#I wanna write them there’s some rly good requests

[slytherinshua]

I WANNA WRITE BUT MY BRAIN IS DEAD AFTER THE HANBIN FIC

[celestial-dreamscapes]

Hello !

Can you write a cuddling hc with mammon , where both are feeling lazy and all kissy kissy with each other.

A/N: This was such a cute idea thank you for the request!! Uni had me fighting for my life and then I had bad writer's block so I took a rly long time to get to this sorry ^^; I also added some sleeping hc's just because it felt fitting lmao though it is a bit short tbh 😭 Hope you like it though!! <3

Requests are open!

Mammon cuddling/sleeping headcanons

Word count: 539

-Mammon's just all over the place when sleeping. He takes up so much space and does the starfish thing constantly. But he's also very clingy even while sleeping somehow?? He's almost always moving but he moves you with him 😭 the amount of times you've almost fallen off either the bed or couch because of him..

-Usually sleeps in either a tank top or shirtless and since he runs a bit on the warmer side you usually just wear a tank top too, or a hoodie in the colder weather while he's still shirtless and it's very cozy

-When he does wear hoodies though it's also super nice because you can like melt into the hugs even more he loves it

-Sometimes when you wanna be a menace and he's not getting up you put your cold hands on his neck and he almost throws you both off the bed completely

-He likes to rub your back while you lay on him, but he also really loves doing it when you play with his hair while you both lay on your side facing each other

-He 100% drools in his sleep and you tease him about it but it's oddly endearing lmaoo

-In return he takes pictures of you when you're sleeping sometimes if he thinks it's funny. Definitely has one of you all wrapped up in a blanket burrito that he "threatens" to post

-He never actually does but he sets it as your contact picture for a good while and he thinks it's so funny and cute

-You're usually pretty busy so when you can afford to have a lazy day and just stay in his or your room cuddling for most of the day it's such a nice break from everything, you'll usually watch a movie (or a few) and then fall asleep while it's still playing so one of you has to turn it off or lower the volume

-You try not to but occasionally it's just too comfy so you'll skip classes that day just to chill together and he's happy he can have you all to himself for a while

-He's so obsessed with kisses I feel,, like he'll smother you in them he thinks you're so cute when you're sleepy especially. But also when you're just trying to watch the movie he loves giving a bunch of small kisses super fast loll

-Doesn't like having to get up to go eat but sometimes during very slow lazy days you'll just order in to save effort

-He's also so cute when he's tired and you like kissing his cheeks and squeezing them a bit. He'll try to pretend to be a bit annoyed but he loves it and you can tell

-If you go to grab anything from your room he will come with you. Doesn't matter if it's just a quick trip lmao and sometimes you end up just hanging out there the rest of the time, he seems to like your room better anyway with how often you spend time there instead of his room

-All in all lazy days are always great since your usual lives are so chaotic and he just loves getting the extra time with you 🥺

[azzibuckets]

pazzi tennis fic when 🤔 jkjk I just love your writing 🤗

doubles [pazzi]

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: the us open fic all of u were begging me for….i didn’t rly know what to write about so i combined a bunch of ur requests

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“Dude, your story looks ass.”

Paige’s thumb immediately swiped back to the Instagram app. Clicking on her profile picture, she studied the photo with a frown. “It looks exactly like yours,” she said, baffled.

Azzi shoved her own phone in Paige’s face. “Definitely not,” she mused as she compared the two screens side by side. “You’re just not good at taking pictures.”

Paige scowled. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about bro, they look exactly the same.”

“It’s okay.” Azzi leaned in and pinched Paige’s cheek, a mocking smile on her lips. “Not everyone can be good at everything like me.”

“Man, shut up.” Paige laughed, flicking Azzi’s hands away from her face. Her attention fell back to Azzi’s knee where it was propped up against the seat in front of them. “How’s it feeling?”

Azzi looked down and grimaced. “It’s still flaring up.” Her thumbs creased over her knee, trying to massage away the throbbing ache, but to no avail. Paige’s heartstrings tugged a little as she watched Azzi stare at her knee. It had been hell when she’d tore her own ACL, both physically and mentally, and she hated the idea of her girlfriend having to go through it a second time.

“You shouldn’t have pushed yourself so hard in practice yesterday,” Paige reproached, gently pushing Azzi’s hands aside to replace them with her own. She gently kneaded the tissue with her fingers, eyes fixed on Azzi’s face for any signs of pain.

Azzi tipped her head back and slowly exhaled. She was tired from all of this shit, tired from having to watch from the sidelines as all the other girls participated in the intense drills. She missed that feeling of sweat running down her back, muscles aching and lungs pumping as she ran up and down the court. What was worse was the pitying looks all her teammates sent her way, all the pats on her back that were supposed to make her feel better but only made her feel like shit. It wasn’t their fault, and Azzi loved her teammates for trying, but she was so goddamn sick of it. “I already have Geno and CD and all the trainers breathing down my back, I don’t need you to coddle me too,” Azzi responded, her tone coming out harsher than she meant for it to.

Paige’s movements halted. “I’m just trying to look out for you,” she said. “The last thing I want is for you to tear your ACL again.”

Azzi rubbed her temple. “Yeah, I know, I know.”

Paige fell silent, continuing to work Azzi’s knee with her fingers, but she didn’t look at her, instead focusing instead on Coco as she flew across the court.

“I’m sorry,” Azzi said finally. “I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just tired of being treated like I’m fragile. It’s like everyone thinks I’m weak.”

Paige dipped her head against Azzi’s ear, lips gently brushing her earlobe. “No one thinks you’re weak.” She twisted her bracelet against her wrist, making sure Azzi could see the letters spelled out across the beads. “Resilient, remember? You’re the toughest person in the whole fucking world.”

Azzi dropped her head against Paige’s shoulder. “Thank you, Paige.”

Paige hummed, continuing to rub her thumb in soothing circles around Azzi’s knee. “You tired?”

Azzi stifled a yawn. “So tired.”

“If your knee’s still bothering you, we can go home,” Paige offered.

“No, I wanna meet Coco and I know you do too. It’s fine.”

Paige gently tapped Azzi’s leg. “Are you sure? There’s still a few hours.”

Azzi waved her off. “I’ll pop some painkillers. But I hope you know you’re paying for my ice cream after this.”

Paige shook her head. “You only reminded me about a few thousand times on the way here.”

Soon after, Azzi moved a seat over so that she could fully stretch out her leg. She looked around the stadium, taking in the buzzing atmosphere and lively crowds before turning her gaze back to Paige, who was frowning so hard that there were wrinkles between her brows. “Are you seriously pouting right now?” Azzi laughed.

“You didn’t have to move,” Paige insisted. “There’s already plenty of space.”

“Tell that to my fucked up knee.”

Paige got up to take the seat next to Azzi, but Azzi reached over and pushed her back down. “You seriously have attachment issues,” Azzi teased, but loving every second of it.

“I can’t even kiss you and shit and now you’re saying I can’t sit next to my own girlfriend?” Paige grumbled, shaking her head in annoyance.

Azzi grinned, knowing exactly what would tick Paige off even more. She loved seeing the blonde all riled up, especially for her. “It’s getting kinda hot,” she said casually, slowly taking off her sweater and balling it up.

Paige’s eyes immediately fell down, gaze tracing the slope of Azzi’s neck to the jut of her collarbone, and finally down to the dip in her tank top across her chest, where it stayed until Azzi threw her sweater at the blonde. “You’re such a whore,” Azzi smirked.

Paige blinked rapidly, trying to get ahold of herself. “And you’re such a fucking tease,” she complained, stuffing the sweater under her arms.

Azzi leaned over the seat between them. She wrapped one of Paige’s slut strands around her finger, biting her bottom lip as she looked up at the older girl through her lashes. “What were you saying?”

Paige’s mouth opened and closed in a stutter, suddenly finding herself unable to speak.

Azzi giggled and leaned back, snapping Paige out of her trance again. “So fucking whipped.”

Paige’s glare burned into the side of Azzi’s face. “You know what? You can go and pay for your own damn ice cream.”

Azzi was already scrolling on her phone, nails tapping against her screen. “Don’t even try and start. We both know you’re gonna end up paying anyways.”

“Fuck you.”

[dabuggh3]

Heyyy Can you write smth cutesie abt picking hamzah up after he gets too overwhelmed at comic con. I couldn’t stop thinking abt it the whole time watching it was rly funny😭😭😭 Please and Thank you

HIII YESS, no because when I was watching the video and I literally started getting anxious because of how overwhelmed he was. I paused the video😭. But anyways thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoyyy!!💗

Hamzah calls you to come pick him up from comic con because they were done shooting the video for slushynoobz. You get in your car and head over, you arrive and he gets in the car. The first couple mins were quiet, “ So how did it go?, did you like it?”. “ uh it was good there were so sooo many people on one of the floors it was actually crazy, we had to sit down for literally half of it” You look over at him and he was holding something.

“ What did you buy?” He looks down and starts bursting out laughing as he shows you, my little pony oven mitts. “ Hamzahhh” you say laughing. “ Waitttt, okay me and Martin were passing by and there was just like a huge ass stack and we were like what’s this, and we started talking shit and the lady was like oh they’re home made, they’re home made like 5 times, and idk what came over me and I just bought them.”

“ They’re kindaaa cute” you say looking at them. “ I wasted like 30 dollarssss, I saved 5 dollars tho, we bargained with the lady ” he says smiling. “ 30 dollars is actually crazy, but they’re homemade remember”. “ Stoppp, oh my god and someone called Martin the skinniest Spiderman they’ve ever seennn”. You laugh , “ that’s so meann”.

“Babe I swear I was looking at some people and I literally wanted to gag so bad I don’t even know why”. He continues talking then he goes silent, just staring at you,“ What’s wrong” “ You’re so pretty you’re glowingggg” he says admiring you. You turn and smile at him. “Even on shrooms, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve seen”

For the rest of the drive he continues talking, pointing at random signs, and telling you what he’s seeing. You guys arrive, parking into you’re apartment complex, “ Yea and Martin went over and asked him for a hug and I was like boy he don’t want no dam hug from youu, the guy looked so scared I recorded it.” You both laugh so hard, “ Okay we’re here let’s go” “ Huh, I swear the car was still moving”

You guys enter the apartment, and Hamzah changes then plops down on the couch. “ Do you wanna eat something orrr” “ No I’m okay I’ll eat later” “ Okay” you walk over and sit next to him, “ Want to watch something” you look over at him as he sits with his head back eyes closed, “ uhhh yea,” he opens his eyes and turns looking at you. He smiles and leans over to kiss you. He then positions himself, laying on your chest. “ Do you wanna watch Arcaneee??” You say in an excited tone.“ Yesssss” he says smiling.

You and Hamzah lay on the couch as you rub his back. And he keeps pointing out random stuff from the show that he’s never noticed, “ wait was that always there I swear it wasn’t”. 30 minutes pass by and while laying down, you feel his stomach growl. “ Babe are you sure you’re not hungry?” “ No” “ I literally felt you’re stomach growl right now, ima go make you something” you try getting up. Hamzah holds onto you harder while making himself heavier, “ I’m not hungry, don’t leave” he says muffled because his face is buried in your chest. “ I’ll take like 20 mins and I’ll be right back, I’m literally right here next to you in the kitchen”. “ No”. “ Okay then come with me”

Eventually Hamzah agrees and comes with you to the kitchen. You end up making him a sandwich. While making it Hamzah is just hugging you from behind, watching. “ Are you sure the mayo’s not expired, it’s kinda a weird color” “ No it’s not, trust me”. You finish and go back on the couch. Hamzah sits back down and eats his sandwich. He then goes on a whole rant how Martin didn’t want to finish watching Arcane and he’s missing out. Then he starts talking about the slushies, “ I hope they actually enjoy the video, I feel like we looked so dumb” he laughs. “ Nooo, they’ll enjoy it dont worry”. Eventually he starts getting tired so he starts quieting down and ends up falling asleep.

I hope this isn’t horrible 😭.

[enhafilthandfiction]

Enhypen - when you're on your period

A/N: Helloooo! This wasn't a request but I feel like writing this reaction since I'm currently on my period >:( Ughhh pls send help

Pairing : Bf!Enha X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Blood (obvi), food, crack, mentions of sex in jake's

Word count : 1,361 words (about 150 words each)

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♡ Lee Heeseung ♡

His heart would break seeing you like this

he would immediately notice you got your period, but wouldn't say anything to save you some 'embarrassment'.

He'd act nonchalant and chill, wanting to just chill whilst you were both at home and procrastinating.

"What ya wanna do?" he asks, once you come out of the bathroom for the millionth time. (It felt like that for him)

He'd let you pick whatever you wanna do and gives in, even if you wanted to test your makeup on him or paint his nails 😭

He ain't saying no

You end up watching a movie when the cramps became a little too much, laying on the couch with him behind you, hands wrapped around your waist, but ready to let go of you whenever you need to use the bathroom (again)

Hearing you whimper in pain would pain him as well, gently bringing his hand over to your tummy to rub in circles.

It doesn't really do anything tbh, maybe distract you, but you appreciate him trying 🥺

Later, he'd definitely make you some ramen, insisting that it was the only food that would cure your cramps and upset mood.

Will definitely sing you to sleep, that's why his head voice is so good.

♡ Park Jay ♡

Everyone says this but : MOM MODE ONNNN 🤗😌

Literally won't stop making sure you're good

and he's prob the most chill about it, like its not a big deal at all

he's just very mature

"You sure you have everything?"

"Don't be shy y/n, it's okay"

"I don't mind buying them for you"

And he does, bc cool boyfriends arent embarrassed to buy tampons 😎

Oh wait

"Pads or tampons?" "Ah ok" "What size exactly??" "Got it"

Hurries up bc he doesn't wanna leave you alone for too long.

Asks you what you wanna eat and will literally cook you anything

pasta with ice cream sauce? Ok

Pineapple on pizza? Ok

cook you his pet fish? Also ok

Makes you tea before bed, because he insists its good to prevent cramps

Might cuddle up in bed and lets you rest your head on his chest as he reads you a book of your choice.

Jay reading to you in that American accent 😩

♡ Sim Jake ♡

Boi does his research

he knows it has to do with periods and hormones when you start acting up

Is lowkey scared so he relies on google to provide him with answers.

"Ughhh, Jake, my cramps are getting worse" you whine, still laying in bed, scrunching up your face

He smiles brightly as he remembers of his searches

"I've heard that having sex could reduce period cramps" he announces proudly, looking at you like 😏

"You're seriously tryna get your dick wet rn??" you get mad and start throwing pillows at him.

"N-Nah but for real!!" He protests, ducking your hits "Seriously, I've read it online" he says in his defence, trying to catch his breath from that near pillow fight

"Damn, since when did you get so good at pillow fighting?" he tries to compliment but it only makes you wanna punch his bicep playfully.

You whine out in pain again, gripping onto his sitting figure at the edge of the bed. "What I am supposed to do?" he questions, haven already given you one alternative.

"Oh, how about we listen to my boy Justin?" he asks, already whipping out his phone

"Noooo, Enhypen is so much better dude" you reply, glaring at him

he agrees and puts on 'pass the mic'

He pushed your shoulders playfully "You got -pushed -pushed" he sings along

"JAKEEE"

Anyway, ends up buying you mc donalds and ice cream to make it up to you

he rly tries but he's a little clueless tbh.

♡ Park Sunghoon ♡

Bro lowkey ghosts you and avoids you

he knows that you're in a bad mood, and he doesn't wanna make it worse with uncontrollable teasing 😭

when you notice his distant behaviour, it only makes you even more upset

"HOON" you yell at him from the other room

he knows he fcked up and feel like he's boutta get his ass whooped.

He makes it hesitantly to your room, regretting it immediately when he sees your pout.

"H-hi y/n, he stutters, thinking of whatever he's gonna say, not wanting to upset your hormones.

"Hoon, why are you avoiding me?" the first tear rolls down your cheek "I'm literally bleeding and you're leaving me alone!" you burst out crying.

He stand there, biting his bottom lip, contemplating what to do

"C-can I hug you?" he asks, moving closer to you. He wraps his arms around you when you nod, pulling you in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry y/n, I thought you wanted to be left alone" he reasons, making sure you know he's sorry

"Its fine" you so sob into his shirt "Now can we watch your ice skating videos and cuddle?" you smile up at him suddenly, flattering your previously wet eyelashes to convince him.

He sighs, knowing you'll just burst out crying again if he doesn't agree

You reach for the remote, pulling on one of his ice skating videos.

He's already on your bed, hands behind his head, almost drifting off

"You look like a grandpa" you laugh, climbing onto your bed and getting closer to him, when the video starts playing.

"He wants to 'compliment' you back, but he fears he'll upset your hormones so he just doesn't say anything for your sake.

♡ Kim Sunoo ♡

A literal sweetheart

Almost like your bestie tbh

He cares about you so much and clearly shows it when your in these situations.

He doesn't hesitate to literally do everything for you

Take off your make up and does your skin care routine for you

Might even wash you if you're too tired to shower lmao

He pouts at you whenever you get cramps, wishing to take them away from you, just to see you smile again.

"My poor baby" he would say, hugging you close to him, gently, not to hurt you or anything.

He'd also be the best at tittie rubs

Like if your breasts were sore, he wouldn't mind massaging them, his soft hands easing some of the pressure on your chest.

You might even fall asleep like that, his hands on your chest under your top, acting like your bra as he sleeps behind you.

♡ Yang Jungwon ♡

Very mature #2

Cares a lot about you and worries

Studies and researches about it so you won't have bad periods :(

Worries when you wear tampons

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Is it safe though?"

"Y/n, I don't think you should sleep t-tampons because you know, it m-might get stuck in there or something"

He just wants to make sure you're okay

"Ok gynaecologist 😀"

He doesn't really mind if you bleed on his sheets, as long as you aren't wearing tampons to bed

"It's fine sweetie, I'll clean it up"

Doesn't get mad or anything, changes the sheets and makes you change

Definitely cuddles you to sleep and holds your hand if the cramps get too much

♡ Nishimura Riki ♡

Teases the hell out of you

But also tries to help if you get cramps

If he sees you on the couch, he'll crawl in behind you, placing his hands on your hips.

He squeezes your waist

"My little ketchup bottle" he coos

"Nikiii" you try to squirm away embarrassed by his comment.

Definitely rubs your tummy if the cramps get too much

Slightly awkward at first and he feels a little shy doing it

"This okay?" he asks, rubbing circles in your tummy

You don't have the heart to tell him that it doesn't help but at least its a good distraction.

When he leaves for practise, he'll definitely leave you a plushy, big enough that you can hug it close

"Maybe this plushy will help :]" gives you his favourite plushy :(

He'll overall check up on you a lot, and really tried his best to help you out

I need a sweet boy like niki 😭

Hello! Thankyou for reading! Hope y'all are okay and remember that periods only last about a week! You got it!! For anyone who get cramps, I hope they're not as bad or get better :)

Lyyyy <333

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[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

Hello! i was wondering if you could write me a req bc i saw your reqs r open (bc I ✨respectfully✨ suck booty at writing)

basically, reader made friends with Ghost while working together on deployment, and became friends, they hang out sometimes bc they live kinda close, blah blah blah. then, Ghost doesn't hear from reader in months (which isn't normal, bc they text like once a month, just to make sure one another is okay when they can). then, one day, in the middle of a meeting Ghost gets a call from an unfamiliar number and almost ignores it until he sees that the area code is the one reader lives in, so he decides to answer it. boom, guess what? the reader is in the hospital, sustained r/srs injuries, and is in need of emergency surgery, and the reader made Ghost the emergency contact (lets also say they traded dog tags bc fluff?)

homie gets all sad bc Reader might die and is in a mini coma, blah blah blah, realized he r in love w the reader, and uh

you can decide whether or not the reader dies and what happens next

i fr scream YIPEEE when i saw your req open, i adore your writing, like top tear, makes me cry but laugh and scream bc how are you so good?! srs, im so jelly of your writing! okay anyways, hope you have a lovely day, you dont have to do this is you dont want or if im jus a silly fucker and mis read and your reqs r closed or sum

Hellloooo! Thank you SO MUCH for the beautiful compliments and for this request <3 I loved it so much I started writing the day you sent it to me. But since it's very emotionally charged, it took me a little while to finish and I'm sorry bout that, and I rly hope you're still around and eager to read it!!! Well, there it is, my take on ur req, hope you like it.

Take me back (to the night we met) | Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

✦Word count: 2.1k ✦ Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley xf!reader ✦Summary: Simon gets a call from the hospital saying that you are hospitalized, in a coma and in great life risk. ✦ TW and general warnings: sensitive topics, lots of angst, fluff though, death implications, open ending, sad af read at ur own risks cuz i'm crying in my room rn;

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met

“Johnny and I make our entrances fast. I clear the way, he goes front, three of you get in by the back and we surround the site to get enough space for the hostages to come out. Any questions?” Ghost asks sternly, as is the usual of his tone especially coming down to work. He was being brutally professional at the moment - if there was rather a sign of an existing Simon, it was gone the moment he got inside the briefing room. Silence follows for the next seconds while the crew seems to be pondering over what he said, analyzing the map over the big round table sticking to the center of the room.

As it is expected, no questions. He nods with his head assuming by the silence that they’re all understood.

“Our orders are to neutralize any individual we find on the site whose face doesn’t match with our hostages, which means we do it fast before they get the chance to call for reinforcements. We don’t wanna make a mess out of this.” Price then continues his own talking, marking X’s over the tactic map and giving the next orders to every one of them. It is when Gaz opens his mouth to say something, that Simon’s phone rings for the third time in a row. He curses mentally - he muted his phone the first time; now, it was vibrating in his pocket. Awkwardly, the vibration itself is heard by everyone in the room and they turn their eyes on him almost instantly.

“Hell.” He curses out in a low voice before shaking his head. “My apologies, Captain.” His voice tries its best not to come out too annoyed, but he fails and it does; despite the timing being inconvenient, no one seems to be bothered. Johnny furrows his brows in concern, and looks over at Price, who seems to have the same, perhaps even more intense, look on his face.

Ghost mentions to pull out and turn off his phone once again, but Price is quick to intervene.

“Riley.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Third time in a row; seems like somethin’ serious, get out and pick up.” He states comprehensively.

Despite being slightly reluctant, Ghost agrees - it must be something serious. What, he couldn't come to imagine - but if for a moment in his life he had something close to a hunch, it was now, and it said he should take that call.

“Alright, one minute. Move on without me.” He nods and leaves the room, phone in hand and a worried sigh leaving his nostrils. When the door closes behind him and he walks a bit further down the hallway, he picks up.

“Yes?”

“Is this Lieutenant Simon Riley?” A feminine voice asks from the other side. Sounds in the background, beeps and small, muffled voices.

“Affirmative, who’s this?” He frowns.

“This is from the Special Forces Manchester Hospital, are you familiar with the name- hmm…” She seems to be taking a couple seconds to read, and continues saying your name. 

He freezes in place.

How long has it been since he last heard this name? How long has it been since you vanished like thin air, disappeared, stopped calling or answering? Busy. That’s what he thought. Busy with work, busy with anything. The two of you had always been two busy people, in a desperate need for time.

For a moment, in those torturous seconds of silence, Simon found himself praying to a God he wasn't even sure he believed in, that this nurse wouldn't tell him you’re dead.

“Yes.” It’s all he manages to say, with his eyes running down to the ground in a dead stare. Dead eyes. He gulps, after the despair in his chest makes him speak once again, “Why?”

“Well- sir, you’re her emergency number, we’re calling because we couldn’t manage any family members… She’s in a coma. She was severely injured in combat, and [...]”

His heart stops, like it never did before. He doesn't react, his eyes look around as if he's searching for something - as if searching for his own reaction hidden somewhere within that empty hallway. The weight of your dog tag around his neck seems to be suffocating him now. 

To his silence, the woman continues.

“[...] it’s… currently sort of impossible to predict her state within the next few days, she’s fighting but struggling lots; can you come over?” 

“Yes.” He sharply replies, immediately. His eyes are still on the ground as he closes his eyes, and nods. “I’ll be on my way, yes.” 

“Good.” She replies, and he turns off.

For a moment, he stops to breathe; Ghost wipes his hand over his mouth in a somewhat guilty expression, he should have reached for you. He should have reached you the instant he missed you, your calls. 

“Hell…” He shuts his eyes for a moment, his heart stings like he’s poisoned, it hurts - some sort of pain he swears to god, he probably never felt before. Not when he lost his training dog, nor when he lost friends before - maybe because there were always a lingering possibility between the two of you. It was nothing but a friendship, never had been - but every word, every phrase was full of underlines of sentiment, an immense desire to reveal his interior and spit out the fears he refused to speak about to anyone else.

It's the possibility that kills him now. Even after all this time, not for a second did you cease to exist in his troubled and saddened mind. Suppressed by all the worries and feelings he thought were more important than you.

Not for a moment did he stop thinking about that pleasant end to his career, the retirement he knew he deserved, a house at least isolated from the rest of the world with trees and streams, the snow falling when winter comes and the sun scorching the land. land when summer finally arrived. You, on the front porch. 

You.  You.

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met

You were leaning back on the sofa, your legs stretched out by the small table that marked the space between you and the balcony railing of his apartment.

The rain fell calmly, some thunder, but few drops. The sound of them falling against the roofs of the houses below the level where you were was echoing in your ears, and he seemed busy drawing patterns among the heavy clouds that covered the sky. 

He gave up trying to find any stars in that rainy sky and found comfort in finding your eyes instead. They were already watching him, almost expecting him to say something, even though the silence between two of you usually speaks volumes more than words itself; you’ve never been good with them, much less him. 

Simon looked down at your dog tag, lying brightly on your bust exposed by the tank top you wore. 

“What do you want to do after retiring?” He asked, his voice calm, his eyes almost closed. He took your necklace between his fingers calmly, and watched your shiny name exposed on the icy metal.

“Gotta be honest with you, can’t see myself retiring.” You replied, with your usual brutal honesty - something he particularly always liked so much about you. “What about you?” 

You don’t mind him, you allow.

“Don’t know.” He was, too, brutally honest. “Seek fuckin’ forgiveness for my sins before I die and end up in hell, I suppose.” 

You laughed.

“Oh, fuck. Gonna die trying to find that, mate.” You admit, raising your eyebrows in another big sip of your beer. “We’re all going to hell… At least we’ll all party there together.” You sounded fun, and your eyes turned into little lines with the genuine smile you let out when noticed that he too laughed at your joke. 

“We’re partyin’? Tell me Johnny isn’t going…”

“He’s my first guest.” You laugh harder.

“Thought that’d be me.” 

“You hate parties.” You raised your eyebrows.

“I don’t hate you.”

You silently smiled and looked away. 

“Fair enough.”

When it came to the two of you, there was nothing but connotation.

You could spend hours in that apartment alone with him - and you did. Did plenty of times, and yet, among subtle touches and heartfelt conversations, the end would be the same. Not in his bed, not in yours: by the door, with a rueful look and smile on your face. 

With a held back hug you never gave, a held back kiss you never allowed and an uncertain goodbye before departing on a mission that could take your or his life.

There was a phone call, once.

He called you late in the night. He was drunk. Too drunk. 

“I’m scared.” His voice was low, fluttering, like those cold days he’d be waiting for his dad’s arrival in his bed, under the covers, terrified and alone. “I’m scared. Can- can I see you? Can I come over, please?” 

As you hugged him on the couch in your own apartment now - that huge, strong, self-sufficient man collapsing in your lap like a baby in need of comfort, your heart was never right about anything like it was right about loving him. In that moment you knew it, you were fucking lost, taken, desperately in love.

You departed; you gave him your dog tag, he gave you his. A memory, an attempt. Do not forget me, you said. Don’t you dare forget me if I die, Simon Riley.

“I didn’t.” 

He looks at you with regret. The devices that help you breathe keep him from seeing you fully, whole - but still behind all those hospital beeps and sounds, you're still as beautiful as the first time he saw you.

He wants to go back to the past. Reverse everything he did, redo it from scratch; the first time he saw you, the first time he felt his heart ache listening to you talk about another man, all the times he repressed his feelings and swore not to love you.

“I want to be with you.” He mutters, his eyes emptily stare down your almost lifeless hand resting over his. “After I retire. I want to be with you.” He says again, closing his eyes, shutting them tight like he’s trying his very best to repress the tears he wants so bad to let fall. 

“I fuckin’ need you- I- how did this happen, how did you…” He gasps as the clock ticks, low, the sound of the hands ringing like doomsday inside his head. Every second that passed was one less with you. There are twenty minutes left for you to enter that operating room, and maybe you’ll never leave it again.

His eyes water and his legs give out, he kneels beside the bed, his suppressed voice sounding like a low, painful moan. The cry of a child who lost everything he had; of a confused teenager who would become a soldier, cold, dead inside, incapable of love - who loved you. Who loves you. “I’m scared. I’m scared- I love you.” He’d mutter, praying to all known gods to not take you. Take anything, anything from me; anything but her.

When the doctors came into the room and hurriedly moved your gurney to the ward in a desperate attempt to get your heart working again with the transplant, Simon sat in the waiting room with his face buried in his hands, his legs trembling. and the false hope that you would come back.

That you’ll be on that front porch, resting ever so happily, a bottle of beer in your hand and the dogs running around. He will have gotten rid of the mask and the habit of wearing it and you’ll be happy. You’ll be happy. You’ll be alive.

“God, please.” He mutters. “You’ve taken so much from me, now please, not this.”

He stands up as the doctor calls his name, with his heart on his hand and regret flashing his face off, he just wants another minute with you, another second with you, enough seconds so he can tell you he love you - he had, for most of his life and now, and he will, for the rest of his days with or without you.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met.

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"i can't stop kissing you" prank on woozi ✧˖°.

this was requested by @sofix-hc7 !!!

this is a rly cute idea & i would love doing this on my future s/o or having them prank me with this (when will i ever get to live my DREAM)

but anyways, imagine you're at your house!

because always being in his studio for these imagines is so repetitive and i'm scared you all are getting bored of it :")

but he's sitting at your desk with his laptop

he's working on something

you're not quite sure what it is? because there's no use being nosy about it

if you ask, he'll just say "oh, don't worry about it"

but you were in bed, scrolling on your socials

when you saw a reel/tiktok of someone pulling a prank on their partner where they "cannot stop kissing" them!

and you can't help the small mischievous smile that grows on your face

you get out of bed and walk over to where he's seated

and you wrap your arms loosely around his neck

and you start giving him kisses on his cheeks and temples

and he chuckles for a moment

"what is this for?"

but you don't even stop to respond!

you just keep kissing him, all over his face

and his hands naturally move from the laptop to loosely hold your arms in their place as you continue to kiss him

"y/n! what's going on???"

"i just- mwah- can't stop- mwah- kissing you," you say between kisses

he cringes jokingly, letting it happen

he turns in his chair so you can face each other, moving his hands to lightly place themselves on your hips

and he holds you there until you're out of breath

when you start laughing at his pink face (bonus points if you were wearing lipstick and there's a bunch of marks on his cheeks)

he pulls you closer

and you hide your face in the crook of his neck as you continue laughing

maybe because you're embarrassed?

and he starts slowly chuckling, in utter disbelief

"are you good now?" he asks, rubbing your back

"no, i just needed a break," you say, before going back to kissing him

he puts his hands firmly on your arms and pushes you away so you can look at him

you can't fight how strong he is, i'm so sorry

he's smiling at you softly

it's your choice if you wanna pout there as he holds you

or you can mischievously smile at him

or look at him surprised

but whatever you do, he pulls you closer to him and kisses you softly on the lips before pulling away

"can i go back to what i was doing now?"

"hmmm..."

he waits for your response, tilting his head as he looks at you

you grab your phone to take a picture of his rosy cheeks (maybe with lipstick stains on them!)

and then you smile victoriously

"go ahead"

and he turns to go back to his work

not before giving you one last kiss on your nose so you can "leave him alone"

if you had lipstick on, he'll notice when he's taking a bathroom break

and just look at himself in the mirror in disbelief

"y/n"

"hm?"

"my face"

"what about it?"

"look what you did"

you hold in a laugh.

"looks good"

he scoffs at you before trying to wash it off with water

but it smudges everywhere!

"come here and fix this, you devil."

"okay, i'm coming," you say, grabbing some makeup wipes and wiping it off

when his face is all clean, you'll give him one last kiss on the lips, then wipe it off there as well

he won't say it, but he loves you so much

having you close and having you pepper a bunch of kisses on his face

especially if you both are in the privateness of your room

he won't mention it to anyone

and he makes sure you don't share that picture you took to anyone

but it's definitely a cute memory he keeps of you

and maybe he even writes about!

he's definitely the type to be like "only because it's you," he'll let you do anything <3

thank you so much for the request! feel free to request many, many more things through either my inbox or my asks! this was really cute to write about, so thank you for the idea.

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(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

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im not sure if your asks are open but can I request the vinsmoke brothers getting overstimmed or edged for hours until they’re shivering and sobbing?something in their ass and cock vibrating or just fingering them till they cry ? i rly wanna just put them in there place, i imagine since they don’t really experience emotions, them being overloaded with pleasure will ruin them so good ❤️

a/n: my asks are always open for thirst and requests! and sure :] i'll try my best to write about them, since i don't like them so much for everything they have done lol

cw: masturbation (m) | edging & overstimulation | bondage | fingering (m) | use of toys | didn't use any pronouns but the reader is perceived as female

You told ICHIJI that you were too tired to have sex that night, but would help him with his hard on with your hand if he still wants it. He accepted, taking any chance to feel your skin on his.

You lied on his chest, pumping his cock faster and faster, smiling and giggling at the way he whimpered while he squirmed under your touch.

"Do you like it, baby?" you ask with a teasing tone.

"Y-yes baby...don't stop" he demmanded, hugging you closer to him.

In matter of minutes, he camed for the first time in the night. His body relaxed against the matress, heavy breathing as he was trying to recover from his orgasm. Still, you saw that he was still hard, so why not keep helping him.

The yelp he let out mixed with the wet sounds your hand was making around his dick.

"W-what are you doing?!"

"Helping you, of course. I know a strong man like you can give me one more, right Ichiji?" you innocently bat your eyelashes at him.

He couldn't even answer you, since his moans interrupted him as you started to play with the head.

In no time you had him cumming again, and once again you asked him for one more.

"Come on baby, be a darling for me and cum again?"

And you did that, again and again and again. You knew Ichiji wouldn´t be able to say no if his pride was on the table. You wanted him to show you how much he can take? He'll show you.

You lost count of how many times you had made him cum. 15? 20? You were having so much fun seeing the pool of cum in his stomach and how the tip have turned redder and redder with the past of time, you thought it even matched his hair colour.

You wouldn't be able to hear him unlees he touched your shoulder like he did, making you turn at him and see his pathetic state.

His glasses had fallen out of his face, revealing you his swollen eyes and the tears that kept flowing out of them; there was a thread of droll in one corner of his mouth that kept open, letting free the most pornographic moans you've ever heard of him.

He was mumbling something, but you couldn't made out what it was.

"What do you say, baby? Use your big boy words for me"

"No more...please! No more" he sobbed, "it hurts...hurts" he mumbled.

"It does?" you ask with a fake pout. "How bad. But I want one more, yeah? And I'll let you rest" you smile at him, leaving a kiss on his tear-stained cheek.

He let out a cry when he fells you move your hand over his swollen dick one again.

NIJI was over the moon when you told him you wanted to try some bondage, running over to the bedroom, already taking of his clothes and jumping in the bed, expecting you to bring on the ropes so he could tie you up.

"Turn around baby" you said, getting on the bed with him and not really waiting for him to turn around to start tying him up.

"Eh?" he could only say, noticing you were already done when he got out of his initial shock.

"There you go. You look so pretty like this" you giggle.

"I thought I was going to tie you up!"

"So what? You don't want me to pamper you?" you fake a pout, looking at him with doe eyes.

After arguing for a bit, he finally gave up. At the end he's still gonna have sex, so what's the big deal?

He saw how wrong he was once you putted a vibrating ring on his dick, locking him up at the same time the vibrations travelled all over his body.

"Take that off now!"

"Mmh? But I just wanna make you feel good babe, lay down and enjoy it" you smile devilish at him.

Niji's head was spinning, forgetting how many times you had already denied him his realase, turning off the vibrations or stopping jacking him off when he was so close to cumming.

"Please..." he begged on a broken voice, making you look at him. His face was covered in tears and some snot, while his strong body was shaking, waiting for the realase he needed.

"You really think you deserve it? You've been acting up in the dinner a few hours ago, and you know I don't like brats, right Niji?"

Oh he knew it, but his stupid pride won't let him apologize to you.

He endured a few hours more like this, finally breaking when you had denied him for maybe the 30th time.

"You would behave for me?"

"I will, I will!" he cried, all his face drenched in tears.

You know he was lying, but that's alright, that means you would have to do this all over again.

YONJI would do whatever you want him to as the simp he is. Want him on all fours for you? Weird, but okay!

"Oh" he exclaimed at feeling your fingers inserting slowly inside him, "a bit cold" he chuckled nervously.

"Relax baby, I'm gonna make you feel real good" your fingers runned through his green hair. "So good that you won't be able to speak" you mumbled, lowkey enough that he didn't even hear it.

And so, you milk him for hours. His body was shaking and wriggling all over the bed, but he stayed still with a simple smack on his ass and your command.

He cried when you pull out your fingers, shaking his ass to you to put them in again.

"My fingers hurt, darling" you explained, not that easily affected with his puppy eyes and the tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Please! I need you...need you so much" he started to babble. He had cum many times, but his cock was aching for another orgasm.

"Well then" you opened the nightstand compartment, taking out a dildo out of his. Yonji's eyes sparkled, "you're gonna ride this instead of my fingers. And since you wanna cum so much, you're not gonna stop until I decided that you have had enough. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am" he answered hurridly, taking the toy out of your hands and sticking it inside him in one go.

He fucked himself with both his hands until his arms started to hurt, then he started to ride it, cumming all over his body and the sheets.

"I-....can't. T-too..." he tried to speak, but he was too fucked out to form any big sentences. There was dry tears marks on his cheek from the many times he cried from the overstimulation.

"Mmh? Can't cum anymore?" you asked with fake compassion on your tone, exagereting a pout when you saw him nod. "Aww, well too bad baby, because I told you that you would stop when I tell you to" you kiss his cheek and leaned closer to his hear to whisper, "and I don't want you to stop"

[little-pup-pip]

hihi! srry if youve answers this but mobile isnt making it easy to search. what's your general process for making moodboards? it's weird bc I have nooo problem making stim boards! but mbs are rly difficult for my brain evn though I wanna. how do you do it?

Hello hello! I haven't answered this before, but it's a great question!!

I usually start with either an original idea or a request that I feel like doing (sorry people who've been waiting a long time), and at that point I usually have some idea in my head of the color scheme or vibes that I want it to have and set out to Pinterest!

I gave my list of go-to items to search in a previous ask, which can be found here!

Once I've found at least 9 pictures (sometimes more than 9 for extra options) I crop them all to a 1:1 ratio so they appear as a grid of squares instead of rectangles, and sometimes make minor alterations to the color temperature (warm or cool tones) so the pictures all look coherent!

After that I play around with the composition of the picture, which can take a while depending on how many colors I'm working with. Here are 2 examples of what I mean!

This one has 2 main focus colors (as most of my moodboards do), green and brown, so the composition of it alternates between the two colors the whole time! I would also do this if it had 3 main colors. This just makes it look more even overall; to me, at least.

This one, on the other hand, is just 1 focus color, which is grey! So I didn't worry as much about the composition of it. I could move anything here to any other place, and it would be approximately the same! I treat moodboards with more than 3 focus colors the same way as moodboards with just 1, so those are less deliberately structured.

After all of that, I choose which dni banner I think fits best with what I made, write my tags out, and I'm done!! This process usually takes 20 minutes to an hour and a half, depending on how long it takes me to find the right pictures!

I hope this walkthrough of my process was helpful, and obviously there's no singular correct way to make moodboards!! Good luck Anon!

[struck-by-the-rain]

haha hey you know that ask game you reblogged. what if. the prompt i gave you from it...... was all of them . grins EVILLY

UMMM!!!! TEEHEEE!!!! hi anon here's the dissertation u requested from this ask game, obviously im doing joe and sk (Ziggy) bc who else would i be able to answer 30 questions about??? i went into detail w all of these

under cut bc loooong and theres some doodles

1. What’s their love languages?

love languages are pseudoscience but as i said in a post before (and as u can see from my art and hopefully writing lmao) they're a very physically affectionate couple to me! to paraphrase my ramble from a bit ago, they're both the type of autistic person to thrive on physical touch but Joe's spent most of his life being extremely lonely and touch-starved. so I think Ziggy (whos like. a very clingy cat kinda) just loves to be rly gentle and affectionate w Joe in a way he never thought he'd ever experience or deserve. sobs a little (idk i make em v v sappy bc. comfort ship)

2. Do they have a dynamic trope? (enemies to lovers, sunshine x grumpy, etc?)

i dont knowwwwwwww but if i ever end up putting tha things i wanna write/finish writing on ao3 theyd probs be tagged friends to lovers which i assume is what the question's asking? and probs also hurt/comfort kinda i guess, in both "directions" but i def think Joe has more Problems in his life than Ziggy, especially when they first meet, so it just goes that way (again, comfort ship. i project my problems onto both of them but maybe more on joe soooo)

3. Who cooks? Who cleans up? Who’s banned from the kitchen?

Joe's a good cook I think, out of necessity (because his dad was such a terrible one) and also he takes it up as a hobby! not too sure about Ziggy, im tempted to say he sucks a bit at it n is just a bit clumsy and incompetent. 6switcher also lives with Ziggy and Joe and he's kind of like, a 3rd (platonic) member of the relationship and cooks for them all occasionally!!!

4. What’s their favorite sleeping/cuddling positions?

again they're like velcro around each other so i think they always hold each other when sleeping,, its v. comforting for both of them!!! i went thru my art tag and ive literally drawn them snoozing like 9 quintillion times and kinda similar each time,,,, the comfy cozies,,,

also really liking the hc that space kickers are kinda catlike in some ways so maybe sometimes Joe wakes up and like. his arms numb because Ziggy's curled up like a cat and is lying on it or Ziggy's sprawled out in the most bizarre sleeping position possible.

5. Who does what chores?

They have a cat (remix 9) that was also originally Joe's so he probably looks after that side of things, and as I said Joe also does the majority of the cooking I think!!! Other than that I can't really see them particularly dividing things out in a special way, maybe bc they r both autistic they have sensory hangups around certain things and the other takes charge! and again 6switcher lives w them so does some of it

6. Do they go out often or prefer to stay indoors?

When they first meet Joe is still living in the basement and they meet behind Senior's back, so they pretty much have to spend all their time out and about! which they both enjoy. When they move in together I still think they do a lot of fun things together out and about :) especially bc I imagine Ziggy's place is in the middle of a big city w lots of stuff to do!! and they also play for the same football team! but I think they're both good at looking at each other and deciding to skip a plan/social gathering

7. Who is the more romantic one?

i dont knowwwwwwwwwwwwww they are literally just. so sappy to each other. maybe I'd say Ziggy - they call Joe a bunch of really sappy petnames and gives him physical affection a loooot

8. Do they have any favorite activities to do together?

football :)))) Ziggy teaches Joe how to play, Joe teaches Ziggy to be happy w/ doing the sport for fun and not professionally (Zig had 2 retire early when he was young)! I think they also like to watch football games together (either at the stadium or on tv)!! also I think there's a market (like a night market!!) near where they live so they visit there quite often. ohhh and stargazing sniffle

9. Baths or showers together? Do they like elaborate ones with bubbles and flower petals?

probably not - Ziggy likes 2 take really cold baths/showers while Joe likes 2 take really hot ones bc in my mind palace space kickers are adapted to colder temperatures than humans! maybe they tried a few times but it didn't work out bc they kept arguing! but I think they'd both be fans of really long fancy baths n run them for each other

10. Who drives and who picks out the music?

Ziggy drives a silly little stereotypical ufo, Joe picks out the music (usually the rockers)

11. What’s a song that describes their relationship? Or, what’s the song that they’ve deemed “their” song?

as much as Ziggy isn't a huge fan of the rockers (Joe is), "that one song" (the rockers 2 song,,, enjoy my shitty in universe name) is their song because they had their first kiss/got together as a couple at the battle of the bands!!! so that 1 ig

12. Who gets up the earliest? Who has the worst sleep schedule? Who is the sleepiest?

Another hc I've thought already abt before is they have different sleep schedules, partially because they're different species! Ziggy goes to sleep later/wakes up earlier than Joe and also spends time awake in the night/napping, a bit like a cat kind of! they should maybe consider getting seperate beds but they are wayyyy too clingy w each other to consider that dfjkdjdjd. Joe's the sleepier one I think, especially before they move in w/ each other and he's overtired from training so much and probably has a bit of an unhealthy habit of denying himself sleep. he's the kind of guy to say "oh i'm fine, i'm tired but i don't need to sleep now!" and then Ziggy will play with his (remaining) hair for 2 minutes while they're watching tv together and he'll be like honk shoo honk shoo. i think in general he struggles to sleep normally but doesn't when Ziggy is there :')

13. What’s their opinions on PDA?

hypocritical,,, they both tend to be annoyed by others doing it, but are very pda-y themselves

14. Who does fashion shows after a mall trip and who watches and compliments them?

Ziggy is a v. fashionable guy and considers buying/modifying/making clothes a hobby, and probably even gets suuuper into it and likes to do lil mock fashion shows for Joe (like walking up and down the room as if it's the catwalk).

He also likes to buy Joe clothes n stuff, at first he buys Joe kinda fancy fashion-y things (wiimix7 outfit!!!) and then learns what he acc likes to wear (rly comfy cozy sweaters n stuff).

15. Do they go on vacations together? Where is their favorite place to visit?

they visit Joe's home planet quite often because he gets homesick and also ends up with earthling family other than senior. and they probs go to the beach there too or smth :)

16. What’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? Do they cook/clean together? Do they like to go out shopping together?

Joe has a growing collection of earthling plants (part of their apartment is slowly turning into a jungle) to feel more at home, and they love looking after them together, and Ziggy loves to listen to Joe talk about the different plants and how he's making sure they're all happy!!!

17. What does a relaxing night in look like for them?

very cliche but they cuddle up (under a blanket if its cold) and watch TV every night until one of them (usually Joe) starts falling asleep... Usually things like football games or like, shows/movies from their respective planets which they feel is important to introduce the other to. idk its just a mega important part of their routine to both of them :)

18. What does a date night out look like for them?

uhhhhhh idk Ziggy takes fuckin forever to get ready and pick an outfit and stuff a lot of the time! I think they live in a big city on Ziggy's planet w a lot of stuff to do so they have p varied date nights,,, stuff like going for nice dinners or concerts or watching the space/cosmic dance together! but tbf i think their fav date nights r like,, just stargazing together on a quiet hillside or something. i think if they're at a concert or a restaurant or whatever they often end up stargazing together anyway bc they both get overwhelmed easily n go and sit outside to chill for a bit

19. How do they silently/subtly express their love for each other?

when Joe was still living in the basement, letters! they communicated mainly by post during that period of their relationship and I think they'd just,,, include little inside jokes or send each other little heart candies n stuff. when theyre together i think theyd do things like subtly holding/touching hands or one holding on to the others coat or whatever,,, like idk theyre just always holding on to each other whether subtly or not

20. What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?

Ziggy steals all of Joe's sweaters, even the ones he buys for Joe as a gift, bc they're oversized and really comfy and just like,,, feel like a big hug to him!!! Joe also lends him a pink rockers t-shirt one day so they can match at the battle of the bands and it becomes Ziggy's fav pyjamas! idk if Joe steals any of Ziggy's extensive wardrobe bc a lot of it isn't his style, though i could see him taking a liking to Ziggy's scarves :)

21. Which of their friends/family pokes fun at them for them getting flustered/affectionate?

6switcher basically bullies them 24/7, and Ziggy likes to playfully make fun of Joe for getting super flustered, often after doing something intentionally to make him flustered

22. How do they apologize after arguments?

I think Joe overapologises and overexplains a lot (now im thinkin Ziggy would do the same as well. but especially Joe), but he'd also default to baking something for them. I think Ziggy would just come and wrap their arms around Joe after they've had an argument

23. Do they like pick up lines?

They both see pick up lines as kind of cringe and would use them as a joke/bit! I think they both don't get why anyone would use those kind of things unironically

24. What are their favorite places to kiss on their partner(s)? What are their favorite types of kisses?

Zig likes to kiss Joe all over,,, but their fave is the very tip of Joe's nose, like it just makes him completely melt every time. I like to draw/imagine them also kissing him on the forehead n cheeks a lot. I hc space kickers as having patterns on their skin, I think Joe finds Ziggy's really really pretty so he likes kissing each of the lil spots and stuff on his shoulders and arms and stuff sniffle... ye

25. What is their dream home? Do they buy a place together? Who plans the decorations and who does the heavy lifting?

When they first meet and are long distance they both dream of living like,, anywhere together. I think they're pretty happy in Ziggy's little apartment, but eventually I imagine them moving to Joe's planet (because he missed it a lot) in a lil house and maybe running a kids football academy or smth! Idk exaactly what the interior decor is like but probs like,, cozy and full of plants n sunlight (projecting my dream home dreams onto them lmfao)

26. Do they have any pets or kids?

They have a cat and a fuck tonne of plants

27. Who would propose? What would their wedding be like?

im so unsure of which 1 would propose to the point where im considering the sappy gay relationship trope where they both propose at the same time!!! Whoever proposes, I think they'd do it outside live house ogu where they had their first kiss for sentimental reasons... I think Joe especially would want to get married bcs he has like,, no family or anything after running away from the basement (before he reunites w his mum), and he'd see getting married as a big part of leaving his past behind him and also becoming part of Ziggy's family! I think their wedding would have a mix of both earthling and sk traditions (whatever they are), space gramps would officiate it, 6switcher would be the best man and idk. gay space marriage (old art below)

28. What’s something that reminds them of their partner(s)? Do they have anything on them daily as a reminder (a photo, phone background, tattoo, clothing/accessory, etc)?

before they live together i think they know where each others planets in the night sky are and they look out for them every night, and probably also swap clothes so they can feel closer to each other! Joe has an old film camera that his dad stored in the basement and he takes pictures of em as lil mementos :)

29. What is something they can never agree on? How do they meet in the middle?

They spend a lot of time deliberating about whether to move back to Joe's home planet and maybe disagreeing on that! Joe misses it sometimes and has family/friends there, while Ziggy's job/football team/friends/family are on their planet. They compromise by makin lots of visits before/after they move I think, idk. I also think they never agree on like, how hot the room should be bc theyre adapted to diff temperatures lol

30. Free space! Say something about this ship that you want to say!

im SOOOO normal about them they make me ILL!!!! and ive learned like 90000000 art things just to draw better pics of them!!!!!!! and they bring me so much genuine comfort!!!!!!! as an extra thing I think they'd speak mix of each other's languages to each other

thanks for reading this far and thank you anon for enabling me

[slytherinshua]

i'm bored so send in some fic requests with prompts <3

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rules

only 1-2 prompts per ask, these fics are going to be short drabbles, not full fics unless the brainrot is too strong skdjks so expect the wc to be around +-500 words

please only send in requests for the boyz, nct wish, tws, zerobaseone, boynextdoor, xdinary heroes, txt, onf, mcnd, lucy, nflying, or hwang minhyun cause those are the ppl i feel like writing for rn skdjsk im sorry </3 (heavy on tbz i rly wanna write more fics for them!!!)

if you request for a group that is not listed im just gonna delete the ask im sorry :(

i might reject some requests if i've already written a fic with the same prompt, it's hard to think of different fic ideas and include the same prompts so i'm sorry if i can't do your request </3

ill only be writing/accepting prompt requests for the next week so enjoy until then!!

prompt list under the cut!! (it's not very organized and i just got random prompts on tumblr and from my past prompt events!) i will cross out prompts that i’ve already written fics with!!

"I'm not leaving you. Ever."

"We're not just dating, we're married."

 "Just breathe with me, okay?" "Okay."

 "Can I kiss you?"

"Five more minutes please, I don't wanna leave you."

"I realized why I couldn't stand you; I can't stop loving you and it's making me crazy."

"Get some rest, you work too hard."

 "You deserve the world."

 "Your hair is soft."

“You're safe here with me."

"It's you. It's always going to be you."

 "You're not like them. You're better, you always have been and you always will be."

 "How about we face it together?"

"Whatever happens; I'll be here."

"Why?" "Because I love you."

"I just don't want you getting hurt."

"I have something to do!" "Blow them off and stay here with me all day."

"Oh, so you're jealous?" "I'm not jealous!"

"Dance with me?"

"You're my home."

"When I'm with you, everything else goes away."

"I can't stay away from you, I tried but I can't."

"Wanna get drunk together?"

"Is this a date?"

"Are those my clothes?"

"You're worth the wait."

"Eyes up here, idiot."

 "I'm yours. I'll always be yours."

"Time will take care of it."

"Are you hurt?!"

"We'll fix things. We always do."

"One more kiss."

“I’d never turn down a kiss from you.”

“Where’s my goodnight kiss?”

“You can’t scare me like that, okay?”

“Let me help you.”

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s okay. I’m here.”

“Don’t listen to that voice inside your head, listen to mine.”

"I'm sorry. I'll never be good enough for you."

"I cheated on you."

"I think this ― us ― was a mistake."

"Please don't go."

"I'm too scared to die, not yet, please."

"I love you, and that's why I'm letting you go."

"Oh my god.. You love somebody else."

"It probably doesn't mean anything to you, but I love you."

"I can be there when you need me!" "But I did, and you weren't." 

"Leave."

"I can't forgive you."

"Don't make me choose."

"I don't have a choice."

 "Why does this sound like goodbye?" "Because it is."

"You said forever."

 "How long have you been lying to me?"

"Did you ever love me?"

 "Why do you keep me a secret? Why are we hiding?"

 "Are you embarrassed of me?"

"One last time. Please."

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Was I not enough for you?"

"You don't get to call me that anymore."

 "Is that all I mean to you?"

"It's better this way."

 "I get it. You can leave. It's what they all do anyway."

"You're just like the others."

 "You don't mean that." "I do."

"But why would you do it to me?"

"So this is the end?"

"After everything, this is all you can come up with?"

[seaquestions]

girl help im thinking abt my ocs again.

i feel like i need to give blake more hardships beyond the rookie year concussion bcos compared to how i treat conor, he rly is the favoured child of god (me)… i kinda wanna say he never wins the cup his whole career no matter how amazing he is but that makes me sad bcos he’s my number 1 baby and i want it for him. i think maybe the pines win the cup while he’s super injured (again) and can’t be there. and he has to live with that disappointment in himself… i think maybe blake just keeps getting hurt all the time lol. my lil bad luck omen. “i love him sooo much” i say as i slowly break every bone in his body. and then meanwhile conor is gonna be living in hell on earth with the weight of the world on his shoulders rawdogging his mental illness all the while… until he finally requests a trade and makes it all the way w/ his new team, with management that treats his physical and mental health better…. Conor Will Go To Therapy! for his anxiety and various other issues! they will no longer be dismissed or taken lightly! REAL!!

i also kinda want them to play together at some point but i also dont think that’s ever happening. just all star games probably. they have to live their own lives and find their own identities beyond ‘im really good at hockey and im obsessed with my rival’.

hhuauaghhh….. this isnt even anything im gonna be writing… this is future shit, sequel shit… i wanna keep writing but i keep editing the first chapter cos. it has to make sense!! i need to keep a timeline!! switching out the linemates, changing it to an away game, also blake’s a winger now when i started writing he was a centre…. 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

[v3nusxsky]

Peer pressure

*Authors note~ I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get to this love I hope it's okay*

Trigger warnings~ peer pressure, alcohol drugs stick and pokes easily led r and depression

Prompt~ Hey idk rly how requests work but I wanted to request a lesso x reader H&C fic -where the reader kinda has like a mental breakdown cuz their friends keep pressuring them into like drinking and drugs and stick and pokes and they're just tired of doing stuff they don't really wanna be doing and having to hide it from everyone- idk just some personal issues I'm going through that I need some comfort for if u do write it id really appreciate it and I don't really want credit but it's fine if u don't do ya thanks also I love ur writing it helps me a lot so thanks for that <3 requested by mystery272722 on wattpad

You'd always been told you were easily led. In a world full of Shepard's and sheep, you were undoubtedly a sheep. A follower of anyone really. You aimed to please, and if you didn't you worried you'd lose the person or that you'd somehow lost your worth. This is what made you vulnerable and easy to exploit, despite knowing that you were powerless to stop. Seeking validation and friendship and finding it in the wrong crowd.

You liked to think you were a good student, as good as a never can be anyway. But this new group of friends you found yourself in seemed to be the complete opposite. The first hint was when they encouraged you to go drinking. You didn't really want to drink, alcohol wasn't your thing, but every time you said no your friends would keep pushing you to. That night you ended up caving and telling them "just one" which ended up being an awful amount, so much so you had no idea just how much alcohol was floating around in your system. The hangover you were going to have in the morning would be one hell of a bitch to deal with. Yet your friends were no where to be seen in the morning, probably off nursing their own hangovers. You promised yourself you'd be stronger next time.

The next time was when a few of them decided to get high. It wasn't something you ever wanted to try, you had no interest and truly you hated the smell of it. Yet you still wish d to keep your friends so you went with them, knowing you'd told them you wouldn't be smoking. Oh how wrong you'd been. They let you get comfortable before adding on the pressure, goading and taunting you into smoking with them. "Don't be a baby, it's just a little smoke" they whined watching as you coughed and spluttered after taking a hit. It tasted god damn awful, you didn't understand why anyone would want to do this willingly. Upset with yourself for not being stronger you managed to break away from the group.

The third time they were doing stick and pokes. You didn't want one, if you were going to get tattoos then it would be done in a shop by a trained professional, not some drunk and high 17 year old in the schools classroom. Truly you wondered why they choose to set up here, after all a classroom? But you left them too it, until the pressure became too much. "It doesn't even hurt why are you such a whimp" the whined trying to catch you and put you in the chair. "No thank you. I don't want to" you whimpered trying to stand up to them only to fail. They'd caught you and held you still in the chair.

Just as the needle pierced the skin and you let out a pained cry. That cry alerted Leonora Lesso to come and see the room, the sight that met her truly broke her heart. Your so-called friends holding you down as you cried. Instantly, she began barking orders at you all, dismissing the unnecessary students before ensuring they let you go. You were instantly up, out of the chair and into her arms. Your sobs wrecked your body as you clutched your arm to your body. Her hand soothingly ran up and down your spine before instructing your friends to be taken to the doom room. Maybe if you were willing to have the stick and poke she could've turned a blind eye, but seeing how distressed you were she knew they had to be punished.

"Sweetheart, you should never be forced into something you don't want to do. And if your friends don't listen to you Angel then they aren't good friends to have" she finished her little speech she dropped a quick sweet kiss to your head before asking to see your arm. You allowed her too and she gently healed the small pokes. "There sweetheart it never happened, if anything should ever happen like this I want you to come and find me okay Angel" you nodded in conformation that you would before just soaking in her motherly embrace.

Word count~ 861

[xamaxenta]

Got some first requests for BB/Ace if you wanna throw them in lolol /crying bloom

Oh NO mika good luck 😂😭 i recall u mentioned u mostly only write bb to have him die

Uhm no pressure 👉🏽👈🏽?

But i think its always fun if BB is rly handsy with Ace clearly possessive but Ace thinks its sweet lol

[audweefics]

if you wanna write to fill the overwatch content gap, then i will make a humble request! i'd like to read your take on soldier 76's backstory, specifically when he was growing up on the farm. i often imagine him listening to ethel cain's 'American Teenager' in his bedroom and commenting "I was born in the wrong generation" as an angsty 16 year old lol. doesn't have to be long if you're not feeling it, but I feel like there's not a lot of 'non-shippy' fan content out there for my guy and it'd be awesome to see more. thank you!

ALRIGHT This is rly funny I love non-shippy content so I'll give it a shot! I'll do some headcanons because I have thoughts.

note post-writing: this came out way angstier then i imagined. whoops

-Jack Morrison was born kicking and screaming. That certainly didn't stop as he went through his teenage years.

-Once a fighter, always a fighter, as they say.

-I presumed he was homeschooled, as he was raised on a farm.

-Was a good-hearted kid, when people looked at him, they saw a strong-willed honor student with a fighting spirit.

-This was totally a front put on for the adults, at age 14, Morrison was often getting in fights and arguments with the local kids.

-One time one of his bullies was picking on a younger boy who was new in town, Morrison punched him straight across the face.

-It didn't go well. He got his ass handed to him. But the younger kid was left alone, and he was thankful he could help get them to pick a new target at the very least.

-His guardians were NOT happy about the constant fighting that happened after this. He kept putting himself in front of danger.

-In one instance, at age 16, a fight escalated to a knife fight.

-He was told off by his guardians about not caring about any of his work and was being reckless. They said this fighting wouldn't get him anywhere in the real world. That he was going to throw his life away for no good reason.

-He locked himself in his room, with the army magazines he would always look at. He could fight, and for a damn good reason. He put on "Amercian Teenager" and went to his punching bag and threw yet another punch.

-If he let out tears that night, no one would know except him. He thinks that if he was born earlier, he could fight for the country, and be the hero he wanted to be.

-And maybe someday in the future, his time will come to fight. But for now, he's just another teenager.

-At age 18, he enlists in the military. I suppose we know the story from this point on.

[tiptapricock]

marc and khonshu and unfortunately it's sexual

So I def have some specific vibes for the dynamic at play here, but also do wanna b clear I’m not rly a Khonshu x the MK sys person. I see an aspect of toxic codependency, reliance, loneliness, possessiveness, etc. esp between Khonshu n Marc, n I’m ok exploring that in certain circumstances, but I’m overall not comfy w a lot of the depictions n explorations for them that r popular so I don’t want like. A ton more requests around this. Ur good anon! Just wanting to b clear there :-)

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Marc groaned in frustration as the hotel drapes blustered, that dusty, cold, taste Khonshu brought with him sleeping into the air.

“Can you go?” he bit out. “I’m busy.”

“You are alone.”

“Yeah, and?”

“You should be out,” Khonshu boomed, “tackling the shadows and bringing justice to all those who would stain my night.”

“Yeah, well.” Marc grit his teeth, hand still shoved down his pants where he was propped up against the headboard. He’d just gotten a good rhythm going, just started to ease into that fuzzy place where he didn’t have to think as much. “Not tonight,” he said quietly. “Please.”

Khonshu scoffed, skull tilting down almost humorously. “Why? So you can tend to your earthly pleasures? Have you become too weak for your duties, Marc Spector?”

“That’s not—” Marc sighed. “No, I just need a fuckin’ break. I’m… just… yeah.”

Tired. Shit, he was tired.

“Hm.” Khonshu was quiet for a moment, and if Marc squeezed his eyes closed he could almost forget he was there. Almost. He tried to ignore it anyway, working a hand along the bulge of his dick through his boxers and trying to make himself think of something other than hurting people.

“When you are done,” Khonshu said, breaking Marc’s focus and startling him slightly, “get to work.”

Marc cracked an eye open and glanced over to see the god turning to the open window.

“Yeah,” he breathed, nodding slightly, “sure.” He worked his hand a bit faster, eyes slipping closed again. He tried to imagine someone, someone who could be touching him instead. Marlene, from highschool, maybe, or heck, even Frenchie. Yeah, he could work with that.

“Oh…and Marc?” Khonshu spoke again, and Marc groaned in frustration.

“What?” he snapped, not opening his eyes this time, focusing on the tingles of pleasure that curled down through his legs and the ache of moving his arm so fast.

There was a huff, and then like a rocket of bright ice through his veins, something sharp ran up Marc’s neck and curled into his hair, and he burst under his palm. He swore, curling over the wave of a sudden orgasm, spots of star-bright warmth fluttering behind his eyes.

He stayed still for a moment in the aftermath, heaving, a sudden, aching, emptiness tightening in his throat. And then he swallowed, taking a deep breath, and pulled a sticky hand from his briefs. It was gross, and he felt distinctly pathetic and cold as he scrubbed the mess on his palm off on the sheets. But… what were you gonna do.

Marc wiped the few surprised tears from his lips with the back of his arm, stared down at the mess in his lap for a moment, and then looked up at Khonshu.

“That time to work is now, Marc.”

“Yeah,” he rasped out. “I figured.”

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