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maehemthemisfit · 8 months

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★ 𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝟐𝐊 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 ! ★

plant a dream and watch the story bloom . . . welcome to eucalyptus dreams ! in honor of hitting 2k, this is an event where you get to interact/roleplay with a few characters from the fandoms i write for !

📘: STATUS : OPEN 🫐: TYPE : INTERACTIVE 💙: ENDING : TO BE ANNOUNCED

★﹕WHY DON'T YOU . ˚ ⊹ // RULES

please make sure that you mention somewhere in your ask the character you're talking to and if it's a specific version make the timeline known (ex: teen!gojo).

you can send in asks as other canon characters, ocs, or ask something that isn't plot orientated/based on you playing a character.

if a character is responding to a plot orientated ask involving a non canon character/oc, only gender neutral terms will be used (unless stated otherwise) for the most part and everything will be writen in second person, so mainly-if not all-terms will be "you" and "your".

i don't mind you detaling some of the actions of the characters i'm writing for and vaguely mentioning things the character has said, but typing out the character's actual dialogue is my job !

i will not mention your oc's physical appearance unless you bring attention to them (eye color, hair length, afrocentric features, etc).

no incest, stepcest, teacher/student or minor/adult romantic relationships, pregnacies (parenthood i can get by), explicit material, or anything progressively leading up to an explicit act. some suggestiveness however is fine.

if i answer your ask and you're uncomfortable with it please let me know!

if you don't want to see the event, you can block #eucalyptus dreams event.

if you have any questions comments or concerns about the rules feel free to shoot me an ask !

★﹕LOVE ME ? . ˚ ⊹ // CHARACTERS

Genshin: Lyney, Freminet, Heizou, Tighnari, Xiao, Wanderer/Scara, Kazuha

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuji, Sukuna

Danganronpa: Nagito Komeada, Kokichi Oma (closed for the moment)

if the event goes well then in 3 days the danganronpa characters will be open. this is partially to control the influx of asks i get (hopefully) but you can still send in asks for closed fandoms and have your ask queued for when they do open!

please keep in mind that these are a lot of characters and i may get a lot of asks for multiple ones, so bare with me when it comes to responding to all of them. other factors that may slow the process is my lack of experience / comfortability writing for certain characters, but I will try my best to make each interaction as in character as possible!

I will not respond to asks that breaks the rules or anything that makes me uncomfortable.

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danses-with-dogmeat · 9 months

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C is for -- Charon

Oh, Charon 🥺

I just adore this guy, and still, I cannot believe how close it was between him and Boone on this poll. But either way is a win in my book, really😅

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

But I hope y'all love this! Just make sure to check out the rating 😉

Pair: Charon x F!Lone

Dialogue Prompt: “Can you just hold me for a moment?”

Word: Care

Rating: NSFW

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

NSFW below, minors, please do not interact!

“Charon–”

Lone’s strained voice sent another shock down the ghoul’s searing spine. He gritted his teeth, his strong fingers clenching her thigh tightly where he held her legs open for him, where his broad hips slotted between them with every forceful thrust.

“Say it again.” He growled, his grip like iron, his expression focused on staving off that great feeling of release, in favor of tipping his partner over the edge first and foremost.

“Charon, fuck,” She breathed out heavily, her mesmerizing chest rising and falling rapidly with his jostling, with her own jerky movements, the bucking of her hips pushing him deeper into her, and following him still as he pulled back.

Close. She’s so close.

Charon's eyes closed briefly, as he allowed his head to fall back, to soak in the mere feeling of her body beneath his. The warmth of her thighs and her ass, pressed flush against him, the softness of her smooth skin against his own rugged planes of flesh, his firm, calloused hands pressing divots into her yielding plushness.

The small, stone room within the abandoned house reeked of their lewd activities, and in it, he felt the slickness of her sweat, he reveled in the sweet sound of her keening moans, and the way her walls gripped him… Like she never wanted him to leave her.

It took effort to haul himself in and out of her tightness, but the way she reacted when he hit that sweet spot deep inside her, when the roughness of his skin rubbed her just right, he couldn’t take it.

Charon’s eyes sprang open again, his grip on her thigh tightened to the point of bruising, and he brought his free hand to her center. Expertly, his fingers delved between her lower lips, and began to press firm circles over the sensitive nub he found there.

He braced himself again, as Lone’s hips flew up off the old, creaky mattress, her own fingers tightening against the fabric until they paled, her eyes rolling back as lightning seemed to explode up her spine.

Charon groaned at the way her heat pulsed around him, as she came undone with the press of his fingers. He held onto her tightly as she rode out her pleasure, his stark eyes unblinking as he absorbed the rapturous sight beneath him. He usually made it a point not to ogle his employer– his partner.

Right.

‘Were together now,’ she’d told him. Almost a month ago; still, for one as old as him, one who was as set in his ways as a person could be, it took Charon some getting used to.

But he respected the hell out of her, no matter the nature of her personal relation to him. He’d seen enough of the way the other wasteland assholes treat young women, he’d ended enough of those interactions himself… He wouldn’t be a part of that problem, not like others had sometimes forced him to be. And yet… There were certain special times, where he let his eyes linger on her seemingly just as disrespectfully, where he let those feelings surrounding her engulf him, he let the sensations flow through his body and become evidence of the attraction he felt for her.

But therein lay the difference between him and them. He'd never disrespect her, beyond a bit of a gawking look, that is. But beyond that? Charon would give his life for Lone, and not just because of that scrap of paper she held. He would do or be whatever she needed most, any time that she asked, simply because she was Lone, and the way she allowed him to be this?

To show her how he felt, truthfully?

She was the first smoothskin– or person Charon felt this sort of affection for in… who the hell knows how long?

Now was one of those times, though. When-- despite his respect, his affection, the rareness, the novelty of being with her in the first place-- he let himself really look at her. The way her breasts heaved, glossy and picturesque with sweat, the way her delicate brows furrowed and shielded her eyes from him, the way her mouth hung open, releasing wanton gasps that, when they met Charon's ears, left his stomach tightening and his cock throbbing with need. Need to tip over his own threshold and into the same such pleasure he saw her enveloped in.

“Lone…” Charon’s low voice sounded from his chest, and he felt another shudder pass through her body and into his. Felt that heavenly gush of slick around him, felt the way she constricted him again, before her body fell, lax and tingling, back against the mattress.

Her eyes blinked open, dark and sensual with the way her pupils were blown out with the pleasure he’d just wrought from her.

“Hm?” She hummed, almost absently.

“Where?” His bright, intense eyes stayed locked to her glossy ones as he began to thrust into her relaxed body once again, with a renewed vigor. Lone grimaced slightly as she felt his cock drag along her walls, feeling every rough sensation amplified by her own recent release.

“A-anywhere, just– ah, just not inside.”

He gave a gruff nod, before setting his grip upon her hips, and pulled her forward into him, instantly picking up his pace as she gripped onto the mattress for dear life.

“God, Charon. Fuck, not too–”

“Almost. There.” He grunted, feeling his member swelling further with each harsh thrust, each blissful drag of her hot, tight walls around him.

He slammed in, one more time, before fully wrenching his cock out of her, just in time to spill his release onto the foot of the mattress.

Charon continued kneeling, allowing himself just a moment to breathe, to let that feeling of relief wash over him as one hand gripped his throbbing member, giving it a couple final jerks, until he was fully spent. His eyes darted to Lone, noting the way small tremors still ran through her body, and damn-near smirking at that blissed out look upon her face.

She’d closed her eyes, he noticed, as he stood up and gathered his clothes, already beginning to dress and prepare to take watch while his partner slept soundly behind him.

He’d only managed to haul his pants up over his hip bones, when he heard a small voice sound through the dim.

“Charon?”

“Hm?” He stepped over to the mattress, his brow furrowed as he looked down at her.

Lone’s hair was mussed, her eyes tired, her voice almost as raspy as his own.

She needs to rest, after all that.

He had to stop himself from looking visibly pleased at the thought.

“Do you… do you have to go on watch right now?”

Charon knelt down, as she sat up on the mattress. Meeting one another in the middle.

Distractedly, the ghoul found his hand moving to her arm, rubbing over a healing mark there. Maybe from some scuffle with raiders or mirelurks, maybe from him, he didn’t know.

Have to be more careful… He recalled his grip on her thigh earlier, and on her hips. She’ll bruise from that, too.

“Charon?”

Her voice hit him, and he looked back up to her with a shrug.

He should go on watch. It’s what he was supposed to do, if he was going to protect her. But the terms of their agreement had changed so much over the months…

“Well… Instead of that, do you think you could, um…”

She was always so strong, outspoken, usually so direct. It had surprised him in the beginning, knowing the soft vault life she’d come from. But he’d always admired it.

This behavior though… It was strange.

“Is something wrong?” He heard himself ask, even as one rough hand continued to stroke over her skin.

“N-no, I just… Can you just hold me? For a moment? It doesn’t have to be long, but…”

“Yes.” He stopped her. It sounded as though she were going to explain herself, try and justify this request, that to any other partner should be more than reasonable. It was expected, he was sure.

But with me…

Not for the first time in their relationship, not even for the first time that night, Charon found himself wondering what she saw in him. What she wanted from him.

But this… in a way, it helped him understand.

She truly sees me as her partner. Not an asset, not a bodyguard or a beast of burden, not a weapon, not a means to an end.

But an equal.

It was something that was going to take some getting used to.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, or anything. I know we’re never mushy like this, really, but I don’t know, tonight, I just…”

“It’s alright.”

Lone moved over a bit on the mattress, making room for his bulk as Charon settled, albeit a bit uncomfortably, beside her. The mattress stopped supporting him almost as high as his knees, but Charon tried not to pay mind to it.

No, like he had earlier, he tried to ground himself in her.

Lone moved closer to him as he settled, and Charon’s arm snaked around her shoulders as her hands seamlessly wound about his bare waist. Her puffy cheek pressed into the firmness of his chest, and he felt the soft puffs of breath over his ruined skin lulling him into a blissful state of quietude.

A heavy sigh escaped her, and he felt any stiffness left in her body vacate, as she melted into his shared contact.

It was something he never knew he might come to enjoy. Never dared to want, not with the people he usually found himself close to. But this… Charon felt that he may just be able to get used to it.

#2k event #2k celebration #secret event #fallout #fallout companions #fallout 3 #fallout 3 companions #charon fo3 #fallout 3 charon #fallout charon #fo3 charon #charon #practicing safe and healthy sex with your ghoul boyfriend #👍

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melobin · 3 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ melobin’s 2k prompt event

credits to my mimi for the header <3

in honour of hitting 2000 followers and because i didn't do anything to celebrate 1000, i thought i would do a small prompt event! the rules are as followed -

ᡣ𐭩 pick one, two or three prompts ᡣ𐭩 pick one concept/au ᡣ𐭩 pick one member of either enhypen, riize or zerobaseone ᡣ𐭩 send your completed request as an ask to my inbox. you can send the prompt itself or the number of the prompt. ᡣ𐭩 when sending your ask, be sure to state whether you'd like it to be sub!idol or dom!idol. if your request doesn't state this then i will decide myself. you're free to add any kinks you'd like to see in the request too! ᡣ𐭩 due to the nature of my blog, i will only be writing smut, all prompts listed below are smut related. ᡣ𐭩 any request i do receive that does not follow the guidelines will be deleted.

requests will be open indefinitely, i’ll make an announcement when they’re closed.

thank you again for 2000 followers!!! i cannot explain how much it means to me. i only really started posting in around october and this blog has grown so much since then !!! melobin is my pride and joy, i genuinely adore writing and it makes me happy that so many people enjoy what i write too. i'll never not be thankful for all the friends i've made since being here, especially the ones in the melody and friends discord server. i love you all ♡ enough being sappy!!! the prompts are below ♡

ᡣ𐭩 prompts

1. "i've never done this before"

2. "let me take care of you"

3. "let me hear you"

4. "i want to fuck every last thought out of that pretty little head of yours"

5. "no one needs to know"

6. "she/he will never find out" please state if you'd like the prompt to be she or he

7. "just the tip, i promise"

8. "mine"

9. "did you wear this just for me?"

10. "friends don't fuck"

11. "shh, i know it feels good baby"

12. "i know we agreed we wouldn't do this again but please, i need you so bad"

13. "always such a good girl/boy for me" please state if you'd like the prompt to be girl or bpy

14. "need to stuff you full of my cum"

15. "need to fuck a baby into you"

16. "i missed this pussy/cock" please state if you'd like the prompt to be pussy or cock

17. "i missed you"

18. "beg"

19. "always taste so sweet"

20. "use your words"

21. "look at me"

22. "do you feel that?"

23. "always look so pretty taking my cock"

24. "i love you"

25. "i hate you"

26. "no one does it like you"

27. "stay the night"

28. "i'll let you sit on my cock until i'm done and if you're good, i'll fuck your pretty little brains out after"

29. "i want to fuck you so bad"

30. "want him to join us, baby?" for this prompt you're allowed to send two members instead of one.

ᡣ𐭩 au's/concepts

1. academic rivals au

2. bandmate au

3. best friends au

4. best friend's brother au

5. boss au

6. boyfriend au

7. brother's best friend au

8. camgirl/camboy au please state whether you'd like it to be camgirl or camboy

9. cheating au

10. college au

11. dance partners au

12. dilf au

13. enemies au

14. ex au

15. friends with benefits au

16. married au

17. neighbours au

18. one night stand au

19. roommate au

20. stranges au

an example request: hi melo! please can you do prompt 16 "i missed your pussy" with prompt 26. can that be with the ex au for dom!sungchan please? thank you !

#✧ melody posts #riize smut #zerobaseone smut #enhypen smut #2k event #✧ hard hours ✧

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peachdues · 8 months

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Oh wow 🥺

I guess it’s time to come up with a 2k follower event, as thanks to you all for being so wonderful and putting up with my nonsense.

Thank you, so, so much.

#🍑 speaks #2k event #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi shinazugawa #kny #kny x reader #kny fanfic #kny sanemi #sanemi x reader #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #tomioka giyuu

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levmada · 1 year

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gee, my friend!! congratulations on 2k, that’s a big number fr 💙

levi and 8. shielding the other one with their body (can we… shield levi? 👀)

thank youuuuu suki <3 plot is sponsored by a fic i read a while lol. idk what’s up with my writing style in this one but djfjsjdjgj also nanaba is nb because.

//gn!reader, canon-typical violence, injury | ~1.8k

To think that an abandoned town like this—surrounded by a moat, watchtowers and all—is a safe haven during the night, but by daybreak, the formation is just as vulnerable as if they'd camped in a meadow.

The bright day gave eyes (in addition to Miche's supernatural sense of smell) crystal-clear visibility, and so the presence of approaching Titans was caught well in advance. They wandered in threes, but in exchange for the advantage of no abnormals to contend with, there were plenty of numbers all attracted to the scent of human flesh.

But there was time. That's the reason elite soldiers like you and Levi were chosen to evacuate the field hospital—what once was a stone watchtower. Erwin commanded that the objective was to outrun, not fight.

His speed and your level head, besides your close relationship that made you act in-sync was perfect for a mission that made it imperative to work together.

You both started at the exposed top floor and worked your way down, ushering the rest of the injured that hadn’t yet, or couldn’t, escape all on their own. One medic joined you.

Good progress has been made so far. You and Levi, and three others counting the quick medic, descended the stone steps now to the first floor. Louder than your heart in your ears was the cocophony of shouts, snapping reins, thunderous steps and the gnashing of jaws just outside this structure. Your lungs burned. Almost out.

Fingers the size of your own body slam through the wall into the narrow stairwell, causing a roaring crash you feel down to your bones.

Levi acts fast and in one enormous slice, frees your way. Fingers to be replaced by a hoard of steam, and a monstrous roar. "Hurry up!”

He leaps down the steps with effortless agility, not pausing for whom he trusts will stick to his heels—and of course you do, tailed by two moaning, injured men, and the grim medic. She has done well to keep her head.

The first floor has been the most spared from the chaos—so much so every cubicle curtain is still upright, even. No sound of howling for help or terror, except a woman with expressive blue eyes and a cast. You mistake her frightened yowling for a cat at first.

"Get them out!" Levi orders you. "I got this one."

You don't think, you act, and throw your body against the thick oak door. The medic is a small woman, of course not cut out for combat, but she joins you. The wood is stuck stiff, probably from the damage done to the tower's integrity.

"Shit."

"We can do this," you insist. "Keep going."

Both men volunteer to shove alongside you, as best they can. Every crunch of stone, sometimes cascading feels like a taste of death. There's no way in hell the third floor is still intact. It too is most likely exposed to the air, where humans can be picked up and treated as a snack. You're running out of time.

But you're close to freedom, so insignificant to mean getting out of this tower, you think bitterly. The door protests and groans, but you're close. The lighter whining of the bed as Levi ushers her up is like a warning siren.

Just a little—

The sound like a mountain snapping in half behind you seems to come long before the ceiling physically collapses.

Levi.

Again, again, you don't think, you act, rocketing back from the door with a shove and into, onto—doesn't matter—Levi mid-run, before the weight of the world comes crashing down on top of you.

It sounds, when you can hear, like distant thunder for some reason. You're within, now, a very, very small coffin. Then you hear no more.

Levi is the first to blink rapidly from unconsciousness and coughs, then squeezes his eyes shut. Dust. Can't breathe. A grueling headache. He remembers it found him first in sleep.

After taking account of his own state, he surveys his surroundings, or lack thereof.

Not rock, or not just rock, but dead weight lays upon his curled-up form like a massive blanket. Fortunate, he thinks at first, that it's dark and his vision keeps warbling in and out of clarity, because he can't tell which name this corpse belongs to.

One second later, the bliss of ignorance shatters. He barks your name, blinking wildly in the cramped, heavy darkness. He commands himself to get calm.

His hand, the one not pinned underneath himself, finds purchase in your neck. He thumbs your pulse and turns his head. Where are your breaths? At first he thinks his nose finds your cheek, but it's your bleeding forehead. He smells blood. Your blood.

Fuck—disgusting.

He feels a solid pulse, and, awkwardly nuzzling the side of your mouth, slow, warm breaths wash over his cheek. A weird noise leaves him, hitched like fear and a low moan in pain and ultimate relief.

Blood is fresh, he thinks in a flurry. It can't have been long since the tower collapsed. Everyone else is surely dead—or he'll treat them that way until he can guarantee he and you are making it out of this.

He forces his incessant panting silent, groping over your back inch by inch so he can to shield your head from further harm. It's all so far away, worlds away, but he hears Titans.

Keep breathing. Keep breathing.

He squirms his head, half-laying on his back now, and his lips touch your ear.

"Wake up," he grunts, very aware then that he's wasting his air. You and the others have been buried alive under rubble. He can't waste both your supplies of air saying your name or begging you not to die, or you'll most likely die anyway.

He could risk crawling out on his own, but that'd mean risking the rubble he displaces crashing right on top of you. It's bad enough that you shielded his body with your own. You could've died on impact. You could die.

Can't climb up either. He's strong, the strongest he’s aware, but not even he can lift a ton of rock.

"Stay alive," he settles on, bullying his other arm up past your shoulderblades. Small bits of gravel and rock shift. With the most coverage he can, he shields the length of your spine. If something happens to your head or spine, that means death for sure, one way or another. It's all he can do—he can't get on top of you.

His heart throbs. Dammit, why couldn't he have been faster? If he'd went for the door before you, he could've gotten it open and most everyone out. Why did he try to save everyone? Now it's just him and you.

Every time this kind of situation has happened before, he’s always the only one left.

"Stay alive..." he mumbles in your ear, then your name. "Don't die on me."

His splitting headache makes it hard to deliberate or even think any more. Whenever he catches himself nodding off, he bites his tongue until it feels like it’s splitting in half, using the pain to stay awake, and devoting constant concentration to tracking your thready, but steady breathing.

When, under the clashing of shovels and shouts, you're both uncovered and your bodies are lifted from the rubble, Levi is found bloody, the only one conscious but delirious, and clutching your body as if you were lovers in bed—not soldiers pinned under tons of stone, dust, and rubble.

You're the only two out of five living.

You wander to wakefulness finally, on a bedroll, parallel with a half-dozen of your comrades who were injured during the attack. You distantly think that five is a good number all things considered, before you turn your head, and wince.

I’m injured…?

Blinking the haze and blur from your vision, the first thing you notice with any meaningful clarity isn’t the clean blue sky through the forest canopy, but in your far-back peripheral: Levi. He sits up against a towering oak, hunched with his knees tucked to his chest. One sword lays balanced across his knees. His fist clutches the grip tight despite his angry knuckles and bloody fingertips. His dull eyes stare vacantly forward, expression hard like a stone.

Which doesn’t even twitch when you say his name. It’s like he’s keeping a statue’s vigil. The only thing living or waking about him upon squinting is the rigid pattern he taps his leather boot in. Tap… tap, taptaptap… tap… tap, taptaptap…

Movement around you is slow—the formation has evidently traveled since… since the tower came crashing down on top of you, you now remember with a start. Tents are up, tendrils of soft smoke billowing up around the area. Lunch.

“Levi?” you ask again, in a weak voice. You tilt your head back to peer at him upside down, because it hurts too much to raise it. “Is… Did we…”

“Hey, Lieutenant. You’re awake,” Nanaba greets with a relieved sigh. You didn’t notice them approach.

They stand over you now with their hands on their hips. The tapping doesn’t stop—or rather it hardens at the approach of someone new.

“What happened?”

They crouch down. “Well… Shit. This is gonna be hard to hear, but only you and Levi survived. I think…” They cast a quick glance in his direction. “I think the Captain’s in worse shape than you. He hasn’t really moved since we got here. Refused any medical, but that’s nothing new.”

You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It must’ve been torture for him, riding with no placement near the injured wagons. Duty calls.

He doesn’t appear to hear you and Nanaba talking about him right in front of him, but you know better. His dull eyes narrow despite the hundred-yard stare in them. He keeps tapping.

“I have him taken care of,” you volunteer without thinking. “Um. Well, you know.”

Nanaba looks pained, then scoffs without any humor in it. “I do. When our squad found you…” They trail off.

He protected me, didn’t he? you think with painful fondness. Even when you protect him—and it’s exceedingly rare Levi needs protection at all—he finds a way.

“How… How long were we?”

“A couple of hours. Chances are, he was awake the whole time. So. Try to get him to take it easy,” they say.

You huff in astonishment, eyes wide. Hours. Buried alive for hours. “I’ll try.”

They nod. “Rest up.”

Nanaba leaves you both, or rather leaves you. You lay in silence for a little while longer until you find resolve to slowly push up into a sit. The tapping persists, but your eyes meet for the first time. Despite the state he’s in, his gaze is so intense you want to look away.

“Thank you for protecting me… Hey. Even you couldn’t get out of all that rubble, so, you stayed awake and made sure I was okay. Thank you, Lev’… Now that we’re here, and I’m awake, you don’t have to guard me anymore,” you chuckle lamely.

It’s a plain reassurance, but your head is pounding. You’re still weak.

The tapping doesn’t change. You recognize the technique he’s using to ground himself for what it is, besides his blade being cocked for all to see despite the peaceful area. It’s impossible to tell what he’s thinking, but maybe he isn’t, and that’s just it. That’s what’s wrong.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you say again. “Can I sit with you?”

His severe gaze drops. A crack in his armor appears when his shoulders deflate. The tapping slows.

Carefully, you shuffle back, giving his blade wide berth, and sit so your sides are touching.

You rest your head on his shoulder. At first he goes rigid, and then seems to slump completely.

“Everything’s okay, Levi.”

Tap… tap, taptaptap… tap… tap, taptaptap…

“…How’s your head,” he asks, or rather says in a soft rasp.

“It hurts. But that means I’m alive. Thanks to you.”

“Don’t be a fucking fool,” he seethes.

Your lips part.

“I was useless. And I’m the reason we were crushed. Staying awake all that time counts for shit.”

Each sentence, blandly spoken, comes seemingly punctuated by an invisible blow.

You stare. You kind of want to slap him. “I had three others trying that door with me. It wasn’t enough then, either… but we’ll never know if it was inevitable or not.

“Waiting was everything you could do. Ha… You gave your whole heart, as always. If you really wanted to be useless, you would’ve had to die.”

His chest wracks, and a sound that’s both a weak gasp and a surrendering, yet silent sob. His head bows and the tapping fails. You reach over and touch his gnarled knuckles.

“It’s okay.” You kiss his greasy hair and embrace him best you can in this position.

It’s okay. You can’t ask for solace, but your continued hearts’ beating, that you can, and that he gave you.

#levi x reader #hurt/comfort #levi x you #levi x gender neutral reader #levi ackerman angst #levi ackerman x reader #levi fic #levi ackerman fanfiction #2k event

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death-threats · 9 months

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Hey @leakyweep, you have a new message!

From: VINSMOKE SANJI (1)

Okay, so hear me out. Sanji would fall for basically anyone that walks by him, but you? Oh boy. OHHH BOY. The way you have that hypnotizing way of just getting anyone and everyone to look your way? And you're able to make friends easily? He'll find that SUPER endearing. Heart-eyes all day, every day.

Knowing that your love languages are acts of service and gift-giving are a HUGE plus. This man is always working so hard and I know for a fact that he'll be so thankful that you reciprocate in those ways. If you already think he'll worship the ground you walk on, just wait. He'll revere you as a goddess on earth as soon as you encourage him to sit back and relax while you took care of dinner. (he'll still try to help, but he may be convinced to relax with a smooch or two)

#HIIII BABE #hope you like this!#sanji x reader #one piece matchup #2k event

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cozage · 8 months

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2K FOLLOWERS

Uhm??? Hello everyone. This was a crazy happy milestone to reach! What the heck!!!

Let’s celebrate!

Tonight I have a very special and spicy HC thing I’m going to put out as an extra thank you, but I want to hear from you!

It’s going to be a simple celebration, because I’m still working through my requests, but a lot of people have been requesting head canon! So let's do it!

Option One:

Send me a scenario and some characters, and I’ll write some little headcanons for them.

Option Two:

Send me one scenario and one character, and I’ll write just a little drabble, like 100 words or less.

I’ll keep this open for the week (end on 9/8) or until I get 30 requests, whichever comes first :)

Amount of event requests: 27/30

#cozage #2k event #follower event

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m-ayo-o · 3 months

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Scorpio + she/her + stubborn/loud but still kinda shy personality + byakuya kuchiki + Frenemy type of thing and you can do whatever with them 💗 I Really love ur blog smm

i t s ⋆ w r i t t e n ⋆ i n ⋆ t h e ⋆ s t a r s ⋆

zodiac event : ♏︎ SCORPIO READER x AQUARIUS BYAKUYA ♒︎

genre: fluff wc: 1k note: pretentious captain tries to get his capable subordinate transferred to a different squad for no apparent reason?? seems suspicious

For your perfect and confident Scorpio self, you were surprisingly out of character when it came to romance and you found yourself unable to address your captain without that embarrassingly shy tone.

But with reading more and more into your sign, studying the matches and compatibilities, you discovered that your perfect match was not your captain who you were helplessly crushing on... but the substitute soul reaper himself. Your face planted into your book and thought, all of a sudden, that astrology was utter bull--

"Heyyy, wakey wakey-!!!"

Your loudmouth fellow squad member bursts in, interrupting your thoughts.

"Nh- uhg- Renji, I'm not sleeping."

You lift your head and the page gets stuck to your cheek.

The redhead grabs your arm and hoists you up.

"You're gonna be late for training again, idiot."

You flick him in the face and he lets go as you dash over to the training grounds to meet the rest of your squad who are waiting, along with him.

Stupidly small eyebrows irked in annoyance, glaring in your direction. Ugh, always so stuck up.

Yeah, you had a crush on him the moment you saw him. But when he opened his mouth it was a different story. He was always so stern and mean, particularly with you. And you had no idea why.

That was the only reason Renji got promoted to lieutenant instead of you. Because you and your captain didn't see eye to eye. You know he values you as a squad member, but his passive aggressive behaviours have been getting the best of you. You were perfectly capable and even mastered bankai before your red haired superior.

But your overconfident demeanor left you in second place.

"You're too cocky. And loud."

He added, dismissing you without a second chance.

And since then you have been training with something to prove. It's not as if you're desperate. Just determined.

The opportunity to become lieutenant meant a lot to you, and if that black haired noble pain in the ass was going to deny you so easily, you were going to put up a fight.

Until he requested for your transfer.

"Squad eleven will suit you fine."

Your jaw hit the floor. You know what he's trying to do instantly. With Yachiru already holding the lieutenant's position, and the 3rd and 5th seats already filled by Ikkaku and Yumichika... Ugh! You would be left low in the division and all of your work would've been for nothing.

So, one evening, after working up a little liquid courage in your squad barracks with Renji spurring you on (because he was also wasted) you headed to Byakuya's office.

You tapped at the shoji doors and slid them open, finding him surprisingly, in a similar state to you.

What the fuck. Was all that could really pass your mind as you stepped into his private office where he slumped over his desk. A large bottle of sake was open and when you picked it up you found it was completely drained. The small cup by his hand still had a few drops left so you picked it up and sipped the rest, savouring the exquisite taste. You could never get your hands on sake like this. You placed the cup back down and noticed the pinkish hue in his cheeks, and the way his eyes rested closed.

He was completely passed out.

So you took this opportunity to use his bottle of ink and the calligraphy brush resting in his fingers to forge your way out of your transfer. You took a fresh piece of parchment and studied his writing carefully, emulating his formal tone;

"Upon further consideration,

[name] shall remain in the sixth division."

You were about to seal the letter with his stamp, but when you were rummaging through his drawer you suddenly felt a cool grip on your wrist.

"What are you doing."

It was barely slurred, his voice deep with sleep as he regained consciousness. You had caught your captain at a bad time and he wasn't afraid to show you, pinning your wrist to the desk and ripping the paper from you.

It's only now that you realise what a mistake you have made.

Your hand reaches for your Zanpakutō on instinct but he disarms you...

With a smile.

He lets go of your wrist and sinks back on his chair, the hostile air clearing as quickly as it arrived.

You butt heads a lot, sure. But now, you admit, seeing him like this... is making you soft.

"I couldn't have you in my division any longer."

When you question him, in his drunken state, he starts to explain himself.

"With you and Renji..." he turns his head away, almost hiding his face in his palm, "I couldn't watch anymore."

What.

You can't speak.

What is he saying.

"I couldn't watch because... I'm jealous."

"U-uh- Captain- Renji and I- we're..."

"I know you're fucking."

The word sounds so crass, coming from his thin lips that utter only the most elegant language.

"Christ! Captain... We're friends!" You yell with a tone so shrill you're bound to wake the whole seireitei.

You backtrack and realise what he said.

Your brain catches up and it dawns on you that the high and mighty Captain Kuchiki of the sixth division is jealous. Of his subordinate, no less. And his relationship with... you.

"Friends? Oh."

He finally shuts up and you place a kiss to his cheek, fully understanding what's going on here. He was too arrogant just to ask, so he had to take things too far and send you away, before he even understood the situation.

His cheeks light up with a deeper blush and he rubs his temples slowly.

"Get out of my office."

"Yes captain."

A few days later you discover that your transfer was cancelled.

bleach | zodiac event

#bleach fanfic #bleach anime #bleach byakuya #bleach fandom #bleach #byakuya x reader #byakuya kuchiki #byakuya kuchiki fluff #bleach fluff #zodiac event #zodiac star signs #zodiac romance #bleach x reader #2k event #scorpio reader #star signs #it's written in the stars

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 2 years

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I've liked alot of your works tbh, IT'S SO GOOD EVEB THOUGH IT'S LIKE ALOTTA MMONTHS AGO???

About the even,

I'm a female who uses she/they

Romantic with my babes damian

Vigilante! Reader just checking up on their bf and putting a small sweet heart at the end <33

(idk how to write that whole thing so imma just give you a description of it)

Thanks so much sweetheart, hope you like it!

Beloved,

I hope this letter reaches you in good health. The titans and I have made it to our mission site and while I am hoping it goes over well, I am also quite anxious to return back home to you. I hope you're talking care of yourself well.

Please don't work yourself too hard while I'm not there to look after you. I won't be pleased if you've somehow managed to injure yourself by the time I get home.

Eat all your meals, I have instructed Alfred to come in and check on you every once in a while but regardless I want you to keep your health your priority. Take plenty of rest as well and just because I'm not there, don't take this as an opportunity to stay up late reading stories.

I know this comes off as nagging but I genuinely only have your best interests at heart, beloved. I wish to be there to take care of you and I'm well aware you are more than capable enough to keep yourself alive but I still tend to worry, like I know you worry about me.

When I woke up today, for a split second I thought you were in bed with me but when I reached for you I couldn't help but feel disappointment when you weren't there. It gave me all the more reason to finish this insipid mission at the earliest.

I'll be home soon, beloved.

I love you.

D.W.

#2k event #damian wayne x reader

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dabisqueen · 2 years

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I want to celebrate my milestone with all of you!

⚠️ THIS EVENT IS CLOSED! ⚠️

Win a chance for a date with our handsome meow-meow-boi Dabi!

This means: I will write a personalized fic for each one of three winners!

How to participate:

You need to have your age in your bio (this is an 18+ content blog)

Like or preferrably reblog this post to enter

👉We want to spread the Dabi love!👈

You need to be following me. Why? Because I want to give back to my followers, my mooties. This is about them.

Additional Info:

The event ends in a week from now (or when I decide it's over 😄)

I will draw 3 random usernames from all participants

I will contact the winners to discuss further details about the fic

Once the stories are written I will post them and tag each winner

Let's go! 💙

#dabi #dabi todoroki #bnha dabi #mha dabi #dabi my hero academia #dabi x y/n #dabi x you #queen plays #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #bnha #mha #2k event #2k celebration #2k followers

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sunder-soul · 2 years

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For a request would love to have tom’s pov of the holidays such as the missed kiss and when charlie asked about his feelings and when he found out they actually weren’t dating

Sequel Snippet Spree: Seven Devils

A/N: [I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT MY 2K EVENT FROM 100 YEARS AGO, I JUST FOUND THIS SITTING IN MY WIPS FOLDER AND WAS LIKE OMG I SHOULD SIMPLY POST THIS] Also I'm already writing Tom's pov of Charlie's 'confrontation,' and the Christmas night by the fireplace as well bc the angst is simply SO FUN TO WRITE MY GOD THIS MAN I love making him this fucking dramatic, I just really wanted to post this now bc I like it :) [GIF CREDIT!]

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ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 (there are serious issues with the tagging system atm and idk how to fix it sorry, I tried for like half an hour 😭)

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He slept badly, of course. He always slept badly. The storm woke him before dawn with the first gust of heavy-handed rain on the windows and he knew the second his eyes had opened that he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again. Rain like this always made his stomach sink. At Wool’s it had always meant cold, damp nights followed by cold, grey days, too much noise trapped inside with too many people. Waking warm and comfortable with such a storm outside was still surreal.

Very suddenly Tom remembered the previous night and instantly all remaining hope that he might rest a little longer disintegrated. He didn’t know what it was about the darkness that had made it so easy to say things he’d never say in a well-lit room, telling her about the fear he’d felt seeing Marina at Voldemort’s mercy in the Manor, admitting how much he still thought about it, asking her about her own night terrors –

Tom’s eyes fell shut in embarrassment and he took a long, regretful breath. He shouldn’t have asked her that. Not so indelicately, not without some indication that she even wanted to tell him.

He pushed himself up and swung his legs off the couch, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then let his hands fall limp off his knees. He didn’t like how they looked, the hands of a stranger suspended on the ends of his forearms. Fatigue clouded dully behind his open eyes and with it, the bitter desire that for once he might wake feeling like he’d ever slept at all.

He looked at her.

The nascent grey dawn painted him a faint picture but he could still very easily make her out, her gold hair across the pillow, the thick quilt half-covering her sleeping face. She was completely still. He couldn’t even hear her breath. Tom grit his teeth and looked away, his stony gaze falling back on his fingers. He’d been extraordinarily stupid to think he could do this seamlessly. He’d been extraordinarily stupid in a number of ways when it came to Marina, actually, stupid in ways he could hardly bear to think about. Thinking things were different to the way they were. Thinking she might be coming to feel things for him that she clearly didn’t.

Misinterpreting things.

He would happily call it ‘humiliating,’ were his pride wounded more than his hopes – but he wasn’t so lucky. ‘Disappointing’ was far more apt, though it fell stratospherically short of describing the feelings that had taken hold of him seeing Charlie lean down and kiss her, and realising exactly how extraordinarily stupid Tom had really been. He stood in silence and turned for the kitchen, leaving Marina sleeping quietly behind him without allowing himself to look at her again.

He should have known better. Marina had met him at his worst, she’d known the depth of his true ugliness right from the very beginning, the selfish, ignorant, ridiculous child he’d been seven years prior. It had been monstrously vain, deluded of him to think that she might come to see him as something… else.

He should never have entertained the notion in the first place, that she might be looking at him the same way he’d found himself looking at her, or that she might feel as he felt when he touched her. The bitter embarrassment overtook him again, the thought that he’d misinterpreted his own feelings as something palpable between them, some corporeal presence or understandingthat she sensed too. It was so shamefully naïve.

Tom angrily yanked the cupboard open and seized a mug, and only just caught himself from slamming it onto the counter in the last second lest he wake her. He placed it down carefully and then stared at it in deep resentment.

He knew he was being ridiculous.

The knowledge did very little to sooth the acidic disappointment seeping out of some fissure that had opened up deep in his chest. He couldn’t stop thinking about Charlie’s arm around her on the couch, her leaning against his chest, their natural playfulness and the seamlessness of how she touched him. It had been an unforgiving reminder that Marina wasn’t like him, she didn’t hoard herself away like he did, and it seemed so painfully obvious to him now that she should be with someone like Charlie, someone like her, who laughed loudly and smiled openly and moved easily.

God, he should have known. That’s what made it even more unbearable. He’d seen the way Charlie had said goodbye to her before they’d left for Azkaban, the fierce concern, the tight hug, the familiar touch. He’d wondered at the time, she and Charlie had been at the Burrow together for months by that point after all, but he’d been so staunchly confident that the feeling prickling across his skin had been surprise, or simply embarrassment at witnessing a moment of someone else’s intimacy, or even (as he had really managed to convince himself one night as he’d laid awake thinking about it) that it was simply surreal to see Marina in someone’s arms just because he’d known her for so long.

Ridiculous, the things he’d tried to tell himself.

It was envy. He knew it now of course, and really he’d known it then, too, in some reserved and much ignored part of his mind. Why else had he offered her his hand like that to Apparate? Just to see what she’d do, how she’d react, if she’d be so at ease with him, too – and he’d turned her reaction over in his mind like a puzzle for too many a night afterwards, the way she’d stared at him in something a little more pink-cheeked than just surprise, how she’d tried to play it off but how she’d not quite met his eyes when she took his hand. That had been his downfall, he thought, that he’d really managed to delude himself into thinking that perhaps it was a lack of ease, not the presence of it, that betrayed Marina’s feelings.

And God, Greece.

Tom exhaled grimly and waved his wand at the silver coffee pot, dispassionately watching his mug fill.

He couldn’t even count all the things he’d misinterpreted in Greece.

Not fully paying attention, Tom spooned too much sugar into his cup and stirred, the crisp little sounds of the silver against the ceramic seeming very far away. Yesterday morning Marina had told him she’d forgotten about Lovegood like she was confessing a long life of stomach-turning sin, like she’d expected him to be disgusted, or at least furious. He’d seen the weariness of it all on her face before she’d rested her head on his shoulder, just like the night after they’d gotten back and she’d fallen asleep against him and he’d not been able to bear moving and waking her –

Shame swallowed him fetid and hot, and Tom’s head hung, his fingers gripping the counter hard. Yesterday Marina had been frighteningly listless, visibly guilt-ridden and exhausted beyond recognition, falling against him like the magnitude of telling him those things had cost her the very last of her energy – and he’d still not been able to stop himself from thinking of how good she’d felt leaning against his shoulder, from wondering if it meant she might feel something for him, from misinterpreting it through his own selfish lens and the thought of it now made him sick.

“Idiot,” he muttered in disgust, before remembering she was only around the corner. His lips pressed together hard.

Just for that he deserved it all, having to watch her and Charlie be together when he…

When he what, exactly?

Tom laced his fingers around his mug, not caring that it was still far too hot and his skin prickled uncomfortably at the heat.

He didn’t care to answer that question.

Things were bad enough already.

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#ask #anon #2k event #seven devils #sevdevs #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle fic #tom riddle fanfic #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle imagines

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allisonlol · 2 years

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hello all~ i am so excited to announce that my 2k followers celebratory event is now open!!

first off, can i just say how appreciative i am for all the love and support on this blog?! never expected i would get this far (and so quickly too). i luv all of you sm, thank you for fueling my brainrot every day

EVENT RULES:

this is a matchup event, meaning you provide me with a brief description of yourself and i match you with a character from bsd!

i always struggle to describe myself so if you too need guidance with it, here are some things you can include:

mbti

height / hair color / aesthetic

music taste

hobbies / interests

for clarification and best match results, please include these:

personality description

sexuality (if comfortable sharing)

platonic or romantic matchup

include nsfw or not

event closes in 48 hours at midnight

keep in mind that i work and am a full time college student, i will respond to these when i have the time

event taglist: @xxsigmakinniexx @mrsdostoevsky @ashthemadwriter

#2k event #matchup event

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danses-with-dogmeat · 9 months

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J is for -- John Hancock

Well, here's a classic for y'all. I know Hancock is always in these things, but really, if he didn't deserve it, he wouldn't be here. He's a charismatic ghoul, what can I say? I fell for him the same as so many others probably including you 👀 So I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy he's here 😊

But no matter how you feel about the esteemed mayor of Goodneighbor, I hope you all like this one! 😁

And here is the 2k event masterlist, for your browsing pleasure!

Pair: John Hancock x M!Sole

Dialogue: “What are we doing?”

Word: Joining.

Rating: NSFW

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

“Jesus, Hancock…” Sole breathed into him, feeling like a boy just turned 18.

The way they were fumbling over each other in the VIP room of the Third Rail, like horndog teenagers under the bleachers at a football game, it had his blood pumping and his heart fluttering just the same way.

“Fuck, keep sayin’ my name, Sunshine…” The ghoul growled, in that smokey, gruff voice that had chills shooting up Sole's spine.

“Yes, John. I will, just, ah—” Sole gasped at the way John’s teeth scraped over the side of his throat, the sting of pain only adding to the bubbling pleasure coming from deep within his gut. Every muscle in his body tensed at the feel of Hancock rubbing up against him, those wiry hands grasping at his tight-as-sin (as Hancock put it) vault suit like the fabric was his last tether to reality.

Hell, after all they done tonight? Maybe it was.

Hancock was no stranger to chems, to say the absolute least, but all the substances the pair had abused together tonight were of a more… liquid nature. Whitchapel Charlie had cut them off a while ago, as if that would stop the Mayor of Good–times from drinking his fill of sickly sweet cocktails.

“Just don’t stop…” Sole finally managed the words just before his lips became occupied with something a bit more physical.

John’s lips were as addictive as the chems that so often passed between them. The subtle roughness of them, the flavor, sweet and smokey, the way they moved so skillfully, like an artist's paint brush over the blank canvas that Sole felt like in comparison.

“Kiddin’ me?” Hancock said between kisses, “Never dream of it, baby. Been thinkin’ of this too damn long. Been needing it.”

The sound of his zipper being pulled down registered before the feeling of his chest becoming exposed to the stagnant bar air, but Sole hardly missed a beat as he helped the ghoul shove the vault suit from his shoulders and pull his arms free from the sleeves.

Hancock’s midnight eyes flashed to the new territory Sole’s actions exposed, 'conquer' written plain and fierce in his expression as his lips dove to smother his partner’s chest with wet, open-mouthed kisses.

Sole could only groan.

Only groan, and use his free hands to begin the process of undressing his partner in return. Hastily, he moved to undo the buttons of Hancock’s shirt, grateful that the ghoul’s iconic hat and coat were already removed in the warm fervor prior to this.

Almost on instinct, it seemed, Hancock pulled away briefly to tug the shirt from his torso, and deftly returned his attentions to Sole’s chest, stilling the ex-vault-dweller where he sat with the way his lips moved over him.

He was like an animal, his hands caressing every inch of the firmness of Sole’s chest, smoothing down to his abdomen while his lips followed soon after, leaving a trail of love bites and hickeys all the way to his hip bones, where the suit had caught and refused to lower without Sole rising to aid the fabric downward.

The ghoul didn’t even need to say it, not with words, anyway. His eyes practically shouted the question from their dark depths.

‘May I?’

“Please, John…” Sole pleaded, and though his eyes likely said just as much, he figured voicing his desperation for the ghoul couldn’t hurt his case.

Hancock quirked a brow.

‘Please, what?’ the expression asked cheekily.

“Please, just… touch me, put your mouth on me more, just… fuck me, John.” Sole could feel himself warming at the crude request, and in such a public place too… Even the thought of it made his ears burn, his stomach flip.

Despite the nerves though, and despite that giddy, thrilling feeling rising in his chest, he could feel his body’s enthusiasm for the idea growing ever harder in the tightness of his briefs.

Apparently it affected Hancock just as much, if the groan he released was anything to go by.

“Baby, you’ll be screamin’ my name so loud, they’ll hear you clear across to Diamond City.” He promised with a growl.

Sole felt his cock awaken fully at that, giving an excited jerk.

The alcohol had given him the bravery to finally make his move with Hancock physically, but now, his mind couldn’t be more clear.

Sole wanted him.

Carnally.

“Those squares won’t know what hit ‘em, when they hear you…” Hancock’s voice trailed off. His hands stilled on Sole’s hips, and he found himself bucking forward desperately into the ghoul’s touch, begging for more.

“When, when I… Shit.”

Sole’s eyes cracked open in time to see the way Hancock shook his head, the way his brows creased above his downcast eyes, lost in thought.

“E-everything okay?”

“Nah…” Hancock whispered, “Nah, it’s, fuck… Sunshine, what are we doing? What am I doing?”

Hancock sat back on his heels in between Sole’s spread knees, his hands sliding down from his partner’s hips to the tops of his thighs.

“W-what do you mean?” Sole sat up as he asked him.

“Just… I been waiting ages to be with you like this. Been pining an’ shit, really falling for you, ya know?”

Sole could only blink, his eyes wide as drink coasters.

“Now to just… Jump into it, an’ after we been drinking an’ all. Jus’ doesn’t seem right to me, Sunshine. You mean more to me than that.”

“I… I do?” Sole’s mind began to sober up quickly at the sound of those words, that pleasant buzz replaced with wonder and… anxiety?

Anxiety that he doesn’t really mean this, and this is just the drink talking, or anxiety that he does and I’ve wasted so much damn time?

He hoped it was the latter. He’d feel like a fool, but at least it’d mean another fool was in love with him. A fool he was in love with in return…

And isn't that the best kind?

Dammit, still not sober enough to think in proper sentences, or logical thoughts.

“You ain’t been payin’ much attention, have ya Sunshine?” Hancock smiled genuinely, pulling Sole from his foggy head and back to this thrilling reality. It was a dangerous thing, too… as John looked awfully kissable just now.

But Sole had to fight that urge. Just for this moment, at least.

“Guess I was too busy thinking that I was being too obvious…”

Sole’s words were met with a quirked brow from their companion. He took that as a cue to continue on.

“When I didn’t know how you felt, before now, I mean, I… I didn’t think I had much of a chance with you, honestly.”

“Not a chance?” Hancock scoffed, “Sole, you’re… I mean, you’re like a prince charming, you know? You’re two good deeds shy of perfect. You got the face of one of those moving picture stars on the old posters, and you think you ain’t gotta chance with this ugly mug? You crazy?”

“Ugly mug?” Sole’s head shook in disbelief, “You’ve gotta be the one who’s kidding. I could hardly breathe the first time I saw you.”

“That’s cuz I stabbed the guy you were chattin' with.”

“No.” Sole refused to budge on this, despite the humorous quip, “Look, Hancock-- John, you mean more than anything to me. No one’s ever made me feel like this, made a fool of me the way you have from the start, if... what you say about your feelings for me are true.”

“It’s all true, Sunshine.” He whispered in that rough voice of his, and Sole felt goosebumps prickle up the still-bare skin of his torso. “I’m in deep, and this? What we were doin’ just now? Most thrilling moment of my fucking life, but… maybe we oughtta do this right, you know?”

“Oh, c’mon, Mr. Mayor.” Sole leaned forward, till his nose brushed over the hollow space where John’s used to be. “What do we know about what’s right?”

Hancock couldn’t resist his companion’s proximity, as he leaned forward to capture his grinning lips in a sweet kiss.

Sole could tell he was still holding himself back, but even so, Hancock's kiss stole his breath away like the first time he laid eyes on him.

“Now, me?” The ghoul rasped as he pulled away, leaving Sole to lean forward, hungry for more. “I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout what all’s right and proper. But you, baby, you do.”

The ghoul scooted forward at that, his hands sliding dangerously up Sole’s thighs to grasp at the ruffled fabric of his vault suit.

“So… Why don’t you tell me what you think's right about all this, and we’ll just go from there?”

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sxcret-garden-archive · 1 year

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✨ 2k Special Event - Comfort Drabbles ✨

I have recently reached 2k followers and in order thank you guys, I'm planning to do a little event! I've been wanting to do something like my comfort blurbs again for a while now, and I thought it would be very fitting for this occasion. Whether you've been a long time follower or if you only just discovered my blog recently, I want to say a huge thank you to all of you and I hope you will keep enjoying my works 💛

How to request:

Send me an ask including who you want me to write you a drabble with and a prompt from this list. You can also include a short description of the kind of situation/issue/feeling(s) you want to receive comfort for.

✧ you can request for any idol from the groups I write for; it's also possible to include two people from the same group, then I will make it a poly-relationship!AU ✧ please don't include more than two prompts ✧ if there's a specific situation you want me to write about, please remember that these are supposed to be short drabbles, so I won't be able to go into too much detail! Feel free to vent though if you need to, and I'll do my best to filter out what I can include in your drabble <3 ✧ if you don't want me to post your ask, put a * at the end^^ ✧ one request per person, please be fair about this!

I'm going to do my best to write as many requests as I can for this 💛

The deadline to send something in is February 13th (CET). I will start posting these as soon as possible, but please be patient with me as I have my last big exam at the beginning of March!

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levmada · 1 year

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“ hey, look at me. i’m listening. you can tell me anything. ” and 17 (holding the other’s chin) with levi!!

//gn!reader | .8k

On some random day about a week ago, Levi started avoiding you, and you don’t understand it. How he could go from snuggling for long minutes in bed before dragging you out to clean up; despite his rigid routine, obeying your pleas for ‘five more minutes’; letting you squeeze his hand in public—to this, now. He sits hunched over at his desk and tea protectively cradled under his chin, eyes narrowed because you insist on understanding why he’s dismissing you when this is the first chance you’ve gotten to see each other all day.

Levi is new to, or rather completely out of his element in relationships like you have, it’s true. But as the months have gone on, you’ve cleared many hurdles in this regard. He’s done this before, and that was the first and last time.

You haven’t pried an answer out of him yet. At this point, you’re taking stabs at the dark.

“Is it because I held your hand in the courtyard the other day?”

His cheeks blush hotter. “Don’t be stupid. You don’t—”

“Umm”—you huff—“I keep calling you Levi instead of your title during training?”

“No. I told you, it’s nothing.”

You deadpan. “If you could stop bullshitting me, that’d be nice. This is really…”

“Do you have cotton in your ears?”

“…stressing me out.”

The huff he makes sounds just as stressed as you feel. He plants his cup down on the saucer with a dull clink and avoids your imploring stare, seemingly having an internal battle with himself.

You scoot your chair right up to his, and touch his flaming cheek to guide his attention back in your direction. He lets you, though reluctant.

“What’s wrong?”

His eyes flicker away. “It’s nothing worth telling you.”

It feels like you’re getting somewhere. Maybe it isn’t a big deal like he says, but if he’s struggling this much, it’s clearly a big deal to him.

Your hand slips down, and holds his chin. “Hey, look at me. I’m listening. You can tell me anything. We’ll figure it out together.”

He holds steady, but timid eye contact. “Got you something.”

Your brows raise. Utter confusion replaces your prior anxiety. The anxiety that’s eaten at you all week. “You… got me something?”

“Mm.” He shakes off your touch, and places both your hands down flat on the fine wood desk. “It was supposed to be a surprise, but I couldn’t… decide on a good time.”

He must think that’s a stupid thing to say aloud, for his expression becomes stony again. “Look, I’m not good at gifts, do you get it? I told you it was nothing, but you’re so damn nosy…”

“It’s definitely something to you. And that’s enough.”

He grunts.

It fully hits you then that Levi got you a gift. Mostly, he’ll do your paperwork three weeks in advance and oil your ODM gear and iron your uniform, and on and on—but he’s never gotten you a gift before.

You can’t remember telling him, or even giving off the impression that you wanted something from anywhere. From everything you’ve seen and heard out of his behavior lately, he must’ve done it just because.

You don’t put it past Levi to be bad at gift-giving in general. You’re his first partner.

“You got me a gift… I’d love to see it,” you say in a small voice. “Is this a good time?”

“…As good a time as any.”

He scoots away from you, and a drawer can be heard opening before slowly, he raises it to you. At first, you think the small, silky pillow is the gift before you spot the intricate silver shaved, molded, and fashioned in the shape of your favorite flower, just big enough to fit in your palm. It’s the color of a brand new blade, bright silver.

“I had a blacksmith do it. It’s a flower,” he explains quickly. “So I was pretty sure you’d like it. Flowers as gifts are cheap since they always die, but this one won’t. Take it.”

Your eyes prick with tears as he delicately transfers it from his hands to yours. It shines under the candlelight. This was so thoughtful of him that you’re rendered speechless.

“Why… are you crying?” His brows furrow severely. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing. Because I love it,” you whimper, unable to control yourself. “I love it so much. This is incredible. Thank you, angel.”

He deflates in relief. Cheeks pink, he regains his composure, and even a little pride as he leans forward with a soft cloth. He picks up your chin to properly wipe away your tears. “I see. Then good.”

Cradling his gift, you upturn your chin. He leans in, and kisses you with all the affection he didn’t, or couldn’t, communicate through words.

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