#congratulations you got my favorite of the hms

[purpleleafsyt]

Mind for the ask game?

Mint :>

[helluvapoison]

hey! saw your blog n thought u were like super fuckin cool- so yk can I request a vox x wife!teader and vox accidentally forget their anniversary? it's fine if jot, have a good day/night!!

Vox x Reader

Sitting in Hell’s Kitchen, the finest restaurant of Pride Ring, staring at an empty chair across from you, you decide to find out for yourself just where the fuck your husband is today of all days

• Vox was zipping through cables and wires all over the house to look for you. He checked your favorite spots first but, to his chagrin, you weren’t there

• The money making, signature smile he always wore began slipping on one side when his phone buzzed to life, your icon taking over his screen

• “Darling! I just got home,” Irritation had his voice glitching, “Where are you?”

• “Hm. Late night?” You asked, pettily avoiding the question

• “I-? Yeah, yes,” He sighed, slipping back into work mode for a minute, “Back to back meetings and I had to reshoot yesterday's episode because—“ Minute over, “Wait, that doesn’t matter! What matters is I wanted to come home to my darling partner and you’re nowhere to be found! Where are you!?”

• “Oh me? I went out for a bite to eat. An hour ago. There should be a notification somewhere in your planner, why don’t you check it.”

• Vox huffs and rolls his eyes. He pulls the phone away from his face and quickly swipes through today’s agenda. Anything regarding you is always his top priority—

• x/xx/xxxx: congratulations! today is your anniversary! you have a reservation at 8pm!

• “Fuck.”

• “Mhm.”

• Your phone goes silent. Only half of a second passes before your husband materializes from the wires at the front desk. The panicked expression on his screen is almost enough to satisfy the tornado of emotions inside you. Of course he recognizes there’s people around and there’s an image to project so he gathers himself all too quickly

• His steps over are hurried and clumsy. He presses a kiss to your cheek that buzzes softly on your skin as he sits down, taking your hands into his own in case you decide to leave. Or throw your wine at him. Or both. “Happy Anniversary, darling!”

• Your brow quirks, unimpressed and irate

• “I know it seems like I did, but I didn’t forget. Look I planned this dinner—“

• “That you were late to.”

• “And I have your present right here! Look! I made it months ago just for this.”

• A part of you expects a new phone or watch that hasn’t hit the market yet. Instead Vox pulls out a thin screen from behind his back (Somehow. You’ve learned not to question how he does that) and forces it into your hands

• It scanned your fingerprints the minute you touched it and bloomed to life. For a few seconds it showed you and Vox closer to when you first met, slowly and silently moving as you both laughed. Then it faded and brought a new image of when Vox poured coffee in Val’s lap because he was staring at you. You couldn’t help but snort at that one despite trying very hard not

• “It’s an electronic picture frame,” Vox explained excitedly, “Only this one scans and recognizes your favorite memories. I, uh, already put mine in there for you.” His eyes dart away for a moment, a light blush making his screen glow slightly, “Don’t let anyone else see this.”

• You’re really torn now and he can clearly see it. As a businessman he wants to go in for the final kill, but as your husband he wants to reassure you

• “I didn’t forget, not really. I knew I was missing something all day. I’ll clear my calendar next year— or tomorrow! We can redo the whole day just you and me!”

• You purse your lips together and tilt your head at him with narrowed eyes. Something you did right before you forgave him. “No work at all? No taking calls from Val or Vel? Not even watching yourself on tv?”

• “Let me take care of everything! No one will bother us for an entire 24 hours. Just me and you, my dear. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

• You give him a final skeptical look before your gaze drops to the picture frame with significantly more fondness. You inevitably give in with a sigh, “Fine.”

• Vox is standing up and bringing you with him, his claw on your lower back to guide you out of the restaurant, “Excellent! You won’t regret it baby, I’ll make it our best anniversary yet.”

• To the host at the front his smile doesn’t waver but his voice drops to an octave that leaves no room for arguments, “We’ll be back here tomorrow, same time but we’ll take the table by the window instead. You can put that under Vox. Thanks.”

• “Vox, what are you doing!?“ You whisper loudly in disbelief

• He doesn’t stop, continuing to push you out and onto the sidewalk where a VoxTech limo already awaits. Suddenly his hands are on your shoulders. His eyes meet yours and they’re devoid of the facade he puts on for everyone else

• “When something goes wrong at VoxTech, I have to scrap the plans and start all over to get it right. And I want to do this right for you. I’m going to fix everything, my dear. One hour and I’ll meet you back home with all your favorites.” Despite the tv-ready tone, Vox’s words are coated in sincerity that has you inclined to believe him

• You allow him to help you into the limo, “I don’t need it perfect, y’know. I just need you there.”

• “And I will be! You’ll get both; myself and perfection. Don’t I always say you deserve it all?” Vox kisses the back of your hand before closing the door. He stands there with a smile and waves until you’re out of sight

• He keeps his word, he’s at home with you 45 minutes later. He brings dinner, dessert and wine, all your favorites, and a few extra presents

• The 24 workless hours begin as soon as he walks through the door. He turns off his phone and puts himself on “do not disturb”

• All he needs is you and you’re right here. Happily sitting in his lap while he feeds you cake, your favorite movie in the background. The sound of your laughter or wine glasses clinking together is a far better sound than his ringtone

• (He’ll need a new assistant when he returns to work… and someone to repair that window on the 13th floor. That’s probably why he has 237 notifications from Velvette and Valentino when he turns his phone on after your anniversary do-over)

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╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ OMG YOU’RE SO SWEET!!!! please enjoy!

[jarofstyles]

could u please do a quick lil fluffy one about heavily pregnant y/n and harry at an event like maybe an award after party or something? and her just not feeling great so he takes her home and they have a cute little cozy night in and just him taking care of her

Yes I can, sweet dove!

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"Y'alright?" His voice was quiet, but loud enough for her to hear over the loud chatter and music. His eyes were vigilant on her the entire night and he could visibly see her start to wilt a little bit in the last few minutes.

When she had agreed to go to the show with him, she hadn't anticipated how tiring it would be. How many people she would speak to, how many people would want to touch her belly. The congratulations had been so, so lovely- but if one more person touched her, Y/N would probably cry.

But this was Harry's event, his work, and she wasn't about to risk anything by complaining. She used to attend everything- the rehearsals and late night shows and signings, but with the arrival of their first baby looming over them and the trials and tribulations of a first time pregnancy, Y/N had been down for the count for a bit.

She did well, all things considered. She had stayed active and ate as well as she could -though the powder sugar mini donuts, sprite and salty French fries sprinkled with sugar had been her weaknesses- and ultimately had a smooth pregnancy. However, nearing the end now, her hormones were shot, her body ached, and her feet were swollen.

Sucking it up all night, she had kept a nice face and leaned into Harry's embrace. His hand had rested protectively over her bump, the swollen stomach his pride and joy as well as his most worried about asset, and he had been a doting father to be all night- but she didn't want to ruin anything for him.

It was nearing 1 in the morning, though, and she was shot. Preparations had begun at noon, making it more than 12 hours of hustle and bustle. Y/N craved mint chip ice cream, crisps, and the couch.

"Feet are swelling." Her response was mumbled into his shirt, but she knew he would understand. "Feels like m'standing on needles."

"Darling." His concerned tone matched the cute little furrow of his brow, making her smile. "Should have said something earlier."

"Didn't want to interrupt. This is work, and I got to eat my sweets earlier." That had been part of the incentive, as well as the goody bag. It was wild what people would send celebrities that could easily afford all the products, but Y/N was a woman who took what she could get!

"You're more important than the lot of them. Our son is napping well inside your stomach." He shook his head. "Cmon. We can go home, let me just say goodbye."

"Kay. Can we get my foot spa out when we get home?" She asked as she followed him to grab their coats. He had gotten her one that heated the water and acted like a mini jacuzzi for her aching feet and it had been one of her favorite things ever.

"Course. I'll get the nice smelling lotion and rub them after, hm? Need you comfortable too. Did you want to stop and get some chips?" His thoughtfulness made her tear up, sniffling before she cursed the hormones. This was common and irritating but she couldn't help it.

"Y-You read my mind. Milkshake too?" She peeped, wide, teary eyes looking up at him with hope. No good fast food run was complete without it.

"As if I could say no to you, my darling." A kiss was pressed against the side of her head as he called for the valet. "Your wish is my command."

[milksnake-tea]

hello my favorite star rail writer i am back bc i saw you reached 1k followers (CONGRATS BTW I DIDNT SEE EARLIER BC I STARTED CLASSES) and im a sucker for mutual pining its sickening to see two ppl so in love and blade, so blade + fluff prompt 10 would be amazing :D

extra points if mc isnt a fellow stellaron hunter, like in my head reader is sighing dreamily while march 7th is all "thats a wanted criminal"

❀ ˎˊ- prompts: You two have been pining over each other for God knows how long, and your friends are sick of it. ❀ ˎˊ- 1k followers event ❀ ˎˊ- character: blade ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: none! just fluff :D ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: IM SORRY THE LAST PART MADE ME LAUGH SO BAD GOODBYE I LOVE THAT !!! also..... IT GOT KINDA CRACK IM SORRY GOODBYE IT'S LESS PINING MORE DAN HENG BEING DISAPPOINTED IN YOU

It wasn't often that Blade strayed outside the mission.

Just as the sword he wielded, Blade cut through his missions with precise cuts, following Elio's script like law. While Kafka and Silver Wolf would take liberties with their scripts, going off to shop or to fight, Blade stayed at his designated spot, staring blankly at the clock until he was called upon once more. He never did more, never did less.

So to see him gazing off into the distance, a hint of a smile on his face, was definitely out of the ordinary.

"What's on your mind, Bladie?" Kafka asked, her pupil-less eyes peering at her partner from behind her drink. "It's rare to see you so... restless. Has the mara been bothering you?"

Blade shook his head, a disgruntled sigh escaping him. His gaze reached past Kafka, focusing on the silhouette of your person as you chatted away with Dan Heng.

Kafka hummed, tilting her head as she played with her straw, mindlessly stirring her beverage. "Hm... Then is it them?"

Blade's fingers stilled. Kafka smiled, knowing she had hit the spot.

"So it is," she mused, stifling a giggle as Blade shot her an annoyed look.

"They're talking to him," Blade muttered, laying his hand flat against the table. Surprisingly, the mara did not strike, nor did Blade become irritated. His voice was gentle, soft like the breeze.

"Indeed they are," Kafka took a sip, licking her lips at the burn of alcohol. "Do you wish that was you, Bladie?"

Her teasing wasn't lost on the man, but he didn't bother with a reply.

"No," Blade murmured, resting his head in the palm of his hand. The artificial sunlight of the Xianzhou bathed you in a heavenly glow, your carefree laughter a sweet symphony. "I wouldn't dare disturb such beauty."

And yet, it seemed as though fate had glanced his way, just as you had. Your eyes met with his, and you smiled, waving at him. Blade's heart thudded in his chest, and for a moment, life returned to him.

His hand twitched, wanting to return your greetings, but the rough drag of his bandages stopped him. Blade averted his gaze, hiding his slowly flushing skin behind his palm.

Kafka snickered at his predicament, quickly snapping a photo of his flustered state and sending it to the other Stellaron Hunters. Instantaneously, Silver Wolf sent back a vomiting emoji, while Sam excitedly congratulated Blade on his newfound emotions. Elio didn't reply, he never does.

"Aren't you adorable," she cooed, turning her phone off and tucking it away. "You know, I doubt they'll mind if you just walked up to them."

Yes, you certainly wouldn't mind. However, your very disturbed friends would.

"What are you doing?" Dan Heng hissed as you waved to the Hunter, grabbing your wrist and snatching it down. "You know how dangerous that man is."

"But isn't he so cute?" you chuckled, the tips of your ears flushed. "Besides, he hasn't done anything to hurt me yet."

"Yet being the operative word," Dan Heng sighed in exasperation. "I hope you didn't forget how he threw a sword through me."

"I try not to think about it." You stretched back your arms. "Don't get your tail in a twist, Dan Heng. I'm just being friendly."

"That's not what your face says," Dan Heng commented, poking your cheek. "I can still see you mooning over him."

"I am not- mooning over him!" you objected, swatting his finger away. "I was just... thinking."

"Of course you are. Thinking of the man who stabbed me, that is."

"And he looked good doing it- Dan Heng!" you yelped as Dan Heng elbowed you. Your friend only crossed his arms, raising a brow at you as you glared at him. "Alright, alright, fine. I just- I know I shouldn't like him, but..."

"There's a but in this?"

"His arms are really toned, okay? Have you seen his muscles?"

Dan Heng gagged, pretending to throw up over the railing. "Far closer than I'd like to admit- Point being, he's a wanted criminal."

You stared blankly at him. "So?"

Dan Heng stared back. "What do you mean, 'so'?"

"I can fix him."

The only words you could use to describe Dan Heng's face was pure disappointment. Swiftly, he turned on his heel, and promptly walked away from you, quickening his steps as you chased after him.

"Hey! Where're you going so quickly-"

Dan Heng stopped for only a moment, his expression unreadable as he glanced back at you. "I don't talk to people who kiss wanted criminals."

You held up a finger. "To be fair, I haven't kissed him yet-"

"I'm leaving."

reblogs w comments are appreciated !!

[tiathecreator]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ my love mine all mine. ( dick grayson ) !

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎.𖥔 ݁ ˖✎ᝰ synopsis — " nothing in the world is mine for free, but my love, mine, all mine, all mine. " blk reader.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟwarnings — possibly ooc dick ( i never write characters how they actually are lol ),angst, possibly hurt/no comfort ( ? ), unrequited love ( sorry y'all), she's a doozy y'all, dramatic x 100000.

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ tia speaks — i need to stop listening to mitski while i brainstorm new fic idea because i just keep writing song fics. but alas, here we are. i literally love this album and i lowkey might make a masterlist for my song fics because i write sooo many of them. i hope y'all like this because i am proclaiming song fics to be my brand. i also suggest listening to the song as you read the latter half of this. dedicated to @pinkhoodi cuz this OUR man.

"you'll be there, right?"

"are you kidding me? i wouldn't miss it for the world."

"where's dick?" your mother asked as you took a seat next to her at the dinner table. she was expecting the young man's presence, having gone as far to prepare one of his favorite side dishes and a little extra to take home. "i thought you said he was coming tonight?"

"more excited to see him than me, hm?" you joked, attempting to avoid your mother's question. she gave you a deadpanned stare, causing you to sigh dramatically before answering. "he told me that he couldn't make it a few hours ago, i just forgot to tell you."

"oh, honey..." your mom started, but you shook your head and offered her a reassuring smile.

"ma, it's not a big deal. i told him we could just celebrate another time," you lied, resting a hand on her shoulder as she gave you a sympathetic smile. your eldest brother sat across from you, having noticed dick's absence, but chose not to mention it. having heard the topic of conversation, he grabs your attention to congratulate you.

you were a small fashion designer, often dealing with making pieces for special events for the small city of bludhaven. you work out of a small shop that you rent with some of the money from your designs as well with the income from being a art teacher for the local elementary school. you took a leap of faith and sent a few of your designs to a big name corporations and they loved them, immediately offering you a position. this was your dream and everyone was excited for you.

and now, you're at the celebratory dinner your parents planned in your honor. the same dinner that dick was supposed to be at, pouring you a glass of merlot. he hadn't said a word. he hasn't answered your calls nor your texts. you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, trying to convince yourself that this was just a misunderstanding on his part, but you couldn't help but care about his absence.

but this was your night. so, you sucked it up and smiled for the pictures with your friends and family. you laughed at the jokes. you even gave a big teary speech with the power of brandy.

"did you drive tonight?" your second eldest brother asked, watching as you swayed a bit before turning to look at him.

"no. i figured i'd have a ride home given that this was my celebration and i knew i'd drink, but..." you shrugged. "i'll probably just get a taxi."

"get in," he opens the passenger door, gesturing for you to get it. "i'll give you a ride."

you stared at him for a few seconds before giving him a drunken smile. "awww big brother, you're too kind."

"yeah, yeah. just remember me when you're rich and famous with your own fashion line, okay?" he said as you got into the passenger seat, drunkenly settling in the seat before turning to him and giving him a cheery smile and a thumbs up. he huffed a laugh before closing his car door.

he rounds the car, gets in, and begins to drive. he glances over at you before sighing at the melancholic gaze in your eyes.

"so," he started, his tone gentle. you perked up at the sound of his voice, turning your head to look at him. "dick didn't show."

"yeah," you sighed out, turning away to look out the window. "he didn't come."

"why?" he asked the pressing question that you were sure many others wanted to ask at the dinner as they noticed the empty chair to your left.

"he just... didn't come."

"you two fighting or something? because i can't seem to think of another reason as to why he wouldn't—" your brother started but you cut him off.

"i don't really wanna talk about it," you rubbed eyes, effectively messing up your makeup for the night. you didn't want to talk about how your best friend wasn't there to celebrate your greatest achievement to date. that was a tomorrow ( read: next week ) problem. "he didn't come. that's it."

there was a pause before he sighed. "okay."

"okay," you repeated, slouching back in your seat before smiling to yourself. "drop me off at the bar by my apartment? i could use one more drink."

"i think you've had enough to drink for one night," he responded as the parking garage of your apartment building came in the view.

as he pulled toward the gate of the garage, you looked out the window, noticing a familiar figure sitting on the hood of a car in front of your apartment building. you let another tired sigh before looking ahead of you.

"yeah, you're probably right."

you woke up to someone pounding on your door, coupled with the pounding headache as a consequence from last night's drinking. you remove yourself from your bed, dragging your feet over to your door as the knocking continued.

"yeah, yeah, i heard you the first time," you groan as you open the door, keeping the chain lock secured as you did so. you rubbed your eyes as you asked "what?"

"y/n," you startled at the sound of his voice, immediately looking up and being met with the guilty gaze of dick grayson with a bouquet in his hand. hurt and anger filled you as you rush to close your door, unsuccessful as he shoved his foot in the crack of the door. "y/n, please. i'm sorry! just-just listen to me for a second."

"go fuck yourself, grayson," you said, leaning your full body weight on the door as you tried to get it to close despite his foot being in the way. "move your foot or i'm gonna fucking break it."

"just let me in so we can talk, y/n. okay? i just wanna talk," he begged as he tried to push the door open and away from his throbbing foot.

"i said, move. your. fucking. foot." you emphasized your words as you threw your body against your door, further crushing his foot. he removed his foot, allowing you to close your door. you leaned against it as the tears welled up in your eyes.

"y/n, please. just let me in. i know i fucked up, just let me in, so we can talk," he spoke through the door. you scoffed aloud, shaking your head at the desperation in his voice. you thought about leaving him there to talk to the door as you wallowed in self pity in your bed, but your hoping heart got in the way of your vengeful mind. you stood up and undid the chain lock before open the door and walking away, allowing him to let himself in.

"why?" was the first thing you said when he closed the door behind him.

"y/n, i know you're upset—" he started, but you shook your head.

"why didn't you come?" you asked again.

"i didn't mean to flake on you like that. okay, you know you mean the world to me. i just got so caught up yesterday, y'know? like with work and barbara, i just lost track of—"

"barbara? you missed the dinner because you were with barbara?" your voice cracked as you stared at him in disbelief.

barbara.

it was always barbara.

it was barbara when he didn't come out with you for your 21st birthday. it was barbara when he missed all 10 of your calls when you found out your apartment was broken into and you just needed a place to crash for the night. it was barbara when you got rejected from your dream fashion academy and dick was the one person you wanted to comfort you and tell you that you were still good enough.

it was barbara when you finally worked up the courage to tell dick that you had been in love with him since you first met and he tells you that he finally got barbara to agree to give him a chance.

and each time, you sucked it up and forgave him, whether he knew he hurt you or not.

"yeah, i had some time to kill before the dinner and she asked me to come see her. and i mean, she's my girlfriend, so of course i went. and then i realized that it had gotten pretty late and by the time i would've gotten to the dinner, it would've been over. i came by last night, waiting for you to come back. i got this big bouquette and a cake from that shop on 2nd—" he rambled, sitting the flowers down on the counter and pacing across the floor as he tried to redeem himself.

"you missed my dinner for barbara? the dinner that my family, who lives 3 hours away, planned to celebrate me achieving the one thing that i've wanted since i could write...for barbara? for a little alone time with your girlfriend? you mean i sat through two hours of my mom coddling me because the one person i wanted to celebrate with, who i wanted to support me, didn't show because you were with barbara?" you interjected, fighting tears and swallowing the lump in your throat. dick stopped his pacing to look at you, a huge sigh leaving his body as he scratched the back of his neck.

the two of you stood in silence as you stared at the nervous man in front of you. dick opened and closed his mouth, searching for something to say as he notice the quivering of your bottom lip and the dewy glaze of your eyes.

"yeah," he broke the silence. "i know i fucked up yesterday, but that's why i'm here now. i wanted to fix my fuck up. y'know, take you out for like breakfast or to the art museum a few towns over with the fashion exhibit i told you about. we can spend the whole day out celebrating."

"well, i don't want to celebrate today. the time to celebrate was yesterday at dinner which you missed so," you shrugged at him, turning around walk into your kitchen area, hoping to contain your emotions for a few more seconds.

"i know this is important to you, okay, and i'm sorry that i missed the dinner yesterday, but i think you're being a little unfair to me, right now. i mean, i know that we're best friends and we always want to be there for each other, but i also have a life of my own. you can't always have me, y/n," he said.

you can't always have me, y/n.

the words rang through your mind as your head fell forward and your shoulders began to shake as the dam broke. your tears fell rapidly as you silently cried, refusing to make a sound to save the little bit of dignity you had left.

maybe you were being unfair. it was just a dinner and he was trying to make it up to you now. he was a busy man and you knew that, so him clearing his schedule for you was a good sign that he was sorry. and beside, he was right. you couldn't have him.

but just a little part of you, a very naive part, hoped that you could one day matter more that barbara when it came to dick.

you sniffled and let out a weak laugh. "you know what, you're right. i can't expect to have you all the time."

"y/n, you know i didn't mean it like that," he tried, approaching you to pull you into a hug as your tears still fell. you pulled away from him as you moved to lean on the sink. you crossed your arms before letting out another watery laugh and looking at the man.

"i think you should go home," you give him your best smile. it was strained and shaky, but it was all you could muster up.

"y/n, what about the museum—" he tried again. you shook your head for the umpteenth time.

"i'm not up for it today. you can make it up to me some other time but i really can't look at your face right now," you walked to your front door and held it open, waiting for him to walk out.

"no. i'm leaving you here to cry because i missed your dinner," he looked at you, frustrated that you suggested that he left you alone in the state that you were in.

"it's not about the dinner, dick," you exasperated. "i just think you should go. i'll give you a call when i'm free, okay?"

"y/n..." he started, not moving from his spot.

"dick, please leave," you finalized, gesturing to the door as you held it open. he began to walk to the door, dropping his head in shame. "take the flowers, too."

"the fl—you love daisies."

"barbara loves daisies. i like lillies. i appreciate the thought, but i think you should take them, too," you told him. he looked at the bouquet on counter before retreiving it and making his way out the door. he was silent as he left out of your apartment. he stopped in front of you for a few seconds, opening and closing his mouth a few time before leaving. you closed the door lightly behind him and slid down the door, resting your back against it as you allowed yourself to cry once more.

nothing is the world belongs to me, but my love, mine, all mine.

nothing in the world is mine for free, but my love, mine, all mine, all mine.

© tiathecreator 2023. all rights reserved.

[ryusuisloveinterest]

Hi! Could I request something please?

I loved your birthday party drabble!

So could I request some fluff please? For Ryusui, Tsukasa and Ukyo ( separately) please! Feel free to drop a character here if you want!

I was thinking about their reaction when crush offering their lap for them to rest ( idk, for whatever reason they are very tired XD). Bonus point if crush's feelings about the boys are mysterious.

Thank you ! If you don't feel like writting this, is ok too. Take your time!

Hi girlypop! Thank you so much for the request I got really excited writing these! I assumed you wanted a Drabble so that’s how I wrote them lol. Anyway I didn’t write all of them in the stone world so I specified next to the name. Let me know if it’s ok. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!

Ryusui, Tsukasa, Ukyo, laying on their crushes lap

Ryusui: pre-petrification or 4d science 

You’ve worked for the Nanami Conglomerate for a while, helping with basic tasks like cooking, cleaning, things like that. You first met Ryusui when Francois had to take a sick day, hearing you would get double the pay you took up the offer to be Ryusui’s personal maid/butler for a day or two. It’s safe to say Ryusui absolutely adores you! Even when Francois returned, Ryusui HAD to have you by his side, even if you weren’t “assisting” him. One day you were on your brake, sitting in a room for the servants to relax in (which Ryusui made such was super nice for you) when you hear a door slam from the other side. You close the book you were reading to see-you guessed it- Ryusui, looking more tired than he usually is. “Welcome home master Ryusui.” You smile at him. His face lights up, not looking nearly as tired as he was before. “(Y/n)! Thank God your beautiful face is here!” He says while walking over to you, his head placed on your shoulder. You blush only a little, getting used to Ryusui’s clingyness. “A long day sir?” You chuckle. “Yes! There were a bunch of boring meetings and I could barely work on my ships, no matter how much I desired to!” He says, huffing cutely. His arms start to tighten around your waist as he buries his head deeper into your shoulder. “Why don’t you get some rest?” You suggest to him. “I wanna stay with you…” Giggling ever so slightly, you propose an idea that makes his heart go crazy. “Then why don’t you rest your head on my lap for a while hm?” He looks you in the eye, so excited by your sudden suggestion. “I’d love that (y/n)! Now that’s something I desire!” Giggling once more you barley get to sit down before Ryusui practically tackles your lap. Your hand cups his cheek with a couple of fingers tangled in his hair. His smile fills up the room as his eyes flutter shut. Right before he falls asleep, you hear him whisper, “I love you (y/n)…” As the blush on your face darkens slightly, you can’t help but respond with what you’re heart tells you, “I love you too master Ryusui…”

Tsukasa: pre-petrification

Tsukasa just got done winning one of his fights. You walk into his locker room, about to congratulate him on his win when you notice him passed out on one of the benches. Sighing, you walk over to him, carefully picking up his head and placing it on your lap. “Moron. You have a press conference in an hour.” You pick up strands of his hair and begin braiding them together. It could have been your imagination, but you could swear he had some sort of smirk on his face. For about 40 minutes you sit there, watching his chest rise and fall, hearing his quiet snores and smelling the salt of his sweat. Not even thinking, you lean your face over his, only inches apart. As you slowly lean in, an alarm goes off, causing you to raise you head quickly. Tsukasa groans, slowly opening his eyes to his favorite sight. “(Y/n)..?” “Morning sleepyhead.” Tsukasa’s face reddens as he sits up from your lap. You didn’t know why he was so nervous, after all you’d let him lay on your lap when you were kids.“I-uh…I have to get ready for the conference….” He rushes up and walks towards the showering area. “Tsukasa!” You call out causing him to turn his head. “You did a great job today! I’ll be right here if you need anymore rest!” He turns his head away from you, his long hair covering his blushing face. “Thank you (y/n), that means the world to me….”

Ukyo: Kingdom of Science or Tsukasa Empire

After a long day of hunting Ukyo arrives back around 10 at night, making your worried self finally feel at ease. Some of the men help carry the fresh meat as Ukyo groggily walks to his quarters. To his surprise, you were there fixing his bed and cleaning up a bit. You look up at him and smile. “Welcome back Ukyo! The hunt go well?” You speak quietly, not trying to hurt his delicate ears. “Yeah, it went better than usual.” He yawns, rubbing his eyes. You smile at him as you sit in his bed. You pat you lap, “why don’t you get rest?” He’s embarrassed at the clear suggestion that he lay on your lap, but who is he kidding? He wants nothing more than to relax, and being able to sleep on YOUR lap is just a bonus. He walks over to you and gently lays his head down. “I’m not heavy am I?” He asks, making sure he’s not making you uncomfortable. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Just get some sleep ok?” I slightly nods, closing his eyes. You take off his hat and rub his head making him fall asleep faster. Letting out a soft sigh he sleeps soundly mumbling out one last goodnight. “Thank you (y/n), im glad you’re here with me…”

[queenofallimagines]

oh good gods pls your luciferian hcs made me YELL they’re so good lmao i was side eyeing my altar and space for lucifer the WHOLE TIME

do you think you could do a part two? and if possible, nsfw? if not thats more than okay!! thank you and i hope you’re doing so good!!!

🕷️anon

Absolutely 🕷anon! AND LMAO YEAH I COULD FEEL HIM SIDE EYEING ME ACROSS THE ROOM AS I WROTE THESESGSHSJS asking the old man “why are you like this” whenever lucifer in game does something corny😭 ik he’s sick of me

Lucifer:

- Okay so since part 1 was when you arrived this will be more about day to day life in the next term

- Right off the bat I’m imagining minor petty spats that the other brothers are like…. Wtf is going on here

- Like y’all have been glaring across the table at one another for 30 mins and haven’t spoken a word

- WAY more picky w offerings lmao

- Is literally going to be super extra about it for no reason other than to bother you

- For example! When you give an offering to oshun( African orisha they’re like the HR in the heaven department just above the angel hierarchy) you have to eat a little first bc she was poisoned once so it’s like to show you’re in good faith

- Lucifer will ask you to do that w food you don’t like

- “Eat some”

- “I got this for you-“

- “And I want you to taste some😌”

- “….. do I really I have to???”

- “Are you telling me what to do w MY offering🤨”

- MAKE FUN OF HIM PLEASE ITS SO FUNNY!!

- A lot of people ( white peoples I fear😔) be talking about he only accepts blood offerings and you have to sell your soul or whatever and stuff but literally this man will be giddy over a red candle w gold glitter

- Write all your assignments in sparky pen so when he looks at them he can’t hold back a smile

- As a joke you leave crystals associated with him in his coat pockets but he will never take them out

- Congratulations you played ya self

- You doing the stuff you do for him out of habit will fluster him if you say it

- “Why are you waking up so early to get ready?”

- “Hm? For Lucifer”

- “No im not gunna drink this tea it’s an offering🙄”

- Please don’t tell his brothers he will lock himself in his office💀

- Whenever you google “what can I do for Lucifer” 9/10 the first thing will be taking care of yourself

- So when your self caring w asmo and you go “oh I do this bc Lucifer likes it”

- The house will expose in chaos

- Mammon demanding you tell him your card numbers “for him” LMAO

- They’re all super jealous

- Gotta tell em its nothing personal he’s just always been there for you

- Whew if he reached out to YOU?

- The silence in the house REAL LOUD😭

- Belphegor waking up and going “ik you fucking lying!!!”

- You’re all confused like???

- “…..you said Lucifer… reached out to YOU?”

- “??????yeah????”

- “As in… he ASKED you to work with him?”

- “Yeah, I couldn’t stop thinking about his name and he showed up on my door one day”

- Lmao belphie and mammon are the LOUDEST FR

- “YOU CHOSE A HUMAN?? MR I HATE HUMANS BECAUSE THEYRE WEAK??📸”

- OH SO THERES MORE THAN ONE FAKE BITCH IN THIS HOUSE HUH?”

- lmao he’s sitting there red faced clenching his fist like

- “Listen I can explain”

- He cannot explain😭

- Can’t even say he did it on a whim

- “He really picked me up like a wet cat lmao”

- “Mc I am literally begging you to shut the FUCK up”

- Oh maaaaan diavolo will get a Kick out of this!!

- Solomon is very salty

- “But I can’t get a pact😒😒”

- He’s literally going to double down and bother him more

- “Lucifer you never told me you were taking on disciples🥺”

- “I didn’t think it was that important lord diavolo simply to pass the time”

- Simeon is laughing but internally having the feels bc he’s like 🥹 “even after all this time you still choose to be a guardian angel”

- Will tell you embarrassing stories about him he is now super close to you

- “Lucifer being the lords favorite was also the best one at singing👀 he loved music”

- That’s tru btw lmao Lucifer was like one of the angels who liked singing the most thats what makes humans and angels so alike- love for music and dancing-

- Call him your morning star and he MELTS

- Back to why were really here😌

- Call him that during sex or when you first wake up and he’s on cloud nine

- FUCK HIM DURING GOLDEN HOUR🗣🗣

- He’s literally he rises in the morning for a reason!!

- He will deadass purpose bc imagine riding him as the sun stars peaking over the horizon

- He’s under you moaning looking up at you w the most glazed over love struck eyes

- The sun filtering through the window and hitting him juuuuuuuust right

- That it looks like he has a halo again

- Breathlessly calling your name as you grind down on him

- He barely manages to get out that he’s close before you caress some of his hair out of his face

- “Cum for me then my Morningstar”

- Time freezes for like 16 seconds and his eyes are getting teary

- He hugs you close as he starts rutting his hips into you harder

- Will cum and keep going until he’s about to pass out

- Holding you like a lifeline

- When you can finally breathe and think straight he pulls you in for a kiss

- Literally stealing your breath away

- Will say I love you in the most honest voice ever while smiling at you with teary eyes

- probably won’t stop touching you all day might as well just spend it in bed

-is embarrassed by body worship calling it now

- be HE can do that but if YOU sink to your knees behind his desk and hold eye contact he’s getting nervous

-“just showing my devout gratitude💕”

- embarrassed how fast he finishes

- if you keep doing to overstimulate him he’s putty in your hands

- this man is very soft he will crack at the slightest sign of domestic romance

- bring him coffee when he wakes up?

- he’s already selected a wedding venue

- I always thought it would be cute if he gave you his ring

- HILARIOUS IF HE DOSENT TELL YOU LMAO

- You swing by the celestial realm and it’s crickets and you’re like ??? Fuck is y’all starring at??🤨

- Simeon hums and says that nobody expected lucifer to get married much less to a human. How he was never one to put anything above his responsibilities

- Excuse me?

- “You’re wearing the right of light,yes? He doesn’t just give that to anyone dear. You two are bonded for life now🥰”

- “HELLO????”

[sainzfilm]

toto + Secret admirer?

him as the admirer leaving things for reader (driver!reader if you don't mind) like little messages or notes maybe a little gift before and after races or quali in their driver room. ooh maybe reader also has love lovd letters that they have just written down but doesn't have the courage to give them to him! (imagine if their teamate found an envelope with his name on it and game it to him sidkdhdk)

-🐺 I think it would be fitting if the reader was at Mercedes

also sorry if some of these are so detailed sometimes my brain just gets an idea and keeps going

pairing: toto wolff x driver!reader

a/n: oh man…..MAN MAN MAN….i just need this to happen to me like idc i dont need to be a driver i just need toto wolff

⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅

Taking a deep breath, you slumped down the wall in your driver's room, trying to gather your thoughts before the dreaded qualifying session today. You just hoped that you could secure a good position.

Looking up from your hands, you raised an eyebrow upon seeing a bright green sticky note attached on your helmet.

You stood up and grabbed it, silently reading the note that read: 'Sky's the limit. I know you've got it in you, ace. Always rooting for you. x'

Smiling to yourself, you shook your head as you stashed it inside your little box that contained all the other notes that you've received from your secret admirer. If they believed in you, why wouldn't you do the same for yourself?

Getting out of your car inside the garage, you were greeted with cheers and claps as the mechanics helped you out.

"Great qualifying, Y/N! P2 is great. Bet they didn't see that coming," Your race engineer smiled as he patted you on the shoulder, "Looks like Mercedes is making a comeback tomorrow."

"They better watch their backs,” You teased as you took off your helmet and smiled, "The boss around?"

Lewis came up behind you, putting his arm around you, "Missing the boss today, hm?"

Groaning as you tried to push him off, "I just asked! I'm going to kidnap Roscoe and make him my dog.”

"You would never," Lewis feigned offense as he let go of you and whispered, "I know you miss him anyways."

"I literally hate you so much," You frowned as you punched his shoulder, walking off to your driver's room, "I'm going to kick your ass tomorrow, Lewis!"

Lewis laughed as he saluted, "Best of luck, ace!"

As you closed the door behind you, surprise was written all over your face when you saw three pieces of tulips on your bed with a box of blueberry cheesecake.

"Whoever this admirer is surely wants to faint from how well they know me," You groan as you put your helmet on the table, sitting down on the bed to read the note to yourself, "You know I'm always proud of you. Just a little treat for my favorite driver and girl. Winky face."

You laughed as you shook your head, smiling to yourself, "God please let this person show themselves already."

Grabbing your bag and the gifts from your secret admirer, you headed out the driver's room and into your car to head back to the hotel for the night.

As you left your car to the valet, you made your way up to your room when your phone rang. You looked at the caller ID and couldn't help the smile from forming on your face.

"Hey, boss," You smiled as you entered your hotel room and dropped the bag on the couch, "What's up?"

"I'm surprised you're still awake, ace," Toto chuckled through the phone, "I just wanted to congratulate you on a great qualifying result today."

"Mhm, I just got in my hotel room. l'm exhausted," You breathed out, laying on the bed and putting him on loudspeaker, "And, I tried my very best to get pole. But, I promise I'll do everything to stay on the podium tomorrow."

"Then go rest, Y/N," He smiled softly from hearing your voice, "I know that you will. I'm having a gut feeling you'll snatch your second win with us."

"You're just flattering me, Toto," You laughed, yawning shortly after, "I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Of course. l'Il be there," He replied, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Soon enough, the night ended and another Sunday rolled in for race day. You arrived at the paddock, being one of the first ones to, and quickly went through any interviews to be done for the day.

"Ace!" Toto smiled as he stood up from his chair, walking over to you while you walked in the garage, "You feeling good today?"

"Boss man, good to have you here," You grinned as you nudged his arm, "I have high hopes. I just hope the odds are in my favor."

"It will be," He replied, patting your shoulder, "Go on and prepare yourself, hm?"

You rolled your eyes jokingly as you mocked a salute, which elicited a laugh from the guy you adored. Upon entering your driver's room, you smiled as you saw a mini trophy that had your name engraved on it.

"Here's a trophy in advance for today. You've already won my heart too," You mumbled as you read the note, "So cheesy."

Lewis peeped his head in your driver's room, "Hey, Y/N?"

You turned around and set the mini trophy down on your table and smiled, "What's up?"

"Can I borrow your charger?" He smiled sheepishly, “I left mine at the hotel."

"Yeah, sure," You nodded your head to the direction of your table, patting his shoulder as you walked past with your helmet, "Just get it in my drawer, l'll head off back to the garage."

It wasn't long until the race took place - your nerves getting to you as you fought hard to stay in your position and eventually catch up to the pole sitter, Ferrari's Carlos Sainz. But, it wasn't until Lap 48 when you've finally overtook him and claimed the top spot of the podium, successfully keeping your position until you crossed the checkered flag.

“That's it! That's the checkered flag!" Your race engineer exclaimed through the radio, "Spectacular race today, ace!"

You screamed as tears started falling down your cheeks, "Thank you, thank you! You can't believe how happy I am."

As you pulled up to park near the podium, you got out of your car and ran towards the team with the biggest smile on your face.

"Y/N!"

You turned around to see Toto a few steps away from you with a smile on his face. Grinning, you ran towards him and hugged him tightly, "We did it! We're back in the game!"

Toto chuckled as he wrapped his free arm around you, one hand hidden behind his back, "You know l've always believed in you, ace."

"Thank you, Toto," You mumbled, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks, "Means a lot to me."

"Hey, don't cry,” He mumbled as he pulled away, wiping your tears off gently, "I need you to explain something, though."

You sniffled as you looked up at Toto, who pulled out a few opened envelopes that had 'For Toto' on it, "Oh my god, how d- I'm gonna fucking kill Lewis."

He laughed as he shook his head, reaching down to intertwine his fingers with yours, "So, I'm assuming he's right?"

"Oh, he better hide Roscoe," You grumbled as you walked over to the podium, "You're the one who's been leaving gifts too, haven't you?"

Toto grinned as he shrugged nonchalantly, "It's about time you found out."

"Not to be straightforward but," You trailed off as you let go off his hand, tiptoeing to kiss him quickly on the cheek before heading up to the podium, "Your girl's gotta get the trophy."

Crossing his arms as he fought back a smile, Toto looked up at you proudly as you held the trophy in your hands, a twinkle in your eye. He sure did get lucky for getting the girl.

bonus scene!

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yourusername visiting back home with totowolff ❤️ safe to say that my baby cousins adore him 🥺

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f1paddock the cutest couple on the paddock!!!! really happy for the two of you :)

lewishamilton looks like he’s practicing 😉

yourusername lock your doors and hide roscoe, hamilton.

mercedesluvr not the lewis and Y/N banter again 😭

totowolff would always take care of them with you anytime of the day, schatz. i love you

yourusername my man’s such a green flag 🥺 i love you, baby

[yuri-is-online]

Congratulations 👏 on your 500 folls 🥳

Prompt 15 for Riddle, Kalim, and Silver? If I pick the 1st year, I think the prefect might quickly discover who it is and I can't choose any of them.

I think those 3 might really, REALLY want to dance with the prefect, while the prefect just trying to hide.

15. Formal balls weren't a thing in your world so you have been hiding in this strategically chosen corner to avoiding having to step on anyone's toes. Unfortunately someone really, really, REALLY, wants to dance with you and has managed to track you down AGAIN.

Hm I'll admit when I wrote this prompt I wasn't exactly thinking of this as being one with mistaken identity, but I like your thinking annon! Kalim especially would want to dance with the prefect, it's one of his favorite things to do and Yuu is one of his favorite people.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, references to voicelines for Riddle's Masquerade Card, Kalim came out a bit of a tease idk if that's ok? And some french in Rook's part that I don't know if I used right. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist here.

Riddle

"It is against the rules to loiter at an event like this!" You had not even bothered to get a good look at your accuser before slipping away into the crowd. You do your best to keep your head high and act as natural as possible, searching desperately for yet another place to hide.

"Look I am sure you are very nice, but I have a friend to get to!" You call over your shoulder, and yelp in surprise as the surprisingly nimble knight pins you to the wall.

"And just who is this friend?" You can see a danger in his smile that is familiar, but you can't quite place where the nerves in your throat come from, but you are surprised to find it's not from fear.  

“Ummmmm-” You desperately, fruitlessly, look around the ballroom for any sign of someone you know.  Who the hell thought giving everyone in this school a mask was a good idea?  Now you are going to be forced to take a crack at picking a savior from the worst possible line up of idiots in all of Twisted Wonderland.  “Riddle!”  Because that’s got to be a safe bet, right?  There is no way that the tiny teapot tyrant would ever be brave enough to let out such a dark laugh and push you further into the wall at the call of his name. “I- I’m supposed to meet up with Riddle, so could you, you know let me go?”

“Go?  But that would defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?”  Riddle takes off his mask, with the intent to spare your feelings as your eyes pop halfway out of your skull in despair.  “You have been so dutifully looking for me prefect, that is why you kept running, right?  Someone as well behaved as you would never dream of shirking their duties at such an important event.”  But despite saying that he doesn’t dream of letting you out from under him, because he knows you will run again you remind yourself.  Logical Riddle has to know this is inappropriate but won’t realize it ever because it’s in the name of enforcing the rules.  “Well?”

“Um sure!”  You release some of your embarrassment by carefully examining the ceiling and laughing just a bit too long, missing the angry pout on Riddle’s face when your attention is no longer his and his alone.  “Just what were those duties again?”

“Dancing.”  He is angry now, he has to be, better stop looking at that ceiling and let out some more nervous giggles.  “You did say you were going to dance with me, yes?”  No you just said you were looking for him, but you cannot deny how fast your heart jumps up into your throat at the thought of dancing with Riddle.

“I suck though.”  You blurt out the words before you can find a nicer way to say it, but for once Riddle does not scold you for your language.  He just finally steps back from pinning you to the wall, childish anger replaced with joyful confidence as he bows just so.

“You have absolutely no need to worry about your dancing, not when I am your partner.”  And oh how stupidly handsome he looks taking your hand and leading you to wherever it is he wants to go. 

Kalim

"Yuu!!!!" You hear your pursuer long before you see him, the bells sewn all over his costume would have alerted you even if he didn't insist on shouting your name as soon as he saw you. Avoiding him was easy too, but you were starting to run out of nooks and not liking the look of the crannies.

And you were starting to not have fun, not that you had been having loads of it once the dancing had truly started. Sure you could have tried asking Vil or Riddle for help but you knew they would be in the trenches already and didn't want to add to that.  It had also occurred, or perhaps it was politely suggested, to you that you could have asked for Kalim and Jamil’s help.  Ballroom dancing might not be what you have seen them do, but it is still dancing and you cannot picture either of them really hating it.  Yet for some reason, every time you had walked towards the mirror in the hall you had stopped in your tracks.  Much like you were stopped now by the swirling of other people and fabric, those jingle jangling bells finally clamoring directly in your ears as their owner decides to plop his head on your shoulder with a melodic laugh.

“Finally!  I was worried I was never going to catch up.  You turn to see a bright sunshine of a smile, his catlike mask hiding most of his features but the gentle concern peeking out from the eyes can only really belong to one person at this school.  “C’mon!  You can’t be having fun just watching everyone, right?”  So Kailm says but you still feel somewhat unsure even as he wraps his arms around you to give a small hug.  He even rubs his cheek against yours truly committing to the cat bit.

“Then why aren’t you dancing?”  You ask quietly.  “You can’t have been having fun chasing after me all night.”

“Well it wasn’t all night.”  Even though he asked you to dance, he doesn’t move to let you go.  Almost as if he is just a bit more aware of your emotions than you think he is, as if he is afraid that you will run away from him again and that he will have to accept the rejection for real this time.  “And I did dance for a bit but then I thought ‘this would be so much more fun if Yuu were here’ so I went looking for you.”  He guides you slowly into a sort of sway, laughing softly when you finally relent to move your feet; rewarding your participation with loosening his embrace to fall around your waist and across your chest.

“Don’t blame me if I step on your feet.”  You grumble and you think he shakes his head from the sound of the bells but you are too embarrassed to look up at his face.

“But if I do I could keep asking you to dance by pretending to offer you lessons right?”  He hums along with the music and spins you around so you have no choice but to look at him now.  Kalim’s head is as light as his smile as he dips you into a faster dance.  “Oooh that’s much better, you’re smiling!  It looks wonderful on you.”  As it does on him.

Silver

Silver is comically unaware of how he comes off on a typical day, but tonight he has gotten enough strange looks that even he has started to notice.  He is undecided on whether or not it bothers him.  

“Prefect.”  You startle and Silver immediately lunges to catch your falling cup before returning his attention to you.  Or trying to anyway, he half wonders if you had tossed it as a distraction to assist in your get away.  It’s clever, maybe something he could use in the future but realistically his brain would probably take him dropping the cup as a sign it was time for lights out and only allow him a mental escape.  But he’s getting sidetracked, he is supposed to be looking for you.  He has a mission.

“Ah a masquerade!  Que c’est romantique!”  Rook has been saying some variation of that since the Headmage first announced his plans, but today he has an addition.  “You must be most excited Monsieur Sleepyhead.”

Silver starts, somewhat surprised at being singled out. “Malleus is extremely pleased, of course I’m excited.”  Rook shakes his head.

“Non, not like that, you must be excited for them.”  And though Rook does not point and SIlver does not turn his head he knows where the junior is looking.  His eyes have been inadvertently wandering towards you, he tells himself it is because Class A seldom gathers together in one place.  Because he needs to keep an eye on you, you are his Lord’s first friend and he wishes to honor your need to be protected.  “I am right, am I not?”

“I think so.”  He says with his usual even tone.  “The Prefect won’t have seen anything like it in their world, so they should take this chance to-”

“Be swept off their feet by a handsome prince.”  Rook sounds like he is directing a play, Silver actually looks over his shoulder to check on you before he realizes Rook is speaking metaphorically.  “You will ask them to dance I trust?  With how often you think of them you must have been dreaming of it for some time now.”

He has no real way of knowing if that’s true, Silver never really remembers his dreams.  But something in him, perhaps it was the certainty Rook voiced his imagination, practically screams that he was right.  He has been dreaming of this, dreaming of you in his arms as he dances with you around a forest as his animal friends provide the music.  It feels real almost, as he once again finds you shying away from the crowd resolving to try a different approach.

“Yuu.”  The stranger’s voice is soft, as is his grip on the edge of your cape.  You find your breath caught up in the softness of it as he reaches up to remove his mask and reveal just who you have been running from all night.  “I’m sorry I frightened you, would you allow me to make it up to you?”  You barely recognize that you have nodded your agreement, too shocked at how natural the movements come to you as Silver guides you to the floor as if he has done this a hundred times before.  It’s surreal and dreamlike, the look in his eyes is trying to say something.  Something familiar, something you’ve heard before but not out loud, you don’t think.  But then you blink and the strange aura is gone from you both, replaced by the warmth of reality and the realization you were afraid for nothing.  So long as you had Silver to guide, you think you could fly.

[mins-fins]

polaroid love — choi hyunwook

hyunwook is super supportive of his boyfriend, so supportive that he shows up to congratulate him at one of his comeback stages.

tags :: choi hyunwook x m!reader , reader is an enhypen member , reader is an 02 liner , hyunwook is whipped , established relationship , they’re cheesy

“i’m dying guys”.

yang jungwon laughs, patting his hyung on the back. “you’ll be okay, hyung, we still have five more stages to go” he laughs at the groan he receives from the older male.

“yeah, amazing” he rolls his eyes, sitting down beside a laughing sunghoon. the older male only groans again, his mind racing with how little sleep he’ll probably be getting that night.

he rests his chin on his hand, his mind focused on something else, a certain someone to say the least. he taps his finger onto his thigh, listening to the chatter of his fellow members.

“did you guys watch twenty five twenty one? the drama was so good!”

upon hearing the drama name, the l/n looks up, though he quickly looks down as to not make it obvious that he was intrigued.

“i’m very interested by choi hyunwook, he did so well with his role”.

y/n feels his heart leap out of his chest, but he manages to keep himself sitting still, continuing to tap his finger onto his thigh.

he gets a nudge from sunoo, making him finally look up. “hm?” the 03 liner points towards the door, where the manager was standing, y/n tilts his head in confusion, but makes an 'o' shape with his mouth when he gestures him over.

“oh” he says. “i’ll be back” sunoo waves his hand dismissively, just smiling.

y/n knew he’d tell the other members anyway, he walks with the manager and looks over at him with confusion. “what is this for?”

the manager doesn’t stop walking. “someone’s here for you, he’s visiting”.

someone’s visiting me? who—

oh.

“hyunwook”.

oh.

“hi” the older breathes, and y/n feels his legs about to give in. hyunwook laughs at the look of shock which remains on his face. he reached over and pinches his cheek, finally earning a reaction from him.

“hyunwook, what— what are you doing here?” he finally asks, his mouth feels as if it’s gone dry, but he still manages to get out the words.

hyunwook chuckled. “i’m being supportive, and i wanted to go all out for you”.

y/n resists the urge to punch his pretty ass face.

“you always go all out for me”.

“and i have no regrets”.

y/n unknowingly smiles, his face becoming a deep shade of red. god, how did he get as lucky as to have choi hyunwook as his boyfriend? he couldn’t have been more grateful for him.

he leans back on his heels, clasping his hands together. “well, thank you” he whispers, his hands now moving to take hyunwook’s.

he always like how his hands felt when he held them, and it was even better when hyunwook gave him a wider smile, caressing his hand. “i just wanted to see my pretty boyfriend”.

y/n snorts. “i’m the one who should be calling you pretty”.

“really?”

“yeah, cause you are”.

“no, you are”.

“are you sure?”

“more than sure”.

god their cheesy, so cheesy, but they’re cute as well. you can’t help but look at them and coo at how cute of a couple they are, staring at each other as if their the only people in the world, it’s enough to make someone jealous.

hyunwook looks up, smiling. “ah, i actually got you something” he lets go of his partners hand for a sheer moment, and y/n stares, almost jumping up in his position.

“here”.

“oh my god..” a bouquet of flowers, exactly what y/n needed for motivation. “i love it, it’s basic, but i love it”.

hyunwook pouts, his eyes glowing as if he was a little kid. “i picked those flowers myself, they’re your favorite colors”.

“i noticed” y/n’s smile grows wider. he can conclude that he is utterly in love with choi hyunwook.

yes, flowers might’ve been basic, but he loved them, he would cherish them. he didn’t care if he’d be questioned by the members, he was just insanely grateful to be receiving such a gift.

“thank you” he doesn’t think as he pulls his boyfriend into a tight hug. his arms wrap around his neck and he laid his head onto his shoulder. “seriously, i love you”.

hyunwook smiles like an idiot, his cheeks a shade of red. “i love you too”.

y/n pulls away, smiling. he places a kiss on hyunwook’s cheek, and the males face goes an even deeper shade of red.

“i should go now” he says, smiling. hyunwook only then realizes that they’re backstage of one of enhypen’s comeback stages.

“oh— right, yeah! you should” y/n laughs at the way his words were jumbled together. “you’re so cute, hyun”.

“don’t try to flatter me”.

y/n just kisses him again, still holding the bouquet of flowers. “i’ll call you later”.

hyunwook nods, sending his boyfriend a flying kiss before giving him one last wave and walking away. “i love you”.

“i love you more”.

y/n is smiling like an idiot all the way back to the room where the rest of the enhypen members are waiting, he stares down at the bouquet, the feeling of love circulating in his veins.

“flowers? who gave you flowers?”

the 02 liner looks up, tilting his head at ni-ki. he just smiles, looking back down at the flowers. he shrugs, earning sounds of confusion from the rest of the enhypen members.

“someone”.

“someone? someone who?” heeseung asks. “are they from an admirer?”

y/n just smiles, rocking back and forth on his heels. “i guess you could say that”.

the enhypen members are confused for the rest of the day.

AUTHORS NOTE — guys i’m totally in love with choi hyunwook like i’m obsessed with him!! also i know i said i’d write more jiwoong angst but i just had the urge and the urge took over

[6-zao-xing-9]

A Job Well Done

Akito x fem! reader

Summary: Your and Akito's son finally won his soccer game for the first time after lots of hard work and practice. Such an occasion deserves a celebration, right?

Form: oneshot

This writing contains..... Aged up! akito married to reader....

A/N: kid's quotes are in red. Um... Sorry for not posting at 10:00..... I was too busy playing Pikmin 4.... And unpacking....👀 its more of an akito x his son(platonically, obvi) than akito x reader so i tried adding some aki x reader fluff in the end/middle... Dont know how well i did... C/N means childs name not come near... C/N/N means child nickname not come near now... Child is supposed to be around 6-7..

Shinonome Akito:

Immediately after the game, we rush over to C/N to congratulate him.

“Good job out there, kiddo.”

I wrap an arm around his neck as I ruffl his hair, smiling widely as he returned the smile. The sound of happy laughter fills the atmosphere as the three of us head off to our favorite cafe right around the corner.

Minutes later, we arrive at said cafe. After finding a parking space, I exit the car and grab C/N before swooping him on my shoulders.

“Come on, let's go. This place makes the best pancakes.”

“Not true. I make the best pancakes.”

“Close. You make the 2nd best pancakes.”

“Lies.”

“No.”

After entering the decently sized cafe, we find ourselves seated by a table next to the window.

“You're proud of me for winning, right daddy?”

“'Course, C/N/N. Why?”

“Well, since I've been good, can I get a puppy?—”

“No. No way. Absolutely not.”

I immediately cut him off at the mention of me living in the same house as a canine.

“But.... But why not?”

“Because, I...”

“He's scared of dogs.”

“Sh-Shut up.”

I narrow my eyes at Y/N as she snickers, my attention then turned towards C/N as he speaks.

“Daddy is afraid of dogs? Why?”

“Because he got bitten by one once, then decided that all dogs in the world are bad.”

“I said shut up!”

“.... But.... But dogs are cute and fluffly and cuddly and.... And I want a dog!”

C/N speaks loudly, causing a few eyes to be drawn towards us.

“Oi, stop shouting. People are watching. If I say no dog, then no dog, got it? You can get a dog when you grow up. Now hurry up and decide what you want to eat, we're about to order.”

I give him the half lidded eyes with a slightly serious tone. The little boy finally stops talking, his face all pouty as he poorly holds the big menu, the plastic bending.

“Mommy, I want pancakes and cheesecake.”

“C/N, you can only pick one; that's too much. Just ask your dad to order one and you order the other so you guys can share.”

“Hm? What?”

I ask, as if the thought of sharing my precious cheesecake or pancakes was so absurd.

“You heard.”

I sigh and give her the half lidded eyes, before eventually complying.

After we order, our deserts arrive in a short while, and I feel my mouth water at how delicious the food looks. Especially the pancakes.

“Try and top this.”

I smirk as I take a bite into the big fluffy pancakes, the texture making my taste buds flutter.

“You'll see.”

“Yeah, like, in a million years.”

“Shut up.”

[inventors-fair]

Trigger Happy Casters: Winners! ~

Congratulations to @corporalotherbear, @izzet-always-r-versus-u and @wildcardgamez for winning this week's contest!

@corporalotherbear — Keranos's Conduit

I was really hoping for weird cards like this, and boy howdy is this card weird without actually being weird. I think that because I get exactly how the name, setting and ability come together, this is one of those cards where the mood presupposes the vibe even without a visual. Kinda funny because you're using stormless storm with the God of Storms, right? Heh. Anyway, though, this card can swing games like nobody's business. Limited means your Auras and "heroic" triggers—and also Constellation triggers!—become that much more radical. It makes having a lot of bodies and limited Auras so much better.

In terms of random constructed thoughts, can you imagine this with something like Etali's Favor? Because it's a cast trigger, you'll discover so much that you can hit and cast all the smaller Auras, which will get all of those other triggers if they got 'em, and so on and so forth. Sage of Mysteries, major mill? Wicked Visitor end step triggers? There are lots of ways to make this card fun and brewable and I'm really impressed by how much this card can be fun at the helm of its own deck. What a rockin' card and what a cool idea.

@izzet-always-r-versus-u — The Cozen, Syndicate Enforcer

PUNISHMENT. I love punishment! I love punishing people for their crimes of free-casting! Being symmetrical is kinda funny but at the same time reasonable for the colors. I'm thinking of cost reductions, Omniscience punishing, Force punishing, Elemental punishing—hm. I do actually wish this wasn't fully symmetrical but it don't matter because hnnnnng. Having this be so situational probably means that it's not going to have a massive effect on the various limited formats. Are there any common ways to reduce costs? Hm... Affinity, Convoke, Cascade and Discover, Cipher, Delve... Heh heh heh. Okay, it's environment-dependent, but still. Oh gosh, and Plot too.

I was also shocked that this specific flavor text hasn't been used because I could have SWORN that I've read it before. But you know, taking a character from flavor text and turning them into an actual card is one of my personal favorite things that people pull out from time to time—if done properly—and a debt collector punishing people for not paying their costs is pretty perfect. I honestly think this card is missing flash, though, and I don't know if that's negligible. It would make such a massive difference, and yeah, the body or cost would have to change, but having that kind of interaction almost feels necessary for the environment in which this card needs to be. Almost. I'm willing to hear arguments against it, though, so you know—invitation to discussion and all that.

@wildcardgamez — Galazeth's Whelp

You know, what I like about this card is that functionally you can pay the mana and get a Treasure regardless of whether or not the spell resolves, and that works similarly to the pitch cards from Prismari that would help you get to those massive spells eventually. People...definitely cast those. For sure. Anyway. I'm curious about if the dragons on Arcavios actually could have offspring, but I guess this card is the answer to that, right? Or maybe this is just a manifestation, or a dragon in the same clan, or whatever. Doesn't matter—this card is a functional card that does a LOT of work. I absolutely love how well this card functions in a spellslinging deck.

My Magical Christmas Land scenario would be to chain together spells like Sudden Breakthrough and Ancestor's Aid, deal an insane amount of damage, draw cards if you have cards like Flick a Coin, etc. I think it might be too slow for prowess-style decks but in terms of just Izzet Spells, this card's a limited bomb and a constructed possibility. Magecraft to damage is an awesome combo and this card does all those little pieces right. Sometimes the right combination can make some wonderful work happen. Flavorfully, too, it's all the best parts of artifacts and spellslinging together. Great job overall, I'd say! ... Just capitalize "Treasure" in the future, comrade.

Runners comin' up soon. @abelzumi

[genshin-side-piece]

Eagle Eye

Warnings: None Streamer AU - Survival Type Game, based on Escape from Tarkov but not Escape from Tarkov

I'm sorry for this. It possessed my brain and would not let me go until I wrote it.

You sniped him. 

You sniped him. It was all Ayato could do to hold his composure as both your names scrolled across the kill feed, along with the distance of said shot. A 263m snipe. His jaw dropped slightly. There was just no way. He had been bunkered down, well hidden from view. It was impossible to think that you had seen him from that distance, let alone hit the shot. You had to be cheating, there was no other way. 

“Calm down everyone.” Ayato was quick to laugh the sting of defeat off in the hope that it would ease the blur of accusations of stream snipping that were flying through his chat. It didn’t. Instead, the messages only got faster. “It was merely a lucky shot.” Or so he wanted them to believe. “Still, I’d like to check something. Thoma-” Ayato clicked out of the game he was playing and opened a browser window. “Did you happen to grab the name?” His ever diligent mod was one step ahead of him. A link quickly appeared in Ayato’s private discord, along with a clip of the kill for posterity. Ayato ignored the clip, not wanting to acknowledge Thoma’s odd sense of humor. Instead, he chose to click on the link, pulling up your stream. 

You were a smaller streamer, with a handful of viewers. He wasn’t terribly surprised. As your stream loaded, he expected bragging or screaming or even celebrating. That was usually the case with stream snipers. They would hunt him down, get their clip and then tag him on every social platform in existence, just to get their supposed clout. It was the cost of being one of the bigger streamers, or so he had been told. But once the stream loaded, there was none of that. You were calm, distracted even as you continued to rummage around for loot. The chat wasn’t filled with pats on the back or being spammed with clips. In fact, your chat was fairly silent. There was only one congratulations on the shot and that had come from your Mod. It hadn’t even been clipped for posterity. Ayato was confused. “Hm.”

He tilted his head, while furrowing his brow. Did you not know who he was? 

“Well chat-” You smiled, which oddly enough caused Ayato to smile. The warmth in your expression helped to ease some of the sting from earlier. Ayato allowed himself a moment to bask in it, much in the way one would bask in the sun. He liked the feeling it gave him. He liked the feeling you gave him. There was something about you that helped put his mind at ease, despite this being his first time seeing you.“I suppose we should start heading for the extract point.” You pulled up the menu to check how much time you had left in your raid. “I think we’ll have just enough time to swing by our favorite spot before we head out.” Ayato raised an eyebrow to that. You weren’t going to claim your prize? You were just going to leave it, leave him there? The sting from earlier returned. As much as he loathed stream snipers, he loathed your disinterest in claiming his in game tags for yourself even more. You had practically shot him from across the map. Even if you didn’t recognize him, surely you wanted the bragging rights for the elimination? 

Then as if someone had possessed his body, Ayato typed it; What about the Yashiro Rascal elim? He visibly flinched when realized what he’d done. Your chat wasn’t nearly as active as his. His message lingered on the screen. Sitting comfortably in the middle of the window, highlighted as a first time chatter for all the world to see. Ayato couldn’t help the blush that crept its way across his cheeks.

Your eyes flew over to the new message, while your smile grew wider. “Hey there, welcome in!” There was a brief moment where your eyes met on the screen and a small wave. “Thanks for joining-” You then went into what he guessed was your usual spiel of introducing yourself to him. Not that he heard any of it, he was too entranced with watching your lips move. Your voice was amazingly pleasant. It had a calming effect that seemed to wash away any of his previous worries, at least until his in game username passed your lips. The sound of you saying the name Yashiro Rascal snapped him right back to reality. “I don’t really collect tags or anything.” You paused long enough to take a shallow breath. “I’m not sure I’ll even have time to find them. I have my favorite loot spot I like to go to. Is Yashiro Rascal someone important or something? You’ll have to forgive me-” Your smile turned bashful. “I’m still new to this game. I don’t really know any of the big name players yet.” Ayato’s eyes grew wide in surprise while his long forgotten chat blazed with shocked comments as they all had the same revelation he had just had. You really didn’t know. The fact that you had just taken out one of the biggest streamers in the game had gone completely over your head. You thought you just hit the shot of your life on someone you assumed was just another casual player. 

Ayato couldn’t stop himself, he didn’t even try to. He laughed. He honest to archon laughed. It was refreshing really. Most of his streams were filled with endless hours of sweating while he was being hunted by every clout chaser on the platform. He couldn’t even show his screen on entry for the fear of being attacked before he ever had the chance to loot. Sometimes that didn’t even work. Most of his streams had begun to feel tedious and uninteresting. He almost hated doing them. If the game didn’t do the viewership numbers it did, he would have abandoned it ages ago. Before he met you, he still might have. Now he wasn’t so sure. You were still strangers to each other, but it had only taken a minute with you to remember that games could be fun, that they should be fun. Ayato began to wonder just how fun they could be with you.

“You know chat-” Ayato glanced back at the camera, giving it one of his signature smiles. “I think I’d like to try something new.” He took a sip of his boba as he watched his chat emphatically agree. “Duos seems like a fun idea. They seem rather nice, do you think this person would like to join me?” Could you be persuaded to join him was more like it. Ayato had no idea if you played with randoms or viewers and sadly, he was both. Even if he was a big name, it was presumptuous of him to think you would want to team up. Maybe you enjoyed playing on your own. It was rude of him to just barge in on your fun, simply because you’d done the unthinkable. 

Slowly, he saw a few familiar names trickle into your chat. Much to his horror, they launched right into insisting you team with him. It caught you off guard. He could clearly see the confusion on your face. “Wait… who?” Your eyes came up to the camera. “Are they-” There was a flicker of recognition in your eyes. “Are you watching me right now?” Ayato visibly cringed. He knew the intentions were honorable. He knew the people who had found you meant well, but he loathed that they felt entitled to interfere. He’d merely suggested that you game together. As far as you were aware, he was just a new viewer. He hadn’t even asked you to play yet. It was entirely unnecessary to bully you into doing something that you didn’t even know about. “Calm down everyone.” Ayato’s smile faded into a more stern look. “Let’s not run them off before I’ve even had a chance to ask them. Leave them be.” Your chat went nearly silent. There was the odd comment, but the pressure was mostly gone. It gave Ayato the opening he needed to pop the proverbial question. 

Yes, my apologies. Would you like to team up? I’m an experienced player. I can give you some pointers if you wish.

Your surprise was all too apparent. It was cute when you stumbled over your words, especially as more of his chat began to find their way to your stream, filling your chat box with messages and follows, eventually drowning his messages with their own. It was mildly frustrating, because he had liked having all of your attention, but he couldn’t blame his viewers. He’d spent the last  ten or so minutes just watching you. They were bound to get curious and find their way over to you eventually. That didn’t mean they had the right to take you away from him.

“Oh wow, so many new people! Are they with you too?” You furrowed your brow slightly. “Uh wait-“ You sucked in a portion of your lip, pinching it between your teeth as you began scanning what he guessed was your chat. Ayato nearly keened at the site. You were getting more adorable by the second. He almost couldn’t stand it. Much to his regret, he wasn’t good at hiding it either. More than one person had said something about him being smitten and before too long it picked up steam in both chats. “Where did you go?” Ayato was quick to respond.

I’m right here. My apologies, they’re from my chat. Please ignore them if you wish. We’ve been watching you since you sent me back to the lobby and they all decided to come say hello.

You smiled again, satisfied that you had found him. It made him happy that he made you smile. He hoped he could do it as many times as possible before the night was over. “It’s alright.” You paused, clearly pondering his question. “I generally run solos but-” Your smile grew larger. “I don’t mind trying duos.” The celebration in both chats made Ayato chuckle. He had to admit it was a relief not to get publicly rejected in front of so many people. “How do I contact you? Can I just DM you through the platform or is there a better way?” Ayato found himself one step ahead of you. He was already in the process of getting everything ready when you asked.

Allow me to reach out to you. I keep my DMs closed. Just respond back with your info once you get my message.

Within seconds he had his information over to you. It was actually embarrassing how quickly he sent it, but he hadn’t been this eager to co-op with someone in a very long time. The thought of playing a game or two with you seemed far more enticing than the idea of running solos for the rest of the afternoon. You promptly responded, your info being passed to Thoma before either of you could blink. “Thoma, can you set up a chat between the two of us?” He was already on it. Ayato hadn’t finished asking when the convo with the three of you popped up on his private discord server. “Alright chat, let’s all try to behave, shall we? We don’t want to give them the wrong impression.”

Is that advice for chat or you? You’ve done nothing but smile at them since you joined their channel. You haven’t been this infatuated since Tomoki introduced his seasonal boba flavors. Ayato ignored Thoma’s comment, merely rolling his eyes as he changed chat servers and began the call between himself and you. He hated that he was acting so obvious, but it was difficult for him to help. His curiosity had been peaked by you. He wasn’t able to ignore it for the sake of staying aloof.

He started the call, watching you through the screen as he waited for you to answer. There was some hesitancy on your part. Ayato could see it as you sat on the other end, letting it ring. You were nervous. Having strangers join you was always a gamble. They could be perfectly fine or they could be perfectly wretched. It was hard to know. Even Ayato had to admit to the jitters he felt in his own stomach as he waited on you to click the button. He never did this. His brand was everything. Endorsements, sponsorships, years of hard work all depended on him being careful. One wrong move, one wrong word and it would be all over for him. That’s why he generally stuck to a very tight knit group of friends that he knew were safe. They understood what his reputation meant to him and they were happy to oblige him when it came to keeping his public image safe. Offering to play games with a complete stranger was unlike him. Basing it off a feeling was even more unlike him, but for whatever reason, it didn’t deter him. It only urged his desire for you to answer the call on.

Ayato focused his eyes back to your stream, carefully watching you. It was apparent you were searching for something and by your reaction, he only had one guess when you found it. You were looking for him. Ayato didn’t try to hide his smirk, nor did he bother to stop himself from giving you a little wink as you stared. After all, turn about was fair play. Being the equitable man that he is, Ayato was more than happy to give you a show. Your reaction to it was priceless. 

You buried your face in your hands, a deep blush spread across your cheeks, causing him to chuckle. You poor thing. 

I thought you said you were going to behave. I know rascal is in your name, but can’t you hold it in until you say hi to them? If they get any redder, they’ll turn into a tomato. Another small chuckle slipped past Ayato’s lips at Thoma’s comment. Sass me again and you’ll find out how much of a rascal I can be next time I see you.

“Hello?” Ayato’s eyes quickly jumped back to the call, finding that at long last you had answered him. He breathed a silent sigh of relief that for the moment, the worst was over. That was one hurdle down. Hopefully there wouldn’t be too many more to go. “So sorry” His relief gave way to a soft smile. “I never do this. It dawned on me that maybe I should verify you aren’t a creep before I answer.” Ayato nodded, noting the slight apprehension in your voice. “It’s alright, I understand. I’m the same way. Though I suppose I had the upper hand when it came to research.” He heard you let out a small laugh. “Yea. You’ve uh-” There was another awkward laugh as he watched you turn away from the camera in a vain attempt to hide how crimson your cheeks were. “You’re him.” You rolled your lips, flinching at the vagueness of that comment. “You’re the Yashiro Rascal guy-” There was a heavy pause before you decided to finish that statement. “Aren’t you?” There was a hesitancy in your voice that made Ayato a little nervous. For a second, he swore you almost sounded a little scared. But then again, who could blame you? The game itself had a reputation for toxic trolls. You snipe a bigger streamer and suddenly they’re in your chat, inviting you to game with them? The action, while friendly on his part, had to feel a little suspicious to you. Especially when embarrassing content creators on social was all the rage. “Listen about the shot- I 

“Don’t worry about the shot. I’m not mad about it.” He added a little lilt to his voice to help put you at ease. “I’m actually extremely impressed by it.” That earned him a small smile. You nodded, letting some of the tension in your body ease. “I should actually apologize in advance to you. It’s been awhile since I’ve played duos and I have little doubt people will come for us. It might make for a rough afternoon.” “That’s alright. Duos just means that I watch your back and you watch mine, right?” That’s exactly what it meant. Ayato couldn’t be more delighted to hear it. “There’s just one thing.” You paused, taking a deep breath. “What should I call you?” Ah yes. That. “I mean it’s cool if you call by name or whatever, but I’m not sure what to use for you. Do you prefer your gamer tag or your streamer name or something else?” He thought about it for a moment, deciding he didn’t like any of those options. 

Using his online persona implied to him that this would be a one and done. Ayato didn’t want that. He didn’t want you to vanish from his life the second you were done.  It was silly to think that he was reacting this way after such a short interaction, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t collect friends like he did boba cups. His fame made good people to have in his life hard to find. Most of the time he hung around his sister or Thoma or possibly Itto, when Ayato could find him. Having someone else he could talk to, having you to talk to, even if it wasn’t all the time, felt right. “Um, are you still there?”

“Let’s make this simple, just call me Ayato.”

[vee-nvs]

SEARCHING…: GIFTS

🏷 — TARQUIN X READER, TAMLIN X READER, ERIS X READER, RHYS X READER, AMREN X READER, EMERIE X READER

📍— their love language is giving gifts

🔖 — modernau!, gn!reader, blanket stealing, fluff, hurt/ comfort, angstish in some parts but nothing major, grammar mistakes (?)

TARQUIN

tarquin is quite good with words, but he also has a lot of money. and he likes to investe in your relationship. taking you to different places for your dates, no matter how expansive they’re, buying all the tickets to a specific movie session so you guys have the whole room for yourselves. eventually he also gets the habit of buying expensive things he knows you like away to often, but since the moment he fell in love with you, he invested a lot on your dates.

“you rented a yacht?!”

“it’s actually the family yacht.”

“tarquin, you didn’t have to…”

“‘course i had! you said you’ve never been in one. maybe now you’ll understand why i love the ocean so much.”

.

“you sure we are in the right room? it’s empty.” you ask him as you check the room number in your ticket.

“yes, i am.” he answers, holding the popcorn and the soda. a prideful smile on his face.

“tarquin, what’ve you done?”

“i bought all the tickets for this session.”

“tarquin!”

TAMLIN

tamlin is just one of many in this list with a communication issue. since his childhood, he finds it hard to verbalize his feelings. and once things between the both of you got serious, he made sure to tell you at least that - that he loved you even if he was unable to express it through words. so every time he messes up or you conquer something, he’s buying you whatever you have been eyeing recently. and if he doesn’t know what it is, he checks your wish list or asks your friends and family.

“congratulations, princess”

“oh, tam! it’s- it’s…”

“you favorite author’s new book? yes.”

“and it’s autographed?”

“just the best for my princess.”

.

“so, can i sleep in our bed tonight?” he asks, hope shining in his eyes. the sofa isn’t bad, but it sure isn’t as comfortable as sleeping in a bed. by your side.

“tam, those flowers are pretty. and this is my favorite dessert. but it doesn’t change the fact that you steal all the blankets every night!”

“i know! and that’s why i also bought more blankets.”

“you better not steal those too.”

“that means we’re sleeping together tonight?”

ERIS

eris has the hardest time expressing what he feels through words. he grew up in a less than favorable environment to express himself, having to keep on an act for most of his life. so even now that beron isn’t on the picture anymore and he has no reason to hide anything from you, eris still find it difficult to express himself. so be it because he feels like a “sorry” is not enough of a apology, or because saying “i love you” isn’t quite easy enough yet, eris buys you a present as a way to tell you what he fells.

“here. for you.”

“what’s it?” you ask, tone cold, still not forgiving the words he said to you a few moments ago. you try to not show any interest as you inspect the box. it is from your favorite store, and having such an observation boyfriend as eris you can guess what is inside.

“it’s… an apology.”

“eris, this…”

“i know. i know can’t erase what i said expanding money on you, but it’s the only way i can show that what i said didn’t mean anything.”

you let out the breath you had been holding, putting the gift on the table before opening your arms.

“com’ here” eris didn’t falter one second before getting into your arms.

.

“what… eris, what’s it?”

“your valentine’s day present?”

“all those flowers?! are you crazy?!”

“just what you deserve” he says before kissing your lips.

RHYS

rhys likes to celebrate. he enjoys it and think it’s extremely important. so doesn’t matter what date it is, he’ll find a way to gift you - because he’s bad at planning celebrations. and sometimes, he comes up with random excuses to buy you expensive things.

“here, darling. happy mother’s day.”

“u-hm… r-rhys? we don’t have kids”

“no, but you act like a mom to mor and cass when they are drunk, so… here, for you.” he extends the bag from the expensive cake store in town.

.

“darling~”

“rhys, i’m really busy right now”

“but darling! do you know what day it’s today?”

“… friday?”

“it’s national wine day!” he says as he shows you an expensive bottle of wine and a bouquet of red roses. “let’s celebrate”

AMREN

another one who has a hard time expressing feelings! but amren also loves luxury, she enjoys living a good (& expensive) life and wants you to have all from the best. wines? the oldest. clothes? made for yourself if you don’t find anything you like. food? only the best, most delicious ones. she demonstrates her love by taking care of you and making sure you enjoy your life.

“amren, we can just look in another store”

“why, love? if you liked this one, i’ll just have it made in your size.”

.

“this wine is older than me.”

you choke on the wine, before going to check how old it is. just to roll your eyes at her comment.

“it’s a lot older, ‘ren!”

“what means that’s a really good wine, love.”

EMERIE

emerie isn’t as (stupidly) rich as the others in this list. but she’s also the best at communicating here. so her presents are simple, but meaningful, what makes them really nice. she went shopping with nes and gywn and saw a candle in your favorite smell? she’s getting it. a new book you’ve been talking about? she’s buying. oh, just a cute keychain that reminds her of you? it’s already yours and she might get two so you can match.

“babe! i loved it! it’s so cute.”

“i know, right? it remembered me of you.”

“… a cat keychain remembered you of me? what are you trying to say?” you ask, a obviously fake offended tone in your voice since you don’t bother hiding your smile as you hug her.

“that you occupy way too much space in our bed” she whispers in you ear, hugging you back.

“hey!”

[fakesimp]

hihi Chia! congrats on the 500 followers!! you absolutely deserve this milestone because of the wonderful works you've written for us ~

moving on, may i request a fluff fic with Ike Eveland x GN!reader? with maybe a scenario of traveling the world with him? or to a particular place and what he and reader would do(like types of food they would try together, some honorable memories, and types of souvenirs they would get!)

again, congrats on the 500 followers! (btw if there's any grammatical errors, i apologize, english is not my strong suit right now 😔)

A Dream come true , With Ike Eveland

Warning !

Fluff ; Established Relationship

A/n : It's okay anon ! I understand you, don't worry 💜

Also thank you for the congratulation ! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

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"Hey Ike?"

"Hm?"

"Don't you ever, want to travel out somewhere? Together?"

. . .

It all started from there, and here you are both with your Beloved Novelist. Sitting next to each other, making a plan together. "So where do you want to go älskling?" He asked, your Lover, Ike Eveland.

"Hmm.. I have, nothing in mind at the moment." You replied as you ponder, trying to think of where to go. You heard a small chuckle coming from your side, you look over to see Ike smiling at you. "Take your time älskling, don't rush, we still have a plenty of time." He said as he pat your head gently, earning a hum from you.

"You know, I've.. been wanting to do this with you, for a loooong time." Ike said letting out a sheepish laugh, "I was, kind of nervous also confused on how to bring it up." "Ike.." you look over at your Beloved Novelist, smiling at him. You slowly reach out your hand to his cheek, he leaned into your hands the moment he can feel your hand on his cheek. Slowly closing his eyes, kissing your palms. "I'm so happy when you bought it up, tho, I do feel like I should've been the one." He said and let out a small laughter.

After awhile, you both ended up cuddling on the couch, as you both think of the plans on where to go. Ike cuddling you, him being on top of you. He snuggled closer, his head under your chin. His hair tickling your neck a little, you know how tired he is. His lack of sleep due to his streams also activity outside his streams, he must be very tired. You gently pat his head, earning a soft hum from the Novelist.

A few minutes have passed and you realized, Ike, had fallen asleep on you. You softly chuckled, "Sleep tight Ike."

. . .

A week later,

Both you and Ike are now on a vacation together, taking a photo together, and if only you noticed. Ike had been silently taking photos of you when you're distracted over something, he loved you so much. He never wants to miss every single moment with you, while he could memorize this moments. He will try his best to treasure every moment with you.

"Ike! Look, come here!" You called out to your Lover, Ike. He was taking a pic of you, but you were too distracted too realize. He smiled at the picture he got and after that he then immediately went to your side, "Hm? What is it?" He asked as he stood near you. Looking over at whatever you're pointing at.

. . .

Time flies, you and Ike went on a lot of places, doing so much stuff together. Having a picnic together, playing in the arcade just for those clawing games. And Ike got lucky and got you one big teddy bear, a present from your travels, you thought. It also could be a memorable memory you have with with Ike, on the travel.

There's also times when you woke up first before your lover do, you surprised him by making him, his favorite. Caviar Toast. You sometimes question, how does he like such food? But that question blown away when you see his eyes sparkled on the bed. With his messy bed hair, looking at you holding a plate of his favorite food. "I was wondering where did you go. And now I know where you went." Ike said as he smiled at you as you approached his figure.

At noon, you and Ike went out, trying some local foods, that caught your interest. You've tried many types of food, and both of you have different opinions on each food sometimes. But most of your opinions are the same. It was an intriguing experience, but both of you enjoyed them to bits.

Last day before you go back from your trip, Ike bought both you and himself to a field. A big one infact. That was filled with flowers, it was so beautiful you were entranced by the scene that is unfolding before you.

You turned to Ike, that was taking a picture of you. The perfect moment. A scenery of the flower field on the background with you smiling, as you turn facing him. You looked ethereal for him, "This is so beautiful Ike! Thank you for taking me here.." you thanked him. Ike looked at the picture he took one last time before walking up ahead, catching up to you.

"Your welcome älskling.. As long as you're happy, I am happy."

"Same goes to you Ikey, your happiness is important too you know. We should go to other places too !"

"Hahaha, yes, it is important.. and of course, why not. As long as I'm going with you, I'm up for it..

Also, Thank you for being the light in my life.

I Love you, so much.. älskling."

©fakesimp

A/n : I hope, you enjoy this anon (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) apologies if this doesn't exceed your expectations (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

(4/6) - 500 Followers Event !

[alrightbuckaroo]

A: Of the fanfic you’ve written, which is your favorite and why?

Hello, Jen!

Alright, even though I've answered this before, I'm going to cheat answer with another one.

This also might be recency bias, but my god, I adore tender eyes that shine.

I did a lot of things with the structure that I was really happy I was able to pull off. I remember how proud I was when I found a way to start Carlos' abduction scene with, "Carlos thinks this must be hell" and ending it with, "Carlos thinks this must be heaven."

Carlos' therapy scenes have easily been some of my favorite things to write. Maybe only rivaled with some things I've written in the Old West AU. I got to think of little gems like this:

“How are you today, Mr. Reyes?” Dr. Ortiz greets him with a smile so bright that it could only be rivaled by the sunlight slipping through her open blinds. “It’s actually Reyes-Strand, now,” Carlos corrects with a grin, happy he has an excuse to bring up his marriage. Carlos begins fidgeting with his ring again, but this time it’s not out of anxiety or nerves. This time he’s doing it to remind himself that this is real, he’s not dreaming. Dr. Ortiz treats Carlos to a true, genuine smile when she replies with, “Congratulations!” After, she takes a quick beat and repeats, “Hm, Reyes-Strand.” She tosses the name around her mouth, trying to get a feel of it. Carlos, being the meticulous man that he is, notices the note of something he can’t place in the way that she says it. He asks, “What?” “Nothing, it’s just,” Dr. Ortiz shakes her head, letting him know there’s nothing wrong. “From what we’ve discussed, you’ve never really been one to put yourself first."

I don't know, it was also just so interesting writing toxic masculinity and the aftershocks of it. It also made me love Carlos a little more than I already did before, so I definitely think I came out the better for it hahah

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