#but my boyfriend is so so so patient and lets me ramble as much as I want and reads whatever I send him

[ettawritesnstudies]

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[milksuu]

Don't Worry. I'll Support You. | PT. 01

❥ prompt: Your HEARTSTEEL boyfriend has to undergo minor surgery, and they chose you to be their caretaker for the day. Let's see how they are before and after anesthesia. ❥ content/warnings: fluffy fluff, drugged behavior (all medically safe), mention of needles, mild profanity, minor angst ❥ characters/pairings: v!Heartsteel! (aphelios, ezreal, kayn) x girlfriend!reader

an: i don't know why this was tumbling around in my head. wow, this post got longer and longer the more i wrote. i swear I'll write for the other babes too.

APHELIOS

Unfortunately, this wouldn't be the first time Aphelios had to undergo surgery. Happened when they had to remove the nodule from his vocal cords. And he doesn't remember a single thing from that day. Alune took care of him at the time, but she never mentioned anything beyond how he slept most of the day (probably to spare him from embarrassment).

He appreciated you taking a day off work to take care of him and be his interpreter. He was fine with all his consents and paperwork. But when it came to more detailed questions concerning his medical history, he would have you translate his sign language to the medical staff. Thanks to you, the process went smoothly.

IV's were never fun to have. Especially when it had to be in the hand. Aphelios couldn't lie and say he wasn't nervous about it, despite his aloofness. But all he had to do was shift his eyes away for a moment, and look at your cute, bubbly face. He could tell you were rambling on trying to distract him, and he guessed it worked. By the time he looked down again, the IV was in. He denied the golden star sticker usually meant for the pediatric patients, but you took it for him as a momento.

When it was time for him to go into the OR, the medical team gave you two a moment. You slipped a hand into his and gave him two love squeezes. He smiled softly and gave three love squeezes back. A quick peck to his lips and you left to sit in the waiting room.

When he was brought to recovery and awake, you were taken to his bedside. When you stepped through the curtain, you saw him resting as if he were asleep at home. Slowly, he opened his eyes, glazed over with mild recognition. Although he felt lethargic, he signed sloppily with his hands.

Is this heaven?

You bit your bottom lip to keep from smiling too much. You shook your head and reminded him where he was.

Oh. Really? Because you look like an angel to me. And if they want you back up there. Forget it. I'm keeping you.

You covered your mouth to keep from giggling too loud. You weren't sure if he was being serious or actually trying to flirt with you. It wasn't common at all for him to be so corny, but you blamed the anesthesia for that. When the nurse came to the bedside, she went over discharge instructions while you held his hand. He kept giving you light squeezes and rubbing his thumb gently against your fingers. Just to make sure you wouldn't fly away. Of course, anytime you had to let go and sign a paper, he sighed heavily (almost a whine if he wasn't careful), until your hand floated right back for him to take. Then he was sighing with relief again.

While at home, it was just the same. Aphelios didn't want you to leave his side for even a moment. If he had his way, you'd be sleeping next to him, still holding onto his hand. You had to remind him many times that you had to take care of him, so no cuddles or naps just yet. You also had to remind him he needed to eat and take fluids after fasting for so long. If there was thing you knew, he was a picky eater. Aphelios seriously thought ketchup packets counted as a full meal and satisfied his daily fiber intake. Luckily, you were able to spoon feed him some soup with a couple of crackers.

After you had him take his first dose of medication, you could finally indulge him. You settled next to him in bed, and he took no time to wrap himself around you, nuzzling your chest. A small, sleepy smile formed against his lips. Maybe you weren't a real angel. But you couldn't convince him you weren't his heaven on Earth.

EZREAL

Oh, boy. This was the first time Ezreal had to have any kind of surgery. Even though it was supposedly minor, that didn't stop the nerves itching underneath his skin. Is it normal to be this nervous? He wasn't sure, but he tried his best to hide his chattering teeth behind a forced smile. He really didn't want you worrying about him more than you had too. You were already doing him a big favor by taking care of him. He just hoped he wouldn't be a wreck before and after.

Apparently, signing consent forms and answering medical questions became a challenge. His hand trembled so much, his usual confident signature looked like a preschooler forged it. And when it came to answering medical questions, he found himself stuttering, feeling like someone stuck cotton balls inside his mouth.

When it was time for the IV, his whole body was ready to collapse in on itself. Was it always so hot in here? Sweat dampened the top of his skin. W-What's the big deal anyway? Not like he was afraid of some tiny, sharp...needle....OK, the room was spinning now. Great—awesome. Man, he felt so lame.

Seeing the color drain from his complexion, his head drop back, and his eyelids fluttering close, you politely asked the nurse to give him a moment with you. She laid him down in the stretcher and brought you a wet cloth. Wiping at his damp face and neck, you rested a comforting hand against his heaving chest. "It's okay to be afraid, Ez. It's not easy to have surgery. You're brave for even being here." He shook his head weakly, clenching his eyes tight. "B-brave. Yeah right, babe. I mean, look at me. I'm practically comatose and the nurse barely even wrapped the tourniquet around my arm."

"Brave doesn't mean not being afraid of anything. It's doing something even knowing it's scary." Another wipe of his cheek and you planted a reassuring kiss. "There's no one braver in my eyes right now." Ezreal swallowed the ball of anxiety nested in his throat. A couple of more inhales and he gathered his remaining courage for the next step that had to be done.

You held his hand the entire time the nurse worked to get his IV started. You told him to close his eyes and take big breaths, and it would be over before he even knew it. He did as instructed, and just like you said, it was done. He admitted to you that it felt a bit itchy, but that he could deal with. Oh, but was it so worth it when the nurse offered him that golden star sticker. He slapped it on the chest of his gown like a badge of honor.

When the medical team arrived to take him in the stretcher, he gave you that million dollar smile and peace sign. Granted, you whispered to the anesthesiologist to give him some relaxing medication before he went in. The anesthesia provider was way ahead of you. When he started giggling, waving, and blowing kisses like he was out the sunroof of a limo driving down the boulevard—oh yeah. You knew he was feeling it.

When it was all over and they called you back to recovery, the nurse informed you he couldn't stop talking the moment he opened his eyes. And all that he was talking about was you. "Babe! Babe! I did it—I can't even believe it's over. I don't even remember them putting me to sleep. Crazy, right? Like, did I count down from ten? Did I make it to zero? I bet I made it to zero." He practically wiggled himself over the safety rails on the stretcher. You sweetly instructed him to keep still so that the nurses could get a decent blood pressure on him. "Okay. Okay. I'll be good. Promise." He forced himself to lay back, but that didn't last long. While the nurse was going over instructions, he was tugging on your shirt sleeve, calling your name, interrupting every moment wanting your attention. Apparently, he had a lot to say to you in the span of thirty-minutes you were separated.

When you arrived back home, by some miracle you were able to have him settled on the couch once you put on his favorite K-Drama. While sitting next to him (and making sure he didn't get up) he rested his cheek against the top of your head. "Thanks for everything, babe. Honestly, you make me feel like the bravest guy. Like Indiana Jones....or Captain Kirk...maybe even that...one actor from National Treasure...." before you could say anything back, you felt his body relax further into you. His light breaths signaling he dozed off seamlessly. With a warm smile, you pulled the blanket over the two of you, and snuggled closer before you joined him for a nap.

KAYN

GOD DAMN IT'S EARLY! Kayn wanted to shout when you woke him up for his 6AM arrival time. Instead, he grumbled, kicked on his crocks, and went in his pajamas. He was too tired to really argue and complain. He just wanted to get this done and over with so he could move on with his life.

Kayn didn't diddle-daddle with his forms and medical questions. He wanted to put on his gown, toss himself into the stretcher, and possibly get a few more winks before his surgical time. You sighed—this was going to be the longest hour before surgery.

Although still in a foul mood, Kayn eased a bit when you worked up a distracting conversation with him. And when the nurse came in to do his IV, Kayn didn't bother blinking. He probably stuck himself countless of times with other—probably sharper—and deadlier objects. Actually, he took it one step further. When the IV was inserted, just to mess with you (and the nurse), he made a loud, and seductive moan. You pinched his arm for startling the nurse. Poor thing didn't even know how to react to that nonsense. "Ow. Ow. Nurse—nurse, she's hurting me." He said, cowering away from you. "You deserve that for almost giving them a heart attack. What if they missed and had to stick you twice?" Kayn smirked, rubbing at his nipple line. "More of a good time for me, then." You rolled your eyes, begging for him to behave for the next half-hour.

When the surgeon came to the bedside, he discussed the procedure at length and a few expectations afterwards. When he finished, he asked if either of you had any questions. Kayn raised his hand like the serious kid in math class. "Yeah. Question, Dr. Shen. When can I have sex again?" You almost spat out the complimentary coffee the front staff so kindly gave you. You couldn't believe he had just asked that question so casually at...let's see.... 06:50 in the morning!

You apologized on his behalf, but Dr. Shen merely dismissed it. "That's quite alright. It's a fair question. And one I receive plenty of times from my male patients. Even ones well into their eighties, and surprisingly, nineties." Kayn nodded with a grin and you rubbed your warming forehead. Of course. What else would they bother to ask? The surgeon went on to say; "As far as any kind of exertional activities, that will all be discussed and cleared at your follow-up appointment in two weeks."

TWO WEEKS!? Kayn almost fainted right then in there. He looked at you with such concern, as if someone told him a Pentakill concert sold out before he could even buy a ticket. He reached over and grabbed your hand, holding tight. "Listen, kitten. I don't think I want this surgery anymore. Can we go home now?" You shook your head disapprovingly. After hearing such news, and you not bailing him out, Kayn sulked as if he was getting surgery to forever castrate him.

When it was time to take him, he begrudgingly let you kiss his cheek. Otherwise, he didn't reciprocate your affection. He tossed his chin away and said. "Whatever. Let's just get this crap over with." Once again, he had you shaking your head, and you apologizing to everyone in the room.

When the nurse came to bring you back into recovery, you noticed he was sleeping on his side, back turned to you. You wondered if he was still upset by the whole ordeal. When you reached out to touch his shoulder, he tensed, but slowly turned over. "Kayn. Are you feeling alright? If you're in pain, I'll tell the nurse—" Before you could finish, Kayn reached forward and grabbed you, pulling you into the tightest hug. You felt him bury his face into your neck and shoulder, hands desperately clinging to you.

"Oh, thank you, thank you." You heard him choke up. You brought a hand to gently comb through his hair, asking him what was wrong. He shook his head. "I...I don't know. I thought— just before everything went black—what if I never saw you again. And the way I acted before they took me..." he squeezed tighter, burying his sulking face deeper. "I'm sorry. I love you, okay? Just, trust me on that. Please."

"It's okay. I love you too," you hummed and stroked his back, continuing to assure him. "You don't have to worry anymore. It's all over. You're still here. The doctor said you did so good, and there were no complications." Pausing, you planted a kiss to the top of his head. "How about we get you dressed so we can go home, hm?" He nodded against your shoulder, and you helped the nurse dress him for discharge.

When you brought him home, Kayn wanted to do nothing but turn off the lights, close the blinds, and lay next to you in quiet darkness. Breathe you in, feel your warmth, and listen to the softness of your pulse against his ear. Focus on the fact that he was alive and you were alive with him—nothing else.

[chosobeee]

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜 ♡

I had a real itchin' for this one. All my favs in one post, let's goooo!

Pairings: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Toji Fushiguro x GN!Reader (Separately)

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff. Trust issues, anxiety (of all kinds), implied trauma, Toji being a little pushy.

Enjoy! xx

Satoru Gojo: Patient & Bold

- Raising Megumi from a young age, he’s well versed in how difficult it is to get someone to fully trust another. But he’s determined to prove his worth to you. 

- Whether it be from bad past relationships, family issues, or other traumatic instances, Gojo fully listens when you voice your concerns to him. 

- This doesn’t stop him from flirting, though. And hard. 

- I mean, what else would he do if he didn’t make you a flustered, blubbering mess? 

- He mixes his compassion with constant praises and compliments, careful not to lovebomb you. He doesn’t want you to feel pressured, but he’ll be damned if you get your heart stolen by someone else. 

- Gotta keep you on your toes.

- Once he’s finally got a foot in the door, prepare to have a boyfriend. He won’t act like anything less. This is huge for him.

- He’ll buy you gifts, take you on “non-dates”, as he likes to call them. He’ll come over for movie nights, listen to your anxious rambling and offer support, make your comfort a top priority, and constantly remind you of your own worth (without being asked). 

- He will bring you around his friends, proudly, and doesn’t hide his feelings for you in front of them either. He’s not embarrassed by you, and he doesn’t want to control you or push you into a dark corner. He just wants to shower you in the love you damn well deserve. 

- The relationship kinda develops from there. You don’t even have to have an “official” conversation, it just happens. 

- However, if you want to have a discussion about what you two are to each other, he’ll give you a warm smile and tell you just how much he loves you. Bro probably has a monologue prepared, just for this moment.

“Aww, you’re blushing! I love that look on you~”

“Sweetie you’re shaking… do you want me to hold your hand?”

“Why would I be embarrassed of you? I love you.”

“You look so cute when you’re flustered.”

“How dare you not answer my emergency phone call? I needed to say ‘I love you.’”

Suguru Geto: Empathetic & Compassionate

- He himself has dealt with trust issues many times before, so he can understand where you’re coming from. Not to mention you’re like royalty to him, so how could he disrespect your feelings in such a manner?

- He doesn’t stop his advances by any means, but he does slow down considerably. 

- He decides it’s best to show you how much he cares, rather than pulling back and pretending he doesn’t care at all.

- If you ever express your discomfort with something, he’ll give you his full attention and actually listen to you. Whatever it is you need him to stop or pull back on, he will. He can find other ways to woo you, he’s certain. He’s not worried. 

- His flirting is subtle, but still obvious enough to make you flustered. He loves when he can make you blush, it’s a signal of your true feelings for him. You can hide it all you want, but your body will always give it away.

- Once you begin to let your guard down, the relief is evident on his features. It took way longer than he was anticipating, but now that he’s in, he’s here to stay. Not that he was going to let you go in the first place.

- His advances become a bit more bold, purposely grabbing your waist as he walks by, leaning down to whisper things in your ear when others are around, giving you winks whenever he catches you looking at him for a moment too long. 

- Like Gojo, he brings you around his friends, and does so with excitement. He finds a great joy in bringing you around his loved ones, it’s like incorporating you in a permanent manner to his life. He wants you to know and understand that he wants this, that he wants you.

- Once he’s confident that you have a true opening in your heart for him, he asks you out officially. He knows you would never make the first move into a commitment like this, so he happily takes the lead. And it pays off too, because of course you say yes.

- He will always show his pride and love towards you. You are the most important thing in his life, and it’s his mission to make sure you never forget that.

“I can’t bring myself to stop thinking about you; I don’t want to.”

“Look at me, please. I love you.”

“You don’t understand… You are everything to me.”

“I will take care of you. I will not let anyone hurt you ever again.”

“I will continue love you like this until the day I die.”

Yuji Itadori: Supportive & Patient

- He’s never been in a relationship before, but his kindness and compassion come to him naturally, so he’s typically a very easy person to trust. However, he understands that you have your setbacks and those things are out of his control.

- When I say this man is so supportive, oh my god~

- He’s a dream.

- He doesn’t expect anything out of you. He understands if you can’t get past that barrier with him to form a romantic relationship. The most he’s hoping for is for a true friendship with you. He adores you and wants to ensure you understand that.

- He would never make you feel forced or rushed into something you aren’t ready for, no matter how badly he wants it.

- This angel will sit and listen to everything you have to say, offer support and comfort, and give you his full, undivided attention. He genuinely cares about how you feel and the experiences you’ve lived through. He's a fiend for the lore.

- He flirts indirectly, but not intentionally. He’ll compliment you, or graze your hand with his own, or arrange one-on-one outings that could be considered dates. If you say anything about it, he’ll immediately become flustered, offering to invite Nobara and Megumi along if being alone with him makes you uncomfortable. 

- Once you’ve opened up to him more and have shown the blossoms of your trust towards him, he’s absolutely over-the-moon, but still careful to not push you into anything. His flirting becomes more direct, but he’s still very soft with it, stopping if he notices you in discomfort. 

- He doesn’t even have to try to show you how much he cares, it’s just built into who he is. If he cares about you, you know it. It’s extremely hard to ignore.

- He’ll always ask for your opinion on things, including major life decisions, and genuinely let the weight of your words sit in his head. He brings you around his friends, and goes out of his way to invite you whenever they’re going out to places you may have never been before. He wants you to be included, always.

- After a while, he’ll sit down and tell you about how he feels. He doesn’t outright ask you to date him, but he wants to clearly communicate his love for you. He lets you decide what you want to do with this information, and gets adorably excited when you reveal your reciprocation. 

- Being with him is honestly a whiplash in comparison to how you’ve been treated by others in the past, but you’re grateful for the genuine and true love he gives you. He would literally tear apart the world for you if needed.

“I never thought I’d be so lucky to be with someone like you.”

“I am so in love with you. Please stay with me.”

“I hope you’ll never forget how much I adore you.”

“I feel like I’m home whenever you’re around.”

“I am so happy right now, I feel like I could explode.”

Toji Fushiguro: Impatient & Forward

- Yeah, you saw this coming.

- Always the abrasive man, once he wants something, he has decided that it is his. In this case, it’s you! Lucky you?

- Don’t get me wrong, he cares, but he's also a bit offended that you don’t outright trust him. Sure, he gets that he’s not the softest man in the world, but has he not shown you enough appreciation or something? Damn.

- He shows you more care than he does to others, but in terms of patience, it’s next to none. He even calls you by nicknames already, such as babe and brat. The usual. 

- He doesn’t care if you aren’t in an “established relationship”, because you will be eventually. He doesn’t like beating around the bush. You’ll trust him sooner or later.

- He’ll listen when you voice your concerns, but don’t expect him to stop his advances towards you. Of course he cares about how you feel, but you’re already stuck with him. He knows he’s already growing on you, so he’ll just keep it up until you decide to fully let him in.

- He finds your anxiety kind of cute, honestly. He takes it as shyness, and he just can’t wait to break you out of that shell. Not to mention he loves to purposely fluster you to the point you can’t speak.

- He wants to absolutely annihilate the people who made you feel this way. He knows this is a lifelong problem you’ll have to deal with, and he wishes he could go back in time and stop anyone from hurting you. 

- It’s okay though, he’ll just prevent anyone from ever doing that to you ever again. And maybe find the people who did this in the first place-

- Once you begin to open up to him, nothing really changes. He continues to act as though you guys have been married for years, but on the inside he’s as excited as a child. He knows he’s made a breakthrough.

- He doesn’t have many friends to bring you around, so when you start to worry about him being embarrassed of you, he’ll notice and feel a bit bad. He needs to prove you wrong.

- He’ll start taking you out to very public places, just the two of you, and openly show his affection for you. He hopes this establishes his feelings more, because he’s honestly too lazy to do anything too extravagant.

- There isn’t an official conversation, technically. Not one initiated by Toji, anyway. If you want any clarification, all you have to do is ask him. He’ll give you that “are-you-dumb?” look, and say that you guys have already been dating for a while now. 

- He’s been telling everyone that you’re married anyway. 

“I love you, now shut up.”

“Don’t lie—I see the way you look at me.”

“So are you gonna kiss me or are you just gonna keep staring?”

“I shouldn’t be allowed to be this happy, I think fate was a little harsh on you.”

“It’s crazy that you’ve put up with me for this long. Not that you have a choice, though.”

Megumi Fushiguro: Reciprocation & Patience

- Wow, look! A perfect match!

- Or an opponent.

- Mr. Trust Issues over here fully understands your predicament, and reciprocates the same feelings of anxiety.

- He sees you as an equal, but it’s so hard to fully open his heart to you. He’s just as afraid of you as you are of him in the beginning. 

- His feelings for you terrify him to no end, especially since he can’t seem to get them to go away. Every thought always has you tagged into it somehow. How did this happen?

- This is a relationship that’s going to take some hard work from both ends to blossom. You might even need an external factor to help you out, like the oh-so-caring Yuji, or the ever-annoying Gojo. After that, things become a bit easier.

- He feels a sense of relaxation whenever he’s around you, like he doesn’t have to put up a front or hide how he truly feels about certain situations. The more you open up to him, the more he reciprocates, and vice versa. 

- He doesn’t flirt, but he does go out of his way to show he cares. He’ll cover up table corners when you walk past or bend over to reach for something. He buys you your favorite foods on days you’re feeling down, and he always lends an attentive ear when you need to talk, or even a shoulder to cry on. 

- He does these things, because you do the same for him. He feels appreciated and heard when he’s with you. He feels cared for. And he will do his best to ensure he can offer you that same sense of security.

- You guys open up to each other at the same pace, a relationship blossoming along with trust. The “flirting” becomes more natural: soft praises to each other, knowing glances, soft touches when near each other. 

- You begin doing more “couple” things, like going out one-on-one together, memorizing each others favorite everything, buying gifts and sharing food. It’s only a matter of time before one of you pops the question now.

- Speaking of, the conversation is of course, mutual. You both decide around the same time that you want to finally muster up the courage and just talk about everything. And so you do, and it ends way better than either of you could have ever imagined. 

- It’s gotten to the point that the teasing from Gojo doesn’t bother him as much anymore. In fact, he almost welcomes it—it’s proof that you guys are solid and real. That you aren’t going anywhere. And neither is he.

- He’s so focused on keeping you protected from the evils of the world, having experienced them himself. He never wants you to be subjected to anything like that again. He would happily die a million deaths before anyone could ever hurt you again. 

“I think I’m in love with you, and I don’t know what to do.”

“You are so much more than you think of yourself. I will make sure you see that.”

“I just need to know that you’re okay.”

“Will you love me forever?”

“I don’t want to be without you.”

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ peanut butter & tears ♡

♡ Pairing: idol!boyfriend!minho! x fem!reader

♡ Summary: A week after Minho goes public with your relationship, a ghost from your past posts a stream of tweets on social media revealing your darkest secrets to millions and, more importantly, your boyfriend.

♡ Genre: angst/fluff

♡ Word Count: 1.1k-ish

♡ Warnings: mention of sex, brief discussion of scars/stretchmarks/self harm/people being assholes on the internet (none of it's graphic but still important to warn you of, my loves)

♡ A/N: I love and appreciate @aprilskillstory not only for submitting this but for being super patient while I wrote it and for trusting me to write it at all. I named this after a DPR Ian song btw. If you haven't heard it, it's magical.

This is a nightmare...

Actually, it’s much worse than that. Nightmares you wake up from. This is real life. No alarm clock will ring to snap you out of it. This is happening. Sinking further down into the lukewarm water of your bubble bath, you look on helplessly as your phone lights up with notifications. Every few seconds the number in the top right corner of a half dozen apps doubles, triples in some cases. 

Minho’s decision to go public with your relationship had initially gone much nicer than you anticipated. A week had passed with minimal backlash and what you did receive had begun to die down before the stream of tweets that have you preferring to prune than to crawl out of this tub and face him.

There's no telling who would have posted them. Tweet after tweet detailing things that you’ve wanted with everything in you to open up to Minho about. You’ve tried a million times and a million times your admissions have gotten caught in your throat, jagged and barbed, refusing to budge.

But someone dragged them out and your soul along with them, putting your secrets on display for a merciless crowd set on tearing you away from their beloved Minho. 

“Trauma like that can’t make her a stable girlfriend.”

“Self harm scars? No wonder she’s always covered up in pics…” 

“Our Lino deserves better.”

“She’s dated girls too? Do you think he knew?”

“If Minho knew he wouldn’t be with her.” 

You scroll through reply after reply until your screen’s too wet for your touch to register. You’re startled by the sound of Minho shouting, his voice muffled through the thick walls of your apartment but his rage is unmistakable. Placing your phone on the chair by the bathtub, you hop out before courage abandons you.

“It’s gonna be okay” you repeat to yourself, wrapping a towel around you to form a lilac safety blanket, “Everything’s gonna be okay. Just breathe.” Footsteps descend down the hall and you breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth. Slow breaths full of intent like the pink haired girl in the yoga pants on Youtube instructed you to do.

“You’re the only big brother I have. Just, please, don’t let them come here” Minho begs, standing in the doorway with his phone to his ear, “I’ll come after. I promise. Thank you.” He hangs up, turning to you, his gaze transforming you into stone like one of the foolish men who dared to lay eyes on Medusa. The rise and fall of your chest ceases almost to the point of lifelessness.

“Minho, I can explain…” He folds an arm across his chest, nervously tapping his phone against his temple, “That you hid things from me?” “I didn’t hide anything. At least, not on purpose. I didn't mean to do it.” “Then what did you mean to do? Hmm? You know what I do for work. What were you thinking?” “Fuck, I don’t know” you weep, sitting on the edge of the tub.

You tilt your head back, hoping to send the tears rolling back to where they came from but it’s no use. They only pool in your eyes, clouding your vision so that the only thing you see as Minho approaches is the distorted silhouette of his figure. “I wanted to tell you, I did, but I was afraid it’d be too much at once. That you’d hate me like other guys in the past have.”

You’re rambling, breathing heavily, blindly reaching for tissues. Minho leans your head forward, resting your left cheek on his stomach while he strokes the other side of your face, soothing your anxiousness.  “Hate you? Hate…you?” he asks, more offended by your statement than you expect, “I need you to look at me.” Sniffling, you turn to look up at him and he’s…smiling?

“I love you. Nothing could ever make me hate you. I just wish you’d come to me so I could've protected you. If I had known…” “Wait, you’re not mad?” “At what?” “That I’ve, you know, dated women before.” Minho shrugs, “Jisung’s basically my last resort if we break up so, uh, no.” “But my scars and my stretch marks…” Kissing you on the forehead, he backs away and begins to take his shirt off.

“When you asked me to have sex with the lights out did I ever argue?” For the first time since you met, it sets in that he had, in fact, never questioned why you never wanted the lights on. Come to think of it, you usually didn’t need to ask for them to be off. They already were. Minho tosses his shirt to the ground, running his fingers along the scar that marks his abdomen, “I was afraid you wouldn’t like mine either.”

“Wouldn’t like it?” you scoff, unable to fathom how you’d ever find him anything short of beautiful, “It’s a part of you. I love anything that’s a part of you.” Minho sits down beside you, delighting in seeing you even partially uncovered for the first time, “The feeling’s mutual.” The sound of a vibrating phone grabs your attention. You glance over at the chair. It’s not yours.

Minho digs his phone out of his pocket, groaning as he scrolls through text messages. “Shit, I have to go do damage control” he huffs, jumping up to toss his shirt back on, “But when I come back we have to talk. I have questions about the scars if you’re comfortable? Just to make sure you’re okay.” “Uh, yeah, sure that’s okay. I’ll make us some food for when you get back and you can ask me whatever.” 

His phone vibrates again, this time it’s a call. “What?” he whines, “I’m on my way. No, I really am. I’m in the car right now. Oh no, you’re breaking up. Oh…” Minho’s phone hits the bath water with a splash, sending bubbles cascading down the walls. “Oops,” he gasps, knowing very well it wasn’t an accident.

Minho gives you a dozen more kisses on your lips, on your forehead, on your cheeks, before he’s dashing around the apartment searching for his keys. “And stay off of social media unless you plan to make a list of everyone who says something bad so I can fight them! Love you!” he shouts on the way out the front door. “Love you too!” you shout back before it closes.

Left alone in the silence of the aftermath, you nibble at your bottom lip, nervous at having finally found someone this accepting but beyond happy that he exists. That he’s yours. A phone vibrates again. Your phone. Picking it up you see that it’s a call from someone you haven’t spoken to in a while. No doubt with questions about what’s been going on. You stare at it for a moment, contemplating answering but then...

“Oops” you gasp, letting your phone slip into a watery grave beside Minho’s, “Tragic.”

[everlastlady]

Cooking Together

☕┆ Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, and powerful overlords. Are you hungry? Great so am I, so let's go cook with some demons from Hell. Hopefully you like what they prepared if not too bad suck it up and eat their cooking. Anyway I hope you enjoy the story. Don't forget to like, comment, or reblog if you enjoyed. My request are open so whisper your desires, my way. 🌌📖

☕┆ Story Contains: Delicious Food

☕┆ Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

☕┆ Word Count: 999

Charlie & Vaggie: It was a normal night for you and your lovely girlfriends. Charlie wanted to cook with you both so you and Vaggie agreed to do just that. You all agreed to make chicken parm with pasta, and broccoli. Which was good because Vaggie took care of the chicken, Charlie had the broccoli, and you handled the pasta. You, guys, listened to music while cooking and having fun. Once dinner was done. Charlie suggested watching her favorite movie and you both sighed happily and agreed. You all sat on the couch, eating and watching the movie. You told your girlfriend Vaggie how you loved how she prepared the chicken. And she complimented you on the pasta. “ Was the broccoli good? “ Charlie asked you both. You and Vaggie kissed her cheek and nodded. “ Of course, it was good hon. “ Vaggie said to Charlie. Which the demon princess squealed in delight. After dinner. You, guys cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes. You had blats cooking dinner with your girlfriends. That you didn’t want to end. So you and Charlie both convinced your, guy's girlfriend Vaggie to bake a cake with you, she sighed and shook her head with a smile. “ Fine, but I’m picking the flavor. “ She said and followed you both into the kitchen.

Alastor: When Alastor suggested cooking together for a date night. You happily agreed and Alastor grabbed his recipe book. “ Let’s make this my dear. “ Alastor said pointing to the recipe that said Shrimp Scampi With Sun-Dried Tomatoes. You nodded and Alastor guided you through the cooking progress. He let you taste some of the shrimp. While he told you about the things he used to cook with his mom. The two of you dance while the food cook and Alastor would dip you while kissing you all over your neck. He loved hearing you giggle. When dinner was done. You and Alastor sat down drinking and eating. You listened to Alastor’s jokes and stories. You loved hearing your demonic little strawberry ramble. After dinner, you and Alastor did the dishes. You knew dessert was off the table since Alastor wasn’t a big fan of sweet things. Alastor came over and kissed you. “ I may not like sweets but I like you. “ Alastor said and gave you another kiss. You smiled and held his hand as you two stood in the kitchen admiring each other.

Sir Pentious: This clingy noodle boy has been begging to cook with you because he wanted to learn how to cook. Whenever Pentious cook it usually leads to smoke, fire, or a large boom sound. Sometimes all three, so when you finally had a day off. You agreed to help your boyfriend learn how to cook. He was excited and gave you many kisses, hugs, and sweet words. You let him pick the recipe and he chooses Beef Bourguignon. You guided him through the recipe and showed him how to do things in an easy, right, and patient way. Pentious was surprised at what he learned. Though you did have to bandage his hand because he wasn’t careful with the knife. Once the food was finished, Pentious was filled with joy and took pictures. “ Voxtagram will love this! “ Pentious took some pictures of you holding the food. After uploading the pictures. He sat down and started eating with you, giving you lovey-dovey eyes. “ Thank you for teaching me how to cook (Y/N) my love. “ Pentious said. After that, Pentious wanted to make a cake with you, which didn’t go well like dinner because he added too much sugar, oh Pentious.

Husk: Husk had been stressed from working at the hotel. So he took some days off, he was playing cards right now in your, guys living room. You had been staring at him and he could tell you wanted something. He chuckled and set the cards down. “ What’s up doll? “ Husk asked while staring at you. You told him that you wanted to cook dinner tonight but you wanted him to join you. Husk chuckled and stood up. “ Sure, better than sitting here and playing cards by myself. “ He stood up and followed you into the kitchen. You said that you wanted to make a Sea Bass a la Michele. Which made Husk’s stomach growl and you took that as a yes. And you both started cooking. Husk would talk about his days at the Hotel, cards tricks, and rant about how people should appreciate magic more. Which made you giggle, you knew how much your boyfriend loved magic. After finishing dinner, you and Husk ate while you played cards. Of course, Husk won and gloated but he gave you a kiss. “ Dinner and games with you are always fun. “ Husk said. You knew he was just trying to butter you up, but you gave him a kiss back and the two of you went to go clean up.

Angel Dust: You were sitting on you and Angel’s bed while drawing. Angel stepped into the room and walked over. He poked your cheek and you looked up at him. He had a grin on his face and placed his hands on your sketchbook. “ Hey babe, please come cook dinner with me and fat nugget. “ He said while pouting. You smiled at him and nodded. Angel grinned with excitement and picked you up running to the kitchen as you laughed. Watching Fat Nugget follow you. Angel suggested a lobster dinner, you raised an eyebrow and asked him where he got a lobster. “ I found it. “ He said with the biggest smug, you have ever seen. You knew what he meant when he would say he found something. You sighed and smiled. And assisted Angel with his lobster dinner. Which turned out great and paired with a nice wine. After dinner, you and Angel lay in bed with Fat Nugget. Angel gave you a kiss. “ Next time I’ll find us a chicken. “ He said while laughing and holding you close.

[tubatwo]

words left behind - choi soobin

summary: a series of forgotten ‘I love you's becomes too much for soobin, leaving him in a state of worry

pairing: gn reader x choi soobin

genre: fluff/slight angst; 1.6k words

the words “I love you” were always exchanged between you and soobin. they were more than mere words. they were a symphony of shared affection. a daily tradition that had permanently made its way into your lives. it didn’t matter who was around or where you were, you never once forgot to exchange those three sweet words.

but lately, life had its own plans in mind, and with millions of responsibilities and burdens on your shoulders, there were a few times when you had forgotten to say the words back to soobin.

a few times too many. 

“dammit, i’m gonna be late!” you exclaim, rushing to kick off the covers that were half of the reason for your warmth all night.

the other half, your boyfriend, was currently rubbing his eyes in confusion at your behavior. “what’s going on?” he asks softly.

 “my stupid phone died during the middle of the night so my alarm didn’t go off,” you huff loudly as you strip out of your pajamas, running around the room like a headless chicken, “i’m supposed to present the financial report today and now I don’t even have time to grab breakfast or coffee and I work til late and I ju–”

your words are cut off by soobin, who has now made his way out of your shared bed to hold you in his arms. “hey hey, shhh, it’s alright..” he reassures you, “how about you shower while I make you coffee and a quick bite to eat?” and if that wasn’t enough to make you fall for him all over again, he wasn’t finished. “and text me when you’re finishing up so I can order your dinner, okay?” he leaves you with a kiss on your forehead. 

you have to remind yourself that you don’t have time to cry in his arms and ramble about how unbelievably lucky you are, so you leave him with kisses all over his face before turning to your tasks, hoping that it would be enough to convey your love. “thank you so much, baby!” 

after getting ready and grabbing all of your things, you quickly make your way to the entrance of your apartment. “i’m off now!”

“good luck, I love you!” soobin yells from the room, except instead of hearing those words in return he’s met with the sound of a door slamming shut. 

the weekend meant that there was finally some time for rest and relaxation between you and soobin. no work nagging at you and no clock dictating your day. it was a clean slate, meant just for the two of you.  

surprisingly, instead of staying in like usual, you decided to plan a small picnic at a park nearby. 

“hurry, before the sun sets without us!” you exclaim, excitedly running towards your designated spot under the tree. your picnic basket was filled with various types of your favorite foods: gimbap, dumplings, bread, and ramen in heated mugs. you even had plans to get bingsu once you were finished. 

you and soobin sat down and immediately started digging in, updating each other on the details of your week. when time is your enemy and a constant reminder of harsh deadlines, you don’t always have time to fully explain the details of your day. however, during times like this, you had all the time in the world. 

“and then my boss said I gave the best presentation, can you believe it?” soobin smiles at your enthusiasm, proudly letting both of his dimples show. “of course I believe it, my baby is the best.” his lips meet your cheeks as his arms wrap tighter around you. after finishing up all of the food, you cuddled up together against the tree. 

“I wanna thank you for being so patient with me this week.” you utter softly.

 “hm? what do you mean?” soobin asks, a bit taken aback from the sudden gratitude. 

“i’ve been so busy this week and you’ve just been an absolute angel,” you explain, “I can’t thank you enough for everything you do to help me, soobin.”

you feel soobin smile against your neck before he places soft kisses on your skin. “if I can help alleviate some of your stress then it’s no problem. you always do the same for me..”

you turn your body slightly to look your boyfriend in the eyes, the both of you grinning ear to ear before pressing your lips together. the world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the warmth of his touch, the sounds of your heartbeats, and the taste of his kiss, which tasted a lot like the honey bread he had just finished.

“I love you, baby.” soobin confesses after breaking the kiss, his sudden confession making your heart swell. 

as soon as you open your mouth to respond, you feel a sudden cold splash on your forehead. “I– ah!” you look up only to feel another splash, then another, then another. 

it was raining. 

“oh god, soob, it’s raining! let’s hurry back!”  you stand up quickly to pack away any trash that was leftover from your meal. you look over to see your boyfriend staring at the ground with an unrecognizable emotion on his face. his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and you could see his fists starting to bunch up the blanket underneath him. 

“soob?” you repeat yourself. 

suddenly he snaps out of whatever state he was in and stands up, grabbing the blanket and folding it into a smaller square. while you carried the basket, he used the blanket as an umbrella to keep you two from getting wet. 

at this point, all bingsu plans were cancelled, and the silence in the car led you to believing that he was really looking forward to it. 

“hey, maybe we can get bingsu tomorrow?” you suggest, trying your best to lighten the mood. 

“okay, sure.” he says dryly. 

something had shifted. he didn’t glance at you once and didn’t even bother holding your hand with his free one. you thought that maybe he was trying to pay extra attention to the road since it was raining, so you didn’t question it anymore. 

later that night, things had started to go back to normal. it seemed like soobin has snapped out of whatever mood he was in before and was mostly back to talking normally. however, he still had a bit of hesitation with his words.

you lie in bed as he finishes his skincare routine, eyes barely hanging on as exhaustion takes over your body. you’re half asleep when he finishes, a sleepy smile on your face as he crawls into bed next to you. 

“today was really fun..” soobin murmurs quietly. you hum in agreement as sleep begins to take over your body more and more. 

“night baby, I love you.” soobin confesses. 

he felt stupid after multiple attempts of trying to hear you say it back. he didn’t understand what was going on, I mean, things seemed to be going okay? you still hugged and kissed him as if nothing was wrong. so why was he hurting so much? 

each time, it pricked at his heart, a tiny bit of insecurity growing with every missed "I love you." he began to wonder if this was the beginning of you slowly distancing yourself from him. 

and you, half-dreaming already, hum once again in response, your mind already halfway between dreams and reality.

“please say it back..” soobin whispers, his voice cracking and eyes beginning to tear up.

the vulnerability and emotion in his voice immediately breaks you out of whatever dream you were having. you turn to look at him and the sight of a tear streaming down his face was stronger than any alarm could possibly be.

wide awake now, you reach out to cup his cheek. “i’m here, honey, i’m so sorry,” you whisper. a mix of insecurity and embarrassment washes over soobin’s face, and he can’t help but to ask quietly:

“do you still love me?”

it’s almost as if you could hear your own heartbreak at the words. all you could feel was guilt and hurt due to the doubt you had unintentionally given to the person you loved most. “yes, of course baby,” you begin, “I love you so much, I promise I love you with all of my heart.”

soobin immediately shows a relieved smile, happiness consuming his entire body after finally hearing the words he was desperately missing this week. 

“i’m sorry, i’m a bit embarrassed now..” soobin wipes some of the stray tears on his cheek before letting out a sad chuckle. “I know it probably wasn’t intentional but you haven't been saying it back and I got in my head..”

you shake your head as you wrap your arms around him, face buried in his neck as your hands rub gentle circles on his back. “no, I should be the one apologizing,” you state firmly, “I am so so sorry for leaving you hanging and taking advantage of your love.”

before soobin could even interrupt you to deny your words, you were already sitting up. “you know how much those words mean to me, and i’m sorry I let the craziness of the world take them away.”

“truthfully, you’re the reason why I was able to get through this week. even though you didn’t necessarily hear it from me, your love is what anchored me and gave me strength. but.. I don’t want to make it a bad habit. because you deserve to hear those words more than anything. you deserve to feel the certainty of my love.”

soobin’s smile blossoms into one of pure affection, his fingers caressing your cheek with a gentle tenderness as he leans in to meet you in a kiss. a kiss that conveyed everything you two wanted to say to each other at that moment.

i’m sorry

it’s okay

I love you

I love you too

[yamamasjumpercables]

matt + y/n, matt goes to boston and he's really missing y/n so she goes to boston and surprises matt

My Boston Boy

Boyfriend!Matt x Girlfriend!Reader

Warning: kissing, Y/n and Matt being a little tease. Ass grabbing. That’s pretty much it🧍🏾‍♀️

a/n: hope you guys like this it took a while🫶🏾

Matt had went back to Boston with his brothers to visit their parents. It’s been 2 months, 4 weeks and 1 day. You and Matt both counted. If you two could have it any other way, you would’ve been with Matt and his brothers in Boston. Yet your boss thought you could work a couple more days before letting you take some days off (2 days to be exact). You were currently on your 30 minute break booking your tickets for Boston, but you had a better idea. So you made a quick FaceTime call to Nick. Nick answered with an ecstatic expression. “Hey Y/n!” Nick said happily. “Hey Nicki!!” You said laughing. “I wanted to talk to you about something” You said in a serious tone. “Ok what’s on your mind” Nick asked. “So I’m coming to Boston in 2 days but you can’t tell Matt, I want it to be a surprise” You said in a hushed tone. “Omg that sounds amazing, what do you want me to do” Nick asked. “I want you to keep him distracted the whole day, then I’ll text you to let you know when I get to your parents place” You ramble. “What are you gonna do?” Nick asked. “You’ll see” You said with a wink. Nick laughs “ok then let me know when your flight lands I’ll send you an Uber” Nick offered. “Aww thank you Nicki Pooh” You say adoringly. “Yeah Yeah, see you soon Y/n” Nick says waving bye. “Bye Bye” You say before hanging up the phone.

Your flight was at 6pm so you had time to get some of Matt’s favorite things and put it in your suitcase. You spent the hours you had to get all your stuff ready. After what felt like an eternity on a flight filled with either crying babies, kids kicking your seat, and the person next to you sleeping on your shoulder. You finally made it Boston. You shot a quick text to Nick telling him you landed and he immediately sent you an Uber to help you with your traveling troubles. You made it to his parents house, thank goodness Nick told his parents that you were coming over. You quickly set your bags in Nick’s room for the moment, only because his room was right by the kitchen. You quickly got out of your sweats and put on a cute but comfortable outfit, then throwing on your favorite lounge cardigan. After you finished setting up all the stuff you got for Matt on the kitchen island. You texted Nick telling him you were ready, Nick texted that he was on his way. After about 20 minutes you heard the front door unlock, so you took this time to hide from Matt in Nick’s room. “Nick I still don’t understand why you are covering my eyes”. Matt said annoyed. “You’ll see Matt just be patient” Nick said going up the last step walking to the kitchen. “Ok you can look now” Nick said taking his hand off of his younger brother’s face, trying to hold his excitement. “SURPRISE SHAWTY” You yell, running towards Matt jumping on him. Matt quickly caught you engulfing you in a heartfelt hug, as you wrapped your legs around his waist and his hands sliding down your waist to grip on your ass. “I missed you so much” You say muffled in his neck. “I missed you even more Ma” Matt says planting kisses on your cheek. Matt let’s go of your ass letting you land back on your feet. You grab Matt’s face and embrace him in a passionate kiss, while his hands move back to its position on your ass. “Ok ok you two I don’t want no little versions of you two running around” Nick says disgusted. “Nick why is Matt and Y/n sucking each other’s face off?” Chris says with a disgusted face. “Let’s take a walk” Nick says walking away from you and Matt. “Fine let’s stop by McDonald’s while we’re walking” Chris says while following Nick. “Sure whatever” Nick says walking out the door with Chris. After you and Matt were done kissing, Matt took time to admire the stuff you had bought him. “You really did all this for me?” Matt says grabbing you waist giving you small pecks on your neck. “Yes I did because I love you” You say admiring your work. “Well since you did all of this let me show you how much I appreciate you” Matt says in your ear, chills running down your spine. “What do you have in mind” You say turning around to face Matt, running your nails down his torso. “Let me show you” Matt says grabbing your hand.

I love you guys🫦💋 bon appetite 💐

[luvangelbreak]

Destress

matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: layla had a long day at work and needs something to calm her down. matt’s tattoos seem like the perfect colouring book. warnings: swearing, stress?, kissing?, idk just fluff pretty much word count: 1.4k a/n: got this idea after seeing his story (the first photo on the collage below) so hope y'all like this bc i love a good fluff fic !!

not proofread!!

Layla was sick of her work, working in hospitality drained her every day and she rarely came home happy. Today was a day when she had felt the life had been drained directly from her body, her limbs hurt and her mind was a mess as she stepped through the front door of her shared apartment with her boyfriend, Matt.

"Hi my love," he smiled at her from the kitchen. He tried to greet her with a positive attitude every day in hopes of making her feel better and he immediately noticed she seemed more tired than usual, "You okay?"

"No," she grumbled, throwing her bag onto the counter before sliding her hands down her face in frustration, "I can't fucking deal with people anymore."

"What happened?" he asked softly, rounding the counter to stand beside her, not daring to touch her in case she didn't want to be held. There were often days that she didn't wanna interact with Matt after work out of pure stress but today was a day she needed to be beside him, his calm presence always bringing her a sense of peace.

"Someone basically threatened to sue me because the chef fucked up and gave them regular bread instead of gluten-free and it was just a fucking mess. It wasn't even my fault I wrote it on the fucking docket," she rambled, running a hand through her hair out of stress before she looked up to his soft face, "Sorry."

"No need to apologise, baby. Anything I can do to help?" he asked and she nodded, opening her arms for a hug. He didn't hesitate to step forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his chest. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders tightly, resting her head under his chin as he placed his head on hers.

A moment of silence fell between them as she listened to his breathing, instantly calming her down. She shifted her head to look up at him and he stared down at her before she leaned up, placing a kiss on his lips.

"I'm gonna go shower. You wanna watch a movie when I get out?" she asked and he nodded, letting his arms unravel from around her and he placed once last kiss on her lips before letting her walk out of the room.

As he waited for Layla to finish showering, he got them a bag of popcorn and some other snacks. He decided to get out her small collection of colouring books and markers, placing them on the coffee table in front of the couch as he patiently waited for her to return.

Soon enough, she appeared from the bedroom in black shorts and one of his Ransom shirts making him smile. As she made her way to the couch, she noticed the snacks and colouring books on the coffee table making her smile.

"You're so sweet," she gave him a downturned smile as she plopped herself down on the couch beside him, pecking his lips as he wrapped his left arm around her shoulders. She looked along his tattooed arm, trailing her fingers across the permanent art. An idea popped into her head and she leaned forward, grabbing a red marker from the table as Matt scrolled through the movies on Netflix, "Can I colour in your tattoos?"

"What?" he asked, an amused smile on his lips and she smiled up at him, grabbing his wrist to move his arm from around her shoulders so it lay across her lap.

"I wanna colour your tattoos," she smiled and he chuckled before nodding.

"Okay, baby," he agreed and she smiled widely before popping open the red marker, gliding it across his skin where the leaves were scattered across his arms. She then grabbed the orange marker as Matt put a random movie on the TV that she didn't pay any mind to as she continued focusing on drawing inside his tattoos. She coloured in more of the leaves until they were all filled in before moving to his Marvin the Martian tattoo.

"What colour is Marvin's helmet?" she mumbled as she grabbed the red marker, colouring in his body and legs.

"Dark green," Matt responded, looking down at her focused face as he smiled lovingly. He had never thought to colour in his tattoos but he was glad that Layla was the one doing it.

She made a quick nod before picking up the dark green marker, colouring in his helmet and the ring around his waist. She picked up the yellow marker, colouring in the brush thing on the top of Marvin's helmet before she nodded, happy with her work.

While she had the yellow marker, she quickly coloured in the bumble bee before switching to a pink marker, scribbling in the small seashell that he got for his mom.

"What colour should I make the owl?" she asked, looking up to see he was already looking at her with a grin on his face, "What?"

"Nothing. You're just cute," he leaned forward, placing a kiss on her forehead and she closed her eyes in content, "You should do brown."

"Mkay," she nodded, picking up the brown marker. The owl was a more intricate tattoo so she was more focused, her tongue peeking out of her mouth in concentration. She then twisted his arm towards her, colouring in the 3 headed dog brown as well.

Once she finished the dog, she decided to colour in the numbers and letters of the Massachusetts number plate tattoo with dark red and the writing on the top and bottom in blue. She then moved to colour in the keys with yellow before colouring in the bear with red, going over it with brown to make it darker.

"What do you think?" she asked, clicking the lid back on the marker as she twinkled her hands over his arms and he looked down at his now colourful arm, smiling at her with a love-filled gaze.

"I love it," he leaned forward, placing a kiss on her lips and she instantly kissed him back, her body melting into his.

"Wait!" she pulled away quickly and looked down at his arm, "We gotta make sure it's dry so it doesn't smudge."

He chuckled at her and she shifted to lay her head down on his thighs, looking up at him with a dream-like twinkle in her eyes.

"What?" he smiled down at her, using his right arm to tangle his hand into her hair, massaging her scalp lightly.

"Can I draw on your arm?" she cheesed up at him and he let out a snicker before nodding.

"Yeah just don't use a permanent marker," he nodded and she quickly grabbed a pen from the coffee table, pulling his arm towards her so his forearm laid on her boobs comfortably.

She started scribbling stars and flowers all across the empty spaces on his forearm as well as the top of his hand, the light brush of the pen tickling his skin gently. Being so engrossed in drawing, she hadn't even noticed that the movie was almost done and Matt's arm was basically entirely covered with her doodles.

"I think I went a little overboard," she mumbled, pulling away her pen from his skin and he took his eyes away from the TV to see his arm entirely covered in flowers, stars and little stick people making him chuckle.

"Should just let you give me a sleeve," he chuckled and she smiled up at him.

"Tell Mez to give me a tattoo gun and I'll get it done," she joked, sliding his arm down from her chest so it rested on her stomach.

"I'll let you give me a tattoo if you really want to," he shrugged and her face lit up in joy as she sat up, spinning around as she crossed her legs beside his.

"Will you actually?" she double-checked and he nodded, a soft smile on his lips, "Message Mez then!"

"Okay my love," he laughed at her excitement, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his black sweatpants and sending Mez a text to say he wanted Layla to give him a tattoo.

"What tattoo should I draw?" she asked, picking up a sketch pad that was entwined with the colouring books and she flipped to a blank page.

"Do a flower garden," he shrugged and she nodded, quickly scribbling a flower garden that would fit in the blank space at the top of his shoulder. Once she completed her sketch, the movie had finished and she spun the book around to show him, "Perfect."

"I won't do the whole thing, Mez can do the majority as long as I get to do some of the flowers," she cheered and he nodded, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead making her smile up at him.

"Done deal," he smiled down at her and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing his lips gently and all of the stress from her day melted away as if she hadn't even endured it in the first place.

[bunsreverie]

I spent hours yesterday spamming my close friends on Instagram about Ethan and Feng Xun and comparing them (I’m so normal about them.) (My mutuals think I am insane.) SO I’ve wrote a bunch of headcanons for them, prompt being what kind of a boyfriend I think they would be/what they would be like in a relationship.

This isn’t a rq, just me self indulgent rambling. I will post Ethan’s later because I’m so tired.

. ࣪ ˖ Feng Xun:

• My first thought about Feng Xun as a boyfriend is actually that he’s definitely husband material. He’s quite polite and genuine, so you can’t convince me otherwise!

• He’s very independent, lonely even. His sister going into a coma along with him traveling by his lonesome has made him grow accustomed to it, and so I think he might come across as a little more distant than he means, at first. You’ll eventually find that this is just a wall he puts up, and he’s much more affectionate and clingy than you ever would have originally guessed.

• He doesn’t mean to, but I feel that he is probably just full of guilt and regret over what happened with his sister, and fears something will happen to his partner or that he may lose them to. He knows what happened wasn’t his fault, however he regrets not being there for his sister more I am sure, and I think this affects him a lot more than he might let on.

• We also know he canonly cannot see the future of those he’s close with clearly. I think that’s why he may act brute with Li Ling and pretend be harsh with him- he cannot get too close as he wants to be able to see his future clearly and have the knowledge that he can protect him- that goes for you, too. He may purposely give you a lot of space in the relationship at first, because he is concerned that he won’t be able to see your future clearly and protect you. He won’t admit that however.

• Essentially Feng Xun is afraid of losing you, wether that be due to him not being able to feel like he can let himself get close to you, or because he lets himself get too close and his vision of your future becomes bleary and unclear. He can’t lose you too, not after basically losing his sister. (I know she isn’t dead, but she’s not conscious so you get what I mean.)

• Because of his sister, he is much more conscious and careful over things he does and says to you. The last thing he would want to do is make you feel ignored or unloved and for something to happen to you, it’s his biggest fear. He realizes that being distant out of fear, he cannot possibly make you feel as loved as you deserve, so his mindset will eventually shift and he will open up. Just be patient, I think Feng Xun is alot more complex than you might would think at a single glance at his character. He would be an incredible boyfriend if he just let his guard down some.

• Feng Xun’s love is gentle. Almost cautious. He’s just afraid of making you uncomfortable in any way is all, and he will always ask first before he does anything. It almost agitates you. “You mind if I just lay my head on your shoulder and take a nap real quick?” He will ask, as if he does not do that constantly. That’s another thing, he can not keep his hands off you. He’s touchy, and clingy, but he’ll only show that in private. Again, he’s afraid of losing you. I think physical touch is definitely his love language; it comforts him- and you, so it’s a win win.

• He particularly enjoys resting his head on your chest or you resting your head on his, especially after a long day or particularly difficult job of his. He’s not hard to please in the slightest- to him, no matter what’s wrong, everything feels completely fine and okay when he can just hold you. When you’re not out hanging around his neighborhood with him or off traveling somewhere with him, the two of you can be found curled up in his bed- probably alongside a few cats.

• He’s extremely smart and observant, so good luck hiding literally anything from him. He knows what’s going to happen before it even happens after all, so you can’t hide anything. Just.. don’t even bother lying. Feng Xun is level headed and has a very strong mental capacity, so if something is wrong just tell him and he swears he’s gonna fix it for you. I actually feel that if something is wrong, he’d be the best person to talk to.

• His calm demeanor makes him incredibly easy to talk to and trust. I do not think there would be a such thing as arguments between the two of you- if there was, it’d have to be something major. Either way, if Feng Xun ever perceived an argument in the future, he would probably be able to prevent it before it even happened. The only good reason that I could think of causing him to get upset with you, is if you blatantly lie to him. There’s no reason to, because he already knows how things will play out, anyways. I think honesty is incredibly important to him, he is a man of his word after all and he would like if you could be the same. That is all he asks for, really.

• When he’s not out working a job trying for some extra cash or napping, Feng Xun loves taking you out places. Don’t expect anything too expensive or fancy, but he knows a few really nice spots he thinks you might like. Feng Xun likes taking you to get takeout at his favorite restaurants, and showing you his favorite spots around the neighborhood. Wether be the abandoned house the stray animals he feeds lives, or some little wildflower field he only just recently discovered. He just really wants to share every little thing with you, and I think that’s super cute. He may not be the richest guy but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try his hardest to make you feel spoiled, and cared for.

• Just remind him that you don’t care about wether he spends money on you, it’s the quality time that counts. He feels the same way- He does not care no matter how bad things get, because if he just has you, then everything is fine. He believes that the both of you are destined to be together, and why argue with fate?

[lorenid]

Sleeping Habits

Genre: fluff, established relationship, domestic, idol chan

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: anxiety/insomnia topic, light suggestive lines

Summary: Two 20 something year olds that can fall in love, but can’t fall asleep

A/N: Happy 5-STAR Comeback Day! It’s my first official comeback and I’m celebrating by streaming while finishing this short one-shot that I’ve been putting off since April. I didn’t proof read this at all, please let me know about any errors. Anyways… I’m back on my self indulgence, bc the world inside my head is better than my real world anyways, might as well make it a good one. Fun fact (that only I care about, but I like to over share): My bias for Chan started as soon as I read that he was born 1 year minus a day apart from me. Enough about my delusions, this is also my first time writing about SKZ so here goes nothing.

You arrive home exhausted after a 12 hour shift at the hospital you work at, tossing your heels at the entrance of the cozy apartment you share with Chan. 

“Honey, I’m home.” You say with a singing tone making your way to leave your belongings on the living room sofa so you don’t forget them the next morning. Checking the kitchen to put away some washed plates and glasses. 

“Hey, baby. Did you have a good day?” You hear him shuffling around before you see him, wearing his usual black shirt, black basketball shorts and socks. He kisses the crown of your head, engulfing you into a back hug, hands gripping your hips. Quickly turning you around giving you a sweet gentle kiss before you can even open your mouth to say a word. 

“Tiring but good, a lot of patients showed great progress today and that keeps me going. How about you, did you finish the track you were working on before I left?” You bend your arms to rub his back until your fingers squeeze his shoulders to release the tension moving along to the nape of his neck. 

After almost a year of living together you’re used to his habit of waking up, saying good morning with his groggy voice, sealing his greeting with a kiss and heading straight to the studio. Because he can’t do anything else before revising the work he did the night before listening with a fresh mind to get his genius creativity flowing. You do your morning routine and put down the breakfast beside his work desk, worried that he’ll forget to eat for a while if he’s consumed by the music. Sometimes he’s so excited about a song that he rambles trying to explain all the details of the arrangement, accidentally making you sprint to leave for work to avoid being late. Everyday you’re tempted to stay for a little bit longer just to appreciate his sparkling eyes talking about his new endeavors. 

“I did! I’ll share it with the kids tomorrow to get their feedback.” The kids aren’t really kids… well kinda. Since your relationship with Chan started they have teased him that if they could kick him out of they group they would just to have you as their leader. Specially Seungmin claiming that Chan is getting too old, even though you are closer in age to your boyfriend than him. But you wouldn’t dare to try to keep them apart, because they are his family and they have become yours too. 

“That’s amazing, I know they’ll love it! I have noticed that you’ve been working really hard these past few weeks. So hopefully you can get some rest.” Now you’re clinging to him putting most of your weight on him and he has no choice but drag you around. 

“Yeah I’m glad that is done. Honestly we both tend to overwork so much that when we have time for us we miss working, but when we are back to the routine we are exhausted.” The ultimate contradiction of you both being extreme perfectionists. He leans besides the fridge and you look up to him, his cute droopy eyes make you feel like you’re wrapped in a warm hug. 

“I really want us to do better about relaxing for our own sanity. It’s a work in progress.” You lift your hands to caress his dimples and cheeks with your thumb.  

“Speaking about that, should I make some tea and call it an early night?” He kindly offers, opening cabinets in search of mugs and the chamomile honey lemon tea packets.  

“Yes please! I’ll get out of these clothes and get ready for bed asap.” You’re endeared by his thoughtfulness as he makes a warm tea for him, but sets aside yours adding extra honey and putting it in the fridge because if it isn’t sweet and cold you make faces of disgust just by tasting a drop. 

“Do you need any help with that?” He checks you up and down with a cheeky smile, the clinking of the spoon swirling around the tea stopping for a brief second.  

“Um that would jeopardize our mission, sir.” You say it with a lower voice, rolling your eyes playfully and watch as he blushes and his ears turn a little bit red.  

“Oh… right.” He shakes his head as if he’s brushing away his suggestive thoughts. 

After taking a long hot shower, you change into a sweatshirt and comfy shorts sitting in front of the vanity desk and mirror. The hue of the night lights around the room setting the mood of relaxation, Chan spent an entire day setting them up and cutely annoying you changing the colors every second. You hear the door slightly open while you’re brushing your hair to prevent the frizz, it will probably get tangled anyways, but just doing this little things give you comfort. 

“What you doing?” He says softly peeking his head through the door, you turn and smile at him extending your arms signaling with your hands to come in. 

“Just brushing this crazy hair, did you wash up already?” You sigh exasperated grabbing the tea he prepared. 

“Yeah, I did before you came home.” He settles his mug besides yours as he quickly moves to the corner of the bed near you. Motioning to scoot closer to him and hand him the brush. 

“You’re the best.” He treats you with the type of care that makes you fall in love over and over again. 

“I’m not hurting you, right?” He asks, worry on his tone. Stopping to hear your answer before continuing, drinking the rest of his tea. 

“Not at all, you’re really good at this actually.” You reassure him because he loves doing this for you is turning into part of his night time routine. He finishes, running his fingers through your hair and kissing the crown of your head as you sip the last drops. 

A few minutes later after going to the bathroom to brush your teeth, you both slip under the blankets. Chan plays Pokemon while listening to his favorite playlist while you attempt to read a chapter of a book, but your mind always wonder to random things instead. 

“You know what we need?” Your out of the blue excitement makes him jump a little, holding on to your wrists because you hit his arm playfully asking for attention. 

“A rocking chair! Think about it, if its big enough we can both fit and take turns.” You start searching for them on the phone to show him different options.  

“Am I completely missing the point or does this sound a bit… naughty?” He stares deep into your eyes cocking his head to the side. 

“Get your head out of the guter! Its another technique to fall asleep we could try. When I was little my grandma used to hold me and I was out like a light after swaying for a bit.” You gently slap the side of his head as if that would solve anything and he laughs.  

“Well, we can definitely try.” He stands up to turnoff the lights, getting back to the bed you pat the space in front of you to cuddle him. You wrap him in a hug crossing your arms on his back moving your hands to rock him a little as if you were on the rocking chair. He lets out a deep breath aligning his head with yours, welcoming the comfortable silence.   

“A la nanita nana, nanita nana, nanita ella, mi niño tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea.” He raises his eyebrows surprised by your singing, but he doesn’t say anything worried that you’ll stop. It’s a famous Hispanic lullaby that at first was intended as a Christmas song about Jesus, but it passed down from generation to generation to help children fall asleep.

“A la nanita nana, nanita nana, nanita ella, mi Channie tiene sueño, bendito sea, bendito sea.” You gently stroke between his eyes and down his nose with your pinky finger. He gives you a soft smile with his eyes closing like crescent moons when he hears his nickname. 

“I’m not fair that I’m drifting away while you sing like an angel. I wish I could rush to the studio and record your voice so I can listen to it on loop when I’m away on tour and imagine that you’re there beside me.” He has confessed before that he struggles to find comfort in strange places like hotel rooms and sometimes the time difference doesn’t help with you whispering throught the phone to at least calm his racing heart. 

“It’s a deal if you also record yours.” You have heard him before jokingly singing it to his members before they hang up and you can’t help but be a little bit jealous. 

“Oh, do you actually mean right now? You love to put me in the spot, don’t you?” He says in surprise when you reach your phone finding the app and placing the phone in between your pillows next to his head. He’s too busy to notice that you already pressed the red button because he’s shuffling to press his hands to your sides under your sweatshirt. 

“Of course I do, I won’t deny it and you lowkey love it.” You brush away the strands of hair that are sticking up and the ones that tickle you when he brushes his nose against yours before positioning your head below his craning his neck to be as close as he can to your phone.  

“Close your eyes, go to sleep.” He carefully places a hand covering your eyes, giggling under his breath when he feels your eyelashes fluttering. 

“Know my love is all around.” His hands travel around your waist to hold you closer to his chest, you hear his heartbeat and try to breathe profoundly to slow down yours.  

“Dream in peace, when you wake.” He sneaks a hand up to pet your hair, spreading his fingers to cover the back of your head, a deep breath escapes your lips. 

“You will know I'm still with you.” He notices that your breathing is evening and slowly remove one from under your clothes to stop the audio recorder without startling you as he also feels himself drift.  

[yoisami]

˚₊‧୨୧˚ LATE NIGHT STUDIES ⋆.

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: this is for my fellow sleep deprived students and i :D and i just wanna get my life together but clearly it's not happening so

tags. various blue lock x gn!reader, fluff, 430 wc, written in like 20-30 mins so like this is v low effort lol

encourages you to go sleep. he's definitely an advocate for sleep and its benefits for the brain, especially memory, and you're low-key tired of him ramble on about how vital sleep is. while your academic validation is keeping you awake and productive at the ungodly hour of two in the morning, your boyfriend is clutching onto your shoulders, shaking you gently as he urges you to sleep. he can tell that you're beginning to grow sleepy, but as you fight the yawns away, he's scrunching his face at you as he tries to pull you out of your chair, and into your shared bed.

"baby, don't worry about it now. you can do some more tomorrow when you're more energised. let's go sleep now, okay?"

— ISAGI, barou, yukimiya (hear me out), KARASU

stays up with you. he figures that he'd only end up feeling somewhat lonely without your presence beside him in bed, so he pulls a chair beside you and watches you study while he's on his phone. every once in a while, he'd peck your cheek as he reminds you that you're doing really well, and to return the affection, you play with his hands as you're reading the text. he knows not to distract you as you're studying, so he quietly sits there and patiently waits for you to finish and to bury yourself in his embrace.

"well done, [name]. i'm proud of you for doing so much today, even though you're obviously tired."

— CHIGIRI, rin, SAE, hiori

gives you customer service. you're thirsty? he's already making you a drink to quench your thirst. your hand is cramping from writing? he immediately takes your hand and massages it diligently. while he already expressed his love for you by doing basic things for you on a daily basis, it's during your late night study sessions that he does even more for you. he puts on hair clips in your hair knowing that you'd get pissed when this strand of hair keeps falling out, and he's feeding you your favorite snack as you're profusely writing down answers.

"honey, do you want more water? i'll get you a glass — you're probably thirsty from reading out loud so much..."

— KUNIGAMI, reo, zantetsu, GAGAMARU

sleeps. look — he genuinely loves you to the moon and back, but he also needs his rest. if he knows he's a loud snorer, he makes sure to sleep in another room so that he doesn't annoy you. you're guaranteed plenty of kisses tomorrow morning when he praises you for your hard work.

"i'm gonna sleep now, baby. join me soon, mm 'kay? i love you."

— NAGI, bachira, otoya, KAISER, shidou

© yoisami 2023. plagiarism, translation and distribution of my works outside of tumblr is not permitted.

[hisui555]

Hazbin Hotel thoughts

"How are they with kids ?"

Hazbin Hotel Bonus 1 (Hell cast + drawings of them) here

Hazbin Hotel Bonus 2 (Heaven cast + babysitting + drawings of them) here

Masterpost here

Something popped into my mind and I thought I'd share. A good while back, there was a stream (Hunicast I think ?) where the question "How good are they with kids ?" was asked, and suddenly that same question entered my mind about the villain characters :

What about the Vees ?

We know how some of the Hazbin crew would interact (if it's still canon) with children : Angel is the "friendly irresponsible" type - would never harm a child but would bring them to inappropriate places. Husk is actually surprisingly good with kids, knows how to distract them, catch their interest (it helps that apparently he knows magic showman tricks) and just plain care for them. Alastor is more distant and a bit behind the times in terms of discipline - he'd slap a kid if they were being a little shit, but won't harm them otherwise, even if scaring them for life isn't off the plate, and be generally decent if maybe annoyed. Vaggie if I remember right isn't comfortable with children, probably because she'd feel in over her head and has a short-ish fuse.

I don't remember what was said about Charlie (if anything was said at all), but my bet would be that she'll infantilize them a great deal - like treating a 10 y-o like a barely-able-to-walk toddler, with huge amounts of coddling and babying (all in all, not that far from how she treats Sinners). For Cherri, I don't think she was brought up (or my memory is failing me), but again, my personal bet would be that she'll be "friendly irresponsible" like Angel, but cranked up : sure you can throw that bomb, it's fun ! Just remember to let it go in ti- aww, c'mon, don't cry, yes your eyebrows will grow back. I know what'll cheer you up : wrecking that building !

But, yeah, what about the Vees ?

Well, here are my thoughts :

Vox would have the personality to deal with a child, but not the skills. He'd keep that CEO everything-is-fine-just-as-planned smile plastered on, and give Polite Interest (TM) to whatever squiggly drawing is pushed under his non-existent nose, listen with only one hearing sensor while 15 other tabs are open in the background of his brain, Wii music playing optional, analyzing graphs and stats while complimenting that pretty dragon pic ("It's a unicorn !" That pretty unicorn pic as he said) or distractingly commenting to the kid rambling ("I almost fell in a well yesterday." "Mh-hm." "I could've died." "That's wonderful, dear.") and spouting facts (unless about sharks. THAT gets his attention - one of the only times it's genuine and 100% and did I show you my pet Vark ?). He'd be generally patient (when your boyfriend is Valentino, kids are nothing next to that) and treat it just like one of his interviews, hypnosis included (Why won't you go for a nap, hm ? For the fifth time today ?) because like I said : skills ? Nuthin'. He'd be unable to wrap his flat-screened head about a kid's needs or why they cry, being unable to differenciate a "I'm hurt" from "I'm hungry" or "I'm scared" from "I'm sad because I'm missing my teddybear", so he'll go trial-and-error.

He'd be the type of babysitter that doesn't really interact much with the kid, letting them be, only keeping an eye on them while multitasking (cameras, right ?) and/or letting them play around him, as long as they don't cause a structural fire, fall in the shark tank, stick weird things in power outlets or bite the cables. Even better, stick them in front of a TV show and leave them there, only checking from time to time, with a pat on the head and a pinch of the cheek for good measure, calling them "dear", "darling", "squirt" or "champ" - but rarely, if ever, by name - as an afterthought, filling that "bare minimum affection" quota on the check list. Won't harm the child, because What Do You Think It'll Do For Our Image first, and not inclined to resort to that second, but if inspired will use the hell outta them (Voxtek ! Presenting new child-approved Vloops cereal ! New Voom flavor for kids ! Trust us with your children's happiness and diabetus !) and get ratings. In general, decent in personality and watching this mancub fumble around with semi-amused interest, like one takes a coffee break from work to check memes. Knows that getting angry won't help squat, so keeping the ankle-biter distracted and out of his hat is his way of dealing with it if he can't make more money out of them.

Velvette on the other hand would be the complete inversion : good child-handling skills, bad personality. She will immediately know what's up and pinpoint the exact issue no problems, but generally doesn't have the patience to deal with a kid. She'll stick the child in a corner with two toys within a chalk outline of three square meters at best and tell them to stay there, I'm busy putting together a show, dammit, I don't have time for you. Might be mildly verbally abusive, at best quite snippy. She has her fare share of frustrations and annoyances with stupid employees and stupider tantrum-throwing pissbabies, no need to add another one. Complains the whole time about the ordeal on her phone and social media between two shoots. Expect Mordecai Heller (Lackadaisy) levels of art critique each time a drawing is shown to her, and will deal with tears or tantrums by throwing the convoited item at the kid - the sooner it goes away, the faster she can go back to her business. Type of babysitter to be in another room and rarely check on the kid, telling them to shut up, stop singing or play less loudly, she's in the fucking middle of something here. Will make it VERY CLEAR to people asking that no, hell's sake, she won't babysit for long, today is just an unavoidable exception. Ignore the brat, folks, it's like a wallflower : decorative and useless.

Might incorporate the kid into her show or photoshoots (especially if Vox slipped her the idea to use the kid) to sell new fashion trends and as a child model, generally for cutie points and the attention it provides, especially if it makes people green with envy. Might still not call the kid anything other than "brat", "midget" and "shrimp", and you better strike that pose right and face the camera the proper way. However, food and naptime is provided right on the dot, and if left to play in a room, the room itself is not bad at all, and Melissa will be asked to keep an eye on them, nope, no raise, just do it or else you're fired. Might dump the child to Vox or Valentino whenever possible, or keep them around as a glorified clothing prop she fusses around, adjusting that bow, straightening those folds. Might also soften a bit if the child is very well-behaved and shows an interest in what she does, calling her designs cool and her style pretty, and not asking lots of questions.

Now, Valentino. And here's the thing : he'd be very good with kids. Which to any outsider makes it "awww", but for anyone who really knows him ? Absolutely TERRIFYING. This sweet voice and cute nicknames ("cariño", "cariña" - hope I got it right - name nicknames, cooing and practically purring it out), propping them on his hip, parading around, and would you look at that, aren't those pretty lights ? That's right, they're from the spotlights ! Wouldn't you like to look ? while pinching cheeks and booping noses and poking at ribs, promising a candy bar or lollipop if they behave nicely for "uncle Val", and everyone else who has been on the receiving end of this in a WILDLY different context just shivers with fear. And that's the worst : he'll be decent to kids, adorable even (nevermind consciously playing up the endearing points), and still be able to sent that cold death glare and smiling rictus over his shoulder to his employees so that they better get in line for work already. Kid will only see the surface, super-nice moth guy with fluffy wings showing them around and everything, others (the ones with morals) see the monster underneath and really do hope children aren't on his pimp radar. And Val will let them keep guessing, because pragmatically, the imaginary-but-still-implied threat works very well, and he has no interest in someone that's no fun to break, unlike adults who are much more satisfying to bring to their knees : the higher they are, the harder they fall, and the resulting control is just gratifying. Even Vox will be queasy about it at times, but hope he knows Val well enough and choose to ignore it (as long as nothing Harms The Image) and go back to business, Velvette is grateful for Valentino's babysitting skills, but if Val is in a bad mood ? Better drop the kid at Vox'. Becoming a casualty to Val's tantrums is a low chance for a child, but let's not damage the PR along with the brat, shall we.

I don't think Valentino would censor himself around the kid, even if he'll be decent while addressing them : one minute going wait here for me, okay [name]-ita/ito ? and the next second screaming at the top of his lungs over his shoulder OKAY BITCHES AND FUCKS WE'RE TAKING IT BACK FROM THE TOP ! and just barely keeping the kid out of sight in a room corner or adjacent room, like having the playpen barely behind the obscuring wall or something (whereas Angel Dust would probably use euphemisms - despite still cursing - around them and, while entering the studio with the kid, keep them in his own break-room (and the lot of questionable items he likes and that could fall in curious grabby hands, because he Didn't Thought This Through) while he works, preventing them from directly seeing anything). On the subject of Angel, he'll probably have a near heart attack seeing Valentino with a kid around him, knowing what he's truly capable of, and hoping it's not what he thinks it is (it's not, but Valentino is well-aware of the effect and if it makes his employees more compliant, might as well, relishing in the fear it causes). His way of dealing with tantrums or coaxing into behaving is either a cold glare and intimidating with silent anger and a very low voice (basically, scare-tactic), or playing keep-away with things, as in once you behave, you can have it. You wouldn't want me to keep it locked somewhere you can't reach, right ? Good. On the other side, expect faux-fussing and cooing for a child that's genuiely hurt, see how good a caretaker he is, right ? what do you mean he likes when someone is dependent on him to be comforted and happy, pffft, that's just your imagination.

Conclusion : hypothetically, none of them are above using a kid for their own goals, with next to no empathy outside a connecting point or two (sharks for Vox, maybe fashion for Velvette, and admiring Valentino - or just, boost their egos by fawning over their work/supposed smarts/prettiness, that works too), and while they'd be mostly decent towards the kid on a basic level (needs are taken care of, no (intentional) physical abuse, no neglect), they will be directly or indirectly manipulative, with calculated affection and praise. Healthy people to be around, I'm telling you.

Bonus :

For Sir Pentious, I think he'd just be plain lost, especially with modern kids and their needs (he's from the 1800's). Or paranoid the child is plotting his double-death when the local 5 y-o he got saddled with is merrily pushing buttons haphazardly on his blimp and no, no, not the death ray ! I, Ssssir Pentious, command you to let go of the Hyperbeam Dessssimator this inssstant ! That, or he'll try to transform them into one of his minions - and keep any stickman drawing offered to him in his secret room, after squishing it to his heart with welling-up, shiny gloopy eyes.

I don't remember if Niffty was brought up too, but she'd be rather... extreme. With a very fifties mentality of what caring for children implies, with leftover gender stereotypes. She'd be puzzled by a girl playing with toy cars and putting them to bed like some flipped-on-the-back beetle (pun intended) in the Barbie sheets, or a boy not being that much of an airplane fan. She would come around, but expect at least one that's not how you do it, and some hyper rants about killing bugs and CLEANING. However, she'll be very careful about dangerous items : no touching the bleach without her supervision ! Even if she'll tell the kid the hundred and a half ways of killing stuff with it.

For the Overlords : I admit I'm just drawing a blank on Zestial, I guess he'd just observe kids from afar but not really interact. Tall, Dark and Spidery would rather not interact, but I guess he'll point a lost kiddo in the right direction once in a while.

Rosie would just be the politest, most accomodating, patient, motherly figure, the talk about your emotions and how does that make you feel kind (I mean, we all watched Episode 7, right ?). Just watch out for the slow but steady conversion into a potential cannibal, because Oh you've never tried these, dearie, it's a delicacy ! Now, you're a forever-not-growing child, you need your calcium. And what's better than taking it from the source ? These bones are good for yours ! If unconvenienced by behavior, she'll show The Disappointmed Frown, and you better go to your room. Might still believe in spanking (by hand, no objects) as punishment. We don't do tantrums here, sweetie, we're classy, helldammit.

Carmilla is just a confirmed mom, maybe strict and an iron lady, but she deeply loves her own children, and it shows. Other kids don't bother her at all. A stern talking is what they need if misbehaving. She's protective, but not overprotective, and kinda the learn-from-your-experiences type (unless said experience would end fatally, because then she'll intervene). She aims to teach independence and self-sufficiency, and while blunt at times in her approach, her praise and affection are completely sincere and given without a second thought.

I don't know the other Overlords enough to tell how they would react to kids.

Okay, well, this blew up to a whole thing. Ah well, I'm known for my skyscrapers anyway. Have a cookie, you've certainly burned a lot of calories just by reading this, you really earned it.

(And seriously, just choose Carmilla as a babysitter.)

Again, Masterpost here.

[warmsummersday]

Succubus Spittle

~I had this idea where Tav sneaks some of the spider meat from the temple of Shar back to camp. When everyone goes to sleep in their tent she indulges a little too much, becoming I'll. Pain pulses through her body, but so does her desire to be touched. Her boyfriend Gale wouldn't be asleep yet, would he? Surly he wouldn't mind lending a helping hand, or tongue.~ (Consensual Sex, Overstimulation, PinV, FemaleTav, Creampie, Oh, and inappropriate use of the mage hand hehe).

As the bonfire crackled illuminating the campground Tav waited patiently for her companions to head to their tents for the night. Gale sat next to Tav, telling another story from his time at Blackstaff Academy. Tav tried to remain interested, but only one thing plagued her mind. Tav had successfully snuck a hunk of spider meat away in her pack and she was desperate to take a bite. Tav was completely smitten by the experience of licking the spider meat. Gale was livid when he witnessed Tav do such a thing, it was the first time he had ever raised his voice at her. It's a little ironic Gale was so mad at Tav for licking the spider chuck when he had no issue when she drank from Auntie Ethel's well.

"Are you listening?" Gale spoke sitting up from his relaxed position to peek at Tav's face. "Hm?" Tav fixed back her attention to Gale. "Oh yes, sorry my love, apologies." Gale took Tav's right hand in his while glaring into his lover's eyes. "I know I ramble on most nights." Gale tightened his grip on Tav's hand giving a gentle squeeze. "I hope you don't grow annoyed with me." Gale looked longingly with an apprehensive expression. Tav took back her hand and cupped Gale's face peering into his loving brown eyes. "I will hear none of this," Tav spoke with conviction. "I adore your stories and your company." Tav moved closer to place a gentle kiss on Gale's forehead. "I'll join you in your tent later for a cuddle." Tav let go of Gale's face and let her hands fall into her lap. "How does that sound?"  Gale smiled in reassurance. "I'd like that very much."

Tav was finally all alone by the bonfire and reached through her pack to find her prize. She held out the hunk of spider meat in front of her and inhaled its pungent aroma. It reeked of death but something stirred deep with her loins. A pleasurable feeling indescribable from anything she has yet to experience. It came with intense pain, however, but it wasn't necessarily unwelcome. Tav did have Loviatar's blessing after all.

Tav bit into the hunk of spider meat and somehow managed to swallow without vomiting. Pain radiated through her stomach and throughout her body. Tav fell over and tried her best to cover the sound of her groans of agony. Then suddenly the warm velvety feeling of bliss pooled from her loins. Tav tried to create any friction by rubbing her legs together to no avail. She needed to be touched, and feel release but the pain in her belly prevented her from doing so alone. What really was the plan here? Tav thought to herself.

Tav looked up to see Gale's tent not too far away. Desperately she crawled to him on all fours, seeking his assistance. When she crawled through the flap of Gale's tent a soft, "help" was uttered from Tav. Gale was lying comfortably on his bedroll reading a book when he noticed his lover crawl into his tent clutching her stomach. His eyes widened and he dropped his book as he lunged up to aid her. "By the Gods what happened?" Gale spoke quickly as he pulled Tav farther into his tent and laid her on her back. Tav looked up at Gale in complete distress. "I need your help." She spoke breathlessly as her heart pounded inside her chest. Gale cast dancing lights inside his tent so he could see her better. He examined every inch of Tav's body for any signs of blood or injury. Gale moved closer to look at Tav's face. "You are sweating something terrible, my love." Gale's gaze fell to Tav's eyes. "Your pupils are fully dilated." Gale continued to examine Tav but could not find the source of the pain. "I will go get Shadowheart," Gale spoke as attempted to leave. "No!" Tav cried as she grabbed Gale's arm. "I don't need Shadowheart, I need you, desperately," Tav begged. "I don't understand what has happened Tav, please tell me what you need." Gale moved his hand caressing Tav's cheek. "Please don't be mad." Tav cried out in a soft whisper. "I ate some spider meat I hid away and if you don't fuck me, I'll die." 

Gale took back his hand. His expression turned to complete shock then with furrowed brows, disapproval. "You did what?" Gale's voice was vexed. "I told you to stop licking the damn thing, and you took a bite out of it?" Gale probed Tav for any response that showcased she was joking. Tav reached up to grab her lover's shoulders. "No!" Gale cast mage hand and locked Tav's wrists together pinning them down on his bedroll above her head. Tav squirmed and let out a soft moan from the ghostly hand's touch. Gale watched as she desperately wiggled and tugged at the restraint. "I'm sorry, please, I just need you to touch me." She softly pleaded. Gale exhaled his anger and tried to keep his growing arousal in control. "I told you to leave it alone because one it's gross, but two it was lased with succubus spittle." Gale raised a brow and feathered his beard. "That would be why you're incredibly horny right now,"  Gale smirked watching Tav's labored breathing. Tav groaned once more as her belly ached. "I would be more than delighted to help you, but I must be sure I have your consent," Gale spoke concerned. Tav opened her mind by using the tadpole and let Gale inside. She shared feelings of adoration and utter devotion. Tav also let it slip how she touched herself longingly some nights to thoughts of him before he ever confessed his love for her. Tav severed the connection and Gales lips embraced her own passionently. Tav's eyes opened to see Gale above her looking at her with pure infatuation. "No one has ever loved me so purely before." Gale kissed Tav once more before he pulled away. "This won't do." Gale positioned himself between Tav's legs and wrapped his arms around her into a tight embrace. Gale rolled to the left moving Tav with him until she sat on top of him. Suddenly Tav looked around to see them in the forest on a very exquestite bed. She looked at her wrists which were freed from the mage hand. Gale gazed at her with admiration. 

Tav smirked at Gale then lunged down to kiss her lover. At first, it was slow then Tav hungrily fought for more. Tav returned to her upright position straddling him to remove her blouse and bra. The air chilled her damped skin sending goosebumps throughout her body. Tav's head fell backward moaning at the feeling. Gale instinctually raised up from his position and embraced Tav nipping at the nape of her neck. Gale picked up Tav and swung her beneath him. Gale kissed her with excitement. Tav felt the hard bulge rub against her thigh. "I need you," Tav pleaded. Gale straightened himself up still kneeling between Tav's thighs.  He removed his shirt as he looked at Tav full of desire. Gale removed Tav's pants and panties and tossed them off the bed. Gale admired Tav's naked body under him, she was more beautiful than any Goddess. Just one night of passion could satiate him for a lifetime, but lucky for him he got another chance. He lowered himself down to kiss Tav as she wrapped her arms around him. Slowly he lowered himself past her shoulders as he trailed kisses down her neck, breasts, belly, and thigh. Gale looked up from between his lover's legs with eyes filled with lust. Tav looked down at him eagerly as she pouted, waiting for what felt like an eternity before he satiated her. Gale smirked before licking into her wet folds. Gales arms gripped around Tav's thighs holding her still as he devoured her like a man starved. He ran circles around Tav's sensitive clit as she whined at the sensation. Tav began to become overstimulated from all the sensations of the pain and pleasure from the succubus spittle. She desperately ran her fingers through Gale's soft brown hair slightly tugging at it. Without realizing it at first another mage hand hand restrained her once more by her wrists above her head. Tears began to form as Tav cried to be released. She wiggled the best she could but this only caused Gale to tighten his grip even more. "Oh Gods!" Tav screamed as she came closer to release. As Gale ravished her, a warm feeling began to pool into her. As Tav's eyes rolled in the back of her head she became undone. The best orgasm she had ever experienced came from no other than her handsome wizard and his practiced tongue. 

Gale arose and supported himself with his strong arms above Tav looking down at her lovingly. Tav breathed erratically looking into the eyes of her lover. "How was it?" Gale asked sincerely. Tav looked into Gale's soft brown eyes, she loved him dearly. Tav wanted more, much more. She needed to hurt to match the pleasure with the pain the spider meat had caused. Maybe there is a way for Tav to get what she wants, without Gale holding back. "It was fine," Tav spoke trying to hide a smirk. Gale's expression changed to confusion as he studied Tav's features. "Fine?"  He spoke plainly. Gale cocked his head slightly to the right in bewilderment, and then with a smug look, he let out a low chuckle. "Well, I guess I will have to try harder for you my love." His brown eyes darkened as he flipped Tav over on her belly. The mage hand repositioned to hold Tav's hand firmly behind her back. Tav whined and Gale firmly lifted her hips up thus pinning her face into the straw mattresses. "A lot of things are simply fine my love." Tav could feel the tip of Gale's penis line up to her entrance. "But what I'm about to do to you." Gale let out a low growl. "Will not be considered merely fine." Gale thrust his hips, pounding into Tav's soaking wet sex. Her cervix was hyper-sensitive and reacted to every thrust that hit it. Tav moaned loudly into the straw mattress as tears began to form once more. Gale tightens a grip on Tav's hips as he relentlessly continues, pace quickening even faster. Tav whines at the pleasure as she becomes overstimulated once more. Gale was quick to notice and guided his right leg out more to the side and leaned forward to go even deeper inside her. "Gods you feel so good." Gale moaned as he thrusts deeper and deeper. Tav is mock sobbing into the straw mattress completely overtaken by the pleasurable sensations. Gale leans down and runs his fingers through the back of Tav's head grabbing her hair. Without stopping his thrusts Gale pulls Tav's head up from the mattress by her hair. "Is this what you wanted?" Gale's voice was breathless and husky. "Yes." Tav managed to whimper out. "Where can I cum?" Gale spoke as his thrust became more erratic. "Inside, please, I want all of it." Tav pleaded with a soft cry. 

Gale let go of Tav's hair and gripped her hips firmly once more. With a few more hard thrusts he came deep inside her. Tav moaned as she felt Gale's seed fill her. After a few moments, Gale removed himself from her and tumbled beside her. The mage hand disappeared, and Tav regained movement of her arms. The first thing she did was move closer to Gale and lay her head on his chest. She listened to the rhythmical fast-paced beating of his heart. "Does it still hurt my love?" Gale asked softly as he swept away loose strands of hair covering Tav's face. "No." Tav chuckled. "I suppose I'll live." Gale laughed quietly. "Promise me you won't pull a trick like this again." Gale caressed Tav's face to move hers to meet his glance. "I love you, more than anything." Gale paused. "But if you lick a dead spider ever again, I'm taking you to a healer to get you evaluated." 

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╰┈➤ Tiny Lover || Hantengu Clones x Reader

summary: was asked by @urfavdickrider : they asked hantengu clones with a tiny reader

a/n: thank you for being so patient with me and sorry for the long wait, but I hope you enjoy this uwu. // also not proof read, please let me know if there's any mistakes

Sekido

"Aw you're so cute when you're mad at me, it makes me wanna crush you with my arms." He said in a teasing manner, which made your cheeks turn red and you puffed your cheeks out. Making Sekido laugh even more and pinching your cheek in the process. Yes he found enjoyment of making you upset, he loves how tiny and weak you are.

As you were stomping around you cross your arms. "Aw is little baby having a tantrum again?" He said, as he spoke you look at him and if looks could kill he would be on the floor family guy style. As he laughed he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. "Okay come here you grumpy little human."

When Sekido wrapped his arms around your tiny frame you try fighting him and struggling against him but it was no use, you couldn't match his strength. "Shh it's okay, just relax." He cooed softly, and as he spoke he ran his nails along your hair, and soon after you began to relax. "There did you finally calm down you brat?"

"Screw you." You hiss out and snuggle you face against his chest making him laugh. "Tiny but feisty huh?" He teased you, and you turn red and he grabs your face quite roughly and giving you a sloppy kiss. "How could someone so tiny how so much anger inside of them."

Karaku

"Come on Karaku! Don't be like that! You know I can't reach that!" You yell out at your boyfriend and his laugh was heard throughout the house and all of the sudden he was besides you. Making you gasp out, but you put your hands on your hips. "Get it down, Now!" You say, pointing at your pile of underwear that was on top of a cabinet. Your boyfriend loved making you suffer by putting your belongings somewhere you couldn't reach. And yes it's cute at times but most of the time he loves getting a reaction from you.

As he was laughing, he placed an arm on your head using you as an arm rest making you growl slightly. "Oh come on now, you now what you have to do if you want me to get them down for you." He said, as you look at him you roll your eyes and sigh.

"Fine.." You mumble out, and slap his hand away from your head and grab him and kiss him quite roughly, and he immediately kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your tiny body. And after awhile you pulled away and gave him a look.

He giggled "Okay! Jezz!" And he grabbed your underwear and gave them to you, and you snatched them back and walk off. And he stood there smirking like crazy and followed you.

Aizetsu

As your boyfriend was holding you, he felt the need to protect you. He would just look at your small frame and frown, how could a human be so tiny? "Oh my Love, I'm not crushing you right? He said, his arms around you, he was holding you like a baby and it honestly felt great. You smile and look at him, staring into his blue eyes. "No, not at all Honey. You're not crushing me, you don't have to be so delicate with me." You say which made him frown and he sat up, placing you on his lap. "But what if your small frame breaks? I don't know what I'll do without you."

Aizetsu was rambling, and you were looking at him. It was sweet of him wanting to protect you but you weren't made from glass. "Honey.." You say, and he kept on talking. "Oh no no! What if you break! Huh! You're so tiny!"

Making you roll your eyes "Aizstsu." You say once again, and again he didn't answer you. "Love you don't understand, you're a human! And a tiny one!" As you called him once again and he didn't answer you, you had to think of something.

You grabbed him him the collar of his top and smashed your lips against his, and he immediately kissed you back. As you pull away you look him in the eyes. "Please Honey, I'm not as fragile okay? Could you tone it down?" You say, making him frown but he just nodded. "Okay my love, but could I have a other kiss please?" He whimpered out, making you smile. Wrapping your arms around his neck and giving a kiss.

Urogi

At the moment you were up in the sky, Urogi was holding you close as he was flying around the cold night. The wind felt so great blowing in your face and hair. "Wow is this what it feels like to be tall?" You say, making him giggle at your respond. "It does! How does it feel?" He asked you. "It feels great!" Making him smile even more, as he was flying around he made sure to hold you tight he wouldn't want to drop you.

After awhile of flying around he took you home, and when you guys entered you look at him. "Hey can you do me a favor?" You ask him, he looks you. "Hm? Of course, what do you need?" He asked you. AS you look at him you giggle "I wanted to see what the top of the shelf looks like."

And he gave you a weird look "Why on earth would you want that, its all dusty." Making you shrug. "I know, but as a short person I don't know what it looks like, so I'm just curious." You say, giving him the puppy eyes.

He rolled his eyes out and sighed. "Fine." And with that he held you up and you gasp out. "Wow you were right! It's so dusty!" You giggle out. "You're odd you know that right." He chuckled and placed you down giving you a forehead kiss.