#he just takes a moment every once in a while to mentally react with something to the effect of

[sunnysideggs]

So I asked some friends but I thought I'd get the tumblr moot word in on this grand decision.

So here's my predicament...

I would say this is a dumb idea that has no purpose or motivation for me but it's maya that's my girl cmmooooon so im torn

[cmdrfupa]

Lifetime

post shibuya!nanami x caregiver!reader

A series dedicated to healing and letting yourself have a second chance in this lifetime.

Inspired by this song that brings me to tears every single time.

content warning: shibuya arc, mentions of death, mental health awareness, angst(eventual comfort), burn victim so expect some detailed imagery.

wc: 4.9k

an: thank you for reading. I love you lots.

I.

Time seemed to trickle as Nanami waited for his physical therapist to arrive.

First at home session since being discharged.

4 days a week, 30 minutes a day.

“Individualized exercise program including rigorous activities as you progress to help you regain your independence.. Sure.” Nanami read from the pamphlet out loud and sighed as he looked over the stack of literature he left the rehab facility with.

He was thankful that he was deemed fit enough to continue his healing at home after 11 weeks in the best facility Gojo could find. While it accommodated every possible concern one could have, he was certain he wouldn’t feel confident in being self sufficient until he was able to put all he had learned into practice at home.

So there he was, sifting through paperwork and sipping his coffee as he awaited his new physical therapist and as Ino finished cleaning his kitchen.

“I think thats it! Lunch is in the black container on the top shelf in the fridge and I’ve prepped dinner for when Gojo comes to cook. Anything else before I’m off?” Takuma grabbed his keys, the jangle bringing Kento out of his reading trance as he looked up.

“Yes, that should be fine. I appreciate you coming over every morning Takuma. But it’s not necessary.”

Takuma scoffed, almost offended at the idea. “Nonsense. Its just a little breakfast and lunch. Its on my way to the school anyway. Consider it a small help.”

He could protest but Takuma would simply find another way to make himself useful. Whether it be taking him to his appointments or coming to slather his injuries: he was going to find a way to be of help.

As he adjusted his cast as best he could, a text popped up from an unsaved number.

>Hello, Mr. Nanami! Currently heading to you. ETA is ten minutes.

Signed with your name, Nanami simply reads the text and reacted to the message with thumbs up.

“Thank you, Takuma. Truly. But I think thats everything. My physical therapist is on their way so I’ll just hang out til then.”

“Alrighty! I’ll be working mostly on campus so just shoot me a text if you need me. Take it easy, Nanami.” with that, Ino grabbed his jacket and proceeded out the front door.

Nanami exhaled and got up to sit at the window. The mid morning sun was gentle but insistent, that soft golden hue brightening everything it touched.

It wasn’t harsh, just warm enough to remind Nanami of the outside world, a quiet promise that time was still moving. The warmth on his right side almost felt foreign as the dust mites danced lazily in the light. He closed his eyes, taking in the fragile sense of something stirring inside of him­— reposeful comfort in the way the sun didn’t have a sudden, overwhelming wave of joy but a soft declaration that he was still here.

Nanami hadn’t had many moments to really think about just how life changing the incident had been. Half of his body littered in 3rd degree burns, a third of that, 4th degree. Loss of hair on one side, an eye patch over his eye and a lack of feeling down his left arm.

He’d looked at himself in the mirror exactly once since the incident and didn’t do it again until he acquired his face prosthetic recently.

It was bulky and itchy, but it alleviated the deformities and more importantly, kept him from being too hard on his own appearance.

The moment felt necessary. Reminding him that the sun remained a constant while other things changed.

“I’ll need to see if I can sit outdoors for a few minutes a day. Would be good for me.” he noted outwardly before a light tapping at the front door had him shuffling towards the foyer.

One moment, please.” he paused a few paces before he reached the door to look down, remembering his shirt had a hole near the hem of it. He didn’t have time to change but only hoped the therapist wouldn’t see him as some undetermined slob with no real concern on how he looked.

He took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Mr. Nanami?”

“That would be me.”

“Perfect! Hello! I was sent by the health and wellness agency as part of your transitioning to home health care. We have an appointment. May I come in?”

No scrubs, no accessories to signify you were a medical professional. Just a badge clip holding your ID with “HHA” boldly sitting under your name.

“Sure. Come on in.” He led you into the house, slowly walking into the living room and nodding towards the couch as you stood next to him.

You grin and sat on the far end of the couch, near the window, “Thank you.” you sat your tote littered in small pins on the coffee table and pulled out a somewhat thick file.

“Would you like anything to drink? Water, coffee?”

Shaking your head, you tapped the top of your bag. “No thank you. I have my tumbler. But I appreciate it!”

Nanami slightly bowed his head and sat in the solo chair next to the couch. “Alright so, how do we start this? I was told I’d see you four days a week with one more day possibly if I need to.”

You pursed your lips, looking down at your paperwork before looking back up to meet his neutral gaze.

“I believe that’s your physical therapist that you will be seeing four days out of the week.”

“Then pardon me for being so… impolite. But who are you exactly?”

The laugh that left your lips was a soft one but enough for Kento to lift his lips into a slight smile.

“I realize your discharge team didn’t give you names, faces, or titles. My apologies.”

“It happens.”

You continued. “I’m your Home Health Care Provider. While you were still in recovery, you met with your primary care provider and you spoke of your in home care, correct?”

Nanami nodded. “Yes.”

“Going over the team you’d have for your in housee rehabilitation, you were assigned a home health aide 5 days a week.”

His brow furrowed. “So you are that, I assume?”

“Yes. I will also be the one looking over the full team that provides you with your in-home care.”

“This feels very unnecessary.” The tone in his response was sharp. “I have people who come to help me with my daily needs. Having an entire team sounds like an exhausting back and forth to have coming to my house. A waste of resources.”

Your demeanor remained soft and understanding as you listened to his concerns. “Mr. Nanami. I understand that it sounds overwhelming. If I had to be in the predicament of needing a care team after an incident, I too would be a bit apprehensive.”

“But you aren’t. I am.”

The immediate smile that grew on your face wasn’t one that came from kindness. It was your defense, albeit an understandable one. “You are correct. I’m not. But I implore to at least hear me out on why its important to have us.”

A rush of emotions filled Kento’s chest. He wanted to pull his hair out from sheer frustration. But he remained calm.

His discomfort was obvious to you and you wanted to remedy the ache somehow.

“I want you to have an idea of what this could look like as you approach the first steps of gaining a sense of normalcy. Would you be willing to let me give you an example of what a week may look like for you? And if you don’t like it, we can adjust to a schedule that fits better for you.”

“Let’s hear it, then.”

“Splendid.” You reached into your file and pulled out a thoroughly detailed schedule and turned it for Nanami to look along with you.

“So, this schedule is based loosely on the day to day you had while in the rehab facility. No matter who, anything involving someone from your team wouldn’t be arriving until 10am. This is unless you decide to utilize me. Then I would be here at 7 every morning to aide you with your morning routine.”

“What if I don’t want extensive help?”

“I would respect the boundary.”

Nanami took a closer look at the schedule, seeing the words ‘kitchen prep healing exercise’ highlighted for every Tuesday and Thursday. “What does this entail? Kitchen prep healing.”

“Your passions shouldn’t suffer because of changes. So I created a regimen that would help us get in the kitchen and get busy while making sure we help maintain your range of motion and fine motor skills.”

Nanami looked up at you for a moment, trying to assess just how serious you were about changing what he was uncomfortable with.

“So if I only need you for meal prep and assisting with chores around my house.”

“Then I will only help you with meal prep and assisting with your chores around the house.”

He handed the schedule back to you. “And if it isn’t something that I’ve mentioned?”

Trying to test you. Cute. “If you mention to me that would like me to assist you in going to the grocery store, fixing your bed, helping you get ready for your appointments, then I will. Because my goal is having you confident in yourself and your abilities.”

That nagging feeling of what if filled his chest and mind. Nanami knows he can’t do it alone. But to be a burden is the last thing he wants to ever become.

“I don’t want to become too dependent on you and your teams’ services.” He sat up as best he could, stretching out his legs and wincing at the unexpected intensity of his blood flowing through his left leg.”

Not wanting to lose the momentum, you sat on the edge of the couch alert of and aware of the pain he showed. “Your independence will not falter. We are merely an extension. We are the claw arm that’s in your reach if the jar of pickles are too high up, if you will.”

Nanami tried to stop the half smile on his face but faltered. “I understand.”

“Do you have any questions for me?” You smiled politely.

“A few,” Nanami cleared his throat. “When it comes to changing my dressings..”

“I will be the only one who sees them completely outside of your primary physician.” You answered, as if you were waiting for that specific question.

“Second question: can you properly fold a fitted sheet?”

You laughed, nodding. “The trick is in how you hold the corners. Line up the creases and you’ll always have a perfect fold.”

Nanami nodded. “Interesting.” The intense blood flow in his legs ceased and his body noticeably relaxed. He sat forward. “Final question, if you were to start tomorrow, could we have your start time for 8am? I like having the first hour of the day to myself.”

“If you want me here at 8 am, I will be at the door by 7:55 to knock at 7:59.”

The moment of silence was filled with hope as you realized you got to him. You let him see genuine concern and thats all he wanted. But this was only the beginning. And you were willing to be his guide to a sense of independence all the way through.

___________________________________________

The silence of the early morning was heavier than usual— a quit hum of of the refrigerator reached his room as he slept with his bedroom door open now, a new practice he’s since learned is a response to his trauma.

He sat on the side of his bed, staring down at his slippers that warmly held his feet as the barely visible morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and unrelenting.

“I embrace healing.” He spoke out loud, his voice still low, sleep riddened, as he slowly rose from the bed and grabbed his cane.

“We aren’t going to be hard on ourselves because this is still new to you, Kento. Its okay to not know what to do.”

Mornings were more of a drag than he would like for them to be.

His body was more stiff. More rigid. He needed 30 minutes minimum to sit on the side of the bed and stretch just to muster up enough internal energy to get up and grab his cane.

He sounded off, flipping the bathroom light on and adjusting the sink to run warm water. “Today will be a great day.” He washed his hands, meticulously washing between his fingers and flicking the excess off his fingers before he dried them, reaching for a clean towel and letting it soak under the faucet.

“You will be more than okay.” this time, he spoke as if someone would overhear him talking to his self.

Nanami shook his head, lowly chuckling at what he found himself doing.

Yuji began to send him various videos that initiated ‘positive self talk’ and ‘daily affirmations for healing the body.’ Yuji hoped to try and help expedite a process that Megumi told him more than fives times, would take awhile.

Slowly pulled away the dressing on his cheek, Nanami watched small bits of dead tissue peel away from his healing skin. He threw it in the trash hamper, then pumped a small dot of antimicrobial soap on the wet towel he’d soaked and gently began to wash his face.

He looked closely, inspecting every patch he wiped over to take notice of any changes in how his skin looked. He tried very, very hard to not look into his own eyes.

Rinsing and patting to dry, he washed his hands again then reached for the jar of salve, precisely swiping a thin layer over his left cheek and forehead before he placed his transparent face mask on.

Finishing up his morning bathroom routine went without a rush. Going to throw on yet another loose fitting t-shirt and casual pants before sliding his slippers back on.

Slow and steady. Nice and easy.

“I am going to have a great day today.” the rubber end of his walker softly thudded against the wooden floors as he made his was down the hall. “It is a new day. New chances.”

He wasn’t going to confirm or deny if these affirming exercises were doing anything. But he’d admit that saying them aloud was probably the silliest he’d felt ever doing anything.

The living room held a welcoming warmth as he drew the blinds open that faced the street.

The third floor apartment view was always the one thing that made the asking price of his condo worth it to him.

The patchwork of traditional rooftops and modern buildings met the edge of the cities outskirts. Bare branches stood against the pale early morning winter sky, hints of early plum blossoms added a hint of a spring that would soon come and wipe away the muted landscape.

Kento sat on the window seal, taking in the low mountains in the distance. That thin veil of mist hiding the peaks that were still dusted in snow. With a deep inhale, he looked down at the street to see a bundled up pedestrian loading his car with boxes as another, that looked only slightly familiar, was exiting their car in a slow jog to the front steps of his building.

He glanced over at the clock on the wall.

7:55 am.

“Timely.”

slowly, he went to open the rest of the blinds around the living room, a slow tango that made him a feel like he still had just enough control, timing the last curtain opening perfectly as your soft knock filled the foyer yet again.

He stood there for a moment, his hand resting on the frame, before opening the door and stepping aside in a half step to let you in. His expression was neutral — not unkind, but carefully composed, as if he were still deciding how much space to give you in his life.

“Good morning,” you spoke softly, offering a polite smile.

“Morning,” Nanami replied, his voice low and steady. “I was about to make myself a simple breakfast. Coffee too.”

It wasn’t quite an invitation, but it wasn’t a dismissal either. It was just a statement — a line drawn firmly down the middle.

You nodded. “That sounds good.”

You sat your bag down on the ottoman against the wall and followed his lead. The condo was quiet — too quiet, the kind that felt deliberate. Like he'd stripped the space of anything deemed unnecessary. A few trinkets here and there, clean lines, muted colors.. But the kitchen felt like the homeliest part of the space.

Black stainless steel appliances, cold press juicer and blender sitting on the counter. A top of the line built-in double electric convection wall oven, a display of every herb and spice on a dark mahogany shelf sitting high on the wall.

“You have a very beautiful kitchen.” Your eyes grazed over the quartz cabinets, taking in the light blue finishes until you landed on what you knew to be as the best stand mixer that only experts chefs and bakers would have.

“You have a Bosch… Its even more beautiful in person.” You inspected it as if it were a lost artifact seeing the light for the first time in 500 years.

Nanami cocked his head for a moment. “Are you that taken by a stand mixer?”

“Mr. Nanami, I’d have to work 3 weeks nonstop to not only get the mixer but to financially recover from it.”

Your half suppressed laugh had Kento smiling. “Understandable. It is a big purchase. I use to bake fresh bread for my weekly use.”

“You’ll have to give me a demonstration one day! Would love to see the Bosch in action.”

Nanami raised his brows. “You think I can get back to that one day?”

The small flick of something resembling hope flecked in the richest parts of his brown eyes.

“We can get you back to that. I’m sure of it.”

He nodded, a silent acceptance of an unspoken challenge. He opened the refrigerator, bearing his weight on the cane as he used his dominant hand to grab the butter, holding it out.

“Do you mind taking things as I pass them to you?”

You reached out, taking the butter and placing it on the counter. “Don’t mind at all.”

A pack of bacon, a jar of jam and an orange followed after and you awaited his next instruction.

“I’m going need your help with peeling orange. I believe I can manage the rest.”

With quiet acknowledgment, you grabbed the orange and began to peel as he placed 2 pieces of bacon in the skillet.

It took less than 10 minutes and Nanami moved to the dining table, a slice of toast placed next to his bacon on a plate and setting out a small dish of fruit with the addition of an apple now. You brought out 2 mugs of coffee, placing his in front of him and sitting across from him with yours.

A butter knife rested awkwardly beside the jar of jam he chose. It was clear he had intended to do more, but something had stopped him.

You didn’t move or say anything, you sipped your coffee and watched as he reached for the jar. His right hand gripped the jar while his left hovered over the lid. His fingers trembled — just slightly — but enough that the lid refused to budge.

You didn’t move at first. You’d quickly learned that Nanami wasn’t the type to appreciate overstepping, even if it came from a place of concern. So you waited, giving him the space to either push through the task or acknowledge the struggle.

After a long moment, his jaw tightened. The jar didn’t budge.

You opened your mouth — not to offer help, but simply to ask if he wanted you to hold the base of the jar steady when his voice cut through the silence.

“Can you…” He paused, the word tasting foreign on his tongue. “Can you open this for me?”

It wasn’t a whisper, nor was it loud. Just a calm, measured request, but you could hear the effort behind it — the weight of a man who wasn’t used to asking for assistance.

You stood and went to his side of the table and gently placed your hand on the lid. “Turn when you’re ready.”

His hand dropped away, switching his left hand out for the right gripping the glass part and his left fingers curling into a loose fist at his side. The lid gave way with a soft pop, and you set it down in front of him without a word.

He didn’t thank you, but there was a small nod — barely noticeable, but it was there.

“Would you like me to slice the apple for you?” you asked, careful not to overstep.

Nanami shook his head. “No. I can manage.”

You sat back down, sipping your coffee as he asked you more questions about your fascination with his Bosch.

_______________________________________

The morning moved quickly. Breakfast cleanup was a breeze as Nanami continued his light reading and non rigorous solo exercises.

During breakfast, you’d been given what you called the key to the cupboard by Nanami. He uttered, with few words, that he didn’t want to prevent you from doing your job. While he limited what that might be, he was quick to say how appreciative he’d be if his bed could be made up, his laundry started and lunch done. He’d have a friend come by to do the rest.

You happily complied and began working on laundry the moment he sat down post breakfast. And by noon, his physical therapist had arrived to continue his exercise routine and mobility work.

Despite the pain he would occasionally feel from the intense stretches he felt near his ankles, this was Nanami’s favorite part of his rehabilitation. Feeling the tightness dissipate as he stretched his neck and chest together. He closed his eyes, allowing the PT to guide his body on top of the exercise ball.

“Now a slow exhale as you reach your arms over your head. Nice and easy.”

The short man moved the ball under Nanami and he grunted.

“Sorry Mr. Nanami, too much?”

Nanami wheezed a chuckle out, “Not enough. Can we do this one more often?”

The therapist exhaled and smiled. “We can. Your body is reacting as it needs to and it seems to be the best exercise to get a reaction out of you. Does it feel like your body is loosening up?”

He nodded, slowly sitting up with assistance. “Definitely. My skin feels less taut at my hips and chest when I open up my arms like that. It feels.. good.”

“That’s what I like to hear. We’re going to finish off with some hands exercises then your aide will be tagged back in to finish the day off with you.”

His session proceeded and came to an end before he knew it. He walked with a bit more confidence as he escorted his therapist to the door and went to find you in the kitchen finishing lunch.

Nanami watched you sliced the cucumber. He nodded at the precision of the knife movements, impressed with how perfect each little sliced green disc was as you added it to the salad bowl. He waited to speak once you sat the knife down.

“You have some really great knife skills.”

You looked up and smiled, wiping your hand on the dish towel nearby. “4 years of cooking for a group of broke college students as a college student. 2 of those years were spent dating a sous chef who taught me some of what I know.”

“I’m sure this sous chef would be happy to know you use these techniques so well.”

“We could only hope,” Expertly, you avoided giving that a full response that would push the topic of your ex. “Where did you learn to cook, Mr. Nanami? I’m sure you are amazing with a Bosch in your kitchen.”

Nanami walked behind you, reaching for two bowls out of the cabinets and placed them next to you. “My grandfather wanted me to be self sufficient once I moved out on my own.” He slowly opened the silverware drawer, pulling out a pair of forks and knives. “And cooking in itself is its own therapy for me.”

You finished placing the grilled chicken in the salad bowl and handed over the tongs to Nanami. “How does cooking make you feel?”

He looked down at the tongs, his heart fluttering with an anxiety he couldn’t place. His eyes found you. “Do you think I can?”

“I’m right here,” you slid one of the eating bowls directly next to him and smiled. “What does cooking do for you?”

Nanami put his eyes back onto the salad and took a deep breath. He grabbed the tongs, gripping them, feeling the cold stainless steel rest in the part of his palm that still had feeling. “Cooking requires me to pay attention. Smell, sounds, how my food is looking.”

He widened the tongs, lowering them into the salad and tossing it lightly, as if he’d harm the lettuce if he placed any pressure.

“What do you usually cook with?” You noticed his hesitance in squeezing the tong tips together, his grip faltering as he exhaled from frustration. “I’m going to hover my hand below yours. Claw extension. Only if you need it.”

Nanami closed his eyes, slowly breathing out as he tried to not lose his momentum. “Garlic. Fresh minced garlic.” He tried again, slowly working his hands closed until he had salad gripped between the flat tips. He carefully moved it over to the dish, hand shaking but making it with no spillage. “I prefer to mince it and store it in water. Taste great every time.”

You smiled as he looked at you for a hint of validation and gave a nod of acknowledgment.

He moved the tongs back to the serving bowl with a glimmer of determination in the way he rolled his shoulders back. He grabbed more and placed it into the bowl, releasing a with a bit of force before sitting the tongs down. “I think I want a bit more tomato.”

Fork in hand, trying to pin down a slice of tomato so he could cut it. His right hand hovered awkwardly, meant to steady the cutting board, but his left — the one gripping the fork — trembled just enough to betray him.

The fork slipped.

The tomato skidded to the side, smearing juice across the surface. His jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

You didn’t speak either. You knew better than to rush in with help he hadn’t asked for yet.

He reset the slice, pressing the fork down again. His grip was too tight — his knuckles pale from the strain — but the tremor in his fingers wouldn’t let up. The fork scraped against the board, missing the tomato entirely this time.

A sharp pain ran through his forefinger and he dropped the fork, cursing under his breath as he massaged his purlicue.

His gaze stayed locked on the tomato, his shoulders tense.

“You did good. You and the tongs are quite the dynamic duo.”

Nanami felt a heated tear well in his eye before he sucked it back in. “This. Its all so hard sometimes. A fork? I can’t hold a damn fork and its been months.”

He needed to let the frustrations out. It was going to be the only way he could get over those hurdles to feeling whole again.

You stood in silence for a moment, giving him space to process and feel. “Don’t give yourself a timeline but do give yourself grace.”

“Is this all worth it?” You weren’t sure if he was talking to you or himself until he took a few steps back and leaned against the counter looking at you. “Will I be the same person I was before all this? Because I feel like even when I’m giving 200%, I’m failing with no progress.”

“This feels like it’s never going to get better,” Nanami said, his voice low — almost too calm, but there was an edge to it. A rare crack in the carefully composed man standing next to you.

The words hung between you both, heavier than the silence.

You gave him a moment before you spoke. “It’s frustrating,” you said softly. “I know.”

Nanami’s jaw shifted, his lips pressing into a firm line. He didn’t respond right away, as if letting the admission sit out in the open was already more than he was prepared for.

His hand flexed at his side — open, then closed — before, at last, he exhaled through his nose. “Can you help me?”

The question was quiet, but it felt like a victory in its own right.

You nodded, letting him take a few steps forward before stepping in slowly so he had the chance to pull back if he wanted. When he didn’t, you picked up the fork, steadying the tomato with your other hand. The prongs sank into the skin with a soft pop — a simple act, but weighted with everything unspoken.

Nanami’s hand hovered near yours for a moment, then dropped back to his side.

He didn’t thank you, but the small, almost imperceptible nod he gave was enough.

You didn’t push for more words. Instead, you handed him the knife, stepping back just far enough to let him reclaim some of the space —he had let you stand just a little closer, and it was a sign that he was willing to let you in to help.

[suksatoru]

let's try again (and do it right)! —ft: t. todoroki x fem!reader

a carnations oneshot — ↪ touya and ikea furniture do not mesh well together, but he's willing to put his sanity on the line when it comes to you ❤︎

“Shit,”

That’s the fourth cut he’s gotten — Touya winces, reaching behind him to grab another bandage from your first aid kit before wrapping it around his finger. He flexes his hand with a quiet sigh, looking at the wooden pieces in front of him with silent disdain.

Putting together furniture is hard. Touya had mistakenly thought it would be easy, something he could finish in under an hour before you got home. Perhaps he’d been a little too confident—he certainly didn’t expect a thirty page pamphlet of steps and enough screws to make his head dizzy to come out of such a small box.

It didn’t help that the lettering on the pages was ridiculously small; he could just barely read the instructions if he squinted his eyes hard enough. He half considered activating his quirk to light the rulebook on fire, but decided against it, only for your own mental sake. As infuriating as it was to assemble all the irksome little parts, he’d rather not light your apartment on fire while you were out shopping with Fuyumi.

So, he’ll clench his teeth with every splinter he gets, wince silently every time the screwdriver slips from his grasp—only to watch the screws scatter and disappear into the carpet faster than he can react. It’s hopeless—this whole surprise was. Touya’s not sure if he’s ever struggled so much with something so supposedly ‘simple’ before, but he’s already coming up with a nasty review to leave online about the company providing a screwdriver small enough to be considered a doll accessory and rules in every single language except the one he knows.

“I’m home!”

You enter your apartment only to be met with silence. Hanging your coat on the rack and quietly kicking off your boots, your footsteps are muffled by the socks you wear as you pad around the apartment in search of a certain white haired Todoroki.

“Touya?” you call out, frowning when you see your bedroom and living room are both void of him. You hear a quiet grunt coming from the other room down the hall, and a knowing grin takes over your face when you see the light inside is turned on.

Slowly, you push the door open and peek your head inside — Touya’s sitting on the ground, a single hand tugging harshly at the strands of his hair as he mutters under his breath. He’s completely unaware of your presence, seemingly talking to himself as he silently curses at the assortment of screws laid out in front of him.

It takes you a moment to realize what’s going on, but your heart positively swoons once you do. Carefully, you approach Touya with the quietest of steps before gently pulling his hand away from his head, bringing it to your lips and pressing a chaste kiss to his knuckles.

He spins around the moment you touch him, lips parted in surprise at your quiet intrusion before he quickly helps lower you onto the ground beside him. His eyes soften, and you watch his shoulders slump in shame as he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“You’re home early,” he mutters quietly, eyes downcast and brows furrowed as he takes in the mess around the two of you — embarrassed, he presses the back of his hand to his eyes and sighs quietly.

“Touya,” you say softly

He doesn’t look up, letting out a quiet hum so you know he heard you

“I told you we could build the crib together.”

He doesn’t reply. Not for a few seconds, not until he feels you gently cradle his cheek to get his attention. Touya peels his hand away from his face with a quiet grunt, a frown tugging his lips downwards.

“I know. I just… wanted to surprise you. ‘m sorry, I made a big mess for you to worry about.” He sighs, dragging a tired hand down his face before you smile warmly. After tapping his thigh, he quickly spreads his legs for you and moves until his back is against the wall. You crawl into his lap, and he immediately settles one warm hand on the small of your back while the other rests over the swell of your stomach.

“It’s stupid, but — I shouldn’t be struggling this much to assemble a crib. How am I gonna do anything right with the baby if I’m messing up before it even gets here?” He questions bitterly, rubbing circles over your stomach as you hum, moving closer into his embrace.

“You’ve been nothing but absolutely amazing this entire time. And, you know, Ikea assembling is only for the bravest of souls out there. When I first got this apartment, I had to sleep on an air mattress because I couldn’t figure out how to assemble my bed frame!”

He lets out a huff of laughter, but it doesn’t seem to reach his eyes. His grip on you tightens a little more — and he remains unconvinced by your words.

“Is there something else bothering you? Let’s talk about it, Touya.” You offer as his eyes flutter close. He lets out a shuddered breath, lips pressing into a firm line as he drops his head onto your shoulder

“I’m scared.”

He makes a small, evasive sound after speaking the words into existence — quietly watching you for your reaction. But, your eyes are trailed onto his hands, ones that cradle your stomach with enough love to assure you that no matter how fearful Touya was — he was ready.

“Me too.”

Hearing that makes him smile. It’s barely a twitch of his lips, but it’s there regardless.

“Being scared is normal, Touya. We’re both starting something wonderful and new — it’s only natural to be afraid, right? Think about how weird it would be if we both went in feeling totally cool about this!”

He laughs, nosing at your throat with a hum. You can feel the stretch of his lips against your skin as he trails little kisses up and across your jaw.

“I guess you’re right about that.” He says, and you can see the tension has finally left his muscles. He sits back, far more relaxed than when you found him as you usher your head towards the unassembled crib.

“Let’s build it together, okay? I’ve had a lot of experience with Ikea’s terrible instructions before. And we can brainstorm some baby names while we’re at it! It’ll be fun!” you beam, and Touya’s heart rate picks up at the sight of your smile.

“Alright. You just sit back and tell me what to do. You want me to get a drink while I grab you a pillow? Water, juice, tea?”

“Ice cream?” you question with a hopeful grin

He nods wordlessly, getting up with a bit more pep in his step as he quickly exits to grab everything for you — you call out his name softly, and his head pops back into the doorframe less than a second later

“Yeah?”

Touya was wearing a long sleeve black tee and sweatpants, comfortable attire for him to lounge in at home. He’s wearing slippers too, you guys have matching ones. Touya always wears them whenever he goes onto the balcony to watch the sunset with you.

There’s a pen in the pocket of his shirt, too. He liked keeping one on him for whenever he got an idea for a baby name. His little notebook was filled with all sorts of names and little notes he wanted to keep in mind.

“Get two spoons so we can both share the ice cream, okay?”

It takes the two of you another hour to finish the crib, but the outcome is unquestionably worth it. It’s an adorable crib that rocks leisurely back and forth, and you were practically vibrating with excitement with how well it turned out. Touya took a couple of tries rocking it, a dorky grin overtaking his face with every push.

“I can’t believe we did it. Holy fuck, that was a form of torture I wasn’t familiar with. Promise me we are never getting furniture from that Ikea place again, please.” 

Touya’s deadpan expression cracks when you laugh, and the sight is so heartwarming that he truly believes he could go a hundred more times assembling any type of furniture you presented him with, even with their agonizingly small screws and their mockingly difficult to read pamphlets, if he had you by his side.

a/n; oh my gawdd i've missed carnations touya :( but yay look there's a mini todoroki comingg!! touya's nervous but i believe he'll be a great dad :) it's a baby boy btw and he's gonna give it all the love and confidence he never got as a kid <3 WOAH also just realized reader and touya had to do the boombaya for a baby to be in the picture... someone asked what touya would be like during your first time, so if you wanna read that it's somewhere in the carnations tag :3 thank you for reading!

[ahqkas]

♯BOY TROUBLE ( how would the batboys react to you mentally adopting damian wayne ! )

— gn!reader, established relationship ( dick & tim — separated ) , fluff, not edited, based on this req.

© ahqkas — all rights reserved. even when credited, these works are prohibited to be reposted, translated or modified

. . . DICK GRAYSON !

it all started the moment you met the youngest wayne. a misunderstood boy who just needed to be a kid for once in his life? yeah, he’s in your care now

whenever damian has competitions — be it fencing matches, art exhibitions, or even a spelling bee he had unwillingly agreed to participate in under the pressure of his annoying teacher — you’re the first to make sure his support system is solid. you firmly believe no child should perform without someone rooting for them and you are all for the opinion

you’d clear your schedule to make the time for the boy, no matter how busy things got, and even often dragging your boyfriend, dick, along with you, even if he was juggling nightwing duties in between

“you will take off for this. your little brother deserves to see you in the audience.”

your enthusiasm is literally unmatched. damian rolls his eyes and grumbles, “tch, stop embarrassing me,” but secretly, he glances at you during breaks and feels a strange warmth knowing someone is so invested in his hobbies / competitions and not just his skills / training :(

when the competition ended in a win ( “that’s my champion up there! gold medalist, damian wayne!” ) , you were celebrating with him like it’s the olympics, insisting he picked the restaurant for dinner as a treat

for the rest of that night, the three of you indulged in the finest fast food gotham had to offer with you and dick gloating over damian while the boy quietly basked in your praise. though he’d never admit it, the celebration made the medal feel just a little more special

when damian gets in trouble at school — whether it’s a “misunderstanding” as they call it or him actually calling a classmate an “insufferable peasant” — you refuse to believe your sweet boy could ever be at fault

you’d march straight to the principal’s office with dick in tow ( he was kinda forced to come with you ), arms crossed, ready to advocate and defend the boy’s side. “let me get this straight. you’re accusing damian of initiating this? he doesn’t need to; his vocabulary alone could bring your students to tears.”

dick has to hold you back with how expressive your language becomes, and damian just stands there and watches you with a mix of amusement and silent admiration, although he would never admit the latter

damian often snaps at his brothers or throws a sarcastic jab that cuts too deep with his tongue that’s as sharp as his katana. and of course you’re quick to defend him

the second jason storms off muttering about how “the demon spawn needs a leash” or tim fires an insult of his own, you’re already positioning yourself between the brothers ( while taking the youngest’s side )

even dick gets the full treatment of facing your wrath. if he ever reprimands the boy too harshly, you gently interrupt, pulling damian aside later to reassure him. “your brothers don’t always get you, but i do. they’ll catch up eventually.”

you’re not above spoiling him in subtle ways, especially knowing that your boyfriend & his brother never had someone like this when he was damian’s age ( he kinda had bruce, but the older man was too busy with his own problems sooo )

you sneak art supplies and books into his room because you know about his interest toward art and animals. “oh, these? they were on sale. don’t think too hard about it,” you say, but the price tags tell a different story ( it was dick’s debit card so who really cares — more like bruce’s but oh well !! )

you’re also constantly pushing dick to spend quality time with his younger brother. “go take him to the arcade or something. he needs these memories with you.”

speaking of art, you keep every piece of artwork damian makes — no matter how small or nessy— like it’s a rare portrait. most of those pieces end up on the fridge in the apartment you share with dick, attached with mismatched magnets you buy in every new country you visit

the first time he noticed, it was a simple pencil sketch of titus he’d left on the counter when he visited ( ran away from gotham ). he’d been practicing shading and hadn’t even meant for anyone to see it. when he walked into the kitchen and spotted it on the fridge one day, neatly pinned beneath a sunflower magnet, he froze. “what is that doing there?” his voice was sharp but his cheeks tinged pink

“it’s your drawing.”

yes, he can clearly see that

“it’s just a sketch.”

“maybe to you,” you said, finally meeting his gaze with a soft smile, “but i think it’s perfect.”

he didn’t respond, just muttered something under his breath and walked away, but the next time you looked at him, you caught him stealing a glance at the fridge with a subtle, almost imperceptible smile

in your eyes, damian might be the fiercest, sharpest little warrior in the world, but he’s still a kid who needs love, support, and the freedom to grow. and you’re determined to give him everything he deserves

. . . TIM DRAKE !

it was the same as dick’s, damian wayne had you wrapped around his little finger the moment your eyes landed on him.

whenever the boy has a competition — whether it’s an art showcase or even a science fair — you’re the one who’s planning to make sure his support squad is in place ( forming you and your boyfriend, tim drake )

“tim, clear your schedule. i don’t care if bruce called a meeting or gotham’s on fire. damian’s science fair is tomorrow, and we will be there.”

there’s no point in arguing with you

the moment you hear about the science fair, you are immediately all in. of course damian protests about how he doesn’t need your help. he’s completely capable of doing some stupid project

“i know you are, but every great scientist needs an assistant. think of me as your alfred in this situation,” you hoped the slightest mention of alfred, his father’s personal assistant would make damian less grumpy but from the way he shot you a glare you knew your attempt was screwed ( not for long )

over the weeks leading up to the fair, you help him brainstorm ideas that are in balance with his advanced brain work and appropriate for his age group. damian initially suggests a DNA-splicing project but settles on a robotics demonstration when you gently redirect him with how the school might frown upon genetic experiments ( he tried once and by the end of his presentation, the teacher called bruce )

when the winners are announced and damian takes first place ( because of course he does) , you practically jumps out of your seat, clapping and cheering louder than anyone else. tim chuckles beside you with a teasing smile etched on his lips, “you’re more excited than he is.”

back at home, as you help him unpack his supplies, damian quietly hands you the certificate he received. “you should keep this.”

“damian, this is your award. why would i keep it?”

“you helped,” his reply is dry and all you get before he disappears into his room

he gets into trouble in school sometimes, and you absolutely refuse to believe that your damian could be at fault

whether he got into a fight, talked back to a teacher, or made some kid cry with a sarcastic comment, you’re pretty convinced it’s all a big misunderstanding. “he’s such a sweet boy, he wouldn’t do something like that unless provoked.” ( sureee )

you drag tim along to the principal’s office and the sight of you looking like damian’s legal guardians creates a funny picture. “are you seriously telling me that a kid who can quote shakespeare off the top of his head is starting childish banters?”

and when damian mouths off to tim or the rest of the family, you always jump in to defend him

“he didn’t mean to call you incompetent, tim. he’s just expressing himself in his unique way.”

“you can’t expect him to adjust overnight, jason. he’s been through a lot.”

tim often raises an eyebrow at your behavior towards his younger brother. “you do realize you’re coddling a kid who could take out a grown man with his bare hands, right?”

who cares, tim, look at the drawing he just made!!

you let him ramble on about his pets, especially about batcow’s care routine or the meal preferences of alfred the cat

damian “accidentally” leaves drawings of you on your desk, and when you thanks him, he dismisses it as “just a sketch”

in your eyes, damian isn’t just tim’s little brother—he’s yours, too

[erenstitanweave]

❥HOW WE LOVE IV

pairing: various x reader (ambessa, sevika, viktor)

rating: giving/receiving love languages headcanons

a/n: hi everyone, so sorry this took forever!! my mental health hasn't been in the best shape lately but i wanted to get this out for you all asap, so here it is!!

SEVIKA

giving:

sevika is quite literally a softie under all the walls that Zaun has caused her to build up around herself

i think she'd give her lover acts of service the most with a side of words of affirmation, but let me cook

we see in the show that her doing things for people (especially silco) is like second nature to her, so i think that would be the more outward and first way she'd express her love

it doesn't really matter what the task is either, you don't even really need to ask her to do it either, she just does it.

she usually keeps a very watchful eye over you, often not letting you out her sight if she doesn't have to

she makes it a point to remember what you need at certain points, remembering every scenario in which you showed how you feel to her and making sure she responds accordingly

after her walls slowly let down with how much time she spent around you, she'd let out small instances of the soft nature she holds inside her

she's a sucker for making sure you know exactly what she thinks of you, especially when she knows you need it

she makes sure she lets you know that she cares for you deeply, even going so far as to tell you why she cares for you and what she loves most about you

i think it would take her a while to fully open up to her lover, but once she does, she's sure that it'll be only you that she ever does it to.

receiving:

sevika is so used to doing things for other people, she rarely does anything for herself or has anyone doing things for her

with how she reacted when jinx made her an arm, i think she rarely has ever had someone do something significant for her, or even just something in general

i think she'd really appreciate it if you did things for her, but i don't think she'd know how to react at first

she's well aware of doing things simply because someone asks you to do it, but if you did something for her that she didn't even ask for? she's already seeing you in a different light than before

it could be something as simple as bringing her a lighter when she misplaced her own, or even using your own to light whatever she's smoking and she would silently appreciate it a lot more than she thought she would

i think quality time would be a big one for her, especially since half of her time was spent doing favors for silco or handling whatever dirty business he needed handled

it doesn't have to necessarily be romantic either, although, i don't think she'd be opposed to that either

it could really be just sitting together in the last drop while she's actually on "break" playing card games or just having a drink together, just being around you makes her day better

i can see physical touch being something she likes as well, although i don't really see her doing much of pda, only because she'd rather not have you possibly be endangered because she has her hands all over you

VIKTOR

giving:

i feel like viktor would give his partner a lot of praise, even on things considered "minuscule"

think about it, to him, an accomplishment IS an accomplishment, no matter how small it may seem

now, do i think he'd be massive about it? no. but i DO think he'd let you know whether through his words (or actions) that he does recognize every accomplishment

words of affirmation doesn't just have to do with accomplishments for him, i think he'd give subtle compliments as well

now, there are two ways i can see him going about this. one, he GENUINELY gives subtle compliments and doesn't entirely gauge your response in the moment. or..he does compliment you on purpose to see your reaction, only doing it subtly to dodge any accusations of doing it on purpose (he totally finds it hilarious)

viktor just screams observant to me, not JUST observant but he somehow notices every little detail in my mind

new haircut? he's the first to say something. new perfume or cologne? he mentions it as soon as you step into the room, you don't even have to BE next to him.

receiving:

i think viktor is a simple man receiving wise, but him loving acts of service and words of affirmation

side note, to any artists who draw viktor drinking coffee straight from the coffee pot, i LOVE you

no, but seriously, i could see him adoring when you bring him food or water/coffee whenever he's holed up in his lab

i think it brings him a sense of comfort knowing you'll care for him even when he's basically drowning in his work (and his own genius)

even if it's a bit strange to him in the beginning, he warms up to it once he realizes how much better he feels both mentally and physically once he actually eats/drinks whatever you bring him

i personally think that words of affirmation is what makes him fall for you especially, but just hear me out for a sec

no doubt viktor had to do a LOT to climb his way to his position, i think someone acknowledging his intelligence beyond the seemingly obligatory compliments would be more impactful to him

i think it would make him feel good no matter if you were someone who were an inventor like him or not, just the fact that you were putting in enough effort for him makes him happy

slightly off topic, i feel like he would love someone who can quip back at his sarcasm, especially if they try to equally match him or even exceed his energy

just making light jokes with him even for five minutes would somehow energize him for the rest of the day in my mind, no idea why

AMBESSA

giving:

ambessa is a proud woman, one who doesn't keep anyone who she doesn't want around her in her presence

i think ambessa would shower her lover in gifts, but not just any gifts, spoils of war.

as her lover, you'd certainly reflect the part outwardly, that was something she'd make sure of

i could see her giving you relatively anything you ask for, even if she had to fight to get it. (i.e.: garments, jewelry, etc.)

despite this though, ambessa does use gift giving as a means to satiate you in the beginning of your relationship, at least, until she fully trusts you

her gifts (sometimes) are a way for her to show her love during the long periods of time where she may not see you, and other times, well, it's a way she tries to express her emotions

she actually loves what quality time she can get with you, her favorite things to do are any type of spa treatments or just having you sit with her while she tells you stories of her countless battles

something i think she'd do is have your wrist in her hand, trailing your fingertips across her scars as she tells you the story of how she proudly earned them

i don't think she'd exaggerate much about her stories though, maybe in cases where she isn't proud of how it ended out/how she got the scars

occasionally possessive though, she loves it when people admire you by her side but HATES it when the admiring goes too far

receiving:

as for receiving, i think she'd like quality time and acts of service the most

ambessa doesn't seem like the person to keep anyone around who doesn't benefit her in some way, (we see where mel gets it from) so i could see the relationship sprouting from you doing any type of favors for her

regardless of whatever kind of favors they may be, i think i'd come to a point where she realizes she actually wants you around and not what you do for her

however, this doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate what you do for her while you are together, not at all

when she loves, she loves HARD, and this is especially for acts of service in particular

she'd appreciate every little thing you did, especially if you did it without her having to ask you to do it. in her mind, it means so much more when you do it on your own accord

i don't think it would really matter what you do, just the fact that you'd love her enough to do something to alleviate her when she's constantly on guard

physical touch, though, i feel like she'd love it in certain situations especially

ambessa was relatively untouchable in battle, and even then, not many people could say that she allowed them to touch her intimately besides casual hookups

i think she'd like non-sexual touches especially, in her mind, i could see her as considering them much more intimate than just a simple touch

i think she loves being held, especially after not seeing you for a while? it makes her feel like ambessa and not the wolf of noxus

[lem0nt1ddy]

✨️YANDERE! MR. RING A DING/LUX X READER HEADCANONS✨️

To the requester, your wish is my command! (I created a fandom list, I pinned it on my profile! Also yes, I do write for Bill ;))

WARNING: Toxic relationship, obsession, violence, yandere tendencies, manipulation.

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SWEETHEART-- YOU'RE HAS FAVORITE OBSESSION!

• The instant fixation on you is immediate and irreversible. When his large, glimmering eyes lay on you, you're immediately in danger. It's not a crush nor adoration-- This is a new obsession that isn't something temporary--it's an infatuation that will change him for all eternity.

•He sees you as different-- special. More interesting, more captivating--much more than a measly human with a minuscule lifespan in comparison to his.

Is it your beauty? Are you a time traveler? Or you're you, and it sparks his interest. He doesn't care why, and maybe doesn't even know how, but he decided it's you. Whatever the reason, you sparked something he never felt before-- and he can't let you go.

• THERE ARE ENDLESS TRICKS UP HIS SLEEVE. He knows how to turn on the charm in an attempt to reel you in-- and he'll be damned if he can't capture your heart. Witty jokes, flattering compliments, pick-up lines, playful teasing-- expect it all from him. These are the beginning stages of your relationship.

• Bro acts like a delighted little schoolgirl with a massive crush, always staring at you with big eyes and pupils shaped like hearts, kicking his feet at the thought of you, constantly gushing about how your presence gives him butterflies in his tummy!

• He's charming and dangerous, but so cute about it!

"You don't have a lover? Yet? No? Well, looks like there's room for little old me~!"

• Needs to know you-- down to every last detail. Your favorite song, the way you stir your tea, how you cry while watching a tragic movie once. The deeper he can get, the better. No secret of yours is safe.

• In reality, he DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THIS FEELING. He has never experienced something this intense and intimate. You're perfect, you're stunning, and he wants you in his arms.

• This man has patience. His love is pure, and if you match his feelings--that's fantastic! He treats you like royalty. Anything you want? It's yours! He would grovel at your feet, and if you asked, he’d kiss the soles of your shoes just to make you smile.

• However, his patience wears thin. If you’re indifferent... evasive... or even resistant? He’ll wait. For a while. Until he cracks.

• Are you not catching the hint? Are you not interested? Is there someone getting in the way? We can't have that. He'll eventually snap.

This is the point of no return, and everything begins to spiral out of control. If he's a black hole, then you've crossed the event horizon.

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LUX'S OBSESSION AND UNHINGED DEVOTION.

• He needs you in every form possible. Physically, emotionally, mentally. He's fully devoted to you like a slave-- forever! He'd kill for you. If he could, he'd die for you.

• Doesn't necessarily understand the concept of 'personal space' or privacy. He's always there- hovering, lingering, leering sweetly, appearing when you blink. You don't get a moment alone anymore.

"Waddaya mean you have to go? But you JUST got here, silly!"

• Not afraid to take drastic measures to have you for himself. If words won’t work, actions will. Are there rivals? They won't last.

• I don't think Lux would outright kidnap you with no warning-- he tries diplomacy first, but if that fails... he’s not above snatching you into his realm.

HIS IMMORTAL ATTACHMENT TO YOU IS INTENSE.

• Lux Imperator is immortal, one who lives forever, but you? You expire. If he must, he'll trap you in filmstock so that you'll stay with him for all eternity-- it's for your own good! You can't die, he won't allow it!

• If you try to leave or, hell, if death comes to claim you-- he will react. He’ll stop it. You don’t get to die. You don’t get to forget him.

• But don't worry too much! He will let you out from time to time on HIS terms, not yours.

• Thanks to you, he has another reason to obtain a 3-dimensional body! Not to escape, no. But to hold you. To kiss you. To make you scream in delight or fear—he’s not picky. Of course, he doesn't want to use yours, that would be a catastrophe! It would have to be someone else.

For a long time, he has been stuck in a 2-dimensional plane. How do you trap a 2-dimensional being? Draw a square around it. But now, he escaped that prison.

• Whether you accept his love in return or not, you'll come to rely on him. He can't have you? He'll trap you forever.

• Desperate to hear you say "I love you". But once you say it--willingly or not-- it's a sign you belong to him.

MANIPULATIVE TACTICS

• Lux is very self-aware of his actions- he knows he's wrong but he doesn't care! You're worth breaking every moral code out there.

• Most certainly will gaslight you into emotional dependency-- he'll twist the truth and paint himself as your only light in the void.

"They don't love you like I love you," he'll whisper, "they can't."

• Blackmail? He's fluent. Not to you-- he'd never. But everyone else is fair game! Strangers, friends, and family, they're all tools.

EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE, ALMOST BIPOLAR.

• One minute he's excited, giggling, dancing...the next he flips to cold, dangerous. Lux has quite the temper! You see it in his eyes-- a ripple in his grin. If you displease him, all he will break loose.

• If things are not going his way, expect tantrums to be thrown! Not the kind where he's rolling on the floor, but more dangerous and sinister ones. You don't want to see him livid--or even heartbroken.

CREATES DESTRUCTION IN THE NAME OF LOVE.

• Anyone that threatens your "relationship" with Lux- another traveler, the doctor, or someone else-- they're gone. He's violent over perceived rivals. Trapped, distorted, erased with one flicker as if they never existed.

• And he does it with flair! No regrets, no mercy. A bow, a wink.

"Oopsies~! Looks like someone got edited out. What a shame!"

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So, how do you survive Lux as a yandere?

You don't. You adapt. Smile. Play by his rules, tell him you love him too even if your voice shakes. Prove your devotion to him. Once he's chosen you, there's no going back.

Canonically, Mr. Ring A Ding would NOT be a yandere. Now, Lux does exhibit a few yandere traits in the episode, but most certainly would not go this far.

[voidcat]

notes: gn!reader x Anaxagoras — u can pretend this is canon compliant or modern au, wtv fancies your boat. First kiss trope (implied). Yes it’s two in the morning. Free me T-T

When you catch Anaxagoras by himself again, by the empty hall, you think maybe this is your chance. Now or never, what’s there to lose? Save for your dignity maybe, and the face you’ll have to be wearing whenever you look at him for the rest of your life— the more you think, the worse it gets. Each more possibility that crosses your mind is uglier than the previous and only mocks you further.

“Could I… ask you something?” The words leave your mouth and you mentally pat yourself on the shoulder. They got out just fine, you even sounded your professional voice! Alas, you scramble over the rest, like a broken dam, once your mouth has been opened, you cannot close it- call it nerves, the name of your executioner.

Stumbling over your words and overthinking out loud, he watches with confusion with a tilt of his head for a while- that is, until he takes pity on you and interrupts. Usually crossed arms now dropped to his sides, he says “Why don’t you ask me first and worry about the possibilities later?”

Were it not the predicament you’ve created for yourself and the awkward nature of your question, you could maybe even find him a tad amused in the moment, a slight glee to his voice. So you take a deep breath in, stop fiddling with your fingers and ask Anaxagoras if you can kiss him. Your worries only begin to grow the longer he remains silent- too deep in his endless train of thoughts spiraling that he didn’t realize he forgot to answer your question.

Meanwhile you’re going through several stages of death, anguish and every gut wrenching, souls wrecking, ‘May the gods hear my plea and open up a hole so I can jump right in and disappear from the face of earth’ wishing emotional turmoil possible- too caught up in your head to voice his eye wide open in surprise, his mind working at a speed rivaling yours in that moment.

He can barely react as you make a move to leave. Just as you mumble something falling to deaf ears and echoing against the lonely walls, turning on your heel to make your flee, he reaches out and grabs your wrist. Both of you stand frozen at the sudden contact, just staring at one another until he breaks the silence; saying just because he fell silent doesn’t imply he answered your question negatively.

It takes you by surprise, a ringing to your ears, a fog inside your skull maybe- it sounds unreal, unbelievable. Was it not for your wrist still in his hold, you’d be pinching yourself right now.

A moments breath passes, then another. Hands barely grazing his vest, you stand on your toes, with your movement, he moves in too, closing the space between the two of you quicker. A lithe kiss that barely touches, your breath on his lips tickles.

The kiss is small and shy ‘all that fuss and worrying for something this feeble?’ And you don’t know if this thought belongs to you or what you fear he thinks. So before you can worry any further, he leans in for the second time and kisses you properly. Any other thought, in that moment, ceases to exist.

[itsabea]

March x Reader | Walking You Home

Description: After the events of the Shooting Star Festival, March walks you home while you try your best to stay awake and coherent. But turns out March's a bit too impatient, and you've become much too sleepy.

Warnings: i started this just after the shooting star festival update and finished it today(aka this might be choppy),

Having watched the stars with March was like a dream come true.. And even the fact that he said yes to your invitation was a miracle in and of itself!

Still, despite March having accused you of messing with him, the night ended up being a memory that you hope you'll never forget. The stars were gorgeous, his face was picturesque as the lights of the stars flew past, and when you had turned to look back at the meteor shower, you caught March staring back at you from the corner of his vision.

But of course, the night couldn't last forever, and turns out, neither could your consciousness. After about your fifth or sixth yawn, March rolled his eyes and told you that he'd be walking you back to your farm. And so here you were, sleepy eyed with your body reacting exceedingly slowly as you tried not to fall off the tree trunk and into the river on the path to the Summit.

Of course, March didn't help much, mostly offering his judgmental stare and a few off handed comments. "Are your legs asleep or something?" He asked, his tone not sounding nearly as mocking and offensive as it usually was.

"Mm.... Sorry, I- Didn't think I'd be this tired.." You said back, stepping onto the grass before letting out a breath of relieve and triumph for still being upright, and most importantly, not in the river.

Continuing on for another step, you stopped to turn back to see where March was, only to find him directly behind you. And in that moment your sleepy state really showed. It took you a good few seconds to react and step aside so that March could also get off the large tree trunk and join you on the other side of the river.

Now following behind March, who was already a third of the way down the stairs, you went down the first step. Placing your foot on the stone made a low echo sound out from the contact it made with your shoes. A very audible sigh left March as you frowned tiredly and looked down at him, watching as he started making his way up the steps again and stopped two steps down from you.

There was a solid moment of silence, and your eyes had the time to slowly blink twice before watching March rather adamantly extend his hand out towards you.

"Like I said.. I won't here the end of it if you fall over and hurt yourself.. So just hurry up and take it..!" March clarified, looking away from you as you smiled and silently accepted the offer by taking his hand. You knew full well that you wouldn't make it home without stumbling over something, which is also fairly likely to happen more than once.

Slowly but surely, March guided you down the stairs as you internally started thinking about how warm and inviting his hand is. While his callouses were rough, and his hand was slightly shaky, it felt so.. Gentle and careful while holding your own.

Neither of you spoke as you got to the end of the stairs, over the pillar-bridge of the lower part of the river, and towards the Museum. Every now and then your eyes would slowly close before you had to mentally pry them open, and each time March would slow down slightly and lightly squeeze your hand that was still linked with his.

After you both passed the massive rock that you'd frequently crack open to get a quick sapphire, March spoke up. "How tired are you?" He asked, not a single hint of mock or accusation in his tone.

It took a whole second for you to fully register his question, and another second to give your answer. "Super tired.... Gonna sleep in till ten on purpose in the morning.." You managed out just before a yawn escaped you as you tried, and failed to stifle it.

After a few more steps in silence, March suddenly stopped, hesitatingly letting go of your hand before crouching on the floor in front of you. March somehow managed to sense the confused frown you wore, as he clarified his actions soon after. "Hop on.. You're taking too long." He said, and although you weren't fully convinced, you awkwardly got onto his back anyway.

Neither of you spoke for a while afterwards, and it was admittedly even more of a challenge to stay awake while being hauled home by March. Carrying the weight of your body seemed like no trouble at all for March, and not only that, but you could also feel the loud thrum of his heart beat reaching you from his back. It started out slow and methodical, but the moment you relaxed further into him, it started racing, almost as if he was panicked.

You didn't say anything, or, at least you didn't intend to. But unfortunately for you, March sounded out in reply. "I can't turn my heart off..! Sigh.. We're almost there, don't fall asleep yet, got it?" He said, making you sigh out a groan at the fact you couldn't fall asleep anymore.

It really wasn't much longer until you both entered your farm. The scenery wasn't quite how you wanted it yet, but it was getting there. March hadn't so much as taken a glance, making a direct, yet casual beeline for your home. It wasn't a long walk, but it did turn out to be long enough for you to start dozing off.

By the time March was at your door and asking you if you had a key, you were fairly unresponsive. The only reply you gave was a few half hearted grumbles and a final huff before weakly trying to kick the door open. March sighed at your attempt of you trying to enter your house, but instead of biting, snapping, or being a pain, he somehow ended up being.. Kind. At least in his own way.

"No key?" He asked, prompting you to shake your head against his shoulder before he opened your door. It took March no time to locate your bed and carry you toward it, and the mattress and blankets looked so inviting to you that you reached out for them so as to flop on your bed.

In the end, you not only landed on your beloved bed, but also took March down with you. And before you could even think about or debate the consequences of your actions, you went straight to sleep.

March, for one, didn't take to being dragged down with you and onto your bed too kindly, but before he could shout out a frustrated, and admittedly flustered response, you had started snoring. It wasn't loud or obnoxious, but it definitely sounded like you were exhausted. For March, it wasn't up to any kind of debate that you should rest, but he would've been lying to himself if he didn't admit that seeing you asleep was a.. Slight comfort.

But nevertheless, March took his leave, walking back to town and up into the Blacksmiths before heading to bed himself. All while not being able to wipe a fond, satisfied grin off his face, let alone knowing it was there. And the worst part? March wasn't the slightest bit aware that Olric had caught sight of him smiling as he headed to his room.

[unkn0wng1rly]

suguru geto

slight smut

all your past relationships were fine.

just fine.

the men weren’t half bad, the sex (the three times you had it) was ok, you’d cum once but it was all thanks to yourself anyways.

you thought maybe that was just your love life, mediocre men.

but then he happened.

suguru came and changed everything for you.

he was calm where other men would flip, patient where others would grow tired of waiting and careful when you were vulnerable.

suguru consoled you through your mental breaks, took care of you on the days you couldn’t even get out of bed and all the while telling you how much he loved you.

you thought you didn’t deserve a man like him, you knew you didn’t. it was all far too good to be true.

but it didn’t even stop there.

no.

it wasn’t just his personality.

as vulgar at it sounded—his sex skills were something else.

you didn’t even know that your body could react in the ways he made it. it was like he brought your senses to life with his touch.

when you’d told him that you’d only ever had one orgasm, he knew it must be dealt with accordingly.

suguru wanted to catch you up to speed with every orgasm you lost out on, every time you should of been screaming someone’s name, his name.

which led you to your current position.

suguru loved overstimulation on you, it was his all time favourite.

he couldn’t get enough of the way you cried hopelessly when he told you to take it, when he told you he knew you could handle it.

the way your body would freeze for a moment, forcing another orgasm you didn’t know you had stored up inside you.

the way your poor thighs trembled when he wouldn’t stop fucking into you even when he’d promised he was done.

and he was always right, you knew it and he knew it too.

you could handle it, you always took whatever he gave you no matter how many sobs you let out, no matter how much you whimpered and sniffled.

you took it like a champ.

“that’s it baby, ain’t that feel nice? you got another one for me? y’gonna let me see that pretty face of yours cry out f’me won’t ya.”

and you would nod like the good girl you were, completely delirious and high off his praise, his belief in you.

his cock would nestle so perfectly against your cervix, pummelling into the place he knew you adored, the place you didn’t even know existed until you met him.

you’d come over and over on his cock until he finally deemed it satisfactory, pleased with the fucked out look on your face.

and the aftercare that followed? heaven.

suguru would promptly pick you up, seeing as you didn’t even know what planet you were on, run a warm bath with expensive suds and soaps he’d bought just for this.

he’d light candles and place you in, cleaning your whole body for you and washing your hair, giving your scalp the best message you’d ever experienced.

it was extra some would say, but after just demanding so much out of your body, the least he could do was make sure you were relaxed.

he’d always have pyjamas ready for you, dressing you and kissing your neck while he dried your hair.

“i love you so fuckin’ much, you’re my reason for existence.” he’d mutter, holding you tight for a moment, relishing in your touch.

on the nights you just wanted to sleep, he’d make sure the bed was perfect for you, pillows puffed up and blanket nice and toasty, caressing your head as you softly dozed off in his arms, feeling like the worlds most loved individual.

other nights where you felt like watching a movie or just relaxing, he’d cook or order take out depending on your mood, setting up the living room with just the right vibes.

there was a time where amongst all of his gestures, you found yourself balling your eyes out and he immediately became horrified, the usual calm manner he expressed long gone.

“what’s wrong angel? did i do too much this time?” his hands coming to cup your face as you looked up at him with tears streaming like a free fall down your face.

when you shook your head no, a little of his panic went away. “it’s just..”

“i love you so much and i don’t know what i did to deserve you.”

setting the plates of salmon and rice down to the side, he brought you onto his lap where you cuddled into him, his large arms wrapped around you.

suguru’s gentle voice caressed your ears, the same tone he always used when he was telling you just how much you meant to him.

“don’t say that, you deserve me just as much as i deserve you.” he pressed a kiss against your temple, rubbing your back soothingly.

“i’d be nothing without you, so you deserve every single part of me for making me whole.”

suguru had been sent from the heavens to heal you from everything that had happened to you in the past, he was your future now.

and you honestly wouldn’t of wanted it any other way.

[conchcronch]

Kintober 2024: Day 11

WC: 3383

Summary: You’re in Wano after having been with Sanji and the rest of the crew in Whole Cake. You’ve been separated from Zoro for what feels like a century and you’re unsure what tomorrow will bring. So you better make the most of your evening, who knows when the next time you’ll have this chance again is, if ever.

A/N: Sorry for taking the break everyone, I had completely forgotten I had a work conference which really derailed my schedule and writing efforts. But no matter, I have every intention of finishing what I started, even if that means Kinktober is gonna sneak into November!

Sitting side by side with your crew for what felt like the first time in years seemed almost surreal. Hearing everyone laughing together, praising Sanji for his cooking and feeling Zoro’s arms brush up against your own, it felt like a dream.

Despite everything going on in Wano, everyone had pushed for one meal just the Strawhats to reunite and catch up. You had just spent weeks in Whole Cake, going head to head with Sanji’s entire family. Despite all that, your mind never strayed far from the swordsman. It had only been a few weeks before splitting up that you two had started exploring a relationship, but yet that time apart felt monumentous.

As the night went on, cups were clinked, bellies were filled and everyone caught up on the events of the last few weeks. You were trying your best to focus on your crew, laughing at every dumb joke, because truthfully, there was a point where you were unsure whether or not the crew would ever be reunited, but when you felt Zoro’s big hand on your bare thigh it was difficult to focus on anything else. The way his thumb moved in tantalizing circles on your inner thigh, the rough pads of his fingers pressing into your fat, it was making your body react more then you were willing to admit. You wanted to look at him, to meet his gaze, for him to see just how much his touch was affecting you, but you knew the moment he looked down at you you wouldn’t be able to think about anything else.

Slowly, crew members began excusing themselves, leaving the small hut you had commandeered for your meal. You began mentally counting down the minutes until you could slip away, praying the swordsman would follow not far behind. Once more then half the crew had left, you felt it was appropriate that you too left. You stood up, feeling his hand slide down your thigh before landing next to him on the bench where you were sitting. “I think I’m gonna go for a walk, see what I can of Wano before everything goes down.” You stepped out from around the table, hazarding a look over your shoulder at Zoro who’s eyes were on you, quickly picking up what you were putting down.

There was the slightest nip in the air as a cool night breeze rustled the bamboo as you walked down the stone steps leading away from the building. You had yet to be thankful for the number of layers that were required to wear such a beautiful kimono, rarely getting the opportunity to dress in something so pretty while you were adventuring, but as another gust blew through you the layers managed to keep you warm. You stopped at the bottom of the steps, listening close to hear a set of footsteps coming down the stairs behind you. You turned, seeing the large man walking down the steps like he had a thousand times, his hand on the hilt of Wado while the other rubbed at the back of his neck, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He looked so him.

“Oi, you just gonna stare all night?” You hadn’t realized he was in front of you, standing a few steps up and looking down.

“You got a problem if I do?” He shifted his weight, his eyes taking you in the same way you had him. He thought you had never looked more stunning then you did right now, the matcha green of your simple kimono was a perfect contrast to your eyes, the soft pink of your obi likely the most feminine thing he had seen you in, he silently wished you would bring this dress back to the ship with you so this wouldn’t be the last time he saw you in it. But, of course, he would rather never drink another drop of sake again before telling you that.

“If starin’ is all you’re gonna do, I’ll just go back up and start another bottle of sake.” He went down the few remaining steps, slipped his arm around your waist and tugged you towards the path.

“Oh, did you have other plans for the rest of our evening?”

“Got a few ideas.” He led you quietly before forcing you down a footpath into the forest. You wanted to question him but the hand that had been on your hip had slipped lower, his fingers pressing into the meat of your ass. Something that, due to the layer you could barely feel. He led you to a clearing, there was a hint of a foot path through here but since it was so late into the evening there was no one around.

With ease he pushed you against a cluster of bamboo trees, closing the distance between the two of you before you could even blink. His lips were on yours, teeth and tongue invading your mouth, groaning into the kiss as his hands grabbed roughly at your hips. Your senses were taken over by him, his earthy musk paired with the fresh air of the forest was intoxicating to you, every breath you tried to push out was swallowed by him greedily. He loved the green robe from his shoulders, working to untie his obi, his lips never pulling away from yours even slightly. He nipped at your lower lip, pulling a breathy sigh from you, getting a groan from him in response. “Fuckin’ missed you.” You almost missed it, the words muffled by your own mouth. His hands were back on you, his obi tossed aside as he began pulling at your many layers.

”Z-zo, be careful.” You pulled your head far enough away from him to get the sentence out, looking down between you to see his scarred hands that were yanking at your belt, almost to the point of tearing. You put your hands over his, stilling his pulling.

”Take it off.” He pressed his forehead to your’s, his breath coming out in pants as though he were a wild animal.

“I-I can’t.”

“If it’s not off in ten seconds, I’m gonna rip it off.”

“I can’t retie it.” He grabbed you by the hips, forcibly turning you around before pulling at the bow. Within seconds the tight fabric that had been holding everything together was pulled off, tossed on the ground next to his. You were spun around again, his hands working the small ties that were keeping the layers closed apart, not stopping until he felt your warm skin against his hands. He pulled your kimono open, holding it wide as though he was displaying your body to him, a curse falling from his lips unconsciously.

Beneath the fabric you were wearing very little, only a pair of black panties, your chest completely bare. Quickly you slipped your thumbs in the sides of your panties, knowing it was either that or they would be ripped clean in two if left on, forcing them down your legs and kicking them in the general direction of your obi. While he was gocking openly at you, something you would have expected of Sanji, not the green haired swordsman, you let your eyes run down his body. His yukata hung open, partially surprised he even kept it on. His cock was bobbing as he looked you over, a small bead of pre cum on the head.

Before you could stop yourself, you were wrapping your fingers around his cock, feeling the raging heat radiating from the appendage followed by a low groan. He dropped your kimono from his hand, opting instead to brace himself on a culm of bamboo behind you, his head dropping as he began losing himself in the pleasure of someone else’s hand. His hips weakly bucked into your hand, you ran your thumb over the head, gathering that little bit of pre cum and working it down his shaft. With every twist of your hand he let out a heavy breath, his teeth clenched and his gaze locked onto your body as you moved. His brain was overrun with pleasure, he wanted to say things to you, to whisper the dirtiest shit in your ear, all the things he had wanted to say to you over these past weeks. But his mind was completely blank, the only thing he was capable of understanding was how good your hand felt. “I missed you too.” You leaned your face forward so you could bring your lips to his, his kiss was lazy, his tongue slipping into your mouth the same way it would early in the morning as you kissed him as he came to bed after a night watch. “Missed you so much.” He hummed against you, his hips meeting your hand every time, groaning as you used your other hand to massage his balls as you sped up your hand.

He almost didn’t stop you as he felt his peak approach. Grabbing your wrist seconds before he was about to cum felt like the hardest thing he had ever done. But you didn’t question it, knowing what it meant. You let go of him, leaning against the bamboo behind you and watching as he tried to pull himself together.

His eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched as he tried to force his orgasm away. Knowing that when he tethered on the edge like that, something as simple as kissing you after so many weeks was enough to tip him over. You brought your hands to his face, forcing him to look at you as you stepped closer to him, needing to feel his body against yours. His arms wrapped around you exactly as you remembered, your arms around his neck and his around your waist, his face pressing into the top of your head as yours rests against his chest. He hadn’t realized just how much he had missed you, always trying to remain focused on the task at hand and knowing you were strong enough to take care of yourself when he wasn’t around. But despite all that, it felt like a small piece of him was finally back.

Since starting this relationship, there were very few moments like this. Zoro was never an overly sentimental person, preferring to show his feelings in quality time togerher rather then acts of affections, but he thought he could stand and hold you like this for hours. That was, until your hand encircled his cock again gripping it tightly around the base as you looked up at him, your eyes wide and pleading.

”Zo, we don’t know what’s gonna’ go down tomorrow.” He noted the hint of anxiety underlining your words, making him squeeze you tighter. “What if this is the last time we…” Your words faded, knowing he understood what you meant. Something about the volume of Wano, the foes you knew you’d face, even the ones you already had, for the first time since you joined the Strawhats, you questioned if you were going to be strong enough.

“Guess I’ll have to fuck you like it’s the last time, huh.” The jest in his voice, the half smile on his lips were his attempt to ease your concern, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough and he made a mental note to reassure you every chance he got.

He let go of your waist, kicking your legs apart with his knee so he could drag one finger between your folds. A breathy moan slipped from your lips as you leaned back against the bamboo, your head tipping back. “You’re practically dripping.” He knelt down, his free hand pressing the pads of his fingers into the meat of your thigh. He used his thumb to pull your lips apart, his face close enough that you could feel his hot breath where you so desperately needed his lips.

Without really thinking, your fingers grabbed his short hair and forced his face into your cunt. Never in your life, with him or any previous partners had you pulled such a bold move, but you had been more desperate for him then ever before and the moment you felt his breath on you you were done for. You felt him smile against your folds before his tongue lapped at your slick. You pushed your hips out, hoping it would give him more access, a long moan slipped from your lips when he pressed a thick finger into you.

You were so lost in the pleasure you completely missed the way he looked up at you. He was absolutely enamored by you, the way your hips were rutting against his face, your free hand coming up to cup your breast as a steady slew of moans flowed freely from your lips. He worked a second finger into you, your cunt tighter then even the first time he did this as he flicked his tongue over your clit again and against. Your hair was beginning to slip from the makeshift bun Robin had done for you, your tresses framing your face in a way that made Zoro’s cock twitch.

He forced a third finger in, spreading them wide so try and speed up the process as he began sucking your clit, making your fingers dig into his scalp. “Fuck j-just like that.” Your voice was breathy but you could feel your peak as he abused your bundle of nerves, forcing you over the edge when you felt him groan against you, the slapping of his fingers against your cunt drowned out by your long moan. The moment your orgasm was beginning to subside, he was off the ground, grabbing the backs of your thighs and picking you up. Your arms wrapped around his waist as did your ankles, locking around his waist. He was quick to push his cock into you, wasting no time taking it slow and bottoming out almost immediately.

The feeling of your nails biting into his nape was the only indication he needed to slow down a touch, giving you a moment to adjust to his size before starting to fuck you. The feeling of his warmth surrounding you, his strong arms around you, his body pressing you against the bamboo that was quickly warming to your skin, it was all so overwhelming after so long without being touched. It was a blessing none of your crew happened to walk by the foot path because there was no way for you to keep your sounds muffled. With every press of his cock into you he would let out a low groan, almost a growl, his face pressed into your shoulder as his thrusts sped up, his end clearly approaching quicker then normal. “Fuck you look so g-good all dressed up pretty for m-me.” From the moment he had seen you all made up, hair pulled back and such a feminine kimono cinching you in place, forcing you to stand up straight, you had been able to tell how much he liked this look for you, his eyes racking over you like a tiger eyeing prey. He ran his tongue over your shoulder and up the side of your neck, the salty taste of sweat causing him to moan right in your ear. “Think you’re tighter then the first time I fucked you.” You couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped past your lips at his words, forgetting the way his growl made your whole body rumble. ”Touch yourself for me, baby girl.” Your eyes lidded, your hooded gaze locked on his as you slipped on hand from around his neck, expecting to feel less secure between him and the trees but he just pressed against you harder. You were quick to press the pads of your fingers to your clit, working them in erotic, lazy circles, quickly increasing the speed until your fingers were matching his ragged pace.

You wanted to say something to him, tell him how much you missed his cock, how badly you had craved him while you were apart, but every attempt at words failed when all that came from your mouth was a wanton moan. “Wanna’ fill you.” You were barely able to catch the grumble into your shoulder, his teeth nipping at your neck as he fucked you into the bamboo behind you. ”Wanna’ make sure ‘veryone knows your mine, if it’s the last thing I-I do.”

“Zo” Your brow furrowed, the words being fucked out of you “C-can you c-cum ins-side me” The desire had never been stronger to have him fill you completely. Not knowing what tomorrow held, you figured might as well give into fantasy if it was your last time.

“You want me to fuck my seed into you?” You felt him smile against your skin, his canines grazing where your shoulder meets your neck as his pace somehow increased.

“Gods yes, make me y-yours.” His growled against you, his hips pounding into you so hard you knew you’d have bruises along your entire back.

“Gonna’ make sure ‘veryone knows who you belong to.” It was hard for your fingers to keep up, opting to rub your fingers together with your clit squished between, bringin you to a mounting orgasm that squeezed his cock like a vice. You were so cock drunk, riding your orgasm out, moans, cusses and his name leaving your lips like a chant. He was close behind you, the feeling of your cunt milking him was enough to force his orgasm crashing over him, his groan long and low in your ear. His hips slowed but didn’t stop, ensuring his seed filled every nook and crevice of your insides, sullying you for anyone else.

His breath was hot against your chest, his body still pressed against yours to make sure you didn’t slip out of the rather precarious position he had you in. Your hands were limp, one dangling at your side, the other loosely holding onto his neck. Your thighs were beginning to burn from the position, your ankles still locked around his hips but your legs felt sore. You wanted to say something, anything, thank him for a thorough fuck, or tell him how much you missed him, but no matter what elequant sentence you pieced together in your brain, you were completely unable to get it from thought into formed words. Instead, all you could do was whimper, his girth stretching you out to a point where your clit was stimulated from the inside, which had been a blessing but was not a point of major overstimulation. This paired with the ache throughout your lower half forced you to squirm in his grip, snapping him out of his post-climax fog.

With ease he grabbed the back of your thighs again, stepped away from the trees and lowered you down enough that your pins and needled feet could touch the ground. The change in position made the cum that has been corked inside of you, was now beginning to slip out of your well fucked entrance, a feeling you had not accounted for in the moment, and now made you cringe. You leaned back against the trees behind you, trying to catch your breath which seemed near impossible, while looking him up and down. His cock was still half hard but on its way to flaccid, his chest pink from exertion and his eyes looking over your body the same way you were his.

He stepped forward, his hands moving to the sides of your off white kimono undergarments, pulling the fabric closed and tying it with surprising delicateness, clearly this type of clothing was nowhere as new to him as it was you. He repeated the action with each layer, reaching down for your obi and gently turning you around. His tie wasn’t as elegant as Robin’s had been, but it was better then what you would have been able to do. You turned to watch him get redressed with practiced hands, watching as he bent down to pick up his own obi while grabbing your discarded panties. “What’re y-“ A smirk spread across his lips as he leaned in to press a kiss to your temple, his lips moving against your skin as he tucked your panties into his yukata.

”Good luck charm”

[bwat5-blog]

Quick Response To Some Fresh Lunacy

**Spoilers For Arcane**

So while I have only delved into the sheer bedlam that is the Arcane Critical tag once, every now and then one of those feisty little diesel drinkers makes it onto my feed and I am treated to something like this as reasons season 2 supposedly sucked (their phrasing was much more unpleasant):

1. The people of the Undercity died to save Piltover while wearing Enforcer uniforms despite Piltover doing nothing to earn it. 2. Silco was turned into a mouthpiece for forgiveness and letting go of the past despite being one of the only pro-zaun characters. 3. Jinx was redeemed by sympathizing with topsiders, forced to apologize for killing Caitlyn's mom and felt like she needed to die so Vi could run off with Caitlyn. 4. Vi didn't care about the grey and serviced Caitlyn in a prison cell where she was locked away by Enforcers as a kid. 5. Jayce acting like Viktor's illness that was caused by Piltover wasn't something that needed to be cured. 6. Ekko never calls out Heimerdinger for his failings, Vi for joining the Enforcers, and risks his people (the firelights) to help Piltover. 7. Sevika almost being cut completely, never reacting to Isha's death or interacting with Jinx in act 3 and risking her life to help Piltover which is way out of character.

Okay... breathe deep... it hurts.. I know it hurts. It hurt me as well to read such a strong concentration of felonious stupidity all in one place as well. But we must never falter. There are a lot of ways I could respond to this. And perhaps at some point I will go more in-depth. But the simple fact is nothing here requires a long, drawn out, point-by-point defense. Because I have seen the show. Which clearly gives me the upper hand here. So, I am going to give each of these the amount of attention they deserve.

The people of the Undercity died to save Piltover while wearing Enforcer uniforms despite Piltover doing nothing to earn it

Hey there. Remember him? Does it seem like once he pacified Piltover he was just gonna call it a day, get back in his gigantic astral hamster ball and fuck off back to the compound? No. His goal was the evolution of humanity. Not Piltover. Jayce spells this out clearly. "This isn't a fair request". But it is the truth. And regarding the uniforms. The average Undercity character is seen is some variety of leathers/cloth/wool whatever that usually is displaying a decent amount of skin. THE ENFORCERS WEAR ARMOR.

Silco was turned into a mouthpiece for forgiveness and letting go of the past despite being one of the only pro-zaun characters

Okay. I am going to make this is as simple as possible so you can follow along with me:

As we know, Silco is not there. Jinx is essentially working this out in her own mind through these hallucinations

Her status as Silco's daughter, being a symbol, his influence and shadow, it is all tying her to the past which as we know is filled to the brim with delicious sugary trauma.

Even though he was a monster, she views him as a father figure. And as much as it sucks to say probably more than Vander. She was so young when Vander died. She was with Silco during her real formative years. And I would bet she has pushed Vander away mentally to protect herself after everything that has occured. So while Vi sees Vander in the barfight when she wants to give up, Jinx sees Silco.

Silco is giving Jinx the permission Jinx realizes she has to give Vi to save both of them.

Jinx was redeemed by sympathizing with topsiders, forced to apologize for killing Caitlyn's mom and felt like she needed to die so Vi could run off with Caitlyn

Again. HUMANITY ENDING THREAT. Also ya know her fucking sister wanted her by her side.

OH NO! OUR MURDEROUS MENTALLY ILL TERRORIST IS HEALING AND TRYING TO TAKE ACCOUNTABILITY FOR HER MISTAKES! WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! NOT CHARACTER GROWTH!

3. True. In that moment she felt she needed to die.. because as she says, she feels "there's no good version of me". I know it's unfair you have to watch the whole scene to get it. But you have taken a profound moment of Jinx's love for her sister and her recognition of how Vi loves her and made it.. whatever this was supposed to be.

Vi didn't care about the grey and serviced Caitlyn in a prison cell where she was locked away by Enforcers as a kid.

I have done this so... so many times. I am not doing it again. I will go with the same blanket statement I have been using lately: A non-lethal crowd dispersal weapon in targeted locations against dangerous drug lords and a terrorist who likes blowing shit up? Seems like a decent plan.

Well done. You have taken a beautiful moment of meaning between these two characters and simplified it down to the utmost degree. There are numerous thoughtful, in-depth and heartfelt breakdowns of this scene available and I promised myself I wasn't going to waste a bunch of my time responding to this mind-melting ignorance. So I will just say this. If that is all you see in that scene, I really am sorry for you. I hope someday things improve.

Jayce acting like Viktor's illness that was caused by Piltover wasn't something that needed to be cured

Because it wasn't about Piltover or Zaun you crusty dishrag. Viktor was trying to purify all of humanity after a life-time of seeing the imperfections and weaknesses in himself as a start. Jayce loved Viktor. I'm not even getting to romantic or platonic, he LOVED VIKTOR. I suppose you would have preferred for him to look at Viktor and yell "You know what you diseased freak you have a point! Good for you taking everyone's humanity. WELL DONE!"

Ekko never calls out Heimerdinger for his failings, Vi for joining the Enforcers, and risks his people (the firelights) to help Piltover.

Heimerdinger is very aware of his failings. You have to watch in season one. Again.. watching the show you talk about.. very hard I know. And as close as he and Ekko are in season two I think we can safely say they are on the same page. Never mind that Ekko has shown he has no trouble calling out anyone who needs it.

Ekko and Vi are family. So while it is true he may be angry and we don't see it, I think a character of immense heart like Ekko who loves Vi would actually talk with her. You know.. rather than the savage degradation of Vi some people seem to wish for.

AGAIN FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY

Sevika almost being cut completely, never reacting to Isha's death or interacting with Jinx in act 3 and risking her life to help Piltover which is way out of character

She is a side character. Sorry but she is. But after a lifetime trying and failing to stand for Zaun she becomes their first ever voice on the council. She is the representative of every person she has wanted to protect. Sorry if that doesn't cut it.

When exactly would we have seen this? I also would have been curious to see her reaction but they were dealing with the whole ya know.. war?!

Same to above. I wish we could have seen Jinx rallying the undercity with Ekko. I actually give you this one. I think this was a missed opportunity.

ONCE MORE WITH FEELING

I'm sorry scary Viktor. I don't know why they keep forgetting you.

[xxchumanixx]

First Date 1/11

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Warnings/Tags: Reader has a certain eye color (just because of a reference), but feel free to change that whilst reading, improper thoughts mentioned, fluff, Bucky being sweet and a bit overwhelmed.

Word Count: tba as always

Authors Note: Hello, my loves! I wanted to make this a one part thing, but I don't want to keep you waiting even longer, so here's the first part of this. I hope you'll enjoy it! Also, for the sake of this, Bucky has a car and can legally drive it.

Also this is not proofread yet. I'm sorry for any mistakes.

Love yall!

It took all his willpower not to cancel the date and leave you hanging.

He still wondered how on earth you had agreed to go on a date with him.

You knew each other for a while now, being introduced by Sam. Part of his past self - the one from the forties - had flared up when he saw you.

You had captivated him the moment he'd laid eyes on you. Beautiful seemed too dull of a word to describe you.

And after months of flirting and pining, he'd finally made a move and asked you out.

Of course, Sam had to give him the last bit of courage, saying there was no way in hell you'd not agree.

Which brought him back to his initial thought: Why on earth did you agree to go out with him? You were smart, courageous, kind, soft, and caring. Not to mention your beauty.

And him?

He was just a poor excuse of the man he once used to be. PTSD and nightmares included.

Standing at your door, he wondered if it was ridiculous to bring you flowers. Was that still a thing? It was just a casual date - no fancy restaurant, no suits and dresses. Something casual, something easy.

Something he could handle.

He was nervous, thoughts running haywire as his nerves stood on end. How would you react to the flowers? Would you like them?

He once heard you mention lilies as your favorite, so he brought a bouquet of them. Was it too much? Was he going overboard with this?

But it was too late to turn around now. He wanted to go on this date. And maybe it was a bit selfish, but he needed it. He liked you - more than that - and he wanted this to work.

And you had already agreed.

With a smile so bright, it could have rivaled the sun.

So it hadn't been out of pity, right? God, he was overthinking again.

Just knock, Barnes!

So he straightened his shoulders, swallowing the lump in his throat, and knocked.

When it knocked, you had to take a deep breath to calm yourself.

You couldn't believe he'd asked you out. You'd never have had the courage to do so, no matter how much you wanted to.

You walked to the door, hoping you looked good enough before you opened it.

Oh lord have mercy was his first thought. You looked beautiful - as always. So beautiful he almost lost his ability to talk for a second.

He mentally slapped himself, hoping he didn't look as flustered as he felt.

Say something, idiot!

"Hey."

Smooth, Barnes. Very smooth.

Bucky mentally facepalmed. This was how he always got when he was nervous, and he knew it. He hated it. "Those are for you." He extended the bouquet with a hint of a smile, hoping it wasn't as awkward as he felt.

Your eyes widened, lips parting slightly as you took the bouquet from his hands, fingers brushing his, sending a shiver up your spine. "Wow." you breathed out, smiling. "Those are beautiful, thank you, Bucky."

His nerves settled a little when he saw your eyes widen and your smile. But his stomach still did somersaults, his heart raced in his chest.

He was glad you liked the flowers, he'd spent too long standing in the store for them.

He let out a little "You're welcome." as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, not sure what to do with his shaking, trembling limbs. "Ready to go?"

You nodded, fidgeting for a moment.

Get a grip!

"I'll just put them into water. Come in."

Bucky's eyes followed every move you made. The fidgeting, the nervousness - God, were you nervous too? He was tempted to ask, but he was scared that he'd embarrass you with that.

He entered your home, taking the time to take in his surroundings. It was... homey - a lot more lived-in than his own. "You have a nice place."

You smiled softly, walking into the kitchen to take a vase and fill it with water. "Thank you." you said. "It's not much, but it's home."

The little smile tugged on Bucky's heart strings. He followed you into the kitchen, watching you put the flowers in a vase. It was cute, and the sight warmed his heart.

Everywhere he looked was some part of you. The cookbook on the counter, partly covered by a towel, haphazardly thrown onto it. The little toy dinosaur on the windowsill. Blue, with green dots - it reminded him of your eyes.

He remembered you talking about a niece. It was probably hers then.

Whilst Bucky took in his surroundings, you admired the flowers for a moment longer. Had it been a lucky guess? Or did he remember your favorites? Smiling, you straightened a bit. "Okay, I'm ready to go."

"Good."

Smooth, Barnes, again.

Bucky mentally rolled his eyes, cursing his awkwardness. God, he wished he was as smooth as his past self had been.

He felt his shoulders tense a little again, but managed to keep the nerves from showing. He gestured to the door, silently asking you to go first.

You walked ahead, grabbing your small bag and a jacket, slipping into your shoes by the door. Your nerves were skyrocketing, stomach fluttering.

How on earth did you get this devastatingly handsome man to ask you out?

Bucky was glad you went first so he could take some time to calm down. Following you out the door, he took notice of how you walked, the way your hips swung from side to side.

He was only a man, after all.

He was tempted to reach out for your hand but didn't dare to. What if you thought it was too much? What if you thought he was too forward?

So he kept his hands to himself, stuffing them back into the pocket of his jacket.

The both of you walked to his car, Bucky opening the door for you like a perfect gentleman. He was still nervous, and the nerves were gnawing at his stomach, but it wasn't that bad now.

Just act natural.

Bucky got into the driver's seat, fumbling with the keys in his nervousness before finally starting the car.

He still wasn't sure what to say, the silence in the car weighing down on him. "You look beautiful, by the way." he blurted, glancing over at you as he reversed the car.

Great, now you probably thought he was an idiot.

You smiled softly, cheeks heating up a little. "Thank you." you said. "I wasn't sure what to wear. I've never been on a casual date before. Always these fancy restaurants and stuff. I'm glad it's not like that."

"Me too." he admitted. Taking dates to fancy restaurants had been the norm in the forties. But to Bucky, that felt so formal and stiff. He wanted this to be casual, to be comfortable. And he was glad you seemed to feel the same.

His lips tugged upwards in a smile, his eyes on the road, but the tension visible in his shoulders decreased noticeably.

Sam had warned him not to make it overly fancy. He knew you like the back of his hand, and he'd heard enough of you complaining about how stiff everything felt sitting at a fancy restaurant, surrounded by people that were so unlike you.

It felt wrong - you felt wrong.

Out of place.

This, on the other hand, felt nice.

It felt right.

You looked out of the window for a moment, not knowing what to say. You were nervous, trying not to act weird by doing god knows what.

The nerves were gnawing at Bucky too, the silence in the car deafening. Should he say something? But what? God, he was pathetic. Back in the forties, he never had any issues talking to women. Sure, his past self was a total flirt, but at least he would have said something and not just sat there with the silence in the car suffocating him.

He swallowed hard, cursing his own awkwardness as he drove.

"Did you see Sam lately?" you asked the first thing that came to your mind. Great. Just bring another man into this conversation. But it was something easy, something to break the ice.

Right?

Bucky's shoulders relaxed a little. He was glad you broke the silence, but his breath hitched when you mentioned Sam. Bucky would have never in his wildest dreams thought he'd ever be jealous of Sam, but here he was.

What if Sam had said something?

No. Not possible.

Bucky knew Sam would never do that. If you were on this date, it was because you wanted to, and not because you felt obligated to. Relax. You're overthinking this again. "Yeah, he was by last week." Bucky eventually said.

You nodded faintly, glad that the conversation seemed still easy. "That's good." you gave back. "He said he'd bring his sister's cookies next week."

The mention of cookies made his stomach growl, and Bucky had to bite back a laugh. "That'd be great, I missed her cookies last time." he replied.

If there was one thing he missed about the forties, it'd be good food. These days, everything tasted different. But Sam's sister, Sarah, made the best cookies he's ever had the pleasure to taste.

You hummed with a small grin. "Yeah, only because Sam ate half of them before he even landed." you told him. "I told him to bring you some, but he only had a handful left and insisted on giving them to me. I wanted to share, but before he went home there was only one left. Wonder how."

A laugh escaped Bucky, picturing the situation in his head. He could hear Sam denying eating half the cookies with a mouth full of said cookies. "Yeah, that sounds like him." he said. "I wouldn't have shared, honestly." Bucky added teasingly, a grin tugging at his lips.

You shook your head, still with that small grin on your lips. "I mean I wanted to share them with you." you explained. "Because he had none for you left even though Sarah instructed him to bring you some, too."

Bucky's heart fluttered, the grin on his face widening without his consent. He felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the fact that you had wanted to share the cookies with him. Not with Sam, not with anyone else.

Him.

And that made him happy. Happier than it should, probably. "Thanks," he said. "Although I don't blame him. Sarah's cookies are irresistible."

"Yeah." you agreed, mouth watering at the thought of the sugary sweetness of them. "I'm gonna make sure you're gonna get some next week, though."

"I will hold you to that." Bucky replied, giving you a smile. He felt the tension leave his shoulders more and more. Talking to you became easier every second. The silence in the car wasn't as heavy anymore, not as suffocating. But it did make him more aware of his heartbeat, of the way his palms got sweaty.

Just... have some trust in yourself. Ugh, yeah, right. Who am I? Dr. Raynor?

You smiled softly. You'd definitely make sure there were cookies left for him that Sam wouldn't eat up. Even if it'd be the last thing you'd do.

Bucky felt so giddy, and it was a strange but welcome feeling. He didn't remember the last time he had felt this way. He hadn't thought he was even able to feel like this anymore. The feeling left a warm, fuzzy trail through his entire body, making his toes curl.

God, he could not stop grinning like a lovesick fool.

"We're here." he said after a few more minutes spent in silence, parking the car. He got out, walking over to your door and opening it for you, holding out a hand to help you out.

Your smile widened as you shook your head slightly, taking his hand to get out of the car. "A true gentleman." you said, teasing.

He would have shrugged your comment off, but the smile you gave him left him speechless. Bucky swallowed hard, trying to keep his nerves in check.

The feelings and sensations that flooded him whenever you touched him, even if it was just the simple touch of your hand in his, were overwhelming him in the best possible way.

He closed the car door once you got out, still holding onto your hand.

"Shall we?" he asked, gesturing to the small, cozy looking café before you. Bucky's heart was racing when you didn't let go of his hand, even after he gestured towards the café.

"Yeah, let's go." you gave back, still smiling, though the feeling of his hand holding yours was doing things to you. It sent shivers up your spine, his warmth spreading through you.

The café looked cozy, nothing overwhelming. Just right.

The nerves Bucky thought he had managed to calm down were back in full force. He was certain you could feel his pulse through his fingertips. But he still didn't let go. If you didn't want to let go of his hand, he sure as hell wasn't going to be the one to do it first.

Bucky's heart did another somersault. He never expected you to be so... soft. There were no other words for it. You looked like a literal angel. Everything about you, from your looks to the way you smiled... it was intoxicating.

He hadn't realized he was still staring until you turned your head to give him another one of your smiles, only this time it was wider and more radiant than before. He averted his eyes quickly, feeling his face heat up as he cleared his throat.

Bucky couldn't remember the last time something had affected him the way you did.

He felt your hand in his, it was soft.

So soft.

His mind drifted off for a second, wondering what other parts of you were soft. He scolded himself internally.

Jesus, Barnes. Get a grip.

He shook his head, opening the door of the café for you. The scent of fresh coffee wafted through the air, the cozy chatter of the other guests the background noise as Bucky guided you to a table.

You looked around, taking in the different sensations. It was perfect. Cozy but lively, freshly baked goods wherever you looked. Coffee in different varieties, but not too much. Not too modern. Too overwhelming. It was just the right amount.

It screamed Bucky.

Old-fashioned, neat, simple.

Warm.

Bucky pulled out a chair for you as the two of you reached an empty table, giving you a smile before taking the seat across from you.

He watched you look around, taking in the café. "You like it?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty coloring his voice. He was nervous, worried you might find the café dull. He knew it was silly, but there was always this tiny voice in the back of his head, telling him his ideas were dumb.

Damn self-deprecation.

You looked back at him with a soft smile. "It's perfect." you told him. "Nothing too fancy or over the top. I like it."

And you did, really. It was a far cry from the places previous dates had taken you, which had been a far cry from you.

This was perfect.

Your words made Bucky relax the tiniest bit. The tension fell off his shoulders, the little voice in his head grew quieter. He knew you meant the words, didn't just say them to be polite. And that thought meant everything to him.

A smile tugged on his lips. "Good." he said. "I'm glad you like it." Bucky was surprised at the relief he felt that you approved of his choice. The tension in him kept fading, bit by bit. He couldn't get that stupid grin off his face.

The café was a bit hidden, something you more stumble upon than seek out actively. "How did you find this place?" you asked, curious as you folded your arms on the table.

It was this typical place you'd see in the movies and shows.

Bucky cleared his throat, his fingers idly fidgeting at the table, tracing the pattern on the wood. "Ah, I kinda just stumbled upon it on one of my runs." He answered, a sheepish, awkward smile on his lips. He didn't tell you he had spent days finding the right place.

He was glad he had found this one, it was perfect. It wasn't too crowded, and it wasn't too small. Just right. Just the place he had imagined for your first date.

You hummed in acknowledgment, still smiling softly. "I like it." you told him once more as a waitress approached.

Bucky felt warm all over, the smile you gave him and the way you said you liked the café making him feel like he was on cloud nine.

He was glad you did, he had spent days going to cafés and restaurants trying to pick the right one. And when he had found this one, he had just known it was perfect.

The waitress came to the table, and Bucky ordered himself a black coffee. He glanced at you when you ordered a hot chocolate. Of course, you liked sweet things he thought, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Any goods I can bring you?" The waitress asked with a smile. She seemed to fit right into this place. You tilted your head slightly. "Do you have apple pie?"

Bucky couldn't take his eyes off you as you ordered the apple pie. The way your eyes sparkled when you did, how you tilted your head. He felt his stomach fill with that warm, fuzzy feeling again, and the butterflies in his stomach did somersaults.

There was no denying it anymore.

He was head over heels for you.

God, he hoped you'd want a second date after today. He didn't know what he'd do if you'd turn him down. The thought of never seeing you again, of never getting to hold your hand again... it terrified him somehow.

The waitress looked at Bucky expectantly. He'd completely missed when she asked him if he wanted a piece of pie, too.

You had to bite your cheek not to chuckle.

Bucky's eyes snapped up to the waitress, his ears heating up in embarrassment as he met her eyes. "Ah, yeah. Sorry." he said. "I'll have some too, thank you." He gave her a shy smile, hoping she wouldn't mind his inattention.

He was simply too distracted by you to pay attention to anything else.

She jotted it down on her notepad before she headed back to the kitchen.

You pressed your lips together in an attempt to fight the goofy grin. He'd been too focused on you to listen to the waitress, and it gave you that fuzzy feeling you read about in books. It made your heart flutter, the butterflies going crazy.

Bucky's ears were burning when he looked at you, seeing the grin on your face and how it made the corners of your eyes crinkle. That grin had him melting, and he had to fight the urge to kiss you.

God, the date had only started and he was this far gone.

The warmth and fuzzy feeling spread in his stomach again, the butterflies in his belly going crazy. This was it. This was the feeling that poets wrote about. That singers sang about. He had finally been hit by cupid's arrow.

Get your shit together!

"So..." you broke the silence, grin softening into a smile. "She said their apple pie's the best in town."

Bucky had been so lost in thought and in his own feelings that he hadn't even noticed he'd been staring at you. He felt his face heat up, his body tensing with nerves again.

Get a grip, Barnes, he mentally scolded himself.

"Ah, yeah." he replied, clearing his throat. "I hope it's as good as she proclaimed." He tried to sound casual, but Bucky was certain he was failing.

Miserably.

"I'm sure." you said, humming. "This place seems like the one you read in books about. Hidden, but famous for their apple pie."

Bucky smiled, a soft look in his eyes. He loved how observant you were. The way you took in and processed the things around you, your attention to detail. He was certain there was nothing you'd miss, no small thing you didn't notice.

It was one of the things he loved most about you.

"Yeah, kinda does." he agreed, a soft smile still on his lips. Bucky was more and more amazed at how in sync you were with one another. Everything was just... right.

"I like it." you said again, this time quieter as your finger followed the pattern of the wood on the table.

The quiet tone in your voice was soothing, and the way you traced the pattern on the wood captivated Bucky for a moment.

He stared at you intently as your finger followed the pattern of the wood, a soft smile on his lips. "Yeah," he replied, his voice just as soft. "I like it too."

He was so, so happy.

The date wasn't even halfway through but he was more than happy with it so far. Everything was just... perfect. And he hoped it would stay that way.

A silence fell over the both of you, not awkward nor tense. It was comfortable. Homey.

Bucky just stared at you, taking in your features. The curve of your nose, the way your lips turned up, forming a small, soft smile. The way your eyes lit up when you smiled, the way you tilted your head ever so slightly when you were intrigued.

He never wanted to stop staring at you.

The small dimples on your cheeks when you smiled, the slight curve of your jaw, your long lashes - he was addicted to every single thing about you.

A few moments later, the waitress returned with your orders.

A smile tugged at Bucky's lips as he watched the waitress put the apple pie on the table. It smelled delicious and looked even better than it smelled.

God, he couldn't wait to take a bite.

He glanced over at you as the waitress left the table and was met with that gorgeous smile once more. He could look at you all day, he was certain of that.

The way your eyes lit up, your smile, your dimples, he was in love. He was certain of it.

Wow, Barnes. Slow down. Bucky mentally scolded himself, clearing his throat to distract himself.

Meanwhile, you hummed in content, pulling your piece of pie closer. It smelled heavenly.

Bucky took a bite of the apple pie, and good lord he was in heaven. It was the best apple pie he had ever had, just as the waitress had said - no, it was even better.

The smell, the taste, the texture... he took another bite, feeling the warm, gooey filling and the apples in the crust dance across his tongue.

The flavors made him groan quietly, and when he glanced over to you, he saw the satisfied expression on your face, your eyes closed, humming quietly as you took a bite of your own piece of pie.

You couldn't help the way you swayed your upper half in delight. "Wow." you said once you'd swallowed, staring at the pie. "I need this recipe." It was perfect. Literally.

Bucky's smile widened, the way you savored the pie and the expression on your face made his heart flutter like a teenager having their first crush. It was cute, the way you swayed yourself in delight, it was endearing.

"I have a feeling they won't give it to you." he teased, taking another bite of his own piece.

You sighed dramatically, pouting. "Yeah, I think so, too."

Bucky laughed at your dramatics, finding it endearing. It was fun, teasing one another like this. It was a far cry from the nervous, awkward Bucky from the start of the date.

You were loosening him up in a way he hadn't experienced before, and not once did he think you were pitying or mocking him. Your teasing was playful and genuine, and it made him feel... normal.

He liked it.

You smiled softly, eating some more pie. "I'll just have to come back for more."

Please do, Bucky thought.

The thought was so loud, it bounced off the walls in Bucky's mind. He wanted you to come back, to come to this cafe with him, to eat apple pie and sip coffee.

But the cafe wasn't the only thing he wanted to come back for.

His thoughts drifted off to a second date. And a third, and a fourth, and a fifth... He was in way too deep. He was in trouble, but he didn't really care. "I think that's a good plan," he replied, taking another bite of his own piece.

Taking a sip from your hot chocolate, you hummed. "It is."

The sight of you taking a sip from your hot chocolate left his throat dry. He took a sip from his black coffee to stop himself from gawking at you when your lips wrapped around your cup, your tongue darting out to lick away the bit of whipped cream that had gotten on your upper lip.

He swallowed hard, averting his gaze.

Get. A. Grip. Barnes. He mentally scolded himself for the thousandth time. But how could he, when you sat there, looking nothing short of an angel?

The more he took you in, the more he found himself falling for you. He was in love - the butterflies, the way his heart fluttered, the way his heart raced in his chest, the way he couldn't focus on anything but you.

This was what those old love ballads were about, the ones about cupids arrows and being struck by them.

Love at first sight? He thought it was nonsense. But now he knew it was real. He was falling, head over heels for you. Bucky Barnes, a hundred and six year old man, was a fool in love.

When you sat the cup back down, you didn't notice the bit of whipped cream on the tip of your nose.

But Bucky did.

He couldn't resist the urge, and he reached out with his thumb, gently brushing the bit of whipped cream from your nose. You were so, so precious, and Bucky couldn't get enough of you.

"You had whipped cream on your nose." he said with a soft chuckle, showing you the bit of cream on his thumb.

You blinked a few times, a hot feeling crawling up your spine at the sudden, though short proximity. "Thanks." you breathed out, clearing your throat quietly before you sent him a small smile.

A smile of his own tugged on the corners of Bucky's lips as you blinked at him, a soft blush spreading on your face. The way you blushed was endearing, it made him feel all fuzzy inside.

Every time you looked up at him and smiled, his heart fluttered, and his stomach did somersaults. Your smile could light up a whole room, he was certain of it.

Before he could have stopped himself, his lips wrapped around the tip of his thumb, licking the whipped cream away.

You heart stuttered as your gaze fixed on his thumb between his lips. Was he doing this intentionally? Did he even know what he did?

Swallowing, you quickly averted your gaze to focus on the remnants of your pie instead.

But Bucky couldn't miss the way you blushed harder when he licked the whipped cream from his thumb. Your reaction did something to him, made his blood race through his veins in a rush, his heart rate picking up.

God, you looked so cute, the way you blushed and looked away.

He felt his own face heat up, the blush spreading to the very tip of his ears. His stomach was tying itself into knots. Smooth, Barnes. Very smooth.

"So, um..." he said, trying to get his mind off of the way you had blushed and looked away, trying to get rid of the nervous flutter in his stomach. "I kinda have a second part to this date." he admitted, his voice sounding less steady than he had hoped it would.

No matter how nervous and anxious he was, he wanted to show you this as well. He was praying you would love the little place he had found for the second part of the date.

You tilted your head slightly, curious. "Really? What is it?"

Bucky smiled, his heart beating out of his chest with nervous anticipation.

Would you like his idea? Or would you think it was cheesy? Would you think it was a bit too much?

He mentally slapped himself for getting so worked up. It was just a small thing, but the idea of you not liking it was too much to handle. "It's a surprise," he finally said, the grin on his face widening as he saw the intrigued look on yours.

You pushed your lip out before biting it. "A surprise? Well, I'm intrigued."

Bucky had to fight the urge to lean over the table and kiss you. The way you pouted and then bit your lip, it made his knees weak.

He was so, so gone.

You could have asked him to run through hell with his butt naked, and he would have if you had batted your eyelashes at him in just the right way.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, tilting his head as he studied your face.

You narrowed your eyes playfully. "What did you plan?" you asked, laughing quietly. "Well, yes, obviously I do trust you. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here."

The laugh you let out made his heart flutter again. His chest warmed at the sound. He could listen to you laugh for days and never get tired.

The sight of you laughing, with the corners of your eyes crinkling as your smile widened. The slight, almost unnoticeable dimples you had, your eyes lighting up when you laughed, the way you bit your bottom lip...

Bucky swallowed hard, pushing away the thoughts that came flooding back into his mind. Get your mind out of the gutter, Barnes. "You'll see when we get there." he said, smiling.

You hummed, smiling yourself. "I'll patiently wait then."

When you hummed, it sent all his blood south, straight to the lower parts of his body. God, the things you did to him. It was as if you knew you drove him crazy, made his blood race through his veins in a rush.

His heart did somersaults in his chest as his face heated up again, the blush he had managed to will away earlier returning with full force.

He took another sip of his coffee to get rid of the dryness in his throat. Get. A. Grip, Barnes. His inner voice scolded again.

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[descendant-of-truth]

Sooo has anyone else noticed that Chaos Sonic seems to know things about Sonic that he logically shouldn't?

He constantly brings up Sonic's failures, describes him as looking "sad and pathetic" and being "tragic" when Sonic doesn't even look upset, and seems to have inherited chili dogs as his favorite food to boot.

But the Chaos Council doesn't know about Sonic's biggest failures. They don't know that he feels sad about anything, or that he likes chili dogs. Not even Nine knows these things in detail, and even if he did, we're not given any indication that he told the Council anything after giving them the initial idea for Chaos Sonic by accident.

And yet, he takes every opportunity to poke at Sonic's insecurities, even targeting his friends and blaming him for getting them hurt.

How does he know Sonic well enough to make these kinds of targeted remarks? I like that he can, it leads to a lot more interesting interactions than if he couldn't, but what's the in-universe explanation?

Well, Sonic absorbed some of the Prism's energy when it shattered, and Chaos Sonic was created mostly with the energy from the shards. While this could give them a sort of mental connection, it doesn't seem to go both ways, and I have a slightly more specific theory for how it all works.

That being: I think the Prism itself knows Sonic. Which is kind of a bold claim, I think, but hear me out.

First of all, the energy that's in Sonic's body (once tempered with Nine's tech of course) adapts his gloves and shoes to his environment in ways that'll protect him. New Yoke doesn't require anything special, but the Boscage Maze has tall trees that are difficult to climb, so it gives him retractable claws. No Place is filled with water, and Sonic can't swim, so he gets hover shoes to keep him afloat even if he falls in.

That's a suspicious amount of intent going on there, isn't it? And they appear the instant Sonic enters a new world, so he doesn't even encounter the obstacles his clothes are protecting him from before getting them. It's like the energy already knows what the world is like and what Sonic's capabilities are.

Secondly, Shadow reacts physically to the giant sparkly specter of Tails that shows up in the void, which tells me that those are all Actual Things that the Prism conjured up.

And that's. kind of weird, right? I just assumed these were symbolic of memories flashing through Sonic's head, but I guess they're also flashing through space itself, which I will admit did get a laugh out of me the first time I watched it

(They might not be "memories" exactly since we never flashback to when these lines were originally said, but they're certainly Something that came from Sonic's head so my point still stands)

Finally, when the Chaos Council uses the Prism energy to make the Giant Eggman, it specifically takes the form of the original. That didn't come from Mister Doctor's imagination - that's how Sonic remembers Eggman.

Not to mention, they keep hammering home how uniquely linked Sonic is to the Prism, so why not have it be the other way around? I'm not saying that the Paradox Prism has to have any kind of sentience for this theory to work (in fact I'd be surprised if it did), but it could be acting as a sort of container for data on Sonic, just like how Sonic is a container for its power.

And if that's the case, then it explains how Chaos Sonic knew so much; he's tapped into that very data bank from the get-go. It also complicates the question of how to restore the Prism a bit, because yeah Sonic might have to put his energy back into it, but does the Prism have to give anything back to him in return?

Regardless of the answer, I'm really looking forward to learning more about how the Paradox Prism works (and also any potential future Chaos Sonic appearances because I loved every moment he was on screen)

[cheeseceli]

Skz reacting to your mouth piercing

pairing: skz ot!8 × gn!Reader (individually)

request: could you do a skz reaction to the reader getting angel fangs, like the piercing of it's alright.

warning: maybe a little bit cringey but what can i do

a/n: even though i said "mouth piercing", this can be read as angel fangs as well! i just changed the title so it'd be easier to understand. I wrote a few things about the angel fangs specifically as well. hope you like it nevertheless!

Chan

SUCH A SIMP

When you first told him that you wanted to get a piercing, he was mentally preparing himself to simp over you

But once you actually got it???

So in love with how you look

Besides that, he would help to take care of the piercing until it healed

Always reminding you of what to do and how to do it

"I can't get over of how great you look. Does it feel okay? You're not in pain right now, are you?"

Lee Know

Shiny eyes

Open mouth

Staring at your lips like a kid who's excited

Doesn't say anything for a while

But you know he loved it

The type to be more addicted to your kiss

Would even think of piercing himself after all of this

(ngl i think his favourite type of piercing would be angel fangs, so if that's the case, he is so head over heels for you)

"Can I kiss you again?

Changbin

Huge smirk

And infinite compliments

As long as my man can talk, he'd be complimenting you

The typa bf to take a picture of you like this and set it as his wallpaper

I feel like he'd want to be there while you get the piercing

But if not possible, he'd be waiting for you while being so excited

Would tell everyone how great you look with this new change

Your biggest fan

"Look how great you look smiling in this pic. It's the third time I change my wallpaper this week, because of you."

Hyunjin

*hyunjin's voice" "sexy, hard sexy"🫸

Fr tho, my man's holding back from kissing you so hard

Wondering how he survived all those years before seeing you like this

*flashback to the tongue piercing during trainee day's rumours*

Lowkey thinks about getting a tongue piercing so you guys could "match" as well

(And if we're talking about the angel fangs, he'd paint it for sure. It's cliche but it's true)

Han

Let's face it

He was the one who suggested it

He'd be like "good morning my love. Y'know what ? You'd look amazing with a mouth piercing"

And he's in shock

Positive typa shock

Deadass stared at your lips for a whole minute before saying anything

And when he does say something, every sentence he can form is a compliment towards you

"You look so good"

"I know Ji, you said that a few times already."

"No, you don't get it. You look SO good."

Felix

Such a simp for you!!

He wouldn't know what to do

You'd be talking and he'd be like

looking at your mouth

SO fixated

He's hypnotized

and 100% in love btw

"Felix, are you even listening?"

"Hm? Oh, sorry sorry. It's just, you look... beautiful. Really, really beautiful"

Seungmin

He's trying so hard to keep his posture lmao

but he's freaking out over how amazing you look

Every now and then you catch him lost in the little piece of metal, admiring you with heart eyes

Similar to Chan, he'd also take care of you to keep manutence of a piercing beforehand

I'm 100% but he's so bf material

(talking bout the angel fangs, I believe he'd be the biggest fan of it, he can't even hide it)

"You look even prettier somehow. I don't know how you do it"

I.N

He's dying to kiss you

He needs to kiss you and feel your lips right now in this moment

And he loves how the piercing makes you smile even brighter

He's giggling so much lmao

He swears he could spend a whole afternoon looking at your mouth

Probably will do it anyways

And if he didn't know about the piercing before, like a surprise, he will be so 😯

He's so devoted to you

"I'm telling you, seeing you like this was the best thing that happened to me the whole day"

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[somewhat-insane]

Kinda request? You can denial if you don't like.

Sun Wukong x Male!Reader

Just reader take control of everything and shower the king with love hc

Ooo~ Yes! I need more x Male!Reader things in the fandom. Unfortunately, I have no idea how to write gendered readers so I don't think there's actually any implication the reader is male but- just believe I had a Male!Reader in mind- (I hope I understood the request correctly-)

~Sun Wukong x Male!Reader ~

Tags: Ooc, fluff

!!Warnings!!: Wukong's my favorite character so I kinda lost control of this one a bit so just- manage your expectations, mentally ill monkey doesn't know how to be normal about emotions

Doesn't really know how to react at first when you scratch behind his ears and groom his fur and squish his cheeks

He's the monkey king after all! The Great Sage; Equal to heaven! He can't break just because someone treats him with "love" and "care" pfft... but also, don't stop

He's not used to people being so... forward with him in this way

Sure, he's used to MK's enthusiasm and even Mei's impulsive rage, but, aside from a hug here and there, he's not used to such blunt affection

Emotional rollercoaster

"Obviously you love me! I'm the monkey king! ... But also, why don't you hate me?"

He's pretty suspicious for a while but tries to hide it in front of the others

He'll drop passive-aggressive hints but won't be outwardly rude UNLESS you meet his energy in which case he will start being blunt and insult you to your face (though, at this point I'm like 90% sure he's trying to flirt but not even he knows. He just likes going back and forth with you; though he sometimes gets genuinely upset, especially if you mention his past or mental state. He'll sulk for a while but then he gets an idea for a good comeback and is back to his old self)

How and why you show him love will determine how quickly he gets vulnerable with you

If you're gentle with him and just genuinely want to show him love and care, then I'd give him anywhere between a week and a month

One day you do one loving thing too many and he snaps

Literally

You're just letting him lay his head on your shoulder while you play with his hair and suddenly he's snarling and baring his teeth demanding that you tell him what you're planning

"You must be planning something! Otherwise, why would you be doing all this nice stuff and act so affectionate?"

After arguing with him and trying to calm him down, he starts crying and, congrats! Now you have to comfort a crying, immortal, murder monkey who is clinging to you like you'll disappear

After that, I wouldn't say he fully believes you--he'll always be subconsciously waiting for you to betray him--but he does start seeking you out and letting you love on him (and now he returns the affection!)

On the other hand, if you just show him affection to tease him, it could take years for him to fully trust you

Kind of an enemies-to-lovers type thing except the enemy part is kind of one-sided (unless it's not and you hate him and I have to ask, why do you hate him he is literally the best boi-... that may or may not be a murderer but that's unrelated -3-)

He'll lay awake at night replaying times you've made him blush and he'll just be cursing at himself for all the weird feelings you make him feel

He'll go from "knowing you're just teasing and teasing back" to "believing you're teasing and wishes you weren't" to finally "GOd DAMNIT JUST KISS ME ALREADY YOU HANDSOME IDIOT"

Once you get over the trust hurdle, he'll definitely take advantage

Clingy (he could only hold back his inner monkey for so long and now he has to be touching you in some way, shape, or form every second of the day)

The moment you sit down he is in your lap and begging you for affection

Whines... all the time

"Nooooooooo, don't get out of bed, you haven't given me enough pats yet."

Won't let you leave until you give him a bunch of kisses

Uh-oh. Now he's cocky and will show off

It takes a while, but eventually, you have a clingy monkey who melts at your touch.

~

I'm sorry this took so long- As I stated earlier, Wukong's my favorite and I just- I could talk about him forever-

[untltledforyourpleasure]

Hope

Paring: Jay Gatsby x Reader

My brain is finally working again and using it's full mental capacity to write a story (im thinking a series) but for now... ENJOY A CUTE LITTLE GATSBY BLURB FOR MY GATSBY FANATICS!

Hope is a funny thing. 

Within a moment, you have it, a small yet sharp spark in your belly that slowly spreads throughout your body until it reaches the top of your head until the bottom of your toes. It makes the tears that dare to fall from your eyes stop, all the rushing thoughts of doubt flee for just a second. Hope is a feeling that everyone gets every once in a while. Hope is a burning flame that engulfs you once acted upon.

Hope is a dream killer. 

Jay Gatsby stood at the edge of the dock in silence, watching the waves of the shore roll towards him, crashing into each other with a soft whoosh. The moon was bright tonight. It lit his entire body, making him appear as if he was a mere ghost from behind. His arm was extended, as if reaching across the shore for something. For someone.

I watched from a small distance away, eyes sliding over his figure as I always did. He was tall and strong, more than other men I’d seen at his parties. They always held themselves with stubborn pride. But Gatsby… he held himself with a stubbornness of love. Never quite staying but never letting go.

I pushed my feelings down and breathed in slowly as I approached him, reaching up to place a hand on his shoulder. “Jay,” I said. 

He jumped slightly, breathing my name. “You scared me, Dove,” he said, letting his arm fall to his side as his other hand covered mine. “What’re you doing up so late?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” I replied, looking out across the bay. A small yet green light stared back at me, mocking and taunting. I already knew the answer as to what he was doing. He did it every night without fail. “It’s nearly midnight, you know.”

“Is it? I must’ve lost track of time,” he said in a far away voice. I spared a glance at him to see his green gaze locked on the light across from us. My jaw tensed as I looked, too. How could a man like his, so caring and kind and thoughtful, deserve the mental pains he struggled with daily?

“I see.” I breathed in slowly, forcing the pains I felt down. “You have an early day tomorrow. Please, come to bed.”

“I…” Jay sighed, finally tearing his gaze away to look down at me. There was so much sadness and anger behind his eyes, but what was even more worrisome was the hope that was beginning to sprout. Hope that she would find him and come for him soon. Hope that she would love him.

I felt like crying. I felt like jumping in the water in front of me and drowning. I felt like grabbing him by the shoulders and reminding him that I’d been here for all of the harsh years life has thrown at him. I wanted to remind him that she hadn’t. 

I didn’t though. I just smiled up at him. “Come to bed, Jay,” I whispered. Slowly, the big smile I grew to love sprouted on his face, stretching across his teeth beautifully. 

“Okay,” he agreed, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it. “Let’s go to bed, Dove.” However, they didn’t move towards the house. He leaned towards me and pressed his lips to mine, making me sigh in relief. It was soft and loving and intimate and my entire body reacted to it. My hand crept up to his collar to pull him closer. 

Jay slowly pulled back, biting my bottom lip softly. “I love you,” he whispered. I closed my eyes, savoring those words, silently wishing they were fully true.

“I love you, too,” I replied, grasping his hand and pulling him away towards the house. Another huge smile spread on his face as he stumbled along the dock behind me. Hope crawled into my mind as we opened the door and I smiled, turning to the bay one more time. She might have a hold in his mind during the day, but for tonight, his hope was in my love.

Fuck you, Daisy Buchanan. He’s mine.

...this was kinda shitty and I lowkey hate the ending but hopefully you like it! Love you all!

Like and reblog please!! Constructive criticism and writing tips are welcome💛💛!