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ran-orimoto · 2 years

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I’m sad, anxiety is ruining me :(, I have heartrace because of things happening rl. Ran can you light me with a headcanon about married Junzumi?

Aww,Anon💔. I know the feeling. Today I’m being devoured by anxiety too and I do hope I will be able to sleep without having too much trouble. So I’ll virtually hug you💕. You’ll manage to go through this, I promise you. Believe it and you will be fine. Everything will be fine, Anon.

Hm a headcanon about married Junzumi. Well, I’ll go for a comical one I like playing in my mind now and then, never managing to bring my a$$ to write a silly one-shot about it.

I headcanon at a certain point Junpei kinda becomes sick of his life as a tenor. As a budding singer, he just wants to entertain people and convey feelings to them but he also has got a great thirst of success to finally be a main character. However, his devotion to his job leads him to losing control on the situation. It becomes quickly clear he is terribly good at what he is doing and he fairly gets fame in the european opera field. In the span of fifteen years, he ends up with paparazzi and nagging managers telling him what to do, how to act, what to look like in public, what to wear. They also cut his relationship with his fans by personally handling his email, so Junpei grows frustrated about what his life has become and what he has become, sometimes even wondering who that person he’s looking at in the mirror is.

Taking in consideration the lows his career has to offer, those few times he can stay with his family HE DEMANDS to be left alone with them. Alone. Whenever he stays with Izumi and the kids he just wants to be…Another person? Himself…? He just wants to lead an ordinary life wearing whatever he freaking wants, even if he will look like a plumber with hilarious jumpsuits making Izumi laugh so hard. He just wants to spend free days helping Izumi at the restaurant, making calculations about the restaurant’s intake, spending mornings taking care of the garden, of the cats, of the children, calling Kouji wherever he is. In a nutshell, he just wants to be a normal family husband and father. And, Gods, let him eat food prepared by his absolute favourite cook, free from disgusting broth and weird diets for throats, and let him be at the best of his clumsiness.

One day, after the family has moved to Japan again, some client recognizes him, which is something that happens rarely there unlike in Milan. Sitting at the table, they dare to ask Izumi and Junpei if he might be, -just out of curiosity, because of some hunch that won’t let them alone-, that Shibayama Junpei opera singer, that famous one.

Izumi would like to reply, always pleased when someone wants to praise Junpei caro and always ready to commend him in front of others, because after years Junpei has stopped being the only n.1 fan of an imaginary fanclub 🤣. For once, Junpei stops her and replies in her stead, shrugging.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Me? I’m Orimoto Junpei. And, so you know, Orimoto Junpei and Shibayama Junpei aren’t and can’t be the same person. At all.”

(Best wishes, Anon💕.)

#junzumi #digimon frontier #junpei shibayama #izumi orimoto #junpei #izumi #this is the last act Junpei needed to seriously estabilish he’s Izumi’s #I headcanon Junpei and Izumi get married in Italy though #and here they are forced to get Junpei’s surname #but Junpei will always be an Orimoto in his heart #and Izumi rolls her eyes at this Shibayama isn’t Orimoto silliness *affectionate uh uh*#you know the way she is like: she’s a suppoter character about those she loves #her becoming a super Junpei fan is my soft spot shhhhhhhh #and she talks and talks and talks about husband just like he talks and talks and talks about wife #anyway italian restaurant owners have the annoying ass habit to talk to you when you’re at the table and eating too #in Benevento my father usually went to some restaurant where the old lady owning the restaurant WOULD SIT along with him #he did it when we visited too #we are……Annoying and friendly especially in Campania #asks #headcanons

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fandomout · 3 years

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Heyyy hope you’re well, I loved you fic. Your so talented. I just wanted to ask if you would do a part 2 of lip x reader where he realises reader was always there for him and he ruined everything with her and tries to go back to her. It can end however 💕

Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth

@bxnnywatts , @izraahh1 , and anon thanks for suggesting a part 2. I had a lot of fun writing this, and it inspired me with some great ideas!

Also, to the anon that wanted a Lip seeing reader 10 years later. I'm working on it 😊

Lip realizes his mistake

After you left Lip to fend for himself on the ground, he could only stay on the ground and reflect. He felt slightly numb as more of the alcohol from earlier kicked in. He was feeling terrible as it is, but after what happened between you two, his stomach panged. Although he was feeling pretty helpless, it was starting to get dark out, so he sat up and took out his phone. He attempted to call you, but you hung up quickly. He sighed and rose to his feet. He called and called as he made his way through the street not really searching for any particular place, but he let his feet carry him.

Lip found his way to Kev and V’s. Both of them give an alarmed look at Lip’s state. Lip lays money on the table and says, “Keep‘em coming.” V gives Kev a stern look and motion him over to Lip. Kev nods and walks over. He serves him a pint and asks, “Everything alright, bud?” Lip down ths pint in reply. “Alright then, but you seem like you started your party earlier today .“

"Well, the party’s not over, I guess.” He taps at his glass for another one, which Kev provides. V rolls her eyes at Kev and makes her way over.

“Is there something you want to talk about, Lip?”

“V, you don’t just ask a guy-”

“I am a terrible human being. I mean no wonder Helene doesn't want to be with me, but now...now, I’ve ruined it with them too…” He lays his head sideways on the bar with a frown and closed eyes. V looks over to Kev with satisfaction on her face while Kev waved her off. Lip grabs onto the pint and starts chugging it. V grabs onto him, stopping him at a little less than half and urges, “Okay. Okay! You’ve had enough.”

“Not fair. I’m not done.”

“This is all you're getting for a while.” Lip shrugs feeling the bizz hit him quickly as he was already tipsy from the drinks he’d had earlier that day.

“Why did I have to go and say that stuff?”

“What stuff?”

“Like like-I have to take a piss.”

“Huh?” He stands up and repeats, “I have to take a piss. You-" He points accusingly to his pint glass. V caught off guard by the action. Lip goes forward and stumbles before he points once more to his glass to say, "Stay." As Lip goes into the bathroom, V can only state, “I’m worried about that child.”

Lip is quick to do his business and is on his way out until he finds himself in the mirror. He had to agree that he didn’t look like himself. He ran his hand over his face before he washed his face in aggravation. He looks to himself, but all he can see is you yelling, “You’re the worst! You don’t deserve anyone, so you certainly don’t deserve me! I’ve been there for you always! Always! How could you throw me away like nothing?! I should’ve thrown you away a long time ago! You're projecting, you're pathetic!” He sucks in a breath and whispers, “You hate me…” He looks up in hopes to see you again; however, he is only met with his own reflection and wanting nothing more than to see you again. Reality setting in that he may get the reality of not seeing you in front of him again.

With that fear, he rushes forward out of the bathroom knocking into someone’s shoulder, which causes him to fall over head first onto the ground. Everyone becomes alarmed, but Kev and V rush over. Quietly, Lip says, “I hate me too."

"Wha?" Kev asks.

"They didn't say they hated me when we talked but they should have because I mean what kind of person let alone a best friend would-Can’t lose them. I have to go to the-” V interrupts him to ask, “Hun, are you okay?”

“I can’t let them go...especially not like this.” Lip tries to get up, but Kev restraints him with the soothing words of, “Yeah, yeah, you can do that later. Right now, you’re not going anywhere.”

“I have to-Y/N-” Lip can’t resist Kev's restraint anymore than he can act like nothing happened.

Kev and V walk into the Gallagher’s house much to Fiona’s discontent. As Kev leaves Lip to sleep it off, V fills in Fiona as best she can about what happened at the bar. Fiona thanked them before going to check on Lip. He didn’t seem like he’d wake up anytime soon. She grabbed his phone for some kind of clue and saw all of the calls he’d made to you. She narrowed her eyes to the cell in her hand unsure of what could happen between you two and wastes no time in dialing you on her cell. You didn’t dare to answer her and turned your phone off. Since you weren't on good terms with Lip, you couldn’t risk another Gallagher's persuasion, so you did your best to sleep that late night.

In the morning, Lip was woken up by Ian stomping into the shared room and dropping a huge box carelessly into his lap.

“Uhmm, ow!” Lip groaned.

“Yeah. Boo hoo you and your bo bo.” Lip starts looking into the box. At first, he was unsure of the items in front of him, but he made out movie tickets, restaurant receipts, a few notes. It wasn’t until he saw a few polaroid's and photo booth pictures of him and you that he understood what the box was.

“Wha-Where did you get all this?” Ian lays a hand on his hip in reply. Lip rolls his eyes at his brother and asks, “Are you trying to tell me you have an obsession with me and Y/N?” Ian grabs the pillow on the bed and slaps Lip with it. “Why are you hitting me so much today?”

“Lip, you are an idiot!”

“What for?!”

“Jesus, this box belongs to Y/N. They kept everything between you two, like ever.” Lip looks down and remembers the last words you two exchanged.

“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Colleen was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”

”Stop!..I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.”

He looks to Ian and asks, “Why do you have this?” Possible answers running through his head but none of them sounding like the truth to at least not truths he wants realized.

“I found it...in the alley.” Lip sighs deeply. His heart felt like it was being wringed out. In all the years you’ve known him you always had a certain gentle touch to him. Always trying to keep from adding to his sufferings. I was something special he found in you unlike everyone else he’s ever met.

He’s taken from his thoughts by Ian asking, “What even happened between you two? They wouldn't let me in their house much less tell me what happened. I got so desperate that I was gonna try the back door when I saw the box.. Fiona mentioned that something happened between you two bu-”

”Fiona? What does she know?”

“Lip, catch up, no one knows what went down. We’d all like to know though…”

“We-uh-” Lip wipes at his drippy eyes. “We had a dispute.” He said simply and rose to his feat trying to get changed for the day. He kept his back in Ian’s view as he tried to internalize and bottle up the peering emotions.

“I figured. Are you gonna tell me about what-” Lip turned around swiftly and roared, “No!” Ian got up close to Lip and hollered, “Don’t go yelling at me! Fix your shit between the two of you!...They are my best friend too, and I know they’re hurting right now…” Lip sofens and flumps onto the bed. He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head.

“Ian, I know I hurt them. I always seem to...When they are nothing but there for me, god I really messed up. I wish-”

“Yeah. Yeah. Good stuff.” Ian picks Lip up from the bed. “While it’s fresh, don’t tell me, tell them.” Lip nods vigorously. He hurriedly gets on his shoes and makes his way out the door with the box of mementos in hand.

You’d gotten up that morning feeling just all sorts of terrible. You’d hardly gotten any sleep. Your eyes are all puffy and slightly sore from rubbing at them. You hadn’t eaten in hours, maybe in a day by now. You were awakened by Ian at your door, but you shied him away quickly. Thinking you could move on with you day was too optimistic as you heard a gentle knock on your door followed by the words, “Delivery!” The words coming out abnormally squeaky, so you knew something was up. You look through the peephole cautiously and see Lip. You try to figure out if you should say anything: tell him to leave, tell him you need time, tell him he really hurt you, play along with his charade; however, you're not allowed a choice when your phone goes off, your hands flounder for it in order to get it off. The caller being none other than Lip. You curse under your breath. Lip’s voice calls out on the other side of the door. “I know your home. Please let me talk to you…” Your tears falling out all over again.

“I-” Your voice running dry. You clear your throat and strongly say, “Go the fuck away! I don’t need this right now!”

“But, Y/N-”

“No! Fucking go! You cared at all about me, you’ll leave me the fuck alone!” He stumbled back drunk in shock of the words. Lip wanted to bust down the door to just hug you, or go off and drink until he passed out again. He just wanted anything other than this reality.

“I do care! I’m sorry If I hadn’t made that known...I should’ve.

You ask, “Are you drunk again?!” He sighs thinking of all the times he’d had to ask others that question that impulsively he answered, “No!” He cursed himself for it and replied once more softer, “No, I’m not.”

“Lip, that’s great in all, but you need help.” Lip’s lip trembles. He attempts to halt the rumble with his teeth, which was futile. You could hear it in his voice for his next words, “I know...You made it very clear to me that I needed help when you disappeared...Yes, it was only for about a day, but I need you to understand something.”

“There’s nothing else to say. I understand.” Lip narrows his eyes and asks, “You do?” You nod although he can’t see you and explain, “We’ve been friends for a long...long time…” Lip smiles hopeful of the response to come; however, it is short lived as you follow up with, “and it’s time to branch out. I mean you have college, different needs, different friends, so...ummm...if you came out of guilt, I’ll just leave you with no-” You clench at your heart as it clenches. It physically was starting to hurt you, but you managed the last few words, “no hard feelings.” Lip pounded at the door once, which made you flinch back.

“No hard feelings? No, no, Y/N?...Y/N that’s not how I feel at all. What I said to you, it was wrong for one thing but also far from the truth. I told you some of the biggest lies when we spoke-Look, I’m horrible. I admit it, and I wouldn’t blame you if you thought so too. I just can’t have you thinking any of this is on you. I can’t have that no matter how this turns out between us...Making you feel like this isn't even my only crime against you-” You heard him shudder on the other end of the door. You walked forward gently but stopped short. You find yourself and open the door. Your face is only reading sullen. Lip’s about to move forward, but the pain he reads in you stops him. Tears pour from your eyes, and you continue to say, “What did you expect?! You choose some woman that’s hurt you so many times it seems over your supposed best friend! I have been there for you! I do not deserve this treatment! I deserve better! You don’t get that, and I don’t think you ever will…I could chalk it up to your drama and being too damaged, but honestly, Lip it's your own damn fault...Years together, and you can’t see what you have right in front of you. Goodbye. Hope things work out for you...” You see how he hangs his head low and begins to sob. You hadn't decided exactly what you’d do with Lip. Glassy oceans meet your gaze. He reaches out and pulls you into a hug that you're not prepared for. His body started to shake against you. He mutters, “I’m sorry for hurting you,” over and over, at least that's what it sounded like at points. When his voice wasn’t cracking, he sounded like wind was knocked out from crying so hard. You wanted to hold him too and feel comfort. History told you that making this too easy on him was what you got you here in the first place. Reluctantly, with effort, you remove yourself from him. The pain in his eyes glossed in at the action.

“Hate you?!” You scoff. “I don’t-”

"You don't understand..." You sob out because this was all just so hard on you, which in turn was making it hard on him. He moves slowly forward and cradles your head gently and ends up resting his thumb on your cheek to wipe tears away.

"I know I don't understand what you feel, but I know what I was doing wrong now. I know how I've been hurting you." He breathed out trying his best to calm himself down. He bites at his lip. “My biggest crimes-” He clears her throat. “Taking you for granted. You know, I don’t always thank you for the things you do, especially not lately. I-I haven’t been on your side even when you’ve always been on mine.” He smiles softly. “It’s something I should of really seen before, but like you said, I’m people stupid. I just really want you to know that your not only the best friend I could ask for but the best person...I want you to know that even if you hate me now-”

“No, please just say it. I don’t want you to hold back.”

“Lip, I have hated how you’ve been lately, but hating you, now that’s too easy, so I don’t...”

“Really?” He whimpered.

“Really. I mean I was just at threshold, but I can’t hate you...I did really hate what you said to be though...I mean years of friendship-”

“I-I know. I said it because I was hurting. That wasn’t right.”

“I know you hurt, but I’ve only ever wanted to hurt together rather than leave you alone. That being said, I’m not sure where I want us to go from here…”

“Whatever you wa-”

“I’d really like you to sell to me why we should still have any kind of relationship. There are a lot of things you did, and I feel you care just-”

“I wish is acknowledges some things you do that I notice that I don’t flat out say that mean so much: making sure I eat in the sneaky ways you do like boasting it's so good or making “extra”, making sure I’m not cold-just you know caring for me in little ways..,” Your heart quickened at his confession. You didn’t think he’d noticed or cared. “I didn’t value our relationship like I should have. I will if you let me. One of the biggest things is I should've let you know how much I-I should've let you know how much I...I love you.” You swallowed at the words. While you knew he did care, you knew love was touchy for him, and he’d never said it to you. “I love you, Y/N.” You hugged onto him uttering against his shoulder, “That’ll do it.” You both laughed out loud. Lip held you tightly like you’d slip away, and he let out groans of relief. “Are you okay now?”

“Yeah, so relieved.”

“Me too.” You both stare at each other with smiles on your faces. He wipes at the dried and wet tears and states, “I’m really sorry that I made you cry.”

“Let’s call it even.” You wipe his face with your sleeve with a smile.

“There’s a smile.”

“Well, you caused it, and uhhh...Look, all the self loathing, you gotta work on that...and the drinking I’ll be here to help with that too bec-'' He gave you an expression of doe eyes before he leaned forward meeting his lips to your in which you returned. “Is that part of showing me you care?”

“Yeah. Something like that, but it’s a gesture to show I do love you. I should’ve done this sooner.”

“What about your pro-”

“No one compares to you. I now see that. So, permission to kiss you again.”

“Maybe after some food. I’m starving.”

“Fair enough. Where do I put this box?”

“Where did you get that?”

“Ian.”

“Ian?”

“I can’t believe you kept all this. Also, I’m embarrassed I didn’t make one myself.”

“You don’t think it’s kiddish?”

“No. It’s sweet.” He kisses your forehead.

“Wow, you're really sweet too. People's skills are already better.”

“I don’t know if I’m really less people stupid, but I know I’m less clueless about you. I’d like to become a Y/N expert.”

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cebwrites · 2 years

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hey Cev, if you feel inspired by this may I please request some nsfw hcs with our dino-softie being teased and loved by a smaller gn or male reader? I bet X Drake loves having his nipple played, sucked and smooched all over until he feels completely powerless and loses control almost transforming mid pleasure. Also just saying but what if his s/o was like a zoan type devil fruit user or maybe they have just fangs, double the fun I bet ;) leaving all sort of hickeys and bite marks that he will never be able to hide in the next days. Sorry for this wall of text I just got really excited and Thank you as always for all the good content ^^

anon i'm kissing you directly on the mouth for this ask you're so right this is the treatment that soggy little dino meow meow DESERVES 😤😤 pardon my indulgence~ 💕

i mixed up the formats a little to help my stinky fish brain write this, hope you still enjoy!!

Teased by male reader (X Drake)

nsfw under the cut [cw: nipple play, toys, orgasm denial, anal, handcuffs, mild blood] word count: 0.7k

X Drake.

One of the navy’s elite, a ferocious beast on the battlefield, a supernova; and now? Splayed across the mattress of a surprisingly accommodating hotel room, arms shackled to the bedposts by sea stone and legs spread apart for his partner’s lovely viewing pleasure as they slide the lubed up vibe into his prepped hole. Drake pulls weakly against his restraints, sending what could be read as both a whine and a grumble to his boyfriend from behind the cloth mask being used as a gag.

“You’re so brazen, Shōshō, leaving yourself open and vulnerable like this~”

Drake would let out another whine when you seat yourself just above his cock, letting it rest against the curve of your ass but ultimately denying him of the much needed friction you both know he’s bursting at the seams for

Your hands cup that glorious, broad chest of his - Drake was massive, not by any of the Grand Line’s standards, but since you were already a little smaller than most, the difference still counted - and got to work

You fondled and kissed them, making sure each tit got just as much affection as the other, toying at his nipples while keen eyes watched your partner’s every twitch and change of expression

You leaned down to take one of the sensitive buds into your mouth, relishing in the muffled groan that rumbled from his throat, and felt around for the remote to the marine’s vibrator

Rear Admiral Diez could handle a higher setting, as a treat

When you did, the response was immediate, Drake bucks his hips in response to the stimulus and cries out behind his gag, arms straining against the seastone that binds him and for a moment you wonder if the bedframe would hold out

No matter, this was far more important

“Does that feel nice, Captain? Do you like it~?”

Delicately grinding against the throbbing member against your ass but not nearly providing enough contact for his liking; one hand brushes over his cheek, you trace the drool dribbling down at his chin with your thumb in one movement, undoing his gag for him in the next

You press a chaste peck against the corner or his mouth, an absolute mess on the verge of tears, Drake whimpers when you lean up again and you’ll be damned if that doesn’t make your own cock twitch in response, too

You kiss a trail from his forehead, his nose, lips, all the way down to Diez’s neck where you graze your canines against tender skin, smirking when gooseflesh appears and he sucks in an involuntary breath as you rut against his stomach, the marine’s own want still painfully ignored

Your teeth leave marks as they pierce him similar to old scars in the same places, it lights a fire in your belly and only spurs your desire for more, eagerly lapping up the red that would always follow - fangs drift from one shoulder to the other, then back to his chest, his moans and cries a symphony to you in the background

“Please, __, p-please... I need more, __. I want-- I need you.”

“Oh? It’s a need~?”

Satisfied with the positively debauched expression he gives you, you press another kiss to his cheek carefully undoing one of his restraints - almost immediately, the size disparity between you dramatically increases as his hybrid form briefly shows itself before Drake can get a reign on his powers again

The seastone content of the cuffs you used on him was relatively low (miraculous what you can get on the black market, right?), but you weren’t expecting just how much they were holding him back

Drake is extremely apologetic, his free hand now covering his face in sheer embarrassment but everything stops short when you kiss his snout; he opens his eyes to see smugness painted all over your face, somehow blushing more than he already had been when you take his hand to wrap around your cock

“It’s okay, baby boy, I was just a little surprised, that’s all,” you coo between kisses, “But that wasn’t very nice, you know.”

Drake stiffens at the feeling of your ass finally, finally against the tip of his dick, he could almost cry - he’s just barely restraining himself from grabbing you by the waist and going all in when you pull away, moving up to sit on his chest and position your cock directly above his mouth

“We’ll have to train you a little more before you’re allowed your reward tonight for that though, isn’t that right, captain~?”

This time, he actually does cry - you loved this man with all your heart but this?

This was nothing but carnal, babes

#cebafterdark #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece smut #x drake #op drake #op drake x reader #diez drake #one piece drake #drake x reader #one piece x reader #diez drake x reader #i like my men pathetic #we love AND bully (affectionate) x drake in this house

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sugarybitterness · 3 years

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hii bestie!! can i pls request a natasha x stark! reader fic where R is tony's younger sister and R and nat have been secretly dating for a while. R is in the lab with nat making modifications to her suit, but nat distracts R and they ended up making out in the lab and then tony like barges in and saw them kissing and he's shocked and like tells the whole team leaves nat and R as a blushy mess. thank you sm!! have a great day and i love ur fics sm <3

sorry for the delay on this, thank you for reading my works and i hope you have a wonderful day / night 💕

400 blurb celebration✨

"detka~" your girlfriend's silky voice pulls you away from the work in front of you. a smile blossoms on your face as you turn your chair to face her, arms open wide as you made grabby hands at her. natasha laughs softly at your antics, making her way over to you. once natasha settles into your lap, you wrap your arms around her while you nuzzle into her neck.

"i've missed you natty." you mumble into her neck as you press soft kisses onto her skin. this causes natasha to let out a louder laugh, depositing a kiss to the top of your head.

"i just saw you this morning you dork." natasha teases, her hand moving to play with the braid in your hair, the braid natasha did for you before sneaking back into her own room before breakfast.

“still it’s been too long since i’ve had you in my arms.” you pout slightly. as much as you understood why natasha wanted to keep your budding relationship a secret from the ever nosy team, you hated not being able to hold the redhead as and when you wanted. sensing the sudden shift in your mood, natasha is quick to lean back, hands moving to cup your cheeks.

“well i’m here now.” natasha state softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on your lips. you pull away too soon for the redhead’s liking, this time you were the one giggling as natasha tried to chase after your lips.

“actually you came just on time. i’m figuring out the modifications to your suit, want to take a look?” you pull up some of the blueprints and you were about to begin explaining them before natasha cuts you off.

“i rather continue what you tried to start this morning..” natasha practically purrs before leaning in kiss and nip at your neck. you let out a small whine, hands moving to tug at her hair, pulling her head back so you could capture her lips in a fiery kiss.

“tiny stark! how- what the hell?” tony’s loud voice rings through your lab, making you and natasha seperate hurriedly. both of you look at each other with wide eyes before slowly turning to look at the entrance to your lab, where tony was currently standing, mouth agape.

“since when-” tony sputters, still in shock about the fact that his little sister has the natasha romanoff in her lap.

“about 3 months.” natasha replies smoothly. this time you turn to her, raising an eyebrow in silent question. the redhead catches your movement and turns back to face you. “i think it’s about time i start telling people you’re mine.”

a blush rises on your cheeks at natasha’s slightly possessive tone. you knew that the redhead had gotten slightly jealous at all the blind dates tony had tried to set you up on despite your many protests. you nuzzle into her neck and placed a soft kiss there.

“does this mean i get to tell the team?” tony was practically bouncing on his toes, the only thing stopping him from running around and telling everyone about the two of you was the fact natasha could and would kill him. natasha simply shrugs nonchalantly and with that tony speeds off.

“rhodes you owe me 20!” his distant voice sounds and you groan at the thought of your brother betting on your love life.

“hey,” natasha starts and you pull away to look at her, smiling at the soft gaze she reserves only for you. “was that okay?”

your smile grew even wider at the soft tone of your girlfriend, leaning in to plant kisses all over her face, her soft laughter filling up the room. you end it with a loving kiss on her lips.

“that was more than okay. i love you so much.” you whisper against her lips as you lean forward to press your forehead against hers.

“i love you too moya lyubov.”

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fluff #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow x you #black widow fluff #avengers #avengers x reader #marvel

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wintersongstress · 3 years

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"missing your writing" hours😣, but i hope that all is well on your end

🥺 Not gonna lie, this made me kinda sad that I haven't been able to finish anything in awhile, but at the same time I'm happy to know that someone out there will still be interested in whatever I post next, whenever that may be. I am working on something very close to my heart nearly every day. The least I can do is share a snippet of that for now. I hope you enjoy, though please be gentle because it is only a rough draft 💕

From his satchel he retrieved a fold of parchment, secured with twine, where, gathered in its center, a sprig of tiny pink flowers awaited. You accepted it with gloved hands, unraveling the bow with a gentle tug. The page fell open, and your breath left you in the same instant.

It was a drawing of his. Of you, in full, realized detail like you had never seen before. Arthur had shown you some of his drawings in the past and you admired his quick, scratchy style—the way the long streaks of his pencil marks composed so many shapes within a scene, how the lightness and absence of them could suggest where the sun touched, and the darker shadings the natural shadows they cast. A great number of his sketches were half finished, but not this one.

In lovingly long lines and carefully measured strokes, he captured the composure of your features in a serene moment. The set of your mouth was fixed in a soft smile as you held a flower to your nose, its stem tucked gently between your thumb and forefinger. You followed the veins of the flower’s petals to the soft curls of its edges, downwards to the neat crescents of your nails, the creases of your knuckles, and the bend of your wrist where the sleeve of your blouse had gathered. Each fold of your clothing was defined with wedges of shading.

More details and undetectable hints of prowess abounded on the page, more than your mind could wrap around. The thought of how much time this took—how much care and attention and dedication he possessed—cradled your heart with more amazement than you could express in mere words. Such a tender, poignant longing flowed clear from this portrait as you held it in your hands, frozen still, taking in the expression of pure happiness on the face Arthur perceived as yours. But more than that, it was the braid of morning glory vines surrounding the portrait that stunned you the most. It was the flower you held, but more encompassed you in various states of bloom. You soaked in each sinuous tendril and droop of leaf, marveling with a fingertip the buds wrapped in a loosening spiral, eager to unfurl, and the deep bells of the full flowers where the promise of sweet pollen lay.

At length, you glanced away. Your hand had risen to your lips in disbelief, a gasp imparting from them, but you found Arthur staring at the ground with his hand behind his neck.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't've—"

“This is so beautiful," you marveled. "Do I really look like this?”

After all this time, your reflection was still something you avoided. You caught it now and again but never lingered on it, fearful to notice how much it might have changed since.

Arthur forgot his embarrassment, glancing up. His brows furrowed together and he stepped near.

“You think I’m—?” To voice the thought , it was too surreal.

The word caught in your throat, but in his eyes you found the answer.

“You’re more than beautiful.”

The soft clarity in his gaze, the honesty of his lofted brows and the wonderment of his parted lips; one look at him and you believed it for the first time in longer than you could remember. The knowledge of it lifted something dark and heavy that had clung and sapped from you for far too long, and you found it easy to step into the space between you—where the circle of his arms could enfold you, closer than you dared before—and place your hands on his chest.

A heartbeat strong and steady thrummed beneath their press. His lids lowered, his own hands came up and covered yours and kept their place. You leaned in, tilted your head, and tipped forward. With the parting of your lips you pressed against the seam of his until he yielded with a sigh. It was a soft and timid discovery of deep affection, an unraveling. His mouth was full and plush against yours and his beard scratched your cupid’s bow while your nose pressed into his cheek. A warmth enfolded your heart, like a butterfly landing, a rose unfurling, a tide meeting the shore, water sinking home into sand. You stayed that way, soaking in his nearness, and you lingered in the dream of him until you were breathless.

‘Thank you,” you whispered, and it was for more than you could say.

#arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #rdr2 fic #*slaps the roof of a fanfiction* this baby can fit so much self-projection #no but really #i'm writing something about overcoming trauma which is a difficult thing when i haven't even overcome my own trauma yet #so the progress of this fic strangely feels like it reflects the progress in me #it's very personal but i know someone out there could relate to it and it might mean as much to them as it does to me

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