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Blitzø x Clingy!Reader

Question:

How does one be an assassin when they have a clingy romantic partner?

Answer:

they-

they don't-

Time to explore Blitzø running away from their romantic partner while in trying to shoot humans for money, only for it to end in cuddles! :3

𝐲𝐞𝐒.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, ...𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳ø

𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭... 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤? 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬... 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝-𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲.

𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝒔𝒐 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐕 𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡. "𝐎𝐡, 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

"𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞... 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩.

"𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞.. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨.. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭... 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐇𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. "𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?"

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩, "𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.. 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐧𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐕 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐮𝐩. "𝐄𝐰, 𝐝𝐚𝐝, 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦."

Ugly crying rn, i was 80% finished with an ask, and i lost all of my progress. Sobbing.

@bluerosegardens I'm restarting it rn 😔💔

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FUCK AI ART

Mitsuri or Shinobu cuddle hcs? If possible of course

𝐌𝐦𝐦𝐡𝐦!!!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞! 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟!!

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮 𝐊𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐨

She prefers to be the big spoon.

She sees it as a way to protect you, and trust me, that's all she's ever wanted to do.

She'll press gentle kisses to your hair, making it feel like butterflies landing on your head.

She'll gently run her hands up your sides,

I headcanon she has long nails, so she'll gently run them up your sides.

If you need cuddles because you've had a rough day, she'll massage your forehead, shoulders, whatever is necessary in order to make you comfortable.

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐢

She doesn't mind which spoon she is

Big or little, it doesn't matter to her.

She just likes having your attention.

If she's the big spoon: she'll press kisses all over your face, and occasionally nuzzle her face into the crook of your neck, often leaving gentle kisses.

If she's the little spoon: She'll giggle a lot, happy to be held in a protective manner. She'll reach behind her, gently running her fingers through your hair, you don't know how she doesn't end up poking you in the eyes.

kojiro nanjo literally all i need in life is your hand in marriage please bro 🛐🛐🛐

please man 🛐🛐🛐

happy Thursday the 20th

I'm Nour Alanqar, and reaching out to you during a time of unimaginable hardship. I am 26 years old, married to Ashraf Ismail, who is 32, and together we have three beautiful children: Hussein, 6, Rajaa, 5, and Youssef, just 10 months old. Our lives have been turned upside down by the devastating war in Gaza, and we desperately need your help.

My daughter Rajaa is a radiant beam of sunshine, bringing boundless joy, warmth, and love to everyone she meets.

On a dark night at the beginning of the war, our area was subjected to massive bombing. The explosions reached our home, forcing us to flee into the night, running amidst periodic explosions and searching for survival. We made our way to southern Gaza by morning, seeking refuge in Rafah.

This is our home, filled with our memories and moments of joy and happiness, now reduced to rubble. Its destruction shattered our hearts.

In Rafah, we found shelter in a crowded warehouse filled with strangers, all of us struggling to find basic necessities like food, water, safety, and cleanliness. Despite these challenges, we were again hit by direct bombardment. My husband was injured in the shoulder, and the scene around us was filled with blood and corpses. The cries of my children in those moments still echo in my head.

A fragment of what it once was, and now, what it has become.

We moved several times to places described as safe, only to face new tragedies. During this period, my precious daughter Raja contracted hepatitis, adding to our suffering.

It was incredibly difficult for me to endure these disasters, especially as I was in the process of giving birth. Youssef was deprived of proper breastfeeding and the necessary nutrition for his age. Hussein's right to education and a safe childhood have been cruelly taken from him.

My baby Youssef, whom I clung to throughout the war, running with him through the rubble of shattered homes to escape.

At an age when Hussein should have been enjoying his childhood, all his rights were taken away from him.

Our situation is dire, and we need your support to rebuild our lives and provide a future for our children. Your kindness and generosity can make a profound difference. Your contributions will help us secure safe shelter, access to medical care, and the basic necessities of life.

Please, consider helping us during this critical time. Every donation, no matter the size, brings us one step closer to safety, stability, and a chance to rebuild our lives.

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𝐍𝐨, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭!! 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭!! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲!!