#Accident Prone (Lai)

[inkskinned]

it is the first snow today. i think we should all have off work, even though it didn't stick. i think there should be 4 national holidays, one for each season. happy first snow, go home and make cookies. for spring it can be the first crocus. for summer the first lightning bug. for autumn, the first golden leaf. go home, kiss your dog, feed your cat (who is absolutely already-fed but somehow still starving.)

i think we should all take more showers together, but i mean that in the soft way. i mean it like taking a nap. two years ago i had 5 adult friends in my queen bed, all of us laying across each other, head over belly over thigh over hand. any time one of us would giggle, it would ripple over each of us, like pulling on a spiderweb. kim actually needed to nap and didn't get to sleep and i am still sorry for it even though this is one of my most precious memories.

i think we should all wash each other's hair, i mean. i walk my dog and i watch someone put up twinkle lights around their front porch. alex and i just moved, and i love the neighborhood. already so many of our new neighbors have stopped by to say hello. the nice lady downstairs also collects plants, like me. she gave us her number on a pink post-it note. i am trying to decide whether to make her cookies or brownies.

i am going through a very hard time. something bad happened this weekend that i do not wish to discuss. it is hanging over me. i think of the green ribbon, and the woman who had her throat cut. it feels like that sometimes, inside of my body. like i am walking and talking despite being half-corpsed. like i am hanging on by a ribbon, standing on some kind of cusp. i keep saying - at least it wasn't worse. we are so lucky it wasn't worse. the idea is river-rock smooth now, all the edges worried off.

in this very dark night - the sun sets by 3 now - people don't need to, but they try anyway. they paint the missing light into things. i have an embarrassing number of missed calls and texts, but i feel the love from them nevertheless - hey. if you need something, i'm here. i will bring you food/puzzles/anything. i got you.

i think we should all have a big group chat where we do errands with strangers. this week i got lost in a home depot, which is wild because i'm a lesbian and we are actually hatched in a lowe's lumber section. there were two other women in the whole store. we ended up shopping together, at first by accident (we all needed things in the same aisle), and then because, well, why not. one of the ladies was taller than me, so she pulled down the screws i needed. i am agile and have the personality of a raccoon, so they sent me after anything below 3 feet. we talked about holiday plans and never learned each other's names, but did learn all the drama about each other's families.

i am making you cupcakes, because i have so much affection i want to pour it into batter. you ask me if i am eating enough per meal. i wrap your gift twice, trying to do it prettily. i get excited to give it to you, just because i hope you'll be excited too.

my parents drive an hour just to see the new apartment and to do the parent thing; standing in the kitchen saying things like "oh you'll get so much use from this dishwasher" and "well, you could paint that" and "when your mother and i moved it was uphill both ways and in a snowstorm and of course your brother was an infant." my mother brought me a plant for housewarming. i always say i love you before she leaves.

i play dnd on tuesdays still, after all these years. we all keep that night free. at one point, between grad school and marriage and all of it, we had to have a serious discussion about how to keep it running. we will keep going, we decided eventually. just to see each other, even if we don't play - you are all important to me. sebastian is not prone to affection but last night he stole my usual sign off - i love you all, be good, he said. he was laughing.

i don't love the winter, actually. i like snow in theory, but i grew up in the north, and am too-familiar with the season of "mud and sludge". i don't like being cold. but i do love something kind of soft and rare: every year around this time, people remember oh yes. you and i are human together. and i have love to spare.

it is the first snow, and something in my heart is finally warm again. i have spent what felt like the last 18 months just going-through-the-motions. it has felt blank and immediate, like i would never actually feel again. that sounds extremely trite and stupid - but that is the boring and familiar experience of depression. life just washes up against your windows, and you watch it happening. you see things that should be lovely and affecting, and it just whispers too-thin. i was desperately uncreative. uninterested in my hobbies. unimpressed by my writing. i told my therapist, often, i don't know how to find hope again.

almost sheepishly, something strange and lovely is burning in my chest. i keep not-looking at it, worried it will scamper back into the shadows again. it is skittish and wild, but it is so warm i want to sink my hands into its fur and feel it breathing. i love-hate it: if it's real, it can hurt me when it leaves again. but i am icarus-born, sun-lover and poet: i can't help myself. despite my best intentions, i am falling in love with life again.

i am planning to make cookies for my friends. alex and i are going to go christmas tree shopping. we picked out matching dish towels last night, and they have little mushrooms on them.

i love you. it does come back. yes, even after a long time. even for you. i promise. keep trying. you will wake up and it will be a day you can smile about.

write me when you get there. we will take the day off of work, and i will wash your hair, and we will both be laughing.

#spilled ink #writeblr #pos #recovery #my brain is like - don't trust it!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!!!!! we can't be wrong again!!!!!! #and im like. what if the sorrow is the thing that's wrong though. #what if this - this!!!!! - is the truth

[jwonsoon]

Enhypen's reactions to you being super talkative when they're tired ⋆.˚ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

☾ a/n: It has been a minute !!! Me and bff have been so so busy since it's our final semester of high school. But I am here to provide for my delusional folk <3 I honestly wrote this on a whim because I've been feeling extra insane lately with all the work I have to do so ignore any stupid mistakes I make in this. I want to post more on here for sure, senior year is coming to a close soon and me and bff are moving into a new university together so hopefully we'll have time for more posts. Okay enough yapping, go read! pairings: enhypen x g/n reader genre: fluff

cw: kissing (nothing crazy dw), ignore grammatical errors!

JUNGWON

He doesn’t care if his life is on the line, the last thing he’s going to do is make you feel rushed when you’re talking about something you’re genuinely interested in. 

He finds you SO cute when you’re mumbling about something that you enjoy !! He gazes at you with his boba eyes nodding along to everything you say 

“Oh my god sorry I’m talking so much” you say to him embarrassed at how comfortable you’ve gotten in his presence and how he’s probably so tired 

He’ll immediately shake his head no and tell you “keep talking i love listening to you” 

Because he’s tired he pulls you into a hug and plays with your hair while you talk. 

His sign that he’s tired is when he gets really touchy. Like he is all of a sudden kissing your forehead and playing with your cheeks which is usually a sign for you to call it a day… 

JAKE

We all know this guy cannot for the life of him control his sleepiness but he loves you so he makes his adjustments

Its a shame but this guy is NOT !!! LISTENING !!! 

He’s cuddling you and you’re yapping away he’s going to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck and just keep going “mhm, i see” 

You notice that he isn’t listening so you ask a question to throw him off and he responds with “yeah totally” making you chuckle. 

He looks up flustered realizing he just admitted to not paying attention to you. 

“Sorryyyyy!!!!” He pouts leaning to kiss you.

“Im listening I just need a minute” he spends that “minute” sleeping on your arm and then he sits up shaking his head like a puppy trying to wake himself up. 

Claps, sits up, “Okay! talk! I’m up.” 

HEESEUNG

He’s always up fighting his sleep to play video games anyway so he’s the most prepared in situations like these 

If he notices your in a particularly chatty mood and he’s sleepy, he will drag both of you out of bed and make sure you’re sitting up so that he isn’t prone to falling asleep on accident 

You’re talking and talking and he is giving the same exact energy back!! he will laugh and giggle at everything 

When he’s really getting tired he yawns out loud and goes “baby.. im a bit sleepy.. actually no no keep going, just come here” 

He’ll open his arms wide for you to lay on his chest while you talk 

You notice his eyes are closed so you stop and start getting up only for him to pull you back down and say “just stay here, i like listening to your pretty voice” 

SUNGHOON

He is so in love with you. it is PATHETIC! 

He is so sleepy too and looks insanely cuddly so whenever you are talkative you lay facing him and talk his ear off while hugging him 

He is way too in love to tell you that you need to please shut up because he is SO TIRED so instead he kisses you to ease his tiredness away 

“That girl” —kiss “is so” —kiss “annoying” —kiss 

“Hoon stopp” to which he kisses you again, mumbling against your lips “I’m listening baby” 

SUNOO

No matter how tired he is it fades away when hes with you 

You’re always spilling the latest gossip to Sunoo and he eats it up everytime. 

“She actually has something against me” you say to which Sunoo responds “how could anyone hate this cute face” pinching your cheeks 

You brush his hand away and jokingly roll your eyes and thats all it takes for his cuteness aggression to launch through the roof 

He is all of a sudden squeezing you tight going “Why are you so cute you’re just so cute you’re so cute” 

He is literally holding you shaking your shoulders while smiling so big going “No tell me!!! why are you so cute??” 

“Sunoo you’re scaring me” you say to which he responds “Good! I’m pissed off you’re perfect.” 

You guys will literally spend the whole night talking, Sunoo literally forgot that he was tired in your presence 

JAY

He is half asleep walking through the door 

But! that doesn’t stop him from at least pretending to listen to you 

As he’s putting his stuff down you are following him around talking about the ending of the show that you just watched 

Hes humming in response and smiling to himself 

He stops suddenly turns to face you pulling you in for a hug “Baby I’m so tired today i dont know why….” sighing into your arms 

He didn’t want to explicitly say to you please shut up but it was definitely a sign to you to take it down a notch 

He’d look down to kiss you on the lips and say “Let’s talk in bed hm?” 

When you guys are in bed he lets you lay on his chest and he says “Now tell me all about that show you were talking about” 

He will listen to you, or at least try to, but with his fingers playing with your hair you are slowly lulled to sleep.

He'll look at you, smile, kiss your forehead and you will wake up confused as to how he shut you up so quickly.

NI-KI

Riki is definitely a little more honest but thats what you love about him!

“I can see all your teeth babe, what’s got you cheesing?” he says to you as he sits down on the bed 

“I have so much to tell you!” you say to him patting the space beside you for him to come and lay in. 

“And I have so much sleep to catch up on!” He says mockingly as he lays down next to you. You pout to which he kisses you and says “Go on, talk my ear off” 

You start going off on a tangent and he is just looking at you with a boxy smile on his face and laughing at how your facial expressions are so dramatic in comparison to the light hearted story you’re telling 

He stares at you with glistening eyes after his 40th yawn in a row 

“You know you talk too much, right? It’s a good thing you’re cute” he would say pulling you into a hug 

“That’s rude! and I wasn’t don—” you are interrupted by a kiss on the lips 

“I promise to listen all day tomorrow, okay? Let’s sleep now?” He says rubbing circles on your back, with his eyes already closed.

#enhypen #kpop #jungwon #kpop icons #sunghoon #kpop layouts #heeseung #sunoo #enha #kpop edits #enha imagines #imagine #masterlist #fluff #drabble #blurb #headcanon #kpop fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #jake enhypen #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen fluff #kpop gg #kpop gifs #kpop moodboard #kpop bg #kpop edit

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#Tunes for the Muses (Music) #Quiet little ghost (Allister) #Right on Track (Ingo) #Man of Mystery (Rinku) #Pumpkin Year Round (Autumn) #Lonely and Quiet (Artemis) #Accident Prone (Lai) #Ex Champion (Ruby) #Psychics Abound (Tenshi) #I'm Still Kicking (Jamie) #Just tagging all my PokeMuses

[demonpiratehuntress]

The Straw Hats (+Ace) with you being injury prone

Featuring: Zoro x Reader, Luffy x Reader, Sanji x Reader, Usopp x Reader, Ace x Reader

Summary - you get hurt very easily. waking up with random bruises, tripping over your own feet, walking into walls, etc. and your boyfriend is extremely concerned.

Warnings - like one swear word

A/N: im super clumsy and VERY injury prone, so i thought this might be fun to write. writing this with ice on a bump on my head :))))

ZORO

Zoro tends to get murderous when he spots an injury or even the smallest cut on you. He is immediately ready to tear up whatever caused it, or slice the person responsible into ribbons. So you try to hide it as best you can, especially since you are especially clumsy and getting hurt is your biggest skill. Got a cut or bruise? You're wearing long pants and long-sleeved shirts. Bump on your head? Beanie or hat.

Sometimes, though, your body forgets you're trying to conceal your clumsiness and it will blatantly expose you, such as right now.

"OW! DAMN IT!"

You had been trying to sneak up on Zoro, who was laying out on deck - you guessed it - taking another nap. One of his eyes opened at the sudden cry, landing on your figure nearby. You were hopping around on one foot, clutching your knee with both hands, your expression pained. The swordsman sat up.

"How did you hurt your knee?"

Indeed, there was nothing around for you to hit your knee on - a precaution taken by Nami and Chopper, the only two who knew about your unfortunate tendency to get hurt.

"I...I kicked it."

"How did you-" Zoro was absolutely stunned. He was an idiot, but even he knew there's no way you could kick your own knee. It was physically impossible. He got up to come an inspect it.

"I'm fine!" You promised, setting your foot down - unfortunately for you, it twisted and took you down with it. "OW!"

Zoro's jaw dropped. It took a hot minute for him to react, too shocked to fully comprehend what had just happened. When he got over it he carefully lifted you up, taking you back to his hammock so he could take care of you. He had turned his back for a second before he heard a loud thud.

You groaned.

"HOW DID YOU FALL OFF THE HAMMOCK?!"

He was immediately rushing over to pick you up again, keeping you in his arms this time. He was so worried, the poor guy, eyes grazing over your body in concern. You didn't look physically hurt, but he could tell you were in pain. Mostly from the impacts of your falls. From then on, he's your personal bodyguard, having to physically move some things so you wouldn't knock against them, or move you so you wouldn't hit anything. As for the hammock...he always made sure to get on first so he could hold you and keep you from rolling off.

Good luck convincing him to ever let you walk anywhere - or do anything - alone again.

LUFFY

Luffy is a menace. Far from being concerned about you when you would trip or bump your head, this damn idiot has the nerve to burst into loud, uncontrollable laughter.

"You're funny, (Name)!"

And he doesn't mean to hurt or upset you, it's just the way he is. He's seen you on the battlefield, mercilessly crushing whoever got in your way, so he doesn't think much of these little accidents. He thinks you're not hurt, that you're completely fine and doing it on purpose to - yes this is his reason - entertain him. After all, why else would such a ruthless fighter just flop and fall around for no reason?

"Luffy, I don't think she did that on purpose..." Usopp tried to tell the captain, who was trying to convince you to fall again.

You frowned, trying your best to not get upset with your dumbass boyfriend, and before you could stop yourself, your body already obliged. You turned and walked right into the mast - face smashing against the hard wood. You groaned and stumbled back, your nose hurting and eyes glossing over. You fell onto your butt, earning another round of obnoxious laughter from Luffy.

"DON'T JUST SIT THERE AND LAUGH!" Sanji knocked Luffy so hard on his head that the captain fell to the floor, hitting the deck face-first. Then the cook came to help you up.

"Thanks," you mumbled, feeling so embarrassed.

It was then that Luffy noticed your tears, and he sprung to his feet - completely unaffected by Sanji's attack. He came up to you and grabbed your arms, making you look at him.

"(Name), what's wrong?"

"I'm fine," you smiled, shaking off his concern. You made to walk away, but you once again turned and slammed into the mast.

"CAN WE MOVE THIS DAMN THING?!"

"But that's...that's always been there?" Usopp said-asked meekly.

You shot him a glare so withering that he screamed and cowered behind Luffy, who just laughed and wrapped his arms around you, extending them until he had you completely encased in a cocoon made by his arms.

"There, now you can't get hurt!"

SANJI

Sanji, like Zoro, tends to overreact when you get hurt. And by overreact, I mean he dropkicks everyone and everything that dared to cause you harm. So you try to hide your injuries from your overly concerned boyfriend, opting to cover them with layers. Sanji found this a bit odd, but otherwise didn't press. But slowly he started to notice things he hadn't before.

"My love, watch that-"

You bumped into the wall, sending your book crashing onto your face.

"-wall."

He rushed over to check if you were okay, laughing a little when you pulled the book away from your face to smile at him sheepishly.

"I'm fine."

Seconds after you said that disaster struck again, with you tripping over your own feet - with absolutely nothing being in the way - and falling over. Sanji's eyes widened and he quickly helped you back up.

"You are very clumsy, (Name)," he chuckled, not knowing that was exactly it.

"I am," you agreed, hiding your embarrassed blush behind your book.

Before he could say anything else, you took off and tried to quickly walk away before he could notice the growing bruise on your knee. That failed, as you hadn't taken three steps before you crashed into one of your oncoming crewmates, and fell backwards.

"Mosshead! Why did you push (Name)!" Sanji yelled, coming over looking ready to throw hands.

"As if I would do that!" The swordsman snapped back.

"Well she's on the floor isn't she?!"

"She bumped into me!"

"How dare you blame (Name) you big oaf!"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

You quickly stood up and got in between them, averting the total destruction of the Going Merry.

"He's right, Sanji. I bumped into him. I told you I'm clumsy."

You didn't have to say more before you were suddenly scooped up into the cook's arms, hearts in his eyes with his next words.

"Well then I'll just carry you everywhere my love!"

USOPP

Generally speaking, Usopp is a lot more alert than most of the crew. So it's no surprise that he picked up on your clumsiness early on, but he didn't think it was anything to worry about since it was just small stuff. But the moment you walked in one day with a bag of ice on your head, unsuccessfully trying to conceal it under a hat, Usopp grew alarmed.

"(Name), is everything okay?" Your concerned boyfriend asked you, stopping you from lifting something up. "Your head-"

"Is fine," you finished with a smile, kissing his cheek. "But thanks babe."

You walked away before he could insist on you telling him what was going on. But unfortunately for you, your two left feet gave you away and you stumbled forward, dropping the box and then tumbling over it. Usopp cried out in alarm and ran to your side, helping you up.

"(Name)!" He fussed over you. "Okay that's it, what's going on?"

"Should have known I couldn't fool the brave Captain Usopp," you smiled, trying to divert his attention.

"Well, I-" He stopped laughing confidently when he realised what you were doing, "Hey! You can't do that! Tell me, I'm worried."

You sighed, "I'm just clumsy, that's all. And injury prone."

"That...explains a lot..."

You growled and smacked him, "Is that all you can say?!"

"S-sorry!" He apologised quickly, rubbing his head. He was about to take you to Chopper for nothing other than he was worried you were hurt internally, when you suddenly tripped and fell on top of him.

He groaned, "Clumsy is an understatement."

ACE

He notices right away. There was no way it was normal for someone to walk into a wall that they knew was there, or to trip on a flat surface, or bonk their head on a shelf that they knew was over their heads - multiple times. But somehow, you managed to do all of that and more, and poor Ace was sick with worry about your physical health.

"OW! FUCK!"

Ace's head shot up from the bed, "What happened?!"

"I hit my head again..."

"Same shelf?"

"...Same shelf."

He chuckled before getting up and going over to you, bringing you into his strong arms. He placed a kiss on your head, replacing your hand rubbing your sore spot with his hand.

Later on, you were trying to bring him something, when you stubbed your toe on the bedframe and tumbled onto the bed, startling the poor man out of his nap.

"(Name)!" He figured you must have tripped, but he was not prepared for your tears. "Where does it hurt?"

"My toe..." You pouted. "I hit my food on the bed."

He face-palmed. It takes a lot for Ace of all people to face-palm, so embarrassment creeped up on you. Before you could protest, he pulled you on top of him and made you lay on his chest.

"I swear, you're a walking safety hazard," he teased. "Looks like I can't let you leave the room now."

He meant it. And if you did leave, it was with him. He was just too worried about not being around when you hurt yourself, which was valid because he was always your source of comfort.

Later...

"What happened to your eye?"

"I...fell...out of the bed..."

"...."

You are on the verge of making Ace cry.

#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro x you #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x you #sanji x reader #monkey d luffy #luffy x you #luffy x reader #usopp #usopp x reader #usopp x you #portgas d ace #ace x you #ace x reader #one piece #op #op x reader #op x you

[privitivium]

masochist!sensitive!himbo, mean!male!reader - lovely thoughts! bad dom reader,,,,

ur huge best bro, who's very much prone to sobbing in the crook of your neck when you're "making love" to him in his bed,,,, he's too touchy... way too touchy. often - wanting to fucking hold hands and seing them back n forth like ur some kinda fucking couple??? sick.

hmm... he's your best friend! much bigger than you... a gentle giant... kindhearted - pure of heart. fucking not - good lord. there was nothing pure about him. hand dipping in-between your legs, sitting behind you. playing with your cock... before he was kneeling in-between ur thighs, mouth finding the tip of your dick and his tongue circling your leaky bulbous cockhead while you're on the game; distracted by both winning and getting head by your silly companion who often liked to give you such attention!!! is he doing good?

he must be - if you, who generally hates touching him affectionately, are shoving ur fingers in his mouth!!! pumping lewdly into his lips as though you rre fingering his ass,,, makin him taste ur remnants of cum. fingers rubbing on the flat of his tongue, making him gag and its so very obvious that you enjoy the sight with how you surge your hips deeper - is he being whorish enough for you? mmh he can - he can be even more of a whore, he promises!! constricting around ur cock, slobbering and tonguing - sucking on your digits and moaning so pitifully,,, you must like it since you havent pulled away just yet!!!

his huge hands gripping your waist, tugging you deeper into him - feeling the mess of saliva, tears, and snot on your neck. clenching your jaw as you nearly feel overstimulated at the sense - causing you to get aggressive,,,,, he always causes you to grimace in disgust in one way or another. always causing you to you push away from him, physically and emotionally; hands finding and gripping his defined shoulders, forcing him downward to lay against the bed instead of nuzzling into your neck. not wanting to make him cry harder with the command of "don't fucking touch me" - you settle for gentle teasing.

jeez, does it feel that good? you really are sensitive. grumpily enunciating as he mewls for affection, it's kinda annoying. ㅡ is it? m' m- sorryy!!! and sobbing harder while constricting around your cock and milking load after load because he just feels that good... your best bro! feels so good!!!!

you're,,,,, best friends with benefits,,,, but he calls you his boyfriend when introducing you to his gymbros when you aren't there to correct him. moron getting all fluttery and trembling with excitement as you hangout with him... calling him your best fucking bro with a tight hole you can fuck into happily. freeuse, even? like - what? you got an erection out in public and ur embarrassed? hey, it's okay, i can help make it go away lol. please? please? please? let me help, lol. please?

idiot getting hard, trained, when you call him a stupid fucking idiot in public after he drops something on accident. something you do out of affection - insults not matching your loving touches and soothing caresses. see? you can still be loving... no need to be so sensitive, man. don't fucking cry, we're in public. all because you were showing him love - true love by touching him... you didnt like to do that... you were totally coming out of ur shell!!!

#x male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #dom male reader #x dom male reader #yandere himbo maybe #posting / finishing my original drafts lolllll!!!!!!

[bruisedboys]

also also!!!!!! peter x clumsy!reader might be the best pairing. because his spidey senses ugh he’s always catching you before you trip. like an arm around your back and then he dips you down to be dramatic and you get all flustered. and!!! if you’re not in arms reach he definitely shoots a web at you to pull you into his chest before you can do any damage. you both have several heart attacks a day because you’re such a klutz.

I am always on the peter x clumsy reader agenda!! they are so special to me!!! also the thing you said about him catching you and dipping you down omg I could die.

fem!reader 0.7k words

You’re still in the process of patching yourself up when Peter gets home, your knees scraped and a box of big Band-Aids waiting for you on the coffee table. You were hoping to be done by the time he got home, to save him the worry. No such luck. You hear the front door open and you don’t have time to hide your fresh wounds, your evidence of yet another accident.

You’re sure you look quite pathetic when Peter emerges in the doorway.

“Hi, dove! I missed— are you bleeding?” His smile drops and so does his bag. He doesn’t bother taking his jacket off. He strides across the room and gets to his knees in front of you. His hands find your thighs, thumbs just shy of your fresh scrapes.

“Oh, honey,” he coos. He’s not shocked, at least. You think maybe it’s happened so many times it doesn’t phase him anyway more.

His eyebrows pinch together as he scowls at your poor knees, his hands squeezing your thighs. He gives your injuries a once over before lifting his head to look at you sadly. “What happened?”

You frown. “Tripped in the driveway,” you admit moodily. “I’m fine, really. Looks worse than it feels.”

Peter huffs morosely, “I wish I was there when it happened. Could’ve caught you, baby.”

You melt. You’re endeared by his care for you. You smile at him and reach out to push his hair from his forehead, his curls soft under your fingers. You drag your hand down the side of his head, fingers heavy, and let your palm rest over his cheek. Peter’s eyelids flutter under your touch.

“It’s okay, Pete,” you tell him brightly. “You can’t win ‘em all.”

Peter laughs, his smile blinding. “Thanks, babe.” He twists his head so he can kiss your palm, a warm press of his soft, wind-bitten lips. “Let’s get you patched up now, hm?”

Peter patches up your knees, hands gentle as he cleans your wounds and presses Band-Aids over them. He’s a practiced hand, having done this plenty of times, on your legs, elbows, fingers, you name it. Though you must admit, you’re far less prone to accidents with Peter around. He catches you more times than he doesn’t. Today was just bad timing.

When Peter’s done fixing you up he lays a kiss on each of your knees, over your fresh white Band-Aids.

“All fixed,” he says happily, sliding his hand up your thigh to give your hip a squeeze.

You beam and cover his hands with yours. “Thanks, Peter.”

Peter stands and pulls you up with him. Your knees sting, but only a little, and it’s nothing you’re not used to.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, head ducked so he can meet your eyes, his hair tumbling into the space between your heads. “I can get you some ice, if you like?”

You shake your head. You’d much rather have him stay this close forever. “I’m okay, Pete.”

Peter still looks unconvinced, a frown tugging at his lips. He thinks for a second, then, “Do you want a hug? ‘Cos I know I do.”

You giggle. You’d kill for a hug right now. “Sure.”

You push your arms under his and he circles you in his strong hold, pulling you as close as he can to his chest. He’s careful to avoid your knees bumping his, legs moving so yours are between his. You push your face into his firm chest and breathe him in, his smells, his cologne and the wind on his clothes and that lovely scent he carries around with him everywhere, like old books and coffee shops.

Peter’s face falls into your neck and he sighs, practically melting into you, latching onto you like glue. He’s warm and he’s soft and he’s Peter. The pain in your knees is completely unnoticeable when he’s holding you like this.

“My poor, clumsy girl,” he says eventually, mostly fond, but there’s a whisper of cheek that you don’t miss.

You scowl into his chest. “M’not clumsy,” you whine, though you definitely are and you both know it. “The pavement is uneven.”

Peter pulls back, his big hands on your upper arms. He’s smiling like an idiot. “It is?”

You nod fervently. “Yeah. S’why I tripped.”

Peter nods slowly like you’re telling the truth, like the pavement in the driveway isn’t perfectly even.

“Stupid pavement,” he says.

You giggle and hide your face in his chest again.

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[thexianzhoujade]

「 scary dog privileges | kiss (don't tell!) event 」 blade & cyno x gn!reader | fluff, established relationships | event entry. ↳ ohhh zenith~ (@lovingluxury), i'm your secret admirer for this year's kiss (don't tell!) event !! you get my very first attempt at blade, i'm so sorry but i'm so glad i got to practise him !! happy valentines my lovely, i hope this year treats you how you deserve it !! ↳ shoutout to my oc chrysalis for being on my mind for the entirety of blade’s part

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BLADE calls falling for you "a mistake," one that he made quite boldly. nonetheless, he only ever grumbles this under his breath and never actually aloud - he can't bear to see that faint grimace of hurt on your face. no matter how many times he says he doesn't care, he quite clearly does.

it's a well known fact that's not into all of the lovey dovey romance stuff you rope him into with a wide smile on your face, tugging his calloused hands in the direction of another pretty scenic backdrop for a couple selfie or when you place matching items into his rough palms. behind closed doors, he finds the pads of his fingertips tracing over the photo or item with some 'annoying' sense of longing.

blade is scary to a lot of people. he knows he is, it's unmistakeable when people cower at the sight of him. their eyes shrink in fear, lips trembling when they can barely stutter out words in his presence. this is precisely why he loves to loom behind you, even when you're unaware of him being there - in his defence, he's quite quiet when he tries - because the mere sight of him scares people off. you want to scold him but you're thankful for this newfound privilege when you're stuck in uncomfortable situations, regardless you know that blade wouldn't bat an eyelid and would simply ignore you.

he undeniably has a soft spot for you - this "mistake" of his. the other stellaron hunters pick up on it fairly quick, smug looks on their faces as they share glances every time the two of you are together around them. blade wasn't sure you'd get along with the stellaron hunters at all, can you blame him? they're an organisation that isn't exactly in anyone's good books. yet you seem to bond well with kafka and silver wolf... what a shame for him. unfortunately, this means he's prone to hearing silver wolf and kafka taunt him about this little soft spot of his; "what's wrong bladie? you're going soft," kafka chides with a sly grin, only to hear a disapproving grunt from the tall man.

in private, blade's personality doesn't change all that much. he's still grumbly, his scary demeanour hanging over his head like a guillotine thanks to his mara but there's a slight shift in his behaviour. he likes to lay with you, not that he'd ever admit that (aeons forbid if he did, he'd never hear the end of it.) in fact, it's his favourite thing to do, especially after a stressful mission.

when things get tough and the mara hurts just a tad too much, blade will always find a comfort in laying his head gently on your chest or your lap, regardless of what you're doing just so that you run your hands through his dark hair. just so he can feel the tips of your fingers rub against his scalp, feel the way you braid little - or big - braids into his long hair. he stays silent as you comb through his black locks, brushing out every tangle so gently he barely feels it.

he may claim that getting too close to you was "a mistake" but by the aeons, he knows damn well that he's lying to himself.

CYNO didn't intend to fall for you. it had been a mere accident but he'd never let the words 'mistake' fall from his lips, celestia forbid he even uttered 'accident' either. tighnari unfortunately had heard him say 'blessing' a tad too many times, however.

the general mahamatra... plenty of people in sumeru are relatively scared of him. why wouldn't they be? he's obsessed with his work, heavily devoted to his job of chasing down criminals and enforcing justice. even if they don't fear him, people most certainly know cyno - whether it be his name, his looks, his accomplishments or merely his rank title. despite this scary demeanour everyone sees when he's working, cyno really isn't as scary as people make out him to be.

cyno is incredibly self aware of people's thoughts and words about him. he knows damn well that people find him scary - that's the whole point of his comedy act and awful jokes he throws out without a second thought, his facial expression still as stern as ever as if he doesn't even find his own jokes funny. he tries not to let it affect him, in fact he's adapted; he'll use it to protect you.

don't get him wrong, he's perfectly capable at protecting you without instilling fear into the people bothering you but combat is tedious and you've scolded him many times for attempting to use hermanubis on some poor soul who rubbed him the wrong way. what's more better than looming like a threat, red eyes piercing into their very soul until they take the hint? sometimes he doesn't even need to go that far - the sight of him sends people running, they're not particularly looking for trouble with the general mahamatra after all.

despite trying to figure out how people work so he can soften the aura around him when people get too tense in his presence, cyno doesn't completely understand the lovey dovey things you rope him into. he understands to an extent, picking up the things you love the most so that he can do when you least expect it; he understands that it means a lot to you and that's all he cares about. you.

and undeniably so, he's ten times less 'scary' in private. kaveh and tighnari can't help but taunt him when he's brushing his tanned thumb over your knuckles, pressing slightly chapped lips to your skin in delicate kisses - what do you mean that's the general mahamatra? they'll grin but secretly, they're happy that cyno has someone that brings this side of him out.

one of cyno's favourite things to do outside of catching criminals so that they may face their judgement for their crimes (other than tcg...) is cook for you. when i say cook, i mean actual meals and not the rations he eats while he's out in the scorching desert or deep in the apam woods on dirt paths that have been worn into the grass from centuries of people walking through. he loves it, the idea of being able to provide something to you that he knows you enjoy and honestly, he's not a bad cook. however, you regret introducing him to non-native sumeru recipes when he mutters "wanna hear a joke about pizza?" oh no. even if you say no, he'll be quick to add "nevermind, it's too cheesy."

you're quite literally the most important thing to him other than work and if he has to use means he's not fond of just to protect that loving comfort you shelter his cracked heart with, then so be it.

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[yurinaa-world]

hello, can I request Jing Yuan, Caelus and Welt with an injury prone reader who constantly hides and dismisses their injuries? (Getting hit by falling objects, being the unfortunate victim of harsh attacks, Getting shoved down a flight of stairs by accident or tripping over objects)

Despite the fast reflexes developed to avoid a good chunk of injuries, they still get hurt to the point of needing medical aid (bloody head, heavy bleeding ext.) and are unable to tell immediately due to their high pain tolerance. Even then, reader avoid being healed like the the plague and running off to tend to their injuries on their own. If they wake up in a hospital, they will sneak out of said hospital and dismiss concerns of their Injuries when found.

Reader will say "oh its just a scratch" as if their arm hadn't been nearly mauled by a bear.

Thanks,

Characters: Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, and Welt yang x Gender-neutral Reader

Synopsis: reader who get injured easily, but dismisses it

Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes, mentions of blood, stitches, wounds/injuries

Notes: sorry I don't write for Cealus so I replaced him with Dan Heng if you don't mind

𝒥𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒴𝓊𝒶𝓃

You’ve been avoiding him for a while; anytime you see him around the corner, you run the opposite way. You were injured from a pretty nasty fight with monsters, but knowing Jing Yuan, you would have to wait a good 5 hours to heal up properly so he wouldn’t notice the injury and force you into the hospital, and you would rather deal with it yourself. One thing is that he doesn’t take your word on you dismissing your injuries. Don’t believe he doesn’t notice since you always do the same thing when this happens.

You also go to the guest bathroom to stitch and clean yourself up properly, especially making sure that the servants won’t tell Jing Yuan, yet some little stitching does. You might as well go through the guest window instead of the door (which you did go through a handful of times).

You have to clean the evidence, like scrubbing down everything to make sure not even a drop of blood is left behind, and burn the cloth that had all your blood on it along with stings and needles used for your stitches (anything you used to clean your wounds).

All that’s left is to face him, which is another annoying problem.

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+(Bonus blurb)

You lay back against the headboard of your shared bed. stretching your shoulder and sighing, feeling the little sting from the stitches that you did yourself for a couple of hours. “Is something wrong with your shoulder?” Jing Yuan asks while reading his book.

He didn’t even glance up from the text in front of him. You looked down at your shoulder, the very tint of where the stitches are. “Oh no, I’m fine, just stiff is all." “Are you sure?" "yeah,” you nodded, sweating a little.

"I didn’t see you today,” he commented, saying it in an unusual tone that made you look over at him. It was an expression you never thought he would wear—blank, almost mad, or not wanting to say anything.

“Ah, I stayed home,” you replied, looking away. “The servants informed me that you went out and then came back home bloody.” Oh, you gotta be kidding about those damn snitches!

you thought, but instead just smiled nervously at Jing Yuan. He finally closed his book and looked up at you, his gold eyes freaking at you.

“well?”

"I tripped!"

“You can’t fool me," he stated flatly, crossing his arms around his chest and face and switching to his smirk, making a whole change in the atmosphere, and you couldn’t help but shiver.

"Fine," you huffed, rolling your eyes. "I got a little hurt and fixed myself with stitches. “I’m perfectly fine, though!" You added trying to play off your injury.

“What shall I do with you? Maybe tie you up?”

“Tie me up?! Over this!”

“Sounds fitting for you.”

𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔

You avoid everyone like plague and stay in your room, locking your door and not letting anyone in. It takes you such a long time to stitch up and clean up your wounds. If March knows, and even if you asked her to keep it away from Dan Heng,  she just can’t keep her mouth shut.

Whenever you do get hurt in front of him, you immediately tell him you're fine and avoid any help from him, even if you look like you got jumped by 15 different people.

There have been times you forgot to lock your door, which happens when you run into your room cleaning up your very messed-up wounds without more of your blood ruining your floor.

But also the part about having a big mouth and your door being unlocked—yeah,  him seeing your trashy, shaky hand trying to stitch yourself up freaks him out that he has to help you.

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+(Bonus blurb)

You groan in annoyance, sitting at your little two-seat table, medkit on your table, trying your best to pull string in the skin of your arm without causing more damage than necessary. needle going through your skin with the rest of the string in your mouth. Your lips tug on the thread, and you feel the tug in your teeth.

“What are you doing?” You hear Dan Heng say something, making you stop in your tracks as you attempt to pull the string out of your mouth. You sigh, turning around to face Dan Heng. "Uh, Dan Heng, what are you doing here?" you sweat. “March said you weren’t feeling well and I should check on you; it looks like she’s right." stupid march! “You don’t need to bother,” yet he doesn’t listen to you.

He goes over to your chair beside the one you were in, pulling it up so that he is sitting next to you, taking your arm with trashy stitches on it, removing it, and cutting it off for a fresh new start.

"You shouldn’t have the string in your mouth; germs could transfer to the wound and give you an infection.”

He scolded gently, cleaning up the wound, taking the string, and gently taking your arm, slowly taking the needle and gently pulling it through your skin, being careful not to tear the flesh.

“Dr. Dan Heng, you really do know everything." You laugh slightly while watching him work his magic on your arm.

“Dr. Dan Heng? It’s good to know about this stuff when it comes to you,” he shrugs nonchalantly. He completely fixes your arm, and you look at your cleaned arm with an impressed look.

“Thank you, Dan Heng.”

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓎𝒶𝓃𝑔

You worry a lot about him; you can’t even hide it or play it off with him; he can just see the slight change in your body, your stunning white walking, or how you clutch at your shoulder and go to change bandages, and even more blood starts to soak out.

While you are sleeping together, he wakes up to a weird feeling, turning the lamp to see a little pool of blood by the shoulder and the shoulder of your clothes, also stained in crimson red, while you look so uncomfortable by the wet feeling.

He wakes you up, and you fix up while you're still half asleep, not knowing what’s even happening as he cleans the sheets, wounds, and clothes to make sure your blood doesn’t leak out again.

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[t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d]

You’ve showed in a few of your drabbles and fics the boys’ more instinctive behaviors when it comes to the people they like (like Leo with his tapping/claw fluttering). Do you think you could tell us a bit more about how you think each of the boys act differently around the person they like due to their instincts and more “turtle-like” behavior? I think it’s super cute and cool that you try to incorporate those traits into your fics! I’d love to see more of it 💞💞💞

Instinct

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ ;; small habits that you've picked up from the turtles

taglist ;; @apostlephobe

req ;; yes/no

gn reader—they/them prns

warnings ;; swearing

raph ;;

— not just because he's an alligator snapping turtle, but i think he would display a lot of cuteness/affectionate aggression!!

— i.e. playful bites, playfighting (very, VERY careful playfighting. he is a big boy and can crush you easily.)

— he deffo chirps and churrs, but it's absolutely the deepest out of the brothers. like it's SCARY how deep his churrs can get.

— on the topic of sounds, he deffo makes like dog-whining sounds when he's upset :( like the high-pitched ones (he makes them whenever he's really REALLY worried or just upset)

— big tail go whoosh. mostly sways when he's nervous/happy!!!! he loves u but stay back when he's REALLY happy mans can knock you into your feet by accident :(

— do not the tail unless u tell him first + get permission. easy way to death is to touch his tail without asking bc his first reaction will be to swing it HARD (not intentionally) and it WILL give you a concussion.

leo ;;

— prone to chirping. that's it. loves to chatter and prattle on, especially about how much he loves you, and will only ever stop if you give him kisses + affection, and will do so with soft chirps <3

— ALSO CHURRS!! but gets embarrassed about it and tries to do it in private/ when only you are around (p.s. he churrs almost all the time when y'all r alone)

— like mentioned in the post, he flutters and taps his claws!! this one is more instinctive so he gets HELLA embarrassed when y'all r doing whatever and his hands go to your face and gently tap or wiggle against your cheeks

— (melts if you do it back to him)

— y'all seen those photos of red-eared sliders riding on top of softshells?? yeah that but you. he will LAY ON YOU any chance he gets homeboy loves to cuddle

— his tail isn't as big as raph's, but deffo is as expressive, it wags alot, mostly when he's happy,, but like his churrs, he normally tries to control himself and his reactions so around others, his tail will twitch a little around you, but it's full-on wagging when ur alone :]]

donnie ;;

- homeboy growls more often than actual churrs, but u can BET UR ASS that as soon as u say sumn as little as 'wow, that's so cool!' or 'ooh, ur so smart!' to him HE LOSES IT homeboy becomes a chirruped, churring mess

- obv he's preferential w physical touch, but is in heaven when u massage his shoulders after a long day of missions/work (shrimp posture) and he subconsciously churrs (despite him denying it)

- when feeling needy/ in a lovey-dovey mood, he tends to nudge ur head w his, veryvery gently

- so much so that it can be a silent way (cough cough bad boy image) of him asking for affection/ attention from u w/o having to actually ask

- unlike raph and leo. does not. NOT like having his tail touched he will bite and snap at u outta pure instinct.

- SPEAKING OF WHICH gentle bites and deffo some playfighting bc softshells r aggressive but he loves u a lot :]] also when annoyed/agitated/threatened. neck. he turns around/ stretches his neck (not much) to look bigger + more intimidating (it just looks silly)

mikey ;;

- straight out the gate we all know he's affectionate and touchy asf. i know i said it for all of them but.

- PLAYFIGHTING!!!!!;;;;!!!!:!!!:: but he don't hold back. he is BITING he is SCRATCHING he is PLAYING DIRTY!!!!!!!!!!!! (he learned it from leo)

- tends to just. bumpbump nudgenudge u when he wants affection (or whines for it bc #youngest-child-syndrome)

- considering how talkative and very open-w-his-feelings he is, he's probbles the most comfortable openly chirping and churring around you, he does not care bc he wants u to know u make him happy/comfy enough to be able to do those sounds :))

- the tail!! wags like CONSTANTLY but similar to raph's, don't touch unless given permission (he bites)

LUV FROM ;; CUPEZ

A/N ;; HIIII hi guys :) lol sorry for going missing. i have no excuse. ANYWAYYYYY sorry for such a lil upload and IM SO SORRY FOR GETTING THIS REQ DONE SO LATE :(((((( anyhow, i HOPE (not promising) that i can start writing more and more soon!! busy w school but y'all know how it is!!!!

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[that-basic-simp]

The Ronin and The Bride

Mizu x Fem!Reader CW: N/A WC: 2.6k+ Uses mostly he/him pronouns for Mizu until towards the end.

"You're a lot younger than I expected you to be," I said as I was standing in front of my soon to be husband.

"I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or not."

"Take it as you will," I said, turning away from him.

My mother arranged this marriage as she was starting to get older and prone to more accidents if she wasn't taken care of. I think it was an excuse to get some money after my father passed away. And I couldn't really bring in money no matter how many jobs I took on. And my mother was always selling her body to any man she would to get money. It was never enough and so deciding to marry me off to someone was the best option.

"Let's get this over with," I sighed.

Once everything was said and done, my mother was milling about the small house my husband owns. It wasn't the best for us, but it held the three of us and that was all that mattered. There was a small little farm in the back where we could grow our own vegetables. There were even some cattle in the back as well. So there really wasn't much for us to worry about when it came to food, as there was plenty already harvested and ready to be prepared.

"What's your name?" I turned to the man.

"Mizu," he said, removing his Kasa from his head. "Yours?"

"Y/N," I said.

"Nice to meet you."

"What did you do before getting married?"

"I killed people," was all he said and bluntly.

"Like a samurai? A lord's swordsman?"

"No. I don't really know what to call it."

"A ronin, maybe?"

"That might work."

"Are you still killing people?"

"I," Mizu let out a sigh. "I tried to. But it seems people find me and want to kill me for what I've done."

"And what have you done?"

"Kill people."

"Right," I said. "They want to get revenge on the person who killed someone they knew."

"I was out for revenge," Mizu said.

"You were?" I asked.

"Yes."

"What for?"

Mizu stood up and opened the door, walking out. I let out a sigh as my mother shook her head at me. I stood up and went after Mizu, but he was nowhere to be found. Not even where the tools were to shear the sheep and tend to the livestock. I turned and headed back inside, preparing dinner for us.

When the sun was slowly falling down into the horizon, the door opened up and Mizu walked in. Sweat was running down his forehead and there was something odd about him. He wasn't very masculine for a man. He looked kind of slender, but not very muscular at all. Well, I shouldn't say muscular. I should say, he's not very broad. And there isn't really any facial hair on him. I shouldn't judge. My father had a clean face and whenever his mustache or beard grew in, he'd shave it almost immediately. He didn't care for that kind of look.

I guess I shouldn't really say that Mizu isn't like other men. Maybe that's a good thing. He let out a sigh as he sat down, finding that there were bowls of noddles prepared for him. It wasn't much, but it was what I could do with what he had already here.

Dinner was silent. My mother tried to make conversation with Mizu, but he gave off the impression that he didn't want to talk. Always looking away from her, pretending like he didn't hear, or shrugged his shoulders. There was also another odd thing about him. His glasses. He always wore them, yet again, I've only seen him a couple of times throughout the day. What were they hiding if he was in fact hiding something?

After dinner was finished and cleaned up, my mother went into a different room while Mizu and I were in the same room. He was washing up while I had just finished. It was odd, laying on a mat that wasn't my own. Or I should say, it wasn't in my own house. I didn't feel like I belonged here and that this marriage was going to go anywhere. It felt like Mizu already had a life planned out for himself and now that he has to take care of not only a wife, but his wife's mother, it felt like we were impeding on his life.

Once the door slid open, I looked up and found Mizu's hair to be long and down, past his shoulders. Strange. I know some men have long hair, but I wasn't expecting it to be that long. And silky too, with how the light of the candle reflected off of it. It reminded me of water, like his name. How reflective and wavy it was. And his skin looked soft and gentle, not hard and rough. There was something Mizu wasn't telling me.

"Mizu?" I asked.

"Oh shit," he gasped, jumping slightly.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"I thought you were asleep."

"I can't."

"It'll take some time to get used to."

"How come you don't really talk to us? To me?"

"I wouldn't blame anything on yourself," Mizu said, getting ready for bed. "I am not really the best person to converse with. I was alone for the majority of my life aside from my adoptive father."

"Who was he?"

"Master Eiji. A sword maker near Kohama village. I grew up there."

"I see."

"Where did you grow up?"

"Kyoto."

"How was it there?"

"It was crowded. Dirty, too."

He snickered, "I thought the same thing."

"When did you go to Kyoto?"

"I had to find the Shindo-dojo and speak to the master there."

"I do remember hearing something of a samurai coming into the dojo and making quite the spectacle."

"That was me. Even though I am not a samurai. I never was."

"Why do you say that?"

"Samurai fight with honor. I had no honor back then. I still don't."

"All the more on why you fit with the ronin," I smiled softly at him.

He nodded before laying down on the mat and blowing out the candle. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but the curiosity behind Mizu's past kept me up.

The weeks went on and they soon turned into months, and Mizu still didn't really open up to me. He asked me a lot of questions, but whenever I would ask him anything of his past, he'd either leave or evade the question. It infuriated me, but one question bothered me.

"Mizu?" I asked as I was helping him with the harvest for this month.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Why did you allow me to marry you?"

He turned his head, finding my curious gaze at him.

"If I am going to be honest, it was the money."

"The money?"

"Yes. Call it selfish, but--"

I cut him off, slapping him in the face. He stumbled backwards slightly, holding his cheek as it was burning red.

"It is selfish!" I sneered at him. "You live out here by yourself, unbothered by people, and yet you buy me like I am being sold to one of those flesh traders. Or even into prostitution."

He was silent now, looking away from me.

"Do you even know how it feels? To be bought and sold just like that? For money being the only driving force to marry someone? You wouldn't know because you're a man! You don't have to worry about those things at all!"

There was something that changed behind those eyes. They always seemed cold and dull, but as soon as I said that, something snapped within Mizu. His eyes widened slightly, before narrowing as he slowly turned his head to face me. There was a raging storm within those eyes and even though I couldn't see his true eye color, I knew they were burning within. He stood up, straightening himself, even though he was a few inches taller than me.

"What do you know about me?" he asked through clenched teeth.

"Nothing! I know nothing about you!"

"Exactly. And we're going to keep it that way."

"I don't even know why I accepted to marry you."

"I accepted. That was all that mattered."

"I should have talked my mother out of it."

"Did your mother have any other people in mind?"

"A few. They would pay more than what we offered you."

"And why did you choose me?"

"I guess it was because you lived out here and not in a city or someplace large like Edo."

"So you came out here for solace?"

"More so for my mother."

"You could have had anything you wanted, but settled to eat trash," Mizu said.

"It wasn't my fault that my mother insisted on me marrying you! Of all people, you! I could be in Edo right now," I said.

"And what? Married to the shogun's son? Basically being a baby factory for them?"

"It'll be better than living out here with nothing around other than a small village nearby to trade things for."

Mizu glared at me, "You chose this life. Not me."

He stalked off, heading inside the house. The door slammed and I winced slightly, letting out a sigh as I knew I had to face my mother once I entered the house. And face my mother I did. She went on to berate me, saying that is not how a wife should talk to her husband. She went into her room and I was left alone. I let out a sigh before getting dinner ready. Once it was, Mizu did not arrive to eat.

"Go find him," my mother said.

"Fine," I said and stood up, heading into our room.

Sliding the door open, Mizu was sitting in the corner.

"Dinner's ready if you want any," I said.

"Y/N, wait."

I stopped, not turning to face him.

"What?"

"Can you look at me?"

I turned and found his glasses were taken off. Slowly lifting his head, he opened them. My eyes widened slightly, finding the most beautiful shade of blue staring back at me.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"I accept your apology. But why now? Why show me your eye color?"

"It's one way I know I can trust you. How you react is everything to me."

"Why?"

"I was ridiculed, bullied, and looked down upon for my eye color."

"What's so bad about having blue eyes?"

"First off, I have blue eyes in Japan. It's not normal."

"So your father was one of those white men?"

"Yes. How do you know about that?"

"My father was killed by one of those white men. He heard word that a white man was going to be heading to Edo to kill the shogun. He went to warn the shogun and he died there. He was face to face with that white man and he shot him down like he was nothing. That white man fought with no honor. But with pure intent of wanting all the power in the world."

"I-I was there."

"You were?"

"Yes," Mizu said. "I was there in Edo when that white man killed the shogun."

"Did you kill him?"

"N-No," Mizu turned away. "I-I went to London to find the other two. Once we got there, he ran. I knew nothing on London and decided to return back to Japan."

"So you were on a quest for revenge."

"I was. I never got to complete it."

"Do you want to?"

"Yes."

I nodded my head, "I see. And your eyes, they're very beautiful."

A small smile crawled on his face. That was the only time I have ever seen him smile since I was here.

"And I wouldn't be insecure about your eyes."

"What about your mother?"

"Around her, hide them. But around me, there is no need for you to hide who you are," I said, about to step out of the room. "I'll be beside you no matter what."

Within a few weeks, Mizu was starting to open up more. He was letting me help more around the small farm we had. Such as shearing the sheep, feeding the livestock, and he even took me into the woods to where this peach tree was. They were low enough to where Mizu could reach up with ease and grab one for me. We would spend hours there, just talking more and more about anything and everything. It made me smile to know that Mizu was warming up to the idea of married life.

"Y/N, we need to talk," Mizu said one night.

I was slicing carrots when he said that, almost making me cut my finger off. I had nicked the skin and Mizu rushed over, grabbing some bandages he kept nearby in case this happened.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah. I am. W-What did you want to talk about? I-Is it something that I did?"

"No, no, no," he shook his head, wrapping my finger up. "I-I've just been hiding something from you."

"It's only been half a year since we've been married. And now you're telling me this?"

"Yes. Because you deserve to know the truth."

"Truth? About what?"

"Your mother is not here, is she?"

"No. She went to the village to see if she can get anything for dinner tonight."

"Ok."

"Why?"

"I-It's better that I show you."

He reached up and removed his ponytail, letting his long hair fall down to around chest level. After that, he grabbed his haori and pulled it back, revealing a binding around his chest.

"I'm not a man."

"A woman," I said.

Mizu nodded, "Yes."

"And this changes how?"

She blinked a few times, "Y-You're taking this surprisingly well."

"I told you before, Mizu. There is no need for you to hide who you are around me."

Some tears formed in her eyes as she reached over, pulling me into a tight hug. Pushing her away, she looked confused at me.

"I-I am just shocked you hugged me."

"I-Is that ok? T-To hug you?"

I smiled, "Of course. Just warn me next time."

She chuckled, pulling me into a hug. I hugged her tightly, finally knowing the true Mizu.

"Thank you, Mizu."

"I didn't do anything."

"For showing me who you are."

She smiled, nuzzling the side of her face against mine.

"You're welcome."

My heart beat fast and hard against my chest. I wasn't liking the whole marrying someone I never met before idea, but with Mizu, I am glad my mother picked her from the other men.

"Oh shit!" I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away.

"What? What's wrong?"

"My mother cannot know about this," I said.

"Shit! Right. W-What would she do?"

"For starters, probably have you killed. Either by her hands or by someone else's. But I think by now that you'd kill them before they even drew your blood."

"That's true."

"Or worse," I let out a heavy breath. "She'd make me leave you for another man."

"You say that like a bad thing."

"And you say that like you want it to happen," I said, a little offended.

"I-I didn't mean it like that, Y/N. I-It would be a bad thing for you. But also for me."

"W-What are you saying?"

"I-I've come to enjoy your company. Mostly yours since I have not acquainted well with your mother, but you," she found my eyes, a look of awe in them. "You're someone I want to have in my life. Someone I should have had in my life."

"Why someone like me?"

"You accepted me no matter what. You didn't judge about my eyes and you didn't judge about me revealing the truth. If I would have been found out anywhere else and with anyone else, I'd be rejected. You welcomed me even though we started off rough. Y-You've shown me what unconditional love is. And I couldn't be more grateful for that," she smiled softly at me.

I reached over and grabbed her hand, "Man or woman, Mizu, it doesn't bother me. I will still love you for who you are."

"L-Love me?" some blush crawled onto her cheeks.

My eyes widened, recognizing what I just said. Some blush came onto my cheeks as well.

"S-Shit," I whispered.

She chuckled, her smile growing wider, "So is that a confident response?"

I let out a sigh and placed my hands on her cheeks, pulling her towards me. My lips met hers lightly and her arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into her. She pulled back after a few seconds, taking in a deep breath.

"I'll take that as a yes?" Mizu asked.

"Yes, Mizu. I love you."

"I-I love you, too."

#bes mizu #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #blue eye samurai

[theunreliablewriter]

Clumsy Defender

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader, Brief Fem!Reader x Friend!Enid

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of fighting

Fluff / Very Mild, Short-lived Angst

Word Count: 1.6k

Request: Wednesday x reckless reader fluff pls? Maybe the reader is always getting into fights and Wednesday always finds the reader with a broken arm or bloody nose?? - @cheesecaketwilight

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this departed from your request in terms of the Reader being a frequent fighter. Otherwise, I hope you like it! And side note, maybe Wednesday will be out of character to some, but I stand by the idea she would be a total softy for her girlfriend, at least in private. :)

You could feel numerous sets of eyes on you as you rushed through the quad, trying your best to conceal your bloodied, already swelling hand.

Normally, your fellow Nevermore students spared no more than a glance at your injured self because you were known for always stumbling down — occasionally, up — stairs, falling off of railings, tripping over nothing more than air, and so on.

But, since these injuries followed the sounds of yelling, shoving, and swings of fists being thrown, everyone’s attention was either on you or the infamously arrogant guy laying upon the ground, now several yards behind you.

You weren’t running because you were afraid of getting in trouble with Principal Weems. You were running because you had to get yourself cleaned up and bandaged as quickly as possible because there were barely a couple minutes left of your girlfriend’s class.

You couldn’t let her see you like this, at least not while in such horrific state. Despite loving nearly all things gore, whenever your accident-prone self got so much as a paper cut, she would panic, even though the panicking was not obvious to anyone but you.

“Enid!” You called at before the door to could entirely open.

The colorful blonde shot up immediately from her desk, knocking over a bottle of brightly colored nail polish. “What’s up, (Y/N)?” Enid asked excitedly, obviously not caring about the mess you had just caused. You knew if your girlfriend was there, she would have said something along the lines of her half of the room already looking as though a rainbow had thrown up all over it, so she probably won’t even notice.

“I need your help! Quickly!” You held up your dominate hand, letting her see the fresh blood stream down your wrist, over many already dried trails.

Enid’s eyes were the size of saucers, as she attempted to stutter out, “Wh- what did- How did you-“

“Please, Enid!” You had no choice but to interrupt her. Since you weren’t in the typical spot where you would meet your girlfriend everyday after her class at this time, you knew she would be on her way to look for you here.

“Okay! Okay! It’s all going to be fine!” She tried to assure you. She clasped her hands together, telling you she wasn’t done. “But first, you need to take a deep, soothing breath, (Y/N). Breath in…breath out…breath-“

The glare on your face was one you were certain, in the back of your mind, was one you would have to apologize for later. You especially knew you were going to have to, when you yelled, “Damn it, Enid! Actually help me with this!”

She complied with your rudely voiced order and raced into the bathroom. As you listened to her rummage for whatever supplies she could find, you placed yourself on your girlfriend’s bed. Her black comforter wouldn’t show any blood stains, and even if it did, you knew she wouldn’t mind…as long as she could convince herself it wasn’t your blood.

The overly kind girl sprinted to you and began to help you clean the two deep lacerations that extended from the back of your hand to the begin of your forearm.

“I’m sorry I snapped,” you said to her. “I just want to get this taken care of before…”

Your apology came to a halt at the sound of a heavy, platform boot stepping onto the old wooden floor.

Those dark eyes you found the brightest warmth in instantly gaped to your hand, before shooting up to bore directly into yours.

“What. Happened. Now.” Wednesday said. Her words were a question; they were a demand.

Enid had gone as still as a statue. You were sure she wasn’t even breathing.

And she literally sighed in relief, when Wednesday told her, “I shall handle this myself.”

Enid offered you a genuine smile, telling you she accepted your apology. “I hope you feel better soon, (Y/N)! I’ll see you both later!” She, then, skipped passed your girlfriend, who hadn’t moved an inch or even blinked, and exited the dorm.

You broke the silence with a beg of, “Please don’t be mad.”

If you looked as pathetic as you sounded, it was no shock — to you, at least — that Wednesday’s ridged shoulders slouched, even if was by barely an inch.

“I am not mad you, (Y/N),” she replied, making her way across the room to place herself closely beside you.

She went to work cleaning your hand and wrist. Her cold, skillful hands somehow managed to keep the pain of it at a level barely above an occasional sting.

“But you always seem like it whenever this happens,” you said to her.

“Because it happens constantly, (Y/N). If it isn’t a concussion, it’s a sprained ankle. If it isn’t a gash, it’s a bruise. And now, there’s this. You have successfully taken your talent to wound yourself to astounding new heights.”

“But this time, I was-“

“I do not care what you were doing,” Wednesday interjected, her gaze as hard as stone. “Whatever it was, you were unbelievably reckless for putting yourself in a situation that has left you with such severe injuries.” With the pain of her words, you couldn’t bear another moment of looking her in the eye, despite it being your only hope of figuring out what she was genuinely feeling behind her mask.

For the remaining duration of her bandaging you up better than any doctor could, you stared at your lap.

The taut silence was nearly deafening and only ended when Wednesday announced she was finished with a clipped, “There.”

“I’m sorry,” you practically whispered. “I get it. I know how frequently I injury myself must be annoying, but-“

You felt a hand ever so gently grasp your chin, making you look at her. Those eyes met yours again, telling you everything her monotone voice didn’t, as she assured, “It is not annoying. You are not annoying. That is not the issue.”

“Then why do you always get so frustrated?”

From the prolonged pause, you knew she was debating her next sentence. “You know the answer.”

“I don’t think I do.”

You waited patiently as you watched her perfectly chiseled jaw flex repeatedly from the numerous times she clenched and unclenched it, as though she was trying to force the words out of her throat. “Because I care about you, (Y/N),” Wednesday confessed. She finally released your chin just to place her hand against your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into the touch, while she continued, “So much, I believed it to be sickeningly obvious to everyone at this school.”

The beating of your heart accelerated, and your stomach filled up with butterflies — feelings only she could provoke inside of you. “And I care about you…which is why I couldn’t let that asshole get away with what he was saying.”

Her head titled, and her brows lowered. “What?”

“Edgar — the vampire, who thinks he’s all that because of his stupid first name. He was making comments about you, calling you a freak, and such. And, well…I got fed up with it, to say the least, and telling him off wasn’t enough.”

“So, this is from a fight?”

“I now know to not aim for the mouth when you’re fighting a vampire and they’re in the process of yelling,” you laughed.

The corners of Wednesday’s mouth perked up, before they dropped to ask, “Why would you fight over something so ridiculous? You know I could not care less what people think of me, let alone someone as pathetic as Edgar.”

“I know you don’t, but you’re my girlfriend and, as I said, I care about you. Don’t act like you wouldn’t retaliate if you overheard people talking badly about me.”

“I would end them,” she said in such a deadpan way, it made you chuckle.

“So, see? Even if you’re the better defender, it doesn’t mean I’m not one as well. I’m just a clumsy defender, I guess.”

Wednesday sighed, glancing down at your bandages. “Yes, you are,” she agreed, while placing her other hand on the opposite side of your face. Her thumbs gently caressed your skin, before she added, “But, you are my clumsy defender, even if the consistent concern about your well-being is going to lead to me an early grave.”

You absolutely beamed, just as you did each and every time your girlfriend announced her claim of you. Only could your grin be shoved away by Wednesday leaning in to close the remaining few inches between you.

The second your lips met hers, you melted against her. Feeling her unnaturally stiff body relax as well only made you want her closer.

Abruptly, you pulled away, causing disappointment to flash across Wednesday’s face. It gave you hope that your request would not be rejected. “Will you cud- lay with me?”

She only stared at you for the longest time, making you smile yet again because you knew she was, at minimum, considering it. “Fine, since you corrected yourself in time to use the least repulsive way to ask.”

How quickly she would always move to lay down was proof enough she did not hate cuddling as much as she implied. How her arms seemed to instinctively wrap around you the moment your head laid on her chest made you believe that maybe, she didn’t hate it all.

Following the gentlest of kisses to you head, Wednesday insisted, “Additionally, I also must hear every last detail of you giving that imbecile precisely what he deserves. Other than for my own enjoyment, I must ensure I handle him a different, unexpected way.”

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[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Scars

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.3K WC

Masterlist

Warnings: mention of smut but nothing too vivid, Tav history but nothing horrible, kinda funny in some ways, really enjoyed writing this one and if you don't like it - I hate to tell you but you are wrong (I don't make the rules here sorry (I def do make the rules)), I'm so sleep deprived lord help me

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You laid across from Astarion, enjoying each other's company as the early morning rays of golden sunshine cascaded into the tent. It was the first night you had slept together of Astarion’s own volition. After defeating Cazador, he decided to try living again and he wanted to indulge in every way possible, including indulging in you. It was sweet, gentle, thoughtful lovemaking. Ensuring you were both comfortable and consenting was at the forefront of both your minds. You laid on your combined bedrolls nude, your lower halves covered by a thin blanket. Astarion traced over your face deftly, his fingers subconsciously tracing over the scars that crossed your eye, cheek, and lips. 

“How did you get these?” he asked suddenly.

Your eyes opened completely, waking from their sleepy haze to find his.

“Forgive me, that was rude… you don’t have to tell me.” he said, shaking his head. 

You smiled at him, kissing him briefly. “I’m just as old as you, I have quite a few scars if you’d like to hear the many tales.” you smirked.

He let out a relieved sigh, worried he had offended you somehow. He nodded at your question, finding the raised blemishes to be quite beautiful against your skin. 

“These,” you said gently moving his fingers across your eye and cheek, “are from a devil. My very short stint fighting in the Blood War gave me these.” 

“And this,” you said tracing over your lips, “from a dog. Bit me when I was 7.”

You moved his hand to trace over the large scar that spanned across your neck, “A near death fight with a Bhaal spawn. Nearly took my head off, thankfully I had quite the healer with me.”

Astarion grimaced at this scar. He couldn’t imagine that kind of pain. Being bitten by Cazador had felt like a shard of icy glass being plunged into his neck. Having your throat sliced open by someone as vicious as a Bhaal spawn, he could imagine the immense fear seeing all the blood seeping from you, your life slipping away slowly. He thanked any gods who were listening for the healer who saved you long ago.

“How old were you?” he whispered.

“For my neck?” you asked, “I was 80, my first time in Baldur’s Gate actually. Quite the welcome.” you chuckled. 

You carried on with your little tour of your body. “This one,” you said, tracing a very faint scar of three little dots on the top of your chest, “I gave to myself. Turns out forks are quite dangerous if you trip with them in your hand.” 

Astarion scoffed, a breathy laugh coming out after. As gifted of a fighter as you are, you are also the most accident prone individual he has ever met. 

“Lets see…” you continued moving his fingers to your upper ribs where a deep, jagged scar lay, “A worshiper of Loviatar “blessed” me with that one.”

“Blessed you?” he said, quirking an eyebrow with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

“Let's just say Loviatar worshipers enjoy all manner of things in the bedroom.” you blushed. “It was truly a blessing though, the knife they so graciously stabbed me with was infused with magic. Makes me harder to kill since I “embraced” Loviatar.” 

Astarion smiled at that one. He had noticed how slashing didn’t seem to have much effect on you in battle, now he knows why.

“This one,” you said, moving his hand to a scar that spanned from your belly button to your hip, “Particularly brutal - a Lolth sworn drow and a drider came after me while I was knocked down. Turns out spider legs are sharp as fuck. And the venom? Lord, I have yet to feel a sting quite like that again.” 

Astarion frowned, he always despised spiders. Now he has even more reason to dislike them.

“This,” you moved his hand to your upper right thigh, “Another self-inflicted accident. Swam in the Black Lake, which is forbidden and for good reason too. Giant eels leave quite the electric burn.” 

“Why were you in a forbidden lake?” he asked, thumbing over the patchy scar.

“Why not?” you winked at him with a smirk.

Gods he loved your rebellious spirit, quite matched his own. Trouble seemed to find you both all too easily and yet, you always managed to make fun out of it. 

“This,” you said as you dramatically slapped his hand to your ass cheek. He felt for a moment before feeling a raised “X” shape. “An arrow of Ilmater from a particularly pissed off dwarf.”

“And, pray tell, why was he pissed off?” he said with a smirk of his own. 

“I may or may not have been trying to steal a particular magical necklace.” you grinned.

Astarion hooked his finger under the golden chain around your neck that always had a slight ethereal glow to it. “I’m assuming you managed to steal said necklace?” he said before tugging on it to pull you into a kiss. 

You giggled when you pulled away as his lips followed yours, you pecked them again before continuing. “Yes. Well worth it though, it prevents me from being poisoned. It’s come in handy more than once.” 

You moved his hand to your knee but not before he gave your ass a final squeeze. You squealed as you leaned into him. He would never get tired of your toothy grin, it was like sunshine to him, he loved to bask in it. 

“This one,” you said as you moved his hand to feel over two parallel scars, “from a mermaid. She tried to drown me so I kicked her off, but not before her scales dug into me.” 

“Why was she trying to drown you?” he asked.

You gave him a sarcastic look, “Have you ever met a mermaid? They don’t need a reason, they do it for sport.” 

Astarion nodded, making a mental note to not venture too far into mermaid infested waters. 

“Kept the scales though! Worth a fortune since they make elixir of water breath.” you said jovially, finding the positive in said situation.

“Elixir of what?” Astarion asked, searching his mind for this unknown elixir. 

“Water breath; you can breathe underwater for quite some time once you drink it. Rather rare though, getting scales off a mermaid is a pretty deadly task.” you shrugged.

“Any more?” Astarion said, his eyes running over all the scars that littered your body. So many stories, so many emotions. 

“Just two…” you said as you raised your foot up so his hand could feel over the top of it. A “Z” shaped scar. “This one is from a Zhentarim, hence the “Z” shape. Got caught trying to break into one of their hideouts. Left me with a lovely little scar to remind me not to try again.” 

Astarion traced the shape, you jerked away at the ticklish feeling. 

“Finally,” you said moving his hand between your legs right where the plush of your thigh meets your groin, “this one is from the best lover I have ever had.” 

Astarion felt for a moment but couldn’t feel anything. He looked up at you confused, “There's no scar here?” he said, waiting for you to guide him to the proper spot.  

“Not yet. I suggest you get to it, fangs.” you smirked at him. 

Astarion gave you a wicked smile when your words clicked in his head, “I’d be honored to add to the collection…” he said as he trailed himself down your body, leaving feverish pecks and little nips as he descended before licking over your thigh and sinking his fangs in. 

You arched your back while you carded your fingers through his white curls. You never wanted to leave this bed, this tent, or him. And luckily, you didn’t have to, not now. Not ever. He would alway be yours, and you his.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! :D I am so fucking tired but also very awake right now working this overnight. I fucking love this piece so I hope you all do too! Fun fact, the fork scar is an actual scar I have because I am, in fact, a clumsy bitch lol. This felt very fluffy to me and just generally made me feel better so I hope it was comforting to ya'll as well. Talk soon, thanks for everything!!!!!!!! TTYLXOXOXOXOXO!!!!!!!!!

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 #writing #bg3 wyll #gale of waterdeep #karlach #lae'zel #isekai #baldursgate #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate fanart #baldurs gate tav #astarion bg3 #bg3 fanart #bg3 tav #bg3 astarion #bg3 spoilers #bg3 art #baldurs gate #tav #baldurs gate 3 astarion #astarion #baulders gate 3

[anonymous-dentist]

Day Seven - Soulmates

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Soulmates, as everyone knows, share each other's pain. Bruises, scrapes, broken bones. Fevers, infections. Anything, everything. Nothing physical is left behind, just. Pain.

Roier kinda thinks it's all bullshit. There's all sorts of philosophy attached to it, like the idea that sharing pain is supposed to bring you and your soulmate together, but that idea doesn't really matter when you don't even know who your soulmate is. It's just pain for the sake of pain, and it's absolutely ridiculous, and he kinda hates it.

...But maybe Roier is biased, just a little. His soulmate, whoever they are, is either the most accident-prone person on the planet, or they've been a soldier since Roier was still in middle school. After years and years of constant aches and pains and bruises and fucking stab wounds right through the stomach and gunshots fired through the shoulder and the throat, Roier's tired.

Roier doesn't hate his soulmate. He probably loves them, actually; he started working out in middle school just so he could grow up into a strong enough man to be able to protect his soulmate the way they deserved. He just also thinks it's kind of bullshit that he and his soulmate have to share this much without not knowing who each other is.

"It's just kind of ridiculous, you know?" he asks.

"I guess," Cellbit hesitantly agrees.

Cellbit, unlike Roier, seems pretty into the whole soulmate thing. He doesn't think he has one, but he likes the idea of people being able to find someone special just for them that they can love and who will love them back. Sharing pain, to Cellbit, is the same as sharing a warm cup of coffee on a cold winter's morning: it's just something that people who love each other do.

Roier sighs, but he doesn't say anything else, mostly because he's decided he kinda likes Cellbit and he doesn't want to lose him before he can work up the nerve to ask him over for, like. Dinner. Or sex.

Tonight, they're side-by-side in sleeping bags on the deck of their newly-claimed Base Guapita. The kids are asleep inside, and Cellbit's hands are rough and red from an afternoon spent putting up the communications tower. He's half asleep, but Roier is wide awake and staring at the stars and trying to connect them into something meaningful.

Cellbit is... nice. He's nice. Him and Roier got off on the wrong foot, and he kinda super needs to shower more often, but he's sweet, and he has a cute smile when he deigns to show it. His eyes are breathtaking. His hands are big. His arms are covered in too many scars to count, and so is what little of his chest and neck he shows beneath his button-up and vest.

(Roier remembers waking up screaming a week or so ago and immediately checking his arms to make sure he wasn't the one getting fucking shredded with- with something. Bobby ran downstairs to check on him, and he got to the bottom floor just in time to watch Roier pass out as his soulmate died and had to respawn.

The day after that, Roier idly watched as Cellbit and Felps argued in the corner of his garden. He couldn't catch much of what they were saying, but the scars on Cellbit's arms were new, maybe.

Maybe...)

In the end, it's Cellbit who continues the conversation:

"If I do have a soulmate," he murmurs, voice slurred from exhaustion and muffled slightly by his pillow, "I kind of feel bad for them."

"Mm?"

Absently, Cellbit rolls onto his back, his arms falling on top of the sleeping bag's outer layer. One hand brushes along the largest of the opposite arm's scars.

Ah.

"Nah, it's probably fine," Roier says. He adjusts himself so that he's laying on his side facing Cellbit with his hand propping his head up. "Aren't you the guy who thinks sharing pain is romantic and stuff?"

"It isn't romantic," Cellbit scoffs. "It's pain. Nobody should have to go through it."

"Or maybe nobody should have to go through it alone. Isn't that what all this soulmate shit is about?"

Cellbit glances at him out of the corner of his eye. "I thought you didn't believe in soulmates."

"What?" Roier gasps, dramatically offended. "No! Of course I do! I just don't get all that philosophical stuff. Like, what's the point of sharing pain if you don't know who you're sharing with, you know?"

"Because it's what people who love each other do."

Roier snaps with a grin. "There you go! You and your soulmate love each other, so you want to share each other's pain. Right?"

Cellbit hums, "Or maybe he just wants to stop it."

Oh. "'He'? Do you-"

Cellbit cuts him off with a shake of the head: "No, I don't. I just know he would be a he. I'm not, ah..."

Oh, shit.

Roier knows Cellbit well enough by now to know when he doesn't want to elaborate on something, so he offers a cheerful, "Cool!", before going quiet again.

Then:

"I hope you find him, man," Roier says. He sits up and pats Cellbit on the shoulder with a smaller, more genuine smile. "I know he's out there."

Cellbit watches him warily. "I'm not even sure if he exists."

"Nah, he does. And I'd better get to be your best man, okay? If not, I'm stealing your husband."

Cellbit snorts quietly, lips quirking up into a half-smile. "Of course, guapito."

"Good." Roier nods, and he settles back into his sleeping bag. His bones, as usual, are aching. His hands burn, and he doesn't know what the hell his soulmate has been up to today, but he's going to make them start wearing gloves when he finds them.

He flops onto his opposite side, and then he screeches as his arm impales itself on the pointy end of an exposed screw.

"Chinga su madre-" he swears, scrambling out of his sleeping bag to dig up the hammer he and Cellbit were using earlier when they were renovating the airship.

Cellbit sits up, eyes wide. "Guapito? What happened?"

Roier slams his hammer into the screw in response with an irritated, pained, "Fucking nail got me in the arm, what the fuck?"

He turns his attention back to the floorboards, turning his sleeping bag over to inspect the rest of the floor for any loose nails.

(He does not notice Cellbit's face pale as he raises a shaky hand to his own arm, right where the screw had hit Roier. He looks from Roier's bleeding arm to his own, and a faint, excited, surprised, terrified smile crosses his face, and a blush paints itself across his nose and cheeks, and he has to cover his mouth to keep himself from letting out the happiest little squeal possible.)

#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose. #spiderbit #guapoduo

[jinnie-ret]

Ot8 x accident prone reader 👀 love me some hurt/comfort

clumsy accidents

stray kids x reader (platonic)

genre: fluff, angst

content warnings: stress, minor injuries

word count: 2.9K

you've been stressed out all week from university assignments, so when you spend the evening with stray kids, it's not a shock that they were able to find out, as well as tease you for your renowned clumsy habits.

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MASTERLIST

It had been a long week. All you wanted to do was to curl up into bed and go to sleep, feeling the pressure of university assignments getting you down. You had also just finished eating dinner which was probably part of the reason you were feeling sleepy - a full stomach. But there was the blaring reminder that you agreed with the boys that you'd go round their dorms and visit them. You scolded yourself for even tempting yourself with the idea of not moving. They're your best friends, you couldn't just skip out on plans because of how you were feeling, you'd feel too guilty.

As you lay on your bed that felt irresistibly comfortable, you took in a few deep breaths, telling yourself you just needed to make that first step and move, but you knew if anyone asked you wouldn't be able to deny the trembling of your body, knowing there was an underlying reason in your brain why you didn't want to get up. Your mind wandered, telling yourself you were being overdramatic. Everyone else you knew was probably stressed out too, yet here you were spiraling so deep that your body was physically reacting.

Snap out of it.

You looked next to you at the small alarm clock that sat on your bedside table, a present from Jeongin. You two had gone to music school together and he knew your bad sleeping habits quite well. The time read 18:15.

Your eyes widened as you sat up, dumping your purse and other things into your bag as you quickly tried to make yourself look as presentable as possible. It was a ten minute walk so you left ASAP.

The rushing around made your head ache but you ignored it, one thing on your mind and that was walking over to the boys' dorms. Somehow you had used up more time as you zoned out in the bedroom of your apartment. Time seemed to be moving quickly when your brain was moving slower. Going outside into the great outdoors was just an obstacle to your destination, and you craved the warmth of their dorms rather than the biting cold weather of the winter.

With a simple knock on the door, it instantly flung open as you were tugged into the embrace of a cheery Australian boy.

"Y/N! She's finally here!" Felix says joyfully as his arms tug you through the threshold of their apartment, Seungmin laughing from behind him and watching fondly, being left to shut the front door.

"Hello Felix," you quietly giggle, yet it was muffled against his shoulder that you were held so tightly against.

"Oh is Y/N finally here?" Hyunjin says, walking into the living room with Minho and Han trailing behind him.

"What do you mean finally, haha? And it's nice to see you too," you ask with a confused smile, sarcasm slipping through your words after, waiting for the boys to enlighten you.

"Ah sorrrryy, come here, I missed you" Hyunjin reaches his arms forward and you are once again pulled into the embrace of my best friends, unable to contain your smile despite your shakiness.

"Ah it's not a problem, don't worry! I think we said for half 5, but it's half 6 now so we got a bit worried..." Chan says, sounding just like the leader he is.

You were sure when you all texted earlier that it had been agreed for half 6...

And now you felt even more guilt and stress seep into you for having made them worry and kept them waiting.

You turned around, still in Hyunjin's arms with him clinging onto you from behind, your body feeling more tense.

"You're joking right?" you say confused, rummaging around your bag for your phone, but looked up again realising you must have left it at your apartment.

"No, but it's ok don't worry, you're here now! And you're staying over if you still want to so we got plenty of time!" Jeongin says grinning at you, the same grin you remember seeing when you sat next to each other in class for the first time.

You clasped my hands in front of you nodding along,

"Yeah of course as long as that's alright, I'm sorry I'm late I even forgot my phone so yeah..." you trail off awkwardly, never wanting to burden them. You couldn't help your worried thoughts despite the fact that you're their best friend.

"Yah! You don't have to feel so awkward around us! It's not like you're meeting us for the first time," Changbin giggles holding onto your wrists and swinging your arms playfully, slowly dragging you out of Hyunjin's arms and into your own, causing the ferret like man to pout and sit on the sofa joining the others.

"Okay I just wanted to make sure," you smile bashfully, hugging Changbin quickly before Jisung's rambles catch your attention.

"It's fine it's fine, now come sit down! We haven't seen each others in AGESSSS" Jisung says dismissively, waving you over to where everyone is sat down apart from yourself and Changbin.

You wait for him to sit down first and look around at the sofas realising everyone else has already taken a space. You unknowingly space out before arms pull you back into somebody's lap.

"Oof," you huff out a breath, eyes widening, the situation looking comical to the guys as some of them laugh or show fond smiles.

"Finally I get my welcome hug," Minho says from behind you.

"Oh hello Irino," you say tiredly leaning your head back against his shoulder to look at him as you speak.

"Better," he nods at you with a small smirk and so you turn back around knowing he feels acknowledged.

Being the first one to speak up, you decide to ask the boys about their week rather than them getting in with that question first. Knowing you're still shaking like a leaf, you wanted to keep the focus off if you.

"So boys, what have I missed whilst you've been cool idol guys?" you ask jokingly as you fold your arms and lean back into Minho.

"Cool idol guys? Wahhh," Jeongin exclaims, impressed.

"Woah this is high praise!" Chan jokingly bows.

"Stop stop stop just tell me" you grin, rolling your eyes.

"So... We've just filmed a video for our Japanese comeback, with a singer called LiSA," Seungmin started explaining.

"Oh. My. Gosh. I love her voice! You guys are so lucky!" you enthusiastically respond, causing a couple of the guys to chuckle.

"I think you'll really like the song, Y/N, it's definitely something you'd listen to," Hyunjin commented.

"For all I know you could just be convincing me to buy your song and I might not like it..." you say, teasing Hyunjin for his very media trained response.

Gasps ring out around the room.

"Name a song by us, right now, that you don't like!" Jisung stands and points at you, tone filled with disbelief.

"Okay you got me there..." you sigh and throw your hands up in defeat, letting out a little giggle when Jisung sits back down and folds his arms looking proud of himself.

"Aw cute," Minho says in an annoying high pitched voice, jolting you about in his lap.

"Yah Minho!" you slap his hands away playfully.

The other boys gasp and laugh at the same time, Felix staring straight at you with an 'oh shit' look.

"Ohhhhh, she disrespected the hyung," Jeongin murmured.

"Even I wouldn't 'yah' Minho" Chan laughed.

"Hey Y/N..." Minho smirked, you could hear it in his voice.

"Hmmm," you say indifferently.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

At this point the boys were watching eagerly, giggles hidden behind their hands.

"Yes 180° in the air fryer for precisely 1 hour," you say off by memory, looking into the distance and zoning out as you thought about how busy the week had been and how you'd kill just to go to sleep. But you knew you couldn't if you tried at this time. It was just too early for you at the moment.

Whilst you were thinking back, the boys watched as Minho stood up with you in his arms and span you around, both of you feeling dizzy when he finally stopped.

"Woah hyung, I think you made her go all dazed," Changbin laughed.

Minho stumbled jokingly across the room exaggerating his dizziness whilst you stood still not even blinking.

"Hello? Y/N?" Felix laughed looking into your eyes.

You blinked coming out of your thoughts and saw Felix in front of you.

"Aw cute," you pinched his cheeks. You thought to yourself as long as you diverted the attention back on them they'd have nothing to be suspicious of about you. No reason to notice the shakiness or dizziness.

"Oh no... I think hyung spun her round so much that she turned into him," Hyunjin laughed.

"Yah Hyunjin-ah air fryer time" Minho threatened walking after him.

You zoned out again, returning to reality when a certain quokka was stood in front of you and shaking your arms, trying to get your attention.

"Y/N? Hello? Oh dear, I think she has gone to another realm..." he dramatically cried, arms tightening around your arms where he held you, making you wince as he squeezed a fresh burn mark.

"Aish!" you hiss out, pulling your arm away from him.

As attentive as ever, Chan immediately saw your pain.

"What's going on? What's the matter?" he quickly got up from his seat on the sofa and wrapped and arm around your shoulders looking concerned, Jisung now feeling bad as he stood in front of you.

"Sorry Y/Nnie, was that me? Did I hurt you?" Jisung asked worriedly but then turned over your arm and saw the burn mark.

"Ouch, Y/N that looks painful, what did you do this time?" Chan playfully sighs, still showing his concern but also teasing you for my renowned clumsiness.

"What's Y/N done this time?" Seungmin asks with a raised eyebrow, looking up from his phone.

"I-it's just a small burn... I was cooking earlier and then the oil kinda splashed back at me when I put the food in?" you explained sheepishly.

"What did you do... Launch your food into the pan?" Changbin asks incredulously and lets out a small laugh.

"Hey! I don't throw my food in!" you defend yourself.

"No but you definitely let yourself get hurt way too often..." Jeongin stood up to look at your burn too.

"It's not that bad... And hey! You're one to talk, Jeongin!" you stick your tongue out at him, the two of you both being clumsy people.

"Ah, our two clumsy maknaes... Can't take them anywhere..." Hyunjin sighs, but smiles nonetheless as he fondly looks over at you and Jeongin stood together.

"Come on, I'll find some ointment to put on it," Felix gently guides you into the bathroom. On the way down the corridor, you trip over an abandoned slipper, nearly falling to the ground. Luckily, Felix catches you but with great difficulty as you're completely off balance.

"Woah woah woah, you good?"

"Yeah, sorry," you say, looking down as he helps you catch your balance. He hums in acknowledgement before analysing who's shoe it was.

"Oi! Bang Chan hyung! You nearly killed Y/N, you prick! Clean up your shoes!" he yelled over your shoulder, hearing a bunch of giggles coming from the living room after he finished.

"Sorry bro! Sorry Y/N!" was all Bang Chan had to offer back.

"Anyways, let's get that arm of yours sorted," Felix returned to his normal sunshine self, seating you on the toilet as he grabs their little healing kit from the bathroom cupboard.

Once again, you spaced out, staring at the patterns of the tiled floor as Felix was knelt down beside you, gently rubbing the ointment in.

"Hey, Y/N, you ok sweetheart? You've been a bit spacey today," Felix gently asks you, putting the ointment away and instead sitting on the edge of the bath, his eyes looking over at you worriedly.

"Huh?" you only then realised he patched up your arm and asked you a question.

"You've been a bit, off... Has something happened?" Felix asked, brows furrowed in concern as he rubs your upper arm in reassurance.

"N-not really anything in particular... Just had a busy week I guess," you sigh, knowing nothing would slide with Felix.

"Have you been looking after yourself? You nearly fell over earlier and it took way to long for you to catch your balance for that to have been normal..." he tilts his head, looking into your eyes.

"Sleep isn't really my friend at the moment," you admit, hearing him 'tsk'.

"Y/N, you should have said, come on, good thing you're here! How about we go back and sit with the others, chat, relax, and you can listen to Changbin talk about the gym to make you fall asleep," Felix jokes, trying to make you laugh as he helps you stand, one arm wrapped around your shoulder and the other holding your hand as he was successful in doing so.

"That won't make me sleep, it never does..." you smile at his attempts of trying to make you feel better. Felix really was the sweetest.

"Yeah, because you're too busy staring at his muscles," Felix throws his head back as he laughs at you.

"At least I'll get away with it today, can't tease me this time," you joke around, walking down the corridor at your own pace, referring to your 'spacey' moments, as Felix so endearingly called them.

"Just take things slow ok, don't want you passing out on me, okay?" Felix kindly says to you, as he sits you down between him and Seungmin.

From beside you, the puppy like guy gently took your arm and his fingers traced over where Felix had wrapped a bandage around your burn. You hadn't even noticed him do that.

"Does it feel better?" Seungmin lowly asks.

"Yeah," you nod sleepily.

"What's this about you passing out on us, hmm?" Lee Know questions as he walks back in, handing you a glass of water as he once again took his seat.

You look at Felix hoping he'd explain for you and he did.

"Y/N has just had a busy week, stressed out at uni, right?" he explains and double checks that he was right in saying that, so you nod in response.

"Ah, Y/Nnie, you should have said! We wouldn't have made you come over," Changbin lightly scolded you, no ill intent behind his words.

"It's fine, really, I missed you guys," you try to reassure them that you're ok, leaning against Seungmin's shoulder.

"Aw did Y/N just say that she missed us?" Hyunjin says in a baby voice.

"I can take it back..." you trail off, nose scrunched from his antics.

"Nope! No, no going back on that now," Jisung shook his head at you.

"Fine," you rolls your eyes playfully and bring the glass up to take a sip of water, only for it to miss your mouth and go all over you t-shirt.

Your white t-shirt.

"Ah protect the baby!" Hyunjin throws a blanket over you, the whole thing covering you, including your head.

You pull it off your head and cringe at the feeling of your t-shirt sticking to your skin.

"I'll grab you a hoodie of mine," Jeongin smiles at you ruffling your hair as he walks past, going into his room.

"Are you so tired you forgot how to drink?" Lee Know teases.

"No, she's just clumsy," Changbin laughs.

"I'm not tired enough to forget how to punch," you yawn as you speak, maintaining eye contact with Changbin.

"You're not stupid enough to punch though," Chan sternly says, putting his phone down.

"She wouldn't actually do it, she's about as scary as a little mouse," Seungmin laughs, having since moved away from you to avoid getting damp too.

"Then let's make you an elephant," you poke him, leaning on Felix instead.

"I leave for a few seconds and now Seungminnie hyung is an elephant?" Jeongin laughs, his wide smile on show as he hands you his grey Mahagrid hoodie.

"Woah, you never let me steal this one," you gleefully take it, smiling back at Jeongin.

"You've had a long week, I'll let you have it this time round," Jeongin holds the blanket for you as you stand and change round the corner. You walk back in and see he took your spot.

"Hey you stole my spot!"

"You stole my hoodie!"

"You gave it to me..."

"Aish come here..." Bang Chan squishes you in between him and Jisung.

"Ok this is fine," you say, wiggling before accepting your fate.

"Wouldn't have this issue if you weren't so clumsy in the first place," Chan tutted before laughing. He had one arm wrapped around your shoulders whilst Jisung traced shapes on your hand.

"Can't help it I'm so tired... Stupid assignments," you huff, trying to blow away a stray hair.

"Is it getting too much, sweetheart?" Chan tucks the hair behind your ear.

"It's just... I don't think I can handle it very well right now. But everyone else seems to be ok," you sigh.

"Let's have this evening to forget about it all then, ok? How does that sound?" Chan hugs you tighter to him and you nod.

"Good, just let yourself rest this time, okay?" Felix says from the other sofa, and you smile back at him.

For the rest of the evening you all exchanged jokes, food, and cuddles, and there wasn't a better way to let your stress go then to be with your favourite people in the world.

tagged: @oo-li

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[swordcreature]

HCs for Rolan/Dammon(/Zevlor) on how Tav would care for Their wounds 🥺🥺 learning a new spell goes wrong, burning himself at the forge, battle training mishap and now Tav has to take care of them even though They are usually the Adventuring Hero who comes home beat up after Going Out and Risking their Life to Save The Day

hi anon i hope you like it!!

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Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - Tending to Their Wounds

no explicit content, just some minor descriptions of injuries

How the tiefling boys are tended to

Dammon: 

Dammon, although brilliant with his hands, is accident prone. He’ll burn his tail when it accidentally whips into the embers of the forge, or he’ll touch a piece of metal that’s still too hot, having thought it cooled down. 

Funny enough, Dammon swears he didn’t use to be so clumsy. Maybe he’s just been distracted lately by something. Or someone.  

Either way, he needs help when he absentmindedly backs into his anvil as a molten hot metal ingot sits atop of it, singing the skin of his tail. 

The sound Dammon makes when he gets hurt is strangely high pitched for how low and smooth his voice is, and he’ll totally blush if called on it (because he totally doesn’t make the same sound in bed ever, no not him) 

He’s really quick to ask Tav for help. He’s not ashamed of needing it, though he does feel somewhat guilty for bothering them with his “little wound” – it’s definitely a second-degree burn though.  

Tav will make him lay on the bed, to get a better look they swear! And they’re very tender with his sensitive tail, covering it in a medicinal salve and wrapping it in gauze. They’re not a healer, but they’ve learned enough on the road to help with smaller burns and cuts.  

They’ll give his tail some tentative strokes, or, if feeling cheeky, they’ll give it a firm squeeze around the base.

Dammon normally likes to be the caretaker in the relationship. Not only is he old fashioned – he wants to make Tav feel safe, provide for them, meet all their needs – but he also recognizes how much Tav has done for him, for all the refugees, really.  

But he’ll still look at them while they tend to his burn, love struck and just so very happy. Like they’re giving him a massage instead of dressing a wound. He knows how lucky he is to have someone like Tav to help him when he needs it.  

Rolan: 

Is anyone really surprised to hear that I think Rolan is a bit of a crybaby when he gets a minor injury? He would probably complain less if he got stabbed in the chest.  

So, when he’s toying around with a new form of thunderwave that goes awry, slamming himself into a bookshelf a couple feet back, tomes falling out and onto his head, he dramatically announces to his family that he most certainly has a concussion or a broken wrist.  

Maybe both!  

But he doesn’t want Tav to take a look, oh no. They’re not allowed to touch him at all, lest they hurt him more. Even though Tav has seen more than their fair share of broken bones and head trauma.  

Rolan’s ego is wounded more than anything, so it’s hard to convince him that if he is indeed hurt, that Tav should at least double check.  

He’ll agree when he realizes that Tav is actually worried about him, but he makes them promise to be gentle.  

Tav’s touch is feather light on Rolan’s head, brushing over the bump that’s forming between his horns. He’s definitely got an egg there, but it’s no concussion.  

They’ll hold his wrist with the same tenderness they would a baby bird, turning it over in their hand, moving it ever so slightly.  

If you think Rolan wouldn’t yelp like a kicked puppy at the littlest bit of pain, you’re wrong!  

But Tav quickly assesses that his wrist is, in fact, fine. Just a little bruised.  

Rolan blushes because of course he would make a big deal over a non-injury. He doesn’t love the idea of pulling Tav from their normal activities, his adventurer who faced the godsdamned Elder Brain, just to deal with his dramatics.  

That doesn’t stop him from repeating the process once more when another spell backfires.  

Zevlor:  

Zevlor would rather die than admit when he’s in pain or hurt. He hates the idea of anyone worrying about him, especially Tav. There are greater things to care about than him, in his opinion. 

One day, when he is working with the Flaming Fist to train the city’s children in proper weapon safety, he catches a stray short sword to the leg, slicing his thigh from knee to mid-thigh.  

It’s not a particularly deep wound, but it’s enough to make him favor that side. 

Zevlor has enough combat training to know how to dress a wound himself, so he’s able to stop the bleeding enough to not draw attention.  

But Tav still notices, as the slight limp in his step gives him away. They’re immediately worried, demanding to see his leg, asking what happened, pulling him to sit down.  

Zevlor tries to hush them, to let them know he’s okay and that it’s just a scratch – nothing for them to worry about. But Tav is relentless until he finally agrees to roll up his pant leg. 

It’s not as bad as Tav initially imagined, but it will need stitches. They grab the kit Zevlor keeps for emergencies and attempts to lay Zevlor on the bed. 

They’re a little shaky as they try and close his gash. They’ve done this a million times before, but this is the first time they’ve seen Zevlor wounded, no matter how small the wound may be. It’s a dark reminder that he isn’t the invulnerable Hellrider that Tav sees him as. 

They’re reminded of all the times they’ve come home injured from whatever adventure they were on and the look on Zevlor’s face as he tried to help them in whatever way he could. Suddenly, they feel guilty. If this is how he’s felt all those times, they certainly owe him an apology.  

The next time they go off on a mission, they're more careful – more cautious – thinking back to the way they felt seeing Zevlor hurt that day.  

#bg3 #bg3 dammon #bg3 rolan #bg3 zevlor #dammon #rolan #zevlor #my writing #anon #zevlor x tav #dammon x tav #rolan x tav #requests/suggestions

[dmercer91]

hiiii, could you write something for protective matthew knies :))

protective!matty headcanons, mk23

matt knies is the boyfriend, actually

maybe you’re a little accident prone (this is incredibly self indulgent)

so he isn’t just protective in the sense that he’s dealing with other people or PR, but he’s physically protective over you too

he realized very early on that you seemingly didn’t care to pay attention to what you were doing, ever.

you walked straight into a patio door and then stood back, chuckled and then opened and walked through the door, just completely unfazed

so he’s started trailing behind you to be your eyes and protect you from random things

he doesn’t even realize it sometimes.

you’ll drop something under the table and he’s covering the corner of it with his hand while you go under to get whatever fell

he only realizes he even did it when you actually end up knocking your head on his knuckles on your way up

he’ll pull you back into his chest by your collar like a cat when you’re about to trip over something

if he’s walking in front of you he’ll kick stuff out of your way and keep his head down so your feet are in his peripherals

you’ve fallen off the bed, so now he just has you on the side by the wall (though you were originally very stubborn about which side of the bed you got) or he just lays directly on top of you

if you’re ever spending the night with the tavares’ since he moved up to toronto, he’s trying to inconspicuously always be the one to take your shirt off cause the basement ceiling is low and he knows you’ll go too fast and punch it so hard your hand swells

when he takes you skating the first time he watches you extremely closely

he’s consistently reminding you that you cannot take things out of the oven without the oven mitts on

if you’re making pasta or something he always lurks until it’s done boiling so he can strain it for you (and make sure you remember to turn off the stove)

if you go for a walk together he’ll always hold your hands or put his arm around your shoulders or keep his hand on your lower back or neck so you don’t stray away

he’s told you before that you need blinkers and break lights (he’s right, however you slap his arm for saying it)

if he’s talking you to the mall (especially somewhere like the eaton centre) he never strays from you

that’s one of the only things you noticed, because very early into your relationship he came into a lingerie store with you and you told him maybe six times that he could wait outside if he wanted

he was so obviously flustered but he just kept shaking his head cause he knew that you’d forget that he was sitting on his phone and go to the next store without him

you honestly thought he just wanted to partake in dressing room endeavours until he did the same thing at a kitchen supply store in which he looked so bored he might’ve actually shed a tear (dressing room endeavours he got regardless, he wasn’t gonna complain about it)

it finally clicks for you that he does all these things when someone on the team sees him pull you away from a curb before you can trip over it and comments about how grossly in love you are and how well he knows you

“you two are disgustingly cute,” “what’s that supposed to mean?” “he didn’t even look up from his phone! just grabbed you like it was an instinct. happens all the time, too. it’s like you’ve been engraved into each others brains or something,” “… huh,”

matt blushes harder than he ever has “don’t read too far into that,”

on top of this, he’s also protective of you when it comes to media, especially when he gets to the nhl

the leafs media is pretty brutal, and he was actually forewarned by multiple teammates to ignore any and all press releases or reporters on twitter so he knew the two of you would have to stay more or less private

he has an instagram story full of sweet pictures of the two of you but all of which include less than half of your face and no @

your account is kept private, but the photos there are more relationship confirming, obviously (some of them he is heavily teased for. cooley has your notifs on just so he can comments ludicrous shit)

if you’re in any wag group photos you ask not to be tagged and his number / last name is always covered

he actually goes to aryne to ask for advice if ever you do want to be more public (he leaves it entirely up to you) and she thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever that he wants to make sure nobody makes an issue for you

if ever you do get found out against your will, he’s probably more nervous than you are and he’s making you promise not to hide it from him if someone ever says something

if someone asks about you in a scrum he’s always so excited to talk about you but he keeps it very short and sweet in case he’s accidentally giving you away

the best way to put it is private, not hidden

cause in another life he’d be boasting to everyone about how amazing his girl is, so he doesn’t want to hide you completely but he prioritizes your personal life and protection over his need to brag

he’s also very protective of you in the conventional way, meaning about other people in person

the first fight he gets into in the nhl is because someone chirped him about you

you were by the glass during warmups and he basically spent half of his allotted time parked in the corner flirting with you like a complete idiot

obviously someone will notice, that’s a little strange behaviour

unfortunately that someone isn’t well known for keeping their mouth shut

it’s his first fight, so he absolutely got his ass handed to him, and you were in the press box just aggressively rolling your eyes

if ever you’re out for drinks together or even with the team he’s like your shadow

downtown toronto is not the place for someone unfamiliar with the area to be left, so you’re kinda glad for it

that’s until he’s a little past tipsy and he’s glaring at every man from ages 19-40 in the bar the second they come near

he sends poor mitch a cold stare after he asked you if you liked being at the game and you were like matthew it’s mitch??? mitch marner??? toronto maple leaf mitch marner, your alternate captain??

he does the same to a middle aged man who comes beside you to order a drink and mind you, the guy hardly even notices you’re there

“i don’t trust him,” “he’s fifty!”

you don’t really get it until it comes in handy and then you never complain again

if he actually feels like he needs to be protecting you he sobers up extremely quickly and suddenly your sweet, usually angel boyfriend actually seems his size

the only time he’s had to step in he was promptly laughed at cause of his age, only for the guy to look behind you, and be met with a table full of the maple leafs staring at the commotion

you quickly learn that the unspoken rule where players protect their rookies certainly extends to the rookie’s girlfriend

one time he had to go to the bathroom at an mlse event and rather than leave you for what ended up being a minute and a half at best, you were given a body guard out of jake mccabe

easily the most awkward experience of your life, but hey! now you’re best friends with jake mccabe

if you’re on a walk or something and there’s commotion in front of you or someone strange looking is walking behind you, matty is suddenly very hungry and you’re taking the nearest right into the door of a diner until things calm down

“do you want dinner? im hungry,” “matty it’s one in the afternoon we just ate,”

that’s actually how you found your favourite spot for date nights, cause he bought a slice of pie and you swore he could’ve eaten the whole thing if it was put in front of him

he’s always calling you on roadies to ask how your day is going, and then he’ll immediately ask if anyone’s been giving you trouble

“anyone giving you a hard time? guys in your dms i get to fight off?” “well, jacer [tavares’ son] is becoming quite the flirt. he drew me a flower n’ said it was pretty like me” “oh, so i’ve got some competition?”

he’s never weird or jealous about it, but he knows you’re very non confrontational so he tries his best to make sure you’re not uncomfortable without sounding like he doesn’t trust you

he’s never been angry with you about it, so you eventually realize that he’s just incredibly and fiercely protective of you and you come think it’s sweet over time

#e’s headcanons ! #matthew knies #matthew knies x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #toronto maple leafs