#late answering this once again but thank you this made me smile 💖

[kim-ruzek]

Just here to tell you i love seeing you on my dash! <3

Awww thank you Resa!!! 💖💖💖 Love the new url btw!!

[hispg]

Love

Pairings: Fuckboy! Leon X Fem! Reader

Summary: Maybe he loves everything about you, or maybe he hates you. Yet he always looks for you when he needs you.

That must mean something, right?

Wc:2.6k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, p in v, masturbation( m receiving), reverse cowgirl, smoking during sex, mentions of weed and alcohol, slightly praise/degradation, toxic relationship, light angst, finger riding.

An: I should have posted this a few days ago, but recently I've been feeling quite insecure about my writing.Even so, I decided to post it.

Also as a thank you to the 600 followers! Seriously! Last month I had 200, and now I've basically tripled that!I feel very grateful and happy that each and every one of you takes the time to read what I write! Leaving a comment or reblogging, the likes also motivate me a lot! That's very special to me.

If all goes well, tomorrow I'll post 2 pieces of smut, one related to Leon being your childhood friend (more cute and awkward? Idk), and the other will be with breeding kink (🤨). It'll be kind of a thank you to the 600 followers.

Thanks again! 💖💖💕

He loves the way your body lies on the floor, he loves the way you breathe. The breathless smile you give him every time you've just had sex.

Or even the way you let yourself be so exposed to him, lying completely naked, without a shred of shame.

He may love all this about you, but he doesn't love you. If that makes any sense.

Maybe he's too fucked up to be thinking like that, or maybe he's blaming it on the weed. Even if he was quite lucid.

He already knew he'd be leaving soon, it was always like that. Sex without commitment, just for fun. He insisted on muttering these phrases to himself every time he was with you.

You made him feel so alive that he even forgot that it wasn't supposed to mean anything, it was just another fling.

If it was just one more, why did he keep coming back to you? Why was it that every time he wanted to talk late at night he called you, at the very least it had to mean something. Or maybe it was just a coincidence of fate?

He can't say, to be quite honest. He was probably just thinking too much, maybe he just liked you for the affection you gave him, which frankly he adored.

Maybe he'd fallen under that spell.

"Are you leaving?" You ask in a whisper, offering the same sweet smile as always.

"Soon, doll." He says in a whisper, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

It seems you've managed to take his mind off his own thoughts, and now he's looking you up and down with a thoughtful expression.

After a few seconds he responds with a nod, taking a cigarette from his pack and lighting it.

Gestures like that weren't common from him, but it was different with you. And frankly, it made your heart flutter every time.

You knew you shouldn't feel anything for him, you always did. But who says the heart obeys reason?

"Can't you sleep here?" You asked in a purr, laying your head on his lap and lightly kissing his thighs.

He sighed, taking a long drag on his cigarette, blowing the smoke away from your face.

"You know I won't." The answer was always the same, he didn't even try to disguise it every time you asked.

It wasn't that he couldn't, it was that he didn't want to. And he wouldn't give in so easily.

Nobody said you couldn't make him have a reason to stay, or that you couldn't induce him to say yes for once.

"Don't look at me like that." He mutters, giving you a weak sideways smile.

He knew that look, he knew all the tricks you played on him. And hell if he said he didn't like every one of the things that you do for him.

You still didn't stop, kissing and kneading his inner thighs, watching him as you did it. Letting him stare into your gentle eyes as you tried to persuade him with your antics.

"You're so fucking dirty…" He says under his breath, taking another drag on his cigarette.

He didn't stop looking at you for a second, his hand coming up to stroke your hair, making it clear that you wanted him to continue, and that you had his permission to do whatever you wanted.

He didn't care, in any case if you questioned him about his softer attitudes, he would just say it was the effect of the weed.

Even if it was just a lie to disguise his pride.

Even if you didn't notice, but his expression was always so gentle with you, even if it wasn't such a lived change, but it was there.

And he couldn't hide it any longer from the moment you nibbled and licked his thighs, making him shudder at the sensation that began to arise in his body. The goosebumps that appeared in his every pore.

"I wanted you to stay…" You say softly, as if it were something just for you.

He even pretended not to hear, but there was no way he couldn't have heard. Your sweet voice echoing so close to him. A plea that perhaps if you asked for more, so slyly, there was a good chance he would give in.

It wasn't long before you were kissing all over his chest, letting your hand rest on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze and stroking it with your thumb. You already knew how sensitive he was to certain touches, and you always took advantage of that.

"Doll, you're going to kill me like this…" He murmured, looking at you with another one of his gallant smiles, the one that made you weak in the knees.

"I want to make you happy…" You whispered slyly, running your hands down to his bare midriff.

Your lips found his neck, licking and nibbling, making a point of letting him feel your teeth on his skin.

He couldn't help himself, letting out a soft moan as you had your way with him, it was strangely satisfying that you knew exactly what to do when it came to touching him.

"You do, babydoll, you do." He says softly, reaching down to give your ass a gentle squeeze, as well as a playful slap on your exposed flesh.

You then giggle at him, taking the opportunity to grip the erect base of his cock, giving him wet kisses on his shoulders. You even dared to kiss his nipple piercings, letting your tongue hover on the cold metal, feeling the icy surface on your hot muscle, making you smile against his skin.

Just watching the way he sighed and squirmed against your lips, you could feel your pussy starting to get wet, clit throbbing at the thought of having him with you once again.

His reddened tip was already leaking pre-cum, the liquid sticking to him and your fingers, helping with the impurity of those wet noises.

As soon as you started moving your hand up and down, his grip on your ass became stronger, making you gasp slightly at the act.

You continued with the movements, the wet sounds mixed with low moans and grunts filling your ears.

"You have good hands, don't you?" He said with a smile, sliding his hand down your ass again.

His other hand still held tightly to his cigarette, taking deep puffs, his eyes never leaving yours.

You could feel his body squirming with your touches, his hips moving against your hand for any other kind of friction you could give.

"I bet you're soaking wet, aren't you?" He asks in a cocky way, giving you his usual smug smile.

He knew how turned on you got just by pleasuring him, by having his throbbing cock in your fingers, or even the permission he gave you so that you could pleasure him in any way you wanted.

And then just to make sure he knew what he was talking about, his fingers slid down to the wet surface of your pussy, his fingers playing with your slick, making you moan against his skin.

"Tight little hole wanting attention, isn't it?" He taunts, putting his fingers so deep inside you.

The next thing he saw was you sticking out your tongue, licking the trail of precome dripping from his puffy red tip. The act made him curve his fingers inside you, moving in and out without much effort.

"You're so tasty…" You murmured softly, giving his tip a kiss.

This caused him to smile a little, rubbing his thumb against your clit in a circular motion.

"I want to see you ride, go on, sit down." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

You felt it when he withdrew his fingers from you, resting his hand on the cold floor, just waiting for you to do what he wanted.

And obviously you weren't going to say no.

And you obeyed like a good girl, sitting on his hand as you felt his fingers sinking into you.

"Ah- Shit…" You murmured, feeling your thighs twitch a little as you moved up and down.

He knew your weak points so well that it made you angry, he knew how to make you shudder with just his fingers.

"Such a beautiful little thing, fucking perfect." He grunted, playing with one of your nipples. Rolling and sliding between his fingers, squeezing and pinching.

All this so he could see you moaning and rolling your eyes as you rode his fingers.

You were so beautiful, the way you let yourself be so exposed to him, the way you trusted him with your eyes closed. That should be worrying, but he found it so exciting.

Your breasts jiggling as you moved up and down on his fingers, making a mess of his hand, which by the way was already honeyed with your juices.

"Hmh-, so good," You moaned, leaning on the floor for support as Leon watched your every move.

You moaned and whimpered his name, biting your lip as you stared at his erect member. God, he knew you were dying for him to make you deep-throat him, and don't get him wrong, he wanted it just as much as you did.

Just the thought of his cock buried in your tight throat was more than enough to make his cock throb and twitch, he could feel his blood pulsing to his lower body.

But now, now he wanted you. He wanted to watch as you rode him, as you moaned and begged him to curl his fingers and reach your sweet spots with every movement.

He didn't waste much time and pulled you close to him, sliding his free hand to the back of your neck, pulling you into a hot kiss.

His mouth meeting yours, the way you kissed him so eagerly and sloppily was enough to make him moan and grunt against your lips, his fingers moving in sync with your bouncing.

Your spongy, wet walls pulled him in, accommodating his fingers, you were so wet that he had no trouble sliding in and out of you.

He could do this all day, watch you moaning and whimpering his name, pulling your lips together to try and suppress the dirty noises coming out of you.

And it didn't work at all.

His smile only widened when he heard you whimpering loudly, biting your lip as you rolled your eyes, your orgasm washing over you as you drowned in that pleasure.

"Good girl. Good girl." He whispers, watching as you cream in his fists, your sweet furrow dripping through his fingers.

"Fuck…Oh…" You murmur, stopping your movements, but he hasn't stopped fisting you for a minute.

His skillful fingers caressing your spongy walls, making you look at him slyly.

"Leon… It's too much…" You cry out, pouting at him.

All he does is look at you with amusement in his eyes, leaning down to kiss your nipple, giving your sensitive part a gentle nibble.

"I hope you still have enough breath to give me a good ride." He says with a provocative and seductive tone, smiling cheekily at you.

And well, how can you deny him that? How can you say no when he looks at you like that?

You were incapable of denying such a good proposition.

"Yes… You know I will…" You say slyly, watching as he takes his fingers out of you.

He soon adjusted himself on the floor, spreading his legs and leaving room for you to sit on top of him.

Without any shame, he fisted his own cock, looking at you and biting his lip. His veins pulsed in his cock, which by then was begging for some attention.

The sight was enough to make your cunt throb, your body burning and aching, clamoring for him. And it wouldn't take you long to do what he wanted.

And once again he watched, saw you sit on his lap, your back turned to him as you gave him a view of your plump ass, making him salivate at the sight.

With one hand he held the cigarette, and with the other he instinctively placed it on your hips, kneading the soft skin. He watched as your tight pussy swallowed him, slowly, centimeter by centimeter. Sinking into his lap until he had it all at once.

He watched his cock disappear into your wet folds, and felt when your warmth enveloped him in such a sweet way.

"Fuck, you take me so well doll." Leon grunted, pressing his fingers into the softness of your hips.

"Hm - I'm so full…" You moaned, holding onto his knees as you began to grind slowly.

He smiled sideways, taking one last drag on his cigarette before throwing it on the floor, turning his full attention to you.

The next thing you felt was a warm slap on your ass cheeks, making you swallow and let out a whimper, understanding that he was asking you to increase the pace.

"Good girl." He purred, holding both your cheeks as he just sat there and felt you bounce on his cock.

The view was almost divine, your ass completely on display. He was lost in it, so lost that he could only focus on your moans, on the way you swallowed him completely, his cock appearing and disappearing with every bounce you made.

And there he went, losing all sense and just following the primal instinct to just fuck you, as if it were the last time. His hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrust.

"Leon- mhmm-," You even try to babble, but nothing but incoherent phrases come out of your lips.

Your pussy was so full, so stuffed, that you couldn't even breathe. You'd forgotten how deep he could get into you, how well he could fuck you if he wanted to.

His grunts mixed with your moans filled the room, nothing more than your voices amid the dirty sound of bodies slamming against each other, clashing violently.

If Leon was being honest, he never controlled himself with you, was never able to hold back when it came to you.

His cock twitching as he felt you tighten around him, he grunted so loudly in frustration, he almost couldn't hold back his load.

"I'm going to come inside, you hear?" He says, he wasn't really asking, just warning you what he was going to do.

"Please," You manage to let out a sly little cry, feeling him slap your ass, another one of his requests.

He wanted you to go faster, and you could never deny him that.

Your hips rolling up and down, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you called his name, you even felt that sensation in the pit of your stomach.

Your bodies covered in sweat, heavy breaths coming out in gasps, neither of you could even speak a single word.

You couldn't hold it in any longer, your orgasm flooded you once again, your fluids gushing out, your walls squeezing his length.

And that was the last straw for him, with a loud grunt and a swear word you couldn't identify, he came, thick ropes of cum painting your walls.

Leon just gave you a playful smack on the ass, appreciating you for what you had given him.He knew it had been stupid to cum inside, but he couldn't help himself.

Now all that was left was to wait, he was just waiting until you fell asleep, while you swore that this time it would be different, or that this time he would have some kind of feeling.

But you were dead wrong.

And then he would leave again, break you into a thousand pieces without even looking back.

But then, he would come into your arms, to glue each broken piece together, only to break it again later.

After all, isn't that what love is all about?

[joes-sha-la-la-la-girl]

'I'm In Love With You' - Jon Bon Jovi x Reader

A/N: Thank you once again to @elliotts-personal-property for helping me overcome the writer's block I had for this fic. To the anon that requested it, I hope you like it. I haven't written for JBJ for ages as my other fic was written months before I posted it, so I hope this is alright 💖💖

Masterlist

The day I met Jon for the first time in the record store started out like any other. I hadn’t anticipated that I would meet the rockstar at all, in fact I was hoping for as little human interaction as possible. Purely because I just wanted to be left in peace whilst I searched through the records.

However, that was not to be. As soon as I walked in the store, I saw that there was only one other person in there. I recognised him straight away. Everyone around here knew who Bon Jovi were. Not that I cared much for them. I didn’t mind their music and had their debut record at home, I just didn’t fall at their feet like most of the people here. 

At first I tried to ignore him, moving my way through the store and looking over the stock of records. However, it became more difficult to ignore the singer as when I next looked up he was standing only a few feet away from me. Trying not to catch his attention, I slowly moved away again. 

However it was too late. Before I knew it Jon was standing right next to me and I could feel his eyes staring at me. 

“Can I help you?” I asked him, barely looking up. 

“Not really, just wanted to talk to a pretty lady s’all.” He responded with a wink and a cheeky grin.

“Well unfortunately for you, I’m not in the mood to be spoken to today, sorry.” I lamely excused myself. Part of me felt bad for being rude, but the other part couldn’t find it in me to care. Jon just carried on standing there with a grin on his face, not deterred by my bluntness in any way.

“Do you really listen to this?” He questioned me as he looked at the records I was flicking through. Admittedly synth-pop wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea but that was part of the reason I listened to it. I liked the way that the music I listened to was created for people who didn’t quite fit into society. It was for the misfits who didn’t fit in with the misfits. Listening to artists create music to stand out made me feel more confident in myself. 

“Yes I do.” I answered his question. Jon didn’t respond to that and instead just carried on looking at the records I was searching through. 

“I’m Jon by the way.” He smiled at me, ignoring the obvious tension between the two of us.

“I’m Y/N.” I half heartedly responded, earning another cheeky grin in return. 

*

Over the next few weeks, this became a regular occurrence. How one manages to bump into a rising rockstar nearly every week I’ll never know but for some reason it kept happening. Our encounters consisted of heated arguments over music, each time we met the disagreements got more intense. At one point I was sure that we would get kicked out of the store but when the owner recognised Jon, he thought against it and just told us to keep it down instead.

I had resigned to the fact that no matter how much I tried to avoid him, every power in the universe was ensuring that I would run into him again. Despite our differences of opinions when it came to music, I found myself almost looking forward to seeing Jon. That should have been my first clue that I was falling in love with him; however, the stubbornness inside of me refused to believe it. 

It wasn’t until he went on tour that I realised how badly in love with him I was. I found that our senseless squabbles and the ridiculous comments that were made purely for the sake of it, was actually just me covering for the apparent love I held for him.

When I came to that dreadful realisation, I decided that the best thing to do was to try and stay away from him as much as possible. I didn’t know the specific date in which Jon got back off of tour but it was soon. 

*

Eventually I saw him walking towards the record store one day. Rather than go in like I had planned, I promptly turned away and made my way to another store. If I saw him on the street then I went the other way. Maybe I was being ridiculous but that sounded more appealing than admitting my obviously unrequited feelings.

It was only two weeks after I first saw Jon when he got back off of tour, my luck of avoiding him ran out. 

“Y/N.” 

Upon hearing my name I turned around, only to see exactly who had called my name. I quickly spun away again and continued walking. The rain was pouring down and all I wanted to do was get home and curl up in my pyjamas. I did not want to face any altercation that may be coming my way.

“Y/N, wait.” Jon called again. Just as I went to speed up, I felt his hand clasp down on my shoulder. “What are you doing? Why are you ignoring me?” Jon asked, inquisitive as always.

“Look Jon, I have to go.” I tried to pull away from him but he was having none of it.

“Why? I haven’t seen you since I got home, where have you been?”

“I’ve been busy Jon.” I tried not to snap at him. Afterall it wasn’t his fault that I had fallen in love with him. 

Jon just looked at me. I couldn’t help but stare at him, the way his usually fluffy hair stuck to his face in the rain. How his brow was furrowed in confusion. Even in the rain he looked like the most ethereal man to walk the earth. His lips pouted slightly as he tried to work out why I had been avoiding him.

When I realised that I was staring, I started to pull away, only for Jon to grab me gently by the wrist and tug me back towards him. Being in close proximity to him made my heart race and I could only hope that he couldn’t hear over the noise of the rain.

“Y/N what’s going on?” Jon asked softly as he stared into my eyes.

“Why do you care?” I asked him, though there was no malice in my tone. “We only talk when we are arguing about music, so why do you care if there is something wrong?”

“Because…” Jon stopped for a moment. 

Whilst Jon looked for the words to say, I wriggled out of his grip and started to walk away again. I wanted so badly to be wrapped up in his arms and pulled into his chest whilst he kissed me senseless, but in the back of my mind, all I could think about was the consequences of being rejected by him. 

I didn’t think my heart could take it if he didn’t feel the same way, which was almost inevitable. 

I didn’t get far again before Jon ran in front of me. Putting his hands on my shoulders, he looked into my eyes.

“Something is obviously going on. Please tell me. I can’t help if you won’t let me.”

“You can’t fix this Jon. Just leave me be.” The look in his eyes was nearly killing me.

“Y/N please.” Jon's voice broke into a whisper, it was at that point that I felt tears running down my face, mixed with raindrops. No wonder the man was concerned about me when I stood in front of him crying. “Just talk to me darlin’.”

As soon as he said that the waterworks became unstoppable. The realisation that I was about to be rejected by the one man that I have ever felt like this for, tore my heart into tiny pieces. The emotional pain transformed into a pain in my chest as if my heart was about to break.

“I’m in love with you.” The words spilled out before I could stop them and the shock on Jon’s face replaced the concern immediately. When Jon didn’t say anything I found myself nervously continuing.

“I know that you probably don’t feel the same way and that's why I didn’t want to say anything but now I have and I am making an-” I was cut off from my rambling by a pair of lips on mine. 

Jon moved away before I had a chance to reciprocate. “Sorry you were just talking and talking, it's the only way I could think of to get you to calm down.” 

I stared up at him, probably resembling a deer in headlights. Before I could even think about what I was doing I stood on my toes to reach him and pressed another kiss to his lips. He immediately reacted and kissed me back with so much passion that I thought I might pass out.

I couldn’t even feel the cold from the rain as I stood in his embrace. My arms wrapped around his neck whilst his hands rested on my hips, pulling me closer to him. When the two of us pulled away again, Jon rested his forehead on mine, not allowing me to move backwards.

“In case you couldn’t tell, I’m in love with you too. I don’t tend to argue with just anyone over and over again.” Jon laughed before pecking me on the nose. Smiling up at him I connected our lips yet again before pulling away and tugging at his hand.

“Where are we going?” He questioned with a small grin on his gorgeous face.

“My place.” I winked, “Gotta get out of these wet clothes.”

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Hiii me again, i really love what you wrote for Ryusei bf headcanons so I wanted to request a little oneshot for him (I'm living off of crumbs bear with me pls there's not enoug material for himm)

It's winter and he is about to go to a gang meeting but only in his uniform, then he ecounters reader who is on going a little walk and she gives him her scarf cause she doen't want him to freeze.

Thank you in advance and hope you're having a good day/night 💖

This took hella of while so I deeply apologise for that. This request was sent in 29th July and I'm doing it NOW ycsgdxsgt I'm so sorry😭Thank you so much for requesting tho! I love Ryusei so much!

8pm, Baji said. Oh well, it's 8pm and 10 minutes now, but knowing Ryusei, that's normal. In fact, it's surprising he's attending meeting today since he skipped the previous three ones but this one's topic was lot more serious than last ones. As a vice-commander of first division, he must have showed up.

Ryusei took the Toman's jacket out of his closet, momentarily glancing at his old uniform, recalling his time when he wasn't part of Toman...But he immediately snapped out of it.

Going down the first floor, his mother asked where he was going-surprisingly enough. She was already aware of his delinquent activities so she didn't pry much after he answered "Toman's meeting."

Ryusei is good judge of weather and rarely gets into such stupid situation where he's freezing. Plus, he has plenty of warm jackets but Toman's definitely wasn't one. Since the members would be boiling in hot weather or after the fight if the uniform was thick and warm. It's not thin and surely it can warm someone up but for a cold weather like this one, it definitely wasn't the best choice. "Shit, I should've worn warmer shirt inside.." said the pink haired boy.

It was probably 16-17 degrees by now and no one was outside. Of course no one would be outside in such a cold weather. Ryusei hasn't even crossed the street yet when he heard the familiar voice, one that he just adored with all of his heart. "Ryusei..?"

The boy turned in the direction where the voice came from and saw you, wearing warm clothes, scarf and even gloves. Soft smile found its way on his lips. "[Name]! What are you doing here at this hour and in this weather?" He asked, now fully facing you with his usual smile that you've gotten used to.

"I could ask you the same question..."

"Eh..I'm going to Toman's meeting now. I'm a bit late now, by 17 minutes but I'm pretty sure Baji will understand." He spoke while checking the hour. "Imagine if I get there when meeting's ov-" but he got cut off by the warmth of scarf around his neck as you wrapped it around him.

Ryusei's eyes slightly widened before softening again, eyeing every movement you made to wrap your scarf around him. "You'll catch a cold like this." You said while putting the scarf on him.

He touched the scarf to feel it in his hand. It was warm. Just what he needed. "Thank you, [name].." Ryusei looked at you once again. "But are you sure that you don't need it now?"

"Nah. I'm wearing warmer than you and plus I'm on my way to home right now. Just give it back tomorrow, okey? Don't lose it please..." The scarf was important to you since you worked so hard to sew it yourself other day so you were praying that he would lose it.

"I won't. I'll give it to you tomorrow." He reassured you, his voice quiet but sweet. You exchanged farewells before you continued walking the path to your home. While Ryusei watched you until your figure disappeared behind a building, then deciding to finally move from his spot.

I'm sorry! I know this is very short TwT

[simpforchuchu]

Can you please write, shiba like he has a short gf and she is scared of a lot of things. It's Okey if can't. By the way I love your writing 😁

Phobias | Shibaman x reader

a/n: Hello sweetie, I can’t write too often anymore and sorry for being late but it was really fun to write 🥰 I hope you like it 💖 🌸

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of phobias but too fluffy

Shibaman was nervous, he was quickly looking for his girlfriend at school and Tsuji was running after him.

“Where could she be? Do you have any idea ?"

When Tsuji asked with concern, Shiba answered in panic.

“I must, I must have an idea. But not. I'm her boyfriend but-“

“Shiba… Calm down. We need to find y/n before you start blaming yourself again.”

Shiba nodded and headed towards the stairs leading to the rooftop.

Both friends were nervous. One was worried about his girlfriend, the other was worried about his two close friends. Y/n was one of the students of Oya high school. In fact, she was a young girl full of adrenaline who could fight just like the boys. Even though she was small, she had powerful kicks. But y/n had so many phobias. Meaningless to most people, but terrible phobias for her.

Usually when she was scared of something, Shibaman would hug her and wrap her up like a blanket. Shiba's huge body made her feel safe. But today Shiba was late and y/n had to face one of her weird phobias before he arrived.

Balloons... Yes, she was afraid of the colorful balloons that everyone loved. She was afraid of many weird things, and she had logical reasons for them. Just like she found it logical to run away from the balloons because she was afraid of the sound of them popping...

Jamuo didn't know this. When y/n entered school that morning, she panicked when she saw the young boy coming towards her with a balloon in his hand. She usually tried to hide her phobias from everyone. But it wasn't easy. She got scared and ran away from Jamuo.

Jamuo did not understand anything. When Shiba and Tsuji came ten minutes after the incident, he told them what happened, and Shiba started to look for her in panic.

When he went to the rooftop, Shiba sighed when he saw the young girl sitting there on the black sofa with her knees drawn up like a little child.

“Y/n… I finally found you.”

When the young girl raised her head and looked at her boyfriend, it was impossible not to notice her red eyes. Y/n shook her head as Shiba panicked and walked over to her.

“I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.”

When Shiba looked at his girlfriend in surprise, Tsuji was also watching the couple.

“Y/n, I'm the one who should apologize. I'm late, sorry baby. But I'm here, you're safe.”

Y/n knew Shiba was trying to calm her down. But this effort brought tears to her eyes again.

Shibaman quickly sat on the couch and hugged the young girl. He was trying to understand what was happening.

Even though Y/n felt safe when she felt his huge body, she couldn't stop crying.

“Y/n… Look at me darling. What's the problem ? Are you still scared?

Shiba smiled as Y/n looked up at her boyfriend who was speaking to her in a sweet tone. Y/n shook her head.

“I am not scared of anything when you are with me”

The young boy smiled and hugged the girl tighter

“Then please don't cry anymore-“

“I'm crying not because I'm scared, but because you have to deal with me all the time. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-“

“Y/n-“ Shibaman sounded hurt and worried. “I don't see you as a struggle. You are my girlfriend and I will be there whenever you need me.”

When the young girl looked into her boyfriend's eyes, she could see that he was sincere. When Shiba smiled again, y/n smiled and leaned her head against his chest. While Shibaman was leaving a small kiss on her hair, Tsuji looked away and made sure once again that he hated being the third wheel...

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx  @ninamarie1994 @emperorsnero @koala-yuna @little-miss-naill @materialprincess01

[enhafilthandfiction]

oh, im ok! thank you🥰(its a stomach ulcer but its healing now)

can i request a txt reaction where their fat!gf loses too much weight too fast because she literally cant eat anything so now she cant look at herself naked without crying?

TXT's Reaction to when you feel Insecure about your Body

A/N : That's good, I'm glad it's healing 💖 Thankyou for requesting, I hope I understood this request correctly and that I don't upset anyone in any way. If you're struggling with eating disorders my inbox is always open if you want to talk :)) And if you can, please eat, eating doesn't effect appearance or weight, remember that your gorgeous, pretty, beautiful, handsome and bombastic 😍

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Pairing : bf!txt X Fem!reader

Warnings : Mentions of body image, food, reader not liking their appearance, lots of crying, slight angst, (not) eating, txt being very supportive and taking care of reader, Slightly suggestive in soobin's reaction!! Some cursing here and there.

Word count : 2,471 (about 500 words each)

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★ Choi Yeonjun ★

"Y/n! Dinner is ready!" he yelled from downstairs, setting the table and waiting for you to come eat. He had been cooking himself lately, spending more time in the kitchen since he noticed you weren't eating as much.

He thought maybe you were finding it difficult to cook or maybe you just didn't know what to eat. This evening he made your favourite, in hopes that you would eat something. But when you gave no response and didn't show up at the table, he got worried.

He rushed upstairs and knocked softly on you bedroom door, not wanting to startle you. "Y/n, baby, are you okay?" he asked through the door, waiting for your answer.

"Y-yeah, I'm not hungry" you mumbled back weakly, making him pout, he could hear the sadness in your voice. Were you crying?

He opened the door worriedly, inhaling sharply and hoping you don't snap at him. Once he was inside, his eyes landed on your half-naked figure, leaning against the full body mirror, eyes closed as you quietly sobbed.

"Hey, hey baby" he called out, running at you and taking you in his arms "Shh, It's okay, it's alright" he assured, lightly running his hands through your hair, trying to calm you down.

You sobbed rapidly in his chest, hiding your face in his shirt, wetting the thin fabric. He could feel your cold tears against his skin, breaking his heart even further. "Y-you weren't supposed to-" you sob "-to see me like this" your lips quiver, feeling ashamed.

"Shh, calm down baby" he shushes "Wanna tell me what's wrong?" he pulls away, holding your face in his hands as his thumbs swipe away your tears. He smiles sadly at your red eyes and wet lashes.

You were only in your underwear, bra and panties being the only fabrics covering your body. "I -don't like the w-way I look" you sniff, looking at everything but his face, trying to avoid his worried eyes.

"You shouldn't say that baby, you're the prettiest person I've even seen in my whole existence" he compliments honestly.

"But I don't like my body" fresh tears roll down your cheeks "I've gotten so thin suddenly and, and this-, I'm n-not used to this" you explain, stuttering.

"Well I love your body and I don't care about thin or thick, I'd love you just the same" he explains back, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips "I love you Y/n"

You offer him a little smile, "I love you too Junnie" you sigh and hug him back, feeling his arms hug you tight against his body.

"Now I know you can't quite eat at the moment, but please do try" he pleads "And I don't want you staining your pretty face with tears anymore" he scolds, kissing your soft lips once again.

★ Choi Soobin ★

Things were getting heated between you two. You sat on his lap, his big hands holding your waist, lightly grinding you against him. His plush lips were on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. His hands were wandering down to the hem of your hoodie, tugging at it gently.

"Can I take it off?" he asks, breathing heavily below you. You think about it for a second. Your body has changed a lot recently and you worry about what he would think if he saw you naked.

"Y/n? Baby you alright?" he asked you, noticing you zoning out in your thoughts.

"Ughh- yeah, sure" you reply, letting him take off the hoodie, leaving you in your bra. His hands hesitantly pulled of the fabric, noticing the way you dodged his question at the beginning. He payed close attention to your expression once he did, making sure you weren't uncomfortable or anything.

He looked at your unsure expression. "Here, I'll take mine off too" he offers, pulling his tee off his head. He wondered why you were behaving like this since you've did this quite a couple of times already. Did he do something wrong?

He pushed his thoughts away as you lean back in, kissing him a little harder this time. When he places his hands on your bare hips, you audibly whimper, your body squirming, trying to get away from his touch.

Just as his hands are about to reach your thighs, he feels a wet tear against his cheek, immediately pulling away when he notices you crying. "S-shit Y/n, what's the matter baby?" he asks, worried that he did something wrong "Did I make you feel uncomfortable?"

You shake your head no and he visibly relaxes, relief washing over him. "Than what is it sweetheart?" he questions, his hands coming up to stroke your cheek.

"Do I look ugly?" you ask, your hands covering your face, attempting to hide from him.

"What?" he asks back, completely dumbfounded "Why would you say that?"

"My body is u-ugly" you sniff, breathing shakily as your body shudders "I'm sorry Soob, I've lost s-so much weight and it's j-just not me anymore"

He sighs sadly, his arms wrap around your torso as he brings you down onto his larger body, hugging you close as you sob into his bare shoulder. "You don't need to apologize love, it's not your fault you can't eat properly at the moment" he assured, gently petting your hair "I don't mind if you lose weight or gain weight, its just a number anyway"

You breathe deeply as relief washes over you, trying to calm down and stop your tears. You pull away and sniff, his thumbs wiping away your tears. You nod and breathe shakily. "I'm sorry for ruining the moment" you apologize, sniffing once again "I just didn't know how you'd react since my form changed a little" you explain.

"No need to apologize sweetie" he reassures "It's totally fine, actually, do you want to watch a movie instead?" he asks sweetly, rubbing your sides gently.

You nod happily, getting dressed once again and settling under the covers with him as he puts on your favourite movie.

"I love you Y/n"

"I love you too Soobs, thankyou"

★ Choi Beomgyu ★

It was a nice afternoon and you and Beomgyu decided to go to the mall and get some new clothes for you, since he's been complaining about you stealing his shirts.

You went around the whole store, finally picking out some nice-looking shirts that matched your vibe or the he randomly picked out for you because he thought would look good on you.

He grabbed your hand, pulling you to the changing rooms, so you could try them on before buying them. Once you were both in the little cube, his hands were on your hips, his lips on your lips, kissing you deeply.

"Ugh, I missed you so much baby" he whined dramatically after he pulling away, making you playfully roll your eyes at him. You've literally been with him the whole day. "Can I watch you change?" he asked you all of a sudden.

"Woah, that totally didn't sound perverted" you scoff sarcastically. You were starting to feel anxious. You didn't want him to see you like this; half naked, when you couldn't even look at yourself half naked.

"Does that mean I could stay?" he asks hopefully, waiting for your answer.

"Uhh, I don't know Beommie" you admit, suddenly looking down, hoping he wouldn't ask why.

"Why? Do I make you nervous?" he asks joking, poking your sides and flicking his eyebrows up and down. You giggle at his actions but still don't give him an answer.

He suddenly gets serious. "Seriously Y/n, why? Did I do something wrong?" he asks, paying close attention this time.

"No Beommie, it's not that" you trail off, but he looks at you expectantly, encouraging you to continue "It's just that my body changed a l-lot and you might not like what you see"

His eyes widen in disbelief, eyebrows not visible in his fringe. "W-what?" he questions in disbelief "That's so silly Y/n, you know I'd always like you no matter what" he assures, sitting down on the little stool in the fitting room.

"Come here" he pats his thighs, making you sit in his lap. "Hey, I know you weren't able to eat that much lately which is why you've noticed a change in your body, but just know that whatever body type you have, I'll still love you the same, okay?" he assured, placing his hands on your hips and smiling up at you lovingly.

You nodded at him, leaning down to hug him, breathing in his comforting scent in the process. "Now get off me and try on these shirts for me" he ordered "Can you do that for me honey?" he batted his eyelashes at you, pressing s kiss to your forehead before you got up.

He couldn't stop throwing heart-felt compliments at you after every top you tried on, wolf whistling when you took off a top to try on another. "Fuck, I have the sexiest girlfriend"

★ Kang Taehyun ★

It was already about dinner time and you and Taehyun had just arrived home after a whole day at the gym. He loved working out, but especially when you were there; either watching him or working out with him.

You entered the bathroom, ready to take a quick shower when he opened the door, not knowing you were already in there. "Tae!" you quickly grab a towel and cover up your naked body, making him furrow his brows in confusion.

"What's the matter babe?" he asks you "You know this isn't the first time I'm seeing you naked right?" he says rather cockily, smirking at you.

You breathe out shakily. How were you going to tell him? You had changed so much recently, how would he react? Your heart sank at his question.

"Can we shower together?" he questions hopefully. You had already showered quite a couple of times before so it shouldn't be a big deal right??

"Umm" you think about it for a second, watching him as he takes off his top, showing off his ripped body. He was so confident with his body that it made you self conscious. "I don't know" your voice is unsure.

"Oh come on Y/n" he encourages "I won't get soap in your eyes I promise" he's taking his pants off, waiting for your answer.

"You can shower first, it's fine I can wait" you smile, already making your way out the door.

"But I wanna shower with you" He whines, trying his best to convince you. "Showering without you is cold and boring" he complains with a pout. He notices you dodging the action and wonders why.

Your face suddenly turns down into a frown, your eyes welling slightly as you try not to cry in front of him and embarrass yourself. You breathe out shakily, holding back your tears.

"Hey Y/n, it's okay, we don't have to shower together" he assures, giving you some space. "If you want to shower alone it's fine, but please tell me why. Did I do something wrong?" he asks, wanting to know why you've gotten so upset suddenly.

"No Tae, not at all" you mumble "It's just that I'm not as confident with my body" you say, voice laced with sadness and disappointment at yourself.

His heart sinks when he hears you say that. "What do you mean Y/n? You know I love you and your body no matter what" he comforts, now coming closer and embracing you.

"Y-yeah but now my body has changed a little" you explain, burying your face in his firm chest. You breathe in deeply, blocking away the tears.

"I don't care if your body changes or not, it's still your body and I'll always love it" he admits "Plus, I don't love you for your body Y/n"

"But you have such a nice body compared to me" you whine, feeling him hug you closer.

"You know I only work out so I can carry heavy things for you right? The muscles are only a bonus" he explains, making you giggle.

"Ew, you're so sweaty Tyun. You need a shower" you say suddenly.

"I won't shower unless you shower with me" he clarifies stubbornly.

He ends up praising you endlessly, making you blush whilst he gently lathers your gorgeous body up in soap, complimenting each part he washes.

★ Huening Kai ★

The day was finally here. You were seeing Kai after a few months since he's been on tour. You were feeling quite nervous, your body has changed a lot of and you worried about what he'd think. Would he even recognise you?

You were getting ready, when you hear the front door open. You run downstairs in shock, only to be more shocked when you see him at the door, already here.

"Surprise!" he announces, a big smile plastered on his adorable face.

"You're home early" you say, running up to him and giving him a big hug. He can't help but notice a change in your body. You seemed shorter, or perhaps smaller??

He doesn't say anything not wanting to upset you or ruin the mood, being happy to finally see you.

You were glad he hasn't said anything about your appearance. Maybe it was more unnoticeable than you though which is why he hasn't noticed anything yet.

Its only until dinner time when he confronts you about it. He's happy to see you trying to eat, but he wonders if you ate while he was away or if you have been forgetting to eat. He felt upset that he didn't remind you to eat over text.

"Uhh Y/n, have you been eating while I was away?" he asks, making you inhale sharply. You knew he would ask sooner or later.

"Uhh yeah. Well I tried to eat" you admit, watching him frown.

"What do you mean? Were you skipping meals?" he questions again, this time slightly worried than before.

"No no, I wasn't skipping meals, it's just that I wasn't really able to eat these past weeks that's it" you explain, giving him valid reasons to why you weren't eating as much.

He knew you were being truthful, relief taking over him since he was already starting to blame himself.

"I was actually a little worried" you admit "You know, about what you'd think when you saw me again" you explain.

He sighs "Y/n I hope you know that I don't mind your body. You could be short, tall, chubby, thin, I don't really care" he assures "I'm just trying to look out for you, as long as you're healthy it's okay" he smiles again, reaching over the table to hold your hand.

"I love you Y/n. And not just for your body"

"I love you too Kai"

Thankyou for reading!! I really tried to keep with the ask but i think it differed a little 😭 I hope it's still okay tho!

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Waves

Title and chapter loosely inspired by the song “Waves” by Dean Lewis.

Summary: Just when things are going well, everything changes.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2k

A/N: A shorter chapter for good reason. Oh and…I’m sorry about this one (but not really because I’ve been sitting on this since I started writing this story) 😬 Thanks to my editor and beta reader @reginleight 💖

As always, likes are great and all, but comments, reblogs, and feedback are highly appreciated and loved! 🤭

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“Today was a good day,” Aurora smiled, as she sunk into the couch.

“For once, I actually had fun. Even if it was with Hangman.” Bradley chuckled next to her, slipping an arm around her shoulders to bring her into a cuddle.

The two were sitting on the couch outside on the backyard porch after eating a late dinner with Peyton and Lucille. Peyton had gone to sleep while Lucille had gone to shower, leaving them to catch up with each other.

“Speaking of Hangman, I saw you two talking,” Bradley brought up.

“He wanted to apologize for, you know, the whole situation that had gone down.”

“Yeah, he apologized to me too before the game.”

“I’m glad he did,” she replies.

“So Mav and Mama Pen. Again.” Bradley brings up.

“I can’t believe dad tried to sneak out through the window like a teenager. It was honestly so funny to see. Peyton’s going to lose his mind tomorrow when he’s sober and realizes what happened.”

“Speaking of, I believe I am owed $20,” Bradley smirks.

Aurora groans. “I’ll give it to you later. If only they could have gotten together a few more weeks later.”

“I’m surprised they even got together again as fast as they did.”

“It’s always like that whenever they see each other again,” Aurora shrugs. “I just hope this time, it works out. They’re soulmates, just waiting for the right timing.”

Bradley hums at that. He always believed that’s what he and Aurora were as well, soulmates that couldn’t be together until the timing was right.

They hit a lull in their conversation before Aurora spoke up again.

“I’m worried, Bradley.”

Bradley turned to her in concern. “About what?”

“This mission. It sounds dangerous, and I’m worried about you.”

“You think I can’t do it?”

“It’s not that, I know you can do it,” she reassures him. “Your profile shows that you have the capabilities for this mission.”

“You looked at my profile?”

“Not important,” she cuts him off. He chuckles before letting her continue.

“I’m worried that your emotions will cloud your judgment. I’m scared you won’t come back home. I just can’t, I can’t lose you B, I can’t I–”

“Woah, woah, deep breath princess, c’mon breathe,” Bradley tries to calm her down before she gets too worked up. He put his hands on both sides of her face, getting her to look into his eyes. 

“I’m right here Aurie, I’m not leaving you. I promised you I’m not going anywhere.” 

Aurora’s memory flooded with a flashback from when Bradley had made that promise to her after their fight that one time.

“I was so afraid I was gonna lose you B,” she whispers softly. They were sitting on the front porch of the Bradshaw's Virginia home, snow was falling and it was Christmas Eve. She had almost lost him in a car accident.

“Oh, darling.” Bradley brings her into a hug and she hugs him back tightly, arms wounding around his neck.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, princess.”

“You remembered?” Aurora whispers. He lightly chuckles, before answering.

“Of course. I remember everything with you, princess.”

He removes his hands from her face before tugging down the collar of his shirt and bringing up the chain with his dog tags and his pendant.

“Remember what you got engraved here?”

She smiles, before reaching out to touch and admire it.

“Always Flying Home.”

“And I am keeping my promise. I will always fly home to you. You are my home, Ro. Nothing will ever change that.”

Aurora looked into his eyes and saw the same love and adoration she always saw whenever he looked at her. She loved that look, the look that was made for her and only her. 

He cups her cheek before pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. She relished the feeling of his lips and blushed. 

They smiled at each other before Bradley withdrew his arm and went back to cuddling her. She buries into his side and sighs.

“Just promise me something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“After this mission is over, I want you and dad to talk. I know he pulled your papers and you’re still angry about it, but you can’t hold that hatred in for the rest of your life, B.”

Bradley sighs before giving in.

“Fine. I promise to talk to Mav when all this is said and done.”

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, princess.” 

Aurora smiles happily. Everything was well.

Her mom and dad were giving it another chance and she had a good relationship with her little sister. She had her best friend and brother living with her, living closely with her aunts and uncles a few minutes away from them, and her best girl friend just a couple of hours away from her. She had new friends that she truly felt she could be herself around.

She wanted to freeze everyone in that moment forever. 

But unfortunately, life never gave her that moment. 

—

The beach day seemed to be what everyone needed but as soon as they were back in the classroom going over the maneuvers needed for the mission, everyone was tense. This mission was far more dangerous than they had thought.

Especially after Maverick told them the next phase in the mission, about pulling 9 G's minimum, which worried all the pilots.

Currently, Bradley was listening on the radio in the ready room as Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote were going through the course. It wasn’t until Maverick was following them did it all go downhill from there.

“Blue team, that’s a fail.”

“Level out, Coyote.” No response came from him.

“Coyote, do you copy? Coyote, come in,” Maverick calls out to Coyote.

Everyone in the room soon quiets because he wasn’t replying.

“Oh God, he’s in G-Loc,” Maverick says. In the room, Jake stands up and starts pacing around, anxiously listening to what was going on and hoping that his best friend would recover from G-Loc soon.

“I’m going after him,” Maverick maneuvers his F-18 to follow Coyote’s. 

“C’mon give me tone, give me tone, give me tone,” he mutters, praying that Coyote snaps out of it soon.

“Coyote, c’mon, wake up,” Bradley hears Jake whisper. 

“Damnit, Coyote! Pull up, pull up!” Maverick yells out.

A few seconds pass by before hearing Maverick speak out again.

“Coyote, you okay? You okay?” Maverick worriedly asks him.

“I’m okay. I’m good,” Coyote answers, after trying to catch his breath.

Jake releases the breath he didn’t know he was holding, while the rest of the room starts to breathe easily after that close call.

“Good, good. That’s enough for today,” Maverick announces. He was so worried he was going to lose Coyote for a second there. 

“That was close,” Phoenix proclaims, flying behind Maverick.

“Too close,” Maverick sighs. 

Then a few seconds later, birds flew into Phoenix's F-18, and all hell broke loose, just as they thought they were in the clear. 

“Bird strike! Bird strike!” Maverick called out, but it was too late. Phoenix’s left engine was on fire, and the plane was starting to go down. 

Phoenix was desperately trying to save it, while Bob was calling out the system mechanics, saying that the right engine was out.

Bradley worriedly listens to the radio, hoping Phoenix and Bob ejects on time.

“You can’t save it! Eject, eject!” Maverick yells to them. Phoenix and Bob both yell that they were ejecting.

Soon a boom was heard, and the room that Bradley stood in suddenly went silent.

—

Bradley sits in the ready room, staring at his dad’s old class Top Gun photo. How he almost came close to losing Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote in one day. How he almost lost his dad.

He was angry, and overcome with so much emotion. He knew he promised Aurora to stay calm, but he couldn’t. He was upset.

Maverick walks in and notices Bradley sitting, staring at the photo.

“They’ll keep Phoenix and Bob in the hospital overnight, for observation. They’re gonna be okay,” Maverick says to Bradley.

Bradley takes a breath before responding. “That’s good.” A few seconds pass before Bradley speaks up again.

“I’ve never lost a wingman.”

“You’re lucky. Fly long enough, it will happen. There will be others.”

Maverick soon turns to walk away. But before he can leave, Bradley speaks up.

“Easy for you to say. You fly like you have no family. No wife. You didn’t even get to see your kids grow because you were busy flying for the Navy. Dad left so he can spend time with mom and I. At least he had someone to mourn him if he had burned in. What would the twins even say if you burned in? Would they even mourn for their absent father?”

Bradley’s words hit him hard. He knew the twins always hated when he left because to him, the Navy was all he had.

When Peyton and Aurora were born, he thought he could do both, be a naval aviator, and a dad. He didn’t want to give up either.

But it turns out, he gave more priority to the Navy, something he had regretted after the twins had already grown up and started their own career paths.

Maverick knew Bradley’s emotions were getting to him, and that the words he said were hurtful.

“Go home. Just get some sleep,” Maverick ignores his words. He tries to walk out once again.

“Why’d you pull my papers at the academy?” Bradley stands up from his chair before turning to Maverick angrily. “Why did you stand in my way?!”

“You weren’t ready,” Maverick admits.

“Ready for what, huh?” Bradley huffs, walking towards Maverick. Maverick turns to face him. “Ready to fly like you?”

“No, ready to forget the book,” Maverick exclaims. “Trust your instincts, don’t think, just do! You think up there, you’re dead. Believe me.” 

“My dad believes in you. Aurora believes in you. I’m not going to make that mistake,” Bradley tells him.

Bradley felt betrayed by Maverick pulling his papers, believing he wasn’t ready to be a naval aviator. He wasn’t about to be fooled by him again.

All he wanted was to make his father, his mother, his godfather, and Aurora and Peyton proud. 

Bradley and Maverick were still huffing, chest to chest, until Warlock walked in.

“Maverick,” Warlock calls out. 

They turned and saw the dejected look on his face.

“Is it Ice?” Maverick whispers, to which Warlock shook his head.

Warlock was about to speak up before Peyton showed up behind him, tears in his eyes.

Peyton walks closer to the two before uttering the next few words that broke both men in that moment.

“It’s Aurora.”

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Hi once again!

If you'd like to answer one more from me what about Helia x Nozel and Josele x Morgen (since I'm reading about them lately and i'm quite compelled) 💕

Aaaaaaahhhhh! Nozelia! My first ship in the fandom (still holds a special place in my heart since it was my starting place… 💖).

Oh but also Morgsele (yes I answered about it yesterday but I wanna gush moooore~)!

Thank you for asking Lola, now let me answer!

Nozel x Helia

Okay, I'll be honest, Nozelia is 50/50 makes sense and doesn't make sense. Nozel is super proper and disciplined while Helia is untamed, silly, and airheaded. They're opposites in every way and yet they find their way to each other. The main means for them to connect is Helia taking the initiative to send Nozel letters updating him on Noelle's situation in the Black Bulls and it takes some time before Nozel starts replying.

But still, their relationship is so compelling. Helia has the freedom and optimism that Nozel lacks because of his position and history. Helia is open with her love of her family while Nozel is on the struggle bus for that, so he'd envy that in her. And Helia knows Nozel is unnecessarily cold but still wants to become someone disciplined like him since for so long, she's just been living without much thought. I'm also compelled by the contrast they have. Nozel is pale and Helia has lovely tanned skin. Nozel is silver and Helia is gold. He has a metal-based magic (and I always associate metal with civilization and technology, even in this case) and she has a plant-based magic (plants are the wild). Opposites attract, babyyyyyyyy~!

.....

Morgen x Josele

Now I've talked about this ship before but I'm gonna go for it again.

MAKES SENSE AND COMPELS ME!

Morgen is the squishy wizard while Josele is the martial warrior. But Morgen learned a spell to make weapons because of Josele and Josele does what she can to fight with her magic. I'm made super soft by the way the two of them love basically everything about each other. Josele always knew she was different from the noble girls that Morgen was surrounded by. But Morgen adores her rough hands, her strong arms, and her simple beauty. Josele loves Morgen's bedhead and the joy of brushing it out, his long finger with their gentle touch, and the dimples on his face when he smiles so wide. They bring out the best in each other. I am also compelled by how silly they can be, getting absorbed in their own little world. I'm just too soft for them!

[mymxnfgh]

Can i request for a dg or james x reader?

Where the reader is basically a better version of eugene who is on james's side and brings powerful allies on his side. The reader is a simp or big fan of his since their high school days and thinks he can do no wrong (the reader stops him if he ever do something too wrong that could get him in trouble)

James also have a soft spot for the reader since their high school days and has been always protecting her from bullies, weirdos, and even his fans! (Can their relationship be open like its not a secret and everyone knows of it)

I saw this requested to someone else and liked this idea a lot😋

Thank you for your precious time!❤️

Awww that’s such a cute idea! Tysm for the ask! I will try my best! 💖💕

James Lee/DG xReader (Highschool sweethearts)

"DG...! What have you been doing ?" you sigh as you look at the pink haired man with worried eyes.

"Nothing, really..." he shrugs avoiding your gaze

Seeing how you weren't really convinced by that he tries to reassure you: "No need to be worried!".

A sigh once again escapes your lips, as you shake your head not knowing what to do with him.

"Don't go off fighting so many people again, you're not James Lee anymore but DG, the Kpop Idol! Seriously..."

" I'll keep that in mind..."

It was true. Once the infamous first generation legend, now a popular rising star in the Entertainment industy. You've known him since his highschool days and accompanied him until now, you could count yourself as one of the -if not the most- closest people to him.

Yet you still have little to no idea as to what is going on in his head...he's just that unpredictable.

"You must've had a rough day I shouldn't be scolding you right immediately after you come home, should I?"

"Well I did meet someone interesting today. Daniel Park..." he grins

Jesus, that smile could melt thousands of hearts, especially the heart of a fan, and you were one of his fans. One of his biggest fans.

"Daniel Park? Isn't he still a high school student? Oh but then again you were also pretty different in high school, huh?"

"I was..."

"But not anymore so get some rest! You have a fan meeting later..."

"I do? How annoying..."

"Come on. Don't be like that! Your popularity has been rising a lot and you're extremely popular with female fans! Shouldn't you be happy?"

"..."

The look he gave you was a slight pout and he looked somewhat hurt.

"...fine whatever"

"Hmph what's with your attitude? Remember not to be late!"

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"DG! DG! OH MY GOD I'M A BIG FAN"

"DG! Sir! Do you have anything to say about-...?! What´s you'r opinion on -..."

It was noisy. Really noisy. You liked DG a lot but being close to him also meant a lot of publiv attention. Attention you don't need nor want.

"Miss! Is it true, that the two of you are dating?!"

Not this again.

"Excuse me... it is true, but I don't really feel comfortable with-"

Another reporter interrupted you, once again asking a bunch of questions.

DG seemed unfazed by all the chaos though. He always remained calm and rarely lost his composure.

"She isn't comfortable with answering your questions so please be a little more respectful. "

Wow... had it been any other Idol they'd gotten into big trouble but it was DG. You had to admit that he was truly amazing.

"How did you two get together?! Who fell for who first!!" the questions just kept piling up

"I-...well..." all this attention on you was a bit much. It's always like this, whenever DG made any public appearances.

Knowing how the questions bothered you, he shifted his body in front of you, blocking you from the reporters while smiling politely.

"I fell first, I confessed first, (Y/N) was a fan but we've known each other since highschool. This should be enough, right?"

That was a lie. You confessed first, but it was true that you've known each other since highschool. As for who fell first...

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Nighttime was always very relaxing. Away from all the noise and chaos. Lying in DGs arms and listening to his peaceful breath as his chest slowly rises up and down.

A few rays of moonlight fall through the curtain, highlighting his beautiful features.

"Say...did you really fall for me first?"

"...? What a stupid question. Is that really important?"

"Quit teasing me. It is important!"

"I don't see why that should matter"

"Well... I just wanted to know" you look away slightly embarssed

A soft chuckle.

"Pfft... Well if you really want to know~ I fell for you that time when we were together in the library"

"Oh...that time..."

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"No, no you got it all wrong...again!"

You rarely saw James Lee, the model student lose his composure. But that wasn't a surprise either, after all he's been tutoring you for more than 5 hours now and you're still at the first exercise.

He sighed as he gently rubbed his temples

"It's not that hard, look you just have to..."

You weren't listening at all. And who could blame you? Honestly he was just too attractive that hardly anyone would be able to focus in his presence!

"...it's not that hard is it?"

"What...? I-...I'm sorry"

"You didn't get it? For the 78th time now..."

"No that's not it..." Gosh he looked good even when he was annoyed.

"Then what is it?" He clicks his tongue, revealing his sharp little fangs.

"Is the question too hard? Or was the explanation not good enough? It shouldn't be like this"

No...it's just that he was "...too damn handsome!"

"Excuse me?"

"I... I mean..."

Damn. Did you just say that out loud?

"You-…you know you're good looking..."

"And that's the reason why you can't focus?"

There was a hint of mockery in his voice but you couldn't care less about that.

"mhm and what about it?“

"Well then let's stop for today...it seems like I’m not a suitable tutor for you"

You were a perceptive person and although he seemed annoyed as he was packing his stuff you notice something peculiar.

His ears were red as a tomato. And although he said he wasn't a "suitable tutor" he still continued to help you with your school-work everyday, and with a little more patience from that day on.

︴

"Haha so that explains why..."

"Explains why what?"

Explains why he would be especially patient with you, why he would be a bit kinder to you and why his ears were always of a crimson color.

"Nothing haha you're just really...adorable"

His face lights up in surprise, gently raising an eyebrow.

"...let's go to sleep now"

He turns his back toward you and once again, behind his seemingly annoyed demeanor you're able to catch a glimpse of his fiery red ears.

Alright~ I hope that wasn't too OOC haha DG is a really interesting character but i’m not too familiar with him so I wasn’t really sure with how to write him 😅 But I did have lots of fun writing this! Thank you so much once again for requesting this!💕💖💗

[miramizar]

Hello! Your Secret Santa Again ❄️ Many apologies for the long silence I hope you're doing well!

Thank you for the Exo vid recommendations in your last answer! I haven't seen that many of the concert stages yet and both the ones you named were amazing!! that acoustic medley though!! But since you asked, right now my favorite stages are... maybe the 2019 Smtown in Japan Gravity and the KBS awards For Life?

You also picked the sweetest Suho moments, very fun to revisit. <3 Our leader really puts his heart into everything he does. I haven't started his drama yet either although it looked exciting! I have been watching Xiumin's ceo-dol mart, I just have the last couple episodes left. What have you been watching lately?

My favorite bbh moments... are many lol. I love the late night car ride lives he was doing for a while just singing and driving.

Favorite Kyunsoo songs... all of Empathy? I also really like Wonder off the new album.

I don't know that I have a SHINee bias, I feel like it changes every day but I adore them all. For WayV either Ten or Kun (speaking of lovable dorky leaders).

I like SuJu as well (so many good songs!!) I haven't heard any VIXX- what's your song rec? For Pentagon now is probably a rough time to get into them haha but I would recommend looking up Shine and Naughty Boy those are my favorites, or maybe Daisy or Dr. Bebe if you like a more intense concept.

I am not really a true horror fan but I really like the sort of offbeat gothic creepiness (think Addams Family or SHINee Married to the Music energy) and I like having a season to play that up. I don't have any halloween plans, but I decorated! What about you? Do you celebrate Halloween?

Re: your present, I wanted to ask if there was anything specific you might want? I mostly do digital art, but I can also do traditional drawing, moodboards, edits...I already have some ideas, but lmk if there's anything you had in mind!

Talk soon! <3

Hi!! ❣️ Oh it's definitely okay! And please accept my apologies as well - it's been rather hectic lately and I didn't have wi-fi for a bit and I caught a small cold etc. so I took way longer to answer you than I intended to... I hope that this doesn't make you feel too stressed about my gift? I'd love to receive anything really - I did pick fanart on the sign-up sheet, but I like all the options you mentioned so please feel free to do whatever you feel inspired to do! ✨

How have you been since our last talk? Hearing about you decorating during Halloween made me smile (>v<)🧡 I don't celebrate it myself, (I've been getting ready to celebrate Advent instead hahah) but I do like the aesthetic of it somewhat? And I get what you mean about the Shinee/Addams vibe! There's some humour to the creepiness, which is really nice! ✨ Still, I have to admit that I like watching/listening to darker horror movies/tales in every once in a while, especially if the stories are good (>v<;)

Oh, don't mention it! I'm just happy to hear that you liked those stages as well 💗 and you picked some great ones too! I tend to forget to look for SMTown videos and rewatch the music show stages for some reason, but now I have the perfect opportunity to do so 💫

Aahfbdf your kind words has me smiling really wide over here (>///<)💖 He really does, and I love and admire him so much for it 💕 I'd love to talk to you about Myeon's drama when we get to watch it! And I'd also love to hear what you thought about Xiu's drama - I've seen some gifsets from it and it looks fun! ✨ Sadly I haven't been able to watch anything lately, but I really want to get back into it! (>^<) I've been playing some Ni no Kuni though, maybe that counts ahah

That's a lovely answer! I also love his spontaneous lives where he's just being himself, it's so genuine somehow 💖 You also picked some great songs of Soo's, I can't help but agree with you on loving the entire "Empathy" album! 💚 I have to ask you a hard question now - what is your favourite Baek album? And favourite songs sung by him?

I understand that! They're a bunch of lovable dorks, who's not to adore? (the same goes for pretty much all the groups hahah)💕 I think it's the same with me regarding WayV though, I also gravitate towards Ten and Kun whenever I stop to think about my bias (>w<;)

ooh you're also an elf? I have to ask about the songs you think are good then ahdfbf 🎵Thank you for the Pentagon recommendations! I actually heard Shine and Dr Bebe before, I just forgot? I do like both though! And Naughty boy is so cute, while Daisy really is more intense - but definitely my style! 💗 For Vixx, I got into them thanks to Fantasy, and I still think of it as a favourite along with Shangri-La and Hyde - I like their dark concept, but at the same time some of their gentler songs are the sweetest I've ever heard, like Love letter and The rain! ��

Thank you for answering all my questions so far, and I'm sorry again for taking so long to reply - I really enjoy reading your messages and I look forward to talking to you again soon ❣️ Take care!!

[softtdaisy]

Hey girlie, once again congrats on your 600 followers! 💖 In honor of that, I shall follow the writing prompt guide.

"Say you'll see me again, even if it's just pretend " ~Wildest Dreams, Taylor Swift. Actress!Reader x Ben Barnes (this song screams Ben to me idk why) I imagine the situation to be exactly like in the music video where they're co-stars who fell in love during filming together but refuses to confess (slight angst but you can end it however you'd like) 💜

_wildest dreams

ben barnes x female!reader

based on: wildest dreams by taylor swift

words: 916

a/n: thank you for this request, writing about one of my favorite song from taylor was amazing!! i love this idea i hope you will too, thank you again 💛

Join my 600 followers celebration 💛

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You couldn’t believe the shooting was done. Six months on the West Coast, enjoying the sun and wearing beautiful outfits. Six months of relationship with Ben Barnes. And now it was over.

Being Ben’s co-star was something you could never have dreamt of. He was this charismatic, magnetic and electric man, the kind you only fantasized about. Not the kind you actually get to spend time with. The kind you get to kiss in front of the cameras. Not once they were all shut down. When you got casted, you thought it would be impossible not to fall for this magnificent man that could seduce you with a simple smile. And you were right. You only needed a few days to dream about him at night. About his hands on your body, like they were during the shooting of the day.

But you never thought that these few days was all Ben also needed to fall for you. He heard your name in the past. He basically knew nothing about you or your life, except for the fact that you were beautiful. And that he wanted to kiss those perfect lips of yours. When he met you on set the first day, he did everything he could to sound polite. Like a pure gentleman he took your hand and kissed it. “To six months of pure pleasure by your side.”He said with a flirty voice he couldn't hold. He wanted to see if you were attracted. And you were both trapped since that moment. 

When he said those words. When you look up with charming eyes.

You guessed the team knew about this, but nobody ever talked to you about your relationship with Ben. No matter how obvious it could be. When you walked on set with the shirt, he had the last day. When he had lipstick stains on his neck. When you both blushed when people made remarks about co-stars falling in love.

Love…was it really this? Was it love to look at him like he was the most beautiful man in the world? Was it love to wish to spend all your day by his side, even if you weren’t doing anything else than cuddling? Was it love to thank the universe for another day with him? Was it love the way Ben was always looking for your hand when you were outside, like he needed to be sure you wouldn’t run away from him? You didn’t know. You never say it. 

And you thought that tonight was too late to realize it was, indeed, love.

So here you were, hiding during the big party organized to celebrate the end of the shooting. You needed a moment alone to accept it was over. It was like a perfect bubble full of happiness that someone decided to break. You knew it would happen, but it didn’t hurt to hope it wouldn’t. Or at least, it hasn't hurt until now.

“You’re avoiding me, love?” you heard a dark voice in your back. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You heard him too many times these past months to recognize him in a second. Ben was terribly handsome tonight in his full black outfit, making his dark hair and dark eyes even more mesmerizing. He didn’t look like Prince Charming. He looked like the perfect villain. The one that made you fall in love with him only to use you and break you. God, how you would let him use you one more time.

You didn’t answer him and let him take place by your side. You were now both looking at the sunset reflecting on the water. It was a beautiful and peaceful image. The opposite of what was going on inside your head and heart right now. You looked over at him while he was drinking his champagne. The view on Adam's apple made you gasp. You tried to contain yourself, but it was hard to not jump on such an attractive man.

“Will you remember me?” you finally asked, drinking your own cup of champagne to find the courage and assume your question. Ben turned to you, to look at you. You were amazing in this dress. It was flattering your body, making you look like a movie star. Which you were, obviously. But the kind that becomes legend with their iconic look. You were just like that. He loved how rosier your cheeks were. Because of the champagne, or maybe the weather that was still hot at this hour. He didn’t care about the reason. He only cared about the result.

Ben left his hand up to caress your skin and you closed your eyes for a few seconds, enjoying his touch. You were craving it like he wasn’t in your bed last night. “Like I could ever forget about you.” he whispered, still trying to memorize every single trait of your face. You opened your eyes again, and you let yourself believe it was it. That in his black eyes you could see true love. 

You had no idea if you imagined it. If Ben truly loved you or if it was just your mind making new hopes. But when he proposed his hand to you, to follow him inside, you decided that for tonight it would be love. Maybe tomorrow it won’t be.

Maybe tomorrow Ben will ask you to leave with him.

But you’ll see tomorrow. For tonight, it was just you and Ben. 

[kaiwewi]

im hooked on guilty conscience have some fries 🍟🍟🍟

Aww, and I'm hooked on all the lovely comments and feedback 💖💕 Thank you for the fries!! I shall humbly offer you ~1,000 words of fluffy nonsense - Villain and the little hero bonding over a silly childhood story 😎

Guilty Conscience #9

[Masterlist: Renegade Rescue Squad] [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8]

Synopsis: Villain reads through his chats and ends up sharing an embarrassing childhood story with the hero.

tw: talk about captivity

When the little hero didn’t say anything else and the silence became thick enough to choke on, Villain pulled out his phone and began reading through his chats in earnest.

Henchman had replied to his message with an “On my way”, a “Harper is coming too”, and a thumbs-up emoji; and though he didn’t need confirmation he could still count on Henchman, the gesture did make breathing easier.

As expected, Doc’s messages were requests for supplies.

Supervillain’s message was likely something he didn’t have the stomach for at the moment, so he read through Bax’s chat next…

“Henchman said you're working with Other Villain?! Really???? You’ve lost your fucking mind!!”

“Where r u?”

“I sure hope you’re not ignoring me ”

“Villain wtf”

“Villain answer your stupid phone!!”

“HELLO?! 😡😡😡”

“You little renegade if you don’t talk to us immediately I’m going to make sure you regret every choice you ever made in your damn life!!!!!”

“I swear, if you blocked me…”

“If you don’t call right this instant I’ll tell everyone the slug story”

“Haha! Too late!! We’re all making fun of you now 😈 that’s what you get for being a shit brother”

“F u Slugboy”

He rubbed a hand across his face. Ugh, Bax was angry all right. He might as well start looking for a shovel and dig himself a pit to go die in.

He looked up, caught the hero craning their neck to get a glimpse of his phone, and quickly turned the screen away from their prying eyes. Though not fast enough, apparently.

“Why are they calling you ‘Slugboy’?”

Ah dammit. “It’s… a stupid story…”

Because, once upon a time, he’d been a ten-year-old idiot brat who’d thought it was unfair his older sister got to hang out with her clique while he had to help their mum in the garden. Because he’d felt left out whenever Bax spent time with her teenager friends. And maybe also because he’d had this little crush on her friend Alex.

Fuelled by spite and a need for attention, he’d thought it would be hilarious to steal away with the half-full slug bucket and throw slugs at Bax and her friends.

Well. It had been funny. For all but the 2 minutes it had taken Bax to catch him.

He’d never forget Bax’s cruel smirk as she’d grabbed him and, with her friends’ assistance, dunked him face-first into the slug bucket.

“And that,” he concluded, “is how Bax and her friends came to call me ‘Slugboy’ for a few months. But they dropped it when one of the boys in the neighbourhood picked up on it and started making fun of me. Bax was furious – something about siblings having exclusive rights to bullying each other – and whatever she did to the poor guy, he never even looked my way again afterwards.”

He smiled. Despite the fights and petty jibes, Bax had always had his back when it mattered.

The hero watched him with a sort of eager fascination, like they were actually interested in his silly childhood anecdotes. Or perhaps they merely needed the distraction as much as he did. “The slugs… did you get them in your mouth?”

He cringed. With a shudder and a grimace, he nodded. Oh, he’d had slug slime in his mouth, in his nose, in his ears…

“Yuck!” The little hero gave one of those gleeful sorry-not-sorry laughs. “Did you swallow any? What did they taste like?”

Slimy, bitter, and acrid.

“I didn't, fortunately. But they taste like humiliation,” – a crooked smile played on his lips – “and two hours of retching, with Mum giggling in the background telling me I deserve it.”

He shared a chuckle with the hero, but they fell silent again and the conversation died.

Opening Angel’s chat, he was greeted by the image of a bemused-looking dog with a caption reading “new EMT on first shift: ‘It sure is quiet tonight’”.  Yeah, not only on the first shift…

Next was a picture showing Angel and Supervillain – Angel with his way too innocent-looking face and Supervillain with an uncharacteristic softness to their sharp features – posing on a hill with the cityscape in the background. The subsequent message read “This is already the fifth time we’re hanging out this month! Locations seem kinda romantic? You know, sunsets and stuff… Think they might be into me, or am I imagining things?”

Hm, perhaps Supervillain did look a tad… smitten.

He scrolled to the next message and tsked. Stupid Bax…

“B just told us the FUNNIEST story… Slugboy 🐌 (yeah I know that's not a slug but they didn't have a slug emoji 😒)”

“Wait, made you a meme. Lol check this out”

One look at the image – a slug donning a crudely-rendered digital likeness of the jacket he was currently wearing – and its caption “I didn’t choose the slug life. The slug life chose me” was all it took to make him burst into an odd mix of laughter and tears.

The hero regarded him for a long moment, then asked, “are you like this with all your prisoners?”

His small bubble of merriment burst and he sobered. “Hey, you’re not a prisoner – not mine and not anybody else’s. I can promise you that much.”

“And you expect me to trust you.”

“I don’t expect anything.” But he'd still like them to feel safe.

The little hero gave a thoughtful hum, fiddling with the power-suppressor bracelet Other Villain had put on one of their wrists. With their powers locked away, it was no surprise the hero still considered themself a captive. Unfortunately, Other Villain hadn’t conveniently carried the key around in their pockets, so the only way that cuff was coming off was by getting the hero back to base and bribing Thief into picking the lock.

“Kid, I swear, you won’t be wearing that for much longer.”

The hero glowered, no less torrid than the glare they’d given Other Villain. “Dude, if I choose to trust you and you turn out to be just another useless adult who'll let me down the second I give them a chance, I won't forgive you.”

He nodded, feeling a bit queasy. Since the beginning of the week, he’d only managed to disappoint pretty much everyone important in his life. With a track record like that, what could possibly go wrong…

Well, all the more reason he couldn't afford to screw this up.

Next to him, the hero suddenly began to snicker. “Heh, Slugboy.”

[Part 10]

[genshin-impact-writings]

Hello! Congrats on your 700 followers you deserve them all & so many more💖 you’re a wonderful writer & I love reading your works🥺💕 I hope I’m doing this right haha, for your event could I request number 7 from the fluff prompts with diluc? Thank you so much & I hope you’re having a great day!💖

Thank you so much, that's so sweet of you! <3 My apologies that it took me so long to get to your request, I really hope you're still interested in this and like what I came up with. Have a great day too! <3

Prompt: fluff, 7: “You’re lucky I like you.” (700 followers event: Mystery Prompts)

If I lay here – Diluc x gn!reader (fluff)

When Diluc returned back home, the silence in the house was both a welcome change from the noise of battle he had fought just half an hour before and a sad reminder that he had once again come back in the middle of the night and with that, way too late to see you. You had probably gone to bed hours ago, alone, just like yesterday and the day before and-

Diluc shook his head. Enough of this already. You knew exactly why he was coming home so late almost every night, and you had never, not even once, blamed him for it. Still, he knew that you’d have every reason to be mad at him. He barely had spent time with you over the past few days, always busy with managing the winery and the tavern or dealing with the constant shenanigans of the Abyss Order that still threatened Mondstadt – and with that, you as well. And he had sworn to himself long ago that he’d rather die than allowing anyone to harm the people he loved and cared about. It really was a fortunate coincidence that you were so understanding and supportive, even if it meant that you had to spend the majority of your time without him.

All of that didn’t stop him from feeling guilty, though.

Every time Diluc returned back home and things were so quiet that he could almost hear the blood coursing through his body, he couldn’t act like it didn’t bother him that he was neglecting you and your relationship like that. You had reassured him countless times that it was fine, that you understood why he was fighting this seemingly never-ending battle but in moments like this, Diluc just found it hard to believe that you still wanted to be with him. That you were still happy.

But if you weren’t, you surely wouldn’t have stayed with him for that long. Right?

Diluc sighed. There really was no point in worrying about things like that. You made your own decisions and if he was what you wanted, who was he to question that choice? And it wasn’t like he wanted you to go. No, it was more the fact that it was truly astonishing that you still loved him, despite everything he had done wrong in the past – and would continue to do wrong in the future.

The next second, a smile flashed over his face. He knew exactly what you would have said if you knew what he was thinking right now. You would have called him an idiot, reminding him that he truly wasn’t as horrible as he thought he was before pulling him in for a hug. And if he was being completely honest, a hug really didn’t sound too bad right now.

With that thought in mind, he made his way up the stars and to the bathroom to wash the blood off and change into more comfortable clothes before crawling into bed where you were sound asleep right next to him. Careful not to wake you up, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, just as he did every night. “Sweet dreams, love.”

“You’re back late,” you replied sleepily as you shuffled closer to him to wrap an arm around his waist and to rest your head on his shoulder – almost as if you knew exactly that he could need some cuddles to relax. He shifted a bit to make your current position more comfortable for you. “I’m sorry,” he whispered back. “Did I wake you up?”

“Mh,” you hummed. “But that’s okay.”

“I’m glad you don’t mind. How was your day?”

You didn’t reply right away. Instead, you unsuccessfully tried to suppress a yawn before answering, “The same old. But I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he admitted without a second of hesitation. Every time he had to be away from you, it felt like an important part of him was missing, as pathetic as it sounded. You were his safe haven, the only one who could make this house feel like home again. Maybe one day, he’d try to put his feelings into words. But for now, it was enough for him to feel you snuggling up to him as he cradled you. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“You’re lucky I like you,” you mumbled and sighed, a quiet, content noise, when Diluc’s lips brushed against your forehead again. “You know I can get very mad when someone disturbs my sleep.”

He chuckled quietly. “Yeah, I’ve heard that. You should get back to sleep, then. I wouldn’t want to try your patience.”

You hummed in response and closed your eyes, indulging in the pure bliss you always felt when Diluc held you in his arms like that. Nothing, not even finally beating him in a game of chess after losing for months, would ever feel as good as being able to fall asleep with him by your side, you were sure.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it, please ocnsider reblogging and/or leaving some feedback. I'd appreciate the support. <3

Taglist: @the-gayest-sky-kid @shanmie @stunningstratagem

[charming-2d-boys]

Hii😚 Can i request some fluffly Hisoka headcannons where he found out he was really really in love with the reader and he realized that they weren't just toys or like any other partner ? Plsss i love your writting 😔🙏🏻💖

Ooooh, this is so cute 😍

Fluffy Hisoka = BEST Hisoka

Thank you for the request and I hope you’ll forgive me for my lateness! 🙇

Warning: allusion to and/or mentions of intercourse

of course, when you and Hisoka started seeing each other, you were pretty certain that it wouldn’t last

Hisoka thought it would just be a fling of a few days, maybe weeks or months, if you really were lucky

honestly, you thought the same, especially because it was something between FWB and hang out buddies

you were mentally prepared to get dumped, either by a text message, face to face by Hisoka with a cruel smile on his face or just...left behind without even as little as a goodbye

in short, you were both just waiting for the moment when you’d be able to call yourselves single once more

only that it didn’t...really happen

weeks and months passed by and you and Hisoka were still meeting up - hanging out, going to try new foods, seeing new places and...having fun

you thought it was weird when you went to one of his matches at Heavens Arena

no, it wasn’t the fact that he invited you to see him compete and destroy another overly-confident and probably weak opponent

that had happened more times that you could count, since Hisoka prided on the fact that he was never actually defeated

what was weird was the fact that you got invited to spend the night...without actually doing anything remotely FWB-ish

after dinner following Hisoka’s victory, you two went to his apartment and well, you started getting ready for what he called “his favourite part of spending time with you”

only to feel yourself get picked up and taken to the bathroom, where you were sure he’d initiate something

...he didn’t

you two only had a pretty relaxing shower together, just listening to Hisoka babble about his next opponent and what his last victory entailed

even afterwards, when you were pretty much carried to bed and the lights were turned off, you made yourself comfortable on the bed, expecting Hisoka to start the usual foreplay consisting of teasing you

again, it doesn’t happen

instead, he also gets comfortable and pulls you into his arms, sighing as he starts relaxing

“Umm, Hisoka?”

“Hmm? ♥️️”

he sounds tired and he only pulls you closer, almost squishing your cheek into his chest

“Are you sick by any chance? Were you hit by someone’s Nen recently or something?”

he actually chuckles, opening his eyes to stare at you

you can almost see yourself in his golden eyes and they just seem really...clear

“Not at all, lovely~ Why do you ask? ♦️”

“Well, for starters, there’s been no teasing coming from you the entire day. You were a gentleman tonight and now you’re not trying to sleep with me? I wonder if you’re the same Hisoka I’ve known for the past few months.”

he huffs a laugh, raising an eyebrow as he smiles playfully

“Oh? So you’re saying that I’m acting weirdly? How would the real Hisoka act then? ♠️”

you’re not falling for that trap - you need answers

“Seriously, cut it out and tell me what’s wrong. What’s with the sudden change in attitude? Did you hit your head yesterday by any chance? I told you you should be careful. Not all doorways are made for giants like you. Is there a-”

“It’s not that. ♣”

his voice is suddenly serious and he loosens his hold on you

you sit up, looking down at him as he stares at the ceiling, refusing to make eye contact while you wait

“Then what is it? Did I do something?”

“I wonder... ♠️”

his voice is quiet as he says this and then his golden gaze moves to you, scrutinising your face

Hisoka wonders what he should do

his brain is screaming at him to either drive you away or kill you

but just the thought makes his stomach sink

with a troubled sigh, he closes his eyes before he starts to speak

“For how have we been together? 3 months? 4? ♦️”

“4.”

“And what sort of a relationship do we have? Acquaintances? Friends? Lovers? ♣”

you let him speak, not knowing how to label your relationship exactly either

with Hisoka, it’s impossible to

now he acts like a complete stranger, ignoring you, giving you the cold shoulder and looking down on you

and the next moment he’s hugging you, taking you out for a day of fun before ending...wherever at your place

“I’ll be honest: I don’t know. You’re giving me so many mixed signals that I’m honestly more confused than anything when it comes to what we are to one another.”

“What if I told you that I knew what I wanted us to be? ♥️️”

you raised an eyebrow, wondering if your train of thought mirrored his

“And what would that be, exactly?”

“Together. ♥️️”

the answer was so simple that for a moment, your mind blanched

then you smiled, eyes crinkling with joy before one of your fingers rubbed the top of one of his hands gently

“Aren’t we almost always together, though?”

he opened one eye tiredly, a smile curling at the corner of his lips

“You know what I mean, cupcake~ ♦️”

his hand turned palm up, grabbing your hand in his before intertwining your fingers together

“Hmm, I wonder... I’d like a better explanation of your definition of ‘together’.”

“How about in the morning, during breakfast? ♠️”

you teasingly sighed before snuggling into his side, feeling Hisoka’s arms around you again as you both made yourselves comfortable

“Fine... Good night, Hisoka...”

you yawned, already feeling warmth seep into your chilled body as you untensed the more sleep pulled at you

“Night, (Y/N)... Sweet dreams~ ♥️️”

the slight nervousness Hisoka felt about talking about his feelings in the morning was overshadowed by the excitement of doing the same thing

he could feel that you were a good match for one another and the transition from FWB to a romantic relationship already seemed promising

the knowledge that you’d managed to sneak into his heart and become so much more than anyone else in his life already made him smile as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off

just a few hours left until morning...

[loverhymeswith]

Wait So Long | Erik Heller x F!Reader

Summary: A much needed part 2 to After Hours. Can't a girl catch a break!?

Warnings: 18+ only. Smut ahead. F masturbation, oral sex F receiving.

Word Count: 1,484 words.

A/N: A big thank you to @bewitchedignition for the prompts! Erik has been on my mind all day! 💖

Back in the quiet solitude of your own home, your own bed, your mind is fixed firmly on thoughts of Erik. Big, beautiful, strong, capable Erik. If not for Hanna’s interruption, what would the two of you be doing right now? Would he be inside you? How good would he be making you feel?

Tossing and turning beneath the thin cotton sheets, frustration bubbles beneath the surface of your skin. The raging fire that Erik ignited within your veins refuses to die.

I’m thinking about you.

His message remains unanswered, filling the screen of your phone, where it lies abandoned on the bedside table. A beacon of hope; a promise for the future perhaps, now that you know your desire is mutual.

You can’t bring yourself to reply yet, afraid of what you might inadvertently admit, but you’re thinking about him, too.

From the moment your hands slipped beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts, you've been imagining that it’s Erik touching you, parting your slick folds with his thick, deft fingers.

Closing your eyes, his face instantly fills your vision. A pair of soft hazel eyes so at odds with his sharp jawline; delicate lips curling into the hint of a smile whenever he looks your way.

As you work your fingers feverishly over the sensitive bundle of nerves at your core, a familiar coiling tension tightens low in your belly, and heat spreads across your chest. You imagine that it’s Erik slotted between your thighs, coaxing you towards your release with gentle praise.

You whisper his name into the dark.

A harsh knock on the front door shatters your building climax. You curse loudly and fling back the covers. Fate is surely conspiring against you tonight. Can't a girl get a break!?

Conscious of your half-dressed and flustered state, you grab a jacket from the back of the door, before marching into the hallway.

Experience tells you that the late-night visitor will once again be your elderly neighbour from the apartment upstairs. She's forever losing her cat and seems to forget that past midnight is not an acceptable time for a social call. You've tried ignoring her, but the woman is as persistent as she is absent-minded.

Schooling your features into a mask of pleasant surprise, you unlatch the front door. But it's not Mrs Evans waiting on the other side.

“E-Erik?”

Your shock is clearly evident, as the corners of his mouth uptick into a small grin. Equally, you don't miss the way his gaze darkens as it travels over your bare thighs.

"What-what are you doing here?”

"You didn't answer my message. I wanted to make sure you got home safely."

There's no way you're admitting the truth behind your lack of response. Erik doesn't need to know what you were doing only moments earlier. Fumbling for something to say, you settle on, “What about Hanna?”

Amused, he raises an eyebrow. “She’s perfectly capable of taking care of herself.”

If it had been anyone other than Erik, you might have been insulted by the implication that you weren't capable of looking after yourself. But with the way that he's standing there in the doorway, framed by the fluorescent hallway lights and looking like sin made flesh…

“Are you going to let me in?”

"Uh, sure." You step back, allowing him to enter. As he brushes past you, another white hot flame of desire licks your veins. Erik is here, in your apartment, after everything you were just thinking about.

Anticipation mixes with your lingering arousal, and suddenly it's difficult to breathe.

"I hope you don't mind," he says, almost as an afterthought, when you finally turn to face him. His eyes are bright, even in the dim light of your living room.

Hoping he doesn't notice the way your thighs are clenched, you shake your head. "Not at all. Can I…can I get you something to drink?"

A few hours ago you were all but naked before him, so why do you suddenly feel so shy?

In an uncharacteristic display of uncertainty, Erik scrubs a hand over his jaw. "I might not have been completely honest about my reason for coming here."

"Oh?"

He takes a few steps closer. Close enough that you could reach out and touch him if you wanted to. "I really couldn't stop thinking about you. In fact, I thought I would die if I didn’t get to touch you again, if I didn't get to taste you…"

Erik has always been a smooth talker. He knows exactly how to get what he wants. But there's no cockiness in his tone tonight. You know him well enough now to understand that he's being sincere.

You close the distance in a single stride, and just like that, his lips crash into yours. Right where they belong.

His broad, calloused hands rise to cup your cheeks, keeping you moulded to his mouth as he deepens the kiss with a sweep of his tongue. Your own fingers clutch the rough material of his jacket, tugging tightly until you're dragging him backwards into the bedroom.

Well-practiced, the two of you make short work of stripping out of your clothes, until your fingers can dance once more across the rigid plane of his scar-flecked chest and below. He's beautiful, almost ethereal, in the soft glow of the lamp light.

Ignoring the tousled sheets, Erik lays you down on the bed, his large body hovering above you. You’ve seen first hand what this body is capable of; Erik Heller is a dangerous man. But in his arms, you’ve never felt safer.

Pressing his lips to the curve of your throat, he whispers, "I didn't want to leave you in any doubt about how this evening was supposed to end."

You just have time to gaze up into his eyes, before you feel his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, pushing your legs apart so that he can slot between them. Gasping at the sensation of being so utterly bare before him, you almost miss the single word he utters.

"Beautiful."

Heat rushes to your cheeks and your chest as you find Erik watching you, his eyes wide with wonder. With a start, you realise that the evidence of your earlier arousal must be as clear as day.

“Tell me something," he murmurs, voice so rough with his own desire that it distracts you from your embarrassment. "Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

You can’t bring yourself to feel ashamed when he's looking at you like this, and when he trails a single finger along your glistening core, the admission slips from your parted lips. "Yes."

There's a glimmer of quiet satisfaction in his expression, and without another word, Erik moves down your body, kissing and nipping and licking at your flesh, until he reaches the apex of your thighs. Every nerve in your body is alight and he's barely touched you.

When his head dips between your legs and his hot, wet tongue licks a stripe along your centre, you cry out, fisting the sheets. He's surely going to kill you. He repeats the action, again and again and again…

It isn't long before his hands join his mouth, spreading you open before he plunges two fingers inside. It's a delightful burn, adding to the pressure already building at your core.

You continue to whimper and writhe beneath him while he laves at your clit. His fingers are massaging your inner walls, hitting that sweet spot over and over and it's just too much. Too much, but not enough. You need more. You need all of him.

Erik tears his mouth away, and you whimper at the loss of contact. "What pretty noises you're making for me… am I making you feel good?”

"Yes, Erik," you pant as he continues to pump his fingers into you. "You're making me feel so good."

Beneath his ministrations, your body is taught like a bow. Your nerves are ready to snap. He's taking responsibility for your pleasure in the same way that he makes sure you’re safe out in the field. Like it's the most important thing in the world.

"I want you to come for me now, beautiful. You can do that, can't you?"

"Yes."

He coaxes you towards your release, patiently guiding you in that same calm, controlled manner as when he helps you with target practice. "That's it. Just like that. You can do it."

And when your climax suddenly and violently and finally crashes over you, he's right there murmuring praise as he presses kisses to your thighs.

Slowly coming down from the high, you clutch at his shoulders pulling him up towards you. You can't hide the desperation from your voice when you ask him, "How long can you stay?"

A wry smile tugs at Erik's glistening lips. "Hanna isn't expecting me home tonight."

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[creampill]

Hi-hi its me (Arcade asking anon) again I'm the problem its me with a lore question about Arcade!!! How did the SodaBolt? SodaSova? OwlRush? (I'm so sorry I don't know the ship name so these are what I came up with 😅) ship come to be? Were they always close or did they have to warm up to each other due to some form of mistrust? As always thank you so so much for answering my question and I hope you have a great day!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖

anon. i am giving you the highest privilege I can bestow. you are getting your own anon tag. please in your next ask state what you would like to be known as. Thank you.

And sovacade is a very fun ship time for my brain because I Love Sova and it is my greatest wish to marry him someday so here we are with my self insert and him lmco.

Onto the bullshit:

- it started out as a simple companionship. They both do their jobs and are friendly. Not exactly close but not alienated either

- what intrigues Sova about Arcade is 1) her history and 2) how that applies to her work. She’s bubbly and active as ever when at base, but on the field she can snap into Serious Mode in an instant, and she seems to know what she’s doing and understands the important tactical decisions she has to make regarding her abilities. He wants to learn where she learnt that skill.

- Arcade, however… it’s a combination of Oh Wow He’s Cool and Oh Fuck He’s Hot. This is an incredibly skilled marksman, brim’s golden boy, and he’s also personable and humble??? And he looks like that??? She’s intimidated and crushing, and both of those combined make a fun kind of curiosity.

- both of them are often placed on missions together in the start as he’s a good role model and has the experience to show her the ropes. They start to get on well through simple interactions, smiling at one another, casual indications of interest

- the actual companionship, however, came with the garden.

- the Protocol garden is a big greenhouse full of plants and wildlife and such for the agents to enjoy. It’s run by Sage, and there’s plenty of space for other agents to get their own dedicated sections.

- Arcade and Sova would often run into one another in the garden, before Arcade had her own plot, and they would talk and bond over the plants and the mutual appreciation of silence. Their conversations wouldn’t get too emotional, but they were definitely becoming established friends.

- time passes here for a bit as the two get closer. Sova learns more about Arcade’s habits and history and Arcade learns more in turn.

- but once, late at night, Sova wakes up oddly. As he usually does, he gets up to get a drink of water then sleep again.

- But though the windows of the kitchen, he spots Arcade curled up on a garden bench. he brings a cup of water for her, too, and they sit together. And she tells him about the nightmare she had, and she cries, and he comforts her.

- And that’s the moment where things start to become closer than friends.

- Arcade had already been interested in Sova in the aesthetic sense, but this was a very big green flag for her. To sit and talk with her and make her feel safe when at her lowest was a big thing.

- For Sova, it was a bit of the reverse. He’d already found her to be a wonderful person and friend, but only now did he truely notice just how pretty she was. How her smile made her nose scrunch up, how her tone shifted when she was going to make another stupid joke, how soft her skin felt…

- and, oh lord, both of them caught feelings. Hard.

- this is another situation of “both these idiots are in love but they don’t know and everyone else does”. Though Arcade can kind of Tell, she doesn’t want to assume because she might be wrong/reading him wrong (autism things ✨)

- and Sova thinks Arcade is just… Like That. He overthinks and ignores all the signs until he caves and just shoots his shot and asks her out.

- and of course she said yes :) and now they are very happily together and in love!!!!