#♪♪ darling's suggestions

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╭   usernames :

|  pukaranger

|  ryuseatai

|  markofmystery

|  revolu5tar

|  farawaysea

|  humanrebound

|  peculiarwaves

╭   prns :

|  no prns

|  mer/mers

|  sie/hir/hirs

|  sho/shor/shores

|  floa/float/floats

|  gi/gill/gills

|  drea/dream/dreams

|  tide/tides

|  bubble/bubbles

|  splish/splash

|  🐠/🐠s

|  🌊/🌊s

╭   titles :

| the deep-sea jellyfish

| the blue shooting star

| one who can save prnself

| the living false god

| the heartbeat of the ocean

| the sea-dweller who cannot swim

| one who yearns for the water

| the luminous supernova

| the eccentric hero

| the mysterious envoy 

| prn who found where prn belongs

♪ upt pack for : anon ♪

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♪ MILLION DOLLAR MAN. (💌)

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: you need a bodyguard, and simon's the only one you can trust. for now.

tags: fluff, angst (ish), hurt/comfort, romance, soft!simon, bodyguard!ghost, model!reader, trust issues, hints to a panic attack, you have a bad dad (and family)

        There's an ugly yellow folder on your vanity, sticking out like a sore thumb.

That's the first thing you see.

There's a hitch in your breath before you speak. "Vel," you walk over to your desk and call out to the lovely girl with your coat over her arm, your favorite maid. "What's this?" With manicured nails, you pick up the folder cautiously with the feeling of familiarity and déjà vu.

Veliana tilts her head to the side, the clueless little bird she is. "A folder, miss." You huff a smile out at her simple response, the pretty little thing never knowing better. "Please give Noah a call." You tell her and she nods her head automatically, still smiling at you.

When she carefully places your coat on the rack, she scurries off to who knows where. You're left in the comforts of your too-large room, a delicate piece of work that you'd paid thousands of dollars for after your face had snatched the interests of magazines, reporters, and such. You find that there are even uglier men inside when you open the flimsy thing in your hand.

Veliana is breathless when she comes back to you like the obedient girl she is, handing over the phone with your manager's name on it.

"What's wrong, darling girl?" Noah asks, annoyance seeping into his tone despite the usual pet name. "What's with the profiles?" you question right back, flipping through the folders, carefully scanning each gruesome man with horrifying detail. You already know the answer, but you dread it.

"About time you actually considered my suggestion," he voices out. "You need a new bodyguard."

  You find that your new bodyguard is just as noticeable as the folder you threw away without much thought. There's people staring at him when they would be gawking at you. 

Simon Riley is a trusted man; at least that's what you try to tell your manager. A remarkable 6'4 military man who should be off in a bar with beer – he drinks whiskey, imbecile – or resting in a broke-down apartment, not babysitting his model of a friend. Honestly, you wouldn't have minded it if he acted just a little annoyed at you, but he doesn't even spare you so much as a glare. You're not sure if you should be glad or not.

You have to admit that you do feel a little smug when your manager avoids yelling at you with Simon glaring daggers at him. Then again, there's this anxious feeling pooling at your stomach when he gets a little too close. He's certainly scarier than the last one.

His large hand calms you down when it lands on your lower back and sneaks his warmth through your thin clothing. You let out a breath, as if he'd just commanded you to do so without a word.

  Simon should be in his awfully empty apartment, sleeping the day off or making a small trip to the groceries for necessities fresh out of deployment. But when he opened the door to you, who's clearly so troubled and almost begging to help you out with.. whatever it was you asked, how could he say no? 

"It's just temporary, I swear. I just need some time to do a proper background check on the other bodyguards."

Given that your shitty father's in jail with unfinished as well as illegal business, it wouldn't be proper of him to let a civilian walk around with danger right at her back. That's what he says to himself, anyway.

He's just not so sure he signed up for the right job as a bodyguard. Truth be told, he would've preferred to be your boyfriend.. but as long as he has rights to protect you, then he won't complain.

He's well aware of the men coming for your neck for a variety of reasons. Some out of jealousy – Simon thinks that the fashion industry might as well be a warzone. Maybe that's why he accepted this in the first place – and some because of your problematic family.

He's also heard about your past cowardly bodyguards, if you can even call them that after they'd left you in the face of death. It's a wonder how you're still alive, but he wouldn't dare question it.

It doesn't help, not really, when there's an ear-deafeaning explosion and a panicked angel in his arms, clutching onto him for dear life. "Simon," you all but whimper, labored breaths and uncontrollable tears slipping out of you.

He hushes you, coos at you as sweet as he possibly can. He soothes you and cradles you against his chest as he shoots back at death and carries you to safety when the storm of chaos calms. And he never leaves. Not once.

Not even when you're well and sitting on the cold bed of an even colder hospital room. You'd begged him to stay and lay with you, and when he does, you insist that you owe him your life, and he tells you he's just doing his job.

Still, you can't help that you push yourself closer to him. "Thank you," you whisper, "for staying."

"'M yours to keep." Simon gruffs out, "my loyalty and life belongs to you. All of it." And so does his heart.

(bodyguard!ghost is just modern knight!ghost to me :3c)

        divider by @cafekitsune !

[swee7dream]

hi vixy! i miss you sm 😞🫶 being here is just not the same when i'm not interacting w/ you (ノ_＜。) and im here in your inbox for a request!

remember when i always gush about your use of endearments? atm, im craving for a hc fic of 7dreamies using their favorite endearment/petname/nickname for reader >< i absolutely think that they have their own ways and the oddest yet the most endearing nicknames for their special ppl and i think about it everytime i read your fics bcuz there is that kind of spice of it in your works (*^-^) and i love it ^^

i hope you're doing well, love! have a great day (人´ｴ`*)♪

xoxo, wynnie.

7dream's nicknames for their partners nct dream x f!reader

genres fluff, established relationship warnings feminine pet names used, quasi-suggestive but not really ( renjun ) author's note omg not the love letter in my inbox !!! love u 5ever wynnie . sorry the bulletpoints are kinda short, i tried to make up for it in the mini-fics ! ty for the request + i hope u like it !

mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ)

a very simple, casual guy

babe, dude (romantically), my girl

he can’t even tease you when you tell him it gives you butterflies because he’s the exact same way, giggling into his hand and turning away to hide his silly grin from you

call him dude though? he’ll be sulky until the next day (as if, he melts into a puddle with just one kiss)

“dude,” mark calls out from the hallway, still unsure where everything is still, being your first sleepover. “have you seen my charger? i don’t know where i left it.” “i dunno, man. you should ask your girlfriend.” “wow…” he extends the word in between laughter. he shuffles in his slides back into the bedroom, doubling over your body laying comfortably under sheets. “you are my girlfriend.” “nuh-uh. i’m your dude. your bro. your homeslice.” you over-emphasize the last word, flicking your tongue like a snake. “more like my homewife.” he giggles, reaching up to peck your lips. “that was terrible.” “come on! that’s worth at least half a point.” “negative eight thousand points.”

huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

my love, darling, sweetheart

in my heart of hearts i view huang renjun as the definition of a romantic

maybe he won’t have diamond necklaces for you every date night, but he always makes sure to show his love in the small, important things

he has your favorite snack for when you get home, changes the bedsheets when you forget to, and refills the soap bottles in the bathroom before you even notice you’re running low

“you took care of the dishes.” renjun jumps in his seat, not even hearing when you came in. “i did.” he turns from his canvas to look at you, smiling as you’re already wrapping your arms around his waist. “how was your day, my love?” “exhausting. you are the sexiest man alive, you know that?” you mumble into his hair. “for washing dishes?” “so hot.” you nod, squeezing him tighter. “gee, thanks,” he chuckles, reaching a hand up to scratch your head. “how about a bath? wash away all that exhaustion.” “join me?” you pout. “of course, darling.”

lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა

doll, baby, babydoll

you are a living, breathing doll to him and everyone needs to know!!!!!

he forgets he’s literally mr. ferragamo sometimes and just stares at you with super heart eyes like:

wow (ෆ人ෆ) that’s my baby

“what about this one?” you spin in to give jeno a 360. “i really liked it in the store but i’m not so sure about it now.” “you’re the prettiest girl ever, doll.” jeno sits with his legs spread, his hands in the middle holding the edge of the chair he sits on. “pretty, pretty, pretty.” “thank you, jen.” you look at him. “but i’m asking about the clothes. i don’t know if this shade suits me! or maybe it’s the texture of the clothes? actually, it might be the material.” “everything suits you. if it doesn’t, it’s because the designer was stupid. you’re the pinnacle of fashion, babydoll.” “you’re silly.” you giggle, walking toward him to dig your fingers into the back of his hair. “you don’t think i should return it?” “absolutely not. you look great in red, baby.” “this is white, jen.” “whatever. gimme a kiss.”

lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ

baby, sunshine, sweetheart (derogatory)

outsiders looking in eavesdropping on your conversations don’t know if you’re about to bite each other heads off or make out against the wall

what else could you expect from haechan ‘dating is so boring, let's be best friend and act like in a relationship’ lee

you feel a dark energy looming over your shoulder, as you often have since saying yes to your first date with hyuck. you continue to feel it as your card taps on the reader, beeping happily at the successful payment, unaware of the incoming chaos. “oh heck yeah! thanks for the food, sis!” haechan’s hand sneaks around to hold the back of your head, pulling you into a deep kiss. he only squeals like an anime girl as your hands slide up to push him away and turn to the cashier, apologizing profusely and failing to convince them that you’re not, in fact, related. “thanks for treating me, sweetheart.” “hey siri, search shooting ranges near me.” “wait, baby no-”

na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

lovey, princess, my muse

fun fact: he loves being called prince. having matchy matchy names makes his heart full and gives his life purpose (his words)

i put those three down but honestly, it really depends on the day. he’s constantly making new ones every single hour

he sees you in the flowers growing in the cracks in the sidewalk (‘petal’), in the songs of the birds outside (‘birdy’), in that one painting he saw back in a museum in italy (‘angel’)

“oh wait, i like these!” you swipe through some candid photos jaemin took of you of a trip you two took a while back on his phone. “how come you didn’t send me these?” “if i sent you every picture i took of you you would think i’m a crazed stalker.” “i know you are and i still love you.” you smile at him before turning back to the phone screen. “urgh. you’re always changing my name in your contacts. what is it now?” “munchy.” “munchy?” you stare at him with your eyes furrowed, having turned in slow motion as if you heard him wrong. “that was the name of one of the tortoises we saw at the zoo. he was so cute. it reminded me of you when you eat pasta. so you’re munchy.” “…okay, jaem. thanks, i think.”

zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ)

babe, dollface, beautiful

surprisingly, not a big petname user. not at first at least

but one time he clocked you getting pouty and in your head and learned that you liked being called sweet things other than your name.

“what’s wrong with your name? i like your name, dollface.” you can see something switch inside of his mind. “mmm, okay. i’ll try.”

“i miss you…” even through the phone, chenle can’t help but smile at your voice. “please don’t die.” “i’m at the grocery store for ice cream you asked for, dollface. i’m not gonna die.” “what if you get hit by a car?” you sniffle, hormones overwhelming you. “i’ll survive.” “how do you know?” “i just do. you should know by now i’m superman, babe.” “fly home, le. wanna cuddle.” “don’t threaten me with a good time.” he chuckles, phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder as he places your ice cream—and a couple other things he thought you might appreciate—on the counter to be rung up. “stay put, beautiful. i’m coming.”

park jisung (∩˃o˂∩)

babe, dude, pretty (used EXCLUSIVELY behind closed doors)

bro gets embarrassed just breathing air, you think he’s gonna have the guts to be cheesy with you in public?

even calling you babe in public has him with his voice lowered.

it’s really counteractive considering being so shy about things brings only more attention to him from his friends

“could you pass me my phone?” jisung’s request flies over your head as the group conversation is alive and well around you. “babe,” he mutters, finally getting your attention. “can you pass me my phone?” in good 7dream fashion, all the boys ‘ooh’ at him, haechan and mark fangirling obnoxiously. “baby darling sugarplum angelface!” donghyuck mocks, laughing at jisung holding his head in his hands, being consoled by your rubbing his back. “could you pass me my phone, my darling sweetheart pookiebear cupcake?”

author's note i fear i'm running out of themes for fic headers !!!!! why was i not blessed with the moodboard bone all my other lovely mutuals have D:

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝? || 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary_ living the most perfect relationship turned out to be a sharp pain, your boyfriend Reed Richards was married and you didn’t knew, but thankfully, after the storm comes a rainbow.

Warnings_ age gap (not specified, but reader is in uni), ANGST, ANGST, implied smut, retro references, I hate home-wreckers but this is for the plot, DO NOT romaticize this shit irl.

Notes_ I HAVE A REASON TO ADD THE JOE QUINN TAG, PLEASE READ JOHNNY STORM LOVERS, and listen to how did it end?, please please please and Be My Baby with this, worth it.

♪ ♫ Pedro playlist | Reed + Johnny playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)

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The subway was awfully quiet yet at full capacity. You assumed everyone was minding their business as usual, but you thanked them because you could perfectly hear the radio of an elderly man playing “Be My Baby” by The Ronettes, and it made you smile.

Reed loved when you casually hummed and danced to the song as you cooked.

Oh, you were so in love.

It was at the beginning of your third semester of university when you met him. Being so introverted made it sweet and easy when you stepped into the wrong classroom, expecting an art class. Reed Richards, the physics professor let you know you were not in advanced sculpting class. He was so enchanted by your beehive hairstyle matching purple skirt and top, with a lilac sweater that had tiny embedded jewels.

He went to look after you that afternoon, learning you were at least past your teenage years and that you were not a science person like him.

And the rest was history, after months of having casual dates, he visited you often, and even met your parents. You loved him.

Reed was extremely smart. Always brings you the right gifts although you never ask him for anything. Always suggesting the best places to have dinner. It was like he had everything perfectly measured to make you happy.

I'll make you happy, baby,

just wait and see

For every kiss you give me,

I'll give you three.

Your stop was next and you enjoyed the rest of the song as you savored the feeling of being in love.

Walking through the streets you realized you had nothing else to do for the rest of the week regarding academic stuff. You also were expecting to arrive before the sunset at your home to start dinner. Reed was coming and your parents were going to join you two too.

For a moment you don’t think you’ve ever been this happy before.

-

Your dad opened a bottle of wine when you heard a knock on the door and that had you already blushing. You placed more raspberries and sliced lemon pieces on top of the cake you started as soon as you arrived home.

Reed greeted your parents and they welcomed him kindly.

“Our girl is in the kitchen,” your dad said.

“On my way to her,” you giggled, hearing his footsteps.

Immediately his hands came to lock around your waist. Which startled you but soon made you laugh.

“Hello, my love,” he said kissing your cheeks from behind.

“Reed! I’m trying to finish the cake” Giggling and trying to get away from him, he made you spin around before pulling closer and finally plastering a big kiss on your lips.

You melt into his touch in a second.

“Too bad I have more appetite for kissing my girl” you gently pushed him, returning to finish the cake.

“Don’t be like that… I put my heart in this one” Reed got closer, admiring your cooking skills. He then moved his eyes to appreciate you. His smile grew as his heart started beating faster.

“You sing, you dance, you sculpt, cook and bake. Darling, you’re perfect!”

“Kiss me again and I might believe it, baby” his silly smile made you chuckle, accepting his embrace and another kiss. It took you by surprise when gently pinned you against the counter, making you let out a gasp after feeling his manhood brushing your inner thigh.

“Are we still up for dinner?” Your mother called, peeking through the door of the doorframe of the kitchen.

“Yes. Sorry, Mom” you apologized feeling a sudden sense of embarrassment. Reed let you go, immediately helping you to grab some plates.

“We’ll continue this in the studio, darling” his hand reached out and gave you a soft spank in the ass, making your eyes wide open.

“Reed!”

“I said what I said, dear”

You would never deny his touch. The way the mere brush of the tip of his fingers could set you on fire and he perfectly knew the spots to make your body burn. So you just smiled naughtily. When he turned to see you again, you gained the courage to show him the outline of your shiny mint underwear that was lying under your dress.

“You’re killing me, y/n”

“After dinner, you can do everything to stop me”

His face was priceless, he blushed and looked adorable being so.

“How does it feel this summer without teaching?” You heard your father asking Reed after you gently pushed him out of the kitchen.

Between the laughs of your family and boyfriend, and the soft music playing in the background, you feel very happy.

…

“Reed…” you moaned his name as you watched his face under the hem of your dress. His lips were constantly licking your wet folds and had you biting your own hand to prevent louder moans.

“Darling… you are so pretty moaning like that for me” his hands snaked through your ass to the back of your knees, opening your legs even wider.

You were so close, your eyes closed in advance and you grasped at his hair harder.

yes, yes, yes, oh!… oh no.

His watch oddly beeped. The bubble of pleasure exploded, leaving only ashes of what had been the lust.

“I gotta go…” you frowned.

“What?… Why?”

“A friend. From work… he has a deadline for professors, I promised I would send him some of my archives to save him time,” he said and it only made you frown more.

“Can’t you send him the archives at least after making me reach an orgasm?”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll pick you up tomorrow to have breakfast at your favorite place. Then we can have some fun time in my car” he attempted to soothe your worries but it clearly didn’t work.

“Oh… okay, Reed”

He kissed your forehead before squeezing your hand and finally leaving.

The bitter taste of uncertainty hit you. And before you could even prevent it, you were distrusting Reed.

The next morning, while he talked about how lovely you looked and how great was his breakfast, you barely paid attention. While he took your body to the backseat of his car, more than pleasure you felt uncertainty again.

And no matter how much you tried to ignore it, you didn’t believe Reed.

…

It’s all in the past three weeks later. Everything went back to normal, dates were perfect again, and sex was pure gold again. You had no complaints about your relationship with your much older boyfriend.

Even better when he announced he got tickets to see The Beatles on Saturday.

You got your hair straightened. A black turtleneck dress, red seen-through tights, and matching red heels.

Your eyeliner was more perfect than ever. And Reed came to pick you up with a huge bouquet of flowers.

“How did you get the tickets, love?” you asked as he drove.

“Oh, I have a friend who works in the media. A dating show has its target audience set…”

You wonder what show he meant. There were some popular shows on the TV airing at the time. That’s long short story when you notice Reed had been watching you.

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s just that I love the sight of you…” his words made you blush. Much more when he leaned to give you a quick kiss that you enjoyed as if it was the last. His beard tickled you and only made you smile more.

“I don’t want to die without seeing The Beatles, Reed” He started laughing and soon you followed with a giggle.

He pulled into a parking lot, and you already felt excited, seeing the crowds making line to go inside the venue, waiting for the concert to begin.

“Oh, I’m so excited!” You squealed, hurrying to apply some more lipstick before getting out of the car.

“Honey, you don’t need more makeup, you already look gorgeous,” Reed said.

“But it’s your favorite color” he looked, noticing it was indeed his favorite color, crimson red.

“Damn right… it is my favorite color” Both of you laughed as you started walking outside of the parking lot.

He placed his arm around your shoulders but soon you remember.

“Wait!… I forgot my coat” Reed hands you the car keys and you go back.

The last sun's rays hit the car when you open the backseat door. You leaned to grab your coat, but a shimmery item caught your attention.

Locked under the passenger seat, you struggle to grab the object, not being able to see just guided by the touch.

First, you felt a paper and a harder one, like a card. Then, with your pinky fingers, you felt a cold rounded object.

Your heart pounded as you fished the object with your pinky fingers.

An ID from the NASA that belonged to a woman, named Susan Richards aka Sue Storm. She was older, but extremely pretty; blonde, blue eyes, perfect nose, perfect hair, just some years younger than Reed.

A picture of your boyfriend with the same woman of the ID, both looking at the camera, her hand gently placed against his chest, a big diamond in a ring also positing for the picture.

And the ring. The solid proof of your sudden question.

“Darling, Why are you taking so long?”

“You are married?” You asked, handing him the golden wedding band with one hand and slamming the door of his car with the other.

“Darling…” he tried to reason, but you are enraged, red face and watered eyes.

“Why am I even questioning? Of course, you are married, Reed!” your hand dropped the picture and ID, and his attempts to calm you failed.

You can’t even process what is happening, you are just being consumed by the anger caused by his betrayal.

“We were going through a rough phase. And then I met you. I- I don’t even know what I’m doing right now” he admitted, sighing, accepting he was an asshole and a loser.

“AS IF I CARE!… YOU LIED TO ME!”

“Let me talk and explain, y/n”

You let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, trying to keep the tears from falling. Your head started pounding, your body welcoming the stress.

“No. Don’t call me again, don’t get close to my university on campus. Just… don’t you ever try to come back into my life again.” he called your name plenty of times, and you heard his footsteps following you, but after leaving the parking lot of the restaurant, he stopped.

After a good time trying to prevent the tears, you started crying. You loudly sobbed, ignoring the few people you encountered while crossing the streets of the vivid city.

By the time you are seated in the subway once again, you don’t realize you have walked more than five blocks. You could only think about Reed.

Every moment with him felt genuine. He was kind, attentive, romantic, and… honest.

Never gave a sign to make you believe you couldn’t trust him, more like the contrary. And that was the worst part.

Maybe you just loved him so hard that it made you blind to see that his love was a lie.

…

The phone rang every day. You never answered. A month passed and you avoided the rest of your life on the beaches of Florida.

Your parents believed Reed took advantage of his P.H. D out of the city, so it was better to break up. But they could bear seeing their poor daughter going through some breakdown.

And when you came back to the city, the neighbor told you your ex-boyfriend had sent flower bouquets during your vacation, not knowing you were out.

It only made you feel worse. Questioning How could you have missed the signs of him being married?. And now that the damage was done. Did the wife know? Did Reed ever love you?

If he couldn’t be faithful to his wife, certainly not to you.

But those thoughts are the kind of thing that makes you go out with one eye covered in purple eyeshadow and the other in bright orange. Mismatched socks and disheveled hair. Some girls laugh at you when you enter a cafeteria but you honestly don’t give a damn. You just want a sandwich.

After paying, you’re once again daydreaming with overthinking about Reed. Without realizing a man had stood beside you.

“Hey... I saw the girls over there laugh but… I like the way you styled yourself” You turn to see the stranger.

“I’m so lost in the head, I did something bad that I didn’t even realize what I was choosing” you admitted, moving to grab some dressing and napkins while waiting for your order.

“Well, it must been really bad, with all due respect.”

“It was…”

“Is it too bad that I’m curious to know?” He asked and you shook your head, sighing.

“I was dating a married man and I didn’t know,” you said looking down, too embarrassed to look at the guy in the eye.

“It’s not your fault if you didn’t know” it took you by surprise.

“I know. But it pains me so much because it thought it was… real.” a lady called your name, letting you know your order was ready.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be telling my problems to strangers. Thanks for listening, have a great day” you said, walking away to grab your sandwich.

“Wait!” The man called you.

“I don’t mind hearing. My brother-in-law always says I’m an asshole but I can actually listen to people. If you had no plans… We could have lunch together” he revealed, making you smile gently.

“I was going to take this home and eat alone. So yes, we could have lunch together…” you finally analyzed him. Definitely closer to your age than your failed previous relationship. He was blonde and had kind eyes, that no matter what you wouldn’t trust at all after what happened with Reed. But this man seemed sweet, slightly cheeky, and too much extroverted, but you liked it.

“I didn’t catch your name before,” he said.

“I’m y/n…”

“Johnny… Johnny Storm” You remember it was the same name as Reed’s wife. But you can’t think this man had something to do with them. You can’t live continuing with mixing Reed with every step you took.

“I like your jacket”

“Thanks. I almost set it on fire this morning” You didn’t think he was saying it for real, so you laugh.

And oh, how much things changed after that.

…

Five months later, in the peak of autumn, Johnny and you celebrated your first month together. And accidentally you discovered he had some… abilities regarding fire.

Soon later, he was convinced you had to meet his family, so you agreed.

But when his sister opened the door, your face went pale. The woman in the ID you found in Reed’s car greeted you along Ben Grimm and soon you encountered with the cause of your endless midnights in sorrow.

Reed Richards looked the same. Wearing his usual clothes, the grey hairs above his ears, a charming smile, and an intellectual vocabulary.

Acting like strangers, he greeted you, pretending he never met you, never kissed you, never touched you.

Reed just slipped from you, but you weren’t afraid to walk away, just truly and messily hurt. Then you met Johnny, magically disappearing the weight of your broken heart. Even so, while walking inside the house, talking to the wife of your ex-boyfriend, you felt his eyes on you.

Reed was merely shocked, not knowing anything about you in months, then suddenly walking into his home as Johnny’s new girlfriend. He was horrified, but then he realized that he was no better than his brother-in-law. Reed always thought Johnny was an asshole for cheating on girls and being condescending. But you had truly changed him. Johnny followed you like a lost puppy, Reed questioned if you were a witch. And he accepted he wasn’t over you.

“How on earth did this happen?” Reed asked you in a brief moment of privacy.

“I don’t know, but I think I’m falling in love with him, Mr. Fantastic” you whispered in his ear. Reed saw how your eyes briefly glowed and he feared you, but more than fear, he felt panic about you completely forgetting about him.

As you walked inside the kitchen, following the conversation with Ben and Sue, Reed was witness of how you dropped a picture of his wedding with Sue, without touching it.

“What was that?” The blonde woman asked.

“A picture, the frame hit the ground very hard” Reed calmed her, but he grabbed the item, noticing how it left some of your strange energy. He would take that frame to run some tests and discover what the hell were you hiding.

Reed entered the kitchen finally, and saw how Johnny kissed your temple, his hand on the small of your back to lead you towards the table to have dinner. You weren’t lying, you were falling in love with Johnny, but you thought back at Reed, and couldn’t comprehend how did it end?

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Idk, I’m just excited for this movieeeeeee

[luna0713hunter]

Wonder If She Loves Me

⊰⊹its 3 in the morning and Izana misses you.

˙❥˙ warnings : breakup,makeup, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending

♫♪ music : Wonder if she loves me By JVKE

a/n : maybe this got too angst...oops? Hope you enjoy it tho, darling @milky-aeons

It's 3 in the morning and Izana can't sleep.

He's been staring at his ceiling for the past 2 hours or so (honestly he has lost the track of time),and something interesting about the cracks on the walls has his eyes wondering over to them every five minutes. his throat is slightly aching, but he cant really bring himself to get up and have a glass of water;so he just lays there,with his violet eyes wide open and his hands clamps over his chest. Usually,on these kind of nights,he would busy himself scrolling through his phone.

Not tonight though.

It's been a whole week since Izana had checked his phone; he's sure it's death already,but that's for the best. He doesn't need to look at his phone because there are only pictures of you greeting him.

He doesn't need a reminder of you.

But as time goes by,and the clock keeps ticking,Izana lets out a loud groan and pulls his pillow from under his head,and pushes it against his face;he desperately tries to stop himself from reaching out for his phone. To unlock it and find your contact.

To push a single button and call you, but he cant.

Because Izana is too much of a burden,and he knows that you deserve way better. You,who has the heart of gold,smile brighter than the sun,and gods above,your eyes-

Izana misses you. But he can't do anything about it;after all,he was the one who pushed you away. He was the one who suggested you two take a break. And like a coward he is,he just holed up inside his house for a week,not bothering to go outside or talk to anyone. But as each minute goes by, Izana's eye twitches more-

He reaches over and takes his phone.

Its dead,as expected;and he has to wait until the screen is lightened up again when he plugs it in. There are lots of missed calls and texts from his friends,and its a wonder that none of them have brought the door down already. They probably know he's not in the mood and just let him be for awhile. As Izana's scrolling down his texts,his phone vibrates in his hands and upon seeing the ID,he answers it with a sigh.

"What is it,Kakucho-"

"You have some balls to talk like that,Izana. I was about to grab an axe from the storage and knock your door down." Kakucho sounds mad. Izana doesnt understands why, "you've been ignoring our calls and texts all week. You've had all of us worried sick!we didn't know if you were death or alive or-"

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why have you been worried?"

There's silence on the other side,and the Kakucho sighs. Izana can particularly see him pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Stop with that. You know we..." Another pause. "..care about you." Kakucho finishes awkwardly.

And Izana doesnt get that; because all his life,no one's ever cared about him. Not when his own mother abounded him. Not when his older brother died and left him all alone.

And there's you.

Izana didn't know he loved you well pasted your friendship. He always though its just a friendship thing;like how he doesn't mind having Kakucho around. But as time passed by,he understood he didn't just like having you around;he wanted you all to himself. He wanted to call you his;to hold your hand and hear your sweet laughter. To be the reason for your every smile,and protect you just like how he always wished to be protected.

But now you're gone,and its his fault.

"Is this about y/n?" His friend's voice brings him back to the reality.

Because Kakucho could always read him like an open book.

So he rolls over,and lays on his side;his eyes have long adjusted to the darkness,and the faint light coming from the clock on his bedside has him staring at the staring at the small picture frame that's sitted upon it;a picture of you when he had taken you on a ride for the first time. You're grinning so brightly in the picture; your hair is slightly tousled and your cheeks are flushed. The sky is sunny behind you,but your smile is brighter than any star. He stares at the picture until its craved on his mind,and when he closes his eyes,he can see your face behind his eyelids.

"Izana..." Kakucho's voice is softer this time, "call her. You know she loves you."

"I was the one who suggested this. I broke her heart."

"She understands."

"She deserves better." And at last,after a week long of staring aimlessly at the pictures on the wall,Izana finally grits out the thought that hunted his every waking moment and sleep.

Because it was true;you deserved someone better.

That's why Izana did this;why he broke your heart. Why he invited you over to your favorite cafe and when you were laughing about something silly that your friends did,he blurted out those words.

"Let's break up."

And he had given himself a moment to admire you one last time;to see how your face had crumbled,and your pretty smile had suddenly vanished completely. He waited and felt that sickening twisted in his heart;like a knife had dug itself deep in his chest. But he was sure a knife wound would've hurt less than the defeated look on your face.

He hadn't waited for you to ask why; because he couldn't tell you the reason. He couldn't bring himself to tell you how much you mean to him, but you deserve someone who's not so broken and obsessed with revenge.

So Izana had left;had rode home, feeling absolutely nothing. He had turned off his phone,and buried himself under his covers.

It's 3:15 am,and gods above,he misses you.

As if sensing his every thought, Kakucho breaks the heavy silence.

"Call her,Izana." And with that,he hangs up.

Izana listens to the silence before opening his eyes once again. He stares at the too bright screen of his phone,but he's just lost in the picture of the two of you as his wallpaper. The smiling face of his own face feels alien,but your blinding one is all too familiar.

The picture is months old,his favorite one yet,but it feels like he'd taken it yesterday.

The day he'd asked you to be his girlfriend,he had promised you he'll always protect you. You had laughed,called him your hero with a cheeky grin,and kissed him softly.

He had promised you to be a better man in his heart,but he was always good at breaking his promises.

But now,as he stares at your contact,and the clock shows 3:30 am,his finger hovers over the 'call' button;he knows you're sleeping. You dont have any reason to dwell over someone like him. Because he's a rotten soul,and he knows it fully well. But he can hear your voice telling him he's wrong;that you love him no matter what. He can see you frown,your beautiful eyes shining sadly as you cup his cheeks and kiss his forehead.

He can still feel the ghost of your lips on his skin.

Izana sighs and closes his eyes;he drops the phone on the mattress beside his head,the screen laying down. Like this,he can't see your smile on on his phone. Like this,blinded by the light of his phone,he can't momentarily see the picture frame on his bedside.

Like this,he can pretend you never existed;that he was all alone since day one.

But that's impossible. Stupid even; because the day you entered his life with your smile and understanding eyes,Izana hasn't been alone ever since. And now that you're gone, there's a hole in his heart;right in the middle of it where you belonged. No, that's not right.

There's a hole where his heart used to be,and the day he left you in that cafe,he clawed his heart out and left it with you there.

There's a hole in izana's chest that he knows will never be filled.

His room is quiet, eerily so. So when his phone starts vibrating right next to his face,his eyes snap open.

He's ready to tell Kakucho off;that he doesn't need to call you and ruin your life any further. He's ready to yell at his only friend,and then shut off his phone and never turn it back on again.

But when he turns his phone over and is ready to press the 'answer',he sees the ID.

Your name, along with the heart emojis you'd insisted he put beside it,makes him stare at the too bright screen until his eyes are burning.

Its almost 4 in the morning. There's no way you're calling him.

Maybe its just a dream;he hasn't slept well these past few days,always tossing and turning until the dawn. Maybe he'd fallen asleep the minute Kakucho had hang up. He's sure he's dreaming, because you're supposed to forget all about him;to move on with your life and forget someone as rotten as him.

Izana's sure he's dreaming.

He presses the 'answer' button.

There's a moment where neither of you say anything;he can hear the sound of your trembling breathing,and he closes his eyes. It must be a dream;his worst nightmares. That you always call,but doesn't say anything and he has to suffer through it knowing you will never talk to him ever again.

"... Izana?"

His eyes snap open.

"Iza...?are you there?"

And Izana doesn't know what to say; this isnt like any dream or nightmare he ever had. Usually, in his dreams,he watches you suffer because of his selfishness;cryin, bleeding.

Dying.

But now,as he hears your soft and gentle voice (always so caring with him),he knows he's not dreaming.

That its 3:47 am,and you've actually called him.

"Yeah," he chokes out, "yeah, I'm here."

At that,you let a shaky exhale and grow quiet.

"I-... I'm sorry I called at this hour.you were probably sleeping."

"I wasn't."

"You.. weren't?"

Izana laughs breathlessly. Bitterly.

"No,i wasn't." His fingers play with a loose thread on his sheet, "why..."

"I never got the chance to ask why, Iza." Your voice sounds broken,hurt. Izana wants to rip his heart out;maybe bleeding hurt less than hearing your broken tone, "was it...was it something i did?i wasn't good enough?"

And gods above,he was never so tempted to kill himself in his whole damn life.

Because,how even for a second did you think that you were the problem?

That you were anything but perfect?

"No baby, no" and Izana hates how his voice shakes; his body trembling because he doesn't have the right to act this way when he was the one who broke your heart, "it was never you. How could you think that?"

"But you left," Izana squeezes his eyes when your first sob comes out, "and didn't even tell me why."

And this is his punishment,Izana thinks;to listen to your muffled sobs at 4 in the morning and not being able to reach out. To comfort you,to hold you close and tell you how sorry he is.

Because Izana is a rotten, rotten man. He doesn't deserve someone like you.

"Iza," you say between your sobs, "its been a week and you didn't call. Kakucho-kun said he couldn't get a hold of you. I was worried sick!" When your voice cracks, Izana clenches his fist so tight his knuckles turn white.

Even after a whole week of suddenly breaking up with you and not even bothering to tell you why,you still worry about someone like him.

"Babe, listen to me." His voice is calm,if not slightly shaky, "nothing was ever your fault,i just..."

"Then why?"

You sound so small. Izana can see you burying your face in your pillow;your tears already soaking through the sheets.

"Because," he chokes slightly;voice cracking, "babe...i..."

He takes a deep breath.

"You deserve so much,much better.i couldn't have done that to you."

You're quiet. You don't even breath.

Izana shuts his eyes and sighs.

"Y/n...baby doll,you were everything to me;my whole life,my only reason for living. But..." And Izana doesn't cry,he doesnt. But his eyes burn and his throat is closing up, "but i had to let you go."

"So you gave up on me. On us?"

"I never gave up on you. But i couldn't -"

"Iza," you softly cut him off, because that's all you've ever been with him;too gentle,too caring, "the things that's going on in your head,i cant stop them. But babe...i love you so much."

"I'm broken."

"No one's perfect,darling." You tell him. Ever so patient, "broken or not, you're still my Izana. And i..." He can feel you biting your lips, "still love you too much to let you go.."

And for the first time in the entire week,he thinks he can breath a little better.

"I love you too." He whispers,eyes glued to your pictures frame.

"Then..lets try again?" There's a hesitation in your voice,a slight quiver. "This time,no hiding secrets though,alright?"

And Izana smiles,for the first time in forever and nods.

"Deal." Then he glances at his digital clock, "can i...come over?"

"Its 4:15 am,babe." You sound surprised;like he hasn't done this before. Izana rolls his eyes, "dont you wanna sleep?"

"I cant sleep without you in my arms. Please?"

And when you giggle, although voice slightly hoarse from all the crying,his grin widens more.

"I take that as a yes." But even before saying that, he's already grabbing his jacket and keys,and rushing out the door toward his motorcycle.

"Be careful!!"

And your laughter,makes him let out a laughter on his own;how could he ever,even for a second,think he could let you go?

Oh,he has a lot to makeup for.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Akashi Takeomi - "Late Night Lovin'"

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In which a certain Bonten executive comes home quite late at night to his husband and enjoys a lovely dessert a lot sooner than he thought he would. Or; In which Akashi Takeomi's house husband spoils him rotten with whatever he wants tonight.

Warnings -> Kind Of Suggestive At The End.

                                                                                                   

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“Hmm hm hmmm hm-hm~♪”

[Name] hums a small tune to himself as he stands before the stove, making dinner for himself and his husband.

He and his beloved husband had been married for 4– going on 5 –years now. While his love was working hard at his job as a "marketing executive" he stayed home and looked after the house. Cleaning here and there, washing the laundry, doing the dishes, watering the plants, etc. It did get a bit lonely when his husband was called away for a business trip overseas, but he always managed to power through it due to their nightly phone calls.

[Name] used the spatula in his hand to flip over the pieces of chicken that sat in the skillet; coating the cooking meat in oil and spices. He was trying out a recipe that their neighbor had told him about the other day. The name of the dish completely escaped him, but he thankfully remembered the majority of the recipe. A sigh fell from his lips though when he saw a newly formed stain on the apron he was wearing; damn, it was a gift from his darling too.

The sound of jingling keys brought his attention away from the food; having him perk up and turn down the heat of the eye before running to the door to greet his love.

He made it into the living room just in time to see his husband shrugging off his snow-speckled coat. The apron-clad man smiles as he helps tug off his husband's coat; hanging up on one of the wall hooks that were mounted right next to the door. Clasping his hands in front of himself; [Name] waited until the other had kicked off his shoes to practically jump on him and pull him into a hug.

“Welcome home, Omi! How was work? Did you like the lunch I packed for you today? I'm making dinner, are you hungry?”  

The h/c-ette coos excitedly as he asks questions that he doesn't give the other enough time to answer.

Takeomi chuckles softly; he has grown used to his hyperactive lover by now. The younger always became very excited when he came home after being gone for long periods. He reminded the Bonten executive of a puppy sometimes; truly adorable.

The taller silenced [Name]; gently putting a finger to his lips and letting out a soft ‘shhh’. The apron-wearing man felt his face slightly warm as he looked into his lover's tired eyes; quickly and shyly looking away when they narrowed at him just a bit.

“One question at a time, Lovely.—”  

The man chuckles softly; moving his hand from his husband's mouth to gently tuck a strand of unruly hair back into place.

“—Work was alright; I closed a very good deal today, so I was given a few days off as a bonus. Lunch was delicious as usual; everything you cook is perfect. And yes, I'm hungry.”  

[Name] beams at him with a grin that could rival the light of the stars that twinkle just out the window. Taking the older's hand; he excitedly pulls him into the dining room and rushes back to the kitchen to finish dinner. Takeomi chuckles as he watches him scurry off, resting his chin on his palm as he patiently waits for his meal.

“You know…”  

Takeomi mutters before finishing his last bite of food; turning a sultry half-lidded gaze to his lover seated across from him.

“I think I'm still feeling hungry.”  

[Name] looks up from his own nearly finished plate; sending the other a soft smile as he finishes his one or two bites and stands from his seat, plate in hand. Walking over to the other end of the table; he picks up the other's plate and sits it on top of his own.

“I'll get you another plate then, Honey.”  

The h/c-ette hums softly; leaning down to press a kiss on his husband's temple.

An arm wraps around his waist and keeps him in place; hand gently caressing his hip. Takeomi gives a cheeky smirk as his hand travels down to his young lover's bottom; giving it a firm squeeze.

“That's not exactly what I'm hungry for, Kitten. I'm in the mood for something a little… sweeter.”  

It seemed the two would be having dessert a lot sooner than planned.

He purrs; sharp eyes narrowing even further as he gives [Name] the look of a hungry lion. 

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[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗦𝗡𝗜𝗣 𝗦𝗡𝗜𝗣 charles leclerc x fiance! fem! reader (fluff) “. . . it's time you gave charles a haircut, if only he could just hold still.”

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"Not too short!" Charles squeaked, dropping his head forward so it was out of your reach. "I'm not even cutting it!" You laughed, gently holding him from under his chin and tilting his head back up. "You trust me do you not?" "I do! But I'm still scared."

As a metaphorical send of, Pascale Leclerc suggested that you cut your fiancé's hair instead with the meaning of him leaving his mother's wing and going to your nest. Now, Charles had no one else cut his hair before. Only his mom, end of story. So he felt nervous sitting in the chair in front of the mirror, watching you examine and sketch out the style in your head.

"Amour please be careful. Please- Careful careful!" He panicked almost jumping out of the chair if you hadn't held him back from his shirt. "Charlie, relax." You laugh, gently running your fingers through his hair, starting with the scissors. "You're such a scaredy cat." Carlos, who was here for some reason teased, pulling a laugh from Arthur and Lorenzo who were here to watch.

"Yeah. I literally work here. And I cut Carlos' hair several times too, so you there's nothing to be scared about." You chuckled, gently moving the his head to adjust the angle.

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Charles whined like a kitten away from its mother in his seat, closing his eyes as he felt your hands work. Huh, you're hands felt really soft. It made his muscles relax whenever you brushed your fingers through his hair of held him gently from his chin.

sip snip snip snip

"Oh no, she messed up." Carlos joked making Charles panic. "I did not." You affirmed glaring at the boys who were laughing in the back. "You're fine, Cheri." [darling] "Carlos is not though." You joked looking at the mirror, only to see your fiancé with his eyes closed leaning into your touch.

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The small audience cheered when you pulled away, setting your tools down. Charles opened his eyes to look at (what had turned out to be) a piece of art. "So? Did I ruin your image for your fan girls?" You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind, kissing his cheek.

"It's ok." He mumbled quietly, making you gasp in offence. "It's ok?" You pulled away ready to walk into Pascale's arms. "I like it." He corrected himself, standing up and pulling you into a hug. You hugged him back laughing. "Pretty boy." You teased once you pulled away.

"Portable hair salon: acquired." He joked kissing you.

voice notes 🔊 . . . ( ok but i just love him in that picture so much!! super short, just for fluff, feels and comfort <3 )

[yjhzies]

: ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ masterlist!!

𓈒ㅤׂ ♪ · I want to define you as me <3

✉️ | @yjhzies masterlist! check out guidelines & carrd to req!

𐙚 - liza's fav ; f - fluff ; s - smau ; a - angst ;

× - suggestive ; c - comfort ; 𖦹 - crack ; r - romantic

⌗ 승철 𓈒 seungcheol

“Straight out of dreams.” — f , 𐙚

“Exclusive to you.” — f , c , 𐙚

“Favourite.” — f , 𖦹

“I'll listen tomorrow.” — f , c , 𐙚

“Patience.” — f , c , r

⌗ 정한 𓈒 jeonghan

“I'm yours.” — f , 𐙚

“Random bf texts” — s , f , 𖦹

“Silly pranks.” — f , c , 𖦹

“Cheers to youth.” — f , a , c, 𐙚

“Sugar, sweet rush.” — f , × , 𖦹 , r

⌗ 조슈아 𓈒 joshua

“Unreal.” — f , 𖦹

“You first.” — f , c

“Random bf texts” — s , f

“Not so bad.” — r , f , 𐙚

⌗ 준 𓈒 jun

“Interrupt.” — f , 𖦹

⌗ 호시 𓈒 hoshi

“Random bf texts” — s , f , 𖦹 , 𐙚

⌗ 원우 𓈒 wonwoo

“With my love.” — f , 𖦹

“New love.” — r , f

“3:16.” — f , c

“Let the world know.” — f , 𖦹

“You're bad at lying, darling.” — f , 𖦹 , 𐙚

“Come back, please.” — f , c , 𐙚

“Museum dates.” — f , c , r

“Dad!wonwoo hcs” — f , 𖦹 , 𐙚

⌗ 우지 𓈒 woozi

None - yet!

⌗ 도겸 𓈒 dokyeom

None - yet!

⌗ 민규 𓈒 mingyu

“You're my medicine.” — f , c

“Tiptoe and kiss.” — f , 𖦹 , 𐙚

“Mission; find the wallet?” — f , 𖦹

⌗ 明浩 𓈒 minghao

“Music to my ears.” — f , 𖦹 , 𐙚

⌗ 승관 𓈒 seungkwan

“Mr. blushing boo.” — f , 𖦹

⌗ 버논 𓈒 vernon

“Dad!vernon hcs” — f , 𖦹 , 𐙚

“Being a slow eater” — 𖦹 , 𐙚

⌗ 찬 𓈒 chan

“Dad!chan hcs” — f , 𖦹 , 𐙚

⌗ OT13

“What svt would buy for their baby's 1st birthday” — f , 𖦹

“When they see you're really close with your bsf” — 𖦹

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[alta1red]

EDEN. | 𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑬 II. Your very presence,

𝑺𝒀𝑷𝑵𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑺 : THE HAZBIN HOTEL CAST AND THEIR OPINION OF YOU.

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 : ( None that I'm aware of, although do inform me if I missed something ! )

𝑷𝑻 : II

♪

" Well.. Uh, Eden ! I can happily say you've got the job ! " Charlie happily announced, seemingly overflowing with excitement, observing the pep in her step as she walked towards you —she took your hands in hers as she shook it with vigorous energy.

" I'm so happy you joined us, here at Hazbin Hotel ! "

— Bingo, just what you needed to hear from the 'Little Morningstar' Herself. After all, your resume was damn near flawless, ( although erasing abit of your lore, like, you being an important figure up in the clouds ! ) Denying such a resume would be an utter loss the hotel of course !

— The hard part, however, is pretending to be a Sinner —And while sure you're not exactly a Saint, you've been drilled with proper manners, and overly kiss-ass behavior from Michael's, " How to be a proper Angel 101, " Lessons.

— Working as a gardener was easy in the long run, you've been taking care of plants for millennia — Although you could say a little One-Eyed Darling is abit iffy with the soil you had staining and dirtying your uniform, and well.. the dirt in general, but ! You were of course polite, being a dirty slob was incredibly embarrassing !

— So, just to ease Niffty you kept the dirt, soil, and grime all In the outside. ( Exception is the dirt, soil, and grime in the flower pots.. ) You often lead her to bug species that were harmful to your plants, finding amusement as she ruthlessly, and painstakingly kills their mother's. Maybe Charlie should say that she's only 75% percent harmless ?

— Your relationship with the Daughter of the Morningstar was, peaceful, maybe? You often let her rant to you about mundane stuff, finding her little shows and musicals, ballad's and all the such abit endearing, often leading you to follow the rhythm, and tapping your finger along to the beat as she sings, ( although you never joined such activities, ) You notice alot of her quirks, like her using hand gestures, her mushing out on a few words, ( and how she's abit naïve to how some of the residences -sinners, ehem, if not most of them were rather unredeemable. )

— She often reminded you of a certain Seraphim from up there, their resemblance being uncanny, but nostalgic. And due to you getting used to the Seraphim's personality you found it relatively easy to get along with Charlie, your day to day chats, and her suggestions for flowers were a delight, ( Let's hope she doesn't find out a few of the flowers she suggested, and you planted, don't belong in Hell. )

— She thinks that you're reliable, and a very comforting person to be around —She truly believes you deserve to be redeemed with how righteous and charitable you act, she considers you a sister, a person she can rely on when things go south, someone to have sibling conversation's with !

— Although, her girlfriend —Angel in disguise, hehe. You noticed Vaggie held a tense atmosphere around you, not that you minded, you were new, and 'Sinners' aren't exactly to be trusted, but you both kept a respectful and polite attitude towards eachother, in respect of Charlie.

— As time passed however Vaggie found you oddly nostalgic, your behavior.. and your mannerisms were too 'pristine' and 'polished' almost as if you'd been drilled with lessons for so long, or, maybe Vaggie was just imagining it, you held an aura which screamed 'Noble' in some way, but with the way you carried yourself..

— Vaggie had to just be imagining when she saw Blue Blood drip down from your finger, right?

— Now, moving on to Alastor; he was polite to all the ladies in the Hotel ( Including you, ) however you always notice how his shadows linger longer than they're supposed to, ( Is he watching ? ) He held a dignified aura within him, his voice —Static, that's what you could hear, and if you didn't pay much attention maybe you would've missed how there was a laughing track, only heard if you payed more attention than you should.

— Your first meeting with him, was.. well, eerie.

— " Alastor'— He grabbed your hand and shook it, the action causing you to tumble abit, before gaining composure —' Pleasure to be meeting you dear, quite a pleasure ! " He greeted, giving you his all too famous never ending smile. You smiled back politely, and then said, " Eden.. Although you could call m— nevermind, I'm the new gardener, honor to meet you Sir ! " You gave back the same energy, it's impolite to not too after all.

— Alastor enjoys your modest fashion, and how polite you are, quite a darling ! ( He doesn't like you. )

— For Angel Dust's opinion however.. A prude, with a clean streak ( how'd ya even end up in hell with such a goody-goody personality ? ) Sure Toot's, everyone has their own secrets but being so mysterious in a place like Hell ? Might aswell just be open with your crimes and all, not like anyone has the ability to judge ( Hell is Hell, )

— Although your company ain't too bad, after all —You give 'hella good advice, however he recognizes that look on your face —You're hidin' something big-time, and even then with your reckless and ditzy actions he KNOWS you aren't tryna' hide it at all.

— Husk.. He pays zero mind to you, often having chats some nights when you go for a swig- or -two, you were cryptic —In a different way, unlike a certain Smiles for Day's. You weren't eerie, neither creepy, just too secretive, everyone's knows it.

— Husk knows how Alastor feels about you, and to be honest, it ain't pretty. Consider how he knows about Alastor's certain feelings about someone being far more powerful, being petty, and all.

— But how much longer until everyone knows how deep of an entity you actually are?

FIN.

[plleeeepppyyyy]

I have a request if you’re doing any!!

Wally Darling x Rockstar Reader

I don’t care what you do with this but I hope you enjoy it!!

Reader is the singer and dancer of the neighborhood! Very happy go lucky, loving, and even a little clumsy. Yet always calm during making music

Which I can picture reader being a great muse. And reader singing a lot to Wally.

this was def fun to write!! all the ideas and cutesy stuff came to me in a flash ngl.. (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

really cute request!! you guys are so creative with these,,,(•̀ᴗ•́)و

wally + singer/rock star reader!

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♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪♫♪

♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫♬♫

••••••••••••••

•this man,,, god,, this man.

•he’s literally ur number one fan girl. he’s there for every performance, writings, everything. you name it he’s there!

•wally just loves watching you in the process of making music, its like an art! to him, it’s wonderful of how passionate you are about it. he adores watching you almost trip on a cord as you just jam out,, doesn’t matter how clumsy you are,, you’re just elegant to him. seeing you so peaceful as you strum on a guitar or something.. 🫶 (if he had a camera he would take a pic of you 200x)

•literally every-time you come up to him with ur newest draft of a song, he gets so excited!! that inner fangirl comes out.,, wally is pretty honest when it comes to stuff. but he just can’t help himself, every song, draft, album,, literally all perfection to him. you cannot do no wrong with that. he buys all of your stuff if you ever sell it. (prolly got a shrine.)

•if you ever write a song based on him,, he would actually cry out of happiness, at least be on the verge of it. you just give the song to him and he’s just like, “it’s so perfect,,,, tysm,,” while he’s on the verge of letting it out. he’ll listen to it every day. :) <3

•bonus points if you write it for your guys’ one year anniversary! that man will be so happy,, he probably would let a few tears out too..,,. like you used your creativeness on little old him?!(!(ಡ‸ಡ) wally would cherish the hell out of that song, he can just mumble out a praise as he’s about to ugly cry. like.. THANK YOU?!(!? (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

•he’ll just grab a hold of you and not let go,, it just makes him feel so happy. he’ll probably cry into ur shirt tho,,

•if you ever had some albums posted out or whatnot, he will put them on his wall. wally would prolly accidentally buy out the whole thing,, like cmon, he’s has to use some of them for display and hearing!! ( ˘ ³˘)

•ur his main inspiration for his art too,, seeing you so into doing what u do, gibes him strength. he will ABSOLUTELY paint tf outta you! literally you guys would be in the same room while he sketches and you just strum your guitar or smth, ack he’s a sucker for moments like those. ur for sure his muse. got ten whole folders of drawings and projects that are meant for you.

•he might even call you his muse tooo! :)

•he asked you once what type of music you were doing and you prolly replied with a random genre he’s never heard up,, and he’d just be like. “ah, that’s wonderful.. can’t wait to hear it.”

•he do NOT give a care,, any genre in his eyes and ears it’s perfection. like said before, you do wrong.

•if ur the type to do sad songs, he’s a little worried. like bby what’s got you so sad? :(

•sometimes (if you offer) he also does stuff with you. to him he thinks he’s better at playing instruments, which is lie he’s hella good at singing.

•he’ll give you ideas, suggestions; whatever you need!

•i literally will say it here, ya’ll do duets with each other. especially with old timey love songs, it’s just cute,,, a bit sappy. but who cares, I IMAGINE you two just singing together. (bonus points if he’s playing a piano,, well trying to,, he needs some practice..)

•every time you put on a performance,, he just sits there with the dopiest smile on with lovestruck written all over him. bro is VERY in love, he could listen to you alll day. if he had a tail it would be wagging. he will never take his eyes off either, all of his attention is on you, just you.

•even if you got a recording studio, he admires how much you get into the music. its so amusing seeing you be so calm during the whole process of making a song, but when you perform your songs. like thats my baby fr!!! wally is ur number one hype man,, i mean this all the way.

(i feel like hes such a sucker for singers,,)

•if ur in a nice suit, dress; whatever while ur singing, agh.. this man is knocked out. ur soo gorgeous,, and you sing?! like, sorry, wally is just in love.

•after one of your performances, once he sees you walking to him, all giddy and stuff. wally ain’t letting you go once you run into his arms, he will keep his arms around you as you just ask if he liked it, thought it was great,, while he’s just nodding and mumbling praises to you. (it’s honestly so sweet to watch you two.) if ur wearing heels or boots, you’re probably towering over him as this happens,, (i honestly find this so sweet, ur jus towering over him, asking him excitedly if he loved it, while he’s just practically sings praises to you. so sweet,,)

•to pick up the instrument part, he will totally help you with demos and drafts by playing the music for you. he’s pretty average on most instruments and would totally drop whatever he had and help you out! (will def help you out with drums, i think its canon that its his main thing,,)

•sing him to sleep, please,, he will eat that up. if you do, he’ll sleep so fast. as said before by me, i don’t think he sleeps much. but with ur singing? knocked out, my brother is dead asleep. what can he say? you’re just a good singer.

•honestly to him, ur like a siren. you’re just too good to be true and sing beautifully. corny he knows but,,, its true <3 (to him.)

•even house loves your singing! if wally needed the help he would call you and try to make house stop with ur singing,,

•the first time he’s ever heard you sing, his mind was blown. how did you sing that good? like all of his other friends could sing,, but you were just different. you sounded different, did things differently.. ack. he fell in love with your voice. as he listened to one of ur song’s for the first time, and ur just anxious. wondering if he’ll like it, or not.. he turns to you. blank stare, and says, “this is the best music i’ve ever heard,, ur so talented..” with just pure adoration and fondness in his eyes.

•which got you SO HAPPY, he loved your songs!!!! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

•sometimes if he feels a bit snarky that day, he’ll brag a bit. just all like, “my s/o is a beautiful singer,, can YOU sing that good? they’re so amazing at what they do, no one can compare…” wally is sometimes a bit of a prick (╥_╥)

•never a prick to you tho, said it before i’ll say it again, to him you do no wrong, see no wrong, hear no wrong, speak no wrong. 🫶

•he makes sure you know that you’ll always be in his corner, all of the time, being ur numba one fangirl! (✯◡✯)

•wally definitely tried making a song for you too,, didn’t go right tho. (٥⁀▽⁀ )

(seriously this dude is crazed over you.)

•you always make sure he’s the first one to hear your songs, after writing a draft you sprint to him and show him it. it makes him so excited too, cause like.. how did he get so lucky that he’s the first person to look and hear your talent?

•this dude just adores you, so much.. like what’s not to love? to him you’re just the peak definition of passion, he enjoys watching you have fun and play music. wally is sorta taking this into seriousness,, but he can’t help it!! he can’t get over how he bagged you, this person who’s a whole peak of inspiration for him. ❤︎︎

•he just loves to support and cherish you, i won’t lie but he’s basically a lovestruck puppy who watches you and everything you do. everyone in the neighborhood can tell.. (¯ ³¯)♡

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ACK,, okay i got a bit carried away on some points, but they were jus too cute to not put in.

BUT 1000 NOTES ON EACH OF MY FICSSs?!?! thats insane, thank you guys sm!! (╥_╥) i didn’t think i would get that much positive feedback for these, im rlly glad you guys are liking these!

hope you enjoyed reading this one! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

[idolnarc]

╭ usernames :

| meowdara

| blendedcolors

| secretmaneuvers

| techniflowers

| mamnomama

| calicowboy

| nousernameyet

╭ prns :

| vi/vir

| hx/hxm/hxs

| cal/calico/calicos

| fi/fierce/fierces

| guard/guardian

| breeze/breezes

| shadow/shadows

| crash/crashs

| bloom/blooms

| hope/hopes

| 🐱/🐱s

| 🤠/🤠s

╭ titles :

| prn who is the ally of the sea

| the former ryusei purple

| the solitary anti-hero

| the non-believer

| the tri-colored cowboy

| one with a secret duty

| the hero gone rogue

| the solo idol of ensemble square

| one with a devoted heart

| prn who sees your humanity

♪ upt pack for : anon ♪

[2-dsimp]

SIR, I WILL CRY IN YOUR GENERAL VICINITY WHY ARE YOU HATING ON ME FOR FINDING COMFORT IN MOVIE CHARACTERS I WILL NOT SHARE MY POPCORN WITH YOU EVEN IF YOU PROBABLY DON'T EAT CAUSE YOU'RE DEAD AND IT'S FOR THE BEST GRAHHHHH

(I feel like I'm gonna regret saying that cause plot twist "he's actually a very angsty character that went through a lot and how could you be so mean you weak swine🤯🤯" MAN IDKKK HE SHITTING ON MY COPING MECHANISM, JAKE GYLLENHAAL, AND ANTHONY HOPKINS BRUH HE ASKED FOR IT)

AND WHO SAID I WASN'T MARVELLING AT HIM BACK?? IT'S SIMPLY WEIRD TO FANGIRL OVER AN ACQUAINTANCE YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW LIKES YOU. I DON'T WANNA BE A CREEPPPP OR A WEIIIIIRDO

If he'd let me

I will

Count the dots on his shoulders

And hold intense eye contact for once (it's the autism speaking) because, man, I want eyes like that

-bugatti bald man hater (tell me if my hysteric asks bother u, I will stop if so, I don't like overloading creators I like. I already bothered the Yujin bot with my antics so uhhh wouldn't want you to be next)

You’ve got this man utterly speechless he doesn’t know whether to further insult you and your poor choice in actors. Or just opt to shut you up by using other suggestive means 👀. He said what he said and he won’t take it back.

Xavier lowkey finds it attractive when his darling gets all fiesty and passionate, enough to challenge him. It gives him the urge to break them in like he did in their first ever meeting (when he revealed himself). In order to assert his dominance, that’s lowkey wavering at this point. And he doesn’t like it, since he hates not being in control.

And though he wouldn’t admit to it. The Poltergeist would desperately want you to give him every ounce of your attention. Rather than having to share it with that damn actor or any other person to begin with.

A/n: you’re completely fine! I love getting asks like this, I’m all for the venting/tea so don’t mind me I’ll just eat my snacks and read on ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

And speaking of the ghost boy since he’s the second runner up in the c.ai bot poll. You guys will be able to chat him up soon. once the character ai staff get back to me on my incognito account issue! So stay tuned ٩( ᐛ )و!

[arminsumi]

Hello! I saw you reposted the fluff prompts again and I have an idea here and a song recommendation which is Days of Blues by Sons of Maria. Can I request the prompt “Reacting to seeing you naked for the first time”, but the only difference was it was actually Y/N accidentally seeing Eren naked for the first time, but he didn’t care if it was her? Thank you so much! - 🌻

Darling Sunflower! Good to see you again, hope you're well 💕

"Reacting to seeing him naked for the first time"

Prompt 3 | MDNI | Eren | ♪

You walk in on Eren changing, but he doesn't seem to mind at all.

⚠️Cws; nudity, suggestive content

Notes; gn!reader, college au

It was movie night at your friend's dorm house, and you trotted over especially early because you heard Eren was going to be home.

Sure, you loved Saturday movie night, but if Eren was there, it was way more enjoyable. Sometimes you'd cross paths with him in the kitchen, and end up chatting the night away together.

It became a thing for you two to get carried away with talking in the kitchen over cups of coffee. Eren felt like he could really relax in your company; you had something wonderful about you. There was always a serene atmosphere in the kitchen.

This time, though, when you steal away to the kitchen, you notice Eren doesn't come around. So you quickly poked your head around the corner, and heard the pitter-pattering sound from the shower upstairs.

You glumly return to the movie with your friend, I guess Eren's busy, you think to yourself.

By the time the intermission rolls around, you're eager to get up and find an excuse to go upstairs.

"I've got to use the bathroom." You tell your friend. They're stretching their whole body out, and barely nod in response.

You take to the foyer and ascend the stairs. The scent of freshly used shampoos and body washes wafts out of the bathroom. Eren's door is right next to it, slightly ajar.

Without much thought, you trot over to his door and knock on it, making your way in.

"Eren?" You call out his name.

Your eyes quickly find him; clad in nothing, standing in the center of his room. He's toweling his wet hair.

The fairy lights in his room are the only source of light; they show off his toned body; all the dips and curves of his physique seem emphasized. His body completely captures your attention for a second.

You sputter out hasty apologies. Eren looks at you undisturbedly.

"I don't mind." He says nonchalantly.

"O-oh? Okay. Well... I'll be downstairs... are you joining us for movie night?"

Eren shrugs, "I'll see. I'd rather just hang with you alone, if I'm being honest."

You feel your heart pang in your chest, as if it's right under the surface of your skin instead of deep inside your body.

Whenever he spoke, you swore his voice lured your heart. It was deep and smooth, like a rolling tide at night.

"Well... I'll see you for some midnight coffee as usual, then?" You chuckle nervously.

"Yeah, definitely." He winks.

You feel pleasantly lightheaded, like you've spun around too many times in a meadow. "M'kay, see you later!" you squeak happily, and leave his room.

[mindyco]

hi i hope you’re doing well!! i was wondering if you would write hcs of the demon brothers with their s/o who’s apart of a popular idol group in the human world? 🤭 thank you ♡

I’m doing so amazing thank you for asking! I hope you're having a wonderful day today! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ Oh my goodness, an idol group sounds so cool!! I got you, babe! It also gave me another idea to write about how the brothers would react to MC on TV. I can just imagine their proud faces.... ♪～(￣、￣ ) Artwork credit: @mys_s3

Scenario: The brothers reactions to MC getting stopped by paparazzi

Lucifer's initial reaction is a mix of concern and annoyance as he sees the overwhelming swarm of paparazzi surrounding you. He swiftly steps forward, his authoritative presence commanding attention. With a stern expression, he shields you from the cameras, positioning himself as a barrier between you and the intruding paparazzi.

"Back off. Can't you see she needs some space?" Lucifer's voice cuts through the chaos, his tone firm and authoritative. He ensures your safety, using his commanding presence to create a path for you to escape from the paparazzi's prying eyes. He worries about your well-being and despises the invasion of your privacy.

Mammon's protective instincts kick in the moment he sees the paparazzi swarming around you. He rushes to your side, his brows furrowed with concern. Though he may not be able to shield you from the cameras like Lucifer, he's determined to offer his support in any way he can.

"Oi, you vultures! Back off and give her some space!" Mammon's voice resonates with authority, despite the anxiety bubbling within him. He takes your hand in his, holding it tightly, and guides you through the chaos with a mix of determination and loyalty. He may not be the most composed in such situations, but he's fiercely protective of you.

Leviathan freezes in shock as he sees the paparazzi closing in on you. His initial instinct is to retreat, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden attention. However, as he sees the distress on your face, he quickly gathers his courage and steps up to shield you from the prying cameras.

"Leave her alone! Can't you see she's had enough?" Leviathan's voice trembles with a mixture of anxiety and determination. He tries to create a protective barrier, blocking the paparazzi's view and giving you a chance to escape. Despite his insecurities, his love and concern for you outweigh his own discomfort.

Satan's composed demeanor remains intact as he assesses the situation. He swiftly analyzes the best course of action, recognizing the need to protect you from the intrusive paparazzi. With a calm yet assertive presence, he steps forward, commanding attention and respect.

"I suggest you all back off before you face the consequences," Satan's voice carries a sense of authority, and his piercing gaze sends a clear message. He creates a safe passage for you, ensuring your privacy and well-being.

Asmodeus thrives in the spotlight, but even he recognizes the limits when it comes to invading your personal space. When he sees the paparazzi closing in on you, his expression shifts from delight to concern. With a graceful yet commanding presence, he maneuvers through the crowd, making a glamorous distraction.

"Darlings, the real show is over there! Follow me for an exclusive interview!" Asmodeus' voice oozes charm and charisma as he leads the paparazzi away from you. He ensures your safety and privacy, all the while maintaining his glamorous persona. Underneath it all, he genuinely cares about your well-being and wants to shield you from unnecessary scrutiny.

Beelzebub's protective instincts kick in as he sees the paparazzi crowding around you. His expression hardens, and his eyes narrow with determination. With his towering presence and strength, he moves swiftly, creating a path for you to escape.

"Step aside, or you'll regret it," Beelzebub's voice rumbles with an underlying intensity as he uses his physical presence to intimidate the paparazzi. He wraps a protective arm around you, guiding you through the crowd with a sense of security and strength.

Belphegor's initial reaction to the paparazzi swarming around you is one of irritation and annoyance. However, as he sees the distress on your face, a protective instinct takes over. With a nonchalant yet effective approach, he swiftly steps forward, creating a diversion to allow you to escape.

"Oi, you pests! Get lost before I decide to take matters into my own hands," Belphegor's voice carries a lazy yet threatening tone. He creates a distraction, drawing the attention away from you and providing an opportunity for your escape.

～𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

[moirasdolly]

Digitally Yours, Moira x Fem!Reader ⊂⊂ ౨・)

Synopsis: Moira surprised you with the news that she had taken a few days off to meet you truly. You spend the morning hours preparing for a picnic with her and learn a little lesson in the meaning of flowers.

Contains: NSFW, implied plus size reader, age gap, face sitting, vaginal fingering, etc,… moira is a bit freaky (in a good way)

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Amoeba - Clairo

Previous chapter: 3

𐙚 Chapter 4: Floral Language

It had been a few months since the first call the two of you shared, and many more had happened in that time. Although Moira was often too busy to see you in person, the two of you couldn’t get enough of each other, whenever you had time there was no doubt that you would be on call with one another. Comfortable silence was shared on screen between you and the geneticist when you were working on your respective projects, or even when you were doing mundane work around the house. Moira had once made an off hand comment that it was like you were already her girlfriend, and it was true. You spent almost every moment together, albeit digitally, but there was almost no time either of you had to yourselves. You often thought about her comment though and on one Saturday morning you had wanted to make it a reality. You yawned and stretched your arms above your head, a sliver of your soft stomach showing as your shirt rode up. “Oh darling how I’d love to plant a kiss on that soft skin of yours…” Moira trailed off dreamily, practically undressing you with her eyes.

A giggle slipped past your lips and you couldn’t help but just blurt it out, “Go on a date with me today.” Once the words left your mouth Moira let out a breathy chuckle, peering over her glasses at you through her screen. “You’re quite eager aren’t you? My dove I’d absolutely love to.” That’s a new one… dove. You absolutely adored the pet names Moira gave you.

“Really?” You gasp out, a smile blooming on your face. You hadn’t expected her to say yes on such short notice. Usually Moira had plenty of work to do, weekend or not, so you were content with FaceTiming instead. “Are you sure? I don’t want to make you fall behind on anything…”

The corners of Moira’s mouth twitched into a small smile as she eyed you through the screen. “Well it was going to be a surprise, but I did get the next few days off to spend with you. I want to see you in person.” The older woman explained. “You beat me to the proposal though, darling.” She said with mock sadness.

You were practically bouncing off the walls with happiness, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. A squeal left your plump lips and ideas for your date poured from your mouth. You were talking Moira’s head off, but of course she didn’t mind. She was too caught up in your beauty. Your messy bed-head, your sleep ridden eyes that lit up with every new idea that came to mind, your perfectly soft lips, and your animated expressions all strung her along into a trance. To say she was whipped was an understatement, she was completely head over heels for you.

Once you had stopped to let the older woman get a word in, she had suggested the two of you go on a picnic just like the one you had a dream about in the past. “You remember that?” You tilt your head in an inquisitive manner, but Moira couldn’t help but think you resembled a cat when you did that. It was one of the many habits you had that she simply adored. “Of course I did, mo ghrá.” She tapped a slender finger on her temple. “Everything you say is stored in here, your words are important to me.”

Thump. Thump. Thump

You were absolutely charmed by her. She made your heart beat at alarming rates.

“Well… I think a picnic would be wonderful. Please leave the food to me, I’ve been waiting for this moment for months.” Nothing on this Earth would bring you more joy than to see the woman you loved–yes loved, your feelings had grown that much–enjoying food you made. You wanted to feed her little sandwiches, chocolate strawberries, and sweets just like in those cheesy, romantic comedies.

Moira threw you a knowing smile before simply nodding her head. “I’m positive anything you make will be to my liking, even beyond my expectations, my little dove.”

The two of you bid each other goodbyes before beginning to prepare for the date.

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After a few more moments of relishing in warm rays of sun creeping through your window, you had to get started on the picnic spread. The morning was still young, meaning there was plenty of time for everything, but you were overflowing with the need to make everything under the sun for your unofficial girlfriend. Your excitement was stifled though as you felt your stomach growl and you remembered that you had to eat as well. One quick breakfast later, and you were ready to begin.

An assortment of tea sandwiches were spread on a small platter, you might have gone overboard with the selection, but you wanted to make sure there was something Moira would like. You took one and set it to the side to nibble on, a flavorful burst of tomato, ham, and cheddar burst into your mouth and you hummed softly at the taste. Cut up strawberries, pineapple, and peaches were tossed into a bowl to make the perfect fruit salad. Each of the fruits were ripe to perfection and almost as sweet as you. Little snacks and sparkling lemonades were packed into the basket for the two of you to enjoy as well, but the real star of the show was the strawberry shortcake.

You had baked the two layers of airy shortcake to perfection. In between the layers you placed a thick layer of whipped cream which enveloped neatly placed strawberry slices. A thin layer of the same whipped cream was spread around the entire of the cake, making sure there were no spots uncovered. You placed the remaining whipped cream into a piping bag before swirling them into evenly placed peaks around the perimeter of the cake. A whole strawberry was placed on top of each peak, and as the final touch you piped a large pink heart into the middle of the cake. A dreamy sigh left your lips as you admired your work. “Perfect…” You mumbled softly as you dipped your pinky into the frosting bowl and brought it to your mouth.

The sweetness spread onto your tastebuds and hummed in approval. There was no way Moira wouldn’t absolutely love this cake. You carefully moved it from the cake wheel to a cute little cake box for easier transportation for later on that day. Once everything was settled into the fridge to be chilled, you set off to your local florist. You wanted to gift her a bouquet that would express your feelings in ways your words may not be able to.

A soft chime rang through the small shop and the strong scents of florals invaded your senses as soon as you stepped through the threshold of the front door. An older woman with a motherly feel to her greeted you with a smile and it was almost contagious the way her eyes crinkled and her lips pulled upwards. It was clear you’d be in good hands during your visit. “Hello!” You greeted back with a small nod of your head and an equally beautiful smile.

“What brings you here today?” She inquired, leaning her chin to rest in her palm as she studied you.

“Well, I’m finally meeting someone… important to me, and I want to show her just how much she means to me.” Love was evident in your tone and the florist let out a small chuckle. Oh how she remembered what it was like to be young and in love. She saw her young self in you the way you were glowing with genuine happiness at the mere thought of your special someone.

“Dear, I can help you create a bouquet for your lover-”

Your eyes widened and you impulsively cut her off, “Oh she’s not my lover…” you trailed off quietly.

“Yet.” The older woman added on softly.

Your eyes met hers and an overwhelming sense of security settled over you as you realized the florist held no judgment towards you. You nodded your head slowly and repeated after her with a growing smile, “Yet.”

“So, pardon me for being invasive, but what do you hope to convey? How does she make you feel? Any details you want to provide me will aid me in choosing the perfect flowers for you.”

You were afraid that if you started talking about her now you would never stop. You couldn’t help yourself though. “We met in a quite… unconventional way.” You giggle to yourself recalling how she had splurged on you the very first stream she had watched. “But she immediately made me feel like I was the only woman in the world, like I was heaven sent to her.” Your eyes fluttered shut and Moira’s face appeared behind your eyelids and you smiled just at the thought of her. “She seems very cold and stern, but with me she is attentive and gentle. She listens to everything I say– I mean really listens. I could never feel neglected and forgotten with her, because even on her busiest days she still makes time for me.”

You ramble on and on about how perfect she was, and by the time you were done the florist had settled comfortably into her seat behind the reception desk and she had an amused look in her eyes. “It seems like you two are perfect for each other.” She noted once you were done.

Your eyes flickered to the clock above the desk and realized that you had spent literally thirty minutes going on and on about how much you loved Moira and apologized profusely.

“No need for apologies dear, you helped me tremendously with the creation of your bouquet. I think I have an idea for the arrangement,” she paused before standing up, “and it was refreshing listening to such a sweet love story.”

She led you to a room in the back of the shop where a variety of beautiful flowers were ready to be trimmed and placed into an arrangement. She carefully picked up a bundle of small, delicate, white flowers that grew in bunches. “These ones are baby’s breaths.” she started. “They are generally a filler flower, to make bouquets look fuller. They symbolize purity, new beginnings, and hope, perfect for a new relationship hoping to flourish.” She laid them on the table before reaching for a larger white flower.

You blushed as you recognized this one. A white lily. In many works of fiction you had read these flowers symbolized pure love between two women. “It seems you know about these ones already?” The florist chuckled.

“In some stories I’ve read…” You trailed off, blush dusting your cheeks as your eyes casted downward.

“No shame in that, sweetie.” The older woman placed a warm hand on your shoulder before placing it next to the baby’s breaths gently. “What is her favorite color?”

This was a question you didn’t have to think twice about. From her array of purple ties and button downs to her purple nails that seemed to always be perfectly manicured, there was no doubt that it was her favorite color. She looked damn good in it too. “Purple.” You answered before a moment of silence could hang between the two of you. You figured you answered a bit too eagerly like a puppy excited to see its owner, but when it came to Moira you couldn’t contain yourself. The florist hummed softly before excusing herself briefly. It seemed as if she took a bit longer this time. You assumed she had an idea of what the final product would entail and you were practically buzzing with excitement and nerves.

In the meantime, you passed the time by looking at the sample bouquets she had displayed around the shop. Your eyes softened and a smile made its way to your face as you read the little notes placed by the arrangements detailing the meanings of each individual flower. It was truly a heartfelt art form that you hoped your love would appreciate. You were brought back from your thoughts by the florist's warm voice and you scurried back to the table with her. She presented regal, elegant orchids in a deep purple color and a bundle of lilacs.

“Orchids are elegant, beautiful and rare beauties… like the one you love.” She reached for the lilacs, “These ones are pure, youthful, and the true form of first love.”

As she explained the two, you couldn’t help but notice the almost obvious similarities between the flowers and you and Moira’s relationship. There was no doubt the florist did it on purpose, but it made a warm feeling settle in your stomach. “They’re beautiful…” You gave the florist a sincere smile, and you hoped your feelings reached her because you were honestly at a loss for words at her pure thoughtfulness. By the knowing look in her eyes, you knew they did.

The two of you worked together to snip the stems into a presentable length and make sure that each flower had a proper place in the bouquet. Baby’s breath served as a filler for the outside of the arrangement to frame lilacs and orchids spread throughout. In the middle were two white lilies in their own little world. The bundle was wrapped in a light purple chiffon material under a snug layer of light tan crafting paper. Everything was tied together with a deep purple ribbon. You beamed down at the hard work and fruit of your affections and you were so jubilant you could have hugged the florist.

“Thank you, seriously. This is the most beautiful bouquet I’ve laid my eyes on. She will adore it…” You giggled softly already imagining the older woman’s reaction. “How much for everything? I can’t repay you enough.”

The florist pondered for a moment, her index finger and thumb resting on her chin in contemplation. “Nothing. Your joy is enough.” She mused with a satisfied expression. “Young love is a beautiful thing, you made me remember what it's like to be young and full of this tender emotion.” At her words you immediately stopped rummaging through your purse to find your wallet and gave her a wide-eyed look. You pouted your lips in disbelief, “I couldn’t possibly take this for free after all the resources and time it took, that's just silly.”

The florist waved her hand dismissively, “Go on, just be sure to come back when you can and tell me all about your time together.” A hearty laugh escaped her lips as she handed you the flowers. You accepted them reluctantly, still feeling guilty for not paying. “Thank you so much, I’ll be sure to visit with baked goods.” That was the least you could do for the sweet woman who helped you so much today. “I’ll hold you to it, young lady.” She beamed at you before you left the shop, the soft chime of the bell signaling your departure.

With a full heart, you made your way back home and with the time of your date approaching quickly you had to get ready. Upon arriving home you shuffled into your room after setting the bouquet on your dining table. You made a beeline for the dainty, pale pink sundress hanging at the front of your closet. The straps were tied into floppy bows on each shoulder which matched the thin bows adorning your hair on each side. You sat at your vanity applying your signature doll makeup and the face staring back at you could only be described as princess-like. Blushed cheeks, glossy lips, and long lashes enhanced your soft features.

It was the same old look you did almost daily, but somehow you thought you looked prettier. You decided there was a glow about you that could only come from true love and that is what must be affecting you. Speaking of love, the object of your affections had sent you a text just a minute prior.

Moira ♡: My dear, are you ready to meet?

Me: I just finished getting ready… I got extra pretty for you.

Moira ♡: There is no possible way you got extra pretty for me when you are already the most gorgeous doll alive. It’s simply impossible, dear.

Moira ♡: I must admit though, my heart is beating faster at the prospect of you getting ready for me.

Me: You flatter me too much. <3

Moira ♡: Nonsense. You deserve all the praise in the world.

Moira ♡: I can’t wait to shower you with my love. I will see you in a bit, angel.

Me: See you, my love.

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✿.⋆Welcome My Beloveds to Selfshipping Selfcare~♡

❀.⋆Requests Are Open~♡

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Love Like You (End Credits)

Steven Universe

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♪I always thought I might be bad

Now I’m sure that it’s true

‘Cause I think you’re so good

And I’m nothing like you♪

♪Look at you go

I just adore you

I wish that I knew

What makes you think I’m so special♪

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✎.⋆About This Blog⋆.➳

This is my main writing blog where I write fanfics (both requested and self indulgent) and post about selfshipping, f/os, and x reader stuff!

My DMs and inbox are almost always completely open for you to send a request (or chat but I’d suggest chatting on my main blog which I’ll tag in a bit :3)

Though, if requests are closed I’ll keep my inbox and DMs open just in case someone wants to chat or ask about something but if requests are closed, please wait until they’re open again to send a request :)

Here I write Character x Reader oneshots and headcanons and sometimes Character/My Ocs x My Self Insert/Ocs (and maybe even My Ocs x Reader if anyone likes them enough)

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❥.⋆↜My Ocs↝⋆.★

✎.⋆About Me⋆.➳

I go by Amber and Jonas and I’d really appreciate it if you used both names for me! I identify as genderfluid and a trans man; male, female, and nonbinary; and my pronouns are He/They/She. I’d really appreciate it if you mix up my pronouns/gendered terms when referring to me (ex: “Where are they, I saw them a while ago? Actually, I think he might be in his room. She’s always on her computer writing something.” or “He’s in here, but they’re too busy on her computer writing something.”) but if you must refer to me with one set of pronouns, I prefer they/them or he/him rather than just she/her

This is a side blog, my main blog is @selfshipping-shapeshifter where I chat with mutuals and gush about my f/os!

I have a few other writing blogs:

@gt-cafe where I write Giant/tiny oneshots (both original works and fanfics)

@letters-from-your-fo where I write letters (typically but not limited to love letters) from your f/o to you

@your-yandere-darling where I write exclusively yandere oneshots and headcanons (with fictional characters, my ocs, and/or just a yandere character type)

@fnaf-edits where my friend and I post exclusively Fnaf (he does edits, matchups, and kin assignments and I write oneshots and headcanons)

✎.⋆I Will Write⋆.➳

Fluff

Angst

Suggestive scenes

Romantic oneshots/headcanons

Platonic oneshots/headcanons

Polyamorous relationships

Character x Reader

Character x My Oc

My Oc x Reader

My Oc x My Oc

Character x My Self Insert

My Oc x My Self Insert

And maybe more

✎.⋆I Won’t Write⋆.➳

Character x Character (sometimes, ignoring polyamory)

Smut (I can write suggestive scenes but I can’t write full-on smut)

YouTubers/Celebrities x Reader

Taboo topics such as Insest and pedophilia and more

Some of the weird fetishes

✎.⋆Fandoms I Write For⋆.➳

A Monster in Paris

Beastars

Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival

Call of Duty Zombies (Primis and Ultimis Richtofen only please)

Cuphead

Danganronpa

Detroit: Become Human

Doki Doki Literature Club

Five Nights at Freddy's

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Homegrown Pet

Portal 2

Puss in Boots The Last Wish

Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs

Skyrim

Super Mario Bros Movie (Bowser only please)

Team Fortress 2

The Bad Guys

The Great Mouse Detective

Undertale/Deltarune

Villainous

And maybe more I can't remember at the moment (please don’t hesitate to ask me if there’s a certain fandom I’ll write for, because I believe I write for more than this but I can’t remember all my fandoms)

✎.⋆Other Rules You Should Know⋆.➳

If you’re requesting something from Call of Duty Zombies, I’m still learning the lore and everything and I only write Richtofen as of now

For Danganronpa, I’ll write for the games only. I haven’t seen the anime yet, reason why I can’t write for it. I’ll also write for any character except Celeste and anyone from the anime and Ultra Despair Girls. My favorite characters to write for are Teruteru and Hifumi

For the Super Mario Bros Movie, I’ll only write for Bowser for right now

For Villainous, I haven’t seen the show yet but I have seen the shorts so I won’t write for anyone from the show only yet

I have the right to reject a request for whatever reason (I think I can’t write it, it’s not a fandom I’m in, I’ve already written something too similar to it, I’m uncomfortable with it, etc) and I might either answer your ask politely rejecting your request or I just delete the ask

If I'm obsessed with a certain fandom I'll be more focused on writing for it but I don’t mind if you request something from a different fandom (though I prefer if you request something from the fandom(s) that I’m currently obsessed with)

I’m a lazy procrastinator who fears I won’t be good at interpreting the characters well. It might take a while for me to finish your request because I either procrastinated, didn’t know how to write the character you requested, or both. Another reason why I wouldn't finish a request quickly is because I had a lack of motivation and/or inspiration which has been happening a lot recently, so if your request takes longer from that then I sincerely apologize

Please be specific when requesting something, if you aren't specific I'll assume you're fine with something random. And for polyamorous relationships, please specify the relationship (ex: Is Character A and Character B dating each other and the reader or are they simply friends who are both dating the reader?)

Crossovers are welcome here, the only rule is it has to be in my list of fandoms. You can still ask me if I know a certain TV Show/movie/video game/book/anime. If you request anything anime, chances are I don’t know it since I haven’t seen a lot of anime. I want to watch more, though (at some point)

Please be respectful and I hope you enjoy your time here!

I have a Wattpad account and I’d appreciate it if you checked it out and gave me a follow! (Mayhaps read some of my stories? )

✾.⋆I’ll Be Here Whenever You Need Me~♡

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