#thank you for always making my days brighter and for all your hard work <3

[lucrativesoul]

i love soft husband leon. who doesn't? what about soft leon who loves that you are a bookworm and dedicates himself to being your biggest fan? i am on board for this.

Ever since you had met, Leon knew how much of a reader you were. So much so, that before anything serious had even transpired between you two, he vowed to be the reason for your eventually massive book collection.

He had never said it out loud, but he loved your dedication to your reading space and how you cared for your growing library. You treated it like an entity, and he couldn’t help but always admire your effort that you put into it. He never thought that he was a second choice to your affection, rather, he preferred seeing you in the state of caring for your passion. It only made him fall more.

Every anniversary, birthday, holiday that required gifts possible, he was buying you a book or something to put in the room. Leon was always paying attention to what you say you need to add, or what you want to read, or something that would make the room look brighter.

Some of his favorite moments with you are the silent nights where he was sitting at one end of the couch, either on his phone or mirroring you and (giving it his best attempt) reading, and you were always right next to him with your own book. If you were close enough to the table, a mug with that night’s choice of drink not far from your reach, and one body part always in contact with him. The peace of the air calmed him after a day at work, or when something insignificant in his life went wrong, and even just looking over at you in your blissful state was enough to soothe him.

Leon, truthfully, loved nothing more than seeing you absorbed in your own worlds. Before he had met you, he thought it impossible that he could live a life where he even had a few moments of a quiet mind. He had no idea that one person could flip that all on its head. You became that for him. And when you are in your own little world, happy as can be (or sad, Leon has seen your many moods with the books you choose), he is reminded of the day that altered his life path forever.

Leon shows up with random plants sometimes. Nothing compliments a warm library space like a good plant, and eventually you had to tell him to slow down, as you were running out of room. (That really wasn’t true, you had a whole shelf and the both of you knew it. You would happily fill it with any plant he brought in, but he stayed conscious to keep it open in order to leave space for all the books he was planning on giving you).

Coming home from work, if you weren’t in the kitchen pouring yourself another mug of whatever it was that you chose for the night, you were in your reading room. The huge chair (that Leon supplied) held you snuggly against the thick knit blanket (from Leon) with your signature mug placed on the side table (...Leon) was exactly how he liked to find you. As much as it pained him to interrupt your reading, he always comes in to greet you, heart lightening at your expression at seeing him home, even if it was in the middle of a sentence.

Basically, Leon knew he made the right choice in choosing you to marry. He thought it would never happen to find someone who was his light even when you weren't paying attention to him. Just the mere sight of you had his heart racing. His safe space was with you, and with you always came the books and the comfort, so for the rest of his life, he knew he was bound to think of you every time he looked at a leather bound hardcover, already being able to picture you flipping through it.

a/n: i'm sorry for being silent! as i said before, the semester is in swing and i only have a month left now! i'm still thinking up ideas for my next full length, but i have not disappeared yet. please check out my others in the meantime if you haven’t already, and i will continue to work hard to make sure i deliver to my utmost quality. thank you for reading <3

#leon kennedy #resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #leon kennedy fanfiction #leon kennedy x reader #fanfiction #leon s kennedy #resident evil 4 #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy x gn reader

[mediumgayitalian]

fic rec friday 10

hi!! welcome to fic rec friday. every week, i pick five fics i have bookmarked and rec them with a little review. check them out!

something borrowed by @rosyredlipstick

In the Solace Wedding Planning agenda, on the fifth page into their summer schedule, there are carefully scrawled out notes reading this: Bride and Groom - Hazel Levesque & Frank Zhang Best Man & Maid of Honor - Percy Jackson & Piper McLean Wedding Court - Annabeth Chase & Jason Grace Mellie & Gleeson Hedge Reyna Ramírez-Arellano & Leo Valdez Ring-bearer - Chuck Hedge Flower-boy - Nico di Angelo - Will plans wedding and now, apparently, Nico stars in one. Except...sometimes there's a bit more confusion on that last part. AKA the AU where Will plans weddings and thinks Hazel and Frank are going to have to cutest, gap-toothed ten year throwing flowers down the aisle, all while wondering why this 'Neeks' guy is always hanging around, and what business he has looking that good.

yes i am back on my rosyredlipstick (dude she's GOOD okay). however this one is my favourite i think. this is the kinda story you could use to explain to people what dramatic irony is bc LORD i wanted to SHAKE THEM 😭😭 will falling like deeply in love with nico and being intensely stressed about everything the whole time is so real and on brand. i love him and i love the fond exasperation that just bleeds from this fic its GREAT

2. Rental Love by @rosyredlipstick

*Read Terms & Conditions - Male/22/Long Island N.Y.C. Tired of showing up stag at holiday events? Want your family to stop thinking there’s something wrong with you? Just want some arm candy for a work event? Look no further. Your solution is here! I will attend holiday events with you as your paid date. Accepting all genders as applicants. Email [email protected] if interested. Interview & application will be set up there. - Nico di Angelo has been telling Hazel Levesque about his boyfriend for weeks. The bad part? Nico doesn’t have a boyfriend, the holidays are coming up, and not all of Jason’s ideas are horrible. They’re all a bit surprised about the last one.

THE LEVEL OF STUPID THAT THEY ARE...😭😭 kills me fr. like this whole fic is just a manifestation of truly one of the best tropes of all time…..like what if we took a hallmark movie and made it gay as all hell. iconique indeed

3. A Match in the Making by @coconutcranberries-blog

“You’re a morning person,” Nico muttered, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms. He ran a hand through his black hair, which stuck up in disarray, the same way it did every morning. He was a mess, and Will Solace looked annoyingly put together, and Nico didn’t even care, really, he didn’t.

friendship is the core of romance!! it is!! every time!!! and it's such a core in this fic....which is fucking??? ten years old??? im just realising?? jesus christ??? anyways. "Nico had the sudden, warm feeling that Will Solace had never bought his act." i YELLED

4. Perception by scorchedtrees

In which everyone thinks Nico and Will are together.

i love this trope i love it SO BAD. both ways. when your love is so obvious that no one misses it.....love to see it truly. and will can have one second of beingn smooth and not a dweeby loser. as a treat

5. the world is brighter than the sun now that you're here by @finalizer

It was hard, Nico eventually concluded, to maintain one’s air of spooky otherworldly detachment with a blinding ray of sunshine trailing one step behind him every minute of every day.

grouchy nico my beloved truly. honestly hes such a bitch i love him like "Seriously, give the guy a perm and a few cats and he’d be that weird aunt that everybody avoided around the holiday season." why does he ALWAYS have something vile to say 😭😭 hes a mood fr

thank you for joining me this saturday friday!! happy reading!!

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[e-dubbc11]

In Bloom

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: None really, maybe a swear word or two but extra fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 2.7k-ish

Summary: Part 1 of 3 (I think) Reader is in a bit of a romantic slump so she buys herself flowers every Friday until one day she finds out they’re already paid for.

A/N: Based on this ask/idea from my lovely lovely Lily @munsonownsmyass I hope you like it, my love ❤️

This girl is single and haven't had anyone in a while. Miss the intimacy. Just to make herself happy, she buys flowers for herself every Friday. But one day, the flowers have already been paid for. It's the same thing the next Friday. Then one day, there's a little note attached to the flowers....

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“When was the last time you went out on a date?”

Rolling your eyes, those words felt like a hard punch to the stomach coming from your mother.

Your Friday afternoon lunch with her felt like days. It all started with the lunch spot you chose…it wasn’t to her standards but then again nothing was. Nothing seemed to ever be good enough whether it was your job, the clothes you wore, the apartment you lived in, or the sandwich shop you picked for lunch.

It was all beneath her, sub-standard, and you had accepted the fact that nothing you do will ever be good enough for her so you just decided to continue to do whatever made you happy and not worry about what would be pleasing to her.

She tried like hell to mold you into what she wanted you to be, how she wanted you to dress, what she wanted you to do for a living, and even what kind of wedding she had wanted you to have. She didn’t succeed and when you called off your wedding to a man that looked perfect on paper but was a monster behind closed doors, she didn’t try as hard to make you into something that you just weren’t going to be.

She still took not-so subtle jabs though.

“Have a good weekend, hun. Try and get some sleep, you look tired.”

A visit with mom wasn’t complete until she commented on how you looked. It was definitely time to go.

The early autumn wind picked up as you walked from the sandwich place toward the flower shop which was a few blocks away. Your little Friday tradition was just something you had decided to do for yourself every week.

The flowers made your apartment just a little bit brighter and brought a smile to your face every time you looked at them on your dining room table.

You hadn’t really noticed the flower shop before but it presented itself when you needed a little cheering up.

It was after another bad first date, the third one in a row. You were walking home from the bar after yet another Wall Street type asshole had spent the early evening hours droning on and on about himself when the essence of rose attacked your sense of smell. It stopped you dead in your tracks and caused you to shift your eyes from the sidewalk to the door of the flower shop in front of you.

Bouquets of beautiful flowers were in buckets of water outside but so many more caught your eye that were inside so you decided to go in and look around.

“We close in fifteen minutes, Miss. Is there something specific you’re looking for?” The man behind the counter had asked with a warm smile.

You tried to smile back but it only came out as half a smile. “Something to make me feel better after a bad date?” You replied.

His expression tempered and you could tell he really wanted to help.

“Let me see what I can put together for you.” He said.

And he went to work pulling flowers from different buckets and arranging them into the most beautiful bouquet, wrapping them in paper and plastic and securing them with a ribbon. The bouquet was full of carnations, roses, gerbera daisies, and lilies…all in different shades of red and pink. It was almost like he knew they were two of your favorite colors.

Watching him meticulously put those flowers together for you already made you feel better about that night.

“Here you go, my dear. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.” He said handing you the flowers.

You were absolutely stunned at how gorgeous they were and that was how you met Mr. Campbell, the sweetest little old man with the prettiest flowers in town which kept you coming back weekly for fresh ones.

After the taxing lunch you just had with your mother, it was time to make yourself feel better with your weekly flowers.

“Hi, Mr. Campbell. How are you today!?” You asked.

He shifted his gaze from the bouquet he was working on to greet you, pushing his glasses up that had slid down the bridge of his nose.

“My dear, y/n! Well, I can’t complain…I woke up again so that’s a good thing, plus I knew I’d get to see your smiling face today and that’s ALWAYS a good thing.” He said with excitement.

A wide smile stretched across your lips. “This is my favorite Friday stop, Mr. Campbell!” You said.

The corner of his mouth turned up and he raised his eyebrows. “You sure it’s not the liquor store, y/n?” He asked with a slight chuckle while looking at the bottle of wine in your hand.

You let out a full blown belly laugh. “Ok, well that’s my OTHER favorite Friday stop. You know I like my wine.” You said trying to control your laughter.

“What are you in the mood for today, my dear?” Mr. Campbell asked.

You inhaled sharply and let out a deep exhale. “Well I just had a very long and taxing lunch with my mother so something a little crazy with a lot of colors would be perfect.”

And that’s all he needed to hear. In a matter of minutes he moved from bucket to bucket, picking out every color flower he could get his fragile little hands on and arranged them especially for you into one crazy colored bouquet.

“Awww Mr. Campbell, they’re perfect, as always! Thank you!” You said handing him the money for the flowers and the nip of Jack Daniel’s you bought for him every Friday. “There’s better tasting whiskey out there, you sure you don’t want somethin’ else?”

“No, no…this is what I like y/n.” He said, getting back to the arrangement he was working on when you walked in.

“Ok, well you just let me know if you want something else. I gotta get goin’, I have a hot date with the couch and this wine when I get home.” You said sarcastically.

“It’s Friday night, my dear. You should go OUT on a date!” He said.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Oh no, don’t you start with me too Mr. Campbell. My mother said the same thing to me a little while ago. I’ll see you next week.” You said as you waved goodbye and reached for the door.

An incredibly handsome man on the other side of the door opened it for you and ushered you through. He was tall, with dark hair, a short beard, eyes as dark as the night sky and a perfect smile.

You smiled back. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He said.

You didn’t look back and headed for home.

The flower shop after you left.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Russo. The usual for you today?” Mr. Campbell asked.

Billy had his long overcoat tucked under his arm, watching with a smile as he watched you walk down the street until you were out of sight.

“Yes please, Luther. That would be great.” Billy said softly as he paced around looking at all the different flowers.

Mr. Campbell had caught Billy looking at you when you left the shop.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she.” He stated, raising his eyebrows.

Billy thought he had acted nonchalant while checking you out. “What?” Billy asked. “Oh…yes…she is. Was that her first time in here?”

“She comes in every Friday and buys flowers for herself.” Mr. Campbell said.

A sly smirk stretched across Billy’s face. “Well we can’t have that now can we, Luther.”

Mr. Campbell returned the smirk, looked at Billy over his glasses and asked. “Shall I add another bouquet to your weekly purchase, Billy?”

“Yes please, whatever she wants but do NOT tell her I’m the one that paid for them.” Billy said sternly.

“She is going to ask, so what am I supposed to tell her?” Said Mr. Campbell.

Billy rested his hand on the counter and pondered for a minute.

As he picked up his flowers and started to walk toward the door, Billy turned back to Mr. Campbell and said “Just tell her you are sworn to secrecy and she’ll find out…soon, I promise.”

**********

The following Friday after a long day at work, you clocked out and started your walk to the flower shop. The warm afternoon sun grazed the high points of your face as you strolled down the sidewalk just enjoying the crisp fall air, and in no rush to get where you were going.

This was your favorite time of year. Vendors in the street sold warm apple cider and kettle corn, people with their flushed cheeks hurried past you with their hands shoved into their jacket pockets, while a short gust of wind nearly took your hat right off of your head.

Your first stop was the liquor store. Mr. Campbell really enjoyed the nip of Jack Daniel’s you gave him every Friday, he always told you it was the best part of his week and you loved it too. It felt nice to have something steady in your life even if was just a sweet elderly man and a bouquet of self-bought flowers.

The wind caught the door on your way into the flower shop and you had a hard time holding on to it but you managed to close it before it flew off the hinges.

“A little windy out there, y/n?” He joked, barely looking up from the arrangement he was putting together.

You pressed your lips together and replied. “Just a little. I nearly lost my hat, Mr. Campbell!”

“So what sort of bouquet will make you feel good today, my dear.” He asked.

Looking around the shop, the sunflowers caught your eye. “Something with a few sunflowers, I think.” You said.

And off he went picking out autumn colors of burnt orange, bright yellow, and deep red with the sunflowers being the focal point in the middle next to fern like greens. It was a beautiful work of art just like every other week which always put a smile on your face.

As you opened your purse, Mr. Campbell stopped you, waving his hand at you to put your wallet away. “No…no, they’re already paid for y/n.”

You had a confused yet skeptical look on your face. “What do you mean they’re already paid for?” You said.

“Exactly what I said y/n, someone has already paid for your flowers.” He said, with a devilish grin stretched across his face.

“Well, who paid for them?” You asked.

“I am sworn to secrecy, my dear.” He said raising his hand and closing his eyes.

Reaching into your tote bag, you pulled out the nip of Jack Daniel’s. “Ya know I’m not sure you deserve this today but that wouldn’t be very nice of me, would it.” You said, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I’m sworn to secrecy but you will find out soon who paid for them, he promised.” He stated with a slight smile as you waved and left the store.

Who could it be?

For the next few weeks, every time you’ve gone to pay for your flowers they had already been paid for. You even treated yourself to long stem red roses one week, orchids the next and Mr. Campbell STILL insisted he had already been paid. It didn’t matter how expensive the flowers were, you didn’t have to pay a dime.

Every week, you would BEG Mr. Campbell to tell you who was paying for your bouquets but he didn’t fold. He didn’t give up the name of the man buying you whatever your little heart desired that week but he really loved watching you smile.

Finally on week number four, you walked in to pick out your flowers and after putting together your bouquet, Mr. Campbell had a little something extra to add…it was a note that said:

Someone as sweet as you shouldn’t have to buy their own flowers. I hope you’ve been enjoying them. Now look outside…

You looked up from the card toward the door and flashing his perfect smile at you was the handsome man that had held the door open for you a handful of weeks ago. Warmth rushed to your cheeks and suddenly there were butterflies in your stomach as he walked through the door and planted himself firmly in front of you.

“Billy Russo…it’s nice to finally meet you…” He said, extending his hand for you to shake.

You extended your hand. “It’s nice to meet you too, Billy. I’m y/f/n y/l/n. So you’re the one that swore Mr. Campbell to secrecy?” You asked.

“Ah I knew Luther would be able to keep my secret, although he wanted me to tell you two weeks ago. He can be a little impatient.” Billy said with a warm smile and a slight whisper.

Looking over the tops of his glasses, Mr. Campbell said. “Well don’t talk about me like I’m not here. And do you have something for me, my dear y/n?”

You had completely forgotten about the nip of Jack Daniel’s in your bag that was meant for him so you reached in the bag and set it on the counter.

“Oh!! I am so sorry Mr. Campbell. Here ya go.” You said.

He took the little nip bottle and walked into the back room, behind the counter. He was gone for a few minutes.

“So what do ya say? Will you have a drink with me? I promise, it will be something better than Jack Daniel’s.” Billy said.

You chuckled a little when you heard Mr. Campbell shout from the back room. “I heard that, Billy!”

“I knew you would, sir!” Billy shouted back. “He has the best flowers in town plus he’s a veteran and I like supporting veteran owned businesses.” Billy said.

You couldn’t help but stare into his eyes. They looked like two endless pools of dark chocolate and they weren’t looking at anything except you.

Moving a stray hair away from your face, you replied. “I do too…I have friends and family that are veterans. Did you serve, Billy?”

“Three tours in Iraq…one in Afghanistan.” He said softly, inching closer to you.

Mr. Campbell surprised both of you when he appeared from the back. “Will you two get outta here! You can learn all about each other over a drink…GO! Get out!” He said, practically shooing you out of his shop and handing Billy his flowers.

“Alright, alright Mr. Campbell, we’re going…I’ll see you next week!” You said as you waved and walked out the door with Billy.

“Well? You wanna have that drink with me, y/n?” Billy asked again.

You bit down on your lower lip and glanced at the ground before capturing his gaze again. “I’d love to.” You said. “But I do have to drop these flowers off at home first so they don’t wilt. I live only a couple blocks from here. And it looks like you have flowers to drop off as well. Can I meet you in an hour? Is that enough time?”

Billy smiled. “That’s perfect…don’t you wanna know where I’m going to drop these off?” He asked nervously before opening the door to his car.

“As long as they’re not going to a wife or a girlfriend, it’s really none of my business Billy. But if you wanna tell me, you’re more than welcome to tell me later or another time. It’s up to you.” You said with a welcoming smile.

Billy looked surprised by your answer, he wasn’t expecting it and ultimately it was his decision of whether or not he wanted to tell you where he went every week at this time.

“Well ok then. So I’ll meet you back here in an hour?” He asked.

“I’ll see you in an hour…and Billy?

He looked up so his eyes were locked on yours.

A big smile stretched across your lips as you said “Thank you for my flowers.”

Billy smiled a wide Cheshire cat smile and winked at you. “You’re welcome, y/n and I will see you very soon.”

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[vinnyhongnsfwgurl]

1st Vinny Hong FanFic? I literally have no idea what this should be LOL

Hello all Windbreaker fans and Vinny Hong lovers. This is my first Vinny Hong x female reader fanfic. I hope you enjoy and comments/feedback is always welcome! Thanks :3

So, I didn't realize what kind of fanfic this would be after I finished writing it LMAO. Complete despair and heartbreak hahaha. I just chose to write and not think to hard. tbh I'm pretty happy with it. Let me know what you think :) .... also I did not proof read haha I am lazy.

I think I'll do a part 2 to this one!

"y/n? ...... y/n?"

"Y/N?!"

You're head snaps up to look at your mother sitting in the hospital bed next to you. She looked at you slightly worried.

She tilted her head as she asked "Are you okay? I called your name multiple times."

You sat up straighter in your chair and nodded. "Yes. Sorry. I, uh, just got lost in my thoughts for a moment." A lot had happened in the past couple of weeks. My mother got very sick and ended up in the hospital for a second time, nearly dying due to a brain aneurysm. It had put a lot of stress on every part of our lives, mostly financially. We weren't poor, but we certainly did not have the luxury to not work and stay in the hospital for extended periods.

I had thought about picking up extra hours at my part-time job, but I knew it wouldn't help much and I knew my studies would suffer. I was already struggling to keep my grades up. Besides my part-time job, I had to train for the upcoming final race of League of Streets. I was a part of Hummingbird and it was amazing but like my personal life, it was a mess. So much had happened with our team.

The most recent event was Vinny leaving our team deciding to ride with the Ghost crew. He started doing small races for money, which were broadcasted online. I had seen a few. Everyone was confused and upset including me. The whole reason we created Hummingbird was to compete in LOS and win the price money for Vinny's mother but I guess he had different plans in mind.

"It'll be okay honey" my mom said as she reached for my hand. I let let her hold my hand. It was warm and reassuring.

I smiled. "I know mom. I'm glad you're alright .... I was really scared actually." I could feel the pressure behind my eyes build up.

My mom started tearing up. "I know. I know y/n. but it's okay, I'm okay." She squeezed my hand.

I just nodded. "yeah."

After a few minutes and making sure my mother didn't need anything, I hugged her goodbye and started making my way out of the hospital. I took a seat on a bench that was stationed right next to the entrance of hospital. I had taken a bus here and planned on taking it to get back home. It only took me ten minutes to get to the bus stop, so I had a bit of time before I had to leave. I was really tired and too stressed. I found myself looking for more quiet moments out of my day.

I looked out toward the street across from the hospital. It was already dark out, but there was quite a bit of traffic. Honking interrupted the empty, docile night every now and than.

I heard footsteps come around the corner that ended abruptly once they caught up to the bench I was sitting at. As I turned my head to see what or who it was, I hear a familiar voice.

"What are you doing here?"

Vinny. It was all I thought as my eyes met his. His red eye seemed strikingly brighter than it usually was. Maybe it's just because I hadn't seen him in awhile.

"Oh. I was visiting my mom. She recently had surgery." I explained. ".... Are you hear to see your mom?" I asked.

He was quiet for a second before answering my question. "Yeah, she's staying here."

"MMm that's good. Glad to hear she is getting treatment" I said.

"What about your mom? Is she okay?"

"oh yeah! The surgery went well, so everything is good." I gave a sheepish thumbs up. I always became painfully aware of how awkward I felt when interacting with Vinny. I was a fairly shy person and it didn't help how handsome I thought he was. It took time in the beginning for us to get along and establish a relationship. It wasn't hard for me to figure out soon after that I was falling in love with him.

There was a lot I learned about him after Hummingbird was formed and the more I learned the more I desired to be near him. He was hot headed and pretty reserved, but it never really bothered me. I always went out of my way to greet him at practice and I chat with him when I could. I never cared if it was just small talk.

He just stared at me for a moment before saying "Good to hear that."

I knew what what was coming next, or what wasn't. This would be the end of our conversation. I didn't want it to be.

"How have you been?" I asked.

"I'm fine." He said plainly.

"And Jack?" following it up with a smile.

"He's fine too."

Man of few words I thought. I was used to it but I always wondered what actually behind those words: I'm fine.

"Are you really doing fine? I know I'm probably not the first person you think of when you want to talk to someone, but you're my friend. I'm here for you." I blurted out without much thinking.

When I had mentioned how confusing and upset I was when he left our crew, it was an understatement. I was sad and hurt. I also felt so helpless. He left us all behind and had no desire to return.

I looked down at the backpack I held in my arms. There was so much I wanted to say, but none of it seemed enough.

"I'm sorry for everything that's happened. I know you're having a hard time. I wish you hadn't had to leave the team."

"I don't know why you're apologizing, y/n. You don't need to." He replied.

Vinny walked up closer to me until he stood just a few inches from my feet. I looked up and he gaze had softened just a bit.

"You don't need to worry about me. Just focus on yourself. You have a lot going on."

"Yeah."

There was a moment of silence as Vinny and I held each other's gaze.

Then Vinny turned to leave. "I'll see you later y/n."

Before he took another step, I reached for his hand. It was a light grasp, just enough to stop him.

"Come back to Hummingbird ..... at least, at some point. We'll wait for you. It's nothing without you"

Vinny just stared at me before pulling his hand away from my mine.

"Y/n."

"It doesn't matter if it's not tomorrow, or the next day, or weeks from now! J-just come back. Please." I could feel a increase in my heart rate and the pressure behind my eyes building up again.

Vinny sighed and turned away from me.

"There's no reason for me to come back." He said sternly. "There's nothing you or the others can offer me." He continued has he started walking away.

Something warm slid down the right side of me cheek. I blinked and more came out. I was crying.

I just stood there as I continued to watch him walk away. My crying only worsened and I could feel a lump form in my throat.

I can't give up on you Vinny I thought as I recollected the memories of us together and how much our relationship progressed.

I just can't Vinny. I won't. I love you.

After he was well out of my sight, I finally left for the bus station. I cried the entire way.

For once, I wished it wasn't so quiet out.

#windbreaker #vinny hong x reader #vinny hong #webtoon #jay windbreaker #fanfic #heartbreak #windbreaker x reader

[ilycorisradiata]

Hello, may I request a Ayato x m reader? little connected to the 'bloodline' where reader after getting so much attention and pumpering by Ayato wants to pay him back aka make him happier with things he likes tut I think we all know.. - so the reader tries to service Ayato and call him Master which makes Ayato turn to possesive self, do as you want I really loved your ffs!! (psst maybe Thoma accidently coming in to where reader tries to put on some kind of clothes to visually please Ayato then he apologizes but reader has a hard time putting it on so ask for help and that's it.. -) Sorryyy if I ask for too much!!

bloodline pt. 2

ಌ bloodline: kamisato ayato x masc!reader

ಌ theme: you pay back ayato as you feel he spoils you too much !

ಌ cw: 18+ NSFW, amab implied reader, no pronouns used for reader, ayaka gave you presents<3, skimpy lingerie, thoma helps you fix the linger oops poor dude blush blush, calling ayato master, he calls you pet, anal fingering, desk chair sex, desk sex, creampie, short aftercare<3, solo edited + solo read, cross-posted on ao3

ಌ wc: 3.5K

ಌ notes: eeee hi anon! thank you so much, i hope you enjoy this<3 i assume you've also got another request from what i see in my ask box, so i'll work on that soon :') bloodline pt. 1

It had been a couple of weeks since that night that had blown all of your troubles away. Everything felt amazing, you never heard any gossipers and Ayato was always clear in his praises, making sure you were alright. He had Thoma check up on you often when he was busy, even going so far as to make sure there was tea prepared for you and always having someone there to make sure you were fine.

Although the concern that first plagued your mind was at ease, you now had another problem. Ayato had been pampering you and giving you as much attention as he could, so much so that you started to feel guilty. Not because you felt undeserving, but guilty in a way that you weren’t giving as much back, and he’d always explain that you didn’t need to do anything for him. He was content in spoiling you as much as he could because seeing you happy made his entire day much brighter, but you still wanted to pay him back for his kindness. You wanted to do something for him. Whilst walking along the seashore with Ayato, you pondered many things that you could do to give him, your silence washing over the both of you, making Ayato question you.

“Why are you so quiet today, hmm? Is something on your mind?” He squeezed your hand, watching the waves slowly come in.

“Well… If you could have something from me, what would it be? It could be physical or non-physical.”

“Hmm… I thought we spoke on this before. I don’t need anything physically from you, because you already give me a lot, Y/N.” You look to him to see his usual warm smile, the one that reaches his eyes and his eyes crinkle at the sides ever so slightly. Sighing and looking to the sea, you knew he wouldn’t be able to answer in a way you’d hoped, he’s far too kind for his own good sometimes.

“Is something the matter?”

“I wish I could give you more than what I already do… You have given me so much, as well as having done so much for me in terms of reassurance that it feels unfair. I want to spoil you as well.” He stops in his tracks, unknowing to you as you continue with the pace you were both walking at before, admiring the way the sun was in its descent into the sea. Sighing to himself with a smile, he catches up to you, latching himself onto your hand.

“I can’t tell you what I want because I already have you, but if you want to spoil me more… Then go ahead. I’ll wait for what you prepare, even if it takes you a while and it’s been forgotten about in the meantime by myself.” Laying a kiss to the back of your hand, he squeezes it and spins you around to continue looking at the sea, arms wrapped softly around you. The sun had begun to dip into it, the auburn glow dying the sea as it glitters slightly with the appearance of the stars.

“We should go before it gets cold out here, I don’t want you becoming unwell.”

“I don’t want to get unwell either, because then my chances of spoiling you are gone as you would be pampering me until I got better.” With a chuckle, he lets your waist go to reach for your hand, guiding you back to the estate. It was a quiet night after that, where you both quickly got washed before falling asleep. The fresh sea air clearly doing both of you a favour with how quick it was for Ayato to fall asleep with you closely behind him.

When you woke up, Ayato was already away to do his duties, with a note on the small tea table near the futon. He normally left you a note on days he was in a rush more than usual, and it seemed that he wouldn’t be back until after dinner where he would be in the study fixing documents. This gave you enough time to think of how to spoil him, what you could do for him in return for his continued kindness.

It gave you an idea, remembering that Ayaka gave you many presents that you honestly had never shown to anyone else in sheer embarrassment. Ayaka was soft and kind-hearted towards you, but she absolutely loved how flustered you got over her brother. So, one day she had prepared many gifts for you, without much reason behind it. She said to open them there and then, and when you had you were gone− skimpy yet beautiful garments laid in boxes. If your soul ever left your body it was definitely in that moment. A total K.O.

Ayaka had laughed at your reaction, loud enough for Ayato to pop his head into the room and of course, you had never thrown things into the cupboard faster in your life. You were dishevelled, panting with your eyes blown wide trying to protect the door to the cupboard and Ayato just looked at you in utter confusion. When it was evident that Ayaka was struggling to keep her laugh in, Ayato merely told her to behave and treat you nicely before leaving again, seeing as you had made eyes at him to leave for a while. Ayaka totally meant well, and of course it was now coming in handy. You rummaged through all of the options she had given you, humming at the thought of finally giving back to Ayato.

Holding some of the garments up after months of them just sitting in there, you shivered at the thought. Ayaka made a good job of picking these out, clearly paying attention to detail and the colour scheme, seeing as it completely matched Ayato’s formal attire perfectly. Before you put it on, you went to the nearest toilet and began preparing yourself. It was the norm now, not really needing Ayato with the stretching as much as you did before, but you didn’t do it entirely just so he could do a little bit of the job himself. When you were satisfied enough with it all, you moved back to the bedroom. You thank Ayaka mentally for the garments, even if it was just to get a reaction out of you, you sorted through it and began putting it on.

There was a soft knock on the door before it slid open, freezing in place as you looked towards the door to see a frightened Thoma. He looked as though he was a deer caught in headlights, frightened enough because he’d just caught you in a very vulnerable state, barely dressed and revealing much more than he’d obviously seen before. Turning away with a beet-red face, he stutters out a sentence before sliding the door to the room shut.

“S-sorry, I should’ve knocked and waited… Your tea has been prepared and I thought I would bring it to you, Y/N.” You let out a cough, trying to clear any embarrassment from your voice before speaking.

“It’s okay, Thoma.”

“I’ll place it outside, I apologise again.”

“Thank you… A-actually, Thoma? Could you help me? I know what you had seen was unbecoming of me, but I actually can’t get this to look neat enough.” You could feel the hesitance Thoma felt, before the door slid open again, Thoma entering and shutting the door behind him. He placed the tea down on the small tea table, before moving over to you with a hand covering his eyes. The problem you were having was that you couldn’t fasten some of the silk ties that would wrap around your front and then around your back, it wouldn’t look neat without a second person helping.

“You’ll need two hands for this… I’m sorry you have to witness such a thing, but this won’t look neat and I’m too embarrassed to ask anyone else.” You wrap it around your front and then around your back one by one, holding each tie out to Thoma. Shaking hands took hold of them both, delicately tying them into a bow that was easy to unravel again.

“I apologise again that you’re helping me with this…”

“No, it’s alright, I was just shocked is all… I don’t think Ayato would be very pleased with me seeing you like this, please don’t let him know that I helped you fasten this properly.”

“I won’t. Thank you so much, Thoma.” He had fastened the last few ties, placing a hand over his eyes once he was done. He muttered out a ‘you’re welcome’ before politely leaving, albeit in a hurry with a still red face that had all but quickly spread to the back of his neck and knuckles of his hands, sighing in relief when the door had slid shut again behind him. Your heart was beating nervously after that, mentally cursing yourself for putting Thoma through that struggle but it would definitely be worth it in the end.

Wearing much more appropriate attire on top of it all and grabbing a special little bottle, you made your way outside of your room to ask the maids within the estate if they could help you prepare some sweet treats for Ayato. With much glee, they were quick to whiz you away to get them all prepared, which thankfully didn’t take long considering how much stock of everything there was (which you hadn’t known about before, but you weren’t exactly surprised). After thanking the maids and making your way to his study, you spot Thoma who was leaning on the frame of the doors outside of it. He spots you and eyes the snacks, knocking on the door and sliding it open for you, shutting it after you were far enough inside as you heard something rattling and then footsteps quickly moving away from it.  Ayato knew that it was you without removing his eyes from the papers in front of him.

“I see you’ve come to visit me. I won’t be long, so please make yourself comfortable.”

“Of course, master.” His reaction was obvious, he flinched and then coughed, his hand faltering to keep his pen still and you knew this had some effect on him. Placing the treats and the bottle to the side of him, you removed the garment to reveal everything you had prepared underneath, making your way to Ayato. He shifted in his seat, noticing you coming over to him but not really paying much attention to you, not just yet anyway.

You removed his left hand that kept the papers steady on his desk for a moment, just so you could slip in between and situate yourself on his lap. He was still unknowing to your current attire, simply allowing you to sit there whilst he worked away on the last few papers. Sitting patiently. There was no need to disturb him further, especially when his left hand made its way to your hip. When he had finished his work, he finally took a look at you, the normal look in his eyes disappearing and having been replaced with something more carnal.

“Was this your idea of spoiling me, Y/N? I’m already impressed, where did you find this in such a short period of time?”

“This was a present of many from Ayaka, the one I hid from you when you came in after hearing Ayaka laughing so loudly at me.” His hands had begun to wander as he took in everything in front of him.

“I see… She probably got this to tease you as your reactions to things like these are cute, but I am genuinely enjoying this very much.” Gloved hands felt up the silky material, eventually dipping his gloves everywhere that was bare, not covered by a thing. You shifted to straddle him, and a hand of his came up to cup your face, swiping his thumb over your lips.

“You look gorgeous…”

“Thank you, master.” The bob of his Adam’s apple was very prominent, a small glint in his eyes as his hands dove down to cup your ass, with a squeeze of course.

“That’s the second time you have called me that dear… Mind explaining why?”

“Is it not to your liking?”

“Oh pet, it is very much to my liking, I just wondered what brought this name on?” Bringing you in closer, he breathes down your neck and into your ear, whispering all the things he’d like to do with you. Every word felt like electricity was jolting through you, manoeuvring your hips into his every so often.  Gentle kisses on your neck turn into nips and bites, sucking into your skin to let you know that you were entirely and utterly his. Pulling away, he brought his gloved right hand up to his mouth and pulled the glove off with his teeth before prodding two fingers into your mouth.

“Relax, we need to prepare you first.” You stop him mid movement to look behind you on his desk, looking at the lube readily there for him and yourself. He smiles at you for preparing so much, keeping a hand on the small of your back as he reaches for the little bottle, and every touch got you excited for more. Pulling back, he poured some on his fingers before steadying them at your hole. He kept his left hand gloved, watching your every squirm and twitch when he’d drag his hand down to your abdomen but would shy away from touching your cock. Eager to touch your behind however, pushing the panties aside, he was quick to delve in with his middle finger and a look crosses his face when he realises you’ve done a lot of prepping already. He made sure it was okay to push another in, looking into your eyes for a silent ‘ok’.

Of course, his fingers were much longer than your own, hitting every intimate spot within you like it was pure muscle memory. Feather-light touches whilst he plunges his fingers into you like no tomorrow, you couldn’t help but curl yourself into him from the stimulation, rutting backwards into his fingers like you were in heat every so often. He didn’t miss the little noises you made, the breathy ones and especially the desperate ones that got caught in your throat. His cool glove roamed your chest, giving little tugs to your nipples and swiping his fingers over them as his lips finally met with yours, drinking up all your gasps and moans whilst succeeding to drag more of them out of you. He lightly dragged his hand around your waist, all the way around to the small of your back. Pulling it upwards in light touches and this time you were begging him to just fuck you already, impatience clouding your mind as you wanted him now.

“I thought this was for me to indulge in. Aren’t you meant to be spoiling me, hmm?”

“I- I’m sorry… Please- I can’t take it anymore.” Removing his fingers, you whined at the sudden emptiness you were feeling and especially the painful erection you were sporting that was trapped in silk. He didn’t bother removing any of his clothes, simply unzipping and pulling his own cock out. Lifting you up to hover over him, he looked as though he was ready to devour you entirely and it made your heart quicken. When you finally sunk down onto him, it felt entirely different from before. It was like it reached even further into you, and you couldn’t help but squeeze around him tightly, forehead plastered against his.

“You look so amazing, and all of you is mine. Nobody can have you like this.” There was something carnal in his eyes, something different from what you’d seen before.

“Of course, and you’re mine as well, Ayato.”

“Have you given up on that name you have been calling me now? I do very much prefer you saying my name… But that one did have a nice ring to it, though.” His gloved hand pulled the material of the panties back, your cock slipping out and smacking your stomach, precum smearing everywhere. Hissing when his hand tugged on it, timing his slow and deep thrusts with his hand, and making sure you felt the leather of his glove properly on your cock whilst thumbing the slit every so often. He took note of every gasp and moan you made, every little movement. Genuine bliss from just seeing you enjoy yourself.

“They’ll hear you outside, pet. Or are you trying to let them know what we are doing?”

“Ayato− Just…”

“Don’t hate me in the morning.” Both hands made their way to your hips, pulling you nearly entirely off of him before slamming himself into you. Your arms flew around his neck, one short scream soon turned into nothing, not a peep left your mouth in pure shock over how deep this position let him hit. He did it again and again, wet slaps and your moans could be heard as they battered off the walls and echoed within the study, Ayato enjoying himself to the max without a shred of evidence that he’d stop any time soon. The delicious way he hit your prostate over and over, struggling to hold anything in, that embarrassment you could have felt dissipating. You whined when you came, soiling his suit jacket like you had some endless supply.

Ayato took this chance to change positions, sliding stuff across the desk to make room for you to lay on. Kissing you with a fervour you’d never seen on him before, tongues’ dancing and teeth clashing, it’s like he was desperate to consume every part of you in a short amount of time. Pulling you in by your hips, he angled them up so they’d meet his own. He pushed into you again, sliding in easily, pushing hair out of his face as his hips rolled slowly into you at a gentle pace.

“Faster…” You whined. Wanting him to be satisfied as well, which didn’t take him long to breathe out and obeying you, giving you what you wanted.

“You feel amazing, and I have this all to myself…” He slammed into you again and again, not missing the way you tried to prevent yourself from cumming again, hand gripping the base tightly. He removed your hand replacing it with his right one, playing dirty as he seen your face scrunch up and you tightening around him. That familiar knot in your stomach welling up again, but before you could let yourself cum, you reached your hands up to try and grab onto Ayato properly, wanting to hold him close. He noted, despite his blissed-out expression, smiling warmly and bending down for you to wrap your arms around him.

You whisper little ‘I love you’s between needy moans, blowing air down his neck which caused Ayato to shiver. His own needy pants, groans, and moans of your name let you know that he was close, where he buried his face into your neck. Littering wet kisses and biting your neck softly. To prevent him from escaping, you wrapped your legs around him, and he filled you up with his own release. He kept thrusting slowly, fucking his cum into you and shivering every time you squeezed around him, you released another pool of cum that still managed to get all over Ayato’s clothes. You both stay like that for a while, just holding each other close as you both catch your breaths, not really caring that the stickiness of it all was getting gross.

Ayato was the first to move, kissing up to your face and giving you a quick peck on the lips before sitting up the way. You untangled your legs that were still wrapped around him, and he slides out of you, noticing the way his cum just drips and drips out of you. He puts his cock back in his pants, noticing the mess they were in as well, before removing his jacket and using it as something to cover you up.

“Let’s go bathe together.” He had stated, helping you off of the desk and supporting you as you wobbled slightly like a baby deer.

“I feel like you’re spoiling me again…” Ayato laughs at this, shaking his head as he all but drags you to the bathroom. He sits you down on a stool when you arrive, running the bath and removing everything he was wearing. He undressed you as well, quickly getting under the small shower beside the bath to wash off quickly. After guiding you to the bath, sitting you into it and following suit by sitting behind you, he cuddled into your back as you both relaxed in the hot water.

“If this was spoiling you, then I want to know what taking care of my partner normally is like. You were amazing, I never would have thought you’d do something like that either.” He chuckled light-heartedly, kissing your shoulder blades and rubbing circles into your hips.

“Expect more to come, master.”

“Archons, what will I do with you.”

#bottom male reader #male reader #x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #anime #writing #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #ayato x male reader #genshin x male reader #genshin imagines #genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin #fanfic #anime smut #soft top ayato

[andwegogreen]

924 words, entirely inspired by this painting. historical/early 1900s, industrial town. daniel works at the factory and is heavily involved with the union/workers' rights. max is the eldest daughter of factory owner jos. thank you to @lilyrizzy and @thewindowatkirkland for cheerleading this <3

“Daniel, you need to leave. Go down to the pub, and we’ll come get you when it’s all done,” Michelle’s voice was loud, seemed too loud for Max, even as she couldn’t stop groaning in pain as another wave of it came over her. 

She had of course known that having a baby was not going to be easy, but it was never something she could’ve imagined. Victoria had told her as much as she could, having already had two babies of her own, but Max realised there was a big difference between hearing it and experiencing it, of truly understanding the pain. 

When Michelle’s words registered, she immediately grabbed onto Daniel’s wrist harder. 

“Don’t leave me, please, Daniel, you can’t leave-” 

“Maxy, I’m not gonna leave you I promise-” 

“-Daniel, you have to go, you can’t be here-” 

“‘Chelle, I swear to God, I am not leaving her. I am NOT!” Daniel never yelled, and maybe that was why Michelle gave up on arguing with him, instead leaving the room for a moment. 

Daniel crouched down next to Max, stroking her sweaty hair off her forehead and kissing her cheek gently. 

“I’m not leaving you, Maxy. I’ll be right here, yeah? Gotta be here to see you have our baby, don’t I?” 

Max could only nod helplessly as another wave of pain rushed over her, making her grab Daniel’s hand even harder. He kept stroking over her hair, whispering little things she could only half-make out: how much he loved her, how proud of her he was for this, how much he couldn’t wait to meet their baby, how he was never going to leave either one of them. 

The rest of it went by in a blur, but the only constant was Daniel. Holding her hand, stroking her hair, letting her lean back against him between pushes. And then she was there. Their daughter. Their perfect baby daughter, with ten little fingers and ten little toes. 

When the midwife placed her on Max’s chest, she could feel the heaving sobs from Daniel where he was pressed up against her. His big hands coming up to cover Max’s where they held their daughter so gently, his fingers stroking over her perfect little face. Neither of them could take their eyes off her, but Max leaned back ever so slightly, tilting her head to lean against Daniel’s as she whispered “she looks just like you”. 

It felt silly to speak louder than that, in the little bubble where only the three of them existed. Daniel’s chuckle shook through her body, the same way his crying did just moments before. 

“With a head like that, Maxy? She’s all you, through and through.” He whispered too, like he also couldn’t believe that this was happening, that this was real life. 

Max had to trace over her features, their perfect daughter’s perfect nose, the same way she always did with Daniel’s. 

“Not my nose though. This is of course yours.” 

“Your head and my nose, huh? Sounds like she’s ours then.” Max could hear the smile in Daniel’s voice, and she knew she had to see it. See his smile for the first time as a dad, in this new life for them. It was bigger and brighter than she could’ve ever imagined, even bigger than the first time he said he loved her, even bigger than on their wedding day. 

Easy as anything, Max reached out to place their daughter into Daniel’s arms for the first time. The same strong arms that had worked so hard for so many years, to provide for his parents and his sister and her children, and now for their little family, for their child. 

Daniel managed to tear his eyes away from the baby and meet Max’s properly for the first time. Seeing his smile widen, seemingly an impossible feat at that point, was enough to make her laugh, almost in disbelief. This was real. They were here. They had a daughter now. 

“So we’ve got our little Sophie, huh Maxy?” 

Even hearing the name out loud, the name that had been her mother’s, that would now be her daughter’s, was enough to bring fresh tears to her eyes. 

It had been so many years now since her mother had passed, but Max still missed her every day. She couldn’t help but wonder how she would feel about the woman Max had grown into, if she’d be proud. Max would like to think her mother would be. 

In the years they’d gotten with her, Sophie had always been loving and attentive, stepping in when their father thought she should leave it to the nannies. Max remembered curling up into her mother’s side as Sophie read her and little Victoria bedtime story after bedtime story, always agreeing to their pleas of “just one more story, mummy, please”, and how safe she’d felt there, hidden away from the coldness of her father. 

Max already knew that her daughter wouldn’t have those same experiences. She was so lucky to have Daniel as her father, would never know anything but love and support and warmth from him. 

Max could already picture him practicing his reading in preparation for her stories at bedtime, fighting the jumbled up letters for her. Max could also already picture how she’d join in, laying in the middle with Daniel’s head on one shoulder and little Sophie’s on the other, soothing them both to sleep with the same stories her mother once read her. 

#baby's first fic!!! #i have SO many thoughts about this verse... SO MANY!!! #i found the painting in a tumblr post and i tried to track down whose blog it's from and i COULD NOT FIND IT lmao #my fic #maxiel

[justhere4kpop]

Easy as Breathing

P.SH x Reader

W/C:1176

Genre: Fluff, Stay at Home, Date Night.

Summary: You finally can have a date night with your partner, what will you get up to? He is the love of your life after all. Don't forget some shenanigans with a kitten.

a/n: Happy Birthday to one of my best friends on the entire planet! @hwaightme I love you so so so much and I can't believe we've spent almost a year together on this rock! Thank you for always believing in me even when I couldn't and making every day a little brighter with your art and delulu, you mean the absolute world to me and I love our chaos crew! I love you so much! I can't wait for many more! Here's to you!!!! <3 <3 <3 (also thank you my love @pocketjoong for beta-reading <3)

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Dating Seonghwa was as easy as breathing, he fell into you like a missing puzzle piece and wamed your heart like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. He was there in the time you were studying for your degree and you were there as he and his group traveled across your home, attending his performances was something you had always promised to do whenever you could. He made sure to be there when you had graduated and you made sure that you were at the show for his birthday.

You had moved in together some time ago as you could never be away from each other long enough to keep your own place. Your home was cozy and minimal, it had lego displays and Star Wars memorabilia, a sofa big enough fo every member and yourself in the living space with a tv made for watching movies. The coffee table adorned with “The Star Wars Archives” “Star Wars Art.” and “Cabinet of Natural Curriosities.” A turntable adorned a corner of the room with speakers. Art hung on the wall, some you created, some you both had purchased from art fairs. The color palette was cooler, soft blacks and whites, a few accents of emerald and a pop of gold. Seonghwa had liked it for the rich vibes it gave him. You both had worked hard to make it into a home, this was your home. You remind each other it could be a cardboard box and it’d feel like home if you were together.

After what felt like Seonghwa being gone forever you both had settled on a date night, and while all your outdoor plans had been rained out or cancelled due to the weather you could still make the most of it. Grabbing umbrellas and ponchos you head to the local department store to pick up a few things, a lego set, snacks, a book or two, a puzzle, and a movie to potentially watch later.

“Okay I’ll start organizing the pieces into categories.” you said sitting at the now cleared off coffee table lego box open.

“Okay I’ll see where we should start.” Seonghwa smiled at you.

Lego building always starts peaceful but about halfway through you both are arguing if that’s the correct piece or if it’s actually the piece you’re holding because it looks more like the picture that way, you decide to make hot chocolate to get away from him and cool off because after all it is a silly argument, Lego building is very serious in this household, just ask your cat…also named Lego. The sweetest little black kitten with the brightest roud boba eyes. Seonghwa as a cat as you describe to your friends.

After your adventures in lego building you decide to do something a little active to wake up so maybe a few rounds of Just Dance, or as Hwa suggested a Youtube tutorial on aerobics. Then of course neither of you could decide on reading or the puzzle so you decide to snuggle up on the sofa and he reads to you while you lean against him, adjusting his glasses when they start sliding off his face since his arms are too full of you to keep them on his nose. You journey back to the lego building but of course you become distracted when Lego begins chasing the light reflected off your phone onto the floor. Your giggles becoming his favorite sound on the planet.

As the date night came to a close you made his favorites for dinner, a proper feast even. He held you close as you cleaned the kitchen and began waltzing with you as if in one of those old time movies with the big poofy dresses and gloves, him in a three piece suit. In reality you’re both in glasses and pajamas laughing as you stumble around the kitchen and listen to him humming. Finally settling in for the night back on the couch watching Kiki’s Delivery Service.

“Maybe we should get Lego, a Jiji.” Seonghwa smiled down at you.

“You sure you can handle two cats and a girlfriend Hwa?” you smiled back slightly.

“Well I’d have you to help out now wouldn’t I.” he pinched you slightly. You yelpped out in surprise.

“Yah! Park Seonghwa!” you hit him with a pillow.

“What’s like without a little spontaneity” he smiled and held your arms above your head before crashing his lip down on yours.

Lego jumped up on the table and let out a mighty roar. A tiny baby meow that stopped you both in your tracks.

“Yes sir Lego?” Seonghwa looked at the kitten who has yelled at his father.

“I think he said ‘Stop attacking mom.’” you chuckled from under the love of your life.

“She did start it Lego.” Hwa chuckled and scooped the kitten into his arms.

“Okay maybe we do need another cat since I now have no cat and no cuddles Hwa.” you pout gently.

“Well then, my little witch needs her Jiji doesn’t she?” he smiled and passed Lego into your arms and held you both close. “See this works much better doesn’t it.”

“It does……..PARK SEONGHWA!” you practically launched the kitten across the sofa and turned to hit the man who once again has found it in his enjoyment to torture his poor significant other while the cuddle on the couch.

“Have I ever told you how much I loved you.” he smiled as he stared into your eyes like they held the stars in the sky. 

“You could stand to mention it more now that you’re here.” you stuc your tongue out at him.

“I love you very much darling. Very. Very. Much.” he emphasized each very with a kiss to your lips. 

“You’ve now distracted me through the whole movie.” you chuckle and push him up gently.

“Alright alright, I give.” he sat back up and let you get comfortable.

It wasn’t long before the warmth of the blanket mixed with you partner in crime, a soft movie, and full stomach from too many snacks and tea began to drift you off to sleep.

“I do love you very very much my darling.” Seonghwa kissed the top of your head as you breathed peacefully without a care in the world.  Yes dating Seonghwa was as easy as breathing.

Bonus:

You awoke the next morning, it still dark and damp from the non-stop rain of the night, the soft patter on the window, Seonghwa arrived with a coffee just how you like it and his laptop under his arm.

“Good Morning Darling.” he smiled softly as you sat up and took the coffee.

“Mmm Mornin’ ” you mumbled.

“I was browsing for our very own Jiji this morning while I was waiting for your coffee to finish, I think I found the perfect one. Sure she’s not a black cat like the movie but-”

“She’s perfect Hwa.” you looked at the photo of the mostly black cat with a sweet little white star patch over her chest.

#cromernet #wonderlandnet #ateez x reader #ateez #ateez fanfic #baistander #bai ❤️🩷 #bai #hwaightme #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa imagines #happy birthday my love #cromersquad

[satanic-witchcraft]

Hello neighbor!

Please take this request if you like at your convenience.

If it's not too much trouble, I would like to kindly request a Wally recording from you. I really like your work and I thought I be brave to ask this special request.

I'm going to be vulnerable with you since you seem like a kind person. I've been dealing with strong feelings of loneliness due to no friends or family to rely on. I try very hard every day and try to be kind to brighten other's days. But my schedule is too busy and I have high social anxiety to make friends so I'm alone a lot.

I would really appreciate a recording of Wally saying how happy he is to see me everyday. That seeing me makes him feel happy, and how he loves spending time together with me even when doing small things. That seeing my smile makes him feel happy and brightens his day. That he would call me his little sunflower because seeing me makes him feel wonderful and happy.

Thank you,

You're the best 🌻🌻

I'm sorry things haven't been the easiest for you dear! I hope you're okay and that things get better!! <3 you are a very kind and important person! Don't ever forget that! Being lonely is very hard to handle, and I understand <3 it's going to be okay!

‼️please go support wally's ACTUAL voice actor, @DaFrankiestein!🩷🩷🩷‼️

The art & characters used are by clown/party coffin!🩷Go support them and donate to their Kofi of you can!

Subtitles, wally speaking: [phone ringing, phone gets picked up] Oh! Neighbor, Thank you for picking up the phone! Um.. I wanted to talk to you, oh no! It's nothing bad, really! Honestly.. I just... I wanted to say.. Thank you. Everything you've done.. And.. Everything you involve me in, you welcoming me into your life.. It means everything to me! Really it brightens my day to just.. See you.. Your smile is always so merry, and your heart is deeply kind! You mean everything to me... You are something special, and.. I hope I can see you.. Everyday! For a long.. Time.. You really mean everything to me. I never want to see your smile go away! And yes I can have a bit of a temper every now and then! But.. That doesn't take away how much I love you. Really.. You are just.. The most, Neighbor. Nothing makes my day brighter, than spending time with you! Everything you do.. Everything you say! It makes my heart soar.. And I deeply care about you.. Furthermore, neighbor! Never forget just how much I love you, that's deeply important to me. Even when times are tough, I'll always love you. You are after all.. My sunflower <3

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[ediblesunflowerlover]

You can't just give up

a/n: heyyy this is my first time doing this so I hope that it isn’t too bad, I got the idea of how y/n and Miguel met from @angel-eyes05“to leave the warmest bed I’ve ever know”, it’s an amazing story and I absolutely loved it and inspired me to write this 

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x spider!fem

Summary: You lose your brother after fighting yet another villain, you lay on the floor accepting death but Miguel saves you and you get a feel for him once you wake up

Notes: I do appreciate criticism, but please don't be a jerk for no reason. A few mentions of suicide and just a P.S this is most likely gonna get a little spicy if I continue to write this, of course a little fluff to balance it all out :)

Word count: 1,111 (Such a fun number lol)

Okay, I'm done talking, Enjoy :D 

I can’t believe he’s dead, my only and last family member. My head reels as I enter the apartment me and my older brother shared, he had finally achieved his dream of becoming a captain. I stumble through the apartment holding my bloody side, while using my other hand to use a wall or table nearby to support myself. I carefully walk into my room, feeling worse by the second. Noah…he worked so hard for that position, only to DIE TWO FUCKING DAYS LATER. I flew into a rage and knocked everything off my dresser and in the process fell to the ground, sobbing. The night he became official captain I cheered him on, his smile, and his eyes were brighter than I had ever seen them before. I didn’t even bother getting up, I just laid there accepting my fate, curling up into a ball. I can’t live on, I don’t want to be by myself. If I die…so be it. I took a deep exhale letting all my burdens go, I closed my eyes and a tear ran along down my face onto the floor. I thought about my brother who took care of me for as long as I can remember, he was always there for me and took on a parental role that he never asked for but he did it well. I can feel my body going numb and my breathing slowing. I felt the air almost lift up around me, my eyes were too heavy to lift up. Is this how it feels to die? I couldn't feel anything, it was silent.

I woke up in an unknown room. I tried to sit up to take a better look at my surroundings except I couldn’t, it hurt too much. I put my arm over my eyes and sigh. “Oh, so you are alive?” I heard a deep voice, there was a tall, muscular man entering the room and making his way over to me. I try to get up once again wincing in pain “Here let me help you”, he says grabbing my arm to help me sit up. “Thanks”, I say snatching my arm away apprehensively. I guess he noticed my hesitancy towards him, “I’ll save you the whole “spiderman backstory”” he said sitting down, “and just tell you I’m Miguel O’hara”. I looked at him for a second, “I’m not sure which is a more important question, where am I or how did I get here?” “Well you are in a medical room at Spider Society HQ” I take a deep breath, this is so confusing, I mean how did I get here in the first place. I look at Miguel again “And as to how I got here?” He remained silent and looked to the side. I’m not sure if I should trust him but I guess I'll give him a chance before I change my mind. There was silence for about a minute or two while I studied him, he had a strong jaw and very defined features. “You know, you shouldn’t just give up when life gets hard” he scolded me with his head still turned to the side. I scoff and roll my eyes, “Well maybe I had a goo-”, he snapped his head toward me “There is no such thing as a good reason to let yourself die” his eyes softened “…even if you lose everything.” He grabbed my hand and squeezed it, “I know what it’s like to lose someone you love, it’s heart wrenching and traumatizing” a tear drops down from my face and I quickly wipe it away “Is that really what he would’ve wanted?” At first I was angry that he would talk about Noah like he knows him, but then I thought about it and it’s not what he would’ve wanted. Noah would’ve given me his classic pep talks he always gave me, if it was right before a big exam, a performance, or a speech debate. “Never give up, and if you won’t do it for yourself” he looks me in my eyes practically staring into my soul, it is now that I notice his brown eyes have hints of red “do it for your brother and the people that need you, whether it’s now or in the future.” I look into his brown-reddish eyes, I’ve only known this guy for 30 minutes so why do I feel so connected to him right now. Like we share the same pain, I could feel us getting closer and closer, he radiates warmth. 

*Knock Knock Knock*

We turned to the door, “Miguel, you in there?” He let go of my hand and cleared his voice while standing up “Come in Peter”, a guy with a 12 o’clock shadow and a pretty big gut enters the room. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you-” he leans over to see around Miguel’s body to look at me, he waves and moves back to his original poster. I can hear him whisper “who’s that?” Miguel looks behind him at me, I give him a half smile. He leads Peter outside and closes the door behind him.

“Sooo who is she?”

“It’s a long story but I think she’d some good with us, and I don’t think it’d be a safe bet to leave her alone”

“Is she joining the society?”

“Are you against it?” It sounded like he was getting defensive 

“I mean not exactly, the more the merrier”

“Okay then, I’ll bring it up to the others and I’ll see if she’ll accept the offer”

“She seems like the head strong type, you really think she’s gonna go for it?”

“...let’s hope so”

Hmm a Secret Society, how interesting. Miguel enters the room and sits back down next to me. 

“Sorry about him he-”

“Is he in this secret society of yours?”

“Huh?” he seemed taken aback “How?”

“Every spiderman has their strengths, I just happen to have heightened senses, specifically hearing and sight. Although you also have to pay with something” I chuckle

“And what’s that?”

“I have no sense of smell, I will never get to experience what it’s like to smell a freshly baked apple pie” I sigh pretending to be sad

“You don’t seem too sad about it”

“Well that’s the thing, you can’t truly miss something you’ve never had, I mean for all I know I could hate the smell of apples” I smile at him

He just looked at me, not in disgust but in almost awe 

“Now tell me more about this secret society of yours” 

“It’s a lot”

“It’ll distract me from the pain” I say fanning myself “Woe is me”

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Hi hi !! Love your cod hcs!! And I apologise if I spammed them.

They pretty much made me smile today since ive been binging on them. If it's okay can I ask for some of the cod boys comforting a medic reader and their new employer is just a dick. Where reader works so much over time(even during sick days), maybe the boys get worried because reader's body is just basically telling them, they need rest?

My job has been kinda crappy lately and I've considered finding another clinic to work at because some staff get treated like shit while others are put on a pedestal.

ᙖᥱttᥱɾ Ꙇᥙᥴƙ ᥒᥱxt tɩຕᥱ

Task Force 141 + gn! Reader

Hey Love! First of all, thank you so much for helping people that need you. I wish you the best and I hope you find a clinic that gives you what you deserve. Please don’t forget to also take care of yourself <3 I love you!

And thank you so much 🥺 This literally means so much to me <3 Spam as much as you want, I literally don’t care. In fact, it always makes me happy 😋

I hope you like this<3 LOVE YOU💖💖💖💖

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You were working in the infirmary for the Task Force 141 and other units. You had proven yourself to be an indispensable asset to the team, healing their physical wounds and bringing warmth to their hearts. You were their favorite. They knew they could come to you running and you would catch them with open arms. Always having a smile on your face and shining brighter than all the stars combined. They were lucky to have someone motivated and happy medic like you.

However, it wasn't long before the demands of your new employer began to take a toll on your well-being. The team noticed the exhaustion etched in the lines of your face, the dark circles under your eyes and the way you pushed yourself beyond your limits, even working during sick days. They noticed how you slowly lost your smile as each day passed and you started to look like you hadn’t slept for weeks. This started to worry the boys since they weren’t used to this side of you.

Kyle was the first to speak up, concern lacing his voice. "I think that you've been pushing yourself too hard. It's okay to take a break sometimes, you know?" he said softly.

You attempted to brush off his worry with a smile, but it couldn't hide the weariness in your eyes. "I'm fine, really" you replied, trying to convince yourself as much as you tried to convince him. He looked sad and you could read it off of his face. You healed his wound and told him to not overwork himself. Oh how bad he wanted to say that you shouldn’t either. But he didn’t. He didn’t want to provoke you.

It didn’t take too long until Simon entered the room. You turn to look at him and give him a smile but he couldn’t feel your smile to his heart like he usually would. Whenever you smiled at him, it felt like the whole world was smiling at him. But today he didn’t feel like the whole world was smiling at him.

Simon leaned forward, making it hard for you to not look at him, yet his voice gentle was stern. "You're not fine" he said, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours. "We can see it, I can see it, and it's not worth risking your health for us" you couldn’t look at him any longer so you looked down, not answering him. From outside, you and Simon could hear the new employee yell at you to come and do something instead of just sitting. Without looking back, you turned around and got out of your room, leaving Simon alone. And he was holding him back from snapping at the newbie to fuck off.

John Price, the wise captain of the Task Force came around a day later and greeted you with a warm smile he had saved. Just for you.

"How is my favorite medic?" he asked and you gave him a warm smile. Or let’s say you tried. "You lost weight, Y/N. I‘m worried you’re not doing fine. Anything you wanna talk about?" he stated, causing you to look at yourself and then back at him. "No sir. I‘m working out at home. That’s probably why." you reply, desperately trying to close the conversation but he doesn’t let you.

"What’s with your eyes then? Why do they look so tired if you’re okay?" he hits a spot in your heart and the tears are threatening you to fall any second. "I watched a sad movie last night. Still hurts. That’s all. Anything else captain?" your voice id trembling. You hope he says no and leaves because if he doesn’t, he will get to see you cry in front of him. And you don’t want him to see that.

"Come here" he opens his arms and hugs you tightly. You can’t help but let the tears fall down your eyes and ruin the makeup you put on to cover the dark circles around your eyes. "It’s okay. You just need a rest. Please take a few days off, for yourself. You need to rest Sweetheart."

You hesitated, torn between your dedication to the team and the need to care for yourself. But you know that if you leave, you’re gonna have to work harder because of the new doctor around here.

As the days passed, the team grew increasingly worried as they saw the toll that constant work was taking on you. Your body was showing clear signs of exhaustion and the concern in their eyes intensified.

Again, kyle entered the med bay, a determined look in his eyes. "Y/N" he said, his voice unwavering, "I know you've been neglecting your own well-being, but we won't let you do it anymore."

He revealed a small cut on his arm, deliberately made. "If you won't take care of yourself," he continued, "I'll have to take care of you."

In that moment, the weight of his worry and love for you became too much to bear. Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded, finally allowing yourself to accept their care and concern.

With the help of the team, Price had a conversation with your boss behind your back and reported what’s going on and ensured that you were given a few days off to rest. The boys rallied around you, bringing you snacks, food and making sure you stayed hydrated.

Simon spoke up with a grin, "Hey there doc." he said playfully "have a whole team to take care of you now."

A genuine smile graced your lips as you felt the warmth of their care surrounding you. "Thank you" you said softly.

Johnny clapped you on the shoulder. "We're a team" he said, his voice filled with camaraderie "and can we take care of our own. And of you. That’s the least we can do"

In the days that followed, you finally allowed yourself to rest, your body and soul. The boys were there every step of the way, ensuring you got the rest and care you needed.

You were thankful to whoever was listening to you. They were family to you and whenever you needed someone, they were there for you. It’s the least they can do and pay off the times you overworked so they were doing fine. And now they are taking care of you until you stand up again and send them to bed to rest.

#call of duty #fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #simon ghost riley #call of duty fanfic #simon riley #cod #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #john price #task force 141 #tf141 #call of duty kyle #call of duty ghost #call of duty soap #cod soap #john price cod #cod price #simon riley x reader #cod mw2

[inkrabbit]

Hi!

I had an idea for Copia because I think his reaction would be adorably hilarious, but please feel free to do this for anyone else if it makes it easier :)

May I request a story where Copia finds out that his s/o has nipple piercings? It could be when he was Cardinal or Papa. Either one would be amazing. <3 Thank you

You two had been together for a while. It all started out when you first joined and you two had properly been introduced on your own in the library. He had seen you reading from one of the thick books, your notebook opened as you jotted things down. He knew what you were working on and had, eventually, decided to make his way over to you.

“Do you… ah… need some help?” he offered when he noticed how you grumbled under your breath, not having flipped the page in a while. When you looked up at him with that surprised, confused expression, his heart nearly stopped. Your eyes were so beautiful and he felt like he could get lost just staring into them.

“Oh. Do you know about this?” you asked. He nodded, pulling up a chair so he could sit with you.

“Sì. I studied it not too long ago.” He did his best to give you a charming smile, but he’s sure he just looked like a grinning fool. “I am Copia! The Cardinale.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you around. A pleasure.” And your name ricocheted around in his head when you told him it. It was beautiful and it suited you.

He wanted to say that such a gorgeous name matched such a gorgeous face. Instead, all that came out was a shaky, “Ah! What a name for a face! I mean… you have a pretty face. I mean-”

He tries to forget that encounter ever happened, but your smiling face did make his heart flutter. You also asked him to come back the next day, and the day after that, just to help you study. After a couple weeks, he learned that you didn’t care to study. You had explicitly told him that you just wanted to spend time with him, and you figured that was the easiest way to do it. It certainly worked, and he had been pleasantly surprised with your confession.

So he decided to set up a little date, just in the garden for you two. One date had turned into two, which had eventually turned into several more. It surprised him just how close you two got in such a short amount of time and just how hard he fell for you. You two had told each other everything, either venting about the day you’ve had or sharing little secrets.

Your relationship started slow, but you had eventually started spending more and more nights in his room. He always wanted to be a gentleman. He didn’t want to scare you off with carnal desires. So he kept his hands to himself and always waited for you to make the first move.

Your move tonight, however, had surprised him. Kissing was common between you two, as was one of you deepening it into a heavy make-out session. But tonight, you decided to crawl into his lap, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck. His face burns brighter than any fire the ghouls could produce, his hands hesitantly resting on your waist. Your tongue is still in his mouth, mapping out every inch like you have time and time again.

It takes him a bit of time (and some hair tugging on your end) but he finally lets his hands roam your body. Up your back, gently squeezing your shoulders before sliding them down your arms. He lets out a soft moan when you roll your hips against his. He continues his journey up your body, past your ribs and to your chest. He decides to be brave, rolling his thumbs across your nipples and making you gasp. But it’s an odd feeling. There’s something hard beneath your shirt and he pulls back.

“What is this, amore?” he asks softly, his thumb stroking over the hard surface next to your nipple. “Are you okay?”

“Copia- Copia that’s my nipple piercing.” His face flushes from the embarrassment at the sound of that. He hears you laugh but he can’t tear his gaze away from your shirt. A nipple piercing. You had one of those. Or… two of those? “You do know what they are, right?”

“Sì. I believe Sodo has them, but…” He gives you a timid smile. “I didn’t know you had them as well.”

You dip your head down, lips against his ear. “Would you like to see them, Cardinal?” You end your question with a nip to his earlobe. He lets out a soft whimper but still nods his head.

“Sì, amore,” he breathes. He watches you in awe as you lift your shirt up and over your head. Your bare torso is on full display for him, as are the silver barbells.

“Do you like them?” The question barely registers in his mind, but he lets out a soft hum. His hand comes back up again, gently stroking your nipple. His eyes drift up to you when you let out a soft gasp.

“You just keep surprising me, my little mouse,” he muses. Though his face is still red, he feels more confident. Your lips are parted as you stare down at him, watching as he moves forward and presses a gentle kiss to your nipple. He lets his tongue dart out, giving you experimental licks. Your hands return to his hair, fingers threading through and softly pulling as he sloppily removes his gloves. He has to touch you. The desire is becoming too much. Once his hand is free, he brings it up to play with your other nipple, hearing the way you moan and whimper above him. Your hips are rolling against his again and he’s rocking up to meet you.

“You truly are perfect, you know this, sì?” he asks, a smile on his face as he pulls back to look up at you. You match his smile, sliding your hands down to slowly undo the zipper on his jacket.

“Let’s see how perfect you are.”

#requests #cardinal copia #gn!reader #copia x reader #ghost #ghost band #semi 18+

[lyranova]

Hiya Lyra! 3, 7, and 23 for the excerpt asks please? Thank you!! 💕

Hiya Acacia! Of course you may, and I answered all of these with Zerilliam since I know you love them so much 🥹! I hope you enjoy~!

3 that encompasses my style

Tbh I don’t really know what my style is, i’ve been writing for many years and yet I still don’t know what my style is ahwjwhsjw 😅. But I guess this little Zerilliam snippet from an upcoming chapter of “Mocha Dreams and Earl Grey Realities” encompasses my sillier style 😆!

“ WHAT ARE YOU THINKING VANGEANCE?!” He mentally shouted at himself as his cheeks burned even hotter at his inappropriate thoughts. “ ZERA IS INNOCENTLY TRYING TO TEACH YOU HOW TO APPLY EYELINER AND THIS IS WHERE YOUR MIND GOES?! HAVE YOU NO SHAME?!”

“ Penny for your thoughts, William?” Zera suddenly whispered warmly into his ear, her voice sounding a little more seductive than before. William felt his heart, and his body, jump in surprise.

“ I-It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” William tried to tell her as he cleared his throat and looked away, Zera hummed, sat back a little, and tapped the eyeliner pencil against her cheek in thought.

“ Hmm, don’t tell me,” She began after a moment, a mischievous smile suddenly worked its way onto her face. “ Were you…having naughty thoughts about me?”

“ Absolutely not! I’m a gentleman.” He quickly and firmly denied, his face turning even redder (how that was possible, he wasn’t sure), and he quickly looked away from her.

“ Ooh a quick and firm denial…that means you totally were!” She teased with a chuckle, only making him clear his throat again.

“ I…was not.”

“ You were!” She squealed in delight, making him sigh and shake his head, but also cause a small smile to tug on his lips.

7 that i nursed in a daydream before finally writing

This scene from “Dandelion Wishes” chapter 6 is a little daydream I nursed after coming up with Zera, and I was going to make it a oneshot, but instead added it to Dandelions 😁!

‘That’s it. This is where and how I die. Rika always told me my mouth and bullheadedness was going to get me in trouble one day!’ Zera thought dramatically as she closed her eyes.

But instead of feeling a spell hit her, she felt the man let go of the front of her dress. She fell right onto the ground and opened her eyes as she heard the men shouting.

“ C-Captain Vangeance?!” She shouted as she watched the man use his World Tree magic to grab the men and tie them up.

“ Get your hands off of my wife.” He told the man in front of him calmly as he used his magic to hold him off the ground, but as Zera and others noticed, despite his calm demeanor, there was a fiery anger burning in his eyes.

“ ‘W-W-Wife’?!” Zera nearly squeaked as her face turned a bright shade of red and her heart skipped a beat.

Wait, her heart skipped a beat? Just because Captain Vangeance called her his wife? No…Zera’s face burned an even brighter shade of red. This couldn’t be happening!

She couldn’t be having feelings for the Captain of the Golden Dawn!

23 that was inspired by a work from another medium (music, visual art, dance, etc.)

This Zerilliam request from my 600 event was inspired by the song “By Your Side” by Jonas Blue and RAYE, and it’s what kicked off the Gods!AU brainrot 😆!

“ You…want me to come back to you? Even though I lied and hid my identity from you?” He asked, the surprise in his eyes going into his voice, and she nodded.

“ I’m not happy you lied and hid it from me, but deep down…I think I always knew there was something different about you,” Zera muttered with a small shrug. “ And it doesn’t matter, even though I still find it hard to believe, it doesn’t matter. Because…you’re still you, and I still love you.”

William blinked when she suddenly rushed towards him and wrapped her arms around his middle and buried her face into his chest, his body stiffened a bit in surprise before he relaxed and wrapped his arms around her as well.

“ So you can leave, and take care of what you need to, and I’ll still be here,” She told him, the tears in her eyes slowly seeping through his shirt, leaving a trail of wet spots. “ Just not tonight. I’m gonna hold your hand and keep you close, and I won’t let you go, not tonight. So please…keep me by your side.”

Williams heart beat rapidly in his chest as he heard Zera’s words, she wasn’t angry, she wasn’t pushing him away like he thought she would. Instead, she was holding him closer, silently asking for him to stay with her, by her side, for at least tonight. And for now he would take it, and just relish being with her tonight, since he wasn’t sure when, or if, they would ever get the chance to be together again.

#asks #acacia💜 #my lovely mutuals #writing ask game #thanks for asking! #zerilliam #zera x william #william x zera #dandelion wishes #black clover

[ksbbb]

ur okay to answer all of the questions? 🤭😅😆

😂😂😂 for you? I will 🫂

list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)? A lot of material to work with considering we have to fill in gaps. Multiple characters to use. Lost of works to explore and plus there’s so many head canons that you can get lost and have a whole day to fill. 😂 they finished the show too. I will add that. Some shows get canceled.

A head cannon you weren’t sure about at first but you have come to like?

Liam not being able to cook. It sounds silly but at first I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and I enjoy the thought of Theo being the cook and perfectionist with it.

a character that fandom has helped you appreciate?

Derek Hale. LISTEN. Don’t come for me. Originally I didn’t like Derek because he was mean to Scott at first and I didn’t like how he threw Isaac out of the loft with no place to go. 😤 however, I’ve come to the conclusion through the fandom that he has grown and he went through a lot. He also did come back to help Scott.

say something nice about a ship you don't ship (it can be another ship in your fandom, a mutual's OTP, etc)

Stalia. Stiles helping Malia and them looking out for each other was always really sweet to me.

Something you see in fics a lot and love

Theo moving in with Liam. I think we have established this happened for real in our teen wolf world.

Something you see in art a lot and love

Theo and Liam in Theo’s truck driving around.

your favorite tropes to read/write/draw

Enemies to lovers

Sharing a bed

Reluctant friends/allies

you hope more people will come to appreciate ___ (a ship, a trope, an episode, etc)

Season 5 . Yes it was a little rough and a lot of holes, but we got Theo and the chimera pack. It also gave a horror type vibe which I loved .

Plus plus… we were introduced to

A ship that isn’t your OTP but you enjoy

Scisaac. I don’t think anything else needs to be said.

a blog (mutual or one you follow) that has made your fandom experience brighter

@thiamsxbitch @wolfboy88

If you’re a writer or an artist what work are you proud of making? 

Hmmm. I think I always come back to this but

your favorite type of fandom event (gift exchange, ship week, secret santa, prompt meme, etc)

Thiam gift exchange was fun. I also liked the thiam reverse big bang and seeing all the artwork

Compliment someone else in your fandom

Well… that’s hard fjfjfj. I like everyone but I will say that green zone is the best written fic I’ve read in a long time. @chasing-chimeras

A ship that always makes you smile 

Scira . 💙💙 so wholesome

A character that always makes you smile

Scott

A thing in canon that everyone loves that you also love

Morey. I mean, Jeff didn’t screw that up in in the show. The movie we won’t discuss .

tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate

The development of Derek and Scott’s relationship from angry stand offish allies to brothers. I think it’s cute and now that I like Derek I love it. 😂

Your first fandom

Vampire diaries but I wasn’t a writer or artist for it

Your current fandom

Teen wolf

All American

Shadow and bone

Supernatural

a fandom you're not active in anymore but that you still really like

Vampire diaries

A fandom friend you have known the longest

@waterloou 🫂

the fandom you're curious about because of a mutual

Hmm 🤔 idk. I’d have to think but one tree hill has been on my mind to watch because of you @thiamsxbitch

how has fandom positively impacted your life?

I met some fantastic people and for that I will be eternally thankful

A piece of advice for taking care of yourself in fandom spaces?

Take breaks and don’t look at numbers. It’s easy to get lost in it but what’s important is that you enjoy what you’re doing. If you don’t like it and it becomes a constant stress for more likes or comments, then it’s time to step away.

It should be fun

#answered #fandom asks #fjfjfjft this was a mouthful #thanks for the asks!

[sashi-ya]

hiii! for your event, if slots are still open could you please do prince!sanji and female reader NSFW with the prompt masquerade ball? eee i love this event and your writing and ik sanji would just be so romantic and sweet

Hi anon! of course! I hope you enjoy this sweet prince dancing and being all romantic (and maybe a little naughty). Thank u for requesting! 💖

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖜 ~ 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊! 𝖁𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖏𝖎 𝖝 𝕱! 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ~ 𝕭𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖐

tw: soft! nsfw. inspired on Sanji's canon story. He is a prince from Germa kingdom. Still suffers his brother's bullying. Kinda angsty, but with a beautiful ending, trust me :3

wc: 2.8k

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“How many times do I have to tell you princes don’t cook for others, Sanji?”. “Sanji, you are a prince, you are royalty. Royalty is served”. “If you dare to go into the kitchen once again, you will end up locked in the dungeons!”

Prince Sanji was fed up with those words. Prince Sanji only wanted to bake, to whip, to create. Prince Sanji often found himself writing recipes he couldn’t execute and overwhelmed by the amount of them piling up on a side of his desk.

But dreaming was the last thing the blonde lost, and Sanji once found the way to get closer to his dreams; And it was you, the cook, the beautiful cook of his castle.

You, working hard to serve the royals enjoy every little moment of your time in the kitchen. Sometimes it’s hard, having some emotionless princes throwing a tantrum at you because they didn’t like the food you prepared for them. Though, it is just a childish thing they do, you are used to it. Just a simple change and the spoiled young pals will devour your delicious food.

Yet not all of the princes are the same way. There is one, a star, a sun that shines brighter in the palace, Prince Sanji. Oh, what a lovely guy. He is sweet, he is humble, and he only likes one thing on this planet (besides beautiful women): to cook. He only wants to cook. But, of course, he can’t. He is not allowed to cook, not even to come around the kitchen. The king has prohibited you to let him in and if he knew you do, you will probably end up death.

But those blue puppy eyes Sanji has were worth the risk, and so after many nights of him insisting, you finally let him enter.

“Thank you so much for this (Name)-san, I promise that if my dad knows about this, I will take all the blame!” he swore, almost kneeling before you.

“It’s ok, my Prince. Please, stand up. You shouldn’t be kneeling!” you told him, reaching for his hand to help him stand up. His eyes showed stars when your hand grazed his palm, but he didn’t act like he normally does around women. He was calmed and collected, and he was eager to put his hands to work.

Many nights, when the whole crew went to sleep, you waited for him. He came on tip toes, excited every time, bringing with him new ideas that next day his family devoured during breakfast. You could see in his eyes how excited he was when his siblings and dad tasted his own gourmet creations without knowing.

Slowly but surely your heart began to beat only for him, and the most beautiful moment of your day was always when during the night he would come and cook with you. But Sanji was a prince, and everything would come to an end sooner or later…

“(Name)-chwan! I have a wonderful idea for tomorrow!” Sanji chimes, bringing with him a basket full of flowers and ingredients. He smiles happily, but a blueish mark decorates the socket of his eye.

“Prince Sanji! What happened to your eye?!” you run towards him, quickly grabbing a little packet of butter from the refrigerator. “Here, let me put this on you. It will make your bruise heal faster… what happened?”  you mumble coming closer to him with painful expression.

He lets you treat him, even if care isn’t something that he is used to receive. He giggles, always with that sweet smile over his face, painful marks often covering his arms, but never once he cried.

Sanji’s eyes look right towards the basket with fresh eggs waiting for him, but not at you while you apply the cold greasy ointment. You understand he is uncomfortable, but still, you continue to do so. “I’m sorry my prince, but… what happened to you? Was one of your brothers again?” you ask, clearly meddling where you shouldn’t.

“Uh… yeah, Niji. But it’s ok, as long as I can keep cooking with you” he says, once again smiling yet flinching as the punch must be painful. You sigh, it’s so sad to see such a beautiful soul like Sanji to be tortured or bullied…

“I’m really sorry, Prince Sanji” you whisper. “Tell me about your idea…” you continue because you noticed how ashamed he looked before you.

His eyes instantly shine brighter than before, and his gentle smile transforms into a big one. “I thought about a cake! But, with a twist! A special cream for the filling. Let me show you” he says, excited, leaving the basket over the counter and rolling up his sleeves.

“3 Eggs, 200 grams of powder sugar, vanilla beans, and my special ingredient… poppy seeds!” he chimes, showing you the neatly written recipe on an old book he carries with him everywhere in case someone dares to stole it from his room. His most precious treasure.

You have fun cooking and whispering, and nothing makes you happier than to be with him and make him smile at least for some hours. You are a little bit worried, though. Tomorrow night, a big masquerade ball will be hosted at the castle and Sanji shouldn’t be wasting time in here, but rather sleeping since the party is for no other reason than for him to choose his future wife.

“My prince, don’t you think you should be resting tonight? Tomorrow’s a big day for you” you ask, while he whisks the third batch of cream on a huge bowl.

His smile slowly fades. “I know, (Name)-chwan. But let me stay a little longer, as a farewell” he says, breaking your heart without even knowing so. Of course, he was talking about saying goodbye to cooking, but your heart felt otherwise.

Sanji, as the gentleman he is, quickly noticed your mood change. “What is it…?” he asks stopping the beating motion of his hand. You gifted him a fake smile, trying to articulate the “it’s nothing” words, but unable to do so. You are more focused on stopping the tears that want to escape from your eyes.

“Hey!” Sanji chimed, smearing a little bit of cream on the tip of your nose. You giggled and realized you shouldn’t suffer now, you will have time once it’s all over but up until then he will be here, next to you. “Prince Sanji!” you protested, laughing. Doing the same as him, over his perfect pointy nose.

The night went by in between laughter and the crippling pushed back feeling of a farewell and until the sun rose Sanji and you cooked that perfect cake for the ball…

“Good night, my prince. Try to catch some rest” you tell him, untying your apron, also getting ready to sleep for less than two hours until your shift starts again.

Sanji smiles, and as he leaves the kitchen, he stops to tell you the most beautiful yet sad words you have ever listened… “I will, (Name)-san! Please try to do the same. And thank you, I will never forget this… this will remain in my memory as the only beautiful moments from my life!”

You nod at him, containing the tears that couldn’t stop pushing to be freed in your eyes. And as soon as he left, your knees touched the ground and your cheeks bathed in salty products of a broken heart. “Sanji…” you whispered; well aware your beautiful dream has finally come to an end.

But just like in fairy tales, the real-world version of your godmother appeared right at the kitchen entrance… “(Name)?” she asked, dressed in a tight, sexy pink dress. “Reiju-sama?” you ask, conflicted and scared as you are sure she saw Sanji just leave.

“Stand up, honey. We have to talk…”

Sanji’s red cape flows as he walks with a sad expression behind his brothers. Ichiji and her wife, Niji and Yonji as always smirking at the people around them, and Reiju waving her hand in a soft motion proper of a butterfly. Masks cover their faces, Sanji wearing a simple black one.

Inside the hall, where an orchestra plays exquisite songs and the many skirts of young noble women dance with it, everybody waits for the third son of Vinsmoke Judge. Vinsmoke Sanji, will be choosing her wife tonight from a list of fine royal descendants; beautiful young women, that will ensure Germa 66 Kingdom prosperity.

Sitting on the higher throne, the soon to be King emeritus, Vinsmoke Judge, has his eyes fixed on Sanji. A sight that penetrates him, making Sanji shiver and willing to run away. Far, far away.

Brothers and sister sit on their respective lower velvety red thrones. Sanji, sitting in the middle of them swallows and looks at the big cake over the sweets table. Everybody seems to be in love with it, and the many invitees enjoy the beautiful creation, drooling and waiting to have a slice from it. And the poor prince, sighing, could only remember your smile when he smeared some of that sweet cream over your nose.

“Brother… you better behave like the prince you are” Ichiji tells him smiling, yet as if he was scolding him beforehand. “You should pick a bitch soon, brotheeeer” Yonji, the younger of them all insists. And since that moment Sanji prefers to close his eyes and focus his hearing on the melodies of the violins and piano.  

As the orchestra plays the “Under The Skies of Paris” waltz, Sanji thinks about you. His favourite cook. “She must be cooking now… How I wish she would have some time to rest…” he says to himself, imaging you being there waiting for him dressed in a beautiful blue, all blue, princess dress. Because Sanji never told you, but he found not only happiness in you, but also a reason to live.

Sanji was madly, deeply in love with you.

Feathers and rhinestones garnish the masks of the courtesans attending the ball, and soon Sanji will have to dance with them. Contrary to what he would normally feel, he isn’t happy to be closer to beautiful young ladies and he would only prefer to be cooking with you.

Finally, the King announces it’s time to dance and so Sanji stands up. Dragging his feet towards the centre of the dancing hall he gets stopped by his sister. “Sanji… I’m sure you will be able to choose the right one for you”

Giggling the first lady starts dancing with him, her mask and her dress in pink and beautiful jewels covered her neck. The next, dressed in a composé of greenish tones looks appealing to Sanji’s eyes, but still none of them have made his heart beat faster as you do.

One by one, they dance with him. Extremely gently Sanji smiles at them, though his sky eyes never shine. Princesses and noblesse, all of them feel rejected and her faces show the discomfort. Discomfort the next king, Ichiji, notices.

He comes closer to his brother and discreetly elbows him. “Sanji… what is it? Just pick one of them, they are all really beautiful…” he whispers, not badly but seriously. “I’m sorry, I will choose one of them” he gives up.

“Uh Sanji? You still have to dance with one last girl” Reiju says, grabbing the hand of a lady, dressed in all blue, with a mask covering her face that could only let her eyes flash.

Sanji, already sad and broken, crosses her sight with the lady’s. Reiju deposits her hand on his palm and walks back…

“He looks so beautiful wearing his prince uniform” you think, as one of his hands lands on your waist and “Aquarium” by Camille Saint Saens starts playing. It feels like a dream, a dream come true by your godmother.  

As your dress flows with the many swirls, you two take in the middle of the dancefloor, you remember last night’s words of Princess Reiju. “My brother has never been happier than when he is with you. And I know how much you love him. Would you make me a favour, (Name)-san?... wear my dress, and dance with him tonight. He will choose you, I’m sure he will”

His dancing moves reminds you of the sea, of the soft rocking motion of the waves on a boat. A boat that sails towards the horizon, towards freedom.

Blue like your dress, his iris scans yours. Sanji is suddenly interested in you; he feels the same way he feels when he is in the kitchen and his heart finally beats harder and faster.

“What’s your name, lady?” he asks, trying to discover your face under your mask. “I’m… (Name)” you whisper, ripping a gasp from his lips. You are afraid, has he recognized you?

“What’s the secret ingredient of the filling of that cake?” he asks, urging for you to confirm it’s really you. You smile, of course he knows who you are.

“Poppy seeds, my prince”

Sanji squeezes your hand in excitement, and his white teeth flash as a beautiful happy smile invades his face. And as the music had change, and the Blue Danube plays he dances with you showing to everyone the mysterious lady in blue has won the heart of the prince. Who cares if you are just a servant, probably Reiju will manage to make you look like a noble too.  

King Judge feels proud, even if he doesn’t know who you are, that his son has accomplished his commitment. Reiju and Ichiji too, they know. Yonji hasn’t noticed yet, and Niji is nowhere to be found, probably “dancing” in the back with some courtesan.

And as everybody finally understands the Prince has already chosen her future wife, the attention slowly falls over other happenings in the party. As for Sanji and you, with cheeks that hurt from smiling and feet that do from dancing, it’s time to perhaps take another step…

“Follow me, my Princess” Sanji says, grabbing your hand and running outside the castle. Your dress plays with the breeze of the main entrance and the roses he lovingly visits once in a while are now the witness of your romance dawn.

Slowly, Sanji takes your mask off. He knows your face, for sure he does, but he wanna see you once again under the moonlight of a cold September night. “You look beautiful tonight” he whispers, fixing some tufts of hair that fall over your face.

Your cheeks burn, it feels extremely unreal. “Thank you, My Prince. You too” you say, fixing your view in the golden brooch that keeps his red cloak closed. “Don’t look down, you are allowed to look me in the eyes…” he says, passing his fingers under your chin and lifting your head up with utmost delicacy.

His lips come closer to yours, but before the first magical kiss, Sanji says one more thing… “Remember when I told you cooking with you will remain in my memory as the most beautiful times of my life? Well, let’s start again, shall we?”

Meeting mouths melt in the most romantic and sweet first kiss. His hands rest on your waist, and yours on his chest. The blue in your dress contrasts so beautifully with his red cape and it reflects in the pond right next to you. Some notes from the music inside gets to your ear but you can only hear your beating hearts.

Foreheads pressed to rest when your lips hurt from kissing so much, sights that want more, so much more. And even if it sounds indecent, your souls, your bodies want to melt with the other. And so, while both walk into the little forest next to the castle your clothes lay on the ground creating a path towards your intimacy.

His milky white skin shines with the moonlight, many bruises still cover his flesh. Bruises you kiss, one by one, curing with butterfly pecks the scars of living there. Sitting on his lap, nudity against nudity. Purity that slowly fades away, lustful instincts taking over, yet so delicately, so lovingly and respectfully.

Mars meeting Venus, his masculinity blooming, and you feeling him so deep of your own flower. His hands pressing the small of your back as your hips rest over his lap. The scent of his skin, sweet, sweet like vanilla, invades your senses. His kisses on your neck, on your chin, on your lips. Passion, only passion.  In and out, up, and down. Shaky breaths, bumpy skins, two halves joining in one.

Panting and sweating, the rhythm increasing. The need to be even closer, deeper, melting one on the other. Your nails carving marks on his back, his wet kisses on your chest. Devotion, fondness for the other. Relishing in the taste of the original sin, where love takes over and your bodies experience the unstoppable climax.

“I love you, My Princess” he says under his raptured breath.  “I love you, too… My Prince” you breathe back, while a knot snap in your lower stomachs and your fingers interlock in pure rhapsody…

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[deancaskiss]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ⭐️

thank you for sending this! I’ve been in a bit of a slump lately with how drained work is making me, so here’s 5 things that have made me happy recently or things I look forward to :)

1) my dog, rocket. losing my other dog max has been incredibly hard, and it’s like rocket knows it and has given so much extra love to us lately and it just makes me happy to have him in our lives

2) @passengerseatcas always and forever because even on my bad days they’re here for me and they remind me how loved I am and I’m just really lucky to have them in my life

3) music, right now that’s especially dan and shay, jonas brothers, alana springsteen, and taylor swift

4) the holidays because this is my favorite time of year and having all the cheer and joy around me makes things brighter and happier

5) a tie between cowboys football games because that’s my team that’s my boys and every week I look forward to game day, and hollyoaks clips because even though it’s a soap-op it’s one of my favorite things and I look forward to seeing the clips every day

Bonus: 6) I recently watched the maze runner movies again with my family for the first time in a couple years and I’m back in my newtmas feels and that’s made me happy too

#asked and answered #cassiopeiainthequeerroses

[that-wizard-oki]

Just wanted to say that I’ve been following you for a *while* and even though I don’t use Tumblr very much or interact with the wizzy fandom anymore, I still have your notifications on and whenever I see a post from you, it sparks joy.

Also little posts you write about your experiences working with KI give me a lot of hope. I’m a student and recently did a whole major-change thing so that I’m now studying with the end-goal of entering the video game industry, and seeing stuff you post gives me a weird sense of hope (I don’t know if that’s the right word- I just got home from a 10-hour shift that was preceded by 3 lectures so it’s a bit foggy in my brain. Just wanted to say this now because I know that if I didn’t do it now, I would keep putting it off).

Just wanted to say thank you. You make a lot of peoples’ days brighter. :)

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for a few days and I just wanted to say it made me cry real tears the first time i read it. To be frank I've had a really, really tough past 6 or so months with my health issues. There was a brief time where I wasn't sure if I could work it was so bad, which of course was an awful thought to have just starting out at KI. I've been through lots of shit in my life, but one thing that always grounded me was this community. It's both an escape from reality, but also has allowed me to connect with people even when I couldn't get out of bed, both in the past, and now. I'm doing a decent amount better now, but I can still be hard not to get in your own head about things, and for a good many months earlier this year, I felt like I couldn't escape my own mind and body. It was scary, and still is at times.

But messages like this really put into perspective how my presence has an impact on others. The notion that people i've never really met who look forward to my little posts and content honestly keep me going when things get tough. It so small but gives me reason to not give up. I want to keep going for you all.

Pardon the sappy talk, but genuinely, thank you anon. I have no doubt in my mind you'll achieve your own goals in the industry, and I would love to support you and any others as much as I can who're in a similar boat.

I love you all so much <3

#y'all are like my mana <3 #oki answers a thing #anon