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luveline · 8 months

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first of all CONGRATS ON YOUR AMAZING MILESTONE!!! Wowwwwwww I’m so happy for u 🥺💘💘💘 you deserve all the love and praise in the world!

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 + 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞

plsss I beg 🥺 either for tasm!peter or miguel o’hara or even joel miller 😭😭😭 I’d think about idiots in love… both pinning for each other but too oblivious to the others feelings. everyone can see it but them. if you can make it super fluffy I’d dieeeeee. I’m obsessed with all 3 of them but tasm!peter will always have my heart <3

hope u have the loveliest of days sweet ! 💘💘💘

luveline's 40k party ☆ thank you so much baby!! have a good day too ♡ shy fat fem!reader

"I look weird," Peter says.

You bite your lip in surprise. Peter reaches for you like he might take your face into his hand, but you bow out of his touch. "No," you say, hissing at the sudden pain, "you look nice, you don't look weird."

"A haircut was a bad idea. Now you're injured," he says with a laugh.

You bring your hand away from your lip and find it unsullied. Peter wants to look anyhow, fighting you for a hand on your cheek. A couple of months ago you would've squirmed away from him, worried he'd feel the soft line of your jaw and drop his hand in disgust, but these days you let him do whatever he wants.

"Pout at me," he demands.

You, reluctant, poke your lip out. Peter has the gall to touch it with his thumb, seemingly unaware of the shiver it prompts. He smells like cherry gum today, a little wedge of it between his molars as he strokes your face and pushes you gently back into your chair. He's a sick individual, he doesn't even know what he's doing. Peter's joking and doting is done as your friend.

"What inspired the haircut?" you ask. He hasn't gone too short with it since his first year of college, but the cute little flicks under his ears have been chopped.

"Kept getting stuck in my hat."

"What hat?" you ask.

"My baseball cap."

"Since when do you wear a baseball cap?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Peter croons, to the outrage of the women sitting across from you. They shush simultaneously, two pit vipers.

You put your head down, sheepish. Peter rolls his desk chair closer to yours as he chuckles under his breath, to copy your notes no doubt, which is ridiculous. He's the smarter of the two of you. He speaks in mathematics like it's English, chemistry something innate.

You knock your pencil into his hand, "Do your own work."

"But you've already done it for me." Peter moves your hand aside, his naked arm rubbing up against yours, rigid cord against softer fat. "Thanks, beautiful."

You roll your eyes at him but let him copy your work. After a few minutes you swear you can feel eyes on you, glancing up to find the pit vipers talking behind a laptop screen. They look at you at the same time and then quickly look away, spelling out for you what it is that's so interesting. People do this all the time, puzzling at you and Pete like it's insanity. The majority of people aren't as judgemental, but you can guess exactly what it is that they're thinking. Why is he spending his time with her? Handsome, muscled Peter and meek, chubby you.

It's not the most important thing in your life, but it is a constant. Some people think fat is unlovable, and the rest love without qualm. Peter hasn't ever once been mean to you since he met you; your weight can't bother him. If anything, you'd think he quite likes the way you look. Peter's always calling you beautiful, pretty girl, telling you to get changed before you put other girls out.

It's a shame he doesn't like you as anything more than a friend.

"I think those girls are looking at us," Peter whispers, pulling you toward him by the shoulder. It's not unlike him to touch you suddenly. "Is the haircut that bad?"

"It looks nice, Pete!" you insist.

He wraps his arm around your shoulder, rubbing his cheek against yours quickly. You choke through a laugh. "Daww," he says, "you're just saying that."

He giggles as you push him away, "Get off me, you loon," you say.

"You're the loon, loon," he says back. His cheeks are pinking. His sweater must be hotter than it looks.

"Can you just accept it, Peter? Your hair looks nice, you look great, stop worrying about what people think." You look away as you say it, startled by your own brazenness.

He gasps at you. "Hypocrite! You're the worst hypocrite ever, you're always worrying about what people think, and it's stupid because you're so pretty." He shakes his from side to side, eyes dramatically downcast. "Breaks my heart. A babe in denial."

"Stop kidding around, we have too many assignments for this," you beg, tapping your pencil under the remaining questions you've yet to answer.

"A babe in denial and distress."

You give up. He's overwhelmingly affectionate, homework sucks, and you're ashamed to know that if you flop down in defeat, he'll hug your arm. He always does. Diving into your space, Peter breathes cool cherry at your cheek as he says, "You know I'm gonna explain them to you until you get them, sweetheart. Don't stress."

You put yourself in this position, but his closeness has your heart skipping. "I'm not stressed."

"You're too cute to stress."

"Pete…"

"Sorry, I'll stop, I'm stopping. Pass your notebook, I'll fix your equation."

You pass him your notebook without looking up. You need a few seconds to collect yourself. "Thank you, Peter."

He sounds dangerously fond, the kind of tone that feeds your delusion, as though he could like you as you like him, "You're welcome."

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engie-ivy · 3 months

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@wolfstarmicrofic 5th: Cupid💘

817 words

When Remus let James Potter set him up on a date with his best friend, Lily had hoped that at least he would find out dating really isn't that terrible, and finally start allowing Lily to set him up on dates as well.

Not Sorry

Lily stumbles a little as she walks over to Remus, because damn those bloody heels.

Remus turns towards her from where he's standing at the bar and arches an eyebrow. “Lils, you might want to go easy on the wine.”

Which is ridiculous. Lily has only had three glasses. And some champagne before that. And maybe a cocktail at some point.

“Don't change the topic!” Lily says, even though they hadn't actually been talking yet. She jabs her finger at Remus’ chest. “I'm still mad at you!”

“Oh, come on, Lils," Remus chuckles. “You're going to have to get over it at some point.”

“We had a deal, Lupin!”

“I know, Lily, but-”

“A deal! All I ever wanted was to get you this fun and exciting dating life,” Lily sighs wistfully. “So you could have handsome men take you out and boost your ego like you deserve, and we could share dating stories and laugh about weird guys together. But did you allow me to set you up on a date ever?”

“I did not,” Remus admits.

“You did not!” Lily exclaims, as if Remus didn't already just admit to that. “It was all ‘No, Lily, I'm just the sort of person who's better off by himself’, ‘No, Lily, I'm not looking for anything’, ‘No, Lily, I'm too independent and need my alone time’, and yadda yadda.” She rolls her eyes. “But then what happened? You allowed your new coworker to set you up on a date with his best friend!”

“It's just very hard to say no to James,” Remus defends himself.

Lily scoffs. Although, while she has only met James Potter a few times, if she's honest she can kind of imagine. When Potter is looking at you with those puppy eyes of his, giving you that hopeful smile, all bright and eager and- Lily shakes her head. She's getting off track. “But we came to a very clear agreement,” she continues, placing her hands on her hips. “If you would learn that going on a date is actually not such a dreadful experience as you seemed to think, you would finally start letting me set you up on dates as well. And was the date dreadful?”

“No, it wasn't,” Remus sighs.

“And did you let me set you up on any dates afterwards, as you promised?”

“No, I didn't,” Remus sighs.

“No, you didn't!” Lily mimics. “Not one date, nothing!” She lets out a dramatic sigh. “And I had so many ideas… That cute redhead from the coffeeshop, that fit bloke from my yoga class, the hot guy from accounting… It would've been so fun, so exciting, maybe we even could've gone on double dates at some point!”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Sirius appears at Remus’ side, sliding an arm around his waist. “But as much as I enjoy bonding with your family– our family–,” he corrects with a smile. “Your Aunt Joy has been telling me about her bad knee for half an hour now. The sooner you get that woman some wine, the better.”

“And you!” Lily says, turning her attention to Sirius. “You're to blame as well, you know!”

Sirius blinks at her. “Alright, Evans?”

Lily jabs her finger at Sirius’ chest now. “You just had to snatch him off the market right away, didn't you?”

Sirius blinks again, and then barks a laugh. “Well, can you blame me, Lils? I couldn't risk letting this one get away, now could I?” He presses a kiss to Remus’ cheek. “I had to lock it down as soon as possible.”

Lily purses her lips, because, well, no, maybe she actually can't blame him for that.

“I'll be right there, babe,” Remus says, squeezing Sirius’ hand.

Sirius nods and walks off to deal with Remus’ aunt.

Remus looks at Lily and shrugs. “What can I say, Lils? James just struck gold the first time. If you want me to apologize, I'm going to have to disappoint you.” He looks over at the other side of the room while touching the brand new golden ring around his finger, to where Sirius is chatting to his aunts. Sirius catches his gaze, and the forced smile on his face turns into a soft, genuine one. Remus smiles as well. “I'm really not sorry at all.”

Lily watches Remus and Sirius make their way through the room to chat with all their guests.

They do look awfully good together, she thinks sourly.

Then she turns on her heels, having decided to go look for James Potter and give him a piece of her mind. Stupid Potter, thinking he can play Cupid and set their best friends up for their happy-ever-after! Like, who does he think he is? Making Remus so bloody happy, making her bloody cry with that stupid best man speech of his, and looking so bloody handsome in his stupid suit!

Yes, she'll tell him alright.

#wolfstar microfic #matchmaker prongs #drunk lily evans #wolfstar wedding #smitten remus lupin #smitten sirius black #wolfstar #jily #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #lily evans #james potter

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ashesbreadandbutter · 3 months

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Alastor x Reader || Just A Taste

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Need to write more on this man 💘

Includes reader who's been crushing on Alastor finally gets a taste.

It's been bothering her for a while.

She knew how Alastor was, could even relate to him on his feelings towards romance and sex and such because living in hell could definitely teach others a thing or two or twelve… about all kinds of diseases one could hold.

She could understand not wanting to be touched by others or held or kissed and yet for some reason when they were alone together things seemed… interesting.

Alastor was interestingly quite touchy.

Granted, he always asked to touch her like the gentleman he was but she always allowed him. The first time it happened his smile had fell lightly. It wasn't hard to take Alastor seriously with how often he grinned but something about the softness in the look he gave her made her flush a little and bullshit! She would never blush at something so little, so silly! And yet she folded like a wet napkin, blushing a bit and looking away before chuckling as if to tell herself that her reaction was so dumb. Who was she to be… what, simping over him? Psh, of course not.

And yet.

She had.

“May I touch you Y/n?” He asked in that voice of his though it was much more gentle than how he was when he usually talked to others.

She blinks, almost surprised but she softly nods as she looks in his eyes and then quickly looks down like some schoolgirl. She hated it, and loved it at the same time…

He was the only one she wanted to touch her like this and her blush was bright enough to tell that. Had it been anyone else to ask her such a question she would have probably scoffed or acted as if they weren't even speaking to her because how dare they, but for Alastor… the great Radio Demon himself… she could make an exception. She nods.

“I don't see why not.” She replies to him and Alastor gives her a wide and toothy grin before carefully reaching a hand out. He moves it up and gently runs his thumb over the woman's bottom lip and of course she pauses for a moment as her brain takes a second to calculate it.

His hand was warm and his fingers were smooth and when he touched it a smear of her lipgloss ended up on him which he seems to take a moment to admire, pulling his hand back to pinch his fingers together.

Woah.

What the fuck?

Before it can be helped she blushes, brightly, like a lantern lit up in the dark.

Alastor always managed to be rather unpredictable but this one instance might have taken the cake. Sometimes he says the most diabolical things or does the most unhinged actions and yet this one moment had her heart racing like it never has before.

“W-What… the fuck?” She says out loud this time and if she thought she was crazy before then she was practically psychotic when he looked back at her and lifted one of his neat eyebrows with ease as if she was the mad one here. She could see the question brewing in his head…

What? You said I could touch you?

He replies to her with a silly little grin and it's clear that he's left her stunned. Alastor seems almost… proud at the fact before he hums, swiftly turns with grace before leaving her with whatever thoughts she might be storming up.

Angel dust was interestingly rather correct…

This was pretty fun.

Alastor wasn't even sure himself if it was the rush of teasing her or seeing the cute reactions she gave him but either way he did want to see more.

Alright have mercy guys. NO SPOILERS AT ALL 😭 I have seen Husker and Angel's song and I want to make a couple stories based off that but for real no spoilers or I will block your goofy ahh.

Alastor is so handsome fr smfh.

#i will write almost anythin #please commission me #writing commissions #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor

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sunflowersandforgetmenots · 1 month

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So glad to see you popping up on my dash!! I’ve got a req from the soulmates post!

#15 No harm done - soulmates are not able to hurt each other physically

This with Sevika? What if there’s a big fight and it’s down to the two of you and maybe you’re already pretty badly injured so she comes stalking over to finish the job and take you out but then she CANT 😫😭💕 OR!! Silco has you hostage and wants her to interrogate you? She’d wind up for a smack or something and just be stopped mid air. Either way, I’d love to see her face journey upon realizing who you are to her bc I imagine she’d be the type that’s convinced she’ll never find/doesn’t have a soulmate and now she has to accept that she is capable and deserving of love >:}

Also in the specific scenarios I can’t remember the number and I’m on mobile but the constant danger one would be so cute with Soma! Or really any of the ladies tbh they’re always into some shit lol I just always want more Soma in my life 💘

I'll write the Soma one later if I get the inspo in my brain for it! But here it is! Sevika for 15! It's a little angsty but also my first time writing for her!!!!

Summary: Telling Silco no is a bad idea, especially when he sends Sevika, his right hand, after you. Though... maybe it's not so bad if she can't actually hurt you?

Pairing: Sevika x Reader

Genre: Soulmate, Not Smut

Potential TW: Violence, some stalking, mentions of killing read

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The fear that struck your heart was not a new one, especially down here in Zaun. Fear was rampant in this place, no one was free from it. The lowest feared as prey, rabbits to be tracked and shot down by hunters. The highest weren’t exempt from it either, though the fear they felt was one born of greed. Of coins and power slipping through their fingers.

It wasn’t like you intended to get on Silco’s bad side. You weren’t someone of power to be feared by others, you weren’t even really a threat to him. But you told him no.

No, you wouldn’t serve his men. No, you wouldn’t distribute shimmer through Zaun. No, you wouldn’t back down. You liked Vander. You liked that he cared for his people without trying to beat others down. So what that he worked with Piltover? If it kept people safe, if it kept the upper side’s nose out of your business, so what. He was a father, a guardian. Silco was a monster.

And you had told his right hand that, right to her face. Her rather handsome face, once found in Vander’s men, now stinking up the door to your establishment. It twists up in anger, in rage.

“What?” She had said, a simple, low voiced threat that had part of you thrumming with a disgusting streak of desire.

“I said, no, Sevika. I’m not a pusher of some fucked up drug. I’m a fucking florist struggling to get through life down here. I can’t risk that.”

“Silco doesn’t take no for an answer, (Y/N).” She said. “Just because you’re ‘not the type’ doesn’t make you exempt from his requests.”

“He’s not a king. He’s not my boss.” You had responded, slamming the door shut in her face. She stayed there for a few moments, and you had feared for a few long moments that she was going to take that mechanical arm and punch through the door, taking your throat with it.

Instead, she quietly left, taking her men laughing with her.

You had thought that that was that. Silco and his men left you alone for a time, and instead, your flowers flourished. It was frustrating. There was an improvement with the shimmer, a double edged sword that you were sure would come crashing down on Zaun any moment.

Then, Sevika started appearing standing on the other side of the street of your shop. Staring, waiting. Never making a move, never moving closer. It scared you, enough to make you change your routine, but like clockwork, she would adjust within a day. A predator, waiting for her chance to clamp her teeth around the throat of her prey.

So you decided to run. Pack your things and run. You could beg on the streets of Piltover. Hell, maybe you could even leave. Crossing Silco was one thing, but Sevika being the one to take you out? She was going to make it hurt. She was going to make sure that you weren’t found ever again. And you can’t risk it.

Which is how you found yourself in this situation, sitting in some abandoned closet in some abandoned home, clutching a knife close to your chest as you hear Sevika rip through your belongings.

You weren’t going to make it out of this alive, that knowledge settling deep in your bones. But you can give it a fighting chance, maybe she might make it quick, knowing you weren’t going to be a coward and die weakly. That’s the one thing you can do in Zaun: die strong.

Even so, a part of you mourned. You never figured out who they were, your soulmate, the one you were destined to love, waiting these long years in the darkness of Piltover. Waited for so long, only to be snuffed out by a mere puppet of a monsterous man who ruled your home. Your fingers tighten around the hilt of the knife as your killer approaches the closet.

“Come out, (Y/N).” She says, voice low in that threatening way that made your stomach turn. “You know that you can’t fight me. Not with whatever little weapon you have. Silco just wants to talk.”

“We both know that the talk is going to end up with me dead.” You say. You wish that you could respond with the confidence you had when you got yourself into this mess, all pride and strength. Instead, you just put your foot on the door, offering resistance for whenever she decided to rip it off the hinges.

“Maybe if you stopped trying both of our patiences,” Sevika growls, punching the door for a threatening emphasis. “you wouldn’t be worried about that. You can either die now, or die if he gives the order.”

“I’m not gonna wait for that, and you know it.”

She sighs, a deep, tired sigh. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

And the door comes right off its hinges, though your booted foot did nothing to give you time. The wood slings across to the other side of the room, and you start slashing wildly, missing each time before she knocks the dinky knife out of your hand with one flick. A scream escapes your lips, hoping beyond hope someone would take pity on your in your last moments, even if that someone was Sevika. You’re lifted up by your shirt collar and dragged out of the closet, kicking and sobbing for someone to save you.

Your feet dangle, and without thinking, you wrap your hands around her organic wrist for some kind of subconsious reassurance. The feeling of her skin against your fingers shocks you. She’s human, just like you. but she’s fixing to kill you. She’s killed before. She’s watched the life drain out of so many people and you were no exception.

Your touch does nothing to her, seemingly. No flinch, no hesitation. Instead, she pulls back her mechanical fist and pulls it back. You close your eyes, tears dripping down your cheeks as you brace for the end.

But the end doesn’t come. And it doesn’t come for a few minutes actually. So you crack open an eye, looking at her with relief. She must have changed her mind. The look on Sevika’s face however, was one of horror. Her fist was still raised, and you see the muscle of her shoulder straining. Then, you’re gently lowered to the ground, her hand still loosely curled into the fabric of your shirt.

“Ch… Change of mind?” You ask, still terrified out of your wits end.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what? Kill me?”

“Hurt you.” She says. The words seem to slip out of her mouth, like she wanted to stop them before they were spoken. “I can’t hurt you, (Y/N).”

It takes a moment. At first, you think she’s simply taking pity on you, or maybe she respects you too much after your attempts to prevent your own death. Then it sinks in. Sevika tried to hurt you, but physically, she couldn’t. Which meant…

“I’m your soulmate. We’re… We’re soulmates.”

Speaking it out loud only seems to upset her further. She shifts, turning her face away and letting her right hand drop from your person. Though she doesn’t move, she doesn’t speak. She just looks… uncomfortable.

As you stand there, basking in the strange feeling that your soulmate just tried to kill you, that your soulmate was Sevika, you come to realize something about Sevika. You thought her a killer, someone ready to switch sides at any given moment but… now, as she stands there awkward as a teenager, you remember that she might have had expectations about this too. Hopes about soulmates, dreams about them. Was she disappointed? Was she ashamed?

“What are you going to do?” Is all you’re able to ask, all you can manage to get out.

She regards you out of the corner of her eye before she runs a hand over her face. “... Let you go. But you need to get out of Zaun. Never come back here.” She says.

“What? But you’re my… you want me to leave after we just found out???”

“Obviously!” She snaps. “Silco wants you dead, I can’t afford to fail, but…” She moves as though she’s going to pace, but then stops, like she can’t bring herself to move from you. There’s a pause before she rests a hand on your shoulder. “I never thought I would have one… would have you. You’re a weakness, that insecurity was a weakness. That desire was. It still is. So you’re going to leave Zaun, hell, maybe the whole city. I can’t have you haunting my steps.”

“So I’m a bother to you??” You ask, incredulous at the fact that she’s trying to get you to leave. Angry at the fact that you finally have what you’ve always wanted and now she’s pushing you away despite the fact that maybe now she can protect you.

“You’re a weakness. And a pain in my ass.” Sevika says. “I’m not… I’m not doing this. Just leave.”

And before you can say anything, she pulls you into a kiss, hard, fast, and passionate. Better than any you’ve had before. And you mourn this bittersweet moment, because you know deep down that she’s right.

Her loyalty is to Zaun, and if anything comes before that…

She’d have helped kill Vander for nothing, because she would do the same things he did to make sure you were safe.

#sevika x reader #sevika #my writing #arcane x reader #soulmate trope

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dmitriene · 7 months

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Heyyy, I've been reading your fanfics for a while and I just LOVE your writing, I swear. ITS JUST TOO GOOOOD----🙏🙏💘

If you want to request this request I was thinking of something like surprising our poor Leon 😭Something like surprise kisses, practically at any time (practically out of nowhere, you know?) something like that for us would be common (not that it wasn't for him, but you know he was practically deprived of it 😭) or just calling him an angel😢 I think that would be a bit soft/fluff but the poor thing is just not used to it so he values every moment when we steal a kiss from him ;) (If it doesn't bother you, you can be a female reader, but if you want, do what you can to be better) 😔😭😢💗💗

(sorry if English is bad, it's not my mother tongue😢)

꒰ hiii!!! 🫶🏻 thank you so much hun!! i noticed you and your reblog on one of my fics too, sorry that i didn't answered on it, hope you'll like how i did your cute request, thank you sm for this and don't be sorry, we're in the same boat!🤍 ࿐ ꒱

title — affection content — leon kennedy x fem reader tags — fluff, comfort, domestic established relationship, sweet kisses and hugs, basically leon being drown in your attention.

please enjoy your reading!

The dimly lit living room was bathed in a warm, cozy glow as Leon settled comfortably on the couch, his rough face softened by the gentle glow of the television screen.

It had been a long week, filled with the usual chaos of dealing with biohazard outbreaks, and all he wanted now was a moment of respite.

You, his always surprising girlfriend, had other plans.

You tiptoed into the room, smiling mischievously, and then pounced on him with the grace of a secretive predator, Leon let out a surprised «Oof!» as you landed in his lap, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

— «Hello there, handsome» you purred, your fingers slipping into his golden locks, ruffling his hair gently.

Leon blinked, his heart pounding, he wasn't quite used to such displays of affection, he was no stranger to intimacy, but your unflappable enthusiasm still caught him off guard every time.

You leaned over, touched his ear with your lips and whispered — «You know, in this light you look like an angel, Leon, a guardian angel»

He froze, the words washed over him in a gentle wave, no one had ever said anything so tender to him before, and it made his chest clench, the soft glow of the room seemed to highlight his blond hair, creating a halo effect that only you seemed to notice.

Your lips moved from his ear to his cheek, planting a sweet kiss there — «I mean it, you're my guardian angel»

Leon's lips curled into a shy smile and he turned his head slightly, trying to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks — «You are something else, darling» he muttered in a hoarse voice.

Your fingers continued to comb his hair, soothing and gentle — «That's what you love about me, isn't it?»

He chuckled, and this deep, warm sound echoed in your chest — «Yeah, it is»

As you continued to cuddle with him, Leon felt a wave of warmth spreading through him, a feeling he rarely experienced before you came into his life, he was used to dealing with danger, but with you it was different, you were his refuge, his haven.

Days passed and your affectionate gestures continued unabated, be it a gentle kiss when he least expected it or a tight hug that made his heart skip a beat, you made sure he knew how much he was appreciated.

One evening, as Leon stood in front of the bathroom mirror and splashed cold water on his face, you snuck up behind him and he glanced at his reflection, his hair wet and disheveled, making him look even more messy.

— «Leon» you whispered and he turned to face you, his gaze meeting yours in the mirror.

— «Yeah?» he replied, watching as you closed the distance between you.

You reached out and ran your fingers through his hair, a smile playing on your lips — «You're my favorite mess, you know that?»

Leon couldn't contain his laughter, chuckling and muttering — «I aim to please»

Your lips met his neck, leaving light kisses along his jawline — «You do more than that, you make me happy, Leon»

The sincerity of your voice melted his heart, he turned to face you, his hands finding their way to your waist — «You make me happy too» he admitted, looking at you with his blue eyes.

A gentle blush spread across your cheeks as Leon leaned down and captured your lips in a soft, lingering kiss, it was a confirmation of the affection he felt for you but couldn’t always express in words.

As the kiss deepened, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, his fingers tangling in your hair as you sighed contentedly into the kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as you held each other, lost in the warmth of the moment, Leon learning to appreciate the tenderness you brought into his life and cherishing every kiss, every hug and every whispered sweet word.

The weeks turned into months as your relationship continued to progress, one lazy evening you found yourself on the couch, Leon's arms wrapped securely around you as you sat on his lap facing him.

Your fingers lazily drew patterns on his chest and his chin rested on your shoulder, inhaling your sweet scent.

Leon's voice was barely above a whisper when he finally found the courage to speak — «You know, i… i never really had all this before, the hugs, the kisses, the compliments»

You turned your head and looked at him, a mixture of curiosity and concern in your eyes — «What do you mean, Leon?»

He hesitated for a moment, a faint blush filling his cheeks — «I mean, i've been in relationships before, but it's never been like this.. you… you surprise me every day with your affection, and i… i remember every kiss, every hug»

Your heart filled with love as you looked into his eyes — «Leon, i want you to feel loved, to know how special you are to me»

He turned his head, his lips touched your shoulder and he snuggled closer — «You make me feel more than special, you make me feel… cherished»

A warm smile touched your lips and you couldn't help but pepper him with soft kisses all over his face, his cheeks turning red and he shyly turned away, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

In that quiet moment, you realized that you had brought something beautiful into Leon’s life — love filled with tenderness.

It was a love he cherished the same way he cherished you, and as you continued to hold each other closer, the love between you deepened, growing stronger with every stolen kiss and every heartfelt hug.

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januever · 8 months

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hey loves !! this is inspired by a tiktok i saw a while ago and i thought that it was so cute !! i had to write it with carlos, obviously ... happy bday carlos !! 💘 ﹙ also, yes.. i changed my user … ﹚

💌 — januever presents :

THE RESTAURANT'S DATING SERVICE. ﹙ carlos sainz x fem!reader ﹚

LOOKING FOR IT :

it was currently a friday night, and there you were, having dinner at a nice italian restaurant all alone. not because you wanted to, but because fate wanted you to.

after waiting for your friend for a solid thirty minutes, she texted you canceling your plans, claiming that something important had come up and she couldn’t meet you for your nightly hangout.

at this point you were too embarrassed to leave the restaurant, so you called the waiter over to your table, determined to order something and have a nice dinner by yourself.

« good evening, miss. would you like to order yet? i was hoping that someone else was coming to join you. » the waiter greets you with a warm smile and you can’t help but do the same. he has a nice thick italian accent to his voice, which makes you giggle to yourself.

« yes, please. i’m afraid i will be all alone tonight. » you answer, quite embarrassed. couples sharing a romantic dinner was a copy-paste sight around the establishment so you couldn’t help but feel like an outcast as you looked around, all by yourself.

« oh, that’s a shame. such a pretty young lady like you surely has a partner, no? » the man says with a wide grin and you can’t help but giggle at him.

« not for now. i’m one-hundred percent single, really. » you say between giggles, shaking your hands in front of the waiter. something seems to pop up in his mind as he watched you with a mischievous but goofy smirk.

« i’m sure your luck is about to change tonight. » and with that he walks away, leaving you with a confused frown.

IT’S A MATCH !

as you leave the restaurant after a nice meal, you hear a familiar italian accented voice shouting behind you.

« miss, wait! » you look back, seeing the nice waiter running after you as he held someone’s arm, who you couldn't recongnize. you finally stop in your tracks, waiting for them to catch up to you. did i forget something at the restaurant? you thought to yourself as you looked through your bag. when you finally look up, they are both staring at you, panting hard from all the running.

« i found him! i found your boyfriend. » the man says with a big smile between breaths, as he pushes the stranger in your direction, making him almost trip. you can’t help but blush slightly at his sudden words and you notice that the stranger is doing the same.

« i’m sorry, i don’t think- i don't think i’m quite following... he's not my boyfriend. » you say with a nervous giggle, as embarassment washes over you. you notice how the stranger has his gaze fixed on you, which makes you want to bury yourself in a hole far far away from there.

« oh, don’t worry! it's quite simple. you told me you were single, with no one in interest. the same thing happened with my friend here. it's the perfect opportunity for you! you were both having dinner alone... do this old man a favor and enjoy some time together! i'm sure that you will like eachother's company. and you have to admit that he is a very handsome young man! » you look at the waiter in total disbelief, feeling your cheeks burn at his comment. for the first time tonight, you advert you gaze to the strange man beside him.

you part your lips in absolute awe, staring at the man in front of you. you noticed how soft his dark brown hair was and how his hazel eyes were staring at you attentively. realizing for how long you had been staring, you quickly shake your head in order to leave your trance and the waiter takes it as his sign to leave.

« i'll leave you both to it, then! good evening. » he says with a nice smile and you watch as the italian man finally disappears into the restaurant.

now that you are both finally alone, you feel your cheeks burning as you look at your feet, too embarassed to say anything. why is this happening to me?

« i'm so sorry about this. he just kind of dragged me outside, i didn’t have a choice. » the stranger says, finally breaking the silence that fell between you two. he laughs softly at the thought of it and you can't help but do the same. such a pretty laugh, you think. the spanish accent in his voice makes your heart feel warm.

« it's okay. it's probably my fault, i'm sorry. » you quickly answer, looking at him apologetically. « i ended up telling him that i was single, but in my defense, i didn't know that he would do something like this. » you shake your head in disbelief as you both giggle to yourselves.

« i'm carlos, by the way. it's nice to meet you. » he says while extending his hand in front of you.

« i'm Y/N! it's nice to meet you too, carlos. » you say with a warm smile, while shaking his hand. a small gasp leaves your lips as he pulls your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. your cheeks blush instinctively, and you look away as embaressment washes over your face.

he laughs softly before releasing your hand.

« well, since we're here, we might as well do what he suggested, no? enjoy some time together. » you don't know if it was the way he said it so confidently but you nodded almost automatically, grabbing his hand.

« let's do it! »

« so... what brings you to have dinner all by yourself? » you asked as both of you walked silently side by side, turning your gaze from the beautiful view to his beautiful face.

« it's actually my birthday today, so yeah. » he said in a low smiley voice and you can't help but copy his expression.

« oh, happy birthday carlos! » you say excitedly, which makes him laugh softly at your antics and thank you quietly. « but still... wouldn't you rather celebrate it with your friends than all alone? »

« we celebrated earlier today, so it's okay. i wanted some time for myself, away from everyone. » you nod in understanding, looking back at the view. you can feel his gaze burning holes into your head and you turn back to him.

« what? » you ask between giggles, staring at him with a curious frown.

« why were you having dinner all by yourself? » he asks with a curious expression, probably questioning in his head why is such a pretty girl like you having dinner all by herself?

« oh, i actually had plans with my friend but she cancelled on me at the last minute. it was nice having some time for myself, though. » you shrug and he can feel himself melt when you smile his way.

you end up talking and walking until midnight, the moonlight falling perfectly on top of the both of you, gracing your features with delicacy.

throughout the night you could see and sense carlos' quick glances when you weren't looking at him, the way his accent was a lot thicker when he talked about home or something that he loved and how he relaxed under your touch when you squeezed his hand in support after a difficult topic.

throughout the night carlos' could see and sense the way your eyes shined when you found pretty flowers blooming on the side walk, the way you always tried you best to only step on the white lines of the crosswalk and how you loved when you saw cute babies looking at you.

as the night was no longer a child, you called it a day and, with an heavy heart, decided to go back to your place. carlos, being the gentleman that he is, offered to take you home.

you quickly grabbed his arm, mumbling a quick thank you with your heart jumping up and down. you gave him a warm smile as carlos looked at you with the stars in his eyes, while guiding you along the street.

as you walked by the italian restaurant once again, so deep into each others presence, you didn’t even notice the sweet waiter looking at you through the glass main entrance door.

« ah, il giovane amore. » ﹙ ah, the young love. ﹚

hello my loves !! it’s nana again :)

i've officially moved accounts to @nextblur so please checkout my future works there :)

love u all

-- nana

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rosepascal · 3 months

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💌 hello there rosette

it is i, sel, with a valentines day request for you!!!

would you perhaps be willing to write a little oblivious friends to lovers drabble for frankie morales please?? (as in they're in love but both of them think the other doesn't feel the same way)

also this is an extremely cute event idea and i am so excited to see what writing you bless us with!!!

ilysm rosie!!!!

💌💘💐🍓🍭🧁🌈🎀🧸🩰🫧💖💌

SEL!!! tyty for sending one in bestie <333 Ugh u know I love my frankie

thank you @ayoungpascallover for helping with the Spanish dialogue.

Send a Valentine <3

Frankie might be the worst wingman ever. Well to be fair he isn't really trying to set you up with anyone but still. He only has himself to blame for being stuck at some fancy ass bar that he doesn't belong in watching the girl of his dreams flirt with other guys.

He can feel the jealously burning in him but he really only has his time to blame. He's been harboring a crush on you for so long time and he's too much of a coward to say anything.

So instead when you mentioned how sad your love life has been lately he offered to be your wing man. Great move.

This bar sucked. The lighting is basically nonexistent so your eyes hurt trying to see anything. The drinks are overpriced and it feels like all the guys are just trying to get into your pants. You glance over towards Frankie who was standing across the bar. You sigh as you take another sip of your drink, wishing you were home instead.

Preferably in Frankie's arms. Even in the low light he looked so handsome. That raggedy baseball cap of his is gone letting his soft curls be free. What were you thinking? No one can take your mind off Frankie.

Ever since you met the guy you harbored a small crush on him. I mean how could you not? He's handsome, sweet, strong and a wonderful dad. Who doesn't love a single dad? But he's shown zero interest in you and he even offered to help set you up with other guys. Finishing off your drink you decide its time to go.

"Ready?" You ask Frankie as you lean your head against his shoulder.

"Absolutely." He wraps an arm around you and the two of you leave, deciding to drive to the nearest shitty fast food place and get a burger.

"That place was such a ripoff." You groan as you lean back in the booth. Frankie nods as he eats his fries.

"It's hopeless, I'm gonna be single forever." You throw a fry onto the tray and frown.

"No digas eso, preciosa"

"Come on Frank, you know it's true. When was the last time any guy showed an ounce of interest in me?" Frankie hesitates.

He knows the answer. Two minutes ago when he fell in love with your laugh again. Or yesterday when you fell asleep on his shoulder after movie night. To think that you can sit there and not realize how beautiful you are. It doesn't make any sense to him.

"Are you kidding me? Look at you. You're kind, funny, smart." He takes a deep breath and braces himself for whatever this conversation is going to bring.

"Todo sobre ti es perfecto." Your eyes fall to the table. Those are the words you've always dreamed of hearing from him.

"Don't say that unless you're trying to get me to fall in love with you." You say semi jokingly.

When he doesn't laugh you look back up. The tension is thick between the two of you.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" Is this real? Is he really saying what you think he is?

"No, it wouldn't." You say softly.

"I love you, and I should have said something a long time ago but I'm saying it now." Frankie watches your face as it remains unchanging. Every passing second is a stab to his heart. This was a mistake, he knew it.

"Frankie, I've been wanting to hear that for so long. I love you too." He lets out a laugh of relief and you smile. Soon the two of you are laughing together. In happiness and realizing how clueless you both have been.

"Let's get out of here." You say eagerly.

Dumping your trash you hurry back to privacy of his car. As you get in his cups your face and kisses you feverishly. Your hand snakes to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his soft curls.

"Want to come back to my place?" You ask breathlessly as you rest your forehead against his. Without a word he smirks and starts his car.

You feel so silly thinking of how long you've both been pining after each other and all the time you could have had. But you can't focus on that now, not when you have so much to look forward to with Frankie by your side.

#frankie morales x reader #frankie catfish morales x reader #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #send a valentine

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tomhardymyking · 2 months

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I CAN'T BREATHE 💓🤩💘🔥😍💖

AMAZING NEW 𝗧𝗢𝗠 CONTENT ❗ From yesterday in the UFC Apex watching 𝑼𝑭𝑪 𝑽𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒔 87 💥

But how can he be so handsome, so cute, so lovely!? Please... And the size of his arms!? He wants me to pass out or something 🥴 How strong he is 🥵

I thought he was already in England due to the story that 𝗝𝗮𝗸𝗲 uploaded last Thursday, although it seems that definitely he has finished filming 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎 3 because I see that he got a haircut but he hasn't said anything and has stayed in Las Vegas... It's a little strange, but well 👀

I can't stop looking at this, it's wonderful, it leaves me speechless 🥰❤️‍🔥

(Why is he wearing a wristband of an alcoholic drink brand? 🤔)

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NO PUEDO RESPIRAR 💓🤩💘🔥😍💖

NUEVO E INCREÍBLE CONTENIDO DE 𝗧𝗢𝗠 ❗ De ayer en el UFC Apex viendo el 𝑼𝑭𝑪 𝑽𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒔 87 💥

¿¡Pero cómo puede ser tan guapo, tan bonito, tan precioso!? Por favor... ¿¡Y el tamaño de sus brazos!? Quiere que me desmaye o algo 🥴 Qué fuerte está 🥵

Pensaba que estaba ya en Inglaterra por la historia que subió 𝗝𝗮𝗸𝗲 el pasado jueves, aunque, parece ser que definitivamente ha acabado el rodaje de 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎 3 porque veo que se ha cortado el pelo pero no ha dicho nada y ha seguido en Las Vegas... Es un poco extraño, pero bueno 👀

No puedo parar de mirar esto, es maravilloso, me deja sin palabras 🥰❤️‍🔥

(¿Por qué lleva una pulsera de una marca de bebida alcohólica? 🤔)

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butter-egg-toast · 2 months

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Handsome

Anon ask: Free men reacted to getting called handsome by you (female s/o) or you giving or them a compliment. Thanks

🧈 butter note: Hey 👋 all, I'm back. (A little) My health is doing a little bit better for the new year. So I decided to write ✍️ ☺️. So enjoy

💝💘 Happy Valentines Day💝💘

-----"Ahh, you're so handsome♡♡♡♡"-Y/n----

💕Taken a back by your comment. These guys come off really awkward, but inside, they are super giddy. He's definitely the type that doesn't know how to react to it. Sometimes, they have a hard time taking the Compliment

Haru: "Uhm....thanks.. umm.." He pulls you in an awkward, yet loving hug. "You're cute too," he whispers in your neck. "H-haru that tickles!!"

Sousuke:" Uh, thanks....you too." he sits there in a moment of silence going back to his reading. "Umm. Y/n... .do you want to go out to dinner? It will be my treat, " He spoke in his usual uneventful voice. "Uh... sure. that's random, but okay.!"

Hiyori: "Uh. Do you think so? I wouldn't think as far as handsome, but thank you." he gives you a half smile. "Ahh. Don't be humble!" You crossed your arms. "Sorry. I'm used to people complimenting other qualities that I have, thank you y/n" he kisses your cheek.

💕These guys would definitely become super flirty with you. The type that's used to Compliments and know how to handle them.

Kisumi : "I'm well aware of that." he comes put his arm around you. "But hearing it come from you makes me excited." "Um.. okay? What do you mean exactly?" You look up to him. "Ah y/n, you're making this too easy." he places his hand around your chin, lifting it towards him and kisses you.

Natsuya: "Well, thank you. I hear compliments from everyone. But hearing it come from you gets me going. "Eh?! What do you mean? Your face scrunched up. "Don't you worry about those details." he winks at you, throwing his arm around your shoulder

💕Super shy and nervous after hearing you say it, most likely would continue to remember it after a week.

Makoto: "Ahhh.... thank you *blush* that caught me off guard..." He turns around, covering his face with his hands. "Aww, you're so adorable Makoto♡♡ " You teased him further by poking his back. "Y/n! I'm not!!"

Rei: " Well, thank you, I have tried a new skin routine in the mornings," he pushes his glasses in confidence. "And I love that you notice my beauty," his glasses fog up. "Ptff!! You burst out laughing. "You're too cute, Rei."

Ikuya: "Geez, don't say that out loud. ".. he gets super embarrassed covering his flushed face. "I like hearing your thoughts about me. It makes me feel fluffy inside." Yet again, ikuya gets embarrassed but at his own words. "Ha... yeah, I'll share more with you. "

Aii: "y-you think I'm handsome.... um.. I think you're beautiful... can I kiss you?" He walks towards you, kissing you on your lips. "Oh, someone's bold today♡." You flashed a cheeky grin. "Yes... I'm feeling confident after your comment, "

💕 These guys are a mixture of all three: flirty, embarrassed, and nonchalant. Also, they try their best to act cool and try not to show how happy they are.

Rin: "Thanks....um yeah *scratch neck* You're very pretty too...and sexy." He spoke the last part in a low tone. " Uh huh, what was that last part?" You poke his cheek playfully. "..nothing!!"

Kaede "tsk...... I don't care about that stuff, whatever, " he walks away, but you can clearly see his red ears. "Ahh... you remind me of a stray cat, " you mumble. "Huh?! " He WhipsHis head back to you. " Oh, nothing...♡ " You walked away while chuckling to yourself. "The hell so funny!"

Asahi: " Huh?!.. well coming from you it make me think I'm special" he blushes. "Aww, your reaction is so cute, Asahi," you teased. "I want to hear more of your encouraging words." he wraps his arms around you.

Nao: " Oh? that caught me off guard. Thank you. You're also beautiful, y/n. " he kisses your forhead. "Using your charm on me as always." You began to become flustered "Charm? What charm? You started it, " he giggles at your response

💕 They get super happy. 100% will give you affection throughout the day. They feel more seen and special.

Momo: REALLY?!! You really mean it??!!" He comes up giving you a bear hug. "I'm super happy!!! Hearing that from a CUTE girl like you! " he swings you around. "M-momo chill out.. and put me down!!!"

Nagisa: "Handsome!!! he lifts his chin."Hey! What else do you like about me?! " He flash you his puppy eyes. "Uuhh, I love the way you swim... and you have cute, silky hair. " You ruffled his hair. "Mmhh... y/n... "He pouts while crossing his arms, then his Demeanor changes. "You're so precious.. Come here!!" He jumped at you open arms for a hug

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spideystevie · 1 year

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hii love your party can i request 💘 + “neither of the two caring much for valentine’s day, but being dragged out for a double date with friends (and they end up having a great time)” from list one with hangman ????

happy valentine’s day! i think this one turned out pretty cute, i hope you like it <3 - [1.5k] | join the party!

Of all the holidays, Valentine’s Day had to be close to the top of your least favorite. It’s not like there was really anything inherently wrong with it per se, you just didn’t care for it.

Your friend insists it’s because you might just be a little bit bitter you’ve never really spent the day with anyone other than yourself. And, okay, so what if you were?

Your friend calls you on the afternoon of the 14th, a few hours before her date with the guy she’s been seeing. You assume she’s calling for outfit advice or something, but you’re surprised by the panic in her voice when she says your name before you even get a chance to say hello.

“There’s a bit of a problem,” she says, sounding the slightest bit out of breath. You sit up and furrow your brows.

“What do you mean a problem?” your voice raises in pitch.

“Well, maybe not a problem problem but,” you can hear her take a deep breath. “Roos is bringing a friend tonight.”

You groan, already aware of where this is heading. “No. No, I’m not letting you set me up on a blind date with one of his bootlicking friends.”

She huffs your name on the other line, a little put out. “Okay, well…what if I said I already said you’d come?”

“Seriously?” you ask incredulously.

“I’m sorry!” you’ll admit later that she does manage to sound apologetic. “I panicked! It’s just dinner and mini golf. If you really don’t want to go I'll let him know, it’s okay.”

You sigh and scrub a hand down your face. A small debate wages in your head. On the one hand, you’d really rather just stay at home in bed but on the other, free dinner didn’t sound too bad.

“Okay,” you agree, before you really even realize you’re doing it. There’s a gasp on the other line.

“You’ll do it?”

“I’ll do it.”

Two hours later you’re waiting in the parking lot of the diner you were sent the location of. Despite your reluctance to go, you feel pretty nervous. Your knee bounces and you keep anxiously scanning the parking lot for your friend and checking your phone for the time or a message from her.

Your eyes catch on a tall, blonde guy standing near the entrance of the diner. He’s wearing jeans and a plain black t-shirt and, are those cowboy boots? His head is hanging down as he types almost furiously on his phone. From this distance away, he seems pretty. You shake your head and blink away to look at your phone again.

You open your messages to ask for an ETA when there’s a knock on your window. You jump, hand flying to your chest as a scream leaves you. Your friend stands on the other side looking amused and waves. You give her a nice friendly middle finger in return.

You’re almost appalled, and even more nervous, when you realize the handsome stranger you were looking at before everyone showed up is your date for the night. You introduce yourself and he’s polite when he reciprocates but you notice the sharp stare he keeps giving your friend’s date.

A young teenager seats you in a booth in the corner and you sit across from each other. Almost immediately, your two friends are in their own little bubble, laughing and smiling, touching hands shyly over the table. You catch him rolling his eyes at one point and you snort. His gaze snaps back to you and he smiles slightly.

“I take it you were dragged to come too?” he asks. You look up from the worn out menu you’d been given. Out of the corner of your eye, you can tell that the other half of the table isn’t paying any attention to the two of you.

“Found out I was coming two hours ago,” you say, setting the menu down flat on the table and resting your hands on it. He laughs, short and a little melodic. It makes something sticky swell in your chest. You’re not sure you like that.

“Three,” he says and you smile wide.

By the time you have your food, you’ve already managed to make him laugh twice more. You chew on a couple of your fries and take a sip from your water.

“So how do you know..” you’re horrible with names.

“Rooster?” you nod. “We work together.”

“Navy?” you hum and he nods. Your nose scrunches involuntarily before you can stop it. An amused twinkle shines in his eyes.

“What?” he asks, though he thinks he already knows. You shake your head.

“Nothing, I didn’t say anything,” you shrug, but a smile twitches at the corners of your lips. One corner of his mouth quirks up exposing a dimple you hadn’t noticed before. Something in you is struck with the urge to poke it.

The two of you get officially ditched the minute you get to the second half of the date. They’re at least a hole ahead and you stand idly by Jake, clinging to the small golf club. It somehow looks even smaller in his hands. You look away before your mind can start to wander.

“Thanks again for dinner,” you say as he sets up a shot. He swings the club back and hits the golf ball. It glides smoothly towards the hole and bounces past. He’s proven to be much better at this than you are. Jake straightens up and turns to look at you.

“It’s no big deal. I mean, technically we are on a date,” he says with a shrug. A heat rises to your cheeks when he points it out.

“Right,” you say as he steps aside for you to take your turn. You set the pink golf ball you were given down on the felt-like flooring and set up for your shot. You swing the club to hit the ball and miss it entirely.

“You’re not letting me win to inflate my ego, are you?” he asks. You straighten up, eyes narrowing a little as you smirk at him.

“Something tells me your ego doesn’t need any inflating,” you tease, though you’re partially serious. He presses a hand against his chest and fakes a gasp.

“Who, little ol’ me?” his voice goes a little higher and his accent makes the words drawl out. You let out a small laugh and look back down at your golf ball that’s stagnant in the same place you put it.

“No but seriously, I just really suck at mini golf,” you admit. He clicks his tongue, face morphing into one of faux shock.

“Really? I had no idea,” his tone drips with sarcasm. You roll your eyes but the smile on your face gives you away.

“Kinda rude you’re making fun of me on our date,” you joke, because really he’s been pretty sweet to you the whole night.

“Right, right, my bad,” he says, stepping closer to you. “Why don’t I help you out, you know as an apology?”

He’s standing behind you now and you’re glad he can’t see the flustered expression on your face. You manage to squeak out a small, oh, yeah, sure, your face burning. His arms wrap around yours, his stomach pressed almost flush against your back.

His hands that you’d spent nearly this entire game of mini golf staring at cover yours and subtly adjust their grip. You swallow, grateful he can’t feel how fast your heart is beating. At least you hope. His breath is by your ear as he helps you swing the club back and make contact with the golf ball.

It glides down the course, a direct straight shot into the hole. It falls in with a hollow clunk and you let out a disbelieving laugh. You straighten up, causing him to let go of you and do the same. He’s trying not to think too hard about how nice your perfume smelled when you turn to look at him.

The club is now clutched up closer to your chest and there’s a smile on your face. It fades at the edges when you take in how close your faces are to each other now. Your gazes flicker once, twice, but you’re snapped out of it by the sound of a nearby group cheering.

You take a step back and your smile becomes a softer smirk.

“You’re not gonna let me win now are you? You know, to boost my ego?”

He laughs. “In your dreams.”

Your friend and Rooster share a high five behind their backs when the two of you catch up to them with beaming smiles and laughter. Jake’s got his hand on the small of your back and you’re not so subtly leaning into his side.

A sticky note gets tacked to the back of your brain to indirectly thank your friend later when you go home with Jake’s number in your phone and the lingering feeling of his lips against your cheek.

#jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin fluff #jake hangman seresin fluff #hangman fluff #jake seresin blurb #hangman blurb #📝: a writes!#allie's valentine's house party <3 #allie's vday party blurbs!

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kusuguricafe · 2 months

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Kusuguri Cafe's Valentine's Day Event 💝

Genshin Impact x Ouran High School Host Club crossover

A/N: Believe it or not, I've been trying to get this done for three years now. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Welcome, Traveler! Today we are hosting private, one-on-one tickle sessions with each of our wonderful hosts. Who you get will be a surprise, so choose whichever description suits your fancy. You may attend multiple sessions, if you'd like. All sessions are safe for work.

Enter the Host Club, Traveler? 🚪✨

"Those with the wherewithal, first in social standing, and second in money, spend their time here, at the private Ouran Academy. As such, Ouran Host Club is where handsome boys with too much time on their hands entertain and charm girls, who also have too much time on their hands. It is the school's own personal, elegant playground for the super rich."

Click the link for whichever Traveler you'd prefer to be sent to a private tickle session with the host of your choosing. Have fun, and happy Valentine's Day! 💘

🔗 also on ao3

🖤 The Strong Silent Type (lee!host, ler!Traveler)

Description: understanding, easygoing, well-spoken (when he does talk)

Warnings: alcohol

Lumine vers. | Aether vers.

🩷 The Cute Type (lee!Traveler, ler!host)

Description: lively, playful, carefree

Warnings: none

Lumine vers. | Aether vers.

🧡 The Little Devil Type 1 (lee!Traveler, ler!host)

Description: perceptive, clever, unruly

Warnings: restraints

Lumine vers. | Aether vers.

🩵 The Little Devil Type 2 (lee!host, ler!Traveler)

Description: dramatic, tsundere, bratty

Warnings: restraints, swearing

Lumine vers. | Aether vers.

💜 The Cool Type (switches host and Traveler)

Description: stubborn, blunt, reserved

Warnings: none

Lumine vers. | Aether vers.

🤍 The Princely Type (lee!Traveler, ler!host)

Description: curious, chivalrous, romantic

Warnings: kissing

Lumine vers. | Aether vers.

❤️ The Natural Type (lee!host, ler!Traveler)

Description: flirtatious, expressive, unpredictable

Warnings: restraints

Lumine vers. | Aether vers.

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