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skzonthebrain · 2 days
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Stray Kids React to Seeing You Scared When Facing a Phobia
"Different scenarios where you have become frightened by a phobia and Stray Kids step in to calm you down in their own individual ways."
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Pairing: bf!Stray Kids x reader
Genre: Stray Kids Reactions | Fluff | Comfort
Word Count: Roughly 200-300 words per member
Y/N: HAPPY 6 YEARS WITH STRAY KIDS!! (It's a day late, but still doesn't change the fact it's been 6 years!) I am so proud of the people the boys have blossomed into, their achievements and the success they continue to grow into. I hope you enjoy this little gift from me to you, and I hope you all have enjoyed your SKZ anniversary! 💕Apologies for being late, I spent over 3 hours looking for gifs last night (I'm picky what can I say) and then woke up this morning wanting to change the topic to be more focused on the emotion of fear.
CONTENT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT
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Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI, bits of angst around fears, pet names: baby, jagiya, angel, love, kitten, pretty
Bang Chan: "I'm right here"
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The moment Chan notices your worried eyes darting around the room and the slight shake to your posture, his demeanor would completely soften.
Chan is a natural protector, it's in his DNA. The moment anyone needs him, he has an overwhelming desire to provide the comfort they need. So you can only imagine how seeing you frightened makes him feel.
It's like his body refuses to do anything else, until there is a smile present on your lips once again.
He'd lower himself so you're face to face, blocking out the world from view to remind you that he is here, he is present and nothing could harm you while he's here.
"Hey...It's alright baby, I'm right here, okay?"
He would glue himself to your side - hand in yours - making sure you feel the warmth emitting from him at all times until he knows for certain you're feeling safe enough again.
'You're safe I promise. I'm not going anywhere.'
Even then his eyes remain on you, monitoring for the slightest chance you might need him again.
Lee Know (Minho): "You know what I do when I'm scared..."
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Minho is observant, he sees the early warning signs that a combination of worry and fear are creeping into your eyes.
He will stare at you intently, waiting for the moment you realize he's watching you. He catches your eye, giving you a small smile to try and reassure you it's okay.
But when that isn't enough and you start to panic, he has already taken long strides to be by your side.
'You doing okay kitten?'
He'd draw you into him, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you steady. His goal of making everything okay clear in mind.
"You know...when I get scared, I picture whatever I'm scared of wearing or doing something silly."
He'd let out a chuckle with you as you take in what he has said and imagine exactly what he suggested.
Suddenly you don't feel so scared anymore, but it doesn't mean Minho will stop hovering around you, just incase.
Seo Changbin: "Come here pretty"
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Changbin looks at you with a pout upon noticing your nervous fidgeting, a quiver on your lip as you begin to work yourself up and lose yourself into fearful thoughts.
"Come here pretty."
He would call to you, arms open wide inviting you to find comfort in his arms, and you'd give anything to move to him, but your frozen in place.
Changbin's pout would grow deeper as you turn away from him embarrassed that he is seeing you this way.
His large arms would encircle you from behind, tugging you closer to him as he morphs himself into your shadow. If you were worried about facing your fears, you won't have to worry about facing them alone.
"I've got you, you can do this. I won't let anything harm you."
He'd whisper reassurances in your ear, holding onto you tightly and giving you the strength you needed to face anything that comes your way.
From the position he's in, it also gives him the opportunity to glare at anything that threatens you, because the moment he's finished checking on you to ensure you're feeling safe again, he's hunting down whatever got you this scared.
Hwang Hyunjin: "Talk to me, angel"
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Hyunjin had already sensed you weren't your usual self, hand in yours as he tried to support you.
Feeling your hand shake in his as you began to feel a sense of dread descend on you, he would quickly rush to stand in front of you taking your other hand in his, cradling them gently with his thumbs rubbing comforting circles over your knuckles.
He'd keep you at arms length, the space between you connect by your hands in his as he grounds you to his gaze, the world around you slipping away into slow motion as you focus on him.
"Talk to me, angel."
He'd encourage you, guiding you away from the situation to take a moment to relax before engaging on what was scaring you again.
"If you aren't ready, we don't have to do this. Just know I'm here for you always. You don't have to do this alone."
Hyunjin would never want you to bottle up your feelings or have to face things on your own. Sometimes these things take time and Hyunjin would remain patient until you were ready to face your fears again.
Han Jisung: "I've got your back."
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Jisung can feel the worry rolling off of you in waves and taking a deep breath, he pulls you to the side and holds you steady in front of him with a firm grounding grip to your shoulders.
"Hey baby. Take a few breaths for a second. It's going to be okay, I promise."
He would rub your shoulders, massaging away the fear as a warm soothing smile graces his squishy cheeks.
Jisung watches you intently as you begin to relax in his hold, focusing on your breathing and calming yourself down.
Jisung is no stranger to anxious thoughts, and he knows sometimes it's better to pause and clear your mind before spiraling out of control.
Once he sees you have sufficiently calmed down, he would fall back into his joyful nature to bring the mood back up, providing you strength through humor.
"I've got your back. They've gotta go through me first remember!"
He'd smirk at you playfully, but there is a sincerity to his words and despite his teasing attempts to lighten the mood by flexing his muscles to appear intimidating, you know he meant it. He'd defend you no matter the cost, even if he was scared himself.
Lee Felix: "We have each other."
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Felix lets in and out a few shallow breaths trying to prepare himself for what you're both about to face. He's nervous, and thinking of the worst case scenarios.
When his arm begins to shake, he realizes it's not him who is causing it, but you from beneath it who's knees are begging to buckle.
His priorities would shift, his focus on wanting to make you feel at ease overpowering his own doubts of what's ahead. And knowing that he isn't the only one who is scared provides some comfort to him.
He would use his arm around your shoulders to tuck you safely into his side, allowing you to seek comfort against his heartbeat, as he would take comfort from feeling the warmth of you against him.
"My love, I know it's scary, but we have each other."
His grip would tighten on you as he wraps his arms protectively around you. You worries melting away as you breathe in his scent.
"I'll be with you the whole time, and at any moment just tell me and we can stop."
Attaching one of his brightest reassuring smiles to his words you finally feel at ease, ready to face your fears together.
Kim Seungmin: "Mind if I go first, jagiya?"
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Seungmin doesn't shy away from tough situations, nor is he scared of facing his fears, but he knows how nerve wracking it can be if you give in to your thoughts.
He can see you nervously fidgeting in front of him, an excuse to remove yourself from the situation on your lips ready to spill out, but Seungmin knows that if you don't face your fears now, you won't ever.
Seungmin wraps his arms securely around your waist from behind you, twirling you around until you both have switched places.
"Mind if I go first, jagiya?"
He would give you a thoughtful smile, rubbing your hips soothingly as he judges your reaction.
Your nerves settle a little at the reassurance of Seungmin going first, but when they are still present Seungmin will press a delicate kiss to your forehead.
"Everything is going to be fine. Watch me closely, I'll show you how it's done."
With a flirtatious wink you watch Seungmin tackle your fear with confidence and watching how easy it is for Seungmin, you realize that you can do this too.
Yang Jeongin: "I'm going to be with you the whole time."
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Jeongin hates seeing you like this. Weary eyes and clinging onto his arm tightly as you try to prepare yourself to face your fears.
He's never been known as the go-to person of comfort before, others in his life stepping into that role so he hasn't experience this feeling of being relied on before.
He would scan his brain, trying to think of anything that could help, but his heart seems to lead the way, his hands yearning to soothe you.
He finds his hand gently brushing the back of your head in a comforting manner.
"I'm going to be with you the whole time."
He finds himself falling into the role naturally, pushing a few strands of hair out of your help seeking eyes with his free hand.
"I know you're worried baby, but think of how proud of yourself you will be once you conquer this. I'm proud of you for even coming this far."
He'd give you a fox like grin of encouragement, pressing a few kisses into your cheek, his love evident for you in his eyes.
Allowing you to take a few deep breathes, he interlocks your hand with his, reminding you that in times you can't guide him through life, he will step up to guide you in return.
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Helloooo ive comeback to give requests :v im sorry if i feel annoying. Can i get the rottmnt turtles reacting to their s/o wearing a bikini? Alsooo thank u in advanced 😅🥰
Their Reaction To Seeing You Wearing A Bikini For The First Time (Fluff/Suggestive)
Rise!Turtles x reader
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A/N: I actually think that our boys are happy that you requested that one😂 Here ya go💚
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All characters are aged up.
Warnings: A little suggestive in some areas, but nothing wild.
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Raphael:
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Raphael's reaction would be immediate and intense, his heart skipping a beat as he lays eyes on you in the bikini. He would be unable to tear his gaze away, his eyes roaming over every curve and contour with a mixture of awe and desire.
Raphael might find himself momentarily speechless, his usually sharp tongue failing him as he struggles to find the right words to express his admiration.
Once he regains his composure, he would offer you a smoldering look, a subtle smirk playing on his lips as he takes in your beauty. Raphael might approach you with confident strides, his demeanor radiating a potent mix of attraction and affection.
He would likely pull you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you possessively as he presses a heated kiss to your lips, unable to resist the urge to show you just how much you affect him.
Raph would compliment you, no doubt about it. His compliments would be straightforward and sincere, his rough voice husky with emotion as he tells you how stunning you look in the bikini.
He might suggest moving to a more secluded spot, wanting to have you all to himself as he indulges in his desire to be close to you. Raphael would revel in the opportunity to spend time with you, whether it's lounging in the sun, going for a swim, or simply basking in each other's company.
He might suggest engaging in some playful water activities together, like a splash fight or daring you to dive off the diving board, enjoying the chance to spend time with you in a relaxed and carefree setting.
Throughout the day, he would steal glances at you whenever he thinks you're not looking, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of adoration and possessiveness, happy that you were his.
Leonardo:
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Upon seeing you in the bikini, his first instinct would be to discreetly take a moment to appreciate your beauty, his gaze softening with affection as he admires your confidence and allure.
Leonardo would initially feel a rush of warmth and affection seeing you in a bikini, admiring your confidence and beauty. He might momentarily feel a bit flustered or unsure of how to react in the first few seconds, but he quickly composes himself, offering you a charming smile and compliments, putting on his famous smile.
Leo will find it hard to keep his eyes off you, but he will make an effort to focus on spending quality time together, whether it's swimming, sunbathing, or just relaxing side by side. But Leo being Leo, meant that he of course will find a way to make flirtatious comments.
He might suggest engaging in some activities together, that somehow will end up with the two of you making physical contact, hopefully making your interactions more and more heated, ending with you and him finding a secluded place you could enjoy yourselves.
Throughout the day, Leonardo would make an effort to show his affection for you through small gestures and thoughtful actions, wanting to make sure you feel cherished and appreciated.
He will steal glances at you when he thinks you're not looking, his gaze filled with admiration and affection as he marvels at the beauty of the person he loves. But if you were looking, he would not look away. Instead he would hold your gaze, before smiling flirtatiously at you, moving closer and plant another kiss on your lips, reminding you of what the two of you had been doing just a few moments ago.
He WILL look for a second chance to get that bikini off of you, mark my words.
Donatello:
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Donatello would probably react with a mix of awe and admiration, appreciating both your physical appearance and your confidence. He might find himself momentarily speechless, his analytical mind momentarily overwhelmed by the sight of you in a bikini.
Donnie would likely express his admiration through compliments, perhaps commenting on how stunning you look or how the color of the bikini complements your features.
He might also suggest taking some photos together, not just because he wants to capture the moment but also because he genuinely enjoys documenting memories with you.
Donatello's gaze would linger on you at any given moment, his eyes tracing every curve and contour with a mixture of fascination and desire. He would want to make sure you feel comfortable and respected, so he would likely approach you with a gentle smile and a somewhat shy demeanor.
Donnie will like to spend time together, a little further away from his brothers, engaging in calm activities that both you and him would find comforting, disappearing into your own little world.
Donatello would make an effort to show his affection for you through small gestures and thoughtful actions, wanting to make sure you feel cherished and appreciated, just like you made him feel around you.
He might occasionally steal glances at you, his gaze filled with admiration and affection as he marvels at the beauty of the person he loves. He tends to focus his gaze on small areas of your body, getting lost in his own thoughts as he would admire you, before pulling you close for yet another kiss.
Donnie will be more than happy to engage in some intimate activities, but not before you let him know that you want it. He doesn't really start those interactions that often, but he will happily partake when you start them.
Michelangelo:
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Michelangelo would react with unabashed enthusiasm and excitement, his face moving with the large expressions he was known for, and his eyes lighting up, doubling in size at the sight of you in a bikini.
He might let out exaggerated expressions before rushing over to you with a big grin. You never thought you would hear a guy yell “oh me gosh!”, at the sight of you in a bikini.
Mikey would be all about having fun and making the most of the moment together. He might even try to show off a bit, doing some flashy moves or tricks to impress you, but it's all in good fun and with the intention of making you smile and laugh.
Michelangelo's energy would be infectious, his excitement palpable as he showers you with compliments and playful teasing. He might give you an exaggerated wolf whistle or a playful wink, unable to contain his enthusiasm as he expresses his admiration for you.
If you were on a beach, Mikey would do anything with you, from building sandcastles, playing beach volley or sunbathe together. Were you in a pool or the sewers, he would ask you to share a floatie with him, giving him a playful excuse to be close to you.
Mikey would be constantly by your side, his arm draped around your shoulders as he peppers you with affectionate nicknames and playful banter, along with small kisses all over your face. He would even tickle you, unable to keep his hands off of you.
And as the day comes to an end, Mikey would pull you close for a tight hug, his enthusiasm undiminished as he expresses his love and gratitude, grateful for every moment he gets to spend with you.
And after a full day of having fun in the water, he would make sure to continue the fun and laughter he had shared with you, in the comfort of your bedroom.
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stepdad!price x innocent!reader
note: this is a prequel to a possible series with stepdad!price x innocent!reader (obviously). reader is of age.
note 2: price is 37 reader is about 18-19 (DARK STORY !!!!!), reader gets picked up by price, 6'5 beefy price, shorter reader
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lying your head on your stepfather's shoulder, you pressed your front against his side--leg thrown over his as you two got comfortable on the couch as you began watching a movie. a blanket thrown over the two of you as you nuzzled your head further into his shoulder, nibbling on your lower lip as you focused intently on the movie.
price let out a shaky breath, his eyes glancing from you to the tv to you again.
don't do it.
she's forbidden fruit.
but she is the sweetest fruit of all.
he kissed the top of your head, and you replied with his action by taking his hand under the blanket and absent-mindedly twisting the rings on his finger.
one of his rings: the wedding band.
the wedding band from the wedding between your mother and him.
it seared his skin.
he could not help that he had gotten married to the wrong person.
it should have been you.
but he had to remind himself that you were much too young.
freshly an adult. and he was 37. 37.
what the fuck was wrong with him?
he can't help that he fell in wrong with you.
you were too young..too innocent. too pure. he had blood on his hands.
your small hands fidgeted with his large, warm ones as you traced his knuckles with your cold fingers, creating odd designs that warmed his chest.
he must have been much too into his thoughts, as you giggled at something that happened in the movie, grasping and ungrasping his hand as you continued to fidget with his rings.
you looked up at him, your lips so close to his as you smiled softly. everything in him wanted to capture your lips in a kiss. your first kiss.
but he knew he couldn't.
instead, his softened eyes watched your face with pure love.
you snuggled impossibly closer to him, practically on his lap.
"honey?" his voice was deep but soft. he cleared his throat.
your eyes watched the television, never leaving them as you hummed a small, "hm?"
price thought for a moment.
your mother was out for the weekend. he could have you now...
no.
"uh, nothin'." he concluded, and you paid no mind. his right hand crept down to your exposed thighs that were thrown over his lap. he tried to ignore the intense throbbing and want that thrummed under his jean zipper.
he slowly tickled his fingers along the span of your thigh, down your calf and to your frilly-socked foot as you cutely wiggled your toes. his index traced along the delicate laced-ruffles--then down to rub the inside of your foot.
after a bit, his hand made its way back up to the side of your thigh again, running his fingers along the soft skin.
he looked over at you again.
god, how were you so beautiful?
his whole being ached with want.
he loved you so much it hurt his heart.
"that a new bow?" he asked, pinching the pink knot at the base of your messy pony tail.
you nodded, excitedly. "mm hm! do u like it?"
you always wanted his approval, and he knew that.
"i love it, sweetheart, 's beautiful jus' like you." he smiled, watching your face darken with a red blush. you giggled shyly.
"thank you, daddy." you replied quietly, still fidgeting with his hand under the blanket.
daddy.
god, were you trying to kill him?
he knows you've always had a bit of a crush on him. ever since you two met.
and he's only a little ashamed to say he immediately fell for you when you both met.
he was with the wrong girl.
he loves times like this though.
it is probably bad to say, but he loves when your mother is gone.
it reminds him of a life he could have possibly one day with you...away from it all. he has the money to start a new life with you, just not the opportunity yet.
he loves when you walk into the kitchen, stuffie pressed against your chest, hair messy, lips n eyes puffy with sleep; his t-shirt on and your cute little pink panties.
he loves when your sleepy. you cuddle up closer to him.
just this morning you stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing at your tired eyes.
price was already dressed for the day--up since 6 am.
"good morning, sweet girl." his voice made your heart flutter.
you whined, padding to where he leaned back on the kitchen counter, wrapping your arms around his torso immediately. he picked you up with ease, kissing your face as you giggled.
he sat down on the couch as you straddled him tiredly, head pressed against his beefy chest.
"you're my favorite girl, y'know that?" he whispered, petting your hair.
it was true.
you were his absolute favorite.
and he was not just about to give that up.
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toomuchracket · 1 month
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promises to keep (flatmate!matty x reader fluff)
matty made a promise to do something for you before you dated, and this is what happens when an opportunity to fulfil it arises once you're together - kinda sorta a sequel to this, but can be read standalone. day 4 of valentine's week. enjoy <3
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“matthew? have you got a minute?”
shit. the full name. 
gritting his teeth in a grimace, matty puts down his guitar and follows your voice. “coming now, sweetheart.”
“much appreciated,” comes your tetchy reply. matty winces, wracking his brain in an attempt to figure out why you're not best pleased with him right now, but he comes up short.
he gets it as soon as he enters the kitchen, though; the french press in your hand - and the grumpiness on your pretty, sleepy face - reminds him of everything he needs to know. it also almost manages to stop matty from missing the fact you’re wearing his glassjaw hoodie, a pair of fluffy socks, and very little else. almost. “ah, fuck.”
“indeed,” you say, putting the cafetiere on the counter and frowning (quite adorably, to be honest) at your boyfriend. “actually, that was my exact phrasing when i came in here for a coffee, only to find that the grounds from the last cup hadn't been emptied.”
“m'sorry, baby,” matty moves to hug you.
you, however, have other ideas, and put your arm out to keep him back. “nope! no chance! absolutely not! you can't boyfriend your way out of this one, healy, this is a flatmate issue.”
matty sighs, but he can't exactly argue - the rules on emptying the coffee grounds have been finite since you moved in, the only way to ensure two caffeine-dependent people could cohabit in relative peace. “you're right. i really am sorry, darlin - let me clean it out now, and i'll make you a coffee, yeah?”
“thank you,” your face softens, into the cheeky smirk that never fails to make matty's heart feel funny. “would you make me a bit of toast, too, while you're at it?”
“it'll cost you a kiss, that one.”
“s'pose i could fork out for that,” you wrap your arms around matty's neck, hands sliding home into his hair to pull him down for a kiss. he dips you as you make out, like the two of you are lovers in an old hollywood romance film, and you giggle against his lips as he gently pulls you back to stand. “that was fun!”
“i was kinda scared i'd drop you, i won't lie.”
you laugh, ruffling matty's hair before taking a seat at the breakfast bar. “i would've dragged you with me if you had.”
“i'd expect nothing less,” he smiles, rinsing the coffee grounds from the press and holding it up to the light to check its cleanliness, before popping two slices of bread in the toaster. “what d'you want on your toast, by the way, babe?”
“hmm,” you tilt your head. “do we still have nutella?”
matty squints as he wracks his brain, then rummages around in one of the cupboards. “aha!” he emerges triumphant, almost-empty jar in hand. “enough for toast. but i'll need to get more before the weekend.”
“why? you don't even like it that much.”
“well, what else am i going to put on your valentine’s breakfast pancakes?”
you beam. “am i getting breakfast in bed?”
“course you are,” matty runs over to kiss your nose. “you're getting spoiled, sweetheart.”
“so are you. i was gonna keep it a surprise, but…” you pause dramatically. “i bought new lingerie.”
he drops the butter knife in shock. it hits the countertop with a clatter, and his head almost follows suit. “fuck,” he croaks out. “what colour?”
“dark red. your favourite,” you smile. “i look really sexy in it.”
“i bet you do, baby,” matty sighs happily, pouring coffee into your favourite mug. “can't wait to get into that hotel room and take it off you.”
“me either. and thank you for organising all that, my love. m’excited,” you smile, leaning up to kiss matty as he brings your breakfast over. “thank you for this, too. love you.”
“love you,” he kisses you again. “bring it to the living room? wanna cuddle.”
you nod, picking up your mug and plate and following matty through. he settles on the sofa first, arranging the blankets draped over it and taking your plate from you as you snuggle into his arms. with a kiss to your head, he flicks the tv on, and the two of you sit in contented silence for a little while - with the exception of you crunching your toast - watching animal park. 
matty nudges you when the camera zooms in on a pair of lions curled up together on a rock. “us.”
“really?” you snort, putting your plate on the coffee table. “you think we're lions?”
“yeah. you're the brains behind everything, and i just chill out and have really cool hair.”
you laugh, bringing his hand to your lips and kissing it. “you're an idiot, healy.”
“but i'm your idiot. and i'm right,” matty looks down at you, grinning. “and you've got a little bit of nutella on your lip. here, let me,” he leans down and kisses it away. “there.”
“thanks, lover,” you stretch, snuggling back into your boyfriend with a sigh. “the lions are boring me a bit now, though. what else is on?”
“hmm, let's see,” matty clicks through channels, watching each for a couple of seconds before continuing to search - only when a familiar shot of a girl curled up in a chair reading the bell jar appears does he stop. “oh! babe, look! 10 things!”
“aww, i love this film,” you curl up even further into him, playing with the neck of his t-shirt. “remember when we watched this together in my room?”
matty's voice is quiet when he answers, but you can hear him smile. “thought about it every day since we did, darlin.”
he grins bashfully when you turn to look at him, open-mouthed. you smile, too, so sweetly that it hurts his heart. “same. it was all i ever wanted, to be so intimate like that with you,” you reach up to stroke his face. “best feeling in the world, knowing i get to do it for real now.”
all matty can do is softly hold your face and kiss you, until he runs out of breath and has to pull away from your chocolate-flavoured lips; even then, though, he keeps his hands on your jaw, and murmurs against your lips. “my dream girl. m'so in love with you.”
“i love you so much,” you whisper. “d'you wanna keep watching this, then?”
“course. rite of passage, innit?” your boyfriend grins, tugging you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around you. you turn to kiss him softly once more, then rest your head against his chest and look at the screen. 
the time passes a lot like it did the last time you and matty did this, but instead of mutual pining and an undercurrent of sadness knowing you weren't really together, it's just completely… lovely. you press kisses to each other's heads and hands and lips, and just bask uninterrupted in the love evident between the two of you in the room. aside from the kisses, you don't even move.
that is, until the scene matty knows is your favourite begins. he grins, shifting you slightly further up on his lap so he can look at you properly, and begins to sing into your ear along with heath ledger onscreen. “you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you…”
your cheeks lift into a smile, and matty can practically feel the heat radiating off them. but still, you keep your eyes on the tv, the only proper acknowledgement of matty's singing being the way you softly squeeze his thigh.
“... you'd be like heaven to touch, i wanna hold you so much,” he continues, resting his head against yours and smiling when you giggle, then taking your hand. “at long last love has arrived, and i thank god i'm alive,” he moves his hand up to gently turn your head, singing the last bit to your adorably flustered smiling face. “you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you.”
you laugh joyously when he stops singing - the best sound matty thinks he's ever heard - and pull him into a kiss. “you're serenading me?!”
“you asked me to, first time we watched this,” matty smiles warmly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “and i promised you i would.”
“i did?” your brow furrows so cutely. “you did?”
“just as you fell asleep. therefore,” he grins, taking a deep breath before literally belting. “i love you, baby, and if it's quite alright i need you, baby, to warm the lonely nights. i love you, baby - trust in me when i say…”
you beam, wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying as you join in the song. “oh, pretty baby, don’t bring me down, i pray,” the two of you giggle as you sing, and matty's never been so in love in his life. “oh, pretty baby, now that i've found you, stay, and let me love you, baby, let me love you.”
as your voices fade out, matty leans forward and kisses you chastely; he beams and caresses your cheek when he pulls back. “thank you for letting me keep my promise. and for singing with me - that was lovely. should get you on the next album.”
“no, i think i'm content with just singing to you at home,” you smile, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. “thank you for doing that for me. always found it really romantic, that scene and that song. but you know how i am about pda, so what you just did was really perfect,” you kiss him again. “i honestly can't remember you making that promise, though.”
“i think you had already fallen asleep on me, darlin,” matty giggles. “but i wanted to keep it, anyway. and speaking of promises to keep,” his face goes a bit more serious, but still tender, as he picks up your left hand and kisses your ring finger - your breath catches in your throat, eyes widening and welling up. “gonna marry you someday. i mean it.”
you nod, a teary smile on your beautiful face, and pull him into a hug. “i can't wait.”
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february 10, @jegulus-microfic word prompt: violin. word count: 625.
Regulus had learned, from a very young age, to be modest and shy, to never gloat, to bring as little attention to himself as possible, to hide in the shadows, to disappear, and to avoid disrupting. He learned that his opinions were worthless, and that it was better if he was quiet, obedient. An emotionless, robot statue that could only say yes, papa or yes, maman. He learned that this was the quickest way to appease his parents when they were prone to violence against a six year old. 
Be quiet. Don’t draw attention. Go unnoticed. 
This was how he stayed safe. 
And, now—standing and sweating in front of an entirely full theater audience, gripping his violin like a lifeline, he was desperate to revert to the safety of his childhood philosophy. 
Be quiet. Don’t draw attention. Go unnoticed. 
Unfortunately, he’d invested far too much into this concert to turn back now. Regulus allowed himself a millisecond to panic, and in this fraction of a second, he thought of the sun. 
Or, more accurately, he thought of his sun: James Potter. 
James spent months convincing Regulus that yes, baby, this concert is a wonderful idea. Regulus, darling, you’re so talented, you have to share your music with the world. Sweetheart, everyone will love you. Reg, you’ll make people happy, and more importantly, you’ll make you happy. James Potter was the brightest star Regulus could have ever dreamed of catching. He was witty, and kind and gentle, and he had the biggest heart. He was enthusiastic, and lovely, and he was Regulus’ greatest weakness. Regulus would have collapsed into an anxious puddle forever after his first panic-breakdown over the concert—if it weren’t for James. Playing the violin was Regulus’ second favorite thing in the world(just a smidge behind James), and it made him happy, and he was good at playing. He knew he would sell out theaters and it would grant him quite a bit of attention. 
And that was the issue. 
Regulus had spent years and years training himself to disappear. Now, he was granted the opportunity to be somebody, to do something, and Regulus didn't know how to choose something for himself for once. 
But, he did. He chose himself, and he chose his passion, and now, he was panicking in front of a full audience, which could have ended in disaster—if not for James.
James sat in the front row, blinding smile bright and relaxed as he looked at Regulus. He had unwavering faith in him. James radiated warmth, and love, and pride. He was so proud of Regulus. So Regulus looked at him, eyes shining as he gathered his courage, and he smiled down at James. James’ smile softened—because he always understood. He nodded at Regulus, an encouraging motion, and mouthed, You got this. 
Regulus was most thankful for James because James always reminded him that he needed to put himself first sometimes(it was an equal exchange—Regulus constantly reminded James to be a little selfish). 
Regulus nodded and took some strength from James, his pride and his courage, his unconditional faith in Regulus, and breathed. 
He picked up his violin, hands steady, and he played, loud and unashamed and beautiful. He played for himself, and he played for James, and he played for everyone who still believed it was better to disappear. He played with his whole heart, and he was magnificent. 
He received a standing ovation, and the first thing he did following his bow was run right into James’ arms, smiling so hard it hurt. James was so proud of him, and showered him with love, but most importantly—Regulus was proud of himself, and he promised to never again dim his own light to make others more comfortable. 
also found on ao3(multi-chapter microfic WIP): february, i'm yours.
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dimepdf · 1 year
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Can you write more Dilf!Toji please? 😭 I really appreciate your writing 🫶🏽
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★  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐘. + 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎
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masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you come around and make Toji so tempted, no matter what broad he's bagging all he can think about is you: his fucking nanny .
─── ☆ notes. number one dilf toji defender here, i’m in my Anderson Paak phase as well as i’ve sadly (i know im disappointed too) fallen for a man to the point where this boy has invaded my DREAMS y’all…this is embarrassing and this fic is me coping with having an actual crush so i give you full permission to call me a simp over this .
─── ☆ length. 2.6k (23 mins) .
─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, nanny au, dilf!toji, angsty start, fluff, minor character death, hints of depression, hookups, pining, black coded reader, you got brotha STARVING, megumi and tsumiki are toddlers in this, someone give toji a hug, vent-fic, hurt/comfort, age gap, height difference, it's always Gojo’ fault, masturbation, jealousy | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍
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Toji would say that after becoming a parent, he could read body language pretty well. Maybe it was just part of being a single parent and having to detect when your toddlers were sprouting nonsense just to stay up later knowing it was bedtime. 
From the times he believed that his little Megumi was being the perfect angel and finally grew out of his tantrum phase. 
Only to turn his back and realize that he had used craft scissors to chop a chunk out of Tsumiki’s hair and was playing nice to soften his punishment, to school beatdowns and playing dumb, Toji had decided he was just a master at decoding anyone’s bullshit.
Everyone except for his own that is.
Being a single parent came with its perks, Toji loved his two little demons, and it sort of helped that Tsumiki made the most of her mother's common sense.
But dealing with his ex-wife's abrupt death, being sprung into the life of lone fatherhood, and being a successful businessman were starting to take their toll on him.
His friends were not much help. Sure, Gojo did all he could to be seen as the cool uncle, but leaving his two hyper children with a man that refused to say no to anything that they asked was like signing his children up for their possible deaths.
Geto wasn’t much better, having his own marriage and kids. You would think that the father would grow to have a bit more compassion for the children's safety. Yet every time Tsumiki and Megumi visited their brass uncle, they would always come home with new scars sprouting about how they were practicing wrestling moves with their cousins for the last ice pop.
Waking up to something different, never being able to just fill in the gaps with a routine was starting to become a bit stressful. 
Not to mention going to work and having to push himself to his limits, knowing that just because he was friends and business partners with Nanami didn't mean he'd be lenient with him. 
All paired with the weight of some bold secretary that he had a one-night stand and never got the clue that every time he would brush her off for paperwork didn't mean he was singling her to cling onto him more. It was bad business hooking up with one of his employees Toji knows.
If anything, the woman had taken him at just the right opportunity when he was at the lowest moment of his life. Right after his wife's death, he had fallen behind on just about everything to the point where he would lean into any sense of comfort that reminded him of that faded memory he wanted to keep dear to his heart. 
So there he was after hours with a woman's thigh over his shoulder moaning out his name as if it were a prayer, and he had realized that right after it was all a mistake, which was kind of a shitty thing to note as she was standing right in front of him pulling up her panties. 
He just can't do it again, out of respect for her but also for himself. The last thing he wanted to do was entangle himself in another situation that would take more time away from his kids.
Not that he considered the woman to be pestering, but he wasn't a teenager anymore. The last thing he wanted to do was handle his stress by sticking his dick in the first woman he considered attractive, all because he had trouble bottling up all his emotions.
Toji's hatred for all the lingering eyes in the office—sure, Toji thought himself handsome—the proof was the number of relationships he had in his younger days.
There was something wrong with people finding him attractive and wanting something from him when he genuinely felt like his entire world would collapse on top of him if he stopped moving. 
As if he stopped overworking himself that he would be like one of those sharks that had to keep swimming or else they would fucking die. It was ironic how stupidly afraid Toji was at the thought of leaving his children alone in the world with both of their parents gone.
It was fear, having that parental fear for something every waking morning worrying every second that something could happen to children all because he could notice one little thing or he hadn't paid enough attention. 
Sure, he was being a hovering parent—call it what you want—but Toji would rather be that than a father who would spend his free time sleeping around with several different women. Never wanting to have to explain to his children that none of the women he slept with could compare to the relationship he had with their mother.
So he didn't. No more attachments. No more romantic anything, let alone bringing a woman home.
It was the secretary's fault. She was a beautiful woman with long hair and a cute, petite figure, and she allowed him to fold in any position that he wanted against his desk.
All that just makes Toji feel more guilty, or more worried, as if this choppy relationship that he had with this poor woman, whose name he would always forget yet who would practically scream out his, would just blow up in his face.
What if she wanted something more serious?
What if Nanami found out that he was banging one of the employees?
What if he got fired because he couldn't keep it in his pants?
What if he lost his main source of income and couldn't provide for his kids anymore?
All of those worries were just added stress, crowding his plate until he couldn't carry it anymore, and after a few years of bottling it all up until he couldn't anymore, he finally decided to reach out for help. 
Little by little, of course, he would actually tell his friends how he felt when they asked, spend more time letting Megumi and Tsumiki be actual kids, letting them hang out with their friends, and worry just a bit less whenever they would visit their younger cousins at Geto’s place. 
He had even accepted Gojo’s idea of hiring a babysitter, but of course, the blonde’s intentions for such an offer were dual-minded. 
Thriving on about how he should hire some smoking hot lady, to have some eye candy around the house to fuel some busting fantasies to break his dry spell. 
Toji was quick to dismiss that idea for a variety of reasons, one of which was that he had hired you. You were a clumsy young girl who just needed a side hustle to pay for some of your college classes, accepting his twenty-dollar an hour ad despite the fact that it was the lowest pay sandwiched between the obviously more wealthy families looking for someone to look after their kids so they didn't have to on the boogie nanny seeking website. 
At first, the idea of leaving his children alone with you was a terrifying thought. The impression that you gave him during the interview was more than enough to fuel his worries after seeing you stumble out of your car and get your jacket in the car door, dense to the point where you had face-planted into his back during the house tour, too busy gawking at the many bathrooms to pay attention to where you were supposed to be walking. 
Your genuinely bubbly personality around the children is what saved you from going broke. Sure,  you were a little naive when it came to some of the things that you lied about on your resume, but the thing that Toji liked about you was that you just seemed to handle yourself so well despite not knowing at all what you were doing. If anything, he admired how you had managed to keep yourself alive despite running through life so differently than he would.
You were quick to gain his trust, in fact, quicker than anyone has ever in his entire life. He felt his feelings were mostly biased given that his kids had practically attached themselves to you throughout the months of being their nanny. 
It was only natural for them to grow so close to you with how much Toji had to work, but what Toji hadn't expected was for you two to form some sort of friendship as well.
It started off pretty odd, with Toji coming home to find you have the kids tucked in for the night and spread out on his living room couch watching so many movies on his HBO Max account that he forgot he even had. 
You were a pretty chatty person, and he had learned to notice how you could go from being so silent that he would forget you were even there to the point of talking about anything within your wide range of interests that Toji had never heard of.
In all honesty, Toji loved that about you—how you could introduce him to new things that he hadn't gotten around to understanding all because he was too busy being a workaholic.
His new favorite part about coming home was just to talk to you, or at least listen to your rant about some silly little show, or make him listen to one of the new songs you had become obsessed with.
And before he had known it, Toji actually felt warmth in his household again, all because of some kind-hearted nanny who had managed to break down all of his walls.
It was almost strange how someone so opposite to him, someone so minor, could have managed to make his life change for the better.
And then it got a little bit more strange. 
Life had been going so well for him that sometimes those days would just blend together. There would be times at work when he had wished for his entire office building to crumble to dust just so he could get out of work early for the day, but even after those shifts, he would come home to you, and suddenly that swallowing dark hole in his chest would actually start to feel whole again.
He had just gotten so used to using you as his personal happiness dispenser that when you managed to wiggle into his life more and more, he even introduced you to his main group of friends. His mood was ruined when he saw Gojo's eyes practically glow at the sight of you during Tsumiki's birthday party. 
Toji hadn't understood why it had bothered him so much, seeing his best friend become too chummy with you.
If anything, knowing Gojo’s history of charming the pants off of any attractive woman, he could have prepared him enough to know that you too would soon enough fall victim to at least one of his friends, but there was just something so uncomfortable about hearing Gojo drown you in compliments.
It was as if something had clicked, and suddenly you weren't just the full-time nanny anymore, but the beautiful young woman that he had suddenly noticed was so pretty, and that alone made Toji feel like such a fucking creep. 
Maybe it was because you were closer to his children's age than his or the fact that every time you would change your hair every other month, he would imagine his hands tangled in your braids, how he would think about holding the locs away from your face to get a better view of you between his legs. 
It was all so fucked, your now normal image of him all screwed over all because of Gojo and his ability to turn anything sexual. Toji had felt just a little better pinning the blame on someone else, thinking that maybe it would ease his guilt for getting so hard thinking about you late at night.
You would be just downstairs asleep in the living while he laid down on the other side of the house in the comfort of his four walls, pressing his face into his pillows with an erection hard enough that he was convinced it was harder than bricks. 
For the first time in a while, it wasn't anything work-related taking up all of his attention, but instead the fucking nanny he hired. The pretty nanny who was in college, who was closer to his children's age than his, the nanny with the glossed lips that he had to hold back from wanting to taste which flavor it was she was wearing now. 
His lovely nanny, whom he wished to strip naked piece by piece to pay close attention to every dip and curve in her figure. He wanted you naked as the day you were born, spread across his mattress, lips parting only to say his name and his name only. 
It was a dangerous thought, one that often led to Toji revealing himself with a rabbit hole of thoughts about you in any situation his mind could imagine.
It was even more crude—wrapping his hand around his dick and thrusting his hips up into his hand, thinking about the same woman who was just a staircase away, masturbating as if he were a teenage boy and not a man with two kids asleep in just the room across the hall.
He blamed everything on Gojo, it was all his fault that you have suddenly seemed so fucking unforgettable. How could you suddenly be all he could think about with all his sanity thrown out the window for some nanny?
His pretty nanny.
You were so beautiful, with full lips, a dark complexion, and brown eyes that managed to look so appealing despite being so boring. Your expressions make you so easy to read. 
The way your brows would pull together whenever you were confused, how the ends of your lips would quirk with every joke, how your personality managed to be so welcoming.
You stood tall, your head just below his shoulder, average height but so short in comparison to his towering figure.
How bad Toji just wanted to scoop you up into his arms and bury his face into your neck, the same neck where he wanted to leave as many marks as he possibly could against your brown skin.
The thought doesn't help Toji’s aching dick at all. How bad he wants to suck little marks into your soft flesh, leaving dark little marks wherever he can against your body.
It was a possessive thought, having you covered in his teeth marks and love bites, waiting for the next guy to dare to even make a move on you. 
He wonders how soft your thighs feel and how nice they would feel wrapped around his waist. He lets his hand do the majority of the work, his fingers rough around his length, causing a groan from the friction. 
Toji’s fantasies about you play out quite beautifully in his mind, so perfectly, in fact, that he struggles to keep himself silent. 
Which was a new thing for him given that Toji wasn’t usually very vocal during sex, not even the best blowjob that he had ever gotten would he give anything but a few grunts yet there he was fisting into his fist to keep himself from whimpering out so pathetically. 
Humping his hand to the point where he had to cover his own mouth, he finished all over himself, strings of cum shooting all over his chest to his shirt. He was too caught up in his own bliss to care about the sad mess he created. 
Toji thought you were beautiful. He thought you were so perfect to the point where even the simple thought of you made him so happy.
You, his nanny, were the realization that settled in his mind after his high. 
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Bllk boys being whipped for manager!reader😩😩
aaaaaaaaAAAa this idea is always so cute in every sports animanga !! :(
the bllk boys, who are still so overwhelmed with the world that's opened up to them thanks to the project - the money and opportunities way bigger than they ever dreamed of, even - and to top it all off, as if the stress of getting signed to one of the world's highest grossing clubs wasn't enough, the club assigns them a manager - you.
you're either barely a few years older than them or yet again, the same age, and you're just taking the few first steps in your company and management. hell it might even be your very first time working as one !! and yet, you're trying so hard, always keeping an eye of them, and it makes them so flustered jasfafkh even more so bc they know they just cannot keep away from you !!
isagi would be a blushin mess all of the time during your meetings <3 it might seem like he's listening to you at all, but fear not, he's actually so focused on you and everything you're telling him that it gives him a head ache !! you look so absolutely stunning, he has to give his full attention and self control to actually listen to what you have to say. the fact that you're his age doesn't help him one bit - he wonders if it's not out of line to be such good friends with your manager !! gets so sheepish when you're the first one to run up to him whenever he'd collapse, checking for an injury immediately with a worried, "are you okay, yoichi?!" big eyes looking right at him. and if the cramp in his leg feels like dying, then you are surely an angel sent from above to bring him to heavens with you akjhfskjfha
sae who would just wave you off most of the times and give you so much more work than you signed up for. it might look like he's in control of everything, but he really is the opposite, and everything outside of the field seems to slip right out of his hands - and so, you're the one to pick up the mess. he'd never really admit it to you that he really appreciates the way you stick to him like glue at all times, yet give him space when needed, too. you seem to know him so well ,, it's just scary to him :(( he has no time to commit to anyone and yet, the thought of your relationship becoming much more than just professional brings him warmth. one time, after a late night meeting with the club management, he walks back to your office to tell you anything important that took place - and is met with a sight of you, fast asleep on your desk. there's some papers scattered around and some neatly organized into stacks, but judging by the amount,, you must've been working on it so hard to manage to do it all in the last hour. sae feels an unfamiliar pull at his heart as he walks over, gently brushing the hair away from your face. the movement wakes you up, and before you can startle, sae gives a reassuring rub to the back of your neck. he hopes your vision's still blurry with sleep so that you don't see the way his eyes soften as he looks down at you,, "c'mon, i'll drive you home." (つω`。)
rin is pretty much the easiest of the boys to take care of ,, considering he already has a strict regimen considering his health and training. the only thing you need to do is remind him to relax every now and then ,, something he seems to forget about more often . he's not really good with words, and sometimes even comes off harsh when he doesn't intend to - after all, you're just doing your job, and are actually really good at it considering how recently his play has been better than ever before - and he hates to think you could ever feel underappreciated. he just really doesn't know how to communicate outside of the field ,, even with his teammates , let alone with someone that gets his heart to beat faster :(( that's why upon seeing the reservation for a little weekend spa retreat on his mail ,, he quickly adds another spot to it without much thought. the least he could do is reward your hard work with a little breather, right??? he realizes he might not be very good with not only communication, but planning and organizing either when you two arrive to the hotel and only receive one room key ..... the receptionist apologizes with a smile as you ask for one more available room , and just when you're about to change the reservation times so that you can come any other time ,, rin grabs you by the wrist gently . and for the very first time since working with him, you see a blush on his cheeks as he asks you to stay, if only you don't mind :""))
reo who showers you in all the presents possible !!! you're so sheepish about it all of the time, saying that no - no, mikage-san, i-i can't take this!, but he's off to another practice or physio appointment before you can really give it back akfhsaf . probably mentions you in an interview whenever he's asked by people that inspire him and keep him going <333 he knows that he's a handful sometimes ,, (especially since he made you take nagi under your wing as well akjfhsa giving u like,, double the work . but you truly are the best there is, and he knows nagi needs a little push sometimes) BUT hearing the sweet words is enough to make your chest swell with pride :)) since he's so sly and generous with everyone around him, you don't realize he's so into you only until he straight forward confesses his feelings to you during one of your many business dinners/dates (≧◡≦) ♡
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short-honey-badger · 5 months
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Phantom Pain Part 4
No Money, No Problems
Have some fluff after the angst of the last part! Hope you enjoy it!
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It may not seem like it, but Shanks was always paying attention. He may look a fool laughing and drinking, but he never let his guard down. Unless he was on board his ship, lost on the Grand Line with his loyal crew, only then would the redhead relax.
Anyway, he was getting off track. Shanks constantly watched, logged, and cataloged anything that passed close enough for him to hear. And because of that useful little skill, the Captain found out some very important, at least to him anyway, information about you, his perfect soulmate.
On a rather lazy day on board the Red Force, Shanks and Benn were playing a game of dice when You and Limejuice walked past the men's barrel. Shanks had immediately tuned in to what you were saying, feeling your enjoyment at whatever the subject was and shamelessly eavesdropping.
"-I can't wait to get to the next islands. I want a pole so I can stop bothering you and Roux."
Poles? Like a fishing pole? You liked to fish? Shanks had stored that under the very important file with your name on it, and then went back to the game.
Now, a week later, Shanks is approached by none other than his soulmate after the cargo has been unloaded from the ship.
"What's up, Darling?" He asks as you come to a stop by his side. He can't help but to feel excited. Shanks knows what this is about, having never forgotten your little comment and he was reminded more and more of it the closer they came to the next island. You were still learning that it was okay to ask him for things, even the most trivial ones, and Shanks felt like this could be the moment.
He can already feel your embarrassed reluctance, but he stays silent and patient as you struggle to get out what you want to say, "I, hmm," You begin and then clear your throat. Shanks takes this as his opportunity to butt in. He just can't help but tease you.
"What's wrong, Baby? Cat got your tongue?" The redhead coos and then proceeds to stick his tongue out at you, snickering when you smack his chest. But you are grinning, and that's all that matters to him.
His playfulness does the trick, however, and Shanks feels your jumping nerves settle.
"I want a fishing pole so that I can stop bothering everyone else. The spare ones are pretty old, and what line you've got is frayed and breaks easily," You rattle off quickly and then frown, "I'm also a little short on Berri."
Shanks' grin turns shark-like as he stares down at you, "Oh, so you want me to buy you one?" he asks. He loves this. It's not about the money, absolutely not. It's about having you rely on him, asking him for something that you wanted just because you wanted it.
You frown, becoming a bit defensive in the face of his teasing, "Well, You don't have to, obvio-Mumph!" You scowl at your childish captain who has pressed his finger up against your lips, effectively silencing you.
"Now, I didn't say that, Baby. I was just picking fun," Shanks says and softens, finger leaving your lips to instead crandle your jaw in his calloused hand, "I'll get you whatever you want. You should know by now that we aren't exactly strapped for cash," And it was the truth. He is one of the four Yonko of the Seas. He had plenty of Berri to spend. Especially on you. He searches your expression, forcing you to look him in the eye, "Okay?"
You swallow, dipping your head in a nod as best you can, "Okay," You choke out and wet your lips. You watch the way his eyes dip to follow the tip of your tongue and shiver at the way his eyes darken.
"Good," He murmurs and then ducks in close. He can't help himself any longer. While the two of you had yet to do much when it came to the sexual side of the relationship, that didn't mean that Shanks didn't pine for you daily.
You could feel his interest spike and bravely angle your face up to receive his attention. It's only been a couple of weeks since the misunderstanding that had sent Shanks into a drunken stupor. Since then, the two of you have grown much closer, and you would even dare say that the redhead loved you, even though he had yet to say it out loud. He didn't really need to, though, when his side of the bind shined like a live wire.
Shanks closes the distance, lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss that has your eyes fluttering shut and a sigh of content passing through his nose. You surprise him by opening up for him and welcoming him tongue inside without prompt. You don't want this kiss to stop, hands even tangling in his shirt to tug him closer, but soon, your need for oxygen outweighs everything else, and you break the kiss with a gasp.
"We," you begin and then lick your lips, blushing when all you taste is Shanks, "We should go shopping now."
The Captain laughs and pulls away, and you drop your hands from his shirt, "I'd that's what you want, Sweetheart."
You scoff, not finding it very fair that he wasn't as affected from the kiss as you had been. You turn and begin to stalk away, but Shanks falls into step with you easily and snatches up your right hand to tangle with his left.
"There. Now, you won't get lost. And if you do, at least we will be together," He quips and is rewarded with you, snorting with laughter and smiling at him like he'd hung the sun up just for you. The bond pulses like a firework show, and Shanks would do anything to keep that. To know that he was the one responsible for your joy.
"At least I'll have good company," you tease and squeeze his hand while you drag him down the gangplank. Shanks promised you a fishing pole after all.
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dwarf-hat-enjoyer · 8 months
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🌼Favorite Flowers🌼 (Bachelors' V.)
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synopsis: Favorite flowers of all six Stardew bachelors! No farmer mentioned, headcanons. SFW.
w.c.: 1.2k words!
content warnings: None!
A.N.: shoutout to @jellyaris for inspo on the Shane section! Hope everyone enjoys these little snippety snippets...Suuure, some of these headcanons kind of diverge from canon (yeah, yeah. Alex is neutral to dandelions ingame. Sue me, LOL.) But who cares, it's Tumblr! Might make a bachelorettes' version too.
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Alex
He's a simple man with simple tastes. DANDELIONS suit him well! He has fond memories of picking dandelions with his mother and blowing the seeds away, and even vaguely remembers how to make flower chains out of them. Of course, he could never get them as neat as hers, but Granny Evelyn still asks for his help when making crowns for the Flower Dance. Apart of him wonders why they have to use nicer-looking flowers for the formal crowns when dandelions work just fine. They're sturdy yet flexible- not nearly as fragile as the more 'beautiful' flowers, and as an athlete, he can admire that about them.
On a deeper level, there are many similarities to be found between Alex and his favorite flower. First impressions can be deceiving- just like most people think of dandelions as pests, Alex can come on a bit strong and even arrogant. But looking beneath the surface, they both share the same physical and mental will to push forward and survive in even the most difficult circumstances. They both go through drastic changes as well. Just as the bright and spiky bloom of a dandelion becomes softer and more delicate, Alex's spirit softens too. His own changes, though, won't float away on the wind anytime soon :P
Elliott
As obvious as it would be to say red roses, SNAPDRAGONS would be his favorites instead! As much as he is a romantic, he's just as much a daydreamer, and snapdragons would provide his imagination with ample opportunity to run wild, both with their fantastical name and lush, delicate appearance. They remind him of adventures in far-off lands, harkening reveries of ancient castles filled with wondrous secrets and the brave heroes set out to uncover them. He's a homebody at heart, but nothing is stopping him from holing up in his cabin and writing about any of it! (Or, well, fantasizing about writing about it, in most cases. <3)
But just as established, he's a romantic. Elliott is definitely well-versed in the language of flowers, and the meaning behind snapdragons in particular hardly eludes him. They symbolize grace, earnestness and strength under pressure, but are also known to represent something less than well-intentioned. Emulating the former qualities is something Elliott has done effortlessly, but in a way, the last one entices him the most. To create something beautiful, strong and mysterious; something that draws one in and sparks love and fear and longing for an endless more- isn't that what every writer wants? What every writer dreams of?
Harvey
A little like Elliott in this regard, Harvey is the sentimental type. FORGET-ME-NOTS hold a special place in his heart. It's a simple flower in appearance with an almost childlike name, but he likes them just the same. Maybe it's because of those traits that he does- they remind him of the carefree days he's missed out on, since moving to the valley. On top of his doctoral duties, he's a very lonely person overall. Forget-Me-Nots, with their hopeful pale blue, almost cheer him up to see on days where he feels less like a member of the community and more like a robot with a stethoscope and scrubs.
It's also their name that connects with him in a way...Forget-Me-Not. On top of the way they look, they cheer him up with that name. On the rare instance that the flower comes up in conversation, he jokes that the person who named it must've had terrible memory, as cheesy as it sounds. But all jokes aside, it's comforting to him that a flower otherwise unremarkable would have a name that insists to the listening ear that it shouldn't be forgotten. Almost inspiring, even. It makes him feel as if one day, he won't be another face-in-the-crowd. Somebody important, though to whom in particular...? Well, time will tell!
Sam
For Sam, it's DAISIES all the way! He constantly flip-flops between spring and summer as his favorite seasons, but daisies give him the best of both worlds. Seeing them dotting the fields in the warmer months always brings a smile to his face. Whether or not he's close with him, Sam definitely got Alex to teach him how to make flower chains one late spring...Of course, Alex may or may not have been mildly jealous of how easily Sam picked up on the skill, but when spending time together outside, Sam's restless hands sometimes find themselves picking daisies from the grass while Abigail and Sebastian chat and bicker and making the both of them bracelets!
When he still lived in the city with his mother, father and a much younger Vincent, he'd sometimes see them poking out of cracks in the sidewalk. While they weren't as common as dandelions, they still always caught his attention. While Jodi chatted aimlessly with her fellow PTA moms outside one of the countless Zuzu City JojaMarts, he'd busy himself, plucking daisies and dandelions from whatever nooks and crannies he could find and playing with them however he wanted. Back then, he didn't think much of it, but he looks at those times with almost a fond nostalgia. Things changed, but that doesn't mean it all has to be sad, right?
Sebastian
He doesn't think about this sort of thing very often, being the lovable terminally-online dork that he is. But if you ask, Sebastian's favorite flower would have to be BLACK TULIPS. It's not a very deep answer, really. Sure, tulips are more of a spring flower, but he finds the pitch purple color to be one of the more interesting colors that plants can have. They stick out among the cheerier colors that most other breeds of tulips display- the goths of their genus, if you will, and that's small part of why he likes them!
He entertained the idea of gardening, at one point, even prior to the farmer's arrival. Though he plans to move out eventually, he thought it would be a good way to get outside and get some exercise, though it wasn't ever really anything he thought to commit to. Though, he does chat with Evelyn on occasion- their shared affinity for tulips and his occasional fantasy of maintaining a small garden has ended up providing a lot more conversation than he's used to, or even expected! Even if most people see him as an asocial shut-in, it's comforting for him to recognize his softer side.
Shane
Look at him. All gruff and mean. His favorite flower is probably a thistle of some sort, or something poisonous. All things considered, his favorite flowers are FAIRY ROSES. Don't give him that look- it's just because Jas likes them so much! Seeing the way she lights up when she sees them is contagious for this gold-hearted curmudgeon. She'd spent two entire weeks planning out a one-woman recital for him and Marnie once, and when he handed her a little JojaMart bouquet of them afterwards...Well, the look on her face made the price tag worth it. Although, her excited squeal did leave his ears ringing for the rest of the evening.
The flowers are native to the valley, too...Sometimes, he feels as if he doesn't belong. Why would he? It's not as if he was born there or has any particularly close friends. If Pelican Town was a garden, he'd just be a weed. But Jas seems to have taken like a duck to water, although she's still shy as ever. Shane can be self-defeating and pessimistic at times, but he's not made of stone. He's grateful that she's in a place where she can flourish, just like the fairy roses she adores so much.
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shirefantasies · 28 days
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Hello again! I have another request that came to me as I was submitting a different one. How do you think Thorin's or the LOTR companies would react to reader having a buzzcut. Especially for dwarves who pride themselves in long intricately done hair and braids. Would they think something bad must've happened to the reader for them to have short hair. Cue misunderstandings and fluff, with maybe hair petting(buzzcuts are super soft!) Hope this sounds interesting enough to do, have a good day again! :)
(I literally lied on my last post THIS is my last pre-op post by the 45 minutes left before my operation appointment)
Heck yeah friend I love this! I don’t quite have a buzzcut but my hair’s far shorter than the average lady’s & definitely so for a dwarf, so I wonder about this too 😁 hope you enjoy 🥰 Warnings: a little violence in one reaction, injury mention in another
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Thorin’s Company When You Have a Buzzcut
Balin
“You’re causing quite a stir with everyone, you know that?” Giving a chuckle at Balin’s cheeky look, you lean forward with your chin upon your hand. “And why is that?” “At risk of offense,” the older dwarf answered, “they all want to know what happened to your hair.” “Yourself included,” you shot back with a grin, “or else you’d not be asking.” Taken aback, Balin stutters a bit. “Ah, well, I confess I am a bit curious, after all. Reminds me of when my brother first took all his off. What a stir over something so silly. Do what you like, I was just wondering if Dwalin was trying to get you all painted up too.” “Not yet,” your smile softens and you give him a wink, “but if he does you’ll be the first to know. Ahead of all the sensation.”
Dwalin
You start the conversation on this one, seeing that Dwalin is the other company member with little to no hair upon his head and considering it a bonding opportunity. “Well, I’ve got a reason,” he shoots back to your comment of similarity, arms crossed but expression teasing, “what’s yours? You need some tattoos up there at least.” “No thank you,” you tell him, “if I’m adding any tattoos it won’t be on top of my head! Feel how soft it is up here.” Dwalin looks at you, prompting you to take his hand and put it on top of your head, his eyebrows raising at the sensation. And perhaps because touching one’s hair is a much closer and more intimate thing for him than perhaps you realize. You are quite forward, aren’t you?
Thorin
Pays little mind to how you wear your hair…or lack thereof. In fact, by your appearance he gauges you to be a warrior of some kind, thus taking command of your actions in a fight and seeking proof of your prowess. Before your first encounter with a threat the king’s questions are more along the lines of “What is your weapon of choice?” and “From where in these lands do you hail?” The day the company fights a pack of orcs, you manage to take down more than Thorin expected and at one point, you even jump in front of Dori to parry before a potentially deadly strike takes him off guard. Rising from the struggle of battle, black blood splattered across your layers and even your shaven head, you feel a hand upon your shoulder. Thorin. "It can be hard for us to look beyond our own kin," he tells you, "but you have well proven yourself today. We may not always understand each other, but there is a beauty in that, too, I see."
Oin
Wincing despite your gratitude, you shifted in your seated position while Oin packed the poultice into the wound your side had suffered. "Don't worry, you'll go numb in a bit. If it stings, that is quite alright, that simply means you are getting clean again." Thanking him through heavy breaths, you watched as the dwarf reached a hand up toward your head, running a hand over the soft, shorn little bit of cover it had. "And this one's healing quite nicely, quite nicely indeed. Why, I cannot even see the scar!" The sting in your bloody side faded down a bit as you tilted your head to fix Oin right in the eyes. "What scar?" "Did they not have to sew up your head at some point? Figured that's why they shaved you down," he answered, finally removing his hand from your head. You giggled at that, regretted stretching yourself at a new, though much smaller, arc of pain. "No, my dear Oin, I am afraid the only thing my head has suffered is my typical madness," you teased, waving your hands mystically and grinning at the way the healer laughed.
Gloin
"Pardon me, my dear," your name rolled smoothly off Gloin's tongue as he shuffled forth, hands folded in front of him in the picture of innocence. Oh, this was going to be good. "Yes?" You indulged him, swiveling to give your full attention. The auburn-haired dwarf pointed to his head, his own flowing locks. "What happened t'yer hair?" Perhaps sheepishly, his voice suddenly quickened. Feeling your eyebrows involuntarily raise, you tilted your head- this was not exactly what you’d expected, after all. “I cut it,” you shrugged, “got tired of how it was before. Simply wanted a new beginning, you could say.” Gloin’s eyes never left yours. “So no accident?” “No.” “Ha!” The dwarf bellowed, waggling a hand at his brother and a small scattering of company members a ways back. “I was right! By choice! Now pay up and remember I told ya it was worth the risk!” Shaking your head, you playfully smack him on the shoulder. “I’d better get a cut from this, you ol’ scallywag!”
Bifur
Catching Bifur signing, you turn his way, seeing the motions he performs by his head. “Did you cut your hair yourself?” You realize he is asking. “No,” you sign back, “another did it for me.” “You must trust them a great deal.” Simple enough words signed and yet there is something in the way his eyes shine, the fond inquisition in his smile, that brings a little shock of joy to you. Barring royal dressings, it was far more common for one to do their own hair or entrust it to a loved one, and you could see intimacy in the act. It almost brought a pang of regret that it was just some small-town hairdresser that sheared it at your asking and payment. Your hands freeze for a moment as your eyes search Bifur before you finally sign a response. “I suppose. Perhaps if you ever want to do something different with your hair, I could help you, too.”
Bofur
A mix between caring and teasing, he offers you cover! “Your head looks cold. Need to borrow my hat?” Thinks he’s so funny he laughs at his own joke whether you roll your eyes or joke back. “But really, any particular reason you took it all off?” "It was uncomfortable having it long," you admit, "I was tired of it all being in my face." The way everyone spoke of dwarven culture, you half expect disapproval, but this is Bofur you speak of. Instead he nods acceptingly, smiling in that way that always has you feeling seen and reassured. "I understand that." "You do?" "Sure I do! Why do you think I keep mine braided out to the sides like this?" At that, you smile back. "Besides," he continues, "helps me see all the best sights. The trees, the flowers, that smile of yours..."
Bombur
“Singe all your hair off?” Bombur nods sagely despite the fact that he couldn’t be more wrong. “I’ve been there. Burned my beard leaning too far over the stove.” You can’t even correct him right away because you’re too busy laughing. Finally, though, you explain to him that your hair was simply so unhealthy it needed to start over. “Ah, I see, I see! Trying to take better care of it, then?” At that, you nod. He looks at you with new interest, eyes shining eagerly. “So what would you like to do with it next? I’ve got some things you might like to put in it, and I think it would look mighty nice if you wanted to try…”
Dori
"Sometimes I wish I could do that, too," Dori remarks one day, rolling blue eyes illuminated beneath the sun that peeked between the branches. Shifting carefully so as to not disturb your pony, you turned back to face him. "Do what?" "Cut all my hair off just to save some time in the morning!" He replied with a wave of a hand in your general direction. Chuckling, you gave a conceding nod. "I suppose you would gain back an hour, wouldn't you?" At that, it was Dori's turn to laugh. "But then again," you continued, "then you couldn't wear as many of those nice clips and cases. That is one thing I miss about having it all." Puffing up like a proud little bird, Dori smiled. "They are quite nice, aren't they? You know, if you ever get so bored you're tempted to let it all come back, I could make you some of your own."
Nori
Abrasive as it was, Nori's question found you in a way that raised such amusement you forgot to be upset with him entirely, instead simply falling back with a bark of laughter before you answered. "Looks like you're tryin' to hide your identity. You on the run from someone?" He continued musing, in fact, as you laughed. "Law somewhere? A scorned lover? Simply run off with something too valuable not to do that?" Finally, your voice returned. "All this because I've sheared my head down?" You burst out incredulously. "Ever consider," you gasped in mock-scandal, "I like it like this?" "Sure, but that's not exciting," Nori shot back with a smirk, "I like a good story." "Well," you crossed your arms, "perhaps I still have some of those, too."
Ori
Shuffling up to you was the youngest dwarf in the company, sweet Ori; Ori was one of the dwarves who accepted outsiders most readily, and you spent plenty of time at his side watching his drawings and records come to life. That day, though, what was in his hand was not his book, rather a bundle of fabric. "I made this for you." Eyes widening, you extend your hands to accept the soft knitting, peering back at Ori. "I thought your head must get cold," he explained his craft as you unfolded it, revealing a thick, sturdy cap you immediately began pulling onto your head, "does it fit?" Yarn hugging your head perfectly, you nodded. "It's just my size. Thank you." Before he could speak again, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. "This is the kindest thing anyone has done for me in some time. Thank you."
Fili
“One of my braids came undone. Kili?” The younger Durin prince seemingly did not hear the request for his presence, so you stepped forward. “I can help.” Goggling at you, Fili posed a question. “Do you even know how?” Hand falling to your hip, you shot him a look. “Though I may not possess them myself, I am quite capable of doing them up.” The golden-haired dwarf looked sheepish, a bit of the mischief fading from his blue eyes. “Suppose I assumed you didn’t much enjoy doing them either,” he told you with a nod toward your head. “Well,” a teasing smile drifted across your face, “I certainly would…unless you are scared.” You were no fool. You knew how the Durins were with challenges. And if you remembered correctly, you knew how dwarves were with braids…
Kili
He cares some of the least out of the dwarves being the least traditionally presenting himself. He’s sort of the type to be a little attracted to everyone, enjoying the unique traits of all types of people. You still cannot help being a bit surprised when he flirts with you, though, not expecting someone with a cut like yours to catch his eye or draw his teasing. “Not one for a courting braid, I see? No one worthy of putting one on you, no doubt.” For all his jesting questions, he never actually demands an answer, though. Instead he simply launches into a story about a haircut prank he pulled with his older brother once to keep light conversation flowing. “Well, by the end of it our uncle looked quite like you! Except he didn’t pull it off half as well.”
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What would the bg3 companions do if Tav fixed a home-made meal and cleaned up their stuff for them, studio ghibli style?
I had to take quite a bit of time to think on this one because it would vary wildly depending on /when/ this happened. So, I am re-using my favorite scenario that was widely popularized over 20 years ago by the Gundam Wing fandom for fanfiction purposes, and we are going to say:
"The companions find a safe house where they must hole-up for several weeks before a major confrontation/continuing their journey. It provides a needed opportunity for respite and recovery, a moment to breathe in the eye of the storm." timeline: late Act 3
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Tav prepares a home-made meal that takes them the entire day to make. Grilled fish fresh from the river, bread from scratch with herbs from the garden folded into it and butter spread across the top. Potatoes from the garden sliced, seasoned, roasted. Chicken caught and killed that very morning and boiled into a stew with pounds of fresh vegetables - and more. Yams, parsnips, salad greens, All they could find in the cellar, in the surrounding abandoned garden and small farmstead they had settled in. The type of meal that filled a table so thoroughly there was almost no place left to sit if one tried to have their meal at the table.
It had been so long since they had a home to care for, and this journey had given precious little time for such things as careful cleaning and cooking. The little cottage was full of delicious smells, a warm fire burned in the hearth and heated the entire space. The companions, who had all been out for the day on various missions, arrived back to find not only this, but more.
All of the clothes laundered, scented with lavender from the garden. All of their armor polished and scrubbed, weapons cleaned, packs tidied. Rooms swept of cobwebs, bedding replaced. Perhaps a little bit of magic had been used, for everything was dry as well as clean. How would they respond?
Gale: Warmth and joy. He breaks out into a huge smile and fills the room with compliments on everything youve done. A stickler for detail and known for his verbosity, he leaves out no single comment nor does he miss the chance to reflect on what each detail reminds him of - his mothers cooking, his home, the soul-brightening joy of fresh bedding pulled tightly over a clean mattress. He would do all of the clean up after dinner, showing his appreciation not only in words but affirming them with his actions as well.
Karlach: She gets choked up. Honestly. "you didnt have to" isnt on her mind at all, shes just incredibly grateful. You get the biggest bear hug and a shuddering voice of gratitude in your ear. It hasnt been just 'so long' since shes had this level of care- she never has. Nothing like this. She will remember this for the rest of her life, no matter how long or short that life may be. You gave her something that healed a part of her permanently.
Wyll: Flushed and flustered. HE would be heavy on the "you shouldnt have- I would have helped! had you only asked-" Embarassed almost, in the way that he responds, as if he feels bad that he hadnt been able to pre-empt this scenario and find a way of doing it for you first. He feels... guilty. Tries to hide it with gratitude. Is a little quieter than usual.
Lae'zel: Asks what you expect in exchange for services rendered. Makes a quip about you being suited for running an inn as much as you are for battle. Clears her plate, then another. Goes a little quiet for a moment. Then: "You didnt need to. A waste of your time to cater to us thusly. (long pause) .... thank you."
Shadowheart: Questions why, wonders if youve done it to soften the blow of some oncoming bad news. Spends most of her time teasing the other companions for their reactions but in a way where its clear that shes guiding them towards more grateful responses. She smiles at you warmly and softly across the table, eyes twinkling. Her gentle teasing of you is filled with subtle offers of repaying the kindness in ways that you will not be able to expect or predict later on so that she may surprise you in kind. Also, to ensure you cannot reject her because you dont know whats coming or when.
Halsin: Very clearly thanks you with direct eye contact. If your relationship is good, he holds both your hands in his and gives them a firm but caring squeeze. All of his feelings are in his eyes and his words are exceptionally heartfelt and to the point. He has no issues with being appreciative or straightforward, and this meant a lot to him. Offers to run your bath for you later, since Gale is doing the dishes. Probably offers to wash your hair. Comes on to you a bit, he cant help it. Heart eyes 1000%
Astarion: Awkward. Uncomfortable. Initially tries to play it off with pomp and flourish, goes to hint that you just wanted to rifle through everyones things while no one was home. Does, actually, double check all of his belongings. You cant fault him for being who he is. Questions you with a deep frown, but waits to do so until he has you cornered in the back of the hallway where he waited for you to come out of the privy. You reassure him, and hes huffy about it. It takes a lot for him to go from accusational to deflated. Laments he cant enjoy the meal you prepared, only to be presented with a live hog in the store room and a bottle of red wine. You didnt forget. He stares, stutters out his gratitude. Does not apologize for grilling you. Body language towards you for the next few days has a distinct affectionate companionability to it. Small genuine smiles half hidden behind wine glasses.
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ran across this picture of pro!hero shinsou and immediately died of brainrot. part time college professor shinsou x bimbo!reader [if you think this is ooc then maybe you should just kiss me on the lips then.] suggestive
Seeing your face in full for the first time is already enough to twist his stomachs in knots. Fold it over itself a few times until it’s tightened in a neat little hitch, and his lungs the pretty bow on top the moment her mouth opens. Plump lips that kiss each word on its way out and nearly leaves him envious. His brain barely registers what’s actually been said until he’s taking a moment to revise.
And then he short circuits.
“Are you interested in having sex?”
Shinsou stands there a little stiller than he should as his student stares up at him curiously, doe eyes blinking expectantly at the older man as the cool training ground air dries out his slightly gaped mouth and his brain buffers at the reality of things.
You breathe in a little briskly before nodding again, looking away briefly like you’re chiding herself. “Oh, sorry,” You redouble. “Are you interested in having sex with me?”
This is his reality right now.
Shinsou Hitoshi is not a religious man, a spiritual man, sure; but he has never been quite so comfortable with the idea of god’s and otherworldly forces - so powerful that they foresee the outcome of his and the lives around him. He doesn’t like the thought of greater powers or deities of any kind. Invisible men that pull his strings or any leveraged omnipotence that could disrupt the equilibrium of reality or nature. He believes in Then and Now, and any paths he may take in the latter are his choice and his doing. His fate will always be in his hands.
….Although - He stares at that familiar soft tawny now softened by the evening sun. Exposed shoulders veiled by dark thickets of bouncing curls and about eight months of over the shoulder glances and lingering stares that are apparently being cashed in right before him. Even a man so dead set on his ideals might have to reconsider at an opportunity like this. Maybe there is a big man in the sky. Maybe he’s been watching him piss away his love life for the past twenty seven years and decided that this was the time to knock him on his ass about it. Maybe this is a gift?
Maybe this is a test.
There’s a long second he spends blowing out empty air before his voice can seep into the atmosphere.
“Wha-…You’re… seriously asking me this?” And he can’t tell if he means that out of disbelief or genuine curiosity.
You must take it as the latter, because you nod so genuinely - so cutely. That his teeth instinctively start to grind against each other. “I hope this isn’t an inconvenient way to ask. You’re usually really busy outside of our training bumps and I doubt your assistant would take me seriously if I made an appointment for this reason.”
“It’s also…” And he almost feels like the weird one for saying this. “…Wildly inappropriate.”
“Oh...” You pause, and for a moment he expects you to finally tune into how bizarre this situation really is.
Until you’re hitting him with another curveball. “Rejecting me would also be fine then, Sensei.”
That makes him openly grimace - throw his head back a bit and remind himself that: No, that isn’t the worst thing you’ve said since this conversation started. And yes, rejecting you was always a valid option. You say it so cooly that he’s almost afraid that you’re indifferent about the whole thing to begin with. Which begs the question:
“What’s this about?” Shinsou furrows.
You finally move your gaze from him to an empty corner of the wall as you fidgets on your feet a few tense seconds, wrapping your arms around yourself with a short hesitant shrug of your shoulders and pout in a way that can only be described as troublesome.
“I’ve… I can’t put all of my focus on climbing up the ranks anymore. Or on studying… or on anything else for that matter,” You start shyly. “All I’ve been thinking about for the past few months is you.”
The more you continue the closer he gets to self-destructing. “To be fair, I thought I admired your skill and resolve. - Which I do. It’s just… I like the sound of your voice and how it sounds when you talk to me. And the way you handle us trainees, and me whenever I mess up. I like the way your fingers feel on my leotard.”
The fact that he can see you riling yourself up at the thought of him, redistribute the weight on your feet like you’re looking for friction - His mouth doesn’t know whether to dry or salivate and for his sake he hopes his suit is thick enough to hide the bulge that’s steadily forming.
“All I can think of is having sex with you, Sensei.” You say truthfully. “And at least if you reject me then the humiliation of that’ll-“
“I’m not gonna reject you.” And the way your eyes light up makes his lungs feel near to bursting. Seriously, have you seen you? What chump would be so out of his mind to pass up something like this?
But he steps in a little closer, enough to get a whiff of oat and honey, and finely scrubbed in sugars. It’s an ego trip to see you start to fluster a bit. Although he’s sure he’s not faring any better.
You’re bathing in his attention. “But _____ - Sweetheart, it sounds like you just have feelings for me.” Shinsou exhales a little breathlessly. “A regular confession would’ve done just fine, and we could’ve gotten to the good parts later.”
“I feel the same way about you, y’know?” He pinches one of your cheeks. “‘Have for a while, actually,”
You simper. “You have?”
He nods with a warm hum. You’d purr in his hands if you could. “And now that everything’s out in the open, don’t you feel a little better? ‘Can finally think straight, huh?”
“No, now I wanna do it even more.”
Ah,
He pats your cheeks a few times as he raises his back to look over at the rest of your fellow classmates, flashes an innocent little lazy smile toward the field as he looks out for any wandering eyes and prays that that overhead bell is close to ringing.
Shinsou finds a secure grip on your jaw when the coast is clear. “Okay,” His smile sharpens. “That’s okay. - Hey, how about you try and make it through this bump and if you can do that; I’ll sneak into the ladies locker room and fuck you stupid. How’s that sound?”
The way your lips form into a pout by the force of his grip nearly has him pulling you forward to press his against them. “S’good, shensei. Thawnk yew!”
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Wukong and Macaque with an innocent reader?? and reader likes cuddles
haha more monkey men
✰ Sun Wukong and Macaque x Soft!Reader ✰
Fandom; LEGO Monkie Kid Character List; Macaque, SWK Genre(s); FLUFF, lil' bit of Angst TW/CW; A little blood A/N; i accidentally lost all of this once so i had 2 rewrite it</3 but anyways i had to put on my most sickeningly sweet playlist while writing this ofc,, hope you like ! wukong's is a bit longer bc tbh i didn't mean to make a whole ass scenario but here we are,,
☀️ Sun Wukong
-This man is absolutely in love with you -You're his partner so of course he loves you! BUT BRO -You were like his literal sunshine, so bright and sweet and fun. How could anyone not like you? -If you call him any sweet petname, his tail is always swishing around with a proud smile on his face -Yeah!! That's him!!! -He likes holding your face when he kisses you -If you like to bake, he's gonna wanna be in the kitchen with you, watching what you do -Tell him he can help! He might not be that good, but it's okay because you two always have fun making things together -If you cry easily, he'll always be there to hug you and calm you down. He absolutely hates seeing you cry -Have stuffed animals? Get matching ones with him! He'll keep his somewhere he can always look at it -He likes when you hold onto his arm. It lets him know you trust him :) -You love cuddles? So does he! -Will never pass up an opportunity to cuddle you. He loves holding you or when you cling to him, and if you hold him he's gonna melt -If you let him lay his head on your lap, he will fall asleep, just sayin' -You're his comfort, his happy place -One time he came back to the mountain only to find you playing with his little monkey friends! You were petting them and talking about how cute they were as a few gathered near you. You giggled and said hi to every one. -Wukong's heart is doin' flips rn -"Heyy, peaches! What are you, the monkey whisperer?" -You snort at his question as he sits next to you, the end of his tail thumping against the ground -One of the monkeys leaps onto his shoulder and you both laugh a little -How'd he get someone as amazing as you? He was one of the coolest people he knew, but you,, -He could never get enough of you. Your smile, your laugh, you kindness and the way you always tried to see the best in people. The way you waved to him when he had to leave for a bit, the way you tried to hold in a laugh and shoved his shoulder when he made a joke, your soft and loving voice-- -Your love made him feel something he hadn't felt in many, many years. Your softness makes HIM soft bro -Wukong will listen when you tell him about little things that make you happy. A certain animal, a certain flower, certain weather. Anything! -And if you're easily flustered he will totally take advantage of that, reminding you every day of how beautiful you are to him and telling you how pretty your outfit is! And of course he'll tease you a bit just for fun -If you happen to compliment him back, MAN DOWN
-Wukong wants to protect you as best as he can. If you can't protect yourself, he wants to be your protector -If demons come after him, he doesn't want them to come after you -He always wants to know that you're safe. Teach this man to use a phone so you can text him! Might take a while though -And if a demon ever does come after you... ohu boy -He is beyond angry -Nothing is gonna stop him from getting to you. Anything to get you back, safely in his arms -And once he locates you and the demon,, -That monster will never see the light of day again -But his light, however, is safe. And that's all he cares about right now -You cry as he bursts in and absolutely destroys that demon in like 3 hits -You knew Wukong would come to aid you, but still, you were so scared of what would happen to you before then. You try to wipe your tears, but they just keep coming -Wukong looks back at you, and his gaze immediately softens, any sign of anger leaving his features -He hurries to you, and you don't hesitate to practically leap into his arms, sniffling and thanking him -He wraps his arms around you tightly and assures you that everything is okay now. Your amazing boyfriend was here! Nothing else would hurt you now -"..Hey, don't cry, sunshine. It's safe, you're safe now, okay? Yeah?" -He doesn't want to, but he pulls away so he can summon his cloud and get you both outta there -He smiles at you to reassure you, but his smile falls upon seeing the blood on your face,, and your arm? -Had he not noticed before? Being so happy to see you,, -The injuries stung, but you weren't paying much attention to them right now. The distress was clear on Wukong's face, however -You were about to say his name, but he quickly pulled you close again and hopped on his cloud, holding you tightly as you both soared back to Flower Fruit -Once you were back, Wukong was patching up your injuries as best as he could. He was uncharacteristically quiet while doing it, only speaking to ask if something hurt or if he was being too rough -You looked at him with a hint of worry -"Wukong, are you okay..?" -"..Huh- Me? Oh, no, I'm fine-! I just..Are you okay?" -He was just real worried about you :( Especially after seeing that the demon had actually injured you before he could bash its face in -After reassuring him that you were okay, just a bit shaken up but grateful he came to get you, he smiles -He's never gonna let a demon capture and hurt you like that again. Never. You don't deserve to go through that. You deserve to smile and laugh and pick those flowers you like and see all the things that make you happy! -The rest of the day he's just a little more touchy with you than usual, wanting you close, and it's understandable -Kiss him on the nose or forehead before you go to sleep, he loves it -And in the morning he'll wake you up by kissing your neck a bunch, and he'll laugh if you push his face away -Give him a gift and he'll gasp -"A gift? For me? Awh, ya didn't have toooo! You must love me a whole bunch!" -Genuinely appreciates anything you give him! -What he appreciates the most, though, is you. What would he do without you?
🌙 Macaque
-Initially took your softness for plain weakness -But once he unexpectedly started falling for you, he thought maybe it was a facade. Maybe you're just that good and you're up to something -And then you started dating, and he just found it cute -Guess opposites really do attract -If you call him with a sweet petname instead of his name, he'll answer normally, but you can see his tail swaying -You kinda bring this new light to his life, something he didn't know he needed anymore -He's not too good with crying, but if you ever cry he'll quietly hold you and rub circles on your back -"Shh, you're alright. ..Somethin' happen?" -If it was someone who made you cry, they better pray to whatever god they believe in -He's actually pretty good at cooking/baking. If you ask him he'll gladly bake something with you if he's not busy -Would put icing on your nose and laugh a bit -He likes cupcakes the best and if you made some for him he'd just,, he's very thankful -"You made these for me? Seriously? ..Aren't you sweet? Heh, thank you-" -If you happen to get him a stuffed animal, he'll certainly keep it. He won't react as excitedly as Wukong, but he really does appreciate it because it's from you. Plushies aren't his thing, but it'll sit by his bed and remind him of you -Leaves a note with a flower you like if he leaves without you knowing -Hold his face and smile at him, he will melt inside -Touch starved but doesn't like touch that much. It took a little while for him to be completely comfortable with going to cuddle you. Not that he didn't want to, he was just a bit iffy with such close contact,, -Your touch is warm, inviting, kind. He ends up loving when you curl up next to him and if he's upset that day he might come up next to you. Pls hold him -You're always so affectionate with him, he almost can't believe it. But it's just in your nature. You're a caring and soft person with a lot of love to give -Likes kissing your neck or forehead if he leaves or before you sleep -Will tease you if you fluster easily, seeing you blush makes him smile -Everytime he hears you laugh it feels like he's falling for you all over again. How did someone as bitter as him get someone so sweet, he wonders
-Of course he's gonna protect you -He tries to keep you out of anything dangerous he might do, but he always makes sure he'll come back to you -He always seems to know if you're in some sort of danger. It doesn't happen too often, but when it does you know you'll be okay when you see a familiar shadow creep up behind whoever's endangering you -"Hey, sweets, miss me?" -You waste no time clinging to him and thanking him for saving you, tears threatening to fall -He puts an arm around you, "No one's gonna hurt you like that anymore.. alright? I'll be here quicker if it happens again. They won't get the chance." -Macaque likes shiny things or things that glow. Some things like that he picks up he'll give to you randomly -He loves when you're happy to see him when you two see each other again. It feels so good to be wanted by you -Anytime you say you love him, or pet his head, kiss him or smile at him, he's reminded of just how in love he is -Everything feels a bit more whole with you there. You warm his heart by just being near him -He loves you to death bro ( Fin. ~ ✰ )
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asingleietsist · 7 months
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"A Green Queen" AU
Chapter VIII
TW: Discussion of Self-ham
A few hours passed as the two discussed various agreements, commerce deals, supply exchanges, and of course the Grand Peace Flair Ball. Luigi sat on the side next to Kamek, taking notes as the MagiKoopa guided him and kept him up to pace with the conversation. He had chimmed in a few times to give his thoughts on certain guard stations or small reminders of past agreements King Totomesu had stood by. He felt a sense of distance every time the Prince or Bowser shut him down on ideas, but chalked it up to them having more experience. Kamek also reassured him each time that he was doing fine and gave a small pat on his back for comfort. They had broken conversation a few times to eat and rehydrate before they talked on end again.
And as the night fell, they had finally completed their discussion. Prince Khufo cheered and bound off to the kitchen to check on their nightly meals. Kamek, also took this opportunity to check the older scrolls for new spells and remedies for the Koopalings.
The King, however, was at the edge of the balcony looking up at the stars and humming to himself, he was ready to leave, but too tired to go too far into the palace.
Luigi fixed his papers carefully and placed a little gold slate paperweight on top, so they didn't fly off as the breeze kicked in. He stood up, hair flowed slightly, as he watched as Bowser's head turned to follow a certain passing star that shot by.
He walked over with a chair and sat down beside him, still keeping a bit of distance between them. "They're pretty... D-Do you like watching shooting stars?"
"Yeah... I usually watched them with the little ones, but I doubt we would've made it back in time to see them together.. You should see their little eyes light up when they..."
The large koopa's words trailed off as he noticed Luigi's galaxy blue eyes shimmered, eager to hear him talk fondly about his hatchlings.
"That's sweet of you... They could be watching right now. If that makes you feel any better.."
'Why does it matter what he thinks? You're just-'
"Hah! You underestimate their attention span. Ludwig is probably telling Iggy to stop trying to replicate star patterns with his bombs. And Lemmy is most likely drawing silly faces on their shells when they're distracted, speedy lil champ!" He exclaimed. "Wendy won't be so pleased, once she finds out though, she's not afraid to tackle any of them down and nip at them."
Luigi looked at him mortified. "That sounds...greaatttt.... Um.. Did they all come from the same.."
"No, you've asked before"
"When you nearly severed my arm off?"
"Hey! I apologized!", The large lizard huffed. His arms now crossed on the ledge.
Luigi chuckled a bit, "Uh huh.. What an amazing apology."
"You're damned right it was!", Bowser grinned.
Luigi snickered and rolled his eyes, enjoying the King's confidence. Bowser smiled a bit seeing the Queen's enjoyment and continued.
"I'd found most of their eggs on islands or in dense territory I had conquered. Most Koopas my size will abandon eggs once most of the clutch hatch out.", He huffed and gazed back up at the stars. "Yeah, some of them were a hassle to raise, still are, but I'd caused the entire universe to quake in fear if any of them got hurt.", He chuckled at his own comment.
Luigi eyes lifted slightly as he saw the King's gaze softened. "I raised them myself and even though they drive me insane sometimes; they're family to Junior.."
'Just Junior?'
"What about you? Aren't they your family just as much as they are Junior's?"
Bowser gave a low growl causing Luigi to stiffen.
"N-Nevermind.."
The two stayed gazing at the show, Luigi sighed and started to think about when he and Mario would watch the sky with Peach and Toad.
They shared food and witty jokes about their adventures. The countless of times they had saved or helped the kingdom and allies. It had become a second home to Mario and himself. He always felt some sort of peace being with Mario and wished he had some way to contact his brother outside of the contractual agreement.
The agreement.
In light of the situation, the dreamy atmosphere, the cool breeze. Luigi had forgotten that all of this was temporary.
He was a queen to his enemies and all of it was his fault. He agreed to be Bowser's bride, strictly married to the koopa next to him by circumstance of he and his brother's plans. Despite it being his karma, he still missed Mario, and trembled realizing the passage of time.
A light sense of pain hit his arm again but it stopped as Bowser's claw quickly removed his hand from digging into it.
"Why do you keep doing that?!", he yelled.
"It's nothing! Let go!"
"Greenie"
"I said let go! I'm fine!"
" You're not fine! Just let me see and-"
"Thank you for your concern, but I'm FINE."
Bowser's nose flared at his tone and his claw tightened around his hand slightly.
"You know you're REALLY stubborn!"
"I learned from the best...", Luigi muttered.
Bowser growled deeply, "What'sTHAT supposed to mean!". His grip tightened around Luigi's hand more as his pupils slitted and were locked on him.
Luigi winced from the pain breathing heavily then looked away shaking.
Bowser growled then roared briefly as he let go.
Luigi checked his hand for injury, only to see light bruises on the sides of his wrist. He let out a sigh of relief as he massaged them, then looked over at his captor.
Bowser sighed, his tail swayed violently as he tried to cool off. " Why can't you just talk?"
"You ask me to shut up every other time.", He muttered.
"I-", he turned around to object, but couldn't retaliate. "That's usually because you've said something stupid and you know that's not what I meant, when it comes to that."
He lightly tapped a finger on Luigi's right arm.
"I... You caused this."
The King's head tilted in confusion. "But I said-"
"I know... And I'm glad, but it doesn't erase it immediately. It still hurts me. YOU still harmed me! I want to forgive you, but every time I think I understand I begin to blame myself for not thinking about why I'm here and that all of THIS could've been avoided."
Tears swelled in his eyes the more he went on, only to be met with Bowser's perplexed expression.
"As far back as the wedding, I've just been replaying it over and over! If I didn't let my disguise slip or if I hadn't agreed to be here or if I hadn't bothered you that night! I wouldn't have gotten hurt, I wouldn't have these fucking nightmares!"
Luigi's streams of tears blurred his vision, he was regretting every ounce of information he was telling him. He didn't even bother to look over at the Koopa and kept his eyes on the stars as they reflected in his tears slightly.
Bowser blinked, he watched the small man's body shake and hiccup from crying. He reached over slightly with his claw about to say something then retracted, before getting up to leave.
Luigi sniffled as he covered his face with his hands and slowly slid them back into his hair. A light breeze made him shiver, but they didn't stop the quiet crying.
'Why did I do that... He doesn't care! Get a grip, Luigi!'
Half an hour had gone by and Luigi had rested his chin on his uninjured arm to calm down.
His pink eyes gazed out at the palace fountains and the desert beyond the gates.
Dried snot flaked on his mustache and he didn't bother to try and look for Bowser or call for Spotty once his tears stopped flowing.
Purely out of embarrassment.
As he closed his eyes, he heard claws clank against the tiles, and a mild quake rattled his chair.
He felt a warm sheet embrace him only to open his eyes and see Bowser removing a lid from a small dish with an aroma of hefty spices leaving the plate. He gestured towards his face with some wipes he'd brought back, almost ordering him to take it.
Luigi nodded and took a few to wipe off his face and 'stache, being careful of his eyes and lips. When he finished, he glanced behind him to see the blanket placed over his shoulders. A simple black velvety sheet with Bowser's emblem on it, he sighed looking at it then turned his attention to the food Bowser brought.
He hadn't said a word about his outburst and was a bit ashamed to ask, "I'm s-sorry about all of that!", Luigi laughed. "Just forget I said-"
Before he could finish, Bowser slipped food into his mouth with a spoon. As Luigi began to chew, his face lit up tasting a familiar fruit he hadn't had in a while, tomatoes.
Despite the pleasant surprise he looked up at the King confused.
"You talk too much."
".....Not usually..", he swallowed.
"You also cry worse than a hatchling."
Luigi sighed, "Probably..."
Bowser looked down at him, "So you hurt yourself because of me?"
Luigi didn't say anything nor did he move in response to his comment. He stayed staring at the stars, the blanket covering his shoulders.
Bowser hummed, understanding to not press further for now, and asked if he wanted to just eat.
Luigi nodded, his face flushed as he slightly opened his mouth for another spoonful.
Bowser's tail slowly swung as he fed him again and looked up towards the heavens. He wanted to know more about this self inflicted harm, if he could for a moment, stop the pain as quickly as each star shot above. A pit of guilt growing in his stomach, as brief as the streaks of silver, luminescent, and ever fleeting.
Spotty stepped onto the balcony and stared at the two, "Your highness. The Prince has found intruders in the palace and is requesting your...and the Queen's presence immediately."
Luigi groaned a bit and slightly stood up. His knees shaking as the crying has caused a small headache to form, making him feel dizzy.
Bowser caught him carefully and growled, "Fine, but tell him I'll be taking the Queen back to his room for the night."
"But-", Luigi stammered.
"No. You are going to rest. That's an order."
"....."
Spotty bowed, "Yes, your highness".
Bowser glanced down at Luigi and puffed, "Do you mind if I carry you?"
He shook his head slowly, not wanting to worsen his head ache. "Just...really slowly. My head is spinning.", he gasped.
Bowser nodded and gently slipped his claws under the Queen's thighs. He made sure to avoid digging his nails into the pants, despite wanting to playfully poke at Luigi's soft skin.
Luigi kept close to the koopa's chest, hearing a slow thump thump coming from his shell. He listened to its shallow rhythm and closed his eyes as Bowser carried him down the hall.
Prince Khufo yawned as he stepped down the torch-lit stairwell. His wings opened greatly as he darted down the stairs dramatically, causing the once sunset shimmering flames to blaze ocean blue.
At the bottom, he stepped into a sandstone hall, filled with nearly empty cells, holding long gone dry bones, goombas, and deserted, torn shy guy uniforms. The Prince padded past each cell with a cheeky grin and as he approached the last two his eyes lit up.
"Oh, what a treat! Thinking you could get in here unannounced? And why.. not even a single letter either. We're not plebians yknow..", he pouted.
He held one of the torches closer to the cell and the light shined onto a cloak, covering his captives face.
"Nothing? Really? Hmph, suit yourself. Maybe the Koopa King will have more fun with you and your little band of outcasts. It'll sure be quite the show~", he giggled.
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mimisempai · 3 months
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An eternity to believe
Summary
Aziraphale still sometimes finds it hard to believe that Crowley can love him when he may have hurt him at times. But the demon is more than willing to prove him right.
Notes
Tired of talk that blames either Crowley or Aziraphale, or that put one or the other on a pedestal... it's my answer.
INEFFABLE ADVENT CALENDER
On Ao3
Rating G -  1149 words
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For once, it was Aziraphale lying on the sofa, head in Crowley's lap, eyes closed, but not asleep.
The demon had one of his hands buried in the angel's fluffy hair, the gramophone played soft music, and the wood crackled in the fire that radiated warmth and soft light, but Aziraphale was only aware of the demon's fingers in his hair and the feeling of contentment that washed over him. 
Every time they had the opportunity to share such a moment, the angel was delighted, every time it was like something new, because for years he had forbidden himself to dream of this kind of intimate moment, shared without fear of the consequences. So to have it at hand now was overwhelming.
Crowley's hand moved from his hair to his cheek, snapping him out of his reverie. He opened his eyes and, pressing his cheek into the demon's warm palm, saw that Crowley had leaned forward and was looking at him with a tender glow in his eyes and a gentle smile on his lips.
Aziraphale raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "What's the matter?"
Crowley's smile widened as he teasingly replied, "Do I need any particular reason to look at you?"
Unable to hide his embarrassment, Aziraphale replied in a slightly embarrassed voice, "No..." then bit his lip before continuing, "though I can't see what there is to admire."
Crowley leaned in a little more to meet his gaze and retorted, "Oh, no? You don't? Well, I see plenty to admire."
At Aziraphale's doubtful pout, Crowley continued, tracing the contours of Aziraphale's face with his fingertips, "There is so much to admire and love about you, Angel."
Aziraphale, increasingly embarrassed, turned his head to avoid Crowley's intense gaze. Though he was getting used to it and accepting it, he still found it hard to accept the demon's compliments.
But Crowley would have none of it, so he grabbed the Angel's shoulders and pulled him up so they could sit face-to-face on the sofa. He took the angel's hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the palm gently before asking kindly, "Is it still so hard for you to believe me when I tell you there's so much to admire and love about you?"
Aziraphale swallowed and replied softly, "I'm not talking about physical attributes, but about all the times I may have let you down, the bad choices I may have made when my vision was still blurred by the one Heaven gave me, the way I reminded again and again you that it was your demon nature. So sometimes I don't understand how you can admire me when you know all of that."
The demon shook his head and replied quietly, "Of course I know them all. Just as you know mine. I also know that you may make others. Just as I might make some. But that only makes you perfect..."
Aziraphale chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Perfect?"
Crowley pressed a finger to the angel's lips and retorted, "Let me finish, will you?"
Aziraphale nodded and fell silent as the demon continued, "That makes you perfect... for me. Someone who would only be perfect could never accept me and my own flaws and mistakes. But someone who has flaws and is aware of them is perfect for me. After all, humans have a mathematical theory that says two negatives added together equal one positive, right?"
Aziraphale chuckled slightly and replied, "Not when it comes to bookkeeping."
Crowley rolled his eyes and, seeing his annoyance, Aziraphale hastened to add, "I know what you mean, but..."
Crowley's expression softened, "But what, Angel?"
"Even if I accept your love, I find it hard to believe that you can admire me after all these mistakes and bad choices."
Crowley responded by asking him a question, "Aziraphale, do you love me?"
Aziraphale immediately replied, insulted that Crowley would even ask him the question, "Of course I do!"
Crowley continued, "Do you love only certain parts of me? Or do you love all of me?"
Aziraphale again immediately replied, "All of you, of course!"
Crowley placed his hand on the angel's cheek, caressing it with his thumb, and replied softly, "Just as I love you, all of you. That doesn't mean I like your mistakes or your bad choices. Just as you probably don't like some of my choices and decisions. But that doesn't stop you from loving me, does it?"
"Even if I wanted to, I couldn't stop loving you, even for those few seconds when I thought you killed those goats and delighted in making Job suffer, or those few seconds when I thought you were responsible for the guillotine massacres, or that you were an accomplice to the Nazis. Even in those brief moments, I couldn't stop loving you."
This made Crowley smile fondly as he continued, "Just as the choices you made when you refused to leave with me, when you said we were not on the same side, did not stop me from continuing to love you, I mean, even if you had followed Metatron, it would not have stopped me from continuing to love you." 
He kissed Aziraphale's forehead lightly and continued, "We learn, we change, we fall, but we get back up and try again and again. We're both the same, Angel. That's why I say you're perfect for me.."
Aziraphale swallowed and asked, "You really think so?"
Crowley laughed, "When have you ever seen me say something I didn't mean?"
Aziraphale smiled back and sighed, "All right..."
Crowley said quietly, "You're all I can ask for, and the good thing is, I've got all of eternity to convince you of that."
Aziraphale murmured softly, "I love you," before burying his face in the demon's neck as he closed his arms around the angel.
He knew it would be a long time before Aziraphale would be able to do what Crowley had told him, and that this would probably not be the last time they would have this kind of conversation.
Suddenly, Aziraphale straightened and, cupping Crowley's face in his hands, said softly, "You too."
Crowley asked confused, "Me too?"
Aziraphale smiled tenderly, "You too are perfect for me. Everything you've told me applies to you, too."
Seeing Crowley pout, Aziraphale shook his head vigorously, "Oh, no, don't ask me to believe you when you don't apply the same principles to yourself."
Crowley chuckled, "Then we'll need all of eternity to convince each other."
Aziraphale brought his face close to Crowley's and murmured against it, "That's okay, I don't have anything special planned for the next thousand years."
Then he pressed his lips to the demon's to seal the deal.
Of course, it would take more than a kiss for each of them to ever accept the way they saw each other.
But it didn't matter how long it took when they had eternity ahead of them.
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Still not beta'd
Still not my native language
Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰
Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝
Ineffable Growing Love series : (After season 2) 
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drabblesandimagines · 7 months
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Blessing
Clive Rosfield x fem reader Fuffy/bit of angst, based on this request
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You can’t sleep.
Usually you find falling sleep as easy as breathing – be it on bedroll, mattress or solid ground – but recently it has been eluding you, despite feeling the exhaustion run down to your very bones. It would be a lie to say you weren’t used to patchy sleep either – when you were out on Cursebreaker missions it was rare there was the opportunity for a full night’s rest. You were often spread thin, finishing off one job and having to immediately head off to the next, lucky to grab a few hours’ of sleep on a bedroll before setting to work under the cover of darkness.
Then, when you’d return to the Hideaway, you’d sleep deeply, catching up on the missed hours – the missed hours that had been so worth it, as new Bearers would also be spending their first night in safety.
But you’ve been in bed for hours now, staring at the ceiling, and sleep remains elusive.
Perhaps it’s the bed? You shuffle slightly – as if you hadn’t tossed and turned a dozen times already - testing your theory. It’s a little uncomfortable, maybe… Oh, look at you, you scold, a couple of years on and off on a proper bed and now you’re judging it? You’re no lady of court. Perhaps you should spend a night in the Chocobo stables to remind you of your luck, of how things used to be. Of how things still are for those unfortunate souls.
Clive sighs contentedly besides you, burying his face. You adore watching him sleep – sometimes it feels like the only time he is truly relaxed. His face softens, the weight he has taken on his shoulders lifts and he appears serene, dreaming of the future he wishes to craft.
It’s a face you see in the moments when the two of you share a sweet kiss.
You so desperately want to see it all the time and maybe – no, truthfully – that is why you cannot sleep.
Clive has never been one to hide emotions – his face is an open book to his soul, and when you’d returned that afternoon after a few nights away, skiff empty once again of rescued Bearers you could not miss the flicker of disappointment his face gave away.
It has always been hard to convince Bearers to take a leap of faith and come away with you to the Hideaway, but lately you haven’t even been getting that far. Too many times you’d followed up intelligence to find the Bearers gone already, sold on elsewhere, or worse – petrified in place.
Clive is working so hard, day in and day out, traversing the continent, helping Bearers and everyone besides wherever he goes, slowly but surely felling Mothercrystal by Mothercrystal.
And you? You can’t even bring one Bearer back to safety.
He is doing his duty, he took up the mantle of Cid, shouldered the many burdens of the Hideaway without a word of complaint and kept the cause alive, despite setbacks and pushbacks from those you’re so desperate to help.
You are his partner – he’d said himself he’d fell in love with your compassion, your optimism, your kind heart.
You should be helping alleviate the weight he’s taking on, not adding to it, not making his face flicker with disappointment. Why are you so useless now?
Your eyes burn with tears of your failures and you swallow back the emotion. You can’t do this now, not when Clive is sleeping so peacefully. You’ve added to his load enough, you don’t need to add a poor night’s sleep on top of it all.
Stop it, you chide yourself, pull it together.
But you can’t. Your mind continues to whirl, your chest feels as if it’s burning. You clench your jaw and your fists, just trying to keep it held in until you can get out of this room.
You sit up slowly, feeling like your heart is pounding loud enough to wake the entire Hideaway. You’re careful not to disturb the mattress as you place your feet down on the floorboards and stand up tentatively. Clive mumbles half a word causing you to freeze, but he settles for nuzzling his face deeper into his pillow once more.
You choose your next steps deliberately. The hinges had been oiled recently – thank the Founder – so it opens without a creak and you silently slip out.
The whole Hideaway is in slumber but your eyes still burn. The acoustics the ale hall provide work well for the bard, but not for the sorrow you continue to swallow down.
You walk with a little more purpose across the cool floor, heading past Charon’s counter and towards the stairs leading to the loading dock and the lift beyond. You could never hear the lift when you were in Clive’s chambers so you step in and pull the lever up and down, still careful to keep your emotions in your mouth as you descend.
It’s not safe yet.
There’s a cool breeze off the blighted lake tonight – it chills you a little, dressed in nothing but a nightgown. You press on, hurrying towards the end of the dock, seeing Obolus’ skiff bobbing gently in place.
As you reach the edge, you drop to your knees, finally letting out a strangled sob from deep within. It doesn’t feel like a release though, only opening the floodgates of what you’ve held in for so long. You lean back, drawing your legs in front of you and wrap your arms around them, weeping into your knees.
Failure.
Waste of space.
What good are you?
The negative thoughts consume your mind, sucking you into the void and the tears flow like the Dzemekys Falls.
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Clive wakes with a start and immediately notices two things - an empty bed and what sounds like Torgal scratching at the chamber door.
“Love?” He sits up, immediately awake at your unexpected absence. He places a hand on the space you usually occupy - the mattress retains your warmth so you can’t have been gone long.
The scratching at the door continues and his stomach sinks with nerves.
He gets to his feet, grabbing his shirt and his leathers – he slept in his smalls, after all – and tugs them up his legs with some difficulty. He opens the chamber door and finds Torgal sat there, head tilted.
Clive pulls his shirt over his head before kneeling down, scratching the wolf behind his ears. “What is it, boy?”
Torgal growls playfully, spinning on his heel and trotting down the stairs, waiting for Clive to follow. He barely makes it down to the last step when Torgal scampers off, obviously leading him somewhere.
Leading him to you.
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Your breath is short, hard to catch it as the tears continue to flow. It feels like you should’ve run out by now - your knees are damp, your mouth is dry.
Between shaky, shuddering breaths, you can hear soft clicks of claws on wood over your shoulder, before a wet nose buries its way down to your cheek, nudging gently at you. Heavier footsteps follow at a quickened pace. You keep your head down, trying to muffle your continuing sobs, hoping this is all a bad dream.
“Darling…” Clive sounds panicked, a warm palm is now on your shoulder as he takes the wolf’s place. Torgal backs away a few paces and lies down – blocking the path. Clive sits down besides you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his broad chest. You quickly drop your knees, pressing your cheek into him, feeling guilty that it’ll be damp in moments. It’s not enough for him though as he swiftly pulls you into his lap, cradling you like a newborn babe, pressing frantic kisses to your crown, gently rocking you back and forth.
“I cannot bear to see you like this. What can I do?”
“G-go back to-bed.” You choke out, your throat feels constricted from the overwhelming sorrow. “Please.”
“Sweetheart…” He holds you tighter, if that was possible, as if he could squeeze what has upset you so entirely out of your body. “I could never.”
He doesn’t press you further, resting his chin on your head, one hand rubbing what he hopes are soothing, reassuring circles on your back and sways back and forth gently as you sob pitifully into his chest, clutching at the fabric of his shirt as you do so.
Slowly but surely, his warmth, his touch, his love for you as you’re enveloped in his arms, tucked up in his lap eases the ache in your heart, slows your breathing, and the tears begin to dry until only small, soft hiccups remain.
Still, Clive doesn’t question. He just lets you be, occasionally pressing another soft, lingering kiss to your head.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper, mumbling into his chest.
“Whatever for?” He replies, gently.
“For adding to your burdens.”
“I do not understand what you mean, my love.”
“You are doing so much, taking on Cid’s legacy, the Mothercrystals, helping our allies…” Your throat goes tight, but you press on. “It’s been weeks since I’ve brought back any Bearers to the Hideaway, let alone saved any. I’m always a step behind.”
“It is not your fault-“
“It is. I’m not good enough, I’m not good enough for you.”
He sits up a little then, moves his hand under your chin to tilt your face upright. You want to squeeze your eyes shut – you can’t bear to see the disappointment on his face again.
“Darling, I wish I had the words to articulate what you are for me, what you do to me.” He says, sincerely, adoration in his stormy blue eyes as he looks down at you. “When I am weary, one kiss from you makes me feel as if I’ve had a whole night’s rest. When I am upset, a smile from you makes me forget all my worries. I love you.”
He presses a soft kiss to your lips then – chaste, delicate.
“The love you so graciously bless me with lightens all the burdens I could ever take on and I do so gladly. Why did you not speak with me about this before?”
“You do so much, Clive.”
“As do you. The Hideaway is not a one-man show – everyone plays their part, do they not?”
You bite your lip. “I suppose…”
“I know it has been difficult lately. It has for me too. The Bearers hear Cid the Outlaw and would rather remain where they are. But we continue to fight and, as I know you are there every day to replenish my spirit, I only hope I can do the same for you, sweetheart.”
“You do. I love you so much.”
He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Promise me you will tell me if these feelings overwhelm you again. I will hold you for as long as you need, allow me to be the light in the darkness that you are for me. Please.”
“I promise.” You nod, yawning a little.
He cradles you back to his chest once more, an arm slipping under your knees and he smoothly gets to his feet as you wrap your arms around his neck and he turns to head back along the dock.
“Now, allow me to get you back to bed. You’re freezing.”
You feel exhausted once more, the outburst of emotion surely the cause, and relax in his embrace, resting your cheek against his chest. You can hear Torgal trotting behind at his heels.
The journey back up to the chambers is made in silence. The wolf goes back to his place by Charon’s counter, awaiting his morning treats. Clive had left the chamber doors open in his rush so he simply nudges them shut with his foot as he enters, before walking over to the bed and placing you down gently in your rightful place. He takes a moment to tug off his leathers once more and clambers in behind you, pulling you against his chest, tucking his knees up behind yours and pressing another kiss to your jaw.
“You will never be a burden, my blessing.”
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