#red on the dash??? hiii red

[ylangelegy]

Hiii. Can I request a oneshot based on this HAHAHAH pleasee please like short oneshot will do!!! 🥰🥰 https://www.tumblr.com/svtsofthours/768423753034104832/seungcheol-jihoon-isnt-answering-his-phone?source=share

📞 do not disturb (jihoon x reader)

or: jihoon always answers. no questions asked.

★ footnotes: i debated the ethics (ethics?!) of taking this on, but i'm ultimately weak to anything and everything uji-related. prompt is fully by @svtsofthours ♡ word count: >980

Jihoon has a bad habit of leaving his phone on 'Do Not Disturb' mode.

In his line of work, getting in the flow was the most important thing. Inspiration could be dashed as easily as it came, and Jihoon's not about to risk his momentum being killed by a TikTok from Vernon or a 'wyd?' from Wonwoo.

His members call him vicious for it, but Jihoon is also the first to remind them that everything he does is for them. That's always the quickest way to shutting them up.

There are still ways to reach him, of course, when he's in the zone. Some members will drop by the studio unannounced. Some know to go through Jihoon's manager instead.

And some have begun to realize that they could simply just ask you.

It's another one of those long evenings, the type that has Jihoon feeling like his retinas are burning from all the time he's spent at his DAW. He doesn't remember the last time he looked away from the song he's working on, but it's a small price to pay for what he thinks is shaping up to be a potential title track. He just needs to tweak—

The thought is disrupted by the shrill ring of his cellphone.

Without so much of a second thought, Jihoon is reaching for the device and answering the call without even checking the ID. He has at least enough wits to know that he's been on 'Do Not Disturb' since he stepped into the studio, which means the caller could only be one person.

"Hi, honey," he says.

His voice is a tired rasp but the fondness bleeds through all the same. The sudden reprieve has him sinking a little further into his computer chair, like he's just registered how utterly spent he is.

That exhaustion pales in comparison to the warmth that floods his chest when you greet him back with your ever-so sweet, "Hey, darling. Still in the studio?"

You already know the answer, and yet you still ask. Jihoon feels a little endeared by it as he absentmindedly runs his free hand over his face. "You know it," he says. "What's up?"

"Seungcheol and Soonyoung have been trying to get in touch with you," you inform him.

Jihoon raises an eyebrow. He pulls his phone away from his ear to check his lockscreen and, sure enough, you're right. Six (6) missed calls from Coups-hyung. Six (6) missed calls from Hamzzi.

"I've been working," Jihoon says into the receiver as he brings his phone back up. "Are they with you right now?"

"Just Seungcheol. Here—"

Jihoon has half a mind to tell you, no, please, do not pass the phone over to Seungcheol, but the leader's whining voice is already piercing through the call. "You answered their call in less than ten seconds!" Seungcheol proclaims, the pout in his voice audible. "What the hell, Jihoon-ah?!"

"It wasn't less than ten seconds," Jihoon protests weakly, feeling the tips of his ears burn red at the insinuation of just how fast he could fold when it came to you.

Seungcheol doesn't give a damn about semantics. His point still stands. "You didn't answer a single one of my calls," the older boy complains. "I can't believe this!"

So help me, God. Jihoon knows he's already going to have to get the man one pastry or another to compensate for this misgiving. "Right, sorry, sorry," Jihoon huffs out. "Why were you calling, anyway?"

Seungcheol bitches and moans for a couple more minutes before eventually breaking the news about some brand endorsement that they need to sign on for. Jihoon promises to check his e-mail and have the contract in before the morning, which doesn't really appease Seungcheol.

Even as the leader passes the phone back to you, he's mumbling something like 'unbelievable' and 'ungrateful kid'. Jihoon rolls his eyes despite the fact that neither of you can see it.

His mounting annoyance ebbs at your voice, at your gentle question of, "When are you going to finish up?"

Jihoon lets out a low hum, eyeing the aborted song on his laptop. He had wanted to make changes on something— the bridge? the chorus?— but the idea was gone now, replaced only with the crick in his neck and the ache of longing.

"I think I could wrap up for the night," he decides. "We can order in some pizza and watch that drama you like. How does that sound?"

Jihoon can hear the way you try to tamp down your excitement in favor of tentatively asking, "Are you sure? I can always wait for you, darling."

And, oh, he loves you for it. He loves that your first and foremost concern is the disruption to his work, the easy way he throws it all aside in favor of a night in with you. Jihoon is usually much stronger than this, he swears.

But he's a weak, weak man whenever you come calling.

"I'm sure," he says. "See you in ten."

"See you. Take care." A beat. And then, you add in a whisper— almost like you're a little abashed to be saying it in front of Seungcheol— "I love you."

Even though there's nobody around to hear him say it, even though the words are yours and yours alone, Jihoon's voice softens to match your tone.

"I love you, too. Can't wait to come home to you, honey."

Jihoon ends the call at that because he knows you have a thing about not wanting to be the one to put down the phone. He stares down at his device and its Notification Center, where there's dozens of missed calls, texts, and e-mails. Evidence of what he's ignored in favor of the craft.

His 'Do Not Disturb' stays on, with only one exception to the rule: All notifications are allowed from you.

svtsofthours' post ->

Seungcheol: Jihoon isn’t answering his phone. You: I’ll call. Seungcheol: Soonyoung and I have both tried six times each, what makes you think— Jihoon: Hi, honey.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Casual intimacy

a/n Cracks knuckles… let’s go… 🙃 I loved writing this so I hope you will enjoyed reading it. Cause this one cracked something deep within me. 🫧🤭

request: Hiii! I absolutely love your work I think you're so talented. If you have time can I request an angsty Ruhn x Reader, maybe he gets jealous or something because she has such a bubbly personality and guys flock to her?

warning: a bit suggestive here and there, alcohol, drugs, smoking.

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Ruhn was tired. Playing pretend always drained him. For the most part, he bit back at his father, but even there were limits. And when his father wasn’t at the center of his headaches, the fact that he was a crowned prince was. Ruhn flicked the cigarette out of the open car window as he waited for the light to turn green. “Be on the bed when I get back," he typed out quickly. A slight smile tugged at his lips.

Ruhn imagined that crimson haze creeping onto your cheeks. You had been an angel when you two first met. More like a caged bird. And while the world saw him as a devil who made a good girl go bad, in reality, he had freed you from the chains that had bound you to the dark cell for eternity. And if everyone was having a fright at the sight of a cigarette or a shot glass in your hand, they could all go fuck themselves.

A ding had Ruhn glancing at the screen in his car. "Unfortunately, I won’t be able to oblige," the message read, and Ruhn frowned. He blinked a couple of times. It was usually “you’re an idiot” or a nice picture that sent him pressing his foot just a bit more on the gas. What was the reason for this? Did you get your period? But that wasn’t very likely. Ruhn could sense when the red flow was coming. And you weren’t talking about cramps. He was about to fire out a quick “because?” when another ding sounded. And a picture appeared on the dash. A growl ripped through him. Here you stood. An innocent smile, still in the dress Ruhn had watched you put on this morning. By your side stood Flynn, who looked like a lost dog, glancing at the half-made sandwich on the counter. No, this wasn’t happening. Not tonight.

Ruhn quickly dialed your phone, gripping the steering wheel tightly. You didn’t even get a chance to breathe on the other side as he huffed, “What the fuck?” The music was almost deafening. So was the sea of voices. That scraped like a nail against his mind. “Hey, hotshot, this wasn’t my idea," you chirped, and as much as Ruhn was frustrated, the sound of your voice alone made his shoulders ease. “Tell them to fuck off," he hissed. He should have moved out long ago. Gotten you two an apartment and called it a day. “I can’t do that; I don’t live here." You chuckled softly, giggling at something Flynn said. Ruhn frowned. “You are my girlfriend; you are entitled to do what you want there," he pointed out. You had refused the title. Refused any benefits dating someone like him brought. The doors it opened. It was one of many reasons Ruhn loved you. Because for the very first time, he felt more than his title. More than just a pawn in someone’s game.

"Ruhn, I am not ordering two grown men around," you said, and while Ruhn didn’t agree, he didn’t get to voice his opinion because his words got overshadowed by someone calling for you. “Oh yeah, you can find that upstairs," you said, Ruhn could hear the smile on your face. "Babe," he called out, not loving the idea that someone had managed to steal your attention from him. “Oh, no, it’s okay. Call if you need anything." From the way your voice sounded, he could also tell that you had the phone away from your ear, so he used other methods. Trusted kind.

Y/n. He spoke within your linked hearts. Feeling the fluster in your heart at his call. But his hope got crushed as soon as it bloomed. Give me a moment, Ruhn. Ruhn not even a hotshot, not a babe. Ruhn gritted his jaw. “No, liquor is on the right shelf," you said, as he listened to you try to get through the crowd of people. “Get your legs off the counter, you freak," you hissed, followed by the sound of a chair being dragged back. "Yeah, sorry, the house is full," you muttered slightly under your breath, and suddenly he was back to hating that party. Because you had woken before the sun had even been up. Studies and work keep you busy. Even if Ruhn had told you many times that you didn’t have to work,

“I am sending them to Urd and then fucking back," he grunted, making you let out a chuckle. The sound of it still made his stomach warm. “Light up, they brought shit to smoke," you sighed, and while he enjoyed a good smoke, especially if you joined him, and even more so if you both rode the aftermath together, he just didn’t want that today. “I don’t...", Ruhn had started when a loud bag came from somewhere in the house, and the place erupted in gassing shouts and angry grunting. “Fuck, got to go," you breathed. "Drive, save, baby," you muttered. “Y/N, don’t go near...”, but the line went dead. "Fuck," the princeling hissed. Oh, he was going to hang both Dec and Flynn by their balls, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

You were nowhere to be seen when he stepped into the madness of the house. Ruhn felt you, so that had to be good enough for now. You were in the house. The question, however, was where exactly that was. "Man, this is sick." Some guy clasped a hand over Ruhn’s shoulder, making the crowned prince bat the touch away stiffly. “Yeah, dude, you’re dope!" the other shouted, his eyes red as fire. There was too much substance in his body. Ruhn frowned, trying not to show the disgust on his face. “Get your shoes off my fucking carpet," he hissed in dismissal, walking past them. His frustration only grew the more he looked around for you. If not for the music, he would reach out through the bond once again. But his head was pounding, and he knew there was no way for him to concentrate enough.

Then Ruhn’s eyes fell on a small group forming near the kitchen. It wasn’t usual. If people did drugs or mixed drinks, they usually went in groups of two. Not a whole fucking sea of them. An itch inside him flared up, and he didn’t even realize it when he started walking towards it.

“So how did you do it?”, a lazy voice asked as Ruhn approached. “I just painted, silly," and that was all it took for his body to ignite. No one even matched the power your light voice had on his body. “Yeah, but that’s one big canvas," another voice slurred. Ruhn licked his lips as he stepped through the arc, and the sight was far from what he had hoped for. There you stood, a white angel in a sea of hacks. Pouncing on you for a nibble.

“I didn’t sleep, I mean," Ruhn watched as a blush on your cheeks. “Colors just guided me. It sounds insane, I know, and no, I was not high," you said sheepishly, making everyone in the room chuckle. But Ruhn saw it. The way they looked at you. They didn’t care about this. Didn’t care about your passion. Didn’t care about the spark in your eyes as you spoke of the things you loved. You were a spectacle. A pretty thing to look at. But it’s when one of them reached out to tuck the hair that had slipped out of your silk bow that Ruhn stepped forward, yanking one of the guys by the back of the shirt as he shouldered past them.

He only managed to catch a glimpse of you inhaling before his hand wrapped around your neck as he pulled you closer to him. Crashing his lips against your red-painted ones. You melted against him. He cared little for anything else as he bent slightly to grab at your thighs, lifting you and guiding you onto the counter as he spread your legs, stepping in between them. Before his fingers found your hips, he pulled you against him. "Ruhn." Your voice was breathy and weak as you wrapped your legs tighter around his middle. “Want to moan that louder?”, he teased, his lips hovering over your neck as he pinched your bum, making you squeal. “I leave you for a day and come to find you in a sea of men," Ruhn hissed with a shake of his head. You knew that it wasn’t anger. It was more lust and that sparkle of possessiveness.

“Jealous much?”, you purred, smirking as you ran your fingers over his jaw. “Don’t play with me, woman," he muttered, his hand once again wrapping around your throat as he inched closer. "Oh," you coo, “I forgot that you’re just a baby." You sighed, cupping his cheeks, but that was short-lived. One moment you were still on the counter, the other in the air and over your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Ruhn Danaan, put me down." You wiggled in his hands. Tried to hit his chest but for nothing. If anything, that only earned you a slap on your bum and another gasp as your cheeks flared to life with red. “You...", you hissed out, but Ruhn only settled his hand on your ass, keeping the dress over your exposed bottom. Not too keen on others getting a glimpse at what lay underneath. “Don’t finish that unless you want me to spank you again," he mussed, smug as a cat as he moved through the crowd of people.

Whistling met you right by the stairs. One that Ruhn recognized, considering that he stopped. “You two are in deep shit," the crowned prince hissed, throwing a glance at his two best friends. But all they did was laugh. “Fuck it out of him, Yn, please," Dec mussed, grinding his hips in the air. “Suck one-off for the team," Flynn saluted as you three burst into laughter. It appeared that only Ruhn didn’t find that appealing. And something told you that if you weren’t over his shoulder now, friend or not, they might just taste the back of Ruhn’s hand. But he only cursed under his breath. “I will leave you two dickless," he threatened, reaching for the railing as the two man-children moaned and growled downstairs.

Ruhn was breathing heavily when he finally closed the door of his bedroom. It wasn’t from your weight. It just all started to cave in on him as he lowered you to the ground. You nibbled against his neck, pulling away to reach for the hem of your dress, but Ruhn caught your wrist, guiding you closer to him. "No," he muttered. A slight shake of his head told you that he was dead serious, too. “Did you just say no to...", You had started in a teasing tone, but there was something in his eyes that made you stop. "Ruhn," you called out way softer now, brushing your fingers up and down his arms. “Come here, darling," you said, wrapping your arms around him. He wasn’t fully open and vulnerable often. And when he was. That meant that whatever you two were doing, you were the ones who would have to carry the heavy load. Just for a bit. until he finds his footing again.

“If this is about the males, I didn’t even for a second…," you muttered against his chest, but Ruhn only grunted, “I know you weren’t interested. It’s just…” he took a deep breath, “a long day." You knew how much more those three words implied. How much more complex it was. But you also knew that the last thing he needed was you trying to drag it all out of him. “Why don’t you lay down?”, you asked softly, brushing your fingers over his lower back.

“I’m okay here," he said quietly. The hold on your body didn’t ease. “Come on, we’ll lay naked; I’ll roll you a blunt," you poked at his chest, shooting him a loving smile as you wiggled your eyebrows. Ruhn let out a slight chuckle as he reached for the buttons on his shirt. You helped him drag the material off his body, kneeling to undo his shoes. Ruhn caught your chin, pulling your head up so you would look at him through your lashes. "Fuck, it never gets old," he grunted, brushing his finger over your slightly smudged red lip. You only grinned up at him, leaning in to kiss his thigh as you pushed his pants off him all the way.

Ruhn watched you in a daze before you pushed at his chest, sending him sprawled out on the mattress. He drank every movement you made. You reaching for a bag of mirth-root, licking the edge of the paper as you finish the roll. Lighting it up and taking the first hit before handing it to Ruhn. He watched the cloud of smoke flaring around you as you reached for your dress, pulling it over your head. He could very easily die here right now. And go to Urd as a happy man if the last sight he saw was you in nothing but a black thong.

It was this exact casual intimacy that had him running at first. He was frightened to feel secure with someone like that. To have someone trust him like that. Ruhn reached out, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you over onto him. A blunt burning between his teeth. You straddled his naked body with ease. The movement was second nature by now. “What do you need?”, you asked softly, brushing some of the hair away from his face. Ruhn found himself opening his mouth but shutting it closed once more. He didn’t know. He was only aware that he needed you but was not sure how. Bent over the counter? Seated on his face? Snuggled up against him? With you holding him instead? “That’s okay, we will figure it out." You leaned in and pressed a kiss on his chest, leaving feather-like brushes over his exposed skin. “You’ll tell me when you’ll know," you breathed, pulling back up to look into his purple eyes. He didn’t answer, wrapping an arm around your back as he pulled you closer to him. Skin to skin. There was nothing between you two. You rested your face on the crook of his neck, feeling him take another drag of the cigarette in silence. His silence. One that you threaded for him. Painted it. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Ruhn realized that there was no other sound around him, just a steady beat of your heart.

[a-cat-in-toffee]

I don't know why I did this.

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omggg I need to stop hyperfixating on red/blue ship UGH

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THIS POST IS ABOUT WISPSTYLE NOT FUCMING VOLTRON

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Anonymous asked: omg wait is DC and wisperers ship name actually wispstyle? that's so cute

YEAH!!! they're super cute dude I love them so much

⭐️ ten-dollar-bananas Follow OKAY BUT HAVE YOU SEE THE WAY THE WISPERER LOOKS AT VIRION HELLOOOOO

🍒 ch3rich3rry

ohmygod this post has nothing to do with you you have your own corner of the fandom!!!! I thought we were done having ship discourse

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what if you two kissed

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didn't expect to see PD ship discourse on the dash today but

#oh hey rattusrattus we thought you were dead

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RATTUSRATTUS WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD

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alive and well 👍

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I much prefer Tumblr to Twitter, I saw someone get publicly executed for shipping the Prime Defenders together the other day.

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EXECUTED ?!?!

🐀 rattusrattus

Yeah, that's what happen when you get canceled. They cancel you.

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does anybody remember pdspotter. what happened to them

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i do :(

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when will my husband (the prime defenders) return from war (dropping off the face of prime)

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OMG. HOLY SHIT. PD SPOTTED

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Prime Defenders spotted in the downtown New Haven area working with a freelance hero!

Days since last spotting: I've lost count!

#pd spotted! #hero spotted! #guest appearance! #HOLY SHIT ???? GUYS IS MY HUSBAND (the group of heros I'm attatched to) BACK FROM WAR???

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I don't mean this as like. discourse. but what is the appeal of hero shipping

🪲 getmeoutofthewater

not ypu tidalwave fandom I love you guys this is about prime defenders

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[A blurry photo of DC and the Wisperer standing next to eachother after the flesh battle, covered in blood.]

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of all the responses I've gotten I think this is the only one which has swayed me

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wispstyle this virisp that WHAY ABOUT SOLSTYLE.....

#idk virion and wisperes ship name sorry moots that like them

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Anonymous asked: who???? is rattusrattus???????

blog that shitposts abt pd a lot lmao theyre sort of a cryptid. they recently came back

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Fianlly out of the building.

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WELCOME BACK KING ❤️❤️❤️

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why are we shipping child soldiers

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walks out of the notes covered in blood. nevermind.

#delteing this post omg

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Prime Defnders spotted? Winnebago seen driving through New Haven!

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oh yeah sorry that's my blorbo

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WAS ANYONE GONNA TELL ME THERE WAS AN ACCOUNT TRACKING LE FROG OR WAS I JUST SUPPOSED TO FIND THEM IN MY NOTES

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Le Frog is in New Haven :)

#frogger #hopping around #hiii pd spotter

[littlespacereader]

Hiii I hope your doing well I saw your spooky requests so I hope this is good enough

Do you think you can write something with (either Tom's or Andrew's)Peter parker with a little wanting to be Spiderman for Halloween and maybe helping them make a custom suit?

Literally so cute!!! I definitely to go with Andrew’s Spider-Man to change things up a bit! I hope you enjoy this story!! I made it so you as the reader can decide what your Spidey suit looks like! Enjoy!!❤️💙

Little Spidey❤️💙🎃

Caregiver! Peter Parker & GN Little! Reader

Tags- custom Spidey suits, trick or treating, Peter goes by Papa, Halloween, drawing, creating a suit together

Y/N ran into Peter’s room with another beautiful masterpiece of a drawing. They happily held it close to their body, as if it was a surprise.

Peter smiled seeing his little one run over with such enthusiasm. “What do you have here? Another master piece for Papa?”

He held his hand out for it but Y/N hesitated.

“So you know Halloween is just a couple of weeks away?”

“Yup, you tell me at least once a day.” He smirked.

“I know. But I’m so excited!! And…And I think I got my costume figured out! I wanna be your sidekick!” They smile back to him, clearly excited about the idea.

“You wanna me a mini me?” He smiled back, “I’ll have to run to the store and get more blue and red fabric-.”

“No Papa.” They stopped him tugging on his arm. “You’re misunderstanding. I wanna be your sidekick. My own Spidey!”

They turned the picture around and happily show it to Peter. The drawing is a picture of them in a custom Spider-Man costume, unique with their own colors and design.

“Could we make this?” They asked.

“Could we- Of course we can! Wow!! I love the design and the colors and everything! I love everything about this!” Peter looks from the photo and back over to me. “You ready to be my Little Spidey sidekick?”

“YES!!!” Y/N starts jumping around, so beyond excited.

That afternoon was spend going to the fabric store, getting all the colored fabrics, making sure they weren’t too inchy or anything texture wise that felt wrong.

Then it was off to the sewing machine back home to start to put all the pieces together. Peter sewed on the machine and Y/N sat beside him, watching the whole process.

It took a couple of days, a couple of fittings and a couple of adjustments, but by Halloween night it was ready!

“Don’t peek!” Y/N said grabbing their suit and running off to the bathroom.

“I won’t! I’m keeping my eyes closed.” Peter sat in the living room, his heart beating with excitement for his little one. He hope their suit was everything they could want.

“Okay, keep your eyes closed!”

“I am!” Peter could hear their feet walking across the room and stopping infront of the couch.

“Ready?” They said beyond excited.

“Ready!”

“Okay….OPEN!”

Peter opened his eyes and gasped. He looked in awe, seeing his Little one dressed up in their own Spidey costume. While he knew what it looked like having worked on it for over a week, it was something else seeing them put it on.

“Y/N!! You look amazing!! Wow!!”

Y/N was practically jumping up and down, “You like it?!”

“I love it!! But more importantly do you like it?”

“I LOVE IT PAPA!!” They yelled excitedly. Y/N runs and hugs Peter, “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!”

“Of course!! I’m so happy you love it!” Peter laughed, hugging them back.

“Okay,” they broke apart and Peter grabbing their trick or treating bag. “Time to head out!”

“Wait!” They grabbed his arm halting him in his tracks, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Where’s your suit?”

“Where’s my….” He paused, thinking it over. “I can’t go out with my Spider-Man suit. People would know my identity.”

“No they wouldn’t!” They giggle, “They would think you were dressing up as Spider-Man!”

Suddenly it clicked in. He smiled, ruffing their hair, “You’re so right. You’re just so smart my smart cookie. You wait here, I’ll go grab my suit.”

Peter dashed off to his room in the apartment and after a few minutes he walked back out, his signature red and blue suit on.

He smiled, putting his hand out to Y/N, “Ready to take on New York myLittle Spidey?”

Y/N smiles back, “READY!”

[yourdailyangel]

Hiii 💜 just found ur blog and I loveeee it! Super cute! If ur still doing req could ask what would astarion do if someone tries bulling his shy little baby? Ty💜💜

Of course! Thank you for the ask!!

And thank you for liking my writing!!<33

Also I apologize! It's currently 2 in the morning and I'm supposed to be studying 🥲 but I hope you enjoy!!

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I've said this many times and I will continue to say it: astarion will burn worlds for you just the word my love!

So when you stopped at an inn for a rest you didn't think this would happen.

You and the gang wanted to stop for food and something to drink and put the aching feet up for a bit

While you went up to the inn keep you unknowingly caught the attention of a local thug who didn't know that he to was being watch, but not in same way he was watching you.

In a dimly lit corner with piercing red eyes atstarion carefully watches on.

You happily walk over to the table where gale offers to help you with the drinks, which you happily accept.

The thug eventually walks over to the table sluggishly throwing an unwanted arm over your shoulder.

"My,my, you sure are beautiful"

"Uhh.. thanks but I'm taken mister."

Your voice is quiet like a mouse. Almost to soft to hear.

"aw don't be like that beautiful I'm sure we'll have a grand time."

He pulls you closer but you push him away.

"Fine!" His voice loud "You ain't worth my time anyways!"

He picks up a cup ready to toss the liquor at you

"Do it and you die." Suddenly you look over and see astarion his eyes are dark firmly fixed on the man

"oh yeah says wh-" the man quickly turns and drops the cup seeing astarion looming in the dimly lit shadows

"You wish to live? I suggest you leave MY darling alone or else I will have to decorate the ground with your innards."

"w-well..."

The thug quickly dashes towards the exit leaving quickly"

Astarion walks over to you taking a sit next to you

"ugh that was awful. I'm sorry little love"

You give him a soft smile and a quick peck on the cheek

Shadowheart chimes in "so you two, when's the wedding?"

The table shares a good laugh and the evening slows down

You find yourself nestled in a soft warm bed with astarion

"My love about earlier tonight..."

"yeah" you replied

"I'm sorry if I scared you I just..." He trailed off a bit "I just couldn't stand there and let someone push you around"

You give a soft giggle

"And yes I know darling you can handle yourself but.."

You gently grabs your chin softly turning your head so you could look at him

"You're mine. My love. My world. Mine to protect and as long as I'm here you will be safe my love"

And with that you both drift off into a peaceful slumber

[yunebtc]

Hiii ! Could you please do a Rainbow Dash x fem! reader oneshot? Nothing specific! Hope it’s not a bother, thank you! 🥲

OFC I CAN ITS NO PROBLEM AT ALL YAYAYAYAAYA

!!NOTPROOFREAD MIGHT HAVE MISTAKES

-Fem reader

-Reader is a but on the athletic side as well preferably vollleyball

-Reader x Rainbow Dash

IF U DONT LIKE GAYNESS GET OUTTA HERE

-Fluff

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Are you sure about that? RAINBOW DASH

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You and Rainbow have been dating for 10 months now and you couldn't have been happier, you had found someone who changed your life, Today You and Rainbow had been busy with classes and you were just heading only class with rainbow, PE, Rainbow loved PE you liked it as well especially volleyball which is what you were doing today, You were excited since you enjoyed volleyball and you were extremely well at it, you went to the locker room and changed and as you finish you see dash enter the locker room and you walked up to her "Hey!! Where have you been?" You ask she usually never was late, she grabs ur hand and says "Heh my bad AJ helped me clean up the mess in home ec" You weren't surprised since she definitely didnt seem like the type of girl for home ec, you hear the whistle and you wait for Rainbow to leave the locker room as you both talk about what happened during the day your coach said you were playing volley ball and place you and dash on separate teams, Yous see your girlfriend smirk and walk up the the net and says to you "Your so going down babe, you know how I am with sports!!" You laugh and say "Are you sure about that??" And she look at you like your crazy "UH duh!! Just wait" Rainbow said not knowing she was gonna regret it

You and Dash were neck on neck with points and the game was about to end as Rainbow served the ball your teamate went for it and shot the ball in the air and you went to go spike the ball which landed on Rainbows side of the court as your team cheered you on Rainbows team groans in disappointment and you see Rainbow with a frown on her face and you Coach says "Alright girls head totally he lockerrooms before the bell rings!!" And everyone heads into the locker rooms some girls took a light shower, you being one of the and some left already waiting for the bell, you got out and the locker room started to fill with more steam, You change into your clothes and you see Rainbow with a towel around her body, her body still being damp and you were able to see her muscles and how the towel hugged her body just right made you blush slightly but you could tell Rainbow was still salty about the game and you laugh out loud grabbing her attention "What's so funny huh?" She says with a pout and you laugh even more " Baby your being ridiculous it's just one game of volleyball it won't hurt your winning streak!" You exclaim as rainbow huffs finishing putting her skirt and you decide to mess with her and bring her hands to her sides "How about I give you a reward because your such a good sport?" Rainbow turns red and she looks away "--- W-what do you-" you cut her off with a kiss which she returns as she puts her hand on your neck her thumb on your jawline deepening the kiss you both fight for dominance and she eventually wins and she smirks in the kiss and snakes her other hand around your waist and breaks the kiss "I think I like the reward" She says and you blush even more she laughs and her mood was easily lifted and you both finish getting ready to head to see the others

You and rainbow were still red from just coming out of the steamy locker room and as you approached the girls they all begun to give knowing looks and giggle "What are you guys laughing at??" Rainbow asks and Sunset says "Some girls came by and saw you guys getting at it in the locker roooom~" She singsonged and you and Rainbow blush even harder "UHHH WE GOTTA GO SEE YA!!" Rainbow panics and she drags you to her motorcycle turning the engines and drives off and they were left laughing so hard years went by "What in tarnation!??" Applejack laughs

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THIS WAS SHORT BUT I HOPE YOU LIKENIT AND IM SO SORRYY IT TOOK LONG IT KEPT ERASING THE ORIGINALS I TYPED OUT😭😭 PLEASE JEEO REQUESYING THO YOU GUYS TYSM FOR THIS WONDERFUL PEROSN FOR BEJNG MY FIRST REQUEST!!

[rinneverse]

Hii I hope you're doing well <33 do you mind doing N W and A from the nsfw alphabet for alhaitham? Thank you ❤❤

hiii nonnie! i hope ur doing well too ♡. i also hope i did haitham justice for u (,,>﹏<,,) !!

a part of my 300 milestone event!

[ ❥ ] AL HAITHAM + A, N, & W!

[N]SFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI! cw suggestive content, fem!reader

— a ; aftercare!

i firmly believe that alhaitham's main love languages are quality time and acts of service, so i think that he is really good about aftercare. he'll make sure you're taken care of and doing okay. he'll draw a bath for the both of you to relax after sex, making sure to pamper you every step of the way.

— n ; no(s)!

he refuses to do any kind of play that will harm you. if you want him to go a little rougher, sure, he'll do that, but anything that he thinks will hurt you? absolutely not. he's also just not into anything that could possible be unsanitary tbh.

— w ; wildcard!

i think his ears are really sensitive. they're constantly covered by his headphones so i think if you were to whisper very softly in them, or nip at them playfully, he'll get super super flustered by it. it's also super gratifying to watch the tips of his ears grow red on the odd occasion where you manage to make him blush.

back at plaguing the dash hi guys /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

[vincentvalenfine]

hiii! i love your vincent valentine fics so much 😫💗💗

thank you so very much for writing about him bc that man needs more love ❤️‍🔥

may i request 👉🏼👈🏼

a reverse-isekai probably where vincent like pops in the reader’s world after reader beats dirge / ff7

Dirge of Cerberus has... definitely aged. But for all its quirks, clunky dialogue, and... everything, really, you still love it. Because it's all about Vincent of course, and he really does make for a compelling character. The old Playstation 2 still functions just fine, a sturdy beast compared to the modern consoles, and after the hype of Rebirth has died down a little you have to dust it off and play through Dirge one more time for nostalgia's sake.

(And for lack of more Vincent in Rebirth. They really should've let him be in the party...)

It's a good time sink, between the side missions and remembering how the janky aiming works, but you've finally made it to the final encounter, finally gunned down Omega Weiss, and watch the final scene begin to play out. Omega starting to ascend, Vincent in all his Chaos glory shooting high above the Weapon and then bearing down as a compact but powerful Weapon in his own right, the screen brightening white as he powers through...

And your TV pops loudly, something within seeming to overload and start smoking. "Shit!"

At the same time, the sound of a muffled explosion outside rocks your belongings into toppling off shelves, and nearly sends you to the floor too as you'd gotten up to try and salvage your poor TV.

"What the fuck was that?!"

The muffled exclamation from your roommate is ignored in favor of making sure the electronics aren't about to catch fire, sighing in relief when everything seems to be okay... for the most part. The TV is definitely broken, though. You're not looking forward to replacing it, but another expletive-filled shout from the other room finally makes you pay attention. "There's a fucking CRATER in the backyard, what the fuck!"

A what? Okay, that you have to see.

Dashing out of your room, down the stairs and to the back door, you fling it open quickly and find yourself alarmed as there's exactly that - a smoking crater that takes up most of the yard. Oh, the landlord is gonna be pissed about this.

You can't help your curiosity though, and in spite of your roommate calling out a warning not to step into the crater, you carefully edge your way down into the indent that has to be at least ten feet deep, if not more. The charred scent of burning grass tickles your nose, along with... something strange, like ozone but utterly unfamiliar to you. It makes you cough where the smoke didn't, stumbling on your way to the center of the crater.

Ragged red fabric catches your eye just ahead, and before you can become too puzzled over its survival of such a powerful impact the thing - creature - person it's attached to makes everything clear, even if you can't believe your eyes. Maybe that weird smell was a hallucinatory chemical? Maybe you're just dreaming?

Because there's simply no way Vincent fucking Valentine is there curled up in the center of this giant crater.

You blink a few times, rub your eyes, pinch yourself and grimace when the pain tells you it's not a dream. Could still be a visual hallucination... but his cloak feels real enough when you reach down and gently brush your fingers over it. Well, fuck. He looks like he's out cold, and doesn't move when you tentatively push his shoulder with two fingers. Trust the guy to pass out when he needs to be awake, of course... you're probably gonna need help getting him up and out of this crater if he won't wake up. Which means trying to convince your roommate that he isn't a vampire from outer space or something equally asinine. Just... blorbo from your videogames. Fuck.

Today is shaping up to be one hell of a day.

[bluebeary-jay]

hiii ves! congrats on 1000! 💗

how about a joel miller fluffy piece with

how is it you always know what i need, huh? for the prompt? 🫶🏽

Hiiiii my lovely Mari!!! 🥰💗 Thank you so so much for your words but thank you even more for being a ray of sunshine in my life 🥺🫶 istg i wanna give you a thousand kisses

Aaaand here you go! I spent much more time on this lil fic than I should but I really like how it turned out and I hope you will too!! Thank you LOTS for requesting, love you!! 💕

You haven’t been feeling well since the morning.

Joel knew it must’ve been because of the rain which caught the two of you during the patrol the day before, leaving you completely drenched despite his efforts. How was it possible that he gave you his jacket and you still catched a cold while he didn’t even have a runny nose, was a mystery to him. But it didn’t really matter since here you were, unwell and not even able to leave the bed.

Good thing Joel knew how to take care of his girl.

He passed by Tommy’s early in the morning to pick up some medicine for you and went to the market to buy that citrus tea he knew you liked. When he got back you were still asleep but woke up several hours later with a headache and a runny nose. Joel stayed with you, catering to your every need and only leaving to prepare you breakfast. A sweet little thing you were, you didn’t want to let him do everything by himself, but he managed to convince you it’s no problem at all.

You were so difficult sometimes, though.

“There you go, babygirl,” he crooned, helping you sit up and propping up the pillow for you some time after you finished eating. “Easy now. Don’t rush yourself.”

“Joel, I’m fine,” you rasped with a sore throat, but he sent you a doubtful look and you groaned in defeat. “Okay, that was a lie. I feel terrible. But it’s not a reason for you to baby me.”

“M’not babyin’ you.” It was your turn to lift your eyebrows at him, unconvinced, and the corner of his lips twitched in a soft smile before he leaned in and planted a lingering kiss on your warm forehead. “‘Kay, maybe I am. But ya like it.”

“You wish.”

“And you don’t give me many chances to really coddle you,” he continued in a murmur, slowly brushing the hair away from your face. You closed your eyes and let out a weak moan, and Joel smiled with compassion. “So honestly, you can look at it as a favor t’me. Can you do that, babygirl? Let me take care of you and make me happy?”

“Always the caretaker,” you laughed breathlessly and peered up at him through your eyelashes. Even though your nose was red, your eyes swollen and your complexion had that sick look to it, you still were the most beautiful sight Joel has ever beheld. “You don’t need to stay with me, though. I can manage by myself.”

“I know. But I want to.”

“Stubborn man.”

Joel opened his mouth to tease you back, but then he saw you shivering and furrowed his brow.

“Are you cold?” he asked, though he was already sure that was the case. You nodded.

“A little. Can you grab me…”

“...that blanket with little ducks on it?” he finished for you, causing you to giggle and gaze at him with affection. “I know ya like it ‘cause it’s the fluffiest.”

“The softest,” you said at exactly the same time. “Yeah.”

Your eyes were filled with so much love that Joel felt weak in his knees. He tore his eyes away from you and turned around to the closet to grab your blanket from the highest shelf. You shifted to one side of the bed, probably so that Joel could lie down by your side, but before he did that he tucked you in carefully, making sure you were warm and comfortable. Then he dashed to the kitchen, bringing back a glass of water and another pill for you to take.

Only then he laid down behind you, enfolding your cocooned form and pulling you closer to his chest. You closed your eyes with a blissful smile and sighed deeply.

“Don’t even say anythin’ about infectin’ me with it,” Joel murmured, knowing that you’re probably already worrying about him in that pretty little head of yours. He wrapped his arms tighter around you through the many blankets. “I’ll be fine. And you’re still cold.”

“Wasn’t gonna say anythin’,” you answered softly with your eyes still closed. “Joel?”

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“How is it you always know what I need, huh?”

He chuckled and adjusted the duvet by your neck, making sure that no cold air could sneak its way under the covers.

“My psychic abilities,” he whispered in response and his smile grew when he felt your torso shake with laughter under his arm. Joel kissed the back of your head and then went lower to press his lips to your neck, causing you to squirm slightly. “But truthfully, it’s ‘cause I love ya so much.”

You snorted. “Such a romantic.”

“S’true.”

“Well, I love you more.” He hummed in a ‘you don’t know what you’re talking about’ fashion, and you groaned in weariness. Joel felt your body relaxing in his hold. “You’re so warm, baby. And so good to me.”

“Anythin’ for you, love.��� He wanted to kiss your head once more but suddenly you started to wiggle, forcing him to move back a little to give you room to maneuver. “What’re doin’ now?”

“Shh.” You made a couple more adorable grunts before you finally stopped, now facing Joel and beaming proudly. “Ta-da!”

“You’re silly.” Joel shook his head, but internally he was spellbound by the significance of your action. You wanted to be face to face with him and he was glad for the opportunity to kiss your forehead now. “My sweet babygirl. You should rest, not wiggle ‘round.”

“Tsk!” you silenced him again and kicked his leg, though because of how many covers you were under, it felt more like a gentle nudge. “Gimme your leg.”

“Give ya it where?” he asked in response with a faint smile, and you huffed impatiently, your head hitting the pillow again when you grew tired of keeping it up in the air.

“Throw it over me. Please?” you added when he initially didn’t move. Joel indulged you, though not without hesitation.

“You sure? I don’t wanna crush you…”

“You won’t.” You assured him and snuggled your face into his chest, causing butterflies to flutter around in Joel’s belly. “I like feelin’ your weight on me.”

“Like an extra blanket?” he joked, to which you snorted as well.

“Yeah. Exactly.”

“Better than the one with ducks?”

“The best one.”

He smiled with adoration and pulled you in closer, caging you in his arms. You didn’t seem to mind, though, and freed your hand from the blankets to wrap one arm around his stomach, keeping the other one between your chests. The heat from under the duvet instantly started to become too much for Joel, but he tried to disregard the uncomfortable feeling for now.

“Stay for a while, darling,” you asked suddenly, your voice muffled from the way you had your cheek pressed against his chest. Joel looked down and saw your eyes closed and a serene smile on your face, the sight of which made him swoon. “I feel so warm like this with you. And safe.”

“You are,” Joel assured you softly and put his palm on the back of your head. “I’ll keep ya safe, sweetheart, I promise. You can sleep soundly.”

You sniffed and whined weakly. “M’not sleepy. Let’s just stay like that.”

“You need to get your strength back.” Joel moved his head to kiss your hot forehead again and smiled faintly against your skin. You opened your mouth to retort, but he cut you off before you could even start. “And no buts. You said it yourself, after all…”

You grumbled quietly, but Joel could see you were tired, your eyes already closing again. He took a deep breath, not caring about the risk of catching the cold from you and followed suit, deciding to stay with you for a nap as well.

“I always know what my baby needs.”

[iknowyuu]

hiii! can you make a scenario with sieun where reader (she/her) sees his wounds and helps him treat them and she scolds him for getting into fights. thank you in advance and btw i love your work!!

the flower and his bee

kdrama!sieun x reader

// read req!

tags: childhood friends to lovers, she/her reader (only referred to once, feel free to change it in the place of another), hugs, confessions, reader snaps at sieun, crying, angst -> comfort

note: i really like this one !! hope u do too :)

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the first time your best friend of almost ten years got into a fight was an extreme shock for you. you never knew him to be someone who engaged with talking, let alone an argument— in fact, the only reason the two of you were friends was because you’ve known each other since you were little kids. you don't think he would've talked to you otherwise.

you were in a different classroom than him, so you didn’t see it go down, but you did know he ended up with a bloody lip. when you heard from another student that there wa a fight, you didn’t care. like, at all. but when word got out that it was sieun, best believe you were the first out of the classroom.

after he was sent to the office and on his way back to class, the hallways were now clear— save for you waiting at his classroom door. when you heard footsteps coming your way, your head whipped to his direction, finding him there. you ran up to him and engulfed him in a hug, “oh my god, are you okay?” your eyes wandered to his lip, finding it still red. “you’re bleeding..” you frowned at him.

somehow, sieun’s fights become more and more common. he would text you everytime and you would dash to wherever he was and clean him (and his other friends) up. tending to wounds was something you were used to, since one of your guardians was a nurse, but as fight number two, three, four and five went by you became less worried and more frustrated. everytime you asked him what provoked the fight, he would just say “nothing.” or just be plain vague. you never push for details in fear of making him uncomfortable, but your patience was wearing thin.

“I got into another fight,” he texted you. you fumed at the phone screen. furiously texting back, you responded with “you come to me this time.”

the two of you have always been like a flower and a bumblebee, feeding off each other, not being able to live without the other, so when you first noticed he was pulling away from you, you felt devastated. these past few weeks he's been spending less and less time with you, and more time with his new friends. you couldn't help but feel a little jealous. . . he was allowed to have other friends of course, but knowing that didn't stop you from feeling the way you did.

minutes of you wallowing in your own anger allowed you to calm down a bit and instead decide what you would say when he arrives. you sighed as you heard the knock at the apartment door— he’s lucky you’re the only one home today or you would’ve just left him as is. (that isn’t true, you would travel to the end of the world for him, but you weren’t willing to admit it at the moment.)

opening the door you didn't bother even making eye contact before walking away. he closed the door behind him and locked it, slipping off his shoes, wondering about your aloof behavior.

you went to your room and into your bathroom, not having to shift around anything to find the supplies you needed, knowing exactly where they are since you used them so often.

you walked back into your room to find sieun standing there, not knowing what to do. "come here and sit down." you commanded with just as much coldness as you intended, turning around and waiting for him in the bathroom.

he sat on the hood of the toilet and watched you with those big eyes of his, watching as you opened the first aid kit and brought out the materials. he winced as you cleaned up his face with the rubbing alcohol, dabbing the cotton above his eyebrow.

it was completely silent, but sieun could tell you weren't happy with him. it's not like you were ever happy with him nowadays, but this time felt much different. "are you.." his words trailed before you cut him off, "no, i'm not okay." you frowned as you patted his wound, suddenly stopping. seconds went by and he looked up at you, then back down at his lap. catching a glimpse of his innocent eyes was what pushed you over the edge.

"why do you keep doing this to yourself?" you asked, voice wavering. you scolded yourself when you saw in your peripheral the way sieun whipped his head towards you at the sound of your shaky voice. "i know it's probably not your fault. i know you probably can't help it. i just wish.." tears welled up in your eyes and you didn't bother trying to stop them, knowing it'd be no use. they ran freely down your cheeks, non-stopping.

you had pent up so much of your worry and sadness over his injuries and it all came spewing out like clouds that had been saving evaporated water, waiting for the perfect day to let loose and rain down on the earth. your face scrunched up in anguish and your wrists shielded your face- your hands being occupied with the gauze and bandages. "i just," you hiccuped, your shoulders shaking, "i'm worried about y-you, and you don't-t tell me anything a-anymore. we used t-to talk a-about everything when we were li-little, but now you're completely shut o-off. what's going o-on, sieun?"

sieun watched you, his heart breaking a little more with each tear that spilled from your pretty eyes. someone like you didn't deserve to cry, let alone the cause being her best friend. he stood up and didn't hesitate to hug you, knowing that physical touches were a great sense of comfort for you. you also didn't hesitate to hug him back, your shoulders shaking with your sobs, burying your face into his shoulder. like a domino effect, your tears triggered his. how could it not?

the two of you stood like that for a minute or two, and as your cries gradually stopped, neither of you made any move to release each other. you stayed in each other's arms, emotions through the roof. your heart beat slowly, and with how close you were to him, you were sure you could feel his beating with yours.

"i've missed you," you whispered, breaking the prolonged silence. "so much. more than you know." you held him tighter as if he was going to escape from your side after you said that. he didn't speak, opting to nod softly, signaling he did too. you pulled away first and held him close to you, his face just inches from yours. just looking at his face could make you cry. being so lost in him, his presence, you couldn't stop the first thing that popped into your mind from spilling from your mouth, "i love you."

before you could even regret it, he responded, "i love you too," almost as if it was second nature. you pulled him back into your arms, words failing you. it's not like any of you had anything left to say, anyway. all that mattered was that you were together, standing together, feeling together, loving together.

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[trentlvrr]

Best I ever had - TAA

Summary- your friend set you up with a random guy she met at the club. Will he be the one aka the best you’ve ever had or the complete opposite? Keep reading to find out! ;))

Info and warnings: fluff fluff fluff, this is my first story so sorry if it’s bad!!

Word count: idk but it’s short

Chapter 2: let me spoil you

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4 days later

I was watching a film til my phone buzzed

Trent: get dressed

Y/n: why?

Trent: I’m coming to get you and tell leia to get ready too 😏

Y/n: okay! 🤭

‘Weird’ I thought to myself. Even though I was confused, i went to the bathroom to start getting ready. When I got there, I FaceTimed leia. “Hello” she said groggy. She sounded like she had just woken up. “Get ready, Trent’s taking us out” I said while washing my face. “What?” She said while leaping from her bed. She left her phone and I could hear her moving around. “Wait why both of us and not just you” she asked. “I’m not sure but he told me to tell you to get ready so get ready” I said while applying moisturizer to my face. “Okay okay” she said excitedly while picking up her phone and rushing to the bathroom. “I’ll call you back when I’m done getting ready” I told her. “Alright bye!” She said blowing a kiss. “Byee!” I said while catching it, she smiled then I hung up. “Alright let’s pick out an outfit” I said exiting my bathroom and heading to my closet.

I started picking up clothes from my closet. I picked up an orange dress. “It’s cute but maybe too much”. I picked up a blue top. “This top is so pretty and I haven’t worn it yet but the cut is so low.” I sighed. ‘What do I wear then’ I thought to myself while looking at my closet. My eyes then landed on a white dress. It was calling my name. “Perfect!” I squealed. I dashed to the bathroom to put on the dress and do my makeup. “I look so good” I said to myself as I looked in the mirror. I blew a kiss at myself before exiting. I then picked out some jewelry, shoes and a tote bag that I haven’t worn out yet. “Perfect” I said smiling at myself while looking at my full length mirror. My phone then buzzed so I rushed to the bathroom to retrieve it.

Trent: I’m outside

Y/n: alright, Coming!!

(Outfit)

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I walked out of the apartment complex and saw Trent at the front, standing in front of his car. I waddle-ran over to him since I couldn’t sprint in the heels. He had his arms wide open and caught me. “Hey pretty girl” he said smiling. “Hey Trent” I responded. We then broke off the hug and i went to open the passengers door but someone opened it from the inside.

“Hey, im Jude” the man inside said as he stepped out. “Uh I’m y/n” I responded, moving to the side. He smiled. He kept the door open and put out his hand, signaling me to go in. He was so handsome, his pearly whites and his pretty brown eyes were everything. “Oh are you sure? You were sitting there before me” I said to him. “Yea it’s fine” he said as he ushered me into the passengers seat. I smiled at him and hesitantly got into the car. When I got in, Trent went around and got in the driver then Jude sat in the back. “Now we just have to pick up leia” Trent said while opening the maps app and typing her address in.

We got to leias house and she was already outside. I got out the car and speed walked to her with my arms open. She ran to me with her arms open too. We then collided and hugged. “Ahhh hey lei” I squealed. “Hey y/n” she shrieked. We then hugged eachother tighter. We broke off the hug and went back to car. Trent rolled the window down. “Hey leia” Trent said. “Hiii” she responded while opening the back door. Her eyes met with judes. “Oh hey” she said. Her face turning red. “Hey” he said as he smiled. He then scooted over and she sat down. She looked over at me and her eyes widened with a “girl he is fine” look. I laughed and sat back in the passengers seat. “Next stop, the mall” Trent says. “Ouuu we’re going shopping?” Leia says. “Yup” Trent says smirking. “Good thing I brought my wallet” I said. “You should’ve left it at home” Trent says. “Why?” I said amused. “So I can pay for your things baby” he said turning his head and winking at me. I rolled my eyes, fighting back the smile that was creeping onto my face. “Can you guys do this when we’re not in the car?” Jude says from the back. We all burst into laughter.

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We got to the mall and the boys stepped out of the car first. Trent came on my said and opened the door for me and Jude opened the door for leia. ‘Jude and leia are so cute, too bad she has a bf’. I thought to myself. We then walked into the mall, me and Trent holding hands, leia and Jude walking beside eachother awkwardly. We then made it into the mall. “Well, let’s split up” Trent suggested. “What?” Me, Jude and leia said in union. “I said let’s split up, me and y/n and Jude and leia” he responds. “But we don’t even know eachother” leia says. “Then get to know eachother” Trent says smiling before dragging me into the nearest store, i waved leia and Jude goodbye as I was pulled into the store. “Well..” Jude says checking his imaginary watch. “Well..” leia says looking around. Her phone then pings. *sale at h&m*. “Ahhh there’s a sale!” She shrieked. She then took Jude by the hand and pulled him to h&m.

The store Trent pulled me into was no other than a luxury store, Chanel. “Woah” I said as I looked through the store. Yea I had some Chanel pieces but this was a whole new world. “See anything you like?” Trent says coming behind me resting his head on my shoulder and putting his hands on my waist. “Yea this bag right here, it’s so cute” I said pointing at a pink Chanel bag.

(The bag)

I thought for a minute before I said something. “I don’t think I’ll get it though, maybe another time” I said about to walk away from the bag but Trent held me in place. “I’ll get it then” Trent said picking up the bag. I turned to face him. “No no, you don’t have to trent” I said trying to get him to put down the bag. “Why?” He asked smirking. “Because i dont want you spending so much money on me” I say. “Just let me spoil you y/n, I only have a few days left in the us and I wanna make these days memorable” he says. “Fine.” I say as I give in. He smiles. We walk to the register and he pays for the bag. “Thank you!” We say to the cashier before walking out. Once we get out he passes me the bag. “Here you go baby” he says. “Thanks Trent” I say smiling.

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(Leias pov)

Me and Jude made it to h&m and I immediately rushed to the dresses, he followed close behind. “What do you think of this?” I ask him like we’ve been together for months. It was a pastel yellow dress.

(The dress)

“It’s nice, it would look really good on you” Jude responds. I smile and turn away quickly before he sees my face turning red. ‘Leia stop you have a bf’ I thought to myself. I then got myself together and kept looking through the dresses. Jude also started looking. He pulled out a cute white dress. “What about this one? I feel like it would look good on you” Jude says.

(The dress)

“Maybe I should try it on then” I said smirking. I then took his hand and dragged him to the fitting rooms. “Wait out here” I told him. He nodded. I go into a room and put the white dress on. I moved my braids to see it better. It fits me nicely. ‘He was right, it does look good on me’ I thought to myself. It hugged all my curves, my ass looked great and my boobs did too. I then walked out to show Jude. His jaw dropped. “Woah” is all he could say. “Like what you see?” I say smirking. “Y-yea, I mean you look great leia” he says. “Thanks” I say giggling. He rubs the back of his neck and laughs. I then go back into the the room and change. After that we head to the register and I pay for my stuff. Me and Jude then walked out.

“Well what should we do now?” I ask. He looks around til something catches his eyes. “We can go get ice cream” he says pointing at the ice cream shop. “Ouuu yes” I say as we walk over. “What do you want?” He asks. “Mint chocolate” I say. “Weird but okay.” He laughs. I roll my eyes. “One vanilla and one mint chocolate” he tells the cashier. He pays for both of them and we find seats to enjoy our ice creams. “Mmm this is so good” I say as I take a bite of my ice cream. “Really?” Jude asks with a disgusted look. “Don’t look at me like that! it’s really good, try it” I say rolling my eyes. He hesitates but then tries some. “Wait this is kinda good” he says. “I told you” I said. We both laughed.

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(Your pov)

After a while we were done shopping and met up with eachother. All of us then headed back to the car and got in. “Trent you can drop me off with y/n” leia says. “Alright” Trent says. We then drive to my house. We got there and me and leia got out. “Wait leia, let me get your number” Jude says, handing her his phone. “Of course” she says taking Jude’s phone and putting her number in. She smiles and hands it back. “Thanks” he says. “No problem” she responds. Me and and Trent smirk at eachother. “Alright bye guys” I say catching Jude and leia off guard. Trent laughs. “Bye” Trent and Jude say. We waved them goodbye and they drove off. “What was that for” leia groaned. “Remember when me and Trent were about to kiss but you interrupted us?” I say smirking. “Oh” she replies. We then head to my apartment.

“So tell me what happened” I say to leia when we walk into my apartment. “What do you mean?” She says settling down on my couch. “What happened with you and Jude, don’t act dumb lei” I reply. “Nothing happened, we just got to know eachother I guess” she says avoiding eye contact. “Tell me more leia, please” I beg, sitting on the couch beside her. “Fine” she squeals excitedly. She then tells me all the details. “Wow” I say. “Y’all cute” I smirk. “Stop y/n, you know I have a boyfriend” she laughs. “Jude is way better than Toby though” I respond. “I know but I love Toby too much” she says looking down. “Does he love you though?” I ask. Leia looks up shocked. “Stop y/n” she whines. I laugh and hug her. She hugs me back and laughs too.

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That’s it! I hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 3 coming soon!! :p

[f1-stuff]

Hi :D I'm such a big fan of your writing! I've reread so many of your fics, all of them but in for a penny, in for a pound and the my enemy my ally series (oh and My Girl) recently. The way you write Charlos, and the worlds you build are just such a pleasure to read (the historical, the contemporary, canon!) You're such a versatile writer. The way you take their characters in completely different settings and yet they still retain that charlos-ness (?) I'm just endlessly in awe (sorry I basically just explained fanfiction but you do it so well!) I'm always a bit of a lurker, but I wanted to say a big thank you for all your contributions to the fandom (the gifs, the posts, the fics, all of it!). It's such a pleasure to see you on my dash and in my inbox with an ao3 update <3

Also I was wondering if you have any book recs? I just enjoy your writing so much I wondered if there are any books you really love and rec <3

I hope you have a lovely rest of your day <3

Hiii! Thank you so much for all the nice words 🥹 Honestly, I feel like most of my book recs would be a little basic 😂 but my favorite series of all time is The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater (also I haven’t reread them but the sequel Dreamer series made me cry) - she has such a distinct style and flare to her writing that I don’t think gets enough credit, partially bc up to now her books have been classified as YA. But I believe she’s branching out of YA for her next book. Anyway, check her out if you haven’t!

Other than that, I’ve read and enjoyed a lot of popular fiction- Six of Crows, Red White & Royal Blue, Song of Achilles, Simon Snow, Shades of Magic, Gideon the Ninth, Captive Prince. Last year, I read Priory of the Orange Tree and was blown away! Also, The Martian was a favorite of mine in college. And I read a lot of graphic novels, which could warrant their own post lmao, but Heartstopper and Check, Please! are beloved favorites.

[sitp-recs]

hiii i just breezed through that slutty drarry reclist wheww you’re doing god’s work what a wonderful list!!!! i see you’re getting a lot of asks lately so feel free to answer this (or not!!) whenever you feel like it, but i was wondering if you knew of any fics where harry gives up his slutty lifestyle for draco, sort of like “harry potter gives a shit” by talithan. i would prefer if it was harry but the vice versa is also fine! we’re so lucky to have you in this fandom and i feel grateful every time i see your posts on my dash, thank you so much for everything!!! <3

Hello my friend! Love that for us, I’ve had lots of fun putting that slutty reclist together and am always happy to find taste twins when it comes to smut 😏 personally I’ve been more into open relationships lately but you might enjoy these fics where either Harry or Draco have casual sex before getting together:

Harry:

Amber by @slytherco (E, 4.7k)

Despite his numerous flings, Harry's thoughts keep circling back to Draco, only half-aware of his perpetual draw where they're not strangers, not-quite friends, but definitely something. When they both get played by the same person, Harry and Draco find a way to get back at him, and maybe get something extra out of it as a result.

100 Beats per Minute by @oknowkiss (E, 14k)

When Draco left the Magical World behind at nineteen, he didn't expect the cusp of thirty would find him comfortable and secure, with a stable life and a successful career as a sex columnist.

Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 (E, 19k)

In which Harry thinks he’s a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.

Famous by @fw00shy (E, 24k)

It's a couple of years after the war, and Harry's bored of models now, the same way he's bored of Ron's constant nagging, bored of his Weasley monogram knitwear, bored of the same fucking grin that greets him when he hands his fire-truck red Bugatti over to the valet every night. He wants to find—well, he isn't sure what he wants. Anything but models.

Terrible People by wolfpants (E, 53k)

What happens when Harry and Draco end up on the same Muggle gay cruise? They certainly didn't plan for it to happen (but their friends might have). They're stuck with each other for a week, they might as well make the most of it, right? Featuring a holiday-long game of Truth or Dare, a very ill-judged FWB proposition, decades-long pining, lots of gin, and a small pair of green swimming trunks.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (E, 234k)

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.

Draco:

Hourglass Heart by @bixgirl1 (E, 5k)

It only happened once — depending on how Harry counted.

Death Dreams by @writcraft (E, 9.5k)

Draco likes to keep things casual, or at least he did before Harry Potter barged back into his life.

Keep your hands on me by @tenthousandyearsx (E, 21k)

Malfoy binds himself with a sex curse. Harry cannot get enough (but would much prefer to keep Malfoy for himself).

The Things We Need by @Kbrick (E, 25k) - established Drarry, polyamory

Three hundred and fifty-three days out of the year, Harry is in a monogamous, fufilling relationship with Draco Malfoy. Then there are the other twelve days.

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore (E, 28k)

Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man. God, he wanted this – wanted it so much he could taste it, a metallic tang of heat and desire. He suspected nothing would ever be the same again – especially when he saw who else was in the room.

[luukeskywalker]

ficlet for beefleaf and number uh.... 7?

HIII I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HAVE BEEN. SO BUSY. and also i was trying to make this fit very hard because ermm the song has no lyrics it is in fact a song from the hit video game jedi: survivor and all the ideas i was coming up with didn't have the same energy that i wanted for them LOL (BUT THANK YOU FOR PICKING THIS BECAUSE IT WAS SUCH A CHALLENGE AND I LOVE CHALLENGES!!!!)

so anyways this is ermm. a jedi: survivor au and truthfully this in my mind is like chapter 1 of a 100k one sided enemies to lovers slowburn because that's how every beefleaf fic should be. TO ME

Shi Qingxuan did not know why the stranger, suspended in a strange bacta tank for who knows how long, seemed so familiar. There was something in the gentle, floating swoop of its ink-black hair that called out through the Force, that pulled him closer to inspect this beautiful being. Or maybe it was the pale blue hand that was almost outstretched, as if it had been suspended in animation before fully expecting it, that beckoned him towards the controls to the tank. 

“Qingxuan?” Shi Wudu’s voice crackled over the comm, startling him out of his near-trance. “What did you find in there?” 

He brought the comm unit on his wrist up to his mouth. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.” 

Shi Qingxuan had snuck her way through countless hordes of the rogues that had holed themselves away on this ancient planet, and had finally found safe passage through the near-decrepit Jedi temple they guarded. Her brother had argued against it, almost demanding to come along, but something had told her this was something she’d needed to do by herself.

And now she could see why. 

The being in the bacta tank called to her. Her head began to pound with some sort of energy with each step she took, as if the person trapped inside could sense her presence. It was as if she couldn’t control her own hands as they flew across the controls. 

Steam hissed as the bacta began to drain out of the tank, and the being inside – Shi Qingxuan vaguely recognized it was Chiss – started to sink down along with the gelatinous fluid. She was quick to dash up the steps to the top of the tank (how old was this one, anyways? All the tanks she’d seen had harnesses to keep their occupants steady even if the bacta was drained) and grabbed it under its arms, yanking him out of the tank. 

The Chiss coughed wetly as Shi Qingxuan removed his respirator, and groggily opened his eyes, fixing her with a glowing red glare. 

“Qingxuan!” Shi Wudu’s voice over the comm again. “What’s going o-” 

He shut the comm off. Shi Wudu could wait. 

The Chiss was slow to come back to full awareness. Being suspended in bacta was disorienting even for just a few hours – he had no idea how long this handsome stranger had been locked away here, where time had nearly forgotten it. 

“...Qingxuan.” 

That was not his brother’s voice. 

The Chiss, still curled on the floor, gave another weak cough. “I thought you’d leave me here to rot.” 

“Why would I do that?” Shi Qingxuan asked, taking a step back to give it some space. Even if he hadn’t been compelled by some strange, other force (not The Force, mind you, but something else, something deeper than that, if that was even possible), he still would have tried his best to free them. No one deserved to be forgotten like that. 

The Chiss narrowed his eyes in something that looked like almost baleful confusion, and something about it was so familiar that Shi Qingxuan’s breath caught in his throat. “How long has it been since you put me in here?” 

“Um, well, I don’t know how long you’ve been in there, but I think it’s been a while. This temple was abandoned nearly two hundred years ago.” Shi Qingxuan laughed nervously. “I wasn’t alive that long ago, so I definitely didn’t do that to you.” He held out a hand, as it looked like the Chiss was finally getting its bearings. “My name is Shi Qingxuan. And you are…?”

The Chiss did not take his hand, instead opting to slowly and carefully rise to his feet on his own. “Two hundred years…” 

It staggered slightly over to a small compartment next to the controls, then pressed a few buttons that Shi Qingxuan couldn’t understand. The compartment opened, and the Chiss removed a dark-hilted lightsaber from inside. 

“I shouldn’t believe you.” He turned to face Shi Qingxuan. “But I sense the truth. The world is…different. Clouded. Dangerous.” Shi Qingxuan suddenly got the feeling that maybe she’d just made a terrible mistake. “You don’t remember me.” 

“Umm,” Shi Qingxuan said, “No?” 

“Then let me introduce myself properly,” the Chiss ignited his lightsaber, and they were both met with a hissing, snapping red blade, crackling from hundreds of years of disuse. “My name is He Xuan. You betrayed me. And now you will pay the price.”

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Hiii!! First of all wanted to say how happy I am to always see you in my dash! You’re a big inspiration to me for writing and I have a fic I need to finish and you’ve helped with getting me motivated to do so. 💖 For the hcs to drabbles, I love the idea of Nick being able to say tickle and ticklish to Charlie when he’s being all teasey, but when it’s used against him- he blushes and can’t look at Charlie. A big and tough rugby lad until Charlie turns the tables.

Friend! *hugs* Oh my goodness, you are beyond sweet! Thank you so, so much! I'm glad I can be a part of your inspiration and motivation- that means a ton, truly!

This headcanon is so freaking cute AHH! I've gotcha covered! :D

“Nick, I swear if you keep tapping that pen, I will tickle you!”

The threat was fairly weak- Charlie didn’t even know if Nick was ticklish. He figured the rugby lad would grin at him all cheeky before tackling him into the carpet.

What he didn’t expect was Nick to freeze, eyes widening and cheeks flushing a noticeable shade of red. Charlie stared.

Then he smiled.

“Nick-”

“Don’t.” Nick held up his hands, already giggling. “Doohohn’t you dare!”

“Don’t what? I just said your name.” Charlie turned around so he was facing him properly, slowly crawling up until he was inches from his boyfriend. “I didn’t say I was gonna tickle you, did I? I could tickle you though, if you’re ticklish.”

Each use of that dreaded word make Nick scrunch more, shoulders to his ears as he hid his face in his hands. “Chahahr, stahhahap!” He whimpered, earning a fit of giggles from Charlie.

“I haven’t even touched you yet!” He laughed, waiting. When Nick peeked between his fingers, he smiled, wiggling his own. “Nick, I’m gonna….TICKLE YOU!” He yelled in glee, fingers finding all the soft parts of his belly. “Tickle tickle tickle!”

“AHH! AHehhahahahahahhaha! Chahahhhar, plehahahahhahase!” Nick cried, head thrown back in mirth as he wiggled like a fish. “Dohohoohohohohn’t aheahhahahhahahaha!”

“Don’t what? Don’t tickle you? Can’t say the word now, Nick? What happened?” Charlie was in heaven. After many, many, MANY flustering attacks from his boyfriend, it was nice to get him back. “Is my big strong rugby star boyfriend too ticklish for his own good?”

“Ahehahahhahaha, yehahahhahahhahahhahase!” Nick wheezed, grabbing his boyfriend around the waist and twisting. Seconds later, they were lying side by side on the carpet, giggling like kids. “Stahahahp it, you dohoohrk!”

“Nehehehver! You’re so cute!” Charlie smiled, scooting forward as he pressed a small kiss against Nick’s smiling mouth.

“No way- you’re the cute one. I’m the strong one.” Nick pulled him on top of him once more, making Charlie giggle like a child. “But I suppose it’s not so bad being cute every once and awhile.”

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a dabble for it!

[kimetsu-chan]

Hiii~! Do you take requests for now? If yes, I will request modern au My OC Kiyoka and Muichiro, (MuiKiyo) Kiyoka and Muichiro are friends, and teases him about a certain person Kiyoka thinks he likes, but Kiyoka is the one he wants and confesses to her the first day of snow, (maybe their first kiss too under the mistletoe hehe)

I hope it's not too much, always feel free to add your ideas, and if requests are closed then that’s totally fineee thank you for taking your to read this~!

ILY~!🥺💕🥹

This request is so cute!! I’d gladly write it for you!

Also we love a blushy Mui in this household 😋 

~First Snow and Confessions~

It was December 12th and it felt like Muichiro couldn’t get Kiyoka to stop asking about who he liked, it was obvious to everyone but her that he liked her. With the way he was much more gentle around her than anyone else and the way he would stare at her with a lovesick expression when she wasn’t paying attention. To him, she was the most beautiful girl in the world. And the only one he likes. Muichiro was shaken out of his thoughts when he poked his cheek.

“Hello~! Earth to Mui!”

He let out a soft hum and she handed him his backpack.

“You almost forgot your backpack as we were leaving silly~ Watcha thinking about that’s getting you so distracted?”

Muichiro’s cheeks heated up as he grabbed his backpack and Kiyoka’s heart sank a little. She don’t let it show on her face but she thought he was blushing at their classmate, Nezuko. She put on a fake mischievous smile and stepped in front of him.

“Ooo! Lemme guess! You’re thinking about how cute Nezuko is huh!”

Muichiro whipped his head to glare at her but she knew not to take it to heart.

“Wh-Wha, no! I don’t think she’s cute, I think you’r—“

Muichiro stopped himself mid sentence and turned away with his cheeks heating up even more. Kiyoka gave him a puzzled face and tried to peek at his face. 

“Mui? What’s wrong?”

Muichiro shook his head and pretended to be grumpy as he started to walk away.

“Nothing… let’s just go before we miss the bus”

Kiyoka grabbed his sleeve and gave him her best puppy dog eyes.

“Pleeeaasseee Mui. You can’t just tell me you don’t have a crush on Nezuko then not tell me who you actually have a crush on!”

Muichiro scowled in embarrassment and tried to pry away from her grasp.

“Yes I can, and I will.”

“But why Mui”

“Because it’s you… and I don’t have the guts to tell you…” 

Muichiro had muttered that last part under his breath so Kiyoka didn’t hear.

“What was that Mui?”

“Nothing let’s just get going…”

Kiyoka decided to tease him to make herself feel better. She thought he couldn’t possibly like her back, but she was wrong.

“Aww, is it me you have a crush on~?”

Muichiro froze as his face lit up even more. And once Kiyoka noticed, she stopped giggling. Her own cheeks started to grow red as she dashed in front of him.

“Wait…. Really?! You like me, of all people?!”

“Is it that obvious…?”

Kiyoka stood still with a blank expression as she processed what he was saying. Once it finally clicked, Kiyoka started to speed walk towards the door of the school. Muichiro chased after her whilst yelling.

“Kiyo! Wait up! Can we please talk about this?”

Muichiro was worried this meant that she didn’t like him back. His worry grew as he saw her stop right outside the building. He ran up to her and looked at her with concern.

“Kiyo what’s wro—“

“It’s snowing….”

“Huh?”

Muichiro looked at the sky and it was indeed snowing, the first snow of the season. A large smile embedded itself on Kiyoka’s face and she excitedly turned to Mui, grabbing his hands in the process.

“It’s snowing! Mui Mui look!”

Muichiro sighed in relief that Kiyoka didn’t seem to be upset by him liking her. He thought about it for a moment before taking her hands and making her look him in the eye.

“Kiyoka…. I like you. A lot. And I want to know if you would like to go out with me…”

The scene was beautiful. Kiyoka and Muichiro were standing underneath a beautiful blue sky with snow falling all around them. What made it even better was the small kiss Kiyoka planted on his cheek. She pulled away with a smile, her hands still in his.

“I like you too Mui and I would love to go out with you later. But now…” 

She let go of his hands and ran out into the snowy grass. She picked up some snow and formed it into a ball before throwing it at him.

“We’re having a snowball fight!!”

~La Fin~

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT KIYOOO 💕

IT WAS A LOT OF FUN TO WRITE!