#hiiii i hope this is okay :D

[astralfms]

most  days,  femi's  schedule  is  so  jam  packed  she  can  hardly  find  a  moment  to  think.  there's  not  many  times  this  bothers  her,  always  preferring  to  lose  herself  in  her  ambition  and  keep  herself  busy.  there's  not  much  time  to  think  about  herself  when  she's  tattooing,  focused  on  her  customer  and  making  sure  the  piece  on  them  would  be  one  they'd  love  FOR  LIFE.  nor  when  she's  meeting  with  partners  or  spending  her  nights  at  the  club,  coming  home  with  just  enough  energy  to  shower  and  sleep  and  repeat.  some  days,  though,  it  all  catches  up  to  her.  days  like  these  her  schedule  is  cleared,  her  mornings  are  slow  and  her  evenings  are  quiet.  self  care  isn't  her  specialty,  but  being  out  of  commission  is  a  worse  sentence  to  her  than  a  day  spent  alone.  living  in  palmview  for  ten  years,  it  was  easy  for  her  to  take  the  constant  beach  access  for  granted.  unable  to  remember  the  last  time  she'd  seen  the  ocean  (  even  though  she  lived  less  than  ten  miles  from  it  )  femi  found  herself  sat  along  the  shore,  watching  herself  sink  with  tide  and  rise  with  the  pull.  she'd  planned  to  journal,  her  tote  bag  laying  on  the  wicker  blanket  a  few  hundred  feet  away.  however,  once  she'd  gone  for  a  quick  dip  in  the  water,  she'd  been  unable  to  pull  herself  away.  when  she  was  younger,  femi  and  her  moms  would  collect  shells  and  compare,  taking  a  vote  on  who  picked  the  shiniest  one.  today,  she'd  found  it  hard  to  turn  any  over,  finally  building  the  courage  to  pluck  a  clamshell  washed  in  with  a  sharp  wave.  the  second  she  picks  it  up  is  the  second  she  becomes  aware  of  the  presence  beside  her,  head  pulling  up  as  the  shell  turned  over  in  her  palm.  “it's  nice,  isn't  it  ?”  she  hums,  figuring  it  was  an  invitation  for  conversation.  a  welcome  distraction,  she  nods  her  head  for  the  other  to  come  over,  patting  the  sand  beside  her.  “you  do  get  used  to  it  after  a  while,  i  won't  lie  to  you.”  tone  is  light,  placing  her  shell  under  the  water  to  wash  away  excess  sand.  “but  that  calm  ?  it  stays,  and  by  the  looks  of  it  you  need  that  as  much  as  me.”

Delaney leaned back in her chair at the Oceans Edge community pool, eyes shaded behind her favorite pair of aviators as she watched the kids in her swim class splash and laugh, their energy filling the warm afternoon air. Three weeks in Palm View, and she was finally starting to feel like she belonged—or at least, like she was finding her rhythm here. She was teaching four classes a week now, and word had spread quickly about the new instructor. Parents she’d never met waved at her in town, and some of the kids even ran up to her when they saw her outside the pool, chatting excitedly about their next lesson. She looked out at the water, spotting one of her youngest swimmers struggling to tread in the deeper end. Rising from her chair, she moved over, calm and encouraging as she coaxed him into a better position, giving a quiet cheer as he found his balance. “See? You’ve got it, Max!” she said with a proud smile, the boy’s beaming grin a reminder of why she loved this work. After her classes wrapped up, Delaney dried off, taking a moment to chat with the parents picking up their kids. She’d almost forgotten the weight she’d carried into this new life—almost. The ache of missing her father hadn’t gone away, but she felt him with her in small moments like these. He’d have loved to see her here, building something out of the love he’d inspired in her. Her thoughts drifted as she collected her things and walked out of the pool area, mindlessly making her way toward the beach for her nightly ritual. Just as the sun was setting, she slipped off her shoes, feeling the cool sand beneath her feet as she walked along the shoreline, letting the water wash over her toes. She took a deep breath, feeling lighter than she had in months. The past was still there, lingering just behind her, but for the first time in a long while, she felt like she was beginning to move forward. As she watched the waves crash against the shore, she felt her grief quiet down, making space for something new. "I could get used to this.."

[moonvalse]

For all of them, the shadowcursed regions have been a horrible experience. It is a realm of gloom and terror that marks not just the physical body but also the soul. Every day, it twists Rhys in a new and distinct way, until he feels it at his core. Nevertheless, he is aware that he is not the only victim of the curse. It appears that Iskios is just as, if not more, impacted by this area than he is. He's become even more reclusive and, in a way, more erratic than before. The cleric fears that something worse could be going on behind the curtains, even though it's likely that he's just exhausted from their travels.

"Are you okay?" He sits down next to the man and asks, his grin light but sincere. Their chat won't be interrupted by the rest of their companions, who are too preoccupied with planning their next raid to Moonrise Towers. Rhys would rather things stay that way since he doesn't want Iskios to feel trapped to the middle of an intervention. "You seem… lost in thoughts." Though it's not exactly what's on his mind, he would rather hold back on telling everything out of tact.

@svartr liked for a starter.*

[attleboy]

I hold you SO SO closed in my handsss,,, I love seeing you in my notifications it's always such an honor and makes my day so much

-@sm-baby

omg hiiii mushroom!! :D i'm gonna be honest, i've been staring at this trying to figure out how to respond for a while but i am far too flattered to think of a good response! consider me rendered speechless...

anyway, i just hope you know the feeling is mutual and i am also very happy when i see you around!!! i'm going to use this as an excuse to toss some carnival au art your way which you'd enjoy, i hope?? ^-^

yes this one's based off madagascar 3 which... please don't judge me too hard for that... that movie's iconic (to me at least 😭)

there's more to these but idk i wasn't feeling it so crops are all i'm giving out

this one i'll probably still finish but i like how caine looks so here's a sneak peek

that was all pomni and caine wasn't it uhhh. whoops... here's a couple jax i also like that guy

and this isn't the carnival au, but it IS showtime and i know you love them... technically a wip but it's gonna take sooo many rendered pages to finish that idk if i'll ever actually get it done so just take this bit

okay that's it, ty again for stopping by!!!

[fear-is-truth]

Hiiii! Hope you’re having a good day/night. If it’s no trouble and fine by you, I was wondering if you could do headcanons with the Evans characters, with how they would react to a reader who is quiet during sex? Like, only lets out little sounds. If you do it, could you add Kai and James March to it please? Thank you

𝜗ϱ ┆ 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑒𝓍 .ᐟ

── THE EVANs ‧ h e a d c a n o n s ೃ࿐

ft. tate ‧ kit ‧ kyle ‧ james ‧ kai

⟣ TAGS ‧ NSFW | f! reader

a/n: it’s been a hot minute since i’ve done these lol

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

having watched a lot of porn, tate has a misconception that loud sounds during intimacy equate to enjoyment. at first, he might feel confused when you remain mostly quiet, only letting out small, soft noises. he’d think, am i not making her feel good enough?

he’s already kinda insecure, so your quietness would stir some of that self-doubt. he’d start overthinking, wondering if he’s doing something wrong or if you’re not as into it as he is.

tate would try to get some reassurance from you without outright asking. he’d study your face intensely, looking for any signs of pleasure in your expressions, lyour subtle reactions would become his new fixation, even if you’re not loud.

as someone who craves reassurance, he’d encourage you to express yourself a little more, not because he needs it but because he wants you to feel free. leaning in and whisper, “it’s okay, you don’t have to hold back,” hoping that you’ll feel comfortable showing whatever you feel, whether it’s loud or quiet.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

he’s the kind of partner who is incredibly empathetic and sensitive to your needs. if you were quiet during sex, he’d notice right away, but he wouldn’t take it personally. instead, he’d gently ask if you’re okay, and wouldn’t push you for more noise or reactions.

kit understands trauma and emotional sensitivity, given his own experiences. he’d quietly interpret your demure behaviour as a sign of your comfort level and wouldn’t press for you to be anything other than yourself. if being quiet is what feels natural to you, then that’s what he’d want, too.

if you ever felt self-conscious or embarrassed about not being loud, he’d be the first to comfort you. “you don’t have to be anyone but yourself with me,”

he would find your small, kittenish noises adorable. not the type to expect or want a loud, dramatic reaction—Kit would much prefer the intimacy that comes with the small sounds you make. to him, it’s a sign that you trust him and feel safe, which would mean the world to him.

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

Kyle simply adores the way you express yourself during sex. he’d find it sweet and would often smile involuntarily, drinking in the sight with warm, affectionate eyes. the small, delicate sounds you make would melt his heart, and he’d likely respond with even more tenderness, holding you close and kissing you softly.

he would take your moments of silence as an opportunity to show you how much he loves and cherishes you. he’d press gentle kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and neck, whispering words of affection like, “i love you,” or “you’re doing so good, baby.”

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

he wouldn’t mind your quietness during sex. in fact, he’d find it charming and entirely fitting with his idea of grace. your soft, kittenish noises would appeal to his aesthetic sense of control and decorum.

plus he’s kinda used to the sound of his victims screaming and it gets old real quick.

james is highly observant, and he’d become acutely attuned to the smallest reactions you have—the way you arch your back or take a slightly deeper breath.

he’d absolutely adore giving you endearing nicknames like “little dove” or “sweetness”.

although completely content with your quietness, james might occasionally coax a little more out of you, but only in the gentlest way. he wouldn’t outright demand loudness or force you to change. instead, he’d whisper, “let me hear you, darling,” in a velvety, reverent tone, and would savour any small response you give him. (simp)

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

kai would definitely feel annoyed and offended by your quietness. given his sexist views and past immersion in r/redpill, he would have absorbed the idea that women should be loud to show their enjoyment. he’d start wondering if he’s not living up to his own inflated sense of masculinity and skill, thinking, why isn’t she screaming?

he’d resort to filling the silence himself. i also feel like kai is the kind of person who can’t stand quiet because it makes him feel like he’s losing control. so, he’d start talking—maybe even about completely unrelated things. casually bring up political strategies, his plans for his cult, or how he’s going to destroy his competitors in the election.

he’s not great at handling rejection, real or perceived. he’d sulk or act petty if he doesn’t get the reaction he’s aiming for.

being the manipulative bitch he is, kai would throw in some backhanded compliments to make you feel like the quietness is your fault. “you’re just so quiet, like a good little girl,”

he is addicted to control and power. so, your quietness would feel like something to conquer. he’d take it personally and think it’s his job to make you scream if it’s the last thing he does.

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[weneeya]

Hii :D may I request Genshin Sumeru men with an s/o who always has cold limbs? my best friend prohibited me to hug them because of my cold hands *sigh* so I need something to warm up :( anyways, have a great day!!

always cold w/ sumeru boys m.list | rules

note. hiiii thank you for your request! I hope you're doing okay with your cold hands and that it's nothing too worrying <3 hope you'll enjoy this!

Al Haitham

act like he doesn’t really care

does care in fact 

annoyed but deal with it 

He was sitting at his desk, working on some paper as he was the Acting Grand Sage now. He was so busy that he didn’t spend time with you for the last few days. But you knew how to get his attention, and you were sure that it would work. 

You arrived from behind him without making too much noise, and you let your cold hands rest on his neck. It surprised him, he couldn’t say otherwise, as he slightly jumped on his chair at the touch. He quickly looked behind him, frowning a bit as he met your gaze and your proud smile. 

“I’m busy,” he said, “and I’m cold,” you answered him without any hesitation. He knew what you were trying to do, and it simply made him sighed discreetly. He had work to do and he wasn't going to stop right now ; but he wouldn’t brush you away either. So he let you warm up your hands against his skin, as he kept working. 

Kaveh

the definition of softness

he would always try to warm up your hands with his

he’s always worried that you might be cold so he’s really attentive on this 

You were sitting on the couch, rubbing your hands together as you were trying to warm them up. They were so cold, as always, and it almost started to hurt you. When Kaveh came home after some time, he saw you there, slightly shaking. 

He came quickly closer to you, a bit worried because he knew you were frequently cold. He sat right next to you, grabbing your hands between his. He slowly brought them closer to his lips so he could softly blow his warm breath against your skin. 

“Are you okay? Is it working?” he asked you, raising his eyes to meet your gaze. You couldn’t help but to smile slightly at how adorable he was with you. Always so caring about your cold hands: it warmed your heart. 

Cyno

he doesn’t really care about your cold limbs 

except when you’re trying to warm them up with him

Cyno was laying in your shared bed, sleeping peacefully ; or at least trying to sleep. You were right next to him, bundled up in the blanket. You were so cold right now, almost shivering, and you couldn’t understand how your boyfriend was sleeping without any problem. 

You looked at him, when an idea crossed your mind. A smirk appeared on your lips before you brought your feet closer to him. You put them right against his back, making him jump slightly in surprise. 

“What the-” he turned his head, trying to look at you as you started to giggled softly. It was even funnier than you expected, and your feet were feeling warmer. Cyno was a real radiator. He sighed a bit, before turning completely around to face you. He opened his arms and you almost rushed against him, hiding your face in his neck. You were feeling way better now. 

Tighnari

always taking care of your health

so your cold limbs are always a concern for him 

“You should wear warmer clothes,” he said, frowning as he saw you going out in such light clothes. You looked at him in disbelief, you didn’t expect such a reaction from him. Your boyfriend was always concerned by your health, worrying too much about your whole problem with the cold. 

“I’m fine Nari, it’s just my hands,” you told him as you showed him your hands, a little smile on your lips. He came closer to you, grabbing your hands between his to examine them. He looked back into your gaze, before shaking his head slowly. 

“Here, wear this,” he holded gloves out to you, waiting for you to take and wear them. You rolled your eyes but didn’t fight back. With Tighnari, it was completely useless. He would never let you go out without being sure that you would be warm. 

It was his way of taking care of you as he could. Health was his domain, so protect your health was the least he could do.

I love sumeru boys sm they're my favorite pls hoyoverse bring them back

[wolfiesmoon]

Hiiii! (I hope this is the place to make requests aaaaa haven’t done this in a W H I L E) but can I request pocky challenge headcanons for Floyd, Vil, and Idia? :)

Hope you’re having a great week and I love your writing :D

the way i freaked out over receiving this omg i'm so happy u like my writing😭😭😭

i love pocky challenge fics and you really fed me with the characters you chose since I have like 3467346826428 vil and idia drafts i can't get into rn. also we already know how my brain is rotting over floyd the eel boy at the moment

ALSO ALSO ALSO you aren't dating yet in these!! you're still just friends (but not for long😈)

(@kairiscorner i borrowed ur idea of picking out what flavour would fit them to add a little spice, I hope u don't mind!)

☾⋆⁺₊ Floyd Leech + Pocky Colorful

he gets really excited when you pull out the box of pockies 😆i mean, sharing food with you????? that's, like, the third best thing he can do with you!

and these pockies look rlly funny too, what does "colorful" even taste like? He's kinda in a mood to find out 😌

and gets even MORE excited when you mention the challenge!!!!

I mean, kissing AND sharing food with you?! he calls that a win for sure 😤😤😤😤

you're rlly surprised at how casual he is about it considering you just challenged him to try and kiss you essentially

but okay, i guess it is kinda Floydcore to just casually agree to a pocky game with no blushing or getting flustered (i suppose this means he likes you back??? what a mystery he is...)

you laugh to yourself at the silly grin on his face as u pull out a pocky and place one end into your mouth, leaning towards him to let him take the other end

he does so and you close your eyes, feeling kinda giddy all of a sudden

but you can still feel his downturned peepers staring a hole into you, curious to see every facial movement and reaction you may have👁️👁️

he must be really excited then!! (even if you feel extremely unsettled rn)

you slowly bite down on the stick, getting nervous. you can definitely hear him crunching on it too...

you can feel his breath, your noses bump for a moment and you think "THIS IS IT THIS IS IT THIS IS IT"

but then you hear a *snap* and the pocky falls out of your mouth... what just happened?

"I bit into it a bit too hard..." You open your eyes to see Floyd pouting like a toddler who was told he can't have candy

"It's okay, we can do it again!" you take out another pocky stick, placing the end in your mouth and looking at him expectantly

must be hard having such sharp teeth sometimes💔

"Now I don't feel like it anymore." Floyd huffed, getting up and walking away💀

That little... you still love him anyway tho🤷🏻

☾⋆⁺₊ Vil Schoenheit + Apple Yogurt Pocky

initially, he'd refuse since pockies are sweets and he needs to watch his sugar if he wants to keep his model figure and his clear skin

but he supposes sugar is nice to enjoy every once in a while (especially if he gets to share it with you)

but THEN you ask him if he's ever heard of the pocky challenge before😈

"I have heard of it in passing but I don't know what is actually is, why?" he raises an eyebrow, recalling some comments from his fans talking about it after the Pocky commercial he was in

"Becauuuuse, I think you should do it with me." you blink at him innocently before going on to explain the rules and seeing his eyes widen 😌

"So, what you're saying is... If neither of us back out, we kiss?"

WAIT WHAT

You actually expected him to turn you down immediately and chew you out for even making the suggestion since you're just friends but this certainly took a turn for the better

"Precisely." you smirked

"Just so you know, I'm not one to back out once I set my mind onto something." he smirked back at you, taking out a pocky stick from the box and placing it in front of your mouth for you to bite onto

the stick slowly begins to get smaller as your lips inch closer to his and you grip the couch you're currently sat on nervously

You take another bite and suddenly feel his lips on yours🤭

SUCCESS! SUCCESS! SUCCE-

"Oh? This is an interesting flavour~"

wait... you recognise that voice😨

"ROOK?!" the two of you separated and yelled at the same time, then turned your heads to see Rook casually enjoying your Pocky beside you

"Did you both enjoy the flavour as well?" Rook smiled innocently at you, taking out another one from the box

Vil pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling something under his breath while you just sat there in shock🧍🏻

☾⋆⁺₊ Idia Shroud + Sakura Pocky

being the candy enjoyer that he is, he would never turn down free pocky (especially not his favourite... which speaking of, how did you know that one is his favourite?)

(ortho supplied you with that information)

however, his smile dropped when you started talking about the challenge all of a sudden

and he became all red instead🤭

"You got all that?" you asked, waving the pocky stick in front of his face with an innocent smile

"D-Do I- Do I...."

babe, he cannot form a sentence right now, much less process anything you just told him. you cannot POSSIBLY expect him to give you a clear answer right now🙄

"Oh, do you not wanna do it? That's fine." you get up, ready to leave (you're doing this on purpose, manipulation is key😈)

but no, seriously, you weren't going to make him do anything he was uncomfortable with, and you kinda expected a reaction like this anyways😭

"N-No, No, I want to..." he grabs onto your sleeve awkwardly, literally shaking from embarrasment

you're actually kinda worried, will he even survive till the whole kiss part?

No time like the present to find out, you suppose

you place the pocky in your mouth, waiting for him to bite into the other end. he does and immediately screws his eyes shut, WAAAY too embarrased to look at you

the distance between the two of you slowly closes but when there's just a bit of the pocky stick left he lets go and immediately runs away, hair slightly red at the ends😫

"Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god...." he whispers to himself over and over, thinking about how he almost kissed you just now

atleast he got to eat his favourite flavour...????

"Did it fail?" Ortho came out of his hiding spot and you nodded, pouting slighly☹️

"That's plan G crossed off the list. You wrote down '7 minutes in heaven' for plan H. Though I do not know what that is, I will assist you in any way I can."

[biolumien]

Hiiii!!!! 😊👋 So I only just started Kaiju no. 8!!! New to the fandom and not a manga reader. Idk what’s going to happen in the next episode—all I know is that Hoshina better not d*e lol.

Anyways!!! Obviously I am a huge Hoshina fan/simp!!! I really like your blog and I have enjoyed your Hoshina fics!!!!!! 🥹 And since your requests are open, I wanted to know if I could perhaps make one??? 👉👈

If so, I was wondering if you could do something sort of related to your “say it!” fic??? Like where Hoshina (+ reader) somehow bumps into the ex from operations you mentioned in the fic??? And reader gets SUPERRRRR jealous (lord knows I would be especially if said ex was really beautiful and smart) and insecure. Maybe reader acts a bit distant/moody after the encounter but once Hoshina realizes what’s up he immediately reassures reader and let’s them know how much he loves/cares for them???

Sorry if this request is weird or doesn’t make sense to you, I’ve honestly just been thinking about a similar scenario ever since reading that fic of yours 😭😭 anyways thank you so much for your time 🫶❤️ and please never stop writing, your fics are beautiful 💖💕

notes: hihi; thank you so much for your request; i hope that this is okay; you sent this in before the most recent episode but hoshina's a fairly important character to the story of kaiju no 8 overall so he'll be alright... i combined this with a slightly different ask which also surrounded jealousy but with okonogi; it's very briefly mentioned though.

jealousy as the crux

soshiro hoshina x gn!reader no warnings should apply, i think. wc: 837

hoshina always maintained rather easy conversation with a lot of people—friendly conversation that sometimes got the better of your self esteem when he teasingly doted on okonogi or otherwise. 

you’d tried not to bring it up, to not bother him—because envy and jealousy like that was an ugly emotion, of course. it wouldn’t be right to burden hoshina with them–mostly because you weren’t even sure how he’d react. he was plenty envious on his own, you think–key point on think. but it might have been for more reasonable things, surely. like the envious desire to become stronger, or something noble like that.

nothing quite like yours. 

but stumbling on hoshina’s ex was never on your list of priorities at all. 

so the fact that she was here—was her name amaya?—only made you more uncomfortable. you barely knew anything about her other than the fact that okonogi spoke her name with strained reverence, cautious to never bring it up around hoshina. hoshina seemed to be uncaring of it all, even so–as if he couldn’t be bothered to remember. 

she was smoking indoors, her eyes tired and weary. 

hoshina didn’t seem to tense up when talking to her, which strangely irked you more. 

“hoshina,” amaya says, approaching hoshina with a raised eyebrow. she pats his shoulder, and he chuckles.

“you look well,” hoshina murmurs. 

“hm. well as i’ll ever be.” her eyes flit to you, her eyes narrowing. you felt uncomfortable under her gaze, as if you were some unique kind of insect to be pinned up in a collection. “this your new partner? they’re cute.”

“hm?” hoshina laughs. “aren’t they?”

the compliment doesn’t feel good, somehow, as it usually does.

“thought you said you wouldn’t date again,” amaya says, dusting off some ash off the tip of her cigarette, taking another breath before blowing it away from the two of you. “not that we really were.” she snorts. “you were too much of a coward last time.”

“hey,” hoshina says, sounding mock-hurt. “i figured we were better off as friends.”

“hm.” amaya exhales. “whatever you say.”

“i wish you’d sound more enthusiastic about this,” hoshina retorts, laughing again. it’s the same laugh he has when he talks to okonogi, that same doting laughter–but it also wasn’t anything special. it was the same kind of laughter he had when he talked to you, though perhaps it was tinged with more fondness when he spoke to you.

if there was anything hoshina was, it might’ve just been annoyingly consistent.

"it's hard to be enthusiastic surrounding you. your sarcastic energy exhausts me," amaya drawls.

you turn away from the conversation at this point–and yet you can feel amaya staring daggers into the back of your head. 

“i’ll let the two of you finish this up,” you say, and your voice sounds far more obviously strained than you’d like for it to be. 

hoshina was allowed to talk to other people. but why did amaya irk you so much? was it just the irreverent way she spoke, the way she seemed to be watching you so intently for no reason? what the hell was her problem? as you stormed off, your footsteps grew angrier as you continued to mull over it. no, seriously! what was her problem? 

but what was yours, being jealous in the first place? you were being irrational–worried because you wanted hoshina’s attention for yourself but of course it wasn’t right to worry this badly about it to the point that envy would turn your stomach like this, create the brittling sensation in your heart. it wasn’t right, and the fact that you knew it wasn’t right made the whirling sense of bad in you feel worse.

you rub your face roughly, trying to shock yourself into trying to just be fucking normal.

“hey.”

hoshina’s voice is quiet when you turn around, and his face is contemplative, brows furrowed in worry.

“are you done? talking to amaya?” you ask.

“for now,” he says. his eyes focus on your face, concerned now. “are you okay?”

“i’m…”

the words die in your throat.

“i don’t want to be jealous,” you say weakly. “of whatever’s going on. but, i–”

hoshina’s hands are on your face before you can even finish your sentence, squishing your cheeks together.

“mm, i see.” hoshina blinks, humming. “why didn’t you just say so earlier?”

you blink.

“you’re not… mad?” you ask.

“mad?” hoshina raises an eyebrow, cocking his head. it looks cute. “should i be?”

“no,” you say. “i–or, i don’t know. maybe? yes?”

“which is it?” hoshina asks, a teasing smile on his face before his brow furrows a bit. “if you would have just told me earlier i could have easily just told you that there’s nothing going on between me and anyone else but you. i chose you. don’t forget that, okay?”

you blink.

“and i love you,” hoshina says, completely straightforwardly, with sure honesty. “don’t forget that.”

you nod, and he squeezes your face, leaning in to kiss you on the lips.

[burdenandacrop]

hiiii mags !!

(anon here b/c i'm not as brave as i thought i was 😅)

first of, i'm sorry to break your chain of silly little goofy prompts, they've all been heartwarming & got me giggling & kicking my feet :D howeveerrr, i know you write more sensitive topics and the big guy™️ is pretty comforting for me. now you can take this in any direction you want— angst, fluff, do whatever your heart desires, girl!— but i was wondering if you could do a gender neutral reader x schlatt who was in a past abusive relationship? maybe the reader has certain quirks like they flinch or overapologize because of past memories.

(is this the most self-indulgent ask in the history of asks?? okay, maaaybe... but like, yolo! right?)

and if you don't mind, if 💌 anon isn't taken, then allow me to fill that spot up for ya!

thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! MUCHHH love girlie!!

- 💌

˗ˏˋ ❝ these hands can only be gentle. ❞ ˎˊ˗

hi anon !! i apologize for how long this has taken me, but i hope this appeases you. i know how it feels so if i can give just a smidge of comfort, that makes my heart happy :>

summary : with a bruise that still stings, you try to navigate what is supposed to be 'normal'. as does he, with open arms and an open mind.

⋮ ⌗ ┆established relationship, comfort, mentions of abuse, small bit of crying, gender neutral reader.

the soothing voice of chet baker rang through the kitchen, you waved your hands around to the smooth sound. watching as schlatt was attempting to figure out the instructions on the box of penne pasta. his eyes squinting as he tried to rack his head on just how long he really needed to have it boiling in the pot for. you sigh and place a hand on his arm as you leaned in to read the directions with him, he was making it seem a lot harder than it probably was. looking at him, all you could think was 'poor soul'.

"you've got the right times, don't think about it too hard." you softly giggle out, poking his arm before you let go of him. "gonna pop a vein if you keep that face." you added, playfully toying with him. he dropped the box to the countertop, causing a loud clash to be heard, looking over to you with a grin. he wasn't met with a matching smile on your face though, instead he saw for a split moment a genuine look of fear on your face.

you quickly fix your face and cross your hands over one another, knowing you shouldn't have reacted like that to such a small thing. "sorry- it was the box wasn't it?" he muttered, raising his hand up to your shoulder to gently rub his thumb along. you bite on the inside of your cheek and try your best to keep your face fixed, "we need, olive oil. yeah." you stammer out, turning to the stove and grabbing the bottle to gently pour onto the pan. he watched as you desperately tried to distract yourself, his hand dropped back to his side as he watched you.

he looked at you for a moment longer before grabbing the box of penne and looking over the instructions again. he took a few quick glances at you as you evened out the oil onto the pan, he could easily see that he accidentally upset you. even if it was an accident, he desperately wanted to fix it, somehow at least. he looked at the box one more time before quietly placing it back down this time.

he walked behind you and leaned over slightly to gently kiss the temples of your face, letting his hands softly lay upon your shoulders. he could feel how tense you became, it ached at him. "i love you." he whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. you slow down your stirring and come to a complete stop to turn your head to face him more, "i love you too." your voice quivering ever so slightly. his kisses traveled down your cheek, moving the hair by your ear to gently kiss the nape of your neck.

"just focus on the pan, sweetheart." he said barely above a whisper as he moved his lips off of you, moving your hair back gently. you let out a deep sigh, the uneasiness slowly going away. moving your hands back to stir the oil, as you seasoned the pan as well. his hands gently massaging your shoulders as he watched you, leaning his cheek against the back of your head. he couldn't comprehend how someone could hurt someone as delicate as you, when he saw you nothing short of a fairytale.

he let his hands slowly move from your shoulders, instead wrapping his arms around your torso with a sigh. "it looks really lovely already, baby." he muttered, kissing the side of your head, in hopes that he was doing something right. you move the pasta mix into the pan, pouring it gently as it sizzled with the oil. you were trying so hard to not mess anything up, especially not with him watching. you felt more on ease as time went on, it did feel nice to have him wrapped around you.

"any seasonings you want?" you speak out of thin air, embracing the warmth from him behind you. you could feel his cheek move along your head, assuming he was shaking his head to the question. "just the usual, i'm not picky." he replied, rocking you slowly as he stood. "anything you make is good, sweetheart." he adds on with a smile, his voice low and soothing. you lean your head against him and weakly grin as you gently stir the pasta mix, maybe it was going to be alright.

there had been other kitchens, other meals, other hands. hands that didn’t hold so gently, voices that didn’t soothe but seared. you thought you’d buried it all, hidden it deep enough that it wouldn’t resurface, but sometimes all it took was the wrong sound at the wrong time. he didn’t say anything as the silence stretched, his chin resting lightly on the crown of your head, waiting. he had learned not to push, not to pry. "just some garlic, never hurt anybody right?" you snicker out, the nervousness still evident in your voice. it was embarrassing for him to see you like this, you only wanted him to see you in your light; not the darkness that someone before created.

he shrugged and squeezed you softly, "i'm not a vampire, so you're safe with that." he started, chuckling to your comment, "for now." he added on jokingly, even letting out the stereotypical 'mwah hua hua' after. you let out a soft laugh, the kind that still felt unusually foreign on your lips, almost like a language you were relearning. the tension in your shoulders eased just a little as you reached for the garlic cloves, their papery skin crackling under your fingers. you glanced back at him, catching the playful glint in his eyes as he leaned into his ridiculous vampire impression, his grin as cheesy as you imagined it.

“for now?” you teased, raising a brow as you placed the garlic on the cutting board. “should i be worried you’re gonna start craving my blood instead of dinner?” you added with a smile. he gasped, a hand flying to his chest as though mortally wounded. “darling, i’d never! though…” his voice dipped theatrically, “if it means i get to bite that lovely neck of yours, i might reconsider.” you rolled your eyes, but your smile lingered this time, small but genuine. “then you’d better help me mince this garlic, dracula, before i revoke your invitation to this kitchen.”

he laughed, moving to your side with ease, his presence steady and warm. “course, course,” he said, grabbing a knife and making a show of twirling it lightly in his hand before chopping the garlic. for a moment, the air felt lighter, the weight on your chest loosening its grip. his effort to make you smile wasn’t lost on you, and you found yourself grateful. not just for his humor, but for the way he didn’t try to fix you. didn't view you as some sort of project that he'd see fit as. instead, he let you exist, fractured edges and all, and somehow that felt more healing than anything else.

“you’re getting better at this, you know,” he said after a beat, nodding toward the stove. the garlic was sizzling now, releasing a rich aroma that mingled with the bubbling oil. “at cooking?” you asked, pretending not to notice the way his hand brushed against yours as he slid the minced garlic into the pan.

“at trusting,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours. you froze, the words cutting through you with their quiet truth. it wasn’t the kind of compliment you were used to. there was no flattery, no sugar coating, just a simple acknowledgment of the effort you’d been pouring into rebuilding yourself; and it felt nice. nicer than you imagined it being. he sliced the last bit of garlic and rubbed the excess from his palms, softly grinning as he kept his eyes on you. letting his hand raise up slowly, in fear that it might startle you, so he could gently caress the side of your face.

"just stay like this, okay?" he sighed out, letting his thumb run along your temple. "this is more than enough for me." he added on, before leaning over to kiss you on the forehead. "more than enough." he concluded, looking right into your eyes as he was mere centimeters from your touch. you swallow the lump in your throat as you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, but it wasn't sadness. rather relief. relief that you finally felt safe.

"i love you." you shakily state, your lip gently trembling. you could feel the waterworks making their way, and so could he. even making him gear up a few tears of his own, he couldn't help it. knowing just how hard it was for you on a daily basis, but he wouldn't stray from you. he was just fine right here with you, in moments like this. whether it was crying because he accidentally raised his voice, holding you through the shakes when you had a night terror, or just singing you to sleep.

he was fine with all the moments in between the so called 'good', he just wanted to be there period. "i love you too, more than you'll ever know." he replied, trying his best to cut away the tears. grinning softly as he wiped under your eyes, "it's the garlic- swear." he snickers, making you laugh with him and shake your head. "onions are what makes you cry." you reply, feeling the heaviness get lighter in your chest. "shh shh, let me have this one." he defends with a giggle. taking a deep sigh and gently caressing your face.

"you're so- good. i'm so sorry anyone has convinced you otherwise, sweetheart." he stifles out, a tear escaping his eyes as it fell slowly down his cheek. you nod and raise your arms up to pull him into a hug, you needed this more than ever. closing your eyes as the sound of the sizzling pan and chet baker's soothing trumpet soared through the room. schlatt began to slowly sway you to the rhythm, kissing the top of your head softly.

"i just love emotional pasta nights, really do." he jokes, making you swiftly poke your head up and shake your head with a smile. a real smile. "as long as you're there, i love them too." you mutter barely above a whisper. tilting his head down and kissing you, leaning your chin up delicately and basking in every second of it. he knew it'd be a long road, but he knew he had enough love in his heart to withstand it.

author's note : i might've like ?? actually happy teared at this while writing, my apologies ?? i hope this isn't too short for you anon ! i can always write it longer if you'd like, i just hope you love it <3 cause i definitely did.

[bun-z-bakery]

𝐶ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝛭𝑦 𝐿𝘰𝜈𝑒

Paring: Parent!Mammon x Parent!gn!Reader

CW: None

A/N: Hiiii helllooooo!! I finally got around to writing for my other best boy! this one is a cute lil holiday inspired one! Also rip obey me :( btw requests are still open but i hope you guys are enjoying what my brain cooks up on a chilly afternoon cause its cold as hell over here! 😭

Obey Me Menu | Works Menu | Ao3

"Treasure don't worry, the kiddos will be fine. I'm great with them!" The demon of greed stood proudly as your children climbed him like a tree. You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the sight before you. How did you get so lucky? You sigh in defeat before you put on your coat and slip on some warm boots. Mammon who's still being mauled by your children, runs over and places a soft kiss on your lips, one thing that hasn't changed is the way he'd often become flustered at such gestures, either way, he's the avatar of greed after all, who's he to send off his spouse without a reminder of who they're married to?

"I'll be back as fast as I can, Mamms" you affirmed as you placed a gentle kiss on your son and daughter's cheeks, earning a giggle out of them both. "Bye-bye!" your daughter waves at you, and you give her a wave back as you leave for the day. Mammon stands before the door for a few seconds, inspecting the nob as if his life depended on it. Your children did the same, it wasn't until they heard the sound of the door locking and the jingling of keys fading did they break out of their trance.

Mammon smiles and claps his hands as he turns his back towards the door, his voice loud and eager "Alright troops, it's show time!"

You walk around the shopping center and window shop as you pass by each store. By now you have already been to a few, groceries, cleaners, the usual boring stores that seemed more exciting when you were in the devildom. You sigh as the memories come flooding back from your time in literal hell terrifying, exciting, and fascinating all rolled into one.

You take out your phone and decide to send your husband a text, a simple "everything okay?" just to quickly check-in. Once that's sent you put your phone away and walk towards the parking lot, however just as you were going to leave, something caught your eye in one of the shops.

You bite your lip, wondering if you should go in and check it out, surely mammon would worry if you come back later than you said, it wouldn't be his first freakout searching the whole city for you. With a sigh you decided to bite the bullet, you'd be quick, you promise.

"I'm homeeee~!" you sang as you entered your house. "Welcome back treasure! I missed ya!" Suddenly you're engulfed by your husband's embrace as he held you close and tightly. "Sorry, I'm late i-" you paused as you let go of him, you looked around your house to find it cleaner than how it was left. The lighting in the house was cozy, lights were hung on the ceiling, and a sturdy-looking couch fort that seemed just as warm and cozy. Walking closer to it you couldn't help but smile at the work he had put in. The crackling of fire made to turn around, and a video of a fireplace was on the TV which he had moved to the floor. Your lips quivered at how much thought and care he put in.

"D-do ya like it?" Mammon asks shyly as he places a kiss on your cheeks before taking the bags that are still in your hands. "Like it? Oh, Mamms I LOVE it!"

You pepper his face with kisses, and you both giggle like idiots. "Get comfy, hot chocolate is almost done! Kiddos say it's a need." He grumbled the last part, but you could see the corner of his lips curling. He loved to make you and now your children happy. "I'll take this one, I'll be back soon!" you quickly grab the bag and run to your shared room. You exhale with a stupid smile on your face. Placing the bag on the bed, quickly you changed into something comfortable and practical, you felt like you could melt if you had stayed in your coat and fleece pants if you wore them for just a second longer.

Once you're satisfied with your choice of clothing you decide to test your luck to see how much longer you'd have some time to yourself. You take the box out of the bag and neatly wrap it in holiday wrapping paper, you smile, silently hoping Mammon will like your gift.

Your moment of peace however didn't last as long as you'd hoped for, Mammon was already knocking and about to burst down the locked door. "Oi, darlin' open the door!" he pouts from the other side of the door. You can hear the faint thumps of feet running across the wooden floors. Quickly you shuffle your way to the door and open it as you hold the gift behind your back. "Greedy and impatient I see." you joked as you walked past him, hiding his gift in the pockets of your pants. Of course, Mammon follows behind like a lost love-sick puppy, his love for you and your little family was unmatched, ironic to say but you were blessed.

"Well, the hot chocolate is gonna get cold! And yer takin' wayyy too long! I thought somethin' happened." he pouts more. Gently you place a hand to his face and stroke his cheek with your thumb. "About that hot chocolate?" "Treasure whatcha got there?"

Crap… he saw the gift you tried oh so hard to hide. "Mammoney listen," you raise your hands, grinning as you try to speak. "I'm listening" he walks closer to you, making you take a step back. "And I heard that someone is hiding something from the great Mammon!" he shouts as he lunges with grabby hands in an attempt you hold you and tickle the truth out of you. Quickly you dodge his attack. The two of you ran around the house like maniacs, your pleas of mercy and his threats of tickling you to death were loud enough to possibly get some kind of noise complaint from a few houses down.

"Mammon pleaseeee!" you quickly rush towards the fort and carefully take a seat there. Mammon runs towards you however lets out an oof in pain as you kick your feet out which lands on his stomach to stop him from his attack.

"I'll show you if you gimme some hot chocolate please." you pout and flutter your lashes. He clicks his tongue but stifles a giggle as he makes his way to pour you both a cup of hot chocolate. While he's gone, you carefully pull the gift out of your pocket and place it on the empty spot on the couch next to you. Once again you admire the handy work he and your kids managed to accomplish within a few hours. "Your order my dear." mammon jokes in a posh tone as he places your cup on the coaster in front of you and his on the coaster in front of his seat. "Thank you my good sir." you joke back as you pick up your cup to take a sip, you pause, raising a brow at how good it was. Mammon seemingly was a man of many hidden talents and you've seemed to learn more about him after you two got married.

"wow! It's delicious!" your approval of his hot chocolate skills made his eyes sparkle and cheeks flush. "That's g-great to hear, of course, ya like the great Mammons hot chocolate!" you giggle as you roll your eyes. Setting down the cup of hot chocolate you take the gift and present it to him. "This is for my amazing husband who makes my day better." For a second mammon could've sworn you were actively trying to kill him with such words. He eyes you suspiciously and then takes the gift. "Mammon I promise you everything is okay, you really are an amazing husband."

You place your hand on his arm, giving him a small reassuring squeeze. Sometimes he doubts his ability to keep you happy. But you were happy, he made you happy and you did the same for him. That's all that matters.

He opens your gift, his eyes growing wide and his mouth falls again. Carefully he pulled out a gold-toned watch with a black enamel face. The face is surrounded by a bezel set with small rhinestones. The watch looks elegant and screams expensive. Mammon's golden blue eyes teared up, and he turned to you, "H-how did you even afford this?" his lips quivered as you watched you. You take another sip of your hot chocolate and sigh with a smile. "I've been saving up for a while, I'm so glad they finally brought back that model, it screams you!" you tilt your head as you two gaze at each other, Mammon seems like he is about to burst into tears. "Well put it on don't just-"

"Thank you my treasure." he holds you in a tight embrace, and with your free arm you return the hug. You can feel his body slightly shaking. "Mamms I love you so much, you deserve it." "I love you too treasure." he sniffles as he breaks the hug, planting a kiss on your lips, you can taste his salty tears.

"Sorry 'bout the tears… And yer hot chocolate…" he points to the chocolate-covered floor. "ew gross." A small voice coming from behind the fort made you stand and raise a brow, it was your eldest. Mammon grins at your son "Hey kiddo, wanna watch a movie? Call your sister down." with that the little white-haired boy runs upstairs. Mammon couldn't help but stare at the mini version of you, it all still felt like a dream to him.

"Sooo waiter another round of hot chocolate?" you poke his cheek, taking him out of his daze. He pulls you back onto the couch and into a warm and cozy cuddle, you love every moment of it. You used your magic to clean the spill, a nifty spell Solomon had taught you for little things like this. But still, you wanted your hot chocolate.

"Let's have another." Mammon says in barely a whisper, "Well yeah I'm waiting for another round." You giggle at him, and he turns his flushed face.

"I didn't mean the hot chocolate…"

"…" You stare at him blankly.

"I just wanted hot chocolate."

As the night went on and the movie now coming to an end, you and your two little ones were already fast asleep by the time the credits had rolled around. Mammon was just barely keeping his eyes open.

Carefully he carried the kids to their beds, then came back to get you. He smiles as he admires your sleeping figure, the way your face shines under the soft string lights, the way your breathing is soft and gentle, the way your skin has little nicks and scars that tell a story of your time in the human realm he wishes he could've been apart of. He strokes your face with the back of his hand before he carries you up to your bedroom.

Gently he places you down and makes his way to his side of the bed, sleepily you reach out to him, who is he to deny his spouse of his warm embrace?

As sleep begins to take hold of him, he strokes your hair "Thank you fr'everything my treasure." he whispers before sleep finally takes hold of him, drifting off with a smile on his face. Oh, how he loved his treasures.

A/N: One of my favorites to write tbh! I hope you enjoyed your order!☕🐇

[merakiui]

Hi Mera hope you had a wonderful day night!

I was wondering who you thought, out of the test boys, would be the most likely to try to steal you away from your partner? (Also can I be >_< Anon?)

Hi hiiii, >_< anon!!!! :D omg this is a fun question!!! I think these are the characters who would try to steal you from your partner:

✧ Riddle - if your partner is anyone from Octavinelle (i.e. the trio), Riddle is working overtime to find a way to get you out of there... T^T he will not have you succumb to the bad influences that are the Leech twins and Azul. Riddle has such strict criteria a person must meet in order for them to even be perceived by him as your partner, and no one's managed to earn his approval yet, thus your current partner is not worthy of being called your partner. Quite ironic how he's the only one who can fit into his own criteria. Perhaps he's just destined to be your boyfriend after all. :)

✧ Ace - it's for such a shallow reason, too. He just wants what he doesn't have. T_T especially if you're Deuce's partner. Ace just likes to be a menace, but in being a menace he unintentionally falls for you and now he's really determined to make you his.

✧ Trey - he does it so subtly!!!! You won't even know Trey's aiming to steal you from your partner when he packages leftover baked goods and sends them your way or when he texts you good morning/good night. He's just being friendly, but Trey knows the way to anyone's heart is through delicious food (his boy-next-door charm is just an added bonus). He's hard at work learning all of your gastronomic preferences so that he can effectively win your affections. That, and he's surprisingly discreet with his flirting (whether he intends to be or not).

✧ Cater - it really depends with Cater. He's so good at being a social butterfly, and he knows just how to pop in and snatch you away from your partner for fun photo ops. He just loves being around you, so much so that he may end up third-wheeling you and your partner. He invites himself into your life and before you realize it you're hanging out more and more with Cater than you are with your partner. But it's okay! You don't really need your partner anyway, do you? Not when you have Cay-Cay!

✧ Leona - he knows he's king in Savanaclaw, so it's absolutely mind-boggling to him that you'd settle for some herbivore at the bottom of the food chain. Leona doesn't even have to try very hard to steal you from your partner. He has such an enticing, confident energy about him. That, and no one's going to try to go against the Leona Kingscholar. You might as well start calling yourself (Name) Kingscholar now because your partner can never hope to compete with Leona. <3

✧ Ruggie - also another one that's situation-dependent. If Ruggie truly does like you, then he's willing to exert the energy to come up with a sly scheme to separate you and your partner. He's very good at it, too. Immensely sneaky. >:) you'll never even know he was the reason for the inevitable split.

✧ Azul - it's tako. Envy and greed are such a potent, destructive combination, and he wants you all to himself.

✧ Jade - he's willing to play the long game. Jade will make your partner wish they never even fell in love with you. He is so refined and ruthless in the way he goes about pursuing you while also pulling strings to slowly but surely integrate himself into your life. Your partner won't stand a chance.

✧ Floyd - he's quick with it. No mind games or elaborate cons needed. He'll beat your partner up and collect you in the aftermath.

✧ Jamil - he's doing everything behind the scenes, and it all comes together in a devastatingly neat package. Jamil keeps track of his lies, expertly weaving a web that ultimately leaves you ensnared and partner-less in the very end. You don't need to worry about details. Jamil will be vague and terse about it. :)

✧ Kalim - he does it unintentionally (or maybe he's fully aware of it). Kalim has so much love for you, so it hurts him when he sees how happy you are with your partner. :( he wants to be in that spot! He wants you to call him your boyfriend and he wants to be able to hold and kiss you and take you on dates. He lavishes you with extravagant gifts under the guise of friendship and constantly shows up to your dates. It's pure coincidence, but Kalim has a way of making you and your partner feel so suffocated because neither of you can ever get a word in with him. In the aftermath of your heartbreak, Kalim's there to pick up the pieces.

✧ Vil - ooooo Vil....... he has so much to say about your partner. So many critiques to give. He is the biggest hater when it comes to your relationship. It should be him you call your beloved, not that sorry spud who calls themself your partner. Vil knows his worth and that it’s pointless to compete when he will ultimately be the victor. He constantly checks up on your social media to see if that taken status ever changes, but it will in due time. Vil knows how to play this role flawlessly.

✧ Rook - it's Rook. If Rook doesn't drive your partner away because of how strange he is, then he will stalk you from the shadows until paranoia and dread nearly consume you and drive you into isolation. You'll spend less time with your partner because now you're too afraid to go out, lest you run into your stalker. Rook will come to collect you soon. He shan't make the love of his life wait any longer!

✧ Epel - maybe he's trying to prove that he can get a partner, or maybe he's just feeling competitive knowing that your partner has you and he doesn't. Epel knows he should be your partner, so he's determined to win you over, even if it means he has to act, Great Seven forbid, cute to achieve his goals.

✧ Malleus - it's likely unintentional. Perhaps a passing comment about how he's interested in you and suddenly all of Diasomnia is vowing to bring you and Malleus together. Whoever was dating you immediately breaks up with you when they find out Malleus is crushing on you. There are just some battles you shouldn't fight...

✧ Lilia - love is war, so Lilia might play a little unfairly when he finds himself enthralled. He can't help it for being so devilishly cute! Of course you'd fall for him and his adorable charms, too. Who wouldn't? He's old, so he has plenty of experience in the art of romantic warfare. He's determined.

✧ Neige - it is absolutely intentional and he's so obvious about it. >_< Neige is so obsessed with you!!!! He wants you all to himself, so could your partner do him a favor and break up with you so that Neige can have you instead? :D and no one could possibly say no to Neige! He's just so sweet and so famous and he could ruin your partner with his sheer influence alone. But he won't. <3 so long as he gets to have you hehe.

✧ Rollo - he disapproves of everyone you date. It doesn't matter if they're a decent person; he dislikes them regardless. Anyone who isn't him is undeserving of being your partner. Only Rollo can fill that space, and he fully intends to do so in his own little ways. You'll tell your partner that you're only joining the student council president for breakfast because you want to be friendly, but it's during these meetings where Rollo acts like his charming, cordial self. He reserves rare smiles for you and is genuinely upstanding and sweet. But only for you. And soon you'll fall for him. At least, that's what he hopes will happen. If not, he can resort to drastic measures. Anything for you.

[fr4nkie0stein]

Hiiii💕 could you do Madeline hatter x affectionate/touch starved fem reader hcs?

Have a good day/night ✨

Yes, I absolutely can! Hope you enjoy 💞

Madeline Hatter x affectionate/touch starved fem reader headcanons

Content warning(s): nothing too serious, just a clingy reader and their quirky girlfriend

Honestly Maddie might not even notice at first. Because of her playful, devil-may-care personality, she's always sort of hanging off people in a display of casual touch, regardless of whether they want her to or not

Not only will she be okay with you being affectionate, she'll absolutely encourage it. She's 100% the type of person to pop up out of nowhere and wrap her arms around you in a massive bear hug without you even noticing until the moment it happens

If you're the type of person who likes playing/messing with people's hair, then by all means go ahead. She has no problem with you combing your fingers through it while she chats about anything and everything (though don't be alarmed if you see a small mouse pop out of it at any point. That's just Earl Grey, he sleeps there occasionally lol)

Upon getting your permission she'll mess with you the same way you do her. Prepare to have your hair, clothes, or accessories fiddled with randomly as she talks a mile a minute, asking you any random question that may pop into her head before rapidly moving onto the next thing

It warms her heart to know you care so much that you show it in a more physical way. As someone who's main love language is touch, all you're doing is reaffirming the amount of care you have for her

You won't ever worry about being too clingy, especially when it comes to her. Everyone knows Maddie tends to be a bit off the walls and all over people, so most will just assume that it's her that's the touch starved one rather than you

In all honesty? She thinks it's really cute how much you love to show your affection and she's willing to drop everything just to do that if it'll make you happy (no, literally. Her voice just popped into my subconsciousness to announce that her books for class are on the ground and her arms are now free and open for a hug if you want it)

"Hi, reader! Maddie here to confirm what Mox just said above. My books are scattered everywhere and people are looking at me like I'm crazy, but I'd be happy to give you that hug now if you'd like!" :D

Oh, Maddie *amused eye roll*

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[kairiscorner]

what are you... wearing? — miles 42 x reader

request: reader wearing the I ❤️ my bf shirt she wears it w pride too ‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️

a/n: HIIII omg ok, since you didn't give me any specific character to work with, imma do it for multiple characters !! I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE THIS 💖💖💖

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as soon as miles opened the door, his eyes landed on you, your pretty, smiling face that looked a little too mischievous and sly that day, and... that shirt of yours that you were donning on that appeared a little too eye-catching. despite being in only three colors, it was pretty conspicuous and made miles' eyebrows furrow together as he looked at you in confusion and surprise. "cielo, uh, what's that?" he asked you as he pointed down to your shirt, with you tilting your head slightly at him in mock confusion. "it's a shirt, babe." you tell him as he looks at you with a flustered expression, what with having read and reread the words on the shirt, he felt pretty self-conscious and embarrassed in all kinds of ways.

heat had crept up in his cheeks and made him feel a little at a loss for words as he just involuntarily kept nodding and staring at the shirt you were wearing. a few of miles' neighbors at the apartment greeted you two and complimented your shirt, with some of them staring at you and miles with knowing looks and giggling to themselves as they gave you two thumbs ups. miles got even more embarrassed at that and leaned against the door frame as he kept staring at you, both out of embarrassment and flattery.

he sighed as he gently took your fingers and rubbed over them, tugging at you slightly and beckoning for you to come in. "...it is a nice shirt." he said as he closed the door with his back turned to you, his face completely flustered now and his hazel eyes practically having hearts in them. your arms were wrapped around his waist, which caught him by surprise, and you pulled him closer to you as you giggled while you nuzzled your face on his back--the hums of your giggles sending vibrations up his spine and... warming him all over at your utter affection. "it is, isn't it? what if we get you one, would you wear it?" you asked him as he finally let out a shy chuckle and turned his head to look at you over his shoulder. "we... we could look for some my size later. but right now..." he said as he turned around and wrapped you in his arms and lifted you up, with you giving slight gasps at how little effort he needed to carry you.

you faced him and saw the ends of his pretty brown eyes crinkle and the corners of his mouth curve upwards into a loving grin. "it's cuddle time." he said as he took you to the couch and held you in his arms as you giggled out in defiance, laughing as you told him to put you down, with him obliging as he put you down close to him on the couch and embraced you for a cuddle. "i do love my partner, too, okay... i don't need a shirt to speak my mind for me, mi vida, you already know."

tags !! @k4tsu3 @onginlove @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @solecitoszn @meowmoraless @conitagray @q2ie @zalayni

[giggly-squiggily]

Hiiii! I hope you're doing well. This is my first time requesting so I'm a lil scared. I request Lee Megumi and Ler Itadori. Megumi was looking a little down and our precious pink head wanted to cheer him up.

*dances after reading this prompt cause it's utterly perfect* YES! Good gracious how I love some Lee!Megumi! He's my favorite JJK character! :D I've gotcha covered, anon! Some Ler!Yuji coming your way!

CW: Swearing

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@thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @gladdygirl18 @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @rachi-roo @mystwrites @chibisstuff @imjusthere07 @sevenincubistolemyheart @riisada @sp1racle @happy-trenchcoated-impala @r-ine_lovesu

Yuji walked right past his room, only to stop- backtrack, and stare at him. Eyes wide and brows quirked, he took in the slump in his shoulders, the frown on his lips, the redness lining his wet lashes. “‘Gumi?”

No response. The other boy merely looked at him. It was enough for Yuji to come in fully, shut the door behind him and crawl into bed. “What’s going on, Gumi? Talk to me.”

“...” Megumi looked like he wanted to, but the words weren’t coming. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, averting his gaze before finally settling on: “I’m just not okay right now.”

Yuji’s brow furrowed even more, then he quickly gathered up Megumi in his arms, pressing Megumi’s face into his chest and squeezing him gently. “I’m here. It’s gonna be okay now.”

Muffled sounds came, but Yuji just petted his head. “Shhhh. I got you. I got you.”

“Yuji- too tight!” Megumi gasped out. The pink haired boy yelped and released him some, giving him the room to lean back and breath. “Gah! Ugh..I thought I was gonna die!”

“Pfft- like I’d ever let that happen!” Yuji snickered. “At least you’d die smelling something nice, right?”

Megumi stared at him. Yuji blinked, then he reached out and sniffed down his shirt. “Oo! Yeah- no. Definitely need to shower.”

Megumi made a small noise, biting his twitching lips. Yuji saw an opportunity and ran with it.

“Oh, so you agree?” Yuji pretended to grow upset, the hands around Megumi curling into claws. “You think I stink like the bathroom after Tempura Tuesday. You think I smell god awful like that one perfume Nobara bought, don’t ya?”

“Y-Yuji!” Megumi shivered when those claws began to move, twitching along the backs of his ribs as he squirmed. “K-Knock it off! I d-didn’t say an-ny of thahaht!”

“You were thinking about it!” Yuji pointed out, unable to keep his facade as he watched Megumi start to giggle. “I could see it in your eyes! You can’t tell me any lies!”

“Gaha! Geahahhahaha, Yuhuhuhuji! Cohohome on, dohohohon’t!” Megumi reached up to shove him away, but his push had no strength. Whether it was from his earlier misery or Yuji’s otherworldly muscle, he didn’t know. What he did know however was Yuji had him trapped. “Gehehhehet ohohohoff!”

“No way! This is the first time I’ve seen you smile all day!” Yuji rolled them over so he was on top, putting his weight to use as he danced his fingers up and down the brunette’s sides. “I’m not stopping until I’m sure that smile of yours stays on!”

“Ahh! Aheahhahahahhaa shihhihihi-” Megumi thrashed more at the pressure Yuji was putting on him- the fact he was properly stuck worsened the ticklish feeling. He flailed his hands about trying to grab anything on the other boy- his hair, his hoodie- even a tickle spot. Alas, his efforts were for none. “Yuhuhuhuhuji yohohohou soohohohn of a bihihihihihitch!”

“Ooo, Gumi said a bad word! Gumi said a bad word!” The pink haired teen cackled in delight. He dragged his fingers up to Megumi’s armpits, all but squealing in glee when the other boy slammed his arms down with a shout. “Bad spot? I thought mine were terrible! Hehehehe!”

“YUHUHUJI!” Megumi barked out a laugh, grabbing at his shoulders and digging his fingers in. It did nothing to stop him, but Yuji did take the hint with a wince. His hands moved back down to his waist, a bad spot but not nearly as ticklish. “Aheahhahahaha, shihihihihit! Yohoohhoohu gohohohohoohd?”

“Yeah, nothing too bad. Nobara bit me once when I tickled her.” Yuji snickered at the giggly snorts and wheezes Megumi let out. “I think I still have the teeth marks! She’s like a cat when you get her. You however- you’re more like a dog!”

“Oohohohoh woohohohohow! Hohohow orihihihginal-AH FUHUUHUHUHUCK!” Megumi practically shrieked when his hips were squeezed, another spot proven to be rather deadly. Yuji gleamed like the morning sun. “NOHOHOHOO DOHOHOHOOHOHN’T!”

“Awww, does it tickle, Gumi? Huh? Does it?” Yuji cooed at him, leaning in and pressing their foreheads together as he carried on digging his thumbs in. “Is the sad whittle Gum-Gum finally starting to feel better-”

Given past experiences tickling his friends, you’d think Yuji would have learned by now how things usually end.

A press into a particular sensitive bundle of nerves. A lurch. Seconds later- Yuji was seeing stars, Megumi’s face colliding into his own. He flopped over and off the shadow teen with a low groan, rubbing at his face. “Oww..”

“Ugh, damn..” Megumi groaned as he did the same, eyes wet with new tears from the pain. “Sorry. How’s your head?”

“No complaints.” Yuji responded automatically. He froze, as did Megumi.

Then…

“Pfft- gehahahhahahahaha!” Megumi cackled, wincing some with one hand still on his forehead. “Gohoohohd, that was stuhuhuhpid!”

Yuji was laughing just as hard, his headache residing as he watched Megumi choke on his mirth. “It’s your fault for showing me that movie! Seriously though- are you okay? I know I have a thick skull.”

“Heh, yeah- I’ll live.” Megumi adjusted in bed, turning onto his side so he could face him. “Erm…sorry, about your head. And erm…thanks.”

“Oh?” Yuji asked, grinning at Megumi’s blush.

“Shut up. I’m trying to have feelings. Gross.” The brunette scrunched up his nose before looking at him again. “Seriously. Today was…I don’t know. I just woke up depressed and stayed that way. I didn’t know it at the time, but I really needed a friend. So…thanks.”

Yuji’s teasing grin faded into a look of genuine awe. He started to smile too, if not a little wobbly. “Heh…yeah, well that's what friends are for. If you’re sad, I want to fix it.” He reached out, lightly shoving Megumi’s shoulder. “Though I’m still kinda mad you think I smell!”

“You’re the one comparing yourself to a toilet.” Megumi reminded, leaning in and taking a small sniff. “Now that you say it though…I can smell it now.”

“Oh you son of a- Get over here!” Yuji threw himself onto a grinning Megumi, going for his hips once more. Just as he got it going, the door flew open.

“What the hell is going on-” Nobara yelled out, pausing seeing the antics before her. “Oh, it’s tickle Megumi time?”

“No! No, it’s nohohohot! Noba-RAHHH!” Megumi shrieked as she threw herself into the fray, joining in with a sinister giggle. Soon the room was filled with laughter once more- a mix of all three of them.

Just outside the door, Gojo watched on with a soft expression. Nodding, he turned and left, the sound of his students lightening his steps.

Thanks for reading!

[puff0o0]

Hiii

Is it okay if I request a Nikto writing? Anything fluffy you can think of, I'd love to see it :D

HIIII!! I HOPE THIS IS UP TO YOUR TASTE ☺️☺️🩷 here is some hcs

☆ Dating nikto was hard at first because he was distrustful. He was around you, yes, always keeping a hand on you and protecting you, but he wasn't there verbally. He didn't say anything for a while and the silence was kind of awkward

☆ But you didn't hold it against him. You knew things were hard for him given his past and everything and that showing affection was not something he was used to and you were patient

☆ And damn, was your patience worth it

☆ After a year he said 'I love you'. Or well, mumbled it but it was still improvement!! He looked you in the eyes as he said it, scanning your face for any signs of disgust or discomfort.

☆ The only thing he saw was your eyes lit up and a small smile as you said you loved him too

☆ Then a little while later he started initiating physical touch. He was fine with it before, but you were the one who had to come to him. He never went to you in fear of how you may react or how he may react to it. But now that he's ready? He's hugging you a lot

☆ Gentle touches as he is a gentle giant with you. It shocks everyone but you considering how he is on the battlefield

☆ A hardened soldier who stops at nothing to get what he wants, killing or harming anyone in his way and succeeding missions, never once failing. Enemies feared the sight of his mask, teammates feared the sight of his anger

☆ And yet here he was, hugging you close to his chest as if he let go or tightened his grip, you would shatter into pieces he couldn't put back together

[itsjustrosee]

hiiii idk really what to call you bc yeah anyways i have a request fir u but feel free to take ur time with it idm at all seeing as ur blog is relatively new and u probably have a bunch of asks and stuff because ur first two fics were absolute masterpieces like literally anyways im rambling im so sorry uh

(u can skip that part) So my request is basically where minho and fem!reader are really good friends and shes like a track-hoe and basically has a really flirty personality so she flirts with all her friends and minho always gets flustered uh or something like that and one time he sees her flirting with idk one of the gladers and he gets jealous thinking that shes dating (said glader) and then she confronts him about it and they kiss and live happily ever after :D

sorry this is super long and confusing dont rush to do it take ur time !!

Ok I'm honestly getting so impressed with these requests, they are so thought out and unique and I'm literally living for it. Btw my name is Rosalyn so feel free to call me that or sometimes I go by rose but address me however you'd like <3 Anyways thank you so much for the request and all of the praise, I appreciate it sm!!

Anyways, this was a super cute prompt idea I absolutely love it, so I hope you enjoy!

JEALOUS (Minho x fem!reader)

Context: pre Thomas, read above for summary ^

Warnings: spice

Word count: 4K

! I proof read but there might still be spelling mistakes !

When you arrived in the glade being a girl, it was quite a surprise for everyone.

Most of the boys tried to be pretty accepting, and after a while, you managed to get along really well with everyone. But if you're being honest, it was all due to your rather, flirty, personality.

That, however, you can't really be blamed for. I mean, you couldn't help it, it was just the way that you were!

It did, however, prove to be a slight problem during your first few months in the glade. You can't blame the rest of the boys for taking your subtle flirty gestures the wrong way, if you were them, you'd probably take the things that you said the wrong way too. So by no means was it their fault for thinking you liked them. But unfortunately, you never reciprocated their feelings, which only confused them more.

Anyways, the first person to understand this was Newt. He was always okay with your overly friendly personality and never actually got the wrong idea from you. That's probably why he became your first friend in the glade, and why when he said you should become a track hoe, you accepted his offer immediately. He, along with the rest of the track hoes' were rather chill and you enjoyed spending time with all of them.

You would consider yourself the closest with them out of all the other people in the glade, so you often hung out with them during the bonfires and dinner. However, you were relatively close with just about every boy in the glade, given your personality, but regardless, you naturally gravitated towards everyone.

It took a couple months for everyone to come to terms with your behavior and rather flirtatious personality, so after about five months, everything was going pretty smoothly. Under the given circumstances and all. Being trapped in a maze was by no means easy, but you were making the most of it. You had developed a good daily routine, and you can only imagine without the structure you and the other gladers had built for themselves, you all would've gone mad by now.

Part of your routine was waking up early. Alby had made Gally and the other builders build you a hut for obvious reasons, and Gally was happy to do it if it meant getting on your good side. You enjoyed the privacy from the rest of the boys but since you had a hut, you had a bed. A bed that was impossible for you to force yourself out of in the morning. After a couple weeks though, you got into the right mindset and started waking up right when the sun started peaking over the maze walls.

You woke up early so you could get a head start with some of the work in the garden. This meant you just spent a bit of extra time plucking out weeds and getting extra fertilizer from the deadheads. You did this to lightly the load that you and the rest of the track hoes' had to do, and you also did it because you just enjoyed being productive.

But one of the secret advantages of waking up early to tend to the garden was seeing the runners leave right when the maze doors opened. You took the brief amount of time they had before leaving to talk to them because they were all very busy people, and getting any opportunity to have a quick chat with them mattered to you. Especially because it meant you got to talk to Minho.

You never admitted it to anyone, but Minho was one of the only boys in the glade that you actually felt attracted to. You couldn't quite understand why, but you always felt drawn to him.

Maybe it was because he was held so high by all the gladers, even though none of them were ever able to talk to him because of how busy his schedule was. He was in the maze all day and when he finally returned from a long day of working to find a way out of the maze for himself and everyone else in the glade, he would be in the maze room. He was working, constantly. Which is why you felt special whenever you had the chance to talk to him. Even if it was just for a couple seconds.

Or maybe you liked him because he still got flustered whenever you talked to him. You would always try to be as respectful towards him as possible, but your flirtatiousness always found a way to shine through. And he seemed to be the only boy who hadn't gotten over how flirty you were, even though every other boy knew that that was just the way you were.

Needless to say, you had a pretty big crush on him, one that you tried your hardest to deny. But you really couldn't help it, which is why you chose to become friends with him. You decided to settle with that because you were sure he wasn't interested in being anything more. Even though Newt often tended to think otherwise.

But you still couldn't help but think that it was just so cute how whenever you talked to him he would fumble over his words, or get as red as the tomatoes you were tending to whenever you even touched him.

However, whenever Minho acted all flustered like this, he would curse at himself relentlessly, wondering why he was as awkward as he was whenever he was near you.

The truth is, he had been down horrendously for you the second Alby pulled you out of the box. At first, he chalked it up to you just being the only girl and well, he couldn't exactly remember the last time he had seen one of those. But as the weeks went on, his feelings for you only deepened. He never saw a point in telling you because every boy who confessed his 'love' to you got rejected. Part of that made him feel glad though because he knew that just about none of the boys in the glade were good enough for you, and he felt happy knowing you would never like any of them. But the downside to that was Minho thinking that he would never have a chance with you.

That never stopped him from wanting to talk to you though. He would purposely make sure to stop by the garden to talk to you before he headed into the maze. Whenever you weren't in the garden, he would check the deadheads to see if you were there. Once he found you, he would make some excuse by saying he was just taking a walk in the woods to clear his head before going into the maze.

He really didn't know why talking to you mattered to him so much, but it just did. And today was no different.

You were nealing down next to garden beds that Gally and some of the others had just built. It was a relatively new addition to the garden and you had just finished filling them with soil and fertilizer yesterday. So you were eager to begin planting some of the last remaining seeds that were sent up from the box into the beds.

You could always tell when a month would pass by when you ran out. The box always sent up a certain amount of seedlings and by the time you ran out, a month would pass and the box would come back up, providing you with another month's worth. So as you planted the last seed in the pouch, you knew that in a few hours, a new greenie would appear from the box, symbolizing the start/ end of yet another month in the glade.

You stood up, dusting off your knees as you congratulated yourself on your wonderful planting skills. But your eyes wandered away from the garden and onto Minho, who was now walking your way. Your heartbeat quickened as you saw him. He arrived slightly earlier than normal because you noticed that you hadn't seen any of the other runners with him, but you also knew it would only be a few minutes until they came to join him.

Minho mentally prepared himself while he walked up to you, telling himself that he was going to be normal today, and he wasn't going to start stuttering like an idiot.

At least that's what he tried telling himself as he approached you, clearing his throat, "Hey (Y/N)," Minho said while resting his hands on that runner's vest he always wore on top of his signature blue shirt which complimented each of the defined muscles on his chest.

"Hi, Minho." You said with a smile on your face that couldn't help but make Minho blush. "What brings you out so early? The maze doors don't open for another five minutes don't they?" You questioned. You had gotten pretty good at telling time around the glade, even without a watch like Minho.

"Oh yeah, I just thought that maybe I'd get over here a little earlier," Minho said with an awkward chuckle as he tried to smile back at you.

"Ah, I see," you said before continuing, "Is it cause you wanted to spend a little extra time talking to me?" You said with a giggle, trying to make a little light-hearted joke as you stared up at Minho with puppy dog eyes.

Minho however, did not take this as a joke. He began blushing, hard. "Oh no that's not why- wait no that's not what I meant. Like I love talking to you but that's not why-" Before Minho could continue to embarrass himself further, you cut him off.

"Minho I was just joking." You said with a laugh, trying your best to reassure him because clearly, he was mentally freaking out. You couldn't get over how cute he was when he was like this. You were always so used to seeing him act serious and stoic in every other situation, but whenever it came to you, he was a mess.

"Yeah- right. Of course." Minho said awkwardly, trying his hardest to laugh off the situation. He felt his cheeks heat up as you continued to look at him for a moment while taking off your gardening gloves. He couldn't help but take the time to admire you and the features on your face while you did so.

You had your hair tied into a loose braid that was slung over your shoulder and onto your chest. His eyes glanced up and down your body to see that you were wearing a pair of low-rise jean shorts paired with a V-neck shirt that clung to your curves and exposed your chest slightly.

You noticed his eyes drift to your chest and laughed silently to yourself but didn't say anything else to him. You normally didn't mind having the boys in the glade stare at you because, at this point, it was to be expected. But you couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach as Minho looked at you, and you couldn't help but feel happy that you decided to wear this shirt today.

"If it makes you feel any better, I love talking to you too Minho." You joked, even though you definitely meant it. Your voice broke the slightly awkward silence that had filled the air while you put your hand on his bicep. No matter how many times you've made this gesture toward Minho, it never fails to surprise you with how firm his muscles are. It also never failed to make Minho physically stiffen and make his mind go completely blank.

You absentmindedly began softly rubbing Minho's bicep with your thumb. You were genuinely curious about how he had gotten this strong. Was it all the running he did? Did they have weights in the glade that you just didn't know about? You weren't quite too sure what it was but you were loving it.

You snapped out of your thoughts though as you saw the other runners approaching the garden. You looked back up at Minho with a soft smile as you took your hand off of him, "Well I hope you have a good run today Minho." You said while trying to snap him out of whatever trance you'd unknowingly put him in.

"Thanks," Minho said. At least he didn't stutter while getting that out, but then again, he only said one word. But it was a new record nonetheless.

You greeted the other runners with a smile and a wave while Minho's feet stayed planted in front of you, unable to move.

"We'll meet you at the doors Minho." Ben said as he and the others jogged past you and him, snickering at the whole situation.

You stared at him again for another moment, expecting him to move but something in him couldn't. "You should probably catch up with them right?" You ask him, hoping that you didn't just cause the glades best runner to short-circuit just because you touched his bicep.

"Right, yeah- yeah you're right," Minho said while letting out a soft chuckle.

"Be careful alright? I'll talk to you later." You told Minho as you patted him on the back while he began to walk past you.

"Okay yeah. Talk to you later." Minho said, still very flustered about what had just happened. He was still trying to process it all because even though you had been touchy with him before, it was never like this. There was something very different about it this time. He thought about it for the rest of the day while he was running in the maze, and even when he came back and ate dinner.

While Minho was showering before heading to the bonfire, he couldn't help but wonder if you also felt it, if you also felt the same energy in the air that he felt. Or if he was just overthinking an exchange between the both of you that hadn't even lasted more than five minutes.

The truth was that he wasn't the only one whose mind kept racing back to that moment.

You couldn't stop thinking about it either and it was distracting you this entire day. You didn't know what was so different about it this time, but you could feel something shift between you and Minho during that simple exchange. You brushed it off as much as you could and decided to turn your focus on showing the new greenie around.

He seemed to have taken quite a liking to you and was practically following you around 24/7, which you didn't mind too much. He seemed like a sweet kid who was around your age, behaving toward you the same way every other boy had toward you in the glade at one point or another.

As the day continued, the bonfire began and you found a seat with a group of about ten people, the greenie being one of them. He chose the seat right next to you and after a couple drinks, he had his arm around you. In your eyes, it really wasn't that big a deal. You thought it was sweet that he was opening up so soon, and you had to admit he was pretty funny. You couldn't help but laugh at a lot of his jokes.

But Minho wasn't too big a fan of how the new guy clung to you. While everyone gathered at the bonfire he couldn't help but notice how the very obviously drunk boy, had his arm around your shoulder and it was driving him crazy. He had been hearing whispers from the other gladers about how you were going to start dating him and the mere thought of it made Minho's blood boil. Even though all the comments that had been made about you and the greenie were jokes because everyone knew you well enough to know you were just being friendly, Minho didn't know that.

You were in the middle of a conversation with the new guy and the rest of the group when you spotted Minho walking in your direction. At first, you got excited, you had been waiting to talk to Minho this whole day. But then you looked at him and noticed the stern, almost angry expression he had on his face. Your confusion only grew as he stopped right in front of you, his build towering over you as you stared back up at him.

"Hey, can we talk for a second?" Minho said through gritted teeth. The amount of anger in his voice was prominent, and you couldn't lie, it was kind of hot. Minho was not a hot-headed person, so seeing him be anything other than stoic or flustered was new for you.

"Uh sure, is everything alright?" You ask with genuine concern. You didn't know what could've gotten Minho this angry so you were relatively worried.

"Yeah, it's fine. Just- can you come with me?" Minho said quickly, and it was obvious to you that it, whatever 'it' even was, was not fine. You took Minho's hand anyway as he helped you up from your seat.

Everyone in the group was staring at you, just as confused as you were while you told them you'd be back soon. You shot the greenie a wave and you could've sworn you saw Minho roll his eyes and scoff as you did so.

Minho led you to the edge of the deadheads and stopped by a nearby tree. There was silence between the both of you and you were waiting for Minho to say something. When he didn't, you spoke instead, "So what is this all about?"

Minho crossed his arms as he began to reply, you couldn't help but notice fury in his eyes as he spoke, "I should be asking you that."

"What?" You questioned, slightly dumbfounded and slightly confused by Minho's harsh tone. He'd never spoken to you in such a way, so now you were really racking your brain trying to figure out what you could've done to piss him off so much.

"Oh don't pull that oblivious klunk with me (Y/N)." Minho sneered.

"I'm not acting oblivious, I don't know what you're talking about, seriously." You said while putting your hands up in surrender, and it was the truth, you really didn't know what he was talking about.

"I'm talking about you and the greenie. How you guys were all over each other. Are you dating him or something?" Minho spits out, venom and jealousy lacing his words.

You couldn't help but laugh as he said this but you quickly realized he was being serious. "Wait you're kidding, right? Me and the greenie? No Minho he's just a friend." You said in an attempt to reassure him.

"Well, it didn't look like you were just friends. Not by the way he had his arm around you." Minho blurted out.

"Are you getting jealous Minho?" You asked with a grin on your face. Minho stayed silent for a moment after you asked, so you spoke again, "Why would you care anyway? It's not like you like me like that or anything." Annoyance in your voice this time. Who was he to act so pissed off about it if he didn't even like you?

"Who said I didn't?" Minho questioned while staring dead at you.

Now it was your turn to be silent.

"You like me?" You said as you just stared at Minho for a moment longer, wondering if you had really heard him correctly. A sliver of hope surged through you as you thought of the possibility.

Minho quickly realized what he had just said and just stared at you. Did he really just say that? Why did he just say that? His words got stuck in his throat and he stayed quiet.

"Minho answer my question."

"Yes, okay? Yes, I like you. So what if I do? Are you going to reject me the same way you reject every other boy?" Minho asked with genuine curiosity.

Before you or he could say anything else, you kissed him.

You hadn't even realized how long you had been waiting to kiss Minho ever since you laid your eyes on him. But as your lips merged into his perfectly, it all just felt right.

Minho melted into your touch as you wrapped both of your arms around his neck and he pulled you in as he placed both of his arms around your waist. The kiss you both shared was gentle yet passionate as you fell deeper and deeper into his warm embrace.

You pulled away for a moment to look Minho in the eyes, "I like you too Minho." You said with a warm smile that almost made him pass out. Minho's heart melted as he heard those words come out of your mouth. They were what he'd dreamed you you eventually say to him, and he couldn't think of anything else to do at that moment than to kiss you again.

The kiss between the both of you deepened and only became more sloppy and desperate as if the both of you couldn't get enough of each other. You allowed his tongue to enter your mouth and taste every bit of you. You could tell that he must've had some muscle memory from his life before the maze because he definitely knew what he was doing as his tongue wrestled against yours.

Minho pushed you onto a nearby tree and moved one of his hands from your waist and to your ass. You moaned softly into his mouth as he did so and you pushed yourself into him further, which only caused Minho to harden against you.

"Oh, there you guys are. I assumed you guys got everything settled?" Newt asked as he interrupted you and Minho. You both pulled away for the second time, breathlessly, and stared at him for a moment.

"Oh yeah- everythings um, settled. I guess." Minho said while turning around to face Newt. Newt gave you a look and you just gave a thumbs up and an awkward smile back to him.

"Alright well, I just wanted to let you know (Y/N) that the greenie was wondering where you were," Newt said with a smirk while scratching the back of his head.

"Oh, well- just tell him I'm busy or something." You replied hastily. You had waited long enough to let Minho know how you felt and you wanted nothing more than to turn all of your attention back to him now. Minho looked at you and grinned, obviously very pleased with your response.

"Will do," Newt said as he began to walk away and back up to the bonfire to join everyone else. You blushed as you put your hands up to your face and buried your head into Minho's chest.

"God that was so embarrassing." You said, your words muffled in the fabric of Minho's t-shirt.

"Oh come on there's nothing to be embarrassed about. If anything it's good that that shuckin' greenie'll get the message." Minho cooed as he wrapped one arm around your back and used his other hand to stroke your hair. He planted a kiss on your forehead as you took your hands away from your face and wrapped them around Minho's waist. You looked up at him again with a goofy grin on your face, which only made Minho grin at you back, "What, what is it?" He chuckled.

"You never struck me as the jealous type." You stated while tilting your head slightly before continuing, "Not like there's anything wrong with that though."

Minho only smiled back at you and brought his lips to yours once more, holding you in his arms as if he found the one thing that he wanted to hold onto for the rest of his life.

alright yall here is yet another Minho fic

I hope you guys liked it and tysm @minhoshotharness for the request!! It was so fun to write and I hope that you liked what I did with the concept.

plzplzplzplz keep sending me these requests guys, I literally LOVE writing them

[justicespeared]

"Emma! Hey!" She flags down the other girl from across the training grounds, rushing over with her lance. "Hold on a second. I wanna talk to you."

Once Emma stops, Cynthia grins. "Sorry, I know you're training, but hear me out. I have a great idea." If Emma knows what's good for her, she'll run. But she's still there, so Cynthia keeps going.

"So I'm thinking of busting out a new move in battle, but you know what's scarier than one pegasus rider dashing onto the field?" Pause for effect, and... "Two! I already collected a whole heap of petals, so there's enough for our big entrance onto the field. Tada - Cynthia and Emma, ultimate tag team"

As she speaks, she gestures with her hand to the sky, wiping slowly as if text would form where her hand had been. It didn't.

"What do you say? Yes, or do we need something bigger? Like, I dunno, some explosives!" Cynthia does NOT need explosives. "I'm not certified to be a pegasus rider or whatever yet, but we can still practice for the future."

@shiningfalcon — from this call

flying high with a bad idea