#tysm Serene this made my day

[hishoi]

Ok I saw your post asking about the taste of your art and I wrote so much that it didn't all go into one comment, I don't know how serious your post was but if you still want to know my opinion I'll leave it here

I see your drawing style almost without corners, it is very rounded, you draw people in a more robust way than I am used to but in a very pleasant way. Your colors are warm most of the time and your watercolors are clean and soft. I relate traditional art to very natural things so that may influence my opinion. I think your style is very inclined to tell stories, moments or feelings. So if I were to think of a taste, it would probably be something I would drink on a cold rainy night, something warm that I drink while reading or listening to something, that somehow warms your spirit, maybe some kind of coffee? or hot chocolate? although I'm not very good at thinking about flavors but I'm pretty sure what it makes me feel

(I'm Serene-sky-kid from my main blog by the way, you don't need to answer this if you don't want to, but I felt the need to let you know, because I'm a big fan of The lighthouse keeper)

AAAHHHHH

I wake up to this treat?? My goodness!

I love that you see my style as storytelling, it's something i actively try to incorporate into my art.

And also how you described traditional art. For me it does tie into natural things, i love being able to feel the paper, hold it in my hands when it's finished.

And i love how you described the taste... A warm drink on a cold rainy night... It's a beautiful description. I'm blown away. Thank you so much!

[httpsserene]

𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐩 (𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩) | 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐧

summary: a random man breaks your phone and runs away before you can even yell at him. he becomes your archenemy when you learn that you lost hundreds of photos of your children. and by “your children”, you mean pups—seal pups.

pairing: alex albon x seal specialist! fem!black!reader

from, serene: do not post any gifts you get on social media. that's how people get robbed /srs. i'm trying to make my reader's have different personalities but i think i failed with this one. i'll try on the next smau. happy reading, loves xxx

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messages • yn -> coral (yn’s coworker)

twitter • alex_albon

twitter • sealteamsix

messages • max please unmute us gc -> alex

twitter dm’s • alex -> yn

messages • yn -> coral

twitter dm’s cont. • alex -> yn

messages cont. • yn -> coral • alex -> max please unmute us gc

igstory • seallygirlyn just uploaded!

[caption1; optimus prime being a very brave boy while being weighed][caption2; cutely decorated suspicious packages are about to be unboxed. if i'm inactive just know alex_albon is responsible!]

alex_albon: his name is optimus prime 🥹🤧 seallygirlyn: it's adorable right? seallygirlyn: when he first got rescued he was fighting with another pup named megatron, so the naming was easy lol

coral: that looks like a lot more than an iphone 🤨 seallygirlyn: i told him to keep it reasonable! but i fear he went too far,,,

user: wow he was really serious about finding you. lwk kinda sweet. it's giving loverboy. 🤭 seallygirlyn: loll don’t read to far into it! he’s just a generous guy ☺️ user: if you say so….

messages • yn -> coral • twitter dm’s • yn -> alex

instagram • seallygirlyn • august 26th

liked by alex_albon, georgerussell63, coral, and 17,364 others

seallygirlyn when you ask a man to replace your phone that he broke, he might buy you the newest phone and a bunch of other things (you told him not to get !!) you can't buy my favor, yk? fish says thank you for the stuffie. thank you from me too, alex_albon. this is seriously too much to give for a broken iphone.

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seallygirlyn: going to miss using a flip phone lwk...tysm alex_albon i made it look all pretty in the basket in hopes it fixes your lightly ruined public image

➥ alex_albon: am i forgiven? ➥ seallygirlyn: i already forgave u alex, i told you this 🙂 ➥ alex_albon: just wanted you to say it where everybody can see it! they're still slandering my name ➥ seallygirlyn: you can replace my phone and my dying ipad but, you can never recover my lost seal photos :( ➥ alex_albon: i will pay for your icloud storage from this point forward until my dying breath ➥ seallygirlyn: i need that in writing with a signature ✍️

coral: i told you alex is a good guy! that's why he's been my favorite since f2!!!

➥ seallygirlyn: he's been moved from biggest adversary to occasional nemesis status ➥ alex_albon: that's improvement, i'll take it! thanks for supporting me from before the start, coral! dedicating my next points to both of you! ➥ coral: imgoingtofaint 😵‍💫

georgerussell63: ah. this must be why alex made me pay for his mcdonalds the other day. he spent all of his money on you

➥ alex_albon: GEORGE PLEASE 😟😣 ➥ user1: george is such an instigator. he lives to stir shit up i swear ➥ user2: russell, george. professional cockblocker extraordinaire.

user3: it's a little odd that a man would buy a woman he has no romantic interest in so many expensive gifts....

➥ user4: lol these gifts aren't expensive. the cost was nothing to him, he's an f1 driver and she's nothing compared to him 😒 ➥ user5: jealous little girl alert user4 🚨 ➥ user6: she's nothing compared to him? the woman who works tirelessly to rehabilitate seal pups and release them back into the ocean—the woman who's actively conserving the ocean and protecting marine life, is nothing compared to him? the man who drives an f1 car in circles? try again, girly. you're just jealous any RESPECTABLE man wouldn't give you the time of day. ➥ user7: CLOCK IT ➥ user8: read you like a book user4 🤣

user9: you have an orange cat named fish 🥺

➥ seallygirlyn: yes! isn't he the sweetest boy to ever exist? ➥ user9: i'd kill for fish 🫶🏻

user12: fish and his stuffie are the cutest!!!! i just wanna bite him

➥ alex_albon: not as cute as seallygirlyn ➥ seallygirlyn: ...who asked you? are you calling fish ugly?? ➥ alex_albon: what? NO !!! i was calling you cute?! ➥ user13: that was difficult to read ngl ➥ user14: mission failed. we'll get 'em next time.

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[crxss01]

hi!!! could i pls request a god!apollo x goddess!reader where ur just cuddling each other after a long day? :) tysm!!!

— Serenity

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ god!apollo x goddess!reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ after a long day of driving the sun chariot apollo is happy when you arrive home.

warnings ✧˖ ° fluff, kissing, cuddling.

m. list, main m.list.

a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

you sighed finally getting to your place in olympus after a long day of your godly duties. the only thing in your mind was to have some much needed rest with apollo by your side.

you never expected to marry the womanizer, but he did a really good job at sweeping you off your feet and you did a better job than him because for him it was love at first sight with you.

"my loveeee!"

suddenly you weren't standing on your own two feet but being spun around in the air, two strong tanned arms wrapped around your waist, and pair of lips kissing all over your face.

"i missed you so much, you should've come with me today." he pouted, looking at you with those beautiful eyes that were shinning like the sun.

"sorry, love." you apologized. "but if i keep neglecting my duties as a goddess, your father won't hesitate to zap me."

apollo put you down and nodded, "you're right, he can be overbearing sometimes."

thunder shook the place.

"umm... i take that back."

you laughed placing a kiss on his lips. "you took a bath yet?" you asked him.

"no, i was waiting for you."

even though gods do not need baths, you and apollo liked to take them together most of the time. it gave you both a sense of intimacy and tranquility.

after taking a bath together you and apollo went to bed and now were laying on bed with your arms around each other with you being on top of him, your head on his chest. you could hear and feel his ichor pumped heart beating against the side of your head.

"you know maybe we can make a godly duty that we both can do together, so that my father can't be mad about us not doing our other duties."

"apollo, go to sleep." you mumbled tiredly.

"but listen, darling. we could work with plants—"

"that's demeter's thing and i don't think that you even know how to water them."

"hey! i learned a lot as lester." he complained. "but you're right, demeter wants nothing to do with me so no plants. how about divorces? i don't know of any god who specializes on that."

you looked up at him, raising a suspicious eyebrow. "are you trying to tell me something?"

apollo chuckled, shaking his head. "you can never get rid of me, sweetheart. so no, i'm not trying to tell you anything, i just want to send some of those papers over to aphrodite and hephaestus."

you laughed at that, "even though she doesn't love him, aphrodite would never divorce him. it would bring shame to her name."

"i think it has enough shame already." apollo shrugged.

"be careful, you don't want eros to hit you with another arrow do you?" you questioned, grabbing his face in between your hands. "it would be a shame if he made you fall in love with an animal this time."

"not even one of his arrows can make me fall in love with someone who isn't you." he smiled.

you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks heated up. "i guess you are the god of poetry for a reason."

he lean up trying to give you a kiss, but ended up kissing your cheek when you turned your head and moved off of him to lay beside him.

"let's sleep, we have another long day tomorrow." you said. "in the morning before you leave, i'll give you all the kissed you want."

apollo took a hold of your waist, pulling you to him and making you the little spoon. "i love you..." he told you.

"i love you more.." you answered.

"not more than i do." apollo said back, then covered your mouth so that you wouldn't fight back. "good night, my sweet."

you licked his hand and he yelped, taking it away from your face. "goodnight, sunny."

"and i love you more than you do." you just had to add.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ reblogs are really appreciated

[writers-reach]

Hii! Anon that asked about spoilers, was wondering if you could do a fic about minato with an s/o after the events of Jan 31st? Kinda angsty but fluffy - like his s/o notices he's more tired and stuff because of the story reasons and then if possible some stuff for after the events of March 5th?

Appreciate the response earlier, the fics are really great! :)

persona 3: you're so tired... (minato arisato)

notes: :(( angst, fluff, gender-neutral reader, spoilers for persona 3's ending

you first thought it was general academic burnout. it was late in the school year anyways. with only a month left before the semester ends, you thought that maybe your boyfriend was just tired.

he always had a lackadaisical, almost sleepy look to him that you found pretty cute. but this time, his bags under his eyes were much more prominent and his movements more lethargic.

you had lunch with him on the roof one particularly warm february day. he was practically leaning against you and you could've sworn he was dozing off.

"mina-kun, come on... are you not getting enough sleep lately? do i have to sneak over and make sure you get your rest?"

your teases usually ellicited a smirk from him, but he instead shook his head. he insisted everything was fine, and you left it at that.

if something truly was up, like you thought, he'd tell you in his own time. right?

...right?

more weeks passed and he got more and more tired, yet more and more clingy. for some reason he wanted to spend every waking moment with you.

you were supposed to hang out with him and his friends after the graduation ceremony, but when you looked around the auditorium for him after it ended, you couldn't find him.

you remembered him wanting to meet on the roof, and so you decided to search there.

and there he was, sitting on the stone bench overlooking the sparkling sea. you rushed over and sat next to him - he looked even worse, physically, but he had this air of finality about him.

"hey, hey, it's okay. lay on my lap, alright?" you said, guiding him down to lay on you. he shut his eyes and you began to brush his hair away from his face.

he looked really pretty like this, all sleepy and serene. he reached his hand out to brush your cheek in turn, smiling warmly at you.

it really was a sweet way to end his last moments on earth, with the one who always made him feel the most comfortable and at home.

a/n: aww tysm!! i got too sad to write anything post-mar 5th :'( hope you like it!!

[dmitriene]

Heyyyy 😽 it's me again 👺👹 I was thinking, if you're up for uh take this order, or just skip it. I always see people writing about re4 Leon (And I really appreciate it OF COURSE) how handsome he is with his features, scars and such (and they are more than right) and so I was thinking about RE2 Leon this time, mainly because a few days ago my period arrived and I was literally crying at how "innocent" and adorable he was 😭😭 idk, just a thought of maybe *loving* how cute he was😭just adoring him, like waking up one morning with him (I also see people writing about this at the time of re4 with him, so I was inspired by that) and I think he would just be a sweet person, a sweetheart 😓😓😿❤️‍🩹🖐️😭

If it doesn't bother you, it could be a female reader? Tysm

Well, like I said, request this if you want or just ignore this nonsense, but if you're up for it, thanks in advance, I really *really* appreciate your writing 🥰😸🫶🩷🩵

(sorry for so many emojis, I got addicted)

꒰ 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 ����𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵! 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢! 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦, 𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰!🤍 ˑ༄ ꒱

❝𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦❞ 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘦. ❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘳𝘦2 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. ❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱.

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

Leon had the ability to brighten up any room he entered with his infectious smile, it was a smile that could chase away the darkest shadows, a beacon of warmth and kindness that shone even in the face of the horrors he witnessed and the pain he held deep within himself.

The morning sun streamed through the windows, bathing the bedroom in a soft golden light, the soft, warm sheets tangled around you and you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over you.

Leon lay peacefully next to you, his tousled blond hair spilling across the pillow, his lips curled upward in a blissful smile even as he slept, a testament to the serenity he brought with him wherever he went.

You couldn't resist the urge to lean closer, your heart filled with love as you looked at him, the way he slept so peacefully despite the nightmares that often plagued him made your love for him burn even brighter.

Carefully, you slipped out of bed, your feet touching the cool wooden floor, a soft, lacy robe clung to your form as you tiptoed out of the room, your heart racing with excitement.

Today was the day you would show Leon how much he meant to you, the day you would let your love shine as bright as his smile.

The aroma of brewing coffee and the sound of sizzling bacon filled the kitchen as you hummed a soft tune to yourself, moving with grace and purpose, anticipation building within you.

Leon always spoiled you, made every day a special event, but now it was your turn.

In the kitchen, you stood wearing an apron over your pajamas, your hair cascading down your face and you couldn't help but chuckle softly, imagining Leon in his own apron, nothing but underwear beneath, the mere thought sent a delightful shiver down your spine, but you focused on the task at hand.

With practiced precision, you flipped the pancake, the batter in the pan sizzled, the sizzling sound was music to your ears and your heart filled with pride at your culinary skills.

Leon would be proud.

Finally, breakfast was ready — a feast of crispy bacon, fluffy eggs, golden pancakes and a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee.

You arranged it all on a tray, making sure everything looked perfect, just like Leon would have done.

The tray felt a bit heavy in your hands as you carried it back to the bedroom, your excitement growing with each step, you couldn't wait to see the look on Leon's face when he woke up to this surprise.

Pushing open the bedroom door gently, you set the tray down on the bedside table, the room was bathed in the soft, golden light of morning, and Leon stirred, his smile deepening as he caught a whiff of the delicious breakfast.

— «Morning, sleepyhead» you whispered, your voice filled with love as you leaned down to kiss his nose softly.

Leon's eyes fluttered open, and he blinked at you in surprise, his blue orbs filled with sleep and wonder, he looked absolutely adorable in that moment, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

— «What's all this?» he muttered, his voice still hoarse from sleep.

Your heart skipped a beat as you leaned closer, your lips hovering just above his earlobe — «I wanted to surprise you» you admitted barely louder than a whisper — «You always do so much for me, Leon, i wanted to do something special for you»

Leon's gaze softened as he looked at you with an expression of pure love, he pushed the tray aside, not bothering with the food just yet, and pulled you into his arms, his warmth enveloped you, and you couldn't help but giggle.

— «What's so funny?» he asked, his lips curling into a playful smile.

— «You» you replied, your heart swelling with affection — «You're just so…adorable when you're surprised»

Leon chuckled, his fingers lazily drawing patterns on your back «Well, you've definitely succeeded in surprising me» he admitted — «And I couldn't be happier»

You smiled and nuzzled into his chest, relishing the feeling of being in his arms, the room was filled with an aura of love and comfort, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world didn't matter.

Leon sighed contentedly, his fingers trailing down your spine — «You know, I don't say it enough, but you mean the world to me» he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

Tears intuitively welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away, not wanting to ruin the moment — «You mean the world to me too, Leon» you replied, your voice equally heartfelt.

Lying in each other's arms, you couldn't help but run your fingers over the scars and moles that adorned Leon's chest, each mark telling the story of the trials he faced, the horrors he endured, but they also showcased his resilience and bravery.

— «You're worth every moment, Leon» you whispered, your voice filled with swirl of emotions — «Every scar, every tear, every smile, you're worth it all»

Leon's grip on you tightened, and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head — «I'm the lucky one» he said, his voice filled with gratitude — «Having you by my side makes everything worth it»

The two of you lay there for a while longer, wrapped in each other's warmth and love, breakfast might have gotten cold but neither of you minded, what mattered most was the connection you shared, the unspoken words that passed between you and the love that enveloped you like a warm, comforting blanket.

In that moment, you knew that you were indeed the luckiest girl in the world, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[kiskisur]

Hello! So hm I'd like to request some fluff with Lyney x male/ftm reader👉🏻👈🏻 reader asking Lyney why do he loves them (if ftm reader and you're comfortable with it, because theyre feeling some dysphoria) all of sudden while he's doing some magic tricks, and the magician start being all cute and flirty🫡

ᝰ.ᐟ we fell in love in october.

warnings: male reader, lyney being a cutie patootie :((, reader is referred as [name] and goes by they/them pronouns, slight angst(?)

note: honestly this is so cute!! tysm for the idea! :D atp I was crying over my own story HAHAHA btw I am not french so I do apologize if I made a mistake :( I just used Google Translate huhu. anyways I was born so I decided to do this lolol

Under the moonlit sky, Lyney and [name] found themselves on a tranquil hillside, the soft rustling of leaves and distant chirping of crickets creating a serene atmosphere. They often came here to escape the hustle and bustle of their daily lives, to share quiet moments away from the world.

On this particular evening, Lyney had set up an array of flickering lanterns, their gentle glow painting the surroundings in a warm, inviting light. [name] leaned against a tree, watching as Lyney moved gracefully amidst the lanterns, his movements fluid and mesmerizing.

As the last lantern was lit, Lyney turned to [name], his violet eyes sparkling with excitement. "Tonight, I have a special performance just for you," he announced with a mischievous grin.

[name]'s heart skipped a beat, their curiosity piqued by Lyney's words. They settled onto a cozy blanket spread out on the ground, their eyes fixed on Lyney's every move.

With a flourish of his hand, Lyney conjured a deck of shimmering cards, each one glimmering like stardust. He shuffled them expertly, his fingers dancing across the cards as if they had a life of their own. "You see, [name]," he began, his voice a melodious whisper, "magic isn't just about tricks. It's about creating moments that make your heart race, moments that take you to another world."

As he spoke, he revealed the top card, a queen with a radiant smile. "This queen represents your strength," Lyney continued, his words holding a quiet reverence. "The way you face challenges head-on, never giving up. It's the fire within you that inspires me every day."

With a flick of his wrist, the card transformed into a blooming rose, its petals unfurling to reveal a hidden compartment. From within, Lyney produced a delicate silver necklace, a heart-shaped locket dangling from its chain. He approached [name] with a soft smile, placing the necklace gently in their hands.

"This locket is like the key to my heart," Lyney confessed, his eyes locked onto [name]'s. "Inside, there's a small mirror – a reflection of all the beauty and wonder you bring into my life."

[name]'s fingers traced the contours of the locket, their heart swelling with emotion. It was a gesture so heartfelt, it left them speechless.

But Lyney wasn't done. With another flourish, he waved his hand over the locket, and the necklace began to glow softly, casting a gentle light around them. "And now, [name], it's your turn," he said, his voice a velvety whisper. "Tell me, what's in your heart?"

As [name] met Lyney's gaze, a mix of vulnerability and determination flickered in their eyes. "I... I love you, Lyney," they admitted, their voice steady yet filled with emotion. "But sometimes, I wonder why you would love me."

Lyney's smile never wavered as he knelt beside [name], his hand gently lifting their chin to meet his gaze. "Oh, [name], you are a treasure beyond measure," he replied, his words carrying the weight of his feelings. "I love you for the way you make me laugh, for the kindness that radiates from you. I love the way you see beauty in the simplest things, and the strength you show even when you doubt yourself."

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small crystal orb that shimmered in the lantern light. "This orb represents the bond between us," Lyney explained. "It's as unique and iridescent as your smile, [name]."

With a gentle touch, he placed the orb in [name]'s hand, their fingers brushing against each other. "You ask why I love you?" Lyney murmured, his breath warm against their skin. "It's because you're the magic that fills my world with wonder. Your flaws and insecurities are part of what makes you so beautifully human, and I cherish every part of you."

As [name] looked into Lyney's eyes, they felt a sense of warmth and acceptance they had never experienced before. In that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of lanterns and the twinkle of stars overhead, they understood that love wasn't about being flawless, but about finding someone who saw their true worth.

With a soft smile, Lyney leaned in, his lips brushing against [name]'s in a tender, lingering kiss. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the magic of their love.

Their hearts beat in sync, and [name]'s hand instinctively found its way to the back of Lyney's neck, drawing him closer. The kiss deepened, a gentle exploration of emotions they had both held back for so long. It was a kiss that spoke volumes – of affection, desire, and the unspoken promise of a shared future.

As they finally parted, their breaths mingling, Lyney rested his forehead against [name]'s, his violet eyes locking onto theirs. "You are my greatest enchantment," he whispered, his voice a caress against their skin.

ᝰ.ᐟ that's why I love fall <3

[yourantag]

norton, naib, or fredrick waking up to their s/o not in bed but s/o is up cooking? they've been doing this for a few days now and it helps soothe their nerves when they have an upcoming match, sometimes other members of the manor are up so they normally have whatever they made when they arent hungry or they make enough portions for anyone who might be up and hungry,,,generally tooth-rotting fluff, bonus if the characters are a little clingy ???

tysm <33

AN: Qjgpjwvphvsvksj thank you for this soft request! I was surprised to see a request for someone who isn't Ithaqua, but I'm extremely grateful for that. I love Ithaqua, but if I keep on writing him and him alone I'm going to lose my mind. By the way, sorry for the long wait. I didn't forget this request, I just had to deal with school lol. I was also conflicted on who to choose and how to go about it. In the end, I've chosen Naib. I must apologize, though, since I wrote him much softer than most would expect of him. Still, I hope you enjoy! Word count: 1.4k words Summary: Waking up next to you is the best part of the day. To get to see your peaceful face first thing in the morning is a blessing. It makes Naib look forward to waking up early, no matter how much his body protests. Sadly, this has become a rather rare occurrence lately. Won't you indulge him a bit?

The mornings in the manor are always quiet and serene, a stark contrast to the afternoon when matches are in full swing. The faint chirping of birds, the leaking sunlight through the blinds, and the wafting scent of breakfast come together to create a sleepy wake up call. Getting to bask in the dazed ambiance of the rising dawn is one of Naib's favorite things in the world.

Usually, he would get to enjoy this all with you. Well, kind of. You tended to sleep in more often than not, though he wasn't about to complain. You looked adorable while you slept, so completely at peace. Nowadays, he can't even see your face until it's halfway through the afternoon or, if he's lucky, in the kitchen during breakfast. 

Today marks the fifth day in a row that Naib has woken up without you. The sight of the empty bed leaves him feeling cold despite the blankets pulled over him. It's a bit bitter, too, since today was a more relaxed day where Naib didn't have as many matches. Lazing around with you would've been perfect.

With a sigh, he gets ready to start the day, though more specifically, to see you. His footsteps are light as he descends from the stairs, gloved palms dragging along the lacquered wood of the railing. Taking a deep breath, Naib scowls as he marches towards the kitchen. The few survivors who are awake, namely Emma and Victor, move away from his path once they catch sight of his expression. He'd apologize to them later, but for now, he was a man with a mission.

The mercenary quickly arrives at the kitchen, the sound of light humming reaching his ears. The wordless song is enough to put him at ease, his lungs filling with air as he lets himself breathe. His face softens, the tension in his jaw loosening and his shoulders relaxing as Naib carefully opens the door a bit more. Leaning against the doorframe, his lips curl into a gentle smile, his eyes crinkling as he watches you do this and that.

Eggs crackle and pop with oil within a cast iron pan, the scent of freshly toasted bread drifting in the air as you prepare plates. Your smile is a balm to his aching heart, soothing him as he quietly watches you place food on trays. The breeze ruffles your hair like the gentle hand of a mother, messing up your already rather disheveled appearance.

Taking a better look at you, Naib can't help but snort in amusement. Flour paints your left cheek a powdery white, jam covers your apron in splotches of jewel like reds and purples, and butter is somehow smeared across your forehead. How you hadn't noticed, he doesn't know. Still, even looking as though you had just fought a pastry chef and won, you looked so, so lovely to him.

You look up at Naib, confusion written across your face. The moment you meet his eyes, it all washes away to reveal a smile. He's tempted to raise a hand and shield himself from the brightness of your gaze. He doesn't, of course- looking away from you feels like a cardinal sin.

"Naib! I didn't expect to see you here. Or, awake at all- it's 7 AM, you should be in bed." You scold him lightly, though your cheery look negates everything you say. In the first place, he wouldn't be up if it weren't for you. But alas, his love refused to be the sleepy head he knew them to be.

"How about you stay in bed from now on so I can stay in bed too?" It's said more so as a request than a question. Naib walks up to you, fondness whispered in his every touch as he wipes away a bit of flour from your cheek. It doesn't do much, really, just leaves a streak of slightly less floured skin.

You smile apologetically, leaning into his hand and kissing his palm. Though Naib makes no reaction externally, his heart bursts in his chest, warmth blotting out the cold emptiness from before. He supposes that makes up for the disappointment of waking up without you this morning.

"I'm sorry Naib, I've just been really anxious lately. I've been getting a lot more matches than usual, and it's been making me rather nervous. I'm sorry if I've been disturbing your sleep." Your soft words, coupled with your genuinely worried eyes, causes tenderness to flood his chest again. Naib found it hard to tell you honestly how he felt, so in moments like these where you didn't hesitate to express yourself, he couldn't help but be reminded of what made him fall in love with you. Your desire to be transparent, to be sincere and communicate, made him love you all the more. It was a strength he didn't have before, yet now, telling the truth came easy when it came to you.

"You haven't been disturbing my sleep, I just miss lazing in bed with you." Naib wraps his arms around you, his chin resting on your shoulder. He doesn't care about how his clothes are probably dirty now, thinking more about how he could help you ease your nerves. Would waking up and cooking with you be better? Naib didn't mind the idea of waking up earlier just to spend more time with you.

He's dragged out of his musings as you yawn, tearing up a bit as you pull away from his embrace. You blink your watery eyes, stretching your weary limbs. Naib winces a bit at the following cracks and pops of your joints, staring at you with considerable amounts of concern.

"When is your earliest match?" He asks suddenly, watching as you tilt your head in confusion.

"Hm? It should be around 3 PM. There aren't as many matches for me today, and not as early, either. Why?"

One could practically see the gears turning in Naib's head as he smiles, untying your apron and lifting it off of you. He places it on a hook before he starts pulling you away from the kitchen. You dig your feet into the ground, frowning.

"Hey! I still need to make breakfast for the others, you can't just- WHA-"

Naib gives you a cheeky grin, continuing to walk away from the kitchen and up the stairs as he bridal carries you. His arms don't falter no matter how much you complain or tug at him. His hold is steady and unyielding, keeping you captive till you're finally back in your shared room.

"They can make their own breakfast. You haven't slept properly for a while, and I've missed out on a lot of quality naps with you. I think you can indulge me just this once, can't you?" He tilts his face down to look at you, his nose barely grazing your own. Naib watches with satisfaction as you can only grumble a quiet "fine," a light flush covering your face.

Naib was weak to you, but you were just as weak to him. You would never say no to his requests, not when it took so much courage for him to ask. And if it were something you wanted too? How could you ever resist?

When the both of you lie down once again, donning your pajamas with no regards to the risen sun, Naib feels that everything in the world is right again. You're already passed out, sleep taking you the moment your head rested against his chest and the blankets covered the two of you.

With you in his arms, he can smell the scent of buttered toast and eggs that lingers on you. He wonders if you can hear his heartbeat, pressed so close to him. Naib hopes it isn't too loud. He can't help how enamored he is, how stupidly fond he is of you. 

He can't help how in love he is with you. 

So, forgive him if he holds you a bit too tightly, as though he never wants to let you go. Please forgive him for playing with your hair, till there's one strand that permanently curls out. Won't you forgive him when he almost makes you late, sleepily dragging you back into his arms?

Naib loves you in all his quiet yet loud, straightforward yet hidden, contradictory ways. So, won't you love him too? Won't you rest in his arms lazily even as the dawn comes and goes?

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member is shy with IVE members

A/N: Heyyy, my apologies for taking so long to post but the semester started and I'm currently dying- :D I hope that my friend ECKEYYY that gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Introverted + Super shy Reader.  What do you think about 4th gen girl group (IVE) want to meet Reader and ask Reader to do dance challenge with them? When the girl group finally met Reader, they use "Sunbaenim" to Reader? but at the end Reader get along with all of them and told them to call Reader by her name instead of "Sunbaenim"

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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In the heart of bustling Seoul, a city of contrasts where neon lights painted the sky and quiet alleyways whispered secrets, lived a girl named Y/N. She was an enigma, an introvert wrapped in a veil of shyness, existing in a world that thrived on boldness and brightness. At just seventeen years old, Y/N held the unique position of being the tenth youngest member of TWICE, a globally acclaimed girl group that had claimed the hearts of millions with their melodies and performances. Yet, behind the spotlights and cheers, the girl was a quiet soul.

Her days were a symphony of solitude, a peaceful dance between her thoughts and the pages of her books. Her apartment, adorned with art and the tender presence of her cat, Mochi, was her sanctuary. Interactions were short, often limited to her tight-knit group of TWICE sisters, her family, and a few cherished friends who understood her gentle ways.

On a crisp morning that carried promises of change, the maknae's serene world was shaken. The management of her agency divulged an unexpected proposition: IVE, the newborn rookie girl group, wished to meet her. IVE was riding high on their success, and they had an audacious idea... A dance challenge collaboration.

The idea of performing in front of unfamiliar faces made Y/N's heart flutter like a caged bird. She was well-versed in intricate choreography, but the thought of dancing in an intimate setting, confronting the eyes of strangers, was a nightmare she never wished to live. The days that followed were filled with restlessness, her doubts and hopes waging a battle within her.

Y/N murmured to herself, fingers twisting nervously at the hem of her cosy sweater.

Y/N - Maybe I can decline politely. 

But beneath the layers of apprehension, a small ember of curiosity glowed. The notion of stepping beyond the safety of her cocoon, of challenging her self-imposed boundaries, was strangely alluring. With a deep breath, TWICE's angel responded, expressing her tentative interest in the collaboration.

Weeks sprinted by in a blur of rehearsals and nerves. Y/N decided to keep this experience concealed from her TWICE unnies. She didn't want to burden them with her anxieties. As the day of the meeting inched closer, her stomach felt like a carnival ride of excitement and dread. Finally, the moment dawned. TWICE's maknae stood before an elegant building, its modern facade a stark contrast to her fluttering heart. The glass door whispered open, and Y/N crossed the lobby. The agency's waiting room exuded minimalist charm, and the air hummed with creative energy. She was led to a snug lounge area where the IVE members were lounging, laughing and talking.

The youngest member of IVE, Leeseo, was the first to spot Y/N. Her eyes widened, and she practically bounced over, a radiant smile illuminating her features as she extended her hand. 

Leeseo - You're Y/N from TWICE, right? It's such a pleasure to meet you! 

Y/N blushed, her hand quivering as she tentatively shook Leeseo's hand and spoke softly. 

Y/N - Y-yes, that's me. Nice to meet you too.

The rest of the IVE members gathered around, each introducing themselves with warmth and excitement. Y/N's heart warmed at their reception, but her shyness sealed her lips shut. Throughout the meeting, she was addressed as sunbaenim, a term reserved for senior artists. This only widened the gap between Y/N's introverted soul and the role of a "senior."

As the discussion moved to the collaboration, TWICE's youngest's nerves resurfaced, a tide of worries threatening to engulf her. What if she stumbled in front of these talented girls? What if her dancing fell short?

Just as the anxiety threatened to consume her, Leeseo leaned in, her eyes brimming with empathy. 

Leeseo - Don't worry too much, sunbaenim. We're all in this together. And you're an amazing dancer, we've watched your performances with TWICE!

A small smile tugged at Y/N's lips, Leeseo's words touching a chord within her. Perhaps, amidst the labyrinth of her fears, she could find the strength to stand on that dance floor.

Days melted into nights, the rehearsal studio their second home. In the company of IVE, Y/N discovered uncharted territory within herself. The members were patient and encouraging, fostering an environment where she could express herself without judgment. Gradually, Y/N's defences crumbled, and she shared fragments of her life and passions.

As the day of the dance challenge drew near, TWICE's sweetheart was taken aback by the growing friendship. Laughter flowed freely, stories intertwined, and dinners became a ritual after rehearsals. The walls that had shielded Y/N's shy soul were slowly giving way. The day of the challenge arrived, and the venue was a canvas of light, the stage aglow with anticipation. Y/N stood backstage, heart pounding to the beat of the music. Her fellow IVE members stood by her side, their encouraging words like anchors in a sea of uncertainty.

As the music surged and the lights dimmed, TWICE's maknae stepped onto the stage, her body a vessel of the music's energy. Her movements flowed, expressions intertwining with the melody. The audience was mesmerised, and as the performance reached its peak, the IVE members joined Y/N onstage, a shocking synch on their motion.

The applause that followed was thunderous, and Y/N felt tears pricking at her eyes. She had triumphed over her fears, unearthing a facet of herself she never knew existed. Backstage, as she caught her breath, the IVE members huddled around her, pride emanating from their smiles. But this time, they didn't address her as sunbaenim. Instead, they affectionately called her by her name. Leeseo enveloped her in a hug as she spoke first.

Leeseo - Y/N unnie, you were amazing!

Y/N blushed, her cheeks painted with a happiness that surpassed shyness. 

Y/N - Thank you, Leeseo. And thank you all, for believing in me.

The bond that had blossomed between Y/N and the IVE members solidified that day. With time, TWICE's child embraced her newfound self-assurance, and her introverted tendencies transformed into a unique strength. The fortress of solitude she had erected morphed into windows of connection. And so, Y/N discovered that venturing outside her comfort zone could help her get unexpected friendships. Amidst laughter and melodies, she learned that even the quietest hearts could radiate their brilliance. And that made the unnies that were all looking at her along the way have only one thought: 

We are proud of our dear maknae.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[zenkindoflove]

9 for Eris x Alexius pls and tysm

9... in public.

Alexius pinched the bridge of his nose. This was a disaster. The garland was all wrong. The beautiful centerpieces that he had spent weeks designing with the decorator had arrived wilted. And of course, Eris was right. The ice sculpture was trashy.

It was their first Winter Solstice with Eris as High Lord. While not the most important holiday celebrated in Autumn Court, Alexius wanted to make sure that the small celebration was still one to remember. Eris had given him free reign to do whatever he wanted. Alexius had studied for weeks about Autumn traditions leading up to the holiday. What decorations were common. What folklore was told. What foods were typically served. He knew that he was an outsider here, and as Eris’ mate, even more scrutinized. So, he took it upon himself to place every bit of his self-esteem into this party. Which of course was a bad idea.

“Alexius, dear, you look troubled,” Orla said as she threaded her elbow into his. The former Lady of Autumn had made it a point since she left for Day Court to visit her sons for every major holiday, spending weeks at a time with them. Even with all the horrible memories, she clung to the good ones she made in the Forest House.

“Of course, I’m troubled,” Alexius fussed. “Look at it!”

Orla smiled serenely at him, “All I see are a lot of people having more fun in this House than anyone has in centuries. And that’s all thanks to you.”

Alexius’ anger at himself melted instantly. Her calming, encouraging words sounded like something his own mother would say, who he missed dearly. He patted Orla’s hand, squeezing her arm in his.

“Thank you,” he sighed. “I know, I’m dramatic.”

Orla chuckled, “Dramatic yes, but you are my favorite son-in-law.”

“I’m your only son-in-law,” Alexius clarified.

Orla shrugged her shoulders as she pulled away, flashing him a grin that reminded him too much of Eris. She glided across the floor, full of elegance and grace, waving to him as she took her leave.

“She’s right.”

Alexius spun around, finding Eris standing only a few feet away. He took a moment to admire his outfit: a maroon velvet jacket over a crisp white undershirt, complete with starched shirt points and a matching maroon cravat, all pulled together with a gold accented vest. He had of course helped Eris dress earlier in the day which resulted in some various stress relieving distractions that involved him on his knees.

“And what is she right about?” Alexius asked as he closed the distance between them.

“That everyone is having a good time,” Eris said, raising an eyebrow as he scanned his eyes over the crowd. He had been making the rounds, greeting and thanking the various guests that had come, as was expected.

“I hope so,” Alexius muttered. “Anything to distract them from looking too closely at the ice sculpture.”

Eris snorted, “I told you…”

“I know, I know,” Alexius snapped. “You don’t have to remind me.”

Eris shook his head as he rolled his eyes, “Next time, maybe you’ll listen to me when it comes to matters of taste.”

Alexius shot him a sideways glare, “I have tastes.”

“Of a sort.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Eris’ shrugged with pomposity, “You’re the one who once said your peasant ancestry gives you an attraction for the gaudy.”

Alexius placed his hands on his hips as he turned to face his mate, “And I’m attracted to you. I wonder what that means.”

Under other circumstances, when they were alone, this would be the moment that they would attack each other, frantically kissing the other while tearing at their clothes. But Eris had strict boundaries about what they did in public, so Alexius turned as he clenched his fist.

A strong grip on his wrist stopped him. “Where are you going?"

Alexius spun around to face him, gazing back forlornly as he allowed his horniness and annoyance to filter down the bond. Eris pulled him close and directed his eyes above them.

A bundle of mistletoe hung above their heads in the archway. Alexius had directed the staff to hang mistletoe in every door and opening, citing that at least in Day, a party was never complete without some circumstantial friendly kissing. He, of course, never anticipated to utilize the opportunity for himself.

"Really?” Alexius asked, cocking an eyebrow as he wove his fingers together with Eris' hand.

Instead of answering Eris leaned in, his nose brushing Alexius’ cheek as he gently pressed his lips to his. Eris slid his hand around Alexius' waist, pulling him in close. He kept the kiss chaste, closed mouth, but slow and sensual. Alexius could feel his natural heat radiating through his jacket, warming his skin all the way to his soft lips. He savored it, too shocked that this was happening in the first place to push for more.

Eris pulled back with a smile on his face. The smile he reserved only for him. The smile that made Alexius feel weightless. The one that lit up his eyes, not with fire, but with light. The light that Eris had been without for so many centuries.

"Happy Solstice, Alexius."

Alexius inhaled deeply, scenting Eris and himself, their mating bond throbbing between them. Mother above, he was stupidly in love with this male. From the first moment he laid eyes on him, he knew that his heart would always belong to him.

“That's maybe the most romantic thing you've ever done," Alexius sighed, holding his hand over his ribs.

“Don't get used to it," Eris chided, slipping right back into his usual snide demeanor.

Alexius threw Eris' hand away, “And to think. I was about to say I would fuck you silly tonight. But now… “

Alexius sauntered away, putting an extra swing in his hips. The bond let him know that Eris wasn't far behind him.

Kiss prompts.

[bakpidia]

OMG I'D LOVE TO BE MUTUALS TOOO😭😭

AND WHATT BUT I ACTUALLY LOVE THE WAY YOU PAINT, RENDER, AND EVERYTHING SO MUCH IT GIVES THE DRAWING SUCH A SERENE VIBE IT'S SO🫶🫶🫶

AND YOU MADE THAT DRAWING JUST FOR ME?? OMG TYSM I ACTUALLY LOVE IT SO MUCH😭😭😭 LILIA'S ONE OF MY FAV CHARACTERS TOO AND YOU DREW HIM SO CUTEE, THE LIGHTING AND COLOURS>>>

Thank you so much once again and I hope you have a good day too !! I would love to draw something for you but I have no idea what you'd likee😞

AAAA TYSM FOR UR KIND WORDS!?&&😭😭🌹 i'm out of words how to respond TT my paintings aren't perfect so i will try practice more!!

i love to draw lilia!!💝💝 he's very fun to draw, i want to try experiment with many pastel colors to other characters too!!

currently i'm obsessed with rottmnt, especially donnie hehe, although my skill in drawing kaiju is very low, i rarely draw them😭

thank you sm again TT🫶

[tiredassmage]

oc questionnaire

I'm delightfully spoiled because I actually have two of these to fill out now, but finally getting the time to catch up on some tags now that I'm moved in for the new fall semester! Gonna tackle my tags for this individually, starting with @kemendin's set! Tysm!

I said I missed my bg3 blorbos, so I decided to do this for Ambrose! (And got to crying over his playthrough clips again, what of it? x3)

What is your OC's preferred/favorite environment? Bustling or serene, filled with people or totally alone? Do they like being out in nature or surrounded by technology etc? Do they have a favorite climate/weather type?

Either extreme in excess have posed challenges for Ambrose before. The hustle and overflow of Baldur’s Gate, for example, poses as much opportunity to disappear among the crowds as it did numerous opportunities to be trampled underfoot, or find herself in yet another arrangement using her for her abilities - or, perhaps worst of all, enough unfamiliar faces he was uncertain there was anyone to be trusted to keep him out of her former master’s hands.

So, that said, he prefers something more quiet, though he’d like to still share it with some small company. Not all of their travels were to locales she’d be keen to revisit, but when the dust settles, Ambrose still enjoys traveling at Shadowheart’s side and takes great comfort from living amongst the recovering trees with Halsin. In her youth, when he would not be busy with magical drills and training under the hawk-like gaze of her master and overseers, Ambrose would enjoy some of the quiet to be found on a rocky section of beach on their island home. She would often sit out there with Ysabel, her closest friend from those days. The crash of the waves would often do much to soothe his frayed nerves. These days, the brush of grass and leaves underfoot is similarly soothing. She’s fond of spring, when flowers begin to bloom and the earth begins to come alive anew - a little taste of liberty, love, and hope that does much for one that was often plagued by doubts.

What’s something your OC is often conflicted about? A choice they made, their place or purpose in the world, a relationship they have with someone, etc? How does this conflict manifest, and how do they deal with it, if at all?

What isn’t she conflicted about, she may have bitterly wondered not all that long ago. Again, the trials she came to share with her companions did… a lot, really, as much as they also challenged and strained her even further. Ambrose would love to say he never set out to save the world, or ruin it, but it felt as though he was doomed to one or the other from birth. Her parents were foretold her magic would be quite strong - something that posed wonder and excitement for those of her homeland before it grew quickly apparent that she… had some oddities. Wild Magic. Uncontrollable magic. Something to be reprimanded, then feared, then… reprimanded some more.

Her parents let the master take her away - for training, he said. So she wouldn’t pose such a risk to herself or others. He would give her purpose, he said to her. He promised her. As long as she followed the rules, his orders… everything would be fine… He’d said…

But Ambrose could never quite get the kind of control of his magic that her new ‘caretakers’ desired. She could decimate armies, they believed - so long as the ice storms and lightning didn’t also backfire - with… some actual fire. Several times. He prefers to wear longer gloves with his robes to mask some of the more… scarring, explosive incidents that left their marks up her arm. She’d ran from all of that before the world decided to go to the Hells with mindflayers and cultists, as if he didn’t have enough to worry about.

And the result was that Ambrose was… skittish, at times. Reserved. Head down, tried not to draw attention to herself. Not that the whole… tadpoles and invasion and all that left much choice there - and… somewhere along the way, that… clicked, finally. Choice. Something long taken out of her hands. Something he had left up to others to define him. That he was too dangerous, she was uncooperative, some… hapless lamb in need of guidance. True, it takes a great deal of travels and trials with her new companions for Ambrose to finally realize… enough. Enough with being beholden, to letting fear and someone else’s greed define her.

Raphael may nearly have caught her in yet another web, but… perhaps he can thank the devil for that much. Dragons, demons, mindflayers… Finally, it was all enough to make Ambrose realize she had her own damn spine. And she was going to use it. With, of course, no small amount of thanks also to the support of lovers like Shadowheart and Halsin, and stalwart hearts like Karlach and Wyll. She owes much to their guidance and support. None of it would have been possible without them. She won’t soon forget what they taught her. That’s a promise.

Does your OC have an object that’s particularly important to them? Why is it special? Do they carry it with them, or if not, where do they keep it? How would they react if it were lost/stolen/destroyed?

That little wooden duck Halsin carves for him as they settle down means the world to him. It fits comfortably in her palm, and she enjoys tracing the grooves in the wood that define the wings, the feathers. That Halsin gifted it to her alone would be enough, but that it is crafted with such care to fit so carefully within her hands… And in a pocket, for when he leaves to travel with Shadowheart. It is to take a piece of home with them, and reminds her that she has a home now - somewhere he is safe and loved. He always keeps it close. If it is not traveling with him, it is on a nightstand, or carefully set beside the bedroll - so it’s like Halsin is with them. When they return from their travels, he likes to briefly return it to Halsin’s hands to share their latest journey’s stories. The children seem quite fond of this, too.

It… could, as a physical object, be replaced, true. But it would devastated her to misplace, and she’d frankly probably be willing to risk a fireball or large icey swath of doom if someone tried to steal it from her or damage it intentionally. In it, Ambrose has bequeathed his found sense of identity and family, his hopes and dreams that finally felt safe enough to have. It is symbolic of no longer having to be afraid of herself. It would be heartbreaking to lose and… again, he… has learned he’s quite powerful on an explosive sense of self and temperament. She’d hold it on good authority that the Hells hold no fury quite like a wild magic sorcerer scorned.

Tags! Hmm.. I think a lot of my usual suspects have beat me to this one, butttt... I'm gonna second a tag for @ho1ythunder :3 @viennen annndd... @kartaylirsden if y'all would like to answer some blorbo questions? :3

Here are my questions for your blorbos <3

What is your OC's preferred method of travel/transportation? What do they enjoy about it? What do they dislike about it? Is there another means they would prefer to use, if they had the option? (IE, if their preferred method is on-foot, would they like some sort of vehicle or animal to rely on?)

Is there someone in your OC's life that motivates them towards a goal? A friend, a family member, a colleague, a romantic partner? Is that motivation inspiring, something they look up to? Or is it more of a pressure in their life, something that feels perhaps like a burden?

How does your OC handle failure? Of a task, of an obligation to someone? What lengths might they go to in efforts to avoid failure, or the feeling of it?

[calicoheartz]

I don't know if you'll be comfortable writing this but...

Paige Bueckers x fem!reader going to church together🥹

All In His Name ; Paige Bueckers ﹢﹒

summary : paige bueckers x fem!reader going to church together 💗🪻

wc ; 678

warnings : just fluff + religious content , scroll if not interested

my master list ㇀♡

a/n : omg this makes my Catholic heart so happy and full ❤️ tysm for requesting anon! enjoy ◡̈

In the heart of the serene sunday morning, the sun cast its golden rays among your small and quiet town, gently awakening it with its warmth. While Paige was incredibly devoted to basketball, she also had an undeniable connection and passion for her faith. You, however, were trying to get more in touch with your spiritual roots, as you drifted away from it during your college years.

When Paige found out about your newfound interest in reconnecting yourself to your faith, she was determined to do anything in her power to help you, as your presence brought a different type of radiance into her world.

You both often accompanied each other to church on Sundays, usually approaching the old stone church with your hands intertwined, the soft morning fog tickling against your skin as you made your way to the pew.

Paige's heart skipped a beat at just the sight of you, dressed in your Sunday best, looking absolutely beautiful. She couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude with having you by her side.

As the service began, the blonde kept stealing glances at you, admiring the way you attentively listened to the sermon, and she couldn't help but interlock your hands, seeking comfort in the connection.

After the service, Paige led you to the church courtyard, where a small group had gathered for coffee and conversation. She introduced you to her friends, her eyes never leaving yours, silently conveying how much your presence meant to her.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, Paige suggested a walk around the church grounds. Hand in hand, you strolled along the pathways, the world quiet around you. Paige talked about her faith, her voice soft and earnest, sharing a part of herself she rarely showed to others.

You listened, captivated by her words and the depth of her beliefs. When she finally ffell silent, you squeezed her hand, a silent reassurance of your support and understanding.

As you neared the end of the walk, Paige stopped suddenly, turning to face you. In the fading light, her eyes sparkled with an unspoken question. Without hesitation, you closed the distance between you, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

Paige's heart soared, her doubts and fears melting away in the warmth of your touch. She knew in that moment that she was exactly where she was meant to be, with you by her side, sharing this intimate part of her life.

Together, you walked back to the car, the evening fading into night around you. Paige smiled, her heart full, grateful for this moment, this connection, and the love that bloomed between you.

As you drove back home, the evening stretched out before you, filled with the promise of quiet moments and shared laughter. Paige reached for your hand, her touch grounding you in the present, in this moment of togetherness.

Back at Paige's place, you settled on the couch, a comfortable silence enveloping you. Paige leaned her head against your shoulder, her fingers tracing patterns on your hand. The day had been perfect, better than she could have ever imagined.

"Thank you for coming with me today," Paige said, breaking the silence. "It meant a lot to me."

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world," you replied, your voice soft. "I loved being a part of your world, even if just for a day."

Paige lifted her head to look at you, her eyes shining with emotion. "You're more than just a part of my world, you know. You're everything to me."

Those words hung in the air, a declaration of love and devotion. You leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, a silent promise of your own.

As the night wore on, you talked and laughed, sharing stories and dreams. Paige fell asleep in your arms, her breathing steady and peaceful.

You watched her sleep, overwhelmed with love and gratitude. In that moment, you knew that no matter where life took you, as long as you had Paige by your side, everything would be okay.

just sweet little spoon paige 🥹 seriously tho this was so fun to write !! tysm for reading as always 💗

[luvvsoft]

hi ml 💘 okay idk if ur requests are still open + this is my first time requesting but i’m dumping this here,, anyways

could u possibly do another connor lassiter x reader? preferably slow burn angst with a very fluffy ending but honestly idgaf atp i’m starving 🤧

pairing: connor lassiter x reader

contains: angst with a fluff ending, slow burn, insecurities, misunderstandings, love triangle, connor can’t choose lassiter

word count: 1.9k

author’s notes: hi!! tysm for requesting and yes, my requests are always open at any time! i’m always open to suggestions from my readers, especially concerning unwind since i love it sm<3

You’ve known Connor since you were little kids. You grew up together — as neighbors, always playing together. From all the time spent together you considered him your best friend, even if you knew he didn’t think much of you.

In your heart, you knew you were not enough to consider him your friend, but you were selfish. You wanted Connor to see you as more than the annoying neighbor who constantly wanted to hang out with him, more than someone who was just pleading for an ounce of attention in his eyes. You wished he was happier with you than he was with fighting his parents.

Maybe if you tried hard enough to keep him away from fights — from meaningless arguments with peers, with his mom and dad — you wouldn’t have to hear his parents talking about an unwind order. Maybe if you dragged him away whenever he caused trouble for no apparent reason, you wouldn’t have to watch as Connor did everything in his power to make his parents regret their decision.

You watched as Connor studied to get that B+ in his science exam, as he gave his mother flowers. You silently watched as he turned into a shadow of the person he used to be, but it wasn’t enough. When was it ever enough? When could parents ever change their mind after they signed off on their children’s lives?

You watched as the time neared for Connor to go. You watched as he grew fearful, as trepidation crawled up his spine as if it could happen at any moment. You watched as he made the plan to leave— as you never crossed his mind even once.

You watched, that was all you ever did. You watched as the one you loved pleaded for his love to run away with him. You watched as she agreed, and wondered would you? You were sure you would. You’d trade the world to have Connor in your arms.

Finally, you watched as Ariana told Connor she wouldn’t go with him— she had a life — he no longer did. You watched as Connor crumbled, as he fell into the deep ends of his pain: the pain inflicted by the very people he called “parents.” Then and there, you decided it was fine if Connor didn’t love you, as long as he was happy.

You came up to Connor after Ariana revealed she wouldn’t go with him.

“How about you and I?” you asked softly, kneeling down near him.

“What about that?” he answered, taking a moment to throw you a look before resuming what you assumed was his spiraling. You couldn’t blame him, you would react similarly.

“I’ll go with you, Connor; wherever you want to go,” You brushed a stray hair out of his eye. “Just say the word.”

“What if I say now?”

You didn’t lie to him when you said that, quite the opposite. You followed him, did as he wanted while trying your best to keep him out of trouble.

You followed him as he got captured and tried to free himself. You followed as he met Risa, as he met Levi too.

Oh, how you hated the day Connor and Risa met. You hated it all: how she slowly started replacing you while he forgot you, how she became the glue that kept the group together, how she was, just to put it simply, better than you.

You slowly went from being part of his life to once again becoming a spectator. You were watching, again.

You saw how Connor looked at Risa. The softened eyes, the small tug at the lips you longed to kiss, the calmness and serenity that he exuded when she was around. You saw it all, of course you did, and you wished, oh you wished, you were her.

You wished just once he’d pick you. You were there since childhood, since you were kids. And yet, as soon as some other girl comes around, he’s interested.

Why? Why could he never see you? Why were you destined to yearn for a soul that did not reciprocate? Why was kismet so cruel? Why did it torture you so?

Why were you forced to watch as the one you loved fell for another? Why would your hearts never intertwine?

Even if you thought the opposite, Connor saw you. He’s always noticed you in his shadow, as if that was all you were meant to be.

Connor saw how you were always the first willing to help him— always willing to clean his bloody knuckles and nose after he just fought. You were the first one to actually try, and not give up on him after the first sign of him being, well, him. You were always there to help him study, to keep him out of trouble.

Connor liked you, he did. He just had no idea how to show you, not when you were always lingering, but never fully present. He had no idea how to take you out of your shell as a kid.

The brunette had been making progress to get to know you, even if most of it was just you scolding him. He used his fights as a way to push you towards him, to get you to open up when you were so mysterious.

Connor thought he liked you until he met his then girlfriend, Ariana.

After meeting her, all his feelings for you evaporated, never given a chance to come to light. He became fixated on her, just her, with no room for you. Soon, you reverted back to that shadow he worked so hard to get you out of. But he didn’t notice, not when all his attention was on her.

Following the fallout with Ariana, you two became close or as close as he would allow you. You became a constant in his life: a pillar of support. But that’s all you ever were, a continuance— never to become a change.

If only Connor noticed how you looked at him like he had crafted the skies, the earth, the stars, by hand. If only he realized his feelings weren’t unrequited — quite the opposite — you loved him. If only he realized the tightening of his throat and sweaty palms whenever you were around weren’t anxiety.

If only he gave you his focus once again. But he wouldn’t, not when Risa was in front of him, and all he could think about was her. Her pretty green eyes that reminded him of the grass blowing in the wind, her brown hair — almost like his, but not quite, her charming yet tough personality.

Everyone saw the signs: Connor was a fool in love. And you wished to be the one the fool loved.

They knew Connor was in love, but did they know it was two people? Did they know he laid awake at night wondering, questioning why his feelings came back for you?

Was it the sickly sweet domestic sight of you helping the kids in Sonia’s basement? Was it how kind and pure you remained despite the world you were dragged into? Was it that you were always there every step of the way for Connor, but he didn’t bother for you?

Maybe it was everything. Maybe it was the longing for someone who understood him. Risa understood Connor, but only to an extent, where as you, you knew Connor.

You knew who Connor was and what he stood for, even if those morals had been slightly fractured. You could recognize Connor amongst a sea of Connors. You, it was always you.

Connor couldn’t fool himself now. He understood the feelings that brewed inside him before. He understood what the tingle he got whenever you touched him was. He understood what the fastening of his heartbeat around you was.

Connor understood so much, yet so little at the same time. But, did it really matter when he knew he wanted you? Did anything when all he saw was you in his dreams? Laying there while he reached across to touch your hair and bring you close. While he inhaled your comforting scent. Waking only to find you across the room, leaving him with a soulful ache.

He came up to you while you were with the kids. “Can we talk?” he whispered into your ear, tickling it in the process and leading to goosebumps dotting across your skin.

You silently stood and nodded, promising the children vying for your attention you’d be back.

You both stood in silence for what seemed like an eternity before he spoke up. “I..I don’t know how to tell you, but I just wanted to say I’ve always noticed you. Despite what you think, I appreciate everything you’ve done, how nurturing you’ve been. How you still care for me even if I just toss you aside.”

“Connor, if this is you telling me you don’t want me around anymore, I get it. It’s fine, don’t drag it out,” You interrupted, your tearing heart begging you to put an early end to the conversation.

“What? No, no. Don’t think that. I would never want that from you, ever.”

“Then why did you bring me here? Please, tell me. The children want me back and I don’t think this is a good idea, your girlfriend is looking at us,” You tilted your head behind him, directing him to look at a staring Risa.

“Risa’s not my girlfriend, and why should I care who’s looking?” Connor stopped in the middle of his sentence, as if he was thinking before continuing on. “Let’s give them a reason to look.”

He then grabbed your head, pulling you closer to his body and crashing your lips together.

You were in shock, but soon melted into the kiss. It was slow, passionate, and full of hidden emotions, by both you and Connor. The kiss revealed things you wouldn’t dare say out loud before, until now.

As much as you wanted it to continue, as much as you wanted to indulge in your daydreams becoming true, you pulled away.

“Why..why would you do that?” you whispered out, watching the string of saliva that connected you both.

“I thought actions spoke louder than words.”

“You’ll be the death of me someday, Connor.”

“I just want you to know that I have loved you since we were kids, even if I didn’t show it,” Connor slowly said, like he was a sailor out in uncharted waters. Maybe this was uncharted waters, you’d never done anything of the sort with him.

You heard the door close, signaling that Connor was home.

You heard his soft sigh next, with accompanied shuffling until he stepped foot into the living room. Connor laid down next to you, setting his face on your shoulder and his arms around your waist.

“Long day?” you whispered out before flipping the page of the book currently keeping you occupied.

“Mhm, so many things to do, yet so little time,” Connor responded before pressing a kiss into your shoulder.

You set your book down then looked at him, “How about I run you a bath?”

“Join me.”

You gave him one last kiss before getting up, “Come on then. I made your favorite.”

[wisemins]

paris and glitch for you and armin please!

TYSM FOR THE ASK AMIRAA MY LOVE <3333

Paris: Is there somewhere you and your F/O go to forget the rest of the world exists? If not, would you like to?

Yes! In mainline canon, it's almost always the library or next to a secluded pond/river near HQ. Armin and I have spent many nights in the library alone, since many of our comrades, nearly all of them in fact, don't like reading in the library. It's our safe space indoors, and we've spent a lot of days and nights in there just decompressing, napping, and sometimes just nothing, just staring out the windows.

The pond we found together when on a walk, it's very serene and is right next to a river, we usually sit under a huge tree (oop trauma) that's beside it and feel the air around us when we both get overwhelmed. When it feels like there's not enough air in the world to fill our lungs. After a while our friends found out that's where we would go, so sometimes they join us, but they join in for all the same reasons. Jean in particular joins us a lot, as he can brood pretty hard. Eren too, that guy is a master brooder!

Glitch: Are you and your F/O compatible or are you polar opposites? How does this affect your relationship?

Oh, this question is actually hysterical all things considered 😭😭SORRY FOR THE WALL OF TEXT COMING UP THIS IS A LOADED QUESTION <3

When I first showed my girlfriend A.oT, i warned her that Armin and I are "kinda similar". Alas, we are not kinda similar, we're nearly copy pasted 😭😭

The only small difference between us really is our personal interests, but even those tend to align too. He made me love the ocean and traveling and seeing and learning new things about the world. And I've made him love the arts even more, and allowed him to express himself creatively. He's sculpted me into always trying to find another reason or way to live, to not see everything as so black and white. We tend to inspire each other in most ways! We also both have very similar reasoning skills, always trying to be an optimist despite knowing everything has gone to the shittiest shit it could have ever gone. Everyone is surprised to know that we're actually very traumatized and mentally ill! Also the fact that we're both extremely self-hating, that's a huge one. And everyone around us seems to think we're not what we think we are, which is another common theme. We're also both very selfless, we tend to put others before ourselves. It's all very interesting to see how this plays out in our relationship, it's taken a lot of adjustment, but we're both also stubborn in a not overt way so we never give up on each other.

We also both are expected to never be angry or upset. People see us trying to be our best and happy at all times and to do everything for everyone else, and then they rely on us and end up disappointed when we eventually explode with frustration or anger. It's very rare, but it happens after a build up, naturally. We're both a little scary when we're mad, that's why when we are actually mad, our friends get a little concerned because that usually means a breaking point. Not surprisingly enough, the only people that have been able to help us through our anger properly and without lashing out at us in turn, as been each other. But trust me Jean has tried! He regrets trying. So does Eren. Mikasa gets pretty close, but she struggles a bit.

The only other person who can properly snap us out of anger or help us, is Levi! He's an angry little shit by default, he understands misery more than anyone else. He's good at giving both of us pep talks, and justifying our feelings without letting us lash out needlessly. Kudos to that gremlin!

Our biggest differences though?

Armin relies a lot on logic (as well as emotions of course, we're both emotional messes) and academics, he's very very intelligent and smart. He has a knack for learning and adapting academically, he's a literal genius!

I'm not academically inclined, at least, traditionally speaking. I'm a drop out, I have more street smarts than smart smarts, and any knowledge and intelligence I do have I got on my own because I do love learning, just whatever I want to learn about. I know my brain will always want to say otherwise, but I'm not stupid. I just function differently (learning disabilities said hiiii) so, we're very different in that respect. When it comes to academics, I have to use a lot of intuition to get by if that makes sense? But it works out for me, usually. But sometimes you can tell I never got passed the 6th grade 😭😭 It's subtle, but it's there. Armin is thankfully very patient with me about that, and teaches me a lot in turn! We both have pretty good critical thinking and deduction skills. We're both smart, just in our own ways, but they're VERY different ways.

I also joke around A LOT more than Armin (Armin gets one canonical joke in, one that I'm pretty sure didn't make it into the anime?? last I checked?? Maybe.) I cope a lot with humor and I like making people laugh, it's one of my favorite things to do! Armin is more of a person to laugh and enjoy someone's humor and wit than actively act out on it. He has his moments, but they're usually either really dark, or deep cut jabs that nobody is expecting. His wit is very sharp, he just never shows it. Meanwhile I'm joking at literally any chance I can get (Unless it's a super serious situation), especially if it helps make someone feel better.

There's more to say but I've said enough!! We're both so similar, but also very different. Perhaps we love each other for what we see in each other that we can't see for ourselves?

[pandoa]

Hi hi pando!!,congrats on 100!,If its ok I would like to request Yellow pansies and Primroses with a by the gardens theme with azul?,go wild ;0!

Yellow pansies ~ “they love me, they love me not. they love me, they love me n—” “what are you doing?” “GAH!”

Primroses ~ “i loaf you very much” “oh my god” “you’re a berry kind person” “no, stop” “there’s so mushroom in my heart for you” “ENOUGH WITH THE PUNS—“

~azul ashengrotto x gender neutral reader~

hi anon!! tysm for requesting~ i did indeed go wild with this one lol i accidentally made it longer than i originally planned but oh well. i hope you like it ♡

♡Blossom Grove Prompt Event♡

♡love you lots♡

“They love me, they love me not,” a voice belonging to none other than the Octavinelle dorm leader played throughout the prosperous garden of NRC as he plucked the petals off a flower one by one, uttering the same hopeful words over and over again.

Squatting above a lively bed of blooming flowers, Azul was seen crouched down on his knees, fully questioning his current life choices. What he had been doing in this, albeit quite serene, garden he was much too embarrassed to admit. The lavish octopus was conflicted, to say the least. Conflicted on whether or not your lingering gazes towards him during your visits at Mostro Lounge held any unsaid meanings. Conflicted on whether or not your sugar-coated words were designed to lure him in like a bee attracted to pollen. Conflicted by the way your smiles seemingly grew tremendously larger the instant he walked into the same room. Had he only been imagining it? Had he finally fallen off the deep end of the ocean just as Floyd had said he would? 

All of these uncertainties had accumulated and boiled within the boy, leading to his now compromised position kneeling before a vibrant flower bed, picking at petals despite having no faith for this system of pure luck. Earlier that day, he had heard from Jade that humans and other beings on land had a custom of using petals to determine if someone had reciprocated their romantic feelings. Like some sort of personal fortune telling, one might say. However, only a pompous idiot would be foolish enough to think that plucking at flower petals would direct them to the true feelings of their beloved. The whole ordeal was illogical and simply preposterous. Laughable, even.

So why was he now there in the gardens, hovering above a pile of flowers, doing the exact same thing he deemed as absurd?!

“They love me, they love me not,” Azul mumbled, reaching out to caress another velvet-like petal before tugging it off from its place on the beautiful plant.

“They love me, they love me n—”

“Hey, Azul!” a familiar voice the second year knew all too well startled Azul at the hollering of his own name. “Oh, uh— What are you doing holding that flower like that?”

The young man clumsily leaped up in surprise. “GAH! (Y-y/n)! What a pleasant surprise!” Azul said as he attempted to adjust his crooked glasses resting on his face after they had fallen down as a result of his anxious manner. “I was just… admiring the scenery in this garden, you see. It is quite beautiful, don’t you think?”

“Ah, yes, I suppose it is.”

Azul flashed you with a quick smile, creating a much more relaxed aura around him. “But that is no matter. What is it you wish to discuss with me? You ran here with a certain eagerness to your step, so I can only assume it is fairly important.”

“Oh, um… I just wanted to say that I like you. In a romantic way, of course,” you declared as you peered directly into his widened eyes that stared at you in shock.

Pardon?

Continuing on with your confession, you conveniently stepped closer to Azul’s hesitant form. “You know, I’ve been trying to drop a lot of hints to you over these past couple of weeks about my feelings for you, but I guess you just never caught on? Well, anyways, it took some brutal convincing from an annoyed Grim and a little courage for me to run and look for you to tell you outright as soon as possible.”

Azul, clueless and confused, shot you a look of disbelief as he failed to comprehend what you had just told him. Were you… confessing to him right now? “Hold on for a moment,” he spoke as he lifted up his hand to prevent you from speaking more. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“What? You need me to spell it out for you using bad puns or something?” you deadpanned at your crush’s dense nature.

“Well, not necessarily—”

Ignoring Azul’s ojections, however, you began to speak complete nonsense in an entertaining attempt at wooing the Octavinelle housewarden. “I loaf you very much.”

“Oh, Great Seven…” Azul sighed in concern.

“You’re a berry kind person.”

“No, stop.”

“Oh! Here’s one I think Jade would appreciate!” you clapped your hands together with pride for your genius idea. “There’s so mushroom in my heart for you~”

“ENOUGH WITH THE PUNS, PREFECT—”

Amused by his irritated reaction, you released a bellowing laugh coming from deep within your stomach as it echoed throughout the peaceful garden. “You get it now?”

Azul stood still in his place on the ground, appearing to be considerably dazed by your peculiar way of displaying your affections. “I believe so…”

“Hehe, good.”

a/n: i wrote most of this with one braincell operating at 1am anyways azul's hair looks so floofy i wanna touch it and give it a lil noogie~

[nofoundboy]

Hello, I just read the cheating one and... I am in P.A.I.N so I wanted to ask for this request, (it could be like an alternate thing from the other one) but what if the slashers (Asa, Jesse, Bo) where their s/o had a nightmare about them cheating and kinda went quiet and started being a little distant.

Look I just need something to help with the pain I'm feeling in my slasher loving heart might now 😭😭☠

Please and thank you, love your work btw💓💓

Tysm, I needed this too, I was also in pain abt that one haha sorry for the delay, this is finally my free week

-When you woke up covered in sweat, you were relieved that you had only been dreaming.

-Asa was looking at you intently, for your sudden reaction had woken him up instantly.

-"It was just a nightmare," you said at last, after calming down and trying to compose a sincere smile.

-And although in fact, it had only been that, you couldn't help but feel terribly overwhelmed by what your mind had fabricated during your rest

-Asa said nothing, simply turned off the light in the room again and lay back down.

-You didn't know how he was going to react, but you decided to cling to his back, hoping he wouldn't pull away from you on the spot.

-Fortunately he didn't, but you couldn't fall asleep again.

-And how could you when that succession of painful images seemed to refuse to leave your mind?

-Seeing Asa caressing someone you didn't know while you could do nothing but watch helplessly had devastated you.

-Especially since Asa had shown no remorse or shame whatsoever, and had even urged you to leave the room as coldly as possible.

-That was what had hurt you the most, for although it had been a figment of your mind, you were aware that Asa's personality had not changed in your dream. He was capable of telling you something like that if he felt like it.

-Hence, you began to doubt what he really felt for you.

-The next morning you were much quieter than usual. You answered him in monosyllables and at breakfast you didn't even dare to look him in the eye.

-Would it be less painful for you to distance yourself until your dream happened?

-Of course Asa had noticed, you could never escape his perceptive eye.

-After a few days in which you maintained your erratic behavior, Asa finally confronted you. Serene but firm, he asked you what it was that ailed you. He was not used to showing concern, even with you, for that was a sign, in his opinion, that he was ceding power by being too soft.

-But your behavior had degraded to that of a complete stranger, so he did not hesitate to finally attend to it.

-You didn't want to keep those painful thoughts inside you any longer. It didn't matter if he confirmed your fears or proved you wrong, you just wanted to let it out once and for all.

-And so you did, you told him everything you had seen in your dream and waited for his response.

-I don't intend to leave you. There's no one I'm more interested in than you" was definitely not the right answer, it wasn't romantic, but it was so authentically Asa, that you took it as a lifesaver.

-Usually you felt before him like an insect being examined, but not this time, because this time you felt a special look coming from him. As if he was struggling to maintain that unperturbed facade he always had.

-You walked up to him, looked at him for what seemed like an eternity and then, deciding he was telling the truth, you hugged him tightly.

-And the way he reciprocated, so untypical of him, made you erase all your fears.

-That was the day Jesse returned from one of his longest business trips, and although you had tried to look as presentable for him as possible, the signs of sleep deprivation on your face were too obvious to hide.

-Once he stood before you, with his arms outstretched, he could tell perfectly well that something had happened to you during his absence, for you even seemed hesitant to embrace him when you usually yearned so much for his affection and did not hesitate to pour it out unreservedly when he was in front of you.

-When he asked, you only answered that you had not been sleeping well, and although it had been partly because of his absence as he took for granted, it had also been because of the uncertainty about what he was doing on those trips without you, apart from his already known activities.

-He was also exhausted, so instead of having the usual welcome, you cuddled up together to sleep.

-As the days went by, your appearance did not improve and you became more and more reserved and fearful in your approaches to him.

-So, direct and demanding as he was, he tired of observing your strange deterioration and got straight to the point.

-What's the matter?" his hands moved quickly and his gaze told you how concerned he was. If you were sick, he would not hesitate to get you the best medical attention, but first he needed to know what was ailing you.

-Not being able to touch him and show him your affection the way you wanted to was killing you, as was the uncertainty about the possibility of his infidelity, so you decided to express your fears to him once and for all.

-You would cheat on me?", immediately after the question you looked down, you wanted to disappear, because you didn't know if it wat a good idea it was to ask him.

-"Never" was Jesse's answer, then he took your hands with some force so that you could look him in the eyes.

-"I'm sorry…it was just a nightmare, but since then I couldn't sleep, I was almost convinced it was real" now that you heard it out loud, you felt stupid.

-"Never," Jesse repeated, ticking off each letter with his fingers.

He looked at you for the last time and then leaned down to kiss you, and you, desperate, reciprocated until at last you had the longed-for, intimate contact that your fears had delayed.

-"Are ya' all right?" he asked, his voice slurred from his abrupt awakening. You had been terribly agitated during your dream, your nightmare.

-"Yes, I'm sorry," you whispered apologetically. Bo knew you were not well, he could see it in your eyes, full of water that you would not let out. Besides, he had heard you in your sleep, shaking and moaning as if you were in pain.

-He was too tired to insist, yet he turned in your direction and draped an arm over your body.

-Although the warmth of his action comforted you a little, you could not prevent your mind from wandering back to those undesirable places.

-The next morning, the ravages of your lack of sleep were evident, as was your clear refusal to stay too close to Bo.

-Your reasoning behind it was to get far enough away so that the moment some sufficiently attractive tourist came to Ambrose, you wouldn't have to face the same scorn.

-The best thing to do was to talk it out, of course, but you didn't know how you could express it without sounding like an idiot.

-Of course Bo didn't stand idly by, that abrupt change in your treatment began to frustrate him to the point where he couldn't take it anymore and exploded at the moment when you felt most vulnerable, because you couldn't take it anymore either.

-"What the fuck is wrong with ya'?" he asked with a very obvious expression of annoyance after you rejected his hand in your waist

-You remained silent, staring at the floor until, with a trembling voice, you answered him

-"I'm afraid you could cheat on me," and proceeded to explain your nightmare.

-"Sorry to tell ya' honey, but that's bullshit, come here. Now"

-You know he doesn't have the greatest tact or the best temperament, but you didn't expect such an abrupt response.

-He's using his authoritative tone, the one that makes you shiver, so you don't hesitate to obey.

-He sits you on his lap and, with the most sincere expression you've ever seen in his eyes, he takes your chin.

-You can see the marks of the bindings on his wrists, so deep and impossible to erase. He knows you are seeing them and stands there, looking into your eyes.

-He seeks your gaze and kisses you roughly, for it is obvious that if he is comfortable enough with you to show you what he hates most about himself and his past, then you should not be afraid of the possibility that there is someone else. Never.