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merrywaanderer · 3 years

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no. 1 party anthem

ethan torchio x non-specified!reader

requested: ethan & reading together

synopsis: you're a regular at sneaking away from parties. turns out someone else is too.

warnings: mentions of alcohol use, swearing, my terrible attempts at roman dialect/italian in general

word count: 2.4k

a/n: inspired by 'no. 1 party anthem' by the arctic monkeys, and dedicated to my best friend, who is in fact lesbian: i couldn't be happier for you. but ever so anti-climactically, here is that ethan fic you once requested xoxo

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It was beyond you as to how you’d ended up at a party on a Saturday night, but Simon had insisted, and when Simon insisted, the universe gave him his way.

You preferred books, and attending the occasional concert of your own volition; house parties with drunk university students and shallow conversations were not part of your ideal weekend plans.

Not only a reader by leisure, but also by profession, you worked as a librarian at the same university as the people who presently surrounded you. Having completed sufficient education to begin working, and quite honestly not ever wanting to leave the beautiful grounds of Oxford University, you’d applied for a position at the Bodleian Library, and been hired. Likely because you had spent not only your studying hours but your free time in the library as well, so that the university’s head librarian had become your friend and recommended you for the job.

As one of Oxford’s youngest faculty members, friends were difficult to come by, and so when the sharply-dressed social butterfly that was Simon Pilby had approached you, introducing himself as a professor “and poet” in the English department, you had greeted him warmly and let him whisk you off to “make more friends.”

Now, a year down the line, despite his strenuous efforts, Simon remained your only friend. Too, he had become your best friend, though he seemed to disappear as the most inopportune moments — usually moments that coincided with the appearance of some handsome man who was to Simon’s liking.

This particular Saturday night party was a repeat of all the others Simon had dragged you to previously, and though people — students and staff alike — joked you were “the cool librarian,” none of the night’s interactions had been anything more than skin-deep. To add insult to injury, Simon had disappeared once more.

Fortunately for you, the party was being held at the house of a very wealthy family, whose floor plan included a library.

Conscious of the fact that Simon would shake his head at your choices when he later on found you surrounded by books instead of people, but not really caring, you refilled your drink in the expansive kitchen before tiptoeing up the broad hardwood staircase to where the library was tucked in, at the end of a hall.

The library in this house was nowhere near as impressive as the Bodleian Library at the university.

But it was bloody impressive for a library within a private home.

Glowing with dim lamplight, the room felt timeless. Its ceiling consisted of dark, wooden beams, dipping on either side with the slant of the roof above your head. The walls were lined with bookshelves upon bookshelves in the same type of wood as the ceiling, and beneath your feet, intricate tiling had been laid to give the appearance of a floor made of stars. A wide window with an inbuilt seat drew the eye at the far end of the room, and likely provided an ample view of the house’s lush garden during the day.

The books on their shelves were in every colour of the rainbow, and though they were clearly well taken care of, you got the impression that most of these bindings were in fact older than you. Despite this literary grandeur, however, the books did not seem as though they had been positioned to be a museum exhibition; the table at the centre of the room and the overstuffed armchairs placed close to the shelves suggested that this family was comprised of readers.

So they likely would not mind if you read a few books while you were there, provided you treated the novels with care and replaced them where initially found — two simple conditions you would never dream of neglecting.

Glancing toward the door, you gave the universe one last chance to stop you.

But no one came hurrying through the door.

You could hardly believe your luck as you set about choosing a book — the difficult part was where to begin, because of books there were plenty.

Then The Poems of Dante Aligheri caught your eye, and you reached for the beautifully bound volume, before heading for the window seat. Perching amongst the cushions, you sighed contentedly. Who needed social interactions when there were books to be read, portable worlds to be explored? Not you, that was for sure.

With the soft glow of the lamps and the hum of chatter outside of the library, you sank comfortably into a stupor of reading, sipping your drink intermittently. Here, in this secluded oasis, you were at home.

Dante was as good a poet as you had remembered, and soon you found yourself reading aloud, because simply, some things were too good to be kept silent.

“Upon a day, came Sorrow in to me,” you read, “saying, ‘I’ve come to stay with thee a while’—”

“And I perceived that she had ushered Bile and Pain into my house for company.”

You dropped the book with a start, nearly spilling your drink as the volume toppled to the floor, with a crash that made you wince.

“Sorry,” said the same voice which had recited, and you looked up from the floor to find a gentle-eyed man picking up that which you had dropped. “Italian poet. I’m Italian myself — I could not resist.”

Realising that you were staring, you closed your mouth. “No, it’s okay. You took me by surprise, that's all.”

He extended his hand toward you, holding out the book like a peace offering. You took the volume with a nod of thanks.

He smiled faintly. “Ethan,” he said, supplanting the book with his hand. There was no tongue-to-teeth motion in the pronunciation; it was replaced with a hard t and a long a. You figured this was the Italian pronunciation of his name, and found you quite liked it better than the English one.

You shook his hand and traded him your own name.

“So,” he continued, “is this a closed reader’s club, or can I sit here too?”

You smiled. “Not much of a party-goer, then?”

“No,” Ethan answered softly, gaze dipping to his toes.

“Me neither,” you said, and heard him laugh, with relief. “Choose your weapon, then. Poetry or prose?”

His gaze returned to your own, and he smiled conspiratorially as you narrowed your eyes. “I prefer lyrics, actually.”

A smile of equal mischief curved your lips. “A musician, then?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Can I guess what instrument?”

He quirked an eyebrow, before crossing his arms. “Only if you share the windowseat.”

“Deal.”

Out of courtesy to whomever owned this house, you’d taken off your oxfords and left them on the floor, and now shifted your socked feet, pulling your knees closer to your chest to make room for Ethan.

He’d taken off his leather jacket and had it folded over his arm now, as he browsed the books on their endless shelves. You watched him as he ran his fingers along the spines, black-painted nails running along titles and authors as his lips moved and he murmured beneath his breath.

Funny, you thought. He chose reading material in precisely the same manner as you — took his time and drifted off into a world of thought, where there was nothing but him and the adventure that awaited him on the pages of the book he chose.

Finally, he found a book to his liking, and with it, he returned to you, sitting down with his back leaned against the other wall of the window seat, eye-to-eye with you. You watched him surreptitiously over your own book.

With a gentle sigh, he opened the cover of his, touching his tongue to his fingertip to aid in turning past the copyright and title pages.

Then he caught you looking, his eyes flicking up to yours with a vague smirk. You immediately glanced back down, cheeks burning.

Shifting slightly, to make it out as though you’d looked at him by accident, you turned the page in front of you.

Though soft, his voice startled you when he spoke. “What are you reading now?”

“ ‘All My Thoughts,’ ” you said, on autopilot.

“Ah,” he answered, knowingly. “All my thoughts always speak to me of love.”

You arched an eyebrow at him. “D’you know that in both English and Italian?”

Ethan shrugged. “What can I say. Beautiful words are for memorising.”

“So you are a poetry man, then!”

“No, just well-educated.”

You squinted at him, at the waves of hair that framed his face in shadows, with dark eyes and a lingering smile to match.

“Pianist,” you guessed.

He smiled fully, and you knew immediately that you had been wrong. “No,” he said. “Try again.”

You blinked. “Guitarist.”

“No.”

“Violinist, because you seem to be goddamn Sherlock Holmes with your memory.”

His lips quirked upward again, but he replied in the negative. “No.”

You wrinkled your nose, and returned to your book as he laughed softly at your apparent defeat.

You tried to concentrate on the poems of Dante, as the bass of the party music bled into a kind of white noise outside the library door, but you could hardly take your eyes off of Ethan.

He moved so elegantly — in fact, he floated rather than moved — that watching him was like a dream, all soft lines and missed moments, like strobe lighting in slow motion.

“What are you reading?” you asked.

Ethan looked at the cover, and it was clear from his expression that he had never read the book before. “The Picture of Dorian Gray. Strange story.”

“But one of the best,” you smiled. “So, you’re a bassist, then.”

“No.”

“Dammit.”

He tried not to smile, but failed. You kicked at his foot, and he laughed.

“Quiet,” he said. “This is a library.”

You tipped your head back, laughing harder than you’d laughed in ages.

And then of all things, it began to rain. With a crash of thunder so loud you nearly leapt from your seat, you lost your book to the floor again.

“Really,” said Ethan, “you dislike Italian poetry so much that you keep throwing it on the floor?” Once more, he retrieved the book from the floor.

“Or maybe I just prefer when handsome Italians read it to me.”

Ethan quirked an eyebrow. “Well, then.”

You reached for the book now in his hands, but he held it out of your reach.

“A-ah. My turn.”

With a rather sultry smile, you folded your arms and leaned back, a challenging look in your eyes. “Go on.”

“There is a gentle thought that often springs/to life in me, because it speaks of you. Its reasoning about love’s so sweet and true/the heart is conquered, and accepts these things./‘Who is this’ the mind enquires of the heart,/‘who comes here to seduce our intellect?”

His words ran together with the rhythm of a waterfall, almost lyrically, and you wondered again if he was a singer.

“Are you sure you’re not a singer?”

Ethan merely winked, and turned his eyes back to the page.

“Keyboards.”

“You tried piano and that was wrong.”

You narrowed your eyes, leaning closer. “Maybe you’re just finicky.”

“Finicky?”

“Picky, particular.”

“Ah. But no.”

You interrupted again, “Clarinetist.”

“Ha!” said Ethan. “This is getting ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

Ethan tapped his fingers across the top of his knee, as though to a beat unheard by you.

“I would have thought you smarter than this, being that you’re a librarian and all.”

You gave a start, drawing back. Slowly, you said, “How did you know I’m a librarian?”

“Thank you for the confirmation. I wasn’t sure, but now I know. Of course, I’ve seen you at the desk of the Bodleian Library many times.”

“No,” you shook your head. “I would have remembered you.”

“Sunglasses indoors.”

“What?”

Ethan inclined his head in a pointed manner.

Suddenly, you remembered a visitor with long hair and sunglasses. At a passing glance, you’d thought it odd. But as a librarian, you saw all sorts of people and so on the whole had thought nothing of it.

“Are you famous or something?” you asked him, and to your surprise, he gave a gentle nod. “Then I definitely should have remembered you! Who are you?”

He chuckled. “I told you. I’m Ethan. I’m just a handsome stranger at a party.”

“Cocky, are we?”

“Handsome was your word,” he reminded you.

“You’re too quiet to be famous.”

“Am I then too quiet to be bold?” he asked, and you responded with a questioning look. “Ever dreamt of making out with a handsome stranger at a party?”

You laughed. He was hitting on you as equally as you were on him. Par for the course, you supposed. You’d ignited this spark with your comment about him reading you poetry.

“Where I’m hiding from the crowds amongst my books?”

He laughed, with that lovely lightheartedness that you could not have hoped to muster; you felt as though the sun had graced you with its light on a cloudy day.

Then in a moment’s decision, devoid of a second thought, you leaned over and placed a gentle hand on his neck, drawing him to you, then replacing his intake of breath with your lips.

His mouth was soft and slack — you’d caught him by surprise, and for a moment, you worried that this wasn’t what he wanted, nor intended. But then his hand hovered at your waist, and you touched his hand to bring him closer.

If you’d been coherent enough to think of anything but kissing him, Shakespeare would have come to mind; you kiss by the book.

But coherent you were not, and so the thought arrived late.

Yet when the thought did come, you pulled back with a start, staring into Ethan’s soft, bewildered eyes. He looked ready to apologise, but you silenced him with a hand.

“Drummer,” you said breathlessly, and when he broke into a grin, you knew that this guess had been right.

“How did you finally guess?”

You kiss with a rhythm like the ocean waves, you wanted to say. But this connection was new, still fragile, and while you spoke in lines from books, he spoke in the background of lyrics. You were not close, this was not familiar; you held your tongue.

You shrugged. “Ran out of lousy guesses.”

His eyes darkened, and a shiver touched your shoulders when you knew he’d seen right through you.

“You knew all along,” he said.

With a wry smile, you nodded. The laughter hummed in his chest as he pulled you close.

Perhaps some day, you’d tell him of the oceans with which he spoke.

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#ethan torchio #ethan torchio x reader #måneskin #måneskin fic #fic #tina’s writing

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bookwormdeen · 4 years

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Requests Open

Hello!

These can be pairing with Reader, OC (fanfic or one-shot) or just one-shot without pairing (just the character).

I do dates special (b-days, Christmas, etc)

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Crossover ships are accepted too!

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yoyo-inspace · 6 years

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MOOMINVALLEY is based on the beloved Moomin stories by Tove Jansson and will consist of two series of 13 x 22-minute-long episodes. It will broadcast in 2019 on Sky One in the UK and public broadcaster YLE in Finland. The show is being created by an outstanding team, including Oscar®-winning director Steve Box (Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit).

Cast and characters:

Moominmamma – Rosamund Pike (Gone Girl, A United Kingdom, An Education)

Moominpappa – Matt Berry (The IT Crowd, Toast of London, The Philanthropist)

Moomintroll – Taron Egerton (Kingsman, Eddie the Eagle, Testament of Youth)

Snorkmaiden – Akiya Henry (Bing, Bottersnikes and Gumble, Noddy in Toyland)

Sniff – Warwick Davis (Harry Potter, Star Wars, Life’s Too Short)

Little My – Bel Powley (The Diary of a Teenage Girl, A Royal Night Out, Carrie Pilby)

Snufkin – Edvin Endre (Eddie the Eagle, Vikings, Nameja gredzens)

Ninny – Mayumi Kawai

Teety-Woo – Matt Lucas (Bridesmaids, Doctor Who, Little Britain)

Too-Ticky – Katie Leung (Harry Potter)

Misabel – Rebecca Root (The Danish Girl, Boy Meets Girl)

Mymble – Jennifer Saunders (Absolutely Fabulous, French and Saunders, Shrek)

Emma the Stage Rat – Alison Steadman (Gavin & Stacey, Pride & Prejudice)

Hemulen (Female) – Susie Brann

Hemulen (Male) – Joe Wilkinson (Rovers, Miranda, Him & Her)

Mrs Fillyjonk – Kate Winslet (Titanic, Revolutionary Road, The Reader)

The Muskrat – Will Self (Shooting Stars, author of Phone and Sky Arts drama The Minor Character)

The Ghost – Richard Ayoade (The IT Crowd, presenter of Travel Man & Crystal Maze)

#moominvalley #moomins #tove jansson #moomin #moominvalley sky one #the old one has such nostalgia for me #but I'm pretty excited about this #also richard ayoade as the ghost?? yes please

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donutz · 2 months

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Regretevator fanfics, oneshots, etc—☆!

Requests✦!

A-M☆!

ApR1L F00Lz 3VeN7!!

Bive x reader

DrRetro x reader

Gnarpy x reader

Gregoriah x reader

Infected x reader

Lampert x reader

Mach x reader

Mark x reader

N-Z☆!

Pest x reader

Pilby x reader

Poob x reader

Reddy x reader

Split x reader

Spud! x reader

SwibbleDib x reader

The Cashier x reader

Wallter x reader

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gorpiepng · 2 months

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📌 rules, guidelines, etc

⚠️ THIS IS AN X READER BLOG ONLY ⚠️

PRO/COMSHIPPERS & NSFW/KINK/FETISH ACCOUNTS DNI

I will happily write; fluff, angst, crack, or any sfw genres! various tropes, polyamorous & queerplatonic relationships, almost anything :] oh i write for everyone too that is currently in the game!!!

I refuse to write; smut/nsfw/nsfl, kink or fetish content, pregnancy (yes it had to be said), character x character only, personalized/specific readers, -18 with romance (as a safety precaution sorry). any proshipper-like dynamics

Notes/other; i do not write for personalized/specific readers (gender, specific physical attributes like weight/hair color/etc) because i want my writing to be inclusive. HOWEVER i can make an exception for disabilities! i typically get multiple requests at once so please don’t be upset if you don’t see yours, i pick and choose the ones i want to do the most.

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have any questions? leave an ask or shoot me a dm and i’ll get back to you asap! 💭

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gorpiepng · 2 months

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Hi Hi!! How about Mach or platonic!Pilby with a reader who gives little trinkets that reminded them of them? like they bring them a rock they saw that ‘reminded them of them’?

-🎩

🎩🐛 mach/reader, pilby & reader who gives them little trinkets!

yaaaay another request from 🎩 anon!!. i love that there’s more pilby requests now, i wasn’t really expecting to write for them at all tbh

🎩 mach

regardless of how small of a trinket you bring her, mach appreciates the gesture immensely. it doesn’t seem like she has much space to store the items, but you soon found out she keeps them close in her own personal quarters as a sweet reminder of you. she’ll be a little confused at how something like a rock could remind you of her, but she’s not complaining. it’s cute

since you have the pleasure of visiting new, strange and mysterious places due to mach’s powers, you have a whole fresh selection of strange finds and cute trinkets to bring back to mach. it’s actually a really fun way to discover new life and whatnot, which is a giant plus to your adventures. the way mach’s eyes light up when you bring her back something new is a visual you’ll never dare forget

if mach’s feeling particularly romantic that day, she’ll give you something in return that reminded her of you. it’s not anything too fancy, it’s something she found herself god knows where, but you cheerfully accept it. seeing how happy you were the first time she had done it gave her urges to gift you something every time she saw you.

🐛 pilby

pilby gets so so SO excited whenever you bring something back for them!!! a cool leaf? a smooth rock? a funnily shaped stick? pilby expresses their gratitude every single time you come back with something silly. they love hearing your reasoning for why that specific thing reminded you of them, even if it’s just “ i don’t know lol”

you’re 100% receiving little trinkets back. sometimes even more than one if it’s a special occasion!! you put the idea in their head and now they can’t stop...

proudly shows off their collection of trinkets you’ve given them. mostly to mach, though, who does always listen. sometimes they might carry it around too depending on where they’re going.

just give them anything honestly and they’ll happily take it because they’re just so happy to have such a good friend like you

#regretevator #regretevator x reader #roblox #roblox x reader #pilby x reader #pilby regretevator #mach #mach regretevator x reader #mach x reader #🎩 anon

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gorpiepng · 1 month

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HAIII could u do romantic pilby x butterfly!reader hcs, like they both have a crush on eachother but pilby especially (hope i did this right lol)

🐛 pilby/butterfly reader

ahh tysm for requesting this!!! it’s so cute!! love the pilbsss. and dw, you did it right ^^

whenever you two are together within the confines of the shaky elevator, there’s always an awkward vibe hanging in the air. completely regardless of who else is with you— poob, infected, or anyone else can’t seem to waver that feeling with their upbeat personality. don’t get me wrong. you and pilby have been close friends ever since you made the first move, and it’s nothing short of one of the closest bonds you have on this godforsaken elevator

that being said when you start to notice pilby fiddling a lot more with their hands, their stutter becomes more noticeable, and they seem to go quiet frequently; that’s when you begin to suspect something’s up. normally pilby was VERY relaxed around you, yapping about the cool new finds they uncovered with mach on a different universe, but now it seems like they’re highly anxious about it

another giant giveaway was pilby’s flushed face. their face is as white as snow meaning any sort of blush is highly pigmented against their skin. and around you? it’s hard not to point it out, but you didn’t want to embarrass pilby, not yet knowing what the reason was

you wouldn’t say it directly to their face but you found their mannerisms cute. actually you found everything about pilby… adorable. the way their eyes lit up as they notice you’re in the elevator, the way their fluffy pink bangs poke out of their hat, everything down to the littlest of things. maybe you were a little biased as you were a bug yourself but that’s besides the point. the mutual feelings were all there but the big question was: who’d make the first move?

it started off with you gifting pilby little trinkets and whatnot, trying to get more comfortable showing different types of affection with them. and what you got in return? everything you gave, except x10. anything you give pilby they’ll find a way to give back even more. oh, you offhandedly mentioned something that you want, but are unable to get? the next time you see pilby, guess what they brought you. Just Guess

feeling a little more confident you began to brush your hand against pilby’s ever so slightly, watching them twitch out of the corner of your eye. you’d also brush your wings against them occasionally which they didn’t mind, as they thought your wings were just so beautiful. but any contact has their cheeks burning lol

if you’re not in the elevator with pilby, they talk about you. a lot. thanks to some of your friends who went through the experience, they 100% told you everything pilby said, including a small slip-up pilby made that immediately made them cover their mouth. it gave you the confidence you needed to finally confess

so when you scouted out pilby on their usual floor, flowers in hand, you were surprised to see pilby standing there— flowers in hand. a giddy smile made its way to your lips as pilby began to stutter an apology, utterly embarrassed and flustered at the situation. they weren’t the same type of flowers but having the same idea at the same time was such a weird coincidence

you manage to soothe pilby after a brief moment, exchanging flowers with stupid smiles on your face. they began to yap about why they got you those specific flowers, doing research on finding the best kind for butterflies, but you quickly shut them up with a tiny kiss on the cheek. it was effective immediately

the floor was about to end as your teammates all dash around the room, mach’s wheel having landed on “DEATH.” you wouldn’t be able to hang out with pilby just yet, but as you made your way back into the elevator, you glance over your shoulder and see pilby giving you a shy wave, looking as cute as ever now that they’re your partner.

#regretevator #pilby x reader #regretevator x reader #regretevator pilby #ummm i wrote this when i was sick sorry #this was so cute though i hope it’s okay auugh

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donutz · 2 months

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Requests✦![Regretevator]

This post is for requests! They are currently closed though( ; ω ; )

#requests #regretevator #regretevator x reader #bive #split #pilby #wallter #mark #lampert #poob #pest #infected #spud!#reddy #drretro #gnarpy #swibbledib #gregoriah #the cashier #mach

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donutz · 1 month

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— *🎩 Mach x reader headcanons!!

Mach x reader headcanons

— Before relationship

She enjoys your company

Why wouldn’t she?

Other than Pilby, she doesn’t really have anybody else to talk to

Minus family members

You’re a very entertaining person

“Do you use your banhammer to exercise?”

“... No.”

“Oh, so you use just normal exercising equipment?”

“No.”

“...”

She finds your conversation starters to be interesting

Because of her tall height(excluding her hat) she enjoys how small you are to her

Unless you’re her exact height or taller than her, seeing you all tiny makes her… She doesn’t know— Powerful? Yeah, maybe it makes her feel powerful.

She doesn’t feel that way with Pilby, so why is it different with you?

She really appreciates you respecting her boundaries

If you’re more of a touchy person, she can visibly see you trying not to hug her

When she sees this happening, she’ll open up her arms and say, “Here.” As if she’s inviting you to hug her

You run into her arms, all giddy and cheery

As she’s slightly blushing

Making her cold tempered body, more warm rather than chilly

Hm.

Physical affection with you makes her feel vulnerable, especially in a public setting, which is less likely to happen.

Her favorite part of physical touch with you is holding hands

If you’re smaller than her, she likes the size comparison between your hand and hers

Holding and hugging you is… Nice. She enjoys your company.

— In Love

She notices how her slow beating heart beats a little faster when she sees you

Strange.

That’s never happened before.

Not even in wars or battles.

What a strange person you are.

Seeing you happy makes her happy, and seeing you sad makes her sad.

She sometimes catches herself internally happy at you being overly excited

She doesn’t catch herself smiling, no, because it’s kind of.. Impossible.

Or I guess, within my view, out of character.

She writes it down in her very much personal journal

Lately over the days, she’s been writing about you.

Well why shouldn’t she? You make her feel something new almost everyday!

She’s chuckled at your behavior, hugged you, thought about you quite a lot and— Oh my the list goes on!

She’s even told Pilby about you

They very much appreciate Mach telling them such things, and are happy for her

But- Pilby let one thing slip between their lips

And that thing is…

You like Mach too!

Mach went silent, staring at Pilby for a good five seconds

Before she notices Pilby starting to cry.

She reassures them, saying that it was okay

That she’ll go to you to make sure Pilby was right

Pilby just stood there, worried and disappointed in themselves for letting out such a personal secret.

Pilby my baby :O(

— Confessing..♡︎

A letter, no, maybe words?

Though, actions do speak louder than words.

I think they’d find it more serious if I spoke it myself.

Mach takes you to her office to, “Discuss a topic”.

“I, myself, have considered something about you. A feeling. A feeling that makes me feel warm and happy.”

“...”

“That feeling is one I’ve never felt before. I enjoy your company and your nonexistence causes me worry at times.”

“Though you might have figured it out already, my feelings for you are immense. In words that may be hard to say, I love you.”

Hearing those words really made you go silent. Even if your feelings were the same, saying words wasn’t available.

“... Your silence tells me that you are surprised.”

“Oh— Sorry! I do return your feelings!! I was just taken off guard…”

Hearing your words makes my eyebrows raise, and the muscles within my jaw slightly part my lips.

You stare at her, worried you’d put her in a state of shock or something.

“I. Appreciate your reciprocated feelings..” Mach turns her head away when she sees your clueless expression.

I let out a breath, collecting the courage to ask, “Would you.. Like to receive the label as “My partner”?”

You smile at her nervousness, “Ya! Would you like to be my—”

She hugs you, hiding her face away from your view

“Yes. I do.”

It seems she’s too shy to hear the word, “Girlfriend”.

— Together <3

It’s… Awkward between you two.

It doesn’t really seem awkward for Mach, but you’re even more nervous around her presence, as if you two were just strangers!

But you don’t avoid her of course, why would you do that?

Mach enjoys quality time, physical touch isn’t her strong suit— But for you she doesn’t mind♡︎

Most of the quality time you two spend together is you checking out the obbies she creates

If you want to try them, she slightly hesitates but says yes

She watches over you very carefully, making sure to catch you the second after you fall

She’ll never get disappointed at you failing to complete her obbies

At first she doesn’t turn on the fire wall, but if you’re up for a challenge, she turns it on.

She’s smiled at you enjoying her obby many times

If you do complete it, she instantly praises you and talks about your skills

Her favorite times is when you both are watching other players play her obby

She does enjoy cuddling with you, quite a lot actually.

Doesn’t matter if you’re bigger than her, she’s the big spoon

Looking at you sleeping so peacefully is like listening to cat purrs, calming.

Though she doesn’t sleep much, you sleeping somehow convinces her brain to shut off(half of it) for a few hours

If you struggle with sleeping, she’s always there to comfort you

Insomniac? Hey, that’s probably her too

She really can’t judge

She’d never judge you

Most likely anyways, it depends on the situation.

Baking is an activity that she loves to see you do specifically, but baking with you just might be even better.

“Oh— You have some frosting on yer nose!”

She looks at you,

You gesture to lean her head down, as she is quite the tall woman

You lightly grab her face, using your thumb to wipe off the frosting

Then giving her nose a kiss

“There!”

You go back to whipping the frosting, as Mach stands there.

She also goes back to whipping the frosting, looking at the ground so you don’t see her very much red face.

A/N|| I apologize if this is ooc! I was looking at Mach's interaction dialogue and found out she wasn't as serious as I thought.. (-ω-、)

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— *🎩Mach x jolly! reader

ヾ@(o･ｪ･o)@ “Stay jolly love!”

“Jolly?” Mach then smiles at you, letting you see the small dimples on her face(my headcanon); You smile widely as you look at her— somewhat jolly face.

“Ya! Great job!”

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THOUGH you don’t mind Mach not being a smiley person, the process of making her smile is very exciting.

Her little dimples showing up on her pasty face makes you smile, as if you were proud of her.

Before you two got together, she wouldn’t smile as often. Or— You didn’t see her smile.

You were also friends with Pilby! Their sad frown didn’t always ruin your day, in fact it didn’t at all! But seeing them smile would really boost your endorphins! As the jolly person you are.

Mach would notice the times you being the reason Pilby has smiled, which is something only she has done.

You had a great relationship with Pilby too, you’ve never purposefully made them cry, just only wanted them to smile once in a while.

“Mach! Look, look! Pilby's smiling!” You pointed out. Mach quickly looked over, apparently— Wanting to see that rare smile.

Sure, it was wobbly, but it’s still a smile. Baby steps!!

You were grinning so wide, as Pilby saw your smile it made them smile even more; letting out a laugh or two.

You quickly looked at them and back at Mach, giggling from being so happy.

Mach smiled at the both of you, as you saw this, you couldn’t get any happier.

With both of their consent, you pulled them into a group hug, just expressing your happiness for the both of them.

Your positive behavior really did something to her.. Well her behavior I guess.

Just at the right time, she started to feel things for you.

She understood the times that you tried your best to make her smile, and she did. Purposefully, maybe just to see you smile, or to just drop that frown she has on 24 hours a day.

There were many times where she just sat down and started to think about how she herself makes an effort to make you smile.

“Mach!”

She abruptly looked up at the sound of your voice. Her eyes widened from shock. Maybe she was too focused thinking about you.

“Do ya wanna go to the mall!! I wanna get some stickers ‘n stuff :D!!”

Again, it’s that damned smile on your face.

“Yes, I’d love to.”

“Hooray!! C’mon c’mon! I wanna get ya something!!” You reached out for her hand, just too excited to fully contain your cheerfulness.

Mach surprisingly didn’t hesitate as she took your hand to help her stand. Though she didn’t need a cane.

You smiled up(or not) at her, happy she’s comfortable with you.

As you said, you did get many stickers. Mach also got some things too, but most of them were for you.

The thing that you got for her was a snoopy mug!! She finds the character cute(my headcanon) and you thought it’d be a perfect gift! Plus it was 12 bucks!!

You two were shopping around and went into yet another store. You ran off somewhere in the store, like an interested little kid, while Mach was watching you of course.

You slowed down as you saw a section, a card section. You were eyeing all of them, wearing a small smile on your face, until you saw love cards.

Your smile went down as you focused more on those cards.

Maybe you should get one. One for her.

You looked back, wanting to see where Mach was.

Turns out she was right behind you, also looking at the cards. You jumped with a small noise coming out of your mouth.

You looked back at the cards, sighing out as you told Mach how much she scared you.

“Oh. Sorry… Which cards are you looking at?”

Your lips puckered as she asked you that question.

“The uhm. The love cards..” Your voice went quieter while saying the last sentence.

Mach noticed your nervous behavior and looked at you. You didn’t look back at her, just staring at the cards with your shoulders tense.

“Love cards? How come?”

‘Shoot! Think of an excuse!!’

“I uh— Y’know Valentine’s Day ‘n stuff!! I just want to.. Decorate and stuff!!”

“You can decorate with love cards? How?”

“Well, you can like.. Glue them on the wall.. ‘N stuff…”

Mach lowered herself more towards you, turning her head to you in order to initiate eye contact.

Seeing that she was so close to you, you jumped again as you made eye contact with her.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“... N-No…”

“M..” You lightly whimpered, too nervous to say anything.

Mach finally got out of her trance, fully standing up as she somewhat noticed the stares you two received.

“Have you found everything you wanted?”

“OH! Uh– No actually! I did want some chips!” You lightened up, as if that nervous demeanor you wore on your face never was there.

You rushed over to the chips section, while Mach was looking at you.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Throughout the week Mach has gotten more.. Bold?

Getting close to you and sometimes she herself even comes into contact with you. Not like pushing, I mean holding hands, that’s all really. She doesn’t want to come off as too strong.

Valentine’s Day.

What should I get for her|them?

A card?

No, it has to be something like— Really cool!!

A pet maybe?

Hm. Probably not.

Maybe a confession! Yeah what a great gift!!

Wait what did I say?

Yes, you two did end up confessing to each other, but that wasn’t the only gifts you both received.

Movie date night! Candy and chips!

Mach wasn’t much of a candy person, but not all of them are sweet.

And y’know, she could maybe have a sweet tooth. For how sweet you are♡

A/N|| Mach motivates me to write little by little

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