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meo-on-prairie · 9 months

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Deserve Better

Prompt: After a shitty breakup, involving a douchebag of an ex, who makes you realize he never loved you to begin with. You went to your best friends for comfort, but instead of telling you “you deserve better”, they show you the best you deserve.

Word count: 1786

Tags: FLUFF, a tablespoon of Angst, hurt and comfort, Gojo and Getou being sweetest boys, satosugu established, satorugu x reader not yet, mention of: manipulation and love bombing.

Rambling: This is an extremely self-indulgence fic, heavily inspired by my shitty ex lmao. I just wanna be sandwich between Gojo and Getou to comfort my angry heart :((. This is a mini series, I wanna able to make this series to be compose of a bunch of stand-alone fics that merge together. This is my first time writing after a long while so…

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“He was a pathetic liar!” you shout as soon as Suguru opens the door. Tears are streaming down your faces and you can’t seem to make them stop. The sight of your face full of anger and sorrow quite nearly broke Suguru’s heart. Oh, how he wished he could erase your pain. Not make your pain go away, no, he wanted to erase it from your life completely.

Satoru walks toward the door after hearing the loud commotion, “what did he do this time?” he said knowing exactly who was responsible for your tears. With all honesty, Satoru is only asking for your sake, if he could have it his way, violence is always the answer.

Satoru and Suguru are used to this, it’s been 2 years of this clockwork. Ever Since you start dating your pathetic boyfriend, Anthon, it been a cycle of you venting to them about your relationship problem, them telling you to break up with the fucker, and you “work it out” with the douchebag, who can only tell lies and empty promises, the next day and all is good for about 1 month. It’s the same cycle of them clearly seeing that you are being manipulated, yet unable to do anything. But then again, what can they do? They’re only your friends, nothing more even if they want to be more, and as friends, the only thing they can do is be there for you.

Anthon was your first love, your glasses were not tinted, it was dyed rose-pink. You loved him with everything you got, always there to support him mentally, emotionally, and even sometimes financially. In return, he would love-bomb you with constant, nonstop, overly cheesy affectionate words. He also made a lot of promises to you: of marriage, of spoiling you, of being a better man for you, of being faithful to you; all of which are empty and meaningless in hindsight. They’re so meaningless in fact that it led you to break-up with him 2 weeks ago.

You were tired of his empty words, so you laid down your boundary, you told him you would never want to marry someone who refuses to find a job to support themselves. His answer? “Why can’t you be nicer about these things? Your words cut deep”. Anthon was a man of nothing, he had nothing but his words, and even then he couldn't even keep them. But you loved him, so you put it all aside, all his actions, all his shortcomings, his unwillingness to change for himself; you put it all aside and waited with baited breath, surely, surely…. Surely he’ll do as he said. He never did.

“Come in first, the night is cold, I don’t want you to get sick” Suguru ushers you through the door and into their apartment. As Suguru guided you toward their living room, Satoru went into the kitchen to grab some tissues, water, and something for you to eat your feelings away.

As soon as your body touched the soft velvet material of their couch, you crumbled into Suguru’s arms. He pulls you in closer to his body as yours shakes and heaves, you two sit like that for what feels like an eternity as you let the tears that carry your pain and sorrows fall from your eyes. Your hands balls up Suguru’s shirt as you cry in his embrace, you try to control your sob but it only makes your body shakes harder, almost hyperventilating.

“Shhhh, take your time, let it out. I’m here… we’re here… we’re not goin’ anywhere”

“He said he loves me! He said he wanted to marry me! And not even 2 weeks after our breakup, he’s getting his dick wet and telling another girl he loves her!” you choked out in anguish, still in denial that any of this is real.

“How did you find out about that?” Satoru asked, carrying a tray full of food; after hearing your sobs, he decided that a few snacks wasn’t going to cut it.

“Because the fucker doesn’t even have the decency to keep it private, he been posting her all over his social media!” you swipe out your phone in frustration, pulling up Anthon’s account to show your two best friends the picture of your ex and the girl sitting on his lap, kissing.

They both make a face when you show them the picture, “gross” they said in unison as Satoru places the tray on the table and sits down on your other side.

“I’m just so angry, I can’t believe I wasted 2 years loving someone who never was truthful to me! How can I be so stupid?” your tears are boiling hot, they feel like acid on your skin.

“Hey, hey, look at me, you’re not stupid for simply loving someone.” Satoru cups your face with his hands, nudging you to face him, his thumbs gently wiping away your tears. You close your eyes and feel the warmth of his hands. It’s comforting to be held so gently.

“That’s right, don’t shame yourself for being strong enough to love someone with all you got. That’s a strength, not a weakness.” Suguru agrees, pulling a couple of tissues from the box and handing it to you.

You take the tissues from him to wipe away the tears and blow your nose, it was getting a little hard to breathe from crying, “Thank you… It just hurt realizing that even though I loved him, he never loved me; at least, I don’t think someone who loves me would go out of their way to hurt me like this. Him posting her and rubbing it in my face not even 2 weeks later makes me feel like… I just wasn't worth loving…”

“You’re right, someone that loves you wouldn’t hurt you like he did. But that doesn’t mean you’re unlovable. To us, you’re worth all the love this world has to offer…” Suguru whispers, placing his hand on your shoulder, and he means it. God, does he mean it. Satoru can see it in his partner’s eyes, the same feelings he has.

Satoru and Suguru have loved each other deeply since they were kids, but they always feel something is missing in their relationship. When you walt into their life when they were 15 through the door call “physic group project”, they thought something was wrong with them. They still very clearly love each other, their love is still burning, but their hearts forget how to beat when you smile at them.

How can they not fall for you? You’re kind, so kind you would push aside your shyness and discomfort to help those that need it. You’re intelligent, you quite literally carried them through that physics group project. And dear god, the way you just fit perfectly into their dynamic makes them realize very quickly that they desperately want you to be a part of their life. So desperately, they couldn’t bring themselves to tell you about their feelings in fear of scaring you away from them forever.

“Tell you what? Let’s watch some true crime documentary that you like so much since you’re secretly a sociopath, maybe they’ll give you the inspiration of what to do for revenge?” Satoru said with a smirk.

“If inspiration striked you, we’ll be your executioners.” Suguru added, smiling in relief seeing that you're feeling better after letting it all out. You let out a small giggle and nod.

Satoru turns on the TV and searches for “Unsolved” while Suguru goes to grab the three of you a blanket. When Suguru comes back with the blanket, you get comfortable cuddling between the two of them on the couch. Between Satoru’s jokes about how if he was the detective case wouldn’t have gone cold, and Suguru’s soft chuckles of ‘sure babe’ at his boyfriend’s comment,you start to feel a lot better.

You have always felt the most at home with them. It felt natural to be with them, Satoru’s humor brings laughter into your day, Suguru’s gentleness makes you feel safe. They ground you. You’re starting to wonder why you were even with the dirtbag when you have best friends who show you how you should be treated. But before you can think more on that, drowsiness takes over you.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. With how hard you were crying and the emotional turmoil you experienced, it would be more surprising if you stayed awake. Satoru looks over to the sight of your sleeping face. He squeezed Suguru’s hand he been holding behind you on the headrest of the couch.

Suguru looks over at Satoru and notices where his gaze was directed at. “I don’t want to see her like that again. She deserves all the sunshines life has got to offer, not heartbreak” Satoru whispered softly.

“Do… you think⸻” Suguru started

“Yeah.”

It’s a silent agreement between them. They’re done with watching you on the sideline. They’re done with seeing you in pain. They don’t want to be afraid of losing you anymore if it means they have to leave your happiness in the hands of some other dudes that’s not them. In the hands of someone that doesn’t know how to cherish it like they do.

Suguru gives Satoru’s hand 3 long squeezes, I love you. A soft and silent affection flows between them. You always joke that they’re each other's twin flames due to how they seem to be sharing the same soul; their ideology, way of thinking, even how they feel. They’re so similar despite different personalities it’s uncanny. But they think that if they’re each other’s twin flame, then you would be their soulmate.

They let go of each other's hands so Satoru can carry you into their guest’s room. Well, they call it that but the color and decorations they have in it are all catered to your liking, plus no one beside you ever stays the night anyway.

Suguru opens the door to the room for Satoru. They laid you down and tucked you in.

Suguru went into the bathroom to get a damp face towel. He softly wipes away your streaks of tears so you can sleep comfortably without feeling the stickiness from your tears.

They closed the door as quietly as possible so they don’t wake you, not before glancing at you one last time.

Looking at each other, eyes full of love and determination, they silently vow to each other. They’re going to make you fall, sweep you right off your feet. They’ll treat you like you’re their most prized treasure. You’ll fall for them so hard, you’ll forget you’ve ever loved anyone but them.

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bakutreats · 3 months

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matchmaking. bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

BAKUTREATS .ᐟ navi. bnha m.list. bakugou 'asot' m.list.

synopsis .ᐟ pro-hero dynamight likes to do one (1) type of pr event, and that's going to schools and talking with kids. when dynamight visits your twins' school, the twins hatch a "perfect" plan between dynamight—bakugou katsuki and you—their mother.

content .ᐟ fluffy, fluff, kids. fraternal twins, single mother!reader, older!reader, pro-hero!bakugou katsuki, ooc bakugou katsuki, flirty bakugou katsuki, shy reader lmao, marupok ka bai, reader is 33, bakugou is 27, extrenely self-indulgent hehe

word count .ᐟ 2.0k+

chapters .ᐟ one | two | three

tag list .ᐟ open! ask and you shall receive ^^

Bakugou Katsuki is usually not the biggest fan of anything related to public relations. He feels as though it's a waste of time trying to look good for the public, maintaining a spotless image and a fantastic reputation, just so that some random people will think positively of you. So what if they do? All he wants to do is be a damn hero. The other shit that's apparently needed to be done is extremely unnecessary in his eyes; sometimes it even feels fake.

But there is a silver lining.

The PR shit that his PR manager makes him do—he hates everything—except going to schools and talking with kids. Sure, they can be little brats, but kids are kids. They're usually more honest and upfront, not really caring about what other people think. The questions that the kids would ask would never be left unanswered (can't say the same for interviewers and reporters, though). This man is pretty honest with his answers too (though with some, he keeps them brief or vague).

So, on a random Wednesday, his PR manager (who finally caught on that he likes being around little gremlins more) told him that he'd be visiting a school around 10 AM. With events like these, it's always a surprise for the kids, because Bakugou absolutely forbids announcements of any kind, not wanting the kids' experience ruined by the paparazzi and rabid fans. The only ones who are informed are the school staff.

It's 10 AM, and Bakugou Katsuki waltzes into the school in his Pro-Hero costume. His PR manager and personal assistant were just right behind him. They met with the principal of the school, a small old lady with a soft smile on her face. She greeted them as well as thanked the Pro-Hero for giving some of his time to entertain the kids. She led them to the first classroom of the day, the old lady knocking on the door before stepping aside, gesturing for the Pro-Hero to stand in front of the door and wait for it to open.

The door opened, and he was greeted by a mature woman with a small smile on her face. "Class, someone's here to talk with you for a little bit. . ."

When Bakugou stepped inside the classroom, the kids immediately shrieked with happiness. Both boys and girls flail their arms wildly and stand up, some even kicking their seats in the process, to go and rush over to the explosive hero. Bakugou picked up one kid, a little boy with a wide, toothy grin on his face.

No one understood how Bakugou Katsuki and his extreme personality would have such patience and understanding with kids. He's rough and gruff, with an attitude that can either make you cower or want to try to fight him—and yet, here he is, standing front and center of a classroom with a rare smile on his face.

"I'm picking up the kids—I'm already at their school—Mina, we can talk about that condo later—why are you so excited. . . ?"

You walked briskly to where the playground area was in your kids' school, more focused on the conversation you were having with Mina, your cousin. You kept walking, seemingly in a sort of trance, or rather, muscle memory, because you've been doing the same routine since they started preschool. It's as if your legs had a mind of their own at this point. But something was amiss. You slow down when you realize there aren't any children playing around and laughing and screaming. Haruki and Harumi weren't there. Your heart skipped a beat.

Luckily for you, there was another mother who was walking away from the playground area, seemingly calm. She has a kid who's in the same classroom as your kids. You were about to walk towards her to ask what was going on when the woman took notice of you, noticing the panicked expression on your face. "Don't worry, dear, the kids are inside talking to a Pro-Hero. I've been informed by a friend of mine who's already inside the school. Our kids are in the same class as hers; they're fine."

Relief washed over you, your shoulders releasing some of the tension they've been holding since your realization and your assumption (though no one can blame you). You nodded and smiled, mouthing a 'thank you' before walking as fast as you could to the entrance of the school.

You opened the double doors of the school, looking left and right before pausing for a moment. You walked straight ahead before turning left, your eyebrows raised in slight surprise when you saw parents gossiping in (somewhat) hushed voices. You heard the words 'Pro' and 'Hero', along with the name.

'Dynamight'.

You couldn't help but slow down, listening to the mothers and fathers gossiping about the Number 2 Pro-Hero. They talked about how surprisingly calm he is around children, how he answers whatever question he throws at them, and how he would even smile sometimes. You make a quiet sound of amusement before going back to your task at hand: seeing if your kids are really inside their classroom.

Lo and behold, there they were. Haruki and Harumi stood tall and proud, shouting out their names to the Number 2 Pro-Hero, Dynamight.

"What're yer names?" he asks the two kids, who were standing with determined expressions on their faces.

"Haruki!"

"Harumi!"

They shouted their names with bright, wide eyes that looked as if they were sparkling, their cheery tones making Bakugou chuckle. "We're twins!" Harumi linked her arm around her brother's, eyes closed as she smiled wide at the blond.

"Yeah, twins!"

Bakugou leaned back against the back of the chair their teacher provided for him, crossing his arms on his chest, his foot tapping the tiled floor. "Whaddaya wanna talk 'bout, squirts?" he hunched over, uncrossing his arms and clasping his hands together. The twins looked at each other as though they were communicating with one another, their brows slightly furrowed, like they were serious and focused. They looked towards Bakugou, who was waiting patiently for them to come up with their questions—

"Are you married!?"

Bakugou was taken aback, his eyes widening slightly as he raised his brows. It wasn't the first time he was asked this question, but it always got him. Kids usually ask about his fights and his quirk, even wanting a little demonstration of how he controls it so well. The very, very few kids who ask this question are either extremely curious or have a crush on him.

"Nope."

Just like that, the twins had huge grins on their faces, nodding to one another before facing the Pro-Hero. Bakugou quirked an eyebrow, straightening his posture and crossing his arms once more. They looked like they were planning something. Haruki and Harumi walked away from their seats, their focus on the door. "Where are you going, kids?" their teacher asked, confused but also curious. She's known them for a few months now, and in those few months, she's learned that these twins always had a knack for stirring up some chaos.

When the teacher opened the door, Harumi bowed before peeking outside and looking left and right to see if their mother was there. Harumi's face brightened when she saw you, and she immediately rushed towards you. Haruki followed afterwards, giggling loudly. "Mama!"

You stumble when you catch them, giggling as they hug you tightly. Before you could ask them if they were okay, though, they immediately grabbed your hands and turned their heads facing the opposite of you, pulling you towards the classroom. Your eyes widened as your affectionate expression turned into a more confused one. "Hey, what's going on?" you ask them gently. They turn their heads back to face you, innocent-looking smiles on their faces. But you know better; they're your children, after all. You knew they were up to something; the smiles on their faces and the shine in their eyes were already a dead giveaway.

And well, since you know them like the back of your hand, that also means they will absolutely not relent on taking you into their classroom. You sigh in defeat, letting them drag you over to their classroom in giddy excitement. When you finally enter the classroom, your eyes immediately lock with Bakugou Katsuki's scarlet eyes. They were so intense and full of fire. You see him eye you up and down before maintaining eye contact once again. Oh. . .

"Marry our mom!"

Your attention snapped away from Bakugou and went to the twins, who were grinning as if they had just made a perfect match of a couple. "Haruki! Harumi!" you scolded, although you couldn't really scold them properly, not when you're all flustered and embarrassed and ohmygod—

Dynamight was laughing—Bakugou Katsuki was laughing. You don't know if you should be honored or even more embarrassed than before. The twins were giggling themselves. You were just standing there, in front of a lot of kids, their teacher, the school's principal, and the parents, just outside the classroom—

"You squirts want me to be yer mama's husband?" He asks with a smirk on his face.

"YEAH!"

"Kids!"

Now you were embarrassed to the third power, good lord.

After that whole fiasco, you retreated back outside the classroom, your head hanging low. The parents were all teasing you to hell and back, and all you could do was cross your arms and grumble incoherent words. When the whole event was done, you wanted to wait for the Pro-Hero to apologize. All of the kids and their parents were mostly gone now, leaving only you and your twins, waiting outside the school, sitting on one of the benches.

You were a little nervous, though. It's not exactly every day you could meet a Pro-Hero in the higher ranks, much less the Number 2 Pro-Hero. It's also not exactly every day you lock eyes with someone so intense and handsome—oh god, no, stop.

"Why're you three still're?"

Your head turns in the direction of the voice, and you start to feel all flustered and embarrassed again. You stood up and walked over to him, trying to maintain eye contact but failing miserably. "I wanted to wait for you to apologize. . . my kids can be too much sometimes—" you cut yourself off when you realized how close in proximity the two of you were. Did he walk closer without you noticing. . ? Or did you walk too close. . . Oh, great, you're even more nervous now.

"And. . . um, thank you for uh—thanks for doin' this for the uh. . . kids, yeah."

You hear him chuckle, and it makes you feel fuzzy. 'Oh my god, what's going on with me!? Why am I acting like such a teenager who's freaking out over their crush!? This is crazy. . .'Sure, you've had your fair share of crushes on Pro-Heroes before, but this was the first time you felt like a schoolgirl trying to have a nice conversation with her crush.

You snap out of your thoughts, with his fingers snapping in front of you and his face right in front of yours.

"Don't be sorry 'bout the kids. It was cute," he tells you, his voice deep.

Bakugou catches the twins out of the corner of his eye, trying to keep their laughter down and their hands on their mouths. He smiles softly before returning his attention to you. "Besides, 's not a bad suggestion."

"W-what?"

"Marryin' ya."

The kids shriek and squeal, running towards the both of you. They spin around yours and Bakugou's legs, intentionally making the space smaller and smaller and. . . oof!

"Yer kids are pretty good with the whole matchmakin' thing, huh?"

Your hands were on his chest, and his hands were on your waist. You already experienced their matchmaking thing before, although they would never go to this extent. You concluded that they were more adamant about Bakugou being with you because, well, he's Dynamight.

"I'm thirty-three. . ."

"So? I'm twenty-seven."

"You're actually considering it."

He flashes you a toothy grin. "You bet I am."

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dr4kenlvr · 1 year

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𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐄𝐍 "𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍" 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈

draken x gn!reader - fluff (0.7k+)

request: hi nana, how are you doing today? i was going through draken x reader tag and saw your recent work and ofc i liked it. i just wanted to ask if you would like to share some of your headcanons for draken. i really miss him and i wanna talk about him.

nana's note: hi so i really said fuck it and wrote a whole draken as ur bf post because 1, i can't believe i haven't yet??? and 2, i too miss draken and want to talk about him 24/7 so i hope the long wait was worth it!!

every second i am alive i pray that i will find a man like draken because no one can tell me otherwise, that he would be the absolute perfect boyfriend of the whole tokyo rev. cast

no one can change my mind !!!!

draken puts his blood, sweat and tears into yours’ and his relationship—to make sure you’re as happy and content as you deserve

he wouldn’t dare to ever make you upset, and in the off chance you two have arguments (because healthy relationship include disagreements at times), draken is the world’s greatest listener and is so extremely empathetic for you

mornings with him start off amazing; he’s up and dressed, chuckling at your sleepy state as you groggily tell him “good mornin’” - he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, urging you to get out of bed and get ready for the day

he’s always making sure you are taking good care of yourself—that could be in the form of him making or buying you a breakfast, helping you study your notes, reminding you to take breaks, and ensuring you sleep full hours

nothing worse than seeing his baby tired—but he’ll let you nap in the break room at his shop if you’re feeling particularly exhausted that day (aka me everyday)

draken loves to indulge in your hobbies the way you show interest in his by being next to him in the shop all week

if you like to read, he’ll dedicate nights in bed to read with you or listen to you read as you lay atop of him - his chest heaves gently and he always catches himself falling asleep to the sound of your voice

maybe you like to draw? draken will help you find reference photos on pinterest and create folders dedicated to things he’d think you’d like

if you’re lucky he might even pose for you! but don’t tell him, he’ll get shy heheh (wait till he finds out about your candid drawings of him)

if you’re into fashion, draken will always try to fit some time into his schedule to take you out to the mall

sometimes his friends tag along and it’s just a big happy hang out <3!! gahhh it would be so lively

y'all going in and out of familiar and new stores until you have a huge smile on your face at the items he’s purchased for you

oh draken just loves to spoil u

but you love to spoil him just as much—taking care of him is probably your real favourite hobby (LMAO)

“kenny! come here, lemme brush your hair!” is what he hears every single time he comes out of the shower

“coming!” and he’s greeted with your excited face, a hairbrush in your hand and a blow dryer in the other - it makes ken so so loved to see you so happy over something this mundane

you two love to spend quality time together doing absolutely anything, because to draken, anything with you is so much better and worth it

he loves it when you braid his hair and always find himself unconsciously boasting about it to his friends - nothing extra (like ran),

“y/n did my hair this morning you know.”

“yeah i know because that’s like the 40th fucking time you’ve mentioned it, man.” -baji, he is so done with draken and his cute significant other

MAKES HIS SKIN ITCH FR

“my braid is more intact today, do you think it’s ‘cause y/n did it?”

“??? i don’t know ???” - chifuyu, also is tired of draken and your’s cute relationship

ONCE TOLD DRAKEN THAT YOU TWO REMIND HIM OF A SHOUJO COUPLE IN A MANGA HE ONCE READ LMAOOOO

has a tendency to baby you every now and then, he think it stems from his relationship with mikey - he’s just so used to taking care of others, that being taken care of by you is a nice change

he’ll buy you any snacks that you’re craving for, it literally does not matter when or where you guys are

he somehow finds a way LMAO

has you saved as his lockscreen and his gallery has a folder full of photos of you

draken also dedicates a wall in his room just for you - photographs, gifts, trinkets, and a drawer underneath full of clothes that you can wear when you stay over <3

(holy fuck im gonna cry and shit myself i love him so much guys)

anyways; draken ∞/10 boyfriend i wholeheartedly recommend everyone fall in love with him and join the crew

taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @kazuhoya @gwynsapphire @sscarchiyo @reiners-milkbiddies @smileyswifeyy @bontensimp-blog @thisbicc @megumisemo (send me an ask or dm to be added!)

reblogs and comments are very appreciated!

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sarahjswift · 11 months

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A Terrible Day - Rowaelin Oneshot

I'm trying to expand my writing resume on this app, because all the wonderful creators I follow have these insanely long masterlists with links that lead to more links that lead to more links and it's everything I want to be XD

I wrote this in a frenzy of two hours, including breaks for running and to gulp down some iced tea and eat a slice of cheesecake :D

If you go to my masterlist(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rNsQz959dwBibJ4ydmb6_0fixjSEBXBiVRKVoyd-tQ0/edit), you will see the fics I wrote for the 2023 Aelin Week. Most, if not all of my fics are in AUs but I thought I'd switch it up with a "what happened next" kind of fic, which is what I did for Aelin Week. Not saying I liked it more than my other AUs, but it was just cozy to write you know? ☺☺

If you'd like me to do more of these, let me know! It's a Oneshot for now but we'll see, I could just do short stories of their adventures inbetween my current projects!

This is the most NSFW thing I've ever written and I felt so guilty doing it - I kept glancing around like I had a bomb or something LMAO. It's not even that bad I don't think, but I COULDN'T DO IT *sobs*

How do you fanfic writers do it???

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Language, Smut

Summary: Aelin has a bad day and sweet sweet Rowan cheers her up (mostly just fluff)

Tag List <33: @backtobl4ck, @aelinchocolatelover, @renxzs, @blue-bird17, @autumnbabylon, and @luell1q

enjoy dear readers!!

Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius had had a terrible day.

Not like her usual bad days - where Fleetfoot had rubbed mud all over a new dress, or the bakery in Terrasen Square was closed (although she shuddered whenever she thought of those days) - but bad in the sense that she felt her chest constricting. Darrow hadn’t budged on the topic of Aelin’s passion project - a community garden for the citizens of Terrasen. A trivial want, yes, but it was close to Aelin’s heart.

However, as Darrow had made extremely clear at their meeting; “A community garden is a complete waste of resources. We need to focus on rebuilding Terrasen before we have the time to worry about meaningless projects such as that.”

Now Aelin was trudging down the hallway, melancholic. At least it’s the end of the week, she thought glumly. She had no more meetings, nothing to work on for the next three days.

The queen reached her private corridor. Here lay her bedroom, personal library, and office(well, one of many). Aelin often felt guilt over the luxuries that she indulged here, but she couldn't help wanting to live in this area of the castle - her parents had as well, and she could sometimes hear the pitter-patter of her feet running down the hall, her giggles as she raced her father. Remembering these moments was a happy thing, but today it just made her more depressed.

Two guards monitored this corridor - Beor and Alys. Beor was a kind, shy man, and the only time he ever talked was to rave about his wife and two young daughters. Alys was a fierce woman who had clearly been through unimaginable things, which only became more apparent from the vicious scar slashed down the side of her face. She was strong and reminded Aelin of Nesryn. Aelin liked the two guards greatly, but she pitied them occasionally when she was reminded of what…sounds they were witness to, as they were stationed outside her bedroom door during the night. The morning after her birthday, Beor could barely look her in the eye without going beet red.

Aelin nodded to them as she passed. “Majesty,” they both murmured, bowing briefly. She flashed them a quick smile, all she could muster, before retreating into her bedroom. She faced the door, locked it behind her, and burst into tears.

All the stress from the day caught up to her - Darrow, missing her parents, the strain of the crown. She slid to the floor, not even bothering to turn around as she cried, hugging herself. She prayed Alys and Beor couldn’t hear her, not as-

“Aelin?”

She froze when she heard that deep voice say her name. “Shit.” She knew who it was instantly, but turned around still to find her husband and mate, Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius. He stood there, his face full of concern for his wife, and the sight of it made Aelin sob harder.

“Hey, hey,” Rowan soothed, advancing toward her in a split second. He held her close, sitting there on the floor with her, and Aelin turned fully toward him, clutching his shirt, crying into his neck. He was so strong, so steady that Aelin felt like she’d been drowning and now she’d found a lifevest.

Rowan stroked her hair and rubbed her back simultaneously, patiently waiting as she cried it out. Finally, she scooted back, sniffling. “Oh, Gods, I’m so sorry.” Aelin couldn’t meet his eye as she wiped her cheeks, focusing on the floor. She probably looked like a mess.

“Aelin.” He tilted her face up, piercing green eyes scanning her face. She only realized now he was tense, jaw clenched, filled with a mix of concern and anger that somebody had hurt her, something only a mate could feel. “What happened?”

“I’m fine, first of all,” she sighed. She smiled as he slumped with relief, but it faded as she recounted her day. “Darrow…Darrow is still very against the garden idea. I don’t know, maybe it’s stupid. He sure thinks it is.”

“Wait, why is he against the garden?” Rowan frowned. “I love the idea.”

Aelin arched a brow. “I think you’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not!” her mate protested. “It’s a great idea, Aelin. Darrow might not see it, but it could help those who were affected - ah, hell, let’s be frank. I think every being in the world has at least some trauma, and I really think the garden could help them. It could help them build something, trust in something.”

“Well, thank you, buzzard. That’s the idea, but it’s too silly to spend money on.” Aelin leaned back into her husband, who immediately encircled his arms around her. She ran her fingers down his muscled arms, pressing down slightly. She snickered as she felt him flex underneath her fingertips. “We need the money to be put toward the library, and just getting our bearings after the war.”

“I thought we were well off.”

“We are - our coffers run extremely deep. I don’t think we will have to worry about money ever again, thank Gods. But that’s us. Our money is different from Terrasen’s money.”

“Hmm.” Aelin could almost feel Rowan frowning, thinking of something to help her problem. The thought warmed her heart and she tilted her head up, observing him. He is so beautiful, she thought. His bronze skin was smooth, his lashes long, his bone structure immaculate. But of course, she was drawn to his eyes. It was always his pine green eyes. They would always, always be her favorite asset of his. She ran her fingers lightly over his face, tracing it to memory like she’d done hundreds of times, like she’d do many more times.

“Aelin,” he breathed. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his. He opened up to her and she kissed him deeply, threading her fingers through his hair to tug him to her. She felt his warm hands slip up her shirt and she broke the kiss, biting her lip as she watched him. Rowan leaned in and kissed down her neck. She gasped as she felt his tongue on her skin, digging her hands into his shoulders.

She kissed him roughly, their lips falling into a rhythm, and she made to unbutton her shirt. “Wait,” Rowan murmured onto her lips, holding her hands firmly in his to still them. She broke away, confused and a little hurt. As if seeing the second emotion in her eyes, he kissed her on the lips quickly - or at least, he tried to make it quick, but Aelin followed his head with her own, prolonging the kiss. As her tongue brushed his, her mate groaned before pulling away again.

“Why do you keep pulling away?” she panted, resting her forehead on his. Rowan released her hands to stroke her cheeks. She felt him breathe in her scent and smiled, knowing it comforted him as much as his did her.

“Well, for one I’m not taking you on the floor,” he started, chuckling when she smacked his arm.

It’s not like it’s never been done before, she said to him, mind-to-mind. She felt him freeze and glance up at her smirking face.

“You’re making this harder,” he grumbled.

“Good,” she snickered. He stared at her confused, before going red as he got the joke. She cackled for the first time today, standing up from the floor. She helped him get to his feet as well, laughing again as he winced and rubbed his back. Her buzzard, ever the old man.

“And two,” he glared at her, “I thought it would help you cheer up if we went to Finlas’s.”

Aelin squealed. Finlas, a kind old man, owned her favorite place to eat in Terrasen - Finlas’s. He served the most amazing dishes, not to mention their desserts. “Yes. Oh, Rowan, you’re the best!”

Rowan grinned, pleased with himself. “Well, let's go then.”

They got ready in a matter of minutes. As Rowan went to tell Alys and Beor, Aelin checked her reflection and groaned. Her face was red and puffy from crying. She splashed cold water on her face and frantically rubbed a jade green marble over her skin, something Lysandra had said would help with puffiness and bone structure. Luckily, it seemed to do the job. Dressed in the simple white shirt and black skin tight pants she’d worn all day, Aelin grabbed her bag and hurried to leave.

The mates walked out of the castle and towards the Square, hand in hand. It was a beautiful early summer evening, the sky darkening to pinks and purples, the humid air cooling to an ideal temperature. The spring flowers were giving way to green, every tree lush and bountiful. Aelin swelled with happiness as she looked around her kingdom, even more so as they reached the Square and saw people milling about, shopping and talking.

They reached Finlas’s and Rowan hurried to open the door for her. Aelin smirked as she passed. “What a gentleman,” she teased, and Rowan rolled his eyes. To their delight, Finlas himself greeted them and led them to a booth in the back. The back of the establishment was clearly meant for couples, with its dimmer lighting and flickering candles on the tables. Each seat even had a red rose placed atop its plate. As they walked by, people stared and whispered to each other.

“Enjoy your meal,” Finlas said warmly, before bowing and hurrying off to greet the next customer. Aelin settled into the cushioned booth, watching her mate as he did the same.

“What are you going to get?” Rowan asked. Aelin opened her mouth to respond before he interrupted. “Wait, no - let me guess. A medium-rare, absolutely massive steak with fried potatoes, and a fizzy drink?”

Aelin grinned. “Exactly. Great job, buzzard. Now let me guess; a curry that you will burn your tongue on like you do every single time, an iced tea and some bread?”

Rowan barked a laugh. “Exactly.”

They ordered just that, and enjoyed the meal. Aelin groaned improperly as she took her first bite of steak, sounding enough like another activity that Rowan shot her an annoyed look.

“Sometimes I can’t tell if food or me gives you more pleasure,” he hissed across the table.

“Can’t it be both?” Rowan was not pleased with that, and to Aelin’s delight her husband glared at her plate for the next ten minutes, as if it were another man who had stolen her away.

They talked of their days and their plans for the next coming weeks. Rowan was working every day on the building of the library, which was coming along speedily, most likely thanks to his Fae strength and speed. He’d even begun to help with the design aspect of the building, something Aelin wholeheartedly trusted him with. “By this time next year, you will most likely be picking out books to stock the library with,” Rowan told her. A task Aelin was most excited for, and already planning to enlist Dorian with.

Finlas brought them a huge chocolate cake free of charge. “Oh no, we couldn’t,” Aelin protested, reaching for her wallet. “It’s really to trouble at all-”

“Stop, Your Majesty,” Finlas said gently. “After what you’ve done for us - you deserve all the food in this restaurant for free.” At Aelin’s confusion, he explained; “I was a victim to a Valg raiding of my village. They took my son for their army, but…Your Majesty made sure he was safe. I have my son back now.”

“That was all Yrene, not me,” she managed to say, overcome with grief for Finlas.

Finlas shook his head. “No, Majesty. It was because of Lady Yrene, but you were the one who saved Lady Westfall, and then sent Lord Chaol to the Southern Continent to heal. Because of your kindness, you saved my son, no matter how distant the efforts were.”

Aelin couldn’t see through the blur of tears, and gave Finlas a watery smile. “Thank you.”

They walked back to the castle, the sky even darker. Aelin smiled as she looked around, surrounded by people walking through the city. Laughter filled the air, the type of laughter she hadn’t heard in a while. She pulled Rowan into an alleyway abruptly, ignoring his yelp of surprise.

“Thank you, Rowan,” she said to him. “My day was shit and now…you turned it into a happy day. You…you truly just know me so well. It still surprises me sometimes.”

Rowan smiled down at her, his face soft and open in a way she knew it only was for her. “Anything for my Fireheart.”

He bent his head and kissed her. She drew him down, opening the kiss. She felt him wrap a shield around them and glanced over, giggling when she saw him using his power to prop large slates of wood to separate their alley from the bustling town square. The noise disappeared, the only sound their ragged breaths.

“I love you,” she breathed, tipping her head back as he pulled her shirt off. His nostrils flared as he took her in, gripping her waist, rubbing his thumb over her skin.

“I love you too,” he gritted out, his eyes near black. He leaned forward and Aelin couldn’t help her loud moan as he went to work on her upper assets. She felt him huff a laugh onto her skin, and managed to pant out a; “What?”

“I made you moan louder than when you ate that steak,” he smirked, staring up at her with an expression of complete male satisfaction. She laughed, but went quiet as he claimed her mouth.

Quickly they were both only in their lower undergarments, standing in their piles of clothes. Aelin shifted impatiently, waiting for him to take her against the brick, but he was examining the wall with concern. “What are you waiting for?” she begged.

“This seems...unsanitary,” he frowned. She whined, but he still wouldn’t move - at least, until she dragged her fingers down, down his stomach…

Later, he rolled off of her, both of them panting. After the alley, they’d dressed and hurried home before he took her twice more. She should give Beor and Alys a raise, honestly.

Aelin sunk into the pillows, sleep already overtaking her. She was so glad they’d invested in this luxurious, massive bed. Rowan laid on top of her, his head on her heart, and Aelin’s arms encircled him, fingers toying with his hair. With her mate laying with her like this, the plush mattress beneath her, the soft blankets, and the feeling of happy exhaustion from the pleasure of before, she was in heaven. But just before sleep took her, her mate interrupted the peaceful silence.

“Fireheart,” he whispered into the darkness, “did you have a good day?”

Aelin smiled down at her mate, knowing the male in her arms was the male she’d worship and adore for the rest of her days. “Yes, Buzzard. Yes I did.”

#sarah j maas #throne of glass #fanfic #rowaelin #aelin x rowan #rowaelin fanfiction #rowan whitethorn #little canon fluffs #adorable #rowaelin fanfic

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etherealinowrites · 2 years

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lee minho masterlist

⋆ ★lee minho | leeknow | 이 민호

sfw and nsfw <3

sfw

1. you are hurt, i know- a | leeknow looks at the scars running down your body and a frown graces his delicate features. when you turn away, brushing away his concerned gaze, his chest tightens with an inexplicable feeling of discomfort. when he sees you finally find comfort in the warm arms, he feels the deeper sorrow.

you will never find comfort in his arms.

secret agent/spy au, unrequited love, mentions of violence, scars, dark past, featuring jungkook from bts

2. -its cold outside, come to me- a, f, st | it was the christmas season once again which meant two weeks away at your family’s vacation house. the only problem? lee minho. your brothers annoying best friend who was joining you this time. whats worse? you both hate each others guts more than anything.

enemies to lovers, brothers best friend, heaps of angst, extreme tooth rotting fluff to make up for the angst, christmas themes, cliche tropes and moments, basically self indulgent

part one- its cold outside come to me

part two- 24 to 25 bae, just stay with me

3. nickname- a,f | - you and minho have been best friends for years, too close for platonic feelings but you’re both too stubborn to acknowledge that. that is until minho starts seeing you get close to another guy and feels the sudden wave of unfamiliar feelings, no he firmly believes that its not jealousy.

female reader x minho best friends to lovers!

4. i’ll hide you in my heart- a, f | lee minho was supposed to love you like an elder brother, you were his best friends little sister after all.

female reader x minho, brothers best friend au! forbidden love au! college au! angst, suggestive, fluff, swearing, mentions of sex, alcohol use, menstruation, negative views on menstruation, allusions to bullying, implications of sexual activity, clubbing, overprotective older brother chan, emotionally constipated minho, oblivious love, repressed emotions, slow burn. wc

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undecided genre:

5. love on the court - lee minho, a 23 year old senior at levanter uni is the jack of it all. he was the captain of the football team, the president of the dance club, the resident chef and a loving cat dad of three cuties. it was unfair how he seemed to just have it all! good looks, amazing physique, never ending charisma and irresistible charm. safe to say, he was the most popular guy at your college, known for being the heartthrob and heartbreaker of everyone attending. but when he crosses paths with the shy and smart y/n, who is walking around, trying her best to keep her 8.5 gpa intact, he cannot help but feel he’s been wearing a mask all along. and why does only y/n have the power to take it off him? drawn to the silent beauty, minho feels his priorities change and who knows, maybe they fall in love? one thing is for sure, he has a whole lot to prove if he wants to win her heart and have his own love on the court.

university/college au, jock minho, athlete minho, shy girl x popular guy trope, strangers to lovers, typical college romance, nerd y/n, goody two shoes y/n and rule breake minho. cliche. CLICHE. so fucking cliche. it’s basically a 2000s girly movie in 2023 with lee minho in it. also some smau to make it fun.

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nsfw

1. you want the both of us?- s | working for stray kids was a dream come true. however, you’d never expected to catch the eye of the two most dangerous members who were after your heart. will you be able to handle both of them? and the dangers they bring for your heart?

minho x female reader x hyunjin, mentions of friends with benefits, casual sex scenes mentioned, public sex, smut, fingering, oral, protected sex, petnames, multiple partners, sex in public places, blindfolding, spanking, thigh riding, overstimulation, threesome, FILTH but with PLOT, very dirty lmao

part one, part two- tba

2. 7:42 pm | leggings- s | “your ass looks hot” - lee minho

working out with your boyfriend led to some other *uh uh* not so decent activities. but hey, you sweated and your heartbeat reached peaks, maybe it was a good active session after all.

smut, suggestive, ~sexual tension~, foreplay, mentions of sex, use of petnames, kinda pervy leeknow lmao but only for his girlfriend,

3. covetous- s | you were fangirling over another members abs, and minho couldn’t have that happen

female reader x lee minho, smut, nothing too detailed or graphic, just a drabble,

4. 8:45 pm - s | don’t send minho nudes when he’s at work. don’t. / smut

5. you know how to move kitten- s | you loved how your boyfriend looked in thigh chains and corsets and you just couldn’t help yourself.

female reader x minho, smut, pwp, heavy making out, use of pet name- kitten, thigh riding, dirty talk, praise, body worship

6. free use with leeknow - smut oneshot

7. smut drabble - erotic humiliation with leeknow

-8. meeting you, loving you - a, f, s | - a loving yet lonely single father and a warm and loving pre school teacher. you were just supposed to be a friend he and his daughter found comfort in but when his heart sings for more, he cannot help but cave in.

the one where minho ends up meeting you and then loving you.

female reader x minho, acquaintances to friends to lovers, single dad! minho, slow burn, emotionally constipated characters, obvious romantic feelings, repressed emotions, smut, explicit sexual content but only in part two, part one is smut free and second part can be skipped, swearing, alcohol use.

skz masterlist

#leeknow #leeknow smut #leeknow angst #leeknow fluff

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grassbreads · 7 months

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Fic asks 2, 4 wrt An Act of Trust, and 30

Thank you for the ask bestie!

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

My top two are "alternate universe—modern setting" and "post-canon," which absolutely represent my writing habits accurately. After that, it's just a whole bunch of different tags that are all tied at two uses. To pick some highlights, I'd say the "one shot" tag and "fluff" and "angst" being right next to each other all represent me pretty well. "Christmas," however, not so much.

Honestly now that I think about it, oneshot should probably be my number one most used tag. Apparently I just forget to include it more often than not lmao.

The other two questions are under the cut :)

4. What detail in An Act of Trust are you really proud of?

Personally, I'm extremely fond of all of Vanitas and Noé's back and forth dialogue in the beginning before the stitches. Vanoé have such a specific vibe when they're snarking at each other and I think I managed to capture some of it there :).

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

Y'know I honestly can't think of any of my published fics that are particularly out of my comfort zone. I'm fairly confident as a writer, I think. More often than not, if I have an idea, I just go for it and let whether or not I finish the damn thing be the arbiter of whether it's meant to be. Also, to be honest, a decent majority of my ideas tend to be ideas for post-canon fics or modern AUs, and as established, those are very much my wheelhouse.

However, I do have a work in progress that I'm almost certainly never going to actually post, and that one falls into the out of my comfort zone category pretty solidly.

About a year ago when I got covid and was confined to my bedroom for weeks, I ended up writing a big chunk of an mxtx crossover fic. The premise, since I was purposely being as self-indulgent as possible, is that the main couples from all three novels basically rewatch their life stories together and bond over it. And when it's each main character's turn to star, three more characters from their world show up for the ride. And it turns out, accurately characterizing eleven characters at a time in any scene is, uh, fucking hard. Just including eleven characters period in a given scene is hard enough from a blocking standpoint.

The thing turned out to be really hard to write, in other words. Also, recapping the entire plotlines of three long web novels plus reactions is an insane undertaking. I realized pretty quickly I was never gonna finish the thing.

However! I do still work on that fic. Even knowing that I'm probably never going to post more than a few excerpts, the process, though hard, is fun enough that I can't leave it to rot. Every once in a while I pick it up and add to it a bit, to the point that it's now my third longest fic at just under 9k words. (I am not a longfic girl lol).

So anyway, tldr, the lesson learned from getting out of my comfort zone is that sometimes it's worthwhile to work on things you'll never publish or finish just for your own enjoyment :).

#to be honest I sometimes think about like. sending a friend/mutual or two links to the google doc where I'm writing that crossover fic #but aside from a few small excerpts that I think are funny. that's the most publicity it's ever getting #it's for me :)#anyway thank you for the ask torterra! this was fun.#ask #torterrachampion #invasion of the frogs

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flightofaqrow · 1 year

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

✿ NAME: Ray!

✿ PRONOUNS: she/her/hers

✿ PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: tags on posts, tumblr IM moving to discord

✿ NAME OF MUSE(S):

[inactive]: Minako Arisato ( @orokana-riko ), Robin ( @invisibleimpossibilities ), Basilio ( @feroxiox )

[other active]: Robyn Hill ( @trickshottruths ), Briar Rieka ( @hopeandharmonizing )

✿ EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): Since Sailor Moon was showing on Toonami in the USA and that was the only way you could see it. A long time.

✿ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: yahoo forums, other forum board, AIM, tumblr, discord

✿ BEST EXPERIENCE: I always talk about the Persona stuff, let’s do something different. I was part of a small group in the FE rpc that helped organize some comm-wide events including volleyball tournaments, masquerade balls, muse auctions, zombie invasions, hedge mazes. It was always a good time.

✿ RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: I’ve been waiting for the pet peeve word to come up, because it’s not a deal breaker or something I super judge, but just a little peeve? yes: too many memes that put the burden of writing/creativity on the sender (make up your own question, send a nightmare, send a reaction to x, etc) like ‘send a kiss’ things are fine because ship fuel usually has extra reserves, poking for headcanons/meta/ships sometimes is fine bc you just want to open it up to hear what people think. but for the most part you’re the one posting the meme, you’re the one with the drive, you’re the one asking for interaction. Make it easy. Like, I want to interact and indulge, but If I have to do more than send a symbol or copy/paste a phrase when I’m already working on other drafts or tired and lurking, that just seems unfair. Especially if there’s a bunch like that in a row or every day.

Dealbreakers are too much vagueblogging, constant negativity that vastly overtakes regular interactions, not respecting my headcanons/boundaries.

✿ FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: Blood, tears, and orgasms fuel my soul. But I’m up for anything that helps the muses develop, explores some depth or expression of character. If you’re willing to do some development first, then fluff in between can be fun too. (Also fluffy/soft/slice of life topics can still have development, in which case I wouldn’t consider them “fluff” threads.)

✿ PLOTS OR MEMES: both. usually the best comes from a meme that kicks off some plotting. I don’t always have the brainspace for big plots these days, but some context and tentative direction for the thread is always good.

✿ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I’ve done both. One-liners are rare and usually silly bouncing with muses already developed together. I can’t do full rps that way. I can get up to 1000-2000 words in replies, but lately just been loving the ~300-500 word medium length.

✿ BEST TIME TO WRITE: When I have the house to myself, which is usually only a few days a week and about to get less once I start work again lmao. In an ideal world, I would wake up, watch/listen/read some stuff/ catch up on the dash for inspo then churn some stuff out. Maybe take a break then repeat the process. Rare are the days responsibilities don’t break that up somehow. Such is life. I usually have more writing energy when other people are around on the dash or discord. Keeps the juices flowing and feels less like screaming into the void. Gotta agree with Shrimpy that sometimes the opposite extreme of everyone being quiet the whole time can help focus, though (if I have enough mojo to start in the first place).

✿ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I think we all fit our perceptions, values, pieces of ourselves in our muses somehow. That said, I am not very much like qrow except for some of those shared values (dislike of mainstream and propriety, caring about people, depth of emotion/sentimentality, some empathy) and maybe some trauma responses lmao. I’m not a 40 year old unlucky alcoholic fighter uncle man who travels the world and works with secret clubs. Although, we Qrow muns seem to agree some extra Misfortune slips into our lives since taking on this muse. The Qrow Curse (affectionate).

tagged by: @lupusmatra <3

tagging: @the-gray-maiden @slaughtermachine @clockwork---heart

#* behind closed doors = ooc *#* it'd be a shame to lose your job before you even started = mun *

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im ngl resident evil already has a lot of angst so i personally loveee finding ways to like throw in a bit more humor or fluff bc they really need it lets be real lmaoo

also man i do love the trope of leon just fighting people when he runs into them and only being like "oh hey its you :)", or more in this case "what the fuck" HAHSHAHAHB im dying for you to elaborate on it.

do you have like a particular way and time thought out on how resi6 leon got into this mess? (i loveee these kinds of aus i think ab them too much so i love asking a bajillion questions :3)

oh and last thing, which i have been holding my composure in for. GRABS YOU. I NEED TO KNOW how itd go down, because im 100% assuming poor resi6 leon gets revealed as a BOW at some point. i know it wouldnt phase di leon or chris in the end (theyve seen so much shit theyd just be relieved hes _ok_)(maybe if its sudden theyre legit freaking out because they think something JUST happened and theyve lost pookie) but thatd be a whole nother layer of trauma for resi6 leon 😭

doing that funny feet kicking whilst typing because i love indulging and talking about the brainworms :33

🐕

I love the humor bits they include and wish for more slice-o-life stuff for all the characters myself. I would love to see what they get up to when not having to deal with work at the moment. Me personally though, I like dark shit for developmental reasons and not for indulgence. I can't pull off the funny lol That trope is pretty funny lmao. Or he's just super blind even though to the player/viewer, the person is very visible. It'd probably be along the lines of DI literally falls on RE6 and both tumble it out cause RE6 is fucking scared out of his mind, ending up being pinned cause he's not at 100% in terms of physical state. Then its just "oh shit" RE6 being smaller kinda makes me laugh inside for some reason. For RE6 being kind of just injected in, he'd just be scooped up by an anomoly. Corny n' simple... how i like it tbh lol. He got caught in some explosion that wasn't supposed to happen and boom bap pow big light sucks him up. Being revealed as a BOW does fuck everyone up... it creates distrust because he actively hid it from them and also triggers alot of other issues because that makes him extremely dangerous. He has something that doesn't actually exist in the DI world so that makes him a genuine biological threat in the grand scheme of things. Jill doesn't trust RE6 at all to begin with (she notices he's well... off among other things. She still remains professional with him.) RE6 refuses blood and DNA testing from Rebecca at every turn, even freaking out about it. They gauge it up to being fear of medical shit-- its something far more worse though lol. DI tries to sit with him and it doesnt really go well. Claire does her best to befriend him. (He's basically carrying a super Plaga thats been modified with a strain of C-Virus. This is how he's able to remain completely normal on the outside despite being a BOW. Though, he's really fucking durable. You can thank the DSO's enhanced solider R&D programs for it. Leon had brought back an intact Plaga sample in his body from Spain and the DSO used it. DI does relate to him w the DSO being shitty, but not quite that shitty if you get what i mean.) hmmm idk what else to put thats broadly summerized. Thank you for asking :333

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milktyama · 3 years

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— ☕︎ JJK'S BIG TIDDIE COMMITTEE

synopsis: you get the idea, you and jjk's big tiddie men

a/n: i have no explanation for this but i hope you enjoy

— haikyuu version

includes: fushiguro toji, kamo choso, nanami kento, ryomen sukuna

genre: ... idefk anymore, suggestive, crack, fluff!!

twc: 873

❥︎ one swear word, manga spoilers (BIG spoilers on nanami's), -16 shoooooo do not touch this post >:(

FUSHIGURO TOJI — wc: 214

can i just start with, wow

no clue how often he works out but he kept his man tiddies big (as bm would say)

anyways toji the big tiddie man would adore to tease you when he realizes you loved his muscular chest

((i also feel he would lowkey make jokes like he had bigger one than you aklfjlskdjfldskjg))

dont quote me on that idk where that came from

anyways even though he loves teasing you about he cant help but let you indulge in it too

he especially likes it when you two kiss and then both of your hands mutually roam around your bodies but yours kinda like,,, stay on his chest lmao

not that he’s complaining

he holds a lot of pride on the fact that you like his tiddies

omg he really likes it when you’re sitting on his lap and then your chest is pressing up against him, doesnt matter if you dont have as much meat as him aljalkdjfgh

‘cause let’s be honest, toji is an extremely well built man and even though he always has a shit eating grin on his face he likes the intimacy

also probably loves it when you mindlessly massage his tiddies, reassures him that you subconsciously think about them or something AHAHAH

KAMO CHOSO — wc: 250

even though he just wears whatever outfit he’s wearing and it’s fairly lose i know that choso has big tiddies bc that man is a well built man

and he’s just so :( <3 about it

his favorite thing ever is literally just cuddling and having you rest on his tiddies like a pillow

bonus points when you turn to face him but you’re kinda lying on him on your stomach so when you try to face him your face is still kinda buried on his tiddies and when you try to talk it a little muffled

… he’ll sometimes pump a little extra blood into his tiddies so its swells a little more so you can have a slightly more comfortable human(ish) pillow of him

will 120% melt whenever you two are like hugging and stuff that his large build makes you feel safe *screams into a pillow* and you’d joke how majority of it is thanks to his tiddies JHAJHF

omg please shower his tiddies with lots of love he will pass out from how much he loves you right that moment

pepper his chest with kisses, give him massages, tell him how peaceful and safe you feel when you’re hugging him, just :( <3

im yearning sorry

but yea <3 as you bury your face onto his chest, his heart swells as he brings his large and slightly rough hands and give you headpats while he openly gushes how much he loves spending time with you like that

NANAMI KENTO — wc: 209

at first he’ll be so confused as to why you were so into his chested area like, everyone has meat and muscle in the chest area, some more than others etc etc

though he quickly got used to your extra attention towards that region

he isn’t the type to initiate any physical of intimate touch so he kinda appreciates it when he comes home from work and you just launch yourself towards him and of course, his tiddies

on that note, he also surprisingly appreciates when you offer him to massage his tiddies lol

of course you would massage him shoulder and other muscles too as his job as a sorcerer is pretty physically demanding, but you would sneakily pay more attention to his tiddies, and he really doesn’t mind anymore, it’s you after all

if he actually pulled through with his like kinda retirement plan in malaysia, you two would spend so much time cuddling somewhere outside your little secluded house on the beach, listening to the waves crashing on the shore as he reads a book in peace

the fresh smell of the ocean is relaxing, the warm sun, and laying on nanami’s tiddies is honestly a dream come true

unfortunately it cant happen obvious unsaid reasons :((

RYOMEN SUKUNA — wc: 200

im not talking about 1-4 fingers sukuna that yuji consumed no no no

im talking about sukuna’s true form

although yes it is very intimidating and scary, god were his tiddies big

well i guess it comes with having like four arms and just like more raw power as a curse, but DAMN his tiddies in his true form are so big ALKFDKSLJF

ok but this man is SO sadistic he’ll literally make you beg to even touch his tiddies

like im talking about the deepest bow and show utmost respect and then he’ll maybe consider

but when he DOES budge and let you enjoy his true form’s large build, let’s just say you’re in for a ride

lmao i wanna be funny and say his tiddies are actually very bouncy so when you play with them they just boing JAHAJSKFH

ok sorry the real juicy part is when he forces your face in between his chest and he kinda suffocates you a little but it’s not enough to actually put you in any danger he just like pushing you on the edge of your seat

… though you probably dont complain so i guess it’s a win win lmaoalfjdh

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saintobio · 2 years

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( enter bastard dressed in a victorian peasant’s outfit. )

bastard

olal… olal osamu x mc…. — might i peddle some words of their short-lived love if there be any? a fleeting love untold in the eyes of the crowned prince. will you be so kind as to indulge me? the twin was so lenient and kind, i could feel his warmth waft through the screen.

sdjsks that’s a a creative ask!!! <33 osamu and the mc are platonic, but he undeniably finds her beautiful. he had a brief thought of how the mc probably wouldn’t have suffered much if she married him instead (since he has no wives) 🥲 but that was just a quick thought! nothing too serious. no feelings have truly been developed.

Anonymous said

how do the citizens view ci'an and Hera's wrongdoings or and sun's tragic romance with his third wife?

the citizens find hera and ci’an deplorable and deserving of condemnation, while they see the mc and suna’s tragedy as extremely haunting and heartbreaking.

Anonymous said

don't mind me, this is just me fishing for more olal!sunayn fluff that we missed 😅 like, how they acted in their moments alone together, pillowtalk , what they talked about in general... that's if you don't mind, my heart is just kinda empty after olal lmao 💀

rin dines with her on her chamber sometimes. he’d also bring her fresh flowers every time he visits. hug her from behind while she’s staring out the window. kiss her affectionately until she gets tired. bathe together in the morning after they made love. and their pillow talks consisted of him talking about how many heirs he wants, how happy she makes him, and how he thinks of her to relieve his stress whenever he’s doing paper works 🥺

#🖤: letters to saint #play: of lovers and liars

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antique-traveler · 2 years

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i am an absolute sucker for hurt/comfort and your most recent fic took me out and made me feel mushy emotions.

i got to daydreaming ab college mattfoggy. we all know the flashback where foggy seemed kinda shocked when matt explained he stitched his dad up. i’m picturing a night where the boys are just a lil tipsy and it’d be oh so painful and fluffy at the same time if foggy started to press more ab matt’s dad and we get to hear some fluff and tragedy bc that’s what matt’s childhood with his dad was like. i think that foggy is an incredible listener and hearing matt pour his heart out about his dad so passionately has foggy feeling the feels (some romantic ones if you’re catching my drift lmao)

ah i'm so glad you liked the fic!! i'm so proud of that one, and i was really hoping it'd be received well.

this prompt was so cute i just had to write something for it immediately. don't ask me where all this insane writing motivation has come from in the last few weeks, i have no idea lol

1.4k, T, references to blood, takes place on the same night as the flashback in Nelson v. Murdock

Foggy’s buzz is just starting to be replaced by a dull throbbing in his head by the time they make it back to the dorm. Tonight felt like it meant something, like some sort of butterfly effect puzzle piece had just slotted into place, and now Foggy’s life is set on a new path, one that Matt’s guaranteed to be in. As Foggy closes the door behind him, Matt’s already sitting on the floor, back against his bed with his long legs splayed out in front of him. It’s adorable and sincere and Foggy’s inhibitions are still lowered just enough that he slumps right down next to him, sitting criss-cross applesauce like he’s in kindergarten again.

Foggy leans his head on Matt’s shoulder, and Matt leans his head on Foggy’s head, and Foggy chuckles a little at the Jenga tower of heads they’re making. And then he stops laughing because wow, that’s actually kind of a horrifying image.

Matt reaches up and takes off his glasses, toeing off his shoes clumsily as he does it. “What’re you laughing about?”

Foggy can’t really find a way to congeal all the grotesque images his brain has conjured up into one sentence, so he just settles on, “Heads.”

“Heads?” Matt laughs. “Like, just heads, no bodies? That’s dark, Fogs.”

Foggy takes in a deep breath and settles into Matt’s shoulder a little more. “No, you see, it’s actually a metaphor for… the effects of capitalism on the… wig… industry.”

“Sure,” Matt agrees skeptically, and Foggy hangs on to the low melody of it, letting Matt’s voice run along his skin like wind, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Foggy’s not totally oblivious. He knows that Matt’s hot, he knows that he knows that Matt’s hot. Fuck, fine, he knows that Matt’s more than hot, that he’s kind and ambitious and funny and smart as they come. And leaning into Matt’s shoulder like this, Foggy feels like a traitor, not to himself but to Matt. Because this has got to be taking advantage of him, right? Foggy’s indulging his dumbass schoolboy crush and blaming it on all the booze and no matter what comes of it, one of them will end up hurt. Either Foggy tells Matt that he’s a little bit, sort of, very, extremely in love with him, and Matt goes into a heterosexual tizzy and leaves Foggy behind, heartbroken.

Or Foggy doesn’t tell him. He keeps it locked up inside and follows Matt around for the rest of their lives like a lost puppy and lets the love and admiration and hopelessness fester inside him until he dies and Matt will never know just how much he means to Foggy, never know that Foggy would follow him to the ends of the earth if it meant he’d get to see him do those little happy jumps again.

Foggy stares at the veins on Matt’s hand, at the way his calves curve in his pants, at the soft, relaxed smile, on his face and decides that, if it means he gets to stay this close forever, he’s fine keeping a secret.

Shit, if Foggy keeps thinking about this the sadness is probably gonna start leaking out of him and staining the carpet. He changes the subject. “God, man, nine years old when you had your first drink? That’s badass.”

Matt chuckles a little, holding something back behind it. “Yeah, after that I’d always get a shot or two of whiskey whenever my dad needed patching up. It was always our thing, you know? Our boys’ night. I’d listen to my dad fight, he’d come home, we’d clink our glasses and throw a couple shots back, and then I’d get to work sewing him back up.” Matt says it with this wistful note in his voice, nonchalant and nostalgic as if he were recounting something completely mundane like family picnics or something.

Foggy sits up from Matt’s shoulder and examines his face. His eyes are heavy lidded, that same relaxed smile still sitting on his face, and Foggy’s heart breaks a little. “Shit, Matt, I’m sorry you had to go through that. You… you know that that’s not really, like, a normal father-son bonding thing, right?” It’s probably not the right thing to say, Foggy’s mother would probably scold him for being so blunt, but they’re both drunk and loopy and now a little sad so Foggy thinks he gets a free pass.

Once Foggy says it, the smile drops from Matt’s face and something behind his eyes goes a little cold. “... Yeah,” he says, chewing on the inside of his lip. “There was this one time, only a couple months before he… you know. He was supposed to go down in the ninth round, they wanted to keep up the suspense, you know? That just meant that my dad had more time to get beat on, though. By the time he got home, he was cut up all over and he… reeked of blood. I stayed up past sunrise patching him up. I tried to wash it all off of my hands afterwards, but when I went to school, I… I still had blood under my fingernails.”

Foggy is silent. He puts a pin in the questions he had, questions of how someone could “reek” of blood, or how Matt knew there was blood under his fingernails if he couldn’t see them. Instead, he just lays a hand on top of Matt’s where it rests on the floor between them, and whispers, “I’m sorry.”

Matt takes in a quick, deep breath and blinks a couple times. “Yeah, you know, I– I’ve taken off the rose-colored glasses in the last couple years, and I… I don’t think he was really that great of a dad. Don’t get me wrong, he did the best he could, and he was a good man, but… I don’t think a good dad would make his son do that. Maybe under other circumstances, he could have been better, but… he shouldn’t have let me get so much of his blood on my hands.”

Apparently, Matt has sobered up quite a bit since they got back to the dorm if he was able to deliver such a verbal knock-out. Foggy swallows through the tightness in his throat and turns Matt’s hand over, lacing their fingers together and squeezing slightly. Emotional honesty had never come easy to Matt, at least, not in the three years that Foggy had known him, and now he felt like he owed Matt something in return. Maybe if Matt could survive all that with his dad, then Foggy’s secret wouldn’t be so monumental in comparison.

“I already said it,” Foggy whispers, “but I’m sorry you went through all that.”

Matt just turns his face a little towards Foggy and puts on a small, sad smile. “It’s okay, Foggy,” he says. “I think things are better now. Now I have you.”

Fuck, if there wasn’t a lump in Foggy’s throat before, there sure is now. He takes a deep breath and lets himself close his eyes in anticipation, knowing that Matt can’t see him do it. “I love you, man,” he says, and hopes it’s not too casual, hopes that Matt won’t misunderstand and make him say it again.

“I love you, too, Fogs,” Matt says, and Foggy feels his heartbeat echo through his whole body because now he has to say it again. He can’t let Matt go through life orphaned and still feeling his father’s blood under his fingernails and not knowing how big Foggy’s heart gets whenever Matt’s near.

Foggy jumps out of the frying pan and prays he doesn’t get burned too bad. “No, Matt, I–”

“It’s okay, Foggy,” Matt cuts him off before he can finish. “I know.”

Matt brings their interlaced hands up to his face and presses a kiss, the most gentle and light and honest kiss Foggy’s ever felt, to Foggy’s knuckles. The fire is certainly hotter than the frying pan, but Foggy isn’t getting burned, he’s getting perfectly warmed through and through. Without another word, Matt lets go of Foggy’s hand, strips off his scarf and jacket and crawls into his bed, still in his street clothes.

Foggy sits on the floor, back pressed up against Matt’s bed where he can hear his breathing already leveling off, and runs a finger across his knuckles.

Definitely a better outcome than he was predicting, then.

#self rb #daredevil #mattfoggy #matt murdock #foggy nelson #my fic #request #anon

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levinneheart · 4 years

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Home, Sweet Home

➳ Pairing: Aone Takanobu x F!Reader

➳ Genre: Fluff, Hcs, Engagement Proposal, Domesticated, Established Relationship

➳ Warnings: Slight manga spoiler if you squint, extremely long, may or may not give you diabetes cuz of sweetness overload, self indulgent cuz i need smth soft to enlighten my emo mood, also me being a hopeless romantic so be warned

When he became a college student, you two moved in together along with a couple of his vb teammates at a two story flat

You and Aone ofc shared a room while the others had their own rooms separately, although sometimes his underclassmen Koganegawa would barge in to ask if he could pratice tossing with your bf

Not that you hate him or anything but... one time, he almost walked into you two doing the deed 😳 Aone bless him immediately reacted by pulling you close, tucking you underneath him before covering you both under the blanket and pretended to be asleep

Poor baby chick was so clueless and confused cuz he thought he heard both of your voices and assumed that you two would be together inside, I— 💀

But that’s a story for another time~ 😝

You would always laugh when you remember that tho, while Aone would just have his usual small smile with that soft doting look in his eyes as he watches you

This man knew right there and then that he was gonna marry you so you could stay by his side forever and he would come home to you making dinner

He could even imagine himself waking up everyday to see your face first thing in the morning and stare at you lovingly while thanking his lucky stars for bringing you in his life

He mayhaps.. start thinking of making a family together with you in the future, it doesn’t even matter if you don’t want kids cuz he’s satisfied with fur babies too 👉👈 aww 🥺

His friend Futakuchi was def the first one to know, next are his upperclassmen in vbc and lastly everybody else he was acquainted with

Aone, despite being quiet, would already have something planned out so he lets everybody in on it and nobody gets left behind, just cuz he babie 💗

Ngl everybody was highkey shooketh and impressed when he told them his plan of proposing since it was simple yet so meaningful

Everyone helps out as much as they could and started calling it ‘Mission: Get Aone Engaged’ or Mission GEA for short

Time skip to the day of the proposal — Aone held your hand and began leading you to his car before driving off to somewhere as you soon as you got into the passenger seat

You quietly watch the scenery passed by the window for a while before glancing back at your ever so quiet bf “Are you taking me there? Where you wanna show me smth?” You asked as he hummed in response, looking at you through the windshield and smiling softly

You smiled back and continued to look out of the window while enjoying this little adventure and his company duh, ofc you were ecstatic yet nervous at the same time cuz it’s been a while since Aone took you somewhere and surprised you

Last time was when you came home late and drunk from a night out with your colleagues after work, he took you outside of the backyard where it was decorated with fairy lights and lanterns with a pillow and blanket fort in the middle

He got you sober by making you eat snacks and drink water as you two played board/card games all night before binge watching some anime and streaming any disney/barbie/ghibli movies on your laptop

This called me out as single lmao

You two arrived at what seemed to be an empty house, it was decently sized with a somewhat large backyard, a porch and a small garden up on the front

You heard a grunt from Aone, making you turn around to face him and gasping at the sight: your tall light-haired sweetheart was kneeling down on one knee with a small box help up held up in one hand

He slowly opened it to reveal a note attached on the inside lid of the box that said ‘marry me?’ and a cute simple pearl ring before ‘locking onto’ you

Bonus:

Ofc you said yes, how could you say no to him??? Aone’s literally husbando material, FIGHT ME 😤 jkjkjk

You also show him the ring that you were supposed to give him when you proposed— Well, if he wasn’t already whipped for you, he is now but more intensely 🥴

When you did, the whole deadass Date Tech came out of hiding, popping wine and confetti everywhere while congratulating both of you

Everyone tells you that Aone planned and built this house with the help of others and them ofc, but he planned everything so he gets all the credits 🥺

Your reaction would literally transition from 😮 to 🥺💗💞

Your heart mayhaps had exploded from the overwhelming love and adoration that you have for him ✌️😌 same tbh, loves

Futakuchi rolled his eyes at the sight of all the lovey-dovey stuff he’s just envious cuz he’s still single lol and was about to say smth snarky but Moniwa smacked him right on time lmao

When the congratulation party was over and everybody had gone home, you asked Aone why he picked this day in particular

“It’s the day we first met.” “You remembered?” ��Of course.” “Aw, Nobu.” You cooed before leaning up him, their lips touched for a soft kiss before parting

“Guess, this is: home, sweet home.”

Since I promised y’all that if my first Aone fic reached 100 notes, I’ll write another w/ a surprise bonus so here it is

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jeanslongschlong · 3 years

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a-z fluff alphabet for eren jaeger

these are self indulgent because i was really craving some eren fluff tonight. enjoy!!

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Let’s face it. This boy is known for being overly passionate about everything, so he adores absolutely everything about you. Specifically, the fact that you don’t try to baby him and often give him the freedom he needs (but not the freedom, if you get what I mean LMAO). He really appreciates that you allow him to do things on his own and aren’t too overbearing. He already gets enough of that with Mikasa.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Probably your hair. This boy could sit around and play with your hair aimlessly all day; it literally brings him so much joy he can’t even begin to explain it. Loves to braid it, pet it, run his fingers through it, basically anything you can think of.

If you don’t have hair, then probably your hands. He loves to hold your hand in public (since we all know this one is probably possessive as hell) just to show that you’re his. Especially in front of Jean. When you’re alone, he likes to lay back on the bed and trace patterns on your palms, play with your fingers, and laugh at the size difference between your hands, claiming he thinks the size difference is adorable.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

I feel like Eren isn’t entirely huge on PDA, so I wouldn’t go as far as saying he likes to cuddle in public, but when it’s just the two of you (or a group of you and maybe a few friends), expect him to be trying to initiate cuddles all the time. This boy is so seriously touch starved, he yearns for your touch all the time. I mean, who would say no to him, though? I love him 🥺

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

I’m not gonna lie, I don’t think Eren is the romantic type perse, BUT, I definitely think if he were to have an ideal date with you it would include a late night picnic with extremely deep conversations about how you imagine your future to be. Lots of cuddles. You’d definitely have a good time, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys got so carried away in your chatting that you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

This boy is the worst at expressing his emotions, I swear. He’s sad? Angry. He’s happy? Slightly less angry. He’s angry? You’d better start running. When it comes to getting him to talk to you about his emotions, he really doesn’t like to be pushed. He has issues acknowledging that he has issues in the first place, but once he does realize it, he usually takes a few days to process and think before choosing to talk to you about it (if he ever does). This boy’s feelings are an enigma, but he’s working on it. This can cause a rift in your communication, but it’s an easy fix if you’re willing to talk to him about it. The last thing he wants to do is let his inability to express emotions ruin the best thing he’s ever had.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Okay, canonically? I don’t think this boy has ever thought about it. I don’t think he ever thought he’d live that long. Especially S4 Eren, starting a family is the last thing on his mind. So, probably not, I’d barter.

However, in a modern AU? I definitely see Eren wanting children with you. I can’t see him wanting them until he’s in his late twenties/early thirties, but I 100% think he would want some. Only if you did, though. Kids are something he can live without, even though he would really like to have some if he were given the chance.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Like I mentioned previously, I don’t think Eren is a very romantic person. However, he never passes up the opportunity to buy you something. I think it’s his way of compensating for not being able to express his emotions very well with you. He’s got to show he cares about you somehow, right? Expect lots of chocolates from him randomly. I can also see him sneaking onto your laptop just to see what’s on your amazon wishlist so he can go and buy them for you later.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

All the time! He loves holding your hand; I’d say it’s the only form of PDA that he’s really comfortable with. It keeps him grounded, especially during particularly stressful times in his life. For example, in the canon universe, he’d hold onto your hand a little extra before and after expeditions. In a modern AU, I’d say he’d hold your hand before a particularly rigorous exam, or after he’s had a really rough day at work. It just reminds him that everything will be okay because you’re there. He’s never really had anything to bring him back down to earth when he gets all caught up with his emotions, so he relies on it pretty hard in that sense.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

TBH? He’d probably get pissed LMAO. But not at you, anger is basically the only way this boy can express emotions. Deep down, he’d be really, really worried about you. He’d probably sit around and mope. He’d grumble in response to any questions you’d ask him. He’s just in emotional overdrive, poor baby can’t process anything bad happening to you, it makes him want to go apeshit.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

I feel like he jokes around with you quite a bit, but more so in the form of teasing. If you’re short, be prepared for the short jokes. He’s unrelenting.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Say it with me: P👏A👏S👏S👏I👏O👏N👏A👏T👏E👏L👏Y. He does not halfass his kisses. He gives the type of kiss that leaves you gasping for breath afterwards, the type that makes you see stars behind your eyelids. Kissing Eren takes you to another dimension. It’s fucking amazing.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

I’d say mostly through gift giving and physical touch. He’s not very good with expressing that he loves you through words since one, he’s afraid he’ll say the wrong thing, two, he’s too scared that he’ll embarrass himself, and three, there literally isn’t a way to put the way he loves you into words. The way he feels about you transcends all languages.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

The day you two first met. He will never forget the very first moment he laid eyes on you. He considers it to be the best day of his life (though he keeps that to himself because he’s afraid you’ll tease him about it and he wants to keep up his manly facade).

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Unintentionally hurting you or losing you. Eren can’t imagine life without you, he wants to keep you around for as long as he can. He’s afraid one day he’ll go too far in an argument and finally push you away forever. He’s not prepared for that at all.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Loves to hug you just so he can smell you LMAO. Sounds weird, but your scent genuinely just fills him with joy.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Sticking to the classics here: Eren really likes to call you baby and babe, specifically babe. I feel like he only calls you baby when he’s feeling especially affectionate OR he’s begging for something/trying to get out of an argument without any consequences. LMAO

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Alone and at home. Of course, he doesn’t mind going out to movies or out to dinner every once and a while, but he prefers to spend time with you in private, so he can love you without anything to hold him back and no unwelcome and prying eyes.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Heat Waves by Glass Animals. More specifically, the slowed and reverb version on YouTube. I couldn’t explain why even if I tried. I just get the vibes.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

The thing with Eren is, he doesn’t mind laying out his past to you plain and simple. He will tell you every grueling detail of his childhood (including things he hasn’t even told Armin). Presently, he doesn’t keep any secrets from you. The word ‘secret’ doesn’t apply to you. The only thing that I’d say he really keeps a ‘secret’ are his emotions, but I covered that already.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

I want to say that you got together relatively quickly, but I just can’t. If I’m being realistic, I’d say nine months to a year. Eren just wasn’t sure if he was ready to commit (or if he was ready to have something to lose) so he just kept you around as a ‘really good friend’ or you guys had some sort of friends with benefits deal going on.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He doesn’t know how to act. He doesn’t know what to say. He just sits and listens to what you have to say, provides the tissues, and hugs you when you look like you need it. He’s really very comforting once he’s relaxed enough in your relationship to show you his more sensitive side.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Eren 100% loves to show you off. Especially to his friends. ESPECIALLY to Jean. It brings him a special type of joy when he can rub having you as his girlfriend in Jean’s face.

“She’s all mine, horse face.”

Poor Jean. Probably wasn’t even looking in your direction to begin with. Eren’s just a possessive and competitive shit.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He thinks you’re a badass and respects your willingness in the Survey Corps. He would 100% fight for you; he would lay his life down for you if he needed to (let’s hope not). He would worry about you, obviously, but ultimately he knows that you can handle yourself so he’s not too worried. Often times you’re the one who has to keep him from getting chomped, so he’s really grateful to you in that sense. You allow him to fight on his own for the most part but when it gets a little too dangerous you swoop in.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

At first? Tch. Homeboy is OBLIVIOUS to anything you’re feeling. But after you’ve been together one, maybe two years? He can read you like a book.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

Probably in a nonchalant way if I’m being honest. Just brings it up so casually in conversation one day that you almost completely missed it.

“Hey, Eren, what do you need from the grocery store? I’ve already got chocolate milk on the list, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Um…more shampoo? Some more shaving cream and…your hand in marriage?”

“Shampoo…shaving cream…and my hand in marriage. Got it.” Eren snickers. You knit your eyebrows together in confusion as to what he’s laughing at and scan over the contents of what you just wrote down to make sure you didn’t write down the wrong thing. When you notice it, you let out the loudest gasp known to man. “Wait- my…oh my god, are you serious?”

“Yep.”

“YOU COULD HAVE DONE IT IN A MORE OBVIOUS WAY, YOU ASSHOLE! I FEEL SO DUMB RIGHT NOW.”

“More obvious? What could be more obvious than that?” You mentally facepalm.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

He loves to play with your hair, but have I mentioned how much he loves it when you play with his hair? You could get this man to fall asleep in 10 seconds flat just by gently scratching your fingernails against his scalp.

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madrigaljail · 2 years

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A Prophet In His Own Land chapter 3 nattering

Because I need to organize thoughts before I get going. Sorta-spoilers/things which I am 100% sure need to happen are under the cut:

Overall needs more rats and telenovelas, who the hell is this guy. Also at some point I need to invoke the Bible verse the title comes from I hope y’all have googled it.

I have a decade to morph Bruno from annoyingly stable to the canon’s shitshow. How do. Well obviously there’s violence, I mean that’s guaranteed, but who/why. Don’t let the kids see. He is p. fucked in the head still. Backsliding? That’d do it. Doubling down on tics and pulling away Just In Case.

Anyway, the wedding. The cute thing w/Tori and being Lu’s godparents because d’aww. This chapter is getting A Softer Prologue My Love.

Isa and Dolores’ prophecy. Involuntary?? Would he do it if they asked (no, also side rant omfg this BUGS ME canon why, Isa’s I get but not Lolo, there is no way he’d lay THAT on a literal child UGH). Go the Lolo being into it at first route, or invoke Wrath of Pepa prompting more withdrawal?

The Bit With Mirabel’s Ceremony/Vision. Obligatory agonizing over going into the walls. I am so bored by this, maybe skip it lmao.

Wall things: concurrent with Talk of the Town, reacting to the granary fire + Antonio + the cruel irony of the vision of his happy family not being what he thought it was. Which I’m pretty sure is the flaw of my Bruno, what he thinks he Sees isn’t what happens, he misinterprets a lot. Maybe projecting some vague “stop having bad visions!” and trying to be optimistic but getting smacked down for his efforts. Or maybe it’s just a thing he did for a bit after el bruno loco, dragging himself out of misery by purposely trying to spin a Good story, and something (Bisabeula Martinez dying at Luisa’s birthday party, cough cough) sent him back into assuming the worst. Hmm hmm hmmmmm.

Post-canon self-indulgent touch-starved sweetness. I refuse to regret anything. Also extremely self-indulgent murdering Mercedes with words. “You know what I’ve always found funny?” oh YES. And Helena’s amazing closure, I cannot wait. MURAL DO-OVER.

The triplet’s 50th birthday no I don’t care what Jared says as far as I’m concerned Alma rounded up. Scene at the bridge mirroring/healing the 20th anniversary mess? Bring Jose (+ a new group of refugees) back for shits and giggles yes/hell yes/fuck yes???

Epilogue of Dolores and Mariano’s wedding. Happy endings all around, sorry guys I don’t have it in me to do anything but close on gentle fluff. All of these idiots have earned it as far as I’m concerned.

#the madrigal in-laws #my writing #wait you guys PLAN your fics?

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softrozene · 3 years

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Monster Trio Helping Reader from a Nightmare

Completely self-indulgent and rushed since I just woke up from a nightmare. I now have a cup of lavender and chamomile tea so let's hope I fall asleep into bliss. I wrote this off pure adrenaline and exhaustion. I can feel the crash of everything now lmao Uhh I hope this helps someone else besides me! Have fun reading!

Luffy, Sanji, Zoro x Reader (Gender Neutral/Non-Binary)

Warnings: fluff, mentions of vague nightmares, relationships can be taken as platonic or romantic tbh- I wrote this in like ten minutes so grammar issues are there, and it may be incoherent but I will die with pride

Words: 685

Monkey D. Luffy-

So, you wake up from a nightmare-

Chances of Luffy actually being up to comfort you are very- extremely- low

You would either have to go to him for comfort or by some miracle he had his own nightmare about the food being gone and he went to go check on it

Either way, if you wake him up or he finds you in a completely terrified state- he understands

His goofy personality will still be there but depending on your level of fear he may tone it down for you

He will reassure you that you are safe- You are the ship surrounded by people who love you and they would do anything to protect you

After these words and making sure you feel safe, he will offer to stay the night with you because after all-

He is your captain and the future King of the Pirates!

There is no one better than him to protect you, especially from nightmares

He believes in this fully so somehow you have to, or you will at least go back to sleep feeling better after talking to the goofball

If nightmares become a reoccurring thing, he gets Chopper involved since he does not know what else to do

May offer to quite literally fight your nightmares for you

Vinsmoke Sanji-

Either Sanji seeks you out depending on if he is awake (I believe it is said to be sleeping from midnight to five in the morning) and can hear your whimpers from the scary things plaguing your unconscious mind

Or you go to wake him up to ask for any kind of tea that will calm you down and let you get back to sleep peacefully

Either way, he will be glad to hear you out if you want to talk

If not, he will make you something soothing and wait with you until you get sleepy again

He reassures you that it is completely normal to have nightmares- You are human after all and not even he and the others can fend off their own

Bottom line- You are not alone and he makes sure to stress that

He will not push you to speak or force his presence with you in order to make sure you feel safe

He lets you decide what you need while just letting you know he is there for you

If nightmares become a reoccurring thing he will also speak to Chopper but the two of them come up with a plan around either talking or medicine with herbal teas in hopes it will stop on their own

Roronoa Zoro-

Zoro seeking you out first are actually rather high

Since his sleeping schedule is somehow beyond fucked- He sleeps from 4-7 (I believe that is stated not sure)

But either way, if your unconscious mind genuinely thought you were in danger, Zoro somehow would feel that and be on alert

He wakes you up with no remorse and asks if you are okay

He allows you to gather your thoughts but after seeing that fear-stricken face on you he offers you two choices- Go back to sleep and he will watch over you or go drink with him then do the first option

Zoro is the more stubborn one for sure (after Luffy) since he won’t leave a crewmate in a distressed state of mind after witnessing the effect it had on you

He will not share any personal stories, but he does heavily hint that he gets nightmares too

There is no cure, but he knows that damn good company may help with the fear the nightmares bring

If your nightmares become a regular thing, he will advise you to speak to someone, but he also understands if you refuse

If watching over you while you sleep makes you feel better you bet he will make it his duty to do that until the nightmares stop which leads to-

You become napping buddies and no one wants to find out what happens if they wake you up since Zoro gains a sixth sense for that

#my writing #one piece x reader #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #luffy x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #sanji x reader #fanfiction #headcanons #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #gender neutral reader #nonbinary reader

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