#i really enjoyed writing them so i'm so glad you did too !! 🥺

[willowser]

c-can i ask for more god of war baku? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

my friend, every silly little thing i have ever opened my big mouth about on this blog was a fully fleshed out thought once — and you are more than welcome to ask about any of them ever !! 🥺 don't matter if i only spoke about it once two years ago, i probably had more than one idea/setting/situation for it, so ask away !!

THAT BEING SAID — my original idea for the midwinter/ficmas story was something for gow bakugou and witch reader, but i couldn't plot out much 😩 but i suppose i could finish writing about our little drake and some fairies on the tree 🥺 and he's all "what the hell are those ??" and we are all " !! watch your mouth !!!" LOL

in the meantime i will say: bakugou really hates that hasaru loves coming to your lil cottage PFFFTT bakugou tries to go out really really early in the morning, before he's awake, to try and get his hunting or tidying up done, but he always comes back to an empty bed !! and now he's just like 😑😑 and marches his fine ass aaalllll the way over there just to find you and his lil boy, sitting and fishing together by the river.

you've given him a new lure and some fresh bait and are teaching him some moves. much to his dismay, the once-king isn't exactly the best fisher, because he wasn't doing it so much before, so it drives him nuts that you're so good at it LOL

but he'll let his little drake sit with you for a moment longer, watching on 🥺 letting him have his little moment of fun before calling him to come on back home 🌱🌿🍓

[undiscovered-horizon]

Hi! I really enjoy your one piece writings, they have given me so much comfort when I don't feel okay 😭

Can I please get a Mihawk (I'm completely in love w this man aah) imagine where his wife is a sensitive person who gets sad when someone is rude to them but they feel insecure couse they think it's stupid

Thank youuuuuu ❤️🥺

First of all, I'm honoured that I can provide a source of comfort to you. I'm glad my work has made you feel better in your time of need.

Second of all: oh yessss bestie this hits the spot. It also reminds me of a wonderful scene in The Gentlemen (10/10, highly recommend) [it also hits close to home because I am a sensitive person]

The thing about strong people is that they make others want to be just as strong, which isn't always easy if even possible. You've always known you're a little 'softer' than most people but only after marrying Mihawk did you find the difference in temperament bothersome. Instead of considering your sensitivity a fact of nature, you've begun to find it a flaw, something that you should change about yourself.

You've never admitted it to yourself but the truth is plain and simple - you think it's embarrassing. That Mihawk will find your sensitivity embarrassing. Maybe if you had been up-front about it with your husband, you'd learn that he adores your soft heart. If he felt forthcoming enough, perhaps you'd even hear that you're the source of warmth and light in his life. Hence he calls you his 'sun'.

To say that Mihawk grew concerned when he heard your muffled sobs would be like not saying anything. A delicious euphemism at best. Anger and fear bubble inside his chest. There's a strange itch in his hands that eggs him to wreak havoc.

"Apple of my eye," his voice carries well through the rather empty room you're both staying at currently. "What is the meaning of this?"

Frantically wiping away your tears, you look over your shoulder to meet his gaze. Mihawk is leaning against the doorframe, blocking the entrance if you so wish to run away from this situation.

"Oh, it's nothing. Really, I'm alright. No need to worry," you half-heartedly attempt to reassure him.

The swordsman loudly exhales through his nose. He's your husband, worrying about you is his duty. In slow steps, Mihawk walks over to the edge of the bed where you're sitting. Pride and titles as if forgotten, he drops on one knee in front of you. One of his hands gently squeezes your knee.

Unsure what's the best way to go about these circumstances, you timidly meet his intense gaze. The passion in his yellow eyes makes you think of a maelstrom captured in a jar - something devastating held back by a miracle. He's already seething, just doesn't yet know who exactly to direct his violence at.

"Indulge me," he prompts you to confide in him. There's a rare sense of pleading in his tone.

So indulge him you do - you tell Mihawk all about the unpleasant encounter with a local tearaway. Your husband tries his best to control his expression as you recount the unambiguously offensive words, unwanted touches and threats of real violence coming from someone who was probably looking for a cowardly scapegoat to vent his anger. As you continue your story, tears just keep rolling down your cheeks, fear and humiliation finally finding their way out of your heart.

"I know I'm being stupid," you mumble as you clumsily wipe your face, "he was just rude and it's not like he actually hurt me but-"

Mihawk's touch makes you cut your sentence short. His hand, its skin rough and calloused, gently cups the side of your face. Your hot, salty tears disperse as his thumb slowly rubs them away. Something about the tenderness of his touch, of hands that have killed and maimed, is enough to make you feel like you're about to break in his arms. Even if you do, you know that when dawn breaks you will be whole again, put back together with the unending love Mihawk holds for you.

"You've always been too good, my sun," he tells you in a low voice. He could have said 'too soft' or 'too sensitive' but then his remark would come off as deceitful as it would suggest his dislike towards your nature. Nothing of that sort - Mihawk genuinely thinks you're a better person than most people walking this plane. And he'd rather succumb to torture than let anyone make you feel bad about that.

The man leans in and places his warm lips against your forehead. Without much effort, he lays you down on the bed and you let him. Even if you wanted to fight back, you're way too tired to do so.

He's sitting on the edge of the bed, caressing your face, neck, arms and back as he's waiting for you to fall asleep. The anticipation doesn't require much patience - Mihawk's tender touches lull you to peaceful slumber rather swiftly. When he's sure that you're asleep, he kisses your forehead again before cautiously leaving the bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Perhaps he can't turn back the time and make the offending man choke on his words but he can ensure that the tearway won't hurt you ever again. Someone resting in peace so you can rest peacefully is a good bargain.

Mihawk knows exactly who he's looking for. He made a note of a certain characteristic trait you had mentioned - an earring with a single, red-coloured feather. It doesn't seem like a piece of jewellery that would be common anywhere.

It doesn't take much to find the tearaway. He makes his presence well-known as he stumbles out of a tavern, his legs almost giving away with each step.

So he assaults random women minding their business and then gets blackout drunk. It's pathetic enough to consider his death merciful.

Staying true to his name, the swordsman stalks his prey before lunging. Appearing as another patron of the inn, Mihawk follows the stranger around the corner towards barns, stables and pigstys. Fitting place for the likes of him, Dracule thinks to himself.

The man with the curious earring staggers his way towards a drinking trough. He's fumbling with his pants, desperately trying to pull them down to relieve himself but his fingers are not dextrious enough.

Mihawk picks up the pitchfork leaning against the barn wall. In one, swift motion he gores the tool through the back of the man's knee. A guttural scream tears through the night as he falls to the ground.

The swordsman grabs a fistful of the tearaway's hair. He forces the kneeling man to look up into his seething, yellow eyes.

"Do I owe you money?" The man is slurring his words. He squints his eyes, trying to focus his hazy vision on Mihawk and, possibly, recognize his creditor. "It's money, isn't it? Shit, just give me two days, man. I'll give it back with interest."

"I don't care about money."

Instantaneously, panic appears in the tearaway's eyes. Did he just find himself in the same position he's put hundreds of people in to cure his own boredom and need for grandiosity?

"Then what it is?!" he shouts, fear settling in his viscera. Dracule's calmness put together with the sheer hatred emanating from him makes for a deeply unsettling impression.

"You hurt my wife," comes the answer. The fist clenching the man's hair tightens its hold further, threatening to tear off his scalp. "My wife," Mihawk growls.

But before the tearaway can ask for clarification, his head is forced into the drinking trough. Surprised and scared, oxygen is escaping him fast. Soon, his throat and chest begin to clench and throb painfully. Dark spots dance across his vision, foreboding blindness.

Then, Mihawk pulls his head just above the surface. The man desperately gasps for air.

"If you believe in a god," the swordsman begins in a low voice shaking with anger and adrenaline, "I suggest you start praying. Fast."

The tearaway's head is forced underwater again but this time, Mihawk keeps it there until the ruffian's body stops trembling and shaking. After that, Dracule waits for a while longer - just for good measure.

You're woken up by the creaking of doors as they slowly open. Blinking sleep away from your eyes, you look over your shoulder only to experience a sort of deja vu: Mihawk is standing in the doorway. Before you can ask about his strange behaviour, your husband makes his way to you in long, quick strides. He kneels on the floor beside the bed.

Mihawk takes your hand in his. He takes something out of his pocket and places it in your palm. You recognize the red feather earring immediately. And is that... a piece of skin still attached to it? Gently, your husband closes your fist and lifts your hand to place a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

"The rat has paid for its sins," he whispers to you. Judging by the intense look in his eyes, you don't want to know the details of this story.

[kindestofkings]

what came first, the chicken or the dickhead? [3/3]

[smau]

f1driver!reader x lando norris

authors note: book a dentist app guys this shit is sweet !

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yourusername 😭 🥺 guys I, I, I just won at my home race with my best friend alongside me. those two kids dreamed of days like these. lan you next 💓

to the tifosi for your unyielding support, to scuderiaferrari for helping me achieve things like this, and to charlie the best teammate a girl could ask for <3

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landonorris so proud of you luv but PLEASE let me win soon, we dont need another max situation

yourusername lando tries to be sentimental challenge: FAILED f1fan hahahaha mate please grow up and make a move !

danielricciardo incredible stuff mate! landonorris you were so cute, what happened?

landonorris ha ha ha 😑

​​taylorswift you are killing it girl !! I see you're stateside later this year maybe you could join us at the era's tour?

yourusername 😀😀😀 I need someone to confirm this is real, landooooooooo landonorris its real so please stop hyperventilating in you drivers room alex_albon do you forget you have millions of followers and a mega superstar yourself?? yourusername and what she's TAYLOR SWIFT. she writes works of art like folklore and i drive in circles. alex_albon AT A VERY INSANE SPEED learn your worth please ynfan1 you did so well with him lilymhe

maxfewtrell you know what they say couples who win together stay together !

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ynfan2 max you are not quick enough for me I saw that 👀👀

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taylorswiftupdates after a long time of online interactions the f1 ferrari driver yourusername was at tonights show!! it appears the driver was joined with fellow drivers lando norris,charles leclerc and daniel ricciardo.

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ynfan1 can you imagine your favourite singer of all time making that face at you 🥺

ynfan2 and she got one of tonights secret song dedicated to her aswell!!

ynfan3 no way really!! what was it ynfan2 it was randomly Crazier, the song taylor sang in the hannah montana film 😂

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landonorris hope you enjoyed your birthday cause you're never receiving another birthday present again. why WHY is your favourite taylor swift song so obscure??

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yourusername you are the best of the best of the best of the BEST

​​taylorswift you guys are the most adorable 🥺

charles_leclerc cause shes a country girl at heart come you know this 😂

yourusername ahem country girls shake it for me 🤠

ynlando4ever GUYS HE GOT TAYLOR TO SING HER FAVOURITE SONG THEY ARE IN LOVE!!!!

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eras tour READY

I lied nothing could've prepared me for this ....

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taylorswift so glad you could come and enjoy 💓💓 that boy of yours is such a cutie.. yourusername he's a keeper for sure! hate keeping it all so secretive but like someone amazing once sang romance is not dead if you keep it just yours 😂 ❤️

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yourusername I dont do tiktok but I love the its all too much for little lando norris cause he falls asleep during my taylor swift rants 😤

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landonorris EHHHHH DONT THINK YOU MEANT THAT LAST ONE RIGHT BABE?

ynfan1 BABE?? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMENTS yourusername oh fuck lan landonorris HA and you said it be me who would out us ynfan2 US? theres an us??

yncharlesshipper what happened to charlie??

ynlando4ever VICTORY

danielricciardo hahahahahah wait why does norizz look kinda ??

landonorris you can say it 😏😏

yourusername OKAY Y'ALL CAUGHT ME WE'RE NOT JUST FRIENDS! SHOOT ME LOOK AT HIM!!!

landonorris LOOK AT YOUUUUU ynfan1 k im obsessed with them even more now

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landonorris since she messed up I can FINALLY show off how I got the girl 2 years ago 😎

happy to announce i'm accepting apologises for all those norizz comments cause LOOK at who's my girl

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yourusername thats right baby your girl !!

maxfewtrell FINALLY

danielricciardo agreed, and you're never hearing anything from me norizz alex_albon still in shock carlossainz55 can relax now, yn is scary

charles_leclerc we got there eventually! looking forward to not being shipped with you now yourusername 😂😂

yourusername I don't know what you're talking about I'm a catch!

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yourusername car failures are a teams worse nightmare and unfortunately my hard truth for today's race in Singapore 💔 being ruled out during the formation lap is something I hope to never experience again, so sorry for disappointing everyone and the team!

ON ANOTHER NOTE its time for a hardlaunch cause LOOK WHO JUST GOT HIS FIRST WIN! congrats bro 😎 👍❤️‍🔥 💖

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scuderiaferrari could never disappointment, we win as a team and lose as a team!

yourusername you guys xx ynfan1 the teams support never fails to make me emosh, all you that deserve!!

f1fan still a slay in my eyes!

landonorris the use of bro here is conflicting to all the pride driven kisses i've been getting 🤔🤔

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f1fanupdates gasly is once again providing all the drama for the viewers! after another dnf the alphatauri driver made a jab at mclaren's first driver, lando norris...

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f1fan1 why have one feud with a driver when you can have 2!! right pierre?

ynfan2 man is just realising he can't blame yn anymore so he's picking on lando

ynfan3 do you think its all related? like continuous beef that all links back to her?

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landonorris the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake

japan its been real!

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pierregasly imagine being this cocky all while being overshadowed by your rookie teammate

landonorris imagine ruining your own career because a girl told you she didn't want to go out with you pierregasly if shes going out with the likes of you, think I dodged a bullet landonorris do you or do you not have a girlfriend rn? yourusername enough of this. pierre you are a broken record stfu and focus on your driving

ynfan1 OH MY GOD its all clicking, all this mess cause of a bruised ego...

ynfan2 men being men ugh

yourusername tay tay 🥺🥺 in your caption 🥺 love you

landonorris and the edit! i want all the brownie points baby 😏

danielricciardo MY EX-MAN BROUGHT HIS NEW GIRLFRIEND SHE'S LIKE

yourusername "OH MY GOD," BUT I'M JUST GONNA SHAKE IT charles_leclerc AND TO THE FELLA OVER THERE WITH THE HELLA GOOD HAIR maxverstappen1 WON'T YOU COME ON OVER, BABY? WE CAN SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE landonorris wow wdc winner with the taylor swift lyrics in my comments??

ynfan1 OH MY GOD its all clicking, all this mess cause of a bruised ego...

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my man my man my man 💓

landonorris where gasly wishes he could be 👀 landonorris love love love you

AHH I hope this was worth the wait guys!! the beef is so squashed in but I was consumed be the full by then lol

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[3/3]

taglist:

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weirdly couldnt tag everyone sorry !!

[megistusdiary]

Hellooo! I absolutely adore how you write Arle!! It's really hard to find Arle with fem reader so Thank you so much for feeding the Sapphics. You are a heaven sent to us! 😔🫶

If you still accept request, what if reader and Arle are going out on a date, maybe a walk in the park and suddenly there's this little boy interrupting them and offering reader a little flower and said that she's pretty and when he grows up he wants to marry her 🥺 and I feel like Arle's lowkey gonna tell the little boy that it's not gonna happen, I just think it's cute seeing Arle having a little beef with the child, Thank you so much! I hope you have a wonderful day!

Also if it's okay can I be "🦋" anon?

i'm glad you enjoy my interpretation of arle ♡ i'm just happy to make content you all enjoy

(i have been trying to post daily since it is pride month even though work is so eughhhh)

i hope this was okay 😓

(fluff utc. NO SMUT)

arlecchino always held your hand so gently while you walked beside her. as if you were a doll made of glass, her clawed nails never scratched you, nor did she ever allow her flames to burn your skin.

she kept you close to her, especially on your walks. everyone knew you were arlecchino's lover, there was no doubt.

though, much to her irritation, it seemed these obvious signals didn't register to children.

"hi, miss!"

her head tilted down, a cold gaze cast over to a young boy holding a flower out to you. her eyes flit to yours, lips downturned at your gentle expression.

you let go of her hand to kneel to his height, gently taking the flower from him and she frowns. from the corner of her eye she can see who she presumes is his mother, clearly trying to flag him back to her.

"you're really pretty, miss." he smiles at you, causing you to lightly pinch his cheek.

"you're very sweet." you praise him, observing the pretty pink flower carefully. "you have an eye for flowers! this is beautiful."

"you're very beautiful too!" he blurts, clearly excited and shy as you smile. "will you marry me one day?"

as much as she cares for her children, she does not like anybody getting in the way of her personal time with you. "that's not going to happen." she answers for you, watching you straighten up next to her. "she is to be my wife."

the boy's mother immediately scoops him up and away, apologizing to the harbinger who merely brushes it off finally. "it is...fine. children have such fascinating imaginations, don't they?"

the mother awkwardly smiles and scurries off, and arlecchino watches you admire the flower.

"he was just a little boy." you tut at her, grasping her hand. "he didn't mean any harm."

"he interrupted our walk."

"he doesn't know any better, and, besides: you have me all to yourself, you know?" you lean on her shoulder and she sighs.

"i am aware."

you bend the flower so it can fit behind her ear, tucking it into her hair perfectly. "absolutely gorgeous."

she sighs, still irritated, but with a racing heart from your abundant affections.

[lovingseventeen]

can you do svt crying in front of you for the first time? (established relationship) 🥺

svt crying in front of you for the first time ✧˖*°࿐

a/n: the occasional mild angst, some are less serious than others. also sorry this took a bit, sometmes it's so easy to write for all 13 of them but other times i feel like i'm stretching ideas thin.. so i wanted to try to make this as good as i could .. i hope you enjoyed!

seungcheol:

○ it was after an argument with the members

○ really, it was just something stupid that got blown out of proportion and everyone went home with a hot head. he didn’t say much when he got home to you and you could sense that something was off

○ you decided not to hover around him and just let him come to you and vent if he wanted to

○ up until he was on the couch and you saw him check his messages and angrily throw his phone. you flinched at the sound but you also softened when you saw him angrily wipe his eyes

○ “hey.. what’s wrong?” you asked softly, carefully placing a hand on his arm

○ he just sat down and you followed. soon after, he lays down to put his head in your lap, voice muffled by his hands covering his face. “just something stupid” he sighed

○ instinctively, you start running your fingers through his hair bc you know it soothes him. you don’t say much to him in these moments but you’re glad you can help him calm down when he’s so upset (10 mins later you realize he’s fallen asleep while you trace your fingers)

jeonghan:

○ it was after an argument between the two of you

○ words were thrown around and he was being far too nonchalant and somehow that made you even more irritated

○ " i don't even know about this anymore!" you spit out

○ you'd never looked at him like that either. it's like he unlocked this new level of disappointment and he wondered if he could come back from it

○ "is this it, then?" he said, voice still far too quiet for the emotions that were running rampant in the room

○ angry and hurt tears fell from his eyes but he wouldn't break eye contact with you

○ he didn't want this to end, and he really didn't want this image of you to be the lasting one in his mind if it did

○ you softened, looking away, "i don't want it to be"

○ a small wave of relief washed over him, he could still hold onto you. he walked over to you to gently hold your hand, one that was crossed over your chest

○ "i don't want it either." you let him pull you into him

○ "can we please restart this conversation? i'm sorry it got here" he whispers into your hair

○ you embrace him back "yeah, i'm sorry too"

joshua:

○ he's a bit of an empath

○ you were crying during a movie so in the end, so was he NYDSDHSJ

○ "darling.." he says softly, heart aching over the sight of tears running down your face

○ there wasn't much he could do but to let you cry it out and feel your emotions but he wasn't expecting himself to get so sad either

○ he just wraps an arm around you, running a soothing hand up and down your back

○ he tries to look back at the movie but every sniffle and hiccup from you makes him turn back to you

○ when you notice his eyes blotchy too, it almost makes you stop altogether

○ "you're crying too, josh?"

○ "can't really help it when you're crying, baby" he chuckles, as both of you dab each other's tear's away with your own sleeves

○ "we're being a little silly right now, huh?" you slightly laugh

○ he does his little signature eye crinkle with a little snort, "maybe we are"

jun:

○ it was when he sprained his ankle pretty badly dancing and he was told to take a rest for two weeks

○ inevitably, it felt like the world was turning without him and that he wouldn't be able to keep up when he returned

○ you caught him trying to watch over a dance practice and following along in your living room

○ all was alright up until he put too much weight on his injury and fell over, landing on his bum

○ "ah, shit" he cringed, getting up to drop himself on the couch

○ "aren't you supposed to be resting, hm?" you asked gently, sitting down next to him

○ he leaned forward, placing his head in his hands, "yeah" followed by a sniffle

○ "you know the rest will let you come back and dance even better, right?" you asked gently

○ " i know, but i just want to keep up"

○ "darling you'll be able to make it up easily, you're literally the best" you encouraged

○ "you're just saying that because i'm your boyfriend" he mumbled into his hands

○ "not just because of that" you assured, wrapping your arms around his middle, "but because you're just that amazing"

hoshi:

○ he didn’t want you to find out that he was an emotional drunk. but of course, this was also kind of inevitable

○ one of the boys had texted you asking if you could pick him up after they all had a bit to drink while filming

○ by the time you drove your car up to the hybe building entrance, hoshi was waiting with an arm slung around mingyu’s shoulders (mingyu had an arm around his waist). anyone passing by would think that they were dating

○ “thanks for coming by, y/n” mingyu says, half carrying hoshi into the passenger seat and buckling him in. “any time” you laughed

○ you drove for a little bit in silence as you assumed that hoshi fell asleep. but suddenly you heard your name called out in a small voice

○ “what is it bub?”

○ a deep inhale. “myungho said i wasn’t a tiger”

wonwoo:

○ he didn't cry often in general, so you never really saw it

○ both of you were surprised when it was when he first heard circles

○ "woozi sent this over to me and said it's what he's always wanted to say so i wonder what it is"

○ he places his phone down on the table as you both listen to it

○ you're watching him more than you're listening

○ wonwoo himself is caught off-guard when he finds himself trying to hold his face back from frowning

○ suddenly his breathing is a little heavier as he's trying to control this heavy lump in his throat

○ it's by the second chorus that the tears start falling and you only reach over to hold his hand

○ he can't stop the tears by now so all he can do is wipe them away with the end of his sweater

○ you both wait for the song to finish (you yourself had to hold back from watching your boyfriend cry) and just sit in silence a little after

○ "it was beautiful" you say

○ a chuckle. "yeah it really was"

woozi:

○ it happened rarely, but rarely doesn’t mean never 

○ he couldn’t come up with new ideas for his music 

○ you visited him at his studio, but little did you know it was his nth hour of replaying the same clips over and over to jog his brain 

○ “i brought you something~~” you announced as you closed the door behind you 

○ he was hunched over his laptop, barely acknowledging your presence 

○ you knew this was unusual, so you made your way towards him, setting the food you brought down on a table 

○ when you sat next to him, he turned his face away but you didn’t miss the deep and slightly broken inhale he took 

○ immediately you’re filled with worry. “what’s wrong?” you ask, reaching to give his knee a squeeze 

○ “i’m gonna ruin our next album i can’t come up with anything” 

○ “hey,” you said softly, “hey, you know that’s not true” 

○ he finally turned to you with a stray tear falling down. he didn’t say anything out of fear of just crying more 

○ “how about this,” you offer, “have you taken a break?” he shakes his head. 

○ “have you maybe asked some of the other guys for help?” yet another head shake. 

○ “have you left this room in the last 48 hours- not including the bathroom!” you clarified, this finally made him laugh. 

dokyeom:

○ it was during a movie (bless his heart) 

○ it wasn’t even a particularly sad one, it was actually quite the opposite 

○ something about a child reuniting with their parents after being lost for so long and it touched your heart too

○ though it surprised you to look at your boyfriend hurriedly wiping tears away from his eyes 

○ maybe you fell in love with him a little more, “you okay?” you asked, pressing a kiss to his cheek

○ he sniffled but smiled nonetheless, “yeah, ‘m just happy they found each other again” 

mingyu:

○ it was after a particularly grueling day of practice

○ his body couldn't seem to keep up with the complicated choreography and he was missing half of his marks

○ the other members were making jokes at his expense with no malice whatsoever, but little did they know they were hitting a little deeper that day

○ during one of their breaks he checked his phone

○ i'm in the area getting lunch, do you want me to drop off something? you texted

○ yes please, he replied, texting a simple order

○ when you arrived at the hybe building, he met you in one of the quieter spaces meant for employee lounging so he could talk to you for a few minutes, you did come all the way

○ "hi baby" he greeted, so so glad to see you

○ "hi gyu," you smiled, but something in your gut told you something was off, "you okay?"

○ for a moment you saw his smile falter, but he quickly tried to mask it again. "yeah i'm fine, the new dance is just kinda hard"

○ you didn't want to press too much further so you just reached up to cup his cheek, "i trust that you'll get it gyu, i really do"

○ he sees how genuinely you believe your words through your eyes and this is enough to make him smile but not enough to let him fully hold back a tear

○ you wipe it away and he leans into your touch

minghao:

○ you were partaking in a little tea ceremony with him

○ maybe there was something in the air that day, the weather was beautiful, warm, but not enough to make you sweat, a simple breeze passing through

○ he snuck a peak at you sitting across from him while you were meditating

○ he was hit with a sudden sense of fulfillment

○ there you were, putting your utmost focus into something he cared about and he just felt so happy

○ your face looked so relaxed as the gentle sunshine made your skin look like it was glowing

○ since the two of you think alike, you snuck a peek at him too and caught him wiping a tear away

○ "are you okay, hao?"

○ "just happy" he smiled

seungkwan:

○ it was after one of their tours and seungkwan had been away for 3 months

○ you had started dating a month before the tour even started so he was concerned that he was leaving you too soon

○ would you still like him when he came back? what if your met someone who you could be with more often?

○ so on his day back, his stomach was flipping in excitement and in anxiety. he missed you so much, but what if you realized you didn’t miss him?

○ while he unlocks your apartment, he takes a deep breath, preparing himself to accept whatever comes

○ when he opens the door he sees you (with a biggest smile on your face) with a small cake in your hands that says “welcome home my boo!”

○ there’s also some balloons decorating your living room and he just can’t believe you did all of this

○ “y/n” is all he can say, unsure of what he could to convey how much his heart was swelling

○ “welcome home, baby” you smiled, placing the cake down to make your way to him

○ his arms opened up to you like second nature, quick to wrap around your middle to pull you close to him

vernon:

○ dang it's really hard to come up with a scenario where vernon might cry

○ either it has to be a genuinely tragic moment or something kind of random (like him)

○ maybe he was trying to cook or something and rubbed a pepper in his eye because he forgot he held it with his bare hands

○ "babe i need help" you hear from the kitchen

○ there you see your precious boyfriend with his eyes squinted and a little red, not knowing what to do with his hands

○ "what happened?"

○ "rubbed the pepper into my eye.."

○ "ah" you nod, quickly wetting a paper towel to dab at his eyes that are watering

○ pls his hands are still out as he tries not to touch anything else so he looks a little silly

○ "you're trying not to laugh aren't you" he mutters, barely able to open his eyes

○ "no" you deadpan

○ "you can't be mean like this, y/n" he pouts and frowns. if you didn't have the context of the pepper you'd really think you hurt his feelings

○ (lowkey curse him for looking kinda good even if he's crying)

○ "uh huh, poor you" you scoff, making sure to wipe his hands too

dino:

○ cried because drunk you wouldn't get into the damn car (funny how karma hit him after doing the same exact thing to jeonghang)

○ "but i wanna party some more!" you whined, barely able to stand up by yourself

○ he's struggling to carry you as you randomly drop your weight

○ he doesn't know if the tears coming from his eyes are from laughing at your state or genuine frustration that this is so hard

○ the two of you end up plopping on the pavement next to your car as your legs have magically decided to stop working

○ "baby please, my love, my darling, the love of my life, get into the car" he practically begs

○ "but i barely got to drink!"

○ "but you've drank too much!" he half-argues, he finds himself almost losing it because why is he arguing with a drunk person?

○ "honey, please" he even goes to the extent of clasping his hands together, "let's go home"

○ suddenly drunk you decides to bargain

○ "will you buy me ice cream"

○ "baby i would buy a store's entire stock just for you to get into the car"

○ your drunken self softened at this, "you would?" by this, you're also tearing up

○ "okay chan, i'll get in the car"

○ he's thanking the heavens as he helps you up and eventually fastens your seatbelt.

○ but you do make up for things when you mumble what sounds like an 'i love you' before you proceed to pass out in the passenger seat

○ (he still stops by a convenience store to buy you ice cream even as you snooze)

[httpsdana]

omg please write prompt 49 with florian wirtz. there is not enough fics of him🥺😩

Birthday Cake~Florian Wirtz

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49-"How is my gorgeous girlfriend doing ?" "What did you do?"

It was y/n's birthday. And Florian being her very caring and loving boyfriend, he wanted to make her feel special on this special day.

She was sleeping at his house, and in the morning, Florian woke up before her. He pressed a light kiss on her forehead and silently got up from their bed.

After using the bathroom and brushing his teeth he went to the kitchen. He started off by making a pancake batter which was probably the best thing he can do. He wasn't the best chef, but he would always try for the sake of y/n, since she wasn't the best chef either.

He tried shaping the pancakes as hearts, didn't end up looking really good but the shape was there. After that he cut her some fruits, a banana and some strawberries. He added some syrup before he went to do her iced coffee.

When he finished everything, he placed the plate and coffee on a tray. He did himself some coffee and walked to his room.

y/n was still asleep, her arms wrapped around Florian's pillow. Florian smiled and the cute sight

He placed his mug and the tray on the nightstand, leaning closer to y/n. He pecked her forehead lightly, before moving to her cheeks and kissing them a few times too.

y/n started shifting in her sleep, still asleep. Florian smiled and pecked her lips too. Finally, she opened her eyes with a small smile.

She was met with her sweet boyfriend's contagious smile, his messy hair making his morning face just more perfect

"good morning honey" y/n mumbled, her eyes still half open.

"good morning my sweet girl. happy birthday beautiful" he mumbled back, brushing her hair away from her face. She smiled at him, kissing the hand that was caressing her face.

"I made you some breakfast" he said, handing her the tray. She looked at him in an 'awe', kissing his cheek.

"thank you. that's so thoughtful of you" she pouted, her eyes slightly tearing up.

"don't cry baby. enjoy your food" he said, kissing her forehead before she started munching on her pancakes.

"you know... I've always dreamt about breakfast in bed" she said, her mouth full of her boyfriend's pancakes.

He laughed at her words, kissing her shoulder softly.

"I'm glad I was the first one to do that for you" he smiled.

"oh shit. the girls are supposed to be picking me up in a few" she said glancing at her phone.

Florian nodded, sipping on his coffee. He knew she was gonna go out which made it perfect for him. He was gonna try something new.

"enjoy sweetheart. if you need me just text" Florian kissed her before she left through the door.

He rushed to the kitchen, grabbing his phone and opening YouTube.

"how to make cake for my girlfriend's birthday"

The first video popped up was the video he opened.

He first got all the ingredients needed, and placed them on the counter in from of him.

He started by breaking the eggs, which ended up with a broken egg on the floor and some on his hands. He washed his hands quickly and cleaned the floor, before going back to work.

Time Skip

The cake was in the oven, but at what cost? Florian had flour in his hair and on his clothes, he dropped some oil on his shirt and now they won't go off. That's beside the floor and the counter that were messy.

He sighed, checking the time. y/n was supposed to be home in an hour or so. He runned to his bathroom, taking a shower to clean up.

After the shower, he went through his phone on his bed, before he started smelling something... burning?

His eyes widened at the realization, rushing to the kitchen and opening the oven.

It wasn't that bad but also, he had to cover it up. He groaned, his plan for the cake ruined by the burning of it.

He started first by cutting the burnt parts, throwing them away. He learned a fast way of making whipped cream. Which he did and tried covering up the cake.

But now it was all white and boring. He opened the fridge, trying to find something to design the cake. He found some strawberries which he cut and put around the cake. Then he found some M&Ms which he put in the middle. The cake was decent at end, but as soon as he finished the door of his apartment opened.

He rushed to the door, seeing y/n already taking off her shoes.

"how's my gorgeous girlfriend doing?" he chuckled nervously, making y/n look at him suspiciously

"what did you do?" she said, crossing her arms over her chest with a smile.

"why would you assume I did something?" he laughed anxiously, his eyes avoiding hers.

"well first your avoiding eye contact and second the house smells as if it was on fire" she said in a as a matter-of-fact tone.

Florian slammed his hand against his forehead, making y/n laugh.

"okay i tried something..." he mumbled. He walked her to the kitchen, leading her to where he placed the cake.

Her jaw dropped to the ground as she stared at the badly decorated but adorable cake her boyfriend made for her. Tears filled up her eyes quickly as she turned to Florian

"why are you crying? is it that bad?" he said quickly, making her slap his shoulder

"no stupid. I love this so much" she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

He let out a sigh of relief hugging her with same force back.

"this means so much to me you have no idea. thank you so much Florian." she mumbled into his neck. He kissed her head before she removed it from his neck.

"does it taste good tho?" y/n joked, getting a fork from the drawer. Florian gave her a nervous look, shrugging his shoulders.

She took a bite from the cake, her eyes widening, as she swallowed the piece slowly.

"it's...good" she said hesitantly, making Florian's face drop

"oh god is it that bad?" he chuckled.

"maybe a little bit" she said

He laughed, grabbing her waist and pulling her to his arms. He kissed her lips softly and tenderly.

"happy birthday baby. I'll phone the patisserie next to your house to make you another cake." he mumbled against her lips, making her laugh

[solomons-poison]

Taaarren ♥3♥ How bout Nanami + reading a book together? 🥺

Hi hi Venus!! 💜💜💜 sure I'd love to write that 🥰

♝: Reading a book together

Pairing: Nanami Kento x GN!reader

Nanami was well aware of the effect of his voice on others. His colleague, Gojo, claimed his voice was boring and stiff, too "corporate businessman" for his tastes. His students claimed he was too strict sounding, intimidating and a little cold, although they knew better just how caring he truly was of them.

However, and more importantly, to you, his voice was a source of comfort, strength, and oftentimes wisdom. It was an accident the first time you admitted this out loud to him, but ever since, you made sure to reassure him that you really did enjoy listening to him talk. Hearing his familiar cadence always helped to calm you down, make you feel whole and stable, having helped you before in moments of panic and worry.

Tonight, it was simply difficulty sleeping. It wasn't anything unusual, occurring typically when things have been busy and your mind has been working nonstop to solve problem after problem. You and your students had dealt with a particularly nasty curse in a factory that day, the product of unhappy workers in poor conditions for too long, and although the fight had ended on a positive note, your brain didn't seem to get the memo.

Nanami had already fallen asleep beside you, so you'd done your best not to toss and turn. But sleep simply wouldn't come. Eventually you slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and made your way towards your kitchen, hoping a warm drink would make you sleepy.

As you stood at the stove warming some milk and honey, you heard shuffling footsteps come down the hallway from behind. A pair of warm arms wound around your waist, and you felt a soft kiss get pressed to your shoulder.

"Having trouble sleeping?" Nanami asked, voice husky from just waking up.

You leaned back against him, enjoying his warmth.

"Yeah, just the usual," you replied, turning to reassure him with a smile. "I'm going to drink some milk and see if that helps. You can go back to bed."

Nanami looked down at the saucepan then back at you.

"Does drinking milk normally help?"

"Not really, but it's all we have, so I thought I'd give it a try," you said, shrugging.

Nanami seemed to think for a moment, letting you go so you could poor the milk into a mug, before speaking up.

"I have an idea."

Ten minutes later, you were both snuggled up on the couch together, nestled under a blanket as you sipped at your mug. Nanami held up a book to you, showing you the cover to see it was a collection of poems. You gave him a confused look, unsure what it meant.

"Sometimes reading makes people tired, so I thought I'd read you some poems," he explained, opening the book to a page already marked with a flag. The creases in the cover and bind told you this was a well-read book and you couldn't help but wonder just how often he read these poems.

"I'm not a little kid, Kento," you said, pouting.

He only smiled at that. "I didn't say you were. But you said you like my voice because it's calming for you, right?"

Although you'd told him so before, you couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed still, simply nodding in response.

"Then let's give it a try. At worse, it doesn't do anything and we'll have just spent our time reading some nice poetry. Okay?"

"... Alright."

"This one is called 'On the Lake'," he said, clearing his throat before continuing. "'When the crisp moon ventures out, // we'll climb into the little boat. // The waves will lap in gentle sets, // with breezes also joining us.'" ...

...

After a little, Nanami happened to glance over at you, wanting to gauge your interest in the poems. However, he was met by your peaceful sleeping face, mouth slightly open as your breaths were even and shallow. He couldn't help but smile, glad you see you at ease now. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, before putting aside his book and settling in beneath the blanket with you, slipping into sweet dreams at your side.

[yoonia]

🖋️ I just finished Blooming Wallflowers and felt so sad that it ended so soon! Can we have a snippet of what happens after? are they going to continue seeing each other? will OC's daughter get to be closer to Mista Joonie? 🥺🥺 I want to see them hang out again in a less stressful time (because poor OC always stressing!). it would be cute to have Joon helping her out with the girls again. he can finally have a taste of OC's homecooked meal and she gets to make him dinner for once. that'll be sweet. I just love the concept of home date night 🥺

💌 for my love letter, I just want to say happy belated birthday 🥳 I've been following you for a long time. even if I'm no longer around much on Tumblr, I still come back from time to time and wonder what you'll be sharing this time. It's always exciting to find out that you post something new. your stories always feel so comforting, even when they are the most heart-wrenching angst ever! Your blog and your presence have always felt so positive too. just like how you are creating this lovely event 🥺 I think that's the reason why I still stick around no matter how much negativity has grown on Tumblr, because I know there's at least one writer here who still spreads positivity and exudes a comforting aura just by being here (and that's you!)

I love how you touch on real life issues and how you present them in your stories. even in the short ones, we get to feel the character growing through your fic and it feels really fulfilling to experience it 💜

For Blooming Wallflowers, I loved how you wrote the characters. even the daughters. often fanfics aren't so accurate when it comes to writing children (how they speak, behave, etc) yet you always make these characters feel so real, and I love that 💜🥺

Thank you for sharing your talent with us. I hope you have a wonderful birthday 🎂

Thank you so much for reading Blooming Wallflowers! I'm glad you enjoyed the story and are loving the characters. Your idea made me think of cute moments between Joon, OC, and the girls, but as always, my mind think otherwise the moment I began writing the ficlet haha. Anyway, enjoy your moodboard and this "little" snippet, love!

— title: Dinner with Mista Joonie | pairings: Namjoon x female reader| genre: firefighter!Namjoon, single mom!reader, mature, friends with benefits!au | word count: 1,150 words — summary | Namjoon comes to join you and the girls for dinner.  — ratings & warnings | +18 / M for mature; allusion of a one-night stand, memories of hooking up, sexual tension, implied smut scene: public sex, kitchen sex, morning after sex, food play, implied oral sex. 

— original: Blooming Wallflowers by @yoonia — fic drop date: Oct 28th, 2024 — song companion: sleepless

“You should’ve let me help.” 

His deep voice draws a smile to your face, yet you make no move to turn around. Not even when you can feel him approaching you from behind. 

“You’re doing enough to help already,” you answer him as you rinse the last of the dinner plates under the running water. A large hand takes the plates out of your hand right as you are about to slip them into the dishwasher, taking over your work. 

“I don’t see how I’m helping,” Namjoon says as he continues setting the dishwasher to do its work so you can get to rest. 

You wipe your hands dry using the kitchen towel before handing it to him. “For one, you took my distractions away from me,” you answer with a whisper, nodding towards the living room where your girls are busy flipping between their assortments of storybooks. “What did you tell them so you could escape?” 

Namjoon grins. “Hana asked me to read them a story before leaving. I told them to pick a book each that I could read for them.” 

Shaking your head, you let out a soft chuckle. “You shouldn’t fall for their puppy eyes. You were only invited to join dinner, not to babysit the girls.” 

“It’s well deserved. They’ve been so proud about helping their Mom prepare the delightful dinner tonight,” Namjoon says, shrugging. He moves to rest his hips against the kitchen counter and crosses his arms over his chest, drawing your eyes towards his toned muscles, his t-shirt straining over them, and a flutter rising in your chest. “Thank you for inviting me, by the way.” 

The damn flutter goes wild when he says this with a smile. A dimple appears. Your skin grows warm. “It was a pleasure. I’m just honouring a promise I made to you.” 

It truly was. Ever since the night at the supermarket, you have wanted to cook for him. Imagining him eating TV dinner after working to save people’s lives—or pets, maybe?—makes you feel bad.

But seeing him tonight at dinner was a whole other matter.

You had expected it to be awkward. A single man sitting with a single mother and her two kids shouldn’t have seemed so normal. And yet, he blended in so nicely at the table. He even didn’t blink an eye every time any of the girls left vying for his attention. From bragging about their roles in helping you set up dinner, to showing off their artwork from today’s class. Even Suzy came out of her shell and chatted with Namjoon, asking him about his job and if firefighters really do get called to take kittens down from trees. 

“Well, I’m honouring the meal I received tonight. Step one is pleasing the princesses over there with good storytelling.” 

Shaking your head, you turn back to the kitchen sink to wipe down the mess. “I swear you’re too good at this.” 

Namjoon comes to you with a deep chuckle, surprising you when he wraps his arms around you from behind. 

“What are you doing?” you hiss at him while looking over his shoulder, afraid that your girls would catch their special guest hugging their mother. 

“They’re still busy, don’t worry,” he whispers to your ear, deep voice vibrating from his throat, and those harmless flutters travel down south, settling right between your legs. 

“Since you said that I’ve done good—” he whispers, his lips brushing at your skin. “Does that mean you’ll finally agree to go on a date with me? I told you, I’m okay if we’re out on a weekday. I’m not always on night shift, and might be working on the weekend anyway.” 

You swallow down your words and the tightness in your chest. You promised yourself that the night you spent with him on your bed would be the only time. With so many things going on in your life, this would be the wrong time for you to start anything. Not even with the first hot guy who managed to catch your eye. 

But Namjoon has been insistent. Exchanging numbers had given him the chance to text and call regularly, from catching up with your day, to flirting, and often ends with him asking for a date, or a quick hook-up, a quick repeat of your first night. Yet you have been resilient so far in refusing him.

Some part of you have been expecting that he would eventually give up and move on. Another part of you has always known that you will regret everything if you ever let it happen. While the rest keeps reminding you that he doesn’t deserve to be pulled into your mess, even if you really, really like him. 

Feigning your disinterest seems to be futile. But then again, immediately continuing your hookup the next morning after you first brought him to your bed during the morning after breakfast might have sent a different message. Because having him finally have a taste of you on the kitchen counter that morning, with him lathering maple syrup on your bare breasts to lick off of your skin instead of pouring them on his pancake, was not the right way to show each other that there was no passion between you once the alcohol wore off. 

But, maybe, just maybe, you have always known what that would do to a man who is so persistent in his chase like Namjoon does. 

“Will this Wednesday be good?” you find yourself asking once the fight leaves your body. “I’ll be off work early and it’s my Mom’s day to bring the girls to her shop.” 

It’s too easy to give in, after all. And you are surprised to find how quickly the weight is lifted from your shoulders once you stop denying your feelings. 

You can feel his smile on your skin as he presses a kiss on the side of your neck. A promise. It draws a shudder through your body when you are reminded of what those lips on your skin did to you last time. “That’s my day off. So it’s perfect.” 

You open your mouth, ready to turn to face him, when Hana’s voice calls out, 

“Mista Joonie!” she yells from the living room, and both of you are quick to separate, right as your little girl comes barrelling into the kitchen with her books. “I found my book!” 

Chuckling softly, Namjoon steals a quick peck on your cheek before stepping away. “Duty calls,” he says with a wink, and off he goes to follow Hana back to the living room. 

You watch their receding back as they leave you in the kitchen, smiling to yourself as you watch Namjoon listening with rapt attention as your youngest blabber on about her favourite book and how her sister had chosen something just as good for them to read together.  

Thank you for your sweet words. your message really means the world to me. And thank you for following me and staying with me for so long. I wouldn't still be here if not for readers like yourself who has been here with me.

Here's my little gift for you 💜

𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖊: dia’s birthday bash 2024 ⇝ closed!

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Choices Fandom Shout Out

Sorry 🥺 I wish I was more active on tumblr and not busy with stressful real life. I miss talking with you. Or even interacting. I haven't forgotten you...

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[munsonhoneybaby]

my love!!! That final part 🥹 you are a STAR! so good. the way you write dialogue, your Eddie especially... he's so so so lovely to read. somehow you keep his edge but all the while he's the nicest fucking guy to ever walk the earth!!!

if one day you're feeling a blurb about them or something, I'd love to read the first meeting with Wayne - I think it could be so funny and sweet. and honestly I just need an endless stream of that version of Eddie and his sweet nothings and his fondness 🥺 obsessed with everything u do WOW

you’re so sweet !! i'm so happy you enjoyed, thank you so much for reading and sending in this ask !!

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“Are you sure about this? I feel terrible taking up his day off with this, he should be enjoying his free time.” Frowning nervously, you picked at a string on your jeans. Though you’d been to their trailer three more times since the first, you’d yet to run into his uncle Wayne. It wasn’t necessarily intentional, but you didn’t particularly want to meet him the morning after sleeping at his home unannounced. So, after making a few passive comments to Eddie about wanting to meet him, you were pleased when Eddie told you Wayne wanted to have lunch with both of you. But now, the nerves were starting to settle in.

“He will enjoy this. He’s been dyin’ to meet you, baby, believe me. I already told you, he’s gonna love you.” Taking your hand over the console, he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “Besides, we’re just goin’ to lunch at the diner. It’s not a big deal.” Pulling into the open spot next to Wayne’s truck, he put the van in park and looked over at you. “Ready?”

You blew out a breath, “Yeah, I think so.”

As he always did, Eddie got out first and opened your door for you. When you went inside, he instantly spotted Wayne, standing from the booth to greet the two of you. “Hey, Wayne.”

“Hey, kid,” He replied, pulling him into a solid hug. With a subtle yet warm smile, Wayne said your name. You held out a hand to shake but instead were given a fatherly embrace much more careful than the one he’d given his nephew. “I’m glad I could finally meet the young lady makin’ this troublemaker so happy.”

“It’s great to meet you, too. I hope you didn’t have to cancel any big plans to make time for me today,” You jested politely.

He gave a quiet laugh in response and said, “Of course not. Sleepin’ on the couch in the living room ain’t more important than this.” The waitress came to take orders, service coming quick due to the few customers in the diner. “I hear you listen to the same kind’a music as Eddie,” Wayne chimed amiably. “You like his music, too?”

“Of course,” You smile, “I think he’s incredibly talented. I love seeing him perform.” The rockstar in question was embarrassedly hiding his flushed face in his hands.

“I’d come to his shows if I could, but I’m always at work,” Wayne expressed regretfully. “I hear him in his room all the time, but I’ve only seen ‘im on stage once or twice since that middle school talent show. I’m glad he’s got someone he cares about there to support him all the time now.”

The food came, saving Eddie from any further spotlight, and you did your best to continue making conversation between bites. “So, did Eddie get any of his music taste from you?”

“Oh, he’d never admit it, but he tolerates some old country music thanks to me. All that metal and rock stuff is good ‘n I like that he likes it, but it’s not really my speed.”

“I’ve gotta say, it’s a little hard picturing Eds listening to country music,” You chuckle.

“Just when I’m with him,” Eddie specified.

“I’m keeping him open-minded.” The waitress placed a single check on the table and Wayne was quick to open his wallet.

“No, please– let me,” You tried to stop him.

“I would never let a lady pay for a meal. This is my treat, darlin’.” It was becoming clearer and clearer how much of an influence your boyfriend’s uncle had had on his upbringing. Handing the cash and the bill to Eddie, he nodded toward the register. “Go take care’a this.” Eddie looked over at you, but you just smiled reassuringly, so he headed for the counter. Before you could start into another line of polite conversation, Wayne spoke. His voice was gruff, quiet. There was sentiment in his tone, though he tried to hide it. “I really am glad you and Eddie found each other. I’m sure you know by now that not many people in this town give ‘im a chance. I would never wanna embarrass the boy, but he hasn’t exactly introduced me to many girls in his life. I’m glad he’s found one that’s a little more like him– that understands him.”

After glancing back at Eddie, handing over the money for your meal with a kind smile, you gave Wayne a fond look. “He cares a lot about you too, you know. It means the world to him that you took over when his Dad went to jail. And I don’t know if it means anything coming from me, but I think you did an amazing job with him.”

You could’ve sworn you saw a tear well in his eye, but he looked away briefly before you could see for sure. It didn’t seem like people acknowledged his parenting effort often.“You’re a sweet young woman. You’re real good for him.”

“I appreciate that,” You responded honestly.

You both started to box up the leftover food and– just before Eddie came back to the table– Wayne added, “I’ll have to show you the few baby pictures I’ve still got around of ‘im,” making you chuckle.

Eyes narrowing slightly as he gave Wayne his change, Eddie asked, “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing,” You answered playfully as you stood from the booth. His uncle did the same after leaving a generous tip for the kind pregnant woman who’d waited on you. The three of you headed for the parking lot, stopping briefly to say your goodbyes before you split up. “You’ll have to let me cook for you sometime,” You insisted. 

With another one of those barely-there smiles, Wayne clasped a hand over Eddie’s shoulder paternally. “You’ve got a good one here, boy, you’d better take good care’a her.”

Before he could respond, you assured him, “He does, Mr. Munson.”

“Oh, please, never call me that. It’s Wayne. It was nice meeting you. Don’t be a stranger, alright?”

“Of course, I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.”

Once you were back in the van with Eddie, he put the key in the ignition before pausing and looking over at you. “So, what did you two talk about while I was gone?”

“None of your business, nosy.”

Dramatically starting the van, he backed out of the parking spot as he replied, “Y’know what? Fine. Now I’m not gonna tell you about Jeff’s date with that chick from his calc class.”

“Hey, wait, c’mon–”

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MIMIIII I’m alive and I had to say CONGRATULATIONS on 700 followers!! So deserved and I’m so happy I get to be apart of that journey. As for my quote (which is from a book):

“So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.”

(can you do it with either Hunter Star Wars bad batch ofc and MY FAV GIRL KAMBE or just fem reader?? 🥺🥺)

@avathebestx awwww I'm so glad to receive a request from you. I am sorry for the delay, RL got in the way unfortunately. But I hope you enjoy this very fluff filled, romantic fic. Such a great line.

Also thank you for requesting Kambe, it felt lovely writing about The Reunion crew again. The story will be coming back.

Love oo,

Peace

Warnings: brief mention of Tech's death, brief mention of Tech's 'surveillance', I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.

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Kambe couldn’t help laugh as she watched Hunter trying to braid Omega’s hair. It had been almost five years since they all finally settled on Pabu. It was still hard to accept that Tech was gone. She was glad to have Crosshair back, to know Wrecker was safe, and Echo was out fighting for his clone brothers, even though she wished she could’ve heard from him more often, yet … it wasn’t the same. 

Crosshair had been right when he said ‘Clone Force 99 died with Tech,’ it really did. 

Her mind focused back on Omega and Hunter as she saw the look on Omega’s face asking for help.

“Hunter, love, what the hell are you doing? It’s braiding hair, not untangling the wires of the Marauder.” 

She walked over and tapped his thigh, getting him to move over so she could sit beside him.

“It’s not my fault these hairstyles are so intricate.”

“Explain to me, how Wrecker, with his big hands and fingers, is able to do a fishtail braid, and you can’t even do a simple French braid?”

“Wrecker deals with explosives, love, he’s used to the fine touch. Not to mention him and Lurwa have three girls, he’s used to braiding.”

“Mmhmm”

She giggled as she gently undid the mess that was Omega’s hair and brushed it lightly, “Megs, you want the French braid?”

“Yeah, but two, one on each side.”

“Okay.” Kambe chuckled as she grabbed the comb and the hair ties. She poked Hunter in the ribs, “Okay, pay attention.”

“I’m paying attention, it’s my fingers that don’t work.”

“You’re a trained fighter, a soldier, a sergeant. You can’t handle precision work?”

“I can handle you” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Um, excuse me, child present” Omega raised her hand to remind them, as she sat in between Kambe’s legs.

“Okay.” Kambe chuckled as she grabbed the comb, “First split the hair down the middle so it’s even.”

Hunter nodded, “I did that.”

“Then tie up the side you’re not using,” she slipped a hair clip to the one side.

“Didn’t do that.”

“Then you start from the very top and take three strands, keeping them separate.” She showed Hunter with her hands. “Then you cross one over and slide it under, cross the other over and slide it under. See?” She started braiding Omega’s hair, adding more hair to the strands as she moved down, “Don’t pick up a lot when you’re adding to the diminishing strands. Good rule of thumb, one row for one strand.”

“Ohhh. Okay, I think I see where I was going wrong.”

“Wanna try?”

“On the other side.”

Kambe finished braiding the one side, moving over for Hunter to give a go. It took him a few false starts but when he finished it wasn’t half bad. “Good job, love” she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

Omega gently touched both sides, “How does it look?” She turned and asked Kambe, she’d been feeling nervous all day, and now that her hair was finished, the reality of her situation hit her. 

“You look beautiful Megs, and I’m sure your date will like it too.” Omega blushed at Kambe’s teasing, and stood, she was wearing the new shirt Phee had bought her, and the new boots Crosshair got her. Kambe’s smile grew as she looked at the teenager before her, she was no longer the little girl that clung to her side during her time on Kamino. “You look beautiful Omega. And very spiffy.”

“Spiffy?”

“It means stylish.”

Omega nodded, smiling, “I like it, spiffy.” She took in a deep breath brushing away her butterflies, “Alright. I’ll be back by lights out.”

“You better, or Hunter is going to come looking for you.” Kambe stood, and kissed her forehead, hugging her, knowing she didn’t have to worry about Omega getting hurt. “Have fun, but not too much fun.”

“What’s too much fun?”

“You’ll know.” Hunter stated as he stood, hugging her, “You have your knife?”

“Yeah” she hugged him back. 

Kambe and Hunter watched as Omega headed out the door, she turned to Hunter, “Ever thought we’d get to a point in our lives where we would see her go on a date?”

“No.” He ran his hand over his face, “I miss Tech, if he was here, he would’ve connected to all the cameras on Pabu and followed them on their date.”

She arched her eyebrow, “Wait …” she took a moment as an idea clicked in her head, “When you and I …” she motioned between the two of them. “… would go on our dates, on Kamino, did Tech follow us via the cameras?”

Hunter blushed and looked away, clearing his throat and moving out of Kambe’s arm’s reach, Kambe’s eyes widened, “WHAT!”

“It was only two maybe three times” Hunter clarified.

“Hold up … did  he …” she closed her eyes trying hard to fight the laughter that wanted to erupt. “Did he see,” she cleared her throat, “the time we got … carried away in … my office?”

Hunter’s face went beat red, as he moved away and towards the kitchen, washing dishes and putting away the dry ones.

“Hunter.”

“He swore he turned it off and deleted the recording.”

“Oh. My. God.” Kambe’s face dropped out of sheer embarrassment before she covered her face and started laughing. “Oh god, no wonder he couldn’t look at me for a week afterwards.”

He chuckled as he thought back to that week, “Yeah …” he dried his hands and turned to look at her, “he said that moment changed his perception of you.”

“And you didn’t think this was something I may have wanted to know?” She crossed her arms.

He laid the towel on the counter walking over to her as he wrapped her in his arms, pulling her closer, “Myri, would you have wanted to know that Tech saw more than you probably wanted anyone to see?”

She shook her head and laughed, “Well at least I’m not as much of a mess as when we first met.”

Hunter huffed out a laugh, “Thank the force for that.”

“Why do you love me?”

“Seriously? You mean beside the fact you’re beautiful, intelligent, smart, incredible in every way possible.”

Kambe smirked, “Yeah besides that.”

Hunter let out a sigh, “Well I guess,I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you. Think about it, of all the med stations, of all the medics in the galaxy, you were assigned to Kamino. And out of all the days you split between the lab and the med bay, I just happened to walk in when you were the only one on duty. If that was the universe conspiring for us to be together, I don’t know what is.”

“Cheeky” she grinned leaning in.

“Always for you,” he closed the distance and kissed her, a kiss that reminded them of everything they knew to be true of each other. They were meant to be, and nothing could ever separate them from each other. 

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[trashytoastboi]

Hiiiiiiii! I've been wanting to send a request for quite some time now, I happened to cross your blog and immediately loved everything and read each on your masterlist! If I may get some fluff for doffy, law, and smoker with a blind s/o that wants to know how they look like by feeling their faces and saying that they seemed to be perfect and beautiful and even made their s/o in tearsby just imagining and listening to some details the gents share about themselves to their s/o 🥺

Heyya! Thank you so much, I'm truly glad you enjoy my work ☺🍞 this ask was really lovely to write! Doffy's ended up a little more angsty than anticipated but nevertheless. Hope you enjoy~🍀

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Headcanons: Doflamingo, Law, Smoker x Blind! S/O that wants to know what they look like by feeling their face.

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Donquixote Doflamingo

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🧶 Doflamingo sighed again, his thoughts drifting to unnecessary places. The record player played some soft music in the background, sometimes it helped to stop the silence and all the thoughts that came with it. {Name} heard his sigh "Doffy?" They called to him softly, their voice interrupting his thoughts. "Hm?" He says up, now brought back to the room and not wherever his mind had put him. He looked at {Name} sitting in his lap, their smaller stature made them look so fragile in comparison to himself. "You were a bit quiet. Is everything alright?"

🧶 There was no reply, {Name} reached up and placed a hand on his face, tracing their fingertips over his features, "You're frowning again..." they murmured, Doflamingo really couldn't hide his expression when they could feel the difference between his smiles and frowns. "Just thinking about some things." His voice seemed much more passive, not as confident or authoritative as they'd grown accustomed too. He leaned into the warmth of their hands, taking a comfort in how dearly and easily {Name} would touch him.

🧶 Doflamingo could never muster any malice nor anger against {Name}, he treated them with an uncharacteristic gentleness that was not present anywhere else. He knew the atrocities he commited, the fact that people did not revere him as a god but rather feared him as a monster. He knew it was well deserved. But whenever {Name} would cradle his face in their hands, telling him how precious he is to them. Somehow listening to all of their honest praise even if it was about him being handsome, he found so much solace in their embrace.

🧶 {Name} ran their fingers through his short hair, "Tell me what you look like", it's not the first time they asked and yet he always presented the same answer "A monster..." Doflamingo stated it coldly, factually. {Name} knew of the things he did, in a different light they might have agreed. But Doflamingo is so dear to them that they hated whenever they called himself a monster.

🧶 They hummed softly, beginning to list the image they had of him, his features. The innocent way that they viewed him brought something of a tragic smile to Doflamingo's lips, eliciting a smile from {Name} when they felt his expression shift under their touch to form a smile. Doflamingo felt safe, and forgiven in their presence. He knew it was false and deluded himself into thinking he could be someone good, maybe he could change to be someone better for {Name}.

🧶 He loved their thoughts and words, the way in which {Name} loves him so dearly. His forgiving and gentle nature that is only present to them. {Name} only knew of this side, he had never wanted them to experience what he is truly like. His heart would break at the thought of their words of love and praise turning into those of hate and fear. The very idea crushed him, and so he never wanted them to understand the kind of man he really is.

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Trafalgar Law

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🍄 Law walked into his shared room, he half dries his hair with the towel and keeps it over his shoulder. The shower felt refreshing and relaxing. {Name} heard the door open accompanied by some random mumbles from Law. "How was your shower?" They asked, gaining a curt response from a tired Law. They called him over, feeling the water from his hair as Law sat on the bed. {Name} adjusted, sitting on their knees as their hands tapped along his shoulders to find the towel. Raising it to his head, they could feel the water dripping. Law hated being treated like a kid, even if it was a comment about not drying his hair properly but in truth he left it like that because he enjoyed having {Name} dry it for him.

🍄 {Name} dried his hair, using their fingers to feel for any dripping water and felt satisfied to find none. They set the towel aside and ran their fingers through his hair. Their fingers landed on his ear, tracing the shape and feeling his earrings between their fingers. "{Name-ya?}" Law's voice snapped them out of their absent minded actions. Law turned to face them, placing {Name's} hands on his face as a silent permission for them to continue. {Name} chuckled feeling his facial hair tickling their fingertips. "You're handsome" {Name} stated and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Law smiled at their heartfelt compliment and enjoyed watching their expression as they touched him.

🍄 Their hands moved down his neck, to his shoulders, their fingers perfectly following the lines and curves of his tattoos with perfect memorization of where they were along his body. Their hands repeating the same motion along his chest. "They're really pretty" {Name} commented as their finger wrote the letters of his fingers, the gentle way they go over the letters and hold his hands in theirs.

🍄 Law recalled the first time he ever explained his tattoos to his partner. Going over how it felt, what they meant to him. The simple explanation he offered didn't make complete sense to {Name} who couldn't fully create a mental image. Law took their hands in his, guiding them and dragging them along the lines of his tattoos so they could draw the image themselves.

🍄 {Name} loved and was always amused by the way Law would describe himself. The reason why they found it amusing was mostly because of how happy he sounds when doing so. Often Law would read his difficult and complicated textbooks, droves of medical jargon that served to put {Name} to sleep more than anything. His voice always felt calm, and precise when reading those textbooks. Until Law had read {Name} some Sora comics and the ever present enthusiasm and uplift in his voice when he read them was a true delight to listen to. When describing his appearance Law often would use very comical terms, as if he were explaining a character in a comic book.

🍄 Law got used to the contact, having {Name} greet him by touching his face or running a finger over his lips and sometimes feeling cheeky would give them a little kiss. It became part of the routine. Especially after any danger {Name} needs reassurance that he's alright and Law would always hold theirvhands to let them inspect and make sure he's fine.

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Captain Smoker

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💨 Smoker drew a long inhale from his cigars, exhaling the comically large puff of smoke. The room filled with smoke but what could he say. He wasn't one to focus on the details of his smoking. He stacked his rocks finding some relaxation in the action. A sudden cough nearly toppled his perfectly balanced tower, but failed to make it fall. A knock on the door alerted Smoker to company, he called out a curt "Enter" before {Name} stepped in, seeing who stepped in. Smoker got up relatively quickly to open a window and air out the room while he gingerly grabbed their hand, another on their back to guide them over the various stacks of papers and files that lay scattered everywhere.

💨 {Name} sat down and Smoker looked evidently more giddy in action and atmosphere, he tried to silently fan out the excess smoke that continued to hang in the room. {Name} stated they missed him and wanted to find out how he is. They reached out to carefully touch his face when Smoker stopped them, removing his cigars before they burnt their fingers.

💨 Smoker apologized for stopping them and {Name} knew it wasn't for a bad reason but they tend to forget about his cigars in fact they didn't pay it much mind until {Name} really did burn their fingers once while going over Smokers features. He felt so bad that he became overly conscious of smoking around them for good reason. he never wants to accident to repeat itself.

💨 They felt his expression, his stoic facade faltering under their touch and morphing into something more calm. Feeling the way the subtle smile tugged at his lips was so lovely to {Name.} They ran their fingers along the scar on his face. It was strange, feeling sometimes foreign after the scar had healed. They would often touch his scar to familiarize themselves with it.

💨 {Name} often listened to the way he would describe his appearance, usually while they would map out the corresponding feature. At first it was difficult, or vague. Since Smoker gave very precise details that belonged to a report. He explained his appearance like he would of a suspect. His exact height, his scar, the colour of his eyes. Details that were precise and yet vague at the same time. Eventually he picked up the subtle art of a more descriptive detailing for his partner.

💨 Always praised him for being the most handsome person they've ever come across. Smoker used to think it was just a baseless compliment, he didn't exactly focus too heavily on appreances. Although after {Name} came into his life he tried to take care of himself a bit more. For their sake but the point remains. He loved the compliments he got from them and wanted to keep receiving them.

[lilbeanz]

I just want you to know I binge read all 4 fics, and I LOVED THEM. The fourth book nearly killed me. Harry being an oblivious walnut was hilarious, and the way he like immediately decided he hated Cedric was adorable. And then the way he immediately glares at Greg after finding out he is Dracos mystery kiss was just *~chefs kiss~*. Basically, Harry being a jealous little shit while denying he likes Draco because obviously he's a veela, and that's why he thinks he's hot... no other reason... I love me a good jealous Harry, and you did it so well!!! Oh! And Draco hiding at the begining of the fic from Pansy Greg and Vince had me cry laughing after Hedwig answered 😂 Anyways, this is basically just me saying thank you for taking the time to write such incredible fics, I really enjoyed them and I'm looking forward to reading the rest of the series 😊

Ahh thank you, nonnie! 🥺❤️ (I'm assuming this is the same person, the two asks seem to go together ghsjksls)

I'm so glad you've enjoyed the series so far! (I really suck at replying to comments gahh)

I do love me a jealous Harry, too. It's just so much fun to write 🤣

More to come~! 💚✨️❤️

[shiningfremi]

freminet running his fingers softly through reader's hair while reader talks about their day please 🥺🥺❤️ /nf

freminet runs his fingers through your hair and listens in as you tell him all about your day.

AA i love this idea so much!! thank you for your wonderful request, i would be more than happy to write it out for you. i hope you enjoy~!

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fluffy romance coming your way!

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"freminet, i'm home!" you eagerly call out to him as you step in through the front door, kicking your shoes off.

"welcome back." he made his way towards you upon hearing your voice, with a warm expression blossoming across his face. you noticed how his freckles caught the sunlight that filtered in through the windows, making them resemble the amber leaves of fall sprinkled on his cheeks.

each and every time you get to see him, you feel as though you fall in love all over again. his beauty simply cannot be compared.

"i'm really happy to see you!" you admit to him. "i want to tell you all about my day, it was amazing." you're overjoyed, and freminet couldn't help but smile at you, he could nearly see you glowing with positivity. in the back of his mind, he thought..

how did i ever deserve you?

"why, i would love to know about it, y/n. i'm all ears!" he said to you.

he stepped closer and immediately aided you in taking off your overcoat and hung it up for you. freminet then took care to straighten out your outfit, helping to make you feel refreshed! but whenever you try to do the same to him on other occasions, he keeps on insisting that it's alright, and tries to prioritize you first. he feels like you shouldn't be worried about him, but of course, you simply yearn to, giving him your own precious time and attention as he does to you.

freminet is too pure for your heart to handle, and so you want to give him all the love you possibly can! ૮₍˶ ╥ ‸ ╥ ⑅₎ა

"thank you, how can one be so caring?" you chuckle, and give him a big hug after he so kindly fixed you up. he gladly returned it, holding you close to him and subtlety swaying back and forth, as if he was relieved that he now attained your company that was absent since that very morning.

"w-well.. how can one be so perfect such as you?" he responded whilst he burrowed his head into the nook of your shoulder.

you savored his touch, and then you two gently broke away, his sweet gesture lingering on.

“did you eat dinner yet?” he asked you. “i decided to eat out today, so i can prepare something if you’re hungry.”

“oh don’t worry freminet, i ate about an hour ago! looks like we’re set.” you grin sweetly, glad that you both can simply rest together.

"i’m glad you did sweetheart. a-ahem, shall we go relax in the lounge?" freminet suggested, clearly wanting to hear about what you accomplished today.

“i would love to.” you reply, following him in with a yawn. “ah, i think i got tired out.”

“oh? why so?” he sat down first, and then you decided to lay down next to him.

“okay, so basically, i did my usual commissions, right? and then one of them was to feed this little old lady’s pets since she was out. she has this cutest fluffy dog that just kept wanting to play, and i must’ve stayed there for about an hour running back and forth!” you laugh, glancing up at him to catch his warm smile. he loved hearing about the small details, and that’s one of the many things that you adore about him.

“what was the dog’s name?” he inquired, and began to rustle his fingers through your hair. you swore that it can make you fall asleep each and every time he does it, and it’s always the most soothing thing in the world.

“his name was bubba.” you lean in, loving the feeling of a nice head massage. “bubba! oh my goodness, isn’t that the perfect name?”

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freminet nodded. "that's an adorable name."

“oh yeah, and then i helped out with a promotional banner. i didn’t even know that it could be a commission. it was great fun, i got some generous rewards from it. but honestly…”

you continue to go on, ranting about the best parts of your entire day, and he nodded as you spoke, sorting out any tangles in your hair, asking about certain pieces of information from time to time.

he would make little braids in your hair and then take them out again as he concentrated on your stories. freminet was quite a good hairstylist, and that sometimes made you ask him how he got to be so good, but he never gave you a direct answer.

“oh! and then i saw an old friend right before i got dinner. i was so surprised that they traveled-" you pause with a big yawn.

"traveled all the way here. i was so happy to get the chance to catch up with them, but they seemed to be in a hurry.” you noted.

“well, do you know how long they’ll be staying?” he combed his fingers through your ends.

“thankfully, it seems they have some business to do here, so i’ll most likely see them around! ah man, that’ll be great.” you murmur sleepily, trying to adjust your head to get comfortable.

“i’m happy that’s the case. it can be a relief to see a familiar face.” he noticed that you were getting more tired by the minute.

"mhm.." you lifted your head, and placed it into freminet's lap. you didn’t have much more to say, so you just wanted to be close to him.

"y/n.." blinking in surprise, he still didn't feel completely used to the affection you showed him, and often felt bad if he were to specifically ask.

but he absolutely loved every single bit of it. it was new. but such a magnificent feeling. everytime you gave him your lovely compassion, he felt as if he were imagining a faraway dream. the amount of trust you shared with him.. nobody has ever gotten remotely close to it, except for lyney and lynette, but even then, this was entirely different.

you eventually doze off, your breathing growing slower. he froze in place, as if the slightest of movement would disturb your peace.

he noticed your hair got out of place again, falling across your face, and so he slowly reached one hand down towards you, gently moving your strands behind your ear. he then adjusted the other side, making sure that you would sleep without a bother.

seeing you like this almost made his eyes want to tear up.

everything about you was precious to him. he caressed your crown, creating a gentle motion with his thumb, and the room was completely quiet to him in that moment of time, except for your light breathing and freminet's beating heart.

"i love you, y/n." he softly whispered, and finally rested an arm on your back and closed his eyes.

❄️✧🥥♡🌸

[turtlecleric]

I'm pretty sure I've gotten through All of your fics in the last couple of days and ohhhhh my god your writing is so fucking good. All of your characterizations are so on point, your narratives are so heartbreaking, your word choices are amazing - all of it is so GOOD. It's amazing so see someone actually writing for 2007, too. Personal favs: Just For Me, Not Your Fault, Doomsday (this fic is EVIL for my own sanity I have to pretend Raph explained everything to reader and it turns out okay off screen), Beat Past Tense, Sleepy (I have a massive crush on Rise Raph and I've been sad lately so this made me so, so happy), I See You, What Did I Do (again, heartbreakingly effective and makes me want to scream and write an unrealistically upbeat follow up, but that would betray the feeling of the original lol), Pretty Girl (I respect the shit of writing a genuinely terrifying fic and still having Donnie use the phrase "no probbles". Too many angst writers ignore that these boys are goofy as hell and you don't. I love you for it!), & What (I love when the reader dies for some reason??).

Idk I don't have a point to this ask but I fucking love your writing and I wish you the absolute best. If you could toss some more Rise Raph out I would be eternally grateful but you write everything so impossibly well that I will eat up all your work. Cheers!! 💕💌

Oh my goddddd whehhhhhh (<- me crying) thank you so much!! This is incredibly kind of you 🥺🥺🥺 I'm so glad you enjoyed!!

A fic of mine?? EVIL???? Never... 😈

I tried so hard to write a followup to What Did I Do, but I was only writing it because people asked for a second part rather than because I actually wanted to, so it never really got anywhere. Alas. I did try!

Yesss the boys ARE goofy!!!! I like writing and reading them with much darker and more serious personalities, but I also like it when it's just the few aspects that are different from their canon selves. They're silly lil guys!!! Who are willing to [redacted] because they are so obsessed with you! Isn't that great? :D

Oh man, 2007... such a good iteration fr. Nightwatcher Raph is so.......... hhhhhhhh I'm fine (lie). I had started something for him that Keisha reportedly thinks about a lot (hehe) but then I got distracted. Maybe I should work on it next... hm. Things to think about.

Rise!Raph is truly a sweetheart. If I didn't have such intense brain worms over Donnie and Leo, he'd definitely get the spotlight more often. But I'll try regardless!! For you and all the other Raph lovers hehe 🥰

Thank you again for such a sweet message!! I really, really appreciate it. I hope you're doing well, nonnie! 💕

[thatmexisaurusrex]

I love love love your denial-verse series. I really enjoyed your characterization of Tommy, Buck and Eddie in them.

I’m also so glad about the way you wrote Taylor. People tend to villainize her in fanfics but you wrote her so well. She was my fav LI other than Tommy. She wasn’t a good fit but the show gave her something other than being just a LI.

Speaking of character who are just LIs in the show, I even loved the way you wrote Marisol. The show never really gave her any characterization and you wrote her so well even her not being such a good person was well written. There were so many signs that both Tommy and I missed.

Can’t wait to read whatever you post next.

Oh my gosh, thank you so much 🥺 The Denial-verse series is a labor of love and it's been such a bonus and a joy to know that other people love it too.

Now, this is more like behind-the-scenes, craft stuff, but I will say that I'm not actually a huge fan of Taylor Kelly. But I also believe that part of what you should do in writing is find what inspires you about a character and let that shine and live with that in order to create the well-rounded character you can write with them. And, you know, I like Taylor Kelly much more after writing her than I did before. While she's not a good match for Buck, it is a little disappointing that she doesn't have a once-or-twice-a-season cameo or a seasonal mini-arc with her involved as a frenemy reporter who might shine a good or bad light on the LAFD.

And, people can use death of the author here, but I wrote Marisol here to feel like a friend. Someone likable even if they're not perfect. And there are a lot of people out there who have her same red flags. Many of them can figure themselves out, grow out of those bad thoughts, reframe how they view the world for the better, become those better people; and many of them don't. I feel that what makes Marisol hurt the most is the possibility of goodness in her and her sheer denial of wrongdoing; her inability to look past her perceived reality and grow into someone who can live with what happened without lashing out in harsh and unfair ways because her life isn't what she thought it was. I like Marisol. I don't like Marisol in the show, more because they treated her like a sexy lamp more than anything, but I liked this Marisol. And that's why she hurts so much when she sours - because people you think would be kind to you can be, sometimes, crueler than anyone else.

I'm sorry. I'm talking your ear off here. But I just wanted to say thank you for loving the series. Thank you for reading. The Denial-verse is, for the most part, a character study in loneliness, belonging, what it means to be and feel loved, and what steps it takes to finally believe one can have happiness, and it truly blows me away that people have been enjoying it as much as I've liked writing it.

Also, the fourth story within the Denial-verse,  The Fire is Inside the House, is out now if you'd like to read the first chapter.

Thank you again for this magnificent ask. I hope you have a spectacular morning, day, or afternoon wherever you are!