#i'm happy he has so many people who care about him this time around ;u;

[mintjeru]

happy birthday yuder!! you aren't alone anymore

✨ turning fanweek ✨

day 6 yuder's birthday | free day

open for better quality | no reposts

[wwinterwitch]

cowboy like me — coriolanus snow

summary: it takes one to know one. you and him were exactly alike, which explains why you were inevitably drawn to each other

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

word count: 2k

tags: you can't fix him you're as awful as him, being delusional together, fluff??? (not really but u guys are in love and happy and married), mentions of/implied murder and being bad people, romanticizing everything

notes: idk where i was going with this i just had this idea in my head and taylor inspired me to write it. i'm also absolutely feral for young!snow it's not even funny at this point, i needed to find ways to cope lmao

i'd really appreciate a comment or reblog if you enjoy my work.

masterlists | read on ao3

A smile appears on your face the second you feel a hand on your lower back, turning around to meet your husband's loving gaze.

He stands directly in front of you, staring down at you in a way that to this day makes you feel butterflies in your stomach, like you're nothing but a teenage girl who's unlucky enough to have developed a blinding crush on a guy too charming for his own good— the thought of it makes you feel almost nostalgic, looking back at the early stages of your relationship.

Coriolanus Snow has always been a familiar face. Growing up together, you two have known each other for ages. You might've interacted a few times, but nothing beyond brief conversations between classmates.

You had a boyfriend at the time. A much too sweet and caring guy that made the big mistake of falling irrevocably in love with you. In all fairness, it was hard for him not to trail behind you like a lost puppy all the time when you were so good at making foolish boys believe you were the girl of their dreams.

Love is not a word you would use to describe your relationship. He was tolerable and clearly obsessed with you, so it made sense for you to stay with him. He learned with time that buying you very expensive gifts would get you to pay more attention to him, so that became his way of showing his affection for you.

In his mind this was perfectly reasonable. His girl likes being spoiled, so that's exactly what he did. The adoration for you blinded him enough to ignore the truth: you're just sticking around for the money. Some people warned him you were bad news, but you always managed to find a way to make him worship you all over again. Maybe you could've felt sorry for him at some point...if only he didn't have such good taste to pick things out for you.

But then Coriolanus happened. You started to notice him more and more until you inevitably started having feelings for him. How could you not fall for a guy like him? Especially after he started his quick ascend as one of the best Game makers in history.

Maybe it was the way he so fervently claimed his interest in you, willing to pursue you even when your boyfriend was still in the picture. Or perhaps it had to do with his growing popularity and power. After all, you can't deny how attracted you are to guys with ambition.

And Coriolanus is not exactly sure what made him fall for you either. There's many things he loves about you, that's for sure, but he can't say which came first. Was it your captivating beauty and intelligence, or the news that you recently became the only heir to one of the wealthiest families in the Capitol?

Whatever force pulled the two of you together, it really doesn't matter at this point. What matters is that he loves you with every fiber of his being, willing to do whatever is in his power to make sure you're happy (and what isn't, he'll do anything to get). And you love him too, of course, offering him a companionship he always craved— undying fidelity, the purest honesty and understanding.

You've never once judged him for being who he is. If anything, you seem to admire his strength to do whatever it takes to secure his place in society. No one has ever been this loving and accepting, almost encouraging him to be as determined as ever to get the two of you on top.

Whatever he did or didn't do is already in the past. Why should the past matter? Shouldn't you enjoy the present with your loving and successful husband? Be proud of the work the two of you have done to get where you are?

No, the past is gone. It already happened. There’s no need to look back at things you can't change and decisions you can't take back. It all brought you here. Every tiny little decision led the two of you to this moment; married, in love, happy, powerful. It was meant to be like this.

He didn't seem to mind about your own past either. Any other person would've judged you for the difficult decisions you had to make in order to become the wealthiest woman in all of Panem. You've seen it in the face of ex friends and lovers. They never understood your hunger for what you so rightfully deserve.

Good things don't happen to people because they're good. They happen because you make them happen. You fight, you take, you conquer. It's what life is, and it's something you and Coriolanus understand perfectly. That's why the two of you make sense. Why it feels so right to be together. You understand him and he understands you— understands you like no one else has in your entire life.

It was him the one who held you that night when you just couldn't hold it in anymore, and he sat with you while you cried and cried about your beloved sister, because even after all those years you still missed her and wished things could've been different.

If only your parents made it easier for you. They shouldn't have played favorites from the moment you were born. And they really shouldn't mess with something as important as inheritance. It's your goddamn birthright! How could they be so cruel to you? If they corner you against the wall with no apparent way to escape, it was a matter of time before you decided to stand your ground.

It's a shame your poor sister had to suffer the consequences, though. You really do love her...

Coriolanus couldn't judge you even if he tried. He could see himself in your tear-filled eyes and hear his own inconsolable sobs through your voice. It took him back to a particularly difficult point in his life where he had to make a similar choice.

He pours his heart out to you as he holds you tight against his body, revealing all the unfortunate things he was forced to do because it's all that was left. An act-or-die situation that kept repeating itself until he had no other choice but to do the unspeakable. What else was he supposed to do? What else were you supposed to do?

The regret in his voice is evident, and you know he does regret it because he’s a good person with a heart of gold. One of the best people you’ve ever met in your life. He’s good, and brave, and passionate…enough to sacrifice what he loves if the circumstances require that of him. Not many people have the privilege to claim to be as great as him.

"You did what you had to," your voice came out in a soft whisper, still affected by your sudden outburst with the thought of your sister engraved deep inside your brain. At the time you thought you were trying to ease his conscience, but maybe your statement was falling from your lips in a weak attempt to ease your own inner conflict too. "Life has been so unfair to us, Coriolanus. Is it too bad that we want just a little bit of peace?"

He stays quiet for a bit, stroking your hair in hopes to bring you some comfort as he processes your hopeless, pain-filled statement. That's probably the hardest thing about loving you; caring so much that he cannot possibly function if he knows you're hurting, and cursing himself for not being able to take that pain away. 

"We'll have peace," he eventually assures you. His voice is soft, yet fiercely determined. There's no room for discussion. He'll make it happen for the two of you. What's a few more difficult choices when he's so far gone now? When he knows it has worked perfectly before and it made all his dreams come true?

In that moment, snuggled up to his chest with his arms tightly wrapped around you, it was clear. That sense of familiarity you only get when you look back in the mirror, or when you quickly scan a room when someone speaks your name. He has suffered as much as you. He knows what it's like to be mistreated in life, and how difficult it is sometimes to live with the fact that you had to leave people behind to finally taste a drop of happiness.

The guilt comes and goes. Sometimes it's easier to remember you had no choice, but other times all you can think about is what life could've been if you weren't forced to take such drastic measures. Perhaps now that you have someone who truly understands, you'll learn to always remember you deserve all you managed to achieve.

When you move back from him to look up into his welcoming and comforting blue eyes, you knew you'd never be alone again. You'll never get to experience this free-fall, soul-consuming feeling with anyone else. And why would you even want to waste your time like that, when you already found the one person who sees the world exactly like you do? 

A love like this is hard to find. Most people spend a lifetime trying to find a love decent enough to make them feel like they're losing their minds. Like the air is missing from their lungs and everything looks much darker when the other is not around. Like they're willing to do anything to make the other happy. Like the fear of being consumed entirely by it is the sweetest of fates.

You thought you could only experience affection in the form of luxurious jewelry, fancy clothing and all that came with the important status your ex boyfriend provided. At one point, you could say you almost needed him. Or least needed his money. He provided a safety net you desperately needed after your stupid parents decided to leave everything to your annoyingly perfect sister.

After becoming the only heir in your family (it really is a shame that your sister was gone so soon, poor thing), your boyfriend was no longer a necessity, but a way of distracting yourself when you needed it. It's not like you're going to refuse his gifts and attention anytime soon, right?

But that was it. The furthest it can get to what being in love should look like. And that was what your relationship with Coriolanus should have been when you decided to make your way into his heart. Never in a million years would you have expected to meet a soul that matches yours in even the tiniest of details, that loves so deeply and cares enough to act like it's required to survive. 

With his arms still surrounding your body in a protective and comforting manner, you knew he’d be the guy you’d spend the rest of your life with. You knew it long before the day he got down on one knee, professing his undying love for you and offering the most beautiful engagement ring you have ever seen in your life. You pledged to always be there for him and, in return, he vowed to give you the world— he'd find a way to reach the night sky and collect every single star for you if that's what you ask of him. You kept each other's deepest secrets like they were your own. Two smart and ambitious people joining together in their search for greatness.

The hand on your lower back now rests against your cheek, tracing your skin in such a delicate manner that it almost makes you shiver. The white rose attached to his impeccable burgundy suit is slightly tilted to the right, fixing it with your hands as soon as your eyes notice that detail.

He smiles wider after your gesture, leaning down to capture your lips in an affectionate kiss to show his gratitude. You wish the moment could last longer, but you know it's impossible to stay behind these walls for longer when there's a loud crowd out there chanting your husband's name.

There's the briefest of interactions when he breaks the kiss, the two of you standing in front of each other with a smile of pure conspiracy— a silent recognition of the work individually done to get here, an unspoken ‘thank you’ to one another for the team effort, and the promise of a never-ending companionship that would only take you higher.

He grabs your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours before finally stepping outside to the marble balcony. Before you, a sea of people cheer and welcome the new President and First Lady of Panem.

[causenessus]

Nightmares. | Bungou Stray Dogs

inc: dazai, chuuya, tecchou

written in 2nd pov (female reader implied at least for chuuya)

song recc: roslyn by bon iver

word count: 1064 words

summary: "how do they take care of you when you have a nightmare?"

sorry if they all seem the same D: i tried to make them all unique and i can see the difference between each character in how they would treat u but i know it's small i'm sorry they're all just such green flags and would be the sweetest <3

dazai

has had so many nightmares himself he knows just how to take care of you

having someone with him at night helped reduce the stress and the number of ones he has <3

you’ll wake up from a nightmare, crying out as you shoot up and he’s there for you from the very start, sitting up as well and shushing you, pulling you to his chest

“it’s okay, it’s okay,” he kept repeating as he drew your head near to his chest. “deep breaths, bella,” he encouraged softly, holding your face so that you were looking directly into his eyes while he gave you a gentle smile. he ran his hands through your hair, smoothing it out until your breathing calmed down

is super patient with you throughout the whole process, will not act sleepy in the slightest so that you don’t feel bad for waking him up or anything else

“ ‘m sorry I woke you,” your voice shook as you tried to take a deep breath, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

he took your hands off your face, using his own to brush away your tears with all the care in the world. “don’t be sorry, I was half awake anyway. take your time, love.”

he’ll offer to listen if you want to talk about it, but he understands if you’re not ready yet

tries to coax you back to sleep soon after because he wants you to rest

but he knows from experience how hard it can be when your mind is racing

the reason it’s helped him so much to sleep with someone though is bc it can take your mind off the dream <3

he’ll position you against his chest and between his legs while he rests against the headboard of the bed. he’ll intertwine his arms with yours, rubbing circles on your wrists while he hums softly to distract you

if you’re feeling sensitive to noise, he’ll place his hands over your ears instead, using his thumbs to rub the sides of your head

he’s there for whatever you need him to do. during your first nightmare with him, he’ll still be figuring out how you react to them. after that, he'll remember exactly what you need and want from him. he wants to make sure you feel safe and comfortable no matter what <3

chuuya

wakes up first while you’re still tossing and turning in your dream

he’ll sit up and lean over, waking you as gently as he can. he’ll cup your face as you wake up, brushing anyway any tears with warm hands

“hey, hey, it’s okay. you’re okay. it’s just a bad dream. I’m right here. you’re safe,” he whispered softly as you woke up shaking, your breathing erratic

he kisses away the rest of your tears, touching you so gently and with so much love

asks if you want to talk about it and if you need anything else which he’ll be happy to get for you

afterward, he’ll pull you close to his chest, one hand on your head and the other around your waist, making you feel secure and protected

I think he’d be the type who would keep talking the whole time, distracting you from your thoughts. he’ll talk you through everything he’s doing, he’ll continue to comfort you, and will talk about any other random thing once you both have laid back down

probably tries to make some jokes a little bit before you head back to sleep as well to make you feel better

“sometimes, that stupid dazai shows up in my dreams and I just know it’s not a coincidence. there’s no way that scheming blockhead doesn’t have some mysterious way of communicating and entering people’s dreams. and he does it just to piss me off. ugh, just thinking about it makes me upset,” he ran a hand through his hair, smiling when you let out a small laugh, wiping away the last of your tears with the back of your hand.

he took your hand in his own and kissed it softly, “there’s my pretty girl. see? you’re safe, nothing bad is gonna happen.”

tecchou

does not wake up

you wake up from your nightmare, eyes bleary and heart racing. the only thing you want is to be in his arms so you wake him

once he sees your tears though he’s up immediately, hands on your face as he wipes them away, “oh angel, what’s wrong?”

you place your hand over his own, “just a nightmare…I’m sorry I didn’t know what else to do.”

“nothing to be sorry about,” he says softly, a smile on his face as if you had said something funny, “that’s what I’m here for. I’m glad you woke me up.”

he suggests making a warm drink to calm you down if you’re up for it 

in his experiences, he’s found it best to get up and change his surroundings in order to get his mind off a bad dream

if you say yes, he’ll make you something to drink before sitting next to you in the kitchen. he’ll be with you the whole time, telling you that he’s willing to listen if you want to talk about it or anything else if you don’t want to think about it

will have a hand on your thigh or back, rubbing it slowly to comfort you

when you both head back to bed, he’ll hold you close to him, one hand intertwined with yours to let you know he’s there while the other runs through your hair <3

if you don’t want to get up from the bed, that’s okay too, he’ll ask you what you want him to do and makes sure your every need is taken care of <3

kisses your forehead as you both lay back down, then draws patterns across your skin with one hand. the other one flat against your lower back to keep you pressed against him

if you’re still a little scared, he’ll continue to comfort you and reassure you that it’s okay. he’ll wipe away any more tears and stay awake the whole time. he tries to make sure he hears your breathing slow and that you’ve fallen back asleep before he closes his own eyes again to make sure that you get the rest you deserve <3

[daenysx]

requesting for one 1k celebration (ik it's late and it's totally okay if you decide not to write it, congratulations on it anyway!!) but rockstar!reader with either fan or bodyguard!james??? idk, take this any way you want, i'm giving you the wheel

i loved this request so much and i tried my best so hopefully you'll enjoy!! thank you for requesting, love u♡ you can send james potter requests if you have one!

bodyguard!james potter x rockstar!reader, you and james can't keep your feelings secret anymore

brave enough

you like the hotel room but it's boring to spend all night in.

the concert was quite satisfying and it went smoothly. you know you're getting more and more popular each day; followed by paparazzi almost everywhere, interviewed by important channels that people talk about on twitter, having fan accounts on instagram. you feel a sense of joy and fear at the same time. it's scary to be famous but you enjoy sharing your songs with people, you like the way their eyes shine when you start singing. most of the time you think it's worth being a bit scared.

this is where your security team joins the picture. you are being protected by a team of bodyguards, they are silent but effective. sometimes you feel too important when you walk into a crowded space with the team covering everywhere but most of the time it doesn't feel normal. it feels so silly to be needing protection unlike a normal person. you should be past that. you should realize your position in this world as a famous rockstar and probably should be grateful to these people who never let anything bad happen to you.

shaking redundant thoughts away, you put on some comfy clothes, a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt. you only take your wallet and your phone before leaving the room, airpods tucked nicely in your pocket just in case. you check how you look on the mirror at the bathroom and the sight is just like you imagined, exhaustedly happy with a crooked smile and tired eyes.

you knock on the door across yours. you are sure james will open it in two seconds. he does that exactly but the sight in front of you makes you look at your shoes shyly without thinking- he's shirtless.

"hey." james says, casually. "something wrong?"

he's always asking that firstly, the head of your security team. he's huge, all muscles and tall, you have seen too many comments on instagram saying how hot he looks. well, he does. he really is good looking, you'd have to be blind to not realize it. he has lovely eyes and a big smile when he tries to be comforting, huge hands and a perfect chest. james potter is someone's dream guy, you are sure of it.

"no." you say, eyes still looking anywhere but him. "nothing, i just- i got bored, thought maybe we could go out. you can put on your shirt- if you want, i can wait."

james takes a step back to let you in. you follow his lead, the room smells like his cologne and hints of aftershave. it's making your legs shaky, you sit on the couch as he takes his shirt from the bed and puts it on.

"you wanna go out?" he asks with a gentle voice. things with him has always been this sweet, not like a regular boss-employee relationship. you know he cares about you, he's like a friend who's always been around, who you can always fall in love with if you ever take that dangerous step.

you nod at his question. he puts on his glasses and looks like himself again. "i wanted some fresh air, and i'm a bit hungry. maybe we can get chicken nuggets from the place in the corner?"

james thinks about it for a moment. it feels weird, like you're asking for his permission to go out but it's far from the truth. you need james's opinion before leaving a secure place because he knows the best. he knows the danger, the press, the paparazzi. if he says you should stay in, you probably should listen. still, you're hoping he'll say yes to going out with you.

"i'm sorry, sweetheart." he says. "i think we should stay at the hotel tonight."

"yeah?" you ask. you can't help but feel a bit upset, you are tired because of your busy schedule but you want to hang out sometimes. you want to be anywhere you want any time without worrying. it would be so nice, to be out with james, just eating and drinking. you could tell him all about your new album. you could tell stupid jokes to him, you could make him smile. now that your voice sounds sad, james flinches just a little bit. he comes to your side with a few short steps.

"i'm really sorry." he says. he kneels in front of you to make an eye contact. "you just had a show and i think it's better if we stay out of sight for now."

you nod, give him a smile to let him know it's okay. "i'll go back to my room then. you should get some rest, you've been working all night long."

you stand up to go but james is quicker. he holds your hand, your fingers go lax in his palm. he is on his feet again, looking at you with a promising pair of eyes.

"do you want to stay here? we can order chicken nuggets and sit in the balcony."

the idea is tempting but you really don't want to waste james's resting time. "it's okay, james. you probably should get some sleep before we leave tomorrow morning."

"sweetheart." he says, his voice is so soft you could crumble under it. "please. would you like to spend some time with me?"

you nod this time, how could you resist his sweet voice? james orders take out as you go sit in the balcony, the night air is chill and you can see a few stars. it's quiet and nice, you close your eyes to the breeze you feel on your skin.

james comes in, wearing a hoodie. he has one in his hand too, he gives you the hoodie, hoping you'll accept. you take it, thanking him silently before wearing it. he sits next to you, comfortable silence fills the air as you wait for food. you look so pretty in the hoodie, james almost doesn't hear the knock on the door. he is quick to leave the balcony, shaking his head as if he's trying to stop thinking something he shouldn't.

he comes back with the food and two huge paper cups of iced tea. you help him settle the paper bags down on the little table, he ordered nuggets and different kinds of sauces he's sure you like. you take a sip from your drink, coldness of it gives a relief to your throat. james does the same, you both start eating silently.

maybe it'd be uncomfortable if it were someone else, just sitting and eating without saying much but this is james you are here with. no matter what the situation is his presence is always comforting and warm. you adore how cool he is, how kind.

"so," you start, breaking the silence. "did you enjoy the show tonight?"

james smiles. "of course i did. you know your way around that stage, you know? i always enjoy seeing you sing."

"thank you, james." you say with a soft voice.

"you are-" he starts, "you really are something else."

you stop drinking for a second to see his eyes. he sounds like he's confessing a big secret but it's not the first time james has complimented you, so you are not sure why his voice comes out like that.

"jamie?"

"everything stops when you sing, when you dance on the stage like you always do. i see people's faces, how they admire you, how they follow your every step. my face must look like theirs i believe, just- like your biggest fan."

you give him the loveliest smile you can manage, how dare he says such a beautiful thing? he smiles back, it's full of admiration and pride. he's proud of you, you realize. he's always been around, always been there for you. he's been fierce and brave, faced every little thing that bothered you like the strong man he is. your chest fills with something you can't identify.

"well," you wander around the words. "you're my favorite fan and that puts you in the most special place."

james chuckles, you are losing your mind. you forget everything for a second, who you are and who he is.

"james, i-"

"angel." he says. "it's okay."

he has no right to do that. he has no right to make your heart beat faster and say that it's okay. you feel like you should do something, say something to end this misery. you both stop eating, the wind passes through your hair. james still looks at you with an undeniable affection.

"i'm not trying to mess with your mind, i promise." he says quietly. "but i'm not strong enough to keep everything in me, i just- i'm sorry if i'm making you uncomfortable."

"no, no, of course you're not." you say quickly. "it's just- i don't want to be delusional, james. i don't want to imagine things."

james reaches for your hand. the short distance between you disappears as he leans for your cheek. he gives you the softest kiss, you can't breathe when he does that. he leans back into his chair, your hand still in his hand.

"you're not imagining things." he says. "i don't know if i should be brave enough to tell you something i can't take back."

your fingers move a bit, but james doesn't let go. "you should." you say, firmer than ever. "you should be brave. i believe it's in the job description."

he pulls your hand to himself, makes you stand up and fall back to his lap. your heartbeat goes faster, he holds you gently.

"i'm mad for you." he says, looking deep into your eyes. "i'm willing to take any risk if you want me to. i'd do anything to protect you, and it's not only because i'm your bodyguard."

you settle down on his lap, holding one of his hands and stroking his knuckles. "can i kiss you?" you ask, not too shy but a bit hesitant.

james nods, and he cups your cheek. his thumb rubs your jawline, you cover his lips with yours. the kiss is better than you imagine, he is the only thing in your mind. suddenly, you feel how dangerous he is; you can write hundreds of songs about this kiss, about james. he has the power to invade your mind and he isn't shy about it. he is a fierce kisser, uses his hands and lips in a way that makes you melt.

his tongue meets yours and it's the best thing at that moment. james sucks your bottom lip, he doesn't break the kiss until you pull yourself back. you press small kisses on his cheeks, his sharp jaw is prominent under your mouth. he breathes faster, the tip of his nose rubbing on your cheek.

"what if someone sees us here?" you ask, playfully. his hand around your thigh tightens.

he pushes your hair back. "it's too dark here for anyone to recognize us. do you think i'd put you in that kind of situation?"

his tone matches yours. "i think you'll have to put me in that kind of situation eventually." you say, kissing his lips again. "i'm not worried, james. i like you too much to be worried."

"i'll protect you." he says, so serious and so lovely. "i won't let anybody hurt you."

"i know, baby." you say, and james visibly loves the word baby coming out of your lips.

he can only kiss you more after that. the night is long and it's full of promises, you are both so tired to think. it will be okay, you know that. it should be okay when he kisses you like this, like you are the most precious thing in the world. you kiss him back, trying to be brave enough for his heart. for now, it's good. james will make sure it'll be better.

[illubean]

Can u write reactions for leorio, kurapika, and illumi, if they received flowers from crush!reader?

Receiving Flowers From Their Crush

Characters: Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paladaknight, Illumi Zoldyck Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Gn!reader

mueheheheh

Warnings: none

Kurapika Kurta

Tulips- perfect and deep love

Kurapika's backstory led him to feel certain emotions much deeper than many others

but somehow, you had fallen deeply in love with him

he gets flustered at the thought of receiving something this meaningful from someone as perfect as you

if you leave them somewhere for him he's gonna be like "for me??? nah probably a mistake"

but if he asks you about them or you give them to him personally

he's on the verge of spontaneously combusting

you can see a blush creeping from under his shirt and up his neck to the rest of his face

"o-oh... thank you"

he hides his face behind the back of his hand with the other one holding the flowers you'd just given him close to his chest

and if you confess then and there his blush will deepen as he gives you a nod in response

he probably hangs them upside down in his room so they'd dry and preserve themselves nicely and he'd never have to get rid of such a sentimental token of love from you <3

Leorio Paladaknight

Carnations- devotion, love and fascination

Leorio really is a one of a kind guy

he's caring, funny and has a drive to help others that most people don't

so needless to say, beeing fascinated with him came naturally

after you present him with these flowers he actually flips his shit

bro jumps around for joy, clicks his heels and does a fist pump with a loud "YES!!"

he's just so giddy around you

he picks you up in a tight bear hug with a "This mean's we're partners now right!?"

he's so happy and excited that he can't even ask you properly but its ok

you said yes anyways <3

even though you would take things one step at a time, you were willing to devote yourself to this man whenever he may ask

Illumi Zoldyck

Lisianthus- lifelong love

Illumi isn't one for casual relationships

so him having a crush on you means he's looking to be with you for life

he probably questions why you got him flowers "Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?"

he has no clue what to do with them tbh

they'd just sit on his desk or bedside table until they wither away

that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate the gesture though

he may be expressionless and closed off but he's not completely unaware when it comes to feelings

he'd take the flowers and just claim you as his

you're giving him stuff, it means you're together now

"I'm going to make you my spouse"

he gets a lil possessive but you don't mind

because you're the one who wanted a lifelong love with him to begin with

[cynarisgayass]

helloo! I have a req for the to scream or be silent. (I'm really sorry if u are already full of requests)

could you do Xiao and Scara/Wanderer (up to u!)?

I think it would be quite interesting to see what they'd do in this scenario

Thank you sm!

𓍊𓋼~To scream or be silent PT 3~𓋼𓍊

Type: Headcannons

Description: HELLOOO!! Dw, you're currently my only request so I'm happy to have you! Hope you don't mind I added Venti and I hope you like dis~ So for anyone who doesn't know, this is a series where genshin characters react to a reader who will go completely mute or talk 3,000 miles a minute. Mostly a comfort type of fic!

Part 1, Part 2

Rating: Comforting fluff

Reader: GN, Slight autism/adhd vibes

Includes: Wanderer/ Xiao/ and Venti

Wanderer:

To scream:

He can get a little overwhelmed when you're in a hyper state, maybe even a little annoyed, but he's trying his best to be better about it. It's not that you are actually what's bugging him, he's just not used to so much talking, he doesn't know how to react when you want to tell him every detail about a book you just read or a show you just finished. To him this is whole new territory that he's not really comforting with yet.

However, when he does find a way to sit and listen to you patiently and you give him that smile of finally being heard...he finds it very very cute. He'd never say it aloud though...

To be silent:

He's the king of the silent game, the second you no longer want to talk, he no longer wants to either. He may look grumpy while he sits across from you or lays in bed staring aimlessly at the ceiling, but this is the time you both use to unwind. He loves those moments with you because it calms him, calms both of you and it's easy. If you're hyper fixating, he's not far away, destressing about social interactions and classes at the academia. If you need a break from speaking cause you just can't anymore, he's feeling the same...and ever so often he lets you closer to him to cuddle, but it's so sappy to him that it only ever rarely happens. When it does though, it's very enjoyable.

Xiao:

To scream:

He's always happy to hear your voice, to hear that excited fast tone you get when you're talking about something you're currently obsessed with. For so long he'd gone without much conversation that now he craves it from you, to the point that he'd sit on the roof with you all night while you went on and on about everything. Till you eventually fall asleep on him that is, then he'd carry you to bed and hope you'd find him the next day to do it all over again.

To be silent:

He understands everyone needs a break from socialising sometimes, but he struggles with how big of a break you want. It's difficult for him when you're hyperfixated and he wants to know wether or not you want him nearby, he can't exactly ask because he doesn't want to disturb you. When you go mute just so you don't have to talk, he finds himself feeling awkward cause he's not sure if you want to be alone or not.

More often then not he's very gentle with his voice and movements, tiptoeing around you because he knows better then anyone that alone time is alone time. If you do initiate a cuddle when you're in a silent phase, he will gladly accept and pet your head to comfort you.

As a god he's met all different types of people and has came up with many a ways to make them feel cared for. You are no exception. The second you start telling him about about a song you've just heard that you're in love with, he will learn it just for you. Say you are obsessing over a new item you've just bought, he wants to know all about it. He gets just as happy as you, if not happier because he loves how bright your smile is.

Venti:

To scream:

To be silent:

Just as before, when someone's silent around him, he understands completely. He will get out his quietest instruments and provide gentle background music, improving on his lyrics or coming up with new tunes to play later, all while you're hyperfixated on something or another. He will sing you songs when you don't want to talk so you won't ever feel awkward about lack of noise. And when you truly want pure silence, he sits by you and holds your hand, letting the quiet settle in.

Felt a little extra sappy with this one hehe. Also 20 followers now!! Woohoo!!

[glorysbox]

Hi! Wanted to start off saying I love your writing so much! I had an idea that I’d love to see written by you, though I’m not sure if you do swf type stuff? (If not please totally ignore me!) And also not sure how detailed you prefer people to get, so this might be way too long for a fic lol. Either way, love your writing and hope you’re doing well!

So essentially Leon has a friend (afab) who has had a boyfriend for a while, and Leon begins to notice that she’s been staying home all the time, showing up less and less to hang out with their friend group, and giving excuses to not show up that’ve begun to repeat. Leon gets suspicious and confronts her when they’re alone for a minute, asking if her boyfriend is preventing her from hanging out with her friends and family. She confirms that’s the case, and explains that her boyfriend gets insanely suspicious about her interacting with anyone outside of him because, “Why would you ever need to talk to or be around anyone else? I should be enough for you. I should be your whole world.” And Leon, who has always had feelings for her but never acted on them is essentially like, “You know there are people who’d treat you better than that, right?”

leon x fem!reader

wc: 1.6k

tags: SFW YAYYYY! implied emotionally abusive relationship, hurt + comfort, leon is a cutie that cares about u a lot, dialogue heavy again

It's been a while since he's seen you.

So long, in fact, that Leon is starting to feel worried.

He never liked your boyfriend—couldn't stand the way the guy constantly talked down to you or the people around you. Leon never said anything, though. The guy made you "happy"—(in your own words)—and he would rather keep his tongue shut than threaten the friendship he has with you over this guy.

He thought he was making the right decision.

And yet, here he is, staring at the multitude of messages that he's been sending you over the past few weeks. Invitations to hang out get ignored. Questions about your well-being get ignored. Conversation starters get ignored. It's frustrating. But above being frustrating: it's nerve-wracking. Leon is worried. And he has been for weeks now... you're pulling away from him. And not just him; you're pulling away from everyone.

bestie: Hey. I'm worried about you, can we please talk? You've been distant for a while now. Did I do something wrong? [7:32]

bestie: Hello? Cmon. Dont ignore me [7:47]

You don't even read it.

It's at this point in time where Leon is starting to feel like he needs to do something. To say something. You were never like this before—and he's upset. Really upset. Which leads him to where he is now—fumbling with his phone as he stands outside of your apartment building. What does he even say? Does he call you—maybe text you? Will you even respond? Probably not. What if your boyfriend—the whole reason he wants to speak with you—is over your place?

Jesus, Leon. He thinks, stuffing his phone along with his hands into his jacket pockets. Come on. She needs you. Whatever happens happens.

Three knocks on your apartment break you out of your boyfriend-argument induced stupor. Your mind is foggy as you stumble from your bed—wiping your tears—to head to the door. This time, you don't even know what you've done wrong. You listen to your boyfriend faithfully. You've stopped talking to Leon, stopped hanging out with your friends, stopped messaging your family everyday—what else is there to do? You just want him to be happy.

boyfie: Do you even care about me? [7:26]

boyfie: i ask you to do the bare minimum shit and you never listen [7:26]

boyfie: Maybe we should just break up. i treat you like you're the only girl for me and all you do is whore yourself around [7:27]

He's told you so many times that he's the only one that'll ever love you the way he does. Explained that he is and should be your endgame—tells you that every good relationship needs it's compromise. He tells you that he's compromised so much to get nothing in return. And you believe it.

You'll have to figure out how to make this right—after you see who's at the door. With one final wipe of your tears with the back of your hand, you open your front door—maybe hoping to see your boyfriend, but...

"Hey, I... are you crying?" Leon's face is scrunched together, eyebrows drawn in and eyes squinting at the sight of your (admittedly pathetic, but adorable) display of sadness.

"No—I'm not. I was just..." You trail off, voice low and sad and whiny enough to make Leon's heart break into a million pieces. Guilt rushes over him in waves. He should've come sooner. You feel a firm hand squeezing the meat of your shoulder.

"Don't even lie... can I come in? We really, really need to talk. I—"

"No! No—you can't come in. Look, I'm sorry Leon, but..." You put your hands up defensively, creating distance between the both of you. Leon's heart breaks into a million more pieces. "That's not a good idea. You need to leave."

"Need to?" He sounds offended. "I'm not going anywhere. What I need to do is talk to you. About a bunch of things. It's just a talk!"

He pauses for a few moments.

"He won't get mad at us for just talking," Leon adds, in attempt to quell your obvious anxiety at just conversing with him. It's pretty much just as he thought; you never would avoid or ignore him on purpose. Your boyfriend told you to. You're just too sweet to realize that he's treating you like shit.

"Even if he doesn't... I don't want to risk it. I really don't want to upset him..." You avoid Leon's gaze. "Can you just... go away? I don't want to ruin my relationship anymore than I already have."

Leon's heart breaks into a trillion pieces.

"I'm... not going anywhere." Leon says slowly, taking a step closer to you. "Come on. He doesn't have to know. I'm worried about you. Everyone is."

"I don't want to lie about having you over. That would just be wrong." You pause. "And worried about what? I'm fine. Really."

Leon sighs. You watch as he pinches the bridge of his nose—watch as he looks around your apartment building. And then, you watch as he ducks under your arm to enter your apartment. He's already got the door shut behind himself before you can protest or say anything.

You open your mouth to speak, but—

"Just hear me out! Please. Come on. We've been best friends for years. Don't you care to hear about what I have to say?" He pauses, a pout forming on his face. You start to feel guilty for ghosting him. "Please. I'll be quick."

And you sigh in defeat, saying nothing. Which to him, is an invitation to speak.

"I... uh, okay, I know I said I wanted to speak. But I actually want you to talk to me instead. Talk to me about what's going on—" He reaches for you, putting a hand on your cheek. His thumb swipes away your tears. You don't pull away this time. "I need to know. I've been dying not knowing what's going on with you. At least give me the reason you ditched me."

"I... I'm sorry..." You mutter, eyes downcast as you avoid your best friend's intense gaze. "I should've talked to you about it, I'm sorry. It's just—he didn't want me talking to you, because..."

"Because?"

"Well—he said that you... uh, had a crush on me. And he didn't want me hanging out with you anymore because it's... cheating."

"What?! I don't—I..." He trails off, voice pitched a tad too high considering the fact that he's lying his ass off. Deflect, Leon. "Okay, whatever. What about our other friends? Your family? What's your reason for that?"

"H... he just said that you and—well, everyone doesn't understand our relationship. And that you guys just want to break us apart."

Damn right Leon doesn't understand your relationship with that douchebag. And damn right he wants you to break up with him. He doesn't verbalize any of this—not now, at least. He keeps a hand on your cheek, reveling in the feeling of your warm skin on his hand.

"And... why are you crying right now?" Leon's voice is soft as he speaks to you. He's trying his hardest to coax the truth out of you.

"Because..." You bite your lip, still looking away from Leon. The look on your face has his heart breaking into a quadrillion pieces. He could treat you so much better. "I made a mistake. And he won't tell me what I did... but I want to fix it. I really don't want to lose him..."

"You know... if he was a good boyfriend, he wouldn't not tell you what you did wrong." Leon's brows furrow together once more, replacing his softer expression. "He shouldn't want you to be upset. He should want you to be... happy. That's what couples should do."

Leon's doing a lot of talking for a guy who's never had a relationship before. He'd never admit that the reason is mostly because he only wants you.

"I know, but—"

"There's no buts. Come on. Don't you see? He's treating you like shit. I don't want to see you like..." He gestures to all of you. "This. Sad and lonely and desperate for this guy to treat you well. He's never going to treat you well."

He pauses.

"There's so many people out here. People that can treat you better. That care about you... like me, for example." Very subtle, Leon. He thinks, but thankfully... you don't seem to catch on. Or you don't comment on it if you do. He takes the opportunity, pulling you closer into him.

You don't pull away.

Making progress.

"We're best friends... I only want the best for you." You wrap your arms around his torso. Making more progress, he thinks. "I care about you more than you know. And I've been lonely without you."

You bury your face in his chest. It's comforting. It always has been. More progress.

"Everyone is worried about you. You need to... stop letting him string you along like this. He's taking advantage of you." You sniffle in his chest.

Maybe he's right, you think.

"Let's go back to the way things were before. Me. And you. And, uh... everyone else, yeah. And you being happy and smiling and having fun. I haven't seen you smile once since you started dating this guy." An exaggeration, but not all a lie. Now that you think about it, you aren't exactly happy. At all, really.

You're cracking.

"But..." You want to protest, to say anything, but the words die in your throat. You miss Leon. You miss your friends. You miss your family.

"No buts. Let's watch a movie. We can order pizza and stuff our faces. And you'll block that bastard and hang out with me every day again." You try to hold back the smile that threatens it's way on your face.

You hate to admit that this sounds like a good idea.

[natti-ice]

Would You Have Me?- Sirius Black.

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N is the only person in Sirius’ life he truly cares about, he wouldn’t mind if it was only them

Warnings: modern high school au!, written in third person (she/her pronouns) (1.6k words)

Author's note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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The final bell rang, it was Friday hundreds of students poured out of the school doors ready for the weekend. Y/N was among the swarm of kids, headed toward her bus. Thankful it was the weekend, this week had been a lot on her. Off in the distance, she could hear her name over the loud voices. Looking around shielding her eyes from the sun, she could see a tall boy headed her way. 

It was Sirius

"There you are," he said when he reached her, throwing his arm around her shoulder "Where are you off to?" he asked

"My bus" she pointed to the big yellow vehicle

"C'mon, I'll take you home" he offered

"Really?" she asked

"Yeah, you can tell me all about your day"

They walked to the student parking lot, Sirius drove a black '89 Dodge charger. It was a little squeaky, but he loves that car. 

He opens the passenger door for Y/N, closing it once she was in. Sirius Drove the long way to her house so they could talk longer.

"How was your day, dear?" he asks pulling out of the campus

"It was fine, I'm glad the week is over. Everything has been a lot lately" 

It was their junior year, everyone is starting to worry about their futures. Their career, college, exams, everything stressful. 

"I know what you mean, it feels like we have to know everything about the future before it happens" he replies

They continue their conversation all the way to Y/N's house. They've always been able to tell each other everything without feeling judged. Nowadays, it feels like you have to make sure everything is perfect because the whole world is watching, waiting for you to fall.

He was her safe place, and she was his. 

Sirius pulls up in front of her house, parking the car.

"Thanks for the ride, Sirius" she says opening the car door

"Of course, love. Hey, do you wanna hang out tomorrow?" he asks

"Yeah, sure I'll ask my parents. I'll text you" she answers

"Great, I'll see you soon then" He smiles

"Bye" she says closing the door.

He waits for her to go inside before driving off like he does every time. He sees her almost every day, but he still gets excited when they hang out. It's like a new experience every time, even when they've done it one hundred times before.

-

When he got home, he waited anxiously for her text. Her parents have never said no before, but it still made him a little nervous. He's made sure over the years that her parents liked him, he didn't want them to think he was just some guy who was only hanging out with their daughter to get in her pants.

He started his homework that probably won't get finished till Monday morning, checking his phone every few minutes.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, she texted him

parents said it's cool What did you have in mind?

 Movie? Wonka is still showing. Stay at my place after?

Timothee Chalamet? HELL YEAH! Definitely down for a sleepover

 Great! I'll pick u up at 4

See you then! <3

He was happy that she could come, he liked being able to get out of the house and escape with her. Everyone has family issues, his family was distant from each other. It was almost like they were roommates, not a family. His parents didn't care if he was gone or if he had someone over.

His brother stayed in his room most of the day when he got home from school. Their bond was limited to short interactions in the dining room on special occasions.

Y/N was his real family, she was always there for him whenever he needed her. At school, many people claimed to be his friend, they'd say hey in the hallway or talk about some game that happened the night before. None of them would actually have a real meaningful conversation with him.

He didn't get why he was so popular, he was sociable and easy on the eyes sure, but nobody knew the real him. It seemed like they had all made a false version of him in their heads. A mysterious ladies' man who could have anyone he wanted.

That wasn't true at all, he wasn't a mystery at all. He was very open once you got to know him, only Y/N had ever made the effort to do so. The whole 'ladies' man' thing was really funny to him. He'd never had a serious girlfriend, a few dates here and there but nothing real.

Many of those girls thought that him and Y/N had a thing going on so they would stop talking to him completely. At first he didn't know why they would think that, he thought their friendship seemed very platonic. Then he realized some of the things they would do seemed a little too friendly.

That didn't stop him. If he was honest, he didn't care about those girls at school. If there was only one girl in the world and he had to pick her. It would be Y/N. Always Y/N.

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Saturday came around, Sirius waited all day for 4 o'clock. He didn't like to be late, he pulled up in front of her house a few minutes early so he could greet her parents.

Turning off his car, walking up to the front door. He rings the doorbell that has a little camera on it. A few seconds later, her mother opens the door

"Sirius, how are you, dear?" she asks bringing him in for a hug

'I'm great, Mrs. L/N. How's everything?"

"Everything's fine, Y/N should be ready by now." she told the boy "Y/N, Sirius is here!" she yelled up the stairs

She came down the stairs, a small bag in her hand. 

"Sorry, had to make sure I had everything, are you ready?" she asks Sirius

"Yeah, I'll see you later, Mrs. L/N" 

He and Y/N get in his car, driving to the local movie theater. 

That movie was almost 3 hours long, but that's okay. They didn't mind sitting in a dark room together in silence. It was much later, the sun was starting to set when they headed towards Sirius' house.

His parent's car wasn't in the driveway thankfully, awkward hellos are never fun. They realize they're starving and order take out.

Once it finally arrives, he takes her up to his room. Passing by Regulus' room, she could hear gunfire from some video game.

"Don't mind him, it's like he's married to the game. Hardly comes out the room" Sirius explains opening his bedroom door.

It was relatively clean, only because he knew she was coming over. His walls were lined with movie posters from the 80s and now, some of his favorite vinyls, and photo booth pictures of him and Y/N from various locations.

He made sure his space represented him. The real him. 

They spend the next couple of hours eating and watching random videos on youtube until they got bored of it. Putting on Evermore on as background music as they talked.

Both of them are sitting on the floor, Sirius leaning against the wall, Y/N against his bed

They jumped from topic to topic as the night progressed, getting into the more personal topics. A few weeks ago, Y/N started talking to a boy named Kevin. She seemed to have liked him until she stopped talking about him.

Sirius had been curious about that for a while, he thought it was a good time to ask

"Whatever happened to that Kevin guy? I thought you two were getting serious" he asks

"Oh him? That's long gone" she shrugged, "He said he just didn't feel anything for me" she explained, she didn't show it but she was a little hurt by the boy's words.

"Oh my god, he sucks. Anyone would be more than lucky to have you" He was mad that anyone would treat her like this. "Fuck that guy"

"It's alright, I didn't need him in my life" she wanted to get the topic off her "What about you? Anyone new in your life?"

"Nah" he smiles "I don't want anyone new, honestly"

"What do you mean?" she asks

"I'm happy just having you in my life, sometimes I wish it could always just be you and me" he says in a low voice

"That would be great, honestly. Just us against the world" she agrees

"Y/N?" his voice barely above a whisper, fidgeting with a ring on his hand

"Yeah?" 

He swallowed before replying, "I think I'm in love with you"

"What?" she laughed nervously, he got up and sat next to her

"When I think of my future, having a family and owning a house, you're there right next to me. I've tried to convince myself that it's only because there isn't anyone else in my life" He pauses searching her face for any sort of bad emotion "I know now, it's because I don't want anyone else in my life but you"

Y/N's brain was all over the place, trying to figure out what to say. Sirius has been her rock for so long, she had a small crush on him. She didn't think he would ever reciprocate it

"I don't know what to say" she admits

"That's alright, you don't have to say anything. If you're willing, maybe we could see if this goes anywhere?" 

She reaches down grabbing his hand, lacing her fingers with his. "I think we can make it work" she smiles "After all, we're still getting married at 30 right?" she laughed

"Right Right. A pact is a pact, dear" he smiles

She gives him a small kiss on the cheek, slowly pulling away. Their faces were dangerously close together, warm breath fanning against their skin. Y/N closes the distance. Their lips perfectly fitting each other, just like they were made for each other.

Sirius pulled away, not wanting things to get carried away. Y/N rest her head on his shoulder

"So, what color should our invitations be?"

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heyy can I request xikers reaction to you being insecure about something in yourself(anything, u name it) thank youu and I love your writing 🤍✨

• PAIRING — xikers x fem!reader

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"I'm not going to get into that college"

First and foremost, minjae understands the pressure to get into a certain college in order to please your parents. But you wanna know whats more important? Why do you wanna go? Other than pleasing your parents. After a long talk and cuddle, you should come into a better sense of whether or not college is something you want to do. But either way, you should always believe in yourself! ♡

"I don't have many followers"

Junmin's going to take away your phone. Not because you did something bad, but so you can take a break. Go outside, turn on do not disturb and take a walk with your lovely boyfriend. Its a win-win for you, him, and his dogs. A win-win-win, technically ♡

"I don't have a good fashion sense"

As someone who likes to dress a certain way, sumin knows what its like, but he has a tip; dress for you. When you wear things that make you happy, you often forget about the others around you, and their opinions. It also helps you stand out from the crowd. Wear what you like ♡

"I cant do any better"

Grabbing both of your hands, jinsik will give them a tight squeeze in front of the mirror, making you repeat the same mantras every morning. They may feel silly at first, but over time they help you convince yourself that you are worthy of whatever you desire ♡

"I dont have many friends"

First, hyunwoo will talk about the importance of friends. Friends that help you grow to become the better you and give you a good laugh. Friends that would never judge you for their own benefit. That being said, you need to eliminate the ones that dont actually care for you. Worry less about the quantity, and more about the quality. Who cares if you only have 3 friends? As long as youre happy and growing, thats all that matters ♡

"I'm not pretty enough"

Beauty is subjective. You may be insecure about one thing, but junghoon, 9 times out of 10, finds it really stinking cute. But what he feels doesnt matter, what others think doesnt matter. How you think matters!! So stop worrying about other peoples eyes and work on your inner self. If youre happy.. youre at peace, and if youre at peace, you start to smile. And thats very attractive ♡

"I'm not that smart"

"Why dont you think youre smart?" Seeun would ask, his chin resting against his hand. "Why do you want to be smart?" These questions may be dumb but they have meaning. We all have the ability to learn something. After all, life is about experiencing things and growing from it. It all just takes time, so dont stop believing in yourself, 'kay? ♡

"No one will miss me when im gone"

Although you may feel alone and think no one would care, yujun would care. Yujun would always care. But, stop worrying about the future, you know? Live your life in the present with no regrets. Every moment spent worrying is a moment spent not really living. When you obsess over that type of stuff, you are missing out on whats in front of you. And when you miss that, you wont realize the people who love and support you ♡

"I feel overweight"

Hunter will take you to the gym, but not just so you become 'thin' and everyone will accept you, to focus on being healthy, mentally healthy too. Focus on getting in shape with a well balanced diet and exercise program. Hunter will help! ♡

"People talk behind my back"

"Do you know that for sure??" Yechan would ask, poking his fork in his salad. "Because most of the time, its just an imaginary conversation you have in your head. Stop worrying what other people think and focus on your well being. But what you said is true, expect to see me at your school." He finishes, shooting you an innocent smile ♡

[eldritch-spouse]

Rinx and cute human auction host with impeccable sense of humour 🗣️ hear me out while I'm drunk again

just ✨imagine✨ – some closed auction with very specific-and-unique stuff, aimed on some narrow monster audience. Why human is a host here? She kinda... wanted a job not in McDonald's, but luck wasn't on her side – at the end, it is what it is. She started to make small talks with visitors and crack jokes around only to escape her fate as an auction lot. To her big surprise and happiness, visitors found feigned confidence believable, as well her humour sharp and dark enough for their twisted tastes, but not too belittling or offensive to hear from a mere human.

More so, she grew popular in this small community. Now she's cheeky and brave enough to talk back to some especially rude visitors– It's still a joke to everyone tho. Laughing stock of the day usually gets too embarrassed to come on her twice and audience can be ruthless.

But huh??? At some totally normal day here's more people than usual??? Regulars looking especially nervous for some reason???? And her boss is suddenly disappears after some lameass short unreadable message about "special guest"?????

Huh. Strange. Well, whatever, business is business-

Guess who got in the playful sarcastic bullshittery with some giant broccoli head first and now sweating bullets cuz that dude is just... Buys everything? Every-single-fucking-lot???? His bets are so high for a quite literal trash sometimes, is he insane???? She knows who is it from the first bet honestly, but she keeps repeating for her own sanity that it's some obsessive cosplayer.

And at the end of the auction he refuses to leave and makes a ridiculously small bet on "the charming host".

She jokes herself the way out only because she was so – well, she tells to bring and show her some fucking lost artifact from a rumour that was popular million years ago if he wants to buy even a minute of her time. "No more, no less," she says and leaves, pretty sure that she won this.

Even if her knees are shaking behind the curtains after a realisation it was fucking Greed Icon, she still believes that she can outplay him.

***

She's in pure panic and loss of words because she ran out of options and bets are getting insanely high. She thought he was playing and that he will get bored after getting a handjob (it was just a pin at first, she swears!!!), but on their last meeting he told her to get ready for a wedding. G666gling "WHTAT SHOUDLG I AKS FOR PKEASE HELP BITCH HAS EVVRHYTHIN" isn't helping at all.

Rinx loves how well-educated about valuable things she is, how good she's in jerking him off– and it's funny to see how she's sweating as she tries to decline his gifts and fails miserably. Truly, this game was fun while it lasted, but now? Now he wants a Queen.

That's all for today- hope exams wasn't going hard on u and ur amazing brain wrinkles my dear fella Pinnie we can get through 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[Okay but the best part of this is "G666gle". I fucking love that.]

Oh it wouldn't be the first time Rinx gets excited and tries to take literally everything home, that's why the most well-known auctions around Hell are made with lots of care and many prepared speeches as to why the hosts, staff and other personalities present cannot be given/traded/bought.

Does this stop Rinx? No, not really.

You have his curiosity the same way Admin holds his curiosity. Humans are easy to take, easy to claim, easy to keep. To see you play such a dangerous game yet always come out on top makes you even more valuable in the demonlord's (lack of) eyes.

You don't have the option of declining anything Rinx gives you, be it a box of chocolates, roses, the most expensive outfits you could think of, or a ring that he'll slide into your finger with a crushing grip of your wrist.

[soahbee]

HII GIRLS I brought the update! <3 First of all, I want to tell you how much I love you girls, that you always wait for my little stories. 💕 luv u all

So, like every year, there are university events for high school students where they can get a comprehensive picture of the universities. I also participated in this event and together with a couple of my fellow students I helped at the school's stand and handed out flyers, etc. It was damn tiring, but R was also there, so I'm not complaining, bc I could see him all day. Of course, I liked it less that we couldn't talk much, bc he was constantly talking to students or parents. (I would add that mainly women went to him, pff) but I understand that he has a strong charm that enchants people.

But it gave me a very good feeling that I could be around him and help him with his school affairs + when I brought him a coffee, he looked at me so gadly and our hands touched for a moment when he took the cup from me. AHHH

Also, I was able to meet a couple of old friends who also participated in the event representing their own university! :3 So the whole thing took quite a long time, everyone was quite tired and bored, of course nothing was mandatory, so a few students left earlier and I felt that R didn't appreciate this.

He so care about school events and the students' further education, development, etc. were always important to him. But I love and respect this person so much, I couldn't let him down, so I distributed the papers and promoted the school twice as enthusiastically, hoping that it would go well for him.🙆

So at the end I sat down on the chair dead tired but I was satisfied, I hope that our school has piqued the interest of many students and the little artistic souls will enroll with us! Since these "open days" are several days long, luckily we only had to pack a few things, but the rest of the people who stayed with us did that.

Just imagine, here comes the cute part of my story! Because while I was packing my things, R came up to me and pressed a soft drink into my hand and said:

"You haven't been drinking all day, have you? Drink it!"

It's a small thing, but his care made me so happy, so I accepted the refreshment with a smile, which I'm sure I won't throw away and will keep as a memory haha

After that, when there weren't many people around, I thought I'd talk to him a little before I left and I told him that I think many students were interested in our university today and I hope He and our school will do well on the other days as well. (unfortunately, I was only present on this day) I saw that he was also tired, but he could still smile at me so kindly that it made my stomach tingle. After that he said:

"Yes, I hope so too, I saw the potential in many students and I would be happy if I could give them something with my classes"

do you know what I said right away??

"Because of your classes, I would enroll at the university a second time"

Honestly, it just slipped out of my mouth and I was surprised, I hoped he wouldn't take it as a flirt, because I didn't mean it that way, but then I calmed down when he just grinned at me. AND!!! now comes his sentence, after which I screamed inside:

"You're sweet, thank you, it's time to go, can I take you home?"

He asked so naturally, while picking up his things, that I couldn't even react properly, I just said that if it wasn't a problem for him, I would thank him.. SO GIRLS THAT'S HOW IT HAPPENED!!! I sat in his car and I felt like a "passenger princess".

My heart was honestly racing the whole way, seeing him driving, sitting in his car, smelling his scent everywhere…it was just..I don't know, it was magical. We had such good conversations the whole way and I really feel that we have become good friends, he understands me, supports me and always makes me laugh. And now he officially knows exactly where I live (I won!!!) I felt special at that moment, because after all, he was taking me home and not others! When we arrived, I gratefully thanked him for bringing me and wished him a nice evening, but before I got out, his last words to me were:

"Thank you for being there with me all today and helping me! You did a good job. I'll see you next week! Good night"

So I barely slept all night, just tossing and turning and grinning like an idiot that he complimented me and dealt with me.

[rox-of-iu]

just another one of the many, many NPC Shen Yuan AU's out there

this one is an author SY in PIDW, bingyuan flavoured very briefly about it under the cut if u wanna

ok like i said i'll go over kust the brief basic stuff cuz I'm not good with words. but basically its sy dropped in pidw like, mid endgame ig, with already blackened protag and no system. so he's like, this might as well happen and goes to vibe and explore bc he's been dropped with the basic necessities to live for a bit. after some time he realizes he's in PIDW and after the initial outrage decides to capitalize on it and uses knowledge from his days spent editing the pidw wiki for fun. so he's running along having fun cataloguing things into several bestiaries and herbals (and cartography stuff etc just compiling worldbuilding) and decides to publish them with an actual success and he becomes a bit of a well-known author in the encyclopedia scene. so he's living out his best life, traveling from place to place, using his meta timeline knowledge to stay clear of the places that are plot-relevant at the time, happy to stay clear out of the path of his blackened blorbo.

that is until someone publishes a binghe biography that is so bad and so 'conquests' focused that he cant help but write his own (leaving out too personal things that he's sure lbh wouldn't want out there) under a pseudonym as a deliberate critique of the other one, which he even clearly states in the prologue of it (that the work is a disservice and disrespectful to the lord and wives alike and much more flowery vitriol, just letting his old angry commenter out)

so its published and it doesnt actually do half-bad because over the years of writing he has gotten pretty decent and that's it for a while. Until it gets to the demon lord. it gets brought to his attention by his court which takes care of notifying him of any possibly slanderous works (lbh doesn't actually care that much about stuff like that but they insist on it and its less tiresome to just let them do whatever than to keep telling them off) so they're like, there's one book, which isn't technically, a critique of the lord, but does criticise the other one which sings praises to him to all heavens so?? technically? (lbh knows of the first one but thought nothing of it bc it was mid and mostly inaccurate but again, he doesn't acre about that stuff rly) so they hand it over and he skims through it and slowly realizes that there is a lot of things that no-one or just a select few should have any idea about so, ok much more concerning than any bad portrayal of his person, even if nothing actually too-secret didn't get exposed in it. its about the principle. so he first conducts a search of his palace and his circle of people if the author is any of the people around because, who else could know about all this (trying to ignore the stuff that no-one except from him should be aware off) but it turns out with no results. so he orders his people to try to find them but the lands are vast and there's authors of plenty so of course that is also almost impossible.

what i think would be funny tho is if liu mingyan was like can I take a look/help, skimmed through it and was oh yeah I've seen this before and is able to trace it back to sy because he used unconsciously a modified phrase from his previous world that is not at all common here that he already used in one of his previous works (or maybe in an angry review of a novel, to scratch that forum commenter itch, that'd be maybe more probable for my to come across) so she notices that immediately because the first time she saw it she was left puzzled so she was sure it has to be most likely the same person again. and so bingge is set to go get his man hsdakhj

idk rly about the rest, maybe he finds him in a forest sketching down demonic beasts so he shapeshifts and a demon hound to get to him and spy on him (idk if he can but he's op so I say he can) or maybe he just comes over and invites himself him Idk. and the plan at first was just to squeeze the information out of this pesky scholar of how he knows about the shit he knows so he doesn't have to stress about it, but the plan turns into "ok new plan I'm keeping this one actually" sajdhkh and i didn't really think of what of next so thats that, whatever floats your boat is next cuz this is already a few days old so new brainrot took its daydream place haha xD

......wait thsi was supposed to be brief why is this wall of text here how did this happen (also I'm not rereading it so if it doesn't make sense I'm sorry lol)

[matenrou-fan]

Hii there!! I hope u r having a good day/night!!

Uhmm..can i request for ramuda , gentaro and samatoki jealousy hc??

With a fem!reader and fluff bc i don't feel comfortable with nsfw!!

Ramuda, Gentaro and Samatoki being jealous to their fem! s/o

ahhh cutie!! I hope you also have a good day or night!! <3

femreader, just wholesome stuff;;

-Oh, it's actually both hard and easy to make him jealous.

-After all, as a popular fashion designer he has a bunch of girls around him so he does understand that jealousy is kinda foolish.

-But at the same time it can be pretty hard when someone gets too close to you or chats with you for so long, making you all giggly.

-"Ahh..! Only I can make you laugh like that, you know..!" - Ramuda always furrows his brows with pouty lips, acting like he's really mad. - "I'm the one who's painting the sweetest smile on your face..!"

-Especially when you two walk in Shibuya streets. You have a cute little date with him, with your sweet Ramuda, then why do these stupid jerks keep bugging you every time he walks away for a moment?!

-Just like right now: he noticed a girl in the crowd with a pretty good fashion outfit, excuse himself for just a second to ask if she wouldn't mind to be his model.. And after a few minutes as you were waiting for your boyfriend near the vending machine for drinks, two guys got closer.

-"Hey, are you free..?" - one of them asked with a smirk, getting closer than you consider as a comfortable level.

-"You look so cute in this, hehe.." - another man laughs, leaning on the vending machine.

-You always get a little bit confused in such situations.. After Ramuda starts checking your wardrobe and gives you his special limited (a unique copy, just for you~) outfits, more people begin to pay attention to your persona. It was nice, but sometimes it was so awkward..

-"Of course she looks cute..! Cause her dear sweet boyfriend designed this dress just for her..!" - Ramuda appeared out of nowhere, hugging you from the back with his casual cheerful smile. Well, at least you decided that he's smiling, due to his happy childish voice.

-But both men for some reason shrug a little, after looking at the face of your boyfriend, and walk away quickly, as do many other people who try to flirt with you.

-But every time you turn around to see Ramuda, his face is cute and adorable as always, no threatening mad gazes or anything..

-"Uaa! I can't even leave you for a second..!" - he mumbled and hugged your arms, leaning on your shoulder. - "Someone is always trying to talk with you..!"

-"Aren't you doing the same with your onesans..?" - you giggle a little bit, taking his arm in your.

-"It's absolutely different..! They're just models for me to dress up! They're models..!" - Ramuda scoffs and squeezes your hand a little bit. - "I bet these men did not see you as a model, huh!"

-He always was a really clingy type of boyfriend, but after every wave of jealousy he gets even more touchy, hugging and kissing you in front of everyone in this street/ cafe/ etc.

-"Just promise you would be only my little princess, okay..? I don't like to share my precious porcelain doll..♡"

-Due to his short temper, of course he easily gets jealous too..!

-Samatoki's really caring about his closest people, but his overprotectiveness applies only to you and his sister as you two are the most important in the whole world for him.

-So he doesn't really like when you talk with other guys, even if it's just friends. Well, but you still can talk with Jyuto or Rio, as these two never will arouse your boyfriend's suspicions.

-Even opposite - if you said you will go on a little walk with Rio then Samatoki doesn't mind, knowing that his friend will solve all unwanted problems.

-But when you go on a date together, he is always trying to be as close as possible, big hand wrapped around your waist as he leads you inside a nightclub. Despite all these possessions, Samatoki loves to spoil you with restaurants and clubs and show off what a beautiful girlfriend he has. Yes, he's a little braggy, but how can he not? In his eyes you're literally a goddess.

-And he's your guardian, always ready to scare away all the jerks who keep flirting with you. Seriously, Samatoki just gets for a second to the bar to order some cocktails for you two, and there's already some creep trying to ask for your number.

-"You just really gorgeous, baby.." - he can hear a strange man whisper, as he's trying to sit next to you. - "How can such a beautiful girl sitting here all alone?"

-It was neither the first nor the last time you see these creepy kind of men, so you just scoff and look at your boyfriend, who was already quickly walking to your table with red glowing eyes.

-"Well, maybe because she was waiting for her husband?!" - the harsh husky voice of Samatoki makes this moron jump in his place and turn around, just to see the second-in-command of a big Yakuza family looking at him with a threading gaze.

-Needless to say that this man fades away in seconds, leaving Samatoki in his berserk rage and you laugh with tears in your eyes.

-"Really? Husband?" - you giggle when he sits down with you, arms quickly wraps around your body in protective mode, fingers nervously stroking your hand.

-"..Ugh, i just got too carried away.." - he mumbled with a slight pink on his cheeks, voice quickly changed to a soft and gentle one. - "Now come on, sit closer.. I want to kiss you so bad right now, we should let everyone see that you're only mine.. And I'm only yours, of course.. ♡"

-This one.. Oh, it's hard.

-Gentaro can be so jealous sometimes, but you can never tell for sure. Even if someone is actually getting on his nerves by talking too sweetly with you, his face so calm and relaxed as he just tease you a little.

-Only sometimes you can tell that his mood gets worse, only when his little jokes and lies turn into a more mocking tone. It's really slight changes but after a few months in a relationship with him you start to notice these little quiet tantrums of jealousy.

-"Darling, you should know that the moment you accept my feelings, you will fall under the magic rule: no cheating, or you will turn into worm.." - with a disappointed sigh your boyfriend looks at you, acting like you already kissed someone else or maybe even worse.

-Despite him just teasing you about this, in his soul he gets more and more protective. You get used to Gentaro not being that touchy so every time he wants to hug your waist or hold your hand in public (to show that you are taken, of course) he distracts you with his fairy tales.

-And maybe you will never realize just how possessive your mysterious writer can be, before one incident, when you two were having a small date in the library. For a moment Gentaro steps away, talking with one of the workers about his new book that he would probably announce here, in the library, during hours of Literature Club.

-You walk away a little to another shield and suddenly meet one of your male friends. Well, why not have a little talk with him, as you are waiting for your boyfriend?

-But despite Gentaro being busy with a set timetable for this little event, he clearly sees what you just did. He has a phenomenal peripheral vision and sometimes watches you when neither you nor the person he talks to didn't even realize that.

-"You totally should watch it..! I'm sure you would like it.." - cheerful voice of your friend echoing in Gentaro's ears as he slowly gets closer, without any sound.

-"Mm? So your little friend was recommending this new film..?" - Gentaro suddenly interrupts your chit chat and looks with a small cunning smile at the guy who was talking with you. - "How bad.. I hear that anyone who would watch this film gets cursed. After a few weeks they suddenly get deaf and dumb.. And can't enjoy their little talks with friends.."

-Gaze so soft and whole face so chill and playful, but there's some kind of pressure that keeps getting heavier with every second as your friend gets a little bit confused. He just laughs awkwardly and waves you goodbye, still feeling this uneasy feeling in his chest from the mysterious strange look from your boyfriend.

-"Didn't I warn you before?" - Gentaro clicks his tongue and takes your hand in his. - "You're punished and also under the curse now. To get healed you should give me three kisses. And if you try to pull your arm away even for a second, the number increases to ten times. Understand, princess?♡"

[ijusthavesomanyblorbos]

SG Starbee?

ok so im pretty sure ur referring to the ship starscream x bumblebee? if there's a character named starbee that idk about im gonna feel silly... but i'm just gonna assume u mean the ship.

as far as characterizations, i really leaned into the whole "child solider" age thing w bumblebee. (as i'm writing this, i am realizing i have basically NEVER TALKED ABOUT STARSCREAM??? so i need to do that immediately someone please remind me cause i will forget.) anyways, for that reason i don't know if i would place him into a ship with anyone.

plus, post war (which is where i think most starbee ships take place), bee is maybe... probably... in prison??? so not in any place where he would meet starscream.

ok so that's my offical statement on the lore. BUT i'm assuming you only sent this ask in because you like the ship and wanna hear about it!! so, hypothetically, if starbee WAS a part of this universe:

starscream is basically the complete opposite of bee.

bee is a manipulative, traumatized, slightly crazed people pleaser that's been exploited since birth for the sake of an apathetic overlord that only cares for him as a tool. he has no friends. he's never had friends- and really, he doesn't even understand why.

meanwhile, starscream is every bit as annoying as he is in canon. he is disobedient and loud and RUDE, and everything bee has ever been punished for. he is very clearly Doing It Wrong, and yet somehow...... he's happy? he's cared for!

it's not fair. it's just not fair.

(what bee doesn't see is this- starscream, despite his many eccentricities, is genuinely caring, and protective of the people around him. he's loyal, and determined, and idealistic to a fault. and those traits, after 4 million years of war, have endeared him to a truly staggering amount of people.)

(bee also doesn't see this: starscream is about to endear himself to one more.)

post war- bee has been allowed to rejoin society, on the condition that he makes as big of a show of it as possible. he is to serve as an example for the autobots on how to reintegrate. (relegated to poster boy once again.)

starscream is assigned to be his "diplomatic partner" in a "unity promotion campaign" between the remaining leaders of the deception and autobot armies. (starscream is assigned to be his babysitter, to make sure he doesn't fly off the rails, and to take care of him if he does.)

now, the expectation here is that hopefully, starscream and bumblebee will manage to put aside their animosity long enough that people settle and reconstruction can begin. eventually, society will become stable enough that "unity promotion" is no longer necessary, and they can go their separate ways.

that is not what happens. starscream, shepard of the lost he is, takes one look at this lonely, angry, hurting soul and goes oh! guess he's mine now :)

over the course of the next few years, starscream teaches bee how to advocate for himself. (how to be more than someone's puppet.)

starscream shows him how to really live. (how to be more than just a soldier.)

starscream helps him understand that there's more to life then fighting, that you can make a place for yourself in the world without clawing your way up and carving it out by force. (how to rest.)

and how can bee not love him after that? in some ways, he's still not... normal. in some ways, he is just as obsessed and devoted to starscream as he was the autobot cause. really, bee has just traded one idol of worship for another.

but for the first time in bee's life, that devotion isn't going to be abused. he's given his obedience to someone who will never, ever use it. and that's what love is, i think.

so, starscream gets a scary ass guard dog (that is really just a lap dog in disguise)

and bumblebee gets what he always, always wanted.

bumblebee gets to be loved.

[kitashousewife]

crystal clear

an: i know this isn't my winter event but i couldn't stop thinking about this. i used to clean houses for a while so this idea has been swimming around in my head for months

pairings: timeskip!akaashi x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, overworked akaashi :/, stress mentions, mental health mentions, food mentions, alcohol mentions, reader is a house cleaner, lowercase intentional

-

things have been busy, much busier than normal. akaashi is happy about that, having received many pats on the back and other encouragements from other people in the department. he's also happy because he recently got a raise, his efforts being recognized monetarily as well.

the downside to the recent craziness is that a lot of areas in akaashi's life are being neglected. poor eating habits, minimal social life, awful sleep schedule, and a bit of clutter has been building up at home.

thankfully, he has caring friends like bokuto who are here for support.

"i got you something!" bokuto's excited voice rings through akaashi's phone speaker. he winces at the volume, pulling the phone away from his ear as he begins the walk to his apartment.

"oh yeah? what is it?" he doesn't mean to sound disinterested, he's actually quite intrigued. but he's tired, it's dinner time, and he just wants to lie down. this is the first time in a month that he's getting home before 9:00 pm.

"i can't tell you," the grey-haired man sings. "i know you've been busy, and when i saw this i couldn't pass it up! i think it will be really helpful to you!"

akaashi sighs, rubbing his eyes while he rides the elevator up to his room.

"thanks, bokuto. i'm excited to see," he fumbles around in his bag for his keys. the sound of squeaking shoes and volleyballs hitting the hardwood comes through the other end.

"i'm excited for you! the gift is actually at your place right now! but hey, i gotta go to practice but i'll call ya after to see what you think. love you bye!" bokuto cheers before hanging up. akaashi chuckles to himself before unlocking his front door.

he about screams when he realizes he isn't alone.

you're standing in the middle of his kitchen, right in front of his front door. hand slapped over your mouth in a gasp of fear. you have a rag in your hand, and multiple types of cleaners at your feet. after the fear wears off, akaashi realizes how great it smells in here.

"h-hi! you must be akaashi," you laugh nervously, heart still racing.

"i might be," he steps inside, shutting the door cautiously. "i'm sorry, who are you? how did you get into my apartment?" his eyes are wide, his glasses have slipped down his nose slightly. you introduce yourself and stick out your hand.

"u-um, a friend of yours called me? i can't remember his name, but he was really excited, and-"

he sighs, closing his eyes. he shakes your hand, pinching the bridge of his nose with the other. "bokuto?"

"yes! him! i guess he saw my flyer in town. i'm assuming he didn't tell you i was coming?" you wince, cheeks heating up a little bit at all of the confusion. akaashi notices and feels terrible.

"well, he didn't tell me, no," he stutters, before looking around the house. "oh my god, it looks incredible in here. wait, are you a house cleaner?"

you laugh nervously, putting a few of your supplies back into your carrier. "yeah, i am. bokuto said that you're busy and he thought you could use a cleaner. except he told me that you knew," you give him an apologetic smile. akaashi laughs, making you feel a little better.

"you have no idea. actually, you cleaned my place so you know how bad it was," he keeps looking around the house, amazed at everything. not a spec of dust, every item on the shelves in perfect order, and not a crumb in sight.

"believe me, this was easy. it was a breeze," you assure. you aren't lying, either. bokuto said he was clean, and he wasn't wrong. besides the regular build-up of dust and a few dishes left out here and there, it was one of the easiest jobs you've ever had.

"wait, how did you get in?"

you giggle as you pack up the last of your things. "i met bokuto at the gym he practices at and he gave me a key,"

akaashi groans. "that key is for emergencies."

you throw your hands up. "tell that to bokuto!"

he laughs, helping you pack everything up. "oh, he knows. now i know to be better about letting him use the spare,"

you slip on your shoes, struggling a bit as your hands are full of supplies.

"do you need help?"

"no, i'm used to it. i'm really sorry about the confusion. i left my card and everything i did on the counter for you," you explain, giving akaashi a small smile as he opens the door for you.

"oh, don't worry about it. it isn't your fault at all. thank you so much for this." he says with sincerity. you nod before saying your goodbye.

as he shuts the door, he can't help but laugh about the entire situation. he walks around, marveling at the cleanliness of it all. he's never seen everything so organized. he goes room to room, amazed at just how incredible it is. by the time he reaches his room and bathroom, he's seriously impressed.

now that his evening is free, akaashi decides he's going to finally relax. he wants to make dinner, but he doesn't want to ruin the pristine condition of the kitchen. his decision-making is cut off with the ring of his phone.

"bokuto, we need to talk,"

"good thing i'm outside, can you buzz me in? i have food," bokuto begs. normally he wouldn't but he's starving. he sighs and buzzes bokuto in. minutes later, he's at the door.

"take your shoes off! she just cleaned," akaashi warns. bokuto toes off his shoes before coming into the kitchen.

"holy shit, she did a great job!" bokuto gawks at everything. "i knew she would! i brought pizza for us," he distracts himself, setting the food on the counter.

"can i ask why you gave her a key to my house without asking me?" askaashi gripes before grabbing two plates.

"oh come on keiji, she was harmless! besides, you were just telling me about how you haven't even had time to pick up your house!" he whines, grabbing a few slices before sitting at the island. "i was just trying to help,"

rolling his eyes at the pouting man in front of him, akaashi groans.

"well yes, but you could have told me! i nearly had a heart attack when i got home from work,"

bokuto laughs. "no way! i would have loved to see that. i saw her flyer by the convenience store and decided to give her a call. she's so cute and sweet, she's a university student! she told me she cleans to get through school," he explains, but akaashi is hung up on the word cute.

of course he thought you were cute. your smile was cute, your laugh was cute. he thought you were so sweet, apologizing over and over again for something that was not your fault.

"yeah, she was really sweet. and she did a great job."

bokuto hums. "so, you gonna have her come back?"

"probably, yeah. it was really nice to come home to a clean house,"

"i paid for this one, but everything else is on you."

akaashi smiles. "sure thing, kou."

-

it's been three weeks since you stopped by to clean. his apartment is suffering, and he hasn't been able to stop thinking about you, either.

it's friday night, close to 8:30 pm. akaashi's face lies on his desk, watching the steam float out of the fresh cup of coffee that sits in front of him. he taps his pen on the desk slowly, hoping he can jump-start his mind to finish the editing he needs to do. his eyes slowly focus on your business card that is tacked up on his desk.

he sits up quickly, grabbing his phone to dial your number. akaashi's mind fills with doubt as the line rings, pulling back to hang up before your voice comes through.

"hello?"

"y-yes, this is akaashi. you cleaned my apartment a few weeks ago?"

he hears you shuffling. "oh! yes, how are you? was everything okay?"

sensing the nervousness in your voice, he speaks quickly. "yes, it was perfect! i was actually wondering if you would have the time to come back?"

you sit up, assignments slipping off of your lap and onto the floor. "of course! is there a time that works best for you?" you feel around on the couch for your planner.

"i every week day, and i spend most of my weekends working from home. i don't want to get in your way," he mumbles, flipping through a planner of his own.

"i could always come while you're at work, if you would prefer! after all, i know where to get your key."

akaashi snorts. "that's been revoked. but actually, that would be great! i can hide my key somewhere for you, as long as you lock up when you're done. how about monday?"

you scan your planner. "yeah, i can make that work!"

"since i have you on the phone, i wanted to ask if i can set up a schedule? maybe once a week?"

you gasp. "is everything okay?"

"no, i mean, yeah!" you cringe. "we can totally do that! we can do every monday if that works?"

"that works for me. thank you so much for this, you have no idea." akaashi sighs, rubbing his tired eyes.

after you fish the call, you squeal. this is the first time you've had a steady client, ever. this secures a steady income for at least a little bit. you decide to whip up a celebratory sweet to commemorate the moment, even messaging your friends.

-

it's been a few weeks of regular appointments. akaashi's clean house has done wonders for his mental health. the cleared clutter, fresh air, and removal of responsibility have taken a large weight off of his shoulders. the comfort of coming home and being greeted by everything in its respective place is amazing.

he wants to thank you for everything you've done for him. of course, he tips you every week, much more than you think he should, but he wants to do more. unfortunately he doesn't know anything about you.

but he would like to.

akaashi spends sunday night researching flowers. he decided that while you're cleaning, you would have something delivered for you. he doesn't want something too big, too small, too romantic. he wants to thank you but doesn't want it to be too lame. after a lot of thought, he decides on a dozen light pink roses, set to be delivered right before you finish up.

the next day, right as you're going through your final check list, there is a knock at akaashi's door. this isn't the first time, of course. usually, you bring the package inside, send him a text to let him know, and go on your way.

when you open the door, you're met with the sweet scent of roses, and one of the most beautiful bouquets you've ever seen. your heart drops a little bit. you think akaashi is incredibly handsome and sweet. he's a hard worker, intelligent, caring, and very giving. of course he already has someone.

you bring the bouquet inside, set it on the counter, and shoot him a text.

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hey akaashi! i'm all done, but you just got this delivered. it's on the counter for you. thanks again :)

you gather up your things and grab the dirty rags to place in the washing machine. right as you shut the door, he responds.

i forgot to tell you, but those are for you. thank you so much for cleaning again, i'll send your payment shortly.

your brows scrunch up. did he get those for me?

akaashi is freaking out at his desk. the pen in his hands taps on his lip nervously. he thinks about calling you, telling you to throw away the note attached to the vase, maybe even lying and saying they're not for you after all.

you grab the vase, admiring the beautiful set of flowers. your cheeks feel a bit warm, finally realizing that these are for you. akaashi sent you flowers. as your fingertips dance along the petals, you notice a card attached.

"thank you for everything you've done. it may not seem like a lot, but you've really helped me out. i wanted to give you this as a thank you, but also to ask if you would like to go out on a date sometime. -A.K."

your mouth drops open. you let out a laugh, smiling wide as you feel around for your phone. you dial up his number as fast as you can, covering up your mouth with your palm as if he can see the huge smile playing at your lips.

"hey, uh d-don't worry about-"

"i would love to."

he pauses, stomach flipping over and over again. "huh?"

you giggle. "i would love to go out with you sometime!"

he smiles and lets out a breathy laugh. "oh, great! uh, how about tonight? i can pick you up?"

you bite your lip. "i would love that."

he runs his hand through his hair. he can't believe it. "okay, see you later tonight."

you end the call and embrace your love-sick grin. after you pack everything away in your car, you get another text from akaashi. he's sent you the payment for this week, along with a larger than usual tip.

i'll cover dinner tonight, if you want to treat me to dessert. :)

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Laena having a female lover she truly is in love with and daemon is ok with it (or not whatever feels right )

My love | Laena Velaryon x Female Dornish!Reader

a/n: english is not my first language so please expect for possible grammatical errors also perhaps some typographical errors too! another one I give it a bit of a twist if u dont mind

warning: fighting, curse words (tell me if i miss anything)

You never liked him. The man your lover married. The Rogue Prince.

Even though he was okay with your relationship with Laena that's not a reason for you to like him, because besides of how many times he neglected Laena as his wife before you also can't help but to be jealous of him after all Laena is married to him.

Legally and with the bless of the King.

"May I talk to you, wife?" Daemon joined to the both of you while you're combing Laena's hair.

"She wants to walk outside, you can talk to her later" you said cutting whatever Laena was about to say.

"I am not talking to you" Daemon told you while throwing daggers look.

"I don't care so if you don't mind leave our room" you said and slowly pushed him outside the chamber but before you can even go back inside Daemon pulled your forearm.

"I have my patience woman, not because I'm okay with your relationship with my wife it means you can disrespect me, I am still your Prince" you hastily pulled your arms from him.

"She is still my wife bitch"

"And?" you fired back and stepped closer to him he tightly gripped your jaw, Daemon really tried his best to be in great terms with you but you and your pride can't help it, you're jealousy joining isn't helping either.

You held the that he used to grip you, you felt your breathe tightening.

"Learn how to share girl, she's married to me you might have her writhing under you but she's mine too, I am the one who put babe inside her I am the one who made her a woman and you? you're just a passing time to her" his words sink in your head and unfortunately to your heart too.

Your raised your right leg to kick between his thigh he lost his grip on you and pulled away groaning in pain, you hover on top of him and punched his face.

You're just a passing time to her..

a passing time to her..

Those words kept repeating on your mind as you kept on punching the man under you, you heard screams of panics as two men held your arms pulling you away from the bruised face Prince.

The two guards put you on your knees purposely before they can even lay a hand on you, Laena shouted.

"Let her go!" she ordered, instead of going to her husband and check on him, Laena hold your hand and pulled you away from the panicking crowd.

You're dumbfounded processing what you have done, your knuckles are red and has some spit of blood from her husband, you didn't talk and Laena was already worried for you, she knew that you didn't liked Daemon

"You know that you're the one I love right?" Laena carresed your right cheek while both of you are sitting on the bench outside, she immediately gave her an assurance, Laena knew her so much and she know what to do how to ease her pain so she would calm down but it's not one of those times right now, the words are still in your head.

"Do you really? You had a child with him Laena and you're pregnant now" you said bitterly, you tried to understand her really, you tried but you can't live like this hiding and pretending in front of the people that you don't care for her, that you don't care whenever her stomach ache because of her pregnancy, that you don't care whenever Daemon would wrap his arms around her waist, oh how you wish it's all easy like that.

"I'm with you my love, my heart is all yours isn't that still enough?" she said calmly but you can hear the tone of annoyance.

"Yes! Maybe it isn't enough! Maybe I want you to shout to the whole realm that it's me who you love! That it's me you keep the smile on your lips! That it's me who you want to live a happy life with! But you can't right because I'm no man and especially I can't give you a child of our own" you snapped tears pooling on your eyes.

"All my years with you here has been nothing but hiding! from the children, the people, from everyone! I leave my home for you Laena because you said in here we could be free, we could be anyone we want you promised me that we can live a life that we want but all your promises are all nothing but lies!" you cried out.

Laena with watering eyes looking at you, she can't blame you for saying the truth, all of you years here in Pentos is nothing but pure hiding even if she promised you that you both will live your dream life here, she had pushed your limits.

"Are you tired now? Of all of this?" she asked it was a risky question because Laena knew you, you will never settle for a life like this were your lover would be afraid to show you to the world.

"Yes, I'm leaving tommorow I'm going back to Dorne and fullfil the duties I abandoned for you" you spat with pure venom and walked out.

Laena broke down there while watching you walk away, her husband Daemon saw her and rubbed her back to comfort her as he muttered apologies to her he thought maybe if he didn't fought with you this wouldn't happen but Laena knew that you will soon burst out it's just Daemon who opened your leaking rage.

"I'm going to talk to her" Daemon said, she tried to stop her telling him that you wouldn't change your mind but still he insisted.

//

Daemon caught you packing your clothes and things, you looked at him shortly before going back to what you're doing not having any interest on engaging a conversation with him.

"You're leaving because we fought? Is that how low are you?" he started.

"I wish it's all that" you replied and closed your trunk, you're about to walked past but he blocked your way.

"You're not leaving like this actually... you're not leaving at all" he saw your jaw clenched, Daemon let out a small gasped when you gripped the collar of his clothes.

"If you don't want to borrow a face from your dear dragon get the fuck out of my way" you threatened him and pushed him back to his place "Isn't this what you want? to have Laena all for yourself you asshole" you added and pushed him aside.

With that night you travelled to Dorne and your family welcomed you with open arms as their oldest sister come back home.

"Welcome sister we thought we will never see you again" Damian said he's one year younger than you.

"Don't be dramatic" you joked and chuckled.

That night you drink with your brother and cousins, it's been a year since you did this, you all drink, you're brother even tried to set you with some people but you refuse because even though you're drinking yourself to sleep in Dorne your mind and heart remains to your love in Pentos.

Laena, my love