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wifey-ohara · 8 months

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I wanna see Hobie with a motherly figure!!!!

Reader who knows when something's wrong and is the one to ultimately get him to break down and tell them what's wrong. Just taking care of him.

I am requesting an emotionally angsty fic. Kind of based on the vibe of the last part of Mama's Boy by Dominic Fike.

TLDR; Stoic Hobie broken down by Reader's kind words and caring demeanor

🥺🥺

Not(?) my mother

Closed off!Hobie&motherly figure!Reader

Notes: mama bear reader, very patient reader, mean hobie, fem reader, platonic,lots of timeskips, behavior improvement, i like writing platonic hobie sm that's why I'm positioning miguel requests I'm sorry, i couldn't decide if i do hc or a fic so here's both! Not proof read

💙when hobie got dragged to spider society, he didn't like it

🩵his life was already a mess, being a spider(and keeping it a secret) , in a band, his living conditions, he didn't need for more people to order him around and making him filling up report after every mission (miguel), he already had enough

💙so he was so very rude to everyone, which made people avoid hin and rank him with miguel in "people to not talk to" list

🩵except you, you were one of the older members in the spider society(in age and in how long you've been working), and saw right through him

💙so you just tried getting closer to him, which got weird looks from others, but you didn't care

🩵he'd be rude and push you away, but you sticked to your goal and kept trying to get closer to him

💙seeing you so determined and kind to him, made him a little softer towards you

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~"hey hobie! " you walked towards his table, two lunch plates in hand

His narrowed eyes snapped to you, frowning even more "what do you want?!"

You smiled "i want to have lunch with you" you passed him his plate and set yours down

"whatever" he rolled his eyes getting up and leaving.

Sighing, you watched him leave.

"you know he's not gonna befriend you, right?" peter said, plate in hand as he sat down beside you

"he'll open up eventually" you replied, popping some of your food in your mouth

"if you say so" he shook his head

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"choose you partner and then you're free to go on the mission, be quick" miguel told you

"got it boss!" you said turning on your heel and leaving his office hearing the door closing behind you as you tapped on you watch, calling hobie

He picked up at on the seventh ring, his face appearing on the screen, snarling at you

"what you want!?" he snapped

You smiled "i have a two people mission, come on quickly! Or miguel is gonna have my head" you laughed

"why me?!" he argued, eyebrows forrowing even more

"because you're one of the best i know, and i like how you fight" you reasoned

Even if you saw his eyes widening a bit, you pretended you didn't

His frown relaxed into a grumpy look "fine" he grumbled, standing up

The line was cut after, and you almost jumped in giddiness at him agreeing to your ask.

' progress!' You thought as you walked to the gate of HQ

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"Hobie! I'm going to cafe across the street, want something? "

His eyes snapped from his guitar into you, clearly taken aback by the the question

"what?- um- just-" He sputtered,then took a deep breath "just get me whatever you're getting" he answered, looking away

"ok! See ya!"

He pretended that the constant checking for time was because he wanted his drink and not so he can spot if you stayed for too long and were in danger

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You were sitting reading your book when hobie flobbed himself down beside you with his headphones on his ears, and he put his, rather old music listening device on the table

"hi" you said, eyes moving to study the device

You opened your mouth to ask about ot whem you saw hobie eyeing you with a glare that screamed "comment on it, i dare you"

You sealed your lips together and held in a lil giggle

You told him your favorite song after some time

And pretended to forget that you did so when you heard him humming it and he said "everyone knows it"

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"Look!" you yelled to hobie, a kitten on hand

You two were done with a mission and just helping civilians around when you found a little, fluffy, gray kitten and decided to show hobie

He turned his head where you were and saw the cute fluff ball you were holding

He gave it a little thought but then came to you, getting on eye level with the cat and gave it a few pets and then

He checked

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🩵that's how you n hobie became friends- sorta

💙it was a very slow process, but thats fine

🩵you were older than him so it kinda became a mother/son relationship, you loved it

💙Slowly but surely he'd start the conversation, he'll sit beside you instead of leaning on the wall in the far back in meetings, he'd share his music with you, maybe play you your favorite songs on his guitar

🩵but he'd always is stressed, and never talks about his feelings

💙you'd always tell him that you're here for him and that he can tell you anything, he never does tho

🩵until one night when you heard knocking on your door

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You opened the door confused on how did the pizza come so fast

"this have to be a rec-Hobie! What happened?!" you asked worried

He was a mess, his body shaking with silent sobs, tears a waterfall from his as he looked down

"i don't have anyone else to go to" he mumbled, trying to keep his sobs quiet..

"oh my god come here" you reached out dragging him into you, one arm embracing him, the other following suit after shutting the door

His hand shot to your shirt, grabbing it for dear life, burrying his face in your chest

"Do you want to talk about it? " you asked

He nodded, another sob making his body shake

"alright, let's go to the couch then" you adviced, pulling him gently to the sofa, he let you do that with ease, he never did that, there has to be atleast some resistance from him, it worried you even more

And he did, he told everything, how he was basically homeless if not for the little boat he lives in, how his life is getting too busy with the spider society, his band, him being a spider and how he can't draw a line to it how it all blurred together and it's making his head hurt

He cried and sobbed and your shoulder, and you let him, you held him and patted his back

you ignored the pizza delivery when it arrived because he was half asleep in your hold

You slept ob the couch that night, giving him your bed

He made you breakfast the next morning, as a thank you he said, but you told him that there's nothing to be thankful for, Hugging him once more

And if he didn't notice, you teared up when he said "thanks, mom" when he broke the hug to go back to cooking..

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💙needless to say that you had a talk during breakfast, giving him solutions for his problems, one of which was to move in with you, he obviously refused at first, but you were determined, he gave up and told you that he'd think about it

🩵you had a talk with miguel and you told him that hobie isn't reporting after missions, which almost turned into an argument if not for you leveling him with a glare and telling him that if you found out that he didn't tell hobie to stop writing reports, you'd deal with him your way, that made miguel quiet and agree.

💙just as you are protective of hobie, hobie is protective of you, he beat up some spider person just because he heard them talking shit about you

He did move in with you, but kept tip-toeing around the house, to which you had a serious talk to about how he was welcome over cookies.

🩵he's called mom by mistake lots now, he doesn't notice often, but when he does and tries to apologize you'd have none of it

💙he'd start to open up to other too, which scared them but they got used to it with time and he made friends, and you werd so happy and proud of him

🩵you attend all his concerts now, which used to worry him, because they weren't the most family friendly places to be, but you didnt mind, and actually supported him every step of the way

This turned out way longer then planned but i loved writing it sm, next is probably going to be a miguel request (of i don't get distracted by hobie again)

#spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown x reader #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #hobie brown #platonic

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no-mercy-bby · 2 years

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Hi, Abby! 😁 So you take requests? 🤭 I was wondering… is there any way you might could maybe write a soft!ledger!joker piece?🥺 I hope you have a great day💙

Hey Allie!! :) and at the moment I did take requests lol- sorry this took so long- I really couldn't think of a good idea, but I currently have a lil headache so:

[Very soft!J, he's not wearing his makeup in this btw, possibly ooc, not proofread, and I couldn't find a good gif💀]

Just A Headache

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You were laying back on the cushy old couch, arm tossed over your eyes as the sunlight from the sunset snuck past the blinds you pulled shut. You just had a headache, and it probably was from sinuses, but that didn't ease the throbbing pain in your head.

If it wasn't for J calling you and saying he would be back in Metropolis tonight, you absolutely would already be snug in your bed after popping a couple pain pills. However, he had called, and he would come over soon. You try to will yourself to get up, to maybe cook or order something in, but you end up flopping back further into the cozy embrace of the couch. You nuzzle your face against the soft fabric of the couch cushion, assuring yourself after a little nap that you'd get up, and get ready for J to come home.

You only wake up once your apartment door shuts, and tiredly- oh so very tiredly- you glance up. There J stands, the gray flat cap on his head hiding his fading green waves, his suit coat and pants were also matching gray as he fiddles with the keys on his key ring. From where you were watching him from the couch, you couldn't quite see the pattern on his shirt, but you assumed it would be something unusually normal for him. J always seemed to get a kick out of hiding in plain sight. He'd probably just sat for a couple of hours in the back of a Greyhound bus in too normal attire simply to get here. Home to yo-

"-Whatcha staring at, honey?" J chimes, his hand coming up to unconsciously scratch at his face, and unknowingly shielding his scars from your view.

"You, J." You murmur sleepily, still tired despite just waking up.

"Oh, is that right?" A grin spreads across his bare lips, and gosh, it only makes you want to kiss him. That boyish, cheeky, flirty grin. He's as handsome as he is smart.

"Mhmmm."

"Did ya just wake up, sugar?"

You don't even get to answer, as he comes to kneel before you on the couch. His hand moves to cradle the side of your face that wasn't pressed into the couch, and to say you melted into his gentle touch would be an understatement.

"How'd you know?" You mumble the question, as his fingers rub circles into your neck below your ear.

"Your eyes are all squinty, it's real cute," J chuckles, before ducking down and softly pecking a kiss to your temple," Although you've got to tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong, J." You try to assure him.

"Nuh-uh, not buying it sweetheart, try again."

"It's really nothing; it's just a headache."

"Just a headache," J copies you in a too high pitched tone," You didn't even wake up until I shut the door. You were out cold, suga'."

"I was tired," You breathe out, as his fingers wander to the back of your head, and carefully rub circles there now. His deep, dark eyes simply blink and you sigh, "Okay, I'm still tired, happy?"

"That your noggin's aching? No, I'm no monster. Happy I get to take care of you? Absolutely, sweetheart."

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Goodnight, I love y'all <3

#joker x reader #tdk!joker #tdk!joker x reader #heath ledger!joker #heath ledger!joker x reader #the dark knight #i feel like i'm just making up tags💀#tdk joker #heath ledger #joker #the joker #the joker x reader #dc x reader #dc villian x reader #i wrote da #ledger!joker x reader

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kittydoremi · 24 days

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Sonelise, Shadamy and Sonadow for the ship bingo? :>

Sorry for taking so long to answer ><

(Btw was a bit confused by the space that said therapy, so I took it as "this ship is like therapy to me, it comforts me 💖")

SonElise

My beloved 🥺💙🤍

I could gush about them for days. I love them so much. I wish I would've gotten into the ship sooner. I stayed away from the ship up until a few years ago because of the whole fandom stigma around it, but one day I said "fuck it, this ship is cute" and started to openly ship it, and my love for the ship only grew since 😊

Sonadow

Very cute! Some reasons I like sonelise also fall into why I like sonadow, two introverts being cute dorks 💙🖤

also, even though I know their Prime characterizations aren't their canon characterizations, I do like Sonadow Prime as its own thing. It was pretty much the only thing I liked about Prime lol 😅

Shadamy

I'm not SUPER passionate about most ships with Amy, but Shadamy probably has to be my favorite Amy ship. It's very cute, and I much prefer the dynamic to s0namy. They're both passionate in their own ways. Also, Amy can help Shadow to open up while Shadow can help Amy to be more grounded. 💖🖤

I'm not a fan of the fanfiction tropes when Shadow is written to only like Amy because she reminds him of Maria, or when Sonic is written to be a jealous asshole to make Shadow look better. But there are alot of great shadamy fics and ways of writing shadamy that don't fall into those tropes.

#sonic the hedgehog #princess elise #sonelise #sonic 06 #sonic #sth #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #shadamy #s0namy #sonadow #sonic ships #my asks #sonic opinions #ask game

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kayluh1915 · 9 months

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can we get the ianthony kisses from kiss currency YouTube video?

I think new ianthony shippers need to be remind of that video?

please and thank you.

psssst, disclaimer…

Oh, absolutely! Given the recent influx of new shippers, I think it's important to bring up a lot of other important moments, not just the kiss(es)! There are plenty more where these come from, but the following are just my favorites in no particular order!

The First and Second Kiss Password to the second kiss video is: ianthony

You heard me right, folks! There actually were three kisses, but one of them was a head kiss (later in the list). It's just as cute as the other two, but if we're talking lip kisses, there's only two of those... for now😉

only a picture for the second one because the video file sucks which in turn makes a horrid quality gif.

The Ass Smack

Dude, I remember this blew my mind when it happened the first time. This happened a few months before the first kiss so this was probably the biggest moment that had happened in the fandom at the time. I remember us not being able to shut up about it!

He did slap Ian's ass before in this video a couple months before this one, but it was no where near as influential.

The Ghost Reenactment

If you all haven't seen the 1990 classic romance movie "Ghost..." then what the heck are you doing with your life? It's a tear-jerker, but it's worth the watch especially if you love 80s and 90s media like I do!

Anyways, there's a scene in the movie where they make pottery together. I think this speaks for its self.

edit: i have to go back to work tomorrow and i'm trying to finish this as quickly as possible so i can do my prework week shopping so i'm using one of my old gifs here. hope that's okay.

The Head Kiss

Yes, the second of the three "kisses." As already mentioned, this one doesn't count since it wasn't on the lips. Despite that, it's still extremely cute and is enough to melt your heart! 🥺

edit: oh my god it's fluffier than i remember it being what the fuck i'm dead

And last but not least (in my personal opinion):

Shot in the Dark

For those of you who have been around, you already know why this is my favorite Ianthony moment to date. For you newer guys, let me summarize as quick as I can.

I love this so much because when you take away the context and just look at this clip for what it is... wow.

From just how close they're standing to each other, how Ian asks where Anthony is, how Anthony calmly replies to him, and how Anthony puts his hand extremely close to Ian's face which looks like he's putting it on Ian's face with the silhouettes...dead. Just dead.

old gifs again, sorry... 😬

This took me so long omg. If you guys want, I can do a second post! Since their reunion, I feel like there's a lot of past moments that need to be brought back up just so the newer guys can get a feel of the Ianthony history!

Until then, I hope this post was alright for you my dear!💙💙

#anon #answer #my gifs #kayla's ramblings #ianthony #☀️🔍#ianthony history #I guess that's what I'll call these throwback posts

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random-thoughts4u · 1 year

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Headcanons about how Keigo Takami (BNHA), Taishiro Toyomitsu (BNHA), and Rei Suwa (Buddy Daddies) would confess to gn reader?

GN! READER HC confessions, falling in love scenarios♡

Ok, so this idea is SO CUTE, and you picked such wonderful men too 💗 I hope you enjoy this list. Sorry it took so long! 😊 I hope you don't mind me adding how you met them as well for a bit of a more realistic touch 🥺💙

I wanted a bit more story building! 🐰

I really hope I did them justice. These are a few of my comfort characters 🥺

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♡Keigo Takami♡

❤️ He remembers the first day he saw you. The way you made your way into the bar, he would frequently gather new information. Something about you light up the room. His eyes were stuck for a moment, but he soon shook it off. He had a job to do.

❤️ Months had passed, and he still thought of your face. If only he knew how close he was to seeing you. Then there you stood one day. A sparkling image in the small office space besides another pro hero. You were the newest intern. A glint of excitement shone behind his eyes as his curious gaze greedily took in every ounce of you. Almost as of feeding this growing hunger inside of him.

❤️It takes this man days to become attached to you. It seemed as if every day he was bumping into you in the hall or in need of your help for some obscure task that you're absolutely sure he'd be able to do alone. He never came across as aggressive or creepy. No. He was sweet, gentle.

❤️He respects your bounds as best as he can. There are times he messes up, but that's just part of living. You better bet he'd do what he could to make you comfortable once again. He was learning how to love.

❤️It was a warm spring day when it happened. You were out in the field with him. A small smile graced his features as he held his hand out to you.

❤️Trusting this man with everything you had, you took it. The way his palm cradled your hands had your heart exploding in your chest.

❤️ Noticing the change in your demeanor, he scooped you into his arms. His wings spread wide, creating a gentle gust around you both before the ground below left your feet.

❤️But you weren't scared. Those golden hues lovingly gazing at the city line soon pointed at you. He chuckled before speaking.

"I know it's a bit out of nowhere, but you are one of the most amazing individuals I have ever had the pleasure of meeting."

❤️ With that, a deep scarlet bruised your cheeks as your eyes glistened in want. Every bit of you felt electrified as he rambled on about how kind your were, and what you made him feel.

"I guess... I'm asking if you want to be my partner. Not like a hero team, ya know?"

❤️ As you process his question, your mind didn't even register the roof under your shoes. The only thing you could focus on was the sheepish grin on the man's face. It's not the one he usually wears. Oh no, this one was far better. It was real.

❤️All you could do was toss an arm around him, pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

"I take it, that's a yes?" You rolled your eyes before he lifted your chin with his pointer finger, holding your gazes together.

"Yes, it is smartass~," was all you said as he lightly brushed his nose against your cheek.

❤️Your new nicknames have become "Babybird," "Sunflower," "Angel," "Dollface."

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♡ Taishiro Toyomitsu ♡

🍑You first met Tai after a recent villain attack. He was relentless chasing down the villain that had decided to come into your shop of all places. Well, more like the villain Canon balled through the bricks.

🍑 Pro hero Fatgum, as you'd learned about through various news outlets, had burst through the now shattered wall with a smoking fist. The size of the now small hole was left a missing wall at this point. Dust surrounding you forced a harsh cough from your lungs. Quickly grabbing the attention of the villain.

🍑 Fatgums eyes widened as he saw you trying to hide behind the remains of the front desk of your business. Everyone was supposed to have been evacuated. How were you still here?

🍑Shaking it off, his intense gaze focuses on the villain. Before you could blink, the large hero had dived over the man completely engulfing him with his quirk. The villains arms helplessly waved out as he was swolled hole.

🍑After that day, he found himself checking in in you. He'd profusely apologize about the wall while simultaneously scolding you for not following orders to leave the area. You explained you'd recently broken your phone and had been cleaning with your headphones in. There was no warning for you.

🍑He felt the obligation to look after you, seeing as how oblivious you could be. He'd find himself inviting you out day by day.

🍑It happened during the stat festival. He stared at you with bright eyes, full of joy. A chuckle leaves your lips, and his heart does flips. Before he could stop himself, he asked.

🍑His words flowed smoothly, as they usually did when he became serious. A large hand light drags along your jawline as you both share a gaze. "I'm not sure how to ask this, but I'd be honored to have you as mine.."

🍑His face was burning a deep crimson as his eyes flickered away sheepishly. His heart roared behind his chest as his shaking hand did their best to steady along your jaw.

🍑A timid smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you playfully reach out to him. Your hand cradles something. A gift for him.

🍑He nervously reaches down, holding his palm up to you. There, you sit a small piece of candy. It's the same brand he'd first given you the day you met.

🍑His hand classes over the candy as he gives you a toothy grin. "I'll do all I can for you, sweetheart! I promise."

🍑That's where your story began.

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♡Rei Suwa♡

🔫 It was another day at the playground for Rei. He found himself frequenting the area for a reason he himself didn't know. Maybe the peace after everyone left and the sun was down made him feel serene.

🔫He headed to the swing, a cigarette loosely hung from his lips as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. His fingers play with the lighter that sat inside his pants.

🔫That's when he noticed something. A figure with their back facing him, sitting on his swing. A soft voice hummed out from them, pulling the man in. Curiously, he listened, crossing both arms over his chest to help him relax.

🔫 Whatever spell you had him under was working. He'd come back every other night to find you there. Singing the same song to yourself. He couldn't stop himself from sitting beside you tonight. Silently, he listened as you continued.

🔫Over a year had passed of you both enjoying one anothers company in the late night. He'd even asked you to go places with him after a few months of this ritual.

🔫Rei had become infatuated with you and the peace you brought him. Pretty soon, he had realized he'd fallen deep. Worry laced his eyes as his usually aloof demeanor flakes away. Fear, for a moment, flashes behind his orbs.

🔫He let his guard down. With a small sigh of relief he gave in, wrapping his beds blanket tightly around you both. It wasn't unusual for him to do this, so you responded just as you always did. You snuggled against the crook of his neck as he ran circles along your spine.

🔫 "I think you already know what I want to ask you." Was all he managed to say as his smooth voice lulled you into a safe haven. You smiled against his neck before allowing your eyes to slip shut.

🔫You sat still, finally feeling the wave of relief hit you as he let himself feel. You responded simply by humming, as you did often during moments like these. New feelings, experienced for the first time. It had to be slow. Words weren't needed. Only feelings. For the both of you had beaten down hearts. He knew to take this as acceptance. With that, he placed a small kiss on top of your head as he held you against him.

🔫You will never be hurt. Not anymore. Not if he can help it.

#mha hawks #bnha hawks #gn reader #keigo takami #anime #scenarios #bnha scenarios #fatgum #mha taishiro #taishiro toyomitsu #rei suwa x reader #rei suwa hcs #rei buddy daddies #rei suwa #open requests

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thetaleoflevi · 2 years

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Hi there can I request a doctor reader where she’s the only one Levi allows to treat him and he’s so soft when it’s just the two of them behind closed doors but they are too stubborn to let themselves give in and love so in their minds, if they don’t talk about it, they’re not crossing any lines

I love this, Anon 🥺 I’ve got you! 💙 Sorry it took so long for me to respond, but I wrote and wrote, and I sincerely hope you like it :)

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Pairing: Levi x doctor!reader (fem.)

Content: NSFW, Fluff, Angst, Canon-verse

Content Warnings: Blood and missing limbs, fatigue, biased Levi, injured soldiers, mentions of failed expeditions, mentions of death, thoughts of running away, needles, stitches, 18+ smut, implied past sexual history with Levi, PIV sex, biting, pet names (sweetheart, angel, a couple more), use of ‘miss’ and ‘sir’, 18+ smut x2

Word Count: 4.4k

⭐️Taglist: @urfilgoth @ackermandick

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“Levi?” Hange knocks loudly. “Levi, are you in there? Let me in!”

“What do you want, Hange?” Levi instantly recognizes the booming voice behind the door, and gets up from his chair, brushing off any evidence that showed he was sleeping. He twists the doorknob and allows the crazed looking person into his room.

“You’re never gonna believe it, I—” they finally take a look at Levi after ten seconds of being let in. He looks more tired than usual. Fatigued would be a better word to describe what he looked like. “Were you sleeping?” Hange looks him up and down, then begins to examine every inch of him from afar.

“Definitely not. Now, are you gonna tell me what i’m never going to believe, or are you leaving?” He crosses his arms, waiting for them to stop walking around him.

“You should get that checked out by a medic,” they say, pointing to a dark spot on the back of his shirt. “I thought you would have noticed it before me, Captain Clean.”

“What are you talking about, four eyes? I would have felt it, and seen it if there was something…there.” He sees the crimson spot on his back, and furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “What the hell?” He’s more upset that his shirt is ruined, but nonetheless, it’s strange that he didn’t feel the wound.

“I would check it out for you, but I have to go check on Bean. That sweet, lovable, giant baby is trainable! You guys will be so impressed when I teach him how to talk!” Their eyes gleam with excitement, a blush noticeable on their cheeks as they go into full detail about the things they’ll teach the giant.

“You’re still obsessing over that thing?” Levi rolls his eyes, his loss of interest visibly expressed.

“Of course I am! He’s so cute! I would pinch his cheeks if I wasn’t put in danger for doing so. Anyways, gotta scram. I left some of the new cadets in charge and they’re so scared of him.” They cackle like the cadets’ fear of the monster was unreasonable.

“Wait. Who’s on duty right now? Which medics?”

“Not too many. Mainly because there aren’t too many injured soldiers. Most of them are there for physicals. I saw Oscar and Lynn, and they didn’t have any patients. You should go to one of them.” They step towards the door, grabbing ahold of the doorknob, stopping when Levi shakes his head.

“I’m fine. I’ll just bandage myself up.” He heads towards some cabinets, searching for gauze.

“You shouldn’t let things like that breathe for too long. Something as minimal as that can hinder you in the future.”

He moves objects around, not seeing the gauze anywhere. “I don’t want to talk to those two. They always ask me stupid questions.” The area between his brows creases when the roll of medical white fabric isn’t where it usually is.

“Gabe is also on duty. He’s one of the best medics in the division. He doesn’t have any patients with him, but I think you should get going right now if you want him to check you out.”

“Why the hell is this area so disorganized?” Levi mutters to himself, disregarding Hange’s recommendation.

“That pretty lady you stare at all the time is there too.”

He stops moving objects around, turning around with a confused expression.

“I’m not blind. I corrected that a while ago,” they chuckle wildly. “I think she has one patient right now. You can see if she’ll take you right after, but i’m not sure if she has a waitlist.”

Levi stops scrambling through the cabinet, shutting the doors in defeat. He’ll have to reorganize the whole thing later.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I observe everyone all the time,” he defends.

“You stop aging when you look at her, and i’m gonna leave it at that because regardless of how much you argue the opposite, i’m right. Bye now!” They pull the door open, closing it for two seconds before peeking in again. “Seriously, though, go see her. You look pale as a ghost.” The door shuts again, leaving Levi in his loneliness like before.

It’s not the conversations with the other medics that bother Levi, it’s their levels of expertise. He knows the medics Hange mentioned before are more than capable of taking care of a simple scratch or a gash, and they can tell him everything that’s wrong with him, but they’re not on your level.

He trusts you solely because he knows you work like you run the place, which you basically do. He’s seen the way you handle the rush of injured soldiers when an expedition has gone horribly. There are hundreds of them, and you treat them all to the best of your ability. You divide your time with every soldier so that each one gets the proper medical care. You want them all to live, and if they aren’t allowed that luxury, you want them to rest easily.

You take control when other medics begin to panic, too overwhelmed by the image of missing limbs and blood drenching the wooden wagons the half awake soldiers are carried off of. You talk to the medics, and remind them of why they are so important—why they are so depended on. It eventually calms them, and they carry on to fulfill their duties. You will never fall apart on them, and Levi respects that of you most of all. He aspires to be that kind of role model for his subordinates.

He sees right through your brave façade, though. The way you struggle to eat, hours after taking care of a soldier who got his leg torn off by an abnormal titan. He sees the bags beneath your eyes, the aftermath of seeing just as much gore in your dreams as in real life. You’ve trained yourself to be professional, to not look away when you see a bone that is supposed to be covered by muscle, tendons, veins, and skin.

Sometimes he wants to sit with you when you’re the only one in the mess hall. He wants to verbally empathize with you, bring the slightest bit of comfort to your discouraged soul, but he gets so nervous. The sight of your face in your palms is a sad one, one he hates seeing, but he isn’t sure if he can fix it, and if he can’t, he would hate to have the knowledge of having tried and failed.

Levi finally pipes up and makes his way to the medical tents. The last name of every medic is labeled on the entrance, so he heads for yours. He hears groaning and a scream that is immediately hushed by a soft voice.

“I’m sorry you’re in pain, but I promise you’ll feel better once i’m done. Two more minutes, please. Be as still as a statue for me, Mr. Ellis,” you say as you stick the needle into the man’s bicep and pull the suture through.

Levi looks through the open part of the tent and searches for you, scanning left to right until he sees you with your hands on a fellow scout. The space between your brows creases due to the amount of concentration you devote to stitching the man’s arm up correctly. You don’t want it to heal incorrectly, so you keep the sutures as straight as possible. The needle goes in one more time, a few bitten back groans leaving the trembling man.

“Good to go, Mr. Ellis,” you say as you snip off the thread attached to the final stitch. “Please, make sure to come back if the stitches come undone, or if you have symptoms that do not seem normal.”

“Symptoms such as?” The man asks, standing from the chair.

“Such as redness or swelling around the area. If the stitches come undone, please return immediately. Otherwise, those are just some symptoms, but if you see that it just doesn’t look right, come back as soon as possible.” You smile politely.

“Thanks, doc.”

You nod, and watch as he makes his way to the exit. He stands near the entrance of the tent and you can see his right elbow bend, so you assume he’s saluting to someone.

“Afternoon, Captain Levi.”

Levi nods wordlessly, moving aside so that the man can get out of there.

“Am I cutting any sort of waitlist?” He asks, entering the tent.

“Well, technically my next patient won’t be here for another thirty minutes. Depending on what you need, I could just say my last patient took more time than I thought he would.”

“Aren’t you an angel,” he sits down in the chair near you.

“I guess you could say that,” you chuckle. “To what do I owe this visit, Captain Levi? Need some charts? Need a massage? Need some stitches?”

He snickers, remembering the adorable look on your face earlier as you poked into the poor man’s skin. “None of the above. I might take up your offer for a massage some other time, though.”

“It’s a once in a lifetime act, so save it for when all your muscles ache,” you grin.

“Will do, miss. So, i’m here to get something checked out. I didn’t even notice it until Hange pointed it out.” He turns his back to you, showing you the blood-stained spot on his back.

“Wow, that’s a lot of blood. Do you mind taking your shirt off so I can take a look at the wound?”

“Not at all. One second.” He pulls his shirt out of his trousers, unbuttoning every button quickly before pulling the shirt off and setting it on his lap. He turns his back to you again, and you can see the damage.

“Yikes, that’s some injury. You might actually need some stitches.” You place a hand on his side to balance yourself as you lean forward to further examine the gash. He jumps a little at the contact, the coldness of your hands contrasting his warm skin. He remembers the last time your hands touched his bare skin. The scene shows up sometimes in the dreams he occasionally has.

“Sorry, just wanted to take a closer look.” His skin is as smooth as ever, regardless of the scars and bruises that litter it. There are more there than the last time you saw him like this. “I’ll have to disinfect it before anything else. We can’t let it get worse. Since it’s such a deep cut, if it gets infected, the infection will spread within your body, and cause some serious damage to the tissue beneath your skin.”

“Do what you must, doctor. I trust you.” He turns to face you again, eyes taking in your appearance. You always look like this, so disheveled and messy. Your hair is in a bun, hair sticking out of the round shape like blades, and your bangs are tucked behind your ears, the strands reappearing beneath your earlobes. The only time you ever looked more beautiful was that night he stayed with you in the tent. You didn’t sleep, and he didn’t sleep.

“I’ll need you to lay on the bed over there. Let me just grab some supplies really quick, and i’ll be right there.”

He follows directions and lays on the bed, on his stomach. You grab some gauze, and your needle and thread, unsure of whether you’ll need to use them.

“Okay, i’m going to sterilize your wound quickly. If it hurts too much, let me know and i’ll give you a minute. I doubt something like this would hurt you though, Mr. Humanity’s Strongest,” you talk to distract him from what you know hurts like hell. “Now, how in the world did you rip yourself open like this?” You ask.

“It’s not as interesting as you may think. It wasn’t during a heroic act or anything like that. I was landing really quickly onto a tree, and I full on slid against a thick branch that stuck out of it. I think that’s when it happened, but I wasn’t focused on the damage at all. I was just trying to make it back here alive.”

You pat the area dry with some cotton pads.

“That’s pretty interesting in my opinion, and I strongly believe that anytime you’re out there beyond the walls, on your expeditions, you’re committing heroic acts because it’s for the good of humanity.”

“That’s an interesting statement coming from the person who brings every one of us back to life when we return. I want you to know, your work doesn’t go unnoticed. Not by anyone. Not by me.”

You feel your face grow warm. The Captain has always been sweet to you, complimenting your courageousness, and asking how you’re feeling once all his soldiers have been mended. It’s…sweet.

“Thank you, Mr. Ackerman.”

You determined the severity of his wound, deeming stitches unnecessary. You’ll just patch it up, and send him back out with some extra gauze and ointment.

“Today is your lucky day.”

He smiles against the cushion. “Why is that, hm?”

“Looks like you don’t need stitches,” you spread some ointment on the wound, patching it up right after.

“Damn, I was really looking forward to getting a needle poked through my skin. Maybe next time.”

You rub the patch, making sure it stays on. “Right? I was really enjoying my time with you. Now I have to take my next patient.”

Levi sits up on the bed, his feet dangling on the edge.

“I’m sure we can find some time to chat later on.” His slate colored eyes peer into yours. They have that mischievous glint to them that had you sweating beneath him last time.

“Or…my patient took more time than I thought he would?”

“You’re bad, sweetheart,” he grins. “We’ll find some time later. Right now, we both have responsibilities,” he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Fine. You better find me later, then.”

“Hello? Doctor, are you in there? Oh, Captain Levi. Good afternoon,” another scout enters the tent.

“I’ll be going now,” Levi says, putting his shirt back on.

“Don’t strain yourself too much out there.” You say, putting away your unused supplies. “I’ll see you later,” you mutter.

He nods, walking towards the exit.

“Doc, I have this really sharp pain in my knee. I think it’s from the time that…” the soldier’s voice trails off as you hold eye contact with the Captain again. It’s not an innocent glance—far from it. It makes your heart race, and your face flushes when he mouths ‘focus’. He finally exits the tent, leaving just you and the patient. The young man had to repeat the entire story again because you weren’t paying attention the first time.

—

The day ended with Levi continuing to train the cadets at his full extent, regardless of you telling him to take it easy. He won’t just stand there and watch the young soldiers-to-be fail continuously. Two, three times is okay, but after the fourth and fifth time of seeing most of them falling like rag dolls, he decides it’s time to show them how it’s supposed to be done.

Afterwards, he spectates the soldiers that have been put into pairs, as they go against each other in hand-to-hand combat practice.

“Firm stance,” he advises to a young man with wobbly knees. The cadet adjusts his stance and prepares to spar with his partner, only to be laid flat on the ground within seconds.

“That wasn’t a very firm stance now, was it?” Levi says, looking down at the cadet who just lays there, groaning from the pain of the impact on his head. “I barely put any force into that kick. Now get up and show me a stable form.”

He spent time with every group, pointing out the flaws in the way they fought, and correcting them. Many of the cadets hated him by the end of the day. They hated him for how rough he was, and how violent he seemed to be, but Levi couldn’t care less about what they thought. He was told to watch over the new kids for the day, and he fulfilled his duty. How was he supposed to know that they were babied up until then?

—

The sky had darkened completely, the stars and the crescent moon now visible in the sky. Levi left his office in search of you, but when he arrived at your tent, you weren’t there. Maybe you were in the mess hall again. He searched there and didn’t see you anywhere. There was one more spot he could think of where you might be. If he doesn’t find you there, he’ll call it a night.

Not finding you will be his sign to stop looking for you all the time. He shouldn’t be spending this much time with you, anyway. You’re busy, he’s busy, and this thing between you guys is giving off the illusion of living the perfect life.

Aha.

“I was looking everywhere for you,” Levi says, sitting on the grass next to you. He can clearly see the piles you made with the grass you ripped out of the ground. “Did the grass piss you off or something?”

You laugh through your nose. “No, it’s a habit of mine.”

“Ripping the dirt’s hair out? That’s a pretty violent habit.”

He notices the blank look on your face, like you’re lost in thought. “What are you thinking about?” He asks, not looking away.

You stare at all the buildings, and appreciate how beautiful the moonlight makes them look. The blue hue giving the city a dream-like appearance.

“Have you ever thought about leaving this place?”

He considers calling you insane, but instead softens the blow to avoid being hated by you as well. “What gives you an idea like that?”

“I don’t know. I would never do it, but sometimes I like to imagine what it would be like to run away from my responsibilities.” You finally turn to look at the man sitting next to you. He’s not wearing the tan jacket he usually wears over his dress shirt, nor does he have his forest green cape with him. For a second, he looks like an ordinary man with no affiliation to the crowd of people who search for the monsters that are waiting outside for them. No title, no wings of freedom. Nothing. He’s just Levi. Nothing but himself.

“That’s an easy way out, don’t you think?”

You nod, flustered by how easily he shut down the things you pictured.

“If I were to ever do it, you know I wouldn’t tell anyone. I’m only telling you this because you understand how I live. You live the exact same way.”

He leans back on his palms, watching the sheer clouds move slowly in the sky.

“You said you would never run away. How did you go from talking about that to planning your escape if you ever were to run away?”

“I would want you by my side, Captain.” Your face shines in the darkness, the pale blue light painting it. “But…” you sigh, a dispirited smile on your face. “That’s one for the next life.”

The wishful look on your face was heartbreaking as you stared at the countless amount of specks littering the sky. Something about the way your eyes gleam, like there’s a dam about to burst, makes Levi’s heart wrench. He’s usually so quick to think of things to say to you, but for once you have him stunned.

“Ah, enough sappiness. Maybe I should head back to my tent.” You uncross your legs and place one hand on the ground to aid you in getting up. Levi sits up and looks up at you.

“I’ll come with you.” He stands from the ground, peering into your shiny orbs.

“Come with me, then.” You walk ahead, turning to look at him with a grin on your face. He knew what he wanted in that moment. To be realistic, it was all he wanted all the time.

—

“This place looks familiar,” he jokes, sitting on the chair.

“Yeah, you’ve probably been in here before. Say, I think you were here just a few hours ago.” You smile tenderly, a sight that makes Levi’s heart go: bum bum bum bum bum bum.

“How’s the gash?” You ask, folding your coat and setting it on the table.

“What gash? I can’t even feel it.”

“That’s good to hear. Want me to take a look at it again? See how it’s doing?” You wash your hands with some extra water you keep in a jug for emergencies.

“Is that just an excuse to get me to undress?” His lips twitch upwards.

“Jesus, Captain. What is it about this tent that turns you on so much?” You chuckle, heading towards the bed.

“It’s not so much the tent, but the treatment I receive in the tent. Speaking of being turned on, I guess we’ll just ignore the fact that you mask your desire to see me naked with your medical procedures.” His right eyebrow quirks mischievously.

“No, no. I can get you to undress regardless of whether it’s a medical examination or not.”

“Prove it.”

“I will. Come closer,” your index finger does a beckoning motion. He takes slow steps towards you, his eyes on yours the entire time. As he approaches you, standing directly in front of you, you grab his hips and pull him against your body. He’s now wedged between your thighs.

“Remember that time you spent the night in here with me?”

“Very vividly.”

“What if I told you I wanted you like that again?” Your hand comes up to his face, your thumb gliding across his bottom lip, before pulling it down and letting it bounce back in place. Levi was not okay after that. You had this look of hunger in your eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to satiate you.

“I’m in no position to deny you of your pleasure, but I think it should be a fair fight,” his hand grabs ahold of your collar, his thumb brushing the smooth fabric until it reaches the pointy edge.

“You think so?”

He nods, staring down at your exposed neck.

“Oh, Captain Levi,” you sigh, unbuttoning the first two buttons of your shirt. You stop there, enjoying the look of pure enamor on Levi’s face. His eyes scan every inch of skin you reveal, chasing the movement of your hands as you further expose your torso. “I didn’t know you had such a weak spot for an ordinary medic like me.”

He inhales, exhaling deeply, his eyes hooded and feline-like as he takes in your attractive features. “You’re anything but ordinary, precious.”

“Mmm,” you hum, satisfied with the feeling of his hands on your waist. “Because the Captain isn’t a dick to me, but instead, dicks me down every now and then?”

You leave him speechless for a few seconds, a rosy tint appearing on his cheeks. He loves it when you talk like this. You secured your win with that statement, because he immediately began unbuckling his belt, and untucking his shirt from his trousers. His shirt is set aside, and his trousers are partially lowered, his underwear lowered enough to release his throbbing length.

“You fucking win. Now, be mature and take accountability for what you’ve done.”

You look down at the erect figure below, fascinated by how flushed the tip is. You haven’t even touched him that much, and he’s already craving more of you.

—

You fucked like wild animals, the bed creaking beneath you as Levi thrusted into your wet heat. He had to cover your mouth because your moans were only getting louder as he continued to screw your brains out.

“Oh! Fuck, fuck! Captain!” You cry out, holding his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Shh… Let’s keep this between me and you, sweetheart.”

You rest your chin on his shoulder, biting it to muffle your moans as you continued withstand the push and pull of his cock inside of you.

“My—agh—favorite…little medic,” he grunts. “I’m gonna come, i’m gonna come!”

“Shh…come for me. Give it to me, sir.” Your hand goes to the back of his head, gently running your fingers through the smooth strands of hair.

His thrusts are quicker and stronger, and he fucks you like you’re a doll. Shuddering, he watches as you throw your head back in ecstasy, high pitched moans held in, resulting in cautious whimpers being expelled.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, pulling out of you. He gasps as he pumps himself until white, hot, spurts of his cum release.

For a while, all that can be heard is panting as you both attempt to catch your breaths. You giggle as you stare at his dazed expression, his mouth hanging slightly open with short puffs of air leaving and entering.

“That was fun,” you say, breaking the silence.

Little did you know that Levi was head over heels for you. He just didn’t know how to let you know, so he played the part of the fuck buddy. Sex with him was exclusive to you, though. You fucking anyone else was none of his concern, but he didn’t want to be this intimate with anyone else but you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, when he doesn’t say anything. He just shakes his head, and gets dressed.

“Um, well, thank you for making my night so passionate,” you say through a giggle.

“Same to you. I should probably go get myself cleaned up.”

“Right. Wouldn’t want anyone to know that our beloved Captain actually gets laid, huh?” You smirk.

He laughs through his nose, a slight lift on the right corner of his lips.

“Goodnight, miss,” he says, only tenderness in his tone. He wonders if he should kiss you. Would that be too intimate? Would it make you uncomfortable? He doesn’t want to think about this right now, so he settles for squeezing your thigh, before heading back into the Scouts headquarters.

You smile like you’re satisfied with that goodbye, but all you really wanted was to feel his lips against yours. It’s all you thought about while he rearranged your insides. When is he going to kiss me? We haven’t kissed once this entire time. Is this the part where he kisses me? Should I kiss him?

You didn’t, though, because much like him, you were also afraid to push the intimacy to a level that created a permanent bond.

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cubicle-eyes · 2 years

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Lock and Key

Eddie Munson x M!Reader

Requested! Sorry it took so long!

" HIIIII! You'd be very wise to ask for an Eddie Munson x Male Reader, where the reader is pretty quiet and hardly knows how to socialize. However, is Eddie the first person who has the guts to talk to him? and maybe they both feel some connection kdufieigika 🫢 "

I changed the request a LITTLE BIT, because I had some motivation, and I hope you don't mind!! 🥺 Its set up as a headcanon-y thing, since I lost all motivation on my uncalled for absence from the internet foe awhile. However, since I hit 150 followers, in gonna post dump on here. Thanks for your request, and thank everyone for the follows! 💙 Again im so sorry if you dont like it. You can request ANYTHING again and ill do it straight away 💞

- Y/N was definetly the kind to have an entore notebookd edicated to their crush

- With doodles, love notes, and stickers spread across the entire book.

- Y/N had the book for about a month, lying on his nightstand, empty, until he had met Eddie.

- And then, a single sticker adorned the first page. A small, golden star; under it, Y/N had written, in small writing, "Eddie"

- And then it was like the notebook was filling itself.

- Y/N constantly wrote random messages to himself in the book, and then he wrote messages to Eddie, and then he wrote messages about love in general.

- And all of that over a few days.

- Of course, Y/N made an effort to steer himself away from the metalhead.

- And Eddie was sad about that. :(

- And he kept telling himself, "hes just shy. Hes just scared. Youre making him uncomfotable, dont do that."

- But it was hard to keep track of all the times Y/N would shy away from his touchy affection

- So Eddie cornered him in an empty classroom, like every romcom goes

- "Am I doing something wrong?"

"Wh.. What??"

"You- You're always avoiding me, or not reciprocating.. things, and I'm just- confused."

- Y/N felt his heart melt at that, despite Eddies worried face.

- And Eddie melted when he saw Y/N visibly relax.

- "No, it's not you Eddie. I'm just.. not used to this."

"..This?"

"I just- Really like you."

Y/N sighed, and turned his face away. He felt tears well on his lower lid at the silence, and he brought his elbow up to wipe at his eyes with his sweater as no more words filled the room.

He looked up, finally meeting Eddie's shocked expression. He mindlessly was pulling at the end of hia hair.

- "Dont do that. You pull to hard and you'll be bald."

The mood didnt really lighten, despite Y/N's half-hearted attempt at humor.

- "Are you.. are you serious?"

Eddie finally asked, doe eyes glancing away to a window. It was almost four now, and the second to last bus was being loaded outside. Y/N shoved the black notebook into his hands, barely minding the heat on his neck.

"I'm serious...and I'm sorry if what youre looking at creeps you out or something. I swear im not stalking you or anything it's just-"

- "This is for me? You made this about me?"

Eddie grinned slightly, looking up at Y/N. He nodded, feeling a bit more relaxed.

"Stalker."

Eddie said affectionately, setting the book down on a desk and pulling Y/N to his chest carelessly. Y/N flushed, gripping onto him. Eddie placed a light kiss on Y/N's cheek, testing the waters, and Y/N turned his head, letting the metalhead peck his lips this time.

- "I'm just glad you don't hate me."

"What!? I would never."

Y/n laughed, pulling away and grabbing the book and Eddie's hand to lead them out of the school. the rest of the night was spent at Eddie's trailer, cuddled up and watching scary movies.

- And soon, a notebook joined Eddie's nightstand, too.

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neteyamslovrr · 1 year

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Hiya!! First of all, congrats on your 2k milestone , you did that! More than well deserved 💙

Always been a big fan of your works and I was wondering if I could please get a fluff plot 5 story on Rotxo? That poor boy needs so much more love and quality time 🥺💞

Make sure to stay healthy and hydrated and don't overwork yourself! Have a wonderful, badazzling day my love😌

OUR MARUI

im sorry this took so long bae!! i hope u enjoy. i love our little pookie bear rotxo .sorry its short i am struggling with the fluff LMAO (they're so cute i could die)

Moving into a marui together was a big step for all newly mated couples of Awa’atlu. It was no different for you and Rotxo. Building a marui was a way to show your connection and love for your mate. Showing your mate where you wanted to grow old and frail with them. Rotxo was proud of his handy-work, ready to finally start this new phase with you.

Bringing over your stuff felt as if you were carrying the new stage of your life in your hands. It was exciting. Exciting enough it felt as there was a fire a light inside of you, burning from the anticipation of your new life.

Rotxo was doing more of the heavy-lifting, not because you weren’t capable, he simply insisted. “Give that to me pretty girl.” He’d say while taking a large table you were hauling across the tight fabric floor.

“I can carry it myself Rotxo.” You would pout, turning to pick up baskets of small trinkets and ornaments to decorate your shared home.

“I know you can, but I want to carry it for you.” He gave you a small peck on the cheek before moving fast to endure the heavy lifting for a little less time.

You followed behind him hastily, bouncing on the taught fabric to exude some of your radiating joy. You had been looking forward to sharing a home with him since you were teens. It was something you truly thought was surreal.

Placing the baskets down you looked at the way Rotxo crossed his arms, nodding proudly as he surveyed his new home. “Do you like it?” He looked back to you, your expression was spaced out looking in no particular direction as your eyes sparkled in the setting sun. “Is there something you don’t like? Y’know you can tell me anything.” His question was rooted in anxiousness, wary that his mate was not approving of the marui he had built for them.

Your eyes flickered over to the concerned look dripping off of Rotxo’s face, his eyebrows furrowing as his stare was begging you to give him reassurance. Snapping out of your dazed out happy state you immediately rushed over to him. Laying your soft palms on his cheeks you gave him a cheery smile.

“This is more beautiful than I ever could have imagined Rotxo. Thankyou.” He smiled back at you, putting his rough hands on your cheeks to pull you into a sweet kiss. Showing his utter love and appreciation for you.

“It’s just like you then.” His grin was shit-eating, waiting for you to pick up one the compliment he gave. Your face screwed in confusion, eyes squinting as you tried to figure out what he meant. “Because you’re beautiful my pretty girl. So beautiful.”

if you liked this check out my masterlist <3

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ronithesnail · 2 years

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hello!!! I LOVE your style!! I was wondering if I could I pls pls pls request the lowest-effort sketch imaginable of more stimmy Logan,,,👉👈 my little neurodivergent heart is so full 💙🥺

Aaaaa this ask made me sooo happy when i saw it thank you so muchh im so sorry this took so long ive been busy with school and home oof :’)

Anyway ta da :D i used to draw stimmy logan all the time so this was a nice thing to go back to :))))

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 1 year

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any fluffy fic recs? i'm really anxious and need it :(

(My Masterlist)

FIRST OFF!!! UPDATE!!! Just as I started to get inspiration and motivation to write again, my laptop broke. It was old and I should've seen it coming, but I didn't, and lost a bunch of work, and had to spend a ton of money on a new one. HOWEVER I now HAVE that new laptop and it's touchscreen with a 360 degree hinge and I love it and I'm BACK babeeeey!!!

Second off!! Sorry it took me so long to reply anon, for the reasons above, but let's get going on those fluffy recs!!

Here's a couple that I've written:

A Slight Embarrassing Exposure🧡(Around 2k. Arthur walks in on a previously kept secret, and is rather pleased about it. Lots of teasing occurs, but it’s all very soft and loving. Implied but no explicit sexual content. Merleon :D)

Old Friends🧡💙(Morgana and Elyan already know)(Around 4.2k. When Arthur, (good) Morgana, Merlin, and Gwen head back to rescue Gwen’s brother, they all discover a little more about Merlin’s past. Arthur is a little horrified, Gwen is annoyed and then uncomfortable and then fond, and Morgana thinks the whole thing is rather funny. Fluffy Merlyan Reunion :D)

The Never Ending Peace💙(Around 2.4k. The Gang gathers to celebrate one year since magic was legalised. This is nothing but softness and fluff, Merlin sings really well. Merleon and Arwen😄)

Visiting the Druids💙(around 5k. Arthur sees Merlin in Emrys-Mode for the first time, and immediately falls in love. Happy Merthur Ending :))

And here's a few of my Rec List:

5 times Merlin helped Leon through a nightmare (+1 time Leon helped Merlin through his own) OK so I absolutely ADORE this, it's one of my all time favourite BBC Merlin fics, and it's about the growing friendship between Leon and Merlin. There are no romantic ships at the forefront of this, but it's just written really beautifully and I really really Love it (around 9k)

Into the Stars MERTHUR!! Arthur is pining and very stupid, so when he finds out that Merlin loves the stars, he spends HOURS teaching himself about them, so he has something to talk to Merlin about, instead of just.... telling him how he feels. I love this, it's so cute (almost 5k)

A Dragon’s Treasure MERTHUR!!! Super cute. Becoming Dragon Lord has some physical AND mental side-effects, Merlin sorta loves it, sorta hates it. I LOVE this one and it’s just really funny and sweet and cool (around 5k)

Knit up your cloak about you MERLIN/LEON!! It's a favourite rare-pair of mine. All from Arthur's perspective. He is struggling as a new King, and wants to bring his two closest friends and advisors together, because he thinks the three of them could do astounding things if they just start to understand each other properly. He finds he doesn't actually have to put that much work in as he watches their relationship develop. It's just really well written and I love it (around 6.7k)

The Court Sorcerer's New Clothes MERTHUR!! Merlin likes to embroider to de-stress and Arthur discovers this. It's just really sweet🥺 (around 2.1k)

Over, Under, Around Through the Heart MERWAINE!! Braiding hair is a courting ritual in Ealdor. Gwaine has no idea about that when Merlin starts braiding his hair constantly, and frankly, Merlin wants it to stay that way so he can indulge in his little harmless fantasy. Except of course Gwaine figures it out. It's so cute and well written I'm in love with this (almost 5k)

You Love Me background Merwaine, but mostly focused on Elyan and Gwaine's friendship. ADHD Gwaine struggles with low self esteem and Elyan has a few things to say about that. I love it, it's so soft and sweet and wonderful (around 1.2k)

Blackberries, Griffins and a Kiss For You MERCALOT!! Mostly from Gwaine’s point of view. A few of the knights are away and Lance is missing Merlin. Gwaine tries to figure out what the inside joke involving Griffins is, but ultimately leaves them to it and is happy for his besties. It’s so cute. It’s so sweet. Lots of fluff, no dramatics, just cuteness (around 2.5k)

A Father's Wisdom MERTHUR!!! VERY ooc Uther, in which The King can tell immediately that Merlin is Balinor’s son, but assigns him to Arthur anyway. He finds out about their secret relationship and is awkwardly, endearingly supportive, despite being a little befuddled. Look, I hate Uther just as much as the next BBCM fan... but this is amazing. (around 2.1k)

For Now and Always MERWAINE!! Gwaine panics when Merlin is momentarily lost. Merlin makes a joke about marriage, and Gwaine suddenly finds himself completely unafraid of committing himself to someone for the long-term, so proposes on the spot. Straight up fluff. So sweet. So wholesome (around 1k)

Friendship Merlin and Leon friendship. Merlin is struggling to recover after the Lamia, but Arthur forces him and Leon to take a four day trip into the woods so Merlin can teach Leon about herbs and healing. Leon forces a conversation because Merlin is acting odd and it’s just very🥺(around 3.2k)

And for the ULTIMATE FLUFF (Also part of my normal Rec List but I thought it deserved special recognition in the Fluff department):

tell me what it’s like to conquer, tell me what it’s like to burn MERTHUR!! Slow-burn, what if Merlin and Arthur actually had run away together? They get on horses and ride as fast as they can for as long as they can. There’s only so long you can live with the other half of your soul before you fall in love. DOMESTICE BLISS!! THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS EVER!!! (around 2.8k)

I hope this is enough for you anon!! These aren't all the fluffy ones on my Rec List by a LONG shot, but last time I checked I think there were over a hundred fics on there so😅. If you need more, take a browse, or ask me for specific recs :D

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moonchild-in-blue · 3 months

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i had a dream the other night where the world was ending but the sky looked really pretty and it had all these different shades of pink and purple and blue and green and it looked like glass and there was five moons instead of just one and each one was a shade of blue

and even though you weren’t originally part of this dream in any way, i remember looking at the sky and thinking of you still

and then legos took over the world and i woke up

soi brought this for you

a very poor drawing of how i remember one of the moons looking

Finally I can answer this!!!

I love love love your dream - the pretty skies, the moons, the legos 😭. Beautiful, incredible 💙

Love that even asleep you thought of me looking at the blue moons. That's so sweet and 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I am treasuring this forever. Also I just LOVE how you draw your ghosties, super adorbs 🥺👻

Here's a humble rendition of your dream - it's nothing much but i like the sky. Sorry it took me this long, I had to let the watercolours dry fully and wanted to get a picture in daylight.

#please never stop sharing these i LOVE. IT.#darya answers #darya does art #moon

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bluexgreenava · 6 months

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Today I present you my VERY FIRST self-written fanfic, which I haven't posted anywhere yet, except here (≡^∇^≡)

I can't believe I finally realized that idea from my head and finally wrote a little story🥳🥳🥳 It's a really adorable and lovely story about how you feel when you don't have enough attention🥺🥺 I originally wrote it for Sticktober2023, wanted to participate in it and become an enthusiast :3 and here it is, my first writing job in my life 😇😭

Anyway, enjoy the reading and share your opinion in comments, pls pls pls pls :D From now on, I can officially call myself an aspiring fic-writer ✦_✦📕✍️

Green seeks for attention (💚/💙)

Green was sitting on the couch with his leg up, a phone in his left hand and wired headphones in his ears connected to his smartphone. He looked at it, scrolling through the playlist and choosing from the list of favorite tracks an interesting, original and unique melody that you can listen to deeply, and so deeply that you can listen without stopping. That's what's always happened to him, no wonder he's a music lover. Although....sometimes it's boring to enjoy music alone...when there is no one to share impressions about it, no one to get interested with it and no one to feel it with. With this thought, green stickman took his eyes off the phone, bent down and drooped, looking at the black floor for a few seconds. Angry, he threw the phone with headphones on the sofa, got up and walked to the house, said in his head: "My own enjoyment of music is certainly familiar to me, but not always. I hate loneliness and boredom to death... AND IF THEY ARE ALSO TOGETHER..." The last thought made him feel so bad that he stopped, clenched his hands into fists, frowned and with his eyes closed began to beat furiously into the void and wave his hands until he got tired of it, releasing all his accumulated steam. After a while, he opened his eyes and looking at the front door of the house, continued to go there, talking to himself along the way. "Wait a second!! I have friends. I'm sure they won't let me be bored forever.." The anticipation of listening to music together gave him more energy and confidence, even lifted his mood a little. He had long dreamed of listening to and discussing with someone what he liked most in the world, and expecting that this would happen and the boredom would finally disappear, he immediately had a smile on his face.

He opens the door and first comes in, but standing in the doorway, to his orange, literally, empty-headed friend and boldly, a little loudly with joy, asks: "Yo, Secooond!!!! Do you want to listen to music, dude??" In response, only snoring, because Second was sleeping sweetly on his crib and from what Green said, he only turned on his side, continuing to rest. Green noticed this and realizing that he had almost woken up a friend, rolled his eyes and before leaving Orange's room, quietly said: "Oh, my God!! Sorry, sorry, sweet dreams.. I'll come back a little later.".. He tiptoed to the stairs. In his thoughts, walking along it to one of the other floors: "I hope others aren't busy, I really hope" After 2-3 seconds, the door–entrance to Yellow's room opens wide and the green stickman's speech is heard: "Yoo, Yellow!! Do you want to lis-"

"I'm sorry, Green, I can't, not now. As you can see, I'm very busy" – with a serious look, staring only at his laptop and not taking his eyes off it for a second, interrupted yellow stickman his friend. Yellow held out his left hand in front of him as a stop sign, continuing to type and look at the computer. Green was only more offended by this answer, cause it was still very rude.

"Okay, I'm sorry... Good luck in your work!!((" – he said in a sad tone before reaching for the door handle and closing it. The offended green stickman was already silently moving up the stairs, searched remaining rooms, but other two friends weren't there. "So they're outside.." He left the house and headed for Red, but everything was also unsuccessful. Red also turned out to be busy, because it's not easy to wash Reuben from all the dirt and make a beautiful,clean and cute piggy out of a dirty one. Without saying anything, Green sat down on the sofa with his head bowed and his hands hanging down... and out of despair and resentment, he began to cry, covering both eyes with his thin green hands. "I haven't made it... Nobody's interested in me with my music," –thought Green, while he was crying bitterly. No matter how hard he tried, his dream didn't come true. . He would continue to grieve if it weren't for that one, who he forgot to ask...who loves his friends and will never let them hurt. Not far away from the sofa was a stove, on which Blue was cooking dinner for all his friends. But when blue stickman turned his head towards his crying friend, he became worried, put out the fire and ran to calm him down.

"Green, what happened?? Who offended you??" – Blue said, sitting down next to his friend, putting his arm around his shoulders and wiping the tears that were pouring out of his beautiful eyes with a handkerchief. Holding Green's cheeks and looking into his tear-stained eyes, Blue prepared to listen to him.– "Tell me what or who upset you, it's important for me to know, dude"

Sobbing, in Blue's arms, Green said, "With me.. Nobody wants to listen to music with me.. You know, everyone's busy, but I was just bored and wanted attention.. I hate feeling lonely, I wanted to be together with someone and do what I'm interested in."

"Huh, so you just wanted attention.. I know how to help you.. Do you want me to listen to everything you want with you? ッ".

From what he heard, Green was surprised, looked into his friend's eyes and stopped crying, asked again, because he couldn't believe that someone themselves had invited him to listen to music together:

"Y-you really w-want to listen to me?? WILL YOU REALLY LISTEN TO MUSIC WITH ME??!! Green asked in a more confident and joyful tone, to put it mildly.

"Of course, why not?? I wanna admit, that doing any kind of things with you always turns out to be interesting, fun and unforgettable. You really know how to bring pleasure, my friend..."– Blue said with a smile, and wiping his friend's eyes with his hand, he said–"But when you cry, it's not fun and it doesn't bring any pleasure.. I'm all yours, let's listen"

Green hugged his friend tightly by the neck, blushed green and whispered gently in his ear: "Thank you for being with me, Blue, thank you for being there.."

"You're always welcome, Green," –Blue replied with a smile and a blue blush on his face, mutually embracing the green stickman. And so they spent several minutes in each other's arms, snuggling tightly, but then, Green took out his phone, plugged in his headphones and inserted one into his ear, and the other into the ear of blue stickman. They were just listening to a song from our music lover's playlist, closing their eyes and sitting on the couch, hugging each other by their shoulders. Their hearts beat to the beat of the melody, their ears, along with their minds, plunged into the sound and melody.. Green was happy that he was finally able to attract someone with his interests, and after they listened to a few songs, they decided to create their own playlist of favorite tracks.*

*Also below there are some tracks I thought of what they could listen, while I was writing this 🎧 🎵 💚💙

THANK YOU FOR THE READING💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗💖💗 MEANS A LOT TO ME 😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰

#fanfic #bluegreen #avm blue #avm green #ava blue #ava green #alan becker #GUYS I FUNALLY WROTE FANFIC FOR MY FIRST TIME #sticktober 2023 #💚💙#💙💚#I DID MY BEST PLEASE READ IT #Spotify

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Hey swettie!! Rumours said that you're doing panick attack prompts🥺 I'd love to make a request for you if you're ok with thaaaat.

10 and 4, for Piarles🤍💙

Hi dear 😊

I took my time this one, that's for sure, but I had to survive the first semester, and also, I don't really know that much about Pierre so for a while I wasn't even sure if I'll be able to write this story for you.

But it's about a panic attack and it's hard to say no to it, especially when back then this was the only prompt I got in a long time. So yeah, I tried my best with it and I hope you like it.

Oh, and another thing. This is the first time something like this happened, but I forgot to include the actual prompts in the story. I only remembered it was a panic attack prompt, I forgot about the actual lines (10 & 4 from a panic attack prompt list). I'm so sorry. I hope you'll still like it. ❤

Also, dear people who want to request a story from me: please check my pinned post before sending prompts and pairings. It has all the important information about pairings and topics I write and don't write for. Let's make each other's job easier. Thank you. 😊

Charles/Pierre, Arthur • 1067 • crash • mentions of dying • panic attack • fainting • hurt/comfort • crying • a religious moment • Ao3 link

Charles was chatting with Pierre outside the Alpine garage when it happened; a loud bang on the track, carbon fiber flying everywhere, fans screaming and crying on the grandstands. A huge crash in turn one.

“Oh my God, who was it?” Charles asked, immediately turning around to see if he could identify the car from where he was standing but they were too far away to clearly see. He needed to get closer.

The blood froze in Pierre’s veins when he saw the crash on the TV on the wall of the garage. It was Arthur. And it was bad. Very bad.

“Charles, wait!” Pierre shouted when Charles started running. Pierre knew Charles shouldn’t go there. They won’t let him close but he still shouldn’t go there.

Charles didn’t listen to him. He needed to make sure his brother was alright.

A few moments later Pierre was able to catch him but it was too late, Charles had already heard words like “it’s a Dams” and “got T-boned” and “it’s in two pieces”. Charles’ throat tightened and heart pounded as he tried to get closer to have a better view.

“Charles!” Pierre touched Charles’ shoulder to get his attention and to hold him back from wanting to go closer.

“Let me go!” Charles shouted, fighting Pierre’s strong hold on him. “I need to see if it’s Arthur, Pierre. I need to—”

“They won’t let you there, Charles,” Pierre told him, trying to guide him away, unsuccessfully. “We should go back to the garage.”

“Is it Arthur, Pierre?” Charles asked, voice trembling. Pierre didn’t know what to say. “Is it Arthur, Pierre?” Charles asked again, louder, his chest heaving with difficult breaths.

“Charles, come back with me, okay?” Pierre asked, looking into Charles’ scared eyes, trying to quickly find a way to get Charles back to the garage before he'd break down. “They won’t let you go there. Come with me. They’ll tell you everything they know.”

“I need to see my brother!” Charles shouted at Pierre when he tried to pull him away from the crowd that was blocking the view. “I need to see him, Pierre! I need to see if he’s—” Charles’ chest heaved as he tried to breathe but he started feeling like it’s harder and harder to do it. They didn’t let him see his brother. They didn’t… “I need to hold his hand, Pierre. I can’t—I can’t lose him. I can’t—”

“He’s being airlifted to the hospital,” one of the marshalls told them, “They’re working hard to bring him back.”

If looks could kill, Pierre would’ve killed that marshall for saying this in front of Charles.

“W-what do you mean to bring him back?” Charles asked, breath stuck in his throat as the realization hit him. His brother was dying. They were doing CPR on him.

The world started spinning with Charles. He didn’t know where he was, his vision became blurry, he couldn’t breathe, he could only feel his heart racing like it wanted to jump out of his chest. Arthur was dying. His little brother was dying. Dying. Dying. Dying.

And now Charles felt like he was dying too.

“-les, look at me,” Pierre told him while putting a hand on his shoulder to distract him, “You need to breathe—”

“Arthur—”

“Charles, please, look at me,” Pierre asked, trying to help Charles calm down but it didn’t seem to work because Charles didn’t listen to him but started hyperventilating instead. Now Pierre almost started panicking too, seeing how fast Charles’ breaths were and how disoriented he looked. He had never experienced anything like this. He didn’t know what to do.

“I can’t brea— I can’t— My chest—” Charles whispered before his sight went from blur to nothing, his only luck not falling on the floor was Pierre’s quick reflexes and strong hands catching him and preventing him from hitting his head.

“Help!” Pierre shouted, blood rushing in his ears as he held Charles’ limp body close to his own, his heart racing like he's just ran a marathon, “I need a medic!”

***

“It was a panic attack,” the doctor at the medical center told them after taking a look at Charles’ EKG, not seeing any abnormalities in it that could cause concern. Charles was now lying on the examining bed, fully conscious. Fortunately, he had only blacked out for a few seconds.

“You sure it wasn’t a heart attack or something like that?” Pierre asked, his thumb caressing Charles’ hand, looking for reassurance and also trying to provide comfort to Charles. “He gestured towards his chest and wanted to say something about it before he collapsed.”

“I’m sure, yes,” the doctor nodded, “His EKG is normal, so is his pulse, blood pressure, heart sounds, and breathing, and there’s no chest or arm pain. It was a really strong and scary panic attack but it’s over now, fortunately. I advise resting for a few hours,” he said, and then looked at Charles, “Someone from your team is waiting for you outside. You can either go back to the garage or stay here for a while to gather energy, it’s up to you. Do you have any questions?”

“Is…,” Charles gulped, taking a deep breath before attempting to actually ask what he wanted to know since he has been conscious again, “Is Arthur… alive?”

“He’s in critical condition,” the doctor replied, “He’d been airlifted to the closest hospital and is in surgery now. This is all I can tell you.”

“Will he…?” Charles wanted to ask, but instead he just shook his head and tried not letting the tears find their way down his face. It was hard not to cry, but he wanted to look strong, and he knew nobody knew if Arthur would survive.

“We are all hoping for the best.”

Charles nodded, closing his eyes for a moment before opening again and looking at the doctor. “Would you please tell my team I need a few minutes alone? I mean, with Pierre. Just a few more minutes and I’ll go back.”

“Of course.”

“Thank you.”

After the doctor had left, Pierre looked at his and Charles’ hand and then at Charles. His heart broke when he noticed the wet spots on Charles’ face, his eyelashes stuck together from tears, his eyes red and glassy.

“Charles,” Pierre whispered, squeezing Charles’ hand, voice thin from almost crying, “Let’s pray for Arthur.”

#piarles #formula 1 #my writing #formula 1 fanfic #anonymous asks

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