#thank you nonnie I appreciate it <33< /div>
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Also! I can't remember if you're a recent twt refugee or if you've been here a while, regardless sometimes people don't know things
But if you're wanting to stop as many asks from coming in or stop asks in general, you can go into your settings and disable anons (less people are willing to send things when their name is attached) or you can just straight up disable them all together!
Idk if you know this or have any interest in doing that but it's there if you want it 🫶
oh yep I've been here for 8 years haha, but this is a good note for some of the newer folks here because I have acquired MANY twitter refugees!
I typically don't turn off anon unless I get nasty people in my inbox, and I think at this point most of my anons know their ask might not be answered because if my inbox gets too full I will usually just delete everything and start from scratch
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Sweet love, do you think it’s time for a vacation? (I saw this while also acknowledging that vacation time and time off in general is a luxury for most 😅)
Darling, yo girl is dying for a vacation tbh. I'm hoping to take a day or two off next week so here's to hoping they revive me a little bit.
My ideal vacation is away from everyone I know in someplace pretty with good food, my books, and so much quiet 🫠 we needs it precious.
#asks#Anonymous#anon#thank you for your kind message 'nonnie#I'll be okay once I take another nap or something lol#i appreciate you <33
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No plz I'm just so excited that you would consider writing another part of the sea change. Thank you so much for this masterpiece, I keep going back to it from time to time and think about this Oikawa😭❤️🚩
my rule has always been no follow ups to any of my fics*
*unless i decide i wanna
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#but yea lately#there's a few fics that i'm like#hmmmmm#i have Thoughts#rhi answers#thank you nonnie#i make no promises#but i appreciate the ask <33
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just wanted to say your writing is insane i NEED to be sedated every time i read one of your works 😭😭🛐
oh nonnie u don’t know how much i love hearing things like this >:
#sometimes i get in my own head !!!#today was one of those days#so i appreciate this sm it means a lot to me 🥺 thank u lovely !!#i will try and lock in for these thirsts now#i love u sm for taking the time outta ur day to say this <33#giving you candy and boba !!!!#🦢— mail !#sugar high (then the crash) works as a sedative no !!! get that rest nonnie
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If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! ♥️💋💕
brb i’m gonna go cry under my blankets
#*☆゚. destinies cross ── asks.#nonnie!#whenever people send these things it’s soooo sweet#and makes my heart a little warmer so <33 thank u for this anon#truly i appreciate you 🎀
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ONLY if youre comfortable w sharing, how many followers do you have? just outta curiousity~ if you don't wanna answer pls ignore !
i don't mind sharing at all nonny :)) thank you so much for being polite, but first, im curious as to how many you think i have 👀
#🌻.nonny<33#honestly im more about engagement over followers#so whether people are reading/reblogging/commenting on my work#i love every single one of my followers though and i appreciate you all so eo much#thank you for your support !!#also its nearly 1 am so im gonna sleep now nigjy everyone readin the tags
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He actually says “Are you here to play hockey or to hurt people? People pay to watch me play.” 🙂
YEAH let me fix it
thankie!!!
#ask box thingy#am a bit High and twt pissed me tf off so i was just typing away with no thoughts in my head#appreciate u nonnie :3#ugh take me Back to that night#ANYWAYS thank you again :33
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Your username reminded me of the office sirens. SOOOO, what about...rookie Leon with an office siren? He would be so scared of her, because she's so mysterious and pretty he could die. OMG I'M going to die now 😭😭
HAHA YESS.. HI NONNIE :333 i have office siren glasses irl so im literally an office siren TRUST!!!! but YES, i lowkey got the alias for my love for sirens (the sea creatures) AND cause of the office siren trend..nonnie…YOURE INSIDE MY BRAIN!!!
but YEA! i love office sirens so ofc since i love it so does leon cuz he’s my personal ken doll >_<
he’s so shy.. like rookie leon isn’t like outwardly shy, but in his HEART!! he feels shy, like he sees you and his brain needs to restart?? like he thinks you’re hot with your glasses and WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?!!1!1 he’s stumbling over his words and acting like a TOTAL FOOL. like get a grip kennedy CMON!!! in og4, when hunnigan doesn’t have her glasses on he’s like “yknow you look cute w/o your glasses” like major eyeroll she was so hot with her glasses but im gonna ignore that cuz LEON LIKES GIRLS WITH GLASSES IN MY HEAD!!!! girls with glasses are literally sooo fine like hello
okay so back to rookie leon :33
YES! he is shy, but he does make any excuse to spend time with you during work, like he wants you so bad he just NEEDS!! to be there idk.. he gets really embarrassed if you catch him eyeing you, like i’m sorry but your hair tied back, with those glasses, and the cute blazer and pencil skirt combo you have on?? he quite literally cannot look away, it would be a crime to not appreciate you… even if it gets a bit creepy sometimes (>人<;)
he defooo jerks off to you, like you’re constantly in his mind and that includes when he’s horny!! >_< like, his beating his fist and cumming so quickly at the thought of you.. his fav thought is cumming on your face and staining your pretty glasses. he knows that if he did that to you, you’d be pretty pissed cuz he stained your glasses, but the thought of you scolding him and giving him a slap on his inner thighs cause TURNS HIM ON!!! 😓
since i am a dark content acc im gonna bring up the idea that he could lowkey evolve to having stalker behavior.. SORRY!! obligatory dark! leon kennedy mention!! (ノ_<) since this is dark! leon he would sneakily take pics of you that he uses to jerk off to later.. he’s so gross and desperate, he just wants you so bad.. if he had a genuine and had only one wish, his wish would be to fuck you.. like FREAK! WHAT A FREAK!!!!! (i need him.)
i heart rookie leon soo bad like him getting girls that are severely out of his league is so funny to me LOL THANK YOU NONNIE!! :33 xx
#♡ 、fanmail!#〜 THIRSTS !! ☆#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x y/n#dark!leon kennedy
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can you do a Blade ver of the Kanao!reader, thanks in advance (i love your works, btw)
Of course I can nonnie !! Thank you so much for your sweet words 🫶 thank you for requesting! If you’re unsatisfied just tell me and I’ll redo it <33
notes 𐙚 gender-neutral reader — "you" used to refer to reader ,, reader is a teenager — being 16 was the reference ,, reader is based off of "kanao kocho" from the demon slayer series ,, mention of and silver wolf ,, platonic relationships ,, not proofread ignore typos
⭑ If it weren’t for Kafka, you both probably wouldn’t have interacted at all. You were a new recruit to the Stellaron Hunters, bought by Kafka and taken away from the cruel life you lived. She had asked of BLADE to mentor you seeing as you preferred a sword over the other weapons.
⭑ He wasn’t too bothered by the request, and so he became your unofficial official mentor. You were very obedient to the very little words he’d say and were diligent in your training, improving at rapid speed. Blade appreciated the fact you don’t back talk to him rudely or make interactions difficult.
⭑ Ever since you were 'assigned' to BLADE, you’ve stuck to him like glue. Following him around like his shadow or always knowing where he was somehow. It was a hit unsettling, but the man didn’t care as long as you didn’t do anything stupid which you never did.
⭑ The more advanced you become in swordsmanship, the rougher he’ll go on you during sparring. He might get a bit carried away but he’ll notice soon enough and stop — especially if you get wounded. You don’t say anything and show no signs of pain, but he still feels a bit guilty.
⭑ He doesn’t really know what to do about your lack of decision making skills. He’s also pretty used to following orders so the both of you are kind of on the same boat in that case. Still, he’ll try to push you to make your own choices in subtle ways. Sometimes you lead him, sometimes he leads you.
⭑ You both never truly hold conversations with each other, and that’s fine with the both of you. The silence that follows you both around is comforting to one another and it’s reassuring for the both of you knowing that chatting wasn’t necessary.
⭑ Pursuing a better education won’t be difficult. The other stellaron hunters are willing to help you out — silver wolf is not as enthusiastic — so if you ever tell BLADE you want a better education that’ll be covered quickly.
⭑ You both have your manic moments and when they align the opponent will feel true fear (/ref.) You’re mean and unfiltered insults and words and his aggressive method of fighting is such a combo.
⭑ Opening up to him is a bit awkward. It probably happens unintentionally, and when it does he’ll just stare at you and give you a pat on the head when you’re done. Also, he probably knew anyways since Kafka told him when you were first recruited. He dodges the topic entirely and sees no reason or occasion for it to be mentioned.
#🪽 ☆ LIZDIVE#ᡣ𐭩 — ROBIN’S WRITING !!#ᡣ𐭩 — ROBIN’S STARS !!#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#Blade hsr#blade honkai star rail#blade x reader#platonic relationships
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Hi Rose! I hope you're still writing for Hazbin because I have a Vox request! I enjoyed your Vox fluff/comfort hcs from a while ago and it made me need more soft!Vox if that's something you're comfortable with writing. Specifically I've been going through a pretty major depressive episode lately (not in a dangerous way, just in the sense that something happened where I feel like I've failed one too many times and it's past the point where I can just pick myself up and try something new), so maybe something with Vox comforting the reader through that? I feel like he might be able to relate given that he's such a perfectionist and clearly doesn't handle rejection well, so I can see him having practical advice and guiding me through concrete solutions, but also I just want him to hug me and let me cry on his shoulder for a long time😭 Thank you!!! I appreciate your writing so much!
🥀A/n: i've had this in my inbox for a WHILE (sorryyyy <\3) so i hope ur feeling better now nonnie!!! i totally get the feeling, and i loved writing this request <33
🥀Cw: fluff, angst w comfort, negative self views, mental health themes
🥀Character(s): Vox x reader
your breath came out in hiccuping gasps as you struggled to maintain any sense of control. you sat hunched over on your bed, shaking uncontrollably as tears stream down your face. it had been another long day, and god, you just felt like a screw up. it seemed no matter how hard you tried, every day always left you with that same feeling of emptiness, just as it had been every other day for the past few months. you were so, so tired of everything, of getting no satisfaction from things you usually enjoyed, and of having to fight just to remain somewhat sane. it was truly and utterly exhausting. you lean back against the headboard, a soft thump accompanying your heads' collision with the sturdy wood. as your tears continue.
the slam of your bedroom door causes you to pause, and you flinch from the sudden illumination of your hunched figure.
"where were you? i called you twice, what-" Vox storms in, hands waving about, only for him to pause at the sight of you. his harsh tone only makes you cry harder, pulling your knees up to your chest.
"i'm- sorry, i-i turned my phone off-" you force out your words, fighting to keep yourself from bursting into tears again, but its no use. your shoulders shake in silent sobs as you cover your face with your hands, embarrassment overcoming you.
"oh, oh its okay, its fine-" Vox struggles with his words. for all of his blustering confidence in public, when it came to genuinely comforting someone, he was clueless.
"i'll be right back, i promise!" he practically shouts, racing out of the door. in the few seconds he's gone, you can't help but spiral deeper. why couldn't you just try harder, be better than this? you're so fucking stupid, god, of course he was angry at you. you don't hear Vox when he returns, and you jump when the mattress dips and a clawed hand begins gently rubbing your back. you sniffle softly, and the only sound in the room is your heavy sobs.
"shh, i brought you some water," Vox murmurs, voice uncharacteristically low. "did someone hurt you? because i swear, if someone even laid a finger in you im going to fucking-"
"no one hurt me, Vox," you swallow hard. "m fine, really, i just- its fine."
Vox is silent for a few more moments, and even though you can't see him as your face is still buried in your hands, you can practically feel his gaze on you.
"was it.. me? did i do something?"
this startles you, and you raise your head to look at him.
"w-what? no, of course not, 'm just- i had a long day, is all. i just feel so... stuck."
you blink at his screen, tears settling on your lashes. he stares back, studying you with a concerned gaze. he doesn't offer any words of encouragement, you know that's not his strong suit anyway. instead, he gently takes both of your hands in his, handing you the glass of water and slowly guiding it to your mouth. he watches as you take a sip before placing it on your night stand, before opening his arms and motioning for you to come closer. you happily oblige, melting into his side and wrapping your arms around his waist. he leans back against the headboard and you stay like that for a while, softly crying into his shoulder as he rubs your back and holds you steady. as your sobs begin to subside, you pull away to look at him again.
"i'm just so.. tired. tired of this, tired of feeling weak and overwhelmed. fuck, i just wish..." you trail off, melting back into his embrace again. Vox is silent for a few moments, contemplating what to say.
"i think your great, y'know that?"
"what..?"
"i think your great, wonderful, and so talented. you're the best partner i could ever ask for, and im so lucky to have you. you know that, right?"
"mhm..?" you hum questioningly, unsure of his objective.
"now, i know i'm not good at this sort of thing, and i know its tough, but i want you to know that, i'm, i'm here, y'know? and if you're ever, like, having a moment like this, you don't need to hide. i'm here, and i understand." Vox waves his hands as he talks, and you reposition to lean against his chest.
"i know, and its okay. 'm lucky to have you too," you mumble, and he chuckles lowly.
"is that so? you're going to give me a complex if you keep this up, baby."
"good. 'cause your the best."
"only for you."
you giggle at that, knowing that its true, and Vox smiles. he'd do anything for that sound, for your happiness. and, as you slowly drift off to sleep, you know that you'll be okay for that exact reason. you may not feel okay now, but you will, because he'll be right there beside you, on both good and bad days.
erm. hello hazbin hotel community. im slinking back like a toxic ex rn...... ANYWAYS !!! HOPE U ENJOYED !!!! its been a hot minute since i wrote for HH in general, esp for vox, so apologies if the characterization is ehhhh. PSLPSLSPSLSPSL SEND IN REQUESTS IVE BEEN DYING RECENTLY MY INBOX IS BONE DRY IT COULD BE FOR THE 2K EVENT OR JUST SOMETHING RANDOMMM (also especially some vox, lucifer, adam, or lute requests plspslsps)
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"two years was not enough to get over you" (heeseung x reader)
genre: angst word count: 1.2k requested by nonnie <3
warnings: toxic relationship, mentions of cheating, reader got absolutely hammered, swearing
a/n: i know angst is not your favorite genre but i absolutely ITCHED to post this one for you guys lmao 💜 decided to post the fics less often not to drown your fyp with my drabbles!! anyways, thank you guys for all the appreciation i've been given during this event so far!! love you all <33
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You don't remember the party all that well which should be concerning considering the fact that you've only arrived here two hours ago.
The ungodly amount of alcohol you've been pouring into your body ever since your eyes met your ex's across the room start to take a toll on your system. Hence why you're kneeling in front of a toilet, spitting your guts out into it as the mentioned ex boyfriend holds your hair out of your face.
"Damn, 've never seen you this shitfaced, doll," he murmurs, collecting your locks into a makeshift ponytail.
When the gentle touch of his fingertips starts to make your already buzzing head even more hazy, you turn around and push his hands away from you. Pulling yourself back to your wobbly legs, Heeseung grabs you by your waist to stop you from tripping over your own feet and knocking half of your teeth out.
"Let go of me," you mumble quietly and he does just that, slowly inching his hands away from you.
Trying to leave the bathroom as quickly as possible, you stumble again and have to balance yourself by bracing both of your arms on the sink. Everything around you is spinning so you shut your eyes tightly, not even reacting to the feeling of his warm hand resting over your bare shoulder.
"Let me take you home," he says and you know he won't take no for an answer. When you don't respond, he asks again, "Please?"
He's always been hard to resist even back when you were dating - now, with you in such state, he's practically irresistible. So you nod your head and let him lead you out of your friends' house, hand firmly wrapped around your waist. He puts you in the passenger sit of his car and buckles you up, trying not to lose his mind at the fact that your shameful eyes never met his even once.
You drive in silence. He peeks at you from the corner of his eye every couple seconds, checking up on you that's slouched over the window.
And he just has to talk to you. He can't waste such longed for opportunity, even if that means getting his heart broken by your rejection. "You've always been a lightweight, YN. Did the masochist in you take over your senses tonight?"
You huff, slowly opening your blurry eyes. It's not easy – sitting this close to him, pretending as if everything is okay between the two of you. Like he hasn't broken your heart all those years ago. You've tried to convince yourself you healed yourself out of Lee Heeseung months ago but one stupid smile of his completely toppled down your certainty of it, and now you're not so sure after all.
"'s all your fault," you scoff, finger tracing random patterns on the window. "That's how much just seeing your stupid face riles me up."
Heeseung bites his lip, pulling up beside your apartment and shutting off the engine. He jumps out of the car, then unbuckles your seat belt and helps you crawl out of your seat. You don't even fight him when he asks for your keys, knowing it'll take him three times less to actually fit the key to the lock.
The both of you strip your shoes off and he basically carries your dead weight to the living room. He sets you down on the couch and walks off to the kitchen.
With a heavy sigh, you throw your head back on the headrest and close your eyes. This is probably the worst case scenario for tonight. Getting yourself stupidly wasted and ending up with your ex in the same apartment with you. You fucked up big time.
"Here, drink this," he says and nudges your knee with his.
You take the glass from his hands and empty the glass with three large sips. "Fuck, didn't realize I this was thirsty."
Heeseung chuckles lowly. "That's what happens when you gulp down vodka like it's water."
"What do you want from me?"
With an unamused smile, you turn to him slightly, taking in his face. You don't even try to lie to yourself anymore about how much you've missed him.
And he voices your exact thoughts after couple beats of silence. "I missed you. Two years was not enough to get over you."
You let out a loud scoff, an upset scowl making its way on your features. "You gotta be kidding me."
"I'm not, though," he argues, looking you straight into the eyes, gaze unwavering. "Never thought losing you would leave such an impact on me, you know? I just feel... empty. It's lonely out there without you."
"Should've thought of that before you fucked that chick on your birthday party," you nearly snarl at him, attempting to stand up from the couch but his hand holds you down from doing so.
His eyes are screaming with desperation. "Don't you think everyone deserves a second chance? It's been such a long time – more than enough for me to think everything over. I won't take you for granted again, YN."
"Everyone deserves a second chance, except for cheaters like you."
"I'm sor-"
"I'm tired, Heeseung," you interrupt him, hand running over your exhausted features. You notice how he swallows hardly, so you continue before he can, "Can we just not do it? I'm fucking wasted, Heeseung. Do you really think this is the right time to talk about this shit?"
With a sigh, he nods at end of it all. "I guess you're right."
"I'm always right," you mumble before leaning your heavy head on his shoulder.
The feeling is so familiar that you feel tears beginning to push on your eyes mercilessly. But the both of you say nothing. You sit in silence, eyelids refusing to open from the exhaustion.
And it's alarming how much comfort you still soak from his presence alone after everything he's put you through. One would think that you'd want nothing to do with the one who cheated on you and broke your heart into pieces, ruining every other man for you. Yet you can't help but relax in his touch as his smooth fingers graze over your arms. You just... let him wrap yourself around his finger all over again.
You let the first and the last tear drop down your cheek.
"Please, be gone by the morning," you whisper into the silence with a tight throat, face pressing to the crook of his neck. Just this one last time.
And he listens, like he always does. And when you wake up, the only thing assuring you that last night wasn't a dream is door of the top cabinet in your kitchen left barely ajar yet still not properly closed – Heeseung's habit that used to annoy the living hell out of you.
The sudden flood of memories start hollering in your brain and you close your eyes, pressing your palms roughly to them.
Despite all of the voices in your head telling you against it, you reach for your phone laying on the coffee table. Your fingers automatically dial his number that you had memorized by the time of your fifth date and you dig your nails into the flesh on your thigh as you wait with anticipation to hear his voice again.
No matter how much you hate Lee Heeseung, you're self-destructive enough to love him even more. And as much as it hurt to admit to yourself last night, two years was not enough to get over him either.
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#carly's 1k event ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა#1k event: requests ✎#enhypen imagines#enhypen#enhypen x reader#heeseung imagines#heeseung x reader#lee heeseung x reader
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If your still doing requests, How would Cater, Kalim, Malleus and Jamil be like when their s/o gifts them a portrait of themselves that s/o painted?
✰—" because every artist need's a muse!"
the prefect decides to gift their lovely s/o a portrait!! how will the boys react?
characs: cater, kalim, malleus and jamil <3
includes: sfw, fluff, pining, pre-established relationship, and ofc, gender neutral reader as per usual!
notes: this was pretty fun to write! thanks for the request nonnie~! (also yes thats malleus' username) (he was using speech to text and it was too late to change it khehehe)
♡︎CATER DIAMOND♡︎
Growing up, he never really wouldve thought he'd have someone..Let alone a partner, care for him like you do, and now after he's seen how you see him? Heh, he might as well have fallen for you all over again.
Sheeesh you got him feeling all mushy inside mc! youre gonna be the death of him, you're too cute you know that?
He's uncharacteristically careful, quiet even for a few moments, wide eyed as he observes the little strokes and splashes of color you added, whether it be the emerald green you carefully painted for his eyes, the lovely ginger locks you gingerly (heh) painted across the canvas, or even just his smile, not the smile that he put up with everyone but the smile that he puts with you.
Once he's done observing though, he'd smile, he'd smile real big at you, the type of smile that never failed to make your heart flutter
Thanks you by tackling you into a hug, peppering kisses all over your face despite your giggly protests
He definitely posts it on magicam bring all ooey-gooey
(yk those couple posts? Yeah)
heh, after all! he has such a lovely s/o and he absolutely wants to brag about it
If you hear ace gagging in the background ignore him smh (maidenless behaviour)
He has the painting in his room now, a silent reminder that you'll always be here for him, and he greatly appreciates it <3
"—Hey, (name)-san, thanks, alright? no really,- I-..I really appreciate this, kay? You made cay-cays heart melt y'know!! You're the most cutest sweetest s/o ever!!! Hehe!! I'll post this later but..For now, I'll reward you with my affection!!!"
☀︎︎KALIM AL-ASIM☀︎︎
You decided to give it to your sunshine of a boyfriend once you were both done with classes, casually showing him the portrait inside your locker wh- OH GOD IS HE CRYING??? KALIMM-
Bros literally SWOONING (rook who?)
HIS BEAUTIFUL, PRETTY, ELEGANT GORGEOUS, LOVE OF HIS LIFE, HIS OTHER HA- ok you get the point
HIS?!?! HIS S/O PAINTED HIM?!🥺🥺🥺🥺 BWKDJAJD (NAMEEEEE) HE LOVES YOU SO SO MUCH!!!
Literally squeels and scream like a little kid on christmas when you gave him the portrait, guy fell in love with you all over again please his hearts doing jumps and he feels all mushy and just <33 his,,, his pwetty s/o 👉👈 painted him🥺
Thanks you by giving you lots of kisses!!! literally smothers u in his affection and hugs the life out of you (FLOYD WH-)
He immediately hangs it on his bedroom wall, gushing about you to jamil (help him)
it definitely cheers him up in his bad days!!
Like he could be doing the most mundane things and randomly think about your portrait, and hes smiling all lovesick all over again
Seriously, at this point jamil's heavily considering into moving into a different dorm because all Kalim will talk about for the rest of the week or so is prefect this, prefect that, blegh dear sevens jamil is TIRED
But anyways, kalim loves it, and love you even mooreee!!! He also hosts a party in your honor (jamil stopped him from doing anything more grand)
(I love him so much omg)
"—AWW THANK YOU SO MUCH (NAMEE)!!! I LOVE IT!!! *SNIFF* YOU PAINTED ME SO WELL TOOOO!!!! I love love love you!!!! I'll make sure to hang this in my room hehe!! oh and by the way!! im hosting a party later for you!! eh? what do you mean its not necessary? Only the best for my dearest jewel!!!"
ꨄ︎MALLEUS DRACONIAꨄ︎
this man, oh my sevens where do I even start? He already praises the ground you walk on, so boy-oh-boy does this work wonders for him! (sebek crying in the background is normal)
You guys were at your normal hang outs, gazing at the stars as Malleus held you close, talking about whatever is on both of your minds when you realized the portrait you did for him!!
Literally mid way of you talking you stopped bc of that and just went like :O !!!
(Malleus found it ridiculously adorable, he wants to kiss u stupid rn)
Curious to what revelation you had just witnessed, he watched as you grab something from your bag carefully
"My my,? What's this child of man? Fufufu~ I was not aware you would be bold enough t—!!!"
His teasing remark was caught in his throat once he saw your bashful grin at the painting of what seems to be,,...him..?
You handed him the painting as he carefully examined it, the details of his features that you took great notice of, his eyes, his horns..
You cleared your throat and explained yourself when you saw noticed how quiet he was, cheeks flushed
Breaking him out of his reverie, he finally processed your explanation and flashed you the most sweetest, sincere smile that made your heart go crazy bc he was so cute rn oml
He quietly pulled you closer, engulfing you in the most gentle hug ever, treating you like fragile porcelain as he inhaled your scent, chuckling a response to your gracious gift
"—my my, child of- no, (name), for once you have me speechless...You truly are full of surprises arent you,? Well..Anyways, I sincerely thank you, dearest. Your affections have reached me and I hope you know I plan on returning them ten fold. I love you, (name)."
᯾JAMIL VIPER᯾
Its no secret that you and Jamil are busy people, after all he was the vice housewarden and you were a prefect
Regardless of your busy schedule, you would always reassure him that no matter how busy you two would get, you'd always be there for him, whether it be through sticky notes, or little cute texts to get him going, he would cherish them all, but..
all of that pailed in comparison to what you had just given him now
He stared at the painting you had given him in awe, wide eyed and cheek flushed as he stroked every detail of the piece, from his golden ornaments to his eyes..or the way his smile was painted, you never missed a single detail about him and..and..and god you were just so, so amazing
He's definitely quiet for a long time, but once he's out of his thoughts he immediately smiled, a small curve on his lips as his cheeks was painted with a lovely red, gazing at you with the most fondest look he's ever given.
Pulls you close to him as he mutters a quiet 'thank you', trailing kisses around your neck as he buries his flustered face in the crook of your neck, he loved you very much
He hung up the painting a little while after, admiring the little detail's you had painted on him.
"—ya hayati..Thank you..I really appreciate it," he mutters out, voice gentle as he trails a kiss on your forehead, chuckling at how flustered you were, too. "Love you.." He said, voice laced with fondness as he held you closer, feeling your warmth.
"-Say, (name), there's a feast later in Scarabia..Mind joining? I'll cook your favorite, alright?"
end notes: hi hi!! sorry this took so long nonnie </3 hope you like it!!! My favorite parts to write was definitely jamil lol! i think it showed but anyways, thanks for requesting!
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Hiii!!! I have a hyuka x fem reader fic or oneshot idea thats been in my head for weeks😭
Hyuka and y/n dated for 5 yrs and broke up about 2 years ago because her mental health was going really bad and she became too dependant on him and he wanted y/n to heal independently so he broke up with her even though he was still deeply in love but stayed as friends because they didnt wanna break their 19 years of friendship….. but who knows if any of them have moved on during those years…
pls <33 and thank uuu
៳ₑₐ𝑛𝑡 𝑡ₒ 𝑏ₑ 𝑡ₒ𝑔ₑ𝑡ⲏₑᵣ
Pairing: Huening Kai × Reader
Genre: angst to fluff, romance, lovers to friends to lovers
Word count: 2.6 k
A/N: this took me quite a while to finish, but thank you for requesting and being patient with me, nonnie! I had so much fun writing this, please feel free to request more in the future!!
Taglist: @babymochibeargyu
“We should break up”, those were the words you uttered exactly 2 years ago. Now, as you were tossing around restlessly in bed, all the memories took over you, again.
It was, or, rather, could have been your 7 year anniversary with Kai, that is if you didn't break up.
“I respect and agree with your decision, we really should break up, at least for now, Y/N”, the scene was getting replayed in your head for the Nth time, reminding you of a broken record.
You still remembered the hug Kai gave you before taking his leave, the pained look on his face. You remembered everything as if it happened only yesterday, but, sadly, that wasn’t the case.
You stayed friends and you shouldn’t have a thing to grieve about, right? Perhaps you were just being a bit ungrateful, but, no matter how much you appreciated Kai’s presence as your friend, you still wanted things back like they were 2 years ago.
Well, not every thing, you definitely wouldn’t want to get back into the mental state you were in back at the time.
Getting only deeper into the mess day by day, you clung onto Kai as the last straw that could bring you back to normal life. That wasn’t the right thing to do, for neither of you. You couldn’t put all the weight of your worries and struggles onto Kai’s shoulders. No matter how badly he wanted to help you, he would never get you out of your state on his own - he simply wouldn’t handle it. And you knew it. Even Kai couldn’t deny that you were right in a way: concentrating all your will to live on him only wasn't the right decision.
But, you knew Kai would never leave you alone in such a state and you were grateful for that. You decided to stay as friends, that was the best decision for both of you: while not letting you grow completely dependent on him, Kai still helped you as much as he could. With his assistance and immeasurable care, you slowly, but surely, made it: you got back to your best. You felt the life rushing through your veins, the energy taking over you again, you no longer were the poor mess that had to depend on your boyfriend for little things. Kai was so happy to see you get better. Sometimes, it felt like he was even happier for you than you yourself were.
Now, having finally gotten back into exploring new things, finally having found a job that could bring you joy, with new people surrounding you, your life felt full, complete, almost perfect.
Kai, through these years, had always remained by your side, cheering and rooting for you. But, you couldn’t deny that you missed him as your partner. You always viewed Kai as a great friend, a great person, a great boyfriend. He was truly the right person for you. But, could you say the same about yourself? Were you the true right one for him?
That definitely wasn’t the case 2 years ago. Naturally, everyone has their ups and downs, everyone struggles, but, you felt like you were dragging both of you down in your past relationship. And you never thought it was right.
Kai definitely loved and cared for you, even now. It was as clear as day. But, could you really bring happiness and joy into his life? Even now, having returned your strength, you doubted that.
“What if I go down again? What if history repeats itself?”
Such thoughts never let you go, making you unsure on what would be the right decision in the current situation.
On one hand, since you both seemed to hold mutual feelings, why not get together? But, on the other hand, what if your feelings were wrong, what if you never were meant for each other? What if you only fed up your illusions, what if the only right way was to part your ways completely? It was obvious you couldn't stay as friends only, but would getting back together make the right step?
There were too many “what if’s”...
But, then it hit you: neither of you ever tried dating someone else during these 2 years. Even if you were never meant to be together, would the separation make any of you happier? It probably would hurt both of you just as much.
But then, why fight your feelings? If burning all the possible bridges the two of you built during these years wouldn’t make the right decision, why not listen to your heart and try getting back together?
You couldn’t foretell your fate, but you were sure you’d make it your destiny to be by each other’s side.
It's not like your relationship started out of the blue. The feelings slowly built up during the long years of your friendship. You would never bring yourself to tear apart the bonds that tied you for so long.
Was it even possible, to begin with? Even if you'd part your ways physically, you were sure you'd never get one another out of your hearts and minds.
Sticking to each other through all the hardships seemed to be the only solution for you. You always would struggle and go through something, but that's the way life is. You knew that in the end you'd make it, you two would make it through.
On that note your gaze wandered to the clock. It was almost 4 am…
Calling Kai right now definitely wouldn't be the right thing to do. “I should let him rest properly and call him in the morning”, you thought.
The thoughts of your possible reunion brought some peace to your restless mind - you finally fell asleep at dawn.
Having woken up when the afternoon was behind, you were glad you had a day off.
Checking your phone, you saw a “good morning” text from Kai. He was so considerate, even though you weren’t currently in a relationship… Oh, the message was sent a good few hours ago. He probably was worrying right now about what took you so long to reply.
“Morning, or, rather, afternoon, Kai! Do you have some spare time to meet up today? It’s nothing of urgency, but I’d really want to discuss something with you if you have time, of course.” you clicked “send”, finally getting out of bed to prepare for the day.
Despite being busy with work, Kai replied relatively quickly. “Of course I can spare some time for you, Y/N! How does 7 pm at the nearby café sound?”
“We don’t have to make it so officially, Kai, you could just come to my place, I don’t mind.” You quickly texted back, not wanting him to go out of the way just to meet with you.
“Ah, if you’re okay with it, then sure! I’ll come once I’m done with work.”
You hearted the message before going to clean up your apartment. You had plenty of time to run all your errands before the evening comes and Kai's day at work ends.
While occupying yourself with work all day, you hadn’t noticed how fast time flew. Once 7 o’clock struck, your entire flat was cleaned from top to bottom, a nice dinner prepared to satisfy the hunger of the two of you and create a more cozy vibe. You were going to have a serious talk, so trying to bring up a warm atmosphere definitely wouldn't hurt.
You knew Kai would come within the next half an hour. While waiting, you sat by the window, looking at the sky that was slowly turning pink and orange as the sun set down.
The view was unspeakably beautiful and soothing. The colors, in a way, seemed to represent Kai’s cheerful personality. The color orange radiated just as much warmth and joy as Kai did, meanwhile the color pink reminded you of his tender and sweet personality.
As you were looking outside, you suddenly noticed a familiar figure walking to your house. The sun rays playing on Kai’s figure only added to the feeling of warmth and comfort that he always brought with his presence.
Once Kai got closer, he looked up at your windows, noticing you. You waved, a warm smile tugging your lips: you were always so happy to see him. Kai’s presence alone could make your day ten times better. Even when you were going through something, a text or a word from him already calmed your mind.
Kai waved back, the usual broad cheerful smile that was so dear to you appearing on his face right away.
You quickly got up to open the door. The nervousness that was getting to you because of the anticipated talk faded by the calmness and understanding that seemed to radiate off Kai.
He always was so considerate and caring, he definitely would understand you and would never do anything to hurt you in any possible way or form. You trusted him so, so much, like you’ve never trusted anyone before. Kai never doubted you or disregarded your or anyone’s feelings. He always seemed to understand everyone and everything. In all honesty, you wanted to be just as comforting and understanding as Kai was to everyone.
“Hii, Kai!” you greeted, the smile never leaving your face.
“Evening!”, he stepped into your apartment, pulling you in a quick yet gentle hug that both of you got so used to.
“I’m so glad you came, I wanted to discuss something that has been on my mind for a while now…But, come on in first, I got us some food.” you invited him straight to the kitchen.
“Ahh, that’s so sweet of you, Y/N, but there really was no need…”
You didn’t let him finish, interrupting in the middle of the sentence. “But, Kai, there was a need, I know you're starving after work and our meetup didn’t let you get dinner first.”
“Well, you’re right about that”, Kai didn’t push it, happy himself to share a meal with you: it’s been so long since you last did.
After washing your hands, you two sat down at the table. Your kitchen was just perfectly placed: all the rays of the setting sun got in at the right angle, lighting up the room and creating just the needed atmosphere.
You ate in silence for a while, letting Kai relax a little after work while you gathered your thoughts together.
“How’s work?” You asked after a few minutes, starting with a small chat.
“Ah, everything’s going quite alright; we’re doing better this month, actually. What about yours?”
“Oh, that’s great! I'm doing fine with mine, too.” You shifted in your seat, unsure on how to turn the conversation to the wanted topic, but decided to simply state things as they are. If only it would be just as easy to do as to say...
“Um, Kai, the thing I wanted to talk about…it's actually about us.” You glanced up, looking for all the possible reactions. When you did, Kai was already looking at you. Seems like he expected the topic to be brought up at some point.
However, his gaze wasn’t judging or hostile; on the contrary, it was encouraging, with a hint of relief that the topic was finally brought up, almost pleading for you to continue.
You took a deep breath in, once again looking up at Kai for the support you so needed at the moment.
“Yes, Y/N, I’m listening”, he smiled slightly, although it was obvious that he himself was rather nervous, afraid of what you were going to say next.
In the end, there were only two ways for you: to either stay together, but only as a couple, or part your ways completely. Which one would you choose, the thought alone made his worries escalate.
After a few moments of deafening silence, you finally began your speech. You had so many unspoken thoughts and feelings to share, you felt like you'd never stop talking.
But, you had to share every single thought that came to your mind, you had to be truthful and honest as much as you could - after all, the outcome solely depended on your honesty with Kai and yourself, to begin with, and your ability to express yourself and your emotions.
Before you began, you felt like you were suffocating in the endless kaleidoscope of your thoughts, but as you kept on speaking, it felt like a massive weight was being taken off your chest. Even if things don’t end up working out the way you want them to, it still is going to be so much easier for you once you take it all off your mind.
You went on and on, telling and explaining every single thing and thought that occurred to you during your relationship and further friendship with Kai. 7 years, in total…you had so much to tell.
You tried hiding as little as possible, telling everything you felt: the guilt of not being good enough for him, ruining your relationship, you shared all the negative thoughts that took over your mind for the past months, but you also shared just as much about your feelings for him, how much you loved and cared for him, how much you wanted him to be happy at the first place, how much you feared to ruin his life with yours, but also just how you couldn’t imagine your life without his…
You talked and talked, feeling your thoughts getting messy again. “Kai, I don’t know…I love you so, so much, but I don’t want my feelings to harm you in any way”, you finished your speech so abruptly, almost wanting to cry: the situation seemed just unsolvable to you now as it did last night.
Kai didn’t respond right away, taking his time to gather his thoughts as well. However, his hand found yours, giving it a tight reassuring squeeze.
“Y/N, you never hurt or harmed me in any way possible. I can’t live without you just as much as you can't live without me. I understand that your doubts come from the worry you feel for me, I appreciate it that you care so much, I really do. But please, Y/N, do not put yourself down, do not disregard your own feelings. The only thing I can say right now that I’m absolutely sure about is: I’ll never be happy living without you by my side.”
You listened quietly, slowly processing his words.
“The only way you can hurt me is by hurting yourself”, Kai continued, “I’d never want either of us living unhappily.” The words got followed by another squeeze of your hand, this time a much gentler one.
“So, at this moment, I’d like to ask you…Y/N, would you want to consider being my girlfriend? I know this is now the first time for us, but please be sure that my feelings are no weaker; they’re even stronger now than they were 7 years ago when we first started dating, I’m saying this being as honest as I can only be.” Kai confessed, his gaze being so soft and gentle.
“I-”, you breath hitched in your throat, your heart almost bursting out of your chest. “I want to be your girlfriend, Kai, even need to be yours, I’d say”, you muttered the last part shyly, yet loud enough for him to make out what you said.
“And I need to be yours, Y/N”, he whispered, intertwining your hands.
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It makes me so upset Maelstrom doesn’t have more likes. It deserves so much more. It is so good, Rhi!
you know what helps with notes??
reblogging :))
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hii! i just wanted to say i love your blog sm. your fics are amazing and your fanart as well😩 your work has such a good emotional depth that’s so nice to read/see. you have a way like the movies did of showing the attention to detail with their worlds and other worldly cultures and shit it’s so interesting to read <3. i didn’t know if your taking requests but this was just a random thought that would be so cool to see you write. no pressure ofc but i thought it’d be so cool to see rocket more introduced to like more music/Terran pop culture references😭. i feel like rocket would like goth music like the cure and shit and tbh lady gaga i feel like also😭😭. it’s so cute to think of him getting shown like classic horror and stuff, he’d probably think a lot of them as comedies or shit😭. i jsut had these thoughts to share lol. your writing has me daydreaming i swear <3. i hope you are having a good day <33 : D
you are absolutely the sweetest little bundle of love nonnie. cups of tea, midnight bonfires, and golden autumn leaves. that's you. thank you so much for the kind words. they truly made my last two weeks. and i'm so sorry for the delay - the start of the schoolyear has been kicking my ass to knowhere and back, and then this… got away from me. it’s really unforgivably fucken long for mostly just being a list ~
but i hope you enjoy it anyway ♡♡
oh btw i linked some related headcanons that might interest you at the end!
to be honest i don't think i go through a single commute to or from work without thinking about how rocket would respond to the latest bit of terran culture you're showing him. when he was spending time on terra during the snap, he noticed steve’s little pocket-journal checklist of movies and books and shows to get caught up on. well, he didn’t just notice it — he might’ve maybe possibly swiped it — and once he trusted you enough to know you weren’t gonna fuckin narc on him, he decided to show it to you. he asks questions about the various titles, and steve’s notes scrawled in the margins. the two of you started there.
rocket isn’t quite as prejudiced against actors as many of his fellow guardians, but he does approach the idea of movies and tv with a healthy dose of skepticism. you probably start out with some documentaries, and he loves those. he’s enthralled by the ones about outer space — appreciating what they’ve gotten right and snickering about what they got wrong, getting a little weepy when the narrator makes some poignant philosophical observation. he stares at the screen with something that wrenches at your heart when you turn on the nature docs, those cut-ruby eyes turning into something soft and molten, silvered over with a yearning you’re sure he doesn’t even recognize inside himself.
you might think he’d be a fan of true crime, but no — not unless it’s someone scamming a big corporation or stealing from some hubristic rich bastard, or maybe the occasional murderer who accidentally confesses his crimes on a hot mic. the truth is that rocket’s already personally familiar with some of the worst true crime in the galaxy and he just sort of assumes that’s how things operate at large. why’s he need to watch people talk about?
it’s this kind of thinking that impacts the kind of fictional shows and movies he ends up liking, too — once you finally convince him that acting is more about storytelling, and less about lying or trying to wear someone else’s skin. you’d think he’d be super-into horror but he’s very — selective about it. murderers, slashers, and body horror (especially of the medical variety) are not in his wheelhouse. he gets anxious in the worst sort of way: impatiently twitching on the couch next to you, chewing on his claws. he rolls his eyes but his shoulders stay tense and his tail is puffs up three times it’s normal size. he might occasionally snort and scoff at how fake things look but again, that’s only because he knows.
and he wishes he didn’t.
supernatural horror is much more palatable to him, and alien-based horror is usually hilarious as far as he’s concerned. space dramas and adventures have an unpredictable impact. he says star wars is too dramatic (wild coming from someone who has since decided he loves reality dating shows) and gets weirdly emotional about star trek. and you have to repeatedly remind him that neither the aliens franchise nor killer clowns from outer space are documentary series (he has some weird hang-ups about terran clowns and will dryly tell you that he’s pretty sure they’ve tried to kill him in another life). he’s extremely and overly fascinated by some of the weirder terran horror and horror-adjacent media: cult classics from the 80s and 90s, Tales from the Crypt, Twilight Zone — some of those weird old fantasy movies too, like the labyrinth and company of wolves. you always indulge him, trying to remind him of what’s fiction and what’s not, and what loosely straddles the line of being based on a true story (even though sometimes you have to fight with the urge to roll your eyes when he points at the screen and says, no, that’s real, i been to a planet like that!).
you learn he has an uncanny eye for CGI. looks weird, he grunts every time something rendered crosses the screen. very into practical effects, though. he spent an inordinate amount of time trying to make a claymation sequence of the collapse of ego — the living planet, that is; not some great philosophical metaphor — and took over your kitchen for two months to do it. you’d expected him to get bored of it quickly, but you’d misunderstood just how fixated he’d been. he’d stopped taking pete’s comms for the entire last three weeks and had barely slept at all till it had been done.
he’s equally selective about games. classic shooters bore him — why bother when you can go do the real thing with any despot-of-the-week? — but he kind of loves cozy games. he enjoys horror games as long as they follow his horror movie rules, too — minimal lifeform-on-lifeform torture, heavy on the supernatural or other weirdness. poppy’s playtime is a current fave. he loves dnd, of course. once he figures out the mechanics he always wants to dm because he’s got more control issues than a freighter full of ravagers, but you haven’t missed the fact that that he’s got a recurring favorite character that he pulls out regardless of which side of the dm screen he’s on — a shockingly wise and kind aquatic sorceress named lylla, with the gentlest healing vibes. it rattles you the first time he plays her — so at odds with his normal snark — but you decide it’s just his way of letting his soft side shine through when he normally tries to hide it under prickly defensiveness.
it might surprise you (or maybe not), but he’s far less picky about music, to be honest. sure, he’s got preferences — certain songs he’ll play on repeat, or jam out to, or weep over. but he’s just as excited to clone a taylor swift record as he is to get his hands on some iron maiden. he’s got something surprisingly positive to say about every single song you ask after.
that one’s real catchy, he’ll say, bopping along to dolly’s 9 to 5 — only to then croon his way through the lingering notes of jolene. then the next time you see him he’s asking how he can secure more tupac albums.
he gets all teary-eyed over the sweeping strings of sometime around midnight, then later tilts his head, ears flickering, to drink in the light starlit notes of single acoustic guitars and lonely pianos. he’s as greedy for 90s grunge as he is for screamo and post-rock. sometimes he steals your phone and it’s usually just to download a nirvana album you once had him listen to, but just last week you realize he’d blown a sizable portion of your grocery budget by buying the entire babymetal discography.
he explains it to you one late autumn evening when you’re in your room with him, introducing him to seventeen seconds. the two of you are just chilling. he’s traded in his jumpsuit for the kids’ sweatpants and the hoodie you bought him — the one with the ears — and of course you very wisely don’t tell him how stupidly cute it is. the sun’s going down and the room is slanting and pooling with blue-and-gold shadows slowly deepening into purple, and you’ve lit a couple caramel-apple candles for the vibe. maybe you’ve got mugs of warm spiced apple cider or cocoa or something. he’s sprawled on the rug on your floor and you’re leaning over the edge of the bed, with the entire musical archive of the cure, woven liberally with a random joy division album, some merciful nuns, and other collections from your personal library of favorites.
he’s super-into it, of course.
this sound is somethin’ else, he tells you as he stares up at the shadows. The candlelight is reflecting off some unknown surface in your room, casting flecks of fractured light across the deepening dark of the ceiling. his blunted claws tap a steady rhythm on the floor beside him.
you say that about every song, you tell him drily, and he shrugs.
but i mean it, he tells you in the gold-flickering darkness. there’s a long silence, and you think he’s just listening to the music — but halfway through dope, he suddenly breaks his silence.
i ain’t exactly the most emotionalistically-intelligent, he says quietly into the room. don’t trust myself to know when someone’s good or bad. there was a guy, when i was a kid — well. anyway. it’s frickin hard to trust anybody, myself most of all.
you wait to see if he’ll go on — but he doesn’t. at least not till you say, i get that. there’s good people out there, but the worst are usually so good at tricking us. and then it’s easy to second-guess ourselves — forever.
from the corner of your eye, you see him nod emphatically.
not in music, though, he says quietly. you hear him swallow — painfully hard. i think — music’s when people tell you most about what they are. even when it’s hard to understand at first. when there ain’t any words.
you tilt your head, allowing him the privacy of not looking directly at him. instead, you study the flickering candlelight and shadow, painting amber and dark-velvet patterns on the ceiling. that’s why you like every song? you ask at last.
that swallow again, hard as a rock in his throat. i dunno. maybe it means something, when someone gives a part of ‘emselves like that. to you — a stranger. just — serve themselves up like a gift for your judgement.
ah, you think. the vulnerability.
as if he’d heard you, he snorts. me personally? i’d never risk it.
even now, you can feel him watching you uneasily from the corner of his eye — waiting for you to mock him, maybe. but you only hum an agreeable note.
i never thought of it that way, you admit, but it’s true. you smile at the ceiling. and you said you weren’t emotionally intelligent.
he huffs, but the sound is more relieved than annoyed. i ain’t, he snipes. and then — more tentatively — maybe that’s part of it too.
you feel your eyebrows raise, but you still don’t look his way — cradling the back of your head with your hands while the music continues in around you, and smell of warm caramel apples fills the soft shadows between you. what do you mean?
softer now — almost nervous — he confesses to the darkness and the gold light and the sound of lady gaga’s voice. every time i listen to a new song, s’like I find something in myself i didn’t have before. or didn’t know i had before. or that i thought had died.
your heart stills in your chest and your breath catches, and everything in you suddenly aches. before you can say a word — before you can think — he spits a scoff into the air.
never mind. i was kidding. that’s fuckin’ stupid—
no, you interrupt quickly, and it takes everything in you not to turn over and catch his eyes and hold them. not to reach out and hold his hands, because you know he’s not willing to accept that level of comfort.
not yet. but soon.
so instead, you make your voice into the softest thing you’ve ever imagined. no sharp edges, no corners to cut himself on. just downy well-worn blankets and soft crumpled love-notes, happy welcome homes and the warm caramel of autumn apples. you will it go wrap around him and give him all the comfort he won’t let himself accept any other way.
no, you repeat. i get that.
i get that.
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Hey!! May I have some cute fluffy or cracks fics where either Mrs. Hudson or Molly or Lestrade tries playing Johnlock matchmaker, leading to some initial chaos but finally managing to get the two idiots together?
Been a long time since I last visited your inbox. Do let me know how you're doing, Steph. Thank you for doing Lord's work. Take care<33
Hey Nonny! *HUGS*
Awww, I'm glad to see you here!!
I'm NOT going to be a big help here at all, Nonny, I'm really sorry!! Here are my Matchmaker-adjacent fics:
Irene the Matchmaker
Mrs Hudson Finds Out
Papa Lestrade Fics
Molly Plays a Role
Mycroft Plays a Role in This Fic
Mycroft Plays a Role Pt. 2
Mycroft Plays a Role Pt. 3
Matchmaker Mycroft
Mycroft Flirts With John
If ANYONE can help me out with more specific fics for Nonny, it would be appreciated!!!
Hope you enjoy what I have anyway, Nonny! <3
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