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#“so you may NOT just write someone Holding The Baby because that's like something people might actually want to read!”
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your geto fic is super cute 🥰 if you're taking more requests, may I request a sukuna fic please? maybe in an au where he's a gangster and reader is of a classy, rich family so reader's parents don't agree, but then sukuna appears in one of their events in a suit and looking dashing as ever!
ooooooooo it's 3 am but i have to write this down!!!!!!!!!
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shadows and silk.
summary: sukuna shows you and your parents that he is absolutely the right and the only man for you (whether they agree or not) genre: angst/fluff pairing: gangster!sukuna x female reader warnings: cursing, modern day au, not a great parent-child relationship, ooc sukuna
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your father doesn't even bother to hide his disapproval. "he has tattoos on his face. what if he's in the mafia- what have you brought our family into?!"
"father-"
"i am," sukuna clarifies, "in the mafia. my father is the leader. and one day, it'll be my time to lead."
your parents gasp in shock, surprised by sukuna's brashness.
"that wasn't a threat," he clarifies again, holding your hand. "i love your daughter, and i'd like to have a good relationship with you both. because it's important to her."
you smile appreciatively and grasp his hand, looking at your parents with hope.
"you're fucking insane."
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it was probably not the wisest decision to ask for your parents' approval, knowing what kind of people they are. being one of the richest families in the country, it's hard to have... any kind of life outside of what they had planned for you. like a pawn in their game of chess, your choices have been made for you since the very beginning.
unlike sukuna, you grew up "perfect". you aced your piano lessons, easily graduated from your violin school, and got straight As in all your grades. every day was the same for you; wake up, school, extra lessons, homework, sleep, and repeat.
that's actually how you met sukuna. one day, there was something wrong with the traffic so your driver was late. you'd been waiting for an hour, and sukuna just happened to finish his detention.
"hm?" his eyes caught you standing by the gate. "aren't you that rich kid?"
you looked up at him and analyzed his face -- high school student with face tattoos, you don't see that very often. "who's asking?"
"tsk, tsk." he chuckled, "so much attitude for a little person." he ruffled your hair before walking in the other direction. "wanna come? i'm gonna go have some fun."
fun... the word was so unfamiliar to you. you'd never talked to him before, and though it really was probably dangerous to just go with someone whose name you didn't even know, you couldn't help yourself. especially not when he turned around with a smile, urging you to come with him.
he took you to places you've never been before and made you feel things you've never felt. you felt free from your parents' chains, for once you felt like you could do whatever you wanted.
and sukuna was glad he could make you smile. you, the girl who always kept to herself in class, quiet, polite, almost scared. you made him feel things, too.
you got an earful from your parents that day, but the cute keychain sukuna won you from the night market was worth it.
now, the keychain hangs on your favorite bag, one that he also got you a few weeks ago. though you already have multiple designer bags that are much more expensive, the bag sukuna gave you was priceless.
"morning, baby." sukuna greets you, kissing your cheek.
"morning," you smile at him. "i'm sorry for how yesterday went. my father, he's-"
"let him be," he says. "nothing can keep me away from you, understand?"
you smile at his words and nod, "you better keep it as a promise."
sukuna smiles and kisses you, "i swear it."
he wonders what he could've possibly done to deserve someone like you.
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"what do you mean i'm getting married?"
your father sighs. "don't be difficult. the gojo clan is the most powerful, you should be thankful they're letting you marry their son."
"but father, i have a boyfriend, and i just graduated college! i- i can't marry, i still have so much i want to-"
"enough!" he yells, "you're marrying gojo satoru by the end of next month and that's final."
you're lucky that you have your own apartment. dialing sukuna's number, you get into your car and drive home where sukuna says he's waiting for you.
"ugh, unbelievable!" you throw your keys on the table, letting it slide off and annoying you even more.
he grimaces and sits you down, handing over a glass of water. "so it didn't go well..."
you sigh, "...they're arranging a marriage. with the gojo clan."
sukuna's jaw clenches, anger evident, but then it disappears. "that makes sense. they are the strongest and the richest."
"they're not giving me an option, like always-"
"gojo satoru is pretty handsome," he continues, "blue eyes, tall, quite built.. he's not a bad bachelor."
you squint your eyes at your boyfriend who seems like he's talking nonsense... or not really. "what are you trying to say?"
sukuna sighs. "we should break up."
the words that come out of his mouth after that are all blurry to you. something along the lines of...
"we've been together for years."
"it's time to get a fresh start."
"aren't you curious what it's like to date other people?"
"i'm getting bored to be honest."
and it all just seems like bullshit. bullshit because why is he looking at you like that when he's breaking up with you? why does he look like he's still madly in love with you and saying all that stuff is killing him?
why does he look like he's lying?
"tell me you're joking."
sukuna, unfortunately, doesn't humor you and leaves you alone in your apartment without saying anything else.
the rest of the month feels like hell. you tried running away from your parents, the guards they sent after you, but to no avail. somehow, they've repurchased your apartment and now you're back to living with them.
you met gojo satoru once throughout the entire month. he's decent, and actually a good guy like sukuna said, but he's not sukuna. he doesn't leave a random flower he picked up on the way to your place, he doesn't shower your hands with kisses when he sees you, and that's all expected -- because it's not supposed to be a loving relationship. it's a contract. once you marry him, your parents' company will merge with the gojos and become even richer.
today's the engagement party. your mother has chosen the perfect red gown for good luck, and she's made all the preparations for the party -- you, like always, never had a say in anything.
you feel like an object for them to trade with. compared to the gold bars sitting in their safe, you're probably worth less.
"i know you also didn't agree to this," gojo satoru whispers as you're both sat down in the middle of the ballroom while everyone else enjoys their meal. "but you look beautiful."
you offer him a polite smile, which turns rather sad. hidden in your sleeve is the keychain sukuna got you. your mother managed to throw away every cherished memory you had of him except for the keychain.
you wonder what sukuna is doing right now... if he's enjoying his life, if he maybe has a new girl by his side...
"sorry to shit on your party," your head snaps up the moment you hear that familiar voice, and a gasp escapes when you see the even more familiar tattooed face with pink hair. "but i'm going to have to kidnap your fiancee for a bit. maybe forever."
"..ryo." you stand up abruptly, letting your chair fall and hit the ground. he's dressed in a white suit, black vest, black shirt, and a matching black tie. he looks like he's ready to be your groom.
giving you the smile you miss most, sukuna stands in front of you and grabs your hand. "hi, princess."
"what are you doing here?" you whisper, tears about to fall from your eyes.
"saving my damsel in distress." he softens when he sees your lip tremble, kissing you gently. "i told you nothing can keep me away from you."
"but you-"
behind you, gojo satoru clears his throat, motioning to the many guards surrounding both of you, ready to pull you two apart by force.
"let my daughter go right now." your father demands.
you grasp sukuna's arm tightly, not planning on letting him go any time soon. in return, he has his arm around your waist, pulling you to him gently before he snaps his fingers, revealing rows and rows of armed men ready to fire.
the guards immediately stand down, obviously outnumbered. they let you and sukuna leave without a fight, and you stop for a second to spare a glance at your parents, looking at you disapprovingly.
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you're sitting on sukuna's bed. you've only been to this place a few times, considering he moves around a lot. he's helping you with the infinity amount of hairpins you have stuck in your hair while you take off the red gown you're wearing.
"ryo," you call him.
he hums to acknowledge you, mouth full of hairpins.
"...why did you break up with me?"
taking out the last piece of hairpin (he thinks it's the last), he throws them away before sitting behind you, arms snaked around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder.
"i... i thought i was doing you a favor," he admits, "with my job... it's not easy being with me, you know? i'm scared you'll think i'm a monster for what i do - it still terrifies me."
"so i thought if i just pushed you away, it'll make things easier for both of us," his grip on you tightens, "but it didn't. at least not for me. and i know i'm being selfish here by wanting you back, i know i don't deserve it, but i just... i can't imagine living without you. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry."
you turn around to face him, straddling his thighs and kissing him softly. "if being selfish means i'm stuck with you, then you need to be more selfish."
he grins, arms wrapping around you. "i love you."
"i love you more, ryo."
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nostalgia-tblr · 1 year
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I had another fic idea and the brain was like "no, that's too fluffy and romantic and YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO WRITE NICE THINGS, PEOPLE WOULD JUDGE YOU" but then I went "but what if it was kind of... comedy fluff?" and brain went "...yeah, okay, if you really must." Which I fucking HATE! Why can't I write nice things, brain?! Everyone else is allowed to! FFS, it's fanfiction, it doesn't have to be ~deep~ or any of that shit!
This has actually been a bit of an issue when I'm trying to write The WIP because while I told myself yeah sure go ahead and write the massively self-indulgent epically long (by my own odd standards) fic but still sometimes I get stuck because I'm not "allowed" to write something that appeals to me and my own sometimes niche interests??
Like angst I can do because that's "proper" somehow? WTF is that about? It's not proper! It's still daft! And comedy I'm allowed because I dunno apparently if it will make someone laugh that means it has "value"? It's very annoying, I don't like it.
Do other people have this? How do you deal with it? You'd think after all this time I'd be okay with writing any old shit that I want to. If anything it might be worse now. I remember years ago I could tell myself "Look, if you've spelled most of it correctly then it's already in like the better half of all the fanfic on the internet" which isn't really TRUE but I could go along with that and let myself write whatever-the-fuck I wanted to.
You know how many of us go "I'll write this fucked up thing... but I'll post it as Anon"? I get that with fluffy fic ideas as well. Or with things that are "too shippy" (WTF?) It's just such a stupid and weird form of self-criticism and it bothers me a lot.
#ranting at myself#writing stuff#possibly this is a mental illness thing but i don't think it is but it might be?#i am Quite Mad but it usually manifests related to fic as the usual “you suck!!” or irritating OCD things about wordcounts or such#this is a VERY SPECIFIC thing and i don't even know where it came from?#maybe i'm just pretentious? do i look pretentious? i might be?#(the fluffy thing was sylki fic where spinning off on the 'oh no unable to express feelings!' they have to pass each other notes)#(the comedy element was that this is Bloody Stupid and also Mobius attempts to Help (oh no) and etc)#(will i ever be able/“allowed” to actually write that thing? dunno!)#the Frigga thing also suffers from “that bit is despicably adorable you should be ASHAMED of yourself”#.The WIP? currently stuck at “okay now he needs to Hold The Baby. this is an important bit you can't skip it. but babies are Too Twee”#“so you may NOT just write someone Holding The Baby because that's like something people might actually want to read!”#“the murders are fine you can write murders. murder isn't twee. babies are VERY twee though.”#PROBLEM: there are several babies in this fic and the next chapter is like... ENTIRELY baby-based#(the end of the entire fic is already written and it's Too Twee as well but i've kind of gone immune to that because it's existed a while)#(oh no did i just spoiler a Happy Ending?!)#(SPOILER: kind of. it depends who you backed in this race and whether you wanted them to Become Better People)#anyway am gonna post this now before i change my mind as i probably should#fic related
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demonpiratehuntress · 3 months
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baby (name)! (Mihawk, Buggy, Shanks, Brook, Chopper)
featuring - Dracule Mihawk x F!Reader, Buggy x F!Reader, Shanks x F!Reader, Brook x F!Reader, Chopper x F!Reader
summary - you somehow get turned into a baby and they have to spend 24 hours babysitting you
warnings - my first time writing for ALL of these characters, so i'm sorry if i get their characters wrong! im only 416 episodes into the anime. i tried my best!
a/n - this was requested by @faioula16, i hope you like it!
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MIHAWK
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This could honestly go either way. This guy is unpredictable and even you never know what his next move will be. But you're his faithful and loving girlfriend, so there are some exceptions when it comes to you. Like when some deranged devil fruit user turns you into a baby, and Mihawk could have had someone else take care of you, but he wanted to do it himself. He was curious, now that it was you who was an infant.
But that may also be because a witness to the scene had expressed fear for infant you, saying that Mihawk was too cold and ruthless to take care of a baby. He didn't need to prove otherwise, and he didn't want to, but something just gnawed at him. Protectiveness, maybe. You were in such a vulnerable state right now, only he could protect you and care for you.
It had absolutely nothing to do at all with the fact that you looked so adorable staring at him with your big (eye colour) eyes, reaching out to tap his because the strange colour fascinated you. No, it had nothing to do with how cute your excited squeal was every time he picked you up or looked at you. He was absolutely not entranced by your cute little smile or how you clung to him with little hands that could barely hold his one finger. Absolutely not.
Mihawk is actually a pretty good babysitter. But only for you. He will sit and read to you with you on his lap, trying not to smile when you giggle and smack the book, always catching you when you lunged forward excitedly and almost fell off his lap. He will never finish the story, but he reads to you anyway because you seem to like it...for a little while.
"(Name), no!"
He almost had a heart attack when he set you down for one second to put the book away, and you almost fell off the table because you were trying to crawl to him. Your eyes filled with tears when he yelled, even if he hadn't meant to sound angry. His gaze softened, and he picked up and cradled you against his chest, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.
"It's alright, I won't hurt you. You're fine, little one."
And then you really are fine, your little body comforted by his actions and words. They lull you into sleep, and soon you rest on his shoulder and fall into a deep sleep, gripping his shirt collar tightly in your tiny fist.
"Sleep well, (Name)."
When you awake, in your usual adult form, you're too nervous to suggest it, but thankfully Mihawk is thinking the same thing.
"I think I'd like a little you or me to keep me company."
BUGGY
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Buggy is horrible with children. I mean he's not great with people, but he is absolutely, terrifyingly not good with kids at all. So when you were somehow turned into a tiny human being who could barely stand on two legs, he was shocked. And slightly scared, though he would never admit it. You were the only person he genuinely liked, so he tried not to be too...rough, with your little form. Picking you up was as far as he got, but even then he held you out awkwardly like a football.
And then you squealed and happily reached for his nose, the bright red circular appendage attracting your attention instantly. Now, Buggy was sensitive about his nose, but he let you touch it. A testament to how much he liked you. And, if he were being honest, you were actually kind of cute squeezing his nose like that until he couldn't breath-
Exhale out the mouth.
When he remembered he could use his mouth to breathe, he smiled a little at how much you were enjoying yourself playing with his nose. You even touched his makeup and all his markings, out of curiosity. Your eyes were bright with confusion but also fascination, and it did something weird to Buggy. Made him feel...warm inside?
Then he decided to, experimentally, see what your reaction to his devil fruit would be in this tiny form. He set you down on the floor again, and then detached his hand. Your eyes went wide and you instantly covered your eyes with your small hands, your bottom lip trembling. He panicked, tripping over himself and falling into a tangled heap in front of you. You peeked between your fingers to see this, then burst out into cute laughter. Buggy almost glared at you, but then remembered you were just a baby and instead picked himself up and smiled - or rather tried his best not to smile like a maniac - at you.
Then you saw his floating hand, and grabbed it.
"No no, (Name), that's not-"
You stuck his fingers in your mouth, and he groaned. You just giggled innocently, and only then did he realise his devil fruit could be a source of entertainment for you. He detached multiple limbs and floated them around, watching as you squealed in glee and crawled around trying to catch them.
Were you actually having fun because of him?
When he finally put his body back together again, you pouted but crawled up to his leg and hugged it, gurgling happily as if to thank him. He was stunned. He slowly picked you up and you offered him a toothless smile, before yawning. Still unsure, he laid you on his shoulder and awkwardly patted your back, but that seemed to work because you slowly fell asleep.
When you woke up again, finally an adult, you grinned at him, "Shall we make you a father?"
SHANKS
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It was his fault, really. He picked the fight, contrary to his usual behaviour. But that guy had said something about you, and he couldn't ignore it, so of course he acted. And now here you were, a tiny baby fisting his shirt in your tiny hand and looking up at him with big, curious (eye colour) eyes. He had experience with children, of course, having spent some time with Luffy. But you were so small, so delicate.
"Captain, what-"
He ignored the confused questions from his crew as he brought you back on board the ship, immediately taking you to his quarters. It shouldn't last long, he reminded himself, but he still felt guilty. Though that quickly disappeared when you giggled and crawled around his quarters, knocking things over and hiding with a loud giggle when he caught you.
"Oi, (Name)!" He tried to sound stern, he really did, but his laugh have his mood away. You stuck your head out from under his bed and stuck your tiny tongue out at him, and he burst out laughing. "Oh, you're cute, sweetheart."
He lifted you up again and you squealed excitedly and reached for his hair, the bright colour attracting your attention. He grinned and put you on his head, keeping his hands on your small waist, and soon felt you tug on his red strands. You were giggling and pulling and kicking your legs happily, so he endured the pain just for your sake. It was very cute how you thought his hair was a toy, and by the time you got tired of it, it was a mess. Strands were everywhere, out of place, sticking out...but it didn't matter to him.
Because now you were looking at him with your big, innocent eyes and suckling on your hand as he cradled you against his chest. He gently rubbed your back and pressed a soft kiss to your tiny tuft of (hair colour) hair.
"You're so pretty even as a baby, (Name)."
You rewarded him with a sloppy kiss on his cheek, making him laugh. He sat on his bed with you still in his arms, watching as you grew tired and offered him the cutest sight - the tiniest of yawns.
"Sleep, little one."
He gently rocked you to sleep, reassuringly and soothingly patting your small back as you drifted off on his shoulder. He felt warm inside, as if a small fire had been lit inside him. He knew what it was.
And when you woke up in adult form, he grinned at you, "Let me give you a baby, sweetheart."
BROOK
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Brook has experience with babies. Maybe not human babies, but babies nonetheless. He knows a human baby is very different to a whale baby, but he figures that there can be similarities too. Such as entertainment, which is his area of expertise. So when he looks down at his feet to see baby you tugging on his pants, he is somewhat prepared. He has no idea how you were turned into a baby, of course, but he's not complaining because you are so, so adorable.
"What happened to (Name)?" Franky asked the skeleton, raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing important!" Was Brook's gleeful reply, followed by a laugh when you somehow crawled on top of his afro and knocked his hat off so you could take its place.
"Nothing imp-" Franky sighed. "Do you even know how to look after a baby?" Franky's eyes worriedly drifted to where you sat upon the skeleton's head, tugging on his afro and squealing with delight. You wobbled precariously.
"No, but it can't be any different to a baby whale!"
Franky would have commented on that, if you hadn't slipped off Brook's head. The cyborg easily caught you, before holding you out to Brook, "Don't let her sit on your head."
"Noted."
For the rest of the day, Brook occupied you by sitting you down on his bed and playing music for you, telling you stories about Laboon and his crew, and about his experiences in the Grand Line before you guys found him. He sang all sorts of songs, played all sorts of melodies, while you giggled and clapped your hands excitedly, bouncing up and down. Brook smiled, the sight warming heart - oh, but he doesn't have a heart. He hardly ever got tired, but you prompted him to play for hours on end, until he really was exhausted. So he picked you up, settled on his bed, and lay you on his lap before humming a tune. You slowly drifted off to sleep, and Brook smiled.
He hoped he could play for one of the crew's babies one day.
CHOPPER
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Another island, another mishap, another adventure. No trip is ever boring with the Straw Hats, and this was again proven when an unfortunate encounter with a devil fruit user who could change people's ages led to you being turned into an infant. And that's how you found yourself cradled in Sanji's arms, with Chopper trying to get a good look at you all throughout the walk back to the Sunny.
"Chopper, she's fine," the cook tried to assure the doctor, but Chopper was having none of it.
He was so worried, because no one was equipped to take care of a baby, and he cared about you so much that now you were a baby, he was becoming overprotective. As soon as Sanji set you down somewhere safe for Chopper to examine you, he was grabbing his bag and bringing out all his different tools. He checked all your vitals and made sure you were first and foremost healthy, before he could consider anything else.
Then you touched his blue nose and widened your eyes in fascination, gurgling softly, and Chopper blushed brightly. He smiled and poked your nose back, and you let out the cutest giggle that melted the reindeer's little heart. He shifted to his humanoid form and gently lifted you up into his arms, cradling you as he gazed down at you with the utmost love, adoration and fascination he could manage. You were so tiny, even more so than him, and so so cute. Then you sneezed, looking stunned for a moment before giggling loudly. And Chopper thought there was nothing more joy-inducing than holding and watching baby you.
"Chopper, where's-oh." Nami stopped when she saw Chopper standing there just holding you, one of his fingers in your tiny hand as he cooed at you and made you giggle. She smiled softly and left the room, deciding you were in safe hands.
"You're the cutest baby in the world, (Name)," Chopper told you. You just smiled brightly, exposing your gums cause you had no teeth, and waved your small arms around happily.
Chopper was really good with you. He monitored you throughout the 24 hours, making sure you ate properly, got enough sleep and were bathed properly. He is probably the best caretaker out of all the men on this list, not only because he's doctor but he's naturally caring and nurturing. It comes like second nature to him. Besides, you were such a calm and quiet baby - except for the giggling - that you made it easy for him. He was almost sad when you fell asleep, knowing you'd be grown up again when you woke up.
But maybe one day the crew would be able to fawn over a baby everyday. Maybe one day.
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giyuuzas · 11 months
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How the Harishas knew/said “I love you”
All Hairsha x GN! Reader, fluff, SWF, Enjoy!!! <3 (also taking request for any kny character!)
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Gyōmei Himejima: 🪨
His realization for love would be something people wrote books about, since he is unable to see he used his other senses to fall in love with you. The way your laugh sounded brought his heart joy. The way you smelled on a calm spring day, the sensation of your touch caused goosebumps to cast against his skin. Although he is unable to see you, creasing his hands around your cheeks help fuel his imagination. He was able to fall in love with your true self. He would be the type of man to express it when the time felt right. When your hand was holding his and he was able to hear your heart beat he would say it.
“Y/N, I want you to know that I am in love with you. Although I may not be able to see you, this envision I have of you is perfect.”
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Mitsuri Kanroji: 💕
Queen of love!!!! But this time it was different. She often found herself thinking of you. Any small thing would be connected to you. She found herself wishing you were there to share special moments with you. She would be the type to tell you in the most romantic way possible. Writing you a love letter confessing all her feelings. Planning a sweet date and being extra affectionate. Her love would be the purest out of all, she is finally happy to have found someone to share these strong feelings with.
“Dear Y/N,
I’m writing this to you in hopes to get all my feelings out. I’m unsure why, but I find myself become nervous around you. I realized it was because I’m in love with you. All of our quality time together means the world to me. You make me want to become a better person, and for that I thank you. Thank you for seeing me, for me.
Love always,
Mitsuri Kanroji <3”
*she would definitely be the time to draw something cute on the love letter!*
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Obanai Iguro: 🐍
He realized he had developed strong feelings for you when he was finding himself thinking about you often. He doesn’t spend a lot of time with people but it pleased him to be with you. His love language would be quality time. He often feels like you’re the missing part of him. To be loved by Obanai is a big deal, his past trauma often holds him back from relationships. He kept his feelings hidden for a long time, in hopes to protect himself from any future reject. It wasn’t until the words just slip out of his mouth. You weren’t doing much, you two were just out for one of your evening walks and when he looked at you, he knew it was time. Maybe it was the way the sunset casted around your figure, or the way your hair was done that day… or the sweet smile you offered him.
“Hey, y/n… Please just bare with me during this. I’m not the best with emotions… but what I do know is that I care about you a lot. I would do anything to protect you if you allow it. I love you.”
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Sanemi Shinazugawa: 🗡️
Since he is so stubborn and hot headed, love never crossed his mind. Until he met you, he had finally met his match. What won him over was your ability to keep up with his wit, you had some thick skin because at first he felt intimidated by you, he wasn’t sure why but it sure was making him upset. When he realized he wasn’t able to bring you down, his tone shifted. He tried to keep his distance since he believed loving someone would take up too much his time, and distract him from his job. It wasn’t until you confronted him on why he was avoiding you. He knew he wasn’t able to lie to you. Definitely a enemies to friends to lovers trope.
“What the hells wrong with you, why are you avoiding me-“
“It’s nothing. Now beat it.”
“No- you’re either gonna fight me or tell me what’s wrong-“
“I can’t do that-“
“Oh Shina, don’t tell me you’re going soft on me.”
“I can’t do that because I can’t imagine hurting someone I love-“
“Huh?”
“Yes y/n. I love you, there I said it.”
“Well I’m glad you did shithead, because I love you too-“
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Muichirō Tokitō: 💨
Sweetest little baby, he would enjoy nothing more than spending quality time with you. It brought joy to your heart to notice the change in his eyes when he spoke to you. A young man of few words. He would remember small details about you, which send you over the moon. He would often bring you your favorite treats or help you indulge in your favorite hobbies. He loves to take walks with you and listen to you talk. You gotten used to him repeating information you told him, you realized it helps him remember stuff.
“Y/N, I am so happy to have met you. Since I did, my life started to make sense again. You’ve helped me in many ways no amount of training could ever do. I enjoy spending time with you and what I’m trying to say is that… I care about you.”
“I love you too-“
“Huh, what did you just say?”
“I love you Muichirō-“
“Is that what I’m feeling?”
“I believe so.”
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Shinobu Kochō: 🦋
Your frequent trips to the butterfly mansion caused you and Shinobu to come close. For some reason she would often be at your bedside. At first it was for usual check ins, then she would find any excuse to spend a little extra time with you. She knew she was in love with you when she realized you provided her with the same sense of comfort as her sister. At first she was overwhelmed with this feeling. Keeping it to herself she felt as if she was just imagining it. She would soon bring you two board games for pass time with. When you were able to walk around you two would sit out in the garden. Admiring the changes in the season. She often just sits there and admires you.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Oh-it’s nothing.”
“It doesn’t seem like nothing.” Your slim smirk caused butterflies to brew in her stomach.
“I’m proud of how much growth you’ve shown.”
“Thank you, same goes to you Kochō.”
“Huh-“
“You’ve changed a lot since I first met you, I thought I was just imagining things…but I alway sense a feeling of anger coming from you. Now when we are together you seem at peace.”
“It’s because I am. Because of you. Thank you for that.”
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Uzui Tengen: ✨
He sure found you flashy. Even a little more than he found himself. Other Harisha took note that he was often showing off in front of you. Although you weren’t impressed by it, it didn’t stop him. It wasn’t until he took a one on one training session with you that you were able to talk about it. He had this image in his head that he would present his love in the most flashiest way possible, but he soon found out that wasn’t something you were interested in. You would never change him as a person but you just didn’t life the flashy life style he did.
“Why do you always seem to be showing off Lord Tengen?”
“You’re telling me a person like you isn’t impressed by the god of festivals.”
“No offense but I don’t see you as the god of festivals.”
“What did you just say to me?”
“I just see you as Uzui Tengen, that’s all. Yeah you are pretty flashy, but you’re also just a nice guy. Plus you’re easy on the eyes.”
It was the first time this man was left speechless. He had spent so much of his life in honor of his family. Living the best life he possible could. He knew you were different because you brought out the humble side of him. Something he thought be could hide forever.
“You’re a sight to see yourself y/n. If I’m being honest, I try to be extra flashy to impress you.”
“I don’t need all of that, Lord Tengen.”
“Damnit, I’m just going to say it already. I love you y/n. I’m trying to win you over.”
“Well you don’t need to try so hard anymore Lord Tengen.”
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Giyū Tomioka: 🌊
A man of VERY little words. You took notice of him first, you realized he kept to himself. If you two were to pass each other nothing much would come of it. He was hesitant at first when you started to come around more and talk to him. It took him a while to share a small smile with you. But you felt such a reward. It soon turned where he was the one sitting up the conversation. You had planned for the both of you to get a bite to eat. After that, you planned it again. He seems to be a creature of habit so a once a week dinner seemed to be a requirement. You often talked more, but he was always there to listen. You would ask open ended questions trying to learn more about him, but he only provided a little bit of information at a time. His love for you was something that overwhelmed him. But he knew you brought him the same type of comfort that his beloved friend did.
“You remind me a lot of my friend..Sabito.”
“Oh really? How long have you guys been friends for?”
“Since we were little. We actually trained together.”
“Awe, that’s sweet.”
“I’m sorry I don’t talk much-“
“It’s okay. Don’t worry, I understand.”
“I have to tell you something y/n.”
“You can tell me anything.”
“I love you-“
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Kyōjurō Rengoku: 🔥
Definite friends to lovers trope. He was a man loved by everyone. You were shocked to realize he shared the same feelings for you. But it did make sense, once he realized he had strong feelings for you he would often plan one on one training sessions with you. Which would end up with a post training dinner at one of his favorite restaurants. Since it was always his idea he would never let you pay, actually he wouldn’t let you pay for anything. This man has many love languages, but words of affirmation is his top one. He fell in love with the way your eyes sparkled when you received praise. He set out for a new mission, to protect you with every dying breath. He loves spending time with you and Senjuro, the way you are able to connect with Senjuro brought him a great comfort.
“You really have improved on your training y/n! I’m very proud of you.”
“Thank you Kyo, I do have a great trainer.”
“Well, all of your hard work comes from yourself and your passion. Never lose it.”
“I won’t Kyo-“
“You’re definitely becoming a wonderful person. I’m glad to have been apart of it.”
“You yourself are a wonderful person.”
“Well if I’m going to be honest. It’s because of you. You bring me a new sense of motivation I’ve never felt before. I want to become a better man every day for you y/n. I love you, and I would love to call you mine… if that’s something you’d allow.”
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sixosix · 7 months
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can you do an aether x reader lil one shot please!!! my baby gets no love ;( I'm fine with any story or plot but maybe one where they've been travel buddies for a while and his feelings have just been bottled up over time and he just explodes in to a confession and then some cute fluff from there!!!!!!
a/n wc 1.6k there are tears in my eyes as i write this i love aether sonmuch. also sorry if this is all over the place i was trying so hard not to turn it into another 10k word fic…. ft. lyney
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aether doesn’t vividly recall the moment his feelings blossomed. there was no pinpointed moment, only all of it growing restless inside him.
he likes to keep his team to four people maximum, oftentimes none at all—just him and paimon to worry about as they move from region to region, friends made yet no proper strings attached. it’s for everyone’s sake, as aether doesn’t plan on staying too long in one place. that’s how it should’ve been.
you appeared one day, demanding to take you in his team. just for liyue and then you can separate ways, you said.
“i’m visiting my awfully quiet lover to break his silence. i need to figure out why i’ve stopped receiving letters,” you explained, blinding him with your bigger-than-life personality.
and because aether is a weak, weak man to people who don’t know how to back down, he agreed, albeit hesitantly. “alright,” he said in defeat. “just liyue?”
“just liyue,” you affirmed, beaming as he’s accepted you probably easier than you expected.
just liyue is a lie, and he should’ve known it the moment he had to confirm it. he didn’t bother with formal introductions and keeping conversations, knowing he wouldn’t see you again anyway. it didn’t help that paimon adores you, expressing her loud disappointment when you have to part ways with them.
paimon floated lower than usual. aether sighed. “should’ve known you’d grow to love someone who spoils you with sweet madame more than me.”
“hmph! y/n’s nicer to paimon than you!”
but he does see you again some time later, facing a large tree, kicking it out of frustration. it’s pouring heavily; your clothes are soaked.
“am i scary?” you asked when aether and paimon approached you, staring ahead, fists trembling.
“what’s wrong?! did something bad happen?” paimon fluttered around you nervously, unsure if she could touch you.
“he’s not dead, at least,” you said bitterly. “just too cowardly to tell me that he doesn’t love me anymore. i suppose it was better breaking up face-to-face than through letters.” you sighed bitterly, shoulders hiked up to your ears as a fresh wave of quiet tears washed over you, muted by the rain. “this is embarrassing, getting dumped because i was too much.”
“it’s not. you came all the way from mondstadt just to see him. didn’t he at least care about that?” aether asked, which might’ve just been his longest sentence yet. why were you out here soaking? if it were him, he wouldn’t have been so rude to leave you astray during a thunderstorm.
“i can’t force him, if he doesn’t want to see me. i’ll be alright, i promise.” you rest your forehead against the bark of the tree, water sliding off your cheeks—aether isn’t sure if it’s the rain or your tears.
he understands, possibly more than anyone.
and aether—still a weak, weak man when it came to people breaking down in front of him, knowing what it’s like to lose someone so dear to you—gently says, “xiangling told us there’s an event holding place here later. you’re coming with us.”
just liyue was already a warning in itself that it would never be just as that.
you weave yourself in his life as if you were always there, fitting in like you haven’t met him and paimon just a few days ago. he tries to convince himself that he’s doing this to cheer you up, but you’ve been making him smile more than they do to you.
he would turn to his side and see you feeding him a chicken-mushroom skewer after a short battle, insisting even when aether says he’s not as injured as you may think. he would turn to his side and see you and paimon laughing over something he missed and find himself grinning as well.
he would turn to his side when you tug on his sleeve, shyly asking if he’s willing to take you to inazuma as well because you didn’t want to stay in liyue if they weren’t here anymore.
“sure,” aether would say. he’s a weak man, and you were holding on to his cape, looking so adorable that aether wanted to melt on the spot. but that’s a normal reaction to cute things, probably.
taking you to inazuma turns into bringing you along to sumeru, then eventually fontaine, until everyone is convinced you’re a staple in aether’s adventures: aether, paimon, and y/n.
this is what it’s like to have a good team, aether persuades himself. a good team, a useful asset, aether reminds himself sternly as you slice a ruin cruiser off of existence with fierce anger in your eyes and a stick of tricolor dango in your mouth. you wave at him after, beaming, and his heart does something weird.
and now, when some of his friends suggest that he lays you off even just for a day so he can have three other people who work together seamlessly with him, he dismisses it quickly—without thinking. he already works best with you by his side. if they want to come along with him, they have to accept they’re coming along with you just as well.
“thanks for letting me join you,” you whisper one night, lying on the grass and watching the stars with him. you turn your head and meet his eyes, smiling softly.
“of course,” aether says. of course, because now he can’t imagine what it’s like to not have you with him. “i’m the only one who can handle how scary you are.”
you scoff, gently punching his arm as he laughs. “shut up, idiot. you know what i mean.”
i know, aether wants to say. but would that be too much? aether doesn’t want you to think he’s trying to replace someone important in your life this quickly.
you are scary. you’re terrifying him with all these unwanted feelings he doesn’t know what to do with. but aether wasn’t lying, either—he can handle fear just as well.
and now, as aether watches lyney grin and kiss the back of your palm, aether’s chest burns with something unpleasant, sitting in his stomach and urging him to take action. a rock under his shoe. he does not like it, not one bit.
“uhh,” paimon shifts nervously mid-air. “paimon thinks you should stop glaring daggers into lyney before he notices.”
“glaring daggers? i’m not glaring daggers,” aether hisses. his fingers are starting to ache with how painfully he’s clutching his sword. “no daggers here…” he curses as he watches you grow increasingly flustered.
the sight startles him. not your expression, not lyney’s clear provocation, but aether’s stance towards it.
“i thought we’re friends with lyney again?” paimon asks, terribly confused.
“the best of friends,” aether says, marching over to the scene. paimon makes a disbelieving noise.
lyney smirks knowingly as aether gently tugs on your arm. “oh,” lyney says, all sly, more of a fox than a cat, “i didn’t know you were already spoken for. i do apologize for the misunderstanding.”
you glance between an amused lyney and an irked aether, dazed. “i’m not…?”
“your jealous boyfriend says otherwise,” lyney snorts as aether bristles.
aether glares heatedly at lyney, even as the latter backs away with a smug grin. “y/n, let’s go. there’s nothing else to do here.” he’s being rude. he doesn’t care. his mind is blank—or maybe it’s running miles per minute, and he struggles to keep up.
and because you always listen to aether, you let him drag you off, nearly failing to wave goodbye to a chuckling lyney. lyney calls for paimon, distracting her as aether continues walking away from the scene.
you turn to aether, barely able to keep up with his hurried steps. “whoa, whoa, hey, aether—aether, are you okay? your face is so red.” you touch his cheek, and he crumbles. “aether.”
he halts, frowning at the ground. frustrated.
“aether, is there something wrong?”
that’s the thing. aether doesn’t know what’s wrong. he was content with watching you from afar—content with your stars slowly aligning with his as he stands back and watches it happen. he was content with not doing anything about it. but not doing anything about it would mean everyone else thinks you haven’t got aether wrapped around your finger.
“sorry,” aether says. to the painful beating of his heart, restless with unexplained fury. “i didn’t—”
“…idiot.” you always tell him that. you’re the only one who calls him that, but he knows that were they to try, he wouldn’t let it slide so easily. “it’s okay to admit you’re jealous. it’s cute.”
it is not lyney’s flirtations that tip aether over; it’s the sweet smile you give him, the gentleness of your gaze, and your face so close to aether’s that you and him share the same breath. what tips him over is all of it crashing down on him, as daunting as a fight, as abrupt as the beat of his heart:
oh. oh. is that it?
aether doesn’t vividly recall the moment you wormed your way in. maybe it was the moment you jumped down from a tree branch and scared the wits out of paimon, only to demand nervously he take you. maybe it was the moment he softens when your shoulders shake and rain pours relentlessly overhead. maybe it was the stab of jealousy seeing someone else try to steal you away from him when you so obviously belong to him as he belongs to you.
it doesn’t matter.
“i want you,” aether says, then blinks when you do a startled take. “no—no. i mean. i… like you. and i want you to stay. here. not with them. not anyone else.”
“stay right in front of you?”
“in front, beside—doesn’t matter.” aether grows weak, limp as he presses his forehead against yours. “i just want you.”
“okay,” you smile, tipping your chin to kiss his cheek. his heart soars. “that’s all i needed to hear.”
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notrattus · 1 year
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hello you 💕 I’m new to your blog so I hope my request is okay, would you mind writing a few hcs about leon being protective over the reader? like what he’d do to protect them and how protective he is in general? 👉🏻👈🏻 thank you 💕
hello lovely!! welcome to my blog and thank you for your request, i hope you like this little drabble of a protective leon <3
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leon kennedy x gn!reader, not proofread
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I'm glad it’s unanimous that Leon is certainly the protective type. While some of it may stem from paranoia the majority is based in love and care, something that he slowly learnt how to properly express when he met you.
Initially he was somewhat closed off from small notions of care, ‘the little things’ never crossed his mind as larger, more pressing issues often took up his thoughts.
He had always been protective but not in a loving way, rather a literal way that aligned with the requirements of his job. But when you entered the picture he unknowingly began to cater some of that effort towards you specifically.
Concerns about the safety and well-being of others became concerns about you individually and he caught himself wondering about you on more than one occasion, wanting to check up on you on days that you seemed down or when he could just feel that something was amiss.
And when you began dating he allowed himself to fully step into the necessity, or rather duty that he felt he had to protect you and your well-being.
A lot of the little things Leon does from then on is therefore a result of this protective nature. If you’re in a busy and crowded area his hand finds yours quickly and he tucks you in against his side to keep you anchored to him, even without you having to reach for him.
Similarly he always walks on the outside of the pavement, keeping you safe on the inside while he walks along the road edge.
This means you’re swapping hands often if you cross the street. You know why he does it but you still think it’s silly, even more so since he tries to act like he’s doing it for some other reason.
“Baby, we need to swap hands.” “Oh, uh sure, honey. But why?” “…My other hand misses you.”
He’s very touchy like that, and needs a hand on you at all times to feel content. Whether it’s holding yours or resting on your waist or shoulder, Leon will always have that grounding touch. Unless you ever ask him to relent.
If you’re in an uncomfortable social situation he always makes sure that you know he is there to help you out of it, but only if you want him to, like a backup plan if you decide you want to go home.
He would never attempt to control any decision of yours and supports you through every new endeavour you take on, always on the sidelines should you ever need him.
He is very aware of your surroundings in that way, scanning rooms to make sure that there’s no one who will cause a problem, and if there is that he can get you out of there if necessary.
And it’s a wonderful feeling, to know that he’s always there if you need him. If you’re overwhelmed after a long day, if an interaction with someone turned sour, or if you’re just tired and in need of some comfort, you can always count on Leon.
Leon is very in tune to your emotions as well. He calls it a talent.
He knows that when your words get quiet and your sentences terse that you’re feeling down and will ensure that no one makes you feel any worse. And if the sadness stemmed from the actions of a certain person, they will pay for making his partner sad. (He can be something of a Karen when scolding people.)
If someone shoots you down when you’re feeling overexcited about a certain thing he will be sure to lift your mood right back up because there is nothing he loves more than seeing you happy and enthusiastic about the things you enjoy. And yes he will let you talk his ear off about your interests even if he doesn’t know a damn thing about them.
Some might call it extra, but you’re his person, his love, so he can’t help but be protective. He wants you all to himself while also wanting the best for you in every way.
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shout out to @etaerealgirl for the “my other hand misses you” i love your mind <3
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saelestia · 7 months
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my boy | multi
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general headcanons for the sweethearts who love you with their soul, first general post please interact ! ^_^
requests are opened 🤍
GN READER! fluff, no angst .
INCLUDES : OP, NARUTO, MHA, AOT, CSM, JJK, HQ, GI, HXH, BSD.
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the type of boyfriend who takes you on dates to every place you had mentioned to wanting to goto in the area, who runs his hand into yours as you sit down at the restaurant you'd been yearning to goto. "thank you baby" "anything for you my love."
the type of boyfriend who asks you to join him in the bath, despite it having him shifting uncomfortably in the bath, because its all too small for him. "baby, you cant even fit in there alone" you sigh, "i know but id sit in the bath uncomfortably if it meant we could sit here together! "
the type of boyfriend who knows your size by heart, shops for outfits for you in his spare time, just so you know hes thinking of you. one bag turns into 10 and three stores turns into 6. he cant help but spoil you without you asking.
the type of boyfriend who takes months to plan a proposal, it all flies out the window when you kneel infront of him with a diamond encrested ring in an enclosed case in your hand, as you ask him the question, "will you do me the honor of being my husband?" he smiles whole heartedly as he hugs you and pesters about it for weeks on weeks.
the type of fiance who brags to his friends, family, and even strangers about how he's the luckiest man on earth to be blessed by someone with such an enlightening presence like you.
the type of fiance who always has your ring in hand when you take it off in your new home before you go to garden. digging through the soil to plant seeds. the ring remains in his concious as he mows the lawn.
the type of fiance who cries the night of your wedding. your comforting presence making him want to buckle to his knees as he cries when hes announced as your husband. holding your hand as you share your first kiss as husband and wife. "you may now kiss the bride/groom"
the type of husband who celebrates your marriage with red and white wine, sharing a bath that shared both of you in it, this time you both have more than enough room, yet he chooses to have you in his embrace before anything.
the type of husband who gets his ring cleaned regularly, wanting the diamond to shine brighter than anything else on him, he wants people to acknowledge that he's taken, and want them to be even more upset that he was the lucky one in 7 billion who has you.
the type of husband who writes love letters to you for any and all occasions, because words cannot express the amount of love he has for you. letter after letter, one each time he thinks and misses you and wants you to know something. every letter being different, each being one thing you do that drives him mad.
the type of husband who takes you out on dates as if it was when you had first met. walking you through the park he took you to during your first date as teenagers. who sits in the same spot as he runs his hands through your hair because its only the same, if not.. he loves you infinitely more.
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woso-dreamzzz · 3 months
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Big Adventures Thoughts
So, my fics were pretty short tonight because I was stuck on a coach for six hours and couldn't write much but I do have some random Big Adventures thoughts that may or may not make it into fics at some point but I'm just going to share them all with you now 😊
I've mentioned it very briefly in an ask before but when Princesse was very young she spoke Swedish with a slight Danish accent and Magda hated it. It faded after she started living with Magda but it's always funny to Pernille whenever anyone brings it up
It's not been used a lot but moster Frido is a big part of Princesse's life. This is coming in a fic soon but after the doctors and Magda and Pernille, she's actually the next person to hold Princesse and she's the one that brings her girl-swan and girl-moose when she's a baby. Princesse adores her in the way all young girls idolise their older, female relatives and Frido's definitely the one she turns to when she's older and doesn't want to talk to her mums about certain things
Magda feels a bit inadequate sometimes (particularly early on) when she finds out just how easy Pernille and Princesse work together on things and it's a pretty steep learning curve for her but she adapts pretty quickly
Every shirt Princesse gets when she's younger, she wears to bed the night she gets it. Some shirts (like Leah's) she hoards for weeks before letting them get washed and framed if she thinks they're special enough
Princesse is deathly allergic to kiwi, banana and avocado but only slightly allergic to latex
Sometimes on the bus to away games, Princesse curls up on Jessie's lap and naps with her. Pernille has a whole photo album of pictures of Jessie and Princesse napping
The gloves that Zećira gives Princesse after the match against the USA, Princesse keeps. It becomes a bit of a superstition but before every match, she puts them on and then takes them off to put on her own gloves because she wants Zećira's good luck from that game to rub off on her
Princesse is absolutely a prodigy at keeping. Magda and Pernille debate sometimes whether there must be some kind of keeper dna in the donor they chose (because it certainly didn't come from Magda's) or whether or not it was the near hero worship Princesse has for Zećira that made her want to prove herself
Princesse's schooling ends up being a bit all over the place. She only starts school when they all move back to Germany and she only really goes in a few times a week because Magda and Pernille's schedules can be erratic sometimes and it's a bit easier to home-school her (and because of the slight separation anxiety Magda develops but will forever deny). When Magda and Pernille retire and they end up in Sweden, Princesse's time is taken up by academy training and then when she hits fifteen, professional training so she ends up taking online school
I think I've mentioned this as well but Princesse never lets in a penalty her entire career and it makes other players all the more nervous during penalty shootouts at major tournaments because she continually blocks them. It becomes kind of a thing that commentators at matches talk about in the 'is this the day someone finally scores a penalty against her' kind of way
Like Magda did, Princesse gives away her World Cup medals but this time to Magda and Pernille rather than a child of her own
Almost all of Princesse's World Cup jerseys get given away to players from her childhood (if and when she defeats their teams) while the others go to Magda and Pernille
For club football, Princesse has her first name on her back but for every international match, it's her last name
Princesse feels awkward getting praise sometimes from people that aren't her mothers which is something that carries into adulthood so, at award shows and such things, she always brings them with her because it makes her feel less awkward
Speaking of award shows, Princesse is presented with awards by both Mary Earps when she grows up along with Alexia and Aitana
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alicerosejensen · 10 months
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It may be possible to make a whole cycle out of this, but let's see if someone likes it)
It doesn't even have a name yet, but maybe it will appear a little later.
Warning: age difference (implied) ; Yandere! Leon; full control of the reader; a bit of psychological abuse.
(the author got a little fucked up and missed all the deadlines for laying out this strange text, but the work is killing me)
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You were emotionally dependent on him. Leon Scott Kennedy has completely taken over your life, managing you like a pet, controlling your every move. Like some kind of subcutaneous tick, he climbed deep inside you if only you were always next to him.
You don't even remember how long ago it started. What was perceived as caring was actually a huge red flag that you saw too late or Leon was just good at hiding his possessive attitude towards you. Now there's nothing to fix. The door to his office is ajar and you are not actually allowed in, but if Leon is at work it always means that his control is loosening a bit. You carefully looked through the crack and saw that he was sitting at a laptop and writing some kind of report. A pile of papers scattered all over the table indicated that it was inundated with paperwork. You didn't bother him. She just slipped past on tiptoe, trying to be as quiet as possible.
It was actually only early in the morning, but you think Leon didn't even go to bed. His fingers continued to tap on the keyboard, and he sighed deeply from exhaustion every now and then. You never got up so early and just wanted to go to the kitchen to drink some water and lie back in a warm bed. Eagerly swallowing water, you could not help but see people running past doing morning jogging, and your heart ached a little with envy.
The weather was so nice outside that you wanted to go for a run, even if you were sleepy.
"You didn't think I wouldn't see you peeping..." Leon's arms closed around your waist, holding you tight against his chest. You set your glass aside and Leon turned you around holding your chin. "What if someone saw my sweet girl in her underwear?"
Oooh, it was strictly forbidden, something that could have pissed off Leon in a split second if a man running past saw you standing in panties and a tank top.
You remained silent, apologetically lowering your gaze. Leon just sighed and reached for your lips, planting a kiss in the very corner. "You always have to be watched over." Leon let out a sort of disappointed yet relieved sigh as he pulled you into a hug, resting his head on the top of your head.
It kills. Sucks out life. He has made you a helpless child who cannot take a single step without him.
"Let's go to bed," a shiver ran through your body. "Be a good girl to me. I love you so much"
He pulled off your shirt, making you shiver in the cool air. Leon picked you up in his arms, carrying you back to the bedroom, where he gently laid you on the bed and began to undress himself to lie under the covers.
"Sweetheart," His voice sounded uncomfortably in his ear as Leon practically lay down on your back, hugging your waist like you were his favorite pillow. His lips found your neck as a hand from your waist moved to your thigh, tugging at the elastic of lace panties, pulling them off your legs. “My poor baby, you can’t do without me at all, am I right? How can I let you go somewhere alone if something is sure to happen to you?"
Tears flowed from your eyes. You could... you were on your own before you met him, but now? A huge part of you no longer belongs to you. You don't have a job, because he knows how to persuade ... you remember just a touch and a gentle, begging whisper over your lips when he towered over you. Leon knows how to drive crazy, knows how to take what he wants and left everything for his hugs. Leon has a very sick concept of love.
"I don't want that kind of relationship, Leon..." You croaked, knowing in advance that it was a failed attempt. Leon just turned you around kissing your forehead and you could feel his muscles tensing up. He never hit you, but his pressure was much worse.
"What relationship do you not want?" Leon's serious voice made you tremble. "Am I treating you bad? You don't even have to do anything. What's on your mind again?"
Silence. Leon seemed to have a counterargument to any of your claims after which you felt terrible. It’s as if you are ungrateful, and he is a dream man who gives everything you want and really Leon never limited you in money: the best outfits, expensive gifts, any purchases. He was much older than you and your friends always thought that you just found yourself a sugar daddy who pays you everything. Oh, how wrong they were!
He adored you to the point of some hidden madness.
Leon kept saying that he was already tired. That his job has taken a normal life away from him, but you don't even know what he does. Working for the government has a somewhat vague concept. And, probably, this work did something with his psyche, if he has some kind of unhealthy mania to keep you away from everyone and always next to him.
"So what kind of relationship do you want?" Again he asks the question. "Talk to me"
"Why are you doing it?"
"Doing what?" Leon turned you around, pressing you to his chest as if you were some kind of child, and his eyes seemed to have grown rough.
You knew it was useless. That even if you leave and try to return to your old life, Leon will make it so that you can't live without him. You loved him before the manifestation of all the red flags, and now you yourself did not know how you feel for him.
"I want to go out, spend time with friends, work... I can't be..."
"Oh, what a silly girl you are." Leon sighed wearily, but his voice softened. He pulled you closer to him, lightly stroking your hair. "But I understand. You just didn’t see what I saw. In fact, you should be glad that I take care of you. Everything I do is only for your benefit, and am I forcibly keeping you at home? We can go for a walk a little later, and you don’t need to work at all. Anything can happen there, and I won’t be there to protect you. Plus, I fully provide for you." Leon took a deep breath, closing his eyes, holding you tightly by his side.
He did not beat you, did not starve you, did not humiliate you, but destroyed you slowly and morally. You buried yourself in his broad chest, wondering if it's okay to accept such love? A love in which all your actions must be approved by Leon...
You can't go anywhere without his permission. But maybe you just need to learn to accept his love? In the end, which of the men will care about you so much? Maybe you're really lucky to have met Leon?
"What are you thinking about," Leon literally felt your excitement, as if some kind of sensor was built into him. He pulled back a little to look into your eyes.
"About nothing," you lied, but Leon knew you too well.
"You know I don't like being lied to!" A shiver ran through your body at his insinuating voice. "Look at me"
"I'm not lying, it's just that you... control me all the time"
"Does my concern feel like control?" You looked up at him, meeting his beautiful eyes, which were genuinely offended, and yet they looked too attractive. His bangs fell into his eyes as he chuckled bitterly. "Sweetheart, you're just too young. I don't blame you, but without me, what are you going to do? Working as a waitress in a cheap diner and smiling at horny bastards who dream of groping you? You're only my girl, and no one has the right to touch you".
His overprotection was depressing. Leon wrapped his arms around your hips, hovering over you, making you dependent on him. His excitement grew with every second from the sight of your naked body. Leon was possessive. Until you started living together, he did not show this trait of his character much, but later this quality manifested itself more and more clearly. Do you still remember when your college friend picked you up for fun, throwing you over his shoulder and what a scandal Leon gave you at home, bringing you to tears. The wall is still dented from his fist, making you wince every time you see it. Kennedy had a sick attachment to you mixed with the fear that you would leave him and never love him again. That you will find yourself another man, one of your peers, but that day you assured him with tears in your eyes that you did not cheat on him. Leon yelled at you so hard that your legs were bent and you sat on the floor when he swung at you for the first time. Pressing a palm to a blazing cheek. It was the first and last time he hit you in a fit of jealousy. Leon himself was frightened of what he did, his subsequent concern and scattering of comforting compliments could not make you forgive him for this, and this burden still hangs on you like a heavy stone.
You cried as he gently made love to you, kissing the tears from your face as he impaled you on his cock. His silent apology touched your lips, smearing the blood from your split lip. Even when your tears dried, leaving behind a salty crust, Leon still continued to fuck you, covering your face with endless kisses and forcing you to close your eyes from a single phrase said in your ear.
"Pretty girl. You will always be mine. I'm so sorry, but I won't let anyone else touch you anymore. You are mine, okay?"
He took care of the aftercare, but it wasn't the Leon you knew. But it became scary when, standing in the shower, you told him that you were leaving, because of which he pressed you with all his might to the shower cabin, grabbing your face with his hands, turning it to him.
"You won't go anywhere! You are mine and no one else's. Don't make me do things I might regret."
Since then, he has taken complete control over you, covering it up with care. Leon did not take your phone, but you were sure that he connected something to it in order to view your messages. Friends constantly called you to parties, but Leon forbade you - his one eloquent look spoke a lot if you disobeyed him.
Part of you hated him, and for some reason, another part of you always looked for warmth and care from him.
"I just want to take care of you," he said as he nestled between your legs. "Don't say such words to me. My little princess, someday you will understand that I'm only protecting you. The outside world is very dangerous and cruel, but I'm glad that I kept my innocence. Without me, you will die"
"Why do you say that?" you asked, but instead of words, he grabbed you in an armful literally to the crunch of the ribs and for some time silently lay burying his nose in your neck. His hands dropped to your hips as he parted your legs, slowly covering your jawline with kisses.
"Because I love you" he slightly raised himself on his hands, burying his nose against your cheek, leaving another weightless kiss on it. “And you love me, and the sooner you realize that, the better it will be for us.”
You doubted when you looked at him. You doubted when returned his kiss and arched under his caresses, however, under them, doubts usually began to dissipate in your head. Like a hard drug, Leon caused intoxication, and if you now say these cherished words, then your golden cage will be closed forever and you will be the one who throws away the key to it.
"I'm sorry," Leon whispered, caressing you. “I shouldn't have done this, and I know you're still mad at me. I swear it won't happen again... but I can't watch anyone other than me touch you."
He really didn't mean to hurt you. Let him still have an unhealthy mania for you. A sick desire to own you and be loved by you, and yet Leon would kill any person if he were now preferred to another. But in those moments, you felt comfortable with him. You calmly fell asleep in his arms and your body still sensitively reacted to his touch. You also had a strange addiction to this man that you are trying to overcome and you also want him to never let you go.
"You have everything you want. I only ask you for love and devotion to me"
Isn't it true?
You fell into the soft pillows, feeling Leon throw your legs over his back, hovering over you. He runs his hands over your shoulders, belly, stroking them making you feel his tension building at the sight of your naked body.
And for some reason it seems to you that you won’t be able to get out ... Perhaps it’s better not to resist and accept his love as it is, than to wake up an animal in him that will take away the last remnants of freedom from you. Leon has a goal to make you dependent on him and he is ready to resort to any means to achieve it.
"You belong to me, and I belong entirely to you. We won't ruin it, just because there's a lot more you don't understand. Be a good girl to me, okay?"
And surrendering to his arms, you understand that you really do not have a big choice.
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st4rb3rr13s · 6 months
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Soft Spot
Eren and You’s soft moments.
I have an essay I need to be writing. ALSO should I write Eren in a different perspective just to get some of these bitches mad cause I’m so sick of this argument 😭😭
Eren was the boy everyone liked. He was the guy who was nonchalant, kind hearted, and honest. The guy who’d have girl’s flocking to him. The guy could befriend easily. The guy, people’s girls may even look at and wish they were with him.
Eren didn’t care about all that, he only cared about you. You, who was honest, loud, and so caring. You let others' words get to you easily, but try not to show it by how loud you can be. Eren saw through it easily, but never said anything.
Never cared about anything, honestly. Any insecurities you had, he always praised you for. Of course Eren had his own problems, but you did too so it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.
Your eyes slowly opened, before feeling soft breaths on your neck. Your head turned slowly, seeing your boyfriend, Eren, sleeping right beside you, arms around your waist. It hasn’t even been a month since you two moved into each other, but everyday you felt more refreshed.
You tried to leave bed, but something pulled you closer to him. Something, being Eren, wanting you to be closer. He loved your soft skin, smelling like your soap mixed with shea butter. He felt his little apartment slowly turning into our little apartment.
“Baby, I need to get up.” You whispered. Eren hummed, still having a tight hold on you. Eren was muscular, and tall, so it’s easy to keep you next to him. “Eren.”
“Just a couple more minutes.” Eren muttered, putting his head on your neck.
“A couple more minutes will turn into 30 making me late.” You reminded him from last week. He grumbled, before his arms let go of your body.
You left the warm bed for the cold atmosphere, walking to your bathroom. You could never believe how fast these past months have been with him, being able to fall in love with him has been soft and sweet. Tooth rotting sweet. He’s someone you feel you could spend your life with, and you would never want that to change.
You walked out of your bathroom, drying yourself off before leaving with a bath towel. Once you open the door, the smell of weed hits your nostrils quickly. You look to see him on the balcony, smoking weed. You watch as he inhales it for a couple seconds before it passes his lips, his white eyes slowly turning red.
You shook your head, as you put on your work clothes. You couldn’t be late to work, it’s only been a couple months since you started working there. You had a couple close calls, you were almost late, and all of them were because of Eren. But Eren has been late or even skipped work because of you. He had a side job anyway that could pay the bills itself.
You started to make art with your hair, combing and geling the sides. Your hair was one of Eren’s favorite parts of you, although he couldn’t touch it, it reminded him of art. He told you box braids, cornrows, fawlocks, were all art. Doing hair is a form of art. God, you fell harder when he explained that so easily.
You walked out to see him coming back inside.
“Thank you for smoking that outside.” You smiled.
“Yeah, Sure. Oh, by the way, what time are you coming home?” Eren asked. You hummed, as he opened the door for you. You walked through, before looking at him.
“Hopefully 6, but you know how my job is. Some people don’t come, others do. Aggravating.” You answered. He hummed, pulling you closer. “What?”
“Nothing, you’re just so pretty. My pretty girl.” Eren muttered before kissing your forehead, before going down to your cheeks, to your neck. Your arms wrapped around his neck, eyes closing once he kissed that one spot. You hummed, holding onto him tighter. “Want you so bad.”
“Eren, we can’t. I can’t, I need to make breakfast and lunch.” You sighed as he licked a stride on your neck. “Eren.”
“I’m done.” Eren told you, giving you one last kiss on the cheek before sitting on a stool. “What’s for breakfast?”
“A granola bar.” You teased, before pulling out the eggs and bacon.
Eren normally cooks for you while in the shower and doing your hair, but you wanted to cook for him for once. Eren normally does everything for you in his power, and would change the weather if that means you were happy. So of course making breakfast wasn’t too much.
“Love you so much, pumpkin.” Eren admired.
“Love you too.” You smiled.
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riririnnnn · 1 month
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As I mentioned in my post earlier:
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His cuff (that thing around his neck) is near transparent which gives us a lot of room to ponder since we don't exactly know what this chain even represent.
Taking Hiori as an example, let's suppose the chain represents the burden that holds back someone's true ego.
His cuff being transparent gives us two things:
1. It might be plastic which doesn't really make any sense if I were to be honest.
2. It is glass which makes a lot of sense because how's glass? Hell yeah, my geniuses, glass is really fragile which completely fits into what he said:
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Further, in that volume cover, he has pulled down his collar which puts a lot of spotlight into his blue rose tattoo, and we all know what that tattoo symbolises for Kaiser.
In case you don't remember: Kaiser got this tattoo as a reminder to himself to never fall back into his weak mentality because Blue Rose symbolises the achievement of impossible, and he saw it as an example to turn impossible to reality since Blue Rose, itself, is artificial and defies the natural order.
What is said above can be found with a quick Google search:
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But what grabbed my most attention is this panel:
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WHY?
If he only wanted to push the soccer industry to despair, then why he is adamant about winning the Champions league and the World Cup?????
Also, contrary to popular beliefs, I don't actually think Kaiser has a superiority complex because, look:
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What Chris said could be considered as an exaggerated way to rile someone, but isn't this, indirectly, exactly what Kaiser says after the Manshine City match ended?
Kaiser said something along the lines of, "BM's main character is Noa and it's impossible for me to be the current number one, that's why I came to NEL to use Isagi as a way to increase my value." He even went as far as to say that he is a secondary character in BM because BM is Noa's team.
I don't think so that anyone with superior complex will admit such real facts.
Further, why did he got so angry when Chris said those things? Isn't someone bound to be angrier if the other one was to point out their obvious weak point? So, does this mean, Kaiser actually got an inferior complex?
I'm not a psychologist, so I'm not dwelling too much into it.
However, there is another thing I want to point out:
So, because of that spreadsheet/official art of a very damaged soccer ball beside Kaiser's foot, the Fandom widely believes that Kaiser was poor while growing up .
BUT!
Being poor as a backstory has already been used three times: Naruhaya Asahi, Noel Noa, and Lorenzo Don.
I understand that in any sector with a lot of money and/or fame, there are many people who come from a poor economic background, but this is fiction, baby. No author wants anything be repeated to the point it feels overused.
That's why, I highly believe that Kaiser was either bullied or mistreated by his seniors when he started playing soccer which explains that he practiced fucking hard that the soccer ball was damaged, and also his supposed hatred towards the soccer industry. It also explains his long, unkempt hair because he was too indulged in practice.
OR!
It goes a bit darker, so proceed with caution:
Soccer somehow destroyed his family's peace just like the brotherhood of Itoshi brothers.
I may write about others in another post, but in this post, I would like to think that the person who destroyed his family's peace was his own father. It could be that his father was a soccer player himself and due to some circumstances, he fell off the soccer industry which took a toll on his mental health, and he started physically abusing either Kaiser, his mom or both.
Why physical abuse? Because Kaiser is shown having an affinity to choking.
If we get our minds out of the gutter, then there have been instances when he choked himself because he was frustrated. Also, didn't he say that he stroked his rose tattoo as a good luck before matches and compared it to, "as if tightening a noose," or something.
That's why, I kinda think that, AT LEAST, someone has choked Kaiser as abuse/bullying.
I'll rant about the above thing in another post tomorrow or some time later because I don't want this post to be too long, and also because I'm hungry af.
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I remember a vivid dream when Kaiser threatened me to join BM.
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frenziedslashers · 1 year
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I Love You, And I Don't Say It Enough:
Pt. 2; Baby, It's Okay
Pairing: Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) x Reader
Warnings: she/her pronouns used, possible ooc Daryl idk, PinV sex, unprotected sex (wrap that shit 👹), rough to soft sex, canon typical violence, mentions of character death. Not proofread.
About: This is set after Season 7 (meaning if you do not know who died Season 7 Episode 1, please do not read if you do not want spoilers.) This is a little fic about Daryl returning to Alexandria after escaping from Negan. I may have gotten some of the details wrong, but this was mostly for my own enjoyment. If you have a request you want to send in for him or another character, feel free. I will be making a master list for TWD and include the characters I write for here in the next few days!
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The past few weeks had been some of the toughest of your life. Not only did you witness two of your good friends die, but you knew that more blood would be shed along the way after theirs. You just didn't think it would be Daryl. He wasn't dead, not from what you knew, at least. They just took him from you. A man who's helped you survive since the beginning. A man who you grew very fond of, and he grew just as fond of you in return. You thought Alexandria brought hope to the future the both of you could share. You were wrong. At least in this moment you were so very wrong.
You screamed for them not to take him from you. It only made them laugh. Negan made a comment about wanting to take you, too. Make you his wife and Daryl have to watch him treat you like his. "I'll be back for ya, don't cry," was the last thing Daryl had said to you. It didn't stop your tears, if anything it only made them worse. What if that was the last time he would ever speak with you? The last time you'd ever see his face. What if he ended up like Glenn and Abraham... Or worse?
It felt like months had passed without him, but in reality. It was only about three, maybe four days. Living without him was lonely. Sure as hell a lot colder at night than having his furnace of a body cooped up next to you. When you saw him get off the truck, you nearly collapsed. His eyes looked tired, but they still searched for you. They still widened and looked at you with the same love and adoration as before. Negan was quick to stop the interaction when Daryl blurted your name and the both of you attempted to run for one another.
"Well," his smile, god. You'd give nothing more than to shoot it off his face. "Isn't this just adorable? Don't you think, Lucille?" He chuckled, walking up to you with a curious gaze. "We've got little miss Jane over here, and her man of a Tarzan over there." He spoke with a sigh. "Gross." He snickered, looking back at Daryl while circling around you. Placing his hands on your hips. Watching you flinch and Daryl fight with the people holding him back. "Don't touch 'er!" "Hey now, what did I say? None of that, or else I'll shut," He held his bat up close to your face. "That shit down." He spoke, voice getting lower and more stern with each word. Daryl understood, even if he didn't want to. Looking at you with a gaze that told you everything was going to be all right.
Negan chuckled again, leaning in close to press his nose against the side of your hair. Inhaling deeply, and then sighing. "Damn! Does your woman smell nice. Bet she tastes just as good, if yunno what I mean." He told Daryl with a sly grin. "Don't talk about 'er-" "Do you wanna see her brains on the pavement? Because I sure as hell don't! I've seen too many super hot wives die. No use wasting such a pretty face when she could maybe be yours again." Daryl glared, Negan looking back at you with a sigh and pursed lips. "You should really tame your dog. He's gonna bite someone someday."
After that, you had a sliver of hope. That maybe since they were letting him go on runs with them. That maybe Daryl could figure something out and get away. Maybe you'd wake up one night to Daryl climbing into bed with you. Pulling you close to one another and not saying a word. Just holding each other in silence.
Each passing day grew harder and harder. Each day without him felt like shit. Like it was a reminder that you would be alone. You came into this apocalypse alone. Everyone you ever knew and loved, dead. Then you would die alone. Everyone that you ever knew and loved being just as dead.
But then, it happened.
Everyone else saw him before you had. Hugging and reuniting with their friend. Their family. He didn't linger with anyone too long, though. His main priority was you. It was always you, and would always be. He had to make sure that you were safe. That he knew you were safe. "She's in the house. Up in your room. I think she's reading." Tara told him, and he nodded. Giving a soft thanks before racing off in order to find you. To hold you and never let go.
He crept up the stairs. His body trembling along with his breath. Doing his best to not be too fast and startle you, but the closer he got. The more he couldn't help himself. Finally reaching the door to your guys' room. Reaching out to touch the handle but to his surprise. It turned for him. Watching with cautious and wide eyes as the door opened and he was met with you. His girl. His woman. His wife. Though the two of you weren't official, nor did either of you talk about marriage. He considered you to be his spouse. May as well be since his eyes were only ever on you since they first saw you.
"Daryl," You didn't have time to say anything else. Cut off by Daryl pulling you in for a desperate kiss. He was never good with words, anyways.
The hunter was quick to get his point across too. About how much he missed you. How he wasn't about to let you go anytime soon, either. It didn't take long for him to push you onto the bed once the door was shut, and to have your clothes on the floor along with his own.
"Daryl," you called his name out, over and over like a soft prayer. Hands roaming one another's bodies with desperation. Pulling each other as close as you both could. Hungry mouths worked at either kissing anywhere they could reach or muttering soft nothings to one another.
Daryl was fairly rough with everything at first too. Like he was trying to tell you both that this was real. That he was here and so were you. His hips were fast. Each thrust within you deep and desperate. trying to chase what you both wanted. It was rough and fast, until it wasn't.
A slight worry set within you when his thrusts slowed, finally coming to a hault. His face buried in the crook of your neck. You were about to ask if you did something wrong until you heard the rigid and quiet sob that came from your lover. Frowning while your arms reached out to hold him. One hand on the back of his head, while the other rested on his back. Rubbing with soft motions while shushing him. Peppering the side of his head with kisses.
"Dar', honey, look at me. I'm here, you're back. Please, don't cry," you lulled, your eyes watering at the sound of his cries in your ear. You hated to hear or even see him cry, but you were glad that he did every so often. He was so good at bottling everything up. It scared you a lot of the time.
"Dar', sweetheart, please, look at me. Let me see you," He listened this time. Pulling away from your neck to look down at you. His blue eyes bloodshot. He had a black eye and a busted lip, which only made you frown more. Fingers tracing his face with your eyes. "Oh baby, what'd they do to you." He grunted, turning his face to get you to stop. "I thought I lost you," he muttered, a tear rolling down both of your faces this time. Your own lip quivering at his words. Everything finally setting in with both of you. "I thought I lost you too, Dixon." He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against your own.
"Did they touch you?" You shook your head, hands still holding the sides of his face. "No, think ya scared them too much," Daryl chuckled lightly at that. Opening his eyes to look at you again. "Yeah, maybe."
It was silent again. The both of you holding onto one another while staring back at each other. "I love you," you couldn't help but smile at his words. Running your fingers through his hair. Watching his eyes flutter shut and reluctantly open once more. You could easily put him to sleep by just playing with his hair. "I know you do, you have a way of telling me with your actions, always have. I love you too, mountain man." He rolled his eyes at the nickname and you chuckled. "I don't tell ya it enough, I love you. Really do. That's all I thought 'bout, too. That I don't tell ya it enough." He muttered, and you sighed. Resting your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them slightly. "Daryl, I told you. You say it without saying it. I know you do." He sighed with a nod, smiling faintly as you leant up to kiss the side of his mouth. Wanting to continue what the both of you started moments prior, but he wasn't done with his tangent. You wouldn't stop him though, you'd let him open up anytime he wanted to.
"All I could think about in there was you. If I'd see ya again. Hear ya," he spoke. "I was scared he'd.." He paused, breathing a bit heavily for a second as he thought. "Scared he'd take ya from me." "Dar', I'd go out fighting before I let him do anything to me." He chuckled, reaching up to brush some hair from your forehead. "That's what I was worried 'bout. If I lost you," "but you didn't, and I'm here. You're here. We're safe." "For now." You didn't say anything more after that. Only wrapping an arm around the back of his neck while staring up at him.
"I love you," he muttered again, and you nodded, leaning up to brush your lips against his. "I love you too, Daryl." He closed the gap between the both of you rather quick. Humming lowly into the kiss while rolling his hips against yours. Still nestled inside you.
It wasn't long before he was rolling his hips. Rolls turning into thrusts. He didn't move fast and rough like before, though. He took his time. Letting you know how much he loved and cared about you with his actions, again. His hand coming between the both of you to run his fingers between your folds. Your soft noises you released into his mouth were enough for him to continue. Lips traveling down to your neck. Leaving soft kisses and then love marks and bites. All while his fingers rubbed over your clit. Smirking softly as your hips bucked and rolled in order to chase your high, but Daryl didn't let you. No, not at first. He was dragging this out as long as he could.
"Wanna cum with ya," he muttered, kissing your collar bone with a groan. "Then do it," a growl left his throat at your words. Hips finally picking up to the speed the both of you were wanting. His finger rubbing a bit rougher on your bud. Not too harsh, but just enough it had your back arching off the bed. Hands grasping at him to ground yourself. One hand Tangling in his hair while the other clawed at his back. His lips came crashing on yours. Muffling the noises the both of you made as your bodies met their high.
You were the first to go, Daryl following right after. He came inside of you, but you didn't care. Not right now, at least. That was a problem to deal with later. Right now it was all about you and him. Holding each other after your highs became lows and you were both back on earth.
He pulled out, slowly. Doing his best not to hurt you, or himself in the overstimulated discomfort you were both in. "Wow," he looked at you with a brow raised as he used a Kleenex to wipe you both up. "I don't think we've fucked that hard in a while," you chuckled, and he chuckled back. Tossing the napkin into the bin before crawling back over you. A hand cupping the side of your face with a hum. "Ya tellin' me I only fuck good when one's of us nearly dies?" He asked, pressing a kiss to your lips. You shook your head, rubbing at his chest. "No, 'course not, we've just been..." "Busy?" You nodded, kissing him again. "Yeah," he sighed.
He finally laid next to you after tugging his shirt back on. Letting you pull your own and your underwear back on as well. Daryl kept the shirt on so no one would see his scars beside you. You were mostly dressed so if anything happened no one would see you nude. A precaution to keep both your and Daryl's minds easy.
Daryl pulled your body close to his own. Strong arms wrapped safely around your waist. "How 'bout we blame it on Rick." he muttered, and your brows furrowed, an amused smile on your lips. "What? Our sad sex life before today?" He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your lips. "Yeah. He's always got us doin' stuff. No time for me to fuck ya." You snorted, rolling your eyes while swatting at his chest. "Shut up and go to sleep, Dixon." He smiled, pulling your closer while resting his chin atop your head. "Love you," you smiled, kissing his throat with a tired sigh. "I love you, too. I'm glad you're safe and home." "Me too, darlin'."
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stay-tiny-ville · 3 months
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Seo Changbin
Summary ~ what you can catch me daydreaming about when I think is Seo Changbin ☺️ (or just dating head cannons for my first bias of Stray Kids; Seo Changbin)
A.N - I don’t know why but my phone, which is what I edit and write on a small portion of the time, always autocorrects Changbin to CHANGBIN and I can’t tell you how many times it has auto capitalized and I’ve had to go back and fix it smh
A.N. 2 - Binnie is and was my bias when I first discovered Stray Kids and was my best friend’s too at the time, and while I lean more now towards OT8, Binnie will always be my first love
A.N. 3 - at this point I’m just doing all the Stray Kids members before I move on to Ateez, and while I’m in my current Atiny obsessed phase, I’m still trying to figure out who they are and what they’re love is like. But I’m getting there :)
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A hot take that some may not agree with - I don’t think he’d date someone taller than him. I know short kings and tall queens get together a lot but I don’t think Bin is someone to date someone taller purely on the fact I feel like he’s made fun of a lot, and while he acts like it doesn’t affect him much—dating someone taller would definitely amp it up
Just my thoughts 🤷🏻‍♀️
Love, sweetheart, lovely, sweets, baby, are what I think he would call you
Holds his arm around your neck and ohmygod he knows what those muscles do
Whenever you’re waiting for something/someone or just hanging out around the dorms he brings you to him by your waist and sits you between his legs, back facing him
Would ask you to go to the gym with him and never in the “you need to workout” way, he’d only mention it once asking if you want to workout with him and depending on your answer he never asks again
He only asked at the beginning for company for him :)
If you started to workout while dating he would ask to be your trainer and would be so gentle with you and not hurt your body
Plus he’s extra protective on the equip where you could hurt yourself
Would tell you he is so proud of you when you progress :(
Pays for absolutely everything and steals your card and hides it (tells you about it so you don’t think it’s actually stolen lmao)
Sometimes he just kneels down in front of you to give you a piggyback ride or sometimes (a lot) he just turns you to face him and lifts you and you wrap your arms and legs around him like a koala
Does it so much that you instinctively lift your arms when he moves to lift you
He brings you to the studio and has a sort of kit of his hoodies and blankets for you to lay on the couch with
You normally stay awake with him and he knows you’re awake by your tapping noises on your phone
But when the noises fade slowly he turns his chair around to you drifting and his rolls his chair over to you
You look at him and he softly smiles at you before he lifts you onto his lap
You sit so you’re straddled him and your head rests on his shoulder
If you’re awake when he does that sometimes you play with the hair on the back of his neck and he kisses your head
If you sleep he takes frequent breaks from working to kiss your head/neck or he just sits back and wraps his one arm around your back and the other rests on the back of your head
When you wake (because he wouldn’t dare wake you by getting up) he stops all work and sits back to watch you wake all the way up again
His hands going back to their place on your back and head
He smiles and says “There you are” when you smile back at him
He kisses your forehead and you fall back into his chest
He always makes sure you are healthy and eating/being hydrated
Personally I struggle with staying hydrated and I know he always carries a bottle with him for you
The absolute biggest baby girl but the biggest scary dog privilege too
If you dress up for date night in dresses he would gasp, eyes wide and have you do little spins :((
Will bark at people if he has to
If it isn’t obvious I just want to be held by him
But laying on his lap omfg THOSE THIGHS
Like Maniac got me in a chokehold
Poppin fr
Loves your laugh, your smile, your bright eyes, and would do absolutely anything to bring out any of it
Honestly in no way shape or form is Changbin loved as much as he should be and it hurts my Binnie beloved heart and I will die before he thinks he’s not as loved as the rest of the group
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Eddie Munson Boyfriend Headcanons
I love Eddie. Here are some fun things I think happens when you start dating him!
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First things first, I see this starting either as a friends-to-lovers, or enemies-to-lovers. Eddie isn't one for trying to find people to date, the people he dates are already in his life, and they develop into something more.
Friends-to-Lovers: classmates in school, you were always kind to him. Never judged him, and got to know him and his friends. He'd talk to you about metal and D&D (even though you may not know much about each), and you'd talk to him about your interests, too. Being friends in school turned into hanging out on weekends, or talking on the phone until late at night, and eventually, you both naturally fell into a romance.
Enemies-to-Lovers: again, classmates in school, except Eddie was a little apprehensive to befriend someone who was so different than he was. Maybe it was because you were close to valedictorian, or maybe it's because you called Metallica stupid one time, but ever since then, you rubbed him the wrong way. But when you were paired together for a science project, you finally got to know each other outside of school, and you both realized there was something more there.
Eddie isn't necessarily the most romantic guy - definitely not a poet with his words - but what he lacks in words he makes up in actions.
He carries your books, he'll tie your shoe lace, he'll remember to bring a sweatshirt for you because you'll get cold (even though you claim you won't!)...he loves to do things for you.
PDA. HE LOVES IT. If he's not holding your hand, he has his arm wrapped around you, or is hugging you from behind, or is peppering you with kisses. He does not shy away from affection - not only because he loves you, but also because he wants everyone to know you're his.
A perfect date that you two do often is setting up a projector and watching movies outside when the weather is nice, projected onto the back of his trailer. He'll get snacks and sodas and you bundle up on sleeping bags under multiple blankets, watching scary movies under the stars. Sometimes you even fall asleep until dawn there too.
Eddie loves to play around and be dramatic - if he opens a door for you, it's immediately followed by a bow and him shouting "M'LADY!" as loud as possible.
Another thing you two love to do is listen to music while he writes his campaigns and you read. Just being in each other's presence - even if it's not doing something TOGETHER - is something you two find comfort in.
Eddie will be big spoon, but he loves little spoon.
Eddie can sleep through anything (and also snores). However if you ever find yourself anxious at night, or having a nightmare, even though you have to wake him up, he'll immediately wrap his arms around you and hold on tight.
You two love to pass notes in class, and often get caught because his hand/eye coordination is awful and will often drop them (again, very dramatically).
NICKNAMES. Pookie. Sugarbabe. Honey bunny. Lil' love. Angel Baby. The list goes on.
You are both each other's biggest cheerleaders. You support each other in everything you do, whether it be homework, or music, or college applications.
Eddie loves when you braid his hair, but he'll never tell anyone.
He loves when you wear dresses. He'll take one look at you, and like clockwork, will shout, "ALRIGHT EASY ACCESS!" Before doing a stupid little dance he always does when you were dresses that he calls "The Dress Dance".
(Even though he doesn't think of you in terms of access or not, he actually just thinks you are the most beautiful creature to walk this Earth and will also tell you that).
You two exchange media that you love with each other - Eddie tells you about a great song he wants you to hear, you tell him about an amazing book you just read, etc.
While watching movies, you often fall asleep in his arms, which is something he always lovingly teases you about (but he secretly loves it).
Eddie often daydreams about your future together, and will always vocalize the daydreams he has about you two.
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Ta-da! I hope you all enjoyed! I could've gone on for a loooooong time...does anyone want a Part 2?
REMINDER: my inbox is open for suggestions, so I'd love to write some stuff!
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Papa Joely goes on the hunt for a stuffie for his little petal, that way she has something to help her with her separation anxiety? 🥺
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Ahhhh I love this idea!!!! I hope you like dis :) I'm so soft after writing it
Warning: DDLG, fem little, no spoilers
Finding anything from ordinary life after the outbreak became increasingly difficult. Food and water was hard enough let alone more coveted items like soap, clothing, and yes toys and baby supplies. The community was growing. People were still having babies. And then there was you.
You lost your precious stuffies in the outbreak and had been using Joel's pillow as a stuffie. You'd carry it around the house and cuddle the pillow in the night. It broke his heart that he didn't have much to make you feel safe as a little and even worse he left you all alone when he went on supply raids.
However one fateful day in April, Joel's patrol team found a the small town that had yet to be raided including a baby store. Cribs, blankets, formula. It was a miracle. Obviously he wanted the new mothers to have first pick (and he knew you'd want that too) but he was able to grab a stuffed brown bunny in the storage room- pristine and still in it's packaging. He stuffed it into his jacket. He hoped everyone was too busy sorting through the supplies to notice him slip it into his saddle back.
"Hey what's that?" Some youngster named Luke asked.
"Mind yer damn buisness." Joel glared, securing the buckle on the saddle bag. Did it really matter if someone saw? People would knife each other over a few ration cards. He was willing to risk it though, for you. Thankfully Luke let it go.
When Joel got back into town, the group took the supplies straight to the makeshift nursery and daycare. No ration cards or politics. For the first time he felt hope. Like humanity may actually be able to survive here. That you might be able to have a piece of normal life.
You were working at the daycare and you ran over as soon as you saw him coming. He couldn't help but smile slightly. You were so damn beautiful. The little rush of relief was always there whenever he saw you were safe. The daycare was well protected but he was never 100% sure of anything anymore.
"What did you bring?" You placed a hand on his leg and peered over at the full wagon.
"You'll see, petal." Joel chuckled, stroking your head affectionately.
After you got everything handed out and sorted, it was time to go home. Joel threw his saddle bag over his shoulder and offered his hand to you.
"hey good work miller!" Someone shouted and he waved humbly. It felt good to do something right for once.
"Josie just had a baby and she's been having trouble breast feeding. That formula will be perfect. And little Riley will love that stuffed bear. It was so cute. Everyone was so happy..." You talk his ear off all the way home.
"I'm proud of you, petal." Joel said, squeezing your hand.
"Why?"
"Because you were very selfless back there. I'm sure it's hard to give all those plushes away."
"They're called stuffies, Joel" You giggle.
"Stuffies..." He drawled.
"They need it more than me." You shrug.
Once home, you immediately grab your pillow and curl up on the couch. Joel smiles at this, setting his bag down by the door. He has to wait until you're occupied with a book to get the stuffie out, dust it off, and tie a pink ribbon around it. The ribbon was expensive but he was so glad he got it to make the present even more perfect.
"Hey petal..." He walked in with his hands behind his back.
"Yeah?" You look up from your book.
"I got somethin' for ya while I was out today."
"Joel... you could get in trouble." You still smile as you chide him.
"Just close your eyes." He sat down across from you on the lumpy sofa. You do.
"It's not my birthday, you know..."
"Shhh... hold out yer hands..."
You cup your hands and the hair on the back of your neck prickles with anticipation. You feel something soft and light be deposited.
"You can open, baby girl."
You already know what it is. And you weren't feeling very little but as soon as you saw it's eyes and floppy ears and big pink bow you were crying.
"Daddy..." You hold the stuffie to your chest, hugging it hard. It was so soft against your cheek.
Joel scoots closer. "I know it ain't what you had but-"
"I- I wuv her." You smile through your tears, throwing yourself into his arms. "Thankie daddy. It's da most perfect gift ever!"
Joel cupped your face gently, feeling his heart clench when your trusting eyes look up at him. "I picked her out special for you. I want you to have a little friend while daddy is away, to make you think of me and remember everything is going to be okay."
"I still wike my pillow." You grab it and place it in your lap.
"You can have pillow. Now you and pillow have a new friend." Joel explains gently.
"I name her... April! P'cause today is April and das when you rescued her, daddy." You hold her up proudly, taking in all her soft fur and floppy arms.
"That's perfect, baby." Joel smiled.
"Say hi April." You lift her paw and look at daddy expectantly.
"Well it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance miz April." Joel shook the bunny's paw. "Now you best take care of my petal. She's the most precious thing in the world and it's a great honor to be lookin' after her while her daddy's away."
"Mhm." You nod up at daddy, so happy he's playing with you and April.
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Daddy masterlist
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ok but why am I hooked on that criminology x Jack Hughes blurb.
Like imagine something Happens that makes the news and she’s there as an agent but Jack is so nervous he makes him and Luke watch the live news coverage from their house while he stares at his phone, waiting for a text from her.
ooooh i love that y'all are loving criminology x Jack, because I'm really loving writing it
WARNING: Unlike the last one where I was able to leave details of the case out, there are a few details in this one that may be uncomfortable for some people. Please read with that in mind 🫶
Incoming Call : Captain O' Captain (1)
Incoming Call : Huggy (3)
Incoming Call: Mom (2)
"Luke, dude, what's with all the calls I missed?" Jack asks his brother, still running a towel through his damp hair.
"Do you have any missed calls from Crim?" Is Luke's response instead, eyes just barely glancing up from his phone that is held in a death tight grip.
"No? It's 1 in the afternoon Kid, you know she's at work," But Jack's chest is getting tight, that feeling of something being wrong washing over him as he looks over the state his brother is in.
"That's what I'm worried about," Luke mumbles, handing his phone to his brother, and when he sees the headline from the one news app on the kid's phone, he understands why everyone was trying to reach him. Why Luke is so tense. Why he feels this intense dread.
FBI Profilers Held In Intense Standoff
"Luke, put on the news. Now."
"What do you think I'm doing?"
"Don't-" Jack interrupts, dropping the towel he'd been using on his hair on the kitchen stool and dropping onto the sofa. "I'm sorry - I just need to see who's in there."
Luke knows he doesn't mean to be harsh about it, but they both know in their heads that there's no good answer when Luke turns on the TV. Either Crim, the woman Jack is hopelessly in love with and Luke loves like a sister is in that building, a man with a gun holding her and her coworkers hostage, or she's not, but the coworkers that she loves like family are.
And Jack can't help but hope it's the second, because the idea that she's in danger makes him want to cry, or throw up, or both.
"Here, this is the news channel it's on," Luke offers, long frame dropping onto the couch beside his older brother and pulling him into his side.
Jack's always been there for him, but he needs someone to be there for him right now.
"It's just in that the 3 members of a 5 person team of profilers who were in town to investigate anonymous threats have been taken hostage in the very library where the threats had been left. The hostage negotiator has arrived, and now it is just up to time to see how this standoff plays out.
And it took 4 and a half hours for the final report to come through : "All profilers remain safe after suspect turns himself in."
It had been 4 and a half hours of no word from Crim. From the team.
Of sitting on the phone with his mom crying. Of sitting on the phone with her mom, also crying.
But even the news report wasn't calming when there was no word from her.
Until there was.
Jack was still on the phone with his mom when the call came through, her name on the screen leaving him to simply hang up with no warning.
He'd apologize later.
"Baby?" His scratchy voice asks, stirring Luke from the sleeping position he hand managed where he was folded onto the couch.
"Crim?" Is the younger boys question, earning a nod in response.
"We're all okay," Is the girls sobbed response, Jack's heart breaking even more. "We're getting on the plane in half an hour, should be landing around 9-"
"I'll be in the lot to pick you up," Jack is quick to interrupt.
She sighs on the other end, knowing it'll be late but also not having the heart to tell him no. "Jack-"
"Baby, I just have to see you. To hold you, please let me pick you up," He nearly begs.
"If you don't mind, I would love that," She gives in, breathing choppy.
"I'll be there, just... fly safe, okay? You scared me today," He admits, earning a hit to his arm from Luke. "Luke is making sure I mention you scared him too," He can't help but laugh lightly, shaking his head while she chuckles too.
"I scare myself too," She admits, voice quiet. "I love you. Both of you."
"We love you too Baby, I'll see you at the airport."
these continue to get longer and longer... i might have to actually make an oc for this at some point... thoughts?
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