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Hi idk if you write for shameless but if you could do Ian and Mickey and a shy male reader who they just love to tease bc they like seeing him get all flustered. Like he’ll start blushing or stumbling over his words
I.GALLAGHER M.MILKOVICH🕷
we goin' dumb
girl, got me fucked up.
mmm this yeah here, lean in my cup
can't tell me 'bout shit 'bout nun'
told the bitch don't shut me up,
wanna see them bands
wanna see them bucks.
bad bitches 'gon love me up,
bad bitches 'gon love me up.
song: . . .ılı GMFU odetari, 6arelyhuman
TW: teasing, male leaning reader(fem welcome because i do not care), i think i made reader a little touch starved, reader is actually shy not that uwu shit(hopefully i did, i word things horrible), bottom leaning reader, you may or may not be able to tell which is my favorite(it's the one who isn't ginger)
ian gallagher who wouldn't mean to 'make fun of you' in a way, he just found the fact you'd sometimes cling to him or whisper words you were going to say to a waiter to yourself but you'd end up looking at him to take the order for you. watching you mutter a 'thank you' as the woman would write down your order and walk away, he couldn't help but smile, you'd do this almost all the time with others but with him you could talk your ear off if you were really, really, really comfortable. only being comfortable isn't enough you could still barely look him in the eye, you were working on it though. "could you look at me when you're speaking? i feel like you're talking to fifty different people." "i am." "could've fooled me."
mickey milkovich who would think you're rude and weird as shit when he first met you, the looking at me in the eye thing would bug him and itch at him at times. "hey, who are you talkin' to? your eyes are movin' around like thirty miles per second" "i'm talking to you–" "and speak up, no one can hear you sweetheart." the name sweetheart was clearly ironic and he didn't mean it but the laughing fit he'd go into seeing how truly effected you were by it, you looked like your mom caught you up late at night on a school night damn. but as time would pass he'd learn to live with it, not without taking advantage of it of course he wasn't that stupid.
ian gallagher who would purposely scoot closer to you on the couch not for the sake of the two of you being together but the sake of feeling you tense up when all he did was scoot a few and wrap his arm around your shoulder as the movie played. his eyes would linger at your body language with your nails scratching your wrist and your legs rubbing together and crossing sooner or later obvious discomfort but just in a different way he'd fix that for you. "need a little help there?" "n—no." "so yes?" he could just tell you felt pins and needles all around the embarrassment was getting to you like a bitch but damn he was tempting.
mikey milkovich who felt and indescribable feeling having sex with you. obviously he's shared you with ian before, and he's had sex with only ian before and those times were very memorable. but he still loved to have just you, shit anyone could get addicted to you. your body shivering and jolting at almost any touch he'd give you, going a little slow at first then slowly getting rougher with you loving each and every moan, groan, and whimper. the edging wojld be almost never ending and him sucking you off was euphoric, fuck he was talented with his tounge. his tattooed hands holding your thighs to keep your legs open as the warm feeling would bubble in your stomach each and every time you felt like cumming, your legs trying to close together in sensitivity but he wanted to swallow all of you. "you gotta work on tryna' keep your damn legs closed." "i do try.. " "doesn't mean it's not hot, i changed my mind."
ian gallagher and mickey milkovich that loved looking at the different expressions on your face of pleasure which let them know how well they were doing. mickey could have you take him from the back and ian would have you take him in by the mouth instead, your eyes blinking a little faster and rolling back due to the both of them. jealousy talks would be hell between the three, neither you or mickey could fess up to it or explain the hell he was doing wrong. but with just you? shit you were good at hiding it but they could tell if you had something to say. "you gonna tell us whats wrong? or are you gonna sit there lookin' like a bomb that's 'bout to implode." "tell you what? there isn't anything to tell." "you're a terrible liar, put your chin up and say what's the matter." damn this was gonna be a long night.
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“Fine By Me.”
Pairing - Daryl Dixon x Trans Masc Reader
Warnings - Talk of drug use, illness, needles, identity, possible transphobia.
Setting - S4 Prison
Summary - Daryl thinks you’re doing drugs, but ends up learning something new about you.
Type - Fluff
A/N: this is my first published fic!! i have briefly proofread, and i’m pretty happy with it. hope you enjoy :)
You sat on the edge of the bed in your cell, positioning the needle over your thigh, gripping at your flesh trying to gauge where to inject yourself. your palms were sweaty and you couldn’t get a good grip on the syringe, with Hershel in Block A, treating the prison flu, you had nobody to do this for you. Hershel had told you the week prior that he would be going to take care of the sick, and he took extra steps in showing you how to inject your medication, but this was the first time you had tried on your own, it was proving difficult.
You took a breath and widened your eyes, grabbing your skin and moving your face closer, trying to get the needle in the perfect spot before you pushed it in, ‘just do it, idiot’ you thought to yourself.
You heard a scoff and jumped, looking up with a surprised expression, Daryl stood at your door, holding the curtain you had put up against the frame.
“Didn’t take you for a fuckin’ junkie.” He said, a scowl across his face.
“What? No! I-“ you began,
“I don’ wanna hear it.” Daryl said, starting to turn away and leave.
“Daryl!” you jump towards him, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around, he looked taken aback, offended, you weren’t sure, but before he could do or say anything, you grabbed his arm and yanked him into your cell, peering your head around the curtain to check nobody else was witness.
You held the syringe in front of his face, waving it as you annunciated “This is not heroin,” in a whisper-shout.
He looked puzzled and almost like he was challenging you, as if he was asking ‘oh yeah? what is it then?’.
“I am not a junkie, this is my medication! Now if you would give me a hand with sticking it in my thigh I would be grateful.”
You spoke to him in such a way he stood speechless for a moment, like he was a child who just got an angry finger waved in his face for his attitude.
“Well?” You ask, impatiently.
He flushed red for a moment and sheepishly nodded, taking the syringe from your hand, you sat back down and rolled your trouser leg back up, exposing the piercing site, jab marks from the previous weeks lingering.
Daryl sat beside you, needle in hand, inspecting it, and just as you thought he was about to stick you with it, he hesitated.
“Just lemme see whatever you put in here, I don’t wanna be responsible for nothin’.”
It was your turn to hesitate, you scoffed and looked at him, gauging whether he meant it or not, whether he really needed to see why you were secretly medicating yourself every week, when his expression didn’t falter, you reached into the box under your bed, and pulled out the small vial containing your lifeline.
You placed it into his hand, avoiding all eye contact, this man was the one you worried about telling, he wasn’t as loud as Merle was about his opinions, but they were brothers, they were hicks, surely they had their opinion in common?
He rolled the vial in his palm, exposed the small text written on the label, and brought it up to his eye. The bottle read ‘TESTOSTERONE’ in a bold font. Daryl studied it before peering over the bottle and into your eyes, he looked at you almost knowingly, his eyes told you that it was okay, you were okay.
This was the softest look Daryl had ever given you, he had just said so much more with his eyes than you had ever heard from his mouth, it meant a lot.
He gave the bottle back to you, and took the syringe between his teeth, using one hand to move your trouser leg up, and the other to grip a chunk of your flesh, rolling it between the tips of his fingers until the chunk felt right, he took his hand from your trousers and retrieved the needle from his mouth, poking it into you, and pressing down on the plunger at a slow pace.
You watched him, how he nibbled on his lip and furrowed his brow in concentration, how gently he treated you, you watched as he handled you with such care, you looked so deeply into him that you didn’t even realise he had removed the needle. The sudden sound it made when he tossed it onto the table next to your bed startled you awake from your trance, and you found yourself staring at the side of Daryl’s face, his cheeks flushed and his eyes darting to all places other than your eyes.
“Sorry.” You said, he nodded.
“Thank you for doing that.”
“S’alright.”
The silence was so loud.
“How did you learn to do that?” You asked, breaking the silence so suddenly you caught yourself off guard.
“Do wha’?” he questioned, raising a brow and looking at you through his fringe,
“Inject, it seemed like you knew what to do.”
He nibbled on his lower lip again, looking around the room, as if he was trying to find the words.
“My Mama,” he replied, “before the fire, before everythin’, she was sick, I had to give her her medicine sometimes, she was in a lot of pain, kept her in bed all day, smokin’, readin’ her magazines, Merle took care of her when he wasn’t at Dad’s, but sometimes I had ta.”
He kept his eyes on the ground before timidly looking toward you, you looked at eachother for a moment, before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tight, you were telling him it was okay, you were thanking him for not freaking out over you being trans. You were very private about your identity before the world fell, and you thought you would have to be the same now, you had told Hershel very reluctantly, but he told you that God loved you, and that he accepted you, and now Daryl knew, and he treated you with more care and understanding than before. You thought maybe your family, your new, found family, would be okay with it too.
Daryl wrapped his arms around you, and squeezed before pulling away from the hug and standing up by the door.
“Gotta go, Rick needs help with the fence.” he told you, punctuating his sentence with a half smile.
“Okay.”
He turned away and lifted the curtain.
“Daryl?”
“Mm?” He hummed.
“Thank you, I thought-“ You began,
“I know what it’s like. Feelin’ like you don’t belong. What you’re doin’, who you are, is fine by me.”
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My Good Looking Boy - Part One
warnings for series: angst, struggles with self worth and self esteem, issues with appearance, childhood trauma, and mentions of death and murder.
summary: taking place after the southern raiders, zuko and katara finally learn to understand each other a bit more and long held on to feelings come to the surface. the gaang go and watch the ember island play and chaos ensues with katara's feelings.
part one - part two
authors note: here is the awaited first part! nothing crazy will happen in this part just because i'm trying to build a foundation on the slight heistance of acceptance between zuko and katara and expose the flaws in katara and aang going further into a relationship. i hope there's no major errors as i've read it a million times myself, but it is not beta read. please, let me know what you think and send me your thoughts and requests! i am open to criticism but please be kind to me lol. also let me know if you wanna be on a taglist for this series. thank you guys ~
word count: 1.8 k
Summertime in the fire nation was beautiful to see, the exotic flowers were in bloom and there was plenty to gather and hunt in the forest near camp. But one thing that summer did mean, was heat. Rays from the sun began beating down as early as six and were relentless until seven in the evening. Being a night owl meant Katara could spend a lot of her time in the cool light of the moon, late into the hours of the night. But it also meant a rude awakening when she rose at ten and it was already blisteringly hot. Groaning awake, she threw an arm to cover her eyes and felt the crease of her elbow sticky with sweat already.
“Ew, come on really?” she mumbled sleepily as she peeled the patchwork blanket from her balmy skin. Unsticking some of her hair from the nape of her neck, she rose from the tent to begin a long, hot day. Opening the curtains with a loud flap, the sun blinded her briefly before resting her eyes on the makeshift camp that the group had formed. Luckily, Sokka, Toph and Suki were all still sleeping so Katara didn’t feel too guilty about her habit of sleeping in. Yawning and making sure her wraps were tight, Katara stretched and began the laundry that she would have to do. “I need to gather food for dinner tonight, fix Suki’s blanket, teach Aang his lesson…” she mumbled, thinking out loud while she worked. As soon as she had all the blankets and clothes that needed washing, laundry was a daily occurrence thanks to the heat and dirt, she made her way down to the lake nearby camp.
The journey there was beautiful and pleasantly uneventful, but the need for cool water spurred her on and hindered her ability to appreciate the scenery. Once she finally arrived at the beautiful lake, she waded knee deep into the water and allowed the full, woven basket to float towards her. The lake lay under the cool shade of a carved out mountain with lush greenery growing all throughout it. It was beautiful to see such life within the fire nation, Katara had always thought it would be barren and depressing. Using a long, flat rock as support for the clean clothes, she breathed in and out as the gentle glide of her hands wove the water in and out of the fabric. The push and pull of the arm motion became therapeutic, and not too long after she began she was lost in her own thoughts. So lost in fact, she missed the rustling of the nearby leaves and the airy laughter floating its way into the clearing.
“Yeah! It was incredible right? Oh good morning Katar-” but her attention snapped just in time for a needle-thin icicle to hover right in front of the intruder's nose. “Whoa! It's just us.” Aang said as he brushed a large plant out of his way and walked with a bounce in his step toward her.
“Oh! I'm sorry, I was in my own world.” Katara dropped the icicle immediately in favor of returning to her former activity. “What are you doing out here? Didn’t you have practice this morning?”
“Yes, he did.” A rich, gravely voice rang out. It was quieter than Aangs and still held some apprehension. Katara raised her head to meet golden eyes.
“Oh, hello Zuko.” she said in a quiet greeting. Relations with Zuko had been strained to say the least. Katara spent the better half of the summer hating his guts and only recently had the formed common ground with the firebender. And by recently, she meant a little over a week at most. Finally accepting that his kindness and sincerity were, well, sincere; Katara was still finding it difficult to adjust to being comfortable around Zuko.
“Yeah! I did so great today, it was actually Zuko’s suggestion to come down here!” Aang bounded towards the water, taking off his robes in a fluid movement as he did so. Katara’s eyes flickered from Aang’s juvenile behavior with a fond smile on her face, back to Zuko. Noticing a light flush across his cheeks,
“Zuko? Are you okay? It’s quite hot today, why don’t you get in the water?” But the color only intensified.
“Uh yes, it is rather hot isn't it? I should get in.” Katara nodded while lightly giggling at him as he stood stiff as a board. Snorting at his behavior, she went back to focusing on the back and forth of the water she used to wash their laundry. Listening to Aang's babbling she hmm’d and oh’d in all the right spots about his stories of today’s lesson, about how wonderful he was getting at firebending. In her defense, she was fully involved in her work, focussing heavily on her job. That was, until a certain jerkbender decided to join them. Zuko derobed without any flourish, but Katara had a hard time focussing after the fact. Her breath fumbled and her heartbeat worked in a stuttering pattern. Her stomach felt awkward and didn’t it suddenly feel hotter out? Sinking slowly into the water, Zuko waded his way over to where Katara was working, forcing her to end her gawking. What the hell were you thinking about, Katara? Get a grip! Aang’s laughter could be heard reverberating off the walls of the carved out side of the cliff where the lake formed at the bottom, and Zuko finally settled on a ledge of rock, not too far from Katara. “So,” he began, “what have you been up to?” Katara fought the urge to roll her eyes.
“Well, you know me I’m a late riser but somebody needed to get this laundry done.”
“You don’t have to do everything by yourself, I could help you know.” he said sheepishly. “I feel bad with you doing all the work around here.”
“Well at least someone acknowledges it. You know, the occasional “wow thanks Katara!” would suffice.” She ranted, clasping her hands in a prayer position while exaggeratingly batting her eyes in mock praise.
“I’m serious though, I want to help.”
“Please, you and all your princely training isn’t going to help here.” he blushed a bright red and hung his head at the obvious statement. He had neglected to remember that to help with laundry he needed to know how to do laundry.
“W-well, teach me Sifu Katara.” she snorted at that, but hesitantly agreed. He had stood up from his seat on the rock ledge and had a hopeful look in his eyes. As soon as her eyes deviated from his, she regretted it. One would think all the traveling and limit to food would make one malnourished, but apparently Zuko was healthy as a horse as the water dropping down his toned stomach would beg to differ. Snapping her head down to hide the fierce blush that had bloomed across her face, she slapped a wet blanket into Zuko’s chest while he waded closer. Showing the motion of pressing the fabric into a rock for non-waterbenders, Zuko began learning how to actually help. He never once complained, even when Katara snapped at him for doing it incorrectly. They stood there in comfortable silence, only the sounds of water, rubbing of fabric, and occasional bird calls with Aang’s distant laughter never ceasing. It was one of the few times Katara has actually felt peace in a while. Even alone she often found her mind wandering into undesirable thoughts. Thoughts about her mother, the war, and even the man she killed. She knew he deserved it for all the waterbenders and innocent people of her tribe he must have wounded besides her mother. But for some reason, that didn’t make killing feel any better to her. “You thinking about something?” His hoarse voice suddenly spoke.
“Um yeah, I guess I am.”
“You can always talk to me. I mean, if you want that is.” Katara paused, debating on if they were comfortable enough yet with each other. “Actually, you never have to talk to me about anything really. You know I don't want to push your boundaries and-”
“It's okay, Zuko. Thank you.” She gave him a small smile and the tension of his previous rambling physically exited his body as his shoulders relaxed down.
“Well, good. Because honestly, you’re a really good friend Katara, and I don’t want to mess this up.” She offered him a soft grip on top of his hand and that slightly uncomfortable fluttering returned to her stomach.
“You haven’t messed it up.” He smiled softly back at her, his eyes twinkling and Katara swore she could see golden light dancing in them. But suddenly, his face fell and his hand slipped out from under hers. He went back to washing the fabric and a frown found its way to Katara’s face.
“Zuko? What’s-”
“Hey, you guys are washing out our clothes! Cool!” Aaang waded out of the water and the moment was lost. Maybe she was imagining it, but she swore she heard Zuko let out a sigh of relief.
“Well yeah, you guys have been complaining about the sweat and dirt so, here we are.”
“Wow, really cool of you to help Zuko. You didn’t have to.” Aang said cheerfully, grabbing the finished clothes and hitting them with some gusts of wind to help dry them quickly. Katara’s frown only deepened,
“You know Aang, he didn’t have to but it would be nice if you guys helped me out a little more.”
“Why? It's like your job, you know? I have to train, Zuko and Toph have to teach me, Suki has stuff to do for her people and helps you out sometimes, and Sokka is, well, Sokka. That stuff’s your thing.”
“But Aang, I teach you too.” Katara grumbled.
“I barely need help waterbending anymore, I think it’s fine.” He shrugged while he pulled on a robe. Katara ground her teeth and had to contain herself from snapping.
“I think she has a point, there’s nothing wrong with us all helping each other out a little more.” Zuko came to the rescue. But Aang simply shrugged, as if this conversation was no big deal at all.
“Sure, I’m heading back to camp. You guys coming?” Katara sighed and tried to keep her tone even.
“No Aang, I’m not finished with my job.” Aang looked pointedly at Zuko.
“I'll stay with her.”
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Took you long enough (Peter maximoff x fem reader)
Summary: you and Peter have been best friends since logan and your father needed him for a favour now it your dad's school Peter confesses his secret to you
Warnings: none just fluff
A/n: a day or two ago I posted a poll on what fic I should upload next and Peter was the most requested I'll do another one in a day or two with the other two and one more that I'm finishing.
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The halls were flooded with students in the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, your fathers school matter of fact your Walkman playing your music through your ears, not bothering with anyone, till you bumped into a certain speedster.
"Peter christ I almost dropped my books" you huffed peeling your headphones from your ears, "sorry I gotta go I'm super late for class" he said speeding away in a flash, pretty ironic he has superspeed yet is always superlate you often thought that was his supernatural ability being late for everything.
You had met Peter before you dad restarted the school, back in the 70s when Peter helped magneto escape prison with your dad, hank and logan, from then on your became friends with your supernatural abilities and similar music taste was how you bonded.
Your father was sceptical with the friendship since Peter was a boy and your dad charles was very protective of you, finally making it to class you didn't pay attention since your dad taught you most of the stuff you needed to know growing up.
Once the class was over you were greeted by Peter who stood outside your class waiting for you, "hang out?" You asked since you didn't have anymore classes for the rest of the day, "read my mind" he smiled "well it is my power" you laughed so did he "hold on" he said grabbing on to you as he sped you to your room.
You never got used to the speed he went the first time you got whiplash and a few times after that, you made it to your dorm room in the blink of an eye, "I'll never get used to that" you chuckled your supernatural ability was the same as your father's getting into people's heads reading their minds.
"It is cool though" he smirked plopping down on your bed, you placed a record on, placing the needle on the round disc, plopping beside Peter "so what you wanna talk about?" You asked grabbing the magazine you forgot to finish off the night before about the latest celebrity gossip.
"Well actually there's something I've been meaning to tell you" he nervously chuckled scratching the back of his neck, "What's up?" You closed the magazine giving Peter you full undivided attention, "well you know we've been friends for a while" he started you nodded encouraging him to continue you felt nervous you could've read his mind to know what he was going to say but you didn't like reading minds invading their thoughts.
"And I know you promised me not to read my mind to know what I'm thinking but that's because I've been keeping a secret from you" he paused you furrowed your brows confused Peter told you absolutely everything you were his best friend, "omg it's that girl in class I knew you liked her" you realised acting all excited but in reality you were sad.
Peter is your best friend but you had a big fat crush on him since you first met you seen him date other girls but they never worked out you were always happy when he had a girlfriend making him happy but that selfish part of you couldn't wait till they broke up.
"No, no its not her but I do like someone like a lot" he chuckled so did you seeing the blush rising in his cheeks, "then who Peter come on I'm your best friend you can tell me" you egged on Peter was hesitant to say another word scared that what he would say would upset you and ruin the friendship you two had built.
"Well she is in my class infact she knows me very well and I feel like we're the same person" he hinted you tried to think of everyone in the school that talks to Peter a lot but you couldn't think, "just tell me Peter" you couldn't guess who it was at all Peter just stared at you hoping you would click on "it's me?" You gasped in shock now finally connecting the dots.
"Took you long enough" Peter nervously laughed the slight fear that you'd reject him made him regret his choice, "I don't know what to say Peter when? how? why?" Your head was filled with questions you couldn't wrap your around it. Peter let out a soft chuckle at how confused you were.
"Well when I first met you, how and why because you're beautiful y/n your smart, funny and most of all you know me well how could I not" Peter smiled you couldn't help it you wrapped your arms around Peter connecting your lips together in a sweet tender kiss.
You felt like that girl in the movie's were they finally kiss the person they loved, as cliché as it sound but it was true, having peters lips on yours made you feel like a million dollars.
You pulled away from his lips blushing, you kissed your best friend you didn't know what to say now. it wasn't awkward you just didn't know what to say, "that was amazing" Peter whispered he also couldn't believe what just happened he had been dying to confess his feeling to you for months and he finally mustered up the courage to do so.
"It was" you bit your fingernails with nerves your mind fogged with more questions, what was this for us?, what if we don't work?, you cleared your throat to speak "what are we now like where do we go from here?" You asked you did have strong feelings for Peter but you didn't want to rush into a relationship and then your friendship might go tits up.
"Whatever you want to do if you don't want to rush into anything right now I'm totally ok with that I just wanted you to know how I feel" Peter reassured you, "maybe take it slow before jumping on the ban-wagon if we work we work if we don't then we will continue our friendship like it is" you settled Peter seemed happy at that agreeing with you.
"That's fine by me, oh want me to change the record" Peter asked now realising the record you put on was now finished, "Yeah thanks peter" you smiled.
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Mediscout cute headcanons!!!
(Omg yea I love these guys so much, def one of my main ships. I also rlly like their dynamic in emesis blue but y’know, not very cute. I have a lot of thoughts about these guys so I accidentally made this really long— word count: 1714. Thx for requesting! :3)
Medic x Scout headcanons!
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
☆Platonic☆
Scout’s definitely scared of Medic at first
I mean, when your coworker mentions plans about putting a baboon uterus inside you you’re gonna be a little on edge
Avoids checkups for so long Medic has to find him and drag Scout himself to the medbay
“Sheiße, you are acting like a little child right now, it is not such a big deal Herr Scout. I am simply going to check a few things.”
“Well I’m sorry if I ain’t too thrilled to have some psycho puttin’ needles or animal parts or whatever in me.”
Medic groaned. “I just need to check your temperature, heart rate, and blood pressure. Now can you please shut your mouth and let me work?”
While he took Scout’s heart rate, both annoyed, Archimedes flew to Scout’s shoulder and nuzzled into the man’s neck
After the checkup Medic sighed and ushered his dove over. “Him? Really Archimedes?”
The dove cooed. “Well then, I trust your judgement, I suppose I’ll try to be nicer to him.”
After that he did try to be kinder to Scout, staying around him more, listening to what he’s saying at dinner, looking through his room to learn more about him—
That’s not how Scout interpreted it though, and one day when Medic was trailing a little too close to him again he just snapped “Will you fuckin’ cut it out!?”
“Cut what out?”
“This- this weird stalkerish thing you’re doing. What, you makin’ fun of me? You gonna take my organs in the middle of the night? What do you want?”
“Oh. I was trying to be nicer to you. I could stop if you want.”
“If you wanna be nice you could try talkin’ to me for once.”
And Medic did
Both of them are absolute yappers, and Scout quickly got more comfortable with Medic as they talked more
He’ll never forget the first time he saw Medic laugh
Like, genuinely laugh
He’d seen Medic laugh many times before, either on the operating table or during battle but it was always just…scary
When he actually laughed Scout couldn’t help but laugh as well, because Medic’s real laugh was so different of what he had thought of him
It was warm and nice, and suddenly Medic wasn’t just this psycho ex-doctor, he was also his friend
When they go out for drinks Medic often has to carry Scout back to the base because of his incredibly low alcohol tolerance (not that it’s hard though)
Medic would teach Scout how to take care of his birds in the case he was especially busy, Scout’s their godfather now
I feel like they’d also work well in a qpr, though Medic would have to help Scout a little since he’s been comfortable with his asexuality for longer and has probably been in one before
I headcanon them as both on the ace spectrum so I’m gonna delve into that a bit
I feel like Scout is graysexual while Medic is completely sex-repulsed
Scout honestly would’ve thought he was allosexual for the rest of his life until he heard Medic talking about how being ace felt for him
And he was like “huh, I relate to some of that”
Scout definitely has a lot of questions though
“So like- what’s romantic? Cus I don’t wanna take this too far, but you’re my cucumber, or squash— whatever the word is an’ I wanna show that I care about ya.”
“It’s zucchini, Jeremy. And the point of being in a queerplatonic relationship is that we get to make our own rules for what works for us. All you have to do is ask me if you want to try something.”
“Oh, um, well then. Is it okay if I kiss your cheek, doc?”
“Yes, Jeremy, it’s very okay.”
♡
Biggest dorks ever btw
Just so you know
☆Romantic☆
Medic would fall in love (or realize it at least) over something trivial
Accidentally brushing hands, a word of praise after a battle that made Medic especially appreciated, Scout falling asleep on his shoulder at movie night, etc.
It was weird, because Scout was almost the opposite of his type, he was loud, arrogant, and less than intelligent, but he accepted Scout as the outlier
Even though Medic fell first he didn’t initiate it
Though his moral compass was less than straight when it came to advancing the field of medicine, it felt weird to be the one starting anything with a guy nearly 20 years younger than him
He even performed a brain scan on Scout just to double-check his brain was fully developed (surprisingly, it was) so he could feel less weird about his crush
For a long time he just thought of it as an enjoyable distraction, not anything that could go anywhere
Scout liked Ms. Pauling, and Medic was fine with it. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to date Scout, he just liked the idea of a relationship, and Scout was an attractive man he could project those wants onto.
At least that’s how he reasoned it to himself
The giddy laugh Medic couldn’t help but let out every time he saw him, the way he always made sure to be gentler when he gave Scout his shots, how a Boston accent now equaled attractive in his mind (that didn’t come from Scout though, that’d be ridiculous)
With Scout though, his moment of realization was much less trivial
He was at four health a minute away from the end of the match, desperately trying to keep the blood from the bullet wound in so he wouldn’t have to go to respawn
Getting in respawn at the end of a match was miserable, because you might get stuck in there for hours after so everyone tried to avoid it at all costs
Scout’s eyes widened as he watched his health drop to three, no dispenser in sight
He closed his eyes and mentally prepared himself for sitting in the cold room for god know how long, until he saw a light above him
Holding his medigun, Medic stood above him, and the red glow surrounding him as he healed him made him almost look like an angel, his saviour
A psychotic angel, but an angel nonetheless
He felt Medic grab him by his collar (at what point did his knees go weak?) and say to him “Get up schweinhund, and fight.”
They won the match, at least that’s what Scout heard, he didn’t remember anything after Medic saved him
His entire body was on autopilot until the time he went to bed, when he had all night to think about how he was definitely attracted to guys
He definitely had a type though, regardless of gender
Glasses, dark hair, smarter and more mature than him (though that was a low bar), an itty bitty bit psychotic and have huge honkers— (jk jk jk)
Scout starts coming to the medbay for the tiniest things now so he can see Medic more
“Medic, I got a splinter” “Medic, my elbow’s sore” “Medic, I have a major crush on you and don’t know what to do with it”
After a bit of this, Scout just gave up excuses, Medic didn’t seem to mind his company
It became routine, after dinner Scout’d follow him to the medbay and talk with him while Medic filled out paperwork, occasionally giving a nod or short question to let Scout know he was still listening
One night though, Scout didn’t follow him back
Medic was disappointed, he had gotten rather fond of his chatter, but shrugged it off as Scout being tired
After a few minutes of paperwork, there was a knock at the door
He opened it to see a very nervous Scout holding a bouquet of roses
“H- hey doc! Um, y’know, we’ve been hangin’ out for a while, I really like you, and I hope you at least like me a little, so, uh, wanna go on a date sometime? Please?”
Medic just stands there for a solid bit before taking the flowers and smiling. “I’d love to.”
Scout takes him to a nice restaurant (that was definitely his idea and not Spy’s) and pays the bill for the both of them, which was substantial because Medic has a taste for the most expensive things on the menu
And Scout is a hella picky eater
“So like, can I have the steak, but - and stay with me here - you grind it up, grill it, cut one of the rolls in half and add the steak, along with fuckin’ ketchup, mustard, lettuce, pickles—”
“Sir, are you describing a burger to me?”
“...yeah?”
“It’s on the kids menu.”
“Oh. Sweet, then can I have that?”
After the date Medic lets Scout kiss him
They suck I hate them so much I don’t think about them all the time (lying)
Nicknames Scout calls Medic: Doc, Angel, Angelcakes, Babe
Nicknames Medic calls Scout: Hase, Schatz, Liebling, Dear
On the battlefield Scout’s constantly by Medic
“Hey Angelcakes, check this out!” “Didja see that? Didja see that?”
If they have to be separated any time Scout sees him he’ll give Medic a kiss
“Hase you’re at ten health, can you please stop trying to kiss me for a second so I can heal you?”
“Ugh, fine.”
After he’s done Medic gives Scout a kiss. “Thank you, on your way.”
Clingy ass motherfuckers
Scout’s way more obvious with it than medic though
Medic hardly even has to do anything, they’ll just be talking and Scout’ll notice half-way in the conversation that he’s cuddled up in Medic’s arms
Scout often sits in Medic’s lap as he works, rambling on about some comic he read or whatever.
After a few months of dating Medic only sleeps in Scout’s room
It feels more homey than his, which he admittedly already slept in very little due to his unfortunate habit of passing out at his desk
Nights often consist of Scout cuddled into Medic’s chest while Medic reads aloud to the both of them
(real talk reading together is such an underrated couple activity can we talk about this—)
“ —alright, that’s the end of the chapter. Liebling, are you asleep?”
“Nah, just relaxed. Love you angel.”
“I love you too Jeremy, Goodnight.”
They are the biggest saps ever and I will stand by this until the day I die
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
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A tribe composed only of men in a tropical forest. They are cannibals and eat members of other tribes and trespassers. Reader and her group was captured and since the chef and the other members found her cute and breedable, they decided to not eat her and make her the "mother" of the tribe. Thanks!
—anonymous
—a/n: hm, im a lil iffy doing this one due to potential xenophobia and cultural insensitivity (regardless of what one may think of certain customs, the tribes who inspired this such suggestion are still people who deserve a measure of respect), so i’ll be changing the species and incorporate it in my beastfolk au instead to hopefully avoid offending anyone.
also, this turned into a fic (plus me making it into beastfolk au so no claiming without permission) lmao so not really a concept anymore. sorry about that! im keeping the format tho.
also, I wanna make a note for you for the asterisk marking in the tag list. the word i made up (Ce’ne, specifically) basically meant both ‘mother’ and ‘father’ and can be passed as gender neutral, to have/give children. to be safe though, im marking it as gendered language.
—tw / tags: gn reader, brief use of gendered language*, language barrier, injuries, horror, implied maneating, gore, multiple deaths, implied trespassing, implied beastfolk trafficking, kidnapping, confinement, body painting, teratophilia, exophilia, general yandere themes, sfw?
—readers are advised to read at their own discretion.
—featured character(s): the jaguars tribe / the ‘Jags’, the Scarred One
—word count: 2.1k
—this is part of my beastfolk universe!
—zoo era.
Everything hurts, especially the excruciating pain in your back. It felt as though your flesh had been flayed and then set ablaze, the agony akin to acid being poured into open wounds. You groggily dragged your eyes open with a whimper choked out from your dusty throat. Needles of numbness buzzed on your damp skin and the only sound you could hear was the pounding of your own heart in your ears.
It was dark when you came to, but not pitch-black as you could see thin gaps of light creeping through wherever you were currently. The flickering golden light was in a constant motion, casting dancing shadows across the space. You could smell a smoky scent of burning wood and the air was heavy and damp, hanging on your skin like a winter blanket. Your brain was still groggy and the answers to where you were and why, were not forthcoming.
At hearing your groans, someone hissed out for your attention, “—! —! Are you okay!?” They kept their voice low, as if they were trying to avoid alerting anyone outside the threshold you were placed in.
You could barely see with the blur of pain fogging your eyes, but you slowly shook your head, “I…I don’t know.” You desperately searched for the owner of that voice, but you found nothing but a shifting blob of shadow some feet away from you. You couldn’t move, your arms tied to what felt like a wooden pole and your ankles bounded together with bushy ropes. Your head was ringing loudly and you moaned, “Wh—what happened?”
“T-the d-director fucked over all of us, —!” Their reply was edged with a sense of betrayal, “He was one of ‘em fuckin’ zoo hunters, using us to get close to the Jags—!”
Fuck. You remembered with a contorted grimace. As an up-and-coming researcher with a vested interest in studying the feral beastfolks and animals, you had ambitions and dreams realized. You had been honored to have encountered and even personally met a handful of tribal people. Although It was no grand merit, you learned enough about their customs and languages to set up a survey to map out the possible locations of local tribes.
As you’d learned, this knowledge was a dangerous thing to have.
The director must have been after a specific tribe of the feral beastfolk; the whiskeredfolks with ringed spots in their golden fur that you and your colleagues had nicknamed 'Jags.'. Unlike the timid, long-legged tribe you had befriended with and the one with thick-maned people with whom you had more tenuous relationships with, this particular one was notorious for being dangerous and killing the outsiders on sight.
Without a doubt, you and your expedition group had flown too close to the sun and got burned for it. Despite your frequent warnings, the so-called director convinced everyone to take just a 'few steps closer' to the Jags’ territory. In a blink, all hell’s broke loose.
You remembered the sound of roaring and the sight of bodies scantily clad in animal skins launching themselves at you and your people, weapons in hand. You felt a searing pain in your back and then darkness consumed you. The last thing you saw was gruesome, with a spear tearing through a fellow researcher’s chest.
The vision still burned within your mind’s eye and tears stung your bruised cheeks.
“S—shit,” You dug the soles of your bare feet (what happened to your boots?) into the wet dirt and thumped your head against the wooden pole. You tried counting what you could see, but there was only one. “w-where is everyone else?”
Your colleague went quiet. The jeering laughter and a sole human shrieking followed your question. The screaming sounded suspiciously like the director’s—and your blood went cold when that cry abruptly ended to a gurgle.
The shadow blob nodded, their motion solemn in the darkness, “We made him confessed when ‘ey tossed us in here when you were still out. Since ‘en, ‘em cats started picking us clean one by one. ‘e bastard was the first one to go, probably because he’s big and meaty.”
You caught a hitched breath and heard them shuddering, “We’re ‘e last ones. Why didn’t we listen to you?” Your colleague choked.
Why didn’t they, you’d wonder about this for the rest of your remaining life, but now, your brain could barely function with your back throbbing in pain. You could feel the back of your shirt being soaked through with your warm blood and your body slowly going cold. With a rasping breath, you rolled over your heavy head to your fellow researcher, “H—hey, at least…at least we’re dying doing what we loved, right?”
It was a shit joke, but it was enough to get them to snort.
“Hopefully ‘ey’d put us out quicker ‘an what ‘ey did to ‘e bastard.” They mumbled.
A whispering flap of the tent’s entryway fluttered.
A flickering light blinded you, casting shadows across the dark enclosure and preventing you from seeing who had entered. Several footsteps grinding into the dirt and a brief warmth pressed against your knees. You heard a mumbling in another language, oddly approving, and a short shuffling from where your colleague was.
The light was gone and you found yourself alone in the suffocating darkness. With a slow groan, you braced for your inevitable end, hoping that at least everyone in your group had met a quick demise.
Sans that fucker of a director who lured you all into a death trap.
You closed your eyes, not expecting to see another day.
When you woke up, you saw the daylight creeping inside the gaps of the woven palm leaves and blinked in confusion. When you turned your head, you realized you were resting on a soft bedding, of dried leaves and colorful fabrics, and was staring at the knitted canopy. Weren’t you tied up to a support pole earlier, with your back gaping and bleeding?
A moan tumbled out from your lips. From the corner of your eyes, you saw movement and you jerked when a voice bellowed not too far away from you. As if they were raising an alarm—or calling for someone’s attention. Fear struck your heart—
And you so wanted to move. Your body was too stiff and your muscles soft from exhaustion and strains from your injuries. Absently, your skin itched and you somehow found enough strength to glance down your body.
You swallowed thickly at your current state.
Where had your clothes gone? Why were you half naked and wearing patterned animal skins? Why had they tended to you at all?
On your skin, leaves and odd colored globs were plastered over your injuries. Why had they spared you?
“R’oa,” a deep voice entered your ears and drenched your spine with a shiver.
Hello, you absently translated from knowing some of the local common tongue. You slowly rolled your head over and blinked at the sight of the kneeling figure. Your heart jumped to your throat when it dawned on you on who he may be.
His face and body were marked with striking decorations of rosettes and bright painted patterns you recognized as his people’s custom. He wore ornate accessories, including a heavy ring through his flared nostrils, to signify his rank in the tribe. Towering over you with ease, he was large and his presence nothing but raw power and his naked torso coiled with rippling muscles.
But, none of his features stood out as much as his scars littering his skin—and one of which had left a long, jagged pit down his cheek and left his eye an striking grey hue. He was a well fought warrior, perhaps the best in his tribe.
Without a doubt, you were in the presence of one true predator.
Shakily, you nodded with a quiet return of his foreign language.
He seemed pleased by how submissive you were being.
There were no other option left but to humor the person who could easily shallow you whole in several gulps.
“*Canu zuhs nu i'ars nuus nil zuazsu.” He grasped on your forearm, the pads on his palm were coarse and hard on your skin, and tugged you off your bed.
Come...meet…people? You groggily tried to translate, as you went along with the whiskeredfolk’s whim. A yelp darted from your lips, when he swung you into the crook of his arm and pain rung around your eyes from the sudden movement and your injuries feeling like they were being split open once more.
“Tuil i'asu uhrthisus, ilai rsizuhs ail!” Another voice snarled out, and you flinched as you distantly heard a slap on the whiskeredfolk's person. You glanced upward and saw him wearing a crossed brow.
Injured…that was all you understood from their exchange.
With his ears folded back to his skull, the scarred male grumbled something back to the owner of the other voice. He quietened at the growling reply, and you still trembled from the way his voice seemed to burrow deep inside your skin. You could feel his foreign words through his chest, vibrating into your aching ribs.
The other voice sounded feminine, possibly aged, and you wondered if they were the one who had nursed you back to health. You had no energy to crane your head over the scarred one’s bicep to see, catching a brief glimpse of a strange hood over their head.
The scarred one took you outside, pushing the flap aside, and you winced at how bright the dabbled sunlight was. When your eyes readjusted, you blinked and regretted every decision you’d ever made in your life. Your stomach curdled at the sight and your nose stung.
Within the ashy pit, still smoking from the previous night’s bonfire, black skeletal remains hung on their respective stakes. There was little meat left on their bones and their skulls were missing. You did not wish to dwell on why and ripped away your tearful eyes from your colleagues’ bodies.
Why were you spared?
Oh, gods, the stench in the air was foul, smelling like burnt meat and melted plastic. Smothering your hands over your lower face, you gagged the exact moment the scarred male barked out. You grimaced, trying to make sense of the words he shouted out.
“Mil zuazsu, I si'ass izar suu!”
People, call.
You were so distracted by the gruesome sight that you hadn’t realized how quiet the settlement was. Initially, the only whiskeredfolks you could see were several teenage males, looking at you with curiosity in their eyes.
When you blinked, more whiskeredfolks emerged from their homes at the scarred one’s call. They quickly surrounded you, keeping a respectable distance, their eyes burning holes into your bare skin. Some had hunger in their gazes, others quiet rage, and a few were wide-eyed and curious.
You gazed across your whiskered audience, noting their muscular body shapes, and realized that most were males. You could count the females with both hands, and a sense of dread sank into your stomach. Instinctively, you knew why you were spared, but your mind screamed in denial.
The scarred one thumped his feet and swished his tail, “Tu Ce’ne phsi'asus ir i'asus i'a sarph si'ars!” His tone was exuberant, eager, and his tribe erupted in an excited murmur.
You furrowed your brows, but you could only understand Ce’ne, which meant both Mother and Father. But, who was Ce’ne?
He jostled you to your feet and kept a grip on you when you wobbled. The scarred one leaned over you, his jagged teeth beaming in the sunlight. “Na nasu zuhss ais zuazsu rius suhsssurr,”
You jumped as the entire tribe erupted in a loud roar of joy. Their eyes glittered with delight and you could feel your fear intensifying. You felt colder than you were back in the throes of blood loss from the night before. Your heart shuddered at the way they looked at you.
“sa szuhrssu zuhsais i'a Ce’ne sa phsi'ars ir sir!” the scarred one finished and clapped both of his large claws on your shoulders. He herded you closer to the mass, as if to showcase every inch of you.
Grant us cubs. That was all you could make out from what the scarred male said. Your eyes widened at the realization and a strangled whimper rose from your parched throat.
There was no escaping this, was there?
You couldn't move as the weight of the leader bore down on your shoulders, his talons cutting into your skin. Tears welled up in your eyes as a hooded female appeared with a strangely shaped bowl in her hands. You were shaking like a leaf, when she dipped her fingers into the dark, coagulated liquid within.
You sobbed the moment she smeared the tribe’s pattern onto your exposed chest, as if marking you as their property.
The Ce’ne. You were the Ce’ne.
—end
fictional translation:
Canu zuhs nu i'ars nuus nil zuazsu.
—Come with me and meet my people.
Tuil i'asu uhrthisus, ilai rsizuhs ail!
—They are injured, you stupid boy!
Mil zuazsu, I si'ass izar suu!
—My people, I call upon thee!
Tu Ce’ne phsi'asus ir i'asus i'a sarph si'ars!
—The Mother/Father graced us after a long last!
Na nasu zuhss ais zuazsu rius suhsssurr, sa szuhrssu zuhsais i'a Ce’ne sa phsi'ars ir sir!
—No more will our people suffer childless, to dwindle without a mother/father to grant us cubs!
#my writing#monster's writing. 👹#tetrophilia#exophilia#reader insert#long post#unedited#yandere#yandere imagine#yandere imagines#sfw#concept#beastfolks#beastfolk#whiskeredfolk#the jaguars#the scarred one#gn reader#more than one#tw: death#tw: confinement#tw: gore#tw: violence#tw: maneating#the jaguar tribe#the tribe#horror#tw injury
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15 Questions 15 Mutuals
Tagged by @lost-and-cused 💛
Are you named after anyone?
Yes, a musician my mother met in Russia!
When was the last time you cried?
Huh. I think like, two months back? Trigun '98 episode 23. If you know you know. (I am wrapping u up in a blanket.)
Do you have kids?
Nope! I think I might like to be a foster parent someday, though, once I have the money and the time do it properly.
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
I- huh. I was gonna say yes, but honestly, not much in the last few years? I used to be so snarky and biting, like, all the time. It must have been really exhausting for the people around me. Now I think mostly it's just when I'm venting. Wild!
What sports do you play/have played?
I dunno if it's a sport if I don't compete but I enjoy martial arts! I do BJJ sometimes but I'm not very good at it, it's just for fun.
Oh, and I was on a basketball team for a couple years, but I'm 5'3" and still don't know the rules so I think I was mostly just just for the body count, lol
What's the first thing you notice about other people?
Demeanor. Are you calm or tense? Loose or tightly-wound? Are you likely to explode if you encounter a perceived obstacle? Are you agreeable and easygoing? Or are you pent-up and raw and itching for a fight?
God, I don't think people realize how visibly LOUD they are when they're unhappy.
Some people are like music, moving along to their own little beat or tune, and then a heavy, harsh note walks in and you just KNOW they'll fuck up the rhythm if you brush too close. It's wild. Are they aware of it? Do they care? Who knows.
What's your eye colour?
Brown! Sorta like.... hmmmm. #622a0f in the middle, with a darker ring around the outside. (Never did relate to the 'brown eyes are boring' gang, always liked mine too much. Then again, I was the only one in my family with brown eyes, so maybe it was that.)
Scary movies or happy endings?
Scary movies WITH happy endings? But no, actually, I hate watching horror movies. I LIKE them, I think a lot of them are very good and it's an underrated genre, I just. Don't enjoy being scared. Or sad.
Any special talents?
I'm an artist- I enjoy watercolor, acrylic, and India ink as painting mediums, I'm rather good at realistic stippling, I'm decent at identifying animal bones, I enjoy sculpting and sewing and needle-felting, I'm finally at a point where I like to read my own writing, I enjoy interior design and have been told I'm good at it, I'm a pretty good cook, and I've been told I'm a decent singer! I can also fold incredibly tiny origami cranes, and pick up on new languages well enough for simple use.
And I be far more proud of any number of these things if I did them a little more often.
As it is, I sleep a lot.
Where were you born?
British Columbia, Canada!
What are your hobbies?
Lord, too many. I'm actually sewing a new battle jacket right now, and animating a short video. Also writing fan fiction. And reading! And I like to collect antique books and handmade ceramics and theater masks. And go antiquing. And I'm still learning to knit? Hhhhhhhhrrrrnnggfn I wish I could have a year off to just. Do things. I wanna take a pottery class! And do metalwork again!! I used to love making chain jewelry. Oh, I do beadwork sometimes! And paint! And I'm sloooooowly designing a guest room. Bfyvxuhfhgtjggjhgyu
Do you have any pets?
Yes! Big baby bird cat. He lives out of the country now, though.
How tall are you?
160cm!
Favourite subject at school?
Art. And Metalwork. And Psychology. And Literary Analysis. (And lunch break.)
Dream job?
Okay so imagine this: There's a VERY rich eccentric hell-bent on accumulating strange art, and by some miracle they are both mentally stable and not a gigantic dickhead. They travel a lot and don't really enjoy socializing so I don't have to kiss their ass.
Twice a month I receive an automatic deposit into my bank account and in return, all they want is a reasonably steady continued production of literally whatever art. Portraits, statues, robotics, ceramics, conceptual shit, costumes, carvings, literally whatever.
And they'll cover educational expenses for it all so I can go back to college and learn screen printing and 3D animation and use the kiln and shit forever and ever, and take up apprenticeships at tattoo parlors and volunteer as a face painter and pick up photography, and just create as much beauty and love and confusion and joy as I possibly can forever and ever and ever until I die.
And I'll have enough money to own my own apartment that I'll paint in all my favourite colors, with murals and everything, and have a cat who I will of course spoil rotten, and maybe adopt a few weird and goofy kids who'll have sleepovers with their friends in the living room and play new bad music that I pretend to hate, and when they fuck up and do stupid shit like kids do, maybe I'll handle it better than my adults did.
And maybe if they like making stuff too, I can make stuff with them. And maybe I'll get to see them do it better than me. And maybe I'll get to see them do everything better than me. And maybe they'll be happier, too.
So, uh. I guess I'd like to be an artist. A sugar baby-artist? Sugar baby artist combo. I'd like to have a patron is what I mean. A sponsor. Yeah
Fifteen Mutuals*:
@Melancholysage @Genderfuckedpigeon @Raspbrrytea @Qthewhatever @Sternenhimmel-mond @Mythosandsuch @Anunholymessofagirl @Ifitistobeitisuptous
@Here-you-can-read-my-feelings @Meat-puddle @Catgirlwarrior @Rodeokid @Not-fae-no-sir @Inbox847 @Pip-53
*I have no idea if we're all mutuals but take this anyways
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Wanna spend the night ?
Summary- “Are you serious? Do you know how inappropriate that is?" It wasn’t a secret that you had feelings for Javier Peña..but who would of known it wasn’t a secret for him as well.There’s a thin line between coworkers and lovers.are you both willing to cross it?
Paring-Javier Peña x fem reader
Warnings- A bit of angst, paranoia, suggestive, making out, but not detailed smut.Reader with curls mentioned,fem reader wearing booty shorts and a shirt.
Words-1,367
You-Blue
Javier-Dark purple
A/n-Did my ass actually watch narcos ? Nope.
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“Javier ?” “It’s getting pretty late…you think you could drop me home ?
He nods. His voice turning into a stern yet friendly tone. "No problem, just know we will continue to investigate tomorrow.
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He was driving you home and it was still dark outside.moon casting a glow in the windy night.
“The wind feels nice” the Colombian breeze blew through the car as he drove.
"Yea, you're right the wind is nice. It feels nice, it makes it even more refreshing to be by you." you arrived to your condo. "Do you need me to walk you in, or will you be alright on your own?" He asked engine shutting down.
You felt as if you were on pins and needles,nervous to ask him to come up.
“Can you do an …Inspection of my apartment?”
“Inspection” he asked questionably and chuckles on what you just asked.
“Yeah”
“Why? do you have pests ?”
“Haha you’re such a comedian,but I’m serious”
He mulled over the idea for a second, but he couldn't help himself. He really did like you.”Fine...just don't get used to this okay? It's only for this one time. This will be our one and only time doing something like this." He smirked, got out of the car walked over to your side of the vehicle opening it for you, and held out his arm for you to grab onto it and you guys walked together. ” wow” you gasped sarcastically “do you give the women at the brothel you frequent this same treatment? Or Am I the first ?” you jabbed. You learned Javi had a tendency to seek out brothels. Not only just for “intel” on Pablo and his goons but deep down to run from the nightmares that torment him at night. It was a low blow. You knew that. however, you couldn't help but pick at him due to your covetousness. Javier opened his mouth then closed it, licking his lips and thinking about what you said. And choose silence. “Is your apartment the first one we passed or the one further ahead of here?"
“The further ahead one”
He smiled and began to walk. He walked with his right hand in his pocket while you grabbed his left arm with your right He had to hide his grin, he was getting excited. "So if I may be a bit personal...who lives with you in your apartment?" He just wished to make conversation and he just wanted to know you, because he was actually interested.
“Wouldn’t you like to know”
He chuckled. "I want to know, tell me." He was looking down at you. "Why are you teasing me?" He chuckled once more."Who lives in your apartment? Your boyfriend? A roommate? Your mom?" His tone was still somewhat light and flirtatious.
“I live with my boyfriend” untrue,but You jest.
“No. kidding, I live alone.”
He chuckled once more and then He glanced away."So it's just you in your apartment?" He was curious about you. Just desired to pry as much out of you, His tone was delicate as he was looking back at you.
You guys reach the door, and you draw out your keys to unlock it. Walking in but before shutting the door you allow your head to peek out leaving space between the narrowly closed door and said “Javier wait!”
He stopped and slightly leaned in. "What is it,?" He asked quietly yet still flirtatiously. "I'm all ears." He smirked."Was that an invitation for me to come in?" He joked, he couldn't help but smile when he saw you cutely peeking.
“You know me too well”
“Can you stay the night ?” You dropped the daring question like a bomb.
He laughed in disbelief and then turned somewhat embarrassed. "Are you serious? "Do you know how inappropriate that is?" He chuckled again with a smirk. " Carina you're making me nervous." He laughed again, his face completely red from blushing. so whipped for you.
“What ?! I thought you were interested in me, baby ?! You say sassily, temptingly, yet annoyed.
“I’m so serious”
“It’s only inappropriate if word gets out …so ?”
He chuckled at your flirtatious tone yet sassiness and he thought it was a little cute. "You think this is some sort of joke,?" He paused as he thought about your words for a second yet he knew one thing, he wanted to,but he felt like it was inappropriate.you both could be kicked off the investigation if the DEA found our you two were mingling around. "I'll be honest, I do want to spend the night and I do feel something… but it...it's inappropriate." He sighed and looked down. "Sorry, Carina..." He said softly as if he didn't want to break your heart, he felt a slight pain in his own heart after saying it.
“Can I ask why?” You knew the answer,but you still insisted on knowing why.
The brunette DEA agent glanced up at you and then sighed as he considered his answer carefully. Yet he decided that he should be honest with you, You deserved honesty. He liked you and you liked him. "Look, I like you a lot, you are super funny and you're hot but...I'm still your partner and this is inappropriate. " He sighed and his tone was deep and calm. He had a small frown as he knew he was hurting your feelings.
“Well, it’s not like I’m your boss ?! I’m just your partner. “you argue still hell-bent on inviting him in.
He had to laugh at that comment."I mean, when you put it that way I guess..." He paused. "Okay, look. Ill spend the night and ill go along with this 'plan' of yours okay? But... let's just say I will not be able keep my hands off you, I'm a man after all...I can't help it. ok ?” He laughed once more and you opened the door for him.
He smiles softly and walks in a few steps before looking at you once again with the same smirk And walked into your condo apartment. First noticing the warm color undertone lights and vibe that emits, a coziness to your apartment.
"Oh, I almost forgot to ask. Do you have a guest room so I can sleep in or..?"
He chuckled. His voice still remained deep yet still was light like a normal person, he still wanted to be able to show his personality to you and not just the persona he had to have during investigations.
“No, I don’t have a guest room. You’ll just have to sleep in my bed.” You understood just the right words to set him off. Javier gulped, adjusting his button-up shirt. The remark made his jeans get tight.
“Plus we’re not gonna need a bed anyway. We won’t be doing any sleeping.” And…tighter.
“Hmm okay ..well make yourself at home. I’m gonna freshen up a bit and put on my night clothes”
"Alright." He bobbed. "Just don't take too long." He chuckled once again his tone was getting slightly flirtatious and deeper yet again his mojo returning. He sat down on your living room sofa and was still watching you as you walked off, his eyes stood fixated on you.
He looks up and can't help but gape for a small second, he looks away and then he looks back quickly, and then looks away yet again. He knew he wanted you, he found you incredibly attractive and he couldn't wait to see more. All he could see was the towel and his imagination ran wild. His mind was telling him to keep looking.
You finish your shower. coming out in pjs the fabric that left enough for his imagination. "That looks really great on you." He chuckled as he saw you in your booty shorts and the plain short-sleeved shirt.
He took a step closer to you and he took a big breath in as he got closer ."You look really sexy." His voice was deep and sexy and he could no longer hide the emotions he was feeling as he got closer to you.
He was almost caressing you, he could smell the shampoo that you used for your curls and he yearned for you. “Your lips look really nice, I think they look even better when they're pressed against mine."
Instead of replying with a typical cocky or sarcastic comeback..you crashed your lips onto Javier’s.Wasting no time.
He didn't expect you to do that,your tongue’s rubbed together.as you both took slow steps towards the bed room. Yet he didn't want it to stop so he just kept going with the kiss, not trying to rush anything.
He spread you down on the bed and he slowly began to take off your PJ shirt. "I’ll be gentle with you ...so don't worry." His voice was gentle, he didn't want to ruin the moment and if anything. He only wanted you to feel comfortable that night.
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Carina-Honey
Also I feel like the apt is giving this vibe
Minus the flat screen,but yeah.
Also Please don’t steal my work or translate
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♡ DESCRIPTION : coming up with an anniversary gift is a lot harder than you thought.
♡ PAIRING : boyfriend!sim jaeyun x female reader
♡ WORD COUNT : 1,101
♡ AUTHOR’S NOTE: this idea has been marinating in my head for a while but i was motivated to finally write it out when jake went live yesterday. ok i don't wanna sound delulu but i commented "what lego set are you going to build next" and he answered the question!! anyways, i'm back!!
“Wow, you look horrible.” Those weren’t the most pleasant words to hear first thing on a Monday morning. Your best friend gives you a concerned look and tries to comb through your disheveled hair with her fingers as you sit beside her in the lecture hall. You had to agree with Yunjin, you looked and felt horrible. Stress has been eating you alive recently and it definitely showed in your appearance.
The bags under your eyes were growing darker and you were starting to break out. It wasn’t enough that you were stressed from school and work, but now you had an additional reason to be stressed: Sim Jaeyun. Not to be mistaken - you loved your boyfriend with all your heart and soul.
He was the most amazing boyfriend who treated you with the utmost care and affection. Which now brought you to your current dilemma. You were approaching your 1st year anniversary and you had no idea what to gift him. Being an idol, he had the luxury to spoil you from time to time. The latest gift you received from him was a Prada bag from his time spent in Italy for Milan fashion week.
Being a full-time student with a part-time job, you didn’t have as much to spend on gifts often. You could afford to pay for dinner or movie dates once in a while but that was pretty much it. He never failed to assure you that your presence was more than enough for him, but you couldn’t help but feel guilty for not being able to reciprocate his efforts in pampering you.
“Look, I’m pretty sure Jake will appreciate whatever you give him.” Yunjin says in an effort to comfort you. “You don’t understand, Yunjin. I’ve never been with anyone long enough to celebrate an anniversary. My gift has to be perfect!” You pull at your hair in frustration, messing up Yunjin’s efforts in making you look presentable.
“How about making him something instead of buying him something?” Yunjin’s suggestion sparked an idea in your head. You had to admit, you were pretty creative and good with your hands. Embroidery had been your favorite hobby before school, work, and dating took up most of your time.
“You know what, maybe I will.”
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You enter the apartment cautiously, listening to hear for any movement that would signal a presence in the home. It wasn’t often you went to ENHYPEN’s dorm without Jake but you were glad he trusted you with the passcode for instances like this. The reason for your secret visit was to ‘steal’ one of his hoodies and embroider Layla’s face on it.
Yup, that’s the best idea you could come up with. Jake had actually brought up the request months ago when he first learned of your hobby. He spent his day off with you at your apartment, trying to get as much of your attention in the moments you weren’t studying. After spending a few hours with your nose in a textbook, your brain was completely fried and in desperate need of a break.
You were the type of person who could never sit still. Even in your free time which was meant for rest and relaxation, your fingers would always be itching to do something which is why you enjoyed embroidery, the hobby you picked up early on in highschool. You enjoyed how it kept your hands busy and the finished product gave you the feeling of satisfaction.
“Babe, come on out and take a break. I ordered your favorite steak and pasta.” Jake calls out as he opens your bedroom door. “Oh, what’s that?” He takes a seat next to you on the bed and eyes you curiously. “It’s called embroidery.” you state, your fingers focused on weaving the needle back and forth in the fabric.
“Done!” You hold up the pair of jeans, showing Jake the little daisies you just stitched on to the back pockets. “Wow! That’s so cool!” He pinches your cheeks, feeling giddy looking at your proud face. “You think you could embroider Layla onto my hoodie?” he asks. You promised him that you would but months have passed since, your busy schedule keeping you from indulging in your hobby.
Which brings you to this exact moment. You head to Jake’s room which he shared with Jay when you hear no movement within the apartment. The dorm was empty most hours of the day with Enha being at the company for practice or on set for schedules. You rummage through Jake’s closet and find the black hoodie that he wears most often.
As you exit the room, your eyes fall on the desk and see one of Jake’s Lego projects. He recently picked it up as a hobby and earned the title Lego master from the members and fans after sharing his creations. You approach the desk, admiring the beautiful flower bouquet. Your fingers trace over the delicate Lego pieces wondering why you’ve never seen it before.
You and Jake have fallen into the habit of sharing everything with each other, especially with so much time apart and so little time together. Your relationship recently consisted of FaceTime chats after classes or work, often resulting in you both falling asleep on call. He would always excitedly show you his Lego sets so it’s odd to see the unfamiliar creation in front of you.
You are so lost in thought as you continue to admire the beautiful bouquet that you fail to hear the members arrive at the dorm. The door of the room opens and you look up to see your boyfriend with surprised eyes. He glances at the Lego bouquet on the desk in front of you before his face scrunches up in distress.
“Naurrr!! My surprise is ruined!” he falls to the floor in a dramatic manner. It suddenly dawns on you as to why you haven’t seen this particular Lego set before. “I was supposed to give it to you on our anniversary. I know how burdened you feel when I give you expensive gifts so I wanted to make you something instead.” He explains as he sits deflated on the ground.
“It turns out we had the same idea.” He looks up at you and sees his black hoodie in your hand. “You’re going to embroider Layla on it?” You nod your head in response and he brightens up instantly. He stands up and wraps you in a tight hug.
“Presents are nice but just having you in my arms like this is the best gift I could ask for.”
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I’ll Braid Your Hair. [Peter Parker/Black!Reader]
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originally posted on ao3 :)
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“Argh!” Groaning, you threw your arms back in defeat and let the extension hair fall from the section parted into your scalp. An aching sensation shot through your arms, you had been trying to finish your braids for the last 3 hours, but couldn’t due to your arms feeling practically dead. You had started them the day prior and opted to finish them the next day, but procrastination and pins and needles halted your progress.
Peter was currently on your bed, finishing the Spanish homework your teacher had set. The boy set the book down and looked over to you, “You okay? Why don’t you take a break?” Peter had been there for all three hours and offered both moral and emotional support. Offer’s to help part your hair or section the extension hair exited his lips, but that was as far as the offerings went. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help, it’s just he didn’t know how to braid. You had promised to teach him someday, but never got around to it.
“Ugh, because I’ve taken 4 breaks in the last 3 hours. My arms really hurt… I just wanna finish this last section.” You complained, pushing the heels of your palms into your eyes. You heard the boy shift and start walking somewhere. Maybe he got bored with your complaining. That was when you felt him sit behind you and rest your head on the edge of the bed. “Peter, what are you doing?”
“I’m gonna braid your hair.”
“What—“
“Just—shh—lemme find a tutorial on YouTube.”
Confusion was the only word to describe how you felt. This boy, this adorable boy, was willing to learn to braid your hair for you. You almost felt like crying, it was such a sweet thing for him to do. Although, you didn’t expect any less from him. There was no denying that he was raised right. You know, for a fact, he was raised right since your mama loves him.
“Okay… I found one that seems, do-able. It may take a minute for me to, y’know, do it right.” He said sheepishly, you could almost hear the blush on his face.
A giggle escaped your lips. You listened to the sounds of the woman explaining what to do. She went through how to section the hair, how to braid it, how to feed in the hair and how to tie it off, and Peter followed every step carefully. He’d sometimes rewind the video or undo the braid, but soon enough, a braid done by Peter was added to your head.
“Damn, that was a lot more difficult than I thought it’d be.” A sigh left his lips, although you could hear his smile. Obviously, he was extremely proud of himself.
“Well done, Peter. I’m sure it looks great! Now another, like, 15 to go!” Throwing your hands in the air, you let out a fake cheer and joined in with his laughter.
You were glad he offered to braid your hair, or else your arms would be floppy by now.
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(This is based on my head canon of Marko’s mom being a seamstress and teaching him out to sew.)
Teaching moments: Marko’s backstory:
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“Mommy! Mommy!” The little 6 year old blonde curly haired boy yelled tugging on the bottom of his mothers dress. “What is it Marko! Mommy is trying to finish a project for a client!” His mother huffed looking down at him annoyed, carefully holding the sewing needle between her thumb and index finger. “Teach me!” “Teach you what?” She asked staring down at her little boy. “How to do what your doing now.” He looked up at her all wide eyed full of excitement. “Sewing?” She questioned raising an eyebrow.
He nodded his head with excitement bouncing off of him, causing his curls to bounce around. She pressed her lips together thinking about it. Before she decided it was to dangerous to put a sharp pointy needle in her 6 year old sons hand. “No sorry. Maybe when your older. You could hurt yourself easily with it.” “Please mommy. I promise I’ll be extra careful! I want to be like you!” He stared his blue eyes up at her filled with sadness. She took a deep breath before setting her needle down and turning to him. “Fine but if you prick your finger don’t cry to me.” She waived her finger at him cause him to jump up excitedly.
She pulled a chair next to her and tapped the table. “Sit.” He nodded and hopped up in the chair kicking his legs waiting patiently. She grabbed another needed and some tread and a two pieces of fabric. She took the thread and put it through the eye of the needle tying a knot at the end. “That’s how you thread your needle.” Marko nodded with his eyes sparkling with interest. “Now watch me very carefully.” She looked at him to make sure he was paying attention. His bright blue eyes never left her movements. She put the two pieces of fabric together and pushed the needle through the bottom and pulled it up then pushed it back through again. “See how it’s almost like tying them together?” She asked. “Yea I see now! I wanna try!” Marko shouted ready to get his hands on the fabric and needle. She handed him the fabric watching his eyes light up more and more. “Careful now.” She warned him. He nodded and pushed the needle through and back making a stitch. He did it until every side of the fabric was sewed together. “Momma I did it!” He beamed with excitement. “You did! Good job honey!” His mom praised him rubbing his head. Marko now felt like he had stuff to do with his mom. Weather it being sewing or taking with her. He just enjoyed learning something new and spending more time with her since she was always in her shop sewing for customers.
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THANK YOU FOR THE TAG MEL @melverie !!!!! <333
15 Questions Tag Game
01 - Are you named after anyone?
My grandma!
02 - When was the last time you cried?
...this morning in the car SHDJFJ i cry a lot anyway but i was thinking too deeply about Jack's Song by Cavetown this time HAHA
03 - Do you have kids?
Please gaze upon my darling children
04 - What sports do you play/have you played?
I started playing basketball when I was about 10, but I haven't played since I was about 17? Not for any particular reason, I just haven't found anywhere I can play at (haven't looked much either LOL) this is making me wanna look into it again though :,D
Briefly played softball for about a year in high school, it was fun! I also enjoy cycling but I dont do that a whole lot. Did a bit of boxing during the singular year I had a gym membership, and learnt that I hate arm exercises with a passion but I love getting to kick things :D I'm also a freak, a weirdo even, who likes running hahaha
This is making me sound fit but unfortunately I spend 90% of my free time drawing fictional men so I don't do a whole lot of sport... ever......
05 - Do you use sarcasm?
NOT REALLY but people seem to think so sometimes? I don't know why lol
06 - What is the first thing you notice about people?
I dont, Im really unobservant HAHAH
The exception would be if someone has a really striking or unique feature
07 - What's your eye color?
Dark brown
08 - Scary movies or happy endings?
Happy endings, I'm a baby i can't do scary movies :,))
09 - Any talents?
At last I can talk about my one true hidden talent, doing a Mort impression
Is it a good impression? I have no idea, but I can do it
10 - Where were you born?
Oman! The only country in the world that starts with the letter O!
11 - What are your hobbies?
Drawing, shockingly, is the main one, but I also enjoy animation and clay sculpting! I recently got into plush making, I really wanna learn how to sew properly so I can make Belphie's big human world outfit jacket for myself lol
I needle felt and crochet sometimes but those are really time consuming and take forever so Im never patient enough to pick them up for long lol
At this stage I would also consider my general zine shenanigans to be a hobby too, I can't get enough of these silly things
12 - Do you have any pets?
Okay I'm gonna talk about them fr now so meet Pepper and Chilli <3333
This is Pepper, shes my darling little angel who could do no wrong, she's graceful and beautiful and way too smart for her own good and I love her so much <333
And this is Pepper's son, Chilli, whom you could never tell was her son if you weren't told cause he's nothing like her. He's very clumsy and not very smart but he's very cute and handsome so it makes up for it and I love him very much too <33
Not a single thought behind those eyes
13 - How tall are you?
Like 176 cm? Which I think is around 5'9 or so?
14 - Favourite subject in school?
If we ignore art LOL I enjoyed english quite a bit! I know apparently the big draw of math is that there's only ever 1 answer but I'm not a logic brained person so I don't like that very much. I'm a certified bullshitter, I like being able to say whatever I want as long as I can justify it
15 - Dream job?
To draw anime boys all day...
If I was to be realistic though I think a job where I can use art and be creative but in a way that doesn't take the fun out of regular art would be ideal? I don't know what that looks like though
Or something with animals
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I shall tag @aspiringtrashpanda, @kawree and @featheredcrowbones no pressure ofc lol
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been learning to knit last several days (since saturday, i think? ish) and it's going pretty smoothly. learned purling last night and having some issues with twisted stitches but i think. i think i've got it. i have one long and ugly rectangle i'm just working on until i get sick of it/decide it's time to learn binding off. it's sort of fun just having like...one long progress bar lol (since it's literally all the knitting i've done barring one row of casting on/knit stitch that immediately fell off the needle and was lost forever. rip) i tend to get too invested in projects so doing "beginner projects" is not my style, better to practice rectangles and techniques for a few weeks and then start making stuff -- that's what I did with crochet and imo it worked really well
my instinct was to do continental style since it felt more like crochet but I quickly realized that was actually a detriment - hands were getting confused between crochet and knitting, leading to all kinds of issues (twisted. fucking. stitches. my bane.) english style and keeping the yarn off to the right are really helpful for like...having a mental divide that goes "okay i'm knitting now!" and i suspect it'll help keep me from getting confused when i crochet too. i could only do about two rows at a time when i started (it's like a 26 stitch row, i just casted on until i was like yep looks good....) but now i've moved up and can do several rows before needing a break (i didn't count but idk, 7-8? that's good progress for me haha). i think i have more arm/elbow pain than finger/hand like i do with crochet, which might just be a side effect of my needles being on the long side and not very good with maneuvering them yet.
i'm not expecting to get as into/advanced in knitting as i am (and want to continue doing) with crochet at least not right now - crochet projects are more up my alley (amigurumi etc, just tend to like the designs better, not interested in making huge/yarn eating/nice yarn projects like clothes yet) but i like knowing both. i wanna knit doll clothes :)
rn i'm using the needles i had lying around (ones i got in eighth grade art class and some others that came in yarn lots) but when i have an idea of what i want i'll need to buy more sizes (i have...one Big needle, a lot of tiny needles, and this one single set that's actually workable for worsted/dk weight yarn haha). but i got yarn and stitch markers etc for days already, so that's nice
all that aside i've been having fun but i have an unassembled pumpkaboo amigurumi i need to put together, and i just found the absolutely perfectest botw zelda pattern of my dreams for $1, so will probably be wobbling back over to crochet for a bit at some point soon - have to split up my hand-demanding hobbies :')
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(werewolf!Dream dnf hurt/comfort enjoy sorry this took so long )
“Shhhh, you’re ok.” George whispered as he gently ran his hand through Dream’s hair, being careful not to snag any tangles.
Dream panted and whimpered as another sharp shot of pain went from the base of his spine up to his skull. He curled up in George’s lap and went hypertensive until a minute passed. The pain subsided and he nearly collapsed onto George, almost throwing them down onto the bed.
“I hate full moons…” Dream croaked, exhausted.
“I know you do. Just a few more hours till sunrise.”
Dream and George learned very early on how different and difficult full moons are for werewolves, specifically turned-werewovles. The legends always depicted a man who would howl at the moon and grow wolf-like characteristics, the full fangs and newly grown fur. They would hunt through the night and have no issues till morning where they would return to their human state. When Dream first turned, they didn’t know what to expect on their first full moon. They thought Dream would just have to get new clothes in the morning. How wrong they were.
Since Dream wasn’t a werewolf by birth, his body was not used to the changes that would happen even years after the fact. It felt like his bones were growing and breaking under his skin, his mouth would bleed every time his fangs would come in, and his senses would go through the roof. He could hear everything, even the tiniest chicken from biomes away. Touch was the most sensitive, it felt like pins and needles all over his body and there was nothing they could do about it.
George was so scared on their first full moon, not knowing what to do as Dream screamed in pain and nearly ripped himself to shreds. But after years of finding out what works out best, he knew how to help his boyfriend in small ways.
“We can run you a bath,” George said, still running his hand through the strands, “It can help with your flare ups.”
Dream quickly shook his head, hands gripped at the sheets of their bed, “Don’t wanna move…”
“You sure? I can make it extra hot with that lavender oil you like.”
“Just-” Dream reached for George’s hand and grabbed it, his larger than normal hand completely engulfing George’s, “Just stay…Please?”
George felt his heart clench at how misty Dream’s eyes were and how tightly he gripped his hand. He hated seeing his lover in so much pain, it almost hurt him just as bad. But whatever Dream wants, he gets it, no questions asked.
He brings their joined hands up to his lips and softly kissed the rough knuckles of the werewolf in his lap, “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll take care of you until we’re old and wrinkly.”
Dream laughed as best as he could as George continued to lay kisses all over his hand.
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#HE HATES FULL MOON S S SI SMSLKMFKSLNFKISJBNKFSHFNLK;JFASLDF . 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#they are so soft and sweet and endlessly perfect to me thank you so much#sorry for taking so long answering this i got distracted and then got sick and etc etc BUT I LOVE IT AND I LOVE YOU <33333#joskers#asher tag#waaahhh#fave#fic recs#<- not really a fic or wahtever I THINK IT COUNTS i wanna be able to find this again#aughagoughg experiencing phsuycial pain IM SICK liekthey love each other manim crying
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I hate to put 2 requests in at once, but with valentines day coming up I wanted to give you time to think up a valentines drabble. That time of year has always been hard for me and I’m sure it’s hard for others too sometimes.
I love my fishy prince, so obviously wanna request a Sidon x fem reader, but if you could find time and inspiration I also think it would be cool if you could do a Bazz x reader for the Bazz lovers here. Separately of course.
TIA ❤️ your writing always makes my day!
After wandering for a while, you've found yourself in the Zodobon Highlands. The air is crisp up here, but it is a relief after working up a sweat to get here. You sit underneath the shade of a tall pine to catch your breath, your heart quickening when you hear rustling several feet away from you.
When you turn, you see the Zora prince standing between the trees. He is holding a bow and arrow, which he leans against a trunk. "I thought I'd learn how to do something new today," he explains. "Are you here to avoid it too? Valentine's Day, I mean."
You've been trying not to give it too much thought. Your intention wasn't so much to run away as it was to spend a day with yourself. Then you think about the market inundated with people trying to sell you chocolate-covered strawberries in heart-shaped containers and all the pink, white, and red everywhere. Balloons, cards, candies. You didn't want to think about it, but it was everywhere. So it only made sense that you turned and walked in the other direction . . . and kept walking, for some time.
"I guess I am, yeah," you say. "I've never liked chocolate and flowers all that much, but days like this make me feel like I'm crazy for feeling that way."
Sidon comes to sit by you. "I know what you mean. I like chocolate and flowers well enough, really, but Tula and her crew are a little overwhelming. I suppose I have no right to complain . . . I'm not lonely, at least. Not unhappy. I just prefer to stay away from them."
You feel a little conflicted as you consider his response, not relishing the thought of Tula as Sidon's Valentine. You often wonder if he has someone, but if he did, then you suppose you wouldn't have found him here alone. "I'm glad you're not unhappy. Same for me. The day is just kind of blah. I wish I felt that way about someone that I could actually be with."
Sidon studies you and picks a silent princess, rolling the stem between his fingers. "Do you feel that way about someone you can't be with, then?"
You think it is safer not to answer. A beat passes and you stare at the pool of water below the mountains, where Vah Ruta rests. You remember the story about how Link rode on Sidon's back to tame the Divine Beast. You wish you had an adventure like that one to take on with Sidon; you wish you had some special talent or ability that would make you stand out to him.
"I kind of feel that way too," he offers after several moments of silence. "The people who bug me on Valentine's Day aren't the one I want to hear from. So, I hide . . . because it hurts to see her, but then she finds me anyway."
It takes his words a minute to sink in. You look over and realize his hand is trembling as he fidgets with the flower, his gaze flickering from your eyes to a random patch of pine needles on the ground. "I hate it that I feel like I can't ask her on a date," he continues. "I very much want to, but I worry about the attention she'll get. The Zora can be a little . . . unwelcoming sometimes, especially toward Hylians, and when a matter concerns their prince. If anyone ever hurt her, I would feel responsible. So, it's easier to just hope someday the feelings will go away, and avoid everything romantic in the meantime."
"Oh, Sidon." You reach for his hands. Words and thoughts fail you. Of all the things you expected to happen on this day, this would not have even been the last. It was never a thought to begin with, so it had no sequence in the order of your expectations.
"I'm sorry," he says. He holds your hands for a moment, then pulls back. "This is incredibly selfish of me. To tell you how I feel, but to be too cowardly to act on it. But you seemed . . . sad, and I didn't want you to think . . . to believe that no one is thinking of you on this day, because I am. I always am, Y/N."
It is just like him. To be sad himself, but to see an opportunity to make someone else happy and take it. He has made you happy, but it is bittersweet. You want the thing he suggests so much. Until now, you had thought it impossible because you believed there was no way he could feel anything other than friendship for you.
"You're not a coward." You understand his reasoning, and you've tried to stay out of the spotlight because you understand so well. Even revealing how close your friendship is with the prince could bring unwanted attention from his fan club. "You're a prince, who will one day be king. Of course it matters what your people think about you. You must do what is right, even if . . . even if I feel the same way about you."
Both of you stare silently at Vah Ruta for a while. The sun is beginning to sink to oblivion to give the moon its turn, a chilly wind blowing through the trees. Sidon releases a breath and says, "To Hylia with what people think." He shifts to rest his weight on his knee, and he looks like he is about to propose. "Y/N, I want you to be my Valentine. Will you?"
He holds the silent princess out to you. "I should have gotten you real flowers," he says, frowning. "More of them, I mean. A whole bouquet or twenty."
You accept his offering. "One is more than enough," you tell him. "Really, I hate getting flowers as gifts. They wilt and die, and then I get sad."
You and the silent princess are nearly crushed in his embrace. "I promise I'll never give you another flower, then. Wait." He pulls back again. "Are you saying yes?"
You chuckle, wipe your eyes that have suddenly become watery, and nod. "About that date . . ."
"Yes. Where do you want to go?"
He sees you look longingly toward Vah Ruta and nods.
"I like that idea very much. Climb on my back -- it will be much faster than walking."
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@xioproceed tagged me in this a bit ago so i am doing it now, hello
Are you named after anyone? if i had any thoughts in my head when choosing my current legal name beyond "it sounds nice" i have forgotten them. i just chose rue cus its cute + some familial/cultural associations with the plant.
Do you have kids? behold, a sonboy:
What sports do you play/have played? i've never been seriously interested in a single sport in my life, though i did enjoy kickball as a kid. no wait, IS DOG WALKING A SPORT
Do you use sarcasm? sometimes, but i am nervous of upsetting people so it's mostly just internal sarcasm. (i have been told my sarcasm is way too dry and blunt and does not come across the way i intend... autism brains blues?)
What is the first thing you notice about people?
based on what random strangers on the street take note of when passing me by, it's either
-my dog
-my glasses
-the fact i always wear so much purple
I MISREAD THIS QUESTION AND ONLY REALIZED OVER AN HOUR LATER...... the first thing i notice about people is their height (esp if they're the same height or shorter than myself) and/or their hair. i avoid looking at peoples' faces directly due to autism lol. so hair and general body build is a major way i identify and remember people.
What is your eye color? green
Scary movies or happy endings? can scary movies not have happy endings...... anyway i don't know how to answer this, every movie i can remember watching lately wasn't scary and the endings are not quite good but not quite bad.
Any talents? years of being a reclusive introvert escaping to the internet has given me a crazy fast words-per-minute on the keyboard and touch typing skills. also i write ok prose i guess
Where were you born? usa
What are your hobbies? writing, needle felting, picking up fibercraft hobbies i never commit to, reading, collecting old (80s and earlier) SFF paperbacks, video games, my dog
Do you have any pets? behold, yet again, sonboy:
How tall are you? under 5 feet
Favourite subject in school? english and japanese/foreign language learning in general
Dream job? man i just want to be able to live on more than 9k/year
i ain't tagging anyone, do this if you wanna
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