Since Im Pretty Sure You Simp For Leona, You Can Add Him In This Prompt

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Since I’m pretty sure you simp for Leona, you can add him in this prompt😏😏

Person A and Person B (Leona) sleeping together. Person A wakes up first and contemplates waking Person B with a kiss.Person A leans in only to hesitate centimeters away out of embarrassment. Person B (Leona) opens their eyes and says, 'Well if you won't do it, I will.'

i was rlly sleepy while making this but hEY- i had fun with this-

waking you up ; leona kingscholar

leona kingscholar x gn! reader

your eyes shot open so randomly in this ungodly hour of the night. leona’s back was facing you as you woke up. you leaned onto him to check if he’s awake. now you want to wake him up. you kept going back and leaning onto him, thinking if you should wake him up with a kiss or no.

eventually, leona wakes up by your sudden actions. he knows what you’re up to at this point. leona opens his eyes “well if you won’t do it, i will.” leona blurts out making you startled. he turns his body to you. he leans in giving you a gentle kiss.

“why are you up in this hour?” leona asks as a yawn escapes his mouth. “i can’t sleep.” you casually replied. leona pulls you in his embrace, spooning you. “there. hopefully this can make you sleep.” leona says. leona fell fast asleep before you can do. this time, you can sleep peacefully.

Thank you @twistedtexts for doing my request❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hello. Congrats on 400 followers. Can I request Riddle staring at his partner in the kitchen of their home and just remembering how far they have come in their relationship. FLUFF. Thank you

#HUSBAND #DomesticWonderland

Pairing: Riddle Rosehearts x reader

TW: none

G/N reader

Domestic Wonderland

I hope you like it. I had to change it a bit because it wasn't possible to do what you requested in a text. —🌞

Sweet Riddle is the best!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Thank you so much for doing my request @fairestwriting

Yayyy. Requests are open!! Can I request a Riddle and s/o headcannon and the scenario is Riddle ends up finding his s/o sketch book and sees all of the drawings of him inside the book and then getting caught by the s/o and the s/o being super embarrassed and apologizing for drawing him. You can either make Riddle be super fluffy and cute or be super fluffy and a little tease to his s/o. Thank you.

Riddle Rosehearts

He didn't mean to go through your stuff, really. You two had just been studying together back at Heartslabyul, and as it turned out, you had forgotten an important book in your room. During your break, you hop off the chair and tell him you'd go get it really quick, and he's left to stare at all of your notebooks on his desk.

They looked messy, which kind of bugged him to look at, so he was just going to arrange them into a neat pile for when you got back — And that's when he comes across to the sketchbook, hidden under two other textbooks and the notes you'd been taking. It looked different from your other possessions, so his curiosity got the better of him.

He opened it, curious eyes on the pages, and it takes him a second to process that it's him on these pages. Riddle is surprised, blinking as he flips through them, his face feeling warm. You'd gotten so many different angles of him... did you enjoy drawing him that much?

That's when you enter the room, and immediately noticing just what Riddle was holding, you yelp, running up to him to grab the sketchbook back, hurrying to apologize, stammering about how you couldn't believe he found something so embarrassing, promising you wouldn't draw him without permission again.

But Riddle gives you one of his rare soft smiles. "You've done nothing wrong, these were really good!" He says, and you feel like you'd be the one going red between you two, now. "I never thought anyone would want to draw me like that, really... but I really love them. " He looks away, and you're both way too embarrassed about the situation, but there's clear fondness there.

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Soft Azul is so adorable 🥰🥰🥰🥰 Thank you @tr6polla for doing my request

summary : when his s/o offers to let him rest up on their lap ! ; gender neutral

character : azul

warnings : none !

azul’s hand was held tightly in yours, fingers interlaced firmly to keep him in tow behind you as you led him towards the plush cushions set out in the center of his office. you hear him hum in question behind you, curious of your sudden initiative to drag him away from the desk he had been sitting at.

“you’ve been working too hard lately, don’t you think ?” you tug him down to settle on the seat with you. his eyes are tired, no doubt from the mindless hours he’d spent just before pouring over a thick stack of paperwork regarding mostro lounge’s finances. azul had always been a hard worker, constantly working towards improving both himself and his assets. evidently enough, his ever so diligent ways had managed to put him in the state you’d found him in - worn out and overworked and deserving of no less than a nice, long break.

“i can’t say i agree,” his smiles wryly. “i’ll be sure to spend my time with you once i’m done, dear.”

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RIDDLE STOP BEING SO CUTE❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I wish I was there to hug him, he deserves so many, the sweet boy. Thank you @star-crossed-cafe for doing my request.

So happy the cafe is open😁😁 Could you do a scene where Riddle is having a nightmare (most likely from his past or his overblot incident) and his lover notices this and wakes him up and comforts him with words of assurance,hugs, and kisses until he falls asleep again, smiling. Thank you💗💗

summary: riddle has been plagued by the thoughts of his overblot, haunted in his sleep when the darkness creeps in. but the reader serves as his beacon of comfort, grounding him and guiding him through the worst nights.

warning: nightmares (?), riddle spoilers, slight angst + comfort

word count: 1.1k

author's note: welcome welcome! i too am quite happy the cafe is open as well! everyone's asks have been so wonderfully cute and creative, such a joy to write. this includes yours! what a cute idea! the Baker is a sucker for nightmare comforting fics indeed...

Riddle was always in bed by a certain time every night. You weren't sure if it was a rule from the Queen of Hearts or a standard he held himself to, but he always insisted on turning in early and getting up refreshed. Tonight was no different. That's why you were so surprised.

It was creeping into the early morning. Riddle's small form was shaking underneath the blankets he had wrapped around himself. There were tears slipping from under his closed eyelids and clinging to his long lashes. Red hair was messily strewn across his soft pillows. If it weren't for the crashing realization that your boyfriend was having a nightmare, you might have considered it to be a relatively cute sight.

His hands were grasping at nothing. Instinctively. Repeatedly. What was he reaching for? You didn't know. You woke him anyway, shaking his shoulder with concern scrawled across your face. He awoke with a start, bolting into an upright position, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his hurried breath came out unevenly.

Wide eyes didn't seem to recognize you at first, darting around violently, not placing you or the safety of his bedroom around him. There was a quiet mutter off "Off with your head" followed by a somewhat muffled sob. Finally, it seemed to sink in. He was awake in his bedroom early in the morning with you, and not in the Rose Garden surrounded by the students of his dorm and the problems that drowned him. He wasn't overblotting. He was safe.

The next thing you knew, he was practically on you. His hands were grasping the back of your shirt as he cried against your neck. The sniffling sobs spilling forth from him were unsightly, and he'd apologize for them in the morning, but for now, none of that mattered. You had a boyfriend to comfort, so you got right down to it.

Your arms wrapped around him as well as you slightly began to rock side to side softly. You pressed your lips against the crown of his head, cooing to him sweetly. Based off of what he had cried out upon waking, you figured he had been dreaming about his overblot. You murmured soft words of comfort against his hair. Quietly, you asked him if he wanted any tea to drink to calm down. He muttered something about it being against the rules to drink tea at this hour. If this were any other circumstance, you might have laughed a bit.

Hands running up and down his arms and all over his back, you mumbled reassurances to him. He was safe. His blot accumulation was healthy. He wasn't going to overdue it any time soon and there was no one nearby to hurt. Everything is okay. Eventually, his sobs quieted and his breathing evened slightly. The two of you repositioned, moving now to rest against the headboard of his large bed while he would remain cradled against you, his head nuzzled lovingly against your neck. One of your hands moved to take his and softly play with your fingers, causing his lips to lift into a small ghost of a smile. There were still tears dangling off of his lashes and dripping into his red cheeks, but he had calmed down out of the hysteric state he was in earlier. Your very presence was calming, but the careful love you always offered him was the most comforting in the world.

You asked him about his dream. Carefully. Tenderly. Slowly. You didn't pressure him, he didn't have to share. The sentences he muttered were quiet and disjointed, hard to string together, but you could form some kind of understanding in your head. It seemed like your sweet boy was bogged down once more with thoughts of his mother's harsh teaching and even harsher punishments. Maybe it was the stress of the upcoming exams that had had him so worked up, holding himself to the highest standards possible. Apparently, his dream had shifted for the worst into a spiral of painful memory as his overblot replayed before him in only the highest quality. It all kept getting worse and worse as, in his dream, no one was there to stop him. He kept hurting everyone. He almost cried again telling you.

The room was dark but you could still see his slate grey eyes downcast toward the sheets, never once tearing from them and roaming around the room. The hand you had around his shoulder, holding him against you, lifted off long enough to push his head toward you so you could press a loving kiss against his temple. He squeezed your hand in a quiet thanks.

Quietly, the two of you sat there. His breathing was evening out again and his eyes drooping slightly. Dawn was beginning to creep up, but there was still time to get a little more sleep before waking for the morning classes. You were glad to see him growing drowsy again; he needed it.

Your boyfriend's nightmares weren't common, per se, but they weren't completely unusual either. They were dwindling in frequency, but they still seemed to plague him nonetheless. You knew he was working hard on trying to research better ways to prevent dangerous blot accumulation during his spare time. Maybe you should remind him how proud of him you are in the morning. For now, you decided to go back to sleep beside him.

You'd be there when he woke again, and that was all that really mattered. The night had been long, your eyelids heavy. You drew his now sleeping form even closer to you yet, rubbing his hand with your thumb absentmindedly. Asleep or not, you wanted to give your all in comforting your dearest.

You drove off his nightmares better than the morning sun ever could hope to and he was eternally grateful. Come morning, he may not admit to ever having one. His red cheeks and the way his gaze would avoid yours for a bit would say enough, however, as he'd pull himself up from where he slept against your neck. He would be embarrassed about allowing you to see him in such a vulnerable state, indeed, but he would be thankful. The kiss he would press against the back of your hand and the tea he would brew you, served on a tray beside one of Trey's best tarts, would say enough.

Thank you for being there during the hard nights, it would say. And thank you for comforting him during his darkest hours. Yes, you had quite the morning to look forward to.

𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕗𝕖'𝕤 𝟝𝟘𝟘 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟!

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