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flowercrowngods · 6 months

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for prompt tag!

28. i'm just getting comfy (would love if this was established relationship/domestic fluff.. perhaps one of them is sick in this... idk)

but also take your time 🫡🫂

in which steve is sick but that won't stop soft boys hours

When Eddie hears the sound of fuzzy sock-clad feet dragging over the hardwood floor, accompanied by a sniffle or two, he drops the book he's reading onto his chest, exasperated by his restless boyfriend who refuses to stay in bed after Eddie tucked him in — again! Ready to give him A Look and tell him to get back to bed, because whatever it is he needs, Eddie can and will get it for him, Just go back to bed, Stevie.

But whatever words were on the tip of his tongue even just a second ago have disappeared at seeing Steve – the same way that they always used to when they've only been dating for a few months. Instead of giving him anything remotely like A Look, Eddie grins, and instead of exasperated, all he feels is immeasurably fond. Endeared. Fucking enamoured.

Because Steve, in all his pale, sniffly-nosed glory, is standing in the doorway to the living room, blinking against the sunlight streaming in through the windows, painting everything golden and bringing colour back to him, too. But it's not the way the light catches on his skin that makes Eddie fall in love all over again in what Robin would describe the most pathetic way possible, no.

The thing that makes Eddie want to propose on the spot, in sickness and in health, is the fact that Steve is wearing Eddie's woollen hat. The one Joyce knitted for him with thick, soft, dark brown wool a few Christmases ago, with two distinctive bat ears sticking up.

God, where did Steve even unbury that?

And what business does he have looking so absolutely fucking adorable wearing it? His glasses are askew, the hair sticking out from beneath the hat is tousled and greasy, and the bags under his eyes are stark against his sickly pale skin that makes his nose shine red.

Eddie is about to die with how much he loves him. It’s like a scream lodged in his throat that he cannot let out, an urge that grows evermore to let the whole world know, to not rest until the last person knew about his endless, endless, endless love for this angel of a man.

In sickness and in health. It is there, residing in the back of his head, and he almost says it out loud — but Stevie would kill him if Eddie proposed to him because of a stupid woollen hat with bat ears (Sorry, Robbie).

“Baby,” he breathes instead, miraculously keeping a hold of his heart in this wave of affection that overcame him so suddenly. “You good? Everything okay?”

“Mhmm,” Steve hums, though it’s more of a growl with how rough his voice is. He wipes at his face, almost nudging his glasses off his nose, and Eddie can’t keep in the chuckle that bubbles out of him.

He’s about to get up off the couch and wrap the angel with bat ears in his arms, just because he can, but then Steve is already approaching him, the blanket thrown around his shoulders dragging on the floor just as much as his feet. There is something so young about Steve when he’s sick, something so vulnerable and raw that makes Eddie want to latch onto him and never let go. Protect him from the evil germs and the headaches they bring. It’s dumb. Stupid, really.

Eddie doesn’t even try to fight it as he sits up and holds out his arms for Steve to fall into. He brushes kiss after kiss to his overheated skin as Steve cuddles into him, burying his face in Eddie’s neck and his hands underneath his shirt.

They hum in unison, finding a sound for serenity.

“That’s my hat,” Eddie says after a while, breathing in his sick angel and feeling him melt in his arms.

“Our hat,” Steve mumbles into his skin. "My turn to be Batman."

Eddie laughs, wrapping his arms tighter around him, giving in to the urge to hold, the urge to never let go. “You’re ridiculous, d’you know that?”

“I did know that,” Steve says, and he somehow manages so sound proud of that.

“Good, just making sure,” Eddie remarks, hiding his own grin in Steve’s cheek, nosing along his temple and the edge of the hat. After a moment of silence that they spend just holding onto each other, he murmurs, “You need anything?”

Steve shakes his head, winding his arms tighter around Eddie’s shoulders and leans into him; it takes him a moment to catch up with Steve, but eventually he lets himself fall backwards so they’re lying flat on the couch.

“What are you doing, hm?” he asks, reaching for the blanket that has pooled around Steve’s legs and pulls it up again, wrapping it around his shoulders properly again.

“I’m just getting comfy,” Steve rumbles, slowly and sluggishly wiggling and twisting on top of him until he stills with a satisfied hum that sounds a lot like a smile.

“Good?”

Another hum, affirmative this time, as Steve buries his cold fingers underneath Eddie’s body. “You’re warm.”

“And you have a fever.”

“Hmm. Still.”

It makes him grin again, makes him want to burst and scream and cry and laugh endlessly.

“Ridiculous,” he says again, no louder than a whisper, and Steve turns his head to press a kiss to the centre of Eddie’s chest. It’s as much of a No, you as Eddie’s going to get, and he cherishes it with everything he has.

“I like that,” Steve says, half asleep by the sound of it.

Eddie reaches for Steve's glasses and places them on the coffee table, and tucks the hat back over his ears. When no elaboration follows, asks, “You like what, angel?”

“That. Your voice. Feels nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

“Want me to read to you? I think you might like this book, actually.”

Another hum, another kiss — to his heart this time. “I like everything about you.”

“That’s what I wanna hear,” Eddie laughs, reaching for the battered copy of Momo that’s been one of his favourites since Wayne brought it home on a rainy night in ’85 and Eddie stayed up all night devouring it.

“At the edge of the city,” he starts reading the blurb, to give Steve an idea what this is about and let him decide if he wants to listen in or just feel the rumbling of Eddie’s voice in his chest, “in the ruins of an old amphitheatre, there lives a little homeless girl called Momo. Momo has a special talent which she uses to help all her friends who come to visit her. Then one day the sinister men in grey arrive and silently take over the city. Only Momo has the power to resist them, and with the help of Professor Hora and his strange tortoise, Cassiopeia, she travels beyond the boundaries of time to uncover their dark secrets.”

Steve doesn’t react, but Eddie can feel that he’s not quite asleep yet, so he opens the book and starts reading from the beginning that he almost knows by heart. Somewhere on page seven, Steve takes to playing with Eddie’s hair, carding slow fingers through the strands in the gentlest way that is almost enough to distract him. Switching the book from one hand to another as his arms get heavy from the position he’s holding the book, he always has one hand drawing idle patterns underneath the blanket, between Steve’s shoulder blades.

It’s a slow afternoon as the sun sets on them, painting them in golden hues of orange and rose. Once he’s sure Steve is asleep and the living room too dark to keep reading, Eddie puts down the book and sneaks his arms under the blanket, wrapping them loosely around Steve’s shoulders to follow him into dreamland.

hope this lives up to what you had in mind! 🫶

#steddie #steddie fic #sickfic #sick steve harrington #soft eddie munson #i feel like it's so rare for a prompt to vibe with me kjshd but this one was wonderful thank you nonnie! 🤍#does this even qualify as sick fic if all they are is smitten and ridiculous?#pls i need steve in a woollen hat with bat ears okay #dio words

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grimalkinscribbles · 6 days

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Hi hope your having a wonderful day! I absolutely love your art

If you have the time I humbly request a Mhin doodle of them eating sweets like a little chipmunk 🐿.

Thats all, Byeeeeeeeeee

🤲🥧

#extra cutesy just 4 u anon 🫵#and I AM having a wonderful day thank you #ngl I loved this prompt #oh to buy Mhin a small apple hand pie 😩😩#touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved fanart #my art #ask

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asocialenjoyeroffandoms · 3 months

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Dp x Dc crossover promt

What if GIW was created by Justice League

to answer the never ending calls for help?

I mean, it would be more believable then JL just ignoring it, right? (Black out, blocked off and isolated Amity park - no complaints, you’re doing great sweetie)

Maybe they’re different than what is seen in the show, but what if? They’d definitely hide their actual goals, and try to set the narrative, benefiting them. Maybe while they were formed, the government somehow affected the recruitment and its legal purpose (idk how to word it any other way, bear with me here), so GIW doesn’t turn out how JL expected?

Like, the main thing is the League knows about the problem and thinks it’s being handled, completely blinded by the GIW doing everything to JL from paying more than a glance towards Amity park. Possibly even gently swayed by the GIW , who’re being careful to give just enough info to make JL to draw their own conclusions, but not too much to alert the League of their less then moral goals and methods

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp prompt #I wonder what would spur JL into action though #is it the pariah dark incident when the town disappeared or #the stray calls they get that don’t reroute to GIW as they programmed them for the ghost issues for one or other reason #or what even made them create an organization aside from /too many calls/#I’d also imagine the GIW taking those calls and gathering info that way. imagine the horror #of trying to tell JL about the problem #probably spilling more info than you expected #and then hearing #Thank you for your cooperation with Ghost Investigation Ward #Your information is invaluable to bringing Justice to the world #or the GIW saying to some protesters on the street #in answer to the yells of /The JL would beat your ass for your crimes!/#And the GIW replying #Don’t worry. Justice League is already there #Right in front of you #wow that’s a lotta tags for me #anyway pls tell me if something’s wrong #or if I missed something #Justice League created GIW #feel free to add on if you something on your mind for that #I’m drained on my end

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ceruleancattail · 4 months

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*climbs up from the pits of flaming torturous despair*

HELLO GOOD FELLOW, MAY I HUMBLY REQUEST SOME YANDERE ROOK HUNT PLEASE??? PERHAPS “A HUNT” PER SE, THAT COULD BE AN INTERESTING CONCEPT!!! AU REVOIR!!!

*sinks back down*

Cruel

Yandere Rook x reader

Tw: yandere, suffocation, mentions of vomit and gore

You could feel the grime right under your nails.

Little pieces of dirt and soil jutting deep into the tender skin of your fingertips, staining them a dark, deep earthy brown. They ached, a dull sensation that gnawed away at your very soul.

The pain sank its fangs into your palm, all those little fragments cutting deep as you clawed at the ground. Digging your hands deep into the earth, forcing yourself forward inch by inch. Crawling across the ground like some pitiable insect, ready to be trampled underfoot by some unaware foot.

In hindsight, you would have been better off that way. If only you were insignificant enough to be crushed, unnoticeable to the masses. Feeble enough to be ignored by him.

Unfortunately, you’ve managed to catch the eye of a rather skilled hunter. For all you run, you’ll never truly escape him. Rook’s rather proud of his eyesight, after all.

It’ll be a shame if the word got out about his prey escaping his grasp.

The rustling of foliage. The unmistakable crunch of dried leaves, crushed underfoot. Spitting out a curse, you ceased all movement. Rook was more than capable of moving silently through the woods.

Him making noise was a taunt, directed towards you. A smug, accursed way of announcing that the hunt was over.

He won.

Gulping back the nausea lapping at the back of your throat, you froze on the spot. Forcing your limbs to go limp, flopping pathetically onto the ground. Fighting the urge to shiver, steeling your veins.

Desperately wishing for your heart to slow, that deafening pounding drowning out every coherent thought in your mind. All there were was grabbled instincts howling away, demanding to be heard.

“I’m scared.” “It hurts.” “Get me out of here.”

“Oh, ma beauté! Just how wonderful you look!”

At the sound of that ever so familiar chirp, all you thought of was:

“Run.”

It took all your willpower not to scramble onto your feet in a last-ditch attempt to flee the scene. Instead, your teeth sunk deep into the flesh of your lips, letting a sickeningly sweet metallic taste drip onto your tongue.

Stay. Still.

“You gave me quite the chase for that one! I was almost afraid I lost you for good, ma cherie.”

His voice was coated with concern, every single letter dripping into your ears with a hiss. Rook’s voice was acidic, corroding every crevice of your ears. For all the wonderful pet names he comes up with for you, that’s all they are.

Empty, meaningless names for a mere pet. A creature to care for, a creature to control.

Even without looking up, you could picture Rook’s patronising smirk with crystal clarity in your mind. The way it leans onto the side, twitching with amusement… it made you sick.

You could feel the leather of his gloves on your skin, trailing upwards the length of your body. Two fingers slipped right beside your throat, pressing gingerly against its side. Measuring your pulse.

Rook taps lightly against your neck, humming to himself softly.

“You’re still breathing, mon bien-aimé. Why do you not speak?”

A weight pressed against the nape of your neck, his fingers digging a little more firmly into the flesh of your throat, pressing onto it with just a little more force. Not enough to totally cut off your breathing, but enough to make your lungs burn, collapsing into themselves. Your breaths grow so much more frantic, so much more desperate as you pant, desperate for air.

Your fingers reach for his own, clawing at them like some feral beast. Yet even with all your strength, the most you could do was to blindly bat at his hands. Your vision blurred, your surroundings swarmed by black splotchy dots, determined to mare your vision.

Something warm flowed from your lips, the putrid smell flooding your nostrils. Your own spittle, mixing with the heavy, stiffening stench of freshly upturned dirt.

In the midst of all your suffering, you could vaguely hear Rook’s chuckle. Light and airy, as if you two were having a casual chat at some cafe instead of him strangling you.

“How does that feel, chérie? It hurts, doesn’t it?”

Rook doesn’t even bother waiting for you to answer, before he continues.

“That’s how I feel, when you ignore me like that. It hurts, so very much. Like a someone has driven a stake into my heart, and left the rust to fester.

Don’t you think that’s so cruel?”

Laughing to himself, Rook finally loosens his hold. Leaving you to collapse onto the ground, chest heaving heavily. Your lungs scramble, gathering up as much air as your windpipe would allow, to replace all the oxygen squeezed out by Rook’s own two cruel hands.

“Ah, you’re lucky you’ve enchanted me, darling. I do spoil you terribly much.”

Taking a knee, Rook lowers himself to your eye level. Raising his hand towards his lips, teeth gingerly biting down on the very edge of his glove. A pause, before he pulls it off in one fluid motion.

His bare hand reaches for your chin, tilting it upwards as gently as he could.

“Now, what do we say when someone’s nice to you?”

His nails dig into your flesh. A silent warning.

Speak.

Choking back a sob, you stutter:

“T… thank you. Thank you… Rook.”

Upon hearing you speak, Rook beams.

“There we go, Ma Cherie! See, was that so hard?”

You shake your head slowly, tears brimming at the corner of your eyes. If Rook notices, he doesn’t let on. He chatters away about how hard the chase was this time, and how lucky you were to have someone like him as a boyfriend. There are hardly any noble souls left in this world that appreciate a good hunt.

He clutches at your hands, forcing his fingers to intertwine with yours. Your dirt-covered hands, throbbing a raw red. Rook speaks, muttering in a feverish, almost frantic tone.

“You and I? We were made for each other.

So by all means, mon bien-aimé. Run. Run as far as you can.

I’ll always find you.”

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heynhay · 10 months

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*fnaf kids cheering noise*

#klance #vld #voltron #THANK YOU FOR ALL THE INCREDIBLE PROMPTS NICO HOLY FUCK. I THINK WE ARE THE SAME PERSON #BECAUSE I LOVED EACH AND EVERY ONE #thats why i didnt use your ask to post this bc i wanted to save the rest for later teehee #no wonder you're a writer your head is full of such smart thoughts #really appreciated the sfx too #art #my art #ask #the almost-kiss is one of my fav art tropes like. ever #on the other hand if any of my irls ever find this i'll have to throw myself off a bridge but thats like. a future problem.#this one actually looks decent instead of the rest of my scrawl bc i used a reference. FOR ONCE.

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pinterestmom5 · 15 days

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compiling a few asks because i want them in my inbox forever

Testing everyone’s HNK knowledge, who is the baby? (It’s Zircon!) Rutile is NOT the father everyone he just helps deliver he’s the doctor

On the moon they have food, phos suffers consequences

#asks #thank you for the wonderful prompts #houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #hnk fanart #doodles #art #anime #hnk phos #hnk kongo #hnk rutile #i love baby phos #Happy 100th post btw ily all

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spielzeugkaiser · 2 years

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If you're still looking for classical painting suggestions I've always liked self portrait with her daughter by Madame Le Brun (could totally see this being yen & ciri IF this was for witcher painting purposes which of course as mentioned it's not 👀)

This was a lot of fun! With the changed lighting I also changed the vibe quite a bit (I couldn't help myself. It's of uttermost importance that it's always clear that Yen will rip someone's throat out if they threaten her daughter). There is another version under the cut:

#I'm very curious which one you all prefer!#yennefer of vengerberg #ciri #cirilla fiona elen riannon #the witcher #the witcher netflix #cirilla of vengerberg #excuse me dear anon that was a wonderful prompt #10/10 well done #thank you very much! hope you like it :)

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elekinetic · 1 year

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for @artistaquinterob. hope you enjoy x

as always lmk what you think!

#the prompt was ''stargazing''#wonderful hehe #thank you wibble for organizing this 🙏#byler #mike wheeler #will byers #stranger things #st (e.v.)

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outeremissary · 3 months

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1B on that pose meme (or whatever it's called) has real comedy potential. Not like that person is actually hurt or dying but something melodramatic, you know? I'm picturing Regongar holding Octavia and he's shouting MY GIRL NEEDS A MANICURE STAT! in response to her "I broke a nail!" bark

I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR VISION

edit. realizing that I read the dialogue provided wrong. forgive me. I got too excited about it.

#god I love these problem bisexuals so fucking much #not entirely satisfied with this but I was dedicated enough to the idea to go through multiple iterations and at some point I had to rein i #GREAT ask thank you for giving me a reason to draw them and such a WONDERFUL prompt what a great thing to see #art meme #or whatever me tag is.#ask me emithing #octavia #regongar #pfkm #silversiren1101 #emi art

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copper-skulls · 7 months

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Grillstertember: cryptic

okay, listen: what is more cryptic than visiting a guy who forgot his name and who you forgot when you left and who you can't look at for too long lest you get a headache,

oh hey this is fanart for Castle of Oblivion by @jekkiefan . you should. read it. it is good.

(palette!)

#am I stretching the prompts ? MAAAYBYE?#did I really want to draw fanart for castle of oblivion? yes.#grillster #grillstertember #fanart #grillby #gaster #undertale #digital art #krita #inked traditionally #i went through like 5 different ideas how to draw gaster in here. turns out. 'shadowy figure that is hard to focus at' is a hard thing to.#draw. oops.#fic fanart #HI JEKKIE THANK YOU FOR ALL THE WONDERFUL FICS 💚#castle of oblivion

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omar-bb · 8 months

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A PRECIOUS BEAN

from this interview about YR season 2 and his debut album OMR <3

#tb #thank you to levok for your gif from this prompting me to find this interview #i still have soooo much omar content to catch up on #its wonderful #omar bb #omar rudberg

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sandbarbirdie · 1 year

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❛ please just hold me. ❜ with jake 🥺🥺

@sebsxphia thank you for submitting this !!! Ily

Jake is bad at admitting he isn't okay. He's bad at feeling vulnerable. The hard shelled egotistical pilot that he plays everyday has weaknesses that he doesn't like to admit to anyone. Especially to you. He doesn't want to worry you, even if you say you'll always be there for him. He doesn't want to scare you off with the nature of those weaknesses. Which led him to where he is now.

Sitting on the floor of your shared bedroom. Hidden with his back against the bed. Knees pulled to his chest as he tries to steady his breath. His knuckles are white as he holds tight fists against his shorts. He can't even remember what sent him into a spiral. what caused him to try and find 5 things he can see, 4 he can touch, 3 he can hear, 2 he can smell, and 1. that he can taste. He jumbles his numbers and can't let go of his shorts to feel the carpet.

He didn't hear you enter the room over the sound of blood pumping in his ears. He doesn't jolt when you kneel next to him. He only jumps when you gently try to pry his fingers from his formed fist. He looks at you with wide eyes, his eyes are not the bright green you adore but cloudy and dark, erratic in their movement. He can't make out what you are saying.

"Jake, Jake, come on baby. Breathe, you gotta breathe"

After what seems like hours, he finally can list things he can touch, hear, smell and taste, while picking at the carpet strands beneath him. He still wont look you in the eye. While this is not the first time you've seen him like this, he still wishes you never had to. You don't speak. You don't ask. He appreciates it, he thinks his voice would fail him if he had to answer you. Guilt corses through his body as he hears Bradley and Natasha laugh outside. The party outside forgotten about until this moment. He expects you to get up once he stops shaking but you don't. You stay next to him, Your back pressed against the same mattress.

He breaks the silence. A hoarse, broken voice speaks, very unlike the smooth talking southern accent.

"Please - Just hold me"

And you oblige. Your arms wrap around him as he all but collapses into you. His head resting against your chest, he curls further into you. His knees underneath yours. He clings to you like an anchor. Your hands find grounding points on his back and hip. His breath slowly steadies as he listens to yours, following your rise and fall.

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jamietarttsnorthernattitude · 1 month

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For the drabble thing - ”I’m trying really hard not to say I told you so.”

from this prompt game.

”I’m trying really hard not to say I told you so.”

“Doesn’t sound like you’re trying that hard, mate,” Jamie scoffed, temporarily removing the ice pack from his already swelling eye. “You just said it.”

Roy rolled his eyes. “You have to keep your hands up if you’re playing goalie.”

“I’m really sorry, Jamie,” Phoebe’s concerned face swam in front of Jamie’s good eye. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine, Phoebs,” Jamie said, pulling her into a tight hug with his unoccupied hand.

“Uncle Roy always takes me for hot chocolate when I feel sad. Uncle Roy, should we take Jamie?”

“Fine, but you’re paying.”

“That’s fair,” Phoebe nodded and took Jamie’s hand.

Hot chocolate helped with everything.

#jamie tartt #roy kent #phoebe o'sullivan #lighthearted whump #to balance out my earlier post #thank you thank you my wonderful friend :)#whump prompt game #whump prompt #ask box is always open

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what-the-fic-khr · 2 months

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Hello I hope this ask finds you well! Happy to see the tea prompts again bc they’re so so so cute 🫖🥹

I have a fewww ideas.. bc I just love everything about your writing and I’m curious about your take on rooibos tea w/ Squalo orrr earl grey w/ Hibari (I absolutely adore the way you characterize himshdnshdjdh)

If neither of those suit your fancy, matcha tea with any character that comes to mind for ya? I’m excited to see your posts floating around again and know I’ll continue to love anything you pen for us🫧🤍

waaaaah thank you so much for your kind words, I appreciate it so greatly!!! I chose to do both because I’m in the mood to, and I’m so thankful for the support! I hope these are to your liking!

character/s: superbi squalo, hibari kyoya, reader-insert (gender-neutral)

word count: —

warnings: huh. nothing for once

prompt: tea prompts (rooibos tea, earl grey tea)

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

Squalo’s either a huge fan of resting or hates it entirely. for the sake of this, it’s not resting per se, but… he likes to relax with you, very specifically. even if he’s working; being able to actually relax is rare, and nice. watch for if he removes his sword with you around; he likes to do maintenance on it with you around because it’s not stressful, not work, and with you. it’s a sign of comfort and vulnerability

You were complaining about something, rolling around on the floor beside him as you went on and on. He didn’t care much about all the movement; you maintained a good distance so you wouldn’t knock into him.

“Besides, it was stupid to begin with and if they’d listened to me in the first place it wouldn’t have happened at all!”

“Mhm.”

You glanced over at Squalo, stretching your arms out to rest your head on. He glanced up at your silence, and his shoulders slumped. This didn’t stop him from polishing his blade, the action repetitive, calming, like habit.

“What?”

He huffed when you smiled in that silly, dreamy way you did when you were enamoured with something. It still had to take some getting used to, seeing it directed at him.

“Nothin’. You look so nice and relaxed for once. Boss is gonna kick that out a window once you’re done.”

He grumbled something under his breath at this. It wouldn’t last very long, but still. He felt relaxed, for once. The soothing motions of sharpening and polishing his sword was a comfort to him. You rolling around on the floor like a kid was a comfort to him.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere for at least another half hour.” Your eyes started to light up at this, and he almost laughed at the way you started kicking your feet back and forth in the air. “You’re stuck with me until then.”

“Favourite thing to be stuck with.”

early grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

if he’s an adult, he’d be… a bit more normal lol. I think he’d be very careful while getting to know you, but he’d like to show you how strong and reliable he is. y’know, adult in the mafia kind of stuff. younger though, he’d be a lot more… of a loser about it. he’d want to make sure you can also look after yourself in the future with him! so he’d stick to you like glue at school, be suuuuper annoying and stuff. fight, probably.

“Can’t you go easy on me or something at least?!”

“Doing that won’t keep you alive in a real fight, will it?”

You made a loud noise of complaint, but you still got back onto your feet to return to your original position. Kyoya gripped his tonfa a little tighter, nodding to himself.

If you could not even get up and keep training, there would be no point in trying.

There was potential in you he knew was there, and he’d be damned if the one he’d grown attached to would get killed because you didn’t try to get stronger. It only made sense to him that the one who put you through this was him and no one else. No one else would take it seriously.

“Get ready, then.”

You whined, but steeled your shoulders. Your gaze on him sharpened, eyes narrowing, and he felt his lips twitch up into a smirk.

Exactly the spark he wanted to see.

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doodleodds · 2 years

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royalty & fairy tale au’s are meant to be mixed and u can’t change my mind

Late shuake week 2022 day 3 - Royalty AU

#shuakeweek2022 #akechi goro #kurusu akira #I JUST REALLY LOVE SLEEPING BEAUTY OK #or well. i love the idea of 'sleeping curses.' idk why! they've always fascinated me #i used to be obsessed with aurora and snow white for that reason #and so here i am! as always! projecting this interest of mine onto my favorite characters :)#also for reference because i just realized how weird it reads: goro's gonna be in the tallest tower when he's cursed #that's why akira's got a reason to climb it. so. yeah #also in case you were wondering why i said 'see you tomorrow with more art' and then proceeded not to post for.....four days:#1) work decided that i'm going to be doing more hours so i now have very little free time;#2) i decided to actually try my hand at coloring again like an IDIOT and now here we are. sigh. coloring is hard #i was trying to hard not to just overdose on comic dots again lol & it resulted in this nonsense. me and my one very textured stone wall #ANYWAY lmao even though i missed like. every single day of akeshu week so far i'm still gonna be doing the prompts #just at my own pace! so. hopefully expect more art. soon. ish. hopefully not with another uhhh 2 month gap like last year lol #also quick fun fact since you made it this far in my tags! that second page originally wasn't supposed to be there!#i drew sleeping goro just cause i could and i was just gonna stick him under a read more but then i got attached lmao #and now he's in the main post! :D yayyyyyy goro #ANYWAY that was super long. thanks for reading & i hope u have a lovely day!!!!

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themisterhip · 2 years

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"Reunion Goes Wrong (kinda <3)."

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