#dove's simping hours

[dove-da-birb]

Oh gosh, for now I'll just use my current favourites.

ABSOLUTE WRECK, Z E R O RIZZ

L e v i a t h a n (Obey Me); the wettest of cats. Would be a wreck before the date, during the date, and a week after the date. It could be something as simple as watching anime together and he'd be a wreck. Would practice talking with Henry 2.0. He would be DYING if he saw me in a suit or a dress. Is shaking in his sneakers and sweating his ass off.

Mild Wreck, Awkward But Endearing

Azul Ashengrotto (TWST); would probably practice EVERYTHING before a date. He even made sure to make it at the Lounge so that everything would go according to plan. Practiced what he was going to say at least five times to himself while getting ready. Would be nervously shaking in his boots, not quite to ass sweating levels though.

Viktor (Arcane); he spends most of his time in the lab tinkering on stuff. Would probably mutter to himself what he was going to say, but would rather listen to my interests or rambling about his current projects; I encourage the rambling. Would be a tad nervous. Also would fumble over his words depending on how dressed up I am. Probably would get clammy hands.

Julian Devorak (Arcana); he acts all suave, but he's a massive dork. Rambles to himself before the date, and Mazelinka would swat him gently on the head with her spoon to get him out of his own thoughts. He blushes easily, so his face would be pink the entire time. Is all talk, zero bite. Melodramatic theatre kid. (If you played his route, you know what I'm talking about).

Just Is Themselves

Jaehee Kang (Mystic Messenger); CAFE DATE. She would mentally rehearse what she was going to say, and trying her best not to be awkward; she hasn't gone on many dates before. She would smile and compliment the look, the only hint that she really liked it would be the faintest tinge of pink to her cheeks. CHERITZ LET US ROMANCE HER I'M BEGGING-

Jade Leech (TWST); wouldn't overly plan what he was going to say, as he wanted to see how the date would progress if he were just himself. Would complement the look, and we would probably go to something we're both interested in. Wouldn't be nervous, as he wouldn't go on a date if he didn't think it would go well.

Not Nervous, Rizz Master

Grelle Sutcliffe (Black Butler); when she likes someone she goes all in, and doesn't really plan anything in advance. Would gush over the outfit, especially if it matched, or had similar design elements of her own. I would be the nervous wreck in this situation, and stumbling over my words. Just SHE. (I love her so much, it's not funny)

Floyd Leech (TWST); he doesn't really act much different, and wouldn't see a point in getting all nervous and rehearsing lines. The only thing that would maybe be different would be the amount of PDA... and teasing and playful flirting. It wouldn't be overly serious, more so casual and fun, reflecting his own personality.

Rook Hunt (TWST); so he would practice, but not the conversation, just the poetry he made. Laying on heavy with the French compliments (I can understand you, you know). Would kiss the back of my hand, and wink. Again, I would be a nervous wreck in this situation. ESPECIALLY if he did unexpected PDA, like SIR-

There are more, but these are the only ones I felt strongly about. Thanks for the self-indulgent brain rot hours, Auburn. Yes, Leviathan got his own category, and Azul was this close to going into it as well.

a certain fictional fixation of mine has me thinking about first dates SO!!!

tell me!! which fictional crush on yours would be an absolute wreck before a date??? who is shaking in their boots and sweating their ass off??? who is rehearsing what they want to say in the mirror??? who DIES when they see you dressed up?????

some food for thought C:<

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

hi dove!!! i love your new event, the vibe is so fun and relaxing (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ could i request floyd with no.8? for backups maybe leona with no.9 or jamil with no.2? thanks!! as always don't overwork yourself ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

side note: pls no angst the pain from last time is still here(⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

Fairytale Scene; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, some really soft Leona

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; Had to use your first backup, as Floyd got snatched up, but I hope you enjoy this fluffy scene and soft lion! [Damn, those eels go fast]

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

An old vinyl was playing slowly on the record player, a slow jazz ensemble letting out low notes. It was pleasant, the calm music mixing with the gentle crashing of the waves coming onto shore, and the filtered sunlight coming through the linen curtains and warming up your skin. There was no rushing, no tasks that needed to be urgently done, and no one to boss you around. You could definitely get used to this. 

“You’re looking right at home there,” a soft chuckle broke you from your relaxed spell. Leona was standing in front of you, giving you a curious look. “Like a house cat sunbathing.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fitting coming from you.” You stretched out, and rolled off of the chaise you were lounging on. 

Leona sighed in mock annoyance, but he could get used to seeing you without the weight of all your responsibilities resting on your shoulders. You looked — and by all the lounging you had been doing since you had both arrived — and felt lighter as well. And in the golden sunlight? Leona swore that you were glowing.

You lazily walked over to him, placing your arms around his neck. “Is something bothering you?”

Bothering me? “No, nothing at the moment,” he said quietly. What was there to be bothered by? The two of you were together, and there was no one around to annoy the both of you. “And you?”

You hummed along to the song playing, “Nope!~” You let out a breathy chuckle and started to gently sway back and forth to the music. “Would you care to join me for this dance… your majesty?~” 

Leona groaned at the nickname; you only brought it out when you were feeling teasing. He didn’t mind though, since it didn’t hold the weight it did at the palace, or the mocking tone that others sometimes used. You just were being a teasing menace and a cute one at that.

Letting out a showy sigh he adjusted your hands so that he was holding one and the other was placed on his waist. “I suppose I can spare one for you,” he said lowly, voice barely above a grumble. 

The two of you swayed gently together to the soft music, gentle swaying, and long, slow, looping circles around the room. You were still humming the non-existent lyrics to the song, and Leona hummed softly from time to time as well, adding to the melody. Never did he think that he would end up in such a scene; dancing with someone he loved so dearly in something that he could only explain as a fairytale scene. It was soft, domestic, tender, and filled with such innocent love. All things that Leona had convinced himself that he didn’t want. But then you came into his life. You threw a wrench into his life, but what a lovely wrench it turned out to be.

The song came to an end far too soon, and the two of you came to a slow standstill, still in each other’s loose embrace. Neither of you made a move to let go, instead you both just stood there, hand in hand, your hand on his waist, and his on yours.

“You make for a good dance partner,” you chuckle.

Leona raised a brow, “And are you surprised by that?”

You bring his hand to your lips, placing a kiss on the inside of his wrist while looking at him through your lashes. “No, it’s just endearing is all.”

Leona had received kisses from you before, both soft and passionate, but this one actually made his heart flutter. He didn’t know how to feel about it, but he did know that the way you looked at him just then… he wanted you to look at him with such adoration again and again and again. It was addictive.

He brought your hand to his lips, and returned the kiss, letting it linger so he could feel your steady pulse. Perhaps the two of you should come out here more often if this was what happened… Leona could spend the rest of his life with you in this picturesque moment.

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Tags: @eynnwwyjth, @inkybloom-luv, @leonistic, @savanaclaw1996, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[kitten4sannie]

♪ 5k followers event: pick a song ♪

i really never thought i would make it to a milestone like this when i first made this blog ;^; thank you all for making me feel at home in the atiny community :3 and ofc thank you so very much for the love, support, and feedback i’ve received thus far!! it means the entire world to me <3333 and without further ado, let’s get the event started, shall we? as someone who injects music into their veins on the daily, i thought this would be really fun hehe the possibilities are endlessssss,, i will be doing multiple fics for my bias line + my wreckers bc i am insane and if i receive more requests after the slots are filled i will do my best to incorporate some of the details of your requests into the fics i’ll be working on ✨

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send me a song and the member of your choice:

example: “hey i wanted to request possessive/jealous bf! san + “please, please, please” by sabrina carpenter :) i would love for there to be some light angst and fluff. as for kinks can there be spit/cum play and lots of praise? <3”

↓ requests now closed ↓

✮ san (3/3)

♪ possessive/toxic san + bloodsport by sleep token + demon au ♪

♪ mean dom san + judas by lady gaga ♪

♪ psychopath san + psycho by muse ♪

✮ yunho (2/2)

♪ soft bf yunho + stupid in love by max feat. yujin ♪

♪ soft dom yunho + after hours by kehlani ♪

✮ wooyoung (2/2)

♪ rich husband wooyoung + would you mind by janet jackson ♪

♪ jealous mean dom wooyoung + agora hills by doja cat + idol/manager au ♪

✮ mingi (2/2)

♪ toxic dom mingi + lethal woman by dove cameron ♪

♪ lovestruck bf mingi + wanna be yours by arctic monkeys ♪

✮ seonghwa (2/2)

♪ dom hwa + soulmates au + vore by sleep token ♪

♪ possessive toxic seonghwa + but daddy i love him by taylor swift + biker au ♪

✮ hongjoong (2/2)

♪ cowboy joong + miles on it by marshmallow feat. kane ♪

♪ love drunk simp joong + ruby by woozi ♪

✮ yeosang (2/2)

♪ soft bf yeosang + desire by ateez ♪

♪ yeosang + cruel summer by taylor swift + childhood friends to strangers to lovers ♪

✮ jongho (2/2)

♪ dilf jongho + (song tba) + mafia au ♪

♪ needy jongho + nerdy by purple kiss + college au ♪

✮ woosan (1/1)

♪ dom woosan + please me by bruno mars feat. cardi b ♪

✮ yungi (1/1)

♪ love crazed yungi + eclipse by josh makazo + love triangle au ♪

✮ seongjoong (1/1)

♪ possessive dom seongjoong + house of balloons by the weekend ♪

✮ yeojong (1/1)

♪ dilf athletes yeojong + woo by rihanna + stripper au ♪

[strawhatkia]

golden hour.

INCLUDES ! katsuki bakugou, shota aizawa, mirio togata, tamaki keigo

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! they catch you at golden hour

WARNINGS ! a lil bird tom foolery, let me know if i missed anything, edited!

WORD COUNT ! 0.9k

A/N ! another repost for mha ! it was originally requested ->  “hcs of Mirio, Bakugo, Aizawa, and Hawks reacting to their black gf’s skin glowing in golden hour? She doesn’t even notice it, she’s reading or scrolling on her phone but she so damn fine”

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🧨💢✧ KATSUKI BAKUGO !

simp

he couldn’t believe his fucking eyes 

there you were, sitting like an actual goddess before him, all cuddled up under the sun readin’ yo favorite book

mans has neva felt more blessed in his life nigga crying and shit

he originally came in to bother you cuz he was bored but now all he worried about is getting a damn camera-

“hey, angelface!-….” “yes, kats?” “….” “..kats? baby?" *he stomps off into the distance* "katsuki! is something wrong, why are you stomping away!?” “WHERE IN THE FUCK IS THE CAMERA DAMN IT?!”

my mans said he needed a polaroid so he can keep that shit in his wallet cause that's exactly where that picture is going

tbh, he already has a different pictures for both his lockscreen and homescreen on both his phone and laptop but rested assured, he gon get that picture ! 

once he got the picture, he couldn’t stop looking at it (believe this: he flashes his wallet to show off that picture to girls who hit on him with the biggest smirk, "im already taken! now piss off.") 

“you know the real thing is over here, baby” *cue the blush* “shut up, dummy”

— ☾⋆⁺₊🌟🫨✧ MIRIO TOGATA !

it went something like this

he walked in with a “hey, sunshine!”, looked up, saw you in bed in yo bonnet and his big shirt, scrolling on yo phone under the sun and froze

your skin just glistening and shining- he could have sworn that one of the angels came down to visit him in the form of you

problem is…he hasn’t moved in the last 2 minutes 

“mirio…mirio…mirio, baby, BLINK!!” “huh?” “damn boy, did you meet Jesus while you was gone?” “why would I do that when I have a goddess right in front of me?”

being as black as you are, you could have SWORE that yo cheeks started to heat up from that comment and he is so proud for his quick thinking

“shut up, cheese ball” “but sunshine~ you love me and my cheesiness” “…unfortunately” 

he eventually joined you in bed and just laid in your lap, looked up at you with a goofy look on his face

he spends the rest of his time admiring you, even after the sun went down

goofy ass nigga- i love him so much

— ☾⋆⁺₊🪶🪽✧ KEIGO TAMAKI / HAWKS !

i’m gon clown him a little 

aight, birds like glittery things…he’s a bird man…your melanin looks like jewels under the sun…i have connected the dots

no but seriously, he just saw you sitting there and was instantly pulled in 

you were laying on his couch trying to take a nap under the sun cause let’s be honest, the sun is soothing as fuck on melanated skin

he had just out the shower and was in sweatpants gray and no shirt YUM

he just really loved how relaxed you were that i gave him a sense of pride to know you felt safe enough in his home

i can imagine him being a lil paranoid that you deem his house safe enough to hang out with so you spending your time just visiting or staying over night made him feel really happy

“comfortable there, dove? you know there’s a bed, right?” “i like the sun, keigo. It feels nice.” “if you say so, baby.”

ain’t no more room on the couch for him and his humongous ass wings to join you, so he settles for taking a seat on the coffee table and taking a couple of pictures of you looking so peaceful

"stop snapping pictures of me, creep." "aw, you'll hurt my feelings, baby" "im tryna sleep and your phone is distracting with that loud ass clicking sound" "sorry but i need a new background picture to switch out the old one" "yea yea whatever" "just go back to sleep" "stop taking pictures of me" "no ❤"

he put it as his computer background and the lock screen on his phone

bonus: he took a of video of him stroking your face in your sleep and you leaned in to it. in the background if you listen closely, you can hear him say “my baby is so beautiful🥺” "kei, baby, lemme sleep" "alright, love ❤" 

i will fucking CRY

— ☾⋆⁺₊🐈‍⬛☕✧ SHOTA AIZAWA / ERASERHEAD

i don’t think he would be up enough to catch you at golden hour 

but after the one time he did, he took a mental note to do it more often

you looked so ethereal- he didn't even know he could feel so relaxed just by looking at something 

you were sitting in the corner of bed where the suns rays come, reading something on yo phone and just looking completely relaxed in life

he just stopped at the doorway, where you couldn’t really see him and leaned against the door frame, softly smiling at your relaxed figure

“she looks so peaceful…how did I get so lucky?” this was the moment he felt like he hit the lottery

however when you did notice him, you nearly jumped out yo skin

“OH SHIT!! AIZAWA?!?!” “yes?” “HOW LONG YOU BEEN STANDING THERE!?!- WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SOMETHING!?!” “sorry-”, he chuckles, “-you just looked so peaceful, i didn’t want to interrupt.” “that’s sweet, honey…but don’t you eva scare me like that again.” “yes ma’am”

y’all ended up taking a nap together

after that he just always seem to find you at this time or somehow put you in sun’s rays just so he could admire you 

bonus: he took polaroid pictures of you sleeping at golden hour and carries them with him. class 1-A found out about it and teased him about for weeks (which lead to brutally training for weeks on end, them stubborn ass kids would nawt let it go.)

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boyfriend. | f. | katsuki bakugo

lip gloss, lil mama. | f. | multiple characters

taglist: @mypimpademia @cosmiles @megurulvr @dreampurpledreams

[hisui-dreamer]

minds alike

Pairing: Jade Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: you wanted to move forward in your relationship with him, and where else but a glowing mushroom cave?

Tags: fluff, marriage proposals, reader is a simp, self indulgent, glowing mushrooms, bot proofread

Word count: 1.3k+

Notes: @dove-da-birb @fukashiin you guys did this

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In the heart of the enchanting forest, where sunlight filtered through the leaves like gold and the gentle rustle of leaves created a soothing melody, you meticulously orchestrated your plan as your heart raced with a blend of anticipation and nervousness. Every detail was carefully thought out, every petal placed with the utmost care, leading to a hidden cave that held the promise of magic and wonder.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, your pulse raced like a wild stallion as you envisioned the impending moment. The culmination of weeks of meticulous planning now hinged on the next hour, and your hopes and dreams seemed to hang in the balance.

Your heart skipped a beat as Jade's figure emerged from the mountain trail, and an involuntary smile painted your lips as you waved him over. His presence alone was enough to calm the storm of nerves swirling within you. Jade's eyes softened as he caught sight of you, hastening his steps to close the distance between you.

"Ah, there you are, my pearl," he greeted, his voice a tender caress as he drew you into his embrace, planting a kiss on your forehead. "It feels like an eternity since I last saw you."

A giggle bubbled from your lips at his endearing exaggeration. "Jade, it's only been a couple of hours!" you chided playfully.

Jade chuckled, his warm laughter resonating like a soothing melody in the forest around you. "Time has a funny way of bending when I'm away from you," he mused, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Oh, you," you shook your head fondly. "Now, let me show you something amazing! " you said as you intertwined your fingers with his, a natural fit that felt as though you were two puzzle pieces meant to be together. "Follow me, okay?"

"If my dearest love wishes it, then I shall follow wherever you take me," Jade responded with a teasing twinkle in his eye, placing a hand over his heart in his customary polite manner.

You let out a playful sigh, a mixture of exasperation and endearment as you tugged him gently towards the cave, though you could hear him chuckle quietly at what you assumed to be the sight of your reddened ears.

As you ventured deeper into the cave, the soft luminescence of the mushrooms cast a gentle radiance along your path, painting the surroundings with an otherworldly glow. At last, you arrived at the carefully arranged picnic, where his favourite dishes were lovingly presented, the aroma mingling with the earthy scent of the cavern.

You watched his eyes widen in awe as they settled on the sight before him. The luminous mushrooms that adorned the cave's walls cast an ethereal radiance, their enchanting glow reflecting in his gaze like stars twinkling in a night sky. A mixture of excitement and doubt churned within you as you waited for his reaction.

"Surprise," you managed to say, your voice laced with a blend of hope and apprehension. "I wanted to make something special for us."

Jade's gaze shifted between the radiant mushrooms and you. The genuine wonder that crossed his features made your heart swell with a mixture of relief and pure affection. "This... This is incredible," he marvelled, and you found your lips curling into a smile, mirroring his unabashed appreciation. "You've truly outdone yourself, my dear," Jade said.

Your laughter was soft and genuine, an unburdening of the tension that had been coiling within you. "I'm so glad you like it," you admitted.

With the air buzzing around you, a mixture of enchantment and joy, the two of you settled down on the cosy spot you had prepared. You handed Jade a mushroom and egg sandwich and watched as his expression transform into bliss, his enjoyment evident in the way his eyes closed briefly, savouring the interplay between the earthiness of the mushrooms and the richness of the egg.

"I've never felt such happiness," he murmured, after finishing the sandwich. His eyes met yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

This is it.

Your confession, the words that you've rehearsed countless times, teetered on the edge of your tongue, ready to spill forth.

But before you could muster your courage, he gracefully drew you up to your feet, his movements imbued with a sense of purpose. With a deliberate shift, he gracefully lowered himself onto one knee, a gesture that carried a weight of significance that slowed time itself.

In a moment suspended between heartbeats, he produced a velvet box, opening it to reveal a ring that seemed to capture the essence of elegance and enchantment—a pearl centrepiece surrounded by diamonds. His words tumbled out with a raw authenticity that left you breathless. "You've brought magic into my life, made every day brighter, and every challenge surmountable. I don't want to wait another second to make you mine in every sense. Would you do me the honour of taking my hand in marriage?"

Caught in the unfiltered authenticity of his words, your breath caught in your throat. Surprise intertwined with an overwhelming wave of emotion, leaving you momentarily speechless. Your cheeks warmed, and your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations.

"You're so sly..." You finally managed to say. His expression faltered ever so slightly, a rare glimpse of vulnerability evident in the poised and polished Jade Leech.

"I was planning to propose to you!" You exclaimed. With deft yet slightly shaky fingers, you retrieve the ring you had poured your heart into choosing. Opening the box, you unveil a silver mushroom ring, customized for the sole owner of your heart.

His eyes blinked a few times as if attempting to process the rush of emotions that had suddenly engulfed him. In an unrestrained explosion of joy, laughter erupted from him, the sound a harmonious melody that reverberated through the space, brushing away any lingering tension.

A grin adorned his lips, one that held the pure essence of his happiness. "You never cease to amaze me, my pearl. I suppose great minds do think alike," he managed between fits of laughter, his voice a reflection of his genuine amusement. "May I?" he asked as he extended his hand.

You nodded in eager agreement, an exuberant affirmation of his question. His smile deepened, a tender expression that spoke of his affection for you. As his fingers connected with yours, and with a touch both tender and deliberate, he guided the pearl ring toward your ring finger. The ring nestled comfortably, as if it had always belonged there. In that instant, his eyes met yours, and you saw a reflection of the unspoken promises that resided in both your hearts.

"Give me your hand too," you softly requested, a touch of anticipation in your voice, and he responded without hesitation. With the delicate grace of a sculptor crafting a masterpiece, you slid the silver ring onto his ring finger. Your heart raced as you watched it settle into place, a symbol of commitment that sent ripples of elation through your being.

He clasped your hand in return, his gaze flickering between the two ringed fingers, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "What an intriguing pair we make," he reflected, his words laced with a touch of wonder and amusement.

His hand cradled yours against his cheek, a gesture that felt like a silent proclamation of his affection. The world around you seemed to fade as you looked into his eyes, the intimacy of the moment enveloping you both. His lips pressed a gentle kiss against the ring on your finger, a kiss that carried a promise and a commitment that went beyond words.

"But I wouldn't have it any other way," he whispered, his voice a warm breeze that brushed against your senses. "I love you, dearly so," he breathed, his fingers weaving through the strands of your hair, finding their way to cradle the nape of your neck, and he met your lips with a tender smile.

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Week 20 Reblog Masterlist

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 20 2024:

Put you in your place (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @prettylittlebxch ❤️

Old school love (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cevansbaby-dove 💚

Club Midnight (Carol Danvers X Reader) by @thewitchandtheassassin 💚

Misunderstanding part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💙

Golden hour (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckymorelikefuckme ❤️

Heated training (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckys-wintersoldier 💙❤️

Misunderstanding part 4 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines 💙

Pretty As A Picture Chapter 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mrs-barnes-rogers-writes 💙

Grumpy old man (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckys-wintersoldier 💚

Coming Back Home To You  (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imthebadguyyy 💙

Yours, ours, mine (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sosa2imagines ❤️

You're stuck with me chapter 8 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @your-eternal-lies 💚

Behind The Red Curtains (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ktficworld ❤️🖤

She’s in good hands (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @justyouraverage-simp 💚

Good Morning  (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @blue-sadie ❤️

Pretty As A Picture Chapter 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mrs-barnes-rogers-writes 💙

Security Jammies (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @stargazingfangirl18 ❤️

Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @eulalielatibule 💚

Home Sweet Home chapter 1 (Brock Rumlow X OFC) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️

You're stuck with me chapter 9 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @your-eternal-lies 💚

Disciplinary action (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lokischambermaid ❤️

The Pull Of You part 1 (Stucky X Reader) by @mrs-barnes-rogers-writes 💚💙

Home Sweet Home chapter 2 (Brock Rumlow X OFC) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️

Back and Forth part 6.2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann 💙

A Small Mercy (Wanda Maximoff) by @kes-fellowes-posts-stuff 💙

Always Come For You part 1(Steve Rogers X Reader) by @fandomgirlz01 💚

Pretty As A Picture Chapter 4 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mrs-barnes-rogers-writes 💙

Home Sweet Home chapter 3 (Brock Rumlow X OFC) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️

[whatwouldsylwrite]

hockey!Abby x dancer!reader pt3

Tags: modern au, fluff, fem!reader, shy reader, reader is into sexy/girly dances, Abby is a sweetheart, switching pov

pt2

Notes: drinking, swearing, kissing, mention of smut if you squint (they get a little worked up but nothing happens), feminine reader, men being creepy. There's a mention of Dove Cameron's song - just want you to know it's "Boyfriend", because it's not mentioned in the text and this stupid (affectionate) song has been stuck in my head for days.

Also, Abby calls reader "dancing queen" in her head (just as reader calls her "the hockey girl") because she thinks it's a funny reference to the Abba song and she laughs every time she thinks about it.

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"(Y/n), you going to the party?" Ellie asked when you were leaving the building after the game.

"Yeah. Oh wait." You said, noticing Finn's jacket still around you. You looked around, trying to notice him in the crowd to return the jacket. "Fuck." 

"Don't stress, he'll probably be at Manny's." Dina calmed you down. "Are you going straight away or..?"

"I'm going home first, I need to change. Stockings are slipping all the time." You pulled them up on your thighs as you spoke. 

"They look good on you." Ellie protested (she knew Abby liked this kind of stuff, and she really wanted to see her face when she'd see you). 

"Yeah, well." You shrugged. "I'm definitely not spending half of the time fixing them, so I'm going home first."

"Do you need a ride?" 

"To home or to Manny's?"

"Both." Dina clarified. "It's like, a five minute ride, Ellie can manage it."

"Oh, so I'm the driver today?" Ellie asked, raising her brows. 

"You are." Dina looked at her with her Ellie eyes, and Ellie gave up. 

"Okay." 

"Simp." You laughed and got in the car. 

"Fuck you." Ellie said and you laughed even harder. 

Ellie and Dina dropped you off at your apartment, promising to pick you up in two hours - you figured out the party won't start right away and you should come a little late to be on time for the fun part. So you spent your time going over every dress you had, trying to find something comfortable and cute. You really wanted to make a good first impression on the hockey girl. 

Usually you'd be too shy to actually talk to someone you liked, but tonight you had a good excuse - you could just come up to her and congratulate her on the win. It'd be easy, right? Just say hi, congratulations, I'm (y/n). That's it. You just needed to chill and manage your anxiety. 

God wouldn't it be awful if your tongue stopped working and you'd say something stupid? 

You were worried if she was okay: she got a penalty in the second period, and in the third period someone boarded her. It probably hurt, right? Even if she was a hockey player and was used to it, pain was still pain. She didn't need a doctor, which was good, but still. You couldn't imagine how it felt, being slammed into the boards by a 200 lbs man whose weight was multiplied by his speed. 

Yeah, that was why you were a dancer and not a sports player. You had your fair share of injuries (you've sprained your ankles so many times that they now recovered in a few days, so used to being injured. Still hurt like hell, though), but you didn't have to experience this kind of aggression or competitiveness. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, happy with your dress - it was mid length with an accent on your waist, which immediately brought up your hips and chest. It had a flower pattern on a milky fabric, and it was perfect for both feeling cute and comfortable - you were a dancer after all, so you planned on dancing tonight, and anything too tight would either restrict your movements or get ripped (that poor miniskirt). 

The hockey girl would probably like it, right? 

You didn't give yourself time to panic and change, focusing on your makeup. You eyed the red matte lipstick you usually wore, not sure if you should wear it tonight. But you did look good with it, and it didn't leave any strains even if your lips got wet. Fuck it, you thought, and opened the tube. 

You were ready just in time when Dina texted you to come out. 

"You look good." Ellie said approvingly, looking over your outfit. 

"Oh fuck you." You laughed. "But thanks."

The ride was short, but even in this short amount of time Ellie managed to prove she had the worst taste in music, again.  You could hear the music just as you left the car, and you felt nervous and excited, clutching your purse in your hand. You held Finn's jacket in your other hand, determined to return it right away and then get some drinks and maybe look for the hockey girl. You wanted to catch her before everyone got wasted, because you felt like you wouldn't be able to introduce yourself twice if the hockey girl didn't remember you in the morning. 

Manny met you the second you entered the house and went for a hug. You congratulated him on the win and asked if he had seen Finn. He shrugged and told you no, so you went on to find him. 

Abby was sitting with her teammates on the couch in the living room, talking about the game and the asshole who boarded her. She was relaxed after the first beer, and the thought of you was burning in the back of her head, but she decided to be patient. She could wait. Not all people came to parties on time, some people liked to come when everyone was already having fun. Maybe you were one of them.

So Abby relaxed and talked, drinking her beer. Boys were making stupid jokes and she laughed along, until she spotted Williams in the crowd. 

Ellie and Dina were here, did it mean you were here too? 

Abby's hands itched from the desire to stand up and go look for you to finally introduce herself, maybe get you a drink and get to know you better. Fuck she wanted to bolt out of the living room and find you. 

But apparently Abby didn't have to: you appeared just as she got ready to stand up. It was clear for her you were looking for someone (for her?) and just in a second, Abby connected the dots. 

That guy's jacket was in your hands. 

Abby heard a clank of metal and looked down: she got so worked up with jealousy she almost crushed her beer can. Fuck she needed to have better control over herself. 

You found Finn next to the living room. He was chatting with a group of your classmates and when they noticed you, they all said hello and hugged you. Finn looked a little too happy, and when he hugged you, his hand went dangerously close to your ass.

That you didn't like at all, but ignored for now. 

"Thank you for your jacket." You said politely and handed it over. 

"No problem, (y/n)." Finn smiled, and now you've started to notice how his smile was actually not friendly, but flirtatious. "What are you drinking? I will bring you whatever you say."

"No thanks." You chuckled, trying to play this situation as peacefully as possible. "I like to make my drink myself."

"Come on," Finn smiled and put his hand on your waist. "Tell me how to mix it and you won't be disappointed." 

His smile told you he didn't actually mean the drink, and you were getting more angry by each second.

"As I said, no, thanks." You said. "Thank you for your jacket again. See you." 

"You are not leaving now, are you?"

You looked at his hand on your arm as he was holding you back. Now it was getting into dangerous territory, and a lot of memories started to make sense. 

You were pissed off and dropped the nice act, wanting to end this situation as quickly as possible. 

"Listen, if you think you're gonna get it, you're deeply mistaken. And this," you pointed at his hand. "Is getting creepy. Let me go and we will continue with our respective lives." You said angrily. 

Finn let you go, and it looked like he did it only because people were around. 

You huffed, still shocked at the audacity of this bitch, and strode to the kitchen. You needed a fucking drink. 

Abby saw the whole situation play out, and even though she got furious with the guy (if he was your boyfriend? He won't be anymore, Abby will make sure of it), she was even more impressed to see your usual sweet self getting pissed off and telling someone off. You were so polite even when you were uncomfortable, but today you snapped, and Abby's never wanted to buy a wedding ring as much as she wanted now. 

Her sweet dancing queen had claws after all. 

Abby wasn't sure if it was a good moment to go and talk to you, but the Dove Cameron song felt like a sign from the universe - she definitely could be a better boyfriend than him. So Abby got up and went to the kitchen. 

You tried to calm down, but there was no orange juice and you couldn't find any vodka, which only made you more irritated. Great, this evening was off to a great start. 

You've stopped and looked around, finally spotting the juice.

"Fucking finally." You said to yourself and grabbed it, still searching for vodka. 

"Are you looking for something?" Someone said behind your back. You were too busy to turn around, but the voice was female, so you didn't get annoyed.

"If there's no vodka I'm going to fucking kill someone, I swear to God." You answered and turned around, not seeing any bottles in front of you.

The hockey girl.

She was standing in the door frame, chuckling, and you felt your face turning the same colour as your lipstick. She was dressed in black jeans and black sleeveless shirt, her toned freckled arms for everyone to drool over. Her hair, usually in a braid, was down and she looked so fucking good.  You closed your mouth, embarrassed. That was definitely not a good first impression.

"Have you checked the freezer? Manny usually keeps it cold." The hockey girl crossed the room and opened the freezer and took a bottle of vodka.

"Thank you." You said, getting painfully shy. That was not how you wanted your first meeting to happen. 

The hockey girl opened the bottle and handed it to you. It was such a sweet gesture you felt your heart flutter. 

"I'm Abby." The hockey girl said, smiling at you. You smiled back, holding to the vodka bottle for dear life. She was taller and broader than you, and it made your knees weak.

"I'm (y/n)." 

"Are you okay? I saw you back there." Abby said, giving you a glass for your drink. She was casual in her care, your heart was melting. You've felt like a lady within a minute of your conversation. 

But the mention of Finn got you back into an angry mood. 

"Another asshole thought that I'm easy just because I dance to Doja Cat. Not that there's anything wrong with being easy, you go queens, but I'm built differently. Like, what in the fuck shows that I'm easy? My dress is so long I could be playing Lizzie Bennet instead of Kira Knightley. Fucking assholes." You vented, pouring vodka into your glass. "Sorry." You said, getting a little too conscious of your rambling. 

"Felt like you needed to get it out." Abby laughed. "You do have an audience."

"But that's what it is - an audience, y'know." You smiled and added the orange juice. 

"I thought he was your boyfriend." Abby said way too casually, and you both knew it was not. 

"No. I'm single." You said way too casually as well. 

Abby moved and stood next to you as you tasted your screwdriver. You almost felt her warmth from how close she was, and your heart was raising because of it. You wanted her to touch you. 

"Too much?" 

"Just right." You looked at Abby's empty hands. "You don't drink?"

"I do." She said and grabbed a glass to fill it with whiskey. 

You didn't know why Abby drinking plain whiskey was hot, but it was, and you couldn't not think about it.

"I- um. I was at your game today. Congratulations on the win." You said, getting shy again. 

"Did you like it?" 

"Yeah! I've never been to a hockey game before. Much more enjoyable than soccer."

"Everything is more enjoyable than soccer." You giggled at it, hiding your smile behind your glass. 

"Are you okay though? You were slammed into boards." You remembered and tried to see if there were any injuries. 

"I'm good. The fucker wasn't that strong."

"Well, he would crush me to death, so I got worried." 

"He definitely would, he is thrice your size." Abby chuckled again and you barely held your giggle. 

Abby looked at you and tried to suppress her cute aggression: you were too sweet and you looked so innocent, even though you clearly weren't. She wanted to pinch your cheeks and fuck you senseless, but she felt like she needed to earn the right to touch you. Abby wasn't dumb, she caught on to your words: you were definitely a wine and dine girl, someone she'd need to take on a few dates before something could happen. 

Surprisingly, she was very okay with it. 

The song changed, and Abby got surprised when you turned to her with excitement in your eyes. 

"Do you want to dance with me?" You asked, and in that moment Abby knew she was fucked. 

Because even though she was a terrible dancer, she couldn't say no to you. Couldn't say no to a chance to spend more time with you.

Abby followed you to the pretend dance floor, and she stood for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what was happening, because the song was slow, and your hands were suddenly around her neck, and Abby wasn't ready for it. 

She thought she wouldn't be able to touch you in this century, and now she felt your body against hers and it was breaking her brain in all delicious ways. 

"Are you okay with this?" You asked, and Abby came to her senses.

"More than okay." She said and put her hands on your waist. "I'm not a good dancer though."

"So no dip?" You asked, smiling, and started swaying you both from side to side. "I think you'll manage."

Abby laughed, because your words reminded her of an old vine. But when you looked up to her, all pretty doe eyes with white eyeliner that made you even more cute, she felt like she'd devour you right then and there. Her grip on your waist tightened and she moved you closer, flush against her body. You blushed and Abby wanted to kiss you so fucking bad it was getting unbearable, but she controlled herself: she really didn't want to be like all those guys who hit on you. She wasn't even worried about the red lipstick on you - if anything, it only made her look at your mouth more.

But God fucking damnit she wanted to kiss you. Oh, but she could be such a gentleman, right?

So Abby leaned down to you, getting as close as possible, and waited for your reaction, giving you time to back out. 

But you didn't want to back out, so you leaned closer too, letting Abby close the distance completely.

Abby finally kissed you, demanding but soft, and you went pliant in her arms, pressing even closer, feeling her belt buckle against your stomach. Abby kissed just as she played, confident and unyielding, keeping you in one place, just as she wanted. She cupped your cheek as she deepened the kiss, her tongue soft and warm on your tongue, her other hand on your waist, kneading your soft side. The taste of her whisky mixed with the taste of your screwdriver, making something spicy and dark, dangerous. You wanted to press your thighs together, the heat building up between your legs. 

No one kissed you like that before. No one treated you like that before: the kiss was dirty and wet, but Abby didn't touch you too far, so polite and respectful. Your heart was beating in your ears and in your core as you weaved your fingers into Abby's hair, not pulling but holding gently, massaging her neck. She let go of your cheek and used two hands to get you closer, chest to chest, her thigh between your thighs, making it so tempting to just rub against her. But you didn't, too shy and too nervous, not sure yet if you could trust Abby like that. 

You pulled away breathing heavily, and smiled bashfully at Abby. She was smiling too, and even if her eyes were too dark with want, you didn't mind. 

"You're so fucking cute." Abby said, feeling like she didn't have to hide it anymore. She tucked away a strand of your hair behind your ear, and you blushed.

Fuck she was gone. How did you manage to dance such dirty dances and be so innocent? You've looked like you've never been kissed before, all blush and shyness and trembling hands around her neck. But somehow your innocence didn't come from naivety - you clearly weren't naive and could handle yourself just fine if you had to. You looked strict, not stupid. That was why Abby was so drawn to you. 

"And you have freckles." You said and caressed Abby's cheeks with your thumbs. "So you're cute too. That's what the law says."

"Yeah?" Abby laughed. 

"Yes. Ask Dina, she is a law major, she'll tell you." You winked. 

And then the song changed.

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Types of Simps | The Ainur

A/N: I have finally completed the entire series by writing for these lovely fellows. The others will just have to wait until I decide to post them :)

Types of Simps: Lords of Gondolin | House of Feanor | Imladris | House of Fingolfin

The Valar

Manwë – the ‘gentleman’ simp

· So I like to believe that Manwë has Avian traits, thus whenever he’s around his crush, he tends to chirp and ruffle his feathers in hopes of gaining their attention. You know, puff his chest out a bit subconsciously and fluff his wings so you can compliment how pretty they are (he melts).

· Not one for openly dancing like tropical birds when attracting their mate, but if there’s an event and you’re around, Manwë would quietly ask if you would like to dance while shuffling his feet from side to side attempting to impress you with his moves.

· He’ll hum and murmur some words whenever you’re around as he sings before he openly completes the song and whistles to have your eyes on him.

· Like birds, he’s always gifting you shiny objects, and I don’t mean rocks or pebbles he found around the palace, but actual shiny gifts that caught his eyes and he begged Aulё to craft for you.

· He loves to bring up conversations about the sky just so you could talk about how you wish to fly among the clouds or touch them, only for Manwe to spread his wings and offer you a flight.

· Loves to take you on flights just so he can have you in his arms and feel you curl into his embrace. If you fear heights, even better for him, you’re practically clinging to him.

· Gets jealous whenever other birds are around you and are quick to shoo them away because they tend to gain your attention. You love to feed the doves and parrots and watch as Manwë grumbles about it being unfair. If you comment on it, he’d turn red and shut up.

· You can count on him to sometimes break his code of conduct and find him appearing on your balcony at ungodly hours of the night to whisk you away to some field of flowers or mountaintop to watch the sunrise and listen to him make some comment about how beautiful you are.

Námo - the ‘tsundere’ simp

· Listen, this man isn’t going to crack a laugh far least than a smile in your presence because he doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself. He smiles and chuckles internally, but he’s even fearful of doing so because he almost got caught once.

· His brother chastises him for expressing his emotions and nearly got banned from visiting him for years because Irmo teased the living daylight out of him when his voice once cracked when you spoke to him.

· As much as he refuses to openly admit his feelings, he doesn’t run you whenever you decide to visit him or speak, he simply stays quiet and listens with a slightly bored look on his face – even though he’s not actually bored but elated on the inside. Only Irmo can see that he’s smiling.

· The funny thing about it is that if you cried to him or showed any signs that you were hurt or sad, Námo just wants to know who, what, when, and where. Why isn’t important. Just leave the rest to him and he’ll see to it that you’re never bothered again.

· Námo has the tendency to stare at you whether you’re looking or not, he sort of just stares into your soul but in truth, he’s panicking because you caught him and the only thing left to do is continue staring.

· If you’re near him, he sometimes – most of the time – stares at your hands wishing he could be a bit braver and just hold them. Instead, he combusts and shuts down when you held his hand upon asking him to dance during an event. Irmo never lets it go.

· He’s the type to bite his tongue the first time he attempts to confess his feelings and then disappear right after he messed up because he’s planning to throw himself off Mandos. Námo believes that you think he’s weird, so he does his best to avoid you at all costs.

· He does have a strange way of speaking to you when he decides to. You have to squint to understand the hidden meanings behind every sentence because they sometimes come off mean. Irmo had given up on his brother at that stage and decided to shoot him with a love dart to speed the process along.

Irmo – the ‘sweetheart’ simp

· Yes, Lorien isn’t going to pass up the opportunity when presented to interact with you at any and all costs. He understands how he feels for you and is determined to make it clear in your eyes – no questioning his love for you, period.

· Lorien is only just a call away and he’s standing before you – literally, like a puff of smoke and he’s there. Always has a smile on his face and has an arm outstretched for you to take. Whenever he initiates physical contact, he prefers to let you make the first move.

· Stands close to you and charms you with poetry and compliments. They’re just as sweet as him and when he’s done, he flashes you this breathtaking smile to make you melt into a puddle.

· Sends you poems almost every day and when he can’t meet with you, he writes the longest apology letter the world has ever seen just because he couldn’t visit you one day out of the (25/8) entire week.

· Always has his eyes on you, not in a stalkerish manner, but adoring manner like, ‘that’s my lover, the love of my life, I’d do anything for them. I love them more than you do. They could do anything, and I’d still love them.’

· Loves to visit you in your dreams and creates only the best dreams for you and him to spend time together. He literally makes all your fantasies a reality in your dreams – strange.

· Lorien loves to sing for you, and he mostly does so whenever it’s just to two of you during private moments. You’re probably walking through his garden with him, and he couldn’t help but hum until he brings to sing – real smooth.

· Hates to see you sad and does everything in his power to make you happy even though he’s breaking the rules by interfering with your emotions. He knows it’s supposed to be a natural phenomenon, but he hates watching you wallow in sadness.

· His favourite thing to do is be as affectionate as possible before his brother just to show him what he should be like with his crush and how easy it is for him to make a move. You know the ‘this could be you, but you playing games.’

Melkor – the ‘seductive’ simp

· One word to describe him is S M O O T H. He’s really smooth with his actions, and if you’re not turned on or melting, everything is wrong with you.

· Always has a seductive compliment for you every time you meet. Sometimes, he doesn’t even wait on time to allow you to meet, he goes looking for you. Melkor would waltz right up to your smaller figure and corner you with one hand over your head, getting into your space and just silently staring with a smirk because he knows the effect of his presence.

· Brushes your hair out your face and then drags his fingers down you grip your chin and he forces you to look him in the eye. This man lives for EYE CONTACT and knows that you’re weak in your knees every time he stares into your soul.

· Loves to lick his lips whenever you’re speaking to him because he’s staring at how kissable yours look and he’s dying to lean in and have a taste. The most he’ll do is lean in to brush his lips against yours to leave you wanting more or kiss you just at the corner of your lips.

· His voice – holy fuck – his voice is finer than the sweetest wine and he uses that as his greatest weapon. Loves to whisper into your ear, while brushing his lips against the tip as he surprises you from behind.

· He normally waits for you to be the one to initiate the physical contact and when you do, for example, a hug, he pressed his entire body into yours so you could feel every ounce of muscle while chuckling and making some excuse about how you weren’t supposed to feel that. BOI.

· Listen, he’s seductive but he also has class, so black roses just for you accompanied by some onyx jewellery, because he thinks you look sexy in black.

· J E A L O U S Y to the highest degree. He wants to tear anyone, and everyone’s throat out who attempts to put their unworthy hands on you. On one but him gets that pleasure and opportunity. He has threatened to take someone’s hand off before.

· Melkor has this habit of sharing his wine with you from the bottle and not the glass. He’ll drink first, then cup you by your throat, tilting your head backwards and resting the head against your lips to pour the wine down your throat while whispering how good you’re doing. (I don’t even know how you haven’t choked and died from the contact because I would and combust). He wants to try kissing you and pouring the wine from his lips to yours, but he’s waiting till he has you officially.

The Maiar

Eonwë – the ‘enthusiastic’ simp

· At first, he doesn’t truly understand what’s happening and why he is feeling all these positive emotions surging through him, but then Manwë had to be a dad and explain to the poor birb that he is in love.

· Just like Manwë, Eonwë has Avian traits and does the whole singing and dancing fiasco to attract you to him. He’s a lot more open with expressing his feelings and is sort of like a love-sick bird.

· He’s always singing and pulling you in to dance with him. Humming some random tune and gently tugging you into his embrace, encasing his feathers around you both to shut out the rest of the world.

· Loves to take you on flights to give you tours or to look at the sunset or sunrise. More like a bird, he brings you little random trinkets he found while flying and hopes that you understand the hidden meaning and keep them – you do.

· He once saw a play with you and was amazed at the flowers falling from the sky which caused him to re-enact the scene. One morning you were in the gardens and Eonwë decided to fly up above and drop flowers upon your head – I want this to happen to me now.

· He loves when he has to clean his feathers, he’ll ask if you would like to assist him so you could spend the entire day grooming him. Eonwë simply sits and guides you on how to handle his feathers and leaves the rest to you because he’s in paradise when you touch his wings.

· Another jealous birb boy who hates when other birds get close, and you give them your attention. Before you met him, you had a dove you nursed back to health and it grew attached to you and saw you as its mate, was not the best thing for Eonwë to learn. He and the bird nearly had it out.

· Loves when you compliment him because he intentionally puffs up his feather and ruffles them to gain your attention and hope that you praise him. You call him your little songbird because he’s always whistling and singing around you because you’re his mate – got to impress.

· Always leaves behind a feather or more of his whenever he has to go away on trips so you could have a piece of him with you.

Mairon – the ‘tsundere and protective’ simp

· He’s the annoyed type of tsundere simp. One that constantly rolls his eyes at everything you do but is still overprotective. Contradicting in many ways isn’t it, I know.

· Quiet whenever you’re around and listen to everything you say, rolling his eyes in between or making some remark that comes off as him being disinteresting but it isn’t his intention. He doesn’t really talk much around you and opts to remain quiet, taking your voice and presence.

· Always H O V E R I N G. Always around – seems a tad bit stalkerish, but he wants to ensure you don’t do anything stupid because you’re clumsy. He’s always having to rush in to save you from some injury and then blow up about how it could have been worse. What a weird way to show you care Mairon.

· You could ask for help and he’s dropping whatever it is you’re doing with a scowl on his face and complaining about him having more important things to do while helping you. Newsflash, you simply asked for help and not him specifically.

· Subconsciously makes you gifts and leaves them on your doorstep or has them delivered to you with a mysterious note attached to it because he’s your secret admirer. How cliché and smooth.

· Always has a softer look – that still appears stern – on his face in your presence but the moment you leave him alone, he cracks, and a grin falls through. It spreads across his entire face and lights up his entire aura. He’d shake his head and give a small chuckle as he replays all your enthusiastic speeches from earlier making notes about all the things you like.

· Would never admit his feelings even though Eonwe probably has attempted to set up situations to get him to. The most that would happen is him staring you down with a blank look on his face while he’s screaming at himself to say something nice.

· J E A L O U S. He doesn’t like when someone breathes, look, talk, smile or glances in your direction. Even with Eonwe who attempts to help you understand your feelings, he gets absolutely jealous – like Hades from Hercules or maybe that’s Melkor.

· When he does get jealous, he attaches himself to your side the entire day and night wordlessly. He makes some comments about how ‘you’re not safe alone’ and shuts up after because he was about to admit the truth.

· Please, you once held his hand and he stiffened under your touch. It made you believe that he didn’t want you to touch him, but he was howling at the moon. Mairon spent a solid day and night staring at his hand. From then, he did everything he could to get you to touch his hand whether accidentally or not.

Bonus: I originally had Melkor as this

Melkor – the ‘denial/I don’t simp’ simp

· Boy, if everyone had a coin for the number of times Melkor admitted he doesn’t simp for you and then proceeds to simp, everyone would be rich because he contradicts his words to a fault before everyone's eyes.

· His brother would literally tell him that his crush is in the room, go talk to them and Melkor would make some dramatic statement about him not caring and then waltz over to his crush five minutes after to chat with them – bonus: he could never make proper eye contact.

· He denies every statement about him liking his crush which a huge blush on his stoic face and proceeds to make another statement about him not being a simp. It backfires because he’s always seen hovering around you hours later with some lost look in his eyes.

· You once spoke about your ideal type and the next day; he showed up acting and dressed like them. Tries his damn hardest to not make a fool out of himself but he fails. Melkor just believes that he’s tolerating you, nothing more, nothing less.

· The rest of the Valar and Maiar loves to tease him endlessly by making up rumours about seeing you with someone else just to make him blow a fuse and go back on his words about not being interested in you.

· When he does corner you, the first question you could ask him to shatter his brain is ‘do you like me or something?’ you can bet what his response was, let me give you a hint, ‘no – I simply tolerate your measly presence’ while fighting a smile.

· He’s almost like a tsundere but more expressive.

· His brother loves to tease him about how much of a softie you turn him into. Manwe once walked in and saw you putting flower crowns into his hair with the grumpiest look adorning his face. Melkor sat with you for hours without complaining because he enjoys your presence.

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Track Marks And Dial Tones V

Summary: Agent Rohr keeps pushing, are you going to cave? Meanwhile, Clay is fighting his very own demons.

Pairing: Clay Roach x afab!cop!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k (short but dense!)

Content Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat 18+!, Drug Paraphernalia, Agent Rohr, Emotional Distress, Explicit Withdrawal Descriptions

A/N: Genuinely can’t believe this is actually happening rn. I’m back in the fucking building.

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All we are is entertainment

Caught up in our own derangement

Tell us what to say and what to do

- Entertainment By Rise Against

You gagged; a myriad of rotten cardboard boxes wearing a now brown-tinted strawberry print rumbled into the blackened trash bag as you jerked the overflowing bin upside down, various stages of decomposition on full display. In your means to clean this place, you had quickly learned to be grateful if the task at hand was only about picking up brightly orange needle caps or tossed and scattered Fent strips.

“We gonna get you a chore planner, Clay.”, The words trickled into the dusty and thoroughly musty air as if he was right there with you and not miles away, pushing himself through an unmedicated living nightmare, “I swear, I’ll bust your balls if it ever gets that bad again!”

The deadpan statement coaxed a shallow, quick laugh to roll over your tongue chased by a heavy pang of anxiety cutting right through your stomach as you remembered just how fucking bad it had gotten on your end now, too. 

It’s been days since Rohr has had the audacity to show up at your own house to shove his nose into business that wasn’t his in no way shape or form. However, he’d made a point; HR wouldn’t like your little stunt at all, no matter how hard you were to push the harm reduction agenda, pleading for humility and understanding in front of people who’d be more than pissed about the financial hassle of hundreds of missing test kits.

Just the thought of this shit-eating grin beaming right at you from the opposite end of your kitchen table whilst he’d drawn out photograph after photograph to punch his point down your throat a little harder with each picture rendered you sick to the bone and had your insides twitching in every possible direction. There wouldn’t be an easy way out of this, that much you knew, yet, risking Clay’s already fragile chance of actual sobriety was no point of discussion to be had for it being blatantly out of question. It had to happen, had to work out, and then… then it would all be good again; calming little white lies you told yourself to keep that last shred of sanity alive and fed somehow. 

You forced your attention to return to the now plump trashbag, once hollow edges rounding with the sheer amount of strawberry milk boxes, if they’d let you, you’d bring some full ones to the facility soon in the hopes that the little things might make it more bearable for him. 

During the past nights, you’d spent hours upon hours staring at your ceiling wondering, your thoughts conjuring images of pain levels you hadn’t felt yourself, not even when inflicting it upon yourself. Simply the mere train of thought about Clay going through days of crippling withdrawal shook you, made you flinch without any physical incentive to do so around you, wishing that you could help him carry the weight and pain in whatever ways possible.

The mobile device in your pocket buzzed, announcing a text that was waiting to be read. The sudden bzz-bzz humming through the fabric of your pants nearly had you crawling out of your own skin for a second, your ribcage exploding from the sudden jolt of adrenaline.

“Jesus, fuck!” You huffed out in a raggedy breath, dragging your phone from its confines, display lighting up with the touch of your thumb.

- Hey, sweets, I’m free tonight, just saying. Are you going to be? -

“Motherfucker!” The need to throw your phone at the next best wall rippled through your arm but you kept your composure, trashing your mobile over a text from that asshole wasn’t exactly on your to-do list, not today and not in the near future either.

His entire ribcage cramped, shrunk together as his stomach pumped a new wave of bile upward his esophagus to wash around the root of his tongue and eventually gush free from parted lips, the acidic amalgamation of mucus and foodless vomit slumping down into the pristinely white toilet bowl, the scent of harsh chlorine cleaning solution burning it’s way into his overstimulated nostrils.

Clay felt sick like a dog, sick to a degree the term “dope sick” didn’t even fully convey the level of misery his body and mind were going through as the wash of throat-burning barf left his trembling statue. The lump thumbed down in a dull thud as he reached for the button to flush it all down just like everything that had left his body beforehand already; trembling fingers barely able to push against the mechanics with enough vigor.

After he’d wiped quivering lips with a bunched-up fistful of cheap and coarse toilet paper, Clay slumped back down onto his heels, lungs burning with the attempts to gasp for air after it had felt like the mucus and puke damn near choked him out. His eyes burned and his entire vision was blurred with the intense amounts of pressure throbbing through his skull every time his stomach contracted with the means to violently eject the few crumbs Clay had managed to shove down for breakfast.

“Peak between 48 and 72 hours, my fucking ass.”, Dry lips smacked against each other, the sensitive skin brittle and chapped, “It’s been 5 days, you fuckers.”

Clay’s already sore voice broke off almost immediately, turned into a pathetic, whimpery croak as a surge of violent tears oozed from his lashline. He knew he could push through it, it wasn’t exactly his first rodeo, however, the helplessness of it all that had his body trembling, muscles aching and joints feeling like they were about to break apart got to him. He couldn’t help it and the trivial, set-in-stone-fact drove him to the edge of crumbling.

Unless inevitably medically necessary, this facility had a strict no-medication policy. No helping hand, no little pick-me-up besides vegetable snack plates and smoothies, fucking smoothies. Clay could’ve sworn to still taste the biting hint of celery that ruined damn near everything in larger quantities, especially now that the deep green liquid had found its path all the way back since ingesting it in a faint moment of hope along the afternoon hours. 

With a long groan rolling over his tongue, Clay let his head loll back against the uncomfortably bright white tiles of his adjoined bathroom, thinking about a cheeseburger and fries. For a little while, his thoughts stayed there as he slid down from his heels onto his ass, pulling his knees underneath his chin to rest his head upon. Greasy, salty goodness with an extra large diet coke for that nice crisp and tingly feeling dancing amongst his ketchup and mustard battered tastebuds. Fucking smoothies.

He closed his eyes, wiping the wetness from his cheeks on gray hoodie sleeves. The piece of clothing felt like a warm, comforting hug, all cozy and fuzzy on the inside. Clay pushed his face into the fabric, the thick cloth blacking out the harsh bright light from above, and he sighed in relief, a faint smile ghosting around his mouth. He was thankful; thankful for you packing that duffle bag for him, thankful for the sploppily put together grilled cheese that had tasted like heaven, and grateful for that black and purple polka-dotted cup filled with hot chocolate.

Clay knew that he didn’t owe you anything, you weren’t that type of person to push your thumb onto all the good that you’d done until someone gave you a badge of honor for it, no, nonetheless, almost all of his motivations to go through with this led back to you, back to you crouching in front of him whilst he had sluggishly come to, back to how you’d held him, dragged him to your car and took matters into your own hands because everything had eventually slipped from his that night. 

[maze-of-sweets]

its your favorite lords in black tinky, nibbly, blinky and pokey coming at you live from the blr!! this is a sideblog for @mythren-system

nibbly is a frequent fronter so anything you send to her will be replied to pretty quick (probably)

pokey is a less frequent fronter but so his asks will be answered slower than hers, but still in due time! he also types with a text quirk where the beginning of every word is capitalized!

blinky fronts about as frequently as pokey does and he’s usually with another one of us! but we can drag him out easily to front to chat.

tinky is a rare fronter so his asks will most likely be answered by other people! or just left to collect dust until he gets back!

answered asks are tagged “[name] ask hours” with the emoji of the anon corresponding!!

our account is occasionally hijacked by our other alters! specifically grace and richie! so feel free to ask them stuff too!!! :3

anything in our ask box goes!!! questions about source memories, opinion questions, art requests, help with your math homework! sharing your deepest darkest secrets and desires!!! or just telling us about your day!!! some yummy food you ate!! anything at all goes!!!

if we are uncomfortable with any ask sent it will be deleted!!! (however i do accidentally delete asks more often than i should so if your ask isn’t replied to, feel free to send another)

hearts and love!!! nibs (she/her) tinks (he/it) blinky (he/they/she) and pokey (he/she/they)

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list of the network of rats who do our bidding <33 (favorite anons and mutuals)

💋- nibblys blorbo <33

💄-nibblys other blorbo

🫀- @/the-pipster-pin

🌷- nibblys treat giver

💥- another tinky blorbo

☄️- @/scribbledcosmos

💊- ask buddy :3

🧡 - @/orangeheartanon-blog

🧸- currently trapped in one of tinkys boxes

🥞- @/apieceoftoastedbread

🌟- @/gooey-machinary

👁️- @/bottleimps

🪿- goose!!!

🪲-steph!

🐍- wiggly!!!

🐢- turtle dove <33

🕸️🍏🍭- webby wiggly nibbly sys friends!!!

🪼- pokeys number one simp

🎭- ruth!!

🦋- @/pangothepangolin

💤- richie!!!

🌌-blinkys babe

🎡- azulas dunk tank anon???

🐻-solomon lauter (pookie wookie boo bear)

LEAST FAVORITE ANONS. (OPPS.)

🍓- @/razmeteor (demoted for being team 🍀 in the rap battle)

🐞- anyone who likes clover anon is on this list. watch your backs.

🍀- clover!!! (enemies to lovers 400k slow burn fic in process)

[cinnamonnala]

“Shh…~ Quiet now Little Dove~”

THE SIMP BAIT IS DONE! ENJOY!! Heads up these images are kinda bright so, just a fair warning! This piece took around 6 hours and 13 minutes. AU and design by the lovely @miwachan2 For now I return to void to make more nonsense :)

[marthawrites]

Hi my name is Martha and I'm a big ol' sap!

It's been a hot minute since I've made a post like this - OG followers might remember when I used to make 'em much more often haha!

Anyway, hi!

House of the flippin Dragon season TWO officially starts TOMORROW!? WHAT??! ARE YOU JOKING? It's been FOREVER and now that it's here I'm having a hard time it's actually happening! AHHHH!!!

During my time in this fandom I've wrote 41 fics. That is soooo insane to me! HotD as a whole (I wasn't involved in the GoT fandom but I was and forever will be in love with it), and Aemond, gave me my spark of creativity back. Before coming here, I hadn't wrote anything in probably 5-6 years. I've always loved writing and then I just... stopped. Idk. It's more complex than that but it gets pretty personal and I don't really feel like talking about it. But, yeah. Writing was something I didn't really plan on doing anymore. Then... boom! After S1 was over it hit me so hard and I couldn't NOT do it! I dove in head first and I remember after posting my first ever fic on here, that I was shaking SO bad from nerves, anxiety, excitement, being scared, all of it - WHOA.

I realize 41 fics might not sound like a lot to some people, but for me it is. It's a lot. It's countless hours not only physically writing/typing, but also simping, brainstorming, brainrotting, talking to fellow fandom freaks, rambling in discord, yelling about this and that, reading sooosososo many other people's fic, hyping them up, cheering for people, rooting for people, and SO much more! I love fandom. I really do. It's truly a community and since the end of S1 I've genuinely enjoyed my time here with all of you!!

I'm blown away at the kindness I've found here. The support. The sense of community. All of it! I have friends in my phone from ALL over the world and it's sososo wild to me!

Thanks to everyone who's ever been nice to me (LOL) and read/supported my stuff. As someone who came from niche OC writing to this? I am forever blown away at the community and support here within this fandom. I've made friends and created friendships I never even imagined I would when I came here!

ILY and I cannot wait to experience S2 with you all, and to see what a new season will provide for further fanfiction, fanart, and fandom craziness!

Thanks for making my fandom experience fun, silly, insane, and overall fucking awesome. Seriously.

LOVE YOU!!! ♥♥♥

Here's to more fic (maybe another 41?!?), more simping, and more (affectionate) insanity!

MWAH MWAH MWAH!

ps: I'm going to do my very best to make my blog a spoiler free space with proper tagging and mindful posting!

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

WEEWOO IM HERE FOR THE EVENT!! (also smth I noticed, you can't copy paste your moots @ from one post to another, bc they don't receive the notif;_; I checked my mentions for your @ and uh- nope)

ANYWAY "nights spent in" with Leona pls (or Ruggie or Kalim or Jack or Jamil 💀💀) I just want a lazy night with takeout and cuddles and looking at the city/town from the hotel or room balcony in peace but I also need this frigging degree-

Nights Spent In; Leona Kingscholar

Content; Fluff, so much fluff, gender-neutral reader, romance

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; I came up with a whole meal for this and I want everything. All of the food mentioned is North Indian vegetarian food, except for Leona's. Best of luck with that degree, Soru!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You were lounging on the sofa on the balcony, a light breeze coming off the waves helping cut most of the heat from the day as night slowly painted the sky in a deep navy. Honestly, you could fall asleep right here, since you were warm and very comfy. Count on the royal family of the Sunset Savannah to spare no expense, even when it came to their balcony furniture for the smallest of their vacation homes. 

Speaking of the Kingscholars, Leona had said that he was going out to grab you both dinner, which would have shocked anyone else, but he put in the work when it came to you. You were the exception. Of course, though, he expected something in return, which was usually either using you as his pillow or giving him a kiss… or several until he was satisfied with how fast he could make your heart flutter. Smug bastard…

“Hmm, I went through all the trouble of gettin’ you food and here you are nearly passed out,” he sighed, having sneaked up on you. But he sighed, putting the food down.

Leona leisurely walked over to you before promptly laying on top of you and resting his chin on your shoulder, trapping you. He let out a long sigh and bumped his head against yours.

Taking the message, you started scratching behind his ears and hummed. “I thought I had to pay you back after we ate,” you mused.

He chuffed, but his tail was slowly waving back and forth in a relaxed manner, he was only putting on a show. “You can pay me now and then,” he grumbled, looking up at you and raising a brow expectantly.

You knew that face, it was the face that he made when he wanted a kiss but didn’t want to say it. “You can get the rest of it, but after we eat-” your stomach made a low rumble underscoring your statement. “Before I decide to eat you instead,” you joked, and poked him in the ribs to prompt him to get off you.

Leona rolled his eyes, but yielded, he wanted his damn kisses sooner rather than later. Plus the last time he had decided to lay on you and prevent you from getting food, you had indeed bit him. Even though you didn’t really leave a mark, it still stung a bit, and he would rather not get teased by the others if they found out it had happened again.

“What did you get by the way,” you asked. Whatever it was smelled divine. Your stomach gurgled even louder, sounding more akin to some beast demanding food.

Leona chuckled a bit at the commotion, but brought the food out. “Went to a small place, family run and owned,” and he brought out several containers of food. He looked at his order, “Malai kofta, raita, paratha, mattar paneer-”

You saw one other container and raised a brow.

“Rogan josh,” he answered, swiping the container away from you.

You rolled your eyes at him, but you were more than happy at the food he had got, and knew that he left a hefty tip even though he would deny it. Not only had he made you, and your ravenous stomach’s, night, but also the restaurant owners’ as well. 

Now content and full of food, the both of you laid in bed, your legs intertwined. “Thanks for getting dinner,” you hummed, feeling the sleepiness from earlier returning.

Leona turned his head to you, and rubbed circles on your hip, slowly. He was wearing the same expectant look again. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” But there was no smugness, Leona was full and just as tired as you, so he was more like a tired kitty looking for some love.

You shuffled over and placed a gentle kiss to his lips, and he let out a tired sigh, pupils dilating into round saucers. “I love you,” you placed another kiss on his lips before placing one on his scar and lingering there.

He bumped his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know… I love you too.”

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Tags; @eynnwwyjth, @inkybloom-luv, @savanaclaw1996, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii @leonistic

[ahollowgrave]

LIST 5 THINGS THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY

I have so many of these in my inbox and it has been so long that maybe I just shouldn’t answer them. It was a struggle to think of five things, I’ll be honest, which is part of why it took so long. Then I just got a little overwhelmed about how long it had been and here we are! Thank you to all the people who sent it to me! I appreciate it more than I can say.

Dandelions - My yard is filled with dandelions. Clover and dandelions. My monitors share a wall with a window, and looking out and seeing the seeds gently drifting by during a stressful workday is so peaceful. The other day, while taking the dog out, he was rolling around in a patch of grass and beside him was a blooming dandelion on which a bee was doing the same thing. It was just me and the dog outside and I did cry about it. 

My Husband - He should have been number one, probably, but he would understand. Because he always understands! I’ve never felt safer with or more seen by someone. He makes me laugh, he’s helped me become braver and kinder. All the bad moments in life are so much easier with him; we’ll figure it out, together. 

Roleplay - I started RPing when I was 12. It was not good RP but it was so much fun! It set me on the path to meet my husband and friends I’ve had for decades. I don’t do it near as much as I would like too, lately, but that has slowly been changing and it has brought such joy back to me! I love to make characters and then throw them around and see what happens. Enrichment.

Pigeons - Is this a surprise?? Should it be number 2 instead!? We just don’t know. What we do know is that I love pigeons. I love you rock doves, I love you wood pigeons, I love you bleeding heart pigeons, I especially love you saxon monk pigeons. They are so varied and beautiful and ugly and they all have the same clown vibes no matter how elegant they look. Perfect creatures, no notes. 

Weekend Mornings - When a morning breeze is coming in the window and I’ve woken up naturally. When my legs are bracketed by cats. When, the second he realizes I’m awake, the chihuahua unburies himself so he can have my attention first, wiggling and whining. Knowing what he wants most is for me to get up so he can have the warm spot I leave behind. When I’m dressed and leaving the room and look back to find my husband watching me sleepily with a smile and he murmurs “Good morning, sweetie.” The animals already rearranged around him. Knowing I’ll have an hour or two to myself in the quiet house to start my day.

Thank you, again, to everyone who sent this! @ascendedhypothesis @paintedscales @oneiroy @cindernet-explorer @iron-sparrow @ubejamjar @elf-simp @puppycuptho @sealrock And the people who sent it to my main blog, that I'm including here! Thank you so much! @meatball-headache @yloiseconeillants @gatheredfates

[casualheizouenjoyers]

☆.｡.:* 13.5   the songs we used to sing

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death of a god - archon’s debut album.

tempests and tempted - archon’s second album, released a few months before Makoto’s death

every hour spent together - venti’s first album releaded after Makoto’s death. Dedicated to Makoto and another friend he had that died.

still into you - venti’s second album. dedicated to his lover whom is totallyyyyy not xiao

authors note: these r the unused spotify albums mentioned in the prev chapter

☆.｡.:*   cruel summer

☆.｡.:*  synopsis: you are a small streamer centered on cozy gaming and your ongoing series of ranking every taylor swift song in a tier list. scaramouche is a competitive speed runner in a streamer group called “the harbingers” that has an insanely large fan base. your paths only cross once he subtweets about your content and your favorite artist, causing a petty online argument that might lead to something else.

☆.｡.:*  taglist: @raideneiari @starryeyedkoko @lightlyfeatheredquailqin @thenightsflower @isa-solasun @lilactaro @imdeadlyboredhelp @arizzu  @turningfrogsgay @icedmocha1 @feverish-dove @xiaosonlybeloved   @sukunasrealgf @eutopiastar @shinunoga-iie-wa @phoenix-eclipses @crueldinasty @sashiette @hotgirlshit5 @certaindreampost  @atlaincorrect @aludicpoet @justawalkingdisaster @m3gitsune @mechanicalbeat1 @distinguished-simp @mayacheiko @r4yyyyy @kkazuyass @angelunatic @kunikuzushisbeloved @bubblegum-angelquartz  @fangygf @yuyudoesdrugs @kitsuvil @xiaossocksniffer @scarletttcroww @fanficaddictedmushroom  @crucnhice @exhaustedcommunist @sleepysoda21  

[l1nghuarchive]

hello!!! I wish u luck on starting up ur blog! :) being the absolute heizou and kazuha simp I am, may I request them with a sick reader? <3

WEE ONG TYSM FOR REQUESTING AAA YOU DIDNT PUT A GENDER SO I HOPE GN IS OK FOR YOU!! (i wrote this while i was taking the bus home, sorry if there are any spelling errors !)

Pairing : Kazuha && Heizou x reader

Type : hcs

Warnings : n/a

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

• Being the kind hearted person Kazuha is, he'll make sure to take care of you perhaps even stay back behind to take care of you if you are part of the crux!!

• As a wandering samurai, im pretty sure he has to take care of himself a lot before he had met Beidou so he is quite and expert when dealing with simple symptoms of sickness. If it's a high fever, he'll go to Baizhu to get medication and feed it to you! <3

• If you are very conscious about getting him sick even if he says it's okay, he'll write little poems for you and even draw a small doodle of himself as well as leaves! (ps. His drawing skills aren't really good but his words in his poems definitely make up for it!!)

• "Kazuha , these are uh really nice hearts that you drew..!" "My dove, it meant to be leaves.. But if you think it's a heart then it can be as well."

• Kazuha may seem like a rather calm person outside but he is interanally panicking inside if he is doing enough since he is scared that your health would get worse because he isn't taking good care of you.

• If you're symptoms tend to get worse, please reassure him it isn't his fault or he might actually start panicking and trying a bunch of medicine that he learnt on his travels that he thinks might help.

• Overall, Kazuha really someone who would stay by your side even if he isn't a professional doctor he is really genuine of taking care of you <3

SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

• The best detactive Heizou is almost never called in on a sick day, after all missing one day could mean missing a lot of clues and cases he might find interesting.

• Now when he heard you were unwell, let's just say he doesn't really know how to take care of you </3 and he may or may not have fed you the wrong medicine..

• "Heizou, i think that is the medicine if I'm having if im having problems with.. Releasing gas." "Oh." (you told him that when he just fed you a spoon full of it, you had problems with your stomach a few days later after you got better..)

• Heizou would definitely try to cuddle with you in bed if you are having a headache or having trouble sleeping, of course while you're asleep he might try to think of ways to help you feel better faster. He hates to see you lying in bed all day since he wants you to go on many cases with him all around inazuma!

• He'll try to crack some jokes while you're in bed to keep you entertained while you're recovering. (his jokes are kinda stolen off from google but the fact they are overused makes it funny LMAO)

• Unlike Kazuha who is a wandering Samurai, being a detective requires a lot of time so Heizou always has to leave very early in the morning so he can come back earlier to take care of you though do expect a little note with a few puns and overused jokes next to your nightstand.

• Once you've gotten better, Heizou might have to work extra hours because he did runaway from the tenryou commission to take care of you do if he arrives home late please do welcome him with a hug <3

• Heizou might not be the best at taking care of you but he is willing to sacrifice himself to make sure you're healthy and happy <3

Tysm for requesting, i hope you liked this and sorry if it is ooc! </3