#Supportive Relationship

[aventurineswife]

“You can rest easy now”

Tags: @lixhizy (Your hard work and dedication have paid off—now, take a moment to relax and celebrate your efforts!) , @avenrose (Thank you for your thought the other day! I wrote this as a special thank you for you 🤭💖), Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Established Relationship, Slow burn, Fluff, Comfort, Emotional intimacy, Quiet moments, Vulnerability, Supportive relationships.

A/N: I love men tits 🙈🤭

[Originally from]

You had spent the whole day running around, dealing with meetings, paperwork, etc. When you finally returned home to Aventurine, exhaustion weighed heavily on your shoulders. He was lounging on his favorite sofa, a glass of wine in hand, as always, wearing that smile that seemed to have endless layers—charming, calculated, but with something hidden beneath.

You barely had the energy to form a coherent thought. With a soft sigh, you moved toward him, a sense of calm washing over you as you finally felt safe in his presence. He didn’t even look up when you gently pushed him aside, but you knew he could sense your weariness.

Without hesitation, you pressed your face into the spade-shaped window of his chest, breathing in the mix of expensive cologne and something distinctly him. His heart beat steadily beneath you, an oddly grounding sound for someone as unpredictable as Aventurine. His chest felt warm against your cheek, and his slightly firm posture offered just enough comfort for you to feel like everything was okay, at least for a moment.

Aventurine’s fingers brushed through your hair lightly, not saying a word, but his quiet presence spoke volumes. You could feel him shift slightly, adjusting his position to make you more comfortable as he watched you with that unreadable expression.

"You're not going to make this easy, are you?" he asked softly, his voice still teasing, even as you felt his hand settle against your back, offering a quiet but sincere embrace.

You didn’t respond—too content to simply rest in his embrace. There was no rush here. No game. Just this simple, quiet moment of shared warmth. And, just as always, you could feel him subtly adjusting his demeanor to let you in, to allow himself to be a little vulnerable in your company.

"I’m not going anywhere, you know," he whispered after a long pause, though his words were more for himself than you. "Take all the time you need."

And you did. Your body relaxed, breathing slowing, as the outside world slipped away, and only the soft, steady rhythm of his heart remained.

It had been one of those long days—endless lectures, research projects, and debates that stretched your brain to its limits. The exhaustion hit you hard as you stepped through the door, but there was one place you knew would bring relief: in the arms of your partner, Ratio.

He was seated at his desk, scanning through a set of papers, his usual air of quiet focus surrounding him. When you entered, he glanced up for a moment, catching your eyes. There was no need for words. He knew. You didn't need anything grand—just peace, comfort, and him.

With barely a word, you moved toward him, gently nudging him aside. He gave a small, amused smile, but allowed you to settle into the space next to him. Without hesitation, you leaned forward, pressing your face into the cool, smooth surface of his exposed chest, your cheek resting against the fabric of his vest.

It was perfect. The way his solid chest felt beneath you, the faint scent of his unique cologne, and the steady rise and fall of his breath—calming and grounding. You could feel his eyes on you for a few moments, that intense gaze softening when you nestled further into him.

"Taking a nap already?" His voice was soft, yet it carried that usual confidence, though there was an undeniable fondness laced in his tone.

You hummed in response, your body sinking deeper into the warmth of his presence. He didn't push you away or scold you for your lack of ambition. Instead, he simply shifted in his chair, one hand gently resting on your back, and you felt him relax into the quiet with you.

For a while, the only sound was the rhythmic beating of his heart. He didn't rush you or ask questions, just let you rest. It was a rare moment where the ever-guarded Ratio allowed himself to show a side of him that didn't need to be perfect, didn't need to be on. Just two people, connected in the simplest, most human of ways.

"You know," he began after a long silence, his voice almost a whisper, "rest is a form of knowledge as well. You might be surprised how much insight one can gain from a moment of peace."

You chuckled softly, knowing it was his way of saying he didn’t mind your nap, but more importantly, that he valued this small but significant moment with you. There, in his embrace, you felt safe to close your eyes and let go of everything.

[todorokis-girl]

Alright! I have some fluff ideas!

Could I please request shinso, hawks and dabi with an affectionate and oblivious reader, please? Like don't notice how close they get sometimes or how awkwardly they grabbed the boys arms.

Thank you!

masterlist

Shinso

In the bustling halls of U.A. High, Y/N often found themselves caught up in their own affectionate world. Shinso, with his cool demeanor and sharp wit, was often the target of Y/N's unintentional displays of closeness.

One afternoon, as they walked together, Y/N absentmindedly slipped their arm through Shinso's, not noticing the subtle blush that crept up his cheeks. "Oh, look at that cute cat poster!" Y/N exclaimed, pulling Shinso closer to get a better look. Shinso's heart raced, but he kept his composure, enjoying the warmth of their touch despite the curious glances from passing students.

During training sessions, Y/N's supportive nature shone through. "You were amazing out there!" they said, practically bouncing on their toes. Without thinking, Y/N grabbed Shinso's hand and squeezed it, their eyes sparkling with admiration. Shinso's breath hitched, his usual stoic expression softening as he gazed at them. "Thanks," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, secretly cherishing every accidental touch.

Hawks

Hawks, with his easygoing charm and playful demeanor, found himself often caught off guard by Y/N's innocent affection. During a mission briefing, Y/N leaned in close to point out something on the map, their breath tickling his ear. Hawks chuckled, trying to focus on the task at hand while his mind raced with the proximity of Y/N.

"You're such a good listener," Y/N said one day, wrapping their arms around Hawks from behind in an impromptu hug. Hawks felt his wings twitch with surprise, but he quickly melted into their embrace. "Well, it's easy when you're talking," he replied with a grin, his heart fluttering at the unintentional intimacy.

On a rare day off, they strolled through the city, Y/N's hand occasionally brushing against Hawks'. Each time, a shiver ran down his spine. "Look at that bird!" Y/N pointed out, grabbing his arm to steady themselves as they peered into the sky. Hawks' pulse quickened, and he silently thanked the universe for giving him someone so obliviously affectionate.

Dabi

Dabi, with his tough exterior and fiery personality, was perhaps the most perplexed by Y/N's unintentional closeness. One evening, as they sat together by a crackling fire, Y/N shifted closer, their shoulder pressing against his. Dabi tensed, unused to such casual intimacy, but he didn't pull away.

"You must be cold," Y/N said, wrapping their scarf around both of them without a second thought. Dabi blinked, taken aback by the gesture. "I'm fine," he muttered, though he secretly reveled in the warmth of their shared scarf.

During a heated battle, Y/N rushed to Dabi's side, checking him for injuries. "You scared me!" they said, clutching his arm tightly. Dabi's usual smirk faltered, his heart pounding in his chest. "I'm fine, really," he assured, though he couldn't ignore the way his skin tingled where they touched.

Even in the midst of chaos, Y/N's oblivious affection was a beacon of light for Dabi. Whether it was an accidental brush of their hand or an unplanned embrace, he found himself drawn to their warmth, cherishing every moment of their innocent closeness.

[roxygen22]

HEYY CAN I REQUEST ANYTHING WITH BEAUTIFUK BOY AND THANK YOU I REALLY LOVE YOUR WRITING

Thanks for the love, Anon!

Decision

Nic reflects on a fluffy, domestic moment, inspired by this list by @creativepromptsforwriting

We are always one decision away from a completely different life. The decision to use. The decision to stay sober. But the best decision I have ever made is standing next to me, drying the dishes as I wash them in the home we have made together for the family we have made together.

She is my lifeline. My tether to reality on the really rough days. My life partner and mother of my children. I fall in love with the way she dances in the kitchen when she thinks I'm not looking. The way she looks up at me and smiles, shaking her head as she wipes paint off of our daughter's face and hands (again). The way she tirelessly gives of herself, staying up late to sew costumes for our son's play, and never asks for anything in return. She is our rock.

She accidentally bumps into me, interrupting my internal musing. "Oops, pardon me, handsome." She looks up at me, batting her eyelashes. "Come here often? Can't say I've seen you around these parts before," she teases in a fake old Western movie accent.

I love the way her smile reaches her eyes. The way she keeps things light and fun. The embodiment of pure sunshine.

"No, ma'am. I'm new in town. I hardly ever do the dishes, so I'm told," I retort playfully in character.

"Well, I could show you around, if you'd like."

Unable to resist any longer, I lean down to kiss her, only to be met with heckling from our own kids who tried to sneak in behind us for a snack.

"Eww, gross!" they shout, mimicking retching sounds.

I break away to laugh and spare them from further embarrassment, but she throws her arms around my neck and pulls me down, peppering my face with kisses and exaggerated "mwah" noises to get even more of a rise out of them.

As the kids run out of the room, she looks up at me again, cheeks flushed and out of breath from laughing at her own shenanigans. I set my hands on her hips and pull her closer to stare into her eyes, amazed at just how lucky I am.

But that's the thing - I'm not. Every day is a decision. Every day is intentional. Every day I choose her. I choose us. This is the life I want.

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Masterlist

@croatianprincess @bluizh @groovy-lady @pmak2002

[lightofraye]

Sharing this along with this glorious link from Buzzfeed, Guys Are Sharing The Small Gestures Women Do That Make Them Weak At The Knees.

Particularly #2: "My wife talks me up in front of other people. I'd never had that before and had a toxic family, so I was used to hearing people speak negatively, if at all. We've been married nine years, and I still get a lump in my throat when I hear her compliment me or hear it second hand that she spoke well of me to someone. Especially if I wasn't there."

Praise your partners. Support them even when they don't hear you. Encourage them. Love should build you up, not tear you down.

[ghosted-jazz]

The protagonist of Legends ZA being Sycamore's kid is real TO ME

[cloudhomehealthcareservices]

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[magentasnail]

long distance

[binduspoint]

How to Be a Supportive Friend and a Loving Parent: Celebrating the Best of Both Worlds

[willyhoos]

whenever i see stuff abt "we need more tails and sonic dynamic where they're SIBLINGS!" and it's just them being rude to each other i get so sad. they do NOT talk to each other like that!!

sometimes they tease, yeah, BUT:

sonic knows better than anyone that tails is still a child, that he's been through a lot (and thus has some particularly sensitive spots,) and the usually brusque/brash sonic very clearly adopts a softer tone with his lil bro! he's also willing to slow down and (gasp) take care of himself a little better for tails' sake. we also see he gets pretty protective of him...

he has absolutely no problem indulging tails' interests and needs!! sonic thinks tails is adorable!! sonic thinks tails is incredible!!

and TAILS thinks his brother is the coolest thing in the world!! he wants to emulate and be more like him! so while he's inherited some of sonic's attitude (and he's earned the right to use it) he would NOTTT just. straight up insult sonic to his face, much less mean it. don't forget that tails canonically thinks this blue energy rat is incredibly cool

why would u want to make this relationship into a stereotype? they're not typical brothers, they formed this special unbreakable bond themselves!! its unique! its built off of understanding and perfect synchrony!! fundamentally it is sonic gently taking tails in and showing him kindness for the first time, and tails striving every day to emulate his hero! there's no want, no need, and no room for needless cruelty!

[roz-ani]

Making Alastor and Rosie friends in canon and then having them pose like that was such a power move

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[onionninjasstuff]

carrying each other :з

[toneelspeelster]

marsad aurangzeb

[urfriendlywriter]

25 "you've no idea what you do to me," vulnerability dialogue prompts !!

(feel free to use <333 tag me when yall write!! my favs are 5!! 10, 3 )

"God, I need you."

"I've craved this more nights than I can remember." :'')

"Would it assure you if I say.. that I'd be honored to protect your vulnerability with me?"

when you both sleep together after a traumatic event, you holding them

^ they silently whisper, "I'm scared.. That you'll leave me once you see how much I need you. that this love will consume me, make me.. clingy, and you'll see I'm just.. broken"

"Can you hug me?" By a really vulnerable you and they still at the request before one hand moves to your back, holding you against them - perhaps more tightly than necessary.

They make a choked sound, half laugh, half sob, pressing their forehead against yours, "What would I be without you?"

"Would you... would you be okay if I put my arm around your shoulders? Like, hugging you from the side?"

^ "Would u want to?" you ask but they hadn't expected you to ask if they wanted to. your question implies that you care about their feelings too, and it touches something deep within them. "Yes," they admit softly. "I do."

Cuddling but its them on top resting their ear over ur heart and listening to its beatssssss

3 am truth exchanges and both your voices are really quiet, intimate and genuine, eyes shining with lots of emotions that you both honor and hold close.

[beskarfrog]

My decant day isn't for two months.