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peaktora · 2 months

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𝐂 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 ˚◞♡ ⃗ satoru gojo

𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 ┊ your husband is unbearably clingy.

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 ┊0.9k words. no pronouns used or specified gender for the reader. intended lowercase. established relationship (#married).

a/n. — i’m warning u guys right now that this is not proofread 😭 .. i literally just typed this up rq and posted it bc it’s been too long since i’ve last posted something on here

p.s. the prompt was in my notes from a longgg time ago, but i believe it’s from @/creativepromptsforwriting .. if not please lmk !!

"c'mere, hold my hand," satoru pleads for what has to be the third time. he pouts at you, who’s sitting on the countertop.

your brows furrow as you look up from your phone, "but, you're washing the dishes?”

he twists the faucet handle, and a steady stream of water flows down. after a brief glance at you, he places the plate beneath the water and says, "i know how to multitask, baby."

clinginess is defined as “the tendency to stay near someone for emotional support, protection, ect.” but there has to be another term for what satoru is, because you can't give any of those things while holding his hand right now.

you let out a deep breath and turn off your phone, watching as the screen fades to black. "satoru, there's no way i'm sticking my hand in that dirty dishwater," you say, sliding your phone into your pocket.

he practically shoves the plate into the drying rack. "i can't believe this," he huffs. "we literally had vows."

“what are y—“

“we had vows that said you’d love me in sickness and in health.”

"well…are you sick?" you ask, crossing your arms across your chest.

he pauses his task of washing dishes, leaving them untouched. leaning over the sink, he rests his arms against its edge. he steals a furtive glance at you, only to find your gaze locked onto him. with a hint of hesitation, he softly mumbles, "no..." before you can respond, he interrupts, "but i’m in health, and the vows said that you have to love and cherish me in this state too."

you lean back, searching your mind for what the alternative of holding his hand would be. because in no world would you hold his hand in dishwasher. then, it hits you. "for now, would a hug make you feel better?"

he answers your question with a hum, and you can't believe he's debating whether or not to accept your offer after all that drama over holding hands in dishwater. even so, he adds, "i'll have to give it some thought."

two can play that game.

“it’s okay,” you say, gracefully hopping down from the counter. a smirk spreads across your face. “i could just go—sit on the couch?” slowly, you start to walk in his direction and make your way over to the living room.

he doesn’t say anything, letting you do as you please. it’s not until you start to pass by him, that you get the reaction you wanted.

or atleast, somewhat similar to what you wanted.

"on second thought—" he exclaims, and the dishwater swirls around him as he turns around, his hands still wet and dripping.

you cringe as small puddles gather on the tiles. "hey—" but he interrupts you as he reaches out to grab your wrist. “ew—I—what the hell?”

you instinctively try to pull back, but he slips his wet hand in yours; sealing your fate.

“satoru—”

“what happened to nicknames?”

“satoru.”

"’m not sure who that is. i go by a lot of names, but not that one. lets go down the list, yeah?” he clears his throat. “i go by "babe, baby, swe—"

"you should consider adding "gojo" to that list."

"now, when have you ever called me gojo?”

"right now, in exactly ten seconds.” your husband gasps, hanging his mouth open. “satoru go—"

“woah woah woah—what’d i do to deserve this treatment?”

“you put your dirty dishwater hand in mine.” you jerk your hand back, struggling to escape free of his grip.

his grip tightens on your hand, “if you’re feeling like not loving me today then just say that.”

“hey—don’t discredit me. i offered you a hug and you said you had to “think” about it.”

“cause holding your hand ‘s better.”

you sigh, “after you’re done with the dishes, you can hold my hand as long as you want.“

he lets out a soft, thoughtful hum—the same hum that got you both into this situation in the first place. at the same time you shake your head, a mischievous twinkle appears in his eyes, and a smile twists onto the edges of his lips. "deal" he says, shaking your hand. “but before-“

you tsk, making him drop his excuse.

“wh—“

"the quicker these dishes get done, the quicker you’ll be able to hold my hand. so get on with it—go," you playfully command, and his grip loosens in response. seizing the opportunity, you slide your hand out of his grasp. you look down at it, seeing bits of food that’ve stuck to your palm. gross.

you walk over to the sink, feeling the cool water flow over your hand, washing away the food and dirt that clung to your skin. as you stand there, you hear satoru's voice grumbling from behind, "i hate doing dishes,” and you can’t help but snort.

before you know it, you feel his presence close behind you, his body pressing against yours. his arms encircle you, creating a cozy pocket of space between the counter and his body. satoru leans over your shoulder, gets a sponge from the soapy water, and starts washing a bowl. you simply lean back and look at his features.

the sight almost makes you want to stay in his arms forever. that is, until you realize the predicament you're in.

“you did not,” you whine. you desperately try to break free from the cage he’s trapped you in, but your attempts prove more and more pointless.

"oh, yes, i did," he declares with a smile. “what did you say earlier?" he clears his throat before proceeding. "the faster these dishes are done, the sooner you'll be able to hold my hand," he says, mockingly imitating your tone. "so, the faster these dishes are done, the sooner you can leave and do anything you want."

you sulk and moan while you reluctantly grab a dish and a spare sponge from the sink. “i hate you.”

“i love you more.”

#(っˆ ³(ˊ ᵕ ˋก ) ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ࿐ྂ #i have a essay due in a couple hours and i’m over here writing fics .. 😣#gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo angst #gojo x you #gojo headcanons #gojo scenarios #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jujustu kaisen #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen headcanons

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ro-is-struggling · 10 months

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In Sickness And In Health || Clark Kent x Reader

Summary: You're terrified that your boyfriend Clark —the local superhero and most perfect man on the planet— will see you sick, so you forbid him to visit you while you have a cold. However, when he shows up at your door saying he misses you, he proves that your insecurities were unwarranted.

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, reader being a little insecure, hurt/comfort kinda, my shitty titles (I tried my best :c )

English is not my first language

Word count: 2200

Notes: I wrote this for me while I was recovering from a cold that had me in bed feeling miserable for days. I was a mess and I felt ugly so I wrote this silly little thing to cheer me up as I continued to descend into the Henry Cavill filmography rabbit hole lol I decided to share it bc why not? Hope you guys like it c:

You hated being sick. You hated feeling weak and tired all day, spending hours in bed surrounded by used tissues. You hated that your throat felt scratchy and that your stuffy nose made you have to choose between eating and breathing. You hated having your daily routine interrupted by a stupid cold, but most of all you hated not feeling like yourself.

You were a mess when you got sick, tangled hair tied up in a messy bun and wearing pajamas all day. You usually didn't move from your bed, which resulted in mountains of used tissues piling up on every surface near you. Multiple cups with leftover tea and a packet of crackers decorated the bedside table, being your main source of food for the day. It was an unpleasant sight so you preferred to spend your sick days alone in the quiet of your home where no one could see your red, irritated nose or the filth you were living in.

You had specifically asked Clark not to come by your house for that very reason. You loved him to death, but you weren't prepared to let him see you in that state. You felt ugly when you were sick, almost unworthy to be in the presence of someone as perfect and magnificent as him. Clark was literally the perfect man, he never got sick or had to deal with colds in the winter or allergies in the spring. It was almost impossible to see him disheveled since he was able to stop a building from collapsing with his bare hands without a single hair on his head moving out of place. You knew he loved you and didn't care what you looked like, but you couldn't help but feel self-conscious about it since he was literally perfect. So, to save yourself trouble and to concentrate your energy on recovering, you asked him not to come see you for a few days.

Clark respected your wishes at first, but after two days without seeing you he couldn't wait. He missed you and didn't understand your insistence on being alone, it wasn't as if he could catch a cold from you. So when he finished his shift at the Daily Planet he headed to your apartment —stopping on the way just to buy some groceries and a bouquet of flowers for you. He didn't text you that he was going to see you, knowing that if he did you would find some excuse or some way to convince him to go home instead. That's why you were surprised to see him there when you peeked through the peephole in the door before opening it.

"Clark, what are you doing here?" You exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. He wasn't supposed to be there. "I thought I told you not to come here!"

"I know, but I missed you." He pouted and you had to look away from the peep hole before he managed to convince you to let him in with those hurt puppy dog eyes of his. You missed him too, but you were in no condition to be around anyone, let alone him.

"I brought food, I thought maybe I could cook for you while you rest." Clark insisted when you didn't respond. You couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness, he sounded so genuinely interested in helping you and taking care of you that it almost broke your heart to have to say no to him.

"I'm not hungry," you lied. "You should go home, Clark."

"Why won't you let me take care of you?" he sighed in frustration. You leaned your forehead against the wood door, debating whether you should tell him the truth. You suddenly felt stupid for having such a specific and probably irrelevant insecurity, but it wasn't like you could control it.

Despite the fact that you and Clark had been dating for quite a while, you still had a fair amount of 'first times'. You hadn't yet gone on vacation together for example, and he still hadn't met your family —though not by his own choice, he really wanted to. And, among other things, he had never seen you being sick. It was such a silly thing, but you felt ugly and disgusting and all you wanted to do was disappear under the covers and not come out until the cold was cured so no human being would ever have to see you in that state.

"It's not that I don't want to," you muttered more to yourself than for him to hear, though you knew he could do it because of his powers. You fiddled nervously with the seam of your t-shirt, feeling a little silly for having to talk about this out loud. "It's just that I'm not in the mood to have guests."

"I'm not a guest, I'm your boyfriend."

“Claaark!” You pouted, begging the universe not to make you say out loud what your real problem was. You heard him let out a chuckle from the other side of the door and rolled your eyes, frustrated that he found the situation funny.

"What?" His voice was a perfect mix of confusion and amusement.

"It's just that... I'm not presentable, the house is a mess and I feel ugly. I'd rather you didn't see me like this."

There was a long silence. Your fingers began to tug at the threads of the seam of the hem of your t-shirt while your teeth nervously nibbled at the skin of your lips, waiting for a response from your boyfriend. The tension grew with every second, time seemed to drag on as the uncertainty of silence ate you up inside. And then you heard a laugh.

Clark was laughing.

It wasn't a mocking or evil laugh, more an expression of his own surprise at your revelation. But it still bothered you. "I'm sorry, is this funny to you?"

"Yeah, a little." He replied with a chuckle and you let out a sigh of genuine disbelief. "I mean, you know I can see you through the door, right?" your eyes grew wide at the realization that due to his powers he had been watching you all this time. You turned quickly, facing away from the door as you hid your face in your hands.

"Clark, stop it right now!" You ordered him and he let out another chuckle. "I mean it!"

"I'm sorry, it's just that I find it a little ridiculous. I mean, you have to know I couldn't care less about how you look. All I want to do is be with you and take care of you, baby." It melted your heart to hear the sincerity in her voice. It wasn't like you didn't know that, but it was nice to hear him say it, to reassure you that his love for you was genuine and pure.

A part of you was dying to be pampered by him, to lose yourself in the warmth of Clark's strong arms as he held you against his chest, soothing all your aches and pains with his presence alone. It was tempting to think of him pacing around the apartment, making tea and cooking dinner while you rested between the sheets. But the other part of you —-the part that was usually in control of your decisions— hesitated, afraid of shattering some sort of illusion or image Clark had of you. It was silly and it only got sillier every time you thought about it, but you still couldn't bring yourself to open the door for him.

"I know, but still... I'm not ready for you to see me like this. I look hideous."

"You could never look hideous, baby." Clark sighed. His voice sounded closer and clearer, an indicator that he had moved closer to the door.

"You're just saying that because you love me and love has made you stupid and blind."

"Well, yeah, of course I love you. But also, you truly are the most beautiful woman in the world." You smiled to yourself, feeling your insides filling with that comforting warm feeling that you could only describe as the flame of love. Clark always knew just what to say to make all your problems go away. It was one of his best abilities, even if it was under-appreciated when compared to the rest of his powers.

"Flattery will get you nowhere." You lied, knowing full well that his sweet words were slowly softening the hard protective shield you had raised around your heart.

"C'mon, sweetheart! I'm gonna have to see you while you're sick eventually. Or what, once we live together you plan to lock yourself in the bedroom for a week and make me sleep on the couch so I don't see you with a cold? Or maybe I'll have to rent a room in a hotel until you get better? Is that what you want?"

You were silent for a moment as your brain tried to process what he had said, not his ridiculous options for staying apart when you were sick, but the part where he mentioned a future together. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't already imagined what your life together would be like for the next forty years. You wanted to wake up next to Clark every morning, share your free time with him and grow old by his side. He was the love of your life, you were sure of that. But what you didn't know was that he was also thinking about your future together.

"Once we live together?" you repeated in an excited whisper, the smile on your face widening. "You think about that stuff?"

"Of course I do!" he assured you, sounding slightly offended that you thought otherwise. It hadn't been his intention to make it obvious that every night before bed he imagined his life with you, but he wasn't hiding it either. He was shamelessly in love with you so why bother disguising it. "I want everything with you, sweetheart. I love you."

All worries faded from your mind, banished by the echo of Clark's sweet words. Your hands worked quickly over the locks on the door, removing the latch before turning the key to unlock it. He had won, there was no way you could tell him to leave after such a confession of love. All you wanted to do was hug him and lose yourself in the warmth of his body until you melted into one, show him how much you loved him and how important his words were to you. It was more than the expression of a wish or a projection of the future. It was a promise. The promise of love and commitment. He wanted to be with you in sickness and in health, in good times and in hard times. Clark loved you as much as you loved him and that was all you needed to know to feel better.

"You cheated." You joked as you opened the door, stepping aside to let your boyfriend in. He smiled in amusement at your childish pout, letting out a slight chuckle as he set the shopping bag aside to close the door behind him

"I was just being honest." Clark looked at you with such adoration in his eyes —his blue orbs glowing with the spark of love— that you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Blood rushed to your cheeks, making you feel warm for the first time since you'd caught a cold.

"Stop it!" you whined, hiding your face in his chest as a defense mechanism to cope with how vulnerable you felt.

You'd never been good at receiving compliments and always felt awkward when someone said something nice about you, unsure how to respond other than with a shy smile. And even though Clark seemed to make it his favorite pastime to give you compliments, it hadn't gotten any better. You still felt silly every time he complimented your outfit before going out to dinner or when he told you how beautiful you looked the next morning when you woke up in his arms. But just because you didn't know how to respond to his beautiful words other than with smiles and incoherent sounds of happiness didn't mean you didn't appreciate them. On the contrary, you loved the comforting warmth that flooded your insides every time he smiled at you, looking at you with pure love in his eyes. It made you feel special in a way that no one ever had before. It reassured you that you were on the correct path to happiness.

"I love you." You mumbled against Clark's chest and felt him tighten his grip on you, trapping you in his strong arms. You let the warmth of his body envelop you, slowly dissipating all your troubles. His simple presence was more powerful than any drug or medicine you could take, effectively making you forget all your problems in a matter of seconds. His hug alone was able to lift your spirits, restoring color and joy to your tired expression. That was the effect he had on you.

"I love you too, sweetheart." Clark whispered against your hair, placing a delicate kiss on the top of your head. "Now, will you let me take care of you?"

#clark kent x reader #clark kent x female reader #clark kent fluff #clark kent x reader fluff #clark kent imagine #superman x reader #superman x female reader #superman imagine #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader

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balsalmic-vinegar · 1 month

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I'm so sick and tired of the Demon Brothers judging Mammon. Like, calling him scumbag and worthless. Do they not realize that words hurt? That their words might actually have an affect on mammon that they may not realize? Like, omg I know it's a game, but god fucking damn. Let my poor baby have a break :(

He's trying his fucking hardest, but he stills gets so much shit from his brothers. HIS BROTHERS. Of all people (or demons ig). Like be so fucking for real.

In my opinion, Mammon is the demon closest to regaining his title as an angel. He's never used his demon form on MC and hasn't even threatened it. He's never harmed them. But all of the other brothers have (besides maybe Asmo and Beel, but still). Anyways, PLEASE LET MY SWEET BABY BOY BREATHEEEE

edit: i know he’s not innocent, i’m not saying he is. he does steal their things to sell them, and so in those situations it is deserved. however, all the times he’s called an idiot and stupid when all he’s trying to do is talk, i think is a bit much. and i don’t he should be strung up as often as he is, bc that can be considered abusive. i’m just saying that all the name calling and degradation can’t be good for his mental health

edit (again): this was supposed to be a silly little rant and wasnt supposed to be taken too seriously. and i’m sorry if any of you who come across it find it offensive or inaccurate. these are just my personal opinions and you don’t have to agree. i respect that you may feel differently on the matter, and i respect different thoughts and opinions on it. so all i ask is that you respect mine as well. but i am open to further discussion on the topic if any of you would like to have one. my dms are open! :3 <3

#mammon angst #mammon obey me #obey me #obey me brothers #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #obey me angst #obey me shall we date angst #obey me nightbringer angst

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acehoons · 11 months

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dating the zerobaseone boys . . ?!

☆! ot8 x gn!reader. fluff. not requested.

a/n: i didn’t include yujin bc i’m not comfortable in writing about him in a romantic way, since we have quite an age gap. hope u guys understand.

% . . kim jiwoong

this guy’s the most protective boyfriend to exist ever

is big on physical touch as a love language

always have to have his hands on you

on your waist, holding your hand, even gripping your thigh sometimes??? this man istg

more under the cut.

loves taking you out in dates

is a big restaurant man

i feel like jiwoong likes “traditional” dating

like taking you out for dinner, paying for your meal, walking you back home

i mean you deserve the best treatment so

he’s also big on surprises

if he gave matthew a bouquet on his birthday, imagine what he would give YOU, his s/o

likes to listen to you talk

let’s you ramble about your day for hours

he doesn’t really mind it, even if you think you’re annoying him with your rants

his favorite past time is to listen to you so

can read you like a book as well

takes him 0.1 seconds to know if and when you’re upset

would always try to calm you down by holding you in his arms

hates seeing you cry too

he sees one tear fall from those pretty eyes and he’s already on his way to soothe you

“what’s wrong, are you okay? please don’t cry.”

overall he’s a big softie for ya

% . . zhang hao

zhanghao’s definitely the type of bf that just loves to annoy you

teases you to no end

he just loves to elicit reactions from u, i feel like

but really, he’s incredibly caring

won’t hesitate to pamper you at any given time

he even calls you his prince(ss)

especially when you get sick

boy!! this man is never gonna leave your side when you’re ill

always tries to make time for you as well

even if he’s super busy, he’ll clear his schedule somewhat

even if it’s just for 20 minutes

is big on updating you throughout the day

you’d receive texts from time to time, just zhanghao telling you about his day

“we’re on our way to the company” “gyuvin fell on the stairs and landed on his butt lol” “dw he’s fine”

calls you at the randomest hours of the day to check up on you

likes to make sure you both are aware of eo every day

because he’s afraid of you drifting apart

his favorite dates are the spontaneous ones

like eating in a diner at one random night or going out for a convenience store run at 2 am

will always be there for you

doesn’t matter what you need

a hug? a new bag? 15 million won? someone to help you hide the body?

he’s there to provide

% . . sung hanbin

hanbin is a bf and a mother combined into one

is never not coddling you

always makes sure you’re taking care of yourself

and if you aren’t, he will >:(((

big on words of affirmation!!

but i feel like he’s the type to try and hit all of the love languages as much as he can

but yours (and by proxy, his) favorite is words of affirmation

bc he never fails to praise you and tell you how proud he is of you

the first time he said reassured you, you cried like a baby

and he cradled you like one, too

is there to comfort you at the speed of lightning

whenever you tell him that you aren’t feeling well, his priority is to ensure that you feel better asap

makes sure that you’re prioritizing your health over everything

sends photos at random times of the day

“babe we’re in busan! wish u were with us rn :(“

the two of you aren’t big on going out

so date nights would be spent with just the two of you cuddling on the couch and watching a movie

although you end up falling asleep halfway through

he secretly loves it

takes photos of you when you’re asleep and sets it as his lockscreen

tries his best to make homecooked meals for you

but if not he’ll just end up ordering takeout for you

he just wants to make sure that you are always happy, healthy and fed

% . . seok matthew

now this man is the definition of a golden retriever bf

is the happiest when you guys are together

loves to take you out on dates!!

library and park dates are his favorites

just anything involving the two of you walking around together

is also a clingy baby

is immediately sad when you guys separate

spends most of his days thinking about what the two of you could do together

likes to listen to music with you

makes you lots of playlists to listen to

is also the type to facetime you for a period of time

when you’d be studying and he’d be practicing his vocals

likes to ask you for advice as well

he thinks you’re one of the smartest people he knows so, it makes sense

is fond of sending you photos of things he sees that reminds him of you

“babe look! this goat looks just like u ㅋㅋ“

teases you sometimes, but not as much

is also big on cuddling

boy if you guys sleep together.. good luck

expect this man to cling on to you so much

he’d almost be laying on top of you

likes to bury his face in your neck

this might sound weird, but he loves your scent so much

not your perfume, but your natural scent

it reminds him of home, almost

because at the end of the day, he always comes home to you

% . . kim taerae

another sunshine boyfriend

he’s just always so smiley when you’re around

likes to take buy you flowers and chocolates

you’d put one of the flowers behind your ear and he’d take a photo

later you’d see it as his lockscreen on literally every gadget that he has

likes singing to you

but also likes to hear you sing

even if you think that you aren’t good, he just likes your voice

sends you snippets of him singing whenever he can

is big on quality time and acts of service i think

whenever you go out on dates, expect this man to do everything for you

even if it’s just to tie your shoe or to ask for a napkin in a restaurant

you are a prince(ss) to him. period

likes playing with your fingers whenever you hold hands

he does it a lot, especially whenever he’s nervous

like before a performance

having your hand in his calms him down a lot

can also be a little protective of you

he’s okay with you wearing anything you want when you go out,

but expect him to wrap his arms around your waist whenever he notices someone staring at you outside

incredibly whiny when you won’t give him what he wants

“babyyyy, i need one more kiss, c’mon!”

i mean, who can resist this man???

% . . shen quanrui

make way for our young and rich tall and handsome charisma boss baby

this man is going to SPOIL you rotten

obvi buying you material things isn’t an issue

he’ll get you the most expensive things even when you complain

you need a new bag? he’ll get a louis vuitton. you need some clothes? there’s a chanel store near his place. you want some food? expect some gourmet takeout

he just wants to provide you the things you deserve, even if they are expensive

but ricky doesn’t just spoil you with material objects

he’s big on assurance as well

always making sure that the two of you don’t end up in any disagreements and misunderstandings

the thought of you worrying about him worries him

always asks your opinion on things, too

about his clothes, his singing, dancing, etc.

sometimes he uses that as a way to get you things

he’s send you a photo of a necklace one day and ask,

“baby, what do you think of this necklace?”

you’d say it’s pretty and boom, next day he’s bought it for you

if he’s big on giving you expensive gifts, he’s big on receiving handmade ones from you

he loves everything you make for him

handwritten letters, crotched stuff animals, everything

he keeps all of them in a box in his closet

and if you ever buy him any piece of clothing or jewelry

expect him to always be wearing it

because in a way, it makes him feel like he’s carrying you with him wherever he goes

% . . kim gyuvin

boy.. good luck

you just got yourself a bf and a baby all in one

i’m jk, but we all know gyuvin’s a (literal) giant baby

likes to be coddled by you most especially

acts just like a little kid when he’s with you

but that’s only because he feels comfortable being with you

loves to watch movies with you!

at home or at the cinema, doesn’t matter

buys you lots of snacks. like. tons

it’s his love language; to feed you

likes to go to fun little events with you, like music festivals or fiestas

this boy has a social battery as big as a truck, so prepare yourself

introduces you to his friends a lot

and invites you to their hang outs

you end up being a part of their friend group, almost

and everyone loves you because you take really good care of gyuvin

although you make sure not to mother him too much, sometimes you just can't help it

you end up buying him things he needs or calling him at noon to make sure he's eaten his lunch

in compensation, gyuvin likes to make sure that you are always happy

would be the type to say a random joke or to even embarrass himself in public just to see you smile

"babe, babe, what do you call a fake noodle? an im-pasta!!"

it gives you a headache sometimes but you genuinely love it about gyuvin

how he always prioritizes your happiness,

sometimes even above his own

% . . park gunwook

another giant baby, oh boy

but unlike gyuvin, gunwook doesn't require much care actually

you just give him few hugs and cuddles and he's good to go

requires a lot of attention from you. like. all the time

if you guys are separated expect to receive dozens of messages and facetime requests from this man

always wants to talk to you during his breaks or whenever he isn't busy

and he always has a story to tell you

he's a little clueless when it comes to dating, given how young he is

so most of your dates just end with either the two of you hanging out at home

or just a simple late night walk around town together

however, he does like shopping with you

he's not as "giving" as ricky, but he's definitely one to buy you a few expensive pieces here and there

especially if he sees a pretty bracelet or a nice pair of earrings

loves to surprise you with them

he's big on physical touch as a reward

it's his motivation

"ok so if i finish my chores i can cuddle with you? alright, got it"

boom he's washed the dishes and mopped the floor and cleaned his desk table all in under 20 minutes

physically relaxes whenever he's with you

like he'd be tense whenever he's out in public, always wary of everything he says and does

but when he's with you, it's like all of his worries wash away

he loves you so much

to him, you are his comfort

#?! sinag.works — 📋#?! sinag.works :: zb1 — 📋#zb1 imagines #zb1 headcanons #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles #zb1 reactions #zb1 fluff #zb1 x reader #jiwoong x reader #hanbin x reader #zhanghao x reader #matthew x reader #taerae x reader #ricky x reader #gyuvin x reader #gunwook x reader

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waklman · 11 months

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Not Strong Enough

summary: bradley struggles to understand his grief or you ask bradley why he doesn’t like when people take care of him.

warnings: heavy talks of parental death, mental health, and medicine/medication. 18+ blog.

word count: 1.8k

this is for boygenius fans who also took the line ‘once i took your medication to know what it’s like’ line quite literally bc haha same 👍🏻, not sure if it'll even translate well but lol

something ‘bout you masterlist.

Bradley Bradshaw had been a freshly twenty three when he first discovered that yellowed pill bottle hidden away in his bathroom cabinet. For all these years, the plastic casing was stashed behind a deteriorating box of waterproof band-aids and a decade-old bottle of rubbing alcohol, not meant to be found by anyone else but Carole Bradshaw.

So, when his innocent search for a first aid kit ended with him blankly staring at a cluster of tiny blue tablets spilled into the palm of his hand, the first thought that crossed his mind was to put it away. He knew his mother was no longer around to finish off her prescription, he should put them back where she had originally left them. It’d be wrong if he were to toss them down, especially when they weren’t his to take.

But Bradley Bradshaw did it anyway.

In swallowing down the expired medication, cupping a handful of sink water to aid himself, a sick expectation had welled up within Bradley that night. A part of him hoped that once they dissolved in his stomach—he’d finally be able to understand why she needed them in the first place—that it would give him a glimpse into the mind of the woman he was so curious about. That, if he just had a mere taste of what Carole Bradshaw had taken daily without his knowledge, he'd somehow be closer to her in that way.

Once they settled, Bradley would be able to encapsulate her essence, gaping that bridge he wedged between them. Perhaps then, he'd stop feeling so guilty for looking like a splitting image of her dead husband while she was combating her grief.

But for a plastic tube so brightly colored, it held something so unbelievably numb.

Laying stiffly across the bed he’d already started to outgrow, limbs dangling off the ends of the mattress, a black hole began to materialize—tearing right through his chest that night.

Carole Bradshaw never had to outwardly say it, but Bradley knew she struggled with things he couldn’t begin to fully comprehend as a young boy, barely grazed by the cruelty of the world. So, he did his best to not be another problem for her to deal with growing up, as she had fair share of those in her lifetime.

In elementary school, Bradley was the only student seated quietly, scribbling drawings of airplanes into his name tag with a thick blue crayon, while everyone else cried for their parents on the first day of school. It had been a strange revelation for a child to come to, that he needed to learn how to be alone—how to be without his parents, in case they both weren’t there anymore.

Yet, by the second grade he came to terms with that.

And throughout highschool and college, Bradley made sure to stay out of the line of trouble, for the sake of his mother who made herself sick with worry. Despite what others may think, Bradley paid special attention to his grades, in the same way Carole tended to the burst of star shaped lilies planted in their backyard. And in times where he felt alone during his youth, it almost felt cruel to voice that back to his mother when she asked him ‘How was your day sweetheart?’

It was only when she passed that he finally cried out to her, gripping onto that limp hand by the hospital bedside. It was only when Bradley was truly alone in his life that he felt it was enough to finally say it outloud.

But in his true nature, Bradley bounced back.

The realization that came to him when he was a child, that he’d eventually stretch out the rest of his life alone, hit him again. Moving forward, he had been so sure that he’d be fine with that. There was no room to feel a semblance of pain if he kept everyone at an arm's length away. It somewhat worked to ease him off the loss of Carole, and it should work with everything else in life. But, the universe had different plans for him, when they led him to you.

It had been another night you two spent staring at the stars, sitting on the same blanket on his front lawn, where Bradley found himself not thinking twice about everything he said. Maybe it was the comfort the night sky provided him, or maybe it was because he was just talking to you.

“Hey Bradley?” you call out for him, cutting through the silence. “Why don’t you let people do things for you?”

Bradley keeps his eyes trained on the lights dusted besides the full moon, knowing you were looking at it too. “What do you mean?” He softly asks, delaying a bit.

Slowly, you turn your head, admiring freckles that speckled across his cheek. They lightly danced over the scars adorning his face, and just barely kissed over the tip of his nose. And despite the array of stars twinkling right in front of you, trying to catch your attention again as they glimmered—you had always found him much more mesmerizing.

Bradley Bradshaw was a once in a lifetime sight you had the privilege of seeing up close. And for that reason, you can’t look away from him, not now at least.

“When people let you skip them in line, you don’t do it,” you warily pause, watching Bradley nod as you start. “Then you do that thing where you buy your own beers before your team gets to the Hard Deck, so they don’t beat you to it,” you bite your lip, digging through your list of observations.

“And you have this look when I do stuff for you, like, you don’t understand why I’m making you lunch or why I’m buying you stupid things that remind me of you,” you finally share, stretching your legs out.

The silence that lingers after is heavy.

Bradley takes in a quiet breath, reminded by the life sized teddy bear you lugged into his apartment just last week. “It’s not something I’m used to,” he provides weakly, recalling the way you excitedly screeched at him when the bear fit perfectly on his couch. He’s still not looking at you as he continues. “It’s..it’s dumb. But the idea of someone looking after me, even if it's in a small way. I just…it feels weird for me.”

Everyone he knew, acted as if they hit the jackpot when someone else confessed that they loved them ardently. But while others wished for a moment like that, Bradley wished against it—it would be too burdensome for him. Bradley never wanted someone to love him again, not until now.

“Do you…not like when I do things for you? Is that something you don’t–”

“No. When it’s you, it feels different, ” he cuts you off suddenly. “When you pack me lunch, I feel good eating it. I don’t…I don’t feel guilty eating it,” his head drops, hanging forward like a weight. There had been so many times he secretly threw up his own mother’s cooking, thinking it would hurt less if he didn’t take her token of love. “I hate feeling bad about things like that, it’s not normal,” he confesses.

You blink back the tears coating your eyes, not wanting to lose sight of his starlike freckles. “I want to help you feel good Bradley,” you whisper, fingers twitching at your side.

Swallowing thickly, your eyes dart between the solemn expression he’s wearing and the scrunch his fingers give the thin blanket below him. “I want you to feel okay with being loved, you deserve it as much as anyone else does. I want that for you now, and I think…I would’ve wanted it for you if we were both kids.—if I was lucky enough to know you when I was ten.”

At that, Bradley finally smiles, and it doesn’t seem so tasking to do so. “Would you have sat next to me in class?” He finally turns to you, starting a study of your face, realizing that you glow brighter than the stars shining above both of you.

“In class, and during lunch time. Then we would have hung out during recess too because obviously I win you over with my charms,” you softly smile at him, playing with the idea.

It’s too late for it now—the possibility of you two growing up together as kids. But a part of Bradley likes to imagine it anyway.

If you had been there during his quiet walks home from school, it would have kept his tears from falling. If you fell over in a heated game of tag, he would’ve kissed over your bruised knees like he does now. And if you were there when he came home to an empty house, he wouldn’t have taken Carole’s medication to know what it’s like to be someone who loved him.

“What if all I did was draw the ugliest airplane models?”

“I was a pretty weird kid. I’d probably sit there drooling while watching you doodle,” you confirm, biting your lip to suppress a small laugh.

Bradley extends his hand out to you, uncurling your lip from your teeth to hear it spill from you. Right as he does, you finally giggle in his palm. “Hey, don’t start droolin’ on me Babybear,” he warns, laughing with you.

With his hand cupping your cheek, he leans in to press a quick kiss to your smiling mouth. “I wish we could’ve been kids together,” he cements, pulling back.

“Bradley,” you lean into his hand, warming his calloused palm. “Did you forget about us snatching the last toy plane right from that kid in Target the other day?”

Bradley lightly shrugs, tracing his hand up to tousle your hair. “We have more fun with that plane than he ever will,” he decides, leaving his hand there, holding the top of your head firmly.

Head clamped under his fingers, you nod. “I bet he wishes he could fly it as high as we do when I’m sittin’ on your shoulders.”

“That’s right,” he gradually nods in agreement.

“Speaking of, let’s go back inside and fly it after you take your medication,” you sternly point a finger at him, pairing it with a look.

Bradley mindlessly begins to draw an outline of a plane into your scalp, using his index resting over the back of your head. “Will you feed it to me?”

“That’s a silly question. You know I always do,” you tilt your head slightly.

Bradley softens, finishing off his invisible sketch, adding the detail to the airplane wing.

“Yeah, you always do,” he echoes.

Lieutenant Bradshaw had been thirty nine when he first discovered he’d been prescribed the medication his mother once took. Instead of her name printed across the label, there was his name. Bradley Nick Bradshaw.

But, when it finally came time to take it, Bradley was never shaking above the sink, apprehensive as it spilled out into his palm, no. Because you were always there, softly whispering I love yous as you gently dipped it into his mouth.

Bradley Bradshaw was never left curious about how it felt to love someone like him, not when you kept telling him how rewarding it was.

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ranhaitanisgf · 6 months

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Can I request headcanons of Ran with “cafe love” and “star gazing” Ran met her at a cafe and one day he asked her out. They spend all day together having a great time. And then at night he takes her to a roof and they watch the stars together. And then they kiss under the stars. Super fluffy!!! Thank you!!!!!!🤗

— ran haitani // cafe love // stargazing

[𖤐] me after going almost 500 words over the limit bc i have no self control lol. thank you for requesting this so long ago anon; i finally got to it !! i hope you enjoy my loveliessss xoxo

wc ; 1.5k+

masterlist || 2k masterlist

♡ you’d first noticed him when he became a regular at the cafe you worked at; tall and lean, with his long hair parted into two slightly messy braids, his violet eyes seeming to pierce right through you as he walked up to the counter. even though it was his first time coming into the cafe, you jumped at the chance to take his order, immediately rushing over to his selected table before any of your coworkers could.

♡ it was in this way that the two of you eventually became closer. ran, (his name, which you learned fairly early on) would come in every single day, and he would always order a caramel fudge mocha with extra caramel sauce. you hadn’t expected anyone to be having such a sugary drink every day, but when you asked him about it, he just mildly shrugged, saying something about how he wants to actually be able to enjoy the coffee, (which you suppose is fair enough). he would sit at the same table in the corner, would stay for the same amount of time, then would repeat it all again the next day.

♡ sometimes, there were moments when you felt his gaze on you while you were working, and when you would look over, he would give you a teasing smile, gesturing for you to get back to working.

♡ despite your interest in him, you were never really planning on doing anything about it; you were already so swamped with school work and exams, and adding your long work shifts on top of that, there was no way you could handle any more stress on top of that. and so, you decided on just admiring from afar.

♡ spoiler: your little plan wasn’t successful for very long.

♡ it had been a stormy and rainy day when ran came in as always. today though, his hair dripping with water and his clothes were soaking wet, clinging to his body, (no?! you were most certainly not staring…)

♡ he had actually been the first person to come in all day due to the rain outside, and you were the only one working since all your other coworkers hadn’t been able to work today, (it really wasn’t as if you needed help with customers anyways). as soon as you had seen the state ran was in, you’d rushed to the back, grabbing a couple dry rags to help dry him off.

♡ you’d set the stack on the counter as you came out from behind it, frowning a bit at the puddle that had formed at his feet. he didn’t seem to be too affected by the rain at the moment, instead just watching you intently as you grabbed one of the rags, patting it against his hair and braids.

“what are you doing out there in this rain? you could get sick if you stay in those wet clothes for too long.” “well i had to come and keep you company, yeah?” “no, not at the price of your health.” “mm, i think i’ll take that chance.”

♡ you sighed at ran’s words, gently taking his hair bands out of his braids so that his hair could dry a little bit more. there was silence between the two of you for a while, with him just watching as you dried off the parts of his hair and clothes that were dripping.

“d’you wanna go out with me?”

♡ your eyes immediately flicked up to ran’s face, seeing a lazy smirk across his lips as he plucked the now damp rag from your hand, placing it on the counter next to you. his sudden question made your heart skip a couple beats, wondering if he was being serious or just teasing you.

“...depends on where you take me tonight.” “i’ll be sure to pick something good then. i’ll pick you up after your shift~”

♡ the flirty lilt in his voice was almost enough to make you follow after him as he left the store, leaving you with a wink as the door closed. you kept your composure though, busying yourself with cleaning things up as your excitement started to build. sure, you had said that you weren’t going to pursue anything with him, but that didn’t include him asking you out, so it was fine! right?

♡ you had only realized that you hadn’t told him when your shift ended when he came back, his entrance (somehow) perfectly timed with you finishing your closing duties. when you asked him about it when you were locking the front door, he’d given an extremely vague answer of, “well why wouldn’t i know?”.

♡ you had felt a little bit hesitant to get on his motorcycle; despite the fact that he was your regular and you two would talk a lot, you couldn’t exactly say that you weren’t nervous to go to whatever mystery place he was taking you to. when he’d seen your hesitance, ran had merely chuckled, holding his pinky to promise that he wasn’t going to do anything creepy, (even though it was small, it did make you feel a little bit better). besides, with his braids gone and his hair down, he was even harder to resist.

♡ ran had teased you at red lights, looking back at how your eyes were screwed shut and how your arms were wrapped tightly around his waist, acting offended that you didn’t seem to trust his driving skills. you were thankful when he finally slowed down and stopped, holding out a hand for you to grab onto as the two of you got off his bike. you weren’t exactly sure where you were, but you didn’t get much of a chance to look around before ran went behind you, gently covering your eyes with his hands.

“just trust me; you can do that, right, pretty?” “oh, uhm, yeah.”

♡ it had taken a whole lot of directions and hesitant steps up a whole lot of stairs, but after the long journey, you were feeling a bit excited as to what ran was going to show you when he finally announced that the two of you had arrived. when his hands finally left your eyes, you were met with a beautiful sight of thousands of stars in the night sky.

“wow…it’s beautiful.” “hmm, i told you i would pick something good. did you doubt me?” “wha- no! i just…well, i wasn’t sure what to expect. this is really just…wow.”

♡ ran’s confident smirk as he looked at you was making your stomach feel fluttery, but you tried not to let it show on your face as you walked up to the edge of the roof, leaning against the barrier and looking at all the stars. after a moment, he joined you at your side, and although you were still looking at the sky, you could feel his gaze on you.

♡ when you took a moment to glance over at him, you weren’t able to pull your eyes away. his violet eyes had a soft look for once, and there was a genuine smile across his lips for once. as if that wasn’t enough, the slight breeze in the air blew through his hair softly, making him look almost…ethereal.

“you see something y’like?”

♡ the teasing look was back in his eyes as he moved a little bit closer to you, his hand reaching out to rest on your shoulder, keeping a bit of a firm grip to keep you from backing away. although there was a chill in the night’s air, your face felt hot as ran’s face moved a bit closer, just enough that you could feel his breath fanning over your cheeks. you still hadn’t responded to his question, hoping that it was rhetorical.

♡ there was plenty of time for you to pull away from him, but you felt as though there was some kind of magnetic force between the two of you, wanting to pull you even closer to him. as much as you felt embarrassed and wanted to look away from his gaze, you couldn’t; you’d already been ensnared in his trap.

♡ and so, you stayed, even as he slowly inched closer and closer, his other hand moving to whisper over the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. even as his face tilted, giving you one more chance to pull away, you stayed. you stayed as his soft and warm lips pressed against yours, the gentleness seeming wholly unlike him, but somehow exactly like him at the same time. your heart was leaping with joy as ran’s lips slowly moved against yours, the hand that was on your shoulder moving to the back of your head to pull you closer.

♡ after a minute, you had to tap out, gasping for the cool night air as he pulled away from you, that teasing look in his eyes the same as ever. there was no need to exchange any words; ran just smirked, his long arm wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against him, the warmth from his body seeping into yours.

♡ you could definitely get used to this.

alright gather round kids this is a psa ; don't get on the back of a stranger's bike unless its ran haitani 👍🏽

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feluka · 2 months

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Your cats are both very very cute. I volunteered at shelters so I know how hard it is for sick and/or disabled cats to find a forever home, bc of cost, 'looks' or even just the amount of work you have to put in. Even though most of the time, those are the cats that are the most rewarding and loving. Your cats are very lucky to have such a kind owner

Thank you for your kind words and for volunteering at shelters. I'm forever grateful to their rescuer for everything she did. She had a difficult time finding them a home because nobody was interested and yet she never gave up on them or surrendered them to a shelter. She also made sure that they are adopted together despite that making it even more difficult to find them a home. I'm grateful beyond words for everything that made it possible for me to find them at the time I found them. I truly believe they saved me more than I saved them. They're so special - and I know all cat owners see their cats in this light and I love all other cats I've ever taken care of, even the rowdy and "difficult" ones, but there's something about the way Shams and Noor never ever tire of love that is so special to me. I'm used to keeping myself in check around cats because they very easily get overstimulated and need some distance or to be left unbothered after some point, and I always want to respect that, but with Shams and Noor it seems that I can hold them all day long and they're still disappointed when I let go and they ask for more. Which is perfectly fine by me because I'll never have my fill of loving them. They're so sweet and gentle beyond compare and thinking about how nobody wanted them brings me to tears every time. Who can turn down such treasures and how many treasures like them are still waiting for a home?

I try be less cynical and not assume that people turn down blind cats because of "looks" and instead I will give them the benefit of the doubt and assume that they are concerned that they can't provide full-time care for them and so hesitate to adopt them - which is understandable, if you think you're not 100% up to supporting an animal's needs then it's best to leave them for someone else's care, but the thing is, blind cats don't require the amount of extra care that people assume they do! They're able to find their food and water and litterbox all on their own, and memorize your house and have zero problem navigating it. You just need to take a few precautions like making sure any openings with a considerable vertical drop (like windows) are covered so that they don't fall - and honestly? You should already do that anyway if you have any pets. Another thing is that you shouldn't move your furniture around too often unless you really have to, it really disorients them. Shams and Noor needed more care than usual when they were kittens because they had a few other health issues other than blindness, but once those cleared up, they were good to go and prance around as happily as any cat. Remember that cats that are born blind don't know that they're blind. There's nothing "unusual" to them about themselves! Don't let feeling sorry for them all the time get in the way of loving them and spoiling them to the fullest. ❤

#asks #sunlight #cats

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killuagirly · 4 months

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Hii!! (First time requesting on ur blog :D) May I pretty please with cherry and ice cream on top....No, its christmas, I cant just say ice cream bc its cold outside....hmmm...May I pretty please with marshmellows and hot cocoa on top request a yandere Venti x female reader who is on hunger strike? (Bacically reader refuses to read untill they get freed)

Feel free to ignore this request if you want to and have a nice day/night!

Yandere Venti x F!Reader

Summary: Venti just wants the best for your health, well, in his own sick way. In return, you refuse to eat until being set free from his captivation. Smart in a way??

Notes: Usually I'll ignore, delete or put any requests on hold who request for a character not yet on the Masterlist, but Venti is one of my favorites. Lucky you Anon. I still better get that hot cocoa and marshmallows though!! >:D

CW: Yandere, Obsessive tendencies, Possessiveness, Kidnapping, Implied murder, Self-starvation, Throwing up, Stalking, Pet names, etc. Read at your own risk!!

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Venti

☆ "What do you mean?? You have to eat whether or not I set you free, or you'll end up starving my dear." He reasoned with your statement, not yet realizing the weight of it. "I'd rather starve than stay here with you. Aren't you supposed to be the Archon of Freedom himself? You're sick in the head Venti." He frowned at your harsh words directed towards him.

☆ You knew better than to cross a line by now in fear of what your captor might do, but you refused to live like this for the rest of your time in this world. The only 'privileges' you had were being allowed free roam around the house, and occasionally stepping outside for some fresh air. Although it really didn't feel like a privilege at all with Venti staring at you like you were a shiny medal he'd never let go of the whole time.

☆ week passed; you were growing weaker by the day. "My love, please eat something. Anything. I'll even give you more alone time just please, you can't die on me." The sorrow, worry and guilt were all very evident in his voice as he pleaded with you. He even tried force feeding you once, but you wouldn't swallow. The time he did get you to swallow a bite of his home-cooked meal, you just threw it back up minutes later. It didn't even look like you had on purpose, your stomach was just not right anymore.

☆ "I'm not eating until you set me free." Your voice shook even though you tried to sound confident. At first, you had almost regretted your decision to go on this 'hunger strike', but now you could see that it was mentally affecting him greatly. He was on the verge of breaking. Even if you were under his constant watch once granted your freedom, it'd be better than being kept here. You knew that for a fact.

☆ Not even a whole 24 hours later, he cracked. "If I set you free, I can still watch over you right? I'll try not to hurt anyone, as long as you eat.. As long as you don't die on me, my love...." It had worked. You were free the very second he spoke those words. Not to mention you didn't have to avoid all of your loved ones either if he was true to his word, if he would really try not to hurt anyone. "Deal." It was an easy offer to accept, even if the pet names he used to address you were sickening due to his delusional habits.

☆ There were tears streaming down his face like a flood while watching you walk out that door after forcing enough food down your throat to satisfy his concerns. Hopefully you'd be able to get back to your normal eating habits sooner than later otherwise Venti will immediately believe his sacrifice was for nothing, given that he'll most definitely have his eyes on you every chance he gets.

☆ Even with a full-time stalker on your back, it's still better than being in captivation your whole lifespan. Although everything you ever leave behind is taken by him, every man or woman who attempts to court you is suddenly missing, you have your freedom in a messed-up way. The teal-eyed bard you were once stuck with was now back to his old habits of stalking you, even running into you on 'accident' in public to which you were horrified but did attempt to play it off.

☆ You never dared to breathe a word of what you had endured to anyone, in fear that they too would be wiped off the face of the world you live in. Once your captivator, now back to simply stalking you, is having internal debates on whether or not setting you free was worth the cost of letting people set their eyes on you. Venti is having repeating mental breakdowns and freakouts every time someone else gets too close to you, you wonder just how long this joyous freedom of yours will really last.

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#KilluaGirly #Genshin Impact #Venti #Yandere #Anon #Yandere Venti #Yandere Genshin Impact #Yandere Genshin x Reader #Genshin Impact x Reader #Yandere x Reader #F!Reader #Venti x Reader

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inkelea · 7 months

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smiles at the checkout! ✭

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader

synopsis: the cute grandson of your regular client comes to shop their groceries alone for once.

genre: fluff, kinda angst if you squint at the end? FLUFF!! strangers to friends..(?) (more like acquaintances). drabble.

warnings: supermarket adventures part 2! (no need to read first part, can be read as a stand alone), annoying old women and teenage boys! can be read as idol! or non idol! au.

word count: 0.4k

part one.

a/n: soo, im very busy, but I did want to write this bc i thought it was cute and some people wanted a second part as well. but again I’m very tired too so if there’s mistakes well lol. hope you enjoy:)

losing your weekend for being behind the checkout counter of your neighborhood supermarket was not fun. the place that brought you happiness in boring days had officially become your worst nightmare.

angry old women would start whispering to themselves ugly things (they were never actually whispering) whenever you told them you could not control the growing prices of the products. it was becoming really annoying having to deal with them, keeping a smile at all times.

sometimes the old women would be teenage boys, thinking their tiktok hairstyles and overconfident smiles could win you over. it was ridiculous.

apart from that, it wasn’t that bad, but still, those occurrences were pretty common. not a lot of happy adventures happening in the place for you now.

until they appeared.

they always came together, the cute lady obsessed with pink, and her even cuter grandson. she would put on a smile and start taking her wallet from her purse, while her boy would put the groceries on the counter. it had become tradition. or at least it was before today.

“came alone?”

he looks up from his shopping cart, hair almost covering his eyes. “yeah, nana’s kinda sick.”

oh.

“she’s okay! i know she’s old but no need to act like she’s gonna die or something. it’s just a cold.”

you laugh, because the way he talks about his grandmother’s health is hilarious, something so his.

redirecting your attention to his groceries you bite your lip, trying your hardest to not laugh at the situation. he looks the same way, but neither of you realizes the other’s state.

“that’ll be ₩77.000.”

he rolls his eyes and sighs, opening his wallet reluctantly. he’s such an old woman.

the noise in the supermarket has been filling your head all day, but watching him put in his bag his last grocery, a butter can, makes silence surround you like a guardian angel.

you should be scared, seeing as someone you barely know has so much control over you. when he comes in sad, you get worried, pain hitting your chest like you just were stabbed on the back. but oh when he appears and he’s shining. you remember the first time you heard him laugh out loud, it was so beautiful that you thought it was the polar star guiding you to heaven.

it was difficult going home knowing you couldn’t have him, painful and sickening, even more knowing he probably hadn’t even looked at your tag name. every time he left like his heart didn’t ache for you like yours did for him, it made you a little more breathless, just like now.

he says his goodbyes and goes, a smile lingering on your face for a little too long after he’s gone.

damn, having to deal with the teenage boy who’s next in line is gonna be hard now.

@mochamvgz

#bjnet #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #kim seungmin fluff #kim seungmin x reader #skz x female reader #stray kids x female reader #skz blurbs #stray kids blurbs #skz drabbles #stray kids drabbles #inkelea

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dilucsfav · 2 years

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tighnari hcs and scenarios !!

help its been so long since i posted aHhhahshhs i’m sorry my dears :( please give me requests i need them for motivation idk what to write 😭 anyways here’s tighnari to somewhat make up for it :) bc i love the sumeru update too much to not write about my baby. we all need a little tighnari in our lives!

warning(s): fluff. lots…. and some nsfw too.

please he would be so gentle with you if/when you got sick. his tone would be softened and his fingertips would graze your skin with such loving care. would constantly check on you, give you plenty of medicine, and watch you like a hawk to make sure you’re resting enough

i can see him rolling his eyes to a lot of things you say. sometimes mean, but a lot of the times he would simply flick your forehead if you said something dumb to him. and then apologize for getting annoyed immediately afterwards because he loves you too much :(

often times when he’s working, he likes for you to sit near him in the room. whether that’d be on his lap, across from him, wherever. he just wants you close by!! he enjoys when you rub his ears to calm him down during his work !

he would go flower picking with you. enough said.

you want a flower crown made by yours truly? don’t worry, tighnari has you covered !!!

cuddling with this man during the cold? absolutely immaculate. he has those huge ears and that tail to wrap around you. along with his body heat and soft forehead kisses? all for his partner? yes, free therapy please

this man is so overly dramatic about everything. always whining and complaining about the silliest and dumbest of things. even as he lectures others about “acting like an adult,” he acts like a child sometimes when something doesn’t go his way

tighnari is very pro health. on days where you aren’t feeling the best mentally, he’ll try to cheer you up the best he can! he likes taking you near flower garden or waterfalls for the view— and ofc a little picnic for you two with all your favorite goodies and snacks!

omg the way his eyes light up when you allow him to speak about nature. this man would go on a full rant about all sorts of stuff. his anger and concern over withering zones, types of flowers, etc!

he would also be a really good listener. he doesn’t have a way with words but his presence and tender touch is enough to make you melt !

nsfw!!:

honestly i’m getting very vanilla sex vibes from tighnari… but when he’s in heat rip that pussy ayyyy

aftercare is nice with him, but a little strange. i feel like he’d talk about random shit with you while cleaning you off, such as work or something of that nature

he would kiss you sm during the deed omg. this meal of a man asks for CONSENT CONSTANTLY 😩

“does this hurt? i’m so sorry, please tell me if i need to stop, okay, (y/n)?” or “is this okay? does it feel okay?” AHHHHSHSHSHSH

this man would be so obsessed with giving oral. he would do it for hours if he could

if you’re needy and horny while he’s working, don’t worry darling, tighnari won’t make you wait for at least a little release. he would let you sit on his cock. as long as you’re quiet and don’t distract him too much, he’ll help you after he’s not as busy :(

THE LITERAL DEFINITION OF A SOFT DOM.

he could pick up on weak spots and sweet spots pretty easily. and he’d remember them, too

as i said, pretty vanilla, but if you want to try something new, he would love to! he’s all about trying new things and experimenting! we love a learner xoxo

we must protect tighnari forever. tighnari c6 come home.

#tighnari #sumeru #genshin fluff #genshin impact #genshin tighnari #genshin x reader #tighnari x y/n #tighnari x reader #dendro #fluff #genshin impact smut #headcanon

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yaostars · 7 months

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GOJO SATORU ✩

note: this is angst (sorry), she/her prns, fem reader, lowercase a/n: bye i js watched all of jjk for the 2nd time since season 2 came out n i felt like rewatching the first season but gosh i felt like ruining everyones day by writing this after reading the Shibuya arc a month ago. anywho hope u like it and i hope i ruined ur day bc i ruined mine by writing this at 1 in the morning summary: you and gojo had an argument over your mental health and after it gojo needed a few days of getting himself back together but during those days you were caught up in a mission... (cliffhanger LOL)

it had been a few days after the small fight gojo and you had after him worrying over your health. he saw the lack of sleep, eating and mainly yourself lack anything at that point. he was sick worried and wasn't sure on what to do with himself but confront. you on the other hand didn't even realise this was happening to yourself to the point you snapped at him. in conclusion he had told you he needed a bit of space for a few days just to collect himself again. you fully agreed well more like a small nod and head down not watching him leave.

over the past day you had received a mission which you gave full awareness that you were going to do it just so the fight could be out of your mind. only if you knew what the after math would be.

slowly making your way there you felt the presence of quite a curse. you were obviously not in the right state to fight but kept going. unconsciously doing this you didnt even realise the curse had landed a blow before exorcising it. softly puffing out cold air trying to catch your breath obviously now understanding your boyfriends point on how your health was no longer good.

taking a small step before collapsing on the ground not even realising you had managed to have a massive hole in your stomach. groaning at the sudden feeling of your intestines moving around. it was survival mode at this point but all you felt was cold and in a state of shock still.

shakily grabbing out your phone seeing you and gojo on the front making small tears form knowing at this point you weren't going to make it. quickly typing in the password and getting to gojos contact. you pressed the call button waiting for him to pick up but all you were left was a voicemail. trying heaps of times to call him back until coughing small bits of blood up realising you were still going on voicemail. sighing before saying possibly your last words ever.

"heyyy this is gojo satoru cant get to the phone right now please leave a message BEEP" is all you could hear until clearing your throat.

"hey toru uhm idk when you're going to listen to this but im sorry for not listening but.. ive messed up and i need help but uhh please get back to me soon as possible .. i love you" you ended it slightly cussing at yourself knowing he wont get back.

you laid on the grass which you couldn't feel anymore neither your body. sighing softly before tears fell knowing no one is gonna come to find you. you started to see black making you smile for the last time.

gojo had been busy for the last few days with his students completely forgetting about the problem he had with you. he opened your contact seeing a voicemail at least a few days ago. he was hoping it had been an apology or please come back to me i miss you. he tapped on the button and the first thing he heard was your cough. slightly worried until he heard the next few words. he stood there frozen and unable to move before calling Ijichi on where you last were franticly. he had told gojo that you went on a mission a few days ago and he was also slightly worried due to no contact. he had given gojo where he had dropped her off making him scurry and practically run to the place.

after a long jog gojo had made it to the place seeing it was tourist sighting but not many people were there either. gojo was freaking out looking everywhere until seeing a familiar patch of (h/c) in the corner of his eye. he stopped and retraced his steps before seeing it again. he hoped you were okay and not dead silently praying before taking a long step over the bush seeing you. he was frozen hoping all of this was a fever dream and that he would wake up in your arms again but no you were there with a little smile adorned on your face peacefully laying. looking away with a shaky breath making his way over to you and crouching down moving a few strands of hair away from your eyes. he was upset at himself and knew it was his fault. tears fell but he didnt know that at all thinking it was just raining.

he softly grabbed you in bridal style on his lap hugging you hoping you were just sleeping forgetting that there was a hole in your stomach and no heartbeat at all. cradling your head he softly swayed you in silence while all he could hear was the trees rustling and small birds talk to each other.

he sat there hours waiting for you for any sign but at the end of the day you were gone like dust in the wind.

#x reader #xreader #angst #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader

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tellerluna-stories · 2 years

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hide no longer, my beloved.

PAIRING: childe x reader <33

GENRE: hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending! sickfic but,,, neither childe nor mc are sick??

TW/CW: slight spoilers for childe's backstory (I use his real name a lot here)

A/N: to be 100% honest, I have no idea if the plot of this is coherent or what bc my thought process was just "brain big sad. write hurt/comfort for fave character. now sad gone." ANYWAYS HAPPY READING

Childe realises that he's the absolutely head-over-heels, no-turning-back-now kind of in love when he comes home to you.

The house is dark and still, save for a lonely lamp that still burned in the kitchen; the first thing Childe notices when he steps through the doorway is the distinct lack of toys lying in wait to trip him up or picture-books splayed out on their forlorn pages. Though it took his siblings much convincing to put their toys away at night, all evidence of children's playtime was nowhere to be seen.

"Teucer's finally asleep," a quiet voice remarks, and he finally sees a vague stirring in the darkness; there you were on the couch with the toy-chest at your feet, a stack of books beside you as if you had just been sorting them. "Don't wake him though— he's all tired out. I also put Anton and Tonia to bed."

The Harbinger sinks down next to you, relief washing over him like a tidal wave; it was rare for anyone in their family to get sick, but Teucer had been bedridden all day with a fever that burned hotter than fire. With their parents out of town and Childe busy with his duties, it was only fortunate that you had volunteered to nurse the boy back to health.

He honestly couldn't tell whether he ought to feel grateful or ashamed— as the eldest, it was Ajax's duty to take care of his siblings, yet he had to rely on you to take care of them where he could not. But at the same time he knows that he couldn't have left them in more capable hands.

(His own hands curl reflexively, reminded of all the less noble causes that had prevented him from doing his duty as an older brother.)

"How is he... how are they? Did they behave?" He asks hesitantly— if Childe's subordinates heard him now, they'd probably be surprised by how his voice trembled, the cold, careless voice of a ruthless battle-maniac exchanged for the hushed tones of an eldest son who'd spent the whole day fretting over his beloved brother.

However, all he gets is a deadpan stare in response.

"You worry too much." You snort and shake your head, continuing to tidy up anyway. "I'll have you know that I've dealt with kids and adults who were far rowdier than those three. They were all pretty well-behaved, and Anthon and Tonia didn't put up a fuss when it was time for bed."

The picture-books were properly aligned with a soft tap-tap-tap against the lid of the toy-chest, which was then pushed to rest against the wall; the books soon followed suit to their rightful place, which was in the tiny bookshelf next to the toy-chest. A thump, a soft rustle as you straightened up the couch cushions around and behind the two of you, and you continue, "Well, I suppose it did help that I promised to tell them a story."

"How about Teucer?"

"Teucer? Well..." The couch shifts as you shuffle closer to Ajax, practically wilting against him to bury your face in his shoulder. "It got kind of scary because his fever was pretty high at one point, but it went down after I gave him his medicine."

A small, weaker part of himself trembles with guilt, thinking of Teucer shivering under the covers as he waited for his dependable big brother to come home. What sort of brother was he to leave Teucer alone in such a state? What would he have ever done if he didn't have you to turn to?

"Thank you..." It's all Ajax can manage to say, though he knows words are insufficient to express how truly grateful he is to have you here like this. "Thank you."

You scoff lightly, though he can feel your smile against his shoulder all the same. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing. It's— it's..." He sighs shakily; how could he explain that what was nothing for you was everything to him?

Pulling away, you give Ajax an unimpressed look. "I'm no nurse, y'know. It's just that I've seen and experienced my fair share of fevers to know my way around treating one. And besides..."

Your fingers find their place in the hem of his scarf, twisting it this way and that as you quietly say, "It's the least I could do. For the both of you, I mean."

"Sorry you have to put up with me," he mumbles quietly; in response, your hands stiffen, tightening their hold ever so slightly.

"Where'd you get that idea?"

"Oh, just..." He trails off in thought. You had for yourself a lover whose line of work whisked him to far-away places and left him with no time to spend on you, and that did not even mention the possible work-related hazards that came with the job. And then out of the blue, he had the thick-skinned audacity to ask you to look after three rambunctious kids, one of them with a raging fever— by no means did he consider looking after his siblings to be a chore, but really... any other person would've considered this situation a burden to deal with.

"I never had to put up with anything." You lean back and gaze at him solemnly, your arms folding themselves over your chest. "I knew exactly what I was getting into, and I never regretted it."

One side of your mouth quirks up in a teasing lilt, and you continue, "Besides, I already knew that you and your family are a package deal. Can't love one without loving the rest of them too."

His face flushes hot, heat rushing to his cheeks and ears— it was only too fortunate that the room was dimly lit, for you would have never let him hear the end of it.

"Oh, and Teucer said that his throat was sore, so I gave him soup for lunch and made some tea to help soothe the pain. Don't let him go out ice-fishing for a while until he's fully recovered, because the cold air by the water isn't good for him—"

Soup or porridge for meals, and regular doses of hot tea to flush out any mucus that threatened to clog up Teucer's lungs and nose— Ajax listens to your instructions with half an ear, quickly noting to ask you for the recipes later. The other half of his attention is elsewhere, wandering somewhere in the depths of your gaze.

He has you to turn to, he reminds himself; it was only you and no other that leaned against him now, sharing your warmth in a way that made his razor-sharp battle instincts soften so dangerously. What-ifs were not to be tolerated— they would only paralyse the mind and render him immobile, unable to defend the things that he cared about most.

"Then, I'll take over from here—" Ajax begins to say, but you wave him off dismissively.

"Not in that state. I can tell you've been worrying all day about Teucer."

"But..."

"No buts. Just look at yourself, won't you?" You take his face in your hands and frown in disapproval. "You've faced life-threatening dangers and fought countless battles, but the only time you look this bad is when one of your family members isn't feeling well or is upset with you."

Your hands are cool and soothing against Ajax's feverish skin, like a poultice of medicine to an angry wound— it was just like you to see right through him like this, to read between the lines of his story like one of the many books that you devoured on a daily basis.

Sometimes it almost frightened him with how easily you could see through his very soul.

With a sigh of release, Ajax leans his forehead to rest against your own. His fingers reached up to find their rightful place, which was to be intertwined with yours; the sensation of your cool, balm-like fingers in his own was the only way to anchor himself in the reality that was present, lest he slip too far away.

"He's going to be alright, Ajax." Your voice is steady and reassuring. "Teucer just needs to rest for a few days, that's all."

Silently Ajax closes his eyes, hardly daring to breathe; yes, he is in the here and now, with his heart steady and secure in your careful hands. Teucer was safe and sound, and so were Anthon and Tonia— all thanks to you.

The battlefield, the lies Tartaglia faced and made on a day-to-day basis... all of those things were far away, and his world only consisted of what was before his very eyes. His overflowing emotions swell up within his chest to form sweet nothings that roll on the tongue like honey, cloyingly sweet in the sappiness that he knows will earn him a roll of your eyes or a light punch in the arm— but oh, to tell you that you were his lighthouse in a stormy sea, his first, last, and only love.

"Rest." A soft smile graces your lips, and you give his face a reassuring squeeze. "You can go fuss over Teucer in the morning."

"What if I fall asleep?"

"Then I'll only wake you if I really have to."

He releases his grasp to petulantly extend a pinky finger, a silent — and somewhat sulky — demand for you to keep your promise; this earns him a sigh in response, yet you oblige his request anyway and interlock your pinky with his. "I'll forego the nursery rhyme because I don't want to wake the kids up for this."

His heart-beat quickens ever so slightly, and Ajax cannot help the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth— how domestic do those words sound from your lips, to hear you admonish him so. He'd fight a hundred battles if it meant hearing you say such things for the rest of your lifetimes.

Indeed, Tartaglia is certain that he does not deserve you. Childe does not deserve this peaceful life, nor does he deserve to be this happy— but if this was the hand that he was given, then who was Ajax to defy destiny?

So he allows himself to rest his head on your knee, to melt into the softer, more vulnerable version of himself that few were privileged to see. Tartaglia and Childe were strangers, distant in both name and identity— for tonight he is just Ajax, the young man who loves you more than a hero loves adventure.

Your fingers gently card through his tousled hair as a soft lullaby thrums through your bones, and all Ajax knows is peace.

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friends-to-lovers-tournament · 8 months

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Friends to Lovers Tournament: Quarterfinals, Match 1

propaganda under the cut!

Makoharu:

They are the first ship that comes to mind when I think of friends to lovers. I know Free! hasn't been popular since 2013, bug I just love them so much... Makoto's devotion to Haru. There's even a movie that flashes back to when they're kids when Makoto says "I love swimming and I love Haruka". Soft...

Fuyupoly:

Submission 1:

they're from the winter troupe of the mankai company, and unlike the other troupes they're all adults. that said, they all have varying degrees of trauma and emotional stuntedness. it takes them some time to fully open up to each other bc they're all very cautious of each other's boundaries and don't want to cross any lines which initially led to some issues in the group's formation. over time they've learned to bridge the gap while still being mindful of hard boundaries. at one point they have a discussion about what exactly their relationship is (gay) cuz they were talking about how the other troupes have clearly defined dynamics (spring=family, summer=besties, autumn=rivals & teammates) but they don't,, and homare deadass says they're "people bound by a common destiny" which in and of itself sounds very Gay (like why are you as a man bound to other men by a common destiny), but it goes even further because homare starts spouting WEDDING VOWS: "In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, we shall share our laughter and our tears as those with an intertwined fate... How beautiful we are!" THIS IS A DIRECT QUOTE FROM THE GAME AND THE MC EVEN REMARKS "i can already hear wedding bells in the distance..."

gradually they become closer, in individual sub-units based on who's paired up as co-leads for a play, and as a troupe overall. also two of its members are childhood friends who had a messy 'divorce' in their young adulthood and it took the game breaking its genre to introduce a timeloop for them to finally make up if that means anything to you. one of their troupe songs "precious to us ~bokura no kisetsu" has some pretty beautiful and fruity lines: "The many kindnesses born in me here / Never fail to breathe life into my chest / Even all the pain and bitterness / Have now become dear to me (Ah…Stay with me)", "No matter how many times our season passes / Let us keep living together / Holding our hands, without ever letting go / Let us open up the curtain of tomorrow", "There is no need for words, because once our gazes meet / Joy sparks a light in your eyes", "Our journey, may it be a brilliant one / As our breaths overlap as one"

a lot of their plays has a LOT of homoerotic tension between the two leads too. their first play has tsumugi and tasuku play angels, and it's heavily implied that tasuku's character has an unrequited crush on tsumugi's character. their third play has azuma play a vampire and tasuku play Just Some Guy and it's generally agreed in the fandom to be one of the gayest, if not THE gayest, play A3 has ever written. obviously the vampire thing is very fruity, but there's also how the vampire was longing to bite the human but was holding himself back, and when the vampire left the human in the end, the human was absolutely HEARTBROKEN over it and was swearing they would reunite one day. the stage play of this takes it even further by having the vampire embrace the human from behind and BITE his neck. the fourth play is a watered-down adaptation of Phantom of the Opera where they genderbend Christine into Chris among other things and change the relationship between Chris and the Phantom to one of friendship.... ostensibly so, because there's still a lot of homoerotic undertones in their interactions. i could go on but this should be enough of a sampling taste

Submission 2:

the writers rlly said "let's take 2 normal guys who are childhood friends and have been into theatre since their school days and have them go through a pre-canon messy divorce, an eccentric poet with a potentially controversial haircut, an amnesiac sleepyhead who can only be awoken with marshmallows but is also somehow extremely athletic despite doing nothing but sleeping and eating marshmallows all day, a man who is so beautiful and mysterious he breaks gender, and a supposed android from a fictional south asian country, and throw them into a blender, oh and for good measure let's throw in some theatre and angst and gay and angst and gay" and the end result was marriage. i mean it took them a lot of awkward fumbling around and conflicts to get there but they got there and thats what matters. ok *technically* in-text they're all rlly good friends and kinda found family BUT they are found family via marriage papers i do not make the rules chief

Submission 3:

The reason why they are so friends-to-lovers to me is because their relationship is founded on quiet and unconditional acceptance of each other—regardless of how flawed they may be or how heavy their burdens and trauma may be. When the troupe first formed (sans Guy who was in another country at the time), they didn’t have any major clashing personalities at the very beginning and generally they were mindful of each other’s boundaries, unlike the other troupes that came before them. However, it’s BECAUSE they were too mindful of said boundaries that it was difficult for them to break down their walls and bond as a team—and there were a LOT of walls to break down, as all of them had varying degrees of emotional baggage and trauma.

In fact, it’s only three plays in that they finally truly start opening up to each other, with Azuma getting the ball rolling by opening up about the deep loneliness that haunted him ever since his childhood. It’s during this conversation that they also discuss what their relationship as a troupe is, because the other troupes have defined their relationship as a team (Spring is family, Summer is best friends, Autumn is rivals & teammates), and Homare goes on to declare that they’re “people bound by a common destiny” and goes on to spew wedding vows: "In sickness and in health, for better or for worse, we shall share our laughter and our tears as those with an intertwined fate... How beautiful we are!" I mean… it can’t get any more obvious than this, really. They are married.

But anyway, Tsumugi says he wants their relationship to be one where while they respect each other’s need for space, they’ll also be there for each other and share their pains and burdens—or in his words: “supporting each other when our burdens become too heavy to bear on our own”—which I think is really sweet because it carries this idea of quiet, unconditional acceptance; they don’t push each other to share more than they’re comfortable with sharing, but with whatever they ARE comfortable with sharing everyone carries the load and pain because pain is easier to bear when you’re not bearing it alone <3

A later part of the story focuses on Hisoka, a mysterious amnesiac, being terrified of regaining his memories and facing some “sin” from his past that has led to another character, Chikage, trying to take revenge on him. When he confesses this to the rest of the Winter troupe, Homare asks, “How heavy is this sin you bear?” and Azuma suggests, “Perhaps it’s just heavy enough for the five of us to carry together.” (at this point Guy hasn’t joined yet). The stage play adapts this scene into a song called Key to Memory. The key (pun unintended) part is 1:27 where there’s a back-and-forth between Hisoka and the other Winter troupe members (sans Tasuku because he wasn’t in that particular play)

Hisoka: “I’m scared…”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “It’s okay.”

Hisoka: “My unforgivable sin…”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “Let’s carry it together.”

Hisoka: “I might not be me anymore.”

Tsumugi, Homare, Azuma: “It’s all right. We understand and we accept you, so let’s go together.”

And it ends with Hisoka singing: “I was afraid to open the door of my locked memories. But if everyone is here, I believe I can do it.” In both the game and stage play, Hisoka fully regains his memories and reconciles with Chikage (long story). He tells Fuyupoly he can’t go into detail about his past with Chikage because it’s dangerous but he’ll tell them when the time is right, and they accept this saying that no matter what his past is, they know and love him as their Hisoka which obviously is a very sweet thing for friends to say, but it’s also very Marriage-coded to me.

Later, Guy is introduced as an android from Zahra (a fictional South Asian country) and joins the Winter troupe as a temporary member—because he’s stuck in Japan for the foreseeable future—until they find a permanent member to replace him. The other Winter members have a conversation among themselves and agree that regardless of whether he’s really an android or a human they’ll accept Guy for who he is and help him improve his acting, which again harkens back to the idea of ‘unconditional acceptance’. Eventually it’s revealed that Guy is in fact a human who has forgotten his memories of the past and his emotions. He recovers his memories all at once which shocks his system and causes him to pass out. When he wakes up in his room, he finds the rest of the Winter Troupe asleep around the room—which I believe is symbolic of their whole theme of “quiet acceptance”: they don’t want to push Guy to share beyond what he’s comfortable with, but they’re always there to listen to him and share his load if that’s what he wants. He opens up about the memories he recovered, and they don’t treat him with pity like he’s a lost child, but still extend gentle empathy and understanding. They also emphasise that it genuinely doesn’t matter to them whether he’s human or android because he’s Guy first and foremost. It’s at this point that Guy truly lets himself become part of the Winter troupe/Fuyupoly and not just as a temporary stand-in member, because he’s found a place where he’s found himself again and people who will accept who this “himself” is, whether that be an android devoid of emotions or a human brimming with vivid beautiful emotions.

[Mod note: There’s a LOT more but we’re afraid of crashing the post. I (Deli) summarised it the best I can since I’m familiar with A3, but if you want to read the full thing you can check it out on this google doc)

#friends to lovers tournament #a3! act! addict! actors!#a3!#fuyupoly #tsumugi tsukioka #tasuku takato #hisoka mikage #homare arisugawa #azuma yukishiro #free!#makoharu #tachibana makoto #nanase haruka #tournament polls #polls

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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Hi celina! I'm a new asker but I've been reading your work for a while! Specifically your rottmnt work:)

Could I request a yandere platonic turtles x Gn!reader who's willing? Like just completely accepts that they've been taken from they're life on the surface to live with 4 Mutant turtles in the sewers lol. And maybe reader gets babied and really enjoys it bc I feel like that would be really cute😭

I want nothing more than for my comfort characters to baby and take care of me ngl so I'm definitely projecting

And if its available could I be anon 💨?

Xoxo

Indulgent aren't we? Well you're not alone my friend. We all are.

You're 💨 anon now.

Tw: overprotective, honestly really fluffy

Platonic Yandere Turtles with Willing MC

"Leo, if they come out the portal with even the tiniest little scratch I'm going to kick you to Bulgaria." Raph crosses his arms and stares down at Leo, uncertainty in his eyes.

"M'kay, I'll just ask for a train to go to the penguins." Leo holds out his sword, ready to create portal when Donnie interrupts him.

"Wait! I need to settle down the safety cushions, and the net if they come flying through plus the-" As he settled down the reinforcements Mikey intervenes.

"Slippers!" The orange-masked turtle places down a pair of slippers, clasping his hands together. "Leo! Send them through, pretty please?"

Leo looks behind, "I would've done it earlier if you guys weren't so particular about me portaling them!" He once again holds out his sword in front of him, then swishes it in a circular motion. An electric blue portal appears instantly, glowing brilliantly.

Momentarily after, a person shoots out from the gateway, landing straight into the net that Donnie held with his robot arms. They groan, opening their drowsy eyes.

"I told you guys! Safety protocol is important!" The scientist exclaims, untangling the victim of the net.

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The boys love that you accept their appreciation for you! Now they get to baby you all they want, and you don't even complain!

I would say those who love this the most are Leo and Mikey. Leo likes providing for you so he can be deemed useful, and Mikey just loves serving you in any way.

If you don't like moving too much, or just feel lazy at times, then ask Raph. He loves carrying you around wherever. He's also a great person to sleep/nap with. His big arms are great if you ever want to feel extra safe. Will not let you touch hot food.

Leo is such a fucking try-hard for this that it's hilarious. If you wanna talk, he'll be right there, listening for every word. Do you feel sad? Let his one-liners and horrible jokes make you cringe so hard you laugh! Do you ever feel unsafe? Don't worry, your friend's got you covered!

D'Nello babies in a similar sense to Raph, but more critical. He makes sure your body is having a healthy intake of its needs: the amount of sleep, hydration levels, nutrition, and anything of similar sorts is managed by him. Is your sugar friend(?): he buys anything you want or need.

Mikey is also another cuddler like Raph, except he likes to clutch onto your arm or hand while you guys wander around the lair. He likes doing everything with you! (Well, most activites) If you're an artist, you guys can draw together, or if you're a pianist (totally not projecting) he'll sit down and listen to you play!

If you're ever sick or hurt, they're swarming around you. Both panicked and serious about getting you back in health. Donnie's going to be the worst one out of them all though. He won't leave your side unless he absolutely has to or is fetching something.

All of them will try to partake in your interests. Donnie probably will only do this because it's about you, his favorite person in the universe.

They have a hidden "who's the favourite chart" underneath one of Donnie's structures. Every week they try to debate who's the favourite.

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The guilty fantasy of wanting to be babied is overpowering meeeee.

- Celina

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CAN I JUST SAY i’m soooooo in love with all of your fics. besides EVERYTHING i could say about the perfect characterization and how sweet erwin and levi are always written, ur style is so distinct and easy to get sucked into. maybe i’m biased bc hurt comfort is my fav thing ever but i just adore your fics. i think i’d had ‘appearances’ and ‘fix you’ bookmarked for years and then i found ‘rice porridge’ and i’ve been binging everything else since. (i hope u don’t mind a long ask lol i just rly needed to say)

as far as i saw, your requests are open, so can i request an eruri in canonverse in which erwin has just become commander, so he has a very very heavy workload. he promoted levi to his captain almost as soon as he had the power to lol, and so their relationship is new and levi has been working wayyyy too much (as usual) to help erwin. so he’s been forgetting to eat a lot.

(for context, levi is so used to feeling hunger pains from his time underground that he doesn’t really notice the signs, and he disregards his own health anyway).

erwin has been working so much he’s barely noticed. but then levi passes out in front of him or something like that? hurt comfort follows<3 even if u choose not to answer, thank u for all ur beautiful fics

helloooooo my lovely anon!!! <33 hope ur doing well!! thank u SO much for ur kind words, you made my whole month hehe

hope u enjoy what i whipped up for ya~

Catch Me When I Fall

warnings: eating issues (aka levi works too hard and forgets food is a thing)

Levi’s face was a bit hollow. His cheekbones; even more defined than usual. Of course, if Erwin had ready access to a mirror, he’d probably find the same appearance on his own face.

They were all tired. If he showed favoritism for his captain it would only serve to delegitimize his freshly earned position. However, he told himself that he would check in with Levi the next time they had privacy.

Although, the likelihood of that being any time soon was certainly dwindling.

Miche rushed in with another pile of notes, he mumbled something about them needing extra eyes on the field— a necessity he directed to Levi. But Levi seemed to hesitate, in fact, he hadn’t moved since Miche came into Erwin's office. Miche had to tap him on the shoulder before he blinked heavily and started towards the door.

Miche gave Erwin a look as Levi left, to which Erwin replied with a shrug. He got to work glancing through his growing pile of papers, threatening to topple off his desk.

—

The yard was cold. No, it was freezing. But Levi had hardly been outside ten minutes before he untied his cravat and unbuttoned his shirt. Levi was hot. He didn’t even care if the cadets gave him weird looks where he stood, pinned to the brick of the training yard walls. In fact, they should’ve been more focused on their drills. He should’ve yelled at them by now.

But he wasn't all the way there. The yard seemed to sizzle and blur underneath the beat of the cold winter sun, and if words wished to spring from Levi’s lips he knew he’d have to rack them right out of his chest. It was all far too much effort.

Another sharp pang shot through him. On the surface, of course, he hardly blinked. But inside, he felt like he might get sick. It had been happening again lately— those pangs, the dizzy spells, the nausea. Like he was that same sickly little kid again. It was just the stress of his new position, he knew that. That was the only explanation. He was just stressed.

But so was Erwin. And he’d be damned if he let Erwin think he couldn’t keep up. The man had curated a position especially for him, how could he spit in the face of that kind of honor? Levi had never been this high up before. To live above ground, to have a roof over his head, running fucking water too? He should’ve been grateful, not reeling with a sickly feeling in his gut.

Weakness was not expected of him, so he would keep it that way. He would fight through it, just as he did every time before. He’d keel over before he asked for a break.

With that in mind, he called out to his cadet group, leading them back into focus.

—

It wasn’t until hours after dinner that Erwin saw Levi again. Truth be told, he hadn’t even noticed the time pass by. Levi seemed to slip through his door, without a sound or word. It was a common occurance and for whatever reason Erwin felt comfort in the familiarity of it.

He felt Levi approached his desk slowly as Erwin continued to annotate.

“There’s the… uh—” Levi’s voice wavered for a moment, as if he were struggling to remember his next few words. He quickly tried again, “—the equipment supply report. We’re especially low on fuel. As per usual.”

“Excellent,” Erwin replied, although it was anything but. He scribbled down a reminder to mention this in his pitch to central command in the coming week.

Levi was still standing in front of his desk, a cue that Erwin had clearly missed for a few passing moments. “Levi, is there anything else you’d like to add to your report?”

“No.” Erwin could hear Levi clear his throat again. This finally got him to look up from his work. “Uh, no. Nothing else.”

Erwin’s brow pinched together. Was Levi swaying?

“Are you alright?”

Levi nodded shakenly but then frowned as if he were thinking rather pensively about something. Erwin did not recognize this look on his captain’s face. It was almost as if he were confused.

Then Levi huffed a humorless scoff, “It’s strange… There’s uh… there's two of you.”

Before Erwin’s brow could even begin to lift, Levi’s palms met his wooden desk with a bang. His eyes fluttered, then rolled back— his body going slack. Erwin was up in an instant, throwing his arms around Levi and wrapping him in his clutches as they fell together to the wooden floor.

“Levi!” His partner’s head was lolling listlessly in his arms, he was clearly struggling to grasp his situation still.

“Erwin… What’s…?”

“Shh… Levi. You’re alright. I have you now.” Erwin settled him to lay a bit more horizontal, so he’d be comfortable.

“I don’t… I don’t feel very well.”

Erwin huffed, “Yes. I can see that now, my dove. Is this better? Just lay out for me and breathe. Can you do that?”

“Mm,” Levi murmured, breathing through his nose and closing his rolling eyes.

Just then Hanji came bouncing into the room, slamming the door open. “Erwin! I finally finished–” Their eyes trailed around before settling on Erwin who looked at them with a terrified expression. “Oh shit.”

Their expression fell flat and serious as they kneeled next to their commander and his captain. “What happened? Is he alright?”

Erwin was pulled from his haze of anxiety and carefully placed a hand on Levi’s forehead. “A little clammy. I don’t think he’s unwell. He just… He fainted.”

“He’s skinny, isn’t he? Too skinny, Erwin. Shit, I didn’t even notice until…”

“Help me lift him.” Erwin felt like screaming. He felt like he might scream until his lungs burned to ash. “Help me, Hanji.”

—

Everything felt light when his eyes finally peeled open again. Just before shame and guilt could pool in his stomach from the reality of the situation he was in, Levi felt a sort of lightness. His head didn’t ache as badly but his body felt without use. Like if he lifted his hand he might just break away into pieces all together.

When Levi’s cool eyes settled on Erwin, he wished that he could break away. His commander was asleep, draped across Levi’s chest with a hand wrapped around his in a tight grasp, as if Erwin was willing him to stay even as he slept. Maybe especially while he slept.

He must’ve been exhausted. Levi felt a sinking feeling once he realized this exhaustion was partially his doing. How long had Erwin stayed by his side in the infirmary, waiting for him to wake, before eventually passing out like this? It had felt like a long dream. A deep sleep. And Erwin had surely been awake while Levi agonized him with his absence.

Levi involuntarily gave Erwin’s hand a tight squeeze. Maybe it was an apology of some kind.

“Lee…” Erwin whispered, or more so mumbled into the fabric of Levi’s hospital gown. His head turned and his sleepy eyes blinked, once then twice.

“I’m here.”

“Levi?” Erwin repeated himself, this time more clearly and with wide eyes full of instant relief.

“I’m sorry, Erwin.”

Erwin sat up straight, his hand relinquishing Levi’s grasp.

“You’ve been asleep two whole days. Unless I’ve just slept away another day with you.”

Levi nodded, noticing how Erwin let his apology roll right off his shoulders. As if he didn’t wish to hear it.

“You’re on strict IV fluids but when you feel up for it, the nurse will bring you a bit of bread, alright?”

“Erwin—” Levi released a sigh as he spoke, but Erwin was quick to cut him off.

“No,” Erwin seemed to rein in his irritation, as if now was not the time for it. “No, Levi. I won’t hear objections. Not now. Not after what happened in my office.”

Levi closed his pale, cracked lips. Erwin fiddled with his hands.

“You didn’t tell me you weren’t well. I could’ve done something. I mean—.”

“That’s not your fault. I… Erwin, I've never been good about remembering… this kind of thing. It slipped my mind.”

“You’re malnourished. Anemic. You lost consciousness, Levi.” His voice was near a whisper once he spoke again. “Two days.”

“And what does that have to do with you?”

Erwin may have his emotions sealed away but Levi was not keen to follow suit.

“I fucked up okay? I was pushing myself and eating right just fucking slipped my mind, what do you want me to say?”

“I’m your commander now, Levi. Your life is in my hands. I was overworking you. I was.”

“As self centered as that is, Erwin, I am my own person and when I make a mistake it’s on me,” he bit into the last word with bitterness. “This happens from time to time. I’m not good with… reading myself. Knowing what I need. Until I’m at a breaking point.”

“Like your body is in survival mode, all the time.”

Levi nodded weakly.

“I see,” Erwin sighed, putting his hand through his hair as they sat in the quiet for a long beat. “No matter what the reason, there had to be one for you to not tell me right then, before you passed out. Can you please just tell me that?”

Levi felt his very muscles tense.

“I’ve always been this way. I don’t want you to take it personally. I’ve been on my own so long, I’ve been down so long… I don’t know how to lean on someone. Especially when I’m not even sure what’s wrong.”

Something painful to witness pooled in Erwin’s gaze. He was hurt by this. In a way that Levi had never seen. In a way that Levi didn’t think was even possible.

If there was at least one thing Levi was certain of, he didn’t want Erwin to ever feel this pain again.

“But I’m willing to learn,” he whispered, hesitating as he pulled Erwin’s warm hand into his own again. “If you’re willing to teach me.”

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