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luvfy0dor · 1 month

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“You Know That I'm Obsessed With Your Body ♡⁠˖” BSD Men x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ Chuuya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Sigma, H.P. Lovecraft

Warnings; Suggestive, kisses, hickeys, bite marks, allusions to self harm (Dazai), sh scars (Dazai), prolly a little ooc

Description; BSD men and their physical attributes

A/n; CAS lyric title!!! But I cannot bring myself to write reqs RN so............but guys i actually talked to a guy OMG never thought I'd have big enough balls but I got his ig ^w^

⑅Chuuya Nakahara⑅

Chuuyas arms are beautiful to you, they're not insanely buff and they're not thin, but at a perfect equilibrium. They're decorated with intricate tattoos and beautiful colors, and sometimes small dotted lines left by your teeth or maroon spots formed by your love and passion for each other. You loved feeling them wrap around your torso or waist with him leaning his head against your back, letting all the thoughts in his mind flow from his mouth like a waterfall. Other times, he'd hang his arms over your shoulders, letting you feel his biceps against the nape of your neck, ghosting over the baby hairs on your skin. His arms can carry you too, no matter your weight. If it'd make you feel better, he'd use his ability to help and reassure you that he won't drop you or let you get hurt.

“There we go, darlin', see, I told you I wouldn't let you get hurt. Literally not even the strongest gust of wind could knock me over with you right now, so quit worrying.”

⑅Osamu Dazai⑅

Dazai has such a gorgeous torso, bandaged or not. His skin is soft on contrast to the rough and volatile life he's always lead. The only patches of skin that aren't smooth are the ones that are littered with past scars, whether self inflicted or from other people. When Dazai trusts you enough, he'll ask you to help him take off his bandages before bed, letting your fingers brush over the rigid bumps and sharply inhaling while adjusting to your sweet touch in a new, naked place. He lets you kiss the scars and it helps him feel a little relaxed receiving your acceptance through soft kisses and affection instead of being pitied or shamed for his past. It's not like you encourage it, but you don't waste your breath on lecturing him on why he shouldn't have. It's in the past, so instead you'll offer your support for him now rather than dwelling on what you can't change.

“Mmnn...your lips are so soft on my back, baby...keep going, sweetheart, you know how much I love feeling your kisses on my skin...”

⑅Nikolai Gogol⑅

Nikolais thighs could resurrect a dead man, and you couldn't help but feel the same way every time you had your head between or against them. Occasionally your hands would hold them apart and squeeze or grope at them, feeling the firmness beneath the palm of your hand. The pressure from your fingertips leaves temporary pale spots with every pinch and your teeth and tongue leave red ones in your wake as you kiss, suck, and bite all over his thigh, and he loves it. Nikolai loves the harsh feeling of your teeth clamping around his skin, making him gasp and giggle in excitement with a hand on your neck encouraging you to continue. He's got a higher pain tolerance, so if you like to give lovebites, especially on thighs, he's your guy.

“Ah-! Oh, don't worry dove, it doesn't hurt. You know I have a good pain tolerance! You can keep going, hehe, I don't mind it.”

⑅Fyodor Dostoevsky⑅

Fyodors hands are thin and pale aside from some select spots with higher blood concentration. His nails are bitten down to the quick almost always and his fingers are bony and thin. They rest gently on your hips when you sit on his lap while he types or just relaxes with you, his thumbs rubbing circles into the fabric of either your top or bottoms. Sometimes they'll travel upwards, resting against your midsection and making you shiver from their low temperature. He'd laugh under his breath at your reaction and slide them further up, loving the idea that he has you squirming in his grasp. Otherwise, he'd keep a hand on your thigh, rubbing it out of habit modestly. In public he keeps his hands to himself, but in private his hands have a mind of their own.

“Are they that cold, Moya Lyubov? You'll get used to it eventually, unless you'd like to find your own way to warm my hands up?”

⑅Sigma⑅

Sigmas jawline is so defined and Everytime you look at it, an overwhelming urge to kiss along it bubbles up inside of you. Sigma doesn't dislike it, but he'll act like he does, always squirming and playfully grimacing. Eventually he'll give in though, holding your hand while you pepper soft pecks along his skin. He'll return them all over your cheeks and nose, tickling your skin and making you giggle. You can't help but watch Sigmas fingers trace over his jawline while he's deep in thought about this that and the other, admiring how perfect it looks on him.

“H-hey, knock it off, I'm in the middle of fillin' out papers! I said quit it- huff...fine, just a few though! You're really distracting, you know that?”

Bonus; ⑅ H.P. Lovecraft⑅

His hair is so long and luscious- how could you not want to run your fingers through it while your sleepy boyfriend lays his head in your lap? The upper half is smooth and straight while it changes into silky curls towards the bottom, though they're not the tightest and allow for your fingers to brush through them with minimal effort. He loves the feeling of your hands against his scalp, giving soft hums and groans of a relaxed pleasure. His face has his usual neutrality regardless of how nice it feels to get his head massaged by his lover. He frequently lets you pull it into a ponytail or put it into braids or whatever style you please. He lets you brush it, too, as long as you start at the bottom instead of ripping the brush through his hair.

“Mnn...that feels nice, dear...don't mind if I fall asleep on top of you, I can't help it.”

A/n; I feel so bad for not getting to requests, something like this was the easiest thing to do this week though because I had mock trial comp right after school so i couldn't write anything from 8am-7;30 pm some nights and it was the end of the quarter so i had to focus more on school work.

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candyk0rn · 8 months

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Cuddles : BG3

It’s been a while! I hope you’re all doing great, and I’m sorry for once more going on a forever break lol. But of course, Baldurs Gate 3 brainrot is so real

Before reading: Fluff, headcanons, Astarion, Lae’Zel, Gale, Shadowheart x reader (separate), gn reader

Astarion:

“Oh? I see you still can’t say no to my endless charm..”

At the beginning of the relationship, touches and prodding aren’t uncommon

Anything that can bring your attention to him

It takes a while and a lot of convincing from you that his somewhat risqué touches was not all that pleased you

And eventually he can even process that you don’t just love him for his body

Although hard for him to realize, with your help he can

So after your relationship has really blossomed and grown, his touches become softer, calmer, more intimate

Nights by the crackling fire, you in his lap, his hand massaging your nape

His fingers are dangerously cold against your skin, but there’s a sense of comfort that comes with the chill

Although he will brush off your reassurance as pitiful and unneeded..

Please reassure him omg

For the longest time, he will surely believe you are like all his other conquests,

Seduced by him and his charms

But just small whispers of love into his ear, your comforting touch against his skin

That’s enough for him.

Gale:

“Come with me, we shall rest under the stars tonight.”

I am of the firm believer that Gale is horribly touch-starved, poor man

Taken advantage of by his own Goddess, thinking that that is the best he would ever be able to do

Then when you come along, it all changed

His thoughts about himself seem to change, his standards seem to change, his love seems to change

He cares so much about you, he cannot help but think he is not worthy

That a cursed, unfaithful man as himself could never even breathe the same air as you

But all of his doubts and worries seem to melt away when you two hold one another underneath the stars

Your fingers lovingly combing through his hair as he rambles on about something he is passionate about

Wether it be a book, his expertise in magic, or Tara (lmao)

Others would shove him off as a show-off, annoying, etc

But you are so willing to hear him go on and on, that he can’t help but love you

His index finger instinctively draws shapes into your back when you hold each other

When he’s cuddled up with you, his worries that today might be his last don’t even cross his mind

He’s more worried about you, how you feel, if you’re comfortable

He doesn’t care if tonight is the last night he shall ever see you

He’d rather die tomorrow than live for an eternity never knowing you

Lae’Zel:

“Chk..I do not take part in worthless acts of intimacy.”

Lae’Zel is not much of a ‘cuddles’ person

Like at all…

She’d rather feel the thrill of battle with you, bathing in the blood of your enemies

Her way of loving is slaughtering anyone who even just looks at you the wrong way

But, if you’re particularly lucky, or especially down

She can’t help but..pity you

In her mind, it’s such a disgusting feeling. This ‘love’ makes her weak, but she cannot run from it no matter how much she tries

The most touch you’ll get from her will only occur in private

A hand perched protectively on your hip or waist

Her head slumped on your shoulder when you’re on watch for the night

acts like this, although small

It means so,so much from her

And she’ll kill you if you go telling Shadowheart about how ‘sweet’ she was being last night

Shadowheart:

“My love…ugh. I’m still not used to calling someone that.”

Shadowheart is lost when it comes to you

Not only is she horribly confused that you of all people would love her

She’s confused as to how she’s supposed to love you

Her entire life, for what she can remember, she’s never been shown comfort or remorse

If she did something wrong, she was punished

She doesn’t remember a single moment in her life when she was loved the way you love her

And although grateful, she feels unworthy

Hugs are common with her, of course in private, but common nonetheless

When she hold you in her arms, the pads of her fingers massage your back lovingly, worried if she lets go, you’ll flee

Let! Her! Play! With! Your! Hair! 🙏🏻

And please play with hers omg

At night, she’ll let her hair down and allow your hands to explore her long, black (or white) locks

Your touch sends shivers down her spine, a feeling she’s not used to, but craves so much

She truly hopes that you’ll never leave her, for now that she has tasted your touch,

She never wants that sensation to leave

Thanks for reading!

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abilouwrites · 2 months

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Hihi I was hoping I could request enemies to lovers Zuko x fem!reader?

The reader is a traitor to the fire nation and can bend fire (also a street peformer before she joined the gaang? 👀) 💕💕

Omg getting a request just made my day I love these!!!

I hope you like it 🫶🫶🫶

YOURE STILL A TRAITOR

Id like to say that my life is good, that I’m happy where I am but I’m not. I’m upset and frustrated; but most of all I’m living on the street, preforming stupid acrobatic tricks just to feed myself. I’ve left everything behind. My family and wealth but most importantly someone I never wanted to live without.

I’m upside down when I see them; soft flames coming from the soles of my bare feet. Resting on my forearms and twisting and contorting my body.

“You.” A teenaged girl approaches me and I turn right side up, “you’re a fire bender aren’t you!” She says, “what’s your name?”

“Uh” I stare at her and smile nervously, “y/n Huǒ” I repeat slowly, and quietly. People of the fire nation know the traitor I’ve become outside the walls of the fire nation. Meeting the avatar, going against my friends for his life. All because I believed in something greater than all of this.

“I know you” a boy says, bandana around his forehead, “your grandpa, Yújìn. I know- or knew him” He says

“Oh.” Realization hits my face, “you’re the avatar!” A short girl slaps me.

“Wow way to tell everyone!” She retorts, god are little kids sassy.

“You could teach Aang firebending” Katara says, it’s hard not to know someone’s name when there’s wanted posters all over town.

“I’m good at fire bending but I’m no master” I say, “I thought Prince Zuko abandoned the throne to teach you” I ask

“Well he’s uh.. learning a new way to firebend” Toph laughs a little and I smile awkwardly.

“I don’t bend very traditionally” I reply, “but if it will get me off the streets I guess why not” I stand up straighter and brush my hair out of my face.

“You brought that back?!” Zuko shouts, we’ve had a long history. One that includes a betrothal, and a knife to the gut. He looks at me with disgust which I’m not surprised at.

“I’m a girl. Not a thing!” I cry out, “the only reason I’m here is because Aang needs a firebending teacher because you suck!” I scoff out at him, there’s fire burning in his hands but I never raise mine.

He groans at me, “you’ve always been like this! Even when”

“Zuko I don’t want to talk about that” I warn, there’s a plea in my voice but he accepts that, “it was a long time ago”

“Yeah like it was that long ago” he sasses and I roll my eyes.

“Zuko!”

It doesn’t take long for things to settle down; I’m essentially useless now that Zuko has gotten his bending back. Even if he did it how I told him to do it all along but whatever.

The bickering still happens, and I want to throw a knife at him but part of me still loves him. I didn’t hate being betrothed to him as much as I thought I did.

“Did you ever miss us?” I ask him, “after you were banished. I refused to Azula to give away your location and then the Avatars when you wrote me” I confess, “so I left”

“I think. At first I did, but I don’t— I don’t think we would’ve worked together. We fight all the time. I hated you at first. And you hated me” He admits, looking down slightly. He sighs heavily

“Yeah. I guess. But I didn’t really hate- hate you” I admit, “I missed you. I liked knowing you”

He nods, “I did like knowing you too, you’ve changed so much. I mean your fire it’s pink” he laughs

“Maybe it’s from my bubbly personality” I tease, he laughs

“You. Have a bubbly personality!” He laughs and it’s so good to hear, “you were so shy, like if I sneezed too hard I would scare you”

I smile softly, “I’ve changed so much sense I was twelve” my hair falls around my face and he tucks the loose strand around my ear

“What now that you’re fourteen?” He teases softly, his hand lingers behind my ear. But he removes himself quickly.

“Zuko. Im fifteen” I remind him, it’s embarrassing when he says he knows how my heart flutters and I feel weak in the knees.

“I remember, once you turned eighteen we would’ve” he looks away with a blush on his cheeks

“Yeah. Gotten married” I laugh, and I keep laughing because the thought of getting married feels so small and childish to the war we’re supposed to be preparing for.

He laughs; rolling laughs that make me keep laughing. My laughs turn short and wheezy before his face straightens, “are you ok? Can you breathe?” His face turns to me and he smiles seeing my smile. It’s a smile that makes my cheeks hurt and heart race.

“As the Prince of the fire nation. I’m supposed to hate you. Because you’ve betrayed our nation. But as Zuko. As your Zuko. In this moment I don’t feel anything but hate. I feel love for you. A fire that I never want to put out” he tells me, scooting closer to me. I let him cradle my face, “I never hated you”

“I never hated you either” a weak laugh escapes me but he kisses me before it truly develops. It’s a kiss that devours me whole, wrapping itself into my heart and soul.

“If we make it through this. Let’s make good on that betrothal”

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starkwlkr · 1 year

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omg can you write charles reaction to baby leclerc first kindergarten boyfriend and how jealous he would be 🥹🥹

no boys allowed | charles leclerc

in honor of my birthday, here’s one more baby leclerc fic <3

Ruby woke up ten minutes earlier than she should’ve. It was a new school day and she was more excited than ever. While her mom slept peacefully, Ruby was in her bathroom trying to untangle her hair, but each time she would end up with a knot in it. She gave up and ran to her mom and dad’s room with a brush stuck in her hair.

“Mama, I need help. Mama, wake up.” Ruby poked Y/n’s cheek repeatedly until her eyes fluttered open.

“Baby, what? What’s wrong?” Y/n rubbed her tired eyes. She then saw the mess on Ruby’s head. “Oh, baby girl.”

Y/n was alone with the kids since Charles was coming back from Italy for his home race. Mathéo slept in his nursery. Y/n got out of bed and took Ruby to her bathroom to fix the tangled hair.

“Why did you do this, Ruby?” The mother asked.

“Because I want to look pretty for my boyfriend!”

Y/n choked on her own saliva when she heard Ruby mention the word ‘boyfriend’. “When did this happen, Rubes? Does papa know?”

Of course Charles didn’t know. If he did, he would immediately change Ruby to a different school. Even if it was a pretend boyfriend, Ruby was still too young to be thinking about boys in his eyes. Thank god Charles wasn’t home.

“Yesterday he told me he loves me. Papa doesn’t know . . Yet! Can I tell him?” Ruby jumped up and down, eager to tell her papa about her love life.

“Not right now, baby. He’s working. But you can tell me all about him. What’s his name?” Y/n asked as she continued to brush through Ruby’s hair.

“His name is Ben and we’re getting married! Can you be my flower girl, mama? And uncle arthur can give us a ring.” Ruby said. “I want uncle pierre and kika to be at my wedding. I love Kika.”

Y/n chuckled. Ruby reminded Y/n of a younger version of herself, planning out her dream wedding, not having a single stressful moment. Y/n wished her Ruby would stay little forever.

“Okay, all done. Go get dressed, I have to get your brother ready.” Y/n pressed a kiss to the top of Ruby’s head and watched as the little girl ran off to her room. Before Y/n walked to Mathéo’s nursery, she grabbed her phone and texted Charles.

Y/n

Good morning my love. I’m going to take Ruby to school and when you get home, I have news to tell you. It’s important.

Charles

Good morning mon amour❤️ tell Ruby I love her and I miss her. Are you not going to give me a hint? I can’t wait that long

Y/n

Well it’s about our daughter. That’s all I’m telling you.

Charles

You’re an evil woman

I love you ❤️

Y/n

Love you more 🥰

She left her phone on her nightstand and walked to Mathéo’s room where he was not laying awake staring at the ceiling. “Good morning my little boy. Let’s get you ready for the day.”

After both kids were dressed, the Leclerc family was on their way to school. Ruby kept telling her mother about Ben and how good he was at drawing, counting from 1 to 100 and apparently he knew about f1 because of his dad. The school wasn’t that far away from their home so they walked.

“When is papa coming home?” Ruby asked.

“He should be here tomorrow or maybe even today.” Replied Y/n. Mathéo squealed from his spot in his stroller. “You’re exiting to see papa, Théo? He misses you too.”

“I can tell him about Ben! Can Ben come to the race with us? Please mama!” Ruby stopped walking to face her mother.

“I don’t know, Ruby. We have to talk to his parents first.”

When Ruby got to school, she refused to set foot into the classroom until Ben arrived. Five minutes later, a little boy with a Ferrari cap on ran towards Ruby and hugged her.

“Ben! Don’t run! You’ve tripped enough already!” A woman about Y/n’s age scolded the boy.

“Mama! He’s Ben, my boyfriend!” Ruby yelled as Ben put his arm around her shoulder.

“Nice to meet you Ben. I’m Ruby’s mom.” Y/n said to the little boy.

“So I guess we’re in laws?” Ben’s mom laughed. “I’m Clara, Ben’s mom. I’ve heard so many things about your little girl. Were you invited to their ‘wedding’?” Clara asked.

Y/n nodded. “You’re looking at the flower girl.” She joked.

“I’m jealous, Ben told me I have to pay for the whole thing!”

After school, Pascale, Lorenzo and Arthur would always arrive at Y/n and Charles’ house just to spend time together. Ruby absolutely loved it. This time, Charles joined since he had taken an early flight from Italy so when he got home, he found Ruby and Arthur doing some crafts on the kitchen table while Pascale, Y/n and Lorenzo were with Baby Mathéo in the living room.

“Papa!” Ruby threw her crayon on the table and ran to Charles.

Charles let his suitcase fall to the ground. He wrapped his arms around Ruby and picked her up, spinning her a couple time as she laughed. “You didn’t cause any trouble, did you?” He kissed her cheek.

“No! I’m a very good girl. Ask mama and Théo!” Ruby giggled.

“Okay, I’ll ask them right now.” Charles set her down and turned his attention to the rest of his family. “How was my boy while I was gone? Was Ruby good?” He sat next to Y/n on the sofa.

“He didn’t cry at night often, but he did miss his papa a lot.” Y/n passed the baby to Charles. “And yes, she was an angel.”

“Just him and Ruby missed me?” Charles teased.

“I missed you!” Arthur spoke from the kitchen table.

“Anyone else missed me? Anybody?” Charles looked around, ignoring Arthur. “I’m kidding, I missed all of you.”

“Oh! The news! Ruby, want to tell papa now?” Y/n prepared herself for Charles’ reaction. Everyone did.

“What news, Ruby?”

“I have a boyfriend!”

“Mon amour, grab Théo please.”

Y/n took the baby from Charles’ arms and watched his confused face.

“Baby, you can’t have a boyfriend.” Charles said to Ruby. “You’re too young and he is too.”

“But I already made him a card! Uncle Arthur is helping me!” Ruby pointed at Arthur, who immediately dropped the marker from his hands and froze.

“Arthur! Why are you helping my daughter make a card for a boy?!”

“She didn’t tell me it was for her boyfriend.” Arthur defended himself.

“Yes I did. I said ‘uncle arthur can you help me make a card for my boyfriend?’ and you said yes.” Ruby innocently said.

“I thought she was joking.”

Charles shook his head. He knew it wasn’t a real relationship but he still didn’t like the idea of his little girl already thinking about boys and relationships.

“And you haven’t even heard the best part yet. They’re getting married.” Lorenzo added followed by a loud laugh.

“No one is getting married!” Charles announced.

“So you and mama aren’t getting married?” Ruby asked.

“We are married, baby.” Y/n said confused.

“But Ben’s parents got married two times. He told me.”

“So his name is Ben. Where does he live?” Charles asked and before Ruby could answer, Pascale hit his arm. “Maman! This Ben can’t date my daughter!”

“They’re kids, Charles.” Pascale said, bringing in her granddaughter for a hug.

“You’re telling me you’ve never had a girlfriend when you were a little kid?” Y/n asked Charles. Not that he could remember, no he never did that.

“And you had a boyfriend when you were little?” Charles rolled his eyes, and watched Y/n stay silent. “No, someone was your boyfriend before me?!”

“This isn’t about me, now excuse me I have to practice my flower girl skills before the big wedding.”

#formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x you #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #cl16 x reader #ferrari #baby leclerc series #charles leclerc imagine #dad!charles leclerc

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campbell-rose · 6 months

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Alastor Redesign

Omg there’s like over 70 people following me – guys I'm o///O flattered and flabbergasted.

Anyway, onto today’s main event, Alastor. I hate Alastor’s og design, I hate his twig waist and his shoulder pads and the way you can’t see his antlers next to his ears, and his bow tie ugh viv please and his HAIR what even is that??? Not even mentioning that nothing about his design is really like a focal point. There’s no one thing that’s particularly interesting. At least before this he had that cathedral window looking cross on his undershirt that I found interesting. Nothing about his says he’s from the 1930’s other than dialogue.

I wanted him to be in greyscale because that’s the coolest aesthetic, and colored photos weren’t a thing until way after the 30s. Recently I saw jjk, and Jogo’s teeth threw me because at some points I thought he was just straight up toothless. But then when I started this design, that colored tooth look spoke to me. Initially his teeth were yellow to look gross like he never brushes them, but then I was like ‘ayo wait, he’s literally a cannibal’, thus his vibrant red teeth to really pop against his greyscale. Initially his undershirt was white, but I feel like that was too much contrast and white is typically innocence, so by instead having a deep red it shows he’s just straight up bloodthirsty underneath his formal appearance. I also considered it being black, but then he looked like a pastor, and I wasn’t too much of a fan of it. The idea of the red on his design is that it leads your eye down his design to take it all in, with his face being the focus. I gave him glasses because I like the way it obscures his eyes a bit and I imagine they do the anime thing where they glow and hide his eyes. I liked Viv’s idea of sinners having marks where they died, and I slicked his hair back to show it off very prominently. His antlers are larger, I gave him cute lil deer ears. Also, under his suit he is lowkey buff. I feel like a serial killer should at least look physically capable of taking someone down not whatever the fuck viv’s nasty twig men can do. Like, in that comic with the cute sheep girl, when Alastor goes demon mode his body looks so snappable I just wanna like grab his waist in my hands and break it like a twig. I also tried to keep his design simple as if this were for animation, I know pinstripes are complicated and so are antlers but other than that I tried to keep his design basic.

If I were to rewrite him based solely on the pilot, I honestly wouldn’t change a thing. Alastor is a decent character, his voice actor gives him life, the radio filter is cool, and nothing he did made me want to break my screen (ANGELDUST). The only thing I'd change would be his position in hell. Like, viv’s hell is so wack and I hate it, she’s got the princes, then the goetia and the overlords and then sinners and blah blah, it’s a lot to keep track of, not even mentioning the rings and circles thing. I think Alastor should have had dealings with hell as a human, maybe he routinely did sacrifices or something, and he made a deal with the archdemon Alastor and when he died like... uuhhhhhhh. Maybe through connections he’s gained more power? Idk, I just know I hate the idea of his dying and then having like the bestest most powerful demon powers despite not being hellborn. It’s got this mary sue stench. I’ll figure it out, maybe, who knows.

I’m not gonna start rewriting since there’s nothing to go off of and alter yet, so that’s gonna have to wait until the show actually drops before anything concrete happens lol.

Also the sheep girl is a sinner that reoccurs in the show now so sorry I don’t make the rules, you can’t give me a cute sheep girl and try to take her away, I’m gonna redesign her and shove her into the plot as someone looking for redemption at the hotel

#anti vivziepop #vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #alastor the radio demon

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babiesdreams · 7 days

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jaehyun, best friends to lover, so much fluff, hugging, etc (based on my dreams) then one of them confessed. no angst just so much fluff and smut, corruption kink, size kink, choking, virgin reader, dom jaehyun

Omg YES.

My best friend +18 Jeong Jaehyun

Warnings: Virgin fem! reader, corruption kink, size kink, choking, nipple clamps, dom! Jaehyun

The soft melody of the song played in the background, filling the room with a quite distinctive mood. You had known Jaehyun for a long time now. He's been there for you in your darkest moments and you were convinced you were the only person besides his mother to ever see him cry. He had always protected you from the world, taking a rather brotherly attitude around you. You didn't mind it, even after being madly, and secretly, in love with him years ago.

His fingers were carressing your forearm, you both were laying on his bed looking at the ceiling as if it was a starry night full of secrets to unfold. He calls your name softly, to what you answer with a low hum. "Do you like the song?" He asks and yo suddenly remember how he'd been begging for you to listen to it but he had to actually play it in front of you for it to happen. "It's totally my style" You admit with a smile. He sits up and turns to look at you.

"See I told you. You never listen to me, but I am always right" You roll your eyes. "I wouldn't say always" You say in a sarcastic tone with a smirk. His brow raises at your bluntness. "Oh yeah?" His hands reach for your tummy and he starts tickling you. It is so sudden that you cannot avoid the loud laughter to come out of you.

"Stop" You say in between laughs. Your hands reach for his, making him fall over you when you pull them away from your belly. He stops himself from actually laying his whole body weight on you. His dark eyes stare deeply into yours and for the first time in years, you feel like your heart is beating just so that you can keep looking at him for longer.

He pauses, seemingly contemplating the deepest secrets of he world. Unable to speak a word nor move an inch. You open your mouth to say something but he's faster. "I love you" He whispers. All your thoughts get brushed away like dust on an old bookbeing blown away by a soft blow. You remain silent, trying to process the three simple words that repeat themselves in your head. He loves you. He loves me. You think.

His eyes look desperately for a sign of a share feeling inside your heart. He starts moving away from you. "I'm sorry... I" He starts explaining while sitting on the edge of the bed. You stay in your position, wondering how much longer would it take for you to fing the strength in your voice and say something. "I don't want things to change. I love you... as a friend." He keeps explaining himself in a monologue that seems to be a complete strange piece to the one you're living.

"Me too" You finally whisper. The sound is so subtle that Jaehyun keeps on going with his endless speech of how his love can be shaped into a strange form of friendship. "I love you too" You say now loudly. His words stop suddenly, he looks at you with suspicion. "If you're saying this to make me feel better..." He starts again and you let out a loud sigh. "I love you from the moment I laid my eyes on you. Ever since you held my hand for the first time I have imagined you holding it while we walk outside a church after getting married. I want you to hold my hand until life floads away from one of us. I love you"

Softly tears start dripping down your eyes. His hands cup your cheek wiping the tears of with his thumbs. There's a silent that makes you feel uneasy. Had you gone too far? "All I ever wanted" He whispers. "All I ever tried was to fulfill every single one of your desires, and for a while I was lost. I didn't know what you truly wanted. But now that I know.... Now that you've told me" He pauses for a second.

The tension stops your heart and time seems to be paralysed as well. His right hand moves from your cheek to your hand. "I'll never let go of your hand" He whispers with a smile. His hand feels gigantic holding yours. You knew, of course, he was taller than you but it had never crossed your mind how big his hands were as well. You stare at it, lifting your hand slowly.

"Are you comparing your hand with mine?" He asks with a cute chuckle. "How come it is so big?" You ask giggling. "Well, because I am big" He replies with a isn't it obvious kind of tone. "Not that big. You are deformed" You say jockingly. "Deformed?" He asks with a lifted brow. You look at him with a smirk on your face, he smiles as well as if he knew exactly what you were going to say.

"Remember what I taught you quasimodo. You are deformed" You say imitating the movie's line. "I am deformed" He replies with a loud laugh. You laugh with him and after a few seconds the silence returns. He looks into your eyes with a rather serious expression. His left hand lifts your chin slightly. It takes him a low squat to reach your lips. When he does, you close your eyes. His lips are soft and gentle guiding you into a slow dance. You lay your hands on the back of his neck.

There's a moment when you swear you're completely unable to breathe, and your heart completely stops. In all this years you had never imagined you'd get to experience a moment like this with him. His lips part from yours, forehead laid over yours. His breaths are heavy and messy. Horror suddenly washes over you when you realize he's needy. "Jaehyun I'm..." You try to explain your lack of experience but he interrupts you. "I know" He grunts.

He stays silent for a moment, only staring into your eyes. "You don't have to" He says and you instantly respond "I want to" He takes a deep breath trying to calm himself down. "I'll be gentle" He whispers but you shake your head. "We both know that's not what you like" As scary as it was for you, Jaehyun was really open about his sexual practices and they were far from gentle.

"It's your first time. I want you to enjoy it" He mutters. You look into his eyes and reply. "I want you to enjoy it too" He chuckles lightly. "I'm not saying we'll do a hardcore session or whatever it's called, but we can try some of the things you like. I might enjoy them as well" you reassure him with a gentle smile. He nods in agreement. "You will have a safe word though"

"I'll just ask you to stop if I need to" He shakes his head while his fingers fix your hair. "You can't use stop as a safe word" His statement confuses you. "Why?" You ask genuenly curious. "Because you'll say stop without really meaning it. It happens all the time" Your eyes stare into his confused. "Just use red" You nod without further questioning, since he's the experienced one.

He grabs your hand tightly guiding you towards his cabinet. He opens up the second drawer and a whole display of whips, gags and all sorts of torture devices overwhelms you instantly. He notices pretty quickly and closes it. His hand reaches for the handle of the third drawer and opens it.

This time the devices are more subtle. You identify most of them from conversations exchanged with him in the past. Some plugs and toys that you were told worked wonders on other ladies. "I..." You start to say, still unsure of what you're getting into. "There is no need truly" He assures you with a soft mutter. "I'll take these" You say grabbing a couple of chained clamps.

He lets out a chuckle. "You don't know what those are for" He says grabbing them from your hands. "Then teach me" You answer stopping his hands fro putting them away. His eyes fix on yours considering whether it is a good decision or not. "Teach me" You repeat.

He takes a clamp on each hand. He opens the right one and puts it on your fingertip. It is not as tight of a grip you imagined. It's rather soft and gentle. He drags his hand along the chain, softly pulling from it. The pressure applied by the device shifts along your finger as it moves until it is pulled all the way off your finger. His eyes don't leave yours at all.

"Did it hurt?" He asks softly, you shake your head in response. "Do you remember your safe word?" He asks while pulling down the sleeve of your dress. "Red" You whisper, suddenly lacking a great deal of air. When the fabric folds over, carressing your naked nipple you gasp. His hand goes back to the clamp, repeating his actions, only this time it grips your nipple instead of your finger.

The sensitivity is clearly shiften. Now you can feel every nerve of the area reacting to the pressure. Although there's some initial pain, slight though, it quickly gets overpowered by pleasure. You bite your lips when his hand starts pulling from the chain. This time you moan when he finishes. He stays quiet, almost too proud to admit he was wrong by supposing you were not ready.

His hand completely removes the dress from you, exposing you almost entirely. This time he does not hesitate to put both of the clamps on your nipples. "Let's test your endurance" He mutters to himself "What?" You ask as he walks away from you and back to the bed. He taps his lap, signing you to join him.

You climb onto the bed and look at him, intrigued. "Why did you open the second drawer first?" You ask genuenly curious. "I should have started from the bottom" He admits with a smile. "What's on the last one?"

"Just condoms" He replies while carressing your hair. "And what's on the first one?" You ask with a hint of horror. "You're not ready for that one" He says with a straight voice. "I want to know..."

"Curiosity killed the cat you know?" He asks raising a brow. "You'll know, when you're ready" He assures right after. "I'm more capable than you think" You reply and in response he pulls from the chain, taking the clamps off in a quick and sudden move. You let out a high-pitched scream. He stays still, waiting to see your reaction.

You grab his hands and guide him towards your body again, but he drops the clamps, limiting himself to carressing your soft skin. He lifts you and drops you right beside him just to climb over you right after. He starts tracing down your belly with his tongue. His arms spread your leg before he reaches your underwear.

His tongue wets the fabric by drawing circles over your clit. You look at him, deeply wishing the fabric would simply dissapear and, just as if he could read your mind, he rips the underwear off with his hand. He moves his tongue skillfully, passing over every inch of your wetness. There's a moment you feel your high growing inside of you, but he stops right before you could reach it.

He removes his clothes in what seems like a glimpse. It happens really quick, his length getting inside of you, the pleasure building up, his breaths carressing you like a soft wind blow. There's a feeling that takes over you, that forces you to move his hand towards your neck. He looks at you before applying pressure. It is a mix of completely new feelings, there's some sort of fear that disguises itself with lust and deep down there's a need. A need that grows stronger with every thrust until you finally let go, shaking under his figure.

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Sarah Meets the Parents - Quinn Hughes x ofc

Photo from Pinterest. Did I crop the brothers out of this photo because I couldn't find any of Quinn with just his parents? Yes, yes I did.

Title: Sarah Meets the Parents

Author: Tory / @tkwrites

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts (OFC)

Warnings: None? If I should add any, please let me know.

Summary: As Requested, Sarah meets Ellen and Jim.

Word Count: 5,300

Comments: This fic has been in the back of my mind for so long. I originally didn’t intend for it to be it’s own Snapshot, but it was heavily requested, so here it is. I hope you enjoy!

fallinallincurls asked: i LOVED your latest quinn & sarah fic and was curious if we’ll get to see sarah meet jack & luke/his parents?? I already know i’d absolutely love that fic so much omg

dasiysthings asked: I seriously hope you’re planning a chapter/s on Sarah meeting Ellen, Jim, Luke and Jack! Because the new one meeting Brady is simply the cutest 🥰

Sarah Meets the Parents

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

There weren't many things Ellen could say she knew for certain, but she did know her eldest son had never been in love.

In high school, he thought he'd been in love as much as a teenager can without the maturity or full understanding of the concept. When he got to college, he dated, but every girl they met seemed to be in his life for convenience more than because of any kind of real chemistry. Then there was the mess with June. He'd been so in lust with her that he overlooked and defended all her actions to his own detriment.

Quinn had been what he thought was head over heels about her. Each time Ellen tried to bring up any concerns, he bulldozed over her worry, explaining away every bad thing June said or did. The only thing he seemed to hear when Ellen brought it up was the, “I like her,” part of the conversation, while brushing aside the follow up, “but I'm worried.”

When they met her, Quinn had been nervous, almost as if he was bracing for the worst. It was a strange thing to hear him talk about how much he liked her, while at the same time acting a bit scared of how she would react to things.

It was terrible to watch him get into that relationship, calling it love when it clearly wasn’t - at least not on June's part - and then after it finally fell apart, having to dig his way out again.

Over the past few months, she'd noticed a change in Quinn.

He called to ask her about supporting someone in grief, but didn’t tell her anything other than he was going out with someone who had lost a parent.

Since then, he’d talk about this girl - this woman - named Sarah every time they were on the phone. She naturally dropped into their conversations about what he’d been doing. After a month, she’d asked him, “Are you dating her?”

“Yeah,” he’d admitted as his cheeks went ruddy over the facetime video, “I really like her.”

Quinn often blushed - that pale skin of his didn’t hide much - but she’d never seen him blush over a girl quite like this. He seemed almost bashful.

He told her how Sarah was in grad school, and how they got along so well. He didn’t always give details, but she could see that he was happy and more settled than she'd seen him in a long time.

When Luke had called to ask her if she knew he had a girlfriend, the only thing that shocked her was that he was using that term before telling her about it. Even more so that he hadn’t told his brothers about her at all.

When she found out the title “girlfriend” had come from Brady and not from Quinn himself, and they talked about his reasoning for holding back from his brothers, it made much more sense.

Coming to Vancouver this time, she wasn’t sure if this certainty would continue to hold true or not.

On the surface, she and Jimmy were coming in to visit Quinn and hopefully see the Canucks clinch into their first playoff berth since 2020. Their first real playoff berth since the mid 2000s. Even with all that excitement, they also wanted to meet this woman Brady liked well enough to jump straight into calling Quinn's girlfriend.

Knowing things in his life had changed didn't prepare her for the shift she saw in Quinn when he picked them up from the airport.

He hopped out of the car and hugged her tightly. “I'm so glad you're here,” he said before hugging Jim and helping him load the bags.

This was the same song and dance he did every time they came to visit, but this time, Quinn had a twinkle in his eye and a spring in his step she'd never seen before. He was even humming on the drive to his condo, despite the city traffic.

They were already in different territory than they’d been with June. Quinn was a little nervous now. She could see it in the tap of his fingers on the steering wheel and the way his left knee bounced, but it wasn't that same kind of bracing nervousness it had been with June. This seemed more like the jittery nerves he used to get before a big game when he was younger. He seemed hopeful.

They talked about their flight and things back home in Michigan.

“Are we still meeting Sarah?” Jim asked. He had a way of cutting straight to the heart of a conversation. It was a skill Ellen had appreciated all their life together.

“Yeah, she's at my place,” Quinn said with this goofy little smile she didn’t see on him very often. “She was making dessert when I left.”

More than just to appease her maternal anxiety, Ellen was so interested to meet this woman who had turned her intense, hockey obsessed little boy into such a love boat.

“I think you're really going to like her,” he was saying.

If she made Quinn this happy, Ellen had no doubt she would.

Glancing at Jimmy in the back seat, she found him watching Quinn with a quiet intensity. When he noticed her gaze, he turned a reassuring smile on her.

When the door to Quinn’s apartment opened, Sarah took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. This was an exciting and joyous occasion. It was also nerve wracking, sad and a little bit painful, and it was okay to hold all those things at once. She imagined welcoming each emotion into her heart and mind like Jenny, her therapist, had taught her. It was better to feel them than to stuff them down.

Treat them as visitors, she reminded herself, no emotion lasts forever.

“I’ll go get her,” she heard Quinn say.

The excitement shining in his face when Quinn came into the kitchen made her smile.

He gathered her into a quick, tight hug, “you ready?”

She tucked her face into his neck for a moment, holding him a little longer to fortify herself.

“Okay, I'm ready,” she took a step back, “I don't have anything in my teeth, do I?”

“No, you're good.”

Taking her hand, he led her into the living room where his parents were waiting, standing in front of the couch.

“Sarah,” Quinn said, finding himself less nervous than he expected, “these are my parents, Ellen and Jim. Mom, dad, this is Sarah.”

The first thing she thought was how Quinn had pieces of both his parents: Jim’s wide smile and thick chest, and Ellen's bone structure.

Ellen was lithe and strong - shaped like a woman who was an athlete all her life, even as an empty nester. Jim looked like a jovial dad - like most of her friends' fathers, like her own too - who played sports when they were younger, but were a bit more relaxed in their later years.

To Ellen, Sarah looked like the kind of girl she always hoped her boys would end up with. She had a kind smile and hopeful, smart eyes.

Quinn was obviously in love with her. He was practically glowing with it. He looked at her like she was the best, brightest thing in the room - like he’d never get bored of seeing her face. She’d never seen him look so lovestruck before. She didn’t know he even could.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Sarah said, extending her hand, “Quinn talks about you all the time.”

Jim took her hand in both of his and gave her a friendly smile. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Ellen bypassed her hand, and went in for a quick hug.

Quinn watched as the surprise on Sarah’s face melted into a smile as they embraced.

Feeling the nervous energy radiating off of Sarah, Ellen tried to put her more at ease. “You're so much prettier than Quinn let on,” she said as she stepped back. They’d seen pictures of her - well one picture of her. The selfie Quinn had shared with his brothers. The photo didn’t capture how blue her eyes actually were or show any of her curvy figure.

“Oh, thank you,” she said, a flush glowing on her cheeks.

The conversation lulled and Quinn jumped in. “Well, dinner’s ready if you’re hungry,” he said, gesturing over his shoulder, “or we can relax for a while before we eat.”

“I’m famished,” Jim said, holding a hand to his stomach.

“Then let's eat.”

As they settled around the table, Ellen took note of the way Sarah helped Quinn bring out dishes before finally settling into the seat on his left.

“So, Sarah,” Jim said once they'd all dished up, “Quinn tells us you golf.”

She swallowed quickly, nodding. “Yeah, my dad taught all of us when we were young. We went every Sunday as a family until I left for college.”

“I bet you’re pretty good then.”

“I’m decent,” she said with a shrug.

Quinn rolled his eyes. “She shot the lights out and beat us all last weekend. Petey included.”

She gave a smile to her dinner plate, but didn’t deny it or try to placate Quinn’s feelings. Ellen instantly liked that about her.

“What does your dad do?”

“Ma,” Quinn cut in, an exasperated look on his face.

Sarah lay a hand over his, “it’s fine.” Looking back to Ellen, she said, “my dad was an aerospace engineer, but he passed away four years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, shaking her head, “I forgot Quinn told us.”

“Thank you, but it’s really fine. I don’t expect everyone to remember - it’s just part of life.”

While Sarah took the faux pa with grace, Quinn was a little embarrassed his mom didn’t remember.

“And you’re getting your PhD?” Jim asked.

“I’m not quite to that level,” she said with a self-deprecating laugh. “Just my masters. You really only need a doctorate if you want to teach and that's not really something I'm interested in.”

“In Marine Biology?”

“Zoology,” she corrected, “they’re similar fields, but we focus solely on the animal kingdom rather than ocean life as a whole.”

“I bet that’s fascinating,” Ellen said.

“I think it is, but I’ve always loved the ocean.”

“So what will you do with that degree?”

“Mostly work in aquariums, but there’s some work in conservation, which I feel really passionately about, so I’d prefer that.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “Ellen, Quinn told me you're working with the national women's hockey team, that must be really cool.”

Ellen had come into this dinner thinking she would have to drive the conversion like she had with most of the girls her boys dated. It was a refreshing change of pace to find Sarah willing to do part of the work.

“Yeah. It's nice to step into that coaching role formally for the first time. It's really amazing to see how far the sport has come for women.”

“Oh, I bet,” Sarah said. “I started following the new women's league after I met Quinn and it's cool to see them play on such a big stage.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I hardly knew anything about hockey when we met. So I started reading articles, and I subscribed to The Athletic, and I know a little more now. It's a whole world I'm still trying to figure out.”

The dedication that showed was impressive.

“You'd never watched hockey before?” Jim asked.

“I mean, I'm sure my dad had it on during the Olympics, but I never paid that much attention to it.”

“Remind me where you're from?”

“Nevada.”

“I bet there weren't many opportunities for you to see hockey when you were a kid.”

“No,” she laughed.

When dinner wound down, Sarah got up to clear the table.

“You don’t need to do that,” Ellen said. “You helped with the meal.”

“You all haven’t seen each other in so long. I’ll take care of the dishes while you catch up,” she said, reaching under Jims protesting arm to lift his plate.

Ellen smiled gratefully at her and tried to think if any of her boys had dated such thoughtful women before.

Glad for a moment alone to gather her thoughts and emotions, Sarah loaded the dishwasher before finishing the tart.

Surprisingly, the sadness she'd expected to feel never came. At least, not as strongly as she'd braced for. It seemed the build up and worry were worse. Instead, nerves sparked and fizzed in her stomach.

Before he'd left for the airport, Quinn had reassured her she didn’t have anything to worry about. While Ellen seemed especially friendly, she had a harder time reading Jim, who seemed to hold his cards closer to his chest.

At the very least, it was going better than when she met her college boyfriend's parents, who outright told her she was too good for their son while he sat across the dinner table. To this day, it was the most backhanded compliment she’d ever been given. It told her so much about his home life and explained the snide remarks he would make when she made a mistake or did something differently than he expected. She’d ended the relationship shortly thereafter.

As she arranged the raspberries, she hoped Ellen and Jim actually liked her, and weren’t just putting on a show to her face.

“I like her, Quinny,” his mom said when he asked what they thought.

He beamed.

“I can tell she’s very driven.”

“Yeah,” Quinn agreed. “I like that about her.”

“I just worry -”

His smile slipped a bit.

“You work in such different fields, and lead such different lives.”

“So?”

“Well, I mean, what happens if you get traded somewhere where you’re not near the ocean?”

“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. I’ve been so focused on making the playoffs,” he admitted. Plus, he had three more years in Vancouver and would gladly stay longer if it was still a good fit.

“Like I said, I like her. She seems really sweet and I can tell you like each other a lot, but I want you to pay attention to some of the things that might not be all sunshine and rainbows down the road. Relationships are about compromise, and I'm worried some of the compromises you may have to make might cause more of an impact than you’re used to.”

“Yeah, those are some good points," Quinn agreed. "I’ll talk with her about it.” He knew this honeymoon phase would end eventually. They were four weeks from the playoffs and three weeks from her finals. The next month would be a test, that was for sure.

A relieved smile slid onto Ellen's face. He was being far more mature about this than he had when she expressed hesitations about June. Some of the worry uncoiled in her chest.

“What do you think, dad?”

“She’s very pretty.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“She’s pretty? That’s all you have to say?”

“I don’t know, Q. I just met her. She’s pretty. She seems very smart.”

Quinn dropped it. His dad would tell him what he thought eventually, but trying to pry an opinion out of him before he was ready was fruitless.

All the same, Jim lit up when Sarah came in with the chocolate tart.

“That looks delicious,” he said. “What's in it?”

“It's a chocolate cream mousse over a layer of caramel in a dark chocolate and almond crust. The raspberries on top help to cut some of the richness.”

“That sounds delicious.”

Ellen took a bite, and felt her eyes flutter closed, “Sarah, this is divine.”

“Thank you. It was my dads favorite.”

Quinn put a comforting hand on her knee.

“It’s going to be dangerous to have this in the house,” Jim said, joking.

“Oh, I can take it to school tomorrow if you don’t want it around,” she offered.

“I’m not sure I’m willing to give it up.”

She laughed, and Quinn shot her a quick, reassuring grin.

“Are you free tomorrow before the game?” Ellen asked when Sarah announced she should probably head home.

“Well, I have class in the morning, and then I’m at the aquarium until three, but I’m free afterward.”

“I was thinking about getting a manicure and wondered if you wanted to go together.”

“Oh, I can’t do manicures because my hands are always in the tanks.”

Ellen felt her hesitations go up. When she had asked June this same thing, June had shot her down, telling her she’d just had her nails done. She didn't seem to catch the subtext of wanting to spend some time together without the boys around.

“But I would love to get a pedicure if that might work?”

“That sounds great. We can do that and then meet Jim for dinner and all go to the game together.”

“That sounds really nice.” she said before yawning, “I’m sorry, I was up at 5 this morning to study for an exam. I’ve got to get home.”

“I’ll drive you,” Quinn offered, slipping a protective arm around her.

He told his parents, who were sharing a silent conversation with their eyes, he'd be back and led Sarah down to the parking garage.

As soon as they were in his car, he asked, “so, what do you think?”

“They’re really nice,” she said. “I can’t tell if your dad likes me or not, though.”

“That's just Jim,” he assured, reaching over to lace their fingers together. “He doesn't like most people when he meets them, but he'll come around.”

They were quiet for a while as Quinn brushed his thumb over her palm. Finally, he asked, "you okay?"

The very fact that he was checking in made her swoon a little.

"Yeah. It actually wasn't that bad. I mean, I miss them, but it wasn't as painful as I expected."

He squeezed her hand, "I'm glad."

"Thank you for checking."

Briefly taking his eyes off the road, he cast a startled look in her direction. "Why wouldn't I check in?"

"I don't know, just," she matched their fingertips together, gently pushing to move his, "it's just really nice to be seen."

He understood that. Sarah saw pieces of him most of the world didn't. With her, he wasn't Quinn Hughes, hockey prodigy. He was just Quinn, and she liked all the quieter parts of him, too.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said as he pulled up to her building.

Leaning over the console, she kissed him goodbye, lingering a little longer than usual.

"See you tomorrow," she echoed once she pulled away.

He watched her walk into the building before driving home.

The following afternoon, Sarah had to race across town as soon as she was off work to make the appointment Ellen had set up at a ritzy spa downtown.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, blustering into the waiting area, “the train was late, and I was…I got here as fast as I could.”

“It’s fine,” Ellen said, giving her a quick squeeze before walking to the desk to let the attendant know everyone in their party had arrived.

They got changed into their robes and were seated in some fancy chairs above marble foot basins. Sarah had never done anything this lavish. She went to get pedis with her mom and sister, but that was always down at the salon in the mall.

“Have you come here before?”

“Only once, but it was so lovely, I’ve thought about coming back every time we visit.”

“It’s very nice.”

Ellen hadn’t failed to notice the way Sarah's eyes popped when they walked into the serene pedicure room. A part of her was relieved she wasn't used to such luxury.

“It’s a little more opulent than what I’m used to back home,” Ellen admitted with a little laugh, “but it’s nice for a special occasion.”

Sarah felt herself relax.

Since the night before, Ellen felt a bit like she'd stepped into some kind of time warp. She'd glanced away from her oldest son, and when she looked back, everything in his life had changed. Even the phone calls and facetimeing hadn’t prepared her for the way Sarah was in Quinn’s life in what already seemed like such a permanent way.

Instead of watching their relationship bloom like she had with Luke and Kylee, who had followed a natural progression that was easy to track as they went from friends, to dating, and now long distance with Kylee already making plans to move to New Jersey when she graduated from Michigan, she was coming into something nearly fully formed.

She was glad for this time alone to get to know Sarah a little more.

“So, tell me about your research.”

Sarah explained about Walter and how the hormone testing was going. She was writing a publication on it for her grant writing class that semester, and hoped to have it published in a scientific journal.

“That sounds really interesting.”

“It is. It’s wild to see how he reacts to those small changes. It’s really rewarding to gather results with such traceable data.”

“I bet. What do you do for fun?”

“I honestly don’t have a lot of free time. Between school and work and spending time with Quinn, there’s not much leftover, but I really like reading, and I like to golf and hike when I can.”

“You don’t do any ocean sports?”

“I surfed casually when I was in Hawaii, but the water’s so cold here, I haven’t picked it up again.”

“You lived in Hawaii?”

“For about two years. I was working with a conservation non-profit. That’s where my love for the ocean really bloomed.”

“We’re going this summer. You’ll have to give us some recommendations.”

They talked for a long time about their vacation. Sarah promised to write up a list of suggestions. Ellen wondered if she might be joining them. Kylee was staying home, but that was because of a prior engagement on her part.

“And Quinn’s been treating you well?” she asked, bracing for the response. Not that she expected Sarah to be totally truthful to her face.

“Oh, yes,” she said, not missing a beat. “He's the best guy I've ever dated.”

“Really?” The realistic side of her never expected to hear that. Ellen knew her sons. She knew how they could be selfish and too competitive and too focused on hockey.

“Yeah. I mean, he gets in his head sometimes, but I do too. I was just thinking last night about how he's just the most caring person. I've never met someone so driven that's so kind and dedicated to the people in his life.”

The sincere look in Sarah's face told her just how truthful that statement was. It was the fulfillment of so many of her motherhood goals all at once, Ellen nearly teared up. “I'm really glad to hear that.”

Sarah smiled, and fiddled with the robe tie around her waist.

“Have you talked to the boys yet?” Ellen asked, even though she knew the answer.

“The boys?”

“My other boys, Jack and Luke?”

“Oh, yeah, we talked over facetime last week,” Sarah said.

“Was it okay?” Ellen asked, picking up on the hesitation in her tone.

“I think so? Jack seemed kind of closed off, which, from the way Quinn talks about him, I didn’t really expect.”

“I think that’s probably Quinn’s fault. He didn’t tell them about you until you met Brady, and usually he would have, so I think Jack’s feeling a little put out.”

“I didn't…why didn't he tell them?” she asked, wondering if perhaps he was embarrassed and wanted to make sure Brady approved before he was willing to share her with his family.

“I think you should probably ask Quinn that, but it had a lot to do with June. I don't think he totally trusted himself after they broke up. Jack will come around once he sees how happy you and Quinn are together,” she assured.

Sarah felt herself blush. Hearing Ellen, even indirectly, acknowledge how happy they were, felt like a mountain climbed, like a battle conquered.

At the end of the appointment, Ellen laughed when Sarah pulled her own sandals out of her robe pockets to wear while the polish dried in lieu of the spa supplied slides she was wearing.

“I have this weird thing about wearing shoes that aren’t mine,” she said, slipping on the Birkenstocks. “I know they’re sanitary, but it’s just,” she shuddered, “gross to me.”

After they changed, Ellen beat Sarah out to the reception desk. Sarah pulled her wallet out but Ellen shushed her gently, “it's my treat.”

“Thank you. That's so nice.”

Jim picked them up and drove to a restaurant near the arena Sarah recommended.

As they settled into the booth, Sarah on one side, and Jim and Ellen on the other, she told them, “I like this place because they have a testing menu, so there’s always something new and interesting. I’ve never had anything bad here.”

They talked throughout. Sarah asked Jim about his consulting job, and he explained what he did and how his coaching career helped him get there. Ellen explained more of what she was doing with the women's hockey program.

Even though it was a bit strange and a big step to have dinner with Quinn’s parents without him less than twenty four hours after they met, Sarah was glad to have some time to talk and get to know them a little more. Jim, especially, seemed more friendly.

At the end of the meal, Sarah tapped her card to the payment device before either of them could jump in.

“You didn’t need to do that,” Ellen protested after the waiter walked away.

“You’re guests, you shouldn’t have to pay,” Sarah said.

Also, she wasn’t sixteen. She didn’t need her boyfriend's parents to pay for everything.

When they got to their seats, Jim made sure Sarah was sitting between them. He usually would have put Ellen in the middle, but if she was, he wouldn’t get to talk with Sarah at all.

He wasn’t blind. He saw the way Quinn looked at her, and knew if he had anything to say about it, Sarah would be in their lives for a long time. He needed to bite the bullet and get to know her now.

They made some small talk, but once the game started, Sarah watched with a quiet intensity.

“You look a little confused,” he said, noticing Sarah's furrowed brow half way through the first period.

“I’m…” she paused, “I am.”

“What are you confused about?”

“I can look it up when we go to a commercial break,” she said, not wanting to be an inconvenience.

“I can answer you questions,” he offered.

“Okay,” she said, “but let me know if I'm talking too much.”

“How are you going to learn if you don't ask?” Ellen asked.

“I just…I don’t want to overwhelm you, or take you out of the game.”

Jim smiled, “we’ll let you know if you ask too many questions,” he assured. Most girlfriends he met would just watch, occasionally making comments. It was refreshing that Sarah wanted to understand Quinn's work so much.

When she smiled at him, he saw a flash of what had drawn Quinn to her. She was very pretty, but those bright, intelligent eyes made him want to talk to her. It was as if he knew she would be smart and interesting before she even said a word.

“Okay, so as I understand it, Dallas is running a 2-1-2 forecheck, right?”

Jim blinked and looked at Ellen, who was mirroring his startled expression.

“Right,” he said, confused as to where this was headed. Usually, when he had to explain the rules to someone new to hockey, their first question wasn’t about play strategy.

“So what I don’t understand is why the Canucks aren’t responding in kind. Wouldn’t it make sense to forecheck man to man?”

“Well, firstly, when you’re chasing the other team down, it's referred to as backchecking.”

“Okay, that makes sense."

He continued, “and it doesn’t always make sense to defend man to man. A lot of it depends on the way the coach wants the team to play."

“Okay, so can you explain the Canucks backchecking strategy to me?”

“You know,” Jim said instead of getting into the very complicated reasoning behind play selection, “when you said you had questions, I expected them to be about icing or something.”

“Oh, I asked Quinn and read the rules,” she said, flipping a hand, “I understand most of them now. I just don’t get the coach's motivation sometimes.”

He laughed, “Welcome to being a hockey fan.”

Some of her worry eased at his laughter. Of course Quinn was right. He knew his own family best.

They continued talking through the game. Jim was impressed with the ferocity at which Sarah wanted to understand. She knew more than most of the girls his kids had dated in the past, but it was fairly obvious she got most of her knowledge from reading. Sometimes, when play went into a gray area, she would make a noise in her throat as if that would scold the refs into calling by the book. Even when Quinn ended up in the penalty box for a cross check most of the stadium was up in arms about, she watched the replay, shrugged and said, “I think that call was probably justified.”

Even though the Canucks lost in overtime, it still gave them one of the three points they needed to get to the finals. The whole stadium was buzzing with possibility and hope.

They all left together and Ellen drove her home. When she kissed Quinn goodbye in the back seat, Sarah tried not to feel like an awkward teen getting chaperoned, as if they couldn't be trusted on their own.

Getting back to the condo, Jim was glad for some time alone with Quinn. These moments after big games were something he cherished now that they happened so infrequently.

“You guys really rallied back in the third to get that extra point. I'm proud of you."

“Thanks dad.”

They talked about and dissected the game over another slice of Sarah’s chocolate tart before Quinn asked, “how was dinner?”

“Good,” Ellen said, “though I wish she would have let us pay. She just kind of swooped in and took the bill.”

“She does that sometimes,” Quinn said.

Truthfully, he always hated when she did. He knew she didn’t have a ton of money, and he had more than he knew what to do with.

When he brought it up, she’d shushed him with a comment about being able to pull her own weight.

“She does it with you too?”

“Yeah, she talks about wanting to balance out.”

It was refreshing to find Sarah so independent. Jim didn’t worry about how she would fill her time when Quinn was on the road, or that she was only interested in him because of deep pockets or a ticket to fame.

“I don’t really know how you got her,” Jim said, “but I’m glad you did. She’s a really great girl.”

Quinn beamed, knowing it was the truth.

“I do think your mom’s right, though. You two need to have some conversations about the future. Set some expectations.”

“Yeah, I’ll talk with her about it.”

"You should invite her to the Reunion," his mom said, almost off handedly.

If they wanted her at the family reunion that summer, they saw the same potential he did.

"Okay, I will."

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sh1-n0bu · 9 months

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Omg hello fellow lumine main!

I don't know if you watched the recent Xiao teaser but i got inspired by it so if it's okay with you can you write an angsty scenario about this:

After fighting with the "evil" Xiao, Xiao feels extremely tired and after walking for a while he bumps into you in a deserted field he then confuses/ hallucinates as if you are his evil self so he starts choking you(?) tries to attack you(?) And no matter what you say your words doesn't reach his ears and he snaps out of it only when Zhongli calls his name when he happened to be passing by

Hope this is not too specific! Feel free to change any part that you don't like and it could end with whatever genre you want whether it's angst or angst with fluff!! Thank you and please ignore this if you don't feel like writing it<33

✿ 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 ✿

characters: xiao x nb!reader

warnings: angst, slight spoilers to xiao’s backstory, hurt/no comfort, fighting, descriptions of blood and canon violence, confession, big ouchies, major character death

notes: just wanna add that the reader doesn’t have a vision! since you didn’t specify the reader’s gender, i went with the “you” pronouns thing. also hiii❗️fellow lumine main❗️(ps: i wanted it to be different but my mitski’s playlist hurt me)

karmic debt is something that all yakshas bear in their lifetime until their timely demise. it is a collection of their evil deeds, of slaying demons, of taking the life of a corrupted being. of tainting one’s hand with blood whether that blood was already tainted or not.

out of five yakshas that guarded liyue and kept the land of any evil, three had died. minds corrupted by their own karmic debts, hearts shattered by the ones they once used to call a family, bodies torn apart, leaving behind only ashes with nothing to bury and reminisce about in the future. while one had disappeared without a trace.

out of five, only one remains.

and that one would sooner or later fall into his own karmic debt as well. it was only a matter of time. however, there was a small glimmer of hope in the yaksha’s tainted heart. a small glimmer in the shape of you.

sweet, loving you in all your glory who first met the legend of a being when he protected you from a mitachurl. kind, gentle you who thanked him later at the wangshu inn with a plate of hand-made almond tofu with a small offering at the side. thoughtful you who kept appearing every once in a while at the balcony, talking out loud to him about your day, your latest travels and business trades, knowing full well he was listening.

passionate you who gleefully accepted him with open arms when he first decided to sit beside you to hear about your day. understanding you who kept your distance when he warned you of his karmic debt, respectful of his wishes.

and the idiotic clumsy you who would sometimes trip over on the way up the stairs. who would smile at him with the same smile, calling out his name with a scratched hand or forehead. who would brush it off as something small and mediocre.

but the yaksha hated that you would always say your injuries are mediocre and “nothing to worry about”.

of course he would worry. you were one of the few people in his life that he held dear in his heart. one of the few who accepted him, karmic debt, dirty hands, tainted heart and all. the only one… he ended up falling in love with.

“if one day, this karmic debt that binds my soul becomes too much and i no longer can tell the difference between friend or a foe, call upon mister zhongli or the traveler. they’ll get rid of me before i can harm anyone” was something that the lonely yaksha would remind you often.

“it’s fine. that won’t ever happen” you would console him, hands weaving a flower crown together from the qingxin flowers he picked up for you.

“because i’ll be there to knock some sense into you” was your sweet promise as you would place the flower crown atop his head with a smile.

he always found it meaningless that you would weave the flowers into something as useless as a flower crown. but he couldn’t bring himself to ever take it off or throw it away, even after the flowers have dried up and he would pick up the fallen petals, storing them in a glass. he loved how even in death, without nourishments, the petals would continue to keep their beauty.

perhaps that’s why he always brought you flower bouquets back. ones made from random flowers. sweet flowers, glaze lilies, qingxin, silk flowers — he always brings back a flower for you whenever you visit. and on certain days when he feels an odd emotion gripping his heart, unable to tear his gaze away from you as you look at the setting sun, his gloved hand would slowly reach out, tucking one of the flowers behind your ear.

“pretty…” the lonely immortal would whisper without notice. only when you glance at him with a smile, would the yaksha realize what he had done, turn beet red and teleport away. too shy to confront his feelings, too conflicted to stay beside you, too afraid of your mortality.

there are so many times when xiao fears for your mortality.

the times when he feels his karma gripping his heart. hand clutching his jade spear tight to the point he fears he would break the weapon. blurry figures in his sight, muffled voices in his ears, an annoying high pitched ringing in his head.

it was just supposed to be another night. another night of keeping liyue safe. another night of banishing demons and abyss mages, mitachurls, what nots.

and yet it drained him so greatly. when was the last time he had ever felt this exhausted? down right almost collapsing right then and there in the fields of liyue? muscles straining, dragging his feet, vision blurry — the yaksha was exhausted.

amidst the chaos of the voices screeching in his head, demanding more blood, more death and sacrifices, xiao finds himself staring back at a familiar mask. his own mask. himself. or what kind of a twisted joke of himself it was.

their speed was evenly matched. spear swings and thrusts sharp, aimed at his weakest parts, the same feeling of adrenaline pumping as he fights against his own self. with some sort of blind luck or fate, the yaksha manages to make his other self kneel. a single plummet of his jade spear to the heart was all it took for the illusion to disappear.

this was a tiring night. xiao just wanted to go back to wangshu inn and collapse in your arms. you always had a soothing presence that quelled the karma in him.

“xiao?” a voice sounds from behind him. turning back to look at the person who spoke the immortal’s name, he finds himself growing enraged. another look alike of himself.

this was getting tiring.

and yet when the yaksha slipped on his mask and attacked, something was weird. this illusion was slower, weaker, never attacking back and he would almost daresay, felt wrong to fight against.

it didn’t took long for the seasoned fighter to leave a nasty cut on the illusion’s side, almost plunging his spear through their ribcage. he’d just have to try a bit harder then.

xiao wanted nothing more than to go back to you. to feel your arms around him. to feel your hands run through his hair, rambling on about your day or just simply choosing to stay quiet. either way, the lonely immortal loved it. he wanted to go back to you. to your loving embrace. sweet smiles. little nods when he whispered about somethings he wanted.

xiao just wanted to be with you.

just your presence alone was enough for him. he would savor the warmth your skin excludes as he sits beside you on the balcony. cherish every little moment you would spend with him. treasure the small gifts and the almond tofu you would make for him.

and yet why was it that such a familiar hand was touching his own gloved one when he finally drove his jade spear through the illusion’s chest.

it was only then the illuminated bird noticed.

there was no second ‘illusion’. there was no need to fight against the voice that called out to him. for it was you. for it was the one person he cherished the most. for it was his beloved that was now bleeding out, blood tainting the tips of his spear, warm hand covering his own gloved one. warmth that was so quickly fading away.

his beloved… that he killed.

taking his spear out, xiao moved quickly to catch your falling body. the warmth that your hug gives him, the comfort he feels now being replaced by the warmth of your blood.

“no. no no no no, h-hang on. i’ll get you to liyue harbor” what was he saying? it was no use. he had already pierced your heart straight through, there was no hope for you. but xiao wanted there to be one. xiao wanted you to stay alive so he can confess to you. xiao wanted you to live, wanted to taste your hand made almond tofu again, wanted to put flowers in your hair.

xiao wanted to spend his tomorrows with you.

“don’t. we both know i won’t make it” your voice calls out. weak, hoarse, tired. you were bleeding. eyes dull, losing life, losing it’s shine. you were dying and it was all his fault.

“please… please don’t go” the yaksha didn’t knew he was crying until his tears landed on your face. even when bleeding out, even when dying, you still smiled. and by the archons, you were still beautiful even as you lay dying in his arms.

“please don’t go. i love you too much to let you go…” the yaksha sniffled, sobs coming out as he holds you in his arms.

it was just like how you two would lay on the rooftops of wangshu inn. watching the stars, the cloud move by, pointing out the shapes as you two enjoy each other’s presence.

except the warmth that came from your body was now the warmth of your blood gushing out, staining his clothes. the smile you used to give him now dead, stoic, almost like a puppet’s forced smile. the bright shine of life that was once in your perfect [color], dull like a matted blood.

“i wanted to spend my tomorrows with you…”

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tarrynightss · 1 year

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Tsu’tey x Reader wherein reader is Sylwanin and Neytiri’s younger sister? Maybe she’s always liked Tsu’tey but he always had eyes on Sylwanin and she didn’t ever want to hurt her older sister by admitting it, and when she died and Neytiri was betrothed to him, she never says anything because Tsu’tey has always expressed his want to be Olo’eyktan. Though when Jake had mated with Neytiri, the role to be betrothed to Tsu’tey is passed on to her? Tsu’tey lives okay after the war 😭 and reader tries to keep herself at a distance because she knows that Tsu’tey would never love her like he did with Sylwanin but Tsu’tey does begin to love her?

Omg the angst 😭 Thank you for sending a request! I hope it’s along the lines of what you wanted!

Pairing: Tsu’tey x fem!Na’vi reader

Warnings: Angst, pining

skxawng = moron

Wiya = damn

Oel ngati kameie = I see you

Nga yawne lu oer = I love you

As the youngest daughter you had always known your place. You were not destined to be the next Tsahìk like your sister Sylwanin, nor were you expected to be a great hunter like Neytiri. You lived a life with less expectations, but that also meant you stood in the shadow of your sisters. You didn’t mind it most of the time, except when it came to Tsu’tey. You watched him from a distance, a shameful longing building up inside you every time he spared you a word or even just a glance. At first he had been destined to mate with Sylwanin, this position later being put on Neytiri after your oldest sister’s death, leaving Tsu’tey heartbroken.

You felt filled with shame when your sister Sylwanin died, all those moments you had brushed her off out of jealousy weighing heavy on your shoulders. You vowed to not repeat the same mistake with Neytiri. You respected her future union with Tsu’tey and did your best to support it, but your sister did not want it. She did not love Tsu’tey, and he did not love her.

It was hard to get past your feelings for him as he was constantly around you and your family. He ate with you, hunted with you. Seeing his face was a daily occurrence. Neytiri would often run off when she saw a chance to, leaving you alone with her future mate. Your heart would beat madly in those moments, every time his eyes met yours feeling so intense. It was all in your head, you told yourself. Tsu’tey had only loved someone once, and that person had not been you.

Ma oeyä tsmukan you called him. My brother. It was an honor and comfort to call another one of the People that, yet the word felt somehow dirty in your mouth when you spoke it to him.

As well over a year passed without Tsu’tey and Neytiri mating, you felt him draw closer to you. A press of his chest against your back while you hunted, supposedly to watch your form, or a gaze that lingered just too long to be friendly. It was too much for you and it sent your mind reeling. What if he wanted you? You could not do that to your sister, nor to him! He had wanted to be Olo'eyktan for as long as you remembered, and so he needed the future Tsahìk, not her spare.

It is not until one night at a celebration that your hope is quickly squashed. You had grown tired after all the dancing and singing, retiring to your hammock far earlier than others. There, watching from above, you observed two figures running off together. As they briefly paused to paw at each other's bodies, your heart froze. It was Tsu’tey, with another woman. It wasn’t uncommon for Na’vi who hadn’t been officially mated yet to take other partners, so that wasn’t what shocked you. The shock came from the realization that all that fondness that he had been showing you lately was very likely linked to this. He had not grown to care for you, but merely wanted to blow off some steam and assumed his future mate’s little sister to be dumb or desperate enough. And you had almost fallen for it. Shame filled you once again and you had quickly turned away from the sight, feeling truly less than for the first time in years.

—

Many things had changed in the last month. Neytiri became mated to Jake sully, a dreamwalker who went from hated by the clan to adored when he returned as Toruk Makto. Your home was destroyed, your father dead, and a once again mateless Tsu’tey had been passed onto you.

The moment you had secretly dreamed of as a child had come to pass, but you did not feel happy. You, the future Tsahìk with the new Olo'eyktan by your side. What a joke. You had not been trained for this role, and your mate to be did not love you. You tried to play the part as well as you could, standing strong next to Tsu’tey and taking care of him when he had been wounded in battle.

It took a while for you to recover from your grief and to adjust to having Tsu’tey by your side, but day by day you felt more like yourself. You could laugh again, chatting with Neytiri as you weaved a basket. She told you all about the simple pleasures of having a mate, about the love she and Jake felt for one another. You smiled and nodded as you listened to her, glad to see your sister finally happy.

“Are you happy with Tsu’tey?” she asked you, and you did not know what to answer.

Tsu’tey was a good and strong man. He treated you with respect, slept near you every night and expressed his affections for you in public. He did his duty. And that was exactly why you couldn’t say yes. Perhaps it was too much to ask, but you too wanted a mate who acted out of love and passion, and not out of obligation.

—

You laid restless, tossing and turning in your tent, yearning to see the night sky. Even after months had passed you still had to grow used to your new home, more hidden away than before. When you turned over you saw Tsu’tey sleeping peacefully about two feet away from you, his normally tense face appearing so relaxed now. You wondered how much longer it would take before he would start coming home late, smelling of another. Neither of you had initiated mating, and you feared he would get tired of waiting just like he had with Neytiri. You just couldn’t do it. You couldn’t be the one to force him into tying himself to you, and you assumed he had lost his bit of interest in you a time long ago.

Sick of your own thoughts, you quietly got up, grabbing your gear to fly out on your Ikran.

The cold breeze that hit you when you stepped outside your tent felt freeing, a sigh leaving your body as you breathed it in. You only got a few steps away from your home before you heard a voice behind you.

“What are you doing?”

Tsu’tey strode up to you with a frown on his face. When he was close enough you noticed the light flare of his nostrils as he smelled you, apparently too fearing you would seek your pleasures somewhere else.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I am going out to fly, I cannot sleep.”

His answer was instant. “I will join you.”

You are certain your displeasure showed on your face, wishing to be alone, but he ignored it. He started walking towards the tree where the Ikrans slept without even looking to see if you were following, knowing that you wouldn’t turn back.

The two of you were checking the saddle straps on your Ikrans when Tsu’tey suddenly spoke.

“Why are you no longer pleased to see me?”

Your eyes went wide as you looked his way, his gaze not meeting yours.

“You used to be happy when I would come over. You would laugh with me, tease me, but now you are cold,” he continued.

His words made your heart sink. You had done your duty just as he did, you did not mean to be cold.

“Tsu’tey…” you started, turning your face away so as to not have to see his pained one. “I apologize if I was cold. I have stood by you and have done what is required, just as you. I would not dare ask more of you.”

Tsu’tey lightly shook his head. Your words confused him. He had stuck to his duty and nothing more because he would not force you to mate with him. With Neytiri he had already acted too brazen, had laid his claim over her too firmly and had been humiliated because of it at the end. He was not going to be the Olo'eyktan who’s mate resented him.

“If you do not wish to be with me, you may leave and choose someone else,” he told you stiffly, catching you by complete surprise.

Your Ikran shrieked above your head, impatient to fly, but you calmed it with your hand, once again turning your attention to Tsu’tey. “I will not. You are my Olo'eyktan, and I will be your Tsahìk.”

His chest visibly rose and fell as he breathed in deeply, the beads in his hair swinging as he turned around to face you. You looked sad, your ears pointed down and brow creased in worry. It was how you looked whenever something around your mating came up. Even when he held you close to him before the clan, he would notice your ears slightly droop, the smile on your face wavering.

“I already had two sisters suffer by being by my side,” he said with a strained voice. “I will not have another.”

Your hand dropped from your Ikran as you shook your head. “That is not fair, Tsu’tey. Neytiri was destined for someone else, and Sylwanin… she loved you. She was happy in the time you had together.”

Tsu’tey visibly cringed at the mention of your oldest sister’s name. He had not sought her out at the tree of souls for many moons now, the last time being to seek her blessing to be with you. Her spirit had assured him that you carried love in your heart, that you would be happy. He prayed to see that be true every day.

“I-“ you bit at the inside of your cheek and forced the words to come out. “I know you loved her too, and I know you will never carry that same love for me.” Speaking your thoughts out loud hurt way more than you had imagined, feeling pinpricks of tears sting at your eyes. “I am sorry if I have been unconsciously punishing you for that. I am trying to make my peace with it.”

Tsu’tey was absolutely taken aback by your words. He stumbled towards you and grabbed onto your shoulders. His expression carried pain and regret, but also a spark of relief.

“Who said I could not love you?” he questioned.

You looked from his hands on your skin back to his face, the shock of his implication taking your breath away. “I- I had assumed so because you never seemed interested in me. Until a few moons ago your future had not been with me.” You put your hands over his. “You have had your future planned out since we were children. I thought you would be bothered by me disturbing it.”

“Disturbing it,” he scoffed and looked at you as if you had gone mad. “You skxawng! My eyes had drifted to you long before they should have. You do not disturb my future. You are my future.”

Your breath hitched as you stared up at him in disbelief. Even your Ikrans seemed to go quiet, the wind whistling past you the only sound around.

“Why… why did you never tell me?” you asked, voice barely a whisper.

His fingers stroked over your shoulders as he exhaled. “It was not appropriate at first, and then… Wiya, I had hoped to tell you now we were to be mated, but your feelings had seemingly shifted.”

You unconsciously shook your head at his words. How you regretted these months of holding back, of being too scared your heart would shatter to pieces.

You raised a hand to cup his face. “Oel ngati kameie, Tsu’tey. Nga yawne lu oer.”

A smile graced his face and he pressed his forehead against yours, repeating the words you had both been dreading. It felt like a weight lifted off of your shoulders, and before you knew it, hot tears started streaming down your face. All of the pain and pressure that had built up the past year seemed to flow out of you, and Tsu’tey held you as you wept. His lips pressed against yours so gently as he wrapped one arm around your waist, the other stroking your hair in a suiting manner.

“I got you, my mate,” he spoke softly as he held you. “We are no longer alone. I am with you, till the end of my days.”

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callsign-dexter · 10 months

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Maverick is a dad?!

Summary: Omg I loved you last fic it was so cute!! I loved how you included the large amount of peer pressure that people in these situations can face and they still stuck with their gut and went to where they felt safe.

I was wondering if I could request another maverick x daughter reader

(background) my cousin is in the military and I attended a gala with him and I saw the cutest thing ever. A soldier holding his sleeping daughter while at the party and my heart immediately was like omg Maverick would so do this!!!

so can I please request one where maverick attends the navy ball with his daughter as his plus one but after some time she starts to get tired. So she does that little toddler whine/cry (not a fit but like they are tired) so Mav starts to think that something is wrong but the only thing he can understand is “I tired” so he realizes that she missed her nap so he picks her up and she falls asleep. So maverick goes through the remainder of the party with a sleeping toddler clinging to his shoulder. Maybe his teammates tease him a little but there wives and girlfriends think it is the sweetest thing ever and just gush to Mav about his sleeping baby.

totally your choice and I love all that you do

have a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night

Pairings: Maverick x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Masterlist

First Installment: Light of His Life

Second Installment: Maverick is a dad?!

Third Installment: Crossing Paths

The Navy Gala was something that Maverick dreaded going to always seeing families together and being happy. He never had anyone to go with always going alone. Maverick never really made friends besides Goose, Carole, and Little Bradley. But when Y/N came along, at just a week old, everything changed for him and his lifestyle, the only people that knew about her were the higher-ups and the Bradshaw family, Carole helped a lot when it came to having to babysit and just being a parent.

Y/N was too young when Maverick came into the custody of her. But now that she was 3 years old he thought it was time for her to attend a Navy Gala. Maverick initially didn't want to announce he had a kid but he knew that he couldn't hide her forever plus Goose, Carole, and Bradley were going to be there.

Maverick got dressed in his dress whites and then turned to his 3-year-old sitting on his bed. He could see her from the mirror so she was never out of his sight.

"How do I look, Sunshine?" Maverick asked her, he started calling her Sunshine because she lit up his world when she came into his life. The little girl looked at her dad and scrunched up her nose, a trait her daddy loved, and closed one eye seeming to think about it. One hand comes to her chin to tap it. Then she smiled a bright smile.

"Good Daddy!" She said in her cheery voice. Maverick smiled at her and went over to her tickling her which made her screech and laugh.

"Thank you, Sunshine." Maverick said pulling back "Now we need to get you dressed." He said and picked her up and walked her to her room and sat her down on her bed. He walked to her closet and opened it. He pushed some clothes out of the way until the mini navy blue dress come into view. He pulled it out and walked over to her with it. "Ok, Sunshine. Time to get dressed." He said and started to undress her. While getting her ready he tickled her every now and then making her giggle. He got her dress on and sat her down "Ok shoes." He said to no one in particular, he went to her closest again and pulled out her white sandals. He shut it and walked to her and put her shoes on her. He then looked at her hair. "Ok, Sunshine. How do you want your hair?" He asked her again she made the face she did when he asked her how he looked, then she smiled.

"Side braids Daddy!" She said and he laughed.

"Ok, Sunshine." Maverick said with a giggle. He picked her up, careful to keep her dress down, walked her to the bathroom, and sat her on the counter. He started to brush her hair gently while making faces at her through the mirror. He put the brush down and started to on the right side of her head, gently pulling her hair out of her face and splitting it into three sections, and crossing them over creating a braid until the back of her head and then bringing it around to her. "Hold that for Daddy, please Sunshine." She nodded her head with a smile and took it from him. He repeated the process with the left side and then took the right braid from her and then braided them together and then the end and tied it off with a clear plastic band. He smiled proud of himself and ran a hand through her naturally curly dark locks. When he got custody of her he immediately started to learn hair and even had Carole to help, she was happy to have a little girl to practice hair on since you can only do so much with a boy's hair. He had to add one more touch, he pulled out some navy blue ribbon, that Carole bought him, and tied it in a bow, exactly like Carole showed him. "All done Sunshine." He told her with a smile and helped her down.

"Daddy, how do I look?" Y/n asked twirling.

"Perfect. You look perfect." Maverick said with tears welling up and smiling. They still had some time to kill but decided to get ready early in case something happened. He was so lost in thought that the doorbell ringing made him jump and made Y/N smile.

"UNCKY GOOSEY!" Y/N practically yelled, that kid loved that man, and took off for the door with her dad right behind her.

"Y/N/N slow down before you trip and don't open the door." Maverick said and caught up with her before she could open the door and picked her up. He opened the door to reveal the Bradshaw family. Y/N made grabby hands toward Goose who gladly took her.

"Goodness gracious, great balls of fire don't you look like a princess." Goose said and hugged her and she giggled. He put her down and she ran to Carole and she hugged her.

"You look pretty baby. Mav you did a really good job." Carole said and let her go and then turned to Bradley and hugged him and he returned it.

"Thank you. You helped a lot." Maverick told her. With all the greetings out of the way. "Ok, let's go." He said and headed outside, Goose, Carole, and Bradley got in the Bronco and Maverick and Y/N got in his Ford Range Rover, he still had his bike but figured he needed an actual car to travel with a kid. He put Y/N into her car seat and they all headed towards base.

They arrived on base around noon, it started at 1, and Maverick’s nerves grew a million questions running through his head. How will his squad react to him having a kid? Was this a mistake? He completed turning around and leaving but a tap on his window brought him out of his head and knew there was no turning back. He got out and got his little girl out of her car seat.

"Hey, Mav you ok?" Goose asked him before meeting Carole and Bradley on the back end of the car.

"Yea just a little nervous." He said still carrying Y/N.

"Everything is going to be ok. We're here if something goes wrong." Goose told him and Maverick just nodded. Maverick put Y/N down and held her hand. They started walking into the building. They got in and looked around Maverick felt Y/N squeeze his hand a sign of nervousness he looked down and bent down to her level.

"It's ok sweetheart. I know it's overwhelming but I'll be right here with you. If I can't be with you then you stick with Carole, Bradley, or Goose, ok?" Maverick comforted her and asked her.

"Ok, Daddy." She said kind of mumbled but loud enough for him to hear. He hugged her and stood back up.

"Mav we need to go say hi." Goose said and Maverick nodded and turned to Carole.

"Go! I got her." Carole said and they both left. She went over to the other wives and girlfriends with the kids in tow. Y/N was quiet never really been away from her daddy. She stuck close to Bradley and Carole. It was nearing 3 in the afternoon when little Y/N started to get tired, she was supposed to have a nap at noon but had woke up a little later than usual. Carole was talking and she didn't want to interrupt since her daddy taught her better than that. She wanted her daddy. When there was a break in the conversation she got Carole's attention and she bent down to her level. "What's up baby?" She asked her and Y/N pouted and mumbled and started to rub her eyes "What was that baby?" She asked one more time.

"Want my daddy." Y/N said and Carole nodded.

"Ok, let's go find him." Carole said and picked her up and grabbed Bradley's hand. After searching for Goose and Maverick she walked to them excusing them when they had to go past people and they finally reached them. She tapped Maverick on the shoulder and he turned around and saw Carole holding his little girl. "Somone wanted her daddy." She said. He noticed her expression on her face.

"What's wrong Sunshine?" Maverick asked her. She mumbled some stuff but nothing coherent. He took her from Carole and Y/N immediately clung to him "One more time." He said and leaned closer to her to hear her and started to pout and cry throwing a fit but not enough to make a scene.

"I'm tired." Y/N said and rubbing her eyes vigorously and then it hit him, she was supposed to have a nap at noon. They had at least another 3 hrs to go.

"Oh, Sunshine. You missed a nap. Go ahead and go to sleep. I'll hold you." Maverick told her and she nodded laying her head on his shoulder and burying her face into his neck and instantly fell asleep. He turned around to finish talking to Goose, Viper, and Jester who all had a smile on their face. They continued to talk until the two older gentlemen were pulled away. As Goose, Carole, Bradley, Maverick, and Y/N all hung out together they heard some whispers but most of all he could hear his little girl's soft snores and her breath on his neck.

Over where Ice, Slider, Hollywood, Wolfman, and the others with their significant others were talking, Ice spots Maverick with Y/N in his arms. Ice slaps Slider several times trying to get his attention until finally he does.

"What?" Slider said while rubbing his arm all Ice did was point at where Maverick was.

"Am I just seeing things or am I drunk?" Ice said not taking his eyes off Maverick.

"Not drunk we're seeing it too. You think that's his kid?" Wolfman asks him not fully believing it.

"Can't be. It has to be Goose's kid." Slider said while their significant others all talked and gossiped about how cute it was.

"No, I don't think so. She looks too much like Maverick." Hollywood said. Sarah, Ice's significant other, cut in.

"Well it's just adorable and I think we should go say and introduce ourselves." She said and all others agreed well except the men. The men didn't have a choice with them being dragged over to the little group. Carole was the first one to notice the large group stroll up.

"Hey, guys!" Carole said to them not worrying about how loud she was since Y/N could sleep through anything, she got that from her father.

"Hey! We thought we would come over and say and introduce ourselves." Wolfman's wife said earning a groan from the others which resulted in some elbows to the ribs.

"Well, I'm glad you did." She said they introduced themselves more like the women to Goose, Maverick, Carole, and Bradley. Maverick tightened his grip on his daughter.

"I'll ask the question we're all dying to know. Who does the little girl belong to?" Ice said getting straight to the point and earning a slap on the arm from Sarah. Goose and Maverick looked at each other with Goose giving him a nod of encouragement.

"She's mine." Maverick said a little defensively and his arms tightened but not enough to hurt her. Everyone was stunned in silence.

"Maverick is a dad?!" Slider pretty much yelled and asked and his jaw dropped.

"Well, she's just so cute!" Elizabeth, Wolfman's significant other said "What's her name?" She asked wanting to touch her but refraining from it wanting to respect the father's space.

"Her name is Y/N Grace Mitchell." Maverick told them as Y/N shifted and turned her head away from her father's neck. She continued to sleep away.

"Why didn't you tell us about her?" Ice asked him and Maverick sighed.

"I figured you guys wouldn't care. I mean we had our own things to worry about, why would you having known I had a kid be important?" Maverick said and everyone's hearts melted, including Ice's.

"Where's her mother?" Slider asked curious.

"Not in the picture. Gave up rights as soon as she was born. She was the result of a one-night stand." Maverick told them. Everyone was silent.

"Did you do her hair?" Holly, Hollywood's significant other, asked in awe.

"Yes, I did. When she came into my life I started to learn hair and had some help from Carole. Her hair is naturally curly so that helped some." Maverick told her and the look of awe on her face was perfect. Y/N slowly started to wake up and leaned opened her eyes and leaned back, Maverick who had felt her move looked at her. "Hi there, Sunshine. Nice nap?" Maverick asked her and she nodded her head. Everyone's hearts melted even more and a chorus of 'aw' came out from all the women. "You think you're up for meeting some people?" He asked her and she made a face but nodded. She turned around and some people she didn't know. "Y/N I want you to meet Ice, Sarah, Slider, Avery, Hollywood, Holly, Wolfman, and Elizabeth." He told her their names knowing it was a lot but knew she was a smart girl and would be able to remember even for her age.

"Hi Y/N. It's nice to meet you." Ice said with his charming smile and she smiled back and hid into her father's neck. Everyone was in awe. Goose laughed and tickled her sides which she giggled.

They stayed together talking and including Bradley, who was now in Carole's arms, Y/N in their conversations and occasionally eating. By the time 6 PM rolled around it was time to go home. Everyone was bidding their goodbyes but Ice stopped them from leaving just yet.

"If you ever need help with her or anything, we're here for you." Ice told him and the rest nodded and Maverick didn't know what to say.

"Thank you, guys. It means a lot." He finally said. They all bid their goodbyes and headed out of the building. Maverick, Y/N, and the Bradshaw family arrived at their cars and Maverick put his little girl in her car seat and kissed her head before closing the door. He turned around to Goose and Carole, Bradley had already been put in the Bronco. "Goodnight guys. I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked.

"Of course Mav! You and Y/N are always welcome to hang out around us! You know she and Bradley love to play together." Carole said.

"Absolutely Mav. Goodnight." Goose said with a smile. They hugged each other and got in their cars. Maverick looked back checking on his little girl and she was fast asleep again. He backed out after Goose smiling. He was glad she was not a secret anymore but boy was it nerve-wracking to tell. He was glad he had people to help out when he needed it and maybe Ice and the others would give him some more respect now, they had grown some respect when he brought Ice, Slider, and Goose home safely.

When they got home he parked his car and got out and went to the back seat, he unbuckled his little girl, shut the door, and walked into the house after unlocking it. He walked in and shut it then walked up the stairs and to Y/N's room. Amazingly she was still asleep, he hated to wake her up be needed to get her changed.

"Sunshine." Maverick said while rubbing her back and she slowly started to wake up.

"Daddy?" Y/N asked and he smiled

"Hey there. I need to get you changed and then you can go back to sleep ok?" Maverick asked her and she nodded sleepily. He went on about getting her changed with little help from her. He then tucked her in and kissed her forehead "Goodnight, Sunshine. I love you." He whispered and she snuggled into her pillow holding her stuffed F-14. Y/N didn't answer already had fallen asleep. He didn't bother taking her hair down but did take the ribbon out.

Maverick turned and walked out of her room cracking the door slightly. He went about tidying the house up and watching some TV until about 10 PM and then started to get ready for bed. He checked on Y/N one more time then walked into his room and got changed and climbed into bed. As he was drifting off to sleep a smile graced his face, he was glad he had her in his life and happy that he has a team to support him. He might've been scared to bring her out into the world of aviators but, he knew that she would have them wrapped around her finger in no time.

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jynxpsiche · 10 months

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OMG SWEETENER IS AMAZING. Loved it. The way Tangerine would be such a good dad, oh man. I'm in love with him.

YES YES YES!! DAD!TANGERINE SUPREMACY🛐🛐

Sweet dreams

part of the “Sweetner” series

💌. Summary: sometimes it’s difficult to sleep when a child has nightmares, but fortunately Tangerine helps the baby in every way possible…

…when Tangerine shows how he’s daddy material.

💌. Warning: fluff, just tangerine being a dad, canon curses. I don’t know many British slangs. English is not my first language!

A gentle silence occupied the entire house, only downstairs could be heard the faint snore of Lemon, sleeping comfortably on the sofa.

The soft moonbeams illuminated the house, making it even more comfortable and reassuring. The cool summer breeze cooled the silent house.

The silence was sometimes interrupted by the rustling of the sheets, caused by the fairly warm night air.

Despite the coolness of the evening, the unique fairly warm air often returned for a visit.

The evening continued quietly. It was deep into the night and the occasional car could be heard on the street. Everything seemed so peaceful, like a paradise on earth.

But even the most beautiful things have an end. It was sudden, nobody expected it, but it happened. The heartrending cry of a child echoed through the house.

A small baby flailed frantically in its cradle, shaking the light blankets with its tiny legs. A groan from the nearest room instantly followed the continuous weeping.

A young couple slept in a room not far from the little one's, faint breaths echoed in the air but that little peace of night was interrupted by sudden crying.

The young woman in the king-size bed softly groaned, starting to move her legs between the sheets. Her hands lazily reached her eyes, trying to remove those traces of interrupted sleep.

She softly yawned and as she was about to get up from the comfortable bed, a strong but gentle hand grabbed her waist, dragging her body close to another.

Her hip made contact with the man's, his hand still clasped on her hip. Her eyes remained closed, but a sweet smile appeared on her relaxed face. Her face lit by the gentle moon.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take care of it” he gently mumbled, his moustache gently brushed her jaw. After leaving a sweet kiss on her forehead, he got out of bed, trying to make the least noise, even though he didn't have to worry about his brother downstairs, who was sleeping like a stone.

With quick steps he reached the nursery, where the baby's cries continued incessantly.

His figure paused only for a few moments in the doorway of the room, a small smile on his lips and his eyes soft at the sight of the child.

“Hey, it’s okay buddy…you don’t need to cry…” he gently cooed, picking the baby in his arms and lulling him slowly.

The little one, once picked up, ceased his crying, but a few cries of frustration still left his small mouth. His eyes watery and on his cheeks trails of salty tears now dried up.

Tangerine held the little one to his chest, stroking his back. His figure involuntarily began to rock from side to side, as if to simulate the movement of a cradle.

“There’s no reason to cry, little lad. Your daddy is here.”

Even though he knew that he was not actually his real father, he could not help but feel a deep connection with the child.

The idea of finding a partner, let alone starting a family, had never crossed his mind. But this change in his life had completely thrown him off balance.

He had never thought he could be a decent father, due to his messed-up childhood.

But that day... on that train...When his eyes rested on the helpless little thing, he had felt something change in him.

His expression always wrinkled when he thought of the child's biological father. How could he have abandoned a new mother and her child?

Child who was also his own flesh and blood.

A choked cry from the child awakened the man from his thoughts and brought his full attention back to the little one.

His body had not stopped moving, noticing how the child was slowly calming down.

Tangerine gently laid the infant's head on his chest, caressing it as gently as if it were made of glass.

It was strange how all his brutality left his body in an instant.

“Ya surely had a nightmare, didn’t you?” He whispered softly. His voice lulled him like a lullaby. A soft noise came from the baby and this pulled a smile on the man’s face.

His big, gentle hand caressed the baby’s hair. “I remember tha’ I always comforted ma brotha when he had a nightmare.” He explained, as if the child could fully understand what he was saying.

“After he always wanted ta watch that stupid cartoon. Said it made him happy.” Tangerine said, smiling softly at the memory.

He was always there for his brother and when he was younger he had always helped him through some difficulty or cheered him up when something bad happened.

And Tangerine could only behave in the same way with the child he held in his arms. “He's just waiting for ya to grow up a little more so he can finally watch that cartoon with you." He snickered with gusto.

His blue eyes rested on the little one in his arms and once again his face softened at the sight.

The child's deep breathing was audible, fortunately he was able to calm down and return to the world of dreams.

Gently Tangerine placed the little one back in his cot, trying to make as little noise as possible.

However, once he was placed on the soft mattress, the child began to fidget, as he missed the warm body of the adult.

A nasal giggle came from Tangerine, but his gaze remained enamoured at the sight of the little creature.

After sitting on a stool, he slipped his hand close to the child, who promptly grabbed one of his fingers, seeking comfort.

When he felt his small, fragile fingers around his hand, his heart tightened from the sweetness of the scene and he felt his body melt.

He had never been used to receiving much affection; the only one in his life had only ever been his brother's playful affection.

But this new addition to his life seemed like a dream, for he thought that never in his difficult and complicated life would he deserve a few moments of domesticity.

Usually, people like him, who kill without remorse, for a living and especially in truly brutal ways, did not deserve even a small amount of joy in their lives.

But Tangerine had been proved otherwise. And he could only be grateful for that.

“I’ll always protect ya, little one” he murmured, his eyes slowly closing in exhaustion.

After a few minutes, Tangerine's breathing was added to the quiet breathing of the child in the room.

The creaking of the wooden floor resounded through the house. Morning had come and the warm rays of sunlight were sneaking in through the cracks in the shutters.

It was still early, you didn't need a watch to tell, as silence still reigned outside.

Light, graceful footsteps quickly descended the stairs of the house. The woman had just woken up and, still slightly sleepy, she walked downstairs quickly, as if in search of something.

When she walked down the last step, her attention fell on the figure lying on the sofa. Light dyed hair peeped out from one end of the furniture and the girl's sleep-dulled mind identified the figure in an instant.

Lemon was still sound asleep, snoring lightly. He seemed to have entered a kind of lethargy.

Her brother had often mentioned to her how, of the two, Lemon was the one who slept the most.

And a sweet smile appeared on his face at the memory.

But if that was Lemon on the sofa, then where was Tangerine?

When he woke up, the other half of the bed, the one in which Tangerine slept, was empty and cold. This meant that he had not recently left the bed.

At first she thought that the twins had left for a new job and that she, due to being too tired, had not woken up to the boy's normal greeting: a soft kiss on the forehead.

Confused she returned upstairs, now left in the silent hallway. Where was he?

Dragging her feet, she headed still slightly sleepy towards her son's room. It was strange that the little one had not yet woken up.

Her feet creaked lightly on the cool parquet, a good contrast to the summer air.

When she reached the doorway her eyes widened in surprise, amazed as she could not believe her eyes.

Tangerine was sleeping blissfully on a small stool, placed beside the cradle.

His hand dangled inside it and the girl noticed a smaller hand clasping the man's fingers.

Without making a sound she approached the sleeping man, a sweet smile was present on her face.

Her hand passed gently through his unruly curls and then placed a light but loving kiss on his temple.

Then in a voice as sweet as honey she whispered gently:

“Good morning, my love.”

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fengkye · 4 months

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☆ᯓ “Do you..want me..to scent you?”

❀⇝ᗩ/ᑎ: hi!!! Omg, this is one of my first posts on here!! I hope you guys like it!! requests r open too! feel free to req!

alpha!ssk, omega!reader (male, fem, whatevs you want!) scenting, ssk being an uncertain alpha, no uses of y/n

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🍙⋆ ★ You felt real bad, bad as in, it was a bit overwhelming to even get ready in the morning. 🍙⋆ ★ It was suffocating, at least, to you, and you thought that it might never end. 🍙⋆ ★ It was yet again, another restless morning. It was quiet. Yet, you felt uneasy still. Like, it was a good life, a mate that loved you, an okay life style, it was a dream for other omegas. 🍙⋆ ★ still, it felt like something was wrong. and it felt wrong to think that. staring into the bedsheets and scrunched blankets as you rose from the laying position you once were at. eyes narrowing into the wrinkles of the fabric under you. 🍙⋆ ★ was Sasuke on a mission again? maybe, what time was it even? you looked over the clock, eyes glazing over the numbers that seemed to shine out "11:42 AM." 🍙⋆ ★ silently, you got out of bed. doing your usual. brushing your hair, brushing your teeth, changing, washing your face. whatever. 🍙⋆ ★ rubbing your eyes as you were walking out the bathroom, soon bumping into a broad chest. the familiar scent of what seemed to be rainwood and a bit of smokey-comfort filled your nostrils. immediately easing yourself in every way. "hey." The familiar deep and subtle voice spoke, as you melted into his arms. your beloved mate caved his muscular arms around your wavering body. "hi." you replied, face muffled into the fabric of Sasuke's chest. taking another deep inhale of his natural scent. rainwood and smoke didn't seem like a perfect mixture, but sure as hell put you into any state of comfort. 🍙⋆ ★ Sasuke was a bit confused, moreover concerned why his omega was so tired. he smelt it in you, he saw it in you, it's been a bit dry how you were. and that wasn't good to the Uchiha. "are you okay?" he asked again, a bit unsure what to do. besides his primal instincts obviously telling him to help you, the alpha himself wasn't one for comforting. 🍙⋆ ★ and tbh, he felt more guilt because of that. (I'M GROVELING AT THE FLOOR DON'T THIN KTHAT HARGRHGRGRRR) you responded with a small hum, nodding your head. your hair ruffling against his shirt as he let nervously inhaled. thoughts racing in his mind of what to do. what would a normal alpha do? his mind clicked after a few seconds, well, it was the fastest and most simple way possible. yet, sasuke felt a bit embarrassed how he was asking--it really made him question his own place as an alpha. 🍙⋆ ★ "do you..want me..to scent you?" he asked, feeling himself become more hesitant with himself. he loved your scent, but he missed when it wasn't so sour and bitter now. ever since you started showing signs of ignorance and small irritated icks. 🍙⋆ ★ honestly, it was a bit surprising at first. the way he was just randomly asking that. you really didn't expect him to ask that, you expected to just take a whiff of his scent and go. "ya.." you replied flatly. letting out a small mewl when the Uchiha swept you up. 🍙⋆ ★ and with that, sasuke took you to your shared bedroom. placing you down gently onto the scrambled sheets that you dragged yourself out of earlier. it felt nice to be back. also made you think that you just got up and got ready for nothing. the alpha carefully shimmied next to you, the bed dipping as Sasuke moved closer to you. to which you caught him by surprise, immediately wrapping your body around him. the room mixing with both of your scents. 🍙⋆ ★ you already felt better. "oh.." he spoke gently, subtle dark eyes closing as he felt you immediately sniffing into his neck and shoulder. close to his scent glands. Sasuke felt a bit awkward since he was the one who suggested this cuddle session, yet you were taking the lead by a bunch. his arms wrapped around you again, soothing your tensed body into relaxation. your scent was perfect to him. he dipped his nose into your hair, taking a big whiff of satisfaction. the Uchiha was happy that he atleast made you feel better. he kissed gently at your forehead, to which you purred at. 🍙⋆ ★ this was truly, truly everything you could've asked for.

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pathetic-sapphic · 8 months

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Omg I saw the one with Viktor with a S/O struggling academically and now I'm curious. Could you maybe do the same with the milfs? If not that's totally fine!! Love your writing omg if I could inject it into my veins I would

Arcane milfs with a S/O who is struggling academically

SEVIKA has never been one for academics. She found that most pedagogical teachings exempt educating and coaching skills which are actually useful in life. To live in Zaun, you need different skills and methods than those that are taught in school. But she finds it interesting to see how passionate you are about your studies and supports anything that makes you happy. However, she notices that your happiness and excitement have dimmed down. You're no longer as eager to attend lectures and you sigh heavily whenever you sit down at your study table. Eventually, she decides that enough is enough and calls you over to sit on her lap. She demands you tell her what's wrong and, as soon as she notices your lip quivering, pulls you into her arms. She caresses your hair and lets you vent, telling you how proud she is to have such a smart and witty girlfriend, how hard you've been working, and that everything is going to be okay. You're her smart girl and no amount of schoolwork can change that. She is more than happy to help you get your mind off of your duties and if you feel as if you need to take a longer break from your studies, she would gladly provide for you and take care of you. Sevika's only goal is to make sure you're happy, safe, and healthy.

''Oh babygirl, I hate seeing you tear yourself apart like this. Who cares if you got a lower grade? You'll get a better one next time, I'm sure of it. Of course you will! You're always working so hard, pouring over those damn textbooks and research papers. I can't even read those while you're over there writing them! There's that pretty smile! It'll all work itself out, baby, you'll see. For now, you deserve some rest, let me spoil you today.''

With how absent she is due to her job, it'll take a while for GRAYSON to realize just how much you're overworking yourself and how low your mood is. At first, she'll brush it off, thinking that you're probably just tired and that you'll be back to your usual cheery self in no time. However, a week passed and nothing changed. It's not until she comes home late one night that she realizes how dire the situation is once she finds your sleeping form at the table. She thought you'd be in bed by now, but here you were, bags under your eyes and coffee mugs surrounding your exhausted form, papers strewn all over your study desk. Grayson gently lifts you up bridal style and carries you off to bed. The next morning, she has a serious discussion with you, she needs you to understand that your health comes first. Grayson is heartbroken when she sees how upset and stressed out you are, she holds you in her arms and listens patiently as you talk through your sobs, mumbling about how you feel like you're behind everyone else and not doing enough. She does her best to comfort you and make you realize that you can't compare yourself to others, everyone has different abilities and needs. And now, what you need most is to rest, and she'll see to it personally that you do so and replenish your strength.

''Darling, would you explain to me why I found you asleep at your desk late last night? I know you have work to do, but you can't keep doing this to yourself. I should have acted as soon as I noticed that something was off, but I thought it'd pass. I'm truly sorry, my love. I had no idea that you were struggling this much. I promise I'll be here for you from now on and help you learn to take care of yourself. You could never be a burden, you're my smart and kind girl and I love you more than anything. You deserve to rest now, just let me take care of you.''

CASSANDRA considers studies and knowledge to be something of great importance and always makes sure that you're equipped with the best materials and best tutors. She often boasts to her colleagues about how smart her darling girl is and makes sure to be well-invested in whatever you're currently studying. Because of her status and intelligence, you have a big fear of letting your lover down. She is rich, smart, and capable, so everyone has big expectations that you must match in order to prove yourself worthy of her. However, you don't think that you're meeting those expectations at all. You have the best tutors the whole region has to offer and any book or research paper you could imagine is right at your fingertips. So why in the hell do you feel so burned out and stuck? You feel as if you've hit a wall, as if there is no more possible progression for you. You feel stuck in place, like something is swallowing you up and you can't for the life of you get out. It all becomes too much one night when you start sobbing over your work, tears soaking the inked paper. You jolt as you feel a gentle gloved hand on your shoulder, whipping around only for your teary eyes to meet Cassandra's worried gaze. You start apologizing as she shushes you and hugs you, gently rocking you and caressing your hair. You'll be okay, she'll make sure of it.

''Come here, darling, it's okay. Shh, don't apologize, you haven't done anything wrong. You've been working so hard lately, I know that. You must be so tired, but it's okay, you can rest now. Don't argue with me, please, my love. I can tell how exhausted you are, it's okay to take a break. Come now, let's have a bath and go to bed, let me pamper you for a bit. You've done so well, beloved.

AMBESSA has had to go through many subjects and studies due to her status and duties while growing up, but that doesn't mean she's fond of them. She prefers doing physical activities over staying cooped up in a study all day. However, if you wish to pursue further academic education, she is more than happy to support it. Much like Cassandra, she financially supports you and tries to check in whenever she can, despite having no such interest in those subjects. But for you, she'd sit through numerous seminars and listen to you ramble about your research for hours with a satisfied smile. She loves seeing you passionate and showing off your wits. Ambessa is aware that everyone has their limit and has expected you to hit your own for a while now. Nothing is perfect and you are bound to struggle eventually, but she is prepared. As soon as she notices you're getting too frustrated with your work, Ambessa sweeps you away to her private chamber, making sure you forget all about your academic troubles. She has you take a steaming bath with her and then cuddles and attacks you with kisses once you're both in bed. She has you sit in her lap as you eat dinner and lays a kiss on the side of your head every once in a while, calling you her hard-working and clever pet.

''Oh, I believe that is enough of that. Come along now, love, there's a bath and dinner with your name on it and it's best not to waste our time. I'm not distracting you, I'm just merely making sure you get your energy back by resting. You've been at it all day, it's high time for you to take a break. Now, be a good girl and listen to me, hm? You know what happens when I get mad. Good choice, my clever pet. Let's go take that bath now.''

a/n: i apologize that my updates have been slow, i'm writing on a broken laptop and i'm a uni student who also works two part time jobs so i'm often too tired or busy to write every day :(( anyways i hope you like this <3 and thank you for the kind words anon!!

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verbenaa · 3 months

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Hi, first thank you for your amazing work!! (and opening requests!) I had an idea for some fluff: after a few days travelling in the Underdark, Astarion misses the sun. To cheer him up, druid (?) Tav takes up his hands one evening and conjures (a soft) Daylight in them for him to enjoy :) enjoy the rest of your Sunday!

𝑎/𝑛: thank you so much for such an amazing request omg!!! this prompt is so fantastic, I really truly LOVED writing it! Also me and my triple earth signs LOVE druids, so I really vibed with that. This ended up being more sentimental than I originally planned, but I think it's really soft and sweet 💕 I really hope you enjoy this! Have a great rest of your Sunday too!!!

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Astarion/gn!Reader, Astarion/Druid!Reader

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: hurt & comfort, fluff

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.2k

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: none, really!

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we grow like ivy, twisting together with vines of the deepest green

Your fingers card through silver curls, the thick waves soft as your fingertips drag through the strands with ease, the motions soothing to you both as Astarion pillows his head on your thighs.

His weight is a comfort after the past few days combing through the best and the worst the Underdark has to offer; a seemingly endless amount of horrors against a world as dark as night, the neon effervescence of glowing mushrooms the only light by which you have travelled.

Your magic feels so different down here. You’re just as connected to the earthen ground beneath your feet as ever, of course; but the lack of sunshine, the absence of the moon’s rays, and of a world full of green always leaves you feeling slightly off-kilter so deep below the surface.

Taking residency in this technicolor world had been a transition for you both, but that was fine; as with the ever-changing beauty of the landscapes around you, you would grow, learn, adapt to whatever seasons this new life with Astarion may bring.

Astarion adjusts his head slightly as he absently twirls a gold piece between nimble fingers as he stares up into the endless black of the Underdark above, his form tense despite your calming ministrations.

“Just where in the bloody hells are they?” He releases the words on the breath of an overdramatic sigh, those elegant features of his that you love transforming into a childlike pout. There’s a frustration in his voice that he tries to smooth over, but you know him better than that by now to not hear it in the slight tremor in his words.

“There’s 7,000 of them, they’re bound to turn up eventually.” Such pragmatic words, though you find yourself wondering more and more with every passing day exactly when that statement would be coming true. You look down on him once more, taking in the tension in his limbs with narrowed, assessing eyes.

“What’s on your mind, Astarion?” The coin falters a bit as it moves from finger to finger, twisting up and over his knuckles. Astarion abandons the sight of the cavernous ceiling above, his crimson irises flitting to your own as he considers your words, rolling over them in his mind as you wait patiently for him to grant you a response, whatever he chooses it to be.

His throat bobs as his mouth opens and closes as he works to find his voice to speak, words faltering as they work their up the elegant column of his throat. You don’t stop the hand that brushes through his hair, letting the constant of your touch be his guiding light as he picks through the emotions weaving through his mind.

“I hate it down here. It’s dark and damp and everything smells positively wretched.” Bitterness coats the words as they fall from lips twisted into a frown. With a flick of his wrist he captures the gold coin in his palm, pocketing it with a swift motion.

Your head tilts slightly as you listen to his words, ears catching onto the way he says the word ‘dark’, spitting the word out as if it were acid on his tongue.

“Astarion” The hand in his hair smooths down over his temple to brush against the sharp bone of his cheek instead, thumb sweeping over his soft skin as you cup his face.

There’s a depth to the sadness that resides in his eyes, unhidden from you as you gaze into those incarnadine orbs, the reason behind this particular bit of melancholy suddenly obvious as you put his words together once more in your mind.

“The sun.” You lips part to say the words so he does not have to, a small nod deeper into the plushness of your thighs the only sign of affirmation he will give you.

“I…I just never thought I would truly miss something I barely ever had, I suppose.” He averts his eyes now, staring at the smooth leather that covers your legs instead. “I’ve lived long enough in the darkness, I don’t understand why it’s suddenly so hard to be without it now.”

You stare down at him momentarily, his words clawing into your heart with sharp talons as your mind whirls through what you could possibly do, what you could ever say to him, when you catch onto something—an inkling of an idea that may grant you both a small reprieve from the impenetrable darkness that surrounds.

“Up.” You smile at him as you bounce your legs from where they rest underneath his head, a small nod of your chin gesturing for him to fill the space across from where you sit. Astarion complies with your request, eyes slightly narrowed as he attempts to puzzle together whatever the plan is that has filled that beautiful mind of yours. He sits close, knee to knee, as he waits for your words.

“Give me your hands.” Your words are gentle as you hold your own palms open in offering, waiting, for him to press his own into your warm hands. There’s a brief moment of hesitation, Astarion’s mind turning over the possibilities of the action, but it passes almost as quickly as it appears, fading into the air around you as he slowly lets his hands rest into your own.

Your fingers close over his own, the warmth of your skin permeating into the chill of his as you turn his hands to face palm up, cupping them gently within your own.

You feel a familiar pull through your body, magic moving up from the ground to flow through your veins, like the greenest of ivy that carpets the ground of the world above the one you now reside. Even down here you are radiant, needing no sun or stars or moon by which to guide the power that winds its way through your soul.

The little ball of light starts small as it burns above your hands; the glow minute as it forms in an undulating circle. It brightens, growing ever so slowly larger in time with your breathing as it hovers there in its brilliance. You channel your energy into the spell, careful to keep the power you allow to flow from you minimal so that it does not overwhelm and instead manifests only as that beautiful, beaming orb. Its warmth permeates the air around you, a literal pocket-sized star emanating little waves of heat outward onto your faces, coloring Astarion with an aura of burnished gold.

Your smile grows as you look onto it in wonder, its radiance a spot of beauty in an otherwise dark world.

“And you have the audacity to say I’m the dramatic one.” He huffs at your sentimentality despite the fondness sticking to his own words, eyes focused onto that little glowing ball of sheer luminosity emanating from both of your upturned palms, the warmth cascading over you both.

His eyes slowly look up to find your own searching his features, the glow of the little sun that shines in your joined palms a balm on both of your weary hearts and you hope that once this moment ends and you have to carry on with reality that a little piece of the afterglow will remain in some form or another.

“We’ll find our way, Astarion. Even if it means having to create our own light to go by.”

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anchoeritic · 1 year

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OMG NEYTIRI IS MAMA.

anyways. can i request reader × neytiri just grinding on each other slowly after a long day? not having enough energy to anything except connect their tsaheylus and just get off on each other

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

— neytiri x afab!reader

— warnings: eighteen plus content, minors do not interact. use of y/n, mentions of blood, pandoran war, gunshots, wounds, violence, casual intercourse.

“YOU OKAY, HONEY?” You brush away the fallen strands from Ney's face, tucking them behind her perked ears. Her response was only a sigh, the tiredness in her expressions explaining it.

Life wasn't easy on Pandora; rebuilding homes, gifting lost loved ones to Eywa, everything was rather complicated after the Pandoran war. Everything the Na'vi had once known, was lost.

“I wish I knew.” Grace is gone, Tsu'tey too. It hit everyone unexpectedly.

Years full of happy and spirit was quickly destroyed by the RDA with unexplainable warnings. Jake -- Toruk Makto, with the help of Neytiri, brought the clans together and fought them off 'til there was no more blood to shed.

Days would end the same now; spoken words to Eywa followed by Ney's sweet whispers to you, telling you how much she loves you.

There were no complaints, but you could tell she was hurting. Often times, she’d come back from ikran rides with swollen eyes like she had just finished crying. It was even harder punch to the gut when you realized you couldn’t change a thing to make her feel better.

“Ney, look at me,” your hands cup either side of her cheeks, holding her face close. The sight of pure exhaustion could be seen right through her pupils, the eye-bags only adding to the effect. “You can tell me you’re not okay.”

Emotions take time, and you’d give her the rest of eternity if she ever needed it.

“You’re hurting. I can see right through you, Ney. I know you’re trying to hide it — I’m not Jake, okay? I’m not a warrior, not even close,” she let out a breath, placing her hands right over yours, covering them entirely.

“I’m your mate…” you continued, “I love you.”

Love. Love wins all, they say. It was hard to believe at first until you almost lost your life to Quaritch’s men in front of Neytiri.

“Y/n!” Blood was pouring out from your side as you tried to move behind the thick trunk of a tree, using the bark as a shield. “Stay with me.” You had three bullets stuck inside, digging deeper into the hole.

“Look at me!” You felt as if your life was finally being given to Eywa; the striking light of your third rebirth seemed like your endgame.

You had no recollection of what happened the days after; waking up in a hammock with Neytiri fast asleep beside your bed, tears staining her blue cheeks.

You just knew you had her to thank for saving your life, and that led to the start of your love story with Ney.

Her next move was completely unexpected but you melted into it the second you realized.

A tender kiss was left on your lips after your words, the hot trickle of her tears steaming from her eyes down to your cheeks, yours being the next to stained.

“Nga yawne lu oer.” (I love you) You warmed into the kiss in less than a few seconds, pulling her face closer into yours to deepen it.

“You are my reason to continue, yawnetu.” (love)

It didn’t take long for your clothes to be taken off by each other, the process going by a lot faster than you thought. You two laid bare against one another, sharing the warmth of each body.

“Please, Ney…” your voice comes out as a whisper, the pleas of her name making her ears perk up in amusement.

“I hear you,” she presses a kiss to your temple before pulling her tsaheylu to her front to show to you. “Go ahead, honey.”

You nod your head, holding yours out, waiting for the two to connect into one; just like how you and Ney do. Beautiful pieces matched to be a puzzle.

Slowly but surely, the two came to be one. The feeling shot throughout your body like a fresh wave of water, the heavy tides of the river, you shivered just the same. It was like your first time all over again.

“Come closer, I won’t bite.” You giggle, wrapping your arms around your girlfriend. “Unless you want me to. You liked it quite a bit last time.”

Her breathy chuckle was follows shortly, the sound bouncing off the trees. “Shut up and kiss me.” She turns you back around, placing you beneath her once again.

You gasp at the sudden change, letting out a soft huff at her. “Fine, loser.”

A kiss was shared and then another, then a couple more than two. Your tongues were practically down each other’s throats, fighting for dominance.

“Let me feel you.” Moaning into her mouth, you wrap your legs around her torso, caging her into you. “Fuck, I need you.”

Her hips slowly started to grind against yours, the friction between your cores making both your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

The bumps against clits had you salivating, crying out for Ney every time it hit the right spots.

“Please, Ney,” you plead with soft eyes, “need to come, please.” She hummed against your lips, moving her hips in circular motions.

“Go ahead, my sweet girl.” She mumbled. “I know you can do it.” She pressed her forehead onto yours, gently nudging her nose with yours.

The last motion of her hips had your throbbing clit ready to hit its climax, standing at the edge, waiting for the final kiss of pleasure.

Like a flower waiting to blossom it’s first petal.

“Come for me, my petal.”

#neytiri #neytiri smut #neytiri x reader #avatar smut #avatar #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #colonel quaritch smut #colonel quaritch x reader

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fatuismooches · 4 months

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Hello smooches! Before I begin, I wanted to say I LOVED your fragile reader story! And I can’t stop rereading everything you write about dottores beloved because it makes me feel so fluffy inside🥹🥹. Though I was expecting a sad ending it still made me cry like a baby and now I wanna fight but also hug you for how freaking talented you are!!! I swear I wish I could write as amazing as you do!

Now back to business, (ANGST) I had this random thought of fragile reader going blind due to their illness. Like it started slowly, so reader would randomly bump into things or trip causing Zandik or the clones to lightly scold them for being so clumsy but also make sure they’re okay. Or struggling to read one of the stories to little zandy due to how strangly blurry the words were.

And once one of the clones who was assigned to check their health, quickly noticed the deteriorating sign of the readers sight. This of course led to Zandik doing multiple tests and scans, coming to conclusion this was part of the disease fragile reader has. Preforming eye surgery on his beloved wasn’t an option either due to how frail their body was and it would cause far too much strain, therefore deemed too risky.

This would of course lead to fragile reader going fully blind and more in an upset state. Now officially no longer able to see those beautiful red eyes of his, or marvel at his creations.

Dottore however, despite being disappointed by this new obstacle, he doesn’t give up finding a cure. Going the extra mile to have fragile reader escorted around the halls of the lab by one of the clones and having them memorize the place so they don’t bump into walls or randomly end up in dangerous rooms. They would even round some of the edges of tables and desks so fragile ready couldn’t hurt themselves by bumping into it and ensuring all dangerous objects were out of the walk way. Though fragile reader wouldn’t be able to go in the lab anymore due to so many sharp objects and tripping hazards they always find themselves somehow inside leading to the clones panic and escorting them back to their room.

I like to imagine zandy too holding readers hand while escorting them around or even foxttore tugging on reader’s leg and leading them back after getting lost.

Dottore or one of the clones would have reader place their hands on his face allowing them to feel every scar and crevice, and brushing their fingers against his fluffy hair. He would even take fragile readers hand and place it over one of his creations (the safer ones), allowing them to figure out what it is.

Anyways have a wonderful year and thank you so much for the Dottore thoughts I’ve been inhaling them in as of it were oxygen. 💝💝

AHHH!! ❤️❤️ Thank you so so much!! I'm really happy you enjoy my Dottore hehe the goal is to make you feel very very fluffy!! >:) Here's my obligatory *hugs you* ofc ewjfbww I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU CRY BUT PLEASE. I JUST LOOKED AT YOUR ART AND IT'S SO DELICIOUS I'M GONNA EAT IT?? I WISH I COULD DRAW LIKE THAT DOTTORE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING?!?! (BUT REALLY YOU'RE ALWAYS WELCOME FOR THE DOTTORE THOUGHTS!!)

But omg this whole brainrot is just... 💔 It's just one of those things you'd never thought would happen to you. Your illness had already taken so much from you, that you thought it couldn't steal anything else... you were wrong of course, fate had never been kind to you. You didn't pay much attention to the developing blurs or black spots, just chalking it up to being tired or whatever. However, the segments are extremely attentive to your sudden changes and don't let anything slip by them. Although this time it is already too late. There is nothing that can be done that wouldn't hurt you even more, and so you lose your visual window to the world. And though the segments and Dottore try to comfort you, what can they say that could make it better? Nothing would ever make up for losing such a crucial part of your life. They can only hold you as you cry about how scared you are to lose them. And how you want to wake up every day to them but now a part of that is taken away, no longer being able to see their beautiful faces.

In the beginning, without your sight, you have the need to either consistently hear Dottore's voice or hold a part of his body to feel reassured, otherwise, you feel terrified and alone. You don't want to be by yourself, you end up falling asleep on a segment or Dottore every night. It's very hard for you to navigate but thankfully your lovers are very patient and understanding. You miss going into the lab and bothering them with the experiments but at the least, you can listen to their voices. Their voices become much more special to you after losing your vision. You really start to notice how each of them has different tones, pitches, inflections... and how these things can change. Since you can't read their expressions or body language anymore. You love each of their voices immensely. And their warmth too... it makes you feel reassured. (They make sure to warm their hands just for you.) Unfortunately, the places you can walk around to are a lot more limited due to the fact that Dottore's lab in general is a whole safety hazard. Good thing is that Zandy is always willing to help,, I imagine he's always the one to read to you now... maybe you can't see his drawings anymore but he always takes your hand and places it over them... excitedly telling you about his childish drawings that you love so much!! Giggles the Puffttores as well... dozens of them crawling up your leg to stop you... they and Foxttore will defend you to the DEATH.

You definitely become a lot more touchy, and the clones won't stop you from touching them all over if that will make you feel better. Aww you guessing his new inventions 🥹 It would totally become a guessing game and he'd refuse to give you any hints! And even though you may not be able to see his beauty anymore, you vow to never forget the picture of him in your head.

#smooches talks #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #zandy bb <3 #when i read this for the first time i just died (for good reasons)#soft... im imagining the fluff where reader gets their vision back nowww 😭#BUT THANK U AGAIN UR WORDS AND THIS BRAINROT MADE ME SMILE VERY MUCH

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