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certainlynotasimp · 11 months

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OH MY GOD. THE WAY I JUST SCREAMED IN MY PILLOW BECAUSE OF YOUR NEW SUNNY FIC AGDGJAEGAJAVSG ITS SOSOSOS CUTE I CANT BREATHEHEHEHEHE. it got me thinking…sunny and miggy are perfect for the one bed trope 😭😭😭😭😭 just imagine miggy acting like it doesn’t effect him, sleeping in the same bad as sunny. i’m already giggling thinking about it. PLEASE WRITE A FIC ABOUT IT WHEN YOU HAVE THE TIME 😭🙏

As Warm As You.

Miguel O’Hara x Female! Reader

A/N: OMG! Thank you so much for the love and the request! 💕🤍 I personally never read anything from this trope, but I think I made something that can satisfy your fluffy craving😅. But I added some Sunny lore, so maybe this will make up for my ignorance. I’m also sorry it’s kinda short.

A/N: I haven’t seen the movie yet, but this shouldn’t be harmed by it maybe. Also I would like to say that I am using Google Translate for the Spanish phrases I use, so if you are fluent in Mexican Spanish (I think that’s what you call phrases and sayings more common in Mexico.), please comment some criticism my way. Thank you!🤍

Warnings: Trauma, Nightmares, comfort, fluffy bits, One Bed, Miguel is a secret softie, No Use of YN ((Sunny is her nickname, not her name name)), Female pronouns, Google Translate Spanish, Established relationship?

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“Ben?…Ben!”

The little spider’s scream cuts through the screeching sirens. The smog hung around the air as the dying flames stained the sky. Too many flames…Too many places to be at once.

The red staining the dark costume caused bile to build up as the search becomes more desperate.

I have to find him.

The dull pain from nails bending and breaking as the rumble falls around her shaking frame. The choked panting caused the Doctor to find his friend quite easily. His friend desperately searching for something. Someone.

Why can’t I find him?

The question is answered with a patch of dark hair appears under a pile of rumble, the tips stained in red. There was so much…why is there so much…

A howl of pain rings out of the young woman’s throat as she clings to the body, her mentor just steps behind her, helpless as to how he can help her.

No one can help her. Like how no one helped her Ben.

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A faint flash of orange alerts the sleeping man out of his endless dream. He looks around and doesn’t notice anyone at first. Miguel sighs, his paranoia running wild as he almost thought an enemy broke into his apartment, not that it would be a first. As he lays back down to sleep, a slight drag against the floor brings the hairs on the back of his neck to life.

He may not have a spider-sense, but he certain knew when someone was watching him. His talons burrow at as the sound patters closer to his bed. With out hesitation, he lunges towards the noise, his hands catching the form of an invisible figure as he rams them into the wall. A yelp with a whiff of vanilla and lavender stops him from ripping the invisible person’s throat out.

“Cariño?…” Miguel whispers as he retracts his claws. A faint whimpering emerges from the solid unseen being in front of him as her body materializes in the moonlight. The lines of her spider suit glowing an ethereal green as her mask disintegrates, revealing her tear stained face.

“What are you doing?” His eyebrows furrow as he looks at her suspiciously, despite knowing that she was the only one he knows wouldn’t hurt him. His mind blurs his confusion and frustration as he steps back to allow her to recover from being slammed into the wall. Certainly there wasn’t a big enough emergency that the beloved residential ray of sunshine would leave her room at The Lobby to break into his dimension, and bedroom to come get him.

“You know better than to use the gizmo to…” His scolding comes to a halt when the young woman hugs his figure, burning her head into his firm chest.

His shirt becomes wet with her tears as she sobs. The realization hits him as she whimpers into his touch.

She had the dream again.

No. She had the memory again.

His arms wrapped around her short frame as he buried his nose into her hair. Her scent filled the hole of sorrow her cries burned into him. As he rubs her back, her cries eventually stopped as she pulls away from him, an apology already waiting on her lips.

“I’m sorry, Miggy…it was really bad this time…” She mutters as she tries wiping her tears away as she forces a shy smile.

She felt ashamed for bothering him. Miguel was a busy man and she could have just stayed in her room at The Lobby, but the screams were too much.

His screams were too much.

Miguel doesn’t respond as he heads over to his dresser, pulling open a drawer. His face remaining emotionless as he retrieves a sweatshirt that sparked her familiarity.

The old gray crew neck sweatshirt with a fraying collar and mysterious stains along the sleeves. The old golden initials of NYU were cracked and picked apart due to many trips in the wash and anxious tendencies. A faint blush appears as she remembers the first time she ever saw that sweatshirt, the memory being one of her favorite…it was the first time she felt so warm since that day…

Miguel attracts her attention again when he rolls up the fabric in his hands and forces the neck over her head. Her hair sticking awkwardly as she peers up at Miguel in awe at how caring he was despite his annoyed expression.

“Brazos arriba, Sunshine.” He whispers as he helps her arms through the sleeves. She blindly follows him like a student being instructed. The taller spider stands back as he raises an eyebrow expectantly.

“I appreciate that you enjoy the suit I made you, mi luz.” Miguel states with a slight teasing smile. “But you probably wanna be more comfortable for bed.”

“Oh yea…” The small spider blushes in embarrassment as she disintegrates her suit back into her gizmo device. A shiver travels up her spine as the cold air on her legs, leaving her almost exposed except for the old sweatshirt.

“Now then,” Miguel sighs as he walks back over to his bed and crawls back under the covers. “I have several meetings in the morning, so I need to sleep.”

The little spider shuffles in her spot for a few moments as Miguel closes his eyes, getting ready to sleep again. With a nail between her teeth, the girl heads for the door to go find the couch when Miguel clears his throat. She turns back to look at him when she sees the covers beside him pulled back. Miguel’s open eye glaring at her as he groans. “It would be a lot easier for me to leave in the morning if you are in here and not in my way.”

A warm smile forms on her face as she excitedly comes into his bed. Miguel’s front facing her as his burgundy gaze burns with false annoyance and exhaustion. Miguel sighs as he feels the smaller being’s weight snuggles into his broad chest as expected.

“Thank you, Miggy.” She whispers. Her eyes peering up at him with gratitude and an emotion that only shines for him, his own secret that he will die to keep to himself.

Miguel rolls his eyes as his eyes meet hers, his warm cheeks hidden by the darkness. “Go to sleep, Cariño. You’re gonna need it for training.”

She giggles as she wraps her arms around his waist like a teddy bear. “Sweet Dreams, mi bonita araña..” She mumbles as she closes her eyes. His warmth fills the coldness of her nightmares as sleep draws her to peaceful breaths. Miguel remains frozen for a few moments as he makes sure she is deep in REM sleep before his gaze softens.

His rapidly beating heart acts as her lullaby as he places a kiss on her crown.

“Sweet dreams, mi vida…” He whispers into her scalp as his arms loom around her, acting as her shield before he slips into a sweet slumber in his light’s embrace.

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader

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henrioo · 10 months

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I saw you were asking for a request so here I go.

Can I get a Luffy X Reader, where they both met their future selves and are surprised and flustered that they end up together.

Thank you for your time,I love your writing.

✦ ── Me? I am you!: Monkey D. Luffy

Relationships: Luffy x Gn!Reader, 40!Luffy x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: A day on an island looking for a gift for your captain shouldn't be too much, until you run into... Luffy?

Warnings: Older man flirting with younger person (he's just confused), cuteness, future versions

Word Count: 1,8k

Notes: Reader neutral as always! I think it got a little too quick in the conversation between the versions but I didn't want to drag out any weird or too scientific conversations. I hope you like it, sorry for the mistakes and for the delay

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Sunny was nestled close to mountains whose only path was a dense uninhabitable forest. The sun was shining brightly but the various clouds in the sky prevented the heat from being unbearable. You weren't guarding the ship and had collected enough money from the latest robberies from sailors along the way. You had the perfect outfit and all the groceries for the long day you were going to have.

To sum it all up, you had the perfect day planned and you were acting on your plans! Why all this? It was simple, finding a unique and perfect gift so you could confess to your crush and crewmate, none other than Luffy, your captain!

You've been sailing with the crew for a long time, even though you've been apart for two years, so you weren't strangers to any of them. You formed beautiful bonds of friendship with everyone, you trusted them with your life and they did the same... But with your captain things developed a little differently than with your other colleagues.

You had a huge admiration for Luffy, a sense of wanting to repay the favor he did by saving your life and inviting you into the crew. Every moment you had together was you desperately trying to impress him and prove yourself worthy of his mercy, initially it might not even be healthy, but as the weeks went by your feelings also changed drastically.

What was admiration became affection, what was a desire to be the least became a desire to be the only one. You stopped seeing Luffy as a distant captain and started seeing him as your friend, as someone who was there for you in every situation. You didn't notice for a long time that little by little your gestures were changing, that your eyes had more love, that your smiles were warmer, that that friendship you cultivated was slowly becoming love.

Losing Luffy was hard, but it was losing that made you realize that you loved him, that you wanted to be his companion not in a platonic way, but in a romantic way, you wanted to be his only one. Time passed and when you were able to meet again it was like a bomb changed places with your heart, the first few days you stuttered nervously and blushed at any action Luffy had with you, whether it was a touch or a hug, you looked like a version of Sanji when you saw a beautiful lady.

You needed a few months to calm down and get your head on straight, by now all the crew members should have known you were in love, but they were probably pretending that they weren't for your comfort. It took a while mainly because of the events after your reunion, but now you've had some peace and you've decided it's time to come clean to Luffy and confess!

Of course, you were still afraid of rejection, but at that point you just wanted to be able to love the man without hiding anything, whether or not he would reciprocate was the lesser of two concerns. You walked around the market looking at all the possible stores, you wanted to find a gift for Luffy and thus take advantage of the gap to confess your feelings, the problem at hand was what to give Luffy.

Clothes were useless, he walked half naked more than with them… Weapons also didn't seem useful to his style, food he would get every day from the cook… You walked up and down not sure what to do and much less what to give to the captain. What could be to your liking? Maybe you should buy something more symbolic? Or just more generic and casual? Her head was already beginning to ache from searching and finding nothing.

You continued walking lost in your thoughts until you bumped into something firm. You looked up to see a tall man and just excused yourself about to make your way through the shops until he grabbed your wrist.

"License..."you asked confused.

"Y/n!" He chuckled and for a moment you were sure you were hearing Luffy laugh... But that was impossible.

You looked back at the man, he had not too long wild hair and a short beard, a scar under his eye and a dazzling smile… But why did that gentleman look like Luffy?

"Lu- What?!" You screamed in fright as you were lifted off the ground and picked up in a bridal "Let go of me! You pervert!" You screamed and struggled but the rubber arms wrapped around you and kept squeezing you tightly, how could this man have the same powers as Luffy?!

"Y/n! You said we were going to explore together! Why did you disappear?!" He said staring at you with a sad pout exactly the same way your captain did…

"What the fuck… Luffy?" You asked confused and in shock.

"Of course it's me" he laughed like you were crazy, then for a moment he stopped and stared at you "Hey, y/n… Why are you so small?"

"Hey! Put me down!" You yelled again as he started walking towards the forest.

"No!" He whined "You said you'd explore with me!"

"No! You idiot! I'm not your y/n!" You screamed helplessly.

"What do you mean? Of course you're my y/n!" He smiled "Isn't it?" He also seemed to change his mind quickly.

"You really didn't notice?!" you yelled angrily.

"Hm…. You look the same to me" he laughed and got closer to your face "Same smell…" he put his head in the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply making your whole body shiver and get hot, you were sure your face should be as red as a tomato.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Did you hear… Luffy scream?

Quickly you turned to find your captain standing there with a hateful glare at the scene in front of him.

"Hands off y/n!" He yelled angrily and started to prepare for a strike, until the other Luffy, the older one, turned around and faced him.

And they continued to stare at each other for… two minutes?

"Say something!" You yelled angrily.

"Oh how cool I have a beard!" Luffy chuckled staring at the man.

The adult simply widened his eyes in shock and quickly put you on the ground, he looked around desperately as if looking for something.

"Hey boy, that shouldn't have happened… It's not like that guy had an akuma in himself" he scratched the back of his head guiltily "Oh, sorry y/n" he glared at you nervously "I didn't realize you weren't my y/n, y/n, I mean, technically you're my y/n because I'm Luffy… But I'm not the Luffy of now so you're not mine now? Ah, how complicated" he mumbled confused and sad.

"That's right! Y/n is not yours! It's mine!" Your Luffy squealed in annoyance and wrapped his arms around you, hanging on like a koala while wearing an irritated look…was he jealous?

"Luffy, it's not like that!" You tried to say something but realized it didn't make sense and fell silent for a moment to regain your composure "Luffy… He… He's you"

"Ahn? What do you mean? I'm me!" He said looking at you confused.

"Yes I know, but he's you… From the future, I think" you looked at the adult curiously.

"Hm… I've always been so smart, haven't I?" You heard what sounded like his voice, but more mature coming closer.

Then when you looked up a fourth figure joined you, the person was… You?!

It was exactly you, same shade of hair and eyes, but you were grown up and much cooler! You wore chic, stylish clothes and had a determined, confident look. His adult self smiled and approached Luffy who then smiled like a child getting a present. He took you in his arms and spun around several times, then when he stopped he started kissing your face several times until he finished with a big kiss on the mouth.

You stared at it all with wide eyes and cheeks burning, you didn't even have the courage to look at Luffy who had his head on his shoulder and was still squeezing you against him.

"Lu! Don't do this in front of them" you laughed embarrassed "They haven't gotten to that part yet"

"Hmmmm" Luffy grumbled irritably like a puppy "I know, you almost freaked out when I hugged you!"

"Yes" you laughed "I used to be so shy" you said with some nostalgia "Oh, I think we owe an explanation, don't we?" You looked down at yourself and smiled reassuringly.

"Yeah… maybe" you said nervously and without looking away from your Luffy.

"You see, there was this man who swore he was an akuma no mi user, we didn't believe him because he couldn't do anything, it turns out that when we woke up we were here" you said still in Luffy's lap without seeming bothered "It seems he can transport some people to the past or future, this would be a problem if this akuma didn't have a major defect, the user of the akuma is transported along with it"

"Does that mean you can go back to your timeline?" You said understanding the story line.

"That's right! I already found him and left him in the forest, I just needed to come get the big guy" you smiled and pulled one of Luffy's cheeks "So pretend this never happened ok?" You winked.

"Okay…" you said without much reaction.

Soon the adults said goodbye and disappeared in the middle of the forest, Luffy is still squeezing you and you were starting to get very nervous because he hadn't said anything for a long time.

"Hey, y/n" he finally spoke, he was still staring at the spot where the other two left.

"Yes… Luffy?"

"Why can they kiss and we can't?" He turned to face you and you nearly fainted.

"Because they're a Luffy couple…" you explained nervously.

"But they're us, aren't they?"

"They are…"

"So that technically means we're a couple too" he smiled.

"Yeah… well… I don't know if that's how it works… you know? They love each other and everything… I…" you started to stutter nervously.

"But I love you too!" He protested with a pout.

"Not like that Luffy! They love each other differently, it's not the same as loving the crew" you tried to argue.

"But I want to kiss you! And I don't want to kiss anyone else on the crew! Ace said we only kiss our boyfriends!" He said again.

"Do you want kiss me?" You asked breathlessly.

"I want…" he admitted with some embarrassment.

"You know… I want to kiss you too Luffy…"

You turned shyly to see his gaze filling with joy and love, your heart beat faster as you got emotional, the way he looked at you was as if he could do anything for you.

"You know… Captain… If you really want to kiss me, you need to take me on a date first… How about that? I promise I'll explain everything about being lovers" you offered.

"Yes! And then you're going to kiss me!" He chuckled, squeezing you tighter.

"Yeah… I will" you said completely in love.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #onepiece #anime imagines #one piece imagine #imagines #anime and manga #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x you #luffydmonkey #monkey d luffy #luffy imagine

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 4 months

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Part 19 Two Year Time Skip

Reader and Ace are the 1st and 2nd to make it first (Making Zoro’s boast of coming 1st go down the gutter since he’s actually 3rd *That doesn’t mean he won’t still make fun of Sanji since he came way later than him*)

Reader woke up to the sound of all her family members voices and is amazed at seeing her family back together again and that they look different (While they’re shocked that Y/N hasn’t changed a day) though Y/N was more shocked to learn it’s actually been 2 Years! (Y/N also really wants to explore to help find the others who are also on the island, if it’s okay with her family, which they tell her yes)

I 110% believe Sanji compares Reader to a Princess from one of the books he read as a child, as she’s sleeping soundly, waiting for her ‘Prince Charming’ to wake her up with a kiss (Only when he gets to that part he becomes furious about the idea of some ‘Homewreaker’ trying to ‘steal’ his cute little sister’s ‘innocence lips’ *He gets Ace and Zoro in on it, with Robin wondering if they’re sure ‘They’re not the ‘Evil Dragons who kidnapped the Princess?’*)

Ace/Robin have the idea to actually bring her with them to see a CERTAIN Concert that she might love

Reader tells Brook how she felt about his concert (Like that scene with Eri telling Deku about his concert) is Brook and Robin/Ace are ugly crying from how cute Y/N is

You think there’s an ‘Imposter Y/N?’ But they’re a preteen? (They’re wearing a large headband to cover their forehead and has a fake horn) Said preteen is very mean, rude and has horrible manners and loud? (They dyed their hair h/c or are wearing a wig) But the comedic part is when Y/N meets her Imposter and the Fake Straw Hats as the Fakes and Pirates that joined their crew are all screaming in fear that the infamous and REAL ‘Devil Child Y/N’ is right in front of them! (She’s not mad, just confused with what’s going on and doesn’t understand why some people are dressed like her family members and is surprised someone is dressed like her as well as why they’re screaming/backing away from her)

Reader meets up with Luffy and both are so excited seeing each other again!

Reader is so happy seeing her family back together (And excited for Ace is joining them) and can’t wait to go to Fishman Island! (Though Y/N was worried when Sanji kept getting nosebleeds and even confused about why Big Brother Sanji kept getting them)

-You felt so comfortable, like you were where you belonged as you stirred, your eyes slowly opening. Your vision cleared and your eyes widened, seeing that you were in your room on Sunny, in your bed.

-You tried to sit up, feeling a little weak and dizzy before you heard soft snores and you turned, your eyes widening again as you saw Ace there, sleeping quietly next to you.

-Memories of what you last remembered filled your mind, seeing both Ace and Whitebeard dead, then you felt a big rush of power, then Ace hugged you close after you brought him back, then you were here.

-Ace looked… different- he looked older, his hair was a bit longer and he had a couple of new scars, including the big one on his back, ruining his tattoo.

-You managed to sit up after a few moments and you reached out, touching the large scar, feeling bad that his tattoo was ruined but when Ace snorted awake, jerking slightly before quickly sitting up, seeing you there, awake, he quickly beamed, “You’re awake!!”

-He hugged you so tightly, but it also felt so warm, so happy- you could feel the tears welling in your eyes as you hugged him back, smiling, “Big brother!” he exhaled, relaxing as he felt you hugging him back- you were awake, you were okay.

-Ace helped you wash your face and brush your teeth before he explained to you that it had been two years since you last saw everyone else.

-You quickly ran over to the doorframe in the galley, where you and Ace had been eating and you put your back to the doorframe, lifting your hand to the top of your head before you looked, seeing that your height did not change.

-Ace laughed warmly, explaining that you had been in a coma, your aura surrounding you, putting you in suspended animation, and to put it simply, you haven’t grown at all.

-Ace couldn’t help but laugh more as you pouted, as you wanted to be taller too, as Ace was taller and bigger- it wasn’t fair!

-You then looked up, “Is Luffy and the others back yet?” Ace grinned warmly at you, “They will be arriving soon.” You smiled up at him, looking excited to see everyone.

-One by one they all arrived back on the ship, save for Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, and Brook. Franky arrived first and you were in awe, seeing how big he had gotten before he saw you, immediately kneeling, “Y/N!” you ran out, followed by Ace as you leapt into his arms, “Franky!!”

-He hugged you close, and you were in awe that he was like a robot, telling you to press his nose. You were hesitant, doing that he said, and you fell back to your rear as his hair changed, turning into a big afro and you beamed so brightly, “I’m happy you’re back Franky!” he was quickly in tears, a hand covering his mouth on how pure you were.

-You then heard another voice, “Y/N!” you turned, seeing Chopper running towards you and you beamed, running to him, “Chopper!” The two of you met in a hug, squealing in delight as you both went to the ground.

-A shadow cast down on you as you looked up, seeing Usopp, looking older as well, “I hope I get a hug like that too!” you leapt up, “Usopp!” he hugged you close, spinning you around before Nami spoke up, “When’s my turn?”

-You turned to Nami, before pausing, seeing her just in a bikini top, it made you curious if she went swimming before you ran to her, “Nami!!” she hugged you close and you felt her sag into the embrace, like she was relieved.

-When she pulled back, she cupped your cheek softly, whispering down at you, “I’m so happy you’re okay.” They had all heard about the war, and she had managed to get ahold of Ace, finding out about you afterwards, about the coma, and she had spent most of her time worrying.

-You then heard someone giggling, “Hello everyone~” you turned, your eyes wide, seeing Robin there, she was so much taller and looked so mature now.

-You were frozen, unable to move before you hiccupped softly, tears easily welling in your eyes as the others all smiled, watching this as you finally broke down, “Mama!!”

-Robin kneeled and embraced you tightly, hugging you close, “I’m home Y/N.” you were sniffling, trying to stop your tears- you were just so happy to have them all back.

-After waiting for a while, Usopp gave Ace a lead on where Brook would be, at a concert and Ace offered to go and get him, after he told them that he was joining the crew, something that caused a lot of cheers.

-You asked to go with him, and Ace quickly became the newest victim to your puppy eyes, something you didn’t know that you were doing and Robin, who thought it was amusing to see him fall so easily, offered to go with him as well.

-The concert was so loud, there were bright lights and colored lights and effects everywhere, there were so many people cheering- it was almost overwhelming, holding your hands over your ears as Robin held you in her arms.

-Brook was performing and you were in awe, he looked like a rockstar now! He looked so cool!

-As he was finishing his last song, he saw Ace, then Robin, then in her arms, he saw you, your arms up, cheering loudly for him with a huge smile on your face.

-Ace almost collapsed to the ground, clutching at his chest while Robin was smiling warmly, a tear pricking the corner of her eyes, seeing you looking so happy.

-Brook was able to get away from his captors as the crowd cheered loudly and Ace and Robin ran out to meet up with him once they were a safe distance away.

-Ace was holding his guitar after you leapt into Brook’s arms, hugging him close and he carried you while you were talking so fast on how cool his concert was, “And everyone got so loud, and the colors and lights were so pretty and sparkly and you looked so cool!”

-Brook felt tears welling in his eye sockets before he held you close, lowering his head to yours, his teeth pressing against his forehead, like he was giving you a kiss, “I’m happy to see you again too, Y/N.”

-A terrified scream then filled the air and you all turned, seeing a group of people that were dressed like your family, but it wasn’t them, there was even an older kid dressed like you, with a horn glued to their forehead.

-You tilted your head to the side, confused as to why they were so scared and why they looked so injured before they ran off, “It’s Demon Child Y/N!!”

-Question marks surrounded your head, turning back to Ace, Brook, and Robin who were quickly grinning, thinking it was hysterical that these imposters were so terrified of you.

-When you arrived back on the ship, Robin helped you change into a present that Ace had forgotten about, something from Whitebeard, and you came out, wearing what looked to be a sailor dress over your black leggings, with a red bow on the front, but on the back was the symbol of Whitebeard, signaling that you were under his protection.

-You spun around, a huge smile on your face, “I love it!”

-A crash was heard, and you turned, seeing Sanji there, tears pouring down his face, a light from heaven shining down on him, “A- an angel!!” you ran over, immediately leaping into his arms, knocking him out of his shock, “Big brother!” He hugged you close, smiling that he finally had you back in his arms.

-You then heard a chuckle, and you looked up, seeing Zoro there and Sanji lamented, falling to his hands and knees that you left him as you ran to Zoro who kneeled, hugging you close as you leapt into his arms.

-Zoro grinned, ruffling your hair before he spoke, reaching into his pocket, “I have something for you- Mihawk wanted me to give it to you.” You were confused, head tilting to the side, “Mihawk?” he nodded and Nami told you who that was before you remembered.

-You were a little apprehensive, as he did hurt Zoro, but you were surprised when Zoro handed you the cross necklace, with a hidden blade inside of it, “He wants you to be safe.”

-He put it over your neck, and you smiled, holding it in your hands, “I love it! Can I send him a letter thanking him for it?” he chuckled, ruffling your hair, “Sure- I’ll go get some paper.”

-You looked around, wondering where Luffy was, as he was the only one yet to arrive before you heard, “Y/N!!” you turned, seeing Luffy carrying a huge bag full of food and your eyes went wide, seeing him there, smiling so brightly at you.

-He leapt on the ship and let the bag go, letting it hit the deck before he immediately had you in his arms and you hugged him, “Luffy!! I missed you so much!!” he laughed warmly, feeling complete again, now that he was back to you, “And I missed you Y/N!”

-Ace took a couple of photos, of your dress and of your new baby sword, as you were calling it a baby sword because it fit your size, “And when I get bigger I’ll get a big girl sword!” oh gawd you were going to kill all of them.

-Sanji was hugging you close, “You’re just like a precious little princess Y/N!” you smiled up at him, as you remembered the stories you had been told, “Really? Does that mean that all my big brothers are my Prince Charmings, or do I have to kiss someone else?”

-Robin couldn’t help but hold a hand to her lips, hiding her smile while Nami shook her head, exasperated as Luffy, Ace, Sanji, and Zoro all were quickly surrounded by flames of fury as Ace spoke, “Nobody is going to steal her precious lips!”

-The others were quickly cheering, agreeing to protect you and keep all other men that didn’t trust away from you.

-You couldn’t help but smile brightly, you were so happy to have your family finally back.

-Zoro was holding you as you gave the delivery bird the two letters, one to Mihawk and the other to Whitebeard, thanking the bird who cooed before flying off.

-When Luffy announced that you were all heading to Fishman Island now, after Franky inflated the bubble coating, you cheered, looking forward to a new adventure, but you were also confused as to why Sanji was bleeding from his nose again.

~Hundreds of miles away a few days later~

-Whitebeard smiled, seeing the letter you had sent to him, seeing the photos of you in the dress and seeing the letter you wrote to him, or tried to write to him, ‘Thank you Grandpa! I love my new dress! I want to see you soon!’

-He was almost immediately planning to set sail, wanting to make you happy.

-He then looked at your new bounty poster, a new picture of you in the dress he had given you, with Luffy’s hat on your head, and Mihawk’s cross around your neck- giving everyone the message you were heavily protected now.

-Whitebeard also couldn’t keep the smile from his lips, seeing that your bounty went up again, now that you had resurfaced, seeing 6,000,000,000 beris staring back at him- you made grandpa so proud!!

~Hundreds of miles away in the other direction~

-A rumbling was heard on Mihawk’s island, a smile coming to his lips as Perona was confused, “Are you expecting someone?” he didn’t say anything.

-The door burst open, revealing a comically crying Shanks who was holding your bounty poster, “You bastard!! I want to give her something too!!”

-Mihawk couldn’t help but roar with laughter, seeing Shanks so upset because you were wearing his cross necklace.

-Mihawk, just to be a little extra cruel, pointed at something framed on the wall, “That’s from Y/N.”

-Shanks immediately ran over, seeing a crayon drawing of you and Mihawk, each holding your baby swords and holding hands, ‘Thank you for my baby sword Mr. Mihawk! Now we match!’

-Shanks collapsed to the ground, gloom surrounding him, seeing the connection you had with him before he shot back up, “Wait! You don’t match- you gave her your one sword like that!”

-Mihawk stood, turning towards Shanks, showing off another cross necklace, “When she was so happy that we matched, I had to get another one.”

-Shanks deflated, turning pure white in defeat as he sobbed comically on Mihawk’s chase lounge chair, wanting to get you a present too!!

#eri reader #luffy #one piece #zoro #sanji #nami #brook #robin #franky #chopper #usopp #shanks #mihawk #whitebeard

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mrn4m3l3ss · 3 months

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hellooo!! may i request headcannons for sunny with a reader whos very affectionate? thank youu!

✮⋆˙ Your own Sun˙⋆✮

Versão Português

「 Sunny x Affectionate! Male reader 」

[ English is not my first language, sorry for any writing mistakes ]

⌗ a/n: OMG MY FIRST REQUEST, I'M SO HAPPY! Thank you Anon for the request, I hope you like it! ‹𝟹 ( You didn't say if you wanted romantic or platonic, so I decided to do romantic. )

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

⌗ Sunny HC's in public:

When you hug Sunny out of nowhere, especially if it's from behind, you feel him stiffen under your touch. He simply freezes in place and doesn't respond when you call his name, much less when you wave your hand in front of his eyes – trying to wake him from his trance.

Sunny's cheeks and ears turn red when you decide to show everyone that you love him; holding hands, clinging to him like a koala or calling him cute nicknames. When this happens, Sunny immediately becomes a walking tomato and right away he can do three things:

1st - Pick up anything close to him and hide his face with it.

2nd - Hide behind something like a mailbox or a tree.

3rd - Run.

If you kiss Sunny on the cheek in public or in front of your friends, be prepared to hold him, because he will definitely faint.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

Since Mari's death 4 years ago, your friends had become separated and it was painful to even have a simple picnic together. Knowing this, you were very surprised when they just showed up at your door one day and dragged you away for one.

When you arrived at the church door, you finally understood. They didn't want to leave Mari out, so they decided to have a picnic right next to her grave.

It's a sunny day and there's a slight breeze in the air. Eating a cake, you see Hero rummaging through the picnic basket looking for something. But you notice that his eyes are far away.

Maybe he's thinking about Mari.

Seeing this, you try to get his attention. "Hey Hero! Did you make this cake?" He jumps a little when his train of thought is cut off.

"H-Huh?" He looks in your direction confused, he didn't hear what you said.

You laugh a little at his reaction. "I asked if you made this cake." You say pointing with your fork at the cake in front of everyone.

He responds with a smile: "Ah yes, I made it (M/n). I used my grandmother's recipe."

"Really? It's really good Hero! You really are a great cook!" You congratulate him on the delicious cake.

He is a little surprised and gives an embarrassed smile with his eyes closed while rubbing the back of his neck. "Thank you (M/n), I'm glad you liked my cake." You return his thanks with a gentle smile.

Hero turns towards the basket and takes what he was looking for. Meanwhile, Basil tries to calm Aubrey who is cursing Kel while trying to stop him from eating his 4th piece of cake; and your boyfriend, Sunny, is sitting next to you.

You look at Sunny, who is basically leaning into your arm and has his head slightly resting on your shoulder. Which leaves you quite surprised, since he is normally very shy when it comes to showing any kind of affection in public – especially in the presence of his friends.

You close your eyes slightly, worried. Maybe he's just uncomfortable being at his dead sister's grave and is trying to look to you for some kind of comfort.

That would make sense, since earlier today when you guys put the picnic blanket down, Sunny didn't sit next to Mari like Hero. When this happened, you were surprised, but you didn't say anything and just sat next to her. You don't judge Sunny and you never could, after all, everyone goes through grief differently.

Turning your attention to your plate, you pick up the strawberry on top of the cake and with a big smile on your face, put it in your mouth. You fidget and make happy noises as you chew on it.

You didn't notice, but Sunny saw your reaction out of the corner of his eye. Looking down at his own plate, he sees the strawberry on top of his cake. With an idea in his head, his cheeks and ears turn slightly red. Then he picks up the strawberry with his fork and puts it on your plate.

"Sunny?" He jumps, almost knocking the plate off his lap.

Lifting his head slightly, Sunny sees your eyes looking at him.

He starts to get up ready to run. "Sunny!! Sit down right now!" Comically screams your chibi version, while holding a chibi version of Sunny by the shoulders and forcing him to sit on the floor again. "The last time you ran after getting caught doing something for me, you almost got hit by a car!"

Returning to your normal forms, Sunny couldn't say anything in his defense because he knew very well that it was true. So he hid his embarrassed face with his hands, while he still had you holding him by the shoulders.

You let out a defeated sigh and turn your body towards him. "You don't need to be embarrassed Sunny. No one is going to make fun of you just because you're showing some kind of affection." You try to calm him down and reassure him that nothing bad will happen just because he gave you the strawberry from his cake.

You pet his head trying to comfort him, but you still had your other hand on his shoulder in case he freaks out again and decides to run.

Feeling his shoulder relax a little and seeing his head lower at your touch, you give him a gentle smile. "There, there, Sunny. There's no need to worry, nothing bad will happen to you. Not when I'm here." You laugh a little as you pretend to calm a small child or a puppy. But if you were to compare, Sunny always looked more like a cat than a dog.

After a few seconds of calming him down, he lowers his hands a little from his face – slightly showing his eyes. But even so, you can see his cheeks as red as a tomato.

Seeing this, you smile. "But thank you very much for the strawberry, dear!" You say without thinking much. Before Sunny understands what you said, you lift his bangs and plant a kiss on it, purposely making a loud, "Mwah!" noise.

You pull away a little and give a big smile with your eyes closed, until you feel Sunny falling on top of you.

You don't understand and think he's just leaning towards you like before, so you hug him and feel his warm face on your neck.

Meanwhile, your friends are in shock at what they just witnessed.

"(M/n)...I think Sunny passed out-"

"WHAT?!"

⌗ Sunny HC's in private:

When you stay at each other's houses, Sunny will follow you everywhere like a duckling.

When you leave the bathroom, you will trip over him – who has been sitting next to the door this whole time.

The moment you sit down on the bed or sofa, Sunny will already have his head in your lap or hugging you like a koala.

If you stroke his hair, he will somehow start to purr (?) and in a few seconds, he will be asleep.

Since Sunny spent years without having any contact with anyone other than his mother, he's not sure how to ask for affection from you. Then he will simply stand in front of you looking at you, until you understand that he wants a hug or pat on the head.

If you kiss him anywhere on his face, he will still have that expressionless face, but you can see that his eyes soften a little and his cheeks and ears turn slightly red.

Sunny is a great listener. So when you're talking about something you like or just venting about something that happened to you, he will nod his head every now and then to reassure you that he's listening and understanding what you're saying.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

You go down the stairs of Sunny's house and go towards the kitchen to get something to drink.

Opening the fridge, you look for something you like – but only find water. Shrugging your shoulders, you pick up the water pitcher and fill a glass cup.

You put it in your mouth and turn around. Just to run into your boyfriend.

You spit out the water and start coughing nonstop.

Sunny is startled by your reaction, but becomes concerned when you start coughing uncontrollably.

He's been following you since the moment you got out of bed and walked out the bedroom door. But the problem was that you didn't hear his footsteps behind you when you were walking down the stairs. Didn't even feel his presence in the kitchen – since he didn't say a word.

You put your hand on your knee trying to catch your breath. Seeing this, Sunny approaches worriedly, but you extend your arm and stop him.

You stand up and wipe the water running down your chin. "I'm fine Sunny, don't worry..." You say shakily and finished.

Sunny is freaking out inside.

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

#Omori #omori x male reader #sunny x male reader #male reader #open request #headcanon #sunny omori #sunny

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peggy-sue-reads-a-book · 2 years

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Aphrodite Headcanons

So, I dissent to her being a shapeshifter. If define is to limit, then limit gives you shape, name, identity, scent. It’s a painful choice but your face is at the exclusion of all other faces. Could you stand it if the eyes you loved best changed color?

Of course not. I asked @lefty-scissors what he pictures if I say “the most beautiful woman in the world” and he said “a paper bag.” I think Aphrodite has a face of her own.

Homer mentions Briseis “looking like golden Aphrodite” so I picture her with very warm-toned skin and golden-brown hair. It’s goes to her knee-pits. Her face is not as striking as some of the other goddesses. That’s ok. Average height. Soft, healthy figure. Cute stick out ears. Slight tooth gap. Her eyes are a deep pine green.

She doesn’t mind being called Venus, Freya, or Ishtar one bit.

Aphrodite sitting in the forked roots of an oak tree. It’s so sunny. Sparrows land on her shoulders and fingers and in the palm of her hand and on her knees and some of them peck between her toes.

Her voice is high and breathy. She laughs a lot but with her hand over her mouth. She blinks more than is normal when she’s speaking.

She doesn’t really like clothes or makeup. Not like she’s too cool for them or anything. She’s just a nudist and doesn’t really like disguising herself as as mortal.

I said before she is not a shape shifter but here is how it works:

When she become the goddess of love, others were only able to see her as the person they loved most. It’s an illusion. More like a curse.

To Demeter, the child she lost. To Zephros, the prince he killed. It’s not always happy. Hestia sees Rhea and says nothing.

Life on Olympus was sad for her. So invisible. Literally no more than what the gods wanted to see.

Ares was a gruff sort but at least didn’t moon over her magical appearance. He kept himself in check.

She began joining him on his duties. As the god of war, he was raptured to earth whether he likes it or not whenever there was conflict. He appreciated the company.

Aphrodite would lighten things up with running commentary. She liked earth. Always curious and getting into things.

She realized that in battle, some of the mortals could see her. Not the real her, of course, but those they missed. Wives, lovers, parents. Soon, she could no longer stand by while men gaped at her in longingly. She started comforting those who were dying. A proud father. A lover who was already dead.

Ares was touched by his friend’s dedication. He often watched, but never long as there was always so much grim work to do. Sometimes she surprised him. A glimpse of her could give a warrior so much courage. It changed tides.

And one day. A middle aged foot-soldier has dislocated his shoulder. A chariot has fallen and crushed both his legs. There’s a wound across his gut. Beside him, there is a girl with sunburned shoulders, golden-brown hair, and a plain face. They sit together a long time. And when one of his own men runs him through in mercy, she reaches out and closes his eyes with her own hands, her real hands.

Ares watches and waits for his vision to blur, his beautiful girl to fade to someone else. Someone he missed. Someone he cares for more. But there is no one.

#aphrodite and ares #aphrodite headcannons #god it’s so sappy I’m sorry you guys I’m so sorry #aphrodite #venus #greek mythology #the pantheon

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veenxys · 3 years

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「Things aot characters do when they have a crush」

⤷ Levi

he starts to take care of you and protect you in little ways; he offers to walk you home and only leaves when he's sure you're safe. he puts his hand on your back when you walk or protects you with his body in crowded places. he always has your favorite tea and makes it often for you, even without you asking. when you're feeling cold, if only a little, he instantly drapes his jacket over your shoulders in a protective way. he puts his hand over your face to protect your eyes from the sun on a very sunny day. in a room full of people, he always wonders where you are. he always has an eye on you to make sure you are well and comfortable and to admire your beauty that he is so enchanted.

⤷ Eren

he tries to be your best friend; he's slow to notice his feelings, but he doesn't bother hiding them after he does. he doesn't want to scare you, of course, so he tries to get even closer to you so that you can create an even deeper and more special bond. and in the meantime, he makes sure everyone knows you two are close. actually plays it cool, but secretly thinks of you 24/7. sometimes his eyes unconsciously drop to your lips as he speaks to you. always asks you out with his friends and ends up ignoring or forgetting everyone else and just talks to you like you're the only person in the world. so many little touches, like light brushing with your fingertips, a light rubbing of the shoulders or knees touching under the table. is tenderly protective of you and very supportive.

⤷ Mikasa

she leaves little hints that she only has eyes for you; when others are talking superficially about people they think are hot, she never joins the conversation, and if you're there, she looks at you very often before looking away at the floor. if someone asks her to describe her ideal type, her mind immediately goes to you as she describes your qualities. she also likes to hear you talk, she loves to ask about your day and it's not just 'how was your day', she says 'tell me about your day' because she really wants to know and because she loves being so close to you.

⤷ Jean

he becomes softer and more indulgent; he will gladly put up with your teasing and impudence without retaliating too much, he rolls his eyes as if he's bored, but if you pay just a little attention, you'll see the small smile lingering on his face with your witty comments. other people find it equally frustrating and nauseatingly cute how blatantly biased he is towards you; like one day, everyone is trying to convince him to go out to a new bar, and he angrily keeps saying no, but the moment the others mention you'll be there, he immediately says "ok, what time?"

⤷ Armin

your words matter a lot for him; one day, you casually greeted him saying he looks good in green and you were pleasantly surprised to see that he wore different shades of green all week. and you're also the first person he thinks of and wants to go to if he needs or wants something. it's usually small things that he considers important, like asking you to pick a color for a new shirt he's buying or borrowing your pen when he forgets to bring it - even if other people offer him the same pen, he politely refuses because it's yours he wants.

⤷ Connie

he always wants to make you smile or laugh; whenever he tells a joke, you are the first person he looks at, because he wants to see your reaction. the heat and a tinge of redness spreads across his cheeks when you meet his gaze in the middle of your laugh. he also tends to casually whisper little inside jokes in your ear or comment on something he saw when you guys are in public. and smile fondly when you make a funny expression. “I love your laugh. I love it so much”, he lets you know randomly one day.

⤷ Porco

he looks at you like you should be protected at all costs, like you're the most precious thing in the world. and honestly he doesn't care if you catch him staring at you, he won't stop. he likes to notice your little quirks and habits and he finds them so goddamn cute. he wants your opinion on things because he cares about what you think. he wants to be up to date on your life and keeps you up to date on his. soft looks, but deep and intense. becoming goofy and energetic around you because he loves to make you smile.

🏷 tags! @1nterbad, @togasbloodbag, @anarchythedork, @kitkozume, @mikaelatp,@deadmansdoctor, @dukina, @team-heichou, @escapenightmare, @shiggyscumrag

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katwritessometimes · 3 years

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In The Dark

Shadow Monster Aizawa x Reader

A collab piece for @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten Citrus Dome Server

Read the other entries HERE

Warnings: somnophilia, dub-con, non-con, tetraphilia eeee tentaicles kind of? Monster fucking, manipulation, tiny little sprinkling of yandere if you squint.

5kish words

@bobawithpomegranate & @miscellaneous-bnha thanks for keeping me from jumping off a bridge. This was surprisingly very challenging to write so i hope you guys enjoy.

The sight of your grandmother’s old home brought comfort into your heart in a way nothing else ever could. It had taken much longer than you would have liked to get here, after almost a year of fighting with the family. Legal battles over property and inheritance, you'd finally been handed the keys to the beautiful old Victorian home your grandmother had loved so much. The outside was weathered but held strong, you were sure the inside would be worse after being empty and neglected for so long. With a sigh, you picked up the cleaning supplies you'd brought with you and made your way inside the house.

You don't notice it at first,

He’d noticed you the second you walked onto the porch.

Singing softly to yourself, you make your way through the old house, flipping lights on to make sure the electricity works. Opening up windows and doors to air the dusty old place out. Except once you set your mind to cleaning it becomes blatantly obvious. The house isn't dusty, the house is fairly clean, no dust having settled anywhere, no cobwebs hanging in abandoned corners. You think for a second maybe the lawyer hired someone to come clean before handing over the keys, but you don't recall her mentioning anything like that.

With a shrug determined to do some light cleaning anyway, you spend the day unpacking some of the stuff you brought and lightly cleaning as you went. The first time you notice it it’s dark out, dim lights illuminating the house. Christ, why did grandma have such shitty lightbulbs in, you’d think an older woman would want brighter lights as her vision faded. The thought slips from you when you hear something crash onto the floor behind you. You turn quickly, something flinting in the corner of your eye as you turn, heart rate spiking, and you freeze. You were sure you saw something going up the stairs.

Taking a breath in an attempt to calm your breathing, you pick up the painting that had somehow been knocked off its mount. A creaking coming from the second floor has your head snap in that direction. It’s an old house, you chant in your head trying to not let yourself get worked up. You don’t realize you're making your way up the stairs until the old wood creaks loudly under your weight. Your attention is drawn to your grandmother’s room, the only place you haven't been in just yet. You dig around your pocket for the master key that gave you access into the main bedroom, worried that maybe this is where all the dust and cobwebs had scampered off too. You chuckle to yourself at that and it settles your nerves a little, though you can't pinpoint why you're suddenly nervous.

Much to your surprise, your grandmother’s old bedroom was just as clean as the rest of the house had been, even though no one should have been able to access it. You almost miss the small box sitting on her bed if not for something skittering in the corner of your eyes turning your attention to it. You do miss the shadow that slinks out behind you pausing at the doorway to watch you for a second. You reach out for the ornate box, a letter sitting on top of it with your name written neatly on the front. But before your fingers can make contact with it, the door behind you slams loudly. You jump at the sound, hands coming up to clutch at your chest, curses spilling from your lips as you turn to see the door is closed now.

“Fucking old house” You yell aloud unable to control your volume after having been spooked. Your yelling makes you miss the deep chuckle that rings out in the air.

Cute

You pout upset that you’d let yourself be so easily spooked like that. Running a hand through your hair you turn your attention back to the small box and letter picking up both items before heading out of the bedroom. You look back one last time, unsure if you felt ready to disturb your grandmother’s space just yet. Opting to leave it as it was, if only for a little while longer.

You probably should have read the letter too, things would have made sense much quicker if you had.

Two weeks of dusting and cleaning out old boxes before you decided it was time to begin moving your things into the house. It had been slightly odd, something for sure was off about the house but you tried not to think about it too much. Handling most of the weird mishaps in the house with a shrug and no real inclination to question it. The last thing that came with you into the new house was your two cats. A sleek black tom who loves you and only you, and a younger larger orange tom who’s all around very friendly. You hate to say you notice a shift in the house when the cats finally settle. Both the boys took to the house as if they’d always been there, something you were struggling with. It was their presence that made it so that you could no longer pretend like you didn’t see the shadows moving.

Both cats who’d always preferred lazing in sun rays suddenly preferred the dark corners of the living room over the sunny rays leaking in through the large bay window in the house. Demanding meow’s typically indicative of wanting attention, were used in dark corners of the house. Directed at something you couldn’t see. You’d be able to ignore the behavior, except every time you went looking for them when they called.

You’d find them happily purring, rubbing up against something that wasn't there in the darkness, as if already being given the attention they were asking for. It was creepy, weird, should have creeped you out. But you’d been raised to have a healthy fear and respect towards things you couldn't understand but were not outright malicious. So you tried not to let it bother you too much, don't question the way shadows seem to move. Or when the cats' purr and flop on their backs for tummy scratches in the dark corners of the house.

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The dreams had begun the first night at the house, an all-encompassing warmth that lazily spreads throughout your whole body. Contrasted by cold hands caressing your skin, a deep rich voice whispering dirty things in your ear and working you up to a feverish pitch.

“Pretty little mouse wandering into my house” the voice coos in your ear.

And then you’re awake, panting heavily, a groan spilling past your lips as you toss and turn a little in your bed.

“Fuck.” you whimper out, bringing your arm up over your face as you try and catch your breath.

You can’t remember exactly what you dreamt about, only the deep voice murmuring nothings in your ear and cold fingers playing with your folds. You let out an exasperated sigh squirming in bed frustration seeping into your bones. When was the last time you had a dream like that, you couldn't remember? When was the last time you’d been worked up like this, and from a dream no less? You let out a frustrated huff turning and burying your face in the pillow. You could have sworn you heard a deep chuckle ring out.

They get more detailed, more vivid the longer you're at the house you're almost used to waking up panting and sweaty. The feeling of cool silky tendrils exploring your body lingering for a bit before slinking off as you become more alert. Groggily whining at being awake after dreaming such filthy things. The feeling of your wetness soaking through your panties frustrating you. Always waking up right before the best part of the dream, so you throw the blankets off of yourself in a huff. Spreading your legs wide you trail your fingers over the lingering sensation of someone else’s touch.

It drives him wild.

Aizawa was on the edge of insanity when you showed up at the old house. A year of solitude will do that to you, he'd been beyond madness when the old lady bought the house all those years ago. Though she's brought him back with a soft kindness only a grandmother could offer.

You,

You brought a clarity to his mind in a different way. Every little curse, every time you scold the house when something disappears. Every time you touched yourself to thoughts of him, to the lingering feeling of his tendrils and hands on you. Aizawa was able to pull himself little by little out of the pit insanity and loneliness had pulled him into. You were so easy too, subconsciously letting the shadow creature infect every ounce of your being. He'd managed to seep into your dreams easily enough, a lonely pent up girl. He liked how you squirmed in your sleep.

Desperate little whimpers spilling from your lips as his cool fingers explore your body. It was addicting, the way your warmth spread through him with every touch, every explorative lick of your body lighting a fire deep in Aizawa's belly.

“Pretty little thing aren't you.” Aizawa coos in your ear, and you always react so beautifully to his voice. Your sleeping body responding with a soft whimper, he lets his tendrils explore every inch of you. Slipping underneath the silk PJ top and skimpy little shorts you always wore to bed. You were practically offering yourself up to him each and every night. How could he ever resist when your body reacted like this to his every touch. He’d started slowly at first, only manifesting his tendrils to creep along your body as you slept.

Once you’d been there for a few months he didn’t even have to worry about you waking up. Having invaded your dreams enough to be able to keep you in a nice deep sleep while he had his way with you. Settling himself between your legs fully manifested, never happier to have this solid form as when he's trailing large callus palms up to your soft legs. It’s so easy, really he can’t help himself, your wetness quickly soaking through your panties as cold fingers rub at your clit. Heady little moans spilling from your sleeping frame and it makes him giddy, trailing a large hand up and under your shirt. Pressing against the soft skin of your stomach and trailing up to gently squeeze at your breasts. Aizawa loves the way your body reacts to him, whimpering and arching against his touch. He shifts then, leaning over your sleeping body, caging your head between his hands, leaning down to nuzzle his nose into your hair.

Can’t help himself as he trails open mouth kisses down your neck, tangling his fingers through your hair, you lean into his touch. A soft whimper of please slips through your lips and Aizawa can barely contain himself as his hips buck against your core.

“Begging for me in your sleep, sweet girl, already knows who she belongs to. Don’t you.”

You mewl, a soft pretty sound that Aizawa plays in his head over and over for days. Humping into your soaked panty-clad pussy desperately. His tendrils emerging from his back of their own accord, stroking and rubbing up against you as he mindlessly pleasures himself against your unconscious frame. Your little pants and moans edging him on until he's groaning against your neck, spilling himself onto your cute little silk PJ shorts. Aizawa lets himself bask in the feeling of your warmth against him littering your face in kisses.

“My good girl.”

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You conclude something is living in the house one night during an intense thunderstorm. Living in a house with some creature that may or may not try to eat you? Cool fine, no worries. But a thunderstorm? The loud unpredictable booms that tear through the air make you jump every single time without fail.

You flinch, once again roused by a loud clap of thunder and a harsh flash of lightning. An involuntary whimper slipping past your lips as you curl up into a ball on the bed doing your best to block out the noise of the raging storm.

You can feel it when a cool blanket envelopes you, a shift in the air that muffles all of the intense noise. The feeling of something carding its fingers through your hair comes next, ever so lightly scratching at your scalp. “It’s just a storm” A deep voice that seems to come from all around whispers and a strange comfort washes over you as your body begins to relax. You're half asleep, it's easy to lean into the gentle caress when you're not quite awake. Easy to ignore the feeling of tendrils creeping across your legs and stomach. You can't help but feel slightly comforted by them in your half-asleep state.

An exceptionally loud clap of thunder jolts you into a more awake state and you shoot up in bed. The hazy fog that was keeping you calm dispelling and you whimper as the comfort leaves you. “Please don't leave” you whisper aloud unsure to who or why you even spoke. A deep voice coos at you as thunderclaps outside again and you tremble. A yelp slips past your lips and your hands reach out towards the deep voice as if on instinct. Something safe that will soothe you if only you can reach out and touch it.

A chuckle thick like honey floats into your ears and your hands meet something soft. You're groggy, half asleep, and confident you're just imagining things, but that doesn't take away from the comfort. It feels like a million different arms wrap around you, pulling you in towards something solid and the hazy fog returns your body relaxing as the tendrils tighten almost uncomfortably around you. Wrapping you up in a cocoon that feels safe and secure, the thunderstorm outside fading into the background and all you can concentrate on is the deep voice mumbling nothings in your ear.

It's in the days after the storm when you can still hear his deep voice in your ears and feel his warm touch lingering on your body. That you remember the letter and box your grandmother had left you. You feel a little stupid for not thinking of reading them earlier, having been caught up in the whirlwind of moving you'd put them off to the side and almost forgotten entirely about them

To my lovely granddaughter,

If you’re reading this then it means you've agreed to the stipulations I included for ownership of the house. This place is special, and if you take care of the house its caretaker will return the favor. Be patient with him, it takes him a little while to warm up but he won't hurt you. I promise I haven't gone crazy with old age. Allow yourself to be open to the things in life we can’t explain. I hope the house is as good to you as it was to me in my old age.

It doesn’t explain much, but coming from a family that believed in the supernatural made it so that your grandmother's cryptic words didn't freak you out as much as they should have. They made you feel better actually, soothed the part of you that was nervous you might be going crazy. The small box held a pendant, a small but brilliant ruby ordaining the center of it delicate but practical enough for daily wear. You can't help but slip it on and admire the pretty jewel.

Aizawa is more active after that, the haze in his mind settles when he sees you wearing his necklace. You notice it too, the shadows in the house somehow softening, almost playful. He likes to move your things around so he can hear you huff in frustration. Every curse every time you yell at him, the fog in his mind clears.

He gets bolder around the house, slowly but surely, starts moving things around more obviously. Enjoys making you jump by slithering his tendrils across your ankles while you're cooking. Or shutting off the lights while you shower just to hear your cute little yelp. He likes that you’re somehow not scared of his presence but still easily spooked overall.

“That foundation was $50 and if it's not back in my makeup bag when I come back I swear to god I'll keep all the lights on for a week.” You see the shadow swirl in the corner of the bathroom, and you know it's smiling at you. You roll your eyes but the next morning your foundation is sitting right on the bathroom sink.

You begin to catch glimpses of it, of him. As if your attention is helping him manifest fully after a long time of being nothing but a wisp of smoke. Most obvious when your eyes scan the house and you can almost swear a man is petting one of your cats. Only to double back and see your cat rolling over against a dark corner of the room. You almost stop feeling uneasy, almost.

It all comes to head on a night where sleep seems unreachable. You were frustrated, panting, skin warm, and sticky with sweat as your fingers skillfully circled your clit but no relief came. You let out a frustrated ‘fuck’ throwing your head back onto the pillow and tossing a hand over your face. You’d been pent up for a while now, the weird lewd dreams working you up but never getting you anywhere. You do your best to relax into the bed, accepting defeat with a groan and hoping sleep overtakes you quickly.

The feeling of something wisping against your ankles brings you back from the edge of sleep. Cool ever so soft touches trail up your legs, you shiver at the cold sensation against your still warm and sweaty skin. Your eyes flutter open but you're only met with black, body tensing a little as cold tendrils stroke your face.

“You’re ok little one.” The voice is deep against your ear, a cold forked tongue licking up the side of your cheek. “I’ve got you” The same soothing voice you’d heard during the thunderstorm. Except for this time, it's laced with something other than softness. “I’ve been watching you, little human. Spreading yourself open shamelessly, playing with that pretty pussy out in the open. Pretending like you didn’t know I was here to watch.” Aizawa coos.

You whimper at the words, mist curling around you as a dark chuckle fills the room. “Tease” he snarls in your ear and you can’t help yourself as your hips buck up at the sound. Something solid forms between your legs, the soft smooth thing wraps around your ankles assisting in spreading your legs out wide. The deep voice tsks against your ear, cold skin and stubble rubbing against your cheek “You could at least pretend like you're not enjoying this.”

Your face flushes as he teases you, the sensation of his foreign appendages exploring your body exciting you in a way you can't quite place. They’re not hands that much you can tell, you can distinguish his hands by the callus texture as he strokes a thumb over one of your nipples. Tweaking at it gently until it perks against his fingers.

“Aren’t you scared little mouse” you can feel his tongue lapping at your neck, sharp teeth pricking the skin there and you let out a whimper. Managing only to shake your head, arching your chest up into his touch as he plays with you. “Desperate little human, willing to take just about anything if it means being satisfied.” You choke out a protest but can’t help the soft moan that bubbles out of your mouth as Aizawa presses his thigh against your sex. He coos into your ear when you begin to hump him mindlessly.

“Such simple little creatures humans. Driven by desire, and willing to fuck just about anything aren't you little one?” You shake your head in protest, but the excitement pooling in your belly betrays you. Aizawa chuckles and pulls away from you a little, tendrils pooling from him and eagerly joining the fray. The limbs have a mind of their own, each appendage going about playing with you in different ways. One replaces his hands, squeezing and pinching at your breasts. Another brings your hands up and holds them above you keeping you still with minimal effort. A few others explore your body and Aizawa watches, as one of his appendages eagerly begins tugging aside your cute little PJ bottoms.

You whine out a “No” as the cold air hits your soaked entrance “That's not what your pretty little pussy is telling me.” Aizawa chuckles watching as the tendrils gather your juices up, gently circling your clit and parting your folds. “Look at you, soaked and ready for me aren't you.” His hand replaces the tendril and you feel cold fingers press into your heat. Your pussy clenches at the intrusion but you buck into him automatically. Already worked up from playing with yourself before, your body betrays you as your mind hazes and all you can think about is pleasure.

“P-Please” You choke out tugging against the restraints that only tighten when you struggle. Aizawa cocks an eyebrow up at you as he leans down, nuzzling at your inner thigh. Tongue lapping at the juices running down between your supple ass. He hums when you beg a smile tugging at his lips, his fog finally taking hold of you.

“What was that little mouse? Did you say something” He accentuates his words with another finger and you cry out as he finger fucks you. His tongue lazily licking at the edges of your pussy and then up to rub at your clit. You whine, hips bucking up and Aizawa sighs another tendril coming to wrap around your waist and pins you to the bed.

“Be still, or I'll leave you here.” You freeze at that babbling for him not to leave you and settle your hips. The appendage keeps you still squeezing you just a little too tight.

“That's a good girl.” Aizawa hums, turning his attention back to your core. “You look so pretty like this baby girl, spread out for me to do whatever I want. You just keep giving me those pretty little noises and I'll make you feel good, okay?” You moan in response and Aizawa clicks his tongue, the tendril circling your stomach squeezing until it hurts. “Let me hear you say it.” Aizawa snarls.

You gasp as pain seeps into your pleasure “Yes, please I'll be good.” The pressure against your sides loosens and you're able to breathe again panting softly as the pain begins to fade. Aizawa doesn't say anything, pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them up for a taste. He hums satisfied and then he's moving your body. Positioning you onto your stomach, cold hands lifting your ass as he positions you just how he wants. His tendrils keep your arms together in front of you, stripping you of your PJs and keeping your legs spread just enough to give Aizawa the perfect view of your ass and dripping pussy. A smile, just a bit too wide spills over his lips as he settles himself between your legs. Aizawa is hard, painfully so but he takes his time sliding a hand over the curve of your asscheeks. Trailing down your back and up to the back of your neck, squeezing gently before trailing back again.

With a hum, he lazily strokes your dripping folds, cooing as you press your ass back into him wiggling a little desperate for him to fill you. A harsh smack rings out as his palm connects with your ass “Patience little mouse.” He snarls leaning down to the opposite cheek and biting down just a little too hard. You cry out, tears pooling in your eyes and you bury your head into the pillow. Mind overcome by a lustful haze, you just want him to fuck you already.

Your wish comes soon enough when you feel something thick prodding at your entrance. You gasp as the tip of Aizawa’s cock penetrates you, gasp turns into a desperate moan as he presses into you little by little. He lets out a deep guttural moan of his own as your warmth encircles him, greedily squeezing his cock. Your warmth is addicting and it doesn’t take too long for Aizawa to start bucking into you. He sets a brutal pace, the appendages holding your waist upkeep you still, nice and steady for him to fuck into while his hands explore your body.

You curse desperate little moans and obscenities leaving your lips as he fucks into you. His cock stretches you to your limits, almost painful as the creature fucks into you desperately. There's a shift, and you feel his hands come up to your middle, pulling you up against his chest as he fucks you. You feel his face nuzzle against your cheek as one of his hands coming to rest against your belly as he fucks you. You hands are suddenly free and you reach up, feeling your fingers pass through a cool mist, before finding something solid. Soft wisps of something, that wrap around your fingers, rolling over them in waves as you entwine them into what you assume is his hair.

“Such a good girl, you take me so well darling. Letting me fuck into your womb like this.” Aizawa presses his hand against your stomach pushing back on himself as he becomes desperate.

“Wanna see” The words are a desperate whine and you don't even really register when you say them. Aizawa sputters a little pace wavering at your words. His fingers brush against the delicate necklace you wear his necklace, and for a second his mind clears. But you whimper a desperate sound that breaks whatever sliver clarity he'd found and a darkness takes over his features again. His fingers abandon the necklace and trail up to your neck fingers wrapping around it then squeezing.

“What was that you little slut.” He snarls in your ear and you can't help yourself as you cry out

“Please, wanna see you, wanna watch your cock fuck into me.” Your face flushes as you admit this out loud. A growl coming from the man, thing currently fucking your brains out and you can't do anything but tug at his hair and lean into him further as he uses you. Aizawa stills a little, and you whine desperately doing your best to bounce on his cock as he stops moving. Suddenly you can see again and he's fucking into you, go to say something but you see it, a black wispy tentacle like thing appears in front of your face. Aizawa’s hand that was wrapped snugly around your neck comes up to squeeze your cheeks and the appendage gives you a cheeky little wave before filling your mouth.

“Wanna watch yourself get stuffed, fine, we'll use all of your cute little holes. How does that sound little one.” You whine around the tentacle and then he’s picking up his pace. Hand squeezing your throat so he can feel it at his tendril fucks into your neck, you take him so well. This is it the broken part of his brain hisses she's the one. Aizawa shakes his head, the feeling of your fingers in his hair grounding him for a moment and presses your body back into the mattress.

His movements turn erratic as he fucks into your overwhelmingly tight little pussy. Pretty little moans spilling from you as he fucks you and his tentacles play with your clit and throat. You take him so well, respond so beautifully to his touch, you weren't scared and accepted your place quickly. He brings his fingers up to the little nub between your legs, replacing his tendrils and pressing fast little circles against your already abused clit. It doesn't take long after that, your body presses into the mattress, a tentacle fucking your throat, and some creature’s cock kissing at your cervix the thought alone is too much. But you spill over when Aizawa’s teeth sink into your neck, your body spasming as your orgasm bubbles over.

Aizawa grunts from above you, your body going limp as he bites into you fucking you through your orgasm and chasing his own using your spent body for his own pleasure. He spills in you soon after, his mind just a little bit hazy. Ever so gently Aizawa pulls his tendril out of your mouth, drool, and his own slick trailing from your mouth as he does so. He coos as you whimper, pressing a hand over your ass to admire the way your pussy stretched to accommodate him. Humping into you a few more times before he pulls away completely. He debates for a moment letting himself disappear back into the shadows, but he hasn't been this real, this solid in so long.

Your whimpering slices through his thoughts and before he can stop you, you're on your back looking up at him. Instinct makes him retract all of his extra limbs, making himself look half normal minus the wisps of hair that always seem to move on their own. You blink up at him for a moment body sore but satisfied and you bring your arms up to him. Aizawa is unsure, body flickering into shadows but you speak up before he can fully dissipate.

“Stay with me” You manage to croak out, throat a little sore from the abuse you endured. You weren’t scared of him, if anything he was handsome and he'd fucked you till you were satisfied. You see the hint of hesitation in his eyes but you crinkle your nose and tilt your head cutely making grabby hands at him and he can’t help himself.

Aizawa lays down and you curl into him on instinct, his body now warm against yours. Your fingers find their way up to his hair, giggling as the locks lace themselves with your fingers. He brushes some of your hair back and you whine as he touches at your neck. Small bits of blood pooling where he’d sunk his teeth into you. His split tongue peaks out automatically, licking it up and gently lapping at the tender spot on your neck as you whimper.

“I get a little nuts when I'm on my own.” it's an apology, and you don’t think about why you feel safe in his arms, or why you don't question the creature laying with you, why you're not scared. Instead, you hum softly, nuzzling yourself into the crook of his neck as Aizawa lazily runs a steadily cooling hand down your back.

“It's ok, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.” You hear yourself say and he hums into your hair acknowledging your words. A twisted smile creeping its way onto his lips as his grip tightens around you. The part of Shouta that’s fallen too deep into insanity to come back fully snickers at your words.

As if you had a choice.

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Lovely Josie! Can I request a Frankie piece? Where reader is part of the friend group and really into Frankie. She knows he's also into her but just typical insecure Frankie. So she flirts with him and tries to seduce him every chance she gets until one day she's had enough and really goes for it. And if course Frankie likes it �� Merci!

Spicy-Sweet (Frankie Catfish Morales x f!Reader)

summary: ^^

W/C: 4.3K

Warnings: lots of talk of alcohol, food, god Frankie’s an idiot but a cute one, so much pining and flirting, implied age gap and Frankie’s insecure over it, Frankie has a brief and mild anxiety attack but is comforted

A/N: this is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, I really hope you guys enjoy it!

Bucky- that was what the men called you. When you’d first joined the group of men, it’d been as Pope’s friend, a shock to all of them; you weren’t sleeping together, weren’t sneaking around. Just friends. That threw them for a loop. You were always at his side, his right-hand wing-woman. Frankie had been a little put off at first that he’d been replaced, but he grew to like you just as much as the other men. That’s how you’d earned Bucky: Cap’s sidekick, Pope’s sidekick.

When you finally bonded with the rest of them, became friends with them, you were less Pope’s sidekick and more yourself. You grew to love the men for different things. Benny was always there to cheer you up, full of bad jokes and energy. He’d take you out when a date stood you up, buy you a beer on your shittiest days. Will Miller was a shoulder to cry on. He was smart, strong, emotionally intelligent. Wise beyond his years, Ironhead always had the best advice for you. Pope was the partier, and was the one who got things done. Organizing plans was his forte. He loved getting the group together to hang out, and was the only one who could rally the group.

Frankie was all of that and more. Everything. Frankie had caught your eye the moment Pope introduced you to the men. Frankie was the quietest, even quieter than Will. He never enjoyed the spotlight, especially when you were new, but he loved making his friends laugh. He was comforting and helpful, lending you a jacket or helping you with a manual labor task you couldn’t quite get.

Frankie is the one you have a crush on. All of the men have their attributes, and you have to admit that any of them would make a good boyfriend and surely a good lover, but they are and always have been brotherly first. Frankie was something different. You wanted to stay in his arms forever, wanted to kiss the bald patch on his jaw and steal his Hawaiian shirts. You tease him endlessly to hide your feelings, though never in a mean way at all. Always soft and joking, always reciprocated by the teddy bear of a man.

You were the same to him; the first time he saw you, he thought he wanted to marry you someday. He loves your laugh and your humor, loves the way you nudge his side and even though it’s a little painful, wants you to do it again just so he can feel your body touching his. He loves how you can hold court over the men with your stories, can get them to agree on the most divisive of issues. He’d even proposed once that you become Cap, not Bucky. You were clearly a leader. But Santiago brushed it off by saying that Bucky was getting his own show now, so he’s just fine, and besides pendejo, you can’t change a nickname once it's been given.

Emotionally constipated Frankie is just fine to sit to the sidelines. If he has one principle with love and friends, it’s that he’d rather have you as a friend than not have you at all. That’s why he doesn’t necessarily openly flirt with you, why he suppresses his feelings until it’s late at night and he’s alone and can daydream about your pretty face and tight jeans and the crinkle of your nose when you smile.

You’re different. You wear that green shirt you know Frankie always ogles you in when it’s a night out. You buy him a drink or two. You insist he dance with you, take him on errands with you on a Saturday morning. You can read the man; you’re pretty damn sure he likes you too, but you don’t want to ruin it. Rushing him is the last thing on your mind.

As you wander through the farmer’s market on a spring Sunday morning, you shiver as the breeze rushes past your bare arms. Frankie doesn’t notice; he’s too busy admiring a booth selling hot honey. You can’t help but laugh as he delightedly samples a spoon of the syrupy-sweet-spicy product, and turns to you with wide eyes. “Bucky, you gotta try this,” he insists, handing you a sample spoon.

Nodding, you give in and taste it. The flavor on your tongue reminds you of Frankie if he were a flavor: a little spicy, but more of a warm feeling. Infinitely sticky-sweet, floral and tasting of sunshine. There’s heat, just a little, enough to awaken your tastebuds and mingle with the honey perfectly. “That’s good shit. How much is it?” You ask the vendor.

A few minutes later, you walk away with two bottles. You hand one to Frankie. “Here. This is for you,” you tell him with an earnest smile.

Frankie’s brows slide together beneath the brim of his favorite ball cap. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” you shrug and pat his cheek, your path curving to the right as you approach a bakery stall.

The morning is sunny and just slightly cold, making you shiver every so often. Sweet Frankie walks dutifully at your side like the dogs and their owners similarly strolling the tent-lined sidewalk. His eyes light up as he sees breads and flowers, homemade jerky and beautiful jewelry. The variety is exciting, and you often hear Frankie shouting for you from a new booth.

While you admire the jewelry made of local stones, something warm and soft covers your shoulders. You look down to find that it’s Frankie’s suede brown jacket. “You looked cold,” he tells you and turns a little pink before patting your shoulder and wandering off.

At the end of the day, you have a full reusable bag, brimming with goodies: a small bright bouquet, two loaves of bread, cookies, fresh berries, and a bottle of hot honey. Frankie’s is similarly stuffed, though it’s with much more unhealthy choices. The two of you sit on a grassy hill, munching on a pack of thumbprint cookies Frankie purchased.

The morning sun is just starting to warm up, but the jacket you’re now wearing is cozy. You lean your head on Frankie’s shoulder as the two of you rest there without words, lost in your own thoughts.

God, he’s so cute. So sweet. A little stupid. Just how I like them. Is my flirting not obvious enough to him? You wonder internally.

Frankie’s thoughts are similar but different. She’s so sweet. She’s so nice to me. I wonder if she’d ever like me like that.

Partying is Pope’s favorite pastime. The man enjoys getting shitfaced and taking a similarly drunk date home. Lord knows what they do; you’re glad you don’t. That leaves you and the Millers and Frankie. You and Benny dance and sing karaoke, twirling and shouting the lyrics to the song blasting in the bar. Frankie and Will sit on the sidelines.

That’s exactly where tonight has found you. A surprisingly sober Pope has gone home with a pretty girl he flirted with briefly before she tugged him by the jacket sleeve. He shot a look of excitement at the four of you before leaving.

Now, Benny requested his favorite song through the pay-per-tune machine in the corner. You’d squealed and dragged him out, dancing with him on the wooden floor the bar provides. Frankie can’t help but think the two of you would make a good couple. The two of you are full of sarcasm and energy at most times, around the same age. Frankie’s a bit older, and he can’t help but think that it would be weird for you, that it would prevent him from liking you. If only he knew.

Benny does, actually. He’s annoyed that your group doesn’t give him enough credit for his smarts. He might be mostly muscle, but he’s packing brains too. He’s great at observing social interactions, and he can especially tell that there’s something between the two of you. He’s learned his best friend like he knows how to drive or what his own phone number is. Benny knows Frankie, and he knows he won’t make the first move for fear of upsetting you. That’s why he’s taken it upon himself to be your blonde, blue eyed Cupid and queued up Frankie’s favorite song next.

You know it’s his favorite song. Of course you do. When it comes on, you turn to the bar with wide eyes and wave to catch Frankie’s attention, then wave him over. Benny says something or another and wanders off. It takes some nonverbal persuading, some pleading eyes and pouting to the man, but Frankie eventually adjusts his jeans and gets up, leaving that suede jacket behind on his barstool.

“It’s your song!” you exclaim as you throw your arms around him, starting to dance along with him. He moves back with you, though nowhere near as fluid or free.

He shakes his head but smiles, and you flick the brim of his cap. “Oh come on, you love this song. Don’t be such a dope,” you tease and grab his hips, forcing him to move them a little more than the stiff motions he’s making.

“I am a dope,” he mumbles and you roll your eyes, moving in a way that invites Frankie to move back against it. It’s a two-person dance, and you’re starting to get him moving.

Chuckling, you look up at him. “You ever seen Footloose?” you ask him.

He blows a raspberry into the air, laughing. “Of course I have. It’s my favorite movie.”

“Then how come you can’t dance?” You tease.

Frankie makes a noise of mock-injury, clutching his chest. “Damn, Bucky. Right in the heart.”

You giggle and rest your head on his shoulder. “I was going to say that you remind me of Willard. I guess that’s fitting though. You can’t dance.”

His scent is the only thing you can think about, the way his cologne is spicy and sweet on his flushed skin, warm from having you in such close proximity. “Does that make Pope Ren?”

“And it makes me whatever the girl who dates Willard is named,” you shamelessly flirt, swaying him to the side as the song changes in keys.

If there was anything in Frankie’s mouth right now, he’d be choking. Maybe it’s just because you’re dancing together, he rationalizes. Maybe it’s just because you wouldn’t want to date Pope. It can’t be because you like him. That’s not even a thought that crosses his mind. “Ha. Sure,” he shakes his head, taking off his cap and teasingly placing it backwards on your head.

It’s loose on your head, and you laugh as you look up at him. Frankie has that feeling again in his gut: he’s going to marry you someday. It can’t be the alcohol, not in either of you. You’ve both only had a drink each. No, in this moment he realizes the depth of how bad he wants you, but he cannot comprehend that you want him too. There’s no way you could ever love a man like Francisco Morales, he tells himself. But he wants you to. He aches for you to.

The song ends and the ache only grows. Frankie is not a dancer. This is his time to retire to the barstool. “Well, thank you for holding my hat,” he teases you and steals it back, putting it on himself and patting your side before wandering back to his spot next to Will.

You frown, but then Benny finds you again and the energy returns somewhat. You long to feel Frankie’s arms around you again, to dance with him and whisper jokes next to his ear so that you can feel the way his laugh buzzes in his chest. You consider buying another play of Frankie’s song later, but that would be suspicious. You’ll have to find another way, but you have to do it soon; you’re not sure how much longer you can last before you combust from not getting to kiss his soft lips, to feel his scruff beneath your fingertips as you cup his face and finally close the gap between the two of you.

Frankie is much too old for parties. He’d decided that even a few years ago now, that that sort of thing was best left to the young bucks who could drink endlessly and awaken with only a mild headache. How the hell Benny had talked him into attending this party, he wasn’t sure, but he knew that you’d be there and that was enough for him.

You’re not a big partier either; you can get wild, but only around your friends, usually only with Benny there to egg you on and hand you shot after shot. You don’t particularly like getting drunk, just enough alcohol to make things a bit lighter. Benny and Santiago were the ones who’d insisted you and Frankie come along to this party a mutual friend of theirs is hosting.

Of course, the boys wanted you two there but had failed to mention they were each bringing dates. When you wandered in with Benny and a girl flung herself onto him, peppering his blonde stubble with kisses, you’d quickly learned that you weren’t going to get a good night with your favorite guys. Santiago was similarly taken, a girl draped across his lap in a busy living room, each of them holding a drink. He’d given you a two-finger salute as you wandered to the kitchen, kind of annoyed.

You’d dressed a little nicer, though nothing too special, and you immediately hoped at least Frankie and Will would be around tonight to hang out with. Will’s not a big partier, though he’s a little more social than you and Frankie. Your phone buzzes in your back pocket and your face falls as you read the text.

Ironhead: sorry guys. Not gonna make it out tonight.

He provides no explanation why; Will never does. You know better than to question it. Your only hope now is that Frankie doesn’t blow you off.

Frankie could never. The promise of you being at the party was enough for him to meticulously shave and spray that cologne he knows you love on his flannel, which you’ll surely ask for because you’re always cold. He’s not here yet, so you lean against the kitchen counter and crack open a hard seltzer as you look around. Bringing your drink with you, you hit the bathroom and when you return, there’s a familiar ball cap poking above the crowd, labeled with Standard Heating & Oil. Frankie.

Sneaking up behind him, you snatch the cap from his head and put it on yourself. “Hey, pilot,” you sing as he turns and his face lights up to see you. His hair is still slightly damp from the shower, leaving an indent in those curls from where the cap was.

“Goddamnit, Buck,” he laughs and tries to steal it back, but you dodge out of the way.

“Looks like it’s just us tonight, flyboy,” you sigh as you prop an elbow on his shoulder and look around, finding Benny and his girl making out on the dance floor and Santiago playing with a woman’s hair on the couch.

Frankie has to admit he’s okay with that. “They didn’t tell me they’d be bringing dates,” you grumble. Frankie holds back a chuckle. This was most definitely planned, Wingman Benny embracing his role in forcing the two of you together. Frankie couldn’t say he was too upset about it, in all honesty. “Come on, let’s get you a drink,” you shake your head and grab Frankie by the bicep, trying not to shiver at how muscular his arms are.

In the kitchen, you toy with the hem of his shirt as he mixes himself an old fashioned from the vast cocktail bar. “I love this one,” you murmur absentmindedly, admiring the worn fabric and the ripping seams at the hem. It’s so perfectly Frankie: an old black Fleetwood Mac shirt, nearly falling apart. There are holes in the hems and under the left armpit but it always smells sweet and spicy, just like him, and feels like a security blanket. “Looks good on you.”

“Looks like a piece of shit. I need to just throw it out, but I can’t bring myself to,” he chuckles as he finally takes a sip of his drink. He knows the reason he can’t: you love it too much.

“Good,” you nod and set down your hard seltzer, making yourself a drink.

“What you got there?” he asks as he watches you stir up a concoction.

“Essentially the same as you. Old fashioned but with Fireball instead of regular whiskey.”

“You seem to like the spicy-sweet thing, don’t you?” he teases.

God, if only he knew. “Spicy-sweet, just like someone else I know,” you tease him and nudge your shoulder with his. “Maybe that’s why I like you so much.”

Frankie’s heart does several backflips in a row, complete with a roundoff and a cartwheel. He’d earn the gold in the Olympics, the way his heart tumbles and turns in his chest. “Ha,” he laughs dryly, looking down at his own drink, swishing it and watching the ultra-sweet cherry spin through the dark liquid.

The music gets louder from the other room as you and Frankie drink in silence, both of you leaning against the kitchen counter as the amount of alcohol per cup steadily decreases. “I’m gonna go see if I can find Pope,” Frankie finally speaks over the loudening noise, nodding to the living room where everyone is clustered.

“Sure,” you call back, even though he’s just a few feet from you.

It’s practically a maze, trying to find his way through the people. They’re all moving and bouncing, the sound overwhelming him. It’s like a goddamn mosh pit, he thinks, or how it must feel to be buried inside one. How did this party become something like this, and why the hell is he here? Frankie wanders through, getting turned around as the group moves and sways.

His breathing gets heavier, and suddenly Frankie feels suffocated. His primary objective no longer is finding Pope, it’s getting the fuck out of here before this herd stampedes him to death. He feels pathetic and small, like a single fish in a giant school wandering through an abysmally deep sea.

When the tide loosens its hold, when Frankie sees a path, he takes it out. He’s not sure how long he was trapped in there- 20 seconds, a minute, five minutes, but he’s overwhelmed and his head is spinning, his drink somehow gone and lost in the shuffle.

You see him stumble out, looking terrified, and rush over. “Hey, hey, Frankie,” you murmur as you grab his forearms. “Are you okay? Did you find Pope?” You ask, your thumbs tracing over his pulsing veins.

He shakes his head, and you take it as a no for both. “Okay, come on, did you drive here? Is your truck out there?”

He nods and grabs his keys, putting them in your hand. “Alright, pilot, come on. Let’s get you out of here.” You stick the hat back on his head and hope it could maybe bring a sense of normalcy back to him.

Frankie’s head feels like radio static as you bring him to the truck, unlocking it and sliding in first across the bench seat. He follows in after you and closes the door, and he turns the air conditioning on full-blast, feeling desperately hot.

“Hey, hey. Talk to me,” you beg of him, cupping the side of his face with one hand. You shiver under the quick breeze of the vents, the cold air immediately filling the cab of his truck. “What happened?” You ask, just above a whisper, fingers tracing the stubble of his jaw.

His eyes are getting more normal, less panicked and more sane. He must’ve had some kind of anxiety or PTSD moment in the crowd. “Just… thought I was gonna get crushed,” he murmurs, not looking at you.

“Frankie. Let’s breathe together, okay? Look at me.” His eyes find yours and you smile. “Good. Follow me.”

You ground him nearly instantly, your chilled skin under his hands as he grips your upper arms, your soft lips parting to breathe in and out. The flutter of your eyelashes when you close those beautiful eyes, the one that have such a distinct unique color. He would kiss you right now if he had the courage.

He breathes along with you and is calm enough by the second breath to think rationally again. The wave has passed, leaving his body feeling tired and limp. “I-I’m good,” he assures you, tracing his fingers across your skin. “Bucky, you’re freezing.”

“Frankie,” you give a sad chuckle. “I’m supposed to be calming you, and-“

“I’m super hot, please, take this,” he says as he shucks his flannel and hands it to you. “It would help me,” he says simply, enjoying the way the air conditioning more directly contacts his skin without it on.

“Well, okay,” you laugh and slip it on, breathing in the warm scent that is Frankie and sighing contentedly. “See? I love the sweet and spicy thing, like your cologne.”

He shakes his head and looks away. “Oh, stop. You don’t mean that.”

You frown at him. “Frankie. You’re thinking straight again, right?”

He nods.

“Then how aren’t you processing how in love with you I am?” You ask with a soft laugh, resting your head against his shoulder. “I flirt with you endlessly, and it feels like you never pick up on it. So now I’m just going to say it: I like you, Frankie.”

Biting his lip, Frankie looks down at you with slight confusion. “Really?”

You laugh incredulously, burying your face in his neck. “Yes, Frankie, really. I like you a lot. I have since the moment I met you. And I’d like to think you like me too.”

There’s a beat of silence and he nods, taking one of your hands in his and lacing the fingers together. “I really like you too. I’ve been in love with you since the moment we met, Buck,” he admits, wide brown eyes looking down at you with all of the love in his massive heart. “I just… didn’t want to assume anything. You’re so good to me, but you’re so good to the other guys too.”

“Do I buy the other men bottles of hot honey? Have I ever brought a date around like the other guys do?” You ask, lovingly and hoping he sees your point. “I’ve been pining for you for so long, Morales. I just want you to get it through your thick skull that I care for you and I’ve been in love with you for quite a while.”

“I feel stupid,” he mumbles, ears turning pink at the tips. “It was pretty obvious. You’re right.”

“Hey, you’re not stupid,” you assure him and squeeze his fingers. “I personally think it’s fucking adorable that you didn’t want to assume that. I like that, that you didn’t want to do anything first without knowing the same about you. I like all of you, Frankie, from that scruffy beard to these cozy flannels you always let me borrow.”

His heart melts in his chest, reducing him to a puddle. “Then I guess I should ask if you’d be my girl.”

His girl? If you thought he couldn’t get any cuter, you were wrong. You can’t hold back any longer and you swing your leg across his lap, straddling him in the bench seat of his truck. “Can I kiss you, Frankie?” You ask, gently removing his cap and setting it aside.

“God, yes please,” he practically whines as he cups your face in both of his big hands, kissing you deeply and breathing out heavily through his nose.

It’s the best thing you’ve ever felt, Frankie’s body pressed to yours as your lips meet. You both taste that perfect spicy-sweet flavor, the way that’s so Frankie in your head. This might be the sweetest and softest man alive, you think to yourself, and goddamn, you’re lucky, Bucky.

His body radiates the heat of his love and stress and everything, completely melting into yours. You’re never going to stop doing this now that you’ve started. You’re never going a day without holding Frankie like this.

Your legs are firmly planted on either side of him, and Frankie moves his hands to grip your waist and pull you in closer. Shivering at the way he practically manhandles you, you moan into his lips, murmuring his name breathlessly. It’s like the most perfect melody, the way you say it. He mumbles your name back, your real name. Not Bucky.

Your arms wrap around his neck and you press yourself tight against him, running one hand through the soft curls at the nape of his neck. He tastes like heaven, just as perfect as you’ve dreamed about for as long as you’ve known him. When you break away, you smile softly, admiring the way he’s panting beneath you. His head is tilted back to look at you on top of him, his eyes glazed over and cheeks warmed with pounding blood. You gulp and trace the side of his face with feather-light fingertips, admiring his beauty. “God, Francisco,” you murmur. “Why didn’t I do this sooner?”

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seiyasabi · 3 years

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Enceinte

(This is a Yandere Amajiki x Pregnant Female Reader story :)) Please proceed with caution!

TW: Stockholm syndrome!, mentions of abuse! (not you), mentions of dub/noncon! (not you), !mentions of unsafe abortion! (not you), pregnancy!, !!!mentions of a suicide attempt!!!! (not you), captivity!, !lactation kink!, !breast milk drinking!, no sex but NSFW themes!, etc..

I hope you guys like this!)

Tamaki’s large hand rubs your back soothingly, attempting to alleviate your current backache. He’s taken you on a ‘playdate’ with his friend’s darling, and the four of you are sitting in the jovial blond’s living room.

“Everytime we see her, she just keeps getting bigger and bigger!” Mirio cheers, “How far along is she now?” He talks about you as if you aren’t there, causing you and your previously unwanted husband to become uncomfortable. The blond is definitely not a Yandere anyone would want; he’s controlling, sadistic, misogynistic, entitled-all things you’re happy that your Amajiki isn’t. It’s just another reason why you gave into him a year ago.

“Mirio, pl-please don’t talk about (Your Name) like she isn’t here. You know it makes me uncomfortable,” The brawny man’s eyes flash with a dark emotion, causing you to lean in closer to the indigo haired man’s side. His friend scares you, and you can’t help but pray for his darling. The poor girl is always covered with bruises, littered with painful gashes, and just the thought of your friend being hurt by that monster brings a tear to your (colour) eyes.

“Ah, it seems I forgot. Sorry Ama,” Your husband freezes up with further discomfort at his best friend’s use of your nickname. His blue eyes land on your rigid form, a small smirk on his thin lips, “How far along are you, (Nickname)?”

Your left hand is on your round stomach, your son kicking lightly at your touch, “We’re about seven months! I’m set to give birth in a few months,” A small smile is on your lips at the thought of your future child. Amajiki’s free hand places itself on top of yours, causing you to look up and give him a full on grin. Seeing that he was smiling at you as well, you place your head on his shoulder. He always knows how to make you feel better.

“See, (Friend’s Name)? This could be us if you weren’t so stubborn,” Your husband interlaces your fingers together, squeezing reassuringly. He knows that his friend’s actions are somewhat triggering, especially because you know the things he’s done. Mirio lets out a wicked laugh, looking at the both of you with cruel eyes, “(Friend Name) here and I were pregnant a few months ago, after a long night of love-making,” Amajiki holds you even tighter, trying to stop your terror-filled shakes, “But someone was selfish. Someone decided to take a handful of pills, and now your mini Tamaki won’t have a friend. But don’t worry,” His large hands grip your friend’s thigh harshly, “We’ll try again. That’s the point of women, eh, Amajiki? Our own personal baby-makers?”

Your teary eyes find (Friend’s Name)’s, your hand covering your mouth. You hadn’t seen her for a month, and you now know why. You also now know why her hands are covered with mittens, why her throat is wrapped with a shock collar, why she-

Tamaki stands up quickly, his hands gently guiding you onto your swollen feet. He wraps a protective arm around your waist once you’re fully standing, and he starts to guide you to Mirio’s yellow front door, “Ah, I-I think it-it’s time we go home. (Your Name) i-is sleepy, so-”

“Don’t worry about it, buddy! I totally understand. After all, good Darlings get nice privileges, and (Your Name) is one of the best Darlings I’ve ever met. She knows her place,” He stands to his feet, standing a good five inches above your very tall husband, “Come on, (Friend’s Name), let’s walk them out.”

The (Hair colour) girl struggles to her feet, her broken foot in a boot. She hobbles to the door in her house-wife esque frock, drawing a laugh from the sunny man. The sight hurts your heart so bad, that you have to look away.

Once the other couple reach their front door, Mirio draws a large keyring filled to the brim with different coloured keys from his pocket, before inserting each one into the ten locks present on the painted wood. Once all are unclasped, he holds the door open with a boot clad foot.

“You two have a good day! I’m sorry for (Friend’s Name)’s behaviour, I’ll be sure to straighten her out once you leave,” You hear her barely muffle a sob, making your lip quiver with your own sobs. Once outside, you hear the door slam shut, and hear a series of locking mechanisms go into place.

“He’s gotten worse,” You hear Amajiki mutter, which is enough to send you into a breakdown. His muscular arms wrap you in a tight side hug, his own tears dripping onto your (hair/head).

You cry for your friend and the person she once was.

He cries at the monster his best friend has become.

Tamaki was right, you ended up taking a nap the moment you got home.

When you awoke, your back hurts even more than before, along with your milk filled tits. Massaging your sore chest, you sit up with a bit of trouble. At your last appointment, your doctor said your son was a big fella, and cautioned you against doing anything besides resting. This caused the already doting Amajiki to take up every chore and task you have.

Right now, you can hear and smell him cooking your favourite meal, causing you to stand onto your wobbly feet. With one hand on your tummy and one on your back, you waddle towards your personal chef of a husband.

He’s currently leaning against the grey granite counter across from the stove, and when he sees your form struggling towards him, he rushes into action. Tamaki quickly sweeps you off of your feet, and brings you to your kotatsu couch. Gently placing you onto your preferred spot, he helps you place a few pillows behind you to help give you better back support.

“Bunny, what are you doing out of bed? You could’ve hurt yourself,” He’s improved on his nervous stutter since you’ve fallen for him, warming your heart completely.

“I’m sorry, Ama. I woke up with a backache and wanted a massage, but then I got hungry-” He loves listening to you ramble, you’re the most precious person he’s ever known. Especially when you ‘talk’ to your son. Sometimes he’d listen in and hear you coo about the cute outfits you found for him, or how his Daddy is a super cool hero, or how you can’t wait for him to come out so you can pinch his chubby cheeks, or- “Are you even listening?” He glances up, taking in your adorable pout, causing his face to go red.

“Of course! I’ll give you a backrub after dinner, okay? Then we can take a shower,” You nod, allowing him to hurry to the kitchen to grab your food and utensils.

He comes back at a lightning fast pace, he uses a few tentacles to juggle the (bowls/plates) along with the (chopstick/spoons/forks), side dishes, and toppings.

“Go ahead and eat, okay? I’m sure you and (Son Name) are starving,” Giggling at his overeagerness, you give in to his demand.

“-Is this pressure good? Let me know if it’s not,” Amajiki’s massive hands knead your aching shoulders, and rub down your pained spine. His thumbs massage the area around your ribs, trying to loosen your muscles to allow you to relax. You’re currently shirtless, clad in only your bra and your comfortable joggers.

“Mhm, you always know how to make me feel better, Ama,” He practically preens at your words, smooching the bare skin of your upper back.

The massage continues, easing the pain in your back. Now, the only thing ailing you is your sore breasts.

“A-are you okay, Bunny? You tensed up quite a bit,” You turn your head enough for him to see your comforting smile.

“Yes, I’m okay. It’s just, uhm, oh man, this is so embarrassing,” Both of your hands cover your face to hide your flushing cheeks, sending Tamaki into a mini panic attack.

“What is it? Is the baby giving you trouble? Do I need to take you to the hospital?” Seeing his panic, you try to turn to face him, but require his assistance to do so. His clammy hands grip yours as he brings you toward him.

“No, Tama, it’s nothing serious, it’s just…” You look down in shame, “My, uhm, my breasts hurt,” Your voice trails off at the end, causing your husband not to hear you.

“Wha-what was that?” Small tears group in your eyes, as your shame overwhelms you.

“My boobs hurt! Please don’t make fun of me by making me ask again!” Seeing your distress, he quickly brings you into his embrace.

“No, no, it’s okay! I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you the first time, I swear! I’ll help you, Bun, there’s no need to cry. Here,” The indigo haired man unclasps your bra, allowing your tits to fall out somewhat harshly. Yelping at the ache, Tamaki tries to soothe you by holding your larger breasts up, alleviating the pain, “I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay,” You smooch his forehead, his entire face is bright red, “Please help me, I need you,” Your wet eyes and much larger breasts make your husband look away, trying not to become aroused.

“Oh-okay,” His warm hands gently squeeze your teats, testing to see if that was enough pressure. A small moan leaves your lips, telling him that what he’s doing is helping.

His hands knead your sensitive chest in a rhythmic fashion, slowly quelling the pain you were once suffering.

Just when you fully relaxed, disaster struck.

Two streams of thick milk spray from your teats, coating the front of his black shirt. You gasp, covering your mouth with both hands.

“I’m sorry Ama! I-I didn’t mean to! It just-” Without missing a beat, the indigo haired man suddenly latches on to your nipple. His lips suck vigorously, trying to drink all of your yummy milk in one go. A loud moan leaves your lips, as you try to detach him from your leaking tit, “Wha-what are you doing?” A keen escapes your throat when he tweaks your other nipple, dripping your milk onto your joggers. His own moans vibrate against you, sending a flash of arousal to your pussy.

Once he has his fill of your right breasts, he lets go with a small gasp, “Do-do you feel better Bun-Bun?” Now that you thought about it, yes, yes you do. So, you nod your head, mouth slightly agape.

“Please, ‘Jiki! Please milk my other titty too!” He doesn’t say anything, before he latches on to your left nipple. Whilst he sucks, he lets his tongue flick your leaky teat, triggering a little more milk to spray out. You both moan, one of you in absolute lust, and the other in relief. The heavy, aching feeling of your breasts slowly fades away, leaving you feeling light and happy.

Your hand runs through his soft locks, a sigh of pleasure going through your nose, “Thank you, Ama, you’re so good to me. I’m sorry if it doesn’t taste good-” He quickly releases your left nipple to kiss you on the lips.

“Your milk is delicious, Bunny. I don’t think I can ever go back to cow’s milk ever again!” He fondles your enlarged chest, playing with your sensitive nipples, “I love you so much, (Your Name). Is it okay if I nurse with our son?”

You flush at his words, “Bu-but my milk’s for (Son’s Name), won’t he go hungry?” He shakes his head no, kissing you on the lips once more.

“I asked your doctor for breast milk supplements, you’re going to have more milk than he’ll need! Please, Bunny! Please let me have more!” You can’t say no when he asks you so sweetly. Smiling at him, you nod.

You know you should be upset that those ‘extra vitamins’ weren’t truly vitamins, but you can’t bring yourself to care. After all, he loves you so much that he wants to drink from you!

So, when he reattaches himself to your right nipple, you pet him sweetly.

#yandere amajiki #yandere tamaki #suneater x reader #tamaki amajiki x reader #yandere tamaki x reader #tamaki x reader #amajiki x reader #yandere mha #yandere bnha #tw lactation #tw: pregnancy

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some-kindofgnome · 3 years

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some bokuto headcanons please

WHAT’S THAT? CEE WANTS BO HCs? i am in no position to deny 😌

these are extremely domestic because husband bokuto is the ABSOLUTE king of the world. think MSBY era with a cute house and a porch. the porch is important. you’ll see why.

w: sMUT (sort of), food talk, this is so fluffy i’m not even sorry

🍓Bokuto snores. LOUDLY. He’s a big big man and a deep deep sleeper and he sleeps even deeper when you’re around, all stretched out on his back with his chest rumbling on every breath. You’ll get used to it, even seek comfort from it, but it’s not going away any time soon.

🍓He’s also a big, big cuddlebug. And he doesn’t even try to hide it. If you’re in public and he wants a snuggle, he’s not afraid to come up behind you and put his arms around you. If you’re at home and he wants a snuggle, he’ll be glued to you. Good luck trying to get anything done, because he’ll want to lie you down on the couch and wrap all his limbs around you and squeeze until you feel every ounce of love he has to give you.

🍓In the summer, when it’s hot, he still can’t fall asleep without touching you in SOME way. Even if all you do is throw one sweaty leg over his, or loosely link fingers on the cool sheets between you, he’ll get whiny if you try to turn your back on him.

🍓He has a massive appetite (duh) but doesn’t always have the brainpower to decide what he wants to eat. As a result, you end up catching him standing aimlessly in front of the fridge a lot, or pacing around the kitchen opening drawers and cupboards and staring into them while he tries to figure out what he wants.

🍓ON THAT NOTE, if you make food for him you’re his favourite for life. Even if it’s just washing some fruit or putting out some crackers and cheese, snacks are the key to this man’s heart. You’ve spent many an intimate, sunny afternoon stretched out on the porch with a pint of strawberries and a paring knife, smoothly hulling strawberries- one for him, one for you, one for him, etc. Sometimes he wants you to feed them to him, just so he can give your fingertips a little strawberry-flavoured kiss.

🍓When he gets back from a long series of away games, or any trip that’s kept him away from you, he is elated to get back to you. He started shouting honey, I’m home ironically when he first started going away for games, but now it’s become as much a part of your vernacular as any other term of endearment. He drops his suitcase right inside the door and by the time you get around the corner he’s already got his arms stretched out wide for a hug. He misses you POWERFULLY when he’s away, and even if he’s asleep fifteen minutes later, he’ll put on a big smile for his baby.

🍓Bokuto fucks you… so sweetly. There’s nothing meek about the way he acts in bed. But he is so so SO eager to please, and he’s not letting up until you’ve been thoroughly loved. He’s all about that soulful, passionate, deep fucking that rattles you to the core. And he can go for HOURS. Sometimes his stamina is a little overwhelming. But he can’t help it, you’re so fucking hot he could literally fuck you all day. Sometimes, he does.

🍓Actually, wait- yeah. I feel like you spend the occasional lazy Sunday either fucking or like… doing things adjacent to fucking all day long. Like you’ll wake up and have slow, lazy morning sex, then go out to the kitchen for some coffee and breakfast and wind up fooling around in the kitchen. Then you’ll end up back in bed until well into the afternoon, just unable to draw yourselves away from one another. Addicted to the pleasure that you get from intimacy with him. He’ll pull climax after climax from places you didn’t even know you could keep them. And then he’ll look up at you with this fired-up grin because you’re breathtaking when you can’t take any more pleasure like this.

🍓By the time dinner rolls around (probably takeout because… how’re you supposed to cook if you can barely stand straight) you’re stretched out on the couch and you STILL can’t keep your hands off each other. Even though you’re both overstimulated and exhausted, you’re still letting your hands roam, still jumping away from one another when the doorbell rings. Still not paying attention to your movie.

🍓Finally, you end up falling asleep on the couch with your limbs all tangled. You wake up at three o’clock in the morning with pain shooting down between your shoulder blades from the awkward position, poke Bo until his snoring stops, and trudge shamefully up to bed together, only to fall asleep in the exact same awkward, twisted position you’d been in on the couch.

#haikyuu x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto #haikyuu headcanons #koutarou bokuto x reader #koutarou bokuto #so help me what are his tags #bokuto hcs #i'm flying by the seat of my pants here #hq newbie lmao #guess WHAT I HAVE A NEW BOYFRIEND AND HIS NAME IS VERY SIMILAR TO ONE OF MY OTHER BOYFRIENDS'#will this show up in the tags or do i just need to go to sleep

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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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Stardust - CHANGMIN

So like. This was the first full scenario I wrote for TBZ and I can’t believe I wrote this before actually even STARTING No Air, but whatever! It was cute! I couldn’t help myself but I didn’t want to post this before No Air so that’s why it’s late

Thank you to @deathbykpopboys for helping me put this scenario together! Honestly I don’t think I’d ever write anything without sunny hhhh she’s always so great with ideas <3

Pairing: Changmin x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, a little angst if you squint, teacher!au

Triggers: alcohol, cursing

Word Count: 2.7k

Changmin sometimes thinks you’re a little too perfect to exist.

TBZ Masterlist | No Air | Touching Stars | Breathe, and Live

Friday nights are always fun, for Changmin. Friday’s the last day of the work week and kind of blends into the weekend, and because he’s a schoolteacher, he (sort of) gets the weekend off. Sure, he might be making lesson plans or writing reports or doing other important, not fun things, but he also has his stolen moments for dance or shopping or things that he doesn’t have time to do during the week. He’s free, more or less.

The last Friday night of each month, though, Changmin enjoys the most, when he, Jacob, and Kevin meet up for cheap food and drinks. And as much as Changmin likes to wreak havoc on the lives of his fellow teachers (mostly by scaring the wits out of them with dolphin screams and horror movie masks), he really does enjoy their presence in his life and appreciates them for it.

They haven’t a missed a night so far, not since that time Jacob was out with the flu and Kevin had a family emergency. And even though Changmin’s definitely done and said some stupid (read: really embarrassing) things while under the influence, the pros of each night always end up outweighing the cons. So if Changmin wakes up the next morning with a hangover, well, that’s just a side effect of having some fun.

But sometimes he has thoughts. Thoughts that he’s repressed so well he might not even register them, but that exist nonetheless. And Changmin, sadly, is a truthful drunk. His thoughts come spilling out of his mouth, mostly unfiltered, whenever he’s had enough to drink.

And this week, Changmin has been having thoughts. Thoughts that he isn’t sure he wants to spill.

If he drinks, they’ll flood out. It’s the way Changmin works – he’s had enough experiences with alcohol and his brain that he knows what will happen. As he stares at the soju bottle on the table, he knows that if he drinks, he’ll probably regret it in the morning. Not necessarily because he’ll remember what he says – his memory tends to get a bit spotty even after a round of light drinking – but because Kevin definitely will.

Normally, Changmin would praise God for Kevin's ability to remember drunk things. Coupled with his inability to lie, it makes for so much potent blackmail. Sure, Kevin makes Changmin and Jacob swear not to talk about anything he said under the influence, but Changmin isn't an angel the way Jacob is. If it came down to it, he'd sell Kevin's secrets for a single corn chip and some entertainment.

(Okay, not really. But the point still stands.)

If he complained about this to people, they’d probably just laugh and say something about how Kevin is a precious pure meme, that he’d never sell out Changmin’s deepest thoughts for anything. After several years of working with him, though, Changmin knows better.

(He’ll just say that sometimes, Mr. Kev Kev isn't the happy-go-lucky meme-y little boy that everyone likes to make him out to be.)

So maybe Changmin shouldn't be drinking tonight. There isn’t necessarily a lot on his mind, but he’s been thinking of things that he doesn't want spilled just yet, and drinking will only make that possibility a reality.

Isn’t that what alcohol is for, though? To make those worries disappear, if only for a short while? The soju beckons at Changmin, even more so when Kevin actually opens the bottle. Eventually, he throws caution to the wind and fills his own glass.

It’s a clear night, mostly. A bit cloudy, but no sign of rain, and there’s a pleasant little breeze that feels cool against his cheeks. Sitting at one of the small tables outside of the restaurant, Changmin loses himself in the food and the conversation.

After an hour, Jacob decides he needs to leave because he’s supposed to meet with his family the next day and can’t get too plastered. Kevin calls him a noob while making a face, but Jacob, being the angel he is, just pats him on the head on his way out. Privately, Changmin thinks Kevin is much more of a noob than Jacob, but the alcohol hasn’t addled his mind enough to say that out loud just yet.

At some point, though, the world becomes pleasantly muddy. Changmin can register what’s going on at a distant level and he probably shouldn’t drink too much more, but he takes a last shot anyway, just as Kevin asks a slightly slurred “How’s life with Y/N?”

A stupid smile stretches across Changmin’s lips. “Kevin, oh my God, she’s perfect.” He grins, the breeze cool against his flushed cheeks. "She’s so beautiful, it doesn't make sense that we exist in the same world."

Kevin mutters something that sounds like "whipped" and "so soft."

Changmin is sure that if he were sober, he would've attacked his fellow teacher by now, but his tipsy haze is too pleasant to interrupt. He just wants to keep talking. "Kevin," he whines. "Pay attention."

"Okay." Face flushed, Kevin puts his chin on his fist. "'M listening."

"Y/N’s so beautiful." Dimly, Changmin is aware that he's just repeating himself, but he can't help it. The point needs emphasis. "Kevin, she’s so amazing. So much more amazing than me. So smart. Did you know Y/N knows like ten programming languages?"

Tipsily, Kevin shakes his head. "What... what's a program."

"Computer shit." Changmin plays idly with his shot glass. "Doesn't matter. So smart, so nice, so... lovely, Kevin. Y/N’s good at everything. She cuts fruit for me when I work late and make me go to sleep. She doesn’t know anything about dance and tries to help anyway. She works so hard and never takes anyone’s shit and she always knows when I need time alone or when I need comfort.” His mouth draws down into a slight frown. “She’s like... she’s like..."

Why is it so hard to come up with something to explain you? Your entire existence defies definition. How can he even find something comparable to the way you sparkle in his eyes?

Ignoring Kevin’s gaze trained on him, Changmin slumps over the table, eyes gazing out at the dark night. A few stars manage to glitter past the clouds and the piercing lights of the Seoul skyline.

Stars. Something tugs at the back of Changmin’s brain. Stars. Sparkly.

An image of your smile pops, unbidden, in his mind. Your bright eyes glimmer. Like stars.

Oh.

Stardust.

Yes, stardust.

You're like stardust, warm and gentle and... magical. Magical to the touch.

"She’s like." Changmin hiccups. "She’s like stardust, Kevin. Stardust. Perfect. Warm.”

A tear trickles down Kevin's cheek. Changmin has exactly two seconds to ready himself in his drunken haze before Kevin launches himself at his purple hoodie, loosely grasping at the soft cloth as he fully encases Changmin within his arms. "Ji Changmin," he sobs, muffled, "that is the most adorable thing I've ever heard you say."

Even sober, Changmin doesn't think he'd know what to say in response to that, so he just stays silent. It's not like Kevin would even hear him over the sound of his overemotional crying.

Anyway, Kevin's hug feels nice. Warm. Changmin doesn't think he needs to speak words at the moment, he's too comfortable. It's not the same as being in your arms, but he'll settle for it now. He burrows a little deeper into his friend's hold.

“You little child, you,” Kevin sobs into his shoulder. “You’re so sweet and small and warm, I can’t believe you exist.”

Changmin doesn’t feel like replying. There’s a bubble of something growing in his chest that he can’t entirely decipher right now, and his brain has focused on that. It’s some sort of emotion, he thinks. It doesn’t feel very pleasant.

His head gets pulled out of Kevin’s arms. He whines a little, annoyed by the lack of warmth, but he doesn’t really have the presence of mind to do anything but sit there limply as Kevin starts shaking him back and forth, still wailing about how “adorable his little Ji Changminnie is.”

The bubble keeps growing as Kevin keeps shaking him. It doesn’t feel like vomit – Changmin knows that sensation a bit too well – but it makes him feel a little sick. A little upset. The bubble feels suffocating, cold, but it also burns.

Not vomit. He doesn’t feel nauseous. But still unpleasant.

Kevin goes back to hugging Changmin into his chest, which soothes the bubble a little bit. The soft warmth of Kevin’s sweater smooths the burning and takes away the edge of the cold. But the bubble still stays as Changmin rocks back and forth in his friend’s hold, blankly trying to decipher the stupid emotion growing in his heart.

“There’s a bubble.” The words slip out of his mouth just past Kevin’s ear. “There’s a bubble in my chest.”

“Bubble?” Kevin pulls back slightly, flushed face confused. “What bubble?”

Changmin vaguely gestures at his chest as best he can with Kevin’s arms partially trapping his hands. “Here. Doesn’t feel good.”

Kevin’s eyes squint. “Need to vomit?”

“Nooooo,” Changmin whines. “Kevin, it’s a bubble.” He pauses. “Think it’s an emotion.”

He hears Kevin suck in a breath. “I can’t believe my precious little Scorpio child is finally feeling emotions,” the older boy says in a stage whisper, loud enough for at least the next two tables to hear. Changmin has enough presence of mind to slap him. “Hey!”

“It hurts.” Changmin’s lips pout deeper. “I don’t like it.”

“Aww, no, baby.” Kevin pats his head – a little too hard, but Changmin can deal with that. “Why does it hurt? What emotion is it?”

Changmin racks his brains for the word. It’s not a good feeling, so he tries to eliminate the good words as they pass through his mind. Not pleasant. Definitely not happy. Not calm, either.

Sadness? Maybe that’s part of it, but it’s not specific enough. Anger? Not really.

Fear?

Changmin isn’t scared of many things. He loves horror movies and thinks possessed dolls are cute, and it’s hard for anyone to really startle him. Fear is not an emotion that regularly appears in his repertoire.

But this time…

“I’m scared.” The two words slip out of his mouth, quiet, lonely. “’M scared, Kevin.”

Kevin pulls back again. “Changmin, you’re never scared.”

“I am now.” He purses his lips petulantly.

“Why?”

Unconsciously, the corners of his lips turn down even further into a blank pout. "Sometimes I think Y/N’s gonna leave. Slip through my fingers."

Even tipsy, Changmin can tell there are more tears welling up in Kevin's eyes. "But… you love each other?"

"Y/N’s stardust." Changmin's pout deepens. "Too perfect. She’s gonna realize that, that I'm not... I'm not good enough but she’s too nice to say that so she’ll just slip away." He hiccups again, feeling his cheeks burn with drink, fluttering his fingers loosely to make sure Kevin gets the point. "Like stardust."

Kevin remains silent for one, two, three seconds. Changmin takes that time to drain the last little bit of soju left in his cup.

Then Kevin nearly knocks the cup out of his hand when he literally grabs Changmin and forces him to curl up into his sweater, nose buried in the soft folds of cloth. “You beautiful, pure little child, you,” he coos, patting Changmin’s head (still a little too hard, but Changmin really doesn’t feel the need to deal with it right now). “You small little child. You poor, small child. Y/N is so in love with you, there’s no way she’ll ever leave.”

“Stardust,” Changmin reminds Kevin, words muffled into his sweater.

“Stardust,” Kevin agrees. “But good stardust. Gonna stay with you. Never going to leave.”

Changmin doesn’t remember much of what happens after that. He knows that they eventually pay for everything and Kevin’s partner picks them up (well, they were the one who was supposed to pick the two of them up. He doesn’t actually register the driver’s face, but Changmin hears Kevin calling them “love muffin, better than Beyonce,” so it’s probably them. He refuses to acknowledge any alternatives), but he’s too drunk and too tired to process anything else.

Somehow, he wakes up the next day curled up in his bed, forehead threatening to split from the dull pain. Mentally, he thanks himself for closing the shades before he passed out last night (or was it morning? He isn’t completely sure when he got home) so that the sunlight isn’t adding to his headache.

Get up, Changmin, he tells himself, summoning the strength to swing his legs out of bed. Step by step, he exits his room and slowly brushes his teeth before heading toward the kitchen for a bottle of water or something to get rid of the pounding in his head.

Changmin’s so out of it that he doesn’t register the smell of something cooking wafting out of the kitchen before he’s almost in it. He finally stops, confused, just in time to see your head poke out from the kitchen entrance.

For a second, Changmin just stares at you, brain buffering as he tries to come up with a suitable greeting in his hungover state. There’s this look on your face that Changmin’s muddled mind can’t seem to decipher.

Oh, God.

You look like you’re about to cry.

He panics. What did he do wrong? Did he say something bad last night? He can’t remember anything – how badly did he screw up, what the hell did he do –

Then you leap at him, much the same way Kevin did last night, and bury your face into his shoulder.

“Ji Changmin,” you say, words muffled into his rumpled shirt, “I love you so much.”

Changmin’s mouth can only come up with a confused “huh?”

You pull back, eyes shining with tears, but mouth stretched into a beautiful, beautiful smile. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember what you told Kevin last night,” you say teasingly, though there’s a hint of uncertainty in your gaze.

Slowly, slowly, the events of last night begin to piece themselves together in Changmin’s brain. Every single stupid word he said to Kevin in his drunken stupor comes flooding back in one massive, jumbled mess.

He blushes.

“Ji Changmin.” You cup his puffy, red cheeks between your hands, voice trembling. “Listen to me. I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to slip through your fingers and, fucking, I don’t know, fly away. Because I am not perfect, I am not stardust, but god, I – you’re perfect for me. You are good enough for me, more than good enough for me. You are perfect, and I’m staying here forever. You’re not going to be able to get rid of me. Understood?”

“But –”

“Understood?”

Changmin stares into your shining eyes. Even with you standing right here, hands cradling his face with the gentlest touch, he can’t quite believe you’re real and not just some beautiful figment of his imagination. Slowly, slowly, one of his hands rises to touch the fingers resting against his cheek. Just to make sure this isn’t a dream.

Solid. Warm.

Not a dream.

This is real.

He nods dumbly, a stupid smile spreading across his face. “Okay.”

You crush him close again and this time, Changmin’s arms automatically move to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He can feel a few tears soaking into the fabric of his shirt as you hold him tight, so tight, and he smiles, one hand coming up to pat your back.

You’re here. You’re here, alive, solid, real. He can feel your warmth against his body, feel your hair tickling his skin.

You may be ethereal. You may be something completely out of this world, beautiful, divine. You may be sparkling, glimmering, brilliant in the morning sunlight. You may be made of stardust, something too perfect (he’ll fight you on that) to exist on earth.

But now, with you wrapped warmly in his arms, Changmin realizes that even though you may be stardust, that doesn’t mean you’re going anywhere.

A tear slips out of his eye as he smiles.

If you enjoyed, please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment to tell me what you thought! Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

(1 reblog = 1 cheek pinch for changmin idk why I just think that’d be fun <3)

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batgurl1989 · 3 years

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Bring On The Pasta

Summary: You and Henry became friends on the set of the Witcher. Now he wants to take you out to catch up. As friends?

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: None. Fluff

A/N: This is a one shot that came to me while out driving. It has not been beta tested, so all my mistakes are my own. If you want to be added to my taglist, let me know

Taglist: @rmtndew @princesssterek

You noticed your palms were sweaty as you waited by the front door. You tried to smooth out your sundress, but your hands were shaking so much it didn’t so much good. Glancing in the hall mirror, you tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Sighing, you finally admitted to yourself that you were nervous.

It wasn’t every day a celebrity noticed you on set. You supposed you couldn’t say that anymore. As during the filming of season one of the Witcher, Henry had noticed you. And after that it seemed like he made a point to notice you every day. After all, you were around each other an awful lot, what with you being the assistant to the stunt coordinator. Mostly that meant just checking the weapons were in the condition they needed to be in and where they needed to be. It didn’t mean becoming friends with the star of the show. But that is exactly what happened.

It started off with inside jokes about how hard Mark Henson would be working the actors that day, but quickly morphed into taking short breaks together, and learning about each other’s families. It helped that you were a huge nerd as well, and you both loved World of Warcraft. Even if you didn’t have time to stop and talk, you were always yelling things from the game at each other in passing.

When filming had wrapped, and you had to move on to another project, Henry had insisted on exchanging numbers. You know in case you wanted to hop on WoW at the same time and do a raid. It seemed totally innocent at the time, and you had taken him up on raiding together a few times. But then he started texting you about other things not related to the game or video games in general. The texts were sporadic and sometimes at odd times because of the time zone differences. But a lot of them were about how he wanted to see you again outside of work. Just to catch up.

So here you were, back in England, waiting for him to “swing by” and pick you up. In an attempt to keep things casual, you had gone for a more casual look with a sundress and light cardigan. Your hair was swept up in a ponytail, with loose strands free to do what they wanted. Your hair had always been unruly like that. This would be the first time you and Henry would be alone together without a buzzing set around you, and you didn’t want him to think you got the wrong idea.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when there was light rapping on your door. Taking a moment to calm down, you plastered a smile on your face, and opened the door. And there he stood in all his handsomeness. His blue eyes lit up when he saw you, and a smile broke out on his face, showing off his sharp canines.

“It’s so good to see you again.” You said, stepping outside into the rare sunny day. You made sure the door was locked, giving yourself the chance to silently celebrate that he was also casually dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. His hair wasn’t coiffed the way it usually was on the Witcher press tour, allowing for his curls to come out. One curl hung over his forehead, but he didn’t seem to care.

“It feels like forever since we saw each other last.” Henry pulled you in for a surprise hug. You had only hugged once before, on the day shooting wrapped. But you had to admit, this one felt so much better. A hello hug was better than a good-bye hug, you decided. “Have you had a chance to play WoW?”

“Not as often as I like.” You admitted, adjusting your purse on your shoulder as he led you to where his car was parked on the street. His hand on the small of your back was warm, but you didn’t mind the heat that seemed to roll off him. He held the door open for you, ever the gentleman, and you got in. You watched as he came around the hood of the car, admiring him not for the first time. Once he was settled into the driver seat, and had started the car, you asked, “Have you?”

“Same as you, not as much as I would like.” He laughed, putting the car in gear. Before turning to head out on to the road, he turned to you. “I hope its okay that I made us a reservation at an Italian restaurant?”

“Bring on the pasta.” You grinned. He flashed you a matching grin before pulling out onto the street.

As you drove through the city, Henry kept his arm resting on the centre console, his hand casually on the gear shift. You sat in comfortable silence as quiet music filled the car. It gave you time to notice that your nerves had calmed down since he had arrived. It was something you had noticed when you were on set as well. Being around Henry always seemed to ground you, making it so you could think straight.

“Do you want me to turn it up?” Henry gestured to the radio. At your look of confusion, he laughed. “You’ve been humming along with this song the whole time it has been on.”

“Have I?” Your eyes went wide. You were mortified. How had you not noticed that you were humming? It was something you were known for doing, but usually you noticed, and never did it around people who didn’t you.

“It’s okay. No reason to be embarrassed.” Henry patted your knee, trying to comfort you. When he pulled his hand away, you found yourself missing his touch. “It’s cute.”

Just when you felt yourself calming down, he had to toss that out into the open. Turning your attention to the window, you ran over a list of reasons you were just friends with Henry. Just because he thought your humming was cute, didn’t mean he thought you were cute. It didn’t mean he was attracted to you in the same you were to him. It didn’t mean anything. Then why did your heart keep beating at such a fast pace?

“And we are here.” Henry announced as he pulled into the parking lot of a little Italian restaurant that looked more like a mom-and-pop shop than one of the chain restaurants you were expecting him to take you to. “I know it doesn’t look like much, but I promise it is better than what the other places could cook.”

“Oh, I believe you.” You had always been a big believer in independently owned places over big chains. It seemed the food was always more authentic, and the atmosphere more comfortable and relaxed. You were eager to try this place out.

Henry’s hand found its way to the small of your back again as you walked into the restaurant. The hostess looked like she was going to faint when she saw who it was at her hostess podium. Henry was very patient as he waited for her to get her bearings. As she showed you to your table, she couldn’t keep her eyes off him, unless it was to give you a suspicious look. Luckily, she sat you far away from the door, in a secluded booth.

“Your waiter will be… right over.” She struggled to get out before dashing away. Your eyebrows shot up in concern as you watched her walk right into a table. She recovered though and made it back to her podium.

“I’m sure you are used to that reaction.” You turned your attention fully back to Henry. He nodded, his focus already on you. You pulled at your cardigan, trying to straighten it, shifting uncomfortably under his intense gaze. “Is something wrong?”

“Far from it.” Henry’s smile reached his eyes in the most genuine way. He reached across the table to take one of your hands. His fingers tracing patterns over your palm. “I’m so glad you wanted to go on a date with me.”

“This… is a date?” You practically whispered as realization sank in. Those texts of his saying he missed you and he wanted to take out for dinner when you got home were his way of asking you out. You thought he just wanted to see a friend, but you know what they say about hindsight.

“Did you not want it to be?” Henry, who always seemed to confident, suddenly didn’t. He started to pull his hand away, not wanting to make you comfortable with his forwardness, but you caught his hand in yours, giving it a squeeze.

“No. It’s not that.” You admitted, a blush painting your cheeks. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze, but you felt his eyes search your face for something. An answer possibly. And you couldn’t keep him waiting, so you sighed deeply, trying to get up the courage to say what you were thinking. You had never had that problem before with him, which was probably why you were so comfortable around him. Finally, you brought your eyes back to his. “I just never thought it was a possibility for you and me… to go on dates.”

“It’s definitely a possibility.” Henry said earnestly, his thumb stroking over your wrist. You were positive he could feel your pulse racing, but for the first time since meeting him, you didn’t care if he felt what he did to you. “Do you want it to be a possibility?”

“I definitely do.” Your gaze was steady, your words weighed down with the truth. His hand gave yours a gentle squeeze, his smile brightened his face. You guess you said the right thing. It certainly felt like the right thing to say. Internally you were doing a happy dance. The man you had a crush on, apparently had a crush on you too.

“Then yes, this is a date.” Henry nodded. It was final. This was officially a date. He pulled his hand back and began to flip through his menu.

You followed suit but couldn’t help your eyes wandering off the pages and over to Henry. At one point he caught you and winked. You ducked behind your menu as you felt your blush blaze to life again. As you read about the penne a la arrabbiata, you couldn’t help but wonder if this would become a regular thing when your schedules allowed. Would Henry eventually become your boyfriend. Whoa! You backed off that thought quickly. It was way too soon to be thinking like that.

“Don’t worry.” Henry’s voice rumbled across the table. You peaked over the top of your menu to find him looking at you, a small smile gracing his face. “I’m thinking about it too.”

#Henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill x reader #henry x reader #henry cavill x female reader #Henry Cavill Fanfiction #Henry cavill

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hee4won · 3 years

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enha + lyrics analysis [eng. ver]

╰ okay so quick little explanation; this is basically an en- as songs mixed w songs they would play for you in different scenarios. these are some of my fav songs at the moment! i hope you like it <3 (even though it’s a bit self-indulg.) playlist.

warnings: angst + fluff.

heeseung as ‘leave the door open’ by bruno mars, anderson .paak, and silk sonic

to start off with, heeseung is very playful while also being super mature. so honestly i think this behavior would carry over into a relationship that hes really comfortable in. ‘leave the door open’ has a very romantic and warm feeling with the humor-filled lyrics, which (in my opinion) represents hee very well. this is a song he’d send to you through text meaning: “hey pls come over i miss you lol” and when you get to him you’d both listen to the song and maybe dance a little while heeseung is “playing” the drums. not to mention that this boy definitely loves bruno mars.

jay as ‘bad blood’ by nao

alr so besides the fact that he is definitely the one that had this in the playlist for the dance jam live. the line, “i worship you like holy days”, just really makes me think of him. and the reason i feel this way is because i have the feeling jay is a very hard liver when it comes to relationships. like this boy will dedicate his entire soul to his s/o no matter what. buying clothes, cooking food, taking them to the doctor, literally anything. and i can also picture him being so into only satisfying his s/o that he could possibly lose himself in the process, literally worshipping this person because of how much he cherishes them.

jake as ‘love affair’ by UMI

WOOOO OKAY THIS IS ANGST. so jake we all know is 100% a softie like i can never see him doing anything wrong. and i feel like he would wholly devote himself to any kind of relationship whether it be platonic or blah blah. with this being said though, i do think his physical affection could become too much for some people. if his partner isn’t always down for physical touch or if they’re stressed and don’t want to sit and have a talk i can imagine an argument ensuing. “don’t mistake this as love, baby it’s just a crush.” you two would listen to this song almost religiously, and now he finally understood why. he was prepared to give every piece of himself to you but the effort wasn’t reciprocated. he would still listen to this song, and think of all the moments differently. now jake would analyze situations where he was going overboard, and honestly it would take him a while to open up to someone else again. you were his first love, but it was just a crush.

sunghoon as ‘telepatía’ by kali uchis

this song is perfect for sunghoon for one very specific reason; when listening to it you almost feel like you’re floating, or you wanna go outside and dance under the stars while it’s a bit foggy but the perfect temperature. i love the mystical feeling that this song exudes, i feel as though i’m in the clouds every time i play it. as we have all seen, sunghoon is the human embodiment of the word “ethereal.” i can picture sunghoon and his s/o (or you in this case) sneaking out at night and breaking into an ice rink, the cold air sends goosebumps down your bodies but the adrenaline is just enough to keep you warm. you watch sunghoon skate and take in sharp breaths of the cool and relaxing air. “you know i’m just a flight away. . .” the song echoes throughout the building as you’re immersed in the graceful movement of his long limbs.

sunoo as ‘after the storm’ by kali uchis ft. tyler the creator

i feel like this will play into my how en- comfort you headcanon (which may or may not be posted already) but sunoo is the type to cheer his s/o up in a rather unconventional way. you’d probably be stressed with some homework or time-consuming projects and would be so exhausted. sunoo would notice and do his best to take you out of the environment that was making you feel down. “nothing good ever comes easy,” he tells you this line anytime you’re feeling overwhelmed by something in your life, but he always says that he “knows your potential.” some people might help you study or do the work for you, but not sunoo. he makes you sit down while he does your makeup and hair, as well as singing a few lines of your favorite song. “but winners don’t quit, so don’t you give up.”

jungwon as ‘JEWELZ’ by anderson .paak

gosh i know i’ve used anderson .paak twice now, but this song is so Jungwon. you’re both finally free from whatever you’ve been doing and jungwon decides that it is indeed a beach day (super sunny + super breezy.) you are not in the mood at all, but if you’re in a relationship with jungwon you will soon come to learn that his cuteness will get him whatever he wants. his s/o could literally be like passed out but as soon as jungwon plays ‘JEWELZ’ you’re both up and dancing around. “i ain’t even put my jewels on!” jungwon will find himself smiling at his s/o while playing the air guitar. “i ain’t even play my latest, greatest song.”

ni-ki as ‘hold on’ by the internet

okay this is such a relaxing/comforting song. and i think you and riki lying down on the floor, grass, or wherever late at night (or super early in the morning) while listening to this would be pure bliss. maybe waking up and making your way to the kitchen while riki guides your movements with his and you both just let the music take you wherever next. it’s a very soothing song and honestly, mornings with ni-ki make it all the better.

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kamino-blues · 3 years

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Common Ground (Echo x Reader): Part 1

Rating: PG

Warning: None

Spoilers: This is a rewrite (sort of) of Episode 10: Common Ground, so if you have not watched I would recommend not reading. There are also spoilers for the Citadel arc and Bad Batch arc in Clone Wars (If you haven't seen them yet! Figured I would include this just to be safe)

Word Count: 1,482

The last episode made me really upset with how dismissive they were being of Echo, so I started a little writing project! I don't often write oneshots, so hopefully this isn't to ooc - I hope you enjoy <3

It was sunny on Ord Mantell, sun rays piercing through the smog that covered the entirety of the sky. The side streets in town seemed less dirty as you walked towards Cid’s Parlor, hand in hand with Echo. His brothers were ahead of you, the energy light as the previous mission was a huge success. Omega was perched on Wreckers shoulder, both of them goofing off with the Mantell Mix that contributed often to your guys' debt (you weren’t complaining though, you found it cute that they had their thing).

You had started traveling with the Bad Batch before Order 66, working as the group’s medic for their missions. It wasn't like that at first though, not working with the Bad Batch until later in the war. You were a medic that jumped from battalion to battalion, often working with the 501st. You had worked closely with Echo, becoming close friends with him before the incident at the Citadel. His death shook you to the core, you never really recovered from it.

So when you were cornered by Rex on Anaxes with him muttering about how Echo could possibly be alive, you automatically agreed to the mission, hoping to see your dear friend again. When you helped Rex take Echo out of that contraption that day, you were a mess of tears. You had helped Echo to the best of your abilities as you all escaped to the Havoc Marauder. You didn’t go on the mission to the spaceport, but before Echo left, you pulled him into a kiss, muttering a small “Please make it back safe, I can’t lose you again.”

Echo had given you a small smile, nodding as he held his hand on your shoulder. Him walking away pained you, but you knew in your heart that he would be back. And that he was, him pulling you aside after talking to Rex. He informed you how he was going to be working with the Bad Batch from now on, and how he wanted you to come with him. He had already gotten permission from the Batch (and Anakin, he was the one who was able to place you somewhere permanently), and you automatically agreed, wrapping your arms around him. He flinched, but slowly hugged back. The rest became history, you two getting together shortly after.

So hand in hand, you lean against Echo as you both watch Wrecker place Omega on the ground, who was absolutely radiating happiness. The whole group really felt like family to you, and you were so grateful that they accepted you as one of their own. Omega moved over to the two of you, holding out the bag of Mantell Mix.

“Echo! Y/n! Wanna try some?” Omega looked at both of you, a large smile on her face. You nod, a smile creeping onto your own as you reach forth to grab some. You never had it before, and you looked at it for a second before placing it in your mouth. Your eyes widen as you look back and forth between Echo and Omega.

“Wow, that’s a lot more fruitier than I expected” Omega giggled at this, holding out the bag to Echo. He let go of your hand, taking a few in his hands before smelling it. The look on his face was priceless, you succumbing to giggles, laughing even harder when he turned to look at you with his eyebrow raised. He gave you a smirk before placing them in his mouth, cringing at the taste. Omega joined your giggling, until Hunter stormed past, motioning for everyone to go into the parlor. Omega faltered for a second, then turned around to follow him in. You paused, looking up at Echo with a questioning look.

Echo just shrugged, placing his hand on your upper back to guide you into the bar. “I honestly don’t know, I just know we should probably get inside before he yells at us”. You nod at this, walking in while staying as close as you could to Echo. You noticed Cid standing right next to the bar, her obviously waiting for you guys to return. You stopped next to Echo, him standing with his helmet in hand, you leaning up against his shoulder. He lightly tapped you with his prosthetic, glancing over before frowning in Cid’s direction.

Echo was not a fan of Cid, he didn’t trust her. These meetings were usually tense, the happy atmosphere you all had a few moments ago transforming into an uncomfortable weight on your shoulders as you all waited for news of the next mission.

“I’ve got a mission for you boys” Cid glanced over all of you, her eyes focusing on Hunter once she was done with her sweep. “A simple extraction on Raxus.”

You saw Tech sit up at that in the corner of your eye, and you end up moving slightly away from Echo to focus on Tech. “Raxus? That is the former center of the Separatist government. It has since become an Imperial outpost-“ You noticed Echo tense up, and you moved back to put a hand on his mid-back. He flinched at the contact, and you pulled away, frowning.

“You’re being hired to locate and free Senator Avi Singh from his confinement” Cid stated, her eyes hardening as she saw how you all were taking this news. You started to zone out, slightly hearing Hunter arguing with Cid about how you guys don’t work with separatists. The war had been long and hard on all of you, and the idea of working with someone that hurt so many of your friends and allies did not sit well with you. You were especially worried about Echo, he had been through so much because of the Separatists.

Hunter pushed away from the bar, walking towards Cid with a glare on his face. Cid turned, and they headed away from the group. Echo automatically turned towards Tech, taking a few steps toward him.

“I don’t agree with this- first it was choosing to work with Cid and now having to work with the Seppies?” Tech looked up from his datapad, quickly fixing his glasses while keeping eye contact with Echo.

“It’s as Cid said, a job’s a job. We are in debt to her, so we can’t refuse to do this mission without getting ourselves in more trouble than we already are” Tech stated, moving his hands to accentuate his point. He shook his head, looking back down at his datapad as Wrecker looked between Tech and Echo, a frown on his face. He made eye contact with you, giving you a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and turned to Tech again.

Echo moved away from them, his glare lightening slightly when his gaze landed on you. “I think they are all being way too casual about this- working for the Seppies would have been treason a few weeks ago, this goes against everything we have ever done.” His hand was fidgeting, fingers tapping against his thigh. You slowly reached your hand out, hesitating before you touched his hand, making eye contact to see if he was ok with it. He nodded, and you intertwined your hands, you holding his one with both of yours as your right thumb traced shapes along his.

“It feels like we don’t have a choice, Echo.. We’ll figure it out as we go along, maybe Hunter is even getting us out of the mission right now.” You say, trying to find something to comfort him through this situation you all had gotten into. He sighed, his grip tightening on your hand as he pulled you into a hug. He moved his arms to wrap them around you, burying his face in your hair. You quickly return the hug, your hands holding onto his mid back. His grip was tight, trying to ground himself.

“I hope you are right” he muttered into your hair, him pulling away and giving you as close to a smile as he could. Echo grabbed your hand again, you starting up tracing patterns against his skin when Hunter walks over, a frown on his face. He leaned down, having a quiet conversion with Omega. You overheard most of it, tightening your grip and sending Echo a frown when you realized that the mission was happening and Omega wasn’t coming along.

You gave her a small frown while mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ as you all started moving towards the exit of the bar. Omega nodded, the frown not leaving her face knowing she wasn’t going to be a part of the mission. Echo tugged on your hand, getting you to start following Hunter and Tech as they led the way out of the Parlor. You both knowingly glanced at each other, the realization that the next few rotations were not going to be enjoyable.

#Did I rewatch episode 10 two times and took notes for this? Yes lol #Did you know Echo has only 7 lines in all of episode 10?#That includes him saying 'No.' to Tech #It made me really upset when I realized that #Echo had no dialogue during the Cid's Parlor scene #Also I'm keeping the dialogue between Echo and Tech from the show #Tech was really dismissive but I'm going to work with some of the dialogue don't worry #Something cute I noticed in the episode #was when Hunter goes to talk to Cid away from the bar #You can see Echo turn and take a few steps towards Tech #Saying something to him before Tech rebuttles #It was cool they had something going on in the background #lmao if you guys want to see my chaotic notes on episode 10 let me know #The Bad Batch x Reader #The Bad Batch #Tbb #Bad Batch #Bad Batch x Reader #Echo x Reader #Echo #The Bad Batch Echo #tbb Echo #tbb echo x reader #Tech #Wrecker #Omega #Hunter

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