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i hate that i love this AUGHHH DAVID CORENSWET’S CLARK KENT IS KILLING ME

wiping his kisses off (clark kent x fem!reader)

summary: you hop on the trend of wiping off your boyfriends kisses off, only to cave in a matter of seconds.

content: just fluff, pet names, clark being the cutest ever i want to smush his cheeks

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it was cruel. but you couldn’t help yourself.

all clark ever wanted to do after work was kiss you all over and hold you as if your body disintegrated the stress of the day from his. but tonight, after hours of doomscrolling, you just had to try the trend on clark.

you hear the lock on the front door click, in sync with a heavy exhale of relief. you turn to look over the couch to see an especially disheveled looking Clark taking off his shoes with his heels and placing his briefcase on the floor.

“hey, you,” you chirp, leaning back on the couch to get an upside-down view of your boyfriend, your voice so syrupy and inviting Clark could practically start floating.

“hi baby,” he says softly, smiling when he sees you sitting so pretty on the couch, quilt draped over your lap with a book on top. he pads over to you, stalking above your form behind the couch. “missed you, missed your face,” he bends down to meet your laid back head and presses a long, tender kiss to your lips. when you separate, he barely has time to admire your face (as he always does) before you wipe your lips with the back of your hand. he slightly retracts away, brow furrowing in confusion. he ducks down to kiss you one more time, to make sure he’s seeing right - only to be met with the same sight he’d witnessed before.

“why are you doing that?” he asks, face inches from yours.

“doing what?” you act oblivious, stuck between keeping a serious face or grabbing his and kissing it all over, saying you didn’t mean it.

“wiping them off,” he says, deflated, and it makes your heart ache. he’s so innocent and so obviously hurt. you know Clark and you know where his mind has immediately gone - to the pit of self-doubt that tells him it’s his fault. “did I do something?”

that damn kicked puppy look is what gets to you break. you spring up, bouncing in the couch cushions, to throw your arms around his neck.

“imsorryimsorryimsorry,” you say between kisses that land in various places on his face. he’s confused at first, but his arms eventually fall to their natural place around your waist. “it was a prank..” you admit, biting your lip.

“a prank?” he raises his eyebrows. “you wiped my kisses off, as a prank? What happened to my sweet girl?” he pouts, the mix of your pet name and how he looks so genuinely disappointed is enough to make your stomach sink with the realization that maybe - no, definitely - you fucked up. your nerves settle when a smile breaks at the corners of his mouth.

“jesus, you’re going to kill me,” he lifts a hand to brush the hair out of your face, palm resting on your cheek. “i thought you were mad at me or something. I got scared.” he says softly. Ouch.

“fuck, no, Clark,” you grab his face, smushing your lips to his in a harsh kiss. “i’m so sorry, I felt so bad doing it - I just saw it on TikTok - fuck, I’m sorry, I love you-“ you kiss him again, and this time he reaches up to wipe your kiss off his mouth.

your jaw falls open, releasing a dramatic gasp. “touché, Kent. touché,” you smile, tracing his jaw with your finger. “can we kiss for real now?”

“oh, now you want to kiss for real?” he teases, squeezing the flesh on your hips. “you’re lucky you’re so cute.”

“and ‘m still your sweet girl?”

“always.”

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kiss it better || markiplier

nurse! mark x student doctor! reader

tags: establish relationship, both are health care workers. creepy doc. slight innuendos. fluffy ending

no, this was not requested. yes, i wrote this instead of finishing work.

the smell of floor cleaner and sanitizer wafts through your nose almost immediately as you step into the building. scanning your badge to access the staff hall, you re-adjust your backpack and take a quick glance at your phone to take the time. a little right before your 6:00am clinical shift to shadow dr. heeler. a funny name, you thought, for a doctor. you squeeze your eyes tightly in hopes to wake up a little more before you make your brisk walk to your floor, smiling and greeting people you see along the way before you make it to the staff room where you can leave your stuff. on autopilot, you set your stuff where they belong, silencing your phone before keeping it in your back pocket, and taking one last sip of your water. it’s cold out of the staff room, once you step out. your hair is tied up neatly as adjust your white coat and badge and find the doctor. 

on the floor, you greet other staff and any patient family as you walk around in hopes to find the doctor to sign in for your hours. you’re propped at a nursing station, chatting away with a colleague as you wait for your supervisor when there’s suddenly a slight breeze right next to you accompanied  by a familiar waft of cologne. you turn to see a man with dark hair somehow neatly and messily arranged and a pair of dark brown eyes that never fail to draw your attention. “[name],” he greeted with a small nod- to which you do the same. “good morning, mark” you said curtly, a friendly smile on your face. the other nurse at the station you had initially been speaking to eyes the both of you as if thinking or scheming something in her head. you notice, but don’t say anything in hopes to keep the lingering dating rumors away. light conversation continues between the three of you until it seems like every patient on the floor chooses to suddenly be in need at the same time. one call light.. then another.. and another.. and the small group of you move from the station to go about your duties. 

as you’re in the kitchen, humming quietly to yourself as you fill pitchers of water to hand out to patients as they wake up, you hear the door behind you click open. “ah, there you are dr. [name]” greeted whoever opened the door. you turn around as you place the last ice water pitcher on the cart, seeing your resident floor doctor washing his hands at the sink. “dr. heeler! nice to see you finally came along,” you joked lightly. the doctor was a very attractive man, generally. he looked like some sort of hollywood doctor with greying hair and a charmed face that would have most women falling to their feet to be alone in a room with them. you rearrange the cart in front of you to be able to fit a few snacks onto it as well, and maybe a few warmed blankets to give out as needed while you make your rounds. “i don’t understand why you always do that,” said the doctor. “that’s volunteer work. you never leave anything for our floor volunteers to do when you prep your little cart like that.” he’s lecturing you a bit as he dries his hands. “i was simply filling in time while i waited for you, doc.” you tell him placing a few snacks onto the cart. “plus, i’m not a doctor yet. as much as it flatters me when you call me that title, i still have a bit of school to finish.” you speak as you work efficiently while the doctor is standing closer behind you. close enough so that you could smell his overpriced cologne that was probably worth your rent and it nearly makes you scrunch your face up to sneeze. “you don’t give yourself enough credit though, [name]. you’re truly one of the most brilliant students i’ve had the pleasure of shadowing.” he speaks warmly to you- which catches you off guard. you turn your back to him as you move over to what you and your colleagues called the blanket oven- which is just where the floor keeps heated blankets and sheets. you simply hum a reply at the doctor’s words, awkwardness building in your head as you try to keep it professional. “if i’ll be honest, you’re also one of the most beautiful students i’ve ever had to work with.” he says lowly- a confession that has you almost flinching in surprise. you bumped your hand against the grates of the heated storage, burning the tops of your fingers superficially. wincing and pulling the blankets out, you look over to the doctor sheepishly. “i appreciate the compliments, doctor” you tell him before setting the blankets onto the bottom of the cart- readying yourself to leave the awkward situation. “but i fear that this is not an appropriate place to act on those actions- especially as my senior” you add before walking out the door. “i’ll find you at a station once these are dealt with to begin proper rounds!” you tell him as you shuffle your way out of the room- pushing the cart of goods. 

out of the room, you suddenly find yourself hot and flushed. had the doctor just tried flirting with you? how embarrassing.. you grimace at the thought, knowing he was practically old enough to be your father. ignoring the slight searing feeling in your fingers, you push the cart around the floor with practiced ease. you're far too into your head when you turn a corner a little too quickly and almost run the old plastic cart directly into your coworker. mark places his hands at the end of the cart as if to keep the distance, looking over to you with a slight surprise- obviously caught off guard. “watch where you're going, yeah.” he says, but it's not rude or anything close to annoyed. he's looking at you with tired eyes- his gaze silently looking over you as if to ask you if you were alright. you just nodded, “i’m okay.” you voiced quietly to him. mark raises a brow at your quiet tone, eyes flickering down to your hands as they grip the plastic cart handle. “you sure?” he asks, stepping around the side- close enough that your shoulder brushes his arm. 

you glance up and give him a look, the kind that says, not here, but his concern doesn’t waver/ his haze drops to your hand. “your fingers are red,” he says, voice softening. “did you burn yourself?” you shrug. 

“it’s nothing.” but he’s a;ready reaching out- fingers curling gently around your wrist with the kind of careful touch that’s only noticeable if you're looking for it. his thumb hovers over the reddened skin, and when you try to brush him off with a hudd, he lifts an eyebrow. “let me take a look, sweetheart.” its whispered- quiet enough that no one else in the hallway hears- but it makes you freeze for a half second anyway. you shoot him a look, eyes wide. mark just gives a small smile, teasing under his breath. “relax. no one’s listening.” your eyes narrow at him. “still,” you mumbled. “we’re working.” there’s something gentle about the way he’s looking at you- concern and care in your boyfriend’s actions. “you’re hurt. i’m helping. very professionally," he says, already nudging the cart to the side and gently guiding you into the break you. you don’t argue- fingers stinging more than you’d like to admit, and mark’s hand rests just against the small of your back as he leads you. not obvious- just enough. 

inside the break room, he wastes no time. you’re seated in one of the uncomfortable chairs while he rummages through one of the drawers, pulling out a small first-aid kit with a kind of casual competence that you’ve come to love watching back in your shared apartment when he’s looking for the specific pair of chopsticks he always uses when eating sushi. he kneels down in front of you, a sight you’d never tire of. “this might sting..” he warns quietly, taking your burned hand in his. “this view makes up for it,” you teased lightly. he gives you a flat look, but there’s a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as he starts cleaning the burn. the silence between you is easy, filled with the quiet rhythm of gauze being unwrapped and ointment being dabbed. when he starts wrapping the bandage around your fingers, you notice how his thumb lingers at the edge of your palm. you glance down at him. “you know you odn’t have to play nurse every time i get a papercut.” you say dejectedly- like a kid who tripped and feels guilty for it. “yeah, well..” he shrugs, taping down the end of the wrap. “kinda signed up for that when i asked you out a few years back.” you let yourself smile. “i think you just like excuses to baby me,” you teased. he leans back on his heels, grinning “you’re not wrong.” 

you both stay there a second too long- him crouched in front of you, your bandaged hand resting in his- and then he stands, smoothing down his scrubs. just like that, the moment folds back into something normal- professional. but before you can open the door to head back out, mark’s hand brushes yours again, a silent check-in. “hey,” he says quietly- almost under his breath. “that thing with heeler earlier.. you okay” your chest tightens. “you saw?” he nods, jaw ticking slightly. “didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” you shrugged, keeping your voice low. “handled it.” you say plainly. mark gives you a look- protective and serious. but he trusts you. he always does. “i know,” he starts. “still. if it happens again–” “i’ll tell you,” you cut in, stepping closer. “i’ll tell him about my hunk of a nurse boyfriend who works this floor.” 

he softens then, leaning in just enough for his lips to brush the top of your head. a quick, stolen thing that no one walking past the door would even notice. you look up at him and smile. “aw, it’s like you kissed me better,” you teased lightly. “thank’s nurse.” he rolled his eyes, stepping slightly back with a playful groan, “don’t even start that again.” he murmurs. you grin as you push the door open. “come on, babe, i’ve got a cart full of water and good intentions to deliver.” you snicker, already straight to business. mark laughs behind you, low and warm. “wait for me.” 

first fic of summer break! something that was brain rotting me. we’re back in business working on requests + a new theme! the inbox is always open xoxo

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as someone with chronic joint pains for basically as long as ive been alive atp.. i appreciate the end the most 😭 this is too cute

Hello love! I was hoping to request a Jayce x reader where reader deals with join pain, specifically knees and hips. Maybe relaxing after a long day on their feet???

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The moment you stepped through the door, exhaustion hit you like a wave. Your legs felt like jelly, and the persistent ache in your knees and hips was impossible to ignore. Each step had been a struggle, and now, finally home, the relief of standing still was almost enough to make you cry. You leaned heavily against the wall as you kicked off your shoes, trying not to groan too loudly.

“Hey, is that you?” Jayce’s warm, familiar voice called out from the living room. A moment later, he appeared in the hallway, a rag in his hands and a smudge of oil on his cheek—he’d clearly been working on one of his inventions. His face lit up the second he saw you, but as his eyes took in your slouched posture and the strained look on your face, his smile faded into concern. “Love, what happened? You look like you’ve been run ragged.”

You attempted a tired smile, waving him off. “It’s just been one of those days,” you murmured, your voice betraying how drained you truly felt. “Nothing to worry about.”

Jayce wasn’t having it. He stepped closer, his brows knitting together as his gaze swept over you. “Nothing to worry about? You’re limping.” His hand came to rest gently on your lower back, steady and grounding. “Come on, let’s get you off your feet.”

You wanted to argue—brush it off like you always did—but you simply didn’t have the energy. Nodding wordlessly, you let him guide you to the sofa, where you sank down with a sigh of relief. The plush cushions felt like heaven beneath you. Jayce crouched in front of you, his large, warm hands resting on your knees as he looked up at you, his expression soft but firm.

“You’ve been pushing yourself too hard again,” he said quietly, his tone tinged with both worry and mild exasperation. “You always do this.”

You shrugged weakly, unwilling to meet his eyes. “There was too much to get done. I didn’t have a choice.”

Jayce’s lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he gave your knee a reassuring squeeze and stood up. “Wait here,” he said with quiet determination. “I’ll be right back.”

You watched him disappear down the hallway, and a moment later, the faint sound of running water reached your ears. Too tired to move, you leaned back into the sofa, closing your eyes. The soft, rhythmic sound of the water was oddly soothing, and for a brief moment, you felt yourself relax.

Jayce returned a few minutes later, his face lit by the soft glow of the hallway light. He held out his hand to you, a small, warm smile tugging at his lips. “Bath’s ready,” he announced.

“Jayce, you didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” he interrupted gently, taking your hands in his. “You’ve had a long day, and you deserve to be looked after. Now, come on.”

He helped you to your feet, steadying you as you made your way to the bathroom. When you stepped inside, your breath caught. The tub was filled with steaming water, bubbles piled high and glistening in the candlelight. The soft flicker of flames cast a warm, golden glow over the room, and the air was thick with the soothing scent of lavender and chamomile. A folded towel sat neatly on the edge of the tub, and beside it, a small dish held a selection of bath oils.

“Jayce...” you began, your voice catching. “This is incredible.”

His smile widened, pride glinting in his eyes. “Only the best for you,” he said softly. “Now, take your time and relax. I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”

He helped you ease into the water, his hands firm but gentle as he steadied you. The warmth enveloped you immediately, the heat seeping into your aching muscles and washing away the tension that had built up over the day. You let out a soft sigh, sinking deeper into the bubbles as you closed your eyes.

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Time seemed to blur as you soaked in the bath, the soothing scent and warmth working their magic. After a while, there was a soft knock on the door.

“How’s it going in there?” Jayce’s voice was warm and concerned.

“Perfect,” you called back, your voice far more relaxed than it had been when you arrived.

“Good. Take your time,” he said, his tone filled with reassurance. “I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

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When the water had cooled and you finally decided to get out, Jayce was waiting just outside the door. He held a large, fluffy towel in his hands, and when he saw you, he smiled.

“Here,” he said, stepping forward to wrap the towel around your shoulders. The fabric was warm, and his hands were careful as he began to gently pat you dry.

“Jayce, I can—” you started, but he shook his head.

“Let me,” he said softly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

He dried you off with meticulous care, his touch tender and unhurried. When he was finished, he handed you a set of your favourite pyjamas, freshly warmed and impossibly soft. He even helped you slip them on, his fingers deft but gentle.

“You’re spoiling me,” you murmured, though your heart swelled with love.

“You deserve it,” he replied simply, brushing a stray strand of damp hair from your face.

Scooping you up into his strong arms, Jayce carried you back to the living room. The sofa had been transformed into a haven of comfort: a thick, plush blanket was draped over the cushions, and a steaming mug of tea sat on the table, the faint scent of honey and lemon wafting up.

Jayce set you down carefully, tucking the blanket around you before handing you the mug. “Drink,” he said gently. “It’ll help.”

As you sipped the tea, Jayce reached for the massage oil he’d placed on the table earlier. He took one of your legs into his lap, rolling up the fabric of your pyjama trousers just enough to expose your knee and calf.

His hands were warm and sure as they began to work over your sore muscles. The oil made his movements smooth and soothing, and his touch was firm enough to ease the tension but gentle enough to feel like a caress. You couldn’t help the soft sigh that escaped your lips as the pain in your leg melted away.

“You’re amazing,” you murmured, your voice thick with contentment.

Jayce chuckled softly, his hands moving to your other leg. “I just hate seeing you in pain,” he said quietly. “If I can make it better, I will.”

When he was finished, he adjusted the blanket around you and settled beside you, pulling you into his arms. The steady rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his body were as comforting as everything else he’d done for you.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude.

“You don't need to thank me for taking care of you, love.” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple, "It's what I'm here for."

“I love you,” you replied, resting your head against his chest.

Jayce tightened his arms around you, his voice low and sincere as he said, “I love you too."

In that moment, wrapped in his embrace with the aches of the day a distant memory, you felt truly cherished.

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thankful. || markiplier

a super late blurb i meant to finish and post in november..

established relationship, fluff, mentions of tini's mac and cheese..

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synopsis: in which you and your boyfriend spend your last holiday together in your college apartment.

at first the home was warmed with a mixture of lit candles and whatever dish was in the oven, food lining the small kitchen island- most of which were made just by you. there’s quiet music playing off a speaker in the living room, the sounds of sweet jazz, according to your beloved. your beloved who, unfortunately for you, had dragged you into hosting thanksgiving at your small hometown apartment. it was a small living space, barely enough for the both of you and the golden ball of fur you had picked up from the shelter on your one year anniversary. two bedrooms, one bath and a small ass kitchen- which worked when you two had initially moved into together as two broke college kids. you and mark had met on move in day, only chatting via email prior. and though you were first tentative on moving in with a complete stranger, it was an easy way to split a housing fee with little to no strings attached. oh how you were wrong.

your roommate- mark fischlbach, an engineering major with a slight hint of nerd. there was no doubt you found him at least a bit cute. before you two got to really know each other, you were fond of the leftover coffee freshly brewed sitting in a pot in the cramped kitchen waiting for you when you got ready for classes. you were fond of the never ending snack supply in the cupboards during exam dead week. you were most fond of the random email you would get in the middle of the night from him attached with notes on shared classes. it only took a couple of months for you and mark to actually befriend each other. neither of you can really pinpoint where you two had switched from being just acquaintances in the same living space- to close friends. somehow from moving day, to grocery shopping, to late night baking and gaming together- the two of you had dug a deep hole into what had eventually became a relationship. in between the mess of the cramped kitchen and shared living areas, mark had drunkenly confessed his feelings for you in some petty argument with his close friends.. right in front of you.

early on, the added stress of finishing your degree and achieving your diploma with high scores had both you and mark reeling- challenging what was then a newer relationship. and, when mark decided he was going to drop everything and try his luck at youtube.. that was a true test of your love. it left you both wondering who would cover his half of rent while you tried to find a job as fast as you could after graduation. would you both have to move in with either of your families and lose the small home you had learned to love? what if the stress caused either of you to drift? the questions were heavy on your minds as each scenario came crashing down. mark had taken to working at a nearby restaurant for hours on end whilst you finished school. he provided how he could, working himself to the limit as he supported you through your own ventures. and, when you finished your degree, you did your best to support him. it was the least you could do, helping him record videos and come up with ideas. so, when he blew up and earned the title of the king of “five nights at freddy’s”- he always tended to attribute his success to you.

this would be your last big holiday together in the small apartment- having found a much nicer place closer to los angeles. the house was much larger, a nice kitchen, and even a backyard for chica. mark had made sure everything was perfect for the two of you- in the right spot and with each accommodation just for you as most of his work was from home anyway. as you set the table with the last dish- a new mac and cheese recipe mark had mentioned once- you rearranged the table to your liking. humming quietly to the music, you wiped your hands down on the cheap pink apron you had gotten when you first moved in for baking. turning around back to the kitchen, you come face to face to your beloved- face nearly bumping straight into his chest at how close he was behind you, “hey!” you almost shrieked in surprise at his presence, but laughed it off. “you doing okay, love?” he asks you softly, his hands on your waist to keep you slightly parted in the tight entryway between the kitchen and tiny dining space. you looked up to him with a soft smile, nodding “yeah.. is your mom on the way?” you asked him, carefully scooting past him and into the kitchen. he let out a small mix of a laugh and a sigh. “yeah, yeah.. ethan is picking her up from the airport so i can go get chica from the groomer's while you finish up here.” he tells you as he looks at the food spread out on the table with a small smile. “you made the mac and cheese?” he laughs a bit and you hum from the kitchen. “everyone and their grandmother have been raving about it.. had to try” you shrugged, pulling off the apron as you clean up around the kitchen so that it could look more presentable for your guests. the air was too warm in the small apartment, and as you washed up the last few remaining dishes, mark snuck up behind you- not so carefully- and placed his hands on your waist. he presses his chest into your back as he gently placed a soft kiss into the soft skin of your shoulder while leaning closer to open the window above the window to cool out the kitchen. you lean into his warmth with a small smile, gladly melting into his gentle touch that never failed to make your heart flutter after all these years. with the soft jazz playing through the speakers in your living room combined with the loving hold of your boyfriend, a smile gracing both your features, he places another soft kiss to the side of your head as he practically glued himself to you while you finish up the dishes. “what're you thankful for this year, hm?” he asks you as he rested his head into the crook of your neck as you dry off your hands. “do you want the answer i’m saying at the dinner table later or the cheesy answer?” you joked lightly in response. “the cheesy one, obviously.” mark says back. “i'm thankful for you, as always.” you tell him, and he hummed in response as if thinking of his reply. “i’m thankful for your amazing cooking..” he says with a small snicker, holding back a laugh as you try to worm your way out of his hold in retaliation. you huffed and fought back your own laugh as his grip on you remains strong. “only my cooking?” you reason, still struggling to free yourself from his arms. he laughs at your attempts, pressing another gentle kiss to your cheek, his laughter reverberating through his chest as he holds you close. “your cooking and your laugh,” mark added before placing another kiss onto your face. “and your smile and your jokes, and your stunningly beautiful personality” he speaks between light kisses pressed all over your face bringing you into a fit of giggles. “im thankful that your’re mine,” he finishes off softly with a warm smile.

“always yours, mark” you tell him.

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a small revamp to the account plus a few more guests to our cottage !! requests are open again..with the knowledge that anything currently in the owlery will be deleted. i will accept any letter as long as they fit within guidelines. feel free to send stuff in :)

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Long hair Jayce w beard does something to me idk what but I wanna ride him 😔💔

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isha's not dead..(i mutter while i load the gun)

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mark fischbach !

the king of fnaf. a markiplier masterlist, obviously.

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✧ thankful. (thanksgiving special)

✧ kiss it better || nurse! mark

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newt scamander !

nifflers, thunderbirds, and spilled ink. a masterlist for everyone's favorite magizoologist, newt scamander!

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✧ scrapped (newt scamander x reader)

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loid forger !

mini stories for our favorite family man and loving.. spy?

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☾ i want you || loid forger x reader series

[prologue 00] [01] [02] [03] ....

˚✧₊ sweet tooth (soft! reader headcannons)

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Hello there ^-^ I hope you're doing well. I saw your requests are open, so I wanted to request headcanons for Loid Forger x soft female s/o, please, if that inspires you :)♡

(I know Yor is technically "soft" too, but, here the reader doesn't have that kind of strength nor has a personality where she could handle the type of work Yor does or anything like that. Just a very soft gentle reader, please) and thank you 🌸

oh.. loid with a soft! reader would be so cute.. i picture this to be where you're his stand-in wife. he thinks this is all for a mission but he can't help but feel..

he gets so flustered around you. he knows this partnership is just for convenience, but having you around the apartment going about your day? god, does it do something to poor mr. forger.

once you move in, he feels like the house is warmer- more friendly. loid would never admit it to anyone, but he liked it better having you moved in. your room was so cutely decorated and the scented candles you put on every free table somehow reminded him of a home he had tried to block out.

he can't help but have a smile on his face when he comes home after a long day, hanging his coat up as he smells whatever you cooked for dinner that night (with anya's help, of course). he finds it endearing that even if this was all just some awkward circumstance, you do still really play the housewife role well.

you try to plan "family" activities. whether it's just a small trip to the park for anya and bond to run around, or a treat at the bakery (your personal fav), the forger family will almost always be out and about on the weekends.

anya absolutely adores you. she loves how you cook and how you do everything in your ability to make her and her papa happy. she loves when you include her in conversations and play along when loid wont.

loid finds you incredibly endearing. he is not used to being on the receiving side of someone so gentle and affectionate. at first, he thought he might've embarrassed himself with how warm his face got when you had first made him a cup of tea after his shower so that he could settle down after a long day. he's so used to being the protector, the one in control, so when you're so naturally soft and considerate with him- it catches him off guard. he might try to hide it, but the small lift of his lips and pink tint on his face will always give him away.

he sort of short circuits when you compliment him? like i said before, he's too cool and collected. too nonchalant. so, when you call his bed head cute one morning, he kind of just stands there confused. its not like he was trying to woo you or anything there. he wasn't doing anything particularly specific- and you called him cute? he was not, and still not, used to the random compliments. he has gotten better at recovering from, though.

he's a lot more attentive with you. while loid is already a caring person, being around someone so soft and loving would make him even more attentive. he would start paying attention to the smallest details about you — the way you laugh, the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love, or the way you curl up with your favorite blanket. he’d take note of these things and try to replicate them in sweet ways when he’s around.

he secretly loves attention. you can't prove me wrong. loid is very good at hiding his emotions, but when you do something cute — like cuddling up with him for movie night or showing him how excited you are over a new book — he can’t help but feel a warmth in his heart. he might not always show it, but it makes him feel content in a way he’s not used to. when you ask for his opinion on something small, he secretly enjoys that feeling of being needed, but in a gentle way.

he is such a sucker for you. you bring out the softer side of loid that very few people get to see. despite his stern spy demeanor, he’s incredibly protective of you. if you're feeling sick or down, loid will drop everything to take care of you, even if it means he has to adjust his mission schedule. he might not show it outright, but his actions will speak volumes, whether it's making you tea or tucking you into bed when you're not feeling well.

loid would take his time with you, iykyk. despite his best judgements, he finds himself taking you out on dates and thinking of you as his wife rather than just a roommate- a friend. he finds everything about you so..cute.. sometimes he thinks he wants to squish your face in his palms.. yk, like you would a baby? the cute aggression gets to him and sometimes it catches anya off guard.

[noteriii]

Hello! I’m thrilled to meet a writer who will create Newt Scamander Fics! That’s amazing he’s super underrated! That being said I would be more than thrilled to request a touched starved Newt Scamander x fem (or Gn if that’s what you’d prefer) Reader who Newts in an established relationship with but it’s new and he’s eager to initiate intimate moments with them big or small to show he loves them. Reader could also be newts assistant as well! Thank you!

i've had this sitting in my drafts for the longest time. just something short and cute. ty anon <3 !

title: scrapped

newt scamander x reader !

you had first met newt when he first began his travels. as silly as it seemed at the time, he was in dire need of an assistant to care for his animals and, in turn, you had been in need of a job. growing up, an elderly neighbor of yours had been a puffskein breeder for some time. it was at a young age where you were taught the beauty of magical nature, where a love for creatures was born. so, with that warm desire to care and protect these creatures, you had studied materials available to you in hopes to learn more of them. when you had learned a young man in the ministry was in the process of writing a manuscript on the information and care of these creatures, you had beamed at the thought of another wizard caring for them as much as you did. you had almost jumped at the ‘in need of assistant’ announcement that floated around hogsmeade as you worked a bored shift at a small corner bakery. seeing as you were one of the few options, newt had chosen you to work alongside him and his beloved creatures. with proper instruction and care, they soon became your creatures as much as they were his and everything seemed more lively around the case.

now, five years later, you sat quietly at newt’s kitchen table, humming to the music playing off the phonograph. on this quiet spring day, you two had initially planned to go on a nice, much needed date. the weather, on the other hand, had other plans. the rain pelted down against the pavement almost as soon as you arrived at his quaint townhome. so, instead of going for a nice lunch, you two had opted to stay inside and enjoy each other’s company. the fireplace warmed the home and the smell of stew wafted around the kitchen. as you made your lunch, newt was in the basement tending to the creatures. though working with him everyday for years, you and newt had only started dating four months ago (there was always a push and pull from either of you deeming a romantic relationship inappropriate for work partners before he asked you to go out for dinner one night and you caved into his romances). you had slowly come to terms with his home being yours in a sense that you were here on both your on and off days. you lifted yourself from your spot at the dining table, leaving your sketch of the small golden snidget you had recently rescued, and made your way back into the small kitchen to finish your meals. your hips swayed to the music that played quietly from the living room as you fixed two bowls of stew for you and your boyfriend, setting a kettle on the stove for tea afterwards. and, with both bowls in hand, you make your way down to the basement.  

newt is at his own desk downstairs, eyes fixated on whatever's in front of him when you find him. it’s warm in the basement, or at least where he is currently stationed, and you find yourself tugging at the sweater you had decided to wear. you clear your throat to let your presence downstairs known before stepping to his desk, placing the warm soup in front of him. “your lunch, sir” you say lightly to him, a smile gracing your features. he can’t help but smile as well, moving whatever was in front of him out of view.  “thank you, dear.. it smells wonderful,” he says, looking around his desk for his wand. upon finding it, with the flick of his wrist, your own desk chair from across the room finds its way to the table, next to his. “come sit, i do have something to show you..” newt explains, smiling as you take a seat- the chair pushes in the slightest bit afterwards. you giggle at the small gesture. once settled in your seat, your boyfriend scoots his chair a little closer to yours with the tiniest blush on his face. how cute. clearing the table of the stray papers and tools, he reveals what he had been keeping behind his back. it was a small folded bouquet of flowers using old papers from the past few weeks. you feel that your cheeks warm up at the cute gesture, still not used to the small acts of love that came with the new relationship. you take the small bouquet of flowers from him, smiling at him warmly. “i was going to buy one while we were out for lunch today before the weather turned upset. i hope this can make up for it for now,” he tells you softly, eyes darting from your own and to the paper in your hands. you admire the work, seeing scribbled bits and pieces of scrapped notes and drawings- his handwriting and love coating each fold of the paper. 

with the smell of your lunch wafting through the office, the sounds of the animals milling about their days from out the door, and the love of your life next to you.. there was nothing else you could ask for. 

[noteriii]

idk why i’m thinking about you and zuko sneaking around at night. i don’t even mean in like a sexual way (which it definitely is sometimes) but like.. sneaking out and cuddling under the stars or skinny dipping in the pond and just being able to love each other without other people judging you before it’s morning again and you two have to act like you don’t know each other…

This is so sweet because Zuko totally would get you into his sneaking out habits almost as a break from the overbearing world of royalty, to indulge in the simplicity of life. Quiet, other than the sounds of cicadas surrounding the air around you two, and besides the gentle voices you two use to talk to each other.

The both of you laughing at how a frog just hopped away from the sounds of grass rustling, finding as many constellations in the sky as possible, looking deeply into each other’s eyes, colors practically glowing in the white aura of the moon, Yue was especially entranced by you two that night.

Or if you two decide to go swim around in the nearby pond, it wouldn’t be much of swimming at all with how you two can seem to pull out of the embrace you two shared. Practically feeling your heartbeats just synchronize in genuineness, a testament to how far beneath the surface your love for each other goes.

It’s so hard living a life of apathy for the one you found your other half in, if you could, you and Zuko would hug and kiss and hold hands all day everyday. Resisting that gravitational attraction to just be close and remind each other of your love is hard. But thankfully, on the nights where the both of you aren’t to tired from your everyday duties, there are moments where you two can in fact be the couple you are.

[noteriii]

hiatus is still on. just here to remind you that i am still in love with zuko from atla.

[noteriii]

Hewoo~! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ I would like to request a touch starved gn!reader x Shxtou~ 🌸

The lack of Shxtou x reader is a crime! (ง'̀-'́)ง

I'm really touch starved, like... All the time!! (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ So i would love some kisses and hugs from my beloved dog boy~ ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

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as summer began to die down, a cool autumn breeze wafted through your open apartment window. you were restless these days, working hours upon hours by taking extra unwanted summer shifts that teenagers started to drop the closer it came to the school year. you worked at a small cafe in the city and, though you loved your job, there was nothing you craved more than to spend time with your boyfriend. unfortunately, as all odds seemed to be against you currently, your work shifts had overlapped and you had felt as if you never saw him anymore despite living under the same roof and sharing a bed at night. the lack of his presence left you feeling drained and lonely even if he was just in the other room.

today was a strange day, as you were not needed at work. this meant you could do nothing but stay home and be with your lover all day, right? wrong. your beloved purple haired partner had unintentionally scheduled a gaming marathon stream for the whole day you were free. it was no one’s fault, really, for the overlapped schedules and you were both adults who could figure things out along the way.

thats what led you to this situation. on a small, yet very comfy snorlax shaped bean bag chair with a thin blanket draped over your figure as your boyfriend continues his stream right in front of you. you were still in the same room, yes. occasionally the two of you would converse or the chat would ask about you as well, but you didn’t mind too much. you just wanted to spend time with your boyfriend by your side. as he gamed, you idly scroll through your phone, sending a few videos to his phone for him to watch later. this was enough, you thought. you were content with simply being at his side, warm and cozy doing your own thing.. yet your body craved his. not in a sexual way, not then at least. you craved his touch and the way his warm skin felt against yours. you missed the cuddles and the ghost kisses that would be littered all over your face. you missed your lover, who was mere inches away from you.

as shouto took a break from the stream, he glances down to you curled up in the bean bag chair. a small smile crawls onto his features as he sees you had fallen asleep while on your phone which was still displaying whatever you had last seen. excusing himself from the stream for a moment, he takes off his headset and approaches you, gently taking your phone to turn it off. before he could do so, he notices what you had been looking at last. it was the photo album you had been keeping of you two since you had started dating all those years ago. it warmed his heart, seeing how cute you looked asleep in the chair. although you looked comfy now, he knew how you’d be complaining about the back pain of the uncomfortable position you were in hours after your nap. so, shouto gently picks you up and carries you to bed. once in his arms, your sleeping figure practically melts into him, melding together like two marshmallows in a pit. he sets you down in bed, carefully tucking you in before making his way back to his gaming room until you stop him. “wait..” you say in a half asleep daze “come cuddle me..” you call out to your boyfriend who looks at you tenderly. “i’ve got a stream going on, baby.. you know this” he replies, his heart fighting between crawling into bed with you or going back to work.

in the end, he lost the battle of logic and ended up telling his audience that something had come up. you, however, had won your boyfriend’s attention for the rest of the day successfully.

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super short, slightly sweet.