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bloodandoranges · 7 months

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“…I would have killed you.”

Astarion x Reader (tav is gender neutral / little bit of angst / Astarion kills some creeps / comfort sorta?)

CW: VERY VAGUE mentions of (but avoided) unwanted advances (not by Astarion or Tav; but directed towards Tav.)

if anyone likes this concept I may do another chapter?

If Astarion had a tail? They were sure it’d be lashing about right now like a furious cat. He urged them into the room, immediately softening when they were alone, cool hands moving to cup their face. He winced at the blood.

“What the hells were you thinking, rushing off alone like that!?” He barked, the fear in his eyes betraying the fury in his voice…he looked as if he may cry. “I was just going to check out a quick lead, I figured I could do that alone…” Tav sighed, shaking their head as they peered up at him. “I planned to just be in and out.”

They’d settled in at the Elfsong Tavern for the night, desperate to have a bed for once. Their little party was happy to have a moment to relax and drink, but Tav had noticed a sewer grate when they’d come upon the tavern, and intended to expend a moment of their time to atleast check it out.

Of course, Baldurs Gate at night was a dangerous place. Outside of a tavern? Even worse. A few drunk humans had tried to flirt, and got a more than a little angry when denied. Cue Astarion; rushing in from the shadows and tearing out the throats of the unlucky ones without a second thought.

He’d dragged Tav away from the gruesome scene, softly hissing fury at them for being so foolish.

And that’s where they were now, nestled in the safety of their room, both of them covered in blood. Tav gave a shudder, running a hand through their hair. Astarion watched them with piercing eyes, fury evident in the way his eyebrows were furrowed.

“…I’ll run us a bath.” He spoke, saying nothing more as he stood and slinked away. The second he was out of their sight? He let himself crumbled a little, hand settled over his mouth as he worked to process what had happened. Those men could’ve hurt Tav. They could’ve-… He used to be the one who would prowl in the night, taking innocent victims love and then their lives. It made him feel sick to his very core.

He’d thought nothing of it at the time; why would he? He’d not had a choice. He’d never had a choice. And yet, he’d grown complicit. It was hard not to. He couldn’t help it, and besides, why should he care for anyone else, when no one had tried to save him? Of course, Tav had come along and flipped his world upside down, showed him he could grow…but growing hurt.

Tav sat stock still on their bed, staring up at the ceiling. They hated being scolded like a child, and yet they knew Astarion was just /scared/. Just like he was when Araj offered them that potion. Just like he was every time they’d been downed in battle; always the first at their side. Always the first to bark and berate them, then tenderly tend their wounds. He had no idea how to even begin to process those feelings…and so he lashed out.

Of course, that didn’t necessarily make it okay…just understandable. Something they’d work through together. They’d been working through.

They were so lost in thought they almost didn’t hear Astarion call out, stumbling to their feet and over to the tub settled behind an old partition. He was already settled inside, gazing out the window next to the tub.

He looked utterly stunning in the moonlight, it almost shone on his wet, porcelain skin. Water dripped from his face - now clean of all the blood. He finally tilted his head to gaze at them, and though his expression was stoic? There was a pain in his eyes. Slowly, Tav peeled away their clothes, eager to rid themself of the blood and dirt from the past few days.

Astarion’s gaze didn’t leave them, always fond and adoring. His arms wound tight around their waist as they slipped into the tub, pulling their soft body against his. Settling his face against their shoulder, he inhaled their scent. Blood, flesh, warmth. Alive.

“I am sorry, you know,” he whispered against their skin, lips trailing over it. “For…ugh, /overreacting/. I was just— I was worried, okay? I saw how those men were eyeing you off, like you were a piece of meat, a prize to be won, and it— …it made me think… of myself. How I used to be.” Though it was frantic? His voice was hardly above a whisper, so meek compared to his usual manner.

“That— you had no choice,” Tav said quickly, whipping around with lighting speed so they could gaze at him. Astarion stared at them, piercing red eyes full of sadness, eyebrows furrowed. “I know. I just—…” he shook his head, resting his forehead against Tavs, gazing into their eyes.

It was quiet for a moment, only the sound of the sloshing water as the pair adjusted.

“I would have killed you.” He breathed, a tense silence filling the room at his words.

He’d spoken them before, at Cazadors palace, just before the fateful reunion that rendered the vampire’s plans obsolete, that freed the spawn that Astarion had unknowingly created.

A shaky breath was the first noise to escape the silence, as Tav wound themself around Astarion, as best as they could. He pressed his face into their shoulder, breathing them in, focusing on the sound of their soft heartbeat. Fingers tangled into white curls, holding him close as the two of them quietly ached.

“You don’t ever have to be that again.” Tav whispered, soon pulling away from the embrace to cup his face in their hands, and he gazed at them like a sad puppy as he melted into their loving embrace.

“I know,” Astarion responded, hands gently clasping their wrists, kissing over their palms… he hoped that one day? He could believe that.

#baldurs gate tav #bg3 #fic #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #Astarion angst #astarion x tav #fanfic #bg3 fic #bg3 astarion

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your-nanas-house · 3 months

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Work, work... just work

◇ Pairing: "Sub"!Tommy Shelby X wife!Reader

◇ Warnings: SMUT, humping, needy Tommy, nudity, work, tiredness and bit of angst, Tommy in " heat ", bit of degradation.

◇ Summary: Y/n finds her husband still in his office and wants to help him finish.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Also the writing lately.

It was late, Y/n could tell by the darkness that swallowed Arrow House, a soft cold brize enveloped the corridors of the house due to the lack of fireplaces.

She was wearing just her nightgown and one of Tommy's shirts, which rested on her bare shoulders... her feet were bare and cold now that she was out of bed because of the same identical reason as almost every day.

Her husband was missing.... and she preferred getting out of bed into the cold a hundred times more than staying alone in a cold bed— their bed.

Even though she was still half asleep and was welcoming the slaps of cold air in the hope of fully waking up... her feet were carrying her on their own towards the destination that they... and she knew all too well.

That place where the young woman could already hear the tapping of the typewriter, the strong smell of smoke and the burning one of whiskey... mixed with the unique scent of her husband.

She knew, she knew where her missing husband was... exactly where he had been for the past weeks— no, months. But she felt empty at that moment, he emptied her from all the irritation, anger and sadness she used to feel. Letting place to pure neutrality and tiredness, because she was simply so exhausted.

The door was open so she just needed to give it a soft push before leaning against it, her head trying to find a support as her eyes remained fixed on his stressed sitting form.

"You shouldn't be awake, love" his low grumbled tone made space, dominating the noises that had now become part of the background "Just... like I should" he added after not receiving any reply from her.

His fingers were still moving and his light eyes were still following the words he was writing, till he came to the end of the sentence... just then Thomas allowed his gaze to travel up and stop on his wife.

As soon as he took her whole in his body relaxed a bit, moving automatically backwards to rest against the back of his chair... his legs slowly parting as he rested his calloused hands on the chair chops. Never looking away from her.

It was quite dark there, there was just a dim light that illuminated the room almost softly... sensually. Letting the man appreciate the curves of his woman and the way her silky nightgown was resting on her soft skin, dangerously holding itself, as best as it could, onto her hard nipples... while his shirt was now hanging lose on her forearms, exposing to him completely her upper body in a teasing but delicious way.

Her hair was down and her expression empty, a soft pout was adorning her lips but there was no glimpse in her eyes.

"I'm almost done, love" Tommy informed her as he fought his inner urges to focus his mind back on his work... even if his body was getting the better of his tired mind. Reacting at every single things she did, like the slow steps that she took to get closer or the intense gaze she was giving him— even the mere movements of her fingers was making his pants tighter enough to make it uncomfortable for his crotch.

His eyes met hers as he took one last drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out on the ashtray before exhaling the smoke in a slow, deliberate motion.

Then his body tensed softly as anticipation started to build inside of him, his tongue dared out to wet his bottom lip as Y/n moved in between his muscular legs.

Tommy could tell that she was tired as well, her body language was slower than usual but still alluring to him. He couldn't just stop thinking about the way the nightgown was teasing him in such an evil way... allowing him to peek but not look directly at the glory under it.

The fabric was soft under his abused skin as his hands remained busy massagging her hips, and his head rested tenderly against her lower stomach... placing light kisses slowly up to her cleavage.

A sweet silence surrounded them till Y/n moved her bare leg on his lap, making her husband inhale sharpy at the view and sudden feeling.

His grip tightened, and the young woman could feel every single muscle flex under her as his body leaned in even closer. His left hand traveled up her back to her neck. Causing her a feeling of goosebump all over before she pushed against him slightly, her hands moving inside his open shirt.

Her smaller body leaned down to brush tenderly her nose against his, her heart beating faster at the so craved closeness.

That's when Y/n noticed the way her husband's body was reacting at her, almost... animalisticly. The way he tilted his head to chase her lips, the heavy breathing and soft growls.

She sure could tell he’d been wanting this all day, and he had reached his breaking point.

His piercing light blue eyes kept sending shivers down her spine as the familiar feeling of butterflies in her stomach became more intense during the little game of soft caresses of their lips.

Her hands, which were formerly massaging the back of Thomas' neck and his right shoulder, were now moving teasingly down his torso, slowly unbuttoning the rest of the buttons as they reached his firm thighs.

A soft loud peck and her grip became tighter, her nails digging in the soft freckled skin so that she could easily spread them open and turn around to sit between his legs.

"Fookin' hell, woman" the older man growled out at the feeling of her smaller body pressed against his front.

He knew that his wife was trying to do and it was working pretty well since he couldn't even stop her... continuing to just breath heavily as his hand gripped her wrist more for support rather than anything else.

Her ass was swaying softly, creating a loving friction against his rock-hard boner, making his heart beat in his throat as he loosed his ability to speak.

"Come on, honey. Just take what you want, hump your wife like the horny dog you've been lately" Y/n mocked, pressing harder even if she knew oh too well the kind of game she was playing at.

A dangerous... and difficult game that made her pussy soaked and her breath hitch in her throat.

It took a lot of focus to the young woman to make her hand stop tremble enough so she could start tapping on the typewriter, her eyes focused only on the work ahead instead of the hot feeling of her husband's breath on the back of her neck... which caused goosebump to form all over her body.

His rough hands were already busy, one still holding her forearm tightly as the other slithered around... resting flat and open on her lower stomach to come back up, taking a hold of the silky fabric with such need that it made her nightgown fall off her shoulders revealing her breasts at the cold air.

His boner was pressing against her lower back, grinding and rubbing against her like an animal as grunts and harsh breaths kept interrupting the silence.

"Yeah.. just like that, honey" Y/n cooed at Tommy, holding back a yelp as he pressed her back forward so that he could place his already free cock wherever he wanted. His lenght finding now friction against her bare back as his hips snapped upwards shamelessly.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he dropped his head back in such a sinful way, his action now leaded by his pure animal instinct and dark lust.

There wasn't an exchange of words, no dirty talk or promises like when they made love... no it was just pure animalistic sex. Which remained just a harsh humping since in the throes of the heat Tommy came shortly after his hands brushed her erect nipples... painting her back with his seed.

New taglist (let me know if I made any mistakes):

@hanawrites404 , @sleepycreativewriter, @r1errr, @ll4n4, @calmingmelody96, @neonpurplestars89-blog , @emilyrosier

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megistusdiary · 11 months

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blade… or danheng.. corruption + breeding

love the way you think honestly!! blade is literally so mf fine 🙈🙈🙈

dom!blade (ren) x sub!gender neutral (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: little to no previous experience for reader, fingering in front of mirror (reader receiving), praise/degradation mix, reader is wearing a collar 🤭

"aww, you shouldn't have!" you cheerfully grinned at blade, holding your new wrapped up 'gift' box from him. you shook it a little, trying to hear if there was any rustling about.

blade's hand covered your own, lips quirked up in amusement. "just open it already."

"okay, okay." you obliged, turning away from him and unfastening the indigo ribbon tied around the box. you gently tugged the entire thing off, tucking it away into your pocket.

the second the lid came off, your glee slowly morphed into confusion. on a layer of tissue paper was a strip of leather.

upon further investigation, and carefully picking it up, your eyes widened at the realization of what this item was.

"it's...a dog collar?" you asked him, pausing to study the material. "...thanks..?"

blade scoffed, shaking his head and taking it from you. "it's not for a dog. it's for you." he leaned down towards you, shaking it tantalizingly. "wanna try it on for me?"

your face grew hot, free hand coming to press the back of your palm to your heated cheek. "i mean...sure."

this all stemmed from some silly conversation a while ago about wanting to try something new. exploring new things could be fun, you had told him, admitting that you lacked experience in the subject.

of course, he was more than happy to help you learn.

blade carefully opened the collar up, fastening it around your neck, slipping his fingers beneath the band to ensure it wasn't too tight. "good?"

your fingers came up to skate across the leather, lips parting as his hands covered yours. "do you want to see what it looks like?" his breath ghosted over the shell of your ear, feeling you nod against him.

he tugged you towards the full-length mirror in your room, angling your chin in such a way to admire the collar for himself. "it looks nice on you, doesn't it?"

you turned away, feeling thoroughly embarrassed, but you couldn't help the subtle rubbing of your thighs.

blade found this all rather amusing, directing his attention to your shifting stance. "you're really getting off to seeing yourself in a collar, huh?"

you immediately froze in place, feeling his chest shake with little rumbles of laughter as he gripped your hips. "it's okay," he cooed, though his tone was so cold. "you want me to help you?"

biting the inside of your cheek, you nodded rapidly, feeling him tug you onto the floor with him. "you better behave for me. i'm not in the mood to dole out punishments." he suddenly grabbed a fistful of hair, gently tugging your hair to have you leaning against him. "but that doesn't mean i won't."

he kissed your cheek quickly before releasing you. focusing instead on tugging off your clothes. your hands reached around to play with the slit in his top before his hand smacked your bare thigh.

a yelp of his name tumbled out as your thighs closed around his hand. "ren-" you frowned, feeling him push your legs open again.

"now, why don't you show me how you like it first?" blade moved his hand upwards, teasing you with his fingertips, leaving goosebumps behind. "i'm your puppet, just for now." he placed his hand where you could reach.

your hand came to cover his, hesitating for a moment as you dragged his fingertips over your thighs. you shifted awkwardly, turning to protest.

"why can't you just do it for me?" you huffed feeling him bite at your neck gently.

"indulge me, just this once. don't be such a whiny brat." he snapped, feeling you tremble a little from his voice.

you slowly moved his hand to cup between your legs, biting your lip when he moved his fingers a bit on his own accord. "do you have any, um, you know." you averted your eyes as he reached over to grab a bottle that you were quickly snatching from his grasp.

you applied some of the slick material onto your hand, rubbing some onto blade's hand before continuing to guide his hand around your sensitive areas.

you carefully moved him closer to your entrance, circling both of your wet fingers there as you leaned back against him, heaving a sigh.

"if i'd have known you'd be this needy, i would've taken care of you a long time ago." blade admitted, hearing you scoff at him.

"just...shut up please." you groaned when you began to slide his fingers into you, hips twitching as his thicker fingers filled you up. you let out a little gasp as you moved them deeper, thighs shaking.

"watch the mirror too." blade reminded, gripping your chin with his other hand and moving your head to watch your bodies.

you pushed another one of his fingers in, bouncing your hips a bit as blade grinned.

"riding my fingers already like the dirty little thing you are..." blade murmured, shaking his head.

"ren, please, more." your lips fell into a pout, the slick noises from you riding his fingers echoing through the room.

"but watching you is just so damn entertaining. if you can ride fingers this good, i'd love to see how you treat the real thing." his eyes fixated on your lower region. your thighs were straining from exertion but also a hesitation. you were holding back out of fear for his hand. how sweet.

"if you were riding me for real, you wouldn't have to hold back. fuck, i'd be pulling your hips down at my own pace." a sinister look passed over his face briefly that had him leaning over you even more.

"and at the very end, if you're good, i'll fill you up completely. you'll be dripping out onto the bed, a little trembling mess on the sheets." he felt you clench around his fingers without even thinking, eyes glazed over as you imagined the scenario playing out.

"doesn't that sound perfect, hm? don't zone out on me now..."

#honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #blade x you #blade hsr #honkai blade #blade smut #blade x reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #star rail smut #✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚#💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚

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livelaughlovesubs · 12 days

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I think despite how well he plays himself off all the time, Dazai still has depressive episodes sometimes when he's alone. Imagine coming home early and catching him in such a vulnerable state. Fuck him nice and sweet- show him how much you love him despite everything -🦀

Yk what, this will be the second part of that maid dazai fic. And I’ll make it sweet enough that you get a stomachache. Also- @amo-bsd

Part one!

Dom!reader x sub!dazai - reader is gender neutral

Warning: pegging (can be read as a dick), teasing, praise kink, marking - hickeys, handjob, dacryphilia, role play, lingerie

“You want me to defile you?” A low voice so hypnotising it send shivers down his spine echoed through the room. His gaze showed absolut devotion, legs spread on the couch just the way you wanted. “…yes, please.” The brunette gasped, his left hand helping you hold his skirt up while his right one reached behind him. The way his chest heaved with each breath, lips trembling whenever he had to part them, made you go crazy about him. With a single tug, he opened the tie of his apron, making space for you. You rubbed his entrance again, gently tapping it. That was all it took to make him squirm and shut his eyes due to ecstasy. “Uh-uhHhm..!” Dazai whined through gritted teeth, the blush that was spreading across his cheeks intensified. His puffy hole kept clenching whenever you touched him, and loosening up once your digits leave.

“Look at how sensitive you are,” You commented while leaning closer towards him, face now inches away from his. “Ha-haah.. if you know then stop teasing me.” He tried to stand his ground, noticing you brought the end of his dress near him. Afterwards you uttered a single command, “Bite onto this.” Normally he would have talked back and made a scene, though for now he decided to be obedient. This surprised you a little, yet it wasn’t a bad feeling. Guess your dear lover can be good at times? Carefully, he bit the fabric, after a little while it was soaked with his saliva already. “Good boy.” You cooed when you saw this cute scene, kissing his forehead while your weaker hand slipped to his waist.

His brows were furrowed, eyes half lidded as he watched your demonstrations. Fingers leaving his bottom and now teasing his tip. A milky, sticky liquid stuck to the latex glove. The more you rubbed over his soaked panties, the darker the spot got. Now you were smirking sweetly, whispering playfully “you are getting so wet for me.” After you finished your sentence, you could swear more precum spurt out of his slit. Did that comment embarrass him? His tender and slim body trembled ever so slightly, eyes sparkling and begging you to do more. “How adorable.” You added, before licking his earlobe.

The boy jerked, hands clutching the dress to hold it up higher. Then he closed his eyes, clenching them tightly enough for a single tear to run down his cheek. Mind racing and heart pounding while your hand kept playing with his dick. “Hmm..hngh..” soft whimpers left him, and his eyes became watery, more tears were about to spill. Slowly you changed from his ear to his neck, kissing and sucking on multiple spots. Leaving a trail of marks behind. Only a few minutes later the red spots build, proof of your claim over him. The beautiful hickeys you left behind encouraged you to go further, the hand on his waist now slipped to his thighs. You rubbed his tip a little longer, until your fingers were coated with his precum entirely, then you moved on to his entrance again.

Soft and sweet moan filled the room, all muffled through a thin fabric. Your fingertips tapped his entrance again, the white fluid now stuck to his rim too. He gasped, watching you play with his body as you pleased. Then you said, “you are doing so well for me, my love,” while staring at him with loving eyes. Dazai didn’t know what to do in that situation, so he averted his gaze. You smirked at the sudden shyness from the male, before sticked a finger inside him. “Mhmm! Nghh.” He wines, eyes widening as he let out some more lewd noises. In the meantime you worked him open, a second finger followed soon. “So good for me, my pretty boy.” At the sound of that compliment, he dick twitched inside his panties. Why were your words so addicting? They were so sweet, it made him feel weird and warm. As if he was a small, weak and precious thing that deserved any of this. Though one question lingered in the back of his mind, was he truly deserving of this?

His tears finally spilled, hands quivering while pleasure coursed through him. Suddenly you raised his leg and brought it over your shoulder, grinning the entire time as you did that. The black laced thigh highs he wore were beyond attractive, enough to make you feel butterflies. “Y/n.. nHhh, mh- please..” he managed to breath out through gritted teeth. You just kept smiling while you rubbed your fingers against his soft and warm insides, admiring how beautiful he looked right now. “Ahh! Oh-ohhh..it feels good.” The brunette groaned and stopped biting the dress, but his hands were still holding it up. Instead of punishing him, you just let it be, you loved hearing him talk anyway.

Wet and lewd squelching sounds left whenever you trusted your fingers inside him, followed by a fierce jerk from the male. He’d arch his back and whine about wanting more. “So cute, I love you my dear.” You chuckled, before you took your fingers out. Sticky strings were connecting the glove to his insides. “Really adorable..” this time you muttered under your breath, staring at his vulnerable state with focused eyes. His lips shook, eyes half lidded, brows furrowed while a deep crimson blush spread across his features. Not to mention how perverted this position was. It exposed all of his shameful parts, as well as his most sensitive spots.

The way his thrust his hips indicated how he wanted more, a disappointed whine left him, a plead for more of this bliss he was feeling. His entrance clenched shut immediately, and the sticky liquid dripped down his tender skin. “You look so beautiful right now.” You praised him, and it made his dick twitch. Then you lined your own one up with his hole after finishing preparing everything, and pressed the tip against him. “Tell me if it hurts, alright?” Even though you whispered that into his ear, he couldn’t register most of your words. His eyes were glued to your length, anticipation filling him as he thought about taking you. Lips pressed shut and gaze eagerly waiting for you to fill him up. You also noticed how his rim kept loosening and clenching, as if his body was begging for you.

With a swift motion, you started putting it in. Only the tip alone was enough to make him into a mess, eyes rolling back as a storm of moans escaped his throat. “Ahh!! Ngh hmMM! Oh- y/N~moreee.. hahh, ple-please..!!” Dazai spout, spitting one nonsense after another. His tongue rolled out while you carefully bottomed out inside him. He tried his best to resist the urge to cum right there right now, especially after feeling it hit against his innermost parts. There was no helping it, it was just so deep inside him! You hugged him again, causing his leg to be raised to his chest. A dumbfounded look was on the boy’s face, and so you explained. “Lay back and enjoy this, alright?”

And you bet he did. When you started moving, all he could think about was you. He couldn’t move an inch while your member continued going in and out of him, so gently and slow, but hard enough to make him see stars. Each time you hit it against his sweet spot he’d cry out, panting and whimpering in delight. “Ah.. ah, uhhh, ahh, y/n- master..!” even now he is still calling you that, but you didn’t mind. After all, he was your good boy, your one and only love, your adorable pet. You kissed his lips, all while pounding inside him with a steady rhythm. Why was this so stimulating? Was what dazai thought. You weren’t being really fast or excessively rough, so why did it feel so damn good?

His heart felt like exploding whenever you calling him by some cute pet names, or even his own name. Sensations strong enough to wipe any thoughts off his mind kept gushing inside him, coursing through his veins and taking him to paradise. When you broke the kiss, he didn’t even notice how he chased after your lips. Still sobbing and crying while begging you for more, wanting to feel more of your touch, more of your voice, more of you. It was warm, it felt really hot inside him. There was no way to describe this other than lust, it must be because you are so skilled..! That’s why whenever you call him cute names he feels himself edging closer to the edge, that’s why your touch always ignites a fire within him, that’s why he always feels so happy when with you.

“Ahh.. I love you, y/nn..” he called out to you again, smiling sweetly while being held in your arms. “I really do..”

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oleander-nin · 5 months

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Human Heater(Rottmnt x Reader Drabbles)

A/N, not important: All credit goes to @buggy-cj for the idea, I just wanted to write it because it's so cute! I'm also ignoring this was posted back in May. I started it, just never finished it. Sorry for skipping last weeks fic, I wasn't doing too hot. Hopefully I'm good to go now. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: None that I know of. If you see any, please tell me

Words: 2466

Summary: You're warm, and the Rise boys want to take advantage of it.

Mikey:

The movie droned on in the background, neither you nor your terrapin boyfriend paying much attention. Your focus is instead on him and the way his arms are wrapped around you, holding you close and keeping you against him. It was nice, being this glued to your boyfriend. His constant clinginess wasn’t a bother to you, even if he got too intense. He was always good at respecting your boundaries, backing off the moment you asked.

You feel him nuzzle his beak further into the back of your head, his eyes peering just over your hair so he could still see the movie if he so wanted. The action movie was the only thing illuminating you both in the moment, a soft light on your faces. Your eyes drift to the screen, watching Mikey’s father laugh loudly before starting to take on the twenty stunt doubles he was acting with.

“I still can’t believe that was your dad.” You grumble, taking another handful of popcorn. You look up to him, craning your neck so you can meet Mikey’s striking eyes. Mikey laughs at your puffed cheeks full of popcorn, his chest vibrating against your back. One of his arms snakes up to your head, lightly running his two forefingers through your hair as he presses a light kiss to your temple.

“Well you best believe it! My dad was the greatest ninja and actor the world’s ever seen!” His proud proclamation is punctuated with another kiss, his position shifting to be on top of you so he could use you as a pillow. He settles down with his chin on your chest, his arms wrapped around your torso lovingly.

“I think you’ve surpassed the greatest ninja thing by now, love.” You say with a grin, cupping his cheeks and pulling his face closer. Mikey melts in your hands, his expressive eyes letting you see every bit of love he holds for you. Mikey shakes his head, moving his face into one of your palms and kissing it softly.

“Considering he beats our tails every other week, I’d think he still holds the title.” Mikey chuckles. You roll your eyes and scoff, rubbing his cheeks as the movie plays in the background. Silence washes over the both of you as Mikey settles back down, his head turned towards the open laptop Mikey had balanced on a chair with some books. As you both watch the movie, you can feel your lower stomach tighten in discomfort, your eyes dropping accusingly to the half-empty bottle of soda set to your right. You lightly pat Mikey’s cheek, his eyes drifting to you with a questioning look.

“Can you let me up? I have to go to the restroom.” You say softly, propping yourself up on your elbows. Mikey juts out his bottom lip in an exaggerated pout, his pupils dilating while his chin is stuck firmly to your chest and his arms tightening on your torso.

“Can you wait for the movie to end?” He whines, burying his face into you. You snort, patting his head to try and get him to move.

“Sorry Mikey, I have to go. I’ll be right back though, I promise.” You lightly push at his head, making him blow against your shirt while he starts to stir.

“You’re so warm though, and I’m comfortable.” His complaints are theatrical, his head lolling to the side like you were sentencing him to the gallows instead of simply asking him to move. Despite his protests, he lets out an exaggerated groan and slowly rolls off you to let you up. You shift off the bed and scurry off, wanting to be able to crawl back into Mikey’s arms as quickly as you could.

Donnie:

The quiet clacking of the keyboard reverberated around the lab, adding a quiet percussion to soothe your thoughts. The warmer air of the lair was nice on your skin, a comforting feeling stripped away once you entered Donnie’s lab. It was always kept colder due to the sensitive equipment Donnie had acquired(stolen) over the years, but now that winter was here, the colder air seemed like you had just stepped back outside. You pull your jacket closer over your shoulders, debating zipping it up as you follow the sound Donnie was creating on his keyboard.

The sight of him curled up in his chair with his knees to his chest made you laugh soundlessly, his eyes focused and drawn eyebrows furrowed while he stares his computer down. Moving closer, you see he wasn’t working. A game is on his screen, the loud clacking of his keys coming from his violent spam of buttons as he fights the characters attempting to attack him with their pixelated weapons. You pull another chair up next to him, curling into yours in the same manner he had his own. His wayward glances showed you he knew you were there, but you both bask in the silence of each other. You wanted to lay your head on his shoulder as he plays, to get a small amount of heat transfer to your freezing cheeks, but you hold back.

His game seemed to be in his peak, a larger character coming onto the screen and making it virtually shake. If you laid on him now, his arm would be stunted, and he would most likely lose. You sulk as you sink further into your chair. Cuddles and warmth would have to wait. His screen flashes a few times as the game goes on, his character pulling out different weapons and healing items as the larger boss attempts to pummel him into the ground. You try not to laugh as Donnie starts to get frustrated with his game, his concentration breaking as he sits up more to heighten his button smashing. The screen flashes an end title, the mocking “GAME OVER” making Donnie grumble under his breath.

“My fingers were frozen.” Donnie mumbles out a defense, not meeting your eyes. You look at him, a bit confused at the random statement. His fingers didn’t look frozen, they were still intact and a bright green.

“What do you mean?” Your query gets Donnie to clear his throat, his cold hands cupping your slightly warmer ones. You shiver from the contact, a movement not gone unnoticed by the purple banded turtle.

“I lost because my hands are numb, dramatic sigh.” His voice gives off an over exaggerated flair of devastation, something that makes you start to laugh. He rolls his eyes at your chuckles, a disgruntled “scoff” accompanying his previous theatrics. “Laugh all you want, but I still lost.”

“Then turn the heat up.” You tease, rubbing his hands to try and warm them up more. Donnie shakes his head, his shoulders drooping.

“You know I can’t. I have a lot of sensitive equipment in here.” You smile softly at his defeated look, patting one of his hands in light sympathy. He sinks back into his chair, glaring at the still flashing end card. Amidst the clear annoyance on his face, he seems to perk up, an idea running through the cogs in his brain. Without saying a word, he leans over to your chair and scoops you into his arms, quickly depositing you into his lap before you can protest.

“Sit sideways,” He says quickly, his knees coming up and sliding you down into the divot of his waist. You fumble around a bit, doing as he says. You could feel his heart beating when you lean into him, his warm breath ghosting your neck while you both shift into a more comfortable position. He kisses his forehead, smiling softly.

“You could have used a blanket.” You mumble, clearly enjoying it despite your words as he starts his game back up to try again. Donnie shrugs, a smug grin settling on his features.

“You’re warmer.”

Raph:

The cushions of the beanbag are more comfortable than expected. When Raph first suggested laying in the living room on them, you were skeptical. With their dingy look, you doubted they would be a good place to sit, but they worked fine for what they were needed for. A small smile comes to your face as Raph buries himself farther into his own bean bag, his posture more relaxed than it had been all week. His eyes are lighter as he stares at the movie catalog, one arm absentmindedly patting around for the remote..

“Are you ready to watch the movie?” Raph asks, his hand finally finding the remote and starting to flick through the movies. You absentmindedly confirm his question, getting up as the microwave beeps to signal the popcorn being done. You can hear the clicking from the TV as Raph scrolls through the selections, his bean bag sometimes crying out in protest as he shifts. Returning with a large bowl of popcorn in your arms, you bypass your own bean bag. Raph notices, his gaze shifting so he could follow your movements with a curious eye.

You carefully sit down on Raph’s bean bag, making sure to be on the edge so you didn’t accidentally invade his personal space, as well as make sure he had the option to send you back to your own seat if he wanted. After a few moments of Raph staring at you, he shrugs and settles into his seat more, scooting over to make sure you have room. You smile, leaning into him and resting your head on his plastron. Raph jumps slightly, his eyes going wide as he looks down at you, a large cocky grin adorning your face.

“What are you- Oh… Oh you’re warm.” Raph reaches his arm around to scoot you closer, pressing you firmly against his chest. You situate yourself into a better position, letting your head loll over onto him. He snuggles into you as well, melting against you.

“Are you comfortable?" Raph asks softly, holding you close as he picks up the remote again to continue the movie night. You nod, grinning. The hardness of his plastron was surprisingly nice to rest on, although it might just be because of how tired you were. Keeping your head nestled just underneath the point seemed heavenly in the moment, although you wouldn't have complained even if it was a bit too hard. His brothers were finally out and you both had the lair to yourself for a movie night.

"Is that the movie you wanted?" You ask, watching curiously as the selection highlights a movie different to the ones Raph had been raving about wanting to see for the past week. Raph glances away from you, his arm pulling you closer.

"Raph thought you might prefer this one more."

"Raphael, put on the movie you wanted or I'm going back to my own bean bag."

Raph huffs at the playful threat, pushing you almost fully onto his chest in retaliation. A laugh bubbles from you as his face morphs into a light frown. Despite his newly fortified way of holding you, he still bypasses the movies he was hovering over before finding the ones he had been excited for, a wide from now on his face. As the opening sequence of the movie plays, Raph leans down to kiss the top of your head with a quiet "thank you". You pat his stomach twice, too entranced with the movie to respond.

Leo:

“You’re really warm.” Leo mumbles into your skin, his face pressed firm in your chest. His hold was still strong, not giving you much room for movement. You roll your eyes, rubbing your boyfriend's head softly and raking your nails over the soft scales.

“So I’ve been told.” You muse, a soft grin etched into your tired face. Leo mentioned it every time he corralled you into a cuddle session, weighing you down as he lays on you for hours. You didn’t mind, of course. Any time spent with your boyfriend was time well spent. At least, until you had somewhere to be. You didn’t have to leave for classes for another hour, but it would be better if you got up now to get ready. You were fighting to gain the will to push him away, liking watching Leo sink into you while his fingers drummed where they held you. His weight was comforting, keeping your body from really waking up as your eyes fight to close. It was a trap you really needed to fight out of soon.

“Leo,” You murmur, cupping his face at the cheeks. It was better to try and weasel away from him now, especially if you want enough time to go about your schedule. His eyes drift over to yours, a lazy smile on the terrapins face. “I really have to get up. I need to get ready.”

Leo’s smile morphs into an exaggerated pout, his arms quickly looping around your midsection as he squeezes you close. “But I’m cold.” He whines, trapping you under his body. “And you’re so warm. Can’t you stay a bit longer?”

You sigh, rubbing the back of his head tenderly. The young slider melts into you as his face disappears into your stomach, causing you to realize he really wasn’t letting go. You chew on the inside of your cheek. While you very well could demand him get off(and you knew he would listen, if begrudgingly), you weren’t sure you really wanted to. You continue to rub his head for a moment more, speaking up again in hopes he’d give up so you wouldn’t have to be firm. It wasn’t like you really wanted to get up either.

“Leo, please? I just need to go take a shower.” You pull his face up so he has to look at you, his eyes playful and light. He sticks his tongue out at you before rolling up, crushing you under his weight as you groan in defeat.

“All I’m hearing is that you want me to freeze.” His voice is muffled from being buried into your skin. His words vibrate against you and force you to stifle a laugh, your sides spasming from the accidental tickle. Leo picks his head up to look at you, a bright grin on his face. “However, if you really want to leave, I could be persuaded with a kiss.”

You laugh and lean in to meet his lips, kissing him softly to pay your toll of leaving. Leo lets his head fall into your stomach for a moment more before slipping off your stomach to curl into your side, letting you take a full breath now that his weight was off his chest. Finally free, you slip out of bed, tossing the blankets you left onto Leo and make your way out of the room to start your day.

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kissagii · 6 months

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first love with megumi is soft, curious, and quiet

cw: gender neutral reader, 730 words, it's just pure fluff :)

As day turned slowly into night, the sky looked as if someone had taken a paintbrush to it, streaking it in hues of orange and pink and purple, the last golden rays of light streaking across your face from between autumn leaves. Every inch of the little clearing was bathed in warm hues so unlike the chill seeping into the air, silent and serene save for… footsteps?

“Oh, you’re here,” Megumi said – not in an accusatory way, more like surprise, or perhaps something even softer. Something fitting for the way his heart stopped for just a moment when he saw you sitting so calmly in the sunset.

He sat down next to you, every thought dedicated to steadying his breathing, silent until you spoke. “The sunset’s always beautiful this time of year, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” Megumi breathed, the rest of his sentence unspoken. As beautiful as you. Though that wouldn’t do you justice, would it? No, you were more than the sunset, beautiful every hour of every day, in any season. He scratched nervously at his fingers, staying focused on the sky’s changing hues, anything to keep his mind from becoming a smitten disaster in your presence. But it was too late for that.

“Are you alright, Megumi? You seem nervous.” He didn’t have to look at you to know how you looked at him – with that sweet smile and genuine eyes.

He bent the truth into a lie – “More or less. Just a bit preoccupied.”

“Oh, I see, you came here to clear your mind. Don’t mind me then, it’s like I’m not here.”

How could it ever be as if you were not there? When the very reason his thoughts were scrambled into incoherence sat right next to him, how could he ignore the rapid beating of his heart as it fluttered in his chest?

An eternity passed – or perhaps just a few moments – as sunset turned to dusk and two sets of eyes stared unwaveringly into the sky.

“Have you ever been in love?” Megumi asked at last, regret seeping into him the moment the words left his mouth. What kind of question was that? How could he be so foolish?

“I don’t really know,” You said, your tone of voice sending waves of relief over him, “I might be now, but it’s hard to say. Why do you ask?”

Megumi thought of the plethora of ways he could respond: he could confess, or he could avoid the topic entirely; he could ask who you were referring to, or he could simply hope it was him that captured your attention; he could even say nothing at all, waiting in silence until by some stroke of fortune you understood that which was left unsaid.

“I think I might be too. But I don’t know, and it’s all so… confusing,” he said at last, leaning ever so slightly toward you, a few millimeters that, to him, made a world of difference.

You breathed once. Twice. Three times. Megumi’s chest was tense as he waited for a reply, any reply, so long as it would break the silence.

“Then how about we explore these feelings together?” Your hand brushed gently against his, and in that moment every thought in his mind splintered apart and reformed into something so familiar yet entirely new. Could it be Love, this feeling? No, not yet, but perhaps it could be – like a rosebud that had yet to open, preparing to open into something bright and tender.

Megumi leaned his head against your shoulder, sighing, a gesture rife with words left unspoken yet clear as day. I don’t know what these feelings are between us, but I cherish them. I want to explore them with you. The gentle circles of your thumb against the back of his hand wiped away his worries and brought him back to the moment, back to the evening, the cool air and dimming lights and warmth of your companionship.

The evening grew darker, quieter, and more serene until at last you broke the soft comfort of silence. “We should head back… Gojo-sensei is probably looking for us.”

He knew he should leave, but he couldn’t bring himself to move away from you. “Let’s stay a bit longer.”

A bit longer, indeed – minutes uncounted that passed in tender silence until at last an insistent voice made the inevitable summons that broke the evening peace.

#imagine ⋆｡°✩#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi x gn reader #megumi x gn!reader #jjk x gn!reader #megumi x y/n #megumi x you

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lordsukunas · 2 months

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tldr: suguru as a child/early teenager and his journey as a sorcerer after he meets you, his new neighbor.

cw: mentions of vomiting, not in-depth. not edited, not beta-read, rushed, and possibly ooc suguru. gender neutral and sorcerer!reader.

a/n: sigh... i’m so tired. probably when i wake up i’ll actually edit it, but i just needed to get something out, so maybe consider this a lil teaser...? i might make a second part expanding on how he ends up going to jjt n then whenever he defects, but im absolutely exhausted rn. exams have been kicking my ass </3 + im going to a festival so this might not be edited for a lil while longer. sorry yall!

a part of me thinks suguru would live in some small, unknown little town. the people are closed-minded, content with the life they’ve built for themselves, and they don’t want it to change. if you’re born there, it’s hard to get out, especially with such few opportunities. it’s a town meant to keep aspiring little doves caged within its walls.

so imagine some six, maybe seven year-old boy going around saying he sees monsters sometimes. of course, the first conclusion any adult would reach is that the poor thing is having nightmares. he’ll grow out of it — all of them do.

but suguru doesn’t.

he’s afraid to sleep at night, and despite his parents’ pleas for him to sleep in their bed, he says that he can’t. “what if you get hurt too?”

they end up having to sneak melatonin in his dinner to get him to sleep at night.

when he turns eleven, he gets a grasp on his technique. he has to eat the monsters, consume them so that they don’t go out and hurt anyone else. that’s easy enough, right?

for the first few weeks, he vomits. they taste disgusting, like dried, crusty rags used to clean up puke and shit. but he has to do it, he has to! otherwise, who’s going to keep his innocent parents safe?

so he keeps going. exorcise, consume, puke. exorcise, consume, puke. exorcise, consume, puke.

exorcise and consume.

then, at age twelve, you come along.

you’re like the sun peeking through the dark clouds after days full of rain and thunder. a breath of fresh air, a sugary treat to balance out the saltiness of this shitty town.

you move into the once abandoned house right beside his, a radiant smile on your face and eyes twinkling with determination.

beautiful, perfect, normal.

the two of you click almost instantly, although suguru’s a little reluctant at first — what if you think he’s weird? his parents and teachers say he’s a bit troubled, nosy neighbors joke that he’s a few sandwiches short of a picnic, and bored grandmas claim he’s been touched by the devil. despite their rumors, despite suguru’s reputation, despite the fact you two are polar opposites, you don’t avoid him. in fact, it’s like those things just entice you even more.

“suguru.”

the fear in your voice catches him off-guard, and he stops walking. your hand grips the hem of his jacket, and your finger slowly raises to point towards the corner.

“what is that?”

it’s a crude thing. skin a dingy shade of purple, stubby limbs twisted and contorted into impossible angles, and jagged yellow teeth that poke past its thin, cracked lips.

that’s when he realizes it: you can see them too.

he’s not alone. finally, fucking finally, suguru geto is not alone.

by thirteen, you and suguru are attached at the hip. there’s not a day where the two of you don’t see each other, even when you get grounded for accidentally breaking a bathroom stall trying to exorcise a curse.

they’re so ungrateful.

he’s tainted your image. you were once normal, the cute neighbor nextdoor, but now you’re best friends with suguru, the pretty boy with the strange bangs and broken mind.

you don’t care though, and he loves that you never have.

nothing can separate you. you go to school together, take the same classes (thanks to suguru modifying his schedule), walk home together, exorcise curses together.

you’re all he needs, and he’s all you need. you’re the only ones who understand each other on a fundamental level, who know each other inside and out, down to the very last atom in your bodies.

with you, he’s sure that he can snap the chain and leave this place, to soar so high in the sky that there’s nothing and no one left but you and him.

you hand suguru his slushie, and he takes a long sip, letting the sugar-filled drink wash away the lingering taste of today’s curse.

“sometimes, i think we’re kinda like batman and superman.”

suguru can’t help but scoff. “us? you think we’re superheroes?” how unsurprisingly childish of you.

you nod, snapping your kit-kat bar in half and taking a bite out of it. “yeah, dude! we fight alien bad guys with our superpowers. pretty cool, right?”

he leans back, legs spread and an arm resting on the back of the bench. “sure, but they always get rewarded for saving the day. what do we get?” he doesn’t wait for your answer. “nothing.”

a small frown flits across your typically cheerful features, and suguru wishes he could shove his words back into his mouth and down his throat.

“mm... i think we get stuff. we get to see our parents safe, and even if no one else here really likes us, they’re safe thanks to us, too.” the toe of your shoe traces shapes into the pavement. “we’re the only ones that can do this, suguru. it’s our duty.”

right. duty.

suguru hums, but you can’t tell whether it’s in agreement or not. you decide that it doesn’t matter, that he’s just thinking like always.

“wish i was rich, though," you joke and pop the rest of your little kit-kat stick into your mouth.

after a moment, he shakes his head and takes a sip of his bright purple drink. “me too.”

#jjk #jjk geto #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #geto suguru #suguru geto #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto x you #🪵 – writing

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redhead-batgal · 1 year

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Damian x y/n: y/n fell asleep at the manor while hanging out with Damian and woke around 2am, y/n gets lost on way to kitchen and meets Jason and says " hello dummy thiccc man"

Type: One-shot

Pairing: Best Friend! and Gender Neutral! Reader x Damian Wayne/ Robin

Content: Technical one-sided pinning, simp! reader, aged up Damian and reader, cursing, humor, lots and lots of fluff.

Word Count: 1,305

(P.S. I made it best friend! reader because I LOOVVVVE Best Friends to lovers. It's like my favorite troupe. I also changed it a bit, but I think it'll be fine. Enjoy! :)

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Human nature and emotions were so strange. Peculiar, how extreme they could be. It was like magic, how strange people could be or act in general. How rage could transform a person momentarily, how joy could bring people out of the darkness. Love though, Love was stronger than any other emotion. It was stronger and more powerful. A black magic of sorts that would take over and change you into someone completely different.

And you had just been hit by its spell.

Part of you didn't entirely understand why you caved to his every whim. Why the tiniest frown and gleaming of eyes could make your stomach swirl and instantly feel guilty.

The rest of you... it-it knew. Knew that you were wrapped so tightly around his finger you might shatter if you did something wrong. Knew how the smallest glimpse of his smile would send your heart racing and make you weak in the knees.

Damian Wayne had a magic of some kind, and you were completely and totally enchanted. So enchanted you sometimes forget the way the world actually works and that you should think before you speak. Unfortunately, tonight just so happened to be a night that his magic overcame you.

Drearily blinking, you found yourself curled into Damian's side. His breathing was slow and steady, calming, even. For a moment you almost drifted back into that peaceful bliss of sleep.

However, your mind jumped. Making you realize how close you were to him and that- that... you probably shouldn't be. No- no you definitely shouldn't be.

Here and now, he was vulnerable, and he hated being vulnerable in front of people. You couldn't stay, if you did, he'd be upset and- and... and you really really hate it when he's upset with you.

Slowly slipping from his grasp, you dropped towards the floor, hoping that you won't startle him awake. Sneaking towards the door you take a moment to look over your shoulder, he took a breath in before letting it out softly. Closing your eyes for a moment you let out a small sigh of relief.

He was still asleep, thank goodness. Part of you didn't want to leave, seeing him so peaceful and happy made something warm bubble in you. However, you knew you had to go, for him and for you. After all you have been here for a while... Wait, how long have you been here?

Sliding out the door you peered around the corner, hoping to see someone wandering around who you could ask. Instead, you are met by pitch darkness and an eerie quiet that shook you to your core.

Oh god, what time was it?

Half scrambling down the stairs you bit your lip. Please oh please don't be morning yet. Your mother would kill you if you stayed out all night.

Clock, clock... where oh where is a clock? Where was the closest one??? Living room? No Steph and Duke broke that one yesterday with their Wii sports tournament. Anywhere else made your mind spin and then- then a thought rose up suddenly.

The kitchen.

Yes, yes, the kitchen should have a clock... and a phone.

The more you moved through the darkness the later you thought it was. Was it four? five? Oh god, please let it be the same day. Blinking, a bit, you noted light seeping under the door rather absentmindedly.

Your hand pushed the door open, and you found the blinking numbers on the microwave. They sent a tumble of nerves straight to your stomach.

Two am. It was two fucking am.

How in hell were you going to survive this? It was a twenty-minute drive home and at minimum, a two-hour walk. There was no way you'd make it home before the sun came up.

A clatter dragged you from your thoughts and you looked up to see a man sitting at the table. He had short dark hair with a white streak through a front section. His eyes were greenish, not as green as Damian's but something about them seemed similar.

It took you no more than a second to notice he was not wearing a shirt. And your brain froze, your thoughts suddenly deciding to spill out.

"Hello dummy thicc man."

Silence followed and a snort of sorts. You blinked seeing a smile stretched across the man's face. Heat flushed through you, and you closed your eyes.

"Dammit. I said that aloud, didn't I?"

The man nodded, leaning forward ever so slightly. He winced instantly and you then spotted the bloodied spot on his torso.

"Holy shit, you're bleeding!"

A weak smile was now on the man's face, and he nodded. Your eyes went wide and your hands darted forwards.

"Are you going to be, okay?"

"Yeah, Alfie's takin care of me.'' He looked you over and snorted once again, "you're the gremlin's?"

Your brow furrowed and you tilted your head before blinking a few times.

“Uh, if you mean Damian, yeah I’m his friend.”

A smirk of sorts worked its way onto his face, and you began fiddling with your fingers.

"I'm y/n." You weakly say.

"Jason... though you probably know me as Todd."

You clamped your mouth shut as a wave of laughter built up in you. Somehow, he had managed to almost mimic Damian perfectly. Looking away from him you squeezed your eyes shut as a giggle of sorts escaped you.

Finally, you looked back to Jason- no Todd... oh yeah. You had heard about him. Nothing really bad though. Strange, though him never being around probably contributed to that.

"The gremlin does have a type. Waffles was right."

You tilted your head again, narrowing your eyes ever so slightly. Waffles? Who could be waffles? you opened your mouth to question the nickname when a door swung open. You froze, only to see Alfred carrying a tray filled with bandages and antiseptics.

"Uh, hi."

Alfred smiled at you before setting the tray on the table. Jason instantly began reaching for things only for Alfred to whack his hand without looking away from you.

"I'm glad to see you, Mx Y/n. Did you sleep well?"

You nodded and heard the door behind you open. You then noticed a strange smile slide onto Alfred's face and Jason snorted again shaking his head.

"Hello Master Damian."

Looking over your shoulder in a little bit of horror, you found Damian behind you rubbing his eyes, his hair disheveled and pointing in many directions.

"Pennyworth," He yawned, "Todd."

Jason grunts in greeting and you stand frozen staring at Damian, your mind racing. Were you too loud? Did you wake him up? Was he upset?

"Y/n," Damian then said, holding out his hand, "come on."

"Huh?"

"We should go back to bed. School starts early tomorrow. Father would be very upset if he knew I was awake."

"Uh, but- I- why are you awake?"

"You left." He said with a slight, "duh." At the end.

You went very still as his words began to run rampant in your head. Did that mean you woke him up when you left? Were you too loud slipping out the door? Did you hop off the bed too sharply?

A hand took yours and you blinked, finding Damian before you. He pulled at your hand slightly. "Come on."

"But- it- it's two. My mom- she's-"

"We informed your mother that you would be staying the night. You do not need to worry Mx. Y/n." Alfred suddenly chimed in.

Looking back towards him you raised an eyebrow; he was nonchalantly wrapping a bandage around Jason's torso. Tilting to the side you notice ripped abs. You only managed a quick glance before Damian pulled you from the room.

"It's time to sleep Y/n."

Turning back towards Damian you smiled before following after him.

"Coming."

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starboundpix · 3 months

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ii. (love is) a greeting

it turns out the shiny metal scarecrow-esque thing is not a scarecrow and is most definitely offended. he's here to stay, though, so there's plenty of time to make up for that first impression.

daycare attendant x reader ✧ 1.8k words farm au, gender neutral reader, reader is a farmer, reader has a pet dog, hints of dca not being treated well in the past

note: a sun-centric part that has somehow grown into nearly 2k words >u< I promise moon will get his time to shine! (heh)

The crowing of your rooster wakes you up, blinking blearily and squinting at the rays of sunlight streaming through your curtains. You slowly sit up, shoulders and arms aching terribly, but you must get going with your day. There are always things to do on a farm.

After changing out of your pajamas, you exit your bedroom, only to nearly trip over Pluto. “Hey!” He whines and whimpers, circling frantically around your legs, barely giving you any room to move. Your eyebrows furrow and you kneel down, letting him put his paws on your legs as you gently grab his head, looking into his mismatched eyes of hazel and blue.

“What’s wrong, buddy?” His ears are soft as you stroke his head. Pluto slightly relaxes under your touch, but the little noises he makes do not subside.

Suddenly, he pulls his head back and takes little shuffling steps toward the stairs, eyes watching you all the while. You have owned your dog for many years now and know that Pluto will not act this way without good reason. Something uncomfortable stirs in your gut, but you follow your dog as he leads the way down the stairs to the back door of your house. Pluto’s whines increase in volume as you wrap your hand around the handle so you pause to stroke his head.

Whatever is out there—whatever is making Pluto so worried—better watch out. You know your dog will protect you with all of his might and you will fight tooth and nail to make sure he is safe.

Taking a deep breath, you push open the door–

–and are greeted with brilliant blue eyes and a giant smiling face of gold and yellow.

“New friend! I am pleased to-”

“Oh what the hell?” The words fly out of your mouth in a shriek and you whirl back inside toward the safety of your home, pulling the door shut behind you.

Over the blood rushing through your ears as your heart pumps furiously in your chest, you hear muttering through the door. “That was quite rude! I don’t think my greeting warrants a response like that.” A pause. Then, “Perhaps that’s not unexpected for people who live in the middle of nowhere.”

Your mouth falls open in outrage. With this cocktail of shock and anger rushing through your veins, you push open the door again, this time stepping completely through to shut it behind you. “I was startled, thank you very much,” you spit out.

A warm presence presses into your thigh. The reminder of Pluto being by your side is enough to calm your nerves a bit, enough to make you realize that this- this being—a… scarecrow? Your scarecrow!—does have a point. Just the tiniest bit. Taking a deep breath, you shut your eyes and reopen them to look what you once thought was your scarecrow in the eyes.

“Sorry,” you say. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to be at my door, least of all the scarecrow I set up in my garden yesterday.”

The not-a-scarecrow raises his hand to his mouth, which turns round in outrage. “A scarecrow? Scarecrow? I will have you know that we- I am a top of the line farm helper animatronic!”

You blink up at him. “So, um.” You were not prepared for anything like this at all. “So you’re a, uh, robot?”

“A robot?” he screeches, making you wince. The rays around his head shift in agitation. “I am an animatronic. A farm helper animatronic, unit ID 1987!” His teeth show in a smile, though you feel that he is anything but happy.

Hearing those words, you think of the booklet that arrived with his crate. Your aunt must have chosen the sun themed animatronic for you, and he certainly is no mere scarecrow. He’s sentient. He has a personality. A very unique one, at that. He seems a little prickly, although to be fair, you did sort of insult him multiple times in the span of five minutes. Not your best first impression.

The thought of this animatronic being a new companion around the farm makes you a little excited. It has been a while since someone who could actually communicate with words—not with barks or clucks or bleats—has been on your farm for more than a few hours. Not to mention, this is the first time you’ve encountered such an advanced animatronic.

Slowly, your lips curl up in a smile, a warmth rising to your face the first time since you’ve exited your home. “Got it! Hey, I’m truly sorry about my initial reaction. I mentioned to my aunt in passing that I really needed a scarecrow for my garden, so when I got a package from her, that’s what I thought you were.” Wringing your hands together, your expression turns sheepish. “I probably should’ve read the manual from front to back. I definitely wasn’t expecting someone uh, y’know, alive and at my door today. Your presence was a surprise, but it’ll be nice to have some help around the farm. So anyway,” You share your name, holding your hand out for him to shake. “I’m the owner here. Welcome to Monarch Skies Farm.”

The animatronic’s sky blue eyes break contact with yours and he looks down at your outstretched hand. There was a stiff smile plastered on his face the entire time you were talking, but now his faceplates shift so minutely that you barely catch the slight widening of his eyes. After a long pause, he stretches out a yellow and vine-etched arm, long fingers sliding against your palm. You don’t expect them to be this warm. It takes another moment before those fingers tighten around yours, and suddenly your arm is being pumped up and down with enough force to shake your entire body. Pluto starts barking in protest.

“Lovely to meet you, it’s great to meet you! I’ve never met someone quite like you before. Monarch Skies Farm is a beautiful name and there must be lots to do, oh yes. What should be done first today?” He finally lets go of your hand and pulls back a bit, much to your relief; although his hand was warm and comfortable, he’s still pretty much a stranger to you, and all that metal leaning into your personal space is not the best feeling. It feels like he isn't as peeved as he was before, but the hint of snark in his comments shows that he hasn't forgotten your reaction to him. Holding his hands behind his back, he rocks from heel to toe as he awaits your answer, head tilted to the right.

You settle your hand on Pluto’s head to calm him down. “There’s a lot to do today. But first, do you- uh, do you want me to call you by your ID? It was 1987, right? Or is there another name you go by?”

The animatronic stops moving completely. You blink up at him, watching as he seems to stare beyond you while he thinks, motionless. A long moment later, his faceplate rotates upright so he’s looking directly at you. “Oh, no, not the dreadful ID. It lacks a bit of everything, don’t you think? The little ones called me Sun, and that’s a much brighter name!” He winks at you, one bright blue eye vanishing under a golden eyelid.

Your eyes widen. “You really go by Sun? That’s what I named you when I- well, when I thought you were a scarecrow. All the bright gold and yellow and the rays around your face,”—you gesture at him—“made me think of the sun.” Curious, and also a little desperate to move on to avoid his piercing and unreadable gaze, you ask, “Were the children who called you that from your previous farm? What was the farm like?”

Sun takes a moment to respond. There is a strange tone to his voice when he says, “Yes, the little ones from my previous farm gave me this name. They are such wonderful children!”

“O-okay.” He obviously avoids answering your question about his old farm, but you don’t want to press too hard, especially when you’re just getting to know him. Clapping your hands together, you move on. “I’m not sure how the previous farms you were at did things, but I think I should first show you your room. After that, I can give you a tour of the farm. How does that sound?”

You can’t quite determine what he is thinking from the expression on his face, but Sun gives you a shallow nod so you open the door to your home. “Come on in!” Turning away from him, you enter your home with Pluto walking beside you.

You miss the sight of Sun’s fingers twitching, a stiff smile on his face with blue unblinking eyes, his faceplate rotating a few degrees. He hesitates before finally following your retreating figure into your house.

Sun runs a finger along the top of the dresser in the guest bedroom, revealing a streak of dark brown wood under the layer of dust that had gathered on the surface over time. You were telling the truth; this guest bedroom really has not been used in a while.

Now this bedroom is his. His!

“This place could use a good cleaning,” he says to himself, rubbing his fingers together so the dust they had picked up floats back onto the dresser. His hands rest on his hips as he turns in a slow circle, taking in the room.

It’s a decent size for a regular human, he thinks. Cozy, with warm earthy colors and extra cushions on the armchair and bed. Small trinkets decorate the dresser and bedside desk in a way that personalizes the space yet is not too cluttered.

Useless. Moon pushes the thought to Sun.

“W-well,” Sun says, “we may not sleep like a regular human but it can be nice to lay down while charging! At any rate, this is much better than the horse stall.”

Still dirty.

Sun can’t really dispute Moon on that. The urge to find some cleaning supplies and wipe down every surface in this- their room is strong, but Sun remembers that you are waiting to show him around the farm and get started with your tasks for the day. Perhaps he’ll ask you after finishing the tasks, if it isn’t too much of a bother. You’ve proven yourself to be rather nice despite your initial reaction to him at your back door this morning. But-

Be careful.

“Yes, yes, I know. Can’t trust adult humans too easily; they’re not like the children!” Despite saying this, a small spark of hope travels through Sun’s wires against the disapproval he can feel from Moon. He exits his bedroom with a bounce returning to his step, heading to where you wait for him by the front door.

Perhaps, as Sun sees more of the farm and gets to know you, he and Moon will grow to like Monarch Skies Farm. He tries to squash the doubt that Moon sends his way.

note: and there we go! we've discovered that sun will now be a resident of the farm! as for moon? he remains to be seen. literally. >.< thank you so so much for reading! i'd love to hear your thoughts c:

series masterlist ✧ part one ✧ part three (wip)

#fnaf x reader #dca x reader #sun x reader #moon x reader #fnaf sun x reader #fnaf moon x reader #daycare attendant x reader #my writing #(love is) a seed that grows #misc: pix writes #type: game #game: five nights at freddy's #ch: moon #ch: sun

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valorant-drabbles · 6 months

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Hallo! I'm the one who requested the iso x reader from last time （＾ｖ＾）

I was wondering if you could make a part two showing how they slowly progressed with each other if it's alright since I really loved the first part and I'm brain rotting hard about Iso

PS - I'll go by ♠️spade anon from now on

Not me accidentally creating a multi-part slow burn Iso fic!! Oh boy

Could be seen as platonic or romantic… but if people want a part 3, it’ll definitely be more romantic.

Gender neutral reader!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mild Cursing, Spoiler for Part 1 of this fic

Cold Shoulder

Reader x Iso

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

It had been about three weeks since the incident; since you and Iso had your little quarrel, and inevitably having started to understand one another. It was definitely a challenge for you, since you’d struggled for years when it came to getting along with people outside of work hours. Thankfully, Iso was proving to be extremely patient and courteous towards you and your growth. That wasn’t to say he didn’t get irritated every so often if he noticed you slipping back into your old, cold habits…

But you were making a genuine effort. What more could he ask for?

Despite it only having been a few weeks, you and Iso had started getting along quite quickly. He’d made it clear that you were always welcome to join him if you were feeling lonely- and considering your friend quantity in the Protocol was quite low, you were finding yourself ‘lonely’ often. It was strange- last month, you were completely fine being on your own. And now, if you went a few days without a casual conversation with somebody… you felt an odd emptiness inside your chest. A yearning for connection that you’d thought you’d severed long ago.

There were many days where Iso would return to his room after training to find you sat on his bed, listening to the playlist he’d shared with you. Usually you were reading, or watching movies on your laptop… passing the time until he’d return and possibly join you. Iso knew you had a bit of trouble asking to spend time together, so when you were in his room- it was kind of obvious why you were there. Once he’d shower and change clothes, he’d settle into bed and join you in whatever you were doing.

Overtime, this became routine. On days neither of you had a mission, you’d spend time together in the comfort of Iso’s room… quietly bonding, occasionally starting conversations- though usually it was Iso initiating. After all, even after all this time, he still found you to be absolutely fascinating, and desired to learn more about you.

“What do you think we learn from fighting ourselves?” Iso’s voice cut through the current silence filling the bedroom, causing you to look up from your book, eyebrow raised curiously at the sudden query.

“… what?”

“Ah- sorry. That came from nowhere.” Iso apologized quietly, his gaze sheepishly moving away from where you were watching him. “I was just… thinking about our mirror selves. From Omega Earth. How they look and act almost exactly like us- and our teammates as well.”

“Mhm. What about them, though?” You questioned further, noticing Iso shift in his seat.

“I’ve… had this question on my mind ever since I saw myself on the other team. ‘What do we learn from fighting ourselves?’… I’ve asked a few of the others, but… honestly, none of them had an answer I was looking for.” Iso grimaced softly at the memory of him asking Phoenix this question, only for the Brit to cockily answer ‘How much better I am compared to that fake me!’.

You took a moment to ponder his question. This was something you genuinely appreciated about spending time with Iso- he posed questions that made you think. Nothing too philosophical, usually… but it kept conversations interesting, and additionally helped the two of you learn more about how the other thinks.

“I guess… we learn our weaknesses.” You answer after about a minute of silence. “Though it’s not ideal… there’s certain circumstances where our double will be better than us at something. It’ll reveal a weak point in our abilities… and give us something to work towards improving. Alternatively, we learn the weakness of our double, and how to potentially exploit it if need be.” Your shoulders shrugged slightly, as you bit gently at the end of the pen in your hand. “It can also help us to… uh…”

Your hesitance to speak further piques Iso’s curiosity, and his gaze moves to you. He can’t help but notice your cheeks glowing a faint shade of red. You seldom showed emotion like this… allowing yourself to be embarrassed or even revealing a moment of weakness. Despite his desire to urge you into finishing your thought, he knew pushing you to answer would just make you uncomfortable. And, there was the possibility it could cause you to throw out your walls again, giving him the cold shoulder again- he couldn’t risk that. So, he waited.

As much as you wanted to change the topic or just… leave the thought unfinished, Iso’s eyes on you made it clear that he really wanted to know what you were thinking.

“Y/N?” Iso called out quietly. A sigh escaped you reluctantly, as you turned your body to face away from him slightly- only so that he would have trouble seeing how flushed your face had become.

“It… it also helps us to… see what we couldn’t see before. In our own teammates.” You finally continue, deciding to occupy your twitching hands with twirling your pen between your fingers. “How much our team would do to… to protect us. In the face of danger. The threat of death is always so real when you know the enemy won’t hesitate to kill you… sometimes you forget how dangerous it can be. How quickly you can lose somebody. And… how… if a teammate dies, you might go about the rest of your life… regretting that you never got to know them better. Or you might die with the same regret…” You swallow.

You thought back on the day you nearly died at Pearl almost every day. It all felt so surreal… the rush of emotion you felt when you saw Iso in danger? The searing pain from the bullets that had pierced your body?… the last thing you see being Iso using your Operator to take down the approaching threats…

His words echoing constantly in your mind.

“Don’t you dare die on me, Y/N.”

You’d always been so cold towards him… never giving him any reason to like your company. And yet… Iso risked his own life to save yours. With no hesitation.

“Y/N.” It was only after feeling Iso’s hand on your own that you realized he’d been calling your name. His voice was gentle, worry lacing the elegance he spoke your name with. His gaze on you was equally as concerned. It was only in that moment, seeing your own reflection in his eyes, where you notice you’d started crying.

“Shit.” You pull your hand away from Iso’s, and quickly moved to wipe your face of any tears that may had fallen. This was… new. You never let such fragile emotions show in front of the other agents… you only ever let out your piled up emotions behind closed doors, where nobody could see. Where nobody could know. “Sorry, I don’t… know why I’m crying. Can you just forget I said any of that?” You requested, though your voice wavered as you spoke, making you cringe internally. Were you truly so emotional when you thought back on that day…?

Without another word, you found yourself being pulled into Iso’s lap, his arms wrapped around you comfortingly, yet not intrusively. Physical contact wasn’t something you were used to either, but… in that moment? It felt… incredible. You needed this… so badly. For how long you’d needed it for, you didn’t know. You just knew you never wanted this moment to end- as soft as that sounded.

“I’m… not going to let either of us die with that regret.” Iso promised ever so softly, with his head resting comfortably against your shoulder. “And believe me, I don’t intend on dying anytime soon. So you don’t have to worry to much about missed opportunities to… get to know each other. And stuff.”

You kept your face hidden away from Iso; thankful he wasn’t making an effort to look regardless. You felt incredibly vulnerable in that moment… so you truly appreciated that Iso was making the effort to give you some level of privacy. At least as you attempted to pull yourself together again.

“I… I’m glad that… you didn’t give up on me.” You mumble gently against his chest. “… even though I was kind of an asshole to you.”

“Oh, no. You were a total asshole.” Iso chimed. You could just hear the grin on his face through his voice. It made you want to strangle him… not to death, per se.

“… besides. There’s no way I’d give up on someone as… incredible as you.”

Iso’s hand managed to find yours once again, and slowly, gently, you found your fingers intertwining with his without even thinking about it. The previously jarring silence in the room had been replaced with an air of comfortable quiet, as the two of you sat in each other’s company.

You never thought you’d have this thought towards another agent… but…

You really did enjoy Iso’s company. To what extent?… You were unsure.

Yet you enjoyed it regardless.

#valorant agents #valorant #valorant fanfiction #valorant x reader #Valorant Iso

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suguwu · 7 months

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gothic romance au, hints of vampire!zhongli, gender neutral reader.

wc: 1.4k

minors and ageless blogs dni. divider by @/cafekitsune.

there is a house upon the hill.

the garden it sits in is lush, though the roses are ruined now, their petals dashed against the dirt. they eddy in the rainwater, pearly pink and swirling around like little sailboats caught in the wind. the house cranes towards the weeping sky, the parapets gone dark with the rain, all slick, old stone. it should be a hulking beast, massive as it is, but there's an elegance to it, the curve of a dancer's back.

and there is a light in the window.

you step carefully over the puddles, dancing between the little ponds of them. the scent of wet loam washes over you as you make your way through the garden, thick and earthy. your pace slows as the house draws near; something flickers through you, a guttering candle. still, you move onwards, ducking into the entryway that frames an imposing door. you search but there is no doorbell.

you rap your knuckles against the old wood instead, the sound deep and hollow. you've just barely withdrawn your hand when the door swings open, a golden hue spilling forth, a baptism of light.

it matches the eyes of the man in the doorway.

they're the color of amber shot through by sunlight, striking in a way that makes you ache. they're beautiful. he's beautiful, you realize, as he blinks slowly at your bedraggled form.

"hi," you say, heat rising to your cheeks. "my car broke down, a bit down the road. i was hoping i could use your phone?"

"you must have come far," he says, looking out into the rain, where the trees have become mere shadows in the gloom. "and in this rain, too."

you shift. "uh, yeah, i guess," you say.

he hums and you think of the crash of waves upon the shore, the whisper of the pebbles it carries back into the mouth of the sea. "i see."

"could—could i use your phone?"

he focuses on you, his golden eyes knife-edged, the type of gaze that flays you down to your marrow, and a shiver curls up your spine.

"my apologies. please come inside."

"oh, i could just use your cell phone—"

"i'm afraid i only keep a landline," he says.

you falter for a moment. he meets your gaze again and a small smile flickers on his lips, a sickle moon curve. his eyes gleam.

you step over the threshold.

he closes the door behind you; it clicks into place quietly, but it echoes through you like the toll of a dour bell.

"this way," he says.

you follow him deeper into the house.

"my name is zhongli," he tells you. you give him your own name in return, and he says it, rolls each syllable of it over his tongue as if he's tasting it. a hint of a smile settles in the corner of his lips, tucked away like a secret. "it's a lovely name."

"um, thanks."

he sweeps down the hallway; you quicken your pace to match his long legs. you glance around as you go, taking in the thick wallpaper, lushly patterned with swooping swallows, and the portraits in their elegant frames, their eyes glistening in the low light. you shiver and push a little closer to zhongli.

he comes to a halt before a door and gestures you in. "i'll fetch you a towel," he says. "you must be cold."

a shiver runs through you as he says it, the chill of the house finally sinking through your skin. "thanks," you say. "i appreciate it."

he nods. "of course."

you watch as he strides down the hallway, elegant and purposeful, like each movement is thought out. the tail of his jacket disappears and you turn back to the door he'd left you in front of.

the handle is ornate and crystalline; it reminds you of a spider's web in moonlight. you twist it and come away with a pattern pressed into your skin; you trace your thumb over it as you step inside.

the room is cavernous, a maw of a thing. something unfurls inside you. the phone—a rotary phone, of all things—is tucked away on a writing desk, next to a rolodex. you flip through it, the sound of the paper loud in the quiet room, and find a tow truck company.

you trace your fingers along the desk as the phone rings. you wince as you knock a few papers loose, but can't help but peek at the elegant handwriting staining the page. you read a few lines of it—a beautiful poem, with a few words slashed out of existence with an angry pen—before the line clicks on.

the tow truck dispatcher is kind, but it will be hours before anyone can make it to you.

you tell zhongli as much when he returns.

"ah," he says, handing you a towel, a huge, fluffy cloud of material. "i was afraid that might be the case. you must stay until they arrive."

"i don't want to put you ou—"

"it is no trouble," he says, his eyes gleaming. "stay."

he guides you to the chaise, a large hand cupped over the small of your back. you can't feel the heat of him through your damp clothing, but you can feel the weight of his touch, an anchor dragging through the depths.

"i'm afraid i'm unused to having guests," he says, settling down on the chair across from you. "but i may be able to provide some sustenance if i look hard enough."

"it's fine," you say. "thank you, though."

"of course."

you play with the edge of a nearby pillow; it's silken and slips through your fingers like water.

"the poem," you say. "did you write it?"

he raises a brow.

your cheeks heat. "sorry," you say. "i saw it when i was on the phone."

he smiles softly. "you need not apologize," he says. "but yes, i wrote it. would you like to hear more about it?"

you blink. his amber eyes shine in the light, a firefly flicker. "sure," you say. "if you don't mind."

"i do not."

he spins out his poem, each word perfectly placed, and starts to explain his thoughts behind it. his voice is calm and sonorous; it echoes through you, settles into your bones. you blink, eyelids drooping, and see the smallest flash of teeth across the way.

you don't remember falling asleep.

zhongli wakes you when the tow truck arrives. his touch is gentle, but it flashes through you like cold fire, sending you jolting up. he steadies you with one large hand.

"i apologize," he says. "i didn't mean to frighten you."

"oh my god," you say. "i fell asleep?"

"you did."

"i am so sorry," you say, cheeks hot. "that was so rude of me—"

"it's of little consequence," he says. "you were exhausted from the rain and the walk. i do not mind."

"i'm still sorry."

he smiles. "come," he says. "the truck is out front."

the two of you pause in the hallway, at the threshold of the door. zhongli watches you, his honey-gold eyes glowing like the sunset.

"thank you," you say. "i don't know what i would have done without you."

"you're welcome," he says. "go on, now. the truck won't wait forever, i'm afraid."

"thank you again," you say, pulling on your shoes.

he says something, low and rumbling, but you can't quite grasp it.

"what?"

"good luck," he says. you blink. "with your car."

"thanks," you say, and then you're out into the rain, darting into the tow truck's cab.

as the truck pulls out, you glance back at the doorway.

there's a flash of gold.

you turn around and direct the driver to your car.

the next night, you dream.

you dream of the burning silver of a shooting star; of the slate-gray teeth of the hungry sea. of a house that pierces the sky like a blade. of amber shot through with sunlight.

you're damp when you wake, the dream having seared through you, and you are up far before the sun.

you start the car with no destination in mind. the road is empty; the signs flash by like streaks of lightning, until they give way to the woods.

the air is cool and scented with petrichor; it nips at you, a warning bite. you ignore it and gaze ahead of you.

there is a house upon the hill.

you start up the path.

#genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #bee writes genshin #.zhongli

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petrichorium · 1 year

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Symbiosis

in which you break down, and draken is there to pick up the pieces

draken x gn!reader

word count: 2.9k reader: gn (no pronouns, neutral terms, neutral clothing) tags: hurt/comfort ig??? just pre-relationship, cuddling, flirting, idk man reader's going through it and draken's v much in love w them

“stay,” you mumble.

draken stiffens. he pulls up a little, just enough that he doesn’t have to brace himself anymore, but it has you whining anyway until he sinks to his knees and lets you fall in close again.

“i can sleep on the couch—“

“no.” you shake your head and ball your fist around the fabric. “here. sleep with me.”

“i’m not getting in your bed wearing my work clothes, baby, i’ll get grease all over your sheets.”

“i can change my sheets. small price to pay for you to hold me tonight.”

he’s quiet for a moment. you think the words might have stunned him, just a bit; but they work either way, because after a beat he rises without protesting any further and silently pulls your covers aside to join you.

“all right,” he says, unbearably low and soft as his work boots fall to the floor with two heavy thuds, “can’t say no to you.”

Draken shows up on day three of your self-induced isolation.

You’re sitting out on your balcony, enjoying the cool of the evening and watching the sun dip beneath the horizon. It helps you orient yourself, you've come to find, being outside as the light slowly fades. When you crash like this you need all the help you can get.

Frankly you should be thankful it’s only him and not an entire brigade of motorcycles and ex-gangsters. You’re not well-versed enough to know it’s him from the sound of the engine—not like he is, when you sit next to him in the shop and he can tell you who will come walking through the door by the roaring noise of their approach—but you’re fairly certain it’s him. Even when he stops, and stands, and you can’t see much more than the bulky silhouette of his form with those broad shoulders and thick forearms covered by the work overalls he still wears, you know.

He doesn’t see you at first. The first few steps he takes are towards the stairwell that leads up to where your front door is, but then he pauses and lifts a hand to squint up at you before approaching your balcony.

You can only just see him through the bars of the railing by the time he stops, but he’s close enough now that you note the ponytail his hair is in—you hadn’t been there to braid it over shitty burnt coffee from the pot in the back room this morning.

“Didn’t come to work today,” Draken calls up to you. You hunker down further in your seat, and though you thought he couldn’t see you well enough he moves forward a bit at the action. “Everyone’s worried, you weren’t answering your phone.”

“I called out.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been three days. You hurt?”

“No.”

“Sick? You sound—“

“No,” you say again, more sternly the second time, because you know he’s asking about your voice and you don’t exactly want to shout down to your colleague that you sound congested because you’ve been crying all day.

“Good.” There’s relief in his voice as he glances over towards the stairwell up to your front door, then back to you, “can I come up?”

“Door’s locked.”

“I’ll pick it.”

You shake your head. “Latched.”

His sigh is long-suffering. “Always makin’ me work for it, huh?”

When he disappears from view you figure he’ll kick down your door. You resign yourself to it; anticipate the muffled sound of his foot against solid wood until it gives in, the complaints from your neighbors in the morning. Maybe someone will call the police thinking you’re being robbed and you’ll have to deal with that at whatever hour it currently is.

Instead you hear a grunt, and the shabby metal railing of your balcony rattles violently as a big hand catches hold of it.

And what you let out is more a screech than a yelp, taken entirely by surprise. You’re a bit calmed when Draken’s head follows—he hefts himself up with a surprising amount of ease, bicep bulging visibly even beneath the long sleeve of his jumpsuit—but your heart still pounds rapidly within your chest, and you’re still frozen half lunged away from him.

His other hand finds the top of the railing and it’s all over from there; soon he has all six-feet-and-change of his body up and one leg over. For a beat he sits like that, straddling the banister, and then he swings his other leg over all the way and settles heavy on the concrete floor.

The balcony is tiny, made even more so by the sheer size of your new companion. He approaches, careful not to disturb the multitude of plants, and drops to sit facing you.

For a heartbeat, two, several, he is still. You’re both silent. You tuck your head further into your knees, looking out at the drab buildings and glowing yellow street lights past the railing. Before your very eyes you watch rain begin to fall—a light smattering of drops at first, thick and fat against the dark asphalt below, and then more, heavier and heavier, until the world beyond is covered by the curtain of a deluge and nothing more than blurry acrylic on canvas.

“Got up just in time,” Draken says suddenly. You nearly jump. His voice is surprisingly clear despite the roaring sound of rain hitting every surface beyond the balcony.

You let yourself turn to him. He straightens as soon as you do, shuffling in a bit closer until he could practically lay his head in your lap. But he doesn’t; he shifts, turning to face out and extend his legs as far as they can go, toes of his large boots pressing between the bars of the railing he’d just climbed. His legs are so long they’re still largely bent, but he rests his arms there as he leans back against the building behind you, and you suppose it seems comfortable enough.

“How’d you even get up?” you ask him finally, earning yourself a biting grin.

“Used the balcony under yours. S’easy to climb these things if you know what you’re doing.”

Your nose scrunches, and that grin softens into something fond. Draken shifts to reach out and press a thumb between your eyes, smoothing out the wrinkles there.

“I don’t like when you do stupid shit,” is what you settle on saying.

“That’s a lie, you love when I do stupid shit.”

“Not when it’ll get me a complaint in the morning about the massive boot print on my neighbor’s railing.”

“To go with the noise complaints about the motorcycle after dark.”

The hackles you’ve had up slowly fall; his presence is calming, big but warm. Protective. You feel like he could shoulder every burden for you.

It would be cruel of you to make him.

But he catches onto your silence. “Hey, don’t go quiet on me now. Unless you’re figuring out how to tell me what’s up with you.”

Your shoulders slump. You pull your legs up again, leaning back, and Draken’s hand finds itself on your thigh, all big and heavy and comforting.

“Look, it’s just… been a bad few days. Happens sometimes. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Hm.” He hums to himself, and squeezes your thigh, almost in thought. “Can’t say I agree with that. In fact I think my whole goal here is to make you somethin’ I gotta worry about. So… give me more to work with.”

“It’s just me, okay? I just… crash, sometimes. Need to take a few days and work it through.”

“Alone?”

Your lip quivers. “Always have.”

“Not what I asked.”

“Well… fine. Talking won’t do much. I’ve just told you all I know—I get in a funk, like, twice a year and can’t leave my place for days at a time. Can’t say there’s been anyone around who wanted to help me out during it. So I guess if you wanna spend your Friday night trying, be my guest.”

He ponders on that a moment, turning away from you to look out at the still raging storm. Then he turns back and says, “C’mere.”

It sounds almost like an order as he pats his thigh, and to your genuine surprise you obey it. There’s barely enough room on the balcony as-is and you think it’ll only make things worse to attempt to fit two grown adults in the space next to the chair—especially when one of them is Ryuguji Ken—but there’s a magnetic pull to the idea of letting him comfort you that you don’t even want to fight. Halfway down though, as he reaches up to guide you, you have a sudden realization of what position you’re in—and what the implications might be, despite the overall context.

“Don’t kiss me,” you say.

“What?” There’s easy amusement in his voice—endearment, adoration—as he leans back comfortably against the wall and pulls you all the way into his lap without missing a beat. It’s strangely right. You’d have thought that feeling small in his hold would be distressing to you, but somehow it’s not some disjointed desire to leap away that beckons the tears welling in your eyes—rather it’s something like his hands, large and warm and secure on your waist, punching down whatever dam had been stopping the waterworks.

One of those hands reaches up to wipe away your tears. It’s sturdy, calloused—so very much the hand of a man who uses them for hard labor. Draken seems to have the same thought at the same time, though he comes to a vastly different conclusion.

“Sorry.” His thumb pauses against the soft skin beneath your eye, eases off you slowly. “’s probably—too rough.”

Your hand is flying up to make him keep it there before he can fully take it away, fingers a vice around his wrist. There’s a denial on your lips, an insistence that his hands are perfect, but you make the mistake of looking up to meet his gaze before you speak and whatever words you might have said get caught in the back of your throat.

He lets you hold his hand to your cheek and you kind of want to melt with him staring down at you like that. Sable eyes—deep and abyssal, like the starless night sky above you—regard you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held. You watch as they trace over your face, as his Adam’s Apple bobs in his throat and his thumb brushes away your tears again, and your heart jumps.

“I’m serious,” you choke out, burying your face into his shirt just to hide from the way he’s looking at you.

“Aww, c’mon, don’t get all shy on me—“

“If you decide to kiss me for the first time like this I’ll hit you.” Your voice is muffled against him, thick with sobs, and you can feel in your chest the way his broad form shakes with low, smooth laughter. “I’m literally bawling, pick a more romantic moment.”

It takes a minute for Draken to stop laughing long enough to answer. “Noted. I won’t kiss you.” A pause. His arms tighten around you. When he speaks it’s softer, slightly hesitant. “Can I kiss your head, though?”

You snort. It’s watery. “Sure.”

The word is no sooner out of your mouth than he’s pressing his lips to your hairline, just above your temple, right where the head of his dragon is, on his own scalp. And he doesn’t pull away when he’s done; he noses into you, like some affectionate dog, pulling your own bark of laughter out of you simply from shock by the way the motion makes your stomach flutter.

“There. Feelin’ better already, yeah?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

At your waist, his thumb brushes soothingly against bare skin, tucked up beneath your shirt. His hand squeezes there, almost groping at your stomach; if he were anyone else you might be annoyed by it.

“You ready to head in?” he asks. “It’s getting cold.”

You wouldn’t quite say cold, but certainly brisk. And now that you’ve cried your eyes are feeling heavy, the exhaustion of your emotions settling in, so you nod against him and allow him to help you to your feet.

Once you’re standing, he joins you—and suddenly it’s even more tight, and you have to lean back against the railing to let him sidle along the building to get to the door and open it for you. His hands find your hips as he does; you laugh breathlessly at the cliched motion, and he squeezes at you again in a silent tease.

Draken reaches out to guide you through the door with a broad hand on the small of your back, thick fingers spread wide. The heat of it flutters across your skin as it urges you forward, stark against the chilly air, gentle but insistent.

You’d probably let him carry you back to your bedroom if the opportunity arose—honestly, he’d probably do it if you asked, but it’d been too cramped outside for him to even attempt that and you’re feeling far too contrary now to ask. Soon enough you’re at the door anyway, and he’s trudging over to turn on your bedside lamp for some light before returning to you.

“Wash your face,” he orders with a little nudge towards the bathroom. “It’ll help you feel better.”

And though a part of you resists giving in to his advice, you know he’s right. You even successfully push down the urge to tell him you’d have done it anyway; instead you obediently wander in the direction he pushed you towards and begin running the water to let it get warm.

“What do you sleep in?” he calls out as you go to bend down.

“Top left of the dresser,” you call back, directing him towards a drawer of soft t-shirts. “And a pair of sweats under it.”

By the time you’ve finished cleaning your face and patting it dry with a clean towel, he’s returned to lean against the door frame.

“Put a set of clothes out for you,” he tells you as you approach him, and sure enough when you look over his shoulder you can see a shirt and sweatpants laid out on your bed. He dips now that you’re closer, turning his face into your hair for a fleeting moment, and mutters, “I’ll go get you some water while you change.”

With that he’s gone, carefully closing your bedroom door behind him.

You want him to stay the night, you realize at that moment. You want him to stay the night and you’re almost certain he’d never go for it—Draken and his stupid, thickheaded chivalry. He’d have kissed you if you hadn’t stopped him, just because you looked cute cuddled up in his lap with your eyes all big and watery, but you’ll have to drag him into bed yourself if you want him to stay.

No matter. As you pull on the shirt he’d picked out (it’s big enough that it might be one of his, you think absent-mindedly; yet another thing he’d shamelessly do if he thought you wouldn’t notice) you make up your mind, and a plan of attack comes to you easily.

You’re getting into bed when the knock comes at your door. Draken doesn’t quite wait for you to answer, opening it just barely and peeking in to check himself if you’re decent. When he sees that you are he opens it entirely and comes in with his promised water cup in hand.

He sets the glass on your bedside table and turns off your light but you don’t acknowledge him verbally. Instead you reach up to hook a finger into his collar and tug his towering form down to loom over you. It’s a little clumsy, and he lets out a surprised grunt, but he catches himself with a hand against your headboard before he can come crashing down on top of you.

Like this, it’s easy to press your nose into his neck, just beneath his jaw, letting your eyes flutter closed as you take a deep, slow inhale to ground yourself.

“Stay,” you mumble.

Draken stiffens. He pulls up a little, just enough that he doesn’t have to brace himself anymore, but it has you whining anyway until he sinks to his knees and lets you fall in close again.

“I can sleep on the couch—“

“No.” You shake your head and ball your fist around the fabric. “Here. Sleep with me.”

“I’m not getting in your bed wearing my work clothes, baby, I’ll get grease all over your sheets.”

“I can change my sheets. Small price to pay for you to hold me tonight.”

He’s quiet for a moment. You think the words might have stunned him, just a bit; but they work either way, because after a beat he rises without protesting any further and silently pulls your covers aside to join you.

“All right,” he says, unbearably low and soft as his work boots fall to the floor with two heavy thuds, “can’t say no to you.”

One of his hands eases beneath you as he eases himself over you and pulls the covers back on top of you both, sliding up under your shirt to press a warm, calloused palm against your back. You reach your arms over his shoulders in return and use the motion to tug the hairtie from his hair—one of your own, you realize as you slide it onto your wrist, and it has your chest fluttering as those black strands fall to curtain your face along with his.

You let your fingers scratch at his scalp and he lets out a low groan. First his head drops to tuck into the crook of your neck, then his whole body, pressing not even close to the full weight of him against you. His other hand runs down the side of your body to your waist, and then he’s shifting you, pushing you over a few inches so that there’s enough room between you and the edge of your bed for him to lean against it.

At last Draken relaxes, more on top of you than not but carefully keeping enough of his weight off you that you’re not being crushed. You’re not sure you’d mind, though; as you begin to nod off, all that remains in your mind is how nice the pressure is. It’s grounding, and warm, and it’s not as if you’d complain about feeling him pressed up against you.

You turn your head to tuck his beneath your chin, and he sighs heavily against your skin, pulling you in even closer. Like that, you both drift off.

In the morning you think you’ll finally let him kiss you.

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midgardian-witch · 9 months

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I dunno if you’re taking requests, so sorry if this kinda just shows up and you’re not taking requests 💀

But I was wondering you could do the moon boys with like bassist reader. Cause as a bassist I sometimes just like get into the groove too much and I’m just playing like mindlessly playing Pyretta Blaze or like Bombtrack. Or like reader is playing like Tommy The Cat and the moon boys are in like awe.

Sorry if this was too vague!

At the moment I am always taking requests but it may just take a while until I can get one done 😅 So no worries, anon!

I have no background in or talent regarding music so bare with me here 😅

Flattery

tags: fluff | established relationship | can be read as platonic relationship too | gender-neutral reader (they/them pronouns are used for reader)

relationships: Moon Knight System/Reader

AO3

Bleary-eyed and with sleep still clinging to every muscle Marc wakes up to music filtering through the bedroom door. He lays there for a bit, brows furrowed in concentration, just listening to the low notes. He could swear he recognizes the song from somewhere.

Oh, that sounds lovely!

Steven's voice pulls Marc out of his musings. "Mhmm…," he mumbles wordlessly. Slowly, he stretches his heavy limbs before climbing out of bed.

I don't think it's the radio. I wonder where it's coming from.

Marc combs his fingers through his hair and sighs. Steven's wanna-be-detective tendencies are not something he appreciates right after waking up.

It sounds good, hermano. Doesn't matter where it's coming from.

Great, now Jake is awake too. Rolling his eyes, Marc refrains from commenting and shuffles over to the door, opening it carefully as to not make too much noise.

As the door opens the music becomes clearer, a deep, rich sound that Marc can't quite place. His body moves on its own accord, or maybe it's Steven or Jake moving it, following the music like a siren's song.

In the living room, between mountains of books, he finds you. Your fingers move expertly over the strings of the guitar you're holding. Despite his foggy mind Marc remembers you owning a bass guitar though neither he nor his alters had ever seen or heard you play it. Until now.

He can feel the sound inside his chest, the deep bass vibrating through his ribcage. It's energetic in the way coffee keeps you up and awake.

You're so focused, so pulled into your own music that you don't notice him. Marc, and with him Steven and Jake, have turned into your captive audience, silently listening to you play.

He stands there wearing only his boxers and a t-shirt, staring at you with an awestruck expression like you'd hung the moon. The way your fingers move over the strings of the bass, your brows furrowed in concentration and your head bobbing to the rhythm - you're a vision. He could stay like this for hours, days, months and never tire.

They're so talented.

Steven sighs dreamily while Marc and Jake hum in agreement. There is no need for discussion while they simply listen to you play.

On the last few notes you look up and are startled by his presence.

"How long have you been standing there?"

Marc shrugs and takes the last few steps towards you. "A while. You didn't tell me you were a musical genius," he says, pointing at the instrument on your lap with a grin. You look at him, like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, heat rising to your cheeks. There is pride swelling in your chest at his praise, even if he is exaggerating.

"Not a genius. Just a lot of practice."

And talent. They're being too humble.

"You're talented," Marc repeats what Jake and Steven had said before, as he kneels down in front of you, "I'd love to listen to you play more often, if that's ok? The others too."

You shake your head in disbelief. "Oh, so Steven and Jake were listening in too? Didn't think I'd have such a big audience or any for that matter," you respond with a laugh. Marc's grin spreads even wider, your laugh always making him feel lighter.

"Seriously though. You're an amazing bassist. Could you play a little more? Only if you feel like it of course."

His eyes are full of adoration, his smile dazzling as he gazes up at you, still kneeling. How could you refuse?

"Maybe a little. Don't let it be said that flattery gets you nowhere," you answer cheekily before playing another song.

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vbecker10 · 1 year

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Loki's Cooking Lesson

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Warnings: I got nothing... just some fluff

Summary: Loki asked if you could teach him how to cook something for date night and you can't help using this as an opportunity to prank the trickster.

Word Count: 1k words

A/N: I was reading through some of my longer fic, Shadows of the Past, and I thought this chapter would be a fun little oneshot. I reworked it so you don't need to know anything else about the story to read it. If you do like it though... it is chapter 19 and the link to the rest of the fic is here (work in progress) Shadows of the Past

You stand in front of the door to Loki's apartment and check your phone one last time to make sure everything is set. You smile to yourself and slip it back into your pocket before knocking. The door swings open almost immediately and you are greeted by Loki.

"Hello darling," he smiles as he gestures for you to enter.

After closing the door behind you, he wraps his arms around you tightly. You hug him back, resting your head against his chest. One of his hands remains on your lower back but he moves his other hand to the back of your head and lightly runs his fingers through your hair. You look up at him and he leans down, kissing you softly.

"Hi mischief," you giggle quietly when he loosens his hold of you. You take his hand and start towards the kitchen. “Now, I think it’s time for you to make me some dinner," you remind him.

“That was the plan... although I warn you, I have almost no idea what I’m doing,” he responds.

You try not to laugh at how nervous he sounds and reassure him, “Don't worry, if it turns out to be inedible we can just order a pizza."

He rubs the back of his neck and you kiss his cheek, causing him to smile again. "We've got this Loki, you ready?" you ask and he nods.

“Ok so, first rule of cooking...” you say to him as you open up your music app. “We need some good music,” you smile.

"Really?" he asks, raising one of his eyebrows at you.

"Absolutely," you answer matter-of-factly. You scroll down and select the playlist you made specifically for tonight.

He looks at you curiously as he waits for the first song to start.

“First one is a classic, you're going to love it,” you tell him. After a few seconds of silence, AC/DC’s Thunderstruck begins to play loudly and the smile vanishes from his face.

Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder,

I was caught

In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder) ....

You pause the song and he sighs loudly as he rolls his eyes. “Not a fan?” you ask him, trying to stifle a laugh. He shakes his head slowly, crossing his arms against his chest.

“Ok... not your style, I can work around that. This next one is a bit newer,” you explain as you click on the next song on the playlist.

Just a young gun with a quick fuse

I was uptight, wanna let loose

I was dreaming of bigger things

And wanna leave my old life behind

Not a yes-sir, not a follower

Fit the box, fit the mold

Have a seat in the foyer, take a number

I was lightning before the thunder

You watch him closely as he leans on the counter next to you. He doesn’t seem to be enjoying the song but his expression is neutral until the chorus to Imagine Dragon’s Thunder starts.

Thunder, thunder

Thunder, thun-, thunder

Thun-thun-thunder, thunder, thunder ....

“Oh for Norns sake!” he says loudly, throwing his hands up.

You can barely contain your laughter as he walks a few steps away from you then turns back. You feign innocence as you pause the song, “You don’t like this one either?”

“No... I do not like that one either,” he says as he steps closer to you. He puts one arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him. He leans down, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “You have one more chance, Y/N," he says slowly in a calm voice.

Without saying a word you nod and reach for your phone. “I think you are really going to like this one. It's supposed to be very relaxing," you tell him as you lean into his embrace.

You click on the next song and bite your lip lightly as Loki continues to hold you close to him. The song starts gently with an orchestra playing softly. Loki's face softens a bit and he seems to be enjoying the music until the sound of light rain can be made out in the background.

Loki pulls back slightly from you and looks at you questioningly. “Tell me that is not what I think it is,” he says and you can hardly keep a straight face as you shrug.

The sounds of the rain become louder and the crack of thunder breaks through the melody of the orchestra. Loki lets go of you and puts his hand over his eyes as he groans loudly.

“I honestly have no idea what I’m going to do with you, Y/N,” he says shaking his head as you pause the nature sounds.

You finally let out the laugh you've been holding and answer, “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“Hmmm,” he hums as he backs you against the counter. Loki slips one arm around your waist and places his other hand under your chin, tilting your head so you are looking up at him. “I do have an idea or two,” he says in a serious tone.

He moves quickly, kissing you hard while he presses his body against yours. You wrap your arms around him and kiss him back. His lips travel to your cheek, your jaw then down your neck. You can’t help but moan softly when he kisses your collarbone and he pauses when he hears it.

“That is a much better sound than thunder,” he says with a smirk and you nod in agreement.

He lets go of you and you pout a little, “Now, I believe you promised to teach me how to cook... if you are ready to behave?” he asks.

"I'll be good,” you respond.

“Good girl,” he says quietly in your ear causing you to blush. "Shall we get started?" he asks and you nod before heading over to the fridge to take out the necessary ingredients.

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looseratinthegarage · 2 years

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I'm such a fucking simp for my boy Thomas hewwit......idk if ur okay with this topic, but would you be willing to write about Tommy with a pregnant wife/S/O? I love domestic dad tommy 😫😫 you can write abt anyone else who you think of too : )

Don't feel pressured to write this : ) I'm happy with anything <3

Tommy is the key to true happiness <3

Also I love whatever the fuck that image is-

I try to include everyone so this s/o will be afab but pronouns remain neutral 😋

I may or may not have gone super overboard with this one and have like three other parts to it- would you like to see those as well? They all take place one after the other but time has passed in between them if that makes sense.

Also, I grew up around pregnancy, whether it be a family member or an animal. So I know quite a bit about it; the process and behaviors that come with it. but even so, I haven’t been pregnant myself so I can’t be sure this is 100% accurate.

(NOT PROOF READ!!!!! I WILL EDIT IT TOMORROW OF ALL ERRORS!!!!!)

Domestic Bliss pt 1

Pt 2

You were definitely showing in the pregnancy now. You had to start wearing Tommy’s shirts for comfort because of your growing belly. But nonetheless you still try to act like you aren’t eight months pregnant. You carry the heavy laundry basket out the back door and move the load to your hip to lean on the banister for support. You hobble over to the washboard and start your work. You place the full basket down with a groan and sit down on a nearby stump.

It was pretty hot outside, but not too bad. You wipe your brow and keep washing the dirty clothes. You hang it up on the rack and sit back down. You pull out one of Thomas' shirts, you hold it to your face and breathe in his scent. You sigh happily, placing it in the wash bucket and scrubbing the grime away. You hear the back door to the house creak open and close again, but keep washing, not acknowledging it.

You hear a deep grunt from behind and you smile knowing you’ve been caught. Your overprotective husband placing his large hand on your shoulder. You strain your neck to look at him.

“Welcome home, my love,” you coo and he leans down to meet you in a kiss.

He shook his head disapprovingly and pointed to the back door. You sigh and look up at him pleadingly.

“I just want to help out around the house.” You try to rationalize with him.

He shook his head once more and with more strength pointed to the door. You nod your head and begin getting up. He places his hands on under your elbows and helps you up. You smile up at him lovingly.

“You'll never take me alive!” You yell dramatically and very slowly shimmy away.

You hear your husband fondly chuckle and walk after you, gently stopping your mad escape. He turns you to face him and cups your cheeks. He leans in and places a loving kiss to your upturned lips. He wraps his large arm around you and pulls you to his side. He begins walking towards the house.

“Darn it, seduced again!” You joke and lean into him, even though the heat was slowly killing you.

He opens the screen door for you like a gentleman and you walk into the semi-cooler homestead. Luda Mae had a displeased motherly look to her.

“What the hell have I told you about workin’? You're ’bout to pop, sweet pea! This is no time to be exerting yourself.” She scolded then handed you a glass of cold water.

“Thank you, mamma.” You smile and Tommy escorts you into the living room.

He helps lower you onto the couch and tries to make you comfortable. You caress his cheek and pull on him to lower himself. You place a kiss on his now reachable forehead. You take a sip of the cold water and feel a wave of relief wash over you.

“So, you bet it’s gonna be a girl, and I bet it’s gonna be a boy.” You could see him smiling under the mask.

“Thought of any names? Even though I’m definitely right.” You playfully push him.

He nods and clears his throat. He often does this when it’s been a while since he’s last spoken.

“Penelope,” He suggests, you nod, taking note.

“Amelia,” he scratches the back of his arm and sinks into the couch.

“Matilda?” He shrugs, though caring very much about his child, getting a bit self conscious about voicing his opinions.

“They’re beautiful,” you look deeply into his stunning eyes. “Too bad we won’t be using them.” He stuck your tongue out playfully.

He shook his head fondly then his gaze returned to you. The way Thomas looked at you, you understand what he wanted. You nod and think for a moment.

“Well, I was thinking Arthur or maybe Thomas.” You look up at your now blushing husband.

Hoyt started making fake gagging noises, then Mamma hit him and told him to shush. At some point they must have walked into the room. You giggle at the weird family, but you wouldn’t change it for anything. It was your weird family. Even though Hoyt was an ass, you're just biding your time. One of these days he’s gonna mess with the wrong person and get run over or something.

“So, how was work?” You ask curiously, he grumbles and looks away, you sigh and pat his arm.

“I’m sorry, darling,” You lean into him comfortingly.

“Was it those men again?” You asked, but he didn’t reply.

You knew exactly what his silence meant. You huffed at the thought of those cruel foul men harassing your poor Tommy.

“Need any help with dinner, mamma?” You ask, trying to change the subject.

“Nuh-uh, I’ve got it, you rest up ya hear?” She scolds you for even asking and walks into the kitchen.

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luimagines · 2 years

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ok so if there is space for this,

I NEED MORE OF FIRST IS NOT OK

Like a sequel where First sobers up and realises what he's done or the moment he realises he likes Reader or the chain having to try and pry him off for bedtime but goddess damn it all, First wants snuggles and snuggles he shall get!

(But if this takes up a spot and you close before the deadline, please feel free to not answer this one and let someone else prompt. I flood everyone's inboxes XD)

Of course- because why not?

Masterlist

You can read the first half here!

Content under the cut!

When First woke up he had a splitting headache.

He wasn’t entirely sure what happened the day before for him to end up in this situation but he wasn’t about to let that stop him.

He was warm though. Which was a nice change of pace to how he was typically waking up these days. Not that he was going to tell that to the children. He was certain they would try to remedy that and frankly it’s not too dissimilar to the jail cell. So he can manage.

Until the warmth decides to move and First freezes.

The headache he’s sporting makes it hard to focus but he was certain that wasn’t normal. He takes a breath. It might be the dog that’s been following them around. He wasn’t fond of the beast but he was well behaved and protective of the children. He wasn’t a threat. Frist wouldn’t put it past the dog to do this sort of thing to him. Especially since he’s seen the darn thing flop against the little ones before.

First tries to roll over and he manages to finally get some light in his eyes in the process.

He blinks his eyes open and looks around.

It’s morning. That’s certainly strange. He doesn’t remember falling asleep at all now that he thinks about it.

You let out a soft sound in your sleep.

First’s gaze snaps to you in an instant.

His heart flutters and he can feel the stress of his confusion melting away already.

He tries to keep the features on his face neutral- but somehow you’ve managed to worm your way past his defenses and walls. First wasn’t entirely sure how you found the crack in his armor but there are very few people he feels this strongly about.

He would anything for you.

All you had to do was ask.

Should you ask him to fight another battle- another war- to take up the Goddess Sword once more and fight to his dying breath.

He’d do it.

First takes in a deep breath. Slowly, he reaches over and brushes a bit of your hair out of your face. You’re still sleeping and sleeping peacefully, thankfully. He can fight monsters and demons and gods alike- but nightmares? He’s very much unequipped.

You’re so beautiful, First sighs. You’re so kind. Resilient. Compassionate. Tender hearted and strong. Not to mention funny.

The amount of times he had to bite his tongue to keep from even the slightest chuckles from leaving was harrowing. He figured out your little game fairly quickly and was willing to play along. He’s never been close to failure so many times.

First wonders if he’s the kind of man you’d look for, if he’s someone you would even consider yourself with. He wants to know what steps he needs to take for you to even think of him in that light, if you’d have him.

Isn’t that a tall order?

He’s very rough around the edges. He knows this. First considers himself very difficult to love and he’s not exactly keen on how to make it easier. But for you?

He’d do it.

First can feel his features soften some more when you breath and smiles in your sleep still. He tries to be quiet as he sits up. You’re incredibly lovely. What a privilege it is to meet you.

Someone snickers on the side lines.

The little spell shatters like glass around him and he snaps his head toward the sound. That was a mistake.

His headache flares up again and he’s forces to put his hand to his head in little hopes to alleviate the pressure.

Legend and Wild are sitting next to small fire they’ve started to cook breakfast.

Time and Twilight are also already awake and conversing quietly. They don’t seem to have noticed that he’s already awake.

First pauses and schools his features once more. “Good morning boys.”

“Good morning.” Wild snickers, putting his magic tablet down. First doesn’t trust that. “Sleep well?”

“What happened?” He asks instead. Maybe he can get some info about what he’s missing.

“Ask them.” Legend smirks and points to your sleep form. “You put them through the wringer. I’ve never seen them so red.”

First’s heart plummets through the surface of the earth. Oh no, what did he do?

It’s at this moment that First actually realizes how close he is to you. As in, you’re in his arms sort of close. He was sleeping literally on top of you.

First jerks away and practically throws himself away from you, getting to his feet as fast as he can. It’s another mistake.

His head is fogged up and the distance is misjudged. First starts floating throw space and time and his head is screaming at him.

Someone grabs him by the shoulders and holds him there for a moment while he can collect his bearings. First blinks and looks behind him. It’s Time.

First nods. “Thank you.”

Time nods back.

Legend and Wild starts laughing some more and to First’s horror, you wake up soon after.

“Good morning!” Twilight calls out gently. The way your smile purely out of reflex does something to First’s heart. Is it adoration? His crush? Jealousy?

“Good morning.” You yawn and stretch.

First has to look away when your shirt rides up ever so slightly. It’s unbecoming.

“First is up.” Wild says, jutting a thumb in his direction.

First can see the way you looks at the scarred boy questionably before something clicks in your head. You go deliciously red in the face but refuse to look in his direction.

“Good morning.” You say quietly. First gulps. You brush your hair out of your face again, still looking away. “Did you sleep well?”

First coughs at the implication. He can feel his own cheeks turning red at the thought. “Yes. I did. Best sleep in a long time actually...It was warm...”

He sees your face light up ever so slightly by a small and almost invisible smile. His breath gets stuck in this throat by how perfect it is.

You nod. “Good... You said the same thing yesterday too.”

First pauses and once again feels the despair wash over him. Why must you be so distracting and wonderful?

What did he do?

#legend of zelda #linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #first x reader #link x reader #...it got a bit away from me #I started and realized it was going to take me a while to stop #whoops #I know you asked for him realizing things #but i feel like this was a funnier route #XD #sorry First

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