#bridal sleepwear

[snazzywaydropshipping]

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[lauren-inthe-sky]

[amelineava]

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[shararatfanclub]

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[lonefloric]

Hi there! if requests are open can i request a Sanemi x Hashira! reader (If you don’t do that then that’s alright! just normal Y/N will be fine).

Where sanemi comes back from a mission or just being out to find the reader in a blind rage. like everyone in the house has like fully just left. She throwing things, breaking things, but by the time he gets to her she’s just falling to her knees and sobbing. like she’s just done, she’s so overwhelmed and just so tired and done.

I’m in the mood for some fluff and comfort and i’m just having a really hard time rn i guess. (we love depression ❤️)

Have a nice day :)

Exhausted ✿

Sanemi x female hashira!reader

Sorry for this being so late and probably low quality, I've been sick and went to a Yung gravy concert so I've been resting a lot. I hope you still enjoy, and I completely understand the struggle of depression and breaking down from exhaustion :(( <3

Sanemi was exhausted, he just returned from a week-long mission and just wanted to go home and lay with you in bed. he trekked slowly along the path toward his estate, the usually short walk feeling long. Everything seemed normal at the estate from a distance, leaving him oblivious to the disaster inside the estate.

inside the estate, the entire interior was wrecked. broken glass and random tidbits strewn around everywhere. As Sanemi was getting ready to enter the estate gardens he heard a glass shatter, which made him slightly concerned. the shattering glass was followed by momentary silence before another glass shattered.

Now Sanemi was very concerned, his pace picking up and throwing the door open on high alert. he was ready for anything, his hand readied on his blade in case a demon somehow made it into the estate. his eyes flicked around the room before landing on your slumped form. you leaned against the wall heavy sobs wrecking your body. the entire room was a mess, with glass everywhere and dirt from the plants you cared for in your free time.

"what the hell happened?" sanemi wasn't worried about the mess in the room, more concerned for your mental state. you didn't look good at all, with messy hair, a tear-stained face, the scratch marks on your face from where he could tell you tugged at your hair and dragged your nails down your face. you finally noticed his presence after a moment, he stepped forward and caught you as you leaned towards him, carefully maneuvering both of your bodies to the floor.

"I'm so tired," you sobbed, "I'm overwhelmed from all the missions from the demon attacks increase. I'm so tired." sanemi didn't say anything, just listened and stroked your hair. he may be rough around the edges, but he really was a soft man. soon your sobs died down, you had cried all the tears in your body, now just leaning against Sanemi's chest.

"Let us go lay down," you nodded tiredly, sanemi lifted you up bridal style and carefully stepped around the mess on the floor, he would be worried about that later. carrying you to the bedroom he carefully helped you change into comfier sleepwear and laid down on the bed with you. you snuggled into his chest and quickly fell asleep.

sanemi's fingers slowly dragged down your face, gently moving hair from your face and watching your peaceful expression. seeing you so distraught hurt sanemi's heart. he would talk to the master later and see if you would be able to get a temporary break to be able to rest and recover.

[auspexsims]

Olivia is in her mid-twenties in the mid-1920's, so it was time for another look at what she's wearing ❤️

Olivia is in the majority of women at the time that are not of the means to be a glamorous flapper - her pastel colors are what she can afford as a working city woman (and what she prefers!), and she doesn't have the time or energy after work to go out and party in the upscale areas of town or sew clothes in more beautiful colors for herself. Her indulgences are few - a lesser grade fur coat she saved up for, and her navy blue silk pajamas in the new jumpsuit style.

CC and creator links under the cut:

Daily 1 - dress | backpack | hat

Daily 2 - dress | hat

Casual - bandana | skirt | top

Sleepwear 1 - outfit

Sleepwear 2 - jumpsuit | wrap

Swimming - swimsuit

Night Out - dress | hat

Bridal - dress | veil | flowers

Summer - hat | top | skirt

Winter - dress | hat | fur coat

Thank you to @waxesnostalgic @happylifesims @twentiethcenturysims @solistair @plumbobteasociety

@candycottonchu @joliebean @rustys-cc

for your beautiful contributions to our mutual hobby! :)

[disillusioneddanny]

Love Me Like You

Absolutely wrote this instead of going to sleep. This is based off of the song Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar for steven universe.

Damian’s heart was racing violently in his chest. He was angry, no he was beyond angry. No one was listening to him! He was twenty years old now, he wasn’t some little Robin sidekick anymore either, he was Red Bird, he had taken a different name and become his own person as a vigilante yet it didn’t seem to matter to anyone in this blasted family. All they saw him as was the demon brat, the boy who had been raised to become an assassin who had been brainwashed his entire life. 

But he wasn’t that boy any longer! He had been out of the League of Assassins for the same amount of time he had been in it. If not a little longer if one could count the fact that the ten years he was with his family he was fully cognizant and could make his own decisions, unlike the toddler he had been with the League. 

Sure, he had been moulded to be the perfect weapon, the perfect heir to the Demon’s Head but he was more than that now, he was so, so, so much more than that. 

He was a hero, he was someone that others could look upon and be inspired. He wasn’t some ruffian assassin any longer and his past shouldn’t matter in the slightest anymore. At least, it shouldn’t be thrown in his face by his own family every chance he got. 

He stormed up the steps of the Brownstone he owned with his boyfriend and let out a huff, trying to calm his racing heart before he stepped into the home.  It would be different once he was past these bricks, he would be in the company of someone who saw him completely and loved him anyways. 

He stepped through the threshold and smiled as he found his beloved passed out on the couch, curled up with a blanket wrapped around him. 

If I could begin to be, half of what you think of me. I could do about anything. 

Damian smiled at his boyfriend before he stooped down, slipping one arm underneath Danny’s legs and the other under his neck as he lifted him in the air carefully, cradling him bridal style in his arms. 

“Tried to stay up and wait for you,” the halfa mumbled, pressing his face against Damian’s chest. “Got too tired.”

“It is alright, Beloved,” Damian murmured before he pressed a kiss to Danny’s forehead. “Rest, I assume you had a busy day, my dear?”

“Justice League Dark are full of idiots who don’t know their ass from their head,” Danny mumbled as Damian opened the bedroom door. 

He let out a soft chuckle at that. He would not be surprised if his beloved lost his mind even a little bit when having to work with both that dreadful Constantine and Doctor Fate at the same time. 

“Who all were there?” Damian asked as he set Danny on the bed. The halfa whined at the loss of Damian’s warmth, making the vigilante’s heart flutter. 

When I see the way you act, wondering when I’m coming back. I could do about anything.

“Give me just a moment to change into some sleepwear and I’ll join you,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at Danny who now laid with a pillow wrapped in his arms and a pout on his face. “Now, tell me about the meeting.”

“I originally went to the Watchtower to work on one of the main engines, Supes had been saying it sounded wrong,” he said, launching into his tale but Damian was taken back to a different time, three years before when he had first met his love. 

 I could even learn how to love like you. 

Three years ago. 

Damian trailed behind his father into the main room of the Watchtower when he had noticed something out of the ordinary. There seemed to be someone floating on the outside of the ship without a space suit of any kind. 

“Batman,” he gasped out, stepping towards the man only for his steps to falter as the man-being waved at him with a wide smile. Bruce looked over curiously and smiled. 

“Oh, that’s Phantom,” he said simply. “He’s the head engineer of the Watchtower maintenance crew. Although, I have been trying to convince him to join us as an actual member for well over a month now. He refuses.”

“He looks no older than I do, how could he be the head engineer?” Damian asked, looking mystified as the being, Phantom phased through the window and gave him a dopey smile. 

“Would you believe me if I said I was just cool like that?” He asked, looking Damian up and down. “And who might you be?”

“Right, you’ve not seen him in his newest persona,” Batman said before, Damian’s eyes had to be deceiving him, his father was smiling at Phantom! “This is Red Bird.”

Damian held out a hand for Phantom. “It’s a pleasure,” he said, locking in on those eyes that reminded him of the Lazarus Pits he had grown up around. 

“Oh, I think the pleasure is all mine,” Phantom had purred, his eyes a green fire that had sucked Damian in immediately. He had never been bested so easily by someone else in all his life. 

I always thought I might be bad, now I’m sure that it’s true. 

He never did learn how Danny had managed to become the head engineer, even after three years of dating the halfa.

“And then Detective Chimp had to but in! Which why the hell do we have a fucking monkey on the team anyway! His name is fucking Bobo, Dami, Bobo!” Danny said, now fully awake as he laid starfished in their bed, the pillow now resting on his chest as he glared up at the ceiling. 

Damian chuckled and pulled his shirt over his head before he glanced at his boyfriend once more. “He is a detective, darling, quite a good one at that. I think he’s almost as good as,” Damian stopped and scowled. No, he was not going to go in that direction, he was not going to bring up his father, not when his mood was finally starting to lift and he had been distracted by his lover. 

“Oh, I know that look,” Danny said before he floated off of the bed and gave Damian a look as he cupped his face in his calloused hands. Danny’s right thumb ran along the small scar just below Damian’s left eye. Almost miniscule, no one had ever noticed it before except for Danny. It had been from his first time knife fighting as a child, his oppent had managed to get a single nick in and Damian had been punished within an inch of his life for letting someone get past his defenses. 

He had been five at the time. 

Danny had been ready to destroy all of Nanda Parbat when he had first learned how Damian had gotten the scar. No one had ever been so angry on his behalf before. Sure, his family were angry about his upbringing but not once had they ever truly considered the emotional and mental damage it had done to Damian. How he had to work so hard to be good in their eyes even after all these years.

Cause I think you’re so good, and I’m nothing like you.

“What did he say to you this time?” Danny asked, his big blue eyes curious and so very full of love. 

Damian sighed. “It doesn’t matter,” he said, stepping away to change into his pajama pants. Danny grabbed his wrist and frowned. 

“What did we talk about, Polaris?” He asked, brows now furrowed in concern. 

“My feelings matter,” Damian recited like a toddler back to his boyfriend. 

Look at you go, I just adore you. 

“Now, do you want to talk about it? Or do you want me to drop it?” Danny asked him, letting go of his wrist to instead wind their fingers together, interlocking them so that Damian could not escape his boyfriend’s grasp even if he wanted to.

Damian just smiled at him. “I do not wish to expand into the entire argument. But he told me that I will always be an assassin at heart and that I will never be more than that,” he said softly, his eyes sad as he tried his very best to not replay the argument in his head. 

I wish that I knew, what makes you think I’m so special. 

Danny’s face crumpled before he pulled Damian in for a tight hug, the shorter man pressed Damian’s face to his neck, forcing the vigilante to crouch slightly. “He’s wrong, you’re an amazing vigilante, Damian. You’ve done so much for people, for Gotham, ancients you’ve done so much for the world,” he said, combing his fingers through Damian’s hair. “You could have easily decided that this wasn’t the life for you when you left Talia, you could have decided to live as a normal kid and never get involved in any of this. But you became a vigilante anyway, and you’ve stayed a vigilante, a hero for the last ten years. Only a special kind of person could do that, Polaris,” Danny said softly, pressing a soft kiss to Damian’s damp cheek.

 He absolutely rubbed at his face, not even realizing that he had been crying.

If I could, begging to do, something that does right by you. I would do about anything. 

“Let’s get to bed,” Danny said, watching as Damian pulled away to slip his pajama bottoms on. Danny took his hand once more and led him to their large bed. He pulled the blankets back and slipped Damian in them.

Once Damian was secure underneath the blankets, Danny wrapped his arm around him and held him close. “You know, the first time I laid my eyes on you, Damian, I knew you were the one for me,” Danny whispered in his ear, his chin rested on Damian’s shoulder as the ghost spooned him, holding the vigilante close. “My core, it sung for you. It saw the good in you even then,” he whispered. 

Damian smiled. It had taken him so long to work up the nerve to ask Danny on a date. 

Three Years Earlier. 

Damian stared at the head engineer as he declined Batman’s offer once again to join the Justice League Dark, stating once again that his passion was for engineering and nothing more. Damian had walked towards him just moments later, finally working up the nerve to talk to the ghost once again. 

“Why do you need turning him down?” He asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. “Would you not like to use your powers to be a hero?”

Phantom had just smiled and shook his head. “Nope,” he said simply as he fasted the work belt to his waist. “Why would I do something that doesn’t make me happy?”

“For the safety of others? It is a duty, an obligation-”

“No, it isn’t,” Phantom told him. “It may be that for you, but it isn’t for me. I spent three long years trying to keep my hometown safe and I was very good at it until one day I realized it didn’t make me happy. There were others in the area who genuinely enjoyed being a hero so I let them take over. Then with all that extra time I graduated early, got my bachelor’s in engineering and now I’m working on the Watchtower as the head engineer while I get my masters. This is it for me, Redbird, it’s what makes me happy.”

Damian frowned. “But don’t you feel as though that is a waste?” He asked, trying to understand the man’s logic. 

Phantom shook his head. “Not at all. I’ve got a lot on my plate, you know? I’m the Ghost King for one, which thankfully isn’t a whole lot of work now that I’ve got a council that pretty much runs everything. I’m mostly just a figure head nowadays. And I’m just plain old Danny Phantom, the head engineer of the Justice League’s homebase. If they need me to consult with their Dark team or need my help, I’ll offer it. But I won’t go out of my way for it,” he explained. “It doesn’t bring me joy, I don’t feel a sense of pride saving the world or helping others. I just feel tired. And that’s okay.”

“I do not think I understand,” Damian said slowly. This was not something he had ever thought of. His entire life had been planned for him. First he was the heir to the Demon’s Head and then he was the heir to Batman, the only blood son. Expected to take on the mantle of Robin and fight side by side with Batman to keep the forces of evil at bay. 

And now Danny was telling him that he didn’t have to do that if it did not make him happy?

When I see the way you look, shaken by how long it took. I could do about anything. 

“Danny,” Damian said softly, turning over to face his beloved. He searched those beautiful blue eyes and let out a breath. “I do not think being RedBird brings me joy anymore.”

Danny just gave him a small smile. “That’s okay,” he whispered. “You’ve been kicking ass for ten years, that’s a long time to devote yourself to others.”

“Will you help me?” Damian asked, twining their fingers together. “Will you help me find what sparks joy for me?”

The smile Danny gave him was dazzling. “Of course, Polaris. I would be honored to help you,” he whispered. 

I could even learn how to love like you. 

Love like you. 

Love me like you. 

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[veryblushyswitch]

What Makes You Helpless?

Summary: While hanging out, Ramona learns something adorable about her dorky boyfriend. Unfortunately for him, she takes the opportunity to explore this discovery all she can. ☆

Lee: Scott

Ler: Ramona

As the door opened, Scott and Ramona stumbled into Ramona’s apartment. Scott was still getting used to this head subway thing. It was convenient don’t get him wrong, but landing smoothly was still a bit of a struggle.

A cool breeze filled the walkway as the door closed. Gideon, having heard the commotion, scurried down the stairs and went to rub against Ramona’s legs. Scott bent down and put put his hand out to which Gideon sniffed then allowed Scott to pet him. Gideon licked Scott’s wrist before running off to who knows where.

“He seems to be getting more comfortable with you.” Ramona smiled at her boyfriend. Scott returned the smile and nodded. “He really is. It’s nice.” He took off his jacket and hung it on a hook against the wall. Ramona did the same along with her bag. They went into the kitchen and had some tea. Scott sipped his herbal mixture Ramona has recently bought while Ramona went with a classic chamomile. The hot drink warmed them up against the cold weather. Even with living in Canada for so long, Scott could never seem to get used to the constant snowy conditions.

“You wanna go to my room? We could cuddle and maybe watch a movie on my laptop?” Ramona asked, taking her last sip of tea. Scott agreed and brought his mug with him. Scott was the sipper between the two. Once up the stairs and into her room, Scott and Ramona changed into their pajamas. Scott sported an oversized band t-shirt and some blue pajama pants. Ramona had on a loose fitting tank top and some fuzzy pajama pants that had matching fuzzy socks. Scott stared at his girlfriend as if in a trance. She always looked so adorable in her sleepwear. He walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“You look so cute.” Scott complimented, taking not at how Ramona’s cheeks became slightly pink. “Aww~ Thanks.” Ramona kissed Scott’s nose. Scott blushed and returned the gesture. Ramona yelped when Scott went further to pick her up bridal style and carry her over to the bed. She giggled at the affection, Scott laying her down gently. Not before jumping on top of her and peppering her face with kisses.

“You’re suhuch aha dohork!” She lightly pushed at Scott’s shoulders as he continued. He moved to her neck to which she melted. She forgot sometimes that Scott knew her weaknesses. Her eyes closed, Scott taking her hand in his and rubbing his thumb across the soft skin. A few minutes later and the two laid next to each other under the blankets. Their eyes locked onto each others and a small hint of pink spread across both of their faces.

“It’s not fair that you know all my weaknesses.” Ramona complained. However, a small smile managed to find its way to her face through her sentence. Scott chuckled and brushed some hair out of her face to tuck behind her ear. “It’s not my fault you absolutely melt when I kiss your neck.” She blushed even more so at that.

“Really though. I should be able to know something about you that makes you helpless.” A smirk spread scores Scott’s face. “Are you saying I make you feel helpless?” Scott teased. Ramona’s jaw dropped before she lightly shoved at Scott’s shoulder.

“I’ll find something that makes you helpless Scott Pilgrim. And if I don’t on my own, I could always go to Wallace for help~” Ramona teased, chuckling when Scott’s eyes widened in fear. Wallace would spill every little secret to Ramona if she so much as mentioned Scott and weakness in the same sentence. He could always come clean now about something small. Lord only knows the things Wallace was willing to remember and reveal.

“Okay. Okay fine.” Scott huffed, debating again for a moment to make sure he was making the right decision. Ramona eagerly but patiently waited for his answer. “The truth is… ugh it’s hard to say out loud.” Scott hid his face in his hands. Ramona gently took Scott’s hands in hers. “Hey, I’m sure it’s not that bad. And don’t worry, I won’t actually use anything against you if you don’t want me to. I won’t force you to tell me.” Ramona’s soft voice helped relax Scott. He took a deep breath and prepared to say that word.

“Okay. I… I’m uh… reallyreallyticklish.” Scott scrambled to say that last part. Ramona looked confused. Of all the things that ran through her mind, Scott was afraid to say he was ticklish? “But that’s not all.” Scott began again. “I kind of… don’t really mind it either… when it happens to me.” Scott’s eyes averted her gaze, desperately telling his hands to not rip away from her hold and hide his red face. Ramona’s confusion turned into that of sincerity.

“Scott… I think that’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” Ramona lightly squeezed Scott’s hands with further reassurance. Scott was at a loss for words as he turned to hide his face against his pillow. Blush noticeably rising to his ears. Ramona giggled and rubbed his hand. “C’mon, don’t hide that cute face from me now.” Scott whined before turning slightly so one side of his face was visible. His eye sparkled and his lips slightly twitched as if trying their hardest not to smile.

“How did I not find this out sooner? I would’ve tickled you all the time if I’d known.” Ramona lightened her touch against his hands, rubbing small circles against the back of his hand. His hand slightly twitched at the softened touch. Why did he have to be more ticklish when he was flustered?! “Oho my gosh stohop saying it!”

“Stop saying what? Tickle~“ Ramona walked a set of fingers up Scott’s arm so they were resting on his inner shoulder. His legs kicked lightly at the anticipation. The giggles in his chest begging to be released. Small chortles managed to sneak past his lips.

“Yehes!” Scott tried not to focus on the tingling feelings Ramona’s fingers were sending through his shoulder. Perfect, Ramona thought. He walked right into it. “Well that just makes me wanna say it more.” She quickly dove her fingers into the crook of Scott’s neck causing high pitched shrieks of laughter to fly from Scott’s lips. He scrunched his shoulder and lightly twisted back and forth, not trying too hard to get away from the tickly touch.

“Rahamohonahaha! Hehehehaha!” Scott squealed when her other hand joined in. This time she targeted along Scott’s stomach. He giggled his heart out at the gentle tickles, pushing his face into his pillow once again to muffle the high pitched sounds.

Ramona couldn’t stop the softening of her smirk into a smile. She truly had the most adorable boyfriend in the world. Not to mention probably the dorkiest too, but she wasn’t complaining about that either.

She moved the hand that was at his neck down and starting pinching at his hip. She didn’t know that she had struck gold.

“NAHAHAHA! RAHAHAMOHONAHAHA! AHAHAHA!” Scott about screamed and his squirming became more desperate. His legs kicked out at the covers and his hand tried to shove at his girlfriend’s pinching hand.

“NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHA!” Scott was too weak to push her hand away, instead settling for holding onto her wrist.

“Not there? Why? Does it tickle or something?” Ramona asked before quickly yet gently pushing Scott onto his back and straddling his thighs. Her tickling stopping for a moment. Scott quickly wrapped his arms around his waist, preparing himself for the inevitable.

“Yehes it dohoes. Aha lohot.” Scott wanted to cover his face, but didn’t dare risk Ramona going back to his hips if he moved his arms. Ramona giggled leaned down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She admired the way his eyes sparkled and how his ears burned red with embarrassment.

“Would you care if I continued?“ Ramona set her hands onto Scott’s hands, slowly and gently moving them away from his waist. Making a mental note to tease him later on how he didn’t put up much resistance to the action.

Scott’s smile wobbled. Desperately trying not to show just how much he wouldn’t care if she continued. In fact, he’d love it if she did. He’d never felt more loved than when he was with her, and moments like this made his feelings for her bloom into new light. He tried to maintain eye contact, but ultimately failed at the sight of Ramona’s smirk and the feeling of her fingers twitching with eager.

“Scott~” Ramona gave him a small poke to the side, making him jump with a squeal. Scott giggled out of anticipation, shakily grabbing into Ramona’s hands that were now gently resting on Scott’s sides.

“Yehes?” Scott asked, already forgetting her question from mere moments ago. It clicked when Ramona’s fingers immediately began to poke and scribble at his hips.

Oh shit-

That really tickled-

“GAHAHAHAHA! RAHAHAMOHONAHAHA! SHIT! SHIT! SHIHHIHIT!!” Scott almost screamed with how much it tickled. Of course Ramona would go right back to the spot that made him freak out a second ago.

“You’re really ticklish here aren’t you?” Ramona snickered, letting her fingers dig into each little nerve on Scott’s hips and sides. Even poking at his stomach and ribs to make Scott twitch and squirm with each ticklish tase. Scott’s hands couldn’t keep up with Ramona constantly switching spots. He eventually settled on trying his best to hug his waist and cover as much of his ticklish spots as he could.

Just then, Ramona grabbed onto Scott’s arm and yanked it above his head. Her other hand quick to dig underneath his arm. An honest to god snort surprised both of them before Scott went back to laughing his head off.

“AHAHAHAHA! *snort* STAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Scott’s back arched against the bed as his free hand scrambled to grab at Ramona’s. The tickling must’ve been messing up his coordination because he seemed to always just miss her hand whenever she goes for a new spot on his ribs or his neck then back to his underarm.

Ramona made sure to remember which spots made Scott twitch a little harder or laugh a bit more.

“You’re saying stop, but do you really mean that Scott?” Ramona teased, grabbing both of Scott’s hands and pinning them beside his head. She then leaned down, giving his neck some tickly kisses and small raspberries.

“Nohoho! Rahamonaha plehehease!” Scott’s legs kicked his legs. His hands interlocking with Ramona’s, holding them and using what little strength he had left to try and escape. He could defeat her seven evil exes, but couldn’t fight back when tickled a little??

“No? I knew it.” In a flash of light her hands went back down to his hips and kneaded them like dough. Scott’s eyes went wide as the loudest shriek, in probably his whole life, left his lips before he dissolved into loud laughter.

“THAHAHAHAT’S NAHAT WHAT I MEHEHEANT!!” Scott tried to lean up and squirm as much as he could, but it was pretty hard with Ramona still kissing his neck between her own giggles at her boyfriend’s contagious cackles. Her thumbs continued to dig into his hips, her fingers scribbling along the back of his sides. Raspberry and tickly kisses made sure his neck never got used to the tingly feeling.

“Maybe if you admit you love it I’ll stop.” Ramona finally leaned up from his neck, but her attack on his hips didn’t let up. He shook his head and pushed at her hands. The red on his cheeks had now spread to his ears.

“NAHAHAHAHA! IHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T! RAHAMOHONAHAHA! AHA! PLEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAP!” She used his weakness from the tickling as a chance to quickly pin his arms under her knees and go right back to his hips. This new position left him completely helpless. And he knew she wouldn’t stop until he said it even if his face went purple.

“AHAHAHAHA! OKAY! OKAHAHAHAHAY! IHI LOHOHOVE IT! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Scott went into silent laughter. The only sound being from his legs kicking in defeat. Ramona pulled away, giving him a kiss to the forehead before falling to the side and laying back beside him.

Scott’s arms quickly wrapped around himself. His chest rose and fell with each breath. He still giggled from the leftover tingling sensation. No one has ever tickled him like that… Well- maybe other than Wallace. Oh fuck- Romana and Wallace were gonna bond over this weren’t they?

“You’re really cute when you laugh like that you know.” Ramona interrupted his thoughts. Scott rolled over and looked into her eyes. He forgot for a second what he had just said through his laughter. But maybe he didn’t mind that he said it. Not to Ramona at least.

“I lohove you Ramona.” Scott said without thinking. It’s not that he hadn’t said it before, it just kinda came out of nowhere considering the situation. Ramona smiled.

“I love you too Scott Pilgrim.”

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Escaping Lucien

Lucien Masterlist

Y/N was just starting to stir when she felt it- pressure on her neck, two tiny pinches, then…nothing. Her breath hitched. Her eyes fluttered open and she glanced at her host. Lucien started to drink, and Y/N barely felt it at all. As the seconds ticked by however, she began to feel warm and dizzy.

“S-stop, stop!” she protested weakly.

She tried raising her arm to strike him, but Lucien took it with his free hand and gently set it back down.

Dark spots encroached on her vision, and her struggles started to die down. Only when she felt her body going limp did Lucien detach his mouth from her neck. Y/N stared up at him through glazed, half-lidded eyes that slowly fluttered shut once more.

…

Lucien wiped the excess blood from his chin, licking it from his fingers. He looked down at Y/N. Unlike his servants or those in the village, her blood was intoxicating. Such a fine source of nourishment should not be squandered. She would need to stay here indefinitely. Yes, it would be much safer here.

“Well done, Y/N. Well done.”

…

It was only when a sliver of early morning light filtered through the deep crimson curtains that Y/N woke up once again. She bolted upright in bed. Her clothes had been replaced with silk sleepwear, and there was a soreness on one side of her neck. The memories of last night were hazy, but the alarm bells ringing in her head were loud and clear. She needed to leave, and fast.

Y/N sprang out of bed. She shoved on the closest pair of shoes she could find and threw the door open. She grabbed a brass candelabra, wielding it like a club, and sprinted from the room. She didn’t bother to wonder what had happened to her day clothes or her luggage. Adrenaline pumped through her every vein, making her face a soft red. The manor was enormous, and with so many twists and turns, it was more like a labyrinth.

She just had her hand on the front doorknob when a gentle breeze wisped through. That wouldn’t be frightening if it weren’t for the fact that all the windows were closed with the heavy curtains drawn shut.

Y/N whipped around, brandishing her candelabra. Lucien stood there, a great pair of bat wings sprouting from his back and his eyes glowing in the early morning light. Y/N stood frozen a moment, before tearing the nearest curtain from its rod, letting the entryway flood with sunlight.

Lucien blinked, seemingly unaffected by the bane of his kind. Y/N’s eyes widened; she clutched her weapon tighter.

“You’re causing quite a stir so late,” Lucien remarked, “or rather, so early.”

“Y-you,” Y/N stammered, “you should be dead!”

“Oh, I’ll probably have quite a few burns after this,” Lucien said, squinting against the light, “but I’m afraid Mr. Stoker has misinformed you. A bit of sunlight is not going to turn me into a puff of dust. Though I am a bit hurt that your first instinct was to kill me.”

“You kidnapped me!”

“Strange, I seem to recall you coming to my domain quite willingly.”

“You did something to my head!”

“Hypnosis.”

“And you bit me!”

“Only to get the blood.”

Lucien looked so calm in the midst of this, even a little amused. It enraged and further frightened Y/N.

She fumbled for the doorknob behind her back.

“Ah, now I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” Lucien said, stepping forward.

Y/N found the knob, turned it, and went to push the great oaken door open. It… barely budged. She put all her weight on it, but before she could open it all the way, Lucien yanked her back by the arm, pinning her back against his chest.

“Let me go!” Y/N said, thrashing in his hold.

She did about as much good as a worm on a fisherman’s hook.

“Behave,” Lucien hissed in her ear, “or I will resort to ‘doing something with your head’.”

Lucien picked Y/N up in a bridal carry and started to take her back to the room she had woken up in. He deposited her on the bed.

“If you want to live, then you are not to leave this manor. In fact, it might do well if you didn’t leave this room until I come for you.”

Lucien turned, slamming the door shut. It locked with a gentle but audible click. Y/N sat there for a moment, staring at the door, before jumping up and trying to open it. She banged on the door.

“Let me out!” she shouted.

…

Y/N shouts echoed throughout the halls. Lucien rubbed his temples and turned to his servant.

“Make sure she doesn’t starve,” he said, “and bring up the ointment, I’m going to need it.”

Lucien glided away, the beginnings of angry burns forming on his face and wings.

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Price -

You both went for a walk after dinner. It had rained not long ago so you were wearing a long raincoat with a hood and he wore a simple jacket, with one hand holding yours, one holding a cigarette. The two of you were chatting, holding hands and strolling down the gloomy, grey-sky covered streets, it all felt calm and so relaxing with your lover. All until you walked into a puddle, a slippery one and came tumbling down on your ass. He stood for around 3 seconds, kind of shocked on what the fuck just happened "Y'alright!?" he asked before picking you up "No!" you shrieked, your whole bottom half was drenched in mucky water and you began to shiver. "Im cold" you said between shivers, your teeth chattering also, "Alright thats enough of that" he mumbled before taking off his jacket, then picking you up bridal style and covering you with his over-sized coat. "T-t-thank youu" you murmured while nestling your head into his neck "No problem darling."

When he carried you home he ran you a bath and got in with you and started to help you. Your whole lower half in pain but of course you boyfriend has it all under control. After your bath, he helped you change into some sleepwear and got in bed with you, cuddling and holding you tightly.

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Soap-

It was a thursday and johnny just got back from a mission. You were hungry, he was hungry so why not make some food. "Want me to make bacon and eggs?" you asked "No no dear! ill do it." he basically ran to the kitchen to stop you from getting there first. Johnny knew your skills in the kitchen were..limited ever since you set a pan on fire while making a grilled cheese sandwich, he has suggested he'd be the one cooking from now on. So after he sprinted to the kitchen you followed after him and sat at one of the barstools, watching him prep the bacon. As he started to put the bacon on the sizzling pan, he said he needed the bathroom and asked you to WATCH it and most clear NOT to go near it. As he walked away you sat in boredom watching it sizzle, that was until it started to bubble in a concerning way so you went to go check it out, what bad could happen? well you certainly got an answer to that when a whole gollop of hot, burning oil leaped to the exposed flesh of your arm. You screamed in pain then heard the heavy footsteps of your worried boyfriend, you showed him your arm and he even gasped, nothing he hadnt seen on the field but to see it on you in the kitchen shocked him. The smell of your burning skin started to spread so he quickly grasped your arm and ran it under the cold watered tap "Fuckin' hell bonnie, what happened?" you tried explaining but the pain of your arm made you feel physically sick so you couldnt.

After one hospital visit and many pharmacy stop-by's you both returned home. "Im sorry joh-" "Sorry 'bout what? Its alright darling im not mad". He parked the car and helped you out. The sun set and so he helped you bathe and change clothes. You both snuggled into bed and started to doze off. "Next time, wait till im there bonnie" he mumbled half awake half asleep, his arms tightly wrapped around you. You nod in a sleepish manner and both of you drifted off to sleep.

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Gaz-

It was a hot summers day, you and Kyle were sitting in the back garden of his house. The weather was quite hot so you were wearing shorts and a loose t-shirt. Kyle was inside the kitchen making some cold drinks for the two of you, leaving you outside, reading and extremely invested in the book he had bought you. As you were reading peacefully, you felt something fuzzy on your arm and leg, you glanced over to see not one but four wasps on your exposed limbs, two chilling on your leg and two leisuring at your arm. You froze in fear. Everyone knew you had a deep hatred for these deathly little shits. You couldnt speak nor scream, just watch as the 4 bastards dug their vicious stingers into you. Well that surely woke you up. You started to cry and ran to the kitchen in attempts to find Kyle, his attention quickly drawn to your pouting, flushed face "Sweetheart..? What happened?" he asked. He watched as you flung your arm up, then your leg to see 4 nasty, swollen bumps "Wasps?!" he then asked again "Yes.." you murmured "Oh dear...your alright its okay." he cooed before pulling you into a hug.

He placed you on the counter and started searching for his 'Anti-wasp sting cream'. Once he equipped the cream he walked back over to you and started applying it on your as you called them "battle wounds." He decided that staying inside for the rest of the day and having a lazy day would fix things and cheer you up, so he set up a movie on the tv upstairs in your shared bedroom, also made you a cup of tea and along with giving you one of his hoodies he sat with you in bed and held you close, your head on his chest and one arm around your waist. You began to drift off and he couldnt help but smile at your peacefulness.

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Ghost-

Simon had gotten home from a training deployment yesterday and you were so excited to have him back. You wanted to stay home with him for a while and soak up all the company you missed from him but he insisted to take you out and buy you things. He absolutely loved spoiling you and taking you out to fancy restaurants, and as a girl, who cant say no to shopping. You wrapped your arm around his forearm and the both of you walked and browsed the different shops, you were wearing a pair of heels Simon bought you, the first ever pair he gave you actually (your favorite ones). You were paying absolute no attention to where you were walking so as the tip of your stilleto caught on the line of the bricks, you went tumbling forwards, landing on your hands but that quickly ended once you heard a concerning 'snapping' noise, causing you to scream in pain. Simons fast instincts kicked in and he immediately attempted to catch you but that failed miserably. He helped you up off the ground and sat you down on a bench "Jesus!" you exclaimed as the pain in your wrist throbbed "Let me see love" he said while gently grabbing your wrist, holding it up and scanning it. "Ehm lets go to the hospital darling" he spoke in concern "Just dont look at it yeah?" and at that your eyebrows raised and that got you curious and of course you looked. Your wrist was completely deformed, you gasped and felt faint.

After your eventful trip at the hospital you got your cast. "Bloody hell love, some accomplishment ya got there" he joked You playfully hit him with your working arm along with groaning in response. "Yeah well your my caretaker now" you said with a grin "When was i not?" he smirked and chuckled. You gave him a complete death stare and he raised his hands like he surrendered, still laughing a bit. You both got home and showered together, he helped you eat since the hand you always use was not able to be put at use. You both went to bed, cuddling as usual "Night night darling" he mumbled while kissing you softly "Night night si." you murmured with a smile. The next morning you woke up, he wasnt there obviously meaning he woke up before you but you noticed some writing on your cast. 'Out of order'. "You bastard..." you grumbled with a smirk.

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Konig-

It was a rainy night and Konig had to wake up early for work the next day. You really didn't want him to go since it was your anniversary but you understood it was work things so you shook it off. You both were laying in bed, cuddling and he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear, helping you fall asleep better. You eventually drifted off to sleep in his big arms that engulfed you. He also went to bed after a while of admiring you and the way you slept so peacefully, he set an alarm for 5am and closed his eyes. The amount of guilt he felt for leaving you on your four years was eating his heart but he knew with the piles among piles of paperwork ahead of him, he couldn't get distracted. His alarm went off and he sat up and stretched his arms up, trying not to wake you up.

As he was getting dressed in some decent enough work clothes, a black t-shirt and some tan cargos he heard you mumble in your sleep and glanced at you through the mirror of the dresser, you were moving in your sleep and he couldnt help but laugh a little then shake his head. But just as he looked away he heard a loud THUD that startled him, then your groans and mumbles, he looked over to see you on the floor and then saw you sit up in confusion "Geht es dir gut, Schatz?" he asked with a raised eyebrow while turning around to look at you. "I think i fell off the bed" you mumbled, rubbing your side. He walked over to you and helped you up back onto the bed and kissed your aching hip. "That better?" he then asked "Yep..thank you baby" you murmured while getting back into bed. He tucked you in and left a kiss on your forehead then waved you goodbye, reminding you how much he loves you. Then left. The whole time at work he couldnt help but laugh a little at your silliness.

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finally finished it over the course of 3 days bro. Ignore the broken german and another reminder requests are open so please i beg.

Translation: are you alright honey?

broken german from a crap translator dont mention it...

Its elliots bday tmr!!(voice actor of gaz)

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Ch. 14 - Bridal

Back in the present, the bullet train had finished its travels and you found yourself back at your apartment in Hokkaido with an ever-changing Seiko. The days following your return from Tokyo, you saw increased signs of their possession. They would often murmur things in their sleep that you couldn't quite make out. Their body had paled as they refused to eat. It was as if they were resisting something with all of their might. But at least the two of you had found peace after your fight in Tokyo, for now.

With the divorce papers now officially turned in and processed, you were able to obtain a wedding license with Seiko. Your mother had also arrived as a visit, to help you plan your wedding. Your original plans had been to just sign the papers with Seiko and call it a day, but with your parents back in the picture, they wanted to have a happy celebration focused all around you, unlike last time. Your friends, family, and fellow sorcerers would all be in attendance. The plan was to have it in Tokyo against your better judgement, just so more could attend. You'd use the school's event hall as the location. Though it wouldn't be as extravagant as your first wedding, it was still more than you could ask for but you were happy to feel the love.

One sunny morning, a few weeks after the debacle, you and your mother sipped on warm tea at the kitchen table -- wedding binder in pieces as you discussed color options for the bridesmaids. A few of your friends were happy to be a part of the wedding party, Ieiri included.

"You know Shoko's going to whine about having to wear that high of a heel, Mom," you chuckled as the two of you debated the details.

"Well, she needs to get over it," your mother snickered with you. "That girl, always casually troublesome." You rolled your eyes at her comments. 

"I'm not going to force her to wear something she doesn't want to. Quite honestly, she'll just take them off the minute the ceremony's over and walk barefoot during the reception." You assured her. Ieiri had a carefree attitude, always calm, collected, and practical -- unless she'd been drinking. You knew she would immediately get comfortable the minute she could.

As the two of you chirped about the potential palettes, Seiko's voice could be heard coming from the bedroom. The particular stressed tone of their voice had caught your attention and you excused yourself from the table and made your way down the short hallway. Ever since the incident in Tokyo, you felt as though you had to always be vigilant. You never knew when the next episode could happen despite Seiko's reassurances.

Upon entering the bedroom, you found Seiko sitting on the edge of the bed still in their sleepwear. They were staring blankly at the wall with their eyes rolled back just as you had found them that day in Tokyo. A chill ran up your spine as soon as you saw it, but you tried to remain calm just as Ieiri had advised you.

"Seiko...are you okay?" You asked hesitantly, your voice almost as quiet as a mouse. It was a disturbing sight you didn't want to get used to.

Suddenly, their eyes returned to their position as they turned to look at you. "I'm fine, don't worry," they reassured you with a weak smile. "Sorry."

But you weren't convinced, again. Their voice seemed different, even colder than before, and more sinister than usual. As you approached them, you overheard them mumbling to someone, or something, that wasn't visible.

"I told you to stay quiet," Seiko muttered before you made your way over, his gaze shifting as though he was addressing an entity within them. But it was loud enough for you to hear, causing your heart to race and a shiver to run down your spine.

What was happening to Seiko?! Who were they talking to?!

"Seiko, who are you talking to?" You dared to ask, voice trembling as you sat down on the edge of the bed next to them.

They turned back to your attention once more, their expression clouded. "No one, I...I was just lost in thought." Their answer was completely rushed. "I think the stress of the wedding is getting to me, especially since the whole divorce thing," they chuckled nervously.

You couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. The possession had taken a stronger grip on Seiko, and whatever was speaking to them, you had a sinking suspicion that it was someone from some sort of cursed object. You had to find a way to uncover the truth, for Seiko's sake and your own. At that point, you were desperate to know who and why.

"I'll leave it alone...for now," you said sternly, "but we need to have a talk later about what's going on. Don't pretend like there isn't." You had no time for arguments, not in front of your mother, at least.

Seiko simply nodded, a bit nervously as their hands gripped the comforter under them. "Right, we will. I promise."

You stared at them for a few seconds, holding your expression of concern. "Good. I really don't want to start off our marriage with secrets." Your voice shook a little toward the end of your statement, the secrets of your own coming back to haunt your memories. Questions of should you or shouldn't you filled your head. With it being so long after, you wondered if admitting it then would just cause more damage.

With the makeshift wedding that you had planned with the help of your mother drawing nearer by the day, the day of your bridal shower 'slash' bachelorette party had arrived. You insisted that you didn't need one, but your mother had insisted you have a night of fun with your friends and invite them up to Hokkaido.

But she was right, you did need it. Seeing Ieiri again after what had happened last time you saw her was quite a relief. You and your friends all had a great time bar-hopping, getting completely shit-faced as if it were something well-deserved. And it was. The taxi ride home alone was, honestly, depressing. You didn't want the night to end and you were emotional. Tears stained your cheeks, tears of laughter and tears of sadness. The emotions told you that you had gotten exceptionally drunk, a precursor to the morning you were about to have.

The city lights passed you by as you sat in the back of the car, the driver completely silent as the drove on back to your apartment. Your thoughts traveled to the wedding, Seiko's odd behavior, and...him.

That night was such a mistake, you thought. And the fact that you hadn't told Seiko but, in fact, lied about it made everything worse. You felt like the biggest piece of garbage, not worthy of someone like Seiko. But with the way Seiko was acting, maybe they knew? They seemed much more irritated, and the medical episodes they swore were childhood epilepsy popping back up were incredibly concerning. You knew it was more than that. The fact that they weren't willing to tell their truth made you feel all the more guilty of your own.

But Satoru... You had once been so close to him, growing up side-by-side with irritating parents who shoved tradition down your throats. If Geto hadn't come into the picture, you swore something could have blossomed on its own between you. Though in adolescence he became an annoying prick, he had a certain charm about him and you'd be lying to yourself if you said you never felt anything for him at that time. Ieiri would tease you all the time about it in all actuality. The arranged marriage had soured everything. The distance hadn't helped, but being forced by an outside hand had thrown your relationship completely askew. But there you were, in the back of a taxi completely inebriated and in love with him.

You had your phone in front of you, glowing brightly from the night, with Satoru's contact information on the screen. You twisted up a drunken smile, your hidden thoughts acting for you rather than your rational ones. In a second, your thumb had pressed the dial button. You held the phone up to your ear and stared into the night as it rang and rang. It was almost three in the morning, so he probably wasn't awake but that wasn't going to stop you.

And surprisingly enough, he picked up. "Hello?" His voice was husky with sleep as he answered.

"Satoruuu...!" You drew out, your voice loud enough to cause the taxi driver to jump.

Gojo sleepily giggled, realizing that you were drunk out of your mind. It gave him a bit of relief. Your call woke him up and he assumed that something had gone wrong with Seiko again, but he was lucky this time. "Why hello, Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I just wanted to call you," you giggled back, your words heavily slurring.

He chuckled back, completely amused by your cute demeanor. "You know what time it is, right?" He asked you as if you were like a child.

"Hmm..." you thought about it briefly, "no idea, actually." You felt the words you had hidden in the back of your mind bubbling behind your lips. It was still coming out as tiny giggles. "But you know what, Satoru?"

"What's that?" He asked. You could hear his smile from over the phone. He wouldn't say it, but he thought the world of you.

"I love you," you playfully drew out the word. Though your tone was playful, you were completely serious and a bit of that was obvious through that tone.

Satoru was silent for a few seconds as your giggles quieted down. He was a bit lost in thought, thrown off by your choice of words while also trying to play them off. But he couldn't do it. "I miss you, Y/N," he said, breaking the silence.

His words had sobered you up quickly to a point where you sat up a bit straighter in the backseat. You swallowed hard, suddenly unable to continue the conversation. Immediately, you ended the call and Satoru was left with a dial tone. Not long after, you found yourself in front of your apartment building. As soon as the driver pulled away from the curb, you found yourself suddenly upchucking into some foliage just outside the door. As soon as you finished, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and hurried onto the elevator with your face as red as a tomato.

Meanwhile, Gojo laid back down on his pillow and put his phone down to stare at the ceiling. He knew you were just drunk, but he also knew how much alcohol could speak. You wouldn't have had that night together just a few weeks prior if it weren't for that wine. A part of him felt a bit of guilt seeing as you might not have had those feelings if it weren't for his petty games. Though, to him, it wasn't a game. His feelings for you that had grown during your arranged marriage had remained. It was his biggest regret, not being truthful despite your partnered attempts to 'make things work' during that time. He knew how much you hated the arranged situation and didn't want to push himself onto you more than he already had, you had made that promise on your wedding night. But goddamn he wished he did.

[gloryhrs]

━━ ⟡ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒, hichigo s.

gender neutral reader. ʚɞ ooc hichigo. ʚɞ req — @evet1224 ♥︎

The frown on Ichigo’s face deepened at the sight of his stressed s/o who was having a hard time completing the piles of extra work before them, he never understood why you always found a way to overwork yourself, but the same damn excuses you always said was my parents are going to be disappointed in me or I have to maintain good grades so I can get into the best college. After finally having enough of your sleep talk Ichigo picked you up from the kitchen table and started carrying you bridal style to his room whilst mumbling curses under his breath.

"Ichi what are you doing? I need to finish up my essay." You pouted at your boyfriend who only threw you onto the bed before searching in his drawers for the proper sleepwear for his lover. "It’s 2 in the morning babe, you’ve been up since 6. Not to mention, the essay is due in two months." He huffed as he unbuttoned your white uniform shirt, you rolled your eyes at the statement, he was like this before you started dating. Constantly checking up on you before arriving at school to see if you got a good night's rest the night before, and if you didn’t he’d always let you lean your head on him during lunch/free period time.

"Whatever, you better be lucky I love you." You yawned lowly before stretching your arms and taking your glasses off to snuggle into your boyfriend’s bare chest. Hearing your soft snores in a matter of seconds made Ichigo’s heart melt, he still couldn’t believe you were his s/o, everything about you is so. . . perfect. He let out a dry chuckle before pecking your forehead and pulling the cover over you both, "Sweet dreams ( N / n )."

The light scent of lavender woke you up from your sleep as you slowly opened your eyes to adjust to the bright light, “Oh, it’s you again.” You laughed at the grumpy-faced male standing above you. The white Ichigo eyes softened at your angelic form of laughter that came from your plump two-toned lips, “I told you what my name was, kid.” He pinched your chubby cheek as you winced at the sudden action. Once you sat up you notice how the usually blank space now was covered in purple flowers, which you notice were your favorites, lavender, and magenta lilacs.

“I know your name Hichigo, it’s just a pleasant surprise to see you again.” You looked over to the hollow who seemed to be frozen in his place, the way his name rolled off your tongue made him feel . . . weird. Not that he was complaining or anything, your presence made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Everything about you made him feel like he was in heaven, your laugh was so heavenly, and your appearance looked as if you were gifted from the Gods above as a special gift to the world. Your beauty was truly jaw-dropping, you were everything he wasn’t.

You hummed softly as your fingers brushed against the gorgeous flowers to take in the unique texture, “I remembered when I first saw you here, I thought something was wrong with me when I saw an all-white grumpy-faced Ichi in my dreams.” You smiled at the face Hichigo made when you called him Ichigo and tried to touch his face. The hollow only scoffed at the childish nickname you gave your boyfriend before placing a flower crown on your head, once he sat it down it just bounced off your head.

You watched as the hollow continued to get frustrated at your hair, “That damned troublesome hair of yours keeps getting in my way and it’s working my damn nerves!” He grunted whilst pulling on the flower crown so it can make a fit for your hair, after giving it one more tug the crown ripped apart, which made Hichigo grit his teeth in anger. “Damn it! These weak-ass flowers are good for nothing.” He cursed out loud at his sudden demise.

“Don’t worry about it Hichigo, we can make a new one together some other time.” Your soft-spoken voice snapped him out of his temper tantrum, it didn’t take long for him to realize his hand was intertwined with yours. The way your soft and warm hands held his cold and callous ones made him feel like a new person, and the way you looked at him when such tenderness and fondness made time feel like it was stopping. He’d never thought you would look at him that way, especially since he’s a hollow, the same one who tried to kill a person you loved deeply. The only person who you looked at like that was Ichigo.

“Tch, whatever.” He huffed under his breath with a light pink tinting his pale cheeks, his heart was filled with nothing but hate and disgust until you came along. He remembered vividly when Ichigo entangled his hand with yours and called you his lover. Since then, he couldn’t help but be interested in you and your ways. You could make a person with the coldest of hearts melt at the sound of your voice, the softness of your hands, and the way of your words. He shouldn’t feel this way, but his heart was telling him another story.

“Stop it Hichigo!” Another laugh came from your lips as you desperately attempted to crawl away from the hollow who tickled your feet nonstop with a playful smile across his features. “Not until you say sorry!” He now started to drag you across the field of flowers by your legs, the sound of your giggles truly was contagious, no wonder why Ichigo can’t hold his laughter when he’s around you. “I-I’m sorry okay! Now put me down!” The bright smile stayed on your face as the white Ichigo let your legs go so you could flop down onto the pile of flowers under you.

After the sound of your laughter calm down Hichigo felt his heart swell up, once he sat down he reached over towards you and pulled you into his lap, which made your cheeks heat up slightly. “Hey, may I ask you a question?” You reached out to caress his cold cheeks that instantly heated up from the contact of your gentle hands, “What is it?” He murmured as his chin rested on top of your hair, the smell of strawberry shampoo lingered throughout his nose.

“Why do you keep showing up? Is there something you’re trying to tell me?” You cutely tilted your head in confusion at why a hallow, specifically your boyfriend’s would continuously show up in your dreams? After asking the question Hichigo immediately turned his head into the other direction, as if he was ashamed of himself. “I just, thought you were interesting okay? nothing more.” He pushed you off his lap which caused you to yelp in surprise, you could tell that he was embarrassed of himself, from the way he refused to look at you to him playing with his fingers like a toddler who had just been caught in a lie.

“Are you sure about that? It seems like you’ve been manifesting yourself into my dreams so you could spend more time with me.” A teasing smile came onto your face at the sight of the hallow who was now staring back at you like you were a some type of fortune teller, his rosy cheeks indicating that you are right. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Ichigo. This can stay between us.” You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind so you could kiss his cheek which turned into a brighter shade of red.

“Yeah, it’ll be our little secret.” He pressed his soft but dry lips against yours in order to contain your teasing. You truly are one of a kind.

© gloryhrs, 030623. — notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦)[ ahh this was sm fun to write! (✿❛◡❛) ]