This Is Canon In My Head

hi! may i request with aiku as ex bf?? what would he do to get our hearts back??? (he kinda the one who ask for breakup but he’s still missing us) <3 have a lovely day!!

hiii! thank you for your request, i absolutely LOVED writing this one so much! it has a tiny bit of angst and some fluff. it was such a blast to write, and i hope you enjoy! ₊˚⊹♡

call you mine!

wc: 1.1k + ex-bf!oliver aiku x reader + slight angst + happy ending + fluff + sfw

ex-bf!oliver aiku who breaks up with you over a fancy dinner, holding your hand lightly as he says, “Let’s break up.” 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who watches you leave the restaurant with an expressionless face, your back disappearing out of the door into the rainy, cold night as tears bead on your lashes. He’s too busy for a relationship anyways, he thinks. You were only a distraction to him. This is for the best. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who’s spotted with some famous actress less than a week later, arm wrapped around her waist as he escorts her to some fancy, overpriced hotel—which is something you never experienced when you two were together.

ex-bf!oliver aiku who shows up in the news every now and then, and you find out that he’s had a new girl on his arm almost every week in the couple months following the break-up. Another actress, some rising singer-songwriter, a daughter of a wealthy CEO—he’s running through women faster than you can comprehend. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who puts on his trademark playboy bravado for the media, but can’t deny that there’s an empty hole slowly gnawing at his heart—a hole that your presence used to quietly occupy. It’s slowly breaking him down and he desperately tries to fill in the cracks with woman after woman, but it doesn’t matter. None of them are you. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku drinks away the ache of loneliness every night, finally admitting that breaking up with you was a mistake. Hell, even his parents thought that breaking up with you was a mistake. He misses the way his jersey falls over your frame and the way you’d fall asleep with your head on his shoulder during long flights and the way you smiled and laughed when he cracked a joke and- fuck. He just missed you. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku sends you drunk “I miss you” texts and sober “let’s talk,” ones, only for you to completely ignore them. He jumps at every text notification he gets (though he tries not to) only to be disappointed again and again when he realizes it wasn’t a text from you.

ex-bf!oliver aiku sees you for the first time after the break-up at one of his games—but why’re you cheering for the rival team? 

ex-bf!oliver aiku is consumed by jealousy when he sees you wearing someone else’s jersey. It drives him mad, and he completely crushes the other team, 4-0, as if he’s trying to prove something to you. When the final whistle is blown, he finds you all too easily in the crowd, satisfaction sparking in his stomach when he sees your pretty eyes fixed on him. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku tries to corner you after the game ends, running through the crowd, hand reaching out to tap your shoulder, only for you to slip away and vanish from his sight. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who should be celebrating his devastating win with his teammates is instead holed up in his apartment, drinking his feelings away. He shoots you a drunk “come over” text before passing out, holding his phone to his chest. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who shows up at your door a week later, holding a bouquet of flowers in hand. You’re surprised; he never bought you flowers when you two were together, so why now? 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who asks you, in a smooth, confident voice, “Let’s get dinner tonight.” only for you to reject him. You think about all the times he ignored your texts or forgot an anniversary or ditched a date to go drinking with his friends, and it’s more than enough for you to close the door in his face. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who, despite feeling a pang in his heart when the door shuts in front of him, shows up the next day, and the next, and the next, each time with a new expensive flower arrangement or luxurious self-care gift basket. You shut him down every time, but it doesn’t stop him from showing up the next day, gift in hand. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku who starts asking you a question each time he shows up at your door: “What’s your go-to coffee order? What’re your favorite flowers? What styles of jewelry do you like?” 

ex-bf!oliver aiku slowly begins to change, popping up at your door in the chilly mornings to drop off your regular coffee order, and often stopping by in the evenings to hand you a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers or jewelry that’s exactly your style.

ex-bf!oliver aiku does this for two months straight, surprising you with his presents and questions each time he appears at your door, and one day you finally bring yourself to ask him why he’s doing all this. 

ex-bf!oliver aiku, the one who’s usually brimming with confidence, is suddenly shy, his heterochrome eyes cast downwards staring at his feet. He’s silent for a moment, before saying:

“I know I should’ve treated you better. Really. Hell, I never even asked what your favorite flowers were. But I only realized that you put everything into loving me after you were gone, and I felt like shit because I know that I didn’t do the same for you even though you deserved it more than anyone else.”

He pauses for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Drunk texts aside, I miss you. A lot. And I just want to show you that I care about you and am willing to put effort this—into us— if you’ll let me.” 

You’ve never seen the proud play-boy Oliver look so vulnerable, voice soft and back slightly hunched. Clutching the bunch of flowers he’d just brought you, you think for a moment that maybe—maybe, he’s changed. 

And it’s instinct that makes you lean up to his bowed head and place a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

When you pull away, his eyes are wide, jaw dropped halfway open. You give him a hint of a smile. “This weekend. Take me somewhere nice, ‘kay? And don’t be late this time.” 

Without another word, you slip inside, leaving Oliver stunned on your doorstep. 

boyfriend!oliver aiku who shows up outside your door 15 minutes before the arranged time, clean-shaven and dapper in a crisp suit, elegant bouquet of flowers in hand. When you step out of the door, you look so beautiful that for once, Oliver is nervous to take someone out for dinner.

boyfriend!oliver aiku who now brings you flowers on every date, never misses an anniversary, celebrates with you after every game, and never ignores your texts or calls.

boyfriend!oliver aiku who finally recognizes how happy he feels with you at his side, and knows that he’ll never let you go again. 

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tired of seeing people constantly flirting on every discord server i join .... I GET IT WE GET IT YOU TWO LOVE EACH OTHER VERY MUCH

miya atsumu x reader, 2k

SUMMARY: osamu asks if you ever get jealous when people flirt with atsumu.

A/N: holding my hands up to say that yes i love osamu more. i DO. but atsumu has been wreaking havoc in my mind lately…… so. here we are. this is very sappy if i’m being Real with you. also sel this is for u and the unfortunate realisations we have both come to — godbless.

The street lights outside blink an ugly shade of yellow as the sun finally makes way for the moon.

Osamu flips the sign on the front door to closed before taking a seat in front of you.

If your schedule hadn’t been so hectic this week, you’d be at the stadium watching the Black Jackals match in real time and celebrating their win.

Knowing Atsumu, you would most definitely be donning his jersey in the crowd as you cheered. He gets pouty if you don’t, and you’ve learned to pick your battles over the years.

Instead, it’s 8pm and you’ve made yourself comfortable in an empty booth at Onigiri Miya, eyes focused on the screen where it hangs on the wall.

“It’s miraculous you aren’t worried, honestly,” Osamu said, the words slurred through his full mouth. You hum absentmindedly, eyes never leaving the tv screen.

He only gestured at the television, where Atsumu was doing an interview post match and looking particularly handsome despite the sweat dripping down his face. He was nodding, smiling, speaking. The usual motions. There was a woman next to him. You weren’t really looking at her. Atsumu laughed, tipping his head back and exposing the long line of his neck, and you found that infinitely more interesting.

“Worried about all that,” Osamu said. His arm was still aloft, making a motion at the woman interviewing his twin, and when you humoured him to take a look, you found said woman already looking at Atsumu.

“She’s looking at him because he’s speaking,” you pointed out.

Osamu made a face. “Yeah, duh, I know, but like. You know what I mean.” he took a sip of his drink, offering it to you. You took it. “Tsumu getting flirted with at work.”

“Ah,” you said.

He had gotten lemonade, which was sweet of him. You liked lemonade a lot more than he did. "It's been happening since high school. I'm kind of used to it by now."

There was something skeptical in the slant of Osamu’s brow. "He's getting hit on a lot more now though."

You hummed again. You knew that, too. Atsumu had complained about it more than once.

But you reckoned that it was just the natural progression of things. Atsumu had always been attractive, had always been the kind of good-looking that made you question whether your eyes were working correctly, but then he got older.

Broader. More muscular. More confident.

You were willing to bet that it was the confidence that did it more than anything.

Once, when they were all drunk out of their minds, Suna had remarked that Atsumu walked like he "owned fifteen different properties both in Japan and overseas", and you had nearly peed yourself laughing at how ridiculously spot-on it was.

"It doesn't bother me," you said, laughing a little when Osamu's face went from lightly skeptical to completely unconvinced. "Honestly! It really doesn't!"

"Not that I'm saying you have reason to be worried," Osamu began, "but I will never let you forget how fucking sulky you got back then, especially because I was the sorry ass in charge of making sure you cheered up."

You couldn't even defend yourself, but you were going to try to anyway. "I wasn't that bad."

Osamu looked at you with a flat expression. "You at some point said, and I quote, ‘Samu, I am never going to find love ever again,' after a reporter asked for his number."

You screeched, hitting his shoulder and whining when he dodged easily. "Why do you even remember that? Fucking weirdo."

"How else am I gonna keep you under control if not through blackmail?" Osamu said, dodging again when you tried for another hit. "It's your own goddamn fault that you keep giving me ammunition."

"Fuck off, it was different back then. I was in denial and pining over my stupid crush," you sniffed, settling more into the seat and stealing the last of the lemonade in indignation.

"You're still very much in denial and pining," Osamu pointed out. "I don't even fucking know how and why you're still pining because you're actually dating him now."

"Rich coming from you. How long did it take you to ask your girlfriend out again? Pot and kettle or however the saying goes."

Osamu scowled, "I am nowhere near as bad as you.”

"You Libra placements and your denial..."

"Letting you get into astrology is a mistake I will never recover from."

"Please, and when you want me to look at your compatibility chart again-"

Osamu clamped a hand over your mouth, shushing you desperately. "What the fuck."

"The blackmailing is mutual," you said, shoving him off of you. "Equal exchange, I give half of my humiliation to you, you give half of yours to me."

"This isn't equivalent, you gave me all of your embarrassment and I've barely done anything— don't look at me like that."

You only raised an eyebrow further.

"Shut the fuck up."

"I'm not saying anything?"

"You're loud even when you're quiet."

You both give it a break for a while, going back to eating and watching. There was a different player on screen now, one that you’re pretty sure you’ve met before but can’t place the name. Osamu seems to know since he’s listening intently.

Sakusa shows up next, followed by Hinata and Bokuto before it pans back to the whole team and you catch sight of Atsumu again, this time with another interviewer who was standing too close for comfort. At the sight of this exchange, Osamu turns to you again.

"You're really not worried? Like, seriously?" he asked, quieter this time, not a single trace of teasing in his voice.

You were touched with how concerned he was. For all of his complaining, he was invested in your happiness, seemingly more so than his own actual brother.

"Seriously," you repeated. "I'm not worried. Genuinely.”

.

.

.

You were already in bed when Atsumu trudged through the door. Your boyfriend had stopped in place as he found you, and it made you smile, a little helpless, and extend a hand.

"Hi," you said. He didn't move. "You okay?"

"Sorry," he said, rubbing at his eyes and shrugging off his bag. "I just have to make sure I'm not dreaming and that there really is the most gorgeous person on earth in my bed right now."

"Oh fuck off," you said, voice choked and close to a wail. Atsumu only grinned, laughing when you covered your face with your arms.

"Babeee," he whined, ambling over to the bed to plop himself on top of you. "Hey, come on." He reached up to peel your arms away, and the look on his face was something between complete rapture and excitement. He looked at you like that a lot.

"Hi there," Atsumu said, smile wide enough to break his face, and you could never in your life resist it.

"Hi there," you repeated. Your hands went to the back of his neck to tug him down, and he was more than happy to come closer. You hadn't kissed since this morning, and it was almost midnight now. You had to make up for lost time.

"You okay?" you asked again when you came up for air eventually. Atsumu's face was in your neck, his mouth open and sweet against your skin, tongue and teeth and lips laving over the spot where your pulse roared. You kept shivering at each little nip and suck. You could feel Atsumu smiling. You didn't know whether to kiss him again or hit him.

"I'm fine," he mumbled. He pressed another kiss near your collarbone. "Have you now. I'm all good."

You huffed a little laugh through your nose. "My baby’s exhausted?"

You felt more then saw the small shudder that went through his body and hid your smile by putting your face in his hair. He smelled like lavender— the new cologne you had bought him a few weeks ago.

"Yeah," Atsumu said, the words all breathy and sighed-through and it made another shiver hiss through you, fluttery and warm and all-consuming. "Your baby’s exhausted."

"You showered before you got home?" you asked. Atsumu's skin felt clean under your fingers, none of the tackiness of sweat from playing a game left behind.

He made a small noise, petulant, but relented when you wouldn't stop pinching his cheeks.

"Come up, big baby, I just wanna see you— there you are." you smiled, watched as he mirrored it. You ran your thumbs over the highs of Atsumu's cheekbones, over his eyebrows. He closed his eyes, humming as you tipped his face this way and that. His ears were red under all of your careful attention. His ears always did that. You’ve been dating for almost two years.

You were kind of thrilled.

"Look at you," you said, low and hushed and unabashedly awed.

There was a slice of moonlight that had slipped through the curtains, and it caught the side of Atsumu's face— you had spent a lot of time looking at him. Through the years spent as a young girl with a crush so huge it felt world-ending, through the time spent before you got together, carrying feelings under your tongue and biting down in the hopes it wouldn't bleed through your words.

Until now— still as lovestruck as the day you met him but more settled now, more complete, because to love someone as they are and not as they show you is to love them whole— you looked at Atsumu. Sometimes you were sure that you knew Atsumu's face better than your own.

Even back then, when you were just the nebulous idea of friends, studying Atsumu never felt like you were studying a stranger.

You had spent a lot of time looking at him, but even still there were moments where he would turn, or his profile would catch the light differently, or he'd look at you the way he did now, and you’d be overwhelmed all over again.”

"You're so pretty," you said, smiling as red bloomed, ruddy and bright, across the planes of Atsumu's face.

"Baby’s so pretty. Stunning."

"Stop," he whined, trying to get out of your grip, but you knew that whenever your boyfriend said 'stop' he really meant 'keep going'.

"Prettiest boy in the world," you breathed, giggling when Atsumu could only whine again, his face crumpling in embarrassment. "Pretty pretty pretty.”

"That's you," Atsumu said, leaning up a little to press a kiss to your forehead. "The prettiest person in the world is you."

"Hmm, still think it's you," you said, and watched as the flush spread to his neck, over his shoulders, peaches over cream.

It still shocked you sometimes, how well you can read each tick and shift in his expression. How the little twitch to his upper lip meant that he wanted to kiss you, how his eyes would go dark whenever you called him beautiful.

How there was a certain smile that he seemed to save for no one else but you. It sat slightly goofy on his face, crooked and dimpled, a tad bit too human to be shown in front of cameras. You hoarded all of those smiles. Atsumu only ever smiled like that when he was too happy to care about how he looked, too caught up in the bubble you created for yourselves to let any passing thought intrude.

He was smiling like that now.

"Missed you too," you murmured against his mouth, the words a kiss of their own. You cupped his cheeks. "Missed my boyfriend very much."

You watched him as he unfurled, closing his eyes, that smile at full-force. A moonflower in bloom. It scared you sometimes, how much power you had over him. Everyday you woke up and hoped you deserved it.

Atsumu leaned in again, kissed you again, and you were distantly brought back to your conversation with Osamu, to the concern and curiosity in his eyes.

"You're really not worried? Seriously?"

Atsumu's tongue slipped into your mouth, and any last bit of thought was wiped clean.

You weren’t worried. You really, really weren’t.

For the 100 followers event:

Blue Lock - Rin Itoshi 🤗

Prompt 7 with angst <3333

Have a awesome day 👐 <3333 ;3

contains: itoshi rin

notes: thank you for requesting! this took a while bc i got busy (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

prompt: "will you just hold me, please?"

it was quite the rough day for rin. it was just natural, having met his brother again in a game. the ride home was quiet. not once did you hear him try to start a conversation. you eyes only followed him as he keeps the sullen look on his face, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

you had tried to ask if he was alright only to receive a response that doesn't match the expression on his face: "i'm alright." something was up and it's quite bad. once home, he went ahead to the bedroom to finish the day off.

you knocked on the slightly open door before calling out his name, almost in a whisper. "do you want to talk? you seem upset since this afternoon." it did take a while to convince him to sit and talk with you, but here you are, seated beside him on the edge of his bed.

his head hung low, eyes on the floor below. it was silent, but rin started to speak. "it's about him." he then started to talk about how much he wanted to beat him in a game of soccer, only to fail everytime. you have watched his brother's football skills and he did seem to be a tough guy to beat.

rin went on about how much he wants to be better at the sport and to beat sae, the topic soon transitioned to his rough relationship with him. as you listen to him, you offered him his much needed comfort. his eyes were almost filled with tears.

as he spoke, hurt swelled in your heart. you never knew that after all these years that you've known rin, a young man who felt inferior to his brother was kept hidden. all you knew was that he never got along with sae. as you processed all his words, his low voice rang through your ears as his hand reached for yours. "will you just hold me,"

rin faced you, and you face him. just as he was about to continue speaking, a small tear dropped from his eyes. "please?"

MUST BE MONEY ft. mikage reo

reo's first date+kiss with you. | sfw, gn!reader

reo had always thought you were easy.

you gave it away far too casually; blatant stares and meek smiles and all. one glance in your direction and you suddenly seem to glow. it's like his gaze is a spotlight and you are his actor- one of his actors, at least. but you don't seem to mind your so-called 'competition'; leaving him with the impression that you're simply just easy- a road smoother and straighter than the road to hell.

so when you approach him about going on a date, reo isn't surprised. maybe he is; but only at the fact that you asked him directly. there was no 'spending time with you and your friends'. no 'one-on-one study session's. you'd come to him wanting a date, so he gives you a date. "after school, let's go to my place." your happiness is almost contagious when you nod yes.

reo still thinks you're easy; a lot easier than expected, if you will.

how it's barely been a half hour into this date and his arm is already slung around your shoulders is unbeknownst to him. if he didn't know any better, he'd think you're just needy- doing anything and everything for some comforting attention. but he knows you, and he's seen you, and he's seen how your eyes shimmer exclusively for him.

maybe, he wonders, pulling your body snug into his side, you're here for the money. it's the one thing that distinguishes him from other people, after all. it's not uncommon either- for girls and boys and friends and "friends" alike- saying that his wealth doesn't advantage them is like saying he's not attracted to you right now; an awkward lie that somewhat comforts him.

don't get him wrong- he's obviously been with people whom he was attracted to, and had no reservations about expressing it. but you? you fall into his lap so literally and effortlessly that liking you feels like a sin. you're way too easy for his taste- most probably only here for the money. at least, that's how he tries to convince himself.

he looks at you, noticing the drift of your hair with each exhale. you turn and look back, curious. remarking his warm breaths and even warmer gaze. he plays a dangerous game- embracing your unadulterated eyes. basking in your alluring scent; hoping it spills onto his shirt. "this is nice," you say with that smile that makes him dizzy, perhaps because the lie he's been telling himself isn't so comforting anymore.

reo doesn't quite think you're easy now.

you step right into his hands, seemingly ready to give him yourself. yet, he's afraid to hold you proper. to have you, and reo is never afraid of having. he's losing this dangerous game that you don't even know you started. you blink.

"'s quite nice, huh," he answers you- fingers habitually reaching to caress your cheek; and he has to resist pulling his hand back when you lean into it. he's done this before- god knows how many times with how many people- but your skin doesn't burn him the way the others did. you don't affect him the way they did. he hopes you don't.

he notices his breaths don't kiss your hair anymore- they land on your skin instead, and your eyes flutter in a way he's seen many times before on different people. "you look like you want something," his voice is low; composed. quite the contrast to his rampaging heart.

he plants his lips onto your right eye- closely connected to your heart. closely connected to your desires, and you seem to only have one. he's just not sure if this desire is transactional or emotional, for your eyes are too glossed over to see. he leans down.

"tell me what you want, honey," close enough to share your air, reo breathes you in. wants your smell to spill onto his skin. "is it money? you already know i've plenty to spare," shivers crawl down his spine; and he wishes he never suggested that. "is it fame? being the top student's partner- does that turn you on?" he drags his fingers down your jawline, noting every blemish he comes across. "or is it..." his nose brushes against yours.

"...me?"

"what do you think, hmm, reo?" he doesn't like the way your mouth quirks up. he doesn't like that your hand peels his away from your face. that's another two lies now- neither of which bring him comfort whatsoever. the sweet ache in his chest tells him his truth; head spinning like he's had too much honey. he loves the game you're playing.

"must be money then," his lips brush yours unsatisfyingly as he pulls away. you're not teasing him free-of-charge. he leans back, satisfied. there's a cold vacuum between him and you that heats his cheeks, however, and his satisfaction turns into longing. he longs to fill the vacuum again.

"wrong answer, idiot," answers his prayers. a cold pair of hands smacks his face- burning his cheeks with passion; then pulling him into a kiss. the mix of plush and teeth takes him by surprise. he returns it nonetheless- and this time not out of his typical courtesy. he kisses you back because he wants to, and he's sure he wants to. he kisses you back because he's worked hard for it in his mind, because he deserves it.

he deserves you.

reo couldn't be more wrong when he thought you were easy.

even as his lips and nose and breaths melt into yours, he still feels like there's more to accomplish; more to discover; more to love. you are his endgoal- you, and the entirety of you.

imagine staying alive so u could see bsd and jjk to the end, just so gege and asagiri can go and pull the shit they did in the last chapters😭😭 #makethempayfortherapy

likes/reposts are highly appreciated

Undead Hug headcanons.

I think about hugs way too often and have a lot of headcanons about them for some reason so here's Undead bc I love them <3

info ; gn!reader | sfw | fluff.

𝗥 𝗘 𝗜 .

His hugs are soft.

He'll hold you like you're delicate and fragile, almost as if he's in disbelief. How'd he get so lucky?

Hugs from behind while you work are his favorite, of course aside from coffin cuddles. He'll leave butterfly kisses all over your neck and shoulder, taking advantage of his lips behind so close to your ears and whispering to you all sorts of sweet nothings. He takes delight in the shivers that run down your spine at the feeling of his breath against your skin and his adoring words.

He may not be the strongest, but he'll attempt to pick you up from behind. Once you hear his spine crack, please wiggle out of his grasp otherwise he may end up hospitalized...

Around others, he'll often have an arm around your waist, or your arms linked. He's a gentleman.

He doesn't often have a smell, but when he does he smells like vanilla for some reason. It's a bit strong on the nose and Koga complains about it, but you find it pleasant.

𝗞 𝗔 𝗢 𝗥 𝗨 .

His hugs are playful.

He'll sneak up on you when distracted and pick you up, twirling you around just to hear your excited squeaks. Unlike Rei, he can handle your weight a lot better. And it's always worth it to hear you laugh whenever he does it.

He likes it when you sit between his legs with your back to his chest. He wraps around you completely like a koala. If you're doing homework, or playing video games, or watching a movie, or even just sitting there doing nothing on your phone - he will want you cuddled against him like that.

Will absolutely get bored of watching you do whatever it is you're doing eventually and start smothering you in kisses instead.

When hugging, expect your butt to be squeezed suddenly. He will take the smack like a champ.

Around others, will have an arm slung around your shoulders holding you close. You're his, and everyone must know!

He smells like coffee often. Lattes, cappuccinos, plain coffee, you name it. Depends on what coffee shop he sat in earlier.

𝗞 𝗢 𝗚 𝗔 .

His hugs are protective.

Don't expect any hugs at first though! He's gotta keep up the tough and cool lone wolf act! You're lucky he even accepted the relationship offer hmph!

Eventually his touch starved ass will want to indulge in the parts of a relationship that make the relationship.

Starting with hugs and cuddles, of course!

When he hugs you, it's almost like an attack. He's aggressive with the tightness and doesn't relent even when you whine about it. But it also feels as if he doesn't want you to get out of his arms, so you don't slip away.

But whenever you initiate the hugging, it's a different story. He'll be taken back for a few seconds, sitting there stiff. But if you dare and pet his hair... He's going to absolutely melt in your embrace. He's going to put his face in your chest and silently beg you to keep going. He can't recall the last time anyone was so soft to him, he claims to be a wolf but he's just a little puppy! Indulge him a bit more <3

He'd like to cuddle if you were sitting on his lap. He likes feeling big and protective!

Around others, he won't flaunt any PDA. But he miiight hold your hand if he's feeling nice <3

Honestly he just often smells like Leon...

𝗔 𝗗 𝗢 𝗡 𝗜 𝗦 .

His hugs are safe.

His arms are strong and his body is big and his physique is sturdy.

Whenever he hugs you, he's almost afraid he'll break you. He knows you're no porcelain doll, but he doesn't trust his strength, especially with the urge he always has to protect you.

It takes a bunch of attempts before he accepts your reassurance and starts tightening his hugs a bit more.

That doesn't make them feel any less safe though. His embrace is warm and you can feel his love for your radiating from it. His heart is always so full of adoration for you, absolutely melting whenever he sees you press yourself further into his hug with a smile on your face.

He likes spooning. He likes wrapping his big frame around yours and enjoying the warmth of the embrace. But if you want to be the big spoon then he won't complain, he thinks it's cute. Even if he'd prefer to see your face, it's still comfortable.

Around others, he has no shame. He'll sling you over his shoulder if he feels like it, he doesn't care. You're his partner, why should he feel ashamed to show it off? Why be secretive about it as if you two are in some affair? He'll kiss you and hold you close and hold your hand and hug you. In this world, it's just you and him.

He smells like meat. Makes him all the more nom-able.

Light

cw: angst, checkmate references, implied character death, wrong capitalization but bare with me

word count: 347 words

author note: this is from leo’s pov and it might be ooc help

written by: mod ritsu❄️

the day I met you…it’s like the sun finally shined its light on me…

we were similar in nature, too similar in fact.

your smile brought light into my day as if reaching out your hand to me so that we could run together on the bright sunny day.

you’ve always said the same thing about me, how me and my songs “saved” you.

I really didn’t understand what you meant then, and I don’t think I ever will understand what you mean now, or ever actually.

but back then it didn’t matter-you gave me warmth, and I returned it.

but since we’re so similar…we were bound to dig each other’s graves.

I was so focused on myself and how I hurt everyone that I deprived you of your light.

yet you never stopped giving me your warmth.

you kept giving and giving even though there was nothing to receive back.

you kept giving and giving until you burned yourself out.

you kept giving and giving until your light disappeared completely.

I couldn’t save you.

pathetic isn’t it? a knight unable to save someone he swore his loyalty to.

I wonder, would you be ashamed to look at me now?

hey! tell me how i “saved” you? unlike Sena or Tenshi I’m stupid, you see!

so tell me! I know it’s selfish to ask since, in the end, I couldn’t save you or anyone, but how do I make someone smile for just a bit longer?

what can I do to see you smile again?

but no matter how much I ask you won’t ever respond to me ever again, will you?

it’s cruel you know, giving me so much light then depriving me of it forever!

wahaha! this is all your fault!

…who am I kidding. it’s my fault. I couldn’t save you. I couldn’t save anyone.

I wish I wasn’t also the sun…maybe if I was the moon I could have reflected the light back to you.

but if it’s even possible…if we meet again, could you please shine your light upon me once more?

HUHHHHHTHESE ARE SO COOL

Some Enstars fake cards I did of Nazuna/exValk for good ol’ Twitter dot com spanning about 5 years (help me)

Not in chronological order.

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 A scene so dear to my heart ;v;