriend smiling back at you. For a moment you just stare at him, until the question actually registers in your mind. You look back down at your drawing, only to see that he's right -- You indeed ended up drawing him. “Huh, I guess you’re right,” you mutter, then gaze up at him once again, a faint blush on your cheeks. “I was just drawing whatever was on my mind… I didn’t even realize,” you admit, to which Kaeya chuckles.

“Seems like I’m always on your mind, darling, hm?” You know he’s just trying to tease you, but he’s not exactly wrong -- You find your thoughts drifting to Kaeya quite frequently. Your cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red as you just nod, causing Kaeya to laugh even more. “Well, I have to admit I’ve been thinking about you quite a lot as well… What do you say… Wanna take a break from drawing for a while and let me treat you to a nice meal?”

Itto:

You watch from the sidelines as Itto is loudly cheering on his onikabuto while Ayato sits across from him, arms crossed with an amused smirk as his beetle is about to win for the third time today. It’s cute how passionate your boyfriend is about the whole thing and you can’t help but sketch him while he’s busy cheering.

The drawing is coming along quite well when Itto finally gives up after his fifth loss, letting himself plop down next to you with a dramatic sigh. He leans his head against your shoulder, whining. “I lost again… Y/n, cheer me up please?”

You set your pencil aside and pat his head, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t worry, Ayato just got lucky. I bet next time you’re gonna kick his ass,” you assure your boyfriend, you let out a chuckle at your words.

“That’s right! No one can truly defeat the mighty beetle gladiator!” He beams at you before noticing the notebook in your lap, peeking over to see what you’ve been drawing. “Woah, is that me?” He leans even closer, admiring the drawing.

“Yeah, I thought you looked really cute back there,” you admit, a faint blush gracing your cheeks. “Do you like it?”

Itto gives you a bewildered look. “Do I like it? Well no… I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT! I mean, come on, this is perfect! Totally captures how cool I am!”

You giggle and lean your head against his shoulder. “I think it doesn’t quite do your awesomeness justice, but I’m glad you like it.” You carefully tear out the piece of paper and hand it to him. “Here… It may not be a victory trophy, but maybe it’ll make you feel a little better?”

He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer with a wide grin. “Hell yeah! I don’t even care that I lost anymore… Who cares about some lost fight when I’ve got the most amazing and talented partner ever?”

#albedo #kaeya #itto #albedo x reader #kaeyae x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto #arataki itto x reader #Genshin impact #fluff #ahhhh feels so good to be writing again #the Valentine's stuff is still being worked on but i REALLY wanted to post smth again in between #and this was super refreshing #especially itto #he's just so fun to write tbh #such a sweet goofball <3 #chat: requests #about: anon

[taetaespeaches]

“Are you kidding? My heart nearly gave out.”

namjoon x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1K

a/n: The Pink Joon 2.0 reveal was honestly a whole ass moment. So why not write a fic about it, right? I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading! :))

p.s. I quickly wrote this as a sort of request to help cheer an anon up so it’s pretty unedited and not the best, but I hope it serves the purpose <3 

On your days off, it wasn’t necessarily rare for Namjoon to call you and ask for your company at the studio. However, bringing the dog along was rather different.

Just moments earlier the man rang you up, asking very nicely, almost too nicely, for you to bring Monie to the studio for a visit.

When you playfully but sassily asked, “Is my presence desired or should I just send Monie with a staff member?” Namjoon chuckled, telling you, “of course I want you here… but I just need Monie for a bit.”

After a roll of your eyes and a teasingly reluctant, “yeah, yeah, love you too,” at the end of the call, you found yourself in the car bringing the dog to your boyfriend.

For some reason, this was a no questions asked situation. Bring the dog and you’d find out what your boyfriend was up to. Namjoon was always a bit silly and dorky, but this sort of randomness was not as common.

Making your way through the company building proved to be a challenge as plenty of staff were thrilled to see the dog happily walking beside you on his leash, everyone cooing and taking their time to greet and pet the pup. With the way Monie acted, soaking in every bit of attention given to him, you’d swear he was neglected all day. He was quite the actor.

Giggling at Monie’s big smile and excited wiggles, you led him down the corridor after he had finally decided he had enough attention. “Come on bubs, we gotta find dad,” you told the dog as he walked alongside you, happily looking around the hallway. “Do we think he’s in his studio?” You continued communicating with Monie as you made your way closer to the RKive.

However, you were stopped in your tracks when the door opened, a man stepping halfway through the doorway when his gaze met your own, halting his own motions.

He looked like your boyfriend, but he couldn’t be; your eyes must have been deceiving you. Because last you checked, which was that very morning, your boyfriend did not have pink fucking hair.

That dimpled smile though sure did look like Namjoon’s, and when Monie spotted his dad down the hallway he whimpered in excitement. Dropping the leash to allow him to dart toward the man, you couldn’t even coo at the cuteness of the fluffy animal due to the shock of seeing your boyfriend in all his pink glory.

“Hey Monie,” Namjoon greeted the dog, crouching down to pet him and allow the dog to jump on him in excitement, all while you stayed in place, staring at the deceiver in shock. “Daisy,” the man yelled out toward you, standing up and opening his arms for a hug. “Come here,” he smiled widely as you shook your head at him, a smile of your own curving on your lips. The dog made his way inside the studio, his leash in tow as he explored the familiar surroundings, making himself right at home.

“Kim Namjoon,” you whisper shouted at him as you quickly stepped toward him. Pulling an expression of excitement and disbelief, you appeared in front of him, the man wrapping his arms around your waist instantly as yours draped around the back of his neck. He tugged you against his frame tightly as he rocked you back and forth in a tight hug.

“What the fuck?” You asked in surprise, your lips brushing against his cheek as you attempted to get a look at his hair, your fingers digging into the strands at the back of his head. “When-” you started, cutting yourself off when Namjoon loosened his hold on you so you could lean back to take a proper look at him. “What?!” You asked in utter excitement, a smile spreading on your lips as you tugged on his locks. “Oh my god.”

He looked good. Really fucking good.

Brushing your fingers through his fringe that was nicely coiffed, you shook your head at him as he beamed back at you. “Dimples, you look amazing,” you complimented before adding, “you fucking lying betrayer,” with a giggle.

Namjoon ducked his head in laughter, looking up at you with an expression that almost appeared bashful. “It looks ok?” He asked, an uncertainty present in his tone as you scoffed at him.

“Babe, you look incredible,” you assured him, brushing your fingers through his hair once more as if the action enunciated your sincerity. “I’m shocked but in the best way,” you told him, leaning toward him and kissing him softly, the man tightening his hold on you just slightly as he kissed you back. “Pleasantly surprised to say the absolute least,” you mumbled against his lips, appreciating the way you could feel his form into a smile in response to your words. “Is this your attempt at a redemption arc?” You questioned with a playful smirk, the man scoffing at you. “Making up for the actions of your former pink self?” You continued teasing him, both of you thinking back to the man’s appearance on the show Weekly Idol. It really wasn’t that bad, but he liked to play up how badly it haunted him.

“I need you to take some pictures of me with Monie,” he told you, ignoring your teasing, leaning back to look at you as he spoke the words. Smiling in realization, you nodded slowly.

“You’re literally going to kill your fans, you know that?” You informed and questioned him, the man chuckling with a nod.

“And you? How’s your pulse?” He asked with a smirk, you smiling as you jokingly clutched your heart.

“Are you kidding? My heart nearly gave out,” you teased, the man laughing as he pulled you into another hug before kissing the top of your head, chuckling against your hair.

When he posted the photos later, all hell really did break loose. And quite honestly, you couldn’t blame the fans for their reaction. Your boyfriend was certainly proof that ‘all men do is lie’. But he was a sweet dimply pink haired beauty of a man, so it was ok. He was easy to forgive.

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[spxllcxstxr]

Cramps and Comfort • S.B

(GIF not mine)

Request: hi. I know you probably have a lot of requests and school on your head, but can I ask for a blurb/imagine with Sirius in the marauders era? so basically, before and while I’m on my period I get very insecure about everything about my looks. I’m crying about every little thing, I feel like shit and don’t have any energy. every single month. would you be comfortable writing an imagine where maybe he comforts the reader? Thank you!!! 🥺 — anon

Summary: Periods are terrible things, aren’t they? It’s a good thing Sirius is here to comfort you.

Warnings: periods, body insecurity, looks insecurity, cramps and all that, a litter self deprecating, comparisons, but Sirius comes to comfort you

Word Count: 978

A.N: uhhhh yeah I finished it! It’s shorter than what I would’ve liked, but I like to think I have some good Sirius dialogue in here! Also implied bi!Sirius because I hc him as bi so....hope you enjoy and I love you all ❤️

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The mirror in your dorm room had been charmed to not show your reflection. You consider the day you mastered that spell in fourth year one of the best days of your life, considering how useful it’s been to you ever since.

Like today, as you pace around your room, cringing at the painful stabs shooting all over your torso.

You would absolutely love to lay back down in your bed, smothering yourself in your pillows and blankets, but you know that you wouldn’t get up ever again. And you don’t want to miss your date with Sirius, one he’s actively missing Quidditch practice to take you on.

But the cramps were bad and you’re pretty certain your face is contorted into a permanent grimace, simply unflattering.

This thought has you stopping dead in your tracks, sending your mind spiraling down into thoughts of similar nature.

Merlin, you must look like a wreck at this point. Just an hour before this you were crying in the shower, so your face must still be all blotchy and red, right? Your lip wobbles at how hideous you must look at the moment.

You feel bloated and uncomfortable in your own skin, and did you even want to show your face around the castle?

You’d embarrass Sirius by just walking next to him through the corridors!

Sirius Black deserves some pretty girl or handsome guy beside him, not you.

And that’s the final straw that gets you to bury yourself under your blankets and draw the curtains shut around your bed.

You draw your knees close to your chest, trying to relieve at least some of the pain that’s throbbing across your pelvis and curling down your spine. Small whimpers leave your mouth as you try to get comfortable in the most uncomfortable situation. Nothing seems to work so you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Oi, love!” You hear from the doorway to your dorm. “Usually I’m the late one...” Sirius’ voice trails off as his footsteps stop at the foot of your bed.

“(Y/n)? You here?”

You roll your eyes at his stupidity, just because the curtains are closed, doesn’t mean no one’s wallowing in despair behind them.

Just then, pain ripples through your abdomen, resulting in you letting out a low whine. With Sirius now alerted to your position, you hide your face in your sheets.

“Hey, what’s the matter? I should be the one bawling my eyes out considering my own girlfriend stood me up.” He jokes, chuckling.

Sirius brings his hand to lay on top of yours, caressing the back of it. His touch is delicate as he traces circles across your skin.

His nails are a glossy and fiery red, something Dorcas and Marlene did to him out of pure boredom during History of Magic. The red looks good on your boyfriend, usually he’s more of a black and silver kind of guy.

“What’s wrong, hm? Did something happen?” Sirius asks, his tone laced with concern.

“I just hurt.” Your reply is muffled by your mattress, yet Sirius hears you perfectly.

Quickly, he kicks off his boots, each one thunking against your nightstand.

“Well lucky for you, nine out of ten healers prescribe me as the prefect remedy.” He chuckles.

Sirius gets under the covers behind you, his chest pressing up against your achy back, one arm thrown over your torso. His warm hand rubs circles over your abdomen.

The gesture is soothing and alleviates some of your agony.

“Whoever that one healer is, they must’ve lost their gobstones.” You hum in content.

“Believe it or not, love,” Sirius remarks from between your shoulder blades. “it’s Poppy that disagrees.”

The snort that exits your body and practically echos throughout the dorm is disturbing and unfavorable, leaving you reeling back in disgust.

“Aw, that was adorable.” Sirius laughs, nuzzling closer to the curve of your neck.

“It was gross, Sirius!” You cry. “I’m gross!”

The way tears begin to flood your eyes is majorly uncharacteristic of you, usually any compliment from Sirius was treasured. But this time, it just sets you off.

You squeeze your eyes tight, listening as Sirius sits up from his position behind you.

“What’re you on about? Where’s this all coming from?” He asks, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t know, ok? I just don’t feel right!” You mumble into your sheets, more tears dripping onto them.

“Tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, love. I wanna help.”

You can just imagine the wounded look on his face, how his big puppy dog eyes are piercing into the back of your head. They’re probably shining with unshed tears, too.

“I’m not pretty.” You argue.

“Not pretty?” Sirius gasps. “(Y/n), you’re the most gorgeous person here! The way your eyes sparkle and how your smile always manages to captivate me even though I’ve seen it thousands of times...”

You shift awkwardly at his confession, and you end up sitting with your back against the headboard, arms still cradling your aching abdomen.

“You’re just saying that because I’m your girlfriend.” You sniff, starting to rub your eyes with your sleeves.

“I’m saying this because I love you, (Y/n).” Sirius admits, cupping the side of your face. His grey eyes gaze deeply into your own. “I love you just the way you are.”

“But—“

“No buts, love.” He grins, his thumb lightly tapping your cheekbone. “I love you no matter what.”

Your lips wobbles at the sincerity in his voice, so you throw your arms around his neck, quickly burying your face into his shirt.

He pats the small of your back.

“You don’t have to cry, love. I don’t know how to deal with girls crying.” Sirius awkwardly chuckles, though he’s still squeezing you between his arms.

“Well get used to it, this’ll be a monthly occurrence.”

“Anything for you, love.”

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Sirius Taglist: @quindolyn @fific7 @msmb @lunalovecroft

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[the-kingshound]

ROs reactions to MC becoming a cold and calculated killing machine because of the torture with RO now being their only soft spot?

Ohh, anon, I love this ask and since in game action will have permanent consequences I will make a follow up of this scenario so every RO's MC has been through a different kind of torture. It got a bit long, sorry, I kept writing and writing!

Arthur

When the Knights see you, they bow.

"Your Majesty."

You nod in their direction, signing them to raise. You then unsheathe your sword and stare at them with a pragmatic, focused glance "follow my lead."

You join the battle only after the second wave, attacking from the side and rapidly gaining the upper hand. When no more opponents stand in the field but injured and dying fighters, your chest heaves and your sword drips crimson blood from the tip.

"Your Majesty, a couple dozens of rival soldiers are retreating in the woods."

Your voice betrays nothing but a cold type of control when you answer "get the heavy chivalry to chase them. If possible, we take prisoners."

"Yes, your Majesty."

Arthur will be here shortly, you think just before you start metodically cleaning your sword to sheathe it. Your King, as you predicted, reaches your small group of knights shortly after. He seems to glow like a majestic, regal vision in the bright daylight. You can never get enough.

As you approach his knights, between rigid strides you crouch down briefly to pick up something from the grassy field. You have most of the knights eyes on you as you get near your husband and offer him a daisy.

He takes it with a radiant light in his eyes, you know that the softness there is more than reflected in yours. You plant a soft kiss on his cheek before you retreat.

"For you, my King."

And when Arthur keeps you close at night in your shared bed, holding your hand and kissing your knuckles one by one, you know you you could lose you fingers and your ability to wear his ring, but never his unrestrained, blinding love.

Evaine

Arthur strides through the castle's halls with his usual composed demeanor, exhuding a reflective sense of peace that is only exterior. Inside, he is worried and scared. Ever since the kidnapping, you've been cold and distant. More focused, in a way, calculated when you would have hesitated before. No matter the thin scar that marked your face or the limp that now slowed you down in combat, you were merciless. Arthur just wants you to feel safe again.

He rounds the corner and stops in front of his knight's door. He knocks and recieves no answer, probably because of the sound of more than one voice inside. Slowly, the King opens the door, calling with a soft voice "Evaine?"

The sight that greets him is... unexpected.

Evaine's room is drowning in garments, dresses, robes and cloaks are all over the bed and the large vanity. You're standing in front of the mirror, Evaine is just behind you, their finger ghosting on your skin as they tie a golden neckerchief around your neck.

As soon as Arthur's presence is noted, you clear your throat, molding your expression back in a neutral one, but not quite as closed off as the one you always wear.

"So, how do I look?"

You turn around to let him see the dress in its entirety, the wip scars quite visible on your back. Arthur's pained grimance fades quicky in favour of a soft, sincere smile "you're stunning."

His attention is then on his knight. Evaine is radiant, more relaxed than he's seen them in a very long time. More... present. They've not been well for the past months.

"You wanted to talk to me, my King?"

"Yes," Arthur nods "since I had to reschedule some of today's appointments, your schedule has been rearranged. You have the rest of the afternoon free."

If that's not entirely the truth - Arthur was in need of a Knight for the squire training, but it was also true that it has been too long since he's had fun with the younglings - no one needs to know.

And with a cheeeful "have fun" he's out of the room.

You look at the dress you're currently wearing in the mirror one more time, than turn back and take another robe, soft and tighter fitting, from Evaine's wardrobe.

"How about this?" you ask them.

"Mh," they hum, giving it a very serious assessment "it would compliment your eyes perfectly. And it's not that heavy compared to the previous ones."

You send them a blinding smile, trowing your arms over them in a playful hug, than you let them help you hastly put it on.

Sometimes you forget yourself to the memories and the freezing phantom of a long gone pain, but everytime Evaine is there to bring you back, offering distractions that bring you joy and happiness. That night Evaine tells you you're the most beautiful and bright star in the sky and, for the first time since the kidnapping, you believe them.

Morien

Whispers of the King's hound gone rabid have all but taken hold of the settlements near Kev, the last town to know your uncontained fury as your informants found some dissidents nobles. You made sure not to leave the town unscathed to be of warning for whoever next dared to conspire against the King.

There are frightened voices murmuring of an heartless punisher, what they recount are mostly exaggerated distortions of true events, but they do get right the almost lifeless glint in your eyes as you write down orders.

At this point, even some knights are scared of you, of the seemingly merciless way you stare down at them without ever breathing a word. There is only one person able to get past the coldness that replaced your lost tongue, and it's the court physician.

You are currently in Morien's arms, buried in the familiarity of their scent that is secure and grounding. This feels like a rare privilege for how much Morien usually shyes away contact. With you they have reached a level of comfort, through, that sees you gifted with the warmth of their body whenever you need it and you couldn't be more grateful for that.

"Plans for today?" they ask you a rough but comforting tone of voice.

Frighten the knights, you sign and instantly they let out a humored chuckle.

"Alright, you have my attention. How do you want to proceed?"

Just tell them I want to see them all in the courtyard. They skipped training yesterday and went out drinking to celebrate. you let out a voiceless hum  I'm not really mad but they don't know that.

Morien's laugh is brief but sincere "well, let's go then."

And as you get ready, you tie a red ribbon to your wrist, very alike the ones that sometimes Morien themselves ties to their cane. The physician looks as it and then their eyes are fixed on your face with a mixture of emotion that is both fondness and tender adoration. You shrug, then offer them your arm as you walk in silence through the halls in the courtyard's direction.

Gwyar

The mark has made very difficult for people to meet your eyes and watch you in the face. You don't hold it against them, though, you know you're not an easy sight. The only ones in this room who can actually stomach it are Arthur and Gwyar, and while the King can hardly suppress the guilt, your manservant has managed to push it down in favour of their usual attentive posture.

With a fluent movement they are beside you, refilling your cup of whine and whispering in your ear with a bland tone.

"Lady Deva is under the impression that a necklace has been stolen by the less than reputable Lord Havet."

Your interest piqued, you arch a brow in their direction, only to catch at the corner of your eye the sparkling of jewelry.

Careful to mantain a neutral expression, you subtly extend your arm in their direction with the open palm facing upwards. Gwyar lets the necklace fall in your possession with an effortless movement, then they fall back behind you with the grace of a liquid shadow they've always possessed. No one seems to have noticed the brief exchange.

It does take the meal to finish before finally some action unfolds. You register Lady Deva bringing her fingers to her empty collarbone and instantly her eyes snap to the Lord at her side.

"How dare you" she hisses, low enough not to make a scene but with enough vehemence to make him reel back.

"My Lady, I sincerely don't know what-"

"My necklace."

"What of it?"

By now the altercation has managed to attract most of the other nobles attention. The argument gets heated quickly and as the situation unfolds you fail to contain a wicked grin. Arthur, to your left, is surprised by it ony for a second, then he catches the feral glint in Gwyar's eyes, just behind you, and he has to bring a hand to his mouth to suppress a laugh of his own.

Taking pity on them, you clear your throat, your voice steel cold but not unkind "did it have by chance an engraved pendant?"

The scraped sound of your voice, a bit rough from unuse, is enough to snap the entire room to silence and attention. The lady's eyes widen as she watches you extract the necklace out of your robe, her eyes immediately falling off your face as her expression contorts into a mixture of embarassment and fear.

"I found it just outside of the chamber, in the hall."

"Ah, I- I probably lost it" the lady stammers and you have to figh your lips from curling upwards as another wave of hilarity hits you.

That night, Gwyar is so undeniably proud of your performance you can only laugh with them and take them in your arms as you both fall on the bed. They let their gaze wonder on your face and they breathe out a raspy praise. You are motionless as they kiss your mark and you think in that instant that you'd let it happen only with them. Only with them - and the phrase holds a strange type of comfort.

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[fireflykaizoku]

Hi Lari! If it’s ok, can I request Ace x female Reader with camping & prompt: “Your shirt got a little dirty, how about we take it off?” in the canon AU? Whether you want it to be fluff or NSFW is up to you! ^ ^ Thank you so much! ❣️❣️🔥

helloo anon my love! how are youu? i decided to make a cute sfw scenario! i just love some ace fluff! i hope you like it! ❤

Whitebeard decided to send you and Ace on a mission, only the two of you. The man knew what he was doing, since you and the second commander had something going on, nothing serious yet. It was more than friends with benefits and less than a relationship, but it was also too recent to label it as anything. You two were almost like two teenagers in love, and your captain found it very funny. So of course, he wouldn’t miss the opportunity to make you and Ace share a tent for a few weeks.

That night was your second night on the mission. The two of you were sitting outside, finishing eating the marshmallows Ace roasted with his own devil fruit powers. You were next to him, resting your head on his shoulders, talking about the mission, about the crew and about Ace’s brother, Luffy. He was very proud of his younger brother, and you found it very sweet of him. You barely noticed the warm marshmallow fall from the stick, staining your only clean shirt.

You cursed in silence, looking at the mess.

— Your shirt got a little dirty, how about we take it off? — he suggested, widening his eyes as soon as he realized what he just had said. — I mean, I didn’t mean like that, I mean… I have a spare shirt, you can put it on.

You felt your cheeks getting warm, but couldn’t help giggling at the man stumbling on his words, worried about being misunderstood. It was even cute.

— It’s alright. — you said. — I… Can you get me the shirt, please? My others are still drying now, this was the only one left.

Quickly, Ace got up and went inside the tent to get one of his few shirts. It was a light yellow button up shirt he didn’t wear often. The freckled boy handed it to you, still embarrassed at his previous words. You smiled and thanked him before entering the tent and changing into the clean shirt.

When you left the tent, he looked at you, his cheeks became red and his jaw dropped. You always looked beautiful, but there was something about seeing you in his shirt, in the moonlight while the wind touching your skin was making you shiver. He couldn’t find better words to describe you other than “majestic” or “mesmerizing”.

— What? — you looked away, avoiding his gaze and wondering what he was staring at.

— You look beautiful. — Ace said under his breath, still admiring your figure. — I mean, you always do, but…

You smiled softly, feeling your cheeks getting warm and trying to fight the urge to hide your face in your hands. His compliments always sounded so sincere, it made you incredibly shy every time.

— Well… Do you want to go to bed? — you asked, pointing to the tent. It was already quite late and you knew you had a long day ahead.

Ace nodded, getting up and following you back to the tent. Your lover made himself comfortable and you lied down as well. It was a bit awkward, it was your second night ever sleeping together, sharing a “bed” and being this close with no one around.

You moved closer, trying to get some body warmth and be able to sleep in that chilly night. Ace wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

You couldn’t tell if it was his devil fruit powers or if the man was actually very warm, but it felt so comfortable. It was better than sleeping with five blankets.

— Good night, fire boy. — you smiled, placing a soft kiss on his lips and making your cold nose touch his face.

— Good night, firefly. — he placed another chaste kiss on your lips. — Sleep well.

Feeling your eyelids getting heavier, it didn’t take you long to fall asleep. However, Ace was still awake, looking at your peaceful features, sleeping soundly. You still had almost a month left in the mission, but he wanted it to last forever if it meant sleeping next to you every night.

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[carnationcreation]

Hi!! could you do a hunter bradley one where he is very nice and sweet to the reader who is also a ranger and whenever it’s revealed he’s one of the thunder rangers it takes her forever to forgive him when he comes back but he keeps trying to get her to forgive him and she eventually does?

thank you!

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Request: (tumblr anon) Hi!! could you do a hunter bradley one where he is very nice and sweet to the reader who is also a ranger and whenever it’s revealed he’s one of the thunder rangers it takes her forever to forgive him when he comes back but he keeps trying to get her to forgive him and she eventually does? Thank you!

Prompt/summary: Hunter tries to make things right with the girl he hurt

Word Count: 1,012

A/N: I'm so sorry this is pretty short, schools been kinda crazy! But I hope you enjoy :)

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For a moment, I wanted to believe I was hallucinating.

I wanted to believe that the two thunder rangers weren’t in front of me, and that one of them wasn’t the same guy that had brought me a flower last week to my workplace. The same guy who I was supposed to go on a date with.

The same guy who had stolen my sensei.

Even after we got sensei back, even after Hunter and Blake both promised that they would fight with us instead of against us, the pain of the betrayal still stung.

It was hard to handle. Every time I would see him I would get myself out of the situation as fast as I could to avoid looking him in the eye. But he was starting to get harder to avoid.

Thinking back on every single day we spent together, every single compliment and smile he threw my way stung.

I really thought he liked me, and that he wasn't just using me to get close to the rangers.

Hayley had hired the brothers to work at the shop. The same shop I worked at and spent most of my free time at. The thought of spending most of my shift in the same building as him made me sick to my stomach, but I knew I needed to stomach it for today.

Hayley asked me to manage the newest shipment of helmets and make sure everything was properly stocked for the week. I sighed as I opened the door to the shop, walking over to the radio to let music fill the empty store.

A tap on my shoulder made me jump, lifting my hand up to slap the hand away.

“Ow!”

I glared, “What are you doing here Hunter?”

“I… was scheduled to work today. Hayley said something about unloading a shipment-”

“I’m doing that today,” I huffed, “Don’t you have repairs to work on or something?”

Hunter rolled his eyes, “No… and we really have to make up if we’re going to be on the same team-”

I felt my eyes prick with tears, I didn’t even let him finish as I spun on my heel to head to the stockroom. The feeling of my chest tightening made me feel panicked. Panicked over the fact he had that much of an effect on me.

“(Y/n), we really need to talk about this.”

I huffed, “What is there to talk about? That you lied to me and you’re hiding a bunch of secrets from the person you wanted to date-”

“I never meant to hurt you,” he said softly.

“Well you did,” I bit back.

“Can you please forgive me?” Hunter reached out and took my hand gently.

I pulled my hand back to my side, “Maybe, but right now it still hurts.”

Hunter didn’t say anything else as we silently unloaded and stocked the shipment.

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The next few days I avoided him. Training felt so suffocating. I stayed focused on the exercise and when I was done I left as soon as I could. Luckily no attacks had happened for almost two days so the Rangers and I were able to rest for our next battle. Everyone seemed to notice me drifting farther and farther away from the people I used to call my family, my best friends.

“(Y/n), you should really hear him out.”

I huffed, throwing another punch at her she blocked effortlessly, “I did. And he never truly apologized.”

“Did he really get the chance to? You’ve been avoiding him all week.” She said.

She had a point, I sighed and dropped my fighting stance to put my hands on my hips.

Tori dug into her pocket, pulling out a note she put into my hand, “He asked me to give this to you. Just at least go hear him out. He hasn’t been the same since you started ignoring him.”

I looked down at the small piece of paper in my hand as Tori left me alone in Ninja Ops.

Meet me at our spot at 6:30, please I need to tell you something -H

I knew exactly where he meant. Our spot near the ocean.

It couldn’t hurt, maybe he had something he wanted to say after all.

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The rock was a special spot for the both of us. Before, we had sat here listening to the sound of the water crashing onto the shore, talking until the sun dipped below the horizon. I hadn’t been here since he had revealed himself as the crimson ranger.

I checked my watch.

6:43

I glanced around. Hoping to see any sign of the blond before I decided to call it a night and head home. Where was he? He was the one that wanted to talk to me.

Finally after a few minutes I decided to walk back to my car, I slipped down off the boulder before heading back up the bank.

“(Y/n)!”

Finally.

Hunter caught up to me on the beach, his jersey was torn and covered in dirt and sand. In his hand was a beat up bouquet of flowers he held out to me with a nervous smile, “These… were supposed to be for you. I kinda crashed on the way here. That’s why I was late and why these look so terrible-”

I smiled gently and took the bundle of pink roses, “They’re lovely. Thank you.”

“I’m really sorry. For everything.”

“I know,” I nodded, “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you.”

Hunter put his hands in his pockets nervously, “I understand why, I know I really hurt you.”

I looked up at him, seeing his eyes full of sincerity.

“If you would let me, I wanna make it up to you. Can we start over?”

I smiled, taking his hand gently, “I don’t think I could ever stay mad at you.”

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