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Green With Envy |Zoro X Reader|

Jealous Zoro x reader

Zoro x Crewmate!Reader

A/N: This is for @dinuxia-bhm, Who requested Zoro Jealous of the shitty cook. This is my very first One Piece fic request so I hope I did it justice.

Request : Open

Word Count : 5.3k

Leave a comment if you enjoy ! :)

"If you stare any longer , you may actually burn the image of them into your brain." Nami teased. She bumped the swordsman with her elbow , only then drawing his attention to her presence. "

Do you plan on making a move or were you hoping to intimidate her into a relationship?"

Nami takes a seat at the table next to the pirate who also awaits the start of breakfast. His eyes glance over at her , contemplating if he has any harsh words for the navigator... He has half a mind to tell her to mind her own business. Relationship? He scoffs at the notion. The swordsman knew nothing of feelings or love. The taboo, he quickly determined, too ridiculous to even discuss. Zoro only huffs in disagreement then goes back to watching the displays of affection amongst you and the cook.

You were teaching Sanji how to make an authentic breakfast from your village. The cook had begged you for weeks to share your favorite recipe with him. Even offering to spend his own berries gathering all the ingredients.

"Sanji, why do you keep asking me about this?" You inquired on the third week.

" I know you've only been sailing with us for a couple months, but I'm sure you noticed how hard it is to be away from home. " He took the cigarette out his lips then ashed it on the railing before giving you a sincere smile. "I just want to be able to make you something if you get homesick."

It was difficult to decline such a heartfelt request.

"Here. Try it now."

You blew on the spoon hoping to cool it down. When most of the steam subsided , you extended your arm bringing the spoon to Sanji's lips. You steadied his chin with your free hand being sure not to spill the hot liquid on his face. He hummed in pleasure at the taste.

"I think you have outdone even me on this one, my love." Sanji grinned proudly.

"As if I could ever!"

You pushed your hand into Sanji's chest jokingly shoving him away from you. The cook grabs your wrist before you can pull away, drawing you in to plant a tender kiss on your cheek.

"Darling, you truly did an amazing job. Thank you for showing me."

The sight made Zoro's stomach turn. He watched how Sanji's hands fell to your waist when he moved around you to navigate the kitchen. Notice how you didn't shy away from his touch. How you actually offered a sweet smile to him in return . The marimo's body strained at every passing touch you and Sanji exchanged. His taut muscles are too tense to contract any further at the sight of Sanji's lips against your skin. "Why does he get to touch you?" The thought comes as a surprise to him.

"Here Zo , you wanna try ?" You asked.

You turn to him with a new spoonful of jam, blowing on it just as you had done for Sanji . You had taken notice of the swordsman's observations of you . Watch the way his eyes had followed your hands to Sanji's chin when you fed him . Zoro had sat at the table all morning supervising your lesson with the cook. You figured you could offer him that attention too.

"Marimo is too dense to appreciate such elegant flavors. " Sanji responds before Zoro has an opportunity to.

"Fuck you! It's only your shit cooking I don't appreciate!"

While the boys bicker you walk over to the table spoon in hand. Sanji had hurled another insult at the ex bounty hunter , but the delicate feeling of your fingers wrapping around his chin stopped any words Zoro may have had in return. There was a small pause where his eyes lingered on yours . Searching for something . Malice? Contempt? You didn't know. But When he found what he was looking for , or lack thereof , his lips parted.

"Is it good? Do you like it?" You asked using your thumb to wipe away the excess from the side of his mouth.

"Yeah..." His gaze shifts away from you. "Way better than the cooks."

You giggled at his words, allowing yourself to wallow in the heat that filled your chest at his praise. Amused at the small smirk that laid on his lips once he had gotten what he wanted. Your attention. You bend to bring your mouth to his ear.

"Silly swordsman, I have enough attention for the both of you." You whispered .

"I- that's not-"

The words trip and stumble out his mouth never once finding their feet. You could see the sweat begging to bead on Zoro's brow as his eyes shifted about in panic, looking for anything coherent to mumble back. The stoic pirate reduced to a fumbling teenager at your words. When he can come up with nothing, he decides to stop speaking. Annoyed, he crosses his arms against his chest and turns his head to face the navigator. He is met with the knowing grin on her face.

Your eyes scanned the room while your fingers aimlessly tapped against the sake bottle. You sat at the bar top alone , waiting for the rest of your crew-mates to join you . You should have known better than to think any of them would be on time. Sticking to the plan was not something the Strawhats were particularly versed in. Especially when they were all left to their own devices on a new island. You sigh, dragging your free hand down your face , attempting not to ruin your makeup in the process. It was beginning to get difficult to wait. The eyes of the pirate's in the bar watched you hungrily, and you feared one may try to satiate their appetite. Eyes still roaming the room, you hoped to see a familiar face.

"A pretty lady like yourself shouldn't be sitting all alone in a packed bar. " A man announces.

It's their captain. His arm is extended, hand out offering you a beer as he approaches. You smile, kindly declining. You hold up your own bottle, shaking it slightly to indicate its fullness as means of justification . The man nodded in understanding, but didn't leave. In fact he took the prolonged silence as an invitation to take a seat alongside you.

"Are you waiting on somebody?"

He casually rests his hand on your thigh as though he has already claimed you . You shift in your seat, turning so your legs would fall beneath the bar top. You're hoping the man would sense your discomfort at his proximity. His hand does not move. Instead his smile grows wider. Taking your movement as the green light to slowly drag his hand up toward your waist.

"My boyfriend is meeting me."

The lie slips past your lips with ease at the sudden rush of adrenaline. You go to swat the man's hands from you . The previous statement should be enough for him to understand you are not his to claim . The smile he wears drops. His hand doesn't move. Despite your physical protest. Your breath hitches in your throat at the growing realization of the situation you're in.

"He shouldn't have left you here all alone." The man's voice isn't above a whisper

His warning is gone just as quickly as it came , but your fear still lingers in the air. Your eyes bounce wryly from the door to the pirate who continued to creep into your space. "They're coming!" Your mind loops the words as if they were an incantation.

Then, as if to answer your fervent prayers, the bar door is shoved open. Luffy is the first of your crew to enter, his first mate trails behind him. You can see Zoro searching for you in the crowd, as the rest of the Strawhats messily file in after him. It doesn't take long for his eyes to find yours.

You don't have to say a word . The swordsman can sense your discomfort from where he stood. He saw the fear that engulfed the glimmer that resides in your eyes. He watched how you kept your arms held close to your body, afraid the man would reach for you. Notice how rigidly you cross your legs over one another . Then he sees the man's hand rubbing up and down your thigh. The swordsman starts making his way over to you, hand on the hilt of Shusui.

Zoro drew his sword placing the blade at the base of the man's wrist. The music in the bar stopped. The patrons are silent. Everybody's eyes fall on the three of you. Most filled with fear, your friends with confusion. But all watch the same as the conflict unfolds.

"Move your hand, before I slice it off."

There is a brief pause before the man laughs. A genuine belly hugging laugh at Zoro's imminent threat. Moments later the other men join in, egging their captain on.

"Is this the boyfriend you were talking about?"' The man asks, ignoring the ex bounty hunter. His eyes don't leave your body. Neither does his hand. "You almost got your lady in a lot of trouble , leaving her all alone in a bar like this."

Zoro's scowl deepens at the pirate's words. "Boyfriend? You had told the man he was your boyfriend?" The pieces slowly fall into place as the swordsman assesses the scene surrounding you. Alone, you sat in a bar full of pirates. The only other women present are staff of the small business. Zoro's eyes glance over at yours. His grip tightens around the hilt at the sight of your fearful expression. You had told the pirate he was boyfriend. Zoro finally understands.

"What kind of man would treat his girlfriend that way?"

"What kind of man uses his power to strong arm women? " The swordsman responds.

The question coals in the raging fire that was already roaring in the ex bounty hunter. The pirate had thought you were his, yet touched you anyway. Decided you were his to claim. To conquer. Then Justified his actions using the lack of Zoro's presence as an excuse. As if his absence was reason enough to encroach your space, and have you trembling in fear. Now the pirate captain had the audacity to question the type of man he was. It enrages Zoro.

"I'm not going to repeat myself."

"Strong arm?" The captain stifles another laugh. His eyes finally look over to meet the swordsman. "We would've handled princess here real gentle."

The pirate clenches his fingers around you then goes to inch his hand further up your thigh. Zoro has seen enough. There is a sharp yelp preceding the sound of him sheathing his weapon. Your harasser's hand falls to the floor beneath your feet. Blood spews from his severed arm. You want to scream, but a sharp gasp falls from your lips instead. Almost instinctively Zoro's hand reaches out to grasp yours at the reaction.

You had seen Zoro cut down many men before, but being inches away from his blade as he does so was an entirely different experience. As you felt the warmth of the pirate's blood seeping into your dress, and wiped at the splatters of blood that littered your skin, you couldn't help but be a bit awestruck at his strength.

The captain's crew members rush to his aid as his screams continue. Zoro lets you squeeze his hand while you cautiously hop down from the bar stool, trying your best not to slip on the blood that covered the floor. He nudges you along to follow him. The only precursor you receive before the two of you walk into the single stalled bathroom at the back of the bar.

The small room didn't allot the two of you much personal space. If anything it forced you two into dangerously close proximity. As you stood in front of the sink , back to the mirror, you could feel Zoro's knees lightly brush yours when he reached to grab the paper towel off the roll. He bundles it up then brings it to your cheek. You take note of the small hesitation he makes before his hand lands on your chin . He licks the wad before swiping away at your cheek. A poor attempt to rid you of the scumbag's blood.

"I'm sorry." The words feel unfamiliar as they fall from the swordsman's mouth.

Your eyebrows raise to your temples. In all the months you had been sailing with the Strawhats , you have never heard Zoro apologize. You wonder what made this occasion so different. the slight widening of your eyes gives way to your surprise. Zoro notices and continues.

"I should have been on time."

"Don't be sorry Zoro. You saved me, thank you."

You bring your hand up to rest over his before smiling up at him. The look in your eyes, the one he had seen you give to Sanji so many times, was finally from his doing. His heart raced at your expression. He felt himself begin to sweat as the warmth of your stare spread across his skin. Zoro couldn't understand the physical response from his body. Part of him wanted to run. To flee the threat that seemed to be your piercing gaze. But a bigger part of him wanted to bask in its glow, doing anything imaginable to keep the sun out just a little while longer.

"Although " You giggle at the silly hunch. "I would have thought it would be Sanji to save me."

Your words bring raging storm clouds that wash Zoro's warmth away. He rolls his eyes. As though the notion was too implausible to even be considered. He brings the paper towel back to your cheek then speaks.

"The dumbass cook can barely save himself !"

"Is the moss head jealous?" You tease. " I'm happy it was you."

A loud bang on the flimsy wooden door interrupts the swordsman before he can respond. Seconds later it flings open, shaking on its creaky hinges. The sniper stands on the other side wide eyed.

"It's time to go!"

When you reunite with your crew there really is no need to explain the urgency of the situation. The pirate captain laid unconscious on the ground with a makeshift tourniquet wrapped around his arm. Apparently the crew had not taken kindly to Zoro's treatment of their captain, and seemed to have every intention of taking it out on the rest of the crew.

"C'mon guys there is surely no reason to make this much fuss over one hand." Brooke had tried to reason, his efforts in vain. The pirate crew wanted a fight.

"You pieces of shit!" Sanji swept his leg, thrashing a considerable number of men through the bar's singular window. "How dare he have the audacity to treat my darling , sweet love with such disrespect. And now you stand here trying to avenge your captain's actions... I won't allow it to go unpunished."

Sanji had enough fury in his heart to take on the entirety of the scumbag's lackeys. A fight was the only way to alleviate the emotions that were sure to get the better of him. In under three moves the cook had the no named pirate crew looking just as bad as their captain. The situation was settled.

"So the swordsman saves the day." Sanji says dejectedly as he brings the glass to his lips to take a drink. "At least you're okay."

You can't help the giddy smile that appears on your face at his mention. A bitter side effect of the alcohol. The navigator had suggested none of you go home empty handed after the chaos that ensued at the bar. Insinuated you had deserved a treat after all your troubles. There were no objections. At first you can only giggle at the cook's words. Butterfly's bloom in your chest when you think about the swordsman's delicate touch against your skin just moments after cutting a man down... for you. A slight chills crawls down your spine. You take a significant swig from the whiskey bottle in your hand hoping the burn of the alcohol sliding down your throat may warm you up.

"He's an interesting man , Uh?" You pause to glance towards the deck. "Zoro."

"That's one word."

Sanji's curly brows raise at your question. He turns to look at you, but you don't meet his gaze. You're looking out at the party . The cook watches your eyes while they search and scatter. He is trying to assess their intent, and then it dawns on him. You were looking for him. The Swordsman.

"You wouldn't happen to have a crush on mosshead would you?"

Your eyes dart back to Sanji , then away to look at the sea. Crush wasn't nearly a strong enough word to describe how you felt about Roronoa Zoro. Sometimes you would switch night watches with Nami just for the opportunity to watch the swordsman train in the crows nest. Although most of the time had been spent in silence , there was still something special about being in his presence. But Zoro's stoicism made it difficult to discern his feelings. You had thought him so unconcerned with your presence for so long that you had resorted to blatant teases and flirting with him in the first place. If only to fluster him. You craved acknowledgment from Zoro, in the way your lungs craved oxygen. desperately.

"I have been obsessed with the swordsman since the day Luffy dragged me onto the sunny... "

"Obsessed uh?"

Sanji lets out a genuine laugh at the words. Amused by the way the alcohol loosens your tongue. He had always taken notice of your affinity toward Zoro. Witnessed how differently you spoke to him than the others. Your crewmates had easily labeled you a flirt, but the way you riled Zoro had been different than the jokingly stated endearments you passed the rest of them.

Sanji glances around you to spot the swordsman on the deck. As he suspects the green haired pirate is surveilling them. When their eyes meet Zoro turns his head to stare at the antics of their captain, feigning interest. "If the dumbass mosshead had even the slightest ounce of emotional intelligence the two of you would be happy now." Sanji is surprised when the thought bumps into his head.

"Well, darling" Sanji wraps his arm around your shoulder to draw you into him. You rest your head on his chest, then he continues to speak. "I have half a mind to say marimo likes you too."

The swordsman lays against the mast , feet crossed in front of him downing his third bottle of the night. He doesn't understand his anger at your actions; This scalding feeling that envelops him at the way you rest your head on Sanji's chest encourages him to drink more. He tries to dismiss his thoughts, convince himself that he doesn't care, but they bombard him like a buster call.

"Why did the cook get to hold you?" "He was the one who saved you. Why are you batting your eyelashes at Sanji and not him ?" "What else does he have to do to keep your attention?" "What about the shit cook was so much better than him?"

Zoro sees you part from the cook, and watches as you trek back to the party. He assumes you'll rejoin Nami and Robin, considering the tipsy women are calling your name so fervently. His brows raise when you pass them giving a placating wave. You're making your way over to him.

"Don't tell me you're already done drinking Zoro. I hadn't known you to be such a lightweight." You jest, pointing over to the 3 empty bottles that sat alongside him.

Zoro smirks before reaching for the half empty bottle that was clutched in your fingers. He wraps his large hand around yours then guides you to bring the bottle to his lips so he can take a drink. When he is done he wipes the excess from his lips using the back of his hand.

"You done smiling at the cook?"

He releases his hold on you then turns his head so your eyes won't meet his. He's staring at the sea as if it will answer his question. You mock a gasp bringing your free hand to your chest. Then you giggle.

"Roronoa! You're so jealous."

"No I'm not!"

You bring your hand to Zoro's cheek guiding his eyes back to yours. You offer him a sly smirk before you bend at the waist to meet his face. You're so close Zoro can feel your breath on his cheeks.

"Yes you are mossy. So spoiled, wanting my attention all to yourself. It's okay, I'm here now."

Zoro jerks his chin away from your grasp. His face scrunches into a frown. It's difficult for him to discern if it's anger, or embarrassment that's swelling inside him. The words fall from his lips before he has a chance to assess them.

"I'm not jealous!... I don't even know what the shitty cook sees in you."

Zoro wishes he could snatch the words back before they hit your ears. Hates how you wince at what he says. The way your smile dropped while you ruminated on his words. There is no more sunshine in your tear pooled eyes, only storm clouds. He knows it before the first tear has fallen. He's gone too far. You storm away from him.

"You made her cry." Sanji states as he pulls the cigarette for his lips. He puffs the smoke out then turns to Mosshead for an answer.

Zoro is in the crow's nest hiding from the peering eyes of his crewmates. Surely the cook hadn't been the only one to notice your early departure from the party only moments after the conversation you two had. The others were bound to have questions of their own soon. None of which Zoro cared to answer.

"I didn't mean to." Is all the swordsman can muster. The image of your broken hearted eyes are seared into his brain. Why did he say that? He wants to bang his head against the wall at the thought. Sanji rolls his eyes at the excuse. Not assuaged by the swordsman's words. Intent had no significance in Sanji's mind, all that mattered was that he was the source of your tears.

"What did you say to her?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Bullshit."

Zoro walked toward the dumbbells that laid on the floor . He decides lifting is a better option than repeating his misgivings. He had no intention of admitting to the cook that he himself had been the source of Zoro's rage.

"Why do you care?" Zoro snaps back . He's deflecting.

"Because I care about her. She's cried herself to sleep and it's your fault!"

"If you care so much you fix it!"

"I wish I could marimo, I would love nothing more than to take that darling lady away from you."

Zoro scrunched his face into yet another frown. From him ? Zoro had never believed you his to begin with . Had that been the case he would've cut the chef down ages ago for his fleeting touches and stares.

"Take her, I don't care."

At this the cook let out a loud laugh that threatened to escape the confines of the crow's nest. He genuinely couldn't believe the swordsman could be so oblivious of his own feelings. When Sanji catches his breath, he can't help his devilish smile.

"... So you wouldn't mind if I climb into her bed tonight? You know she asked me."

Zoro's jaw clenches. He lowers the dumb bells away from his chest then drops them to the floor. Now his eyes meet the cook. Sanji takes it as an invitation to continue.

"I think she wanted the comfort after y'all's ... run in."

More fuel is added to Zoro's already racing thoughts. This time, he could not convince himself he was unbothered. Couldn't find a deep place to push the discomfort. The cook always got the best parts of you. Parts the swordsman so desperately wanted to save for himself. Zoro was sick of it.

"Don't touch her."

A sharp chuckle falls from Sanji's lips at the irony. Zoro couldn't admit to how he feels about you, but is standing there contemplating cutting him down at the mere thought of letting him into your bed. How could marimo be so stupid?

"Yeah mosshead, You don't care about her at all." Sanji mocked.

"You don't know what you're talking about?" Zoro scoffs.

What does the shitty cook know of his feelings, when he himself could not sort them out.

Sanji can only shake his head in disappointment. He brings his fingers to the bridge of his nose to pinch it slightly before letting out a dismissive sigh. Oh how'd he wished to take your mind away from the swordsman. Wished it was he who was the object of your affections, but the cook knew you would never be obsessed with him in the same way you were marimo. As painful as that may be.

"Zoro, if you lose the girl you're in love with because you're too stupid to figure out your feelings..." He takes a drag from his cigarette "You're a bigger dumbass than I thought."

"Why do you give a shit if things work out?t" Zoro snarls. He wonders why Sanji has suddenly taken his feelings into so much consideration.

"Honestly mossy I don't. You don't deserve her. but she loves you and she deserves to be happy. You'll make her happy. That's all I really want... "

Sanji set the plate down on the vanity. He peers over at you wrapped in the thick comforter. You had allowed it to engulf you, face and all. You had not moved since he had come to see you last. That was at breakfast. Still you faced the wall with your back to him. There is a slight hesitation in his step before he walks further into the room.

"You sure everything is okay?" He inquires for the second time.

"I'm fine Sanji. Really." You attempt to sound reassuring.

The cook nods in understanding. He is not convinced , but will not ask for a third time . Instead he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. A sigh of relief leaves your lips. You didn't want to tell Sanji the truth. That you were too embarrassed to face the swordsman. That his rejection looped continuously through your mind, making it impossible to sleep. Had Zoro really meant what he said ? Were you just making a fool of yourself this whole time? The thought makes you shudder.

Sanji pushes his way through the door to enter the kitchen. He is met with the eyes of his crewmates who waited for him at the table in anticipation . He shakes his head. Nami and Robin release their sighs of disappointment .

"I wonder why she won't join us." Robin inquires.

"First breakfast, now lunch... She must really be feeling bad." Nami continues.

"I can go check on her... " Luffy chimes in "maybe she'll tell me what's wrong."

Luffy goes to grab a handful of the chopped fruit Sanji had placed on the table . Sanji swats his captain's hands away before sitting another plate down, this time sandwiches. Zoro has now entered the kitchen hearing the tale end of the Strawhat's woes. He feels the way the cooks eye borough into his skull, knowing that they're scowling at him. Zoro doesn't look his way. He knows that it is his fault you've gone missing . He doesn't need the cook to remind him.

"Marimo is going to check on her." Sanji announces.

The room falls quite as eyes are now on the swordsman. Nami cringes in disbelief, shaking her head vigorously.

"I don't think that's a good id-"

"Don't worry, he'll fix it." Sanji ends Nami's sentence before she has the chance to.

His crew eyes him with unsure stares. Zoro had never been one to offer much comfort, even in the most dark of times. They didn't see how he'd be the answer to their troubles. Sanji does not elaborate on his statement. He offers his crew a smile before setting the homemade chips on the table and announcing lunch is ready.

"Sanji , you don't have to keep coming in here every fifteen minutes to check on me. " You say to the sound of knocking at the bedroom door.

You pull the blankets back to face who you thought was the cook. Zoro stood there in his place. His back against the bedroom door like he was still contemplating if he should stay or not. You sit up at the feeling of your heart shooting to your throat.

"What are you doing here?"

"You haven't come out all day." He responds as if that answers your question. When you don't say anything back , he assumes he should continue. "They're worried about you."

Zoro's hand falls to the nape of his neck, he rubs sheepishly then looks down at the floor. You roll your eyes, dissatisfied with his answer. You pull the blankets up to cover your face then turn your back to him.

"Go away Zoro."

It hurts him to hear, although he knows he has no right to be upset. When he heard you didn't show up for breakfast, he'd felt worse than when the words initially fell from his mouth. Truth be told he had hid in the crow's nest as long as he could trying not to run into you this morning . Thought that he was giving you space to breathe without his watchful eye.

"I- I was jealous... of you and the cook."

Zoro pauses waiting for a reaction from you to see if he should keep talking or not. There's an unusual shake of fear in his voice you don't recognize. You sit up to face him once again.

"I was mad and I took it out on you. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

This has made two apologies from the ever prideful pirate.

"You hurt my feelings." Your voice is soft , fragile as you respond.

"I know..." The swordsman pushes himself from the door to take a step towards you. "If I could eat the words I would."

You gaze into his eyes for a moment, searching for an ounce of deception. You know you won't find it . If the swordsman had not meant his words, he would not have gone out of his way to say them. But still you look to reassure yourself.

"Zoro I don't understand makes you so angry about my relationship with Sanji?"

"I don't like it when he touches you." The swordsman confesses.

You smirk at his candor. All this over the playful touches the cook had thrown your way. It was almost too sweet to believe you had the swordsman so twisted at the sight of you sharing your affection. You swing your legs so they fall off the edge of the bed. You're staring at him intently. Zoro is nervous under your gaze . You can tell by the way he fiddles with his fingers aimlessly.

"You don't like when Sanji touches me ?" You repeat. You pause to offer the swordsman a chance to take back his words. But he does not renege.

"...I don't like when anyone touches you."

Your giggle is involuntary. The smirk on your lips is now a full blown smile. Despite the pain that had come from it, you couldn't help but love the thought of the swordsman jealous over you. Before you were just joking , but to hear the words from Zoro's mouth himself was truly blissful.

"Roronoa... Do you have a crush on me?"

"Crush on you?" He ponders like it's the first time he's thought about it. "I don't think that's a strong enough word."

"No?"

He shakes his head taking a step toward you . His hand meets your cheek. He is hesitant. Thinks you may pull away from his touch. But the swordsman is pleasantly surprised when you lean into his hand.

"Sanji says I'm in love with you."

Your heart skips at the word. Love. It sounded so sweet coming from Zoro lips. You wondered what you would have to do to hear him say it again.

"Yeah? And what do you think?"

"I think he might be right."

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A/N : I stared at this so long, I might have it memorized at this point lol. I'm not sure if I'm happy with it , but it is a labor of love nonetheless.

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faintedlcve · 8 months

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Hi can I get a imagine about Theodore Nott?

Okay so reader and (duh!) theodore are partners in potion’s class. Both slytherin. They are making the potion Amortentia (see where I’m going with this?), they sniff it, and then challenge the other to drink it making them infatuated with each other. Reader already has feelings for Theo since second year but never knew theo felt the same but since he’s a guy and guys act macho and tough, he pretends the feelings are only because of the potion towards their friends (only Pansy (our bff!) knows about our feelings towards Theo). Ending it with a confession of feelings and a truck load of smut?

If you don’t do smut, a fluffy ending please

Amortentia

Pairing: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, confessions, shouting (like barely)

A/n: first of all, thanks for the request, I love it! Sorry this was so late x I kinda forgot about the fact that I finished it because I thought I posted it so sorry xx I also didn't give it a smutty ending (sorry!) Because I suck at writing smut. My reason before used to be bc I was uncomfortable but idrgaf anymore. It's just cause I suck at it and dont wanna disappoint you xx hope you like it 🩷

Also to all the other people who requested: I see your request xx I'm going to take some time to write it to do it justice xx

You stumbled into Snape's potion class, knowing you were late. In your defense... you had none.

You sat down next to Theo, your good friend, after being told off by Snape.

"Today we'll be making amortentia. Can anyone tell me what an amortentia potion is?" Snape directed the question to the class.

Hermione raised her hand. Of course she did. Snape nodded towards her, gesturing her to continue.

"It's one of the strongest love potions rumoured to smell differently for each person." She answered.

"Correct. Now to make this potion you're going to need the following ingredients." Snape went on about the ingredients. After a while, he finally told you to make it.

As you stirred the potion, the smell of white musk, violets and faint smoke enveloped your senses. The smell of... Theo.

"God you definitely did not cut back on your vanilla perfume today y/n." Theo stated.

You just stared at him waiting for him to realise.

"There's no way!" Theo said as he realised.

"Only one way to find out." You said.

He raised an eyebrow as a gesture to continue.

"Drink it." You say.

"What?"

"drink it." You repeat.

"if I drink it, you will have to too."

"okay, deal."

You knew you would regret it but it was already too late as you had already gulped down the potion.

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The next few hours were... traumatising (to say the least) for your friends.

Around other people you could pretend you were only flirting with Theo because you drank the potion. Other people except Pansy.

Pansy knew you liked him. Well, in your defense you never really told her. She was your best friend and you were going to eventually tell her but she guessed even before you could.

With the potion, you couldn't tell if Theo actually liked you or was just pretending. That's what he told all his friends. But in all fairness, so did you and that didn't necessarily mean it was true. He said he was infatuated with you because of the potion but you so desperately hopes he actually liked you. And the stupid potion wasn't helping.

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"You need to tell him!" Pansy said as you walked around her room telling her how you're ere contemplating if he liked you or not.

"What if he rejects me?" You ask, worried.

"Pfft have you seen him? He is so in love with you." She says.

"It could just be the potion!" You stated.

"You don't get it, do you? I mean before he drank it. He acted love struck then as well!" She said.

"What? No he didn't. He had a girlfriend at that time. And he wa making out with her. And doing... other stuff." You said disgusted.

"Guys tend to try and impress the person they like. He literally acted tough around you. All the time." Pansy said.

"I guess there's only one way to find out." You stated sighing as you gave in.

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You marched into the common room with Pansy write behind you making sure you don't change your mind.

"Theo can I talk to you?" You ask politely.

"Uh, yeah." He said.

As you walked out with him you just kinda said it.

"I like you. I've liked you for ages and it's okay if you don't like me back. You aren't inclined to. I smelled you in the potion and I never told you and I just felt that if I told you it would ruin our friendship and I didn't-" your words were cut short as Theo placed his lips against yours.

"Did you kiss me to get me to shut up? Wise choice." You said as you pulled away.

"Yeah that's one reason." He said giggling.

"What's the other reason?" You asked.

"Why do people usually kiss?" He answered you with a question.

"I know I just wanted to hear you say it." You said blushing slightly.

"I like you too." He said genuinely meaning it. You knew that wasn't the potion.

"Now can I kiss you again?" He asked.

"I'd like that very much." You said.

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Thanks for reading! This was on the back burner for a while and I kinda forgot about it bc I thought I posted it so sorry about that xx hope you liked it 💖

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #theodore nott x reader #theo x reader #theo fluff #theodore nott x you #theodore #theo nott x reader #theodore nott fluff #theodore x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott imagine #friends to lovers #theo nott fluff #fluff

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buckys-little-belle · 5 months

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Chapter Two - Backpack, Backpack

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

Warnings - Mentions of Bucky’s ‘Old Life’, talks about slight “Violence” (Bucky’s past), talks of a first aid kit, feeling “scared” about being a little, fluff! Obviously!

Word Count - 2164

Note - I've finished all of Bub and Buck's story now, and I have to say it's been crazy going back and blending chapters/blurbs together to create a more cohesive story. It's been fun, and crazy, and honestly I missed this little place that I loved so much. Cafe BigNSmall is the beginning of so much, not just this account. It was the first little writing thing I put out that really got traction and that led me to where I am now. Going to school in January for creative writing, beginning the process of writing my own book. This little fic that has brough comfort to so many, myself included, is so much bigger than just a fanfiction or just a writing process and I'm so thankful for everyone who has stuck by my side, who has liked, reblogged, and sent asks about it. I love every one of you, I love who you've helped me become, and I've loved every minute of re-writing this series and I hope you love re-reading, or even reading it for the first time. I just have so so so much love in my heart for this and for you <3

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Bucky sat at his same table for the umpteenth time, but this time he sat with a smile knowing someone was on their way to sit with him. For the first time in a while Bucky wasn’t sitting and watching everyone while feeling jealous, instead he watched as a Caregiver hugged their Little and felt hopeful that he might get to have that one day.

“MR!” Y/n yelled from the entrance like she couldn’t believe he was there, sitting at their table ready for whatever she wished to do. “Hi!” She smiled at him when she got to the table, her usual overalls and t-shirt combo covered by a heavy sweater. He was happy she had covered up more than yesterday, the sky grey instead of blue, and the colder.

“Hi.” He smiled back, Bucky was sure he looked goofy with how big his smile was but he didn’t care. “Chilly?” He asks as he watches them shiver slightly when the finally sit down.

“Yeah.” Y/n tilts her head to the side as she seems to contemplate something. “I think ‘m gonna get a hot chocolate.” She rummages around her bag before finding her wallet and pulling out a five dollar bill. Bucky was quicker though, already on his feet and in the line. “What are you gonna get?” Y/n asks as she joins him in the line.

“Well, I think I’m going to get a hot chocolate too.” He looks down at her, a silly grin on her face as she nods her head. “Their cake pops look good too.” Bucky points to the glass case full of baked goods and premade sandwiches.

“I know!” Y/n practically jumps. “I had one once.” They frown. “But I never have enough moneys for one, maybe next week I’ll get one.” They nod their head, agreeing with their idea.

Bucky already planned on buying Y/n a cake pop, but wanted to make sure she actually did like them. Finding out she’s only had one because she can’t afford them has him vowing to always buy her one whenever she’s here.

The money Bucky got from the government after his treatment went public often sits in his bank account unused, he has what he needs, and most of what he wants, and he hates spending the money on useless things. Yet as he watches Y/n’s eyes flicker to the case full of sweet treats with a frown on their face he’s happy to know he finally has something, someone worth spending money on.

“Hi, what can I get you today?” The barista smiles at Bucky, giving an extra sweet grin and a wave to Y/n.

“Can I get two medium hot chocolates, please?” Bucky places his hand on Y/n’s shoulder to get her attention before asking. “What kind of cake pop do you want Bub?”

“I can’t.” They shrug their shoulders, clearly not aware that Bucky’s already ordering for her.

“I’m buying you one. Which one do you want, Bub?” He adds some clarification, leaning down slightly to be at Y/n’s height, pointing to the cake pops in the case. “I love vanilla, I think I’ll get a vanilla one.” He says, hoping that him getting one will make Y/n feel less nervous.

She begins playing with her hands, twisting her fingers together, something Bucky’s noticed she does when anxious. “Um, I like chocolate.” She whispers, looking back at Bucky with weary eyes. “But I don’ wan’ you to buy it, I -” Bucky doesn’t let her finish her sentence, instead he stands and orders both cake pops before paying.

With both hands on Bub’s shoulders he moves them over to the wait station. “When you’re with me I’ll be the one buying things, okay?” His tone is sweet but also somehow firm, hoping his words make sense and are final, but also hoping he doesn’t seem too overbearing.

“Like a, like when.” Bub stumbled over her words before turning around to face Bucky, his hands dropping from her shoulders only for her to grab his left, glove covered, hand to fidget with it like she does hers. “Like a caregiver?” She asks, finally meeting Bucky’s glance.

“Exactly like that.” Bucky nods. “I’ll act like your caregiver when we’re together, okay?” He regrets using the word ‘act’ the moment he says it, Y/n somberly nodding at his words. He wants to be her caregiver all the time, he doesn’t want to just act as one while around her, but he met her yesterday. Neither of them know each other well enough for that kind of trust, yet Bucky seems to feel like they both are on the same wavelength. Like they’ve waited long enough for someone to be their other, why wait a little longer.

“I’d like tha’.” Y/n nods, turning back around in Bucky’s arms to wait for their cake pop and hot chocolate.

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For a whole week Bucky and Bub met up everyday, getting hot chocolate and cake pops. Y/n kept giving Bucky colouring pages to take home with her signature at the bottom, his fridge now covered in them after a frantic late night trip to buy magnets. Walking into his house and seeing the fridge coloured in pictures made him love the fact that he bought a huge fridge able to store at least another week's worth of pictures without having to remove anymore of the ones he’s already been given.

“Hi, Mr!” Y/n smiled as she sat down on her booth seat, her backpack placed on the table as she got comfortable. “I made you something.”

“You did?” Bucky unpackaged her cake pop and placed it on a napkin, sliding it over to her along with her hot chocolate. “Careful it’s hot.” Bucky warned as Bub went straight for her drink the moment it was in her line of sight.

“Otay.” She blew a breath onto the cup, though Bucky wasn’t sure how helpful her hot puff of air would be in cooling it down, instead pulling it back to himself and blowing cold air on it for her. “Here.” She placed a piece of paper onto the table.

This picture wasn’t one from a colouring book, but one on regular plain paper, drawn by Y/n and coloured by her to. Two figures stood hand in hand with a box of crayons in the middle. One person was obviously Bucky, the other Y/n. Even if he couldn’t tell Bub had written their names “Mr” and “Bub” below each of their persons. “I love it.” Bucky smiled, sliding the, now less hot, hot chocolate back to Y/n, her taking a sip immediately and humming in content. “I’ll have to put in on my fridge.” He said aloud, though he meant to keep the words to himself, not sure if it was wrong to admit he had grown attached to Y/n enough to want her pictures on his fridge.

“Really?” Her usually playful voice grew serious, her eyes filled with tears. “My drawing?”

“Yeah, Bub.” He smiled, glad she seemed happy over the idea. “I have a few of your drawings on my fridge already.” He admitted. Before he could place it in his bag Y/n was up and out of her seat sliding into Bucky’s booth before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “Oh.” Bucky lets out a surprised sigh.

“I like you, you nice.” Y/n said as she pulled away, though didn’t leave the booth.

“You’re nice too, Bub.” Bucky said in disbelief. He knew the two of them were making good steps towards fully being comfortable around one another, Y/n seemed to slip further and further into regression, showing she felt safe around Bucky, and she had even asked him if he was the Winter Soldier and hadn't run when he said yes. But he hadn’t expected her to feel comfortable enough to hug him, yet he wasn’t going to argue or complain.

Y/n eyed his bag for a minute or so before asking a question. “Wha’s in your bag?” She asked, this being the first time she had truly seen it.

“I’ll show you what’s in my bag, if you show me what’s in yours?” He offered, having been wondering what she brought with her to the cafe everyday. “Deal?” He asked, and she perked up, agreeing before sliding out and back onto her seat, something Bucky frowned at.

“Otay!” Bub squealed, opening her green backpack before digging around a little bit. The first thing she pulled out was a small zipper pouch, the fabric printed with frogs and plants. “This has m’ keys, an’ my phone.” She pulled both out, her phone being secured in a bag inside her bag making sense as to why it took her so long to find it when her alarm went off. “An’ it has my tic tacs in it! D’ you wan’ one?” She asked with a smile, holding out tropical tic tacs to Bucky.

“I’m okay, but thank you Bub.” He smiled, proud of her manners and willingness to share her things. He knew he couldn't take credit for her good behaviour, or her manners. She was a sweet girl even if he didn’t remind her here and there of her manners, yet he was still extremely proud of her.

“M’kay.” Bub nodded her head, popping a few tic tacs in her mouth before moving on. “Dis, um, dis is my frog.” Bub’s once very confident attitude dulled slightly as she brought the frog stuffie out, like she was waiting for someone to say something rude.

“He’s very cute.” Bucky reassured her, his hand brushing against the stuffed animal's foot, his fur in perfect condition. “What’s his name?”

Y/n still seemed on alert, but opened up a little more. “I call him Green Bean.” She pats his head.

“That’s a perfect name.” Bucky chuckles, loving how creative his Bub is. “Where did you get his outfit?” He asks, referring to the knitted overalls and t-shirt, identical to Y/n’s everyday outfit.

“I made dem!” Bucky was happy to see her peppy spark come back as she spoke about her stuffy. Giving him the rundown on how she made them, and made clothing for all her other stuffies at home. Then she gave him the rundown on a bunny stuffie she really wanted that was identical to the one she has at home. Though “He’s no’ the same Mr! He’s a different colour!” something Bucky quickly made a mental note of.

Bub only had her wallet and a sweater stuffed at the bottom of her bag, and a small bag of long forgotten goldfish that Bucky immediately threw out left to show. “Your turn.” Y/n reminded Bucky, gesturing to his backpack.

“Well.” He started, opening his bag, pulling out his wallet, keys and phone. “These are the things I have on me at all times.” He said, watching Y/n pick up his keys and fiddle with them, clearly loving his accumulated keychain and key combo from the last 100 years. “Then I have a First Aid Kit.” He pulls out a bulky box, a few things banging around inside.

“In case someone ge’s hurt?” Y/n asks, concern dripping from her expressions.

“Exactly.” Bucky answers, though he doesn’t admit that he mainly carries it out of fear that he’ll hurt someone and need to patch them up, but he hopes that Y/n’s just thinking about scrapes and small cuts and not the carnage he’s left behind.

“Do you have princess bandaids?” She asks with all seriousness.

“I have princess ones, paw patrol, and starwars.” He playful one ups her, the two of them laughing before he continues. “Then I have extra crayons, colouring pages, and a couple water bottles.” He pulls out the extra things, Y/n’s hands immediately going to the colouring pages.

“Can I do this one, please?” She asks, bouncing in her seat, her frog underneath her arm.

“Of course, Bub.” He smiles, the frog page she chose the one he printed off last night in the hopes to give it to her.

After the small show and tell the two of them sat together eating their cake pops and drinking their hot chocolate. Everytime he looked up Bucky realised just how lucky he was, to have found a Little who was as chill as Bub was, and as sweet as she was too. He realised that while he wished he could have met her sooner, he was happy he waited.

“Why don’t we go to the park tomorrow?” He asked, thinking it could be good for them to get out somewhere other than just the cafe.

“Yes!” Y/n practically jumped out of her seat at the idea, the two of them chatting about how excited they were for their adventure tomorrow.

#buckys little belle #age regression fic #age regression #little!reader #bucky x reader #bucky x little!reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #bucky #cafe bignsmall #bignsmall #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes age regression #little fic

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blue-babygirl · 4 months

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Would you, possibly, be willing to do Emily comforting a lesbian BAU!reader who’s just been dumped by their gf? 👀 I just think she would be so sweet about it but also so real

A/N: Okay so I'm pretty sure I went off the rails from what the anon actually asked for and just fucked it up but um.... I'll just post it now.

Status Update

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x BAU!Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff/Sweet (I think?)

Description: Break ups can suck. But you have your best friend (and hopefully future girlfriend) to help you out and spend the evening with you.

Warnings: The reader doesn’t seem all that affected by the break up tbh? I don’t think there is anything I need to add here.

You knew that you needed to figure out a way to apologize to your girlfriend. So that’s what you did on the jet back home. By the time the jet landed, you had a plan in motion. You made a reservation at a restaurant she was talking about and ordered her favorite flowers and some chocolates. The only hitch in your plan was that you couldn’t get ahold of your girlfriend.

Well, ex-girlfriend after the call you get.

“Hey Gar-”

“OMG Y/N! Why didn’t you say anything? When did this happen? You just have to say a word and I will be at your place with ice cream and alcohol and movies!”

“Woah woah woah! What’s this about?” Emily turned to you from the passenger seat as you gave her and your phone a strange look.

“Emily! Good thing you guys are together! And Y/N didn’t tell you? She and Clarise broke up!”

“What?!?” You and Emily exclaimed at the same time.

“What? She updated her relationship status on Facebook… OMG she did it without telling you…” You could quite literally hear the grimace on Penny’s face across the phone.

“No… I- I’ve been trying to get ahold of her since the case ended but it keeps going to voicemail…”

“Oh Y/N… I am so sorry. You know we are here for you, right?” Emily gave you a soft smile as you took a deep breath to try and think clearly.

“Yes! And um… not sure if you want to know but she blocked you… that’s why it kept going to voicemail…” Penelope spoke up, making you shake your head. “Thanks Penny. I’ll see you at the office.”

“Okay. I love you, be safe lovies.” You sat back with a sigh, not sure if it was disbelief, sadness or relief that you felt. You couldn’t believe that this was how Clarise was breaking up with you but at the same time, it was also how she and her friends let people know that they didn’t like them or were mad at them. You felt sad that this is how things were ending after being with her and there for her for the last almost two years. And however bad it might be, you also felt somewhat relieved after how much she had been trying to make you choose between your job and her even though you had made it clear what your job was like and how much you loved it before you even got together.

“You know we are here for you right?” You glanced at Emily, catching her eye. You sigh, contemplating if you should speak out your thoughts.

“I know… Honestly, I don’t really know how to feel. We were together for two years and instead of giving me the courtesy of telling me herself, she just blocked me and changed her status, which honestly hurts. But at the same time, she has been pretty insistent about me choosing her over my job over the past couple months, so this is somewhat of a relief too because I don’t want to choose.”

“I feel you. Most of us seem to have the same issue.” Emily chuckled, but you could feel the bitterness of it. You groan when you remember that you need to cancel your reservations and the orders, knowing that you won’t get your money back.

“I’m gonna have to cancel my reservations and stuff and I’m not even going to get my money back. This sucks.” You take out your phone just as Emily speaks up.

“Well… you can still go? I mean, by yourself or we can go as a group if you want?” “You know what?” You speak up after a moment of silence. “I don’t want to go alone, and the reservation is only for two people. How do you feel about going with me?”

“Like a date?” Emily exclaims and you can hear the surprise in her voice.

“Well… not exactly… but we can do that after I move on from everything with Clarise?” You bite your lip as you shoot your shot.

“Well… a-are you sure?”

You shoot Emily a soft smile as she glances at you, “A 100% sure.”

“I would love that…” You can see Emily blushing under the streetlight as she parks outside your apartment building.

“Perfect. I’ll pick you up in an hour?” You smile at her as she nods, grinning at the blush covering her cheeks. “Emily Prentiss blushing? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Oh hush! If anybody ever hears about this…” Emily threatens. “No one is going to hear. Your secret’s safe with me Em. Now, I’m gonna go get ready and by the time I get to your place, you better be dressed up Agent Prentiss.” You grin as you tease her, getting your bags and leaving the car.

One hour later, you are standing outside Emily’s apartment building with flowers and a box of chocolate, waiting for Emily to get down. You grin when you see her coming out in a beautiful red dress that doesn’t even compare to the beauty wearing it.

Emily smiles at you as you exchange greetings, blushing when you give her the flowers and chocolate.

“These aren’t the ones you ordered on the jet.” Emily says as she gets into the car.

“No, they are in the trash. I was not about to give you the flowers I bought for Clarise, Em. You deserve a lot better.” You start the car, giving her one last smile before starting to drive.

The rest of the evening is a blur of conversation, laughter and memories being made. You both enjoy a selection of high-quality food followed by an ice cream stop before driving to drop her off at her apartment.

As the night comes to an end, you are sure of two things. One, the two of you won’t be dating until after at least 3 months because according to Emily ‘that is the required amount of time to get someone out of your system’. Two, you are willing to wait an eternity if it means that you can date Emily at the end.

#criminal minds #fluff #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss imagine

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likedovesinthewindd · 10 months

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howdy! i’ve got a request for spencer reid x gn!autistic reader? or if you’re not feeling the autistic reader, can the reader have chronic pain, but specifically in their legs? fluffy but like hurt/comfort, ya know? like he helps take care of them but the reader is terrified they’re being a burden or that they’re not good enough for him etc etc? i’ve just been struggling a lot with my chronic pain recently and spencer is a big comfort for me🥹if you’re not down for this request thi, don’t worry about it! thank you!!

hi love, I'm sorry this took forever to finish! as someone who also struggles with my legs, i feel you. it can be really awfull and frustrating and i hope you get better real soon, sending love🩷🩷

spencer reid x gn!reader

warning: chronic pain, medication mention/use, self-deprecating thoughts.

wc: ± 1180

a/n: none

It had been a long day, and the dull ache beginning to form in your legs was an obvious indicator of an even longer night. You quickly stripped as you made your way to your bathroom, running a bath and ordering something to eat; you didn't feel like having to stand by a stove tonight.

Spencer was working late again, something about having to finish paperwork. You contemplated calling him; he always assured you that you could call him whenever you needed anything (granted he was in the same state as you). You tried not to though, because you were already dependent on him as is.

It felt unfair to have him look after you the way he did, and the guilt consumed you. Spencer worked extremely hard, and when he wasn't working he was taking care of you. He always told you he didn't mind, that he did it because he loved you. You believed him, but you couldn't help but feel as though you were holding him back, taking away the only time he had to actually rest.

Spencer was still young, he didn't have to be held back by you.

Your prediction of a long night had been correct, and you found yourself squirming beneath the covers trying to distract yourself from the ache in your tired legs. The bunch of painkillers did little to quell the burning throb, and you found yourself on the verge of tears, untill you heard the familiar footsteps make their way to your shared room.

The door creaked open with a shrill, and you burried your face into the pillow, waiting for the inevitable shine of the ceiling light being switched on, but it never came. Instead you felt the bed dip right beside, you and a soft palm being placed between your shoulder blades, it's warmth seeping through the thin sleeping shirt you wore.

"Are you assleep?" he asked softly, and you shook your head, face still burried in your pillow. He only hummed, the hand on your back moving along your body till it found your leg beneath the covers.

"D'you want me to rub your legs for you?" he asked quietly, and God, how badly did you want that right now. Your head rose frome the pillow, looking over at the small alarm clock on your nightstand. It was just a little past midnight. "No," you said moving into a seated position, moving to your nightstand to turn on the lamp.

When the warm light filled the room, you found Spencer's eyes on you, giving you a concerned look. "It's alright Spencer, it's late and you're probably tired," you tried, but his expression only worsened. "I don't mind," he tried and you gave him the most convincing smile you could muster.

"I'm alright, please get some rest," you said, placing your hand on his, the other one still absent-mindedly rubbing your legs beneath the covers. "Are you sure?" he asked and you nodded. He gave you a reluctant look, before standing up to change from his work clothes.

You always felt so bad whenever Spencer had to help you. He always went out of his way, even if he's had a long day at work or just got home from whatever state they had been in.

You wanted to be more independent, wanted to help yourself more and allow Spencer some time for himself, which was why you started refusing his help, distancing yourself bit by bit.

In return, Spencer thought he had done something wrong. You didn't want him to touch you, or help you when he saw you were clearly in pain or discomfort. And he wanted to help you, because he didn't like seeing you hurt. He already saw so much pain and hurt in his job, he didn't want to come home to find you hurting too.

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It was a particularly bad day, and you found yourself on your couch watching TV as you clutched the heating pad between your legs. You didn't even go to work today, the pain too much for you to even function properly. When you heard the click of the front door opening, you wanted to crawl in on yourself. Spencer saw the glow of the TV illuminating the living room, and made his way inside quietly, placing his things on the kitchen table and making his way to the couch.

He saw you laying there, and his face dropped at your pained expression. He crouched down so he could be at eye level with you. "How are you feeling?" he asked. For a moment you considered telling him the thrust, telling him how much it hurt and how much you wanted him to take the pain away the way only he could. But you bit your tongue, giving him a small smile instead.

"I'm okay, Spencer," you said softly. "How was work?" you asked, trying to change the subject. "It was alright, are you sure you're okay dear?" he asked again. You sighed tiredly. "Spence—"

"Why don't you want me to help you?" he interrupted. "Because it's not your responsibility Spencer, it's not your job to look after me," you snapped, sitting up in the couch. "Where is this coming from?" he asked taking a seat next to you. You took a deep breath before answering.

"I feel bad, Spencer," you started softly, refusing to meet his eyes. "You already have so much to worry about. You work so hard and then you come home to—"

You were interrupted by Spencer's hand gently grabbing onto yours, effectively stopping you from nervously picking at your nails.

"I don't want you to feel that way, ever," he said softly, squeezing at your hand reassuringly. He sighed when he noticed your gaze still stuck on your lap.

"Please look at me," he pleaded and you raised your head from where you had been staring a hole into the blanket draped over your lower body. He gave you a small smile when you looked up at him, giving your hand another squeeze for good measure.

"I love you," he started, "and I decided to be with you as you are, with the good and the bad, just like you took me with the good and the bad. I don't want you to ever feel like a burden, because you're not. I help you because I want to, and I'll always want to."

Damn you and your sensitive heart, beacuse you found yourself on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry," you started, but he quickly interjected. "Don't apologize, you did nothing wrong," he said, wiping away a stray tear. "I love you, all of you. You should never doubt that."

"I don't," you said giving him a small smile. "Then let me take care of you," he said. Your smile widened, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a crushing hug. And it felt so good after weeks of pushing him to the side and denying his affection. His warmth seeping into your body, an instant comfort to your tired body and crestfallen heart.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x gender neutral reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fic #criminal minds fic #likedovesinthewindd

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changbinsboiledegg · 6 months

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hello~🩷 can i request a skz reaction where reader is taller than hyunjin and gets nervous when they try to pick them up? please and thank you🙏🏽

Hellooo 💜 I got you! Thank you for your request :))) I hope these are what you hoped for, alas, ily. 🫶 Also thank you for your patience! Also, did you mean like reactions for each skz member or just for Hyunjin? cause I did all 😅 Hope you don't mind either way!

Tall GN! Reader X SKZ

Warnings: height insecurities, petname usage, injury mentions (sorry, lmao, I wanted to have a variety in why they were trying to lift you.)

Note: Before y’all read this, I’m pretty sure you can tell, but I’m short so if anything is wrong or offensive/ sounds offensive, I’M SORRY! I promise, I did NOT intend to sound offensive so PLEASE let me know!!! As always, if no one told you today, ily. 🫶

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Chan

It had been months since he'd last seen you and when he saw you, he couldn't contain his excitement.

He ran to you and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you to a height that you weren't comfortable with.

“Hey, please put me down!” You were already taller than Hyunjin— standing, but being lifted in the air? That brought on an onslaught of insecurities that you were trying to keep at bay.

Chan quickly set you down, “I'm sorry! I just missed you, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

He was worried he overstepped a boundary. You looked around, seeing it was just the two of you. “No, I just don't want to be in the air when I'm already tall.”

You weren't sure how to voice your feelings, but Chan always knew how to piece the missing parts in.

“Love, your height is perfect. No need to feel bad about it.” He tried to cheer you up, not wanting you to be insecure.

Lee Know

“Woah! No!” You nervously shouted as your feet left the ground once Minho’s arms had strongly wrapped around your waist.

He was quick to stop trying to lift you in the air. He didn't mean anything by it, only wanting to have his arms around you in some way.

“Sorry.” He quickly apologized, his arms still around you, but loosening.

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves, “it's okay.”

Minho was quiet for a moment, trying to think of a way to make the situation less awkward. He removed his arms from your waist and suggested the first thing that came to his mind; a movie night.

You accepted, also seeking a way to ease the awkwardness of what just happened. “Sure.”

Minho even let you pick the movie, no arguments or judgement, he was just happy that you weren't upset by how he lifted you in the air moments ago.

Changbin

“Can I lift you?” Changbin asked. It was very out of the blue and unprovoked as you were both coexisting in each other’s company.

“Why?” You sounded more nervous than you intended to show. You were taller than him— by a lot.

You were even taller than Hyunjin. The last thing you wanted to do was be taller than you were now.

“Just for fun.” Changbin answered. Judging by his expression and tone, you didn't think he had any malicious intent.

You were still nervous, though. And it didn't make you feel any less nervous knowing it would be your boyfriend that would being lifting you.

But thankfully, no one was around. Because of that, you gave in. “Sure.”

“If you want me to stop or if you change your mind, tell me.” Changbin sweetly reminded you that it was okay to say no or change your mind.

You felt safer and more sure about letting him lift you, even just this once.

You were lifted in the air for about five seconds before you tapped out, which Changbin stood true to his word and put you down immediately.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin loved your height. You understood what it was like to be as tall— or taller than him.

“How tall would both of us be if I lifted you?” Hyunjin asked out of curiosity.

“Can you lift me?” You asked, challenging him almost. Deep down, you were nervous he would try to actually lift you.

Hyunjin thought for a moment as if contemplating whether he should try.

“Want to find out?” He asked, moving closer to you. The nerves inside of you bubbled up and you stopped him before he could attempt to put his arms around you.

“How about we just look up a height calculator?” You suggested. Hyunjin sensed your nervousness and left it as that, understanding why and not wanting to force you into letting him lift you.

“Alright. Yeah, if Google has one.” Hyunjin pulled out his phone, and searched one up for you both.

Han

You sprained your ankle after missing a step down a set of stairs when you were on a date with Jisung.

“Are you okay? Can you move it?” Jisung asked, panicking on your behalf. He acted as if he was the one with a sprained ankle.

“I can… Agh!” You were holding your ankle, wincing from the pain. Jisung looked down the road and checked his phone, looking something up.

“On my back! There's a hospital nearby!” Jisung bent down for you to piggy back off of him. You were hesitant, nervous that your height would be too much for him.

“No, I—”

“No time to argue! You're in pain! On my back!” He pat his back, leaving no room for arguments.

You reluctantly got on his back as he slowly and carefully lifted you.

“I can walk, you know.” You mumbled, but Jisung wasn't listening. He had one goal and one goal only; getting you to the hospital.

Felix

It was one of those times you and the guys were hanging out. You and Felix were inseparable, as per usual.

You were all playing a game together and so far, you were winning. Felix was proud to be your partner, knowing you were bound to get the win.

And you did, causing Felix to triumph over the win. You grinned happily at the others, who accepted their losses.

“I knew you could do it!” Felix gloated, wrapped his arms around you. As you felt your feet lift off of the ground, you quickly pulled yourself away from him and planted your feet back on the ground.

Felix’ expression turned into that of concern, wondering why you seemed uncomfortable.

“Are you okay, darling?” He asked. You noticed the others were watching and you felt even more nervous.

“I'm fine, just,” you lowered your voice, not wanting the others to hear, “please don't lift me.”

Seungmin

It was a few days after you broke your leg, confined to your bed or crutches until you could get the cast off.

Seungmin was there for you when you broke your leg, he was there for you in the hospital, and he was there for you everyday to check on you.

“Don't try to stand! If you need anything, I will get it for you.” Seungmin said sternly, rushing to your side and gently pushing you back onto your bed, careful not to hurt you.

“But—”

“Nope, what do you need? Water? Are you hungry? Bored?” Seungmin asked, prepared to get anything you asked for.

“Bathroom.” You sheepishly answered, knowing you shouldn't feel embarrassed but did anyway.

Seungmin nodded, “okay. I'll carry you.”

He put one are under your knees and the other securely around your back. You immediately got nervous and shook your head.

“No, no, stop! Don't,” you paused, seeing the confusion and concern on his face. “Please, don't lift me…”

Seungmin removed his arms and nodded, not wanting to make you uncomfortable in anyway.

“Okay.” He reached for your crutches and held them steady for you until you managed to stand up from the bed yourself, still towering over him even slightly hunched over.

“Let me spot you on the way there?”

This, you were fine with.

I.N

“What if I picked you up?” Jeongin suggested, see as neither of you could reach the back of the highest shelf for the snacks that had gotten pushed back.

“What if you don't?” You gave him a quick grin before trying to reach them again, attempting to use your height to your advantage.

“Maybe I can help you reach them if—”

“Jeongin, no.” You cut him off, grunting as you still struggled. You even started to consider letting him lift you, even if it would only help your fingers graze the package.

“Fine.” You sighed, growing more nervous now that you've granted him permission to lift you.

“seriously?” Jeongin hesitated, waiting for a confirmation that you're allowing him.

You didn't speak for a second, thinking it over.

“… Seriously. Go ahead.” You muttered, sticking your arm to the top shelf. Jeongin came behind you and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you slightly— just enough for you to grasp the package of snacks you two were craving, and pulled them down with you as Jeongin let go of you.

#stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids reactions #skz reactions #skz scenarios #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagine #skz fluff

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missingmark · 1 year

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― who you gonna call? pt.3

the boys know they'll always have someone to call when they need them. that someone in question being you, luckily that feeling is more than mutual.

‧₊˚ chris x gn!reader

‧₊˚ warnings: light swearing (?), the tiniest itzy bitzy bit of angst in the beginning, mutual pining (?)

‧₊˚ word count: 700

‧₊˚ pt.1 ( matt ) | pt.2 ( nick ) | masterlist

( 𝖈. ) ; you don't have to call him. you always find eachother.

your finger rested over your chat.

snickerdoodle [5:32 pm] : have fun on your date!!!!

you [6:34 pm] : i will, thank uuu

snickerdoodle [5:34 pm] : & tell me if he's a creep

snickerdoodle [5:35 pm] : ill find him.

Despite the tragic circumstances, being you sitting alone in the library, you had to hold back a smile at his words.

You've contemplated calling him multiple times over the last hour, your date had cancelled about half an hour after he should have picked you up. But instead of changing back into some more comfortable clothes and asking Chris to come over for a spontaneous movie night that he would most definitely say yes to in an instant, you decided to search for some comfort in your third favourite place in the world (the first being the triplets' couch and the second being your bathtub).

You actually missed the deadline on returning some of the books you borrowed just to give your full attention to this date that you were really looking forward to.

You sighed.

Those were 30 cents you would never get back.

The same thought taunted you as you walked through the shelves of said library, hoping to distract yourself and not wanting to waste a perfectly good outfit, you found yourself here.

The eerie silence you usually loved felt tauntingly grim tonight and the thoughts that were racing in your head sounded even louder.

Though it did help with recognizing a familiar voice at the librarians desk.

"I'd like to return these please."

You peaked your head out of the bookshelf, the familiar brown locks covering up the familiar and only face you wanted to see tonight.

You had totally forgotten about your date as you tapped him on your shoulder.

"Chris?"

He turned towards you, his face brightening at the sight of you, automatically pulling you into a side hug, his other hand still occupied with an oddly familiar set of books.

"What are you doing here? I didn't know you could read," you mumbled, watching him roll his eyes.

"Ha ha, very funny. You forgot these books at ours and I noticed the return date."

Your eyes widen a bit, A Brief History of Mixed Media Film Making, Directing Explained with Chloé Zhao and Color Theory in Stop Motion

Those were definitely your books.

"And I almost had hope you cared for Chloé Zhao's breakdown of directing," you murmured with a smile.

He shoved you a bit to the side, "Not even my undying love for you would make me pick up a book."

"Undying?"

"Don't get smug. I did it only because I knew you were busy because of your date."

He watched the smile in your face fade a bit.

"Speaking of the date, that you so rudely cancelled our movie night for, how is...did it go?" Chris mumbled, pulling a face at the change of mood he witnessed.

"Didn't show up." You shrugged, your voice didn't waver, but Chris could still make out some hurt.

"I'm sorry."

"It's whatever."

"It's not, this is all my fault," Chris mumbled, his face towards the row of books, though something told you he wasn't actually very focused on Biographies of Philosophers A-G.

"How is this your fault?"

"Should have never let you go on a date with that idiot..."

"Chris," you frowned, concerned.

"Should have taken him out when I had the chance."

"Chris." You warned, amused.

"And I should have taken you out instead of him as well."

He was now toying with Aristotle's biography, but even in the dim library light you could make out his blush and the occasional glance he'd send your way.

"As in on a date or do you want to beat my ass."

"Maybe both if you make fun of the fact that I don't read on our date tomorrow."

You giggled, fully turning your body towards him now.

"Tomorrow? Do I get a say in this?"

"No. Because you have terrible taste in men," he teased, leaning down towards your face.

A beat of silence, the two of you just stared at eachother.

"I'm starting to doubt that," you spoke, lowly. It was more a mental note to yourself than anything, though it flustered Chris nonetheless.

"We'll see," he leaned away again, putting the book he had paid no mind to back and dragging you out of the library.

The rest of the way towards your home was spend in silence, but his hand never left yours, and you had a giddy feeling every time you'd catch him staring at you.

"Thank you, really," you whispered once you eventually made it to your front door.

"You saved this night...and spared me a fee of 30 cents."

"Don't mention it. I'm just happy we spent some time together today."

"So humble," you mumbled as you unlocked the door, for the first time in what felt like the whole night you were turned away from him.

"Take all blame, duck all credit," he quoted, shrugging casually but his smug smile told you otherwise as you turned around with your mouth agape.

"You did read the Chloé Zhao Direction book!"

i hate the word agape. u say it ag-ape, scientifically proven. (real)

i hope you enjoyed, luv u <3

#chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x yn #chris sturniolo #fanfic #fanfiction #real person fiction #sturniolo triplets x you #sturniolo triplets x reader #sturniolo triplets x y/n #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fanfiction #missingmark

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fatuismooches · 6 months

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And... that's it! Kabukimono's "The Puppet's Lessons" series is over! Phew, that was a long journey. A total of 20.7k words and 49 pages on my Google Docs. June 6 to November 3rd... wow i am a slow writer 😍 He's very thankful for all the things you've taught him! I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did, it was a pleasure to write. Seeing all of your comments and reblogs made me incredibly happy, i am overjoyed you all loved it that much, it was all worth it ❤️ (Also is this a sign for me to start writing angst more?? I'm genuinely blown away by how much comments the last few lessons got, like shit y'all want me to make you sad?? 😭)

Though, I hope I didn't focus too much on other characters outside of Scara and you. I just find writing about how other characters view you a very interesting and fun thing to do. Specifically Traveler lol. And Nahida, with Scara’s and Dottore’s partner. Scara because you’re dating her nephew… she gotta know you! Dottore because even though she wouldn’t like either of you, she can’t help but want to study you since it’s fascinating to her that someone has the capacity to love Dottore and that Dottore has the capacity to genuinely love. Ei and Yae's thoughts on you would also be interesting. And i hope it didn't get too lore-ish? I'm not sure if people find incorporating lore boring but yea lmao.

And now that the Kabukimono series is over, I kind of want to start a new one. Initially I was thinking of a single drabble thingy regarding the message of “Dottore knows he’s a monster but when he’s with you, he feels more human than he wants to admit” and I was like, that can apply to all of them, so maybe I can make the series of them realizing you’re the reason why they have some ounces of humanity left. I don't actually know what I would write but it's something 😅

I've also contemplated doing a series with Akademiya Zandik but i have no new ideas and I've talked about him way too much lmao. He's in time out for a bit. If you have potential series ideas for one character or all the harbingers I’d love to hear them 😊 (please give me ideas. ��😛)

Now, I return back to my Dottore fic (which is now 16k+ words, with no end in sight <3) (Also, if you thought the Kabukimono series was sad, wait until you read the ending of this fic, hahahahahaha- the urge to drop the snippet is so much but i can't spoil this. nope. I also will have to end up splitting the fic into parts though because i know no one is gonna sit here and read through all of that.)

Also i sincerely apologize for not answering asks for a while, I'm just trying to make time for my college assignments, my job, personal life, and also finding time to write actual fics too sooo I'm really sorry 😭(This got way too long.)

#smooches talks #another example of how dot is constantly on my mind #also i think i summoned all the dottore haters in lesson 8 and 9 LMFAO #cough me hiding the fact im a huge dottore simp cough

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yarugawitch · 7 months

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Mayuri/Reader: Non-Specific SFW Headcanons

I made a post with request information :) You can check it out in the masterpost or down below

art by me

>Masterpost | >Request info

Kurotsuchi wouldn't resent the fact that he harbors any romantic feelings towards you even though depending on the person it can either surprise or confuse him that something like this had even occurred. In his mind, only a fool would deny and hate something that happens naturally because trying to reject a mental and physical process is just plain weakness. And he tends to be a very straightforward man, too. However, he deems these kinds of feelings to be very... well, inconvenient with his position and status to put it simply. It would take up too much time and resources to try to meet the standards of how one usually reciprocates feelings (because of course he has to or else you would probably nag him about it) and would just literally sabotage his image in the eyes of other Shinigami which is a huge fucking deal for him. So to avoid any misunderstandings or unnecessary heartbreaks if he knows you like him Mayuri would choose to never acknowledge anything that is happening. Which is kinda... contradictory to his own opinion on the matter so he fails miserably to hide his sympathies sometimes lmao. I'm sure he can be biased toward people he likes or people who like him whether he intends to be or not

It's especially bad if you make positive, or even better enthusiastic, comments on his appearance. In this moment his ego just overshadows any last traces of the rational approach he had to the way he deals with his love for you and gives way to all kinds of other things. If he's feeling generous enough he can even let you watch him put on his makeup or plan his next outfit accessory. You said you like his hands? Why thank you! Now you can watch him show them off more frequently by gesturing or making more physical contact while touching your shoulder for a brief moment for example. You showed interest in something he made just for himself? You'll find it on your desk later whether it's food, some accessory or a small device just to make some mundane task easier and/or more fun. Actually, I also think after some time he'd even make attempts to make some adjustments to the way you dress or do your hair to match his own splendor

Would probably end up spending an embarrassing amount of time meticulously collecting info on you and unconsciously remembering everyday facts he never even thought of noting before down to... idk... the way you make your coffee or your menstrual cycle if you have one. He doesn't shun letting you know he knows

Unexpected late-night visits to his lab while he's plugging away at the last of the reports for the day are pretty much unwelcome. It's the time he spends alone and uses to muse about things however tiring it may be at such an hour. However, in this case, he realizes that having you sit next to him while he's working isn't half bad. He'd let you ask questions from time to time if you're curious and would even infodump you with various project ideas he has in mind. Being in a very disheveled state with practically no makeup on while casually sharing his thoughts is pretty intimate to him actually

Kurotsuchi should be thankful Ashisogi Jizo never takes the form shown in the Zanpakuto rebellion arc because the thing would be the biggest snitch ever. Just flying full speed into you to cuddle no matter whether under Muramasa's influence or not. He would absolutely bawl his eyes out if he somehow didn't see you nearby when releasing poison in his Konjiki form and throw a fit while doing so for everyone to see, too. Jizo's pea brain can't or doesn't want to grasp the fact that he's making a huge fool out of his own Shinigami and it's not like Mayuri can just make him explode like he did in the anime because Jizo is practically glued to you which undoubtedly will make it hurt and makes him contemplate this decision, further proving that they both share roughly the same feelings towards you. However, he does understand that his owner is trying to separate you two so Ashisogi Jizo won't hesitate to try and paralyze even him with the extruding blades if Kurotsuchi tries to get him off you. All of Mayuri's sympathy would just manifest in the most annoying way when his zanpakuto's spirit form is present, turning the yellow creature into a clingy possessive baby who constantly seeks attention by squealing non-stop, as if talking, or giving small gifts. In this scenario, Jizo would return to his sword form only if Mayuri accepted his fate of "co-parenting" for some time a.k.a. spending time together while other captains and lieutenants are busting their asses fighting their own zanpakuto

#bleach #kurotsuchi mayuri #mayuri x reader #kurotsuchi mayuri x reader #mayuri/reader #kurotsuchi mayuri/reader

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sagau-my-beloved · 2 years

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Just a late night drabble

Well, here you were again, faced with the sight of your lover clinging desperately to your arm at the local tavern, babbling incoherently what you could make out to be a mixture of pet names and pleas.

"Please, please please love me." Venti was practically slurring his words now, falling into you as you hastily looked around at all the people trying to catch glances at the scene. You almost felt the need to glare, surely this particular Bard being incredibly drunk wasn't an unusual sight here.

"Venti, I do love you, ok, now can we go home?"

He looked up at you, eyes wide and full of tears, trying hard to hold back obvious sobs. It was certainly a rare sight.

"Hey! Hey hey, it's ok, you're ok, no need to cry!" You were becoming increasingly alarmed with his out of sorts behavior, trying to brush off some of the stray tears as he went on babbling in that same slurred manner.

"You can't, you can't get rid of me, I'm too useful you know..."

The way he said it, as if it was a matter of fact thing, a casual reminder thrown to quell certain unrest.

He then stopped a moment, expression morphing into one of intense thought, as if he was pondering the weight of his own words. It didn't seem as though he reached a satisfying conclusion, as fresh tears clouded his vision almost instantly.

"Venti—"

"I'm not useful enough to you, I'm a god but that's not worth anything if I can't use it to help you."

You took a quick glance around the room at his words, thankful to find that most of the other patrons eyes had wandered back to their own drinks.

"You can't just say that stuff in public." You scolded with a harsh whisper, causing Venti's eyes to widen, as if he only just noticed there was more people in the tavern than just the two of you.

You were starting to piece together where this might have stemmed from, and your tendency to take on a lot of other people's problems without even considering asking him for help might just have been the cause.

Letting out a quick sigh, you quickly grabbed your drunk lovers hand and pulled him to the upper floor of the bar, away from prying ears. Venti practically fell on top of you after stumbling to a secluded table in the corner, he didn't seem particularly discontent with the position and opted to stay there, choosing to rest his head on your shoulder as you tentatively tried to provide touches of comfort.

"Listen," he immediately perked up at the sound of your voice, looking up at you as if he was hanging on to every word, "You are useful, but I would like you even if you weren't."

The words didn't seem to come out exactly how you intended them to, but it was better than saying nothing.

He seemed to contemplate them for a moment.

"Rely on me, please rely on me I need you to." It was more akin to a desperate plea than an actual request, spoken as if he couldn't take another breath without knowing that you would.

Your silence didn't spark confidence, "I promise I can take it, whatever it is, I'd take it a thousand times for you."

You could practically feel his breath against your neck as he mumbled the last line, causing you to shiver.

This had been bugging Venti for awhile, every time you asked another friend of yours to help you out with a commission, every time you came back home stressed or tired or god forbid injured, every time you refused to go into detail about exactly how your day was spent, skirted around his persistent questions on how you were doing mentally.

Did you simply not trust him? Did it have to do with the fact he didn't appear strong enough to take on whatever burdens you bore? He would prove his strength to you, his dedication, if only you asked him to.

"I'm worthless if I can't be useful to the one person I care about."

You stiffened slightly at the implications behind that, your grip loosening to push him back so that you could see eye to eye.

"Don't speak like that, you have worth outside of me and I certainly can't be the only person you care about."

That's what you wanted to tell yourself at least, but his expression of hazy confusion mixed with the smile of someone telling a well kept secret caused only doubt to bloom.

"I love you more than all of Teyvat, no all the stars and life in the entire universe. I love you more than every single living thing combined." He continued rambling on for a few minutes, listing off things bigger and smaller than the next, slurring almost every word.

"I would do anything for you," Venti sighed out when he realized you were no longer paying attention, "Please, let me do anything for you."

You knew that this had the possibility of leading in to a rather serious conversation, one that wouldn't exactly prove to be beneficial if he didn't remember it the next morning. So you simply responded with a hum of acknowledgement, mentally filing it away for a later date.

Of course Venti interpreted that hum as dismissive, taking it as yet another sign of your refusal to share any part of your internal world with him.

He chose to let out a whine, collapsing back on top of you, mentally begging you to say anything at all.

The odds didn't seem to be particularly in his favor as silence continued to linger.

"I'll do anything you want, anything at all, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

You knew that, you knew it and you didn't want to take advantage of it, of him. Wouldn't it be kind of excessive to bring a god along on a simple hilichurl camp clean out commission? It almost felt insulting, like a waste of his talents or status.

You mulled over that line of thought for a little bit, unable to keep it fully off your face.

Venti picked up on it.

"Tell me what you're thinking, please."

You hesitated moment with your words, trying to find the easiest non-offensive way to say you didn't want to use him because you felt you weren't his equal.

"Those commissions would bore you, it would just prove to be a waste of time."

Venti, even in his incredibly non-sober state, managed to read between lines.

"Do you feel guilty asking me for help?"

The softness of his tone combined with the bluntness of the statement itself caused you to tense up slightly, that was answer enough.

"My beloved," it was whispered this time, softly as he wrapped his arms around your neck, resting his head just above your collarbone, "I want to dedicate all of myself fully to you, you don't have to reserve calling on my help for world saving situations only, the rest of the world doesn't even matter when compared to you anyways."

You felt your body heat up at the words, and you could absolutely feel the lopsided grin that formed on his face in response.

A minute passed, and then another, followed by a few more, all without a single word spoken between the two of you. How could you even begin to respond to that?

It was around the seventh or eighth minute mark in which a sound was actually made, and it was none other than Venti snoring.

Ah.

He fell asleep...

Well, it looked as if this would be yet another night in which you carried him home from the Tavern, another night where the words spoken between the two of you wouldn't be remembered in the morning, or at least that's what you assumed.

This particular time, however, you would find yourself to be mistaken, as a particular Archon made sure every single word you spoke was committed to memory.

And when the morning came, maybe it was finally high time said Archon found out exactly who made it so that you felt you couldn't rely on him, the person who made the mistake of making you feel inferior.

Venti had a few choice words set aside for just this occasion, and it really would be a shame to waste them.

#genshin impact #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #wow it's an actual work #kinda at least #too tired to format or go over it with a fine tooth comb for mistakes #might do it in the morning #goodnight all

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fakesimp · 2 years

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hello there, is your request open? if it is, may i request luxiem members reacting to a gn reader crying after they confessed to them because they didn't expect the boys to like them back? i hope it's not too complicated... thanks in advance !! -♡︎

Reciprocated feelings? With Luxiem

Warning !

Slight Angst, Comfort !

Mentions of cursing in Mysta's part !

Luxiem boys x Gn! Independent Vtuber! Reader [ separately ]

A/n : my requests are not open, but this.. This is actually a good idea, I can't ignore this idea somehow.

Thank you for dropping the idea anon darling <3

And no totally not me writing this at 12 am.

Also my apologies if it is ooc </3

Since, I usually do Ike and Shu in Luxiem (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

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You admire him, his hard work, his laugh, how he looked at you with admiration, did he do that on purpose? Did he even realize he did that? how he manage to make your heart skip a beat on whatever he's doing to you, even the simplest thing he did make your heart flutter.

As someone that is also in the vtuber world, he is your inspiration to begin your journey as a vtuber. It's almost unreal when you are getting reached out by him one time, and then it slowly increases from replying to each other's tweet, doing a game collab, till meeting up irl.

You have denied your feelings towards him for so long, but the more you deny him, the harder you fell for him. These past few days you were contemplating if you should confess your feelings towards him or not, but there's one thing that bothers you.

What if he doesn't feel the same?

It haunts you almost every night, making more nervous to confess. But you tried to build up the courage to confess, right now you're currently doing an off collab with him.

You're both currently playing a multiplayer game, he's on a toilet break at the moment. So you took your sweet time talking with the viewers while waiting for him to come back, and he did say that you both might end the stream soon since you've both have been playing for, quite some time.

After he's done with the toilet break, he came back and sat down next to you. Too close for your heart to handle but you have to stay strong. At least until you confess.

After playing again for awhile you both bid goodbye to the chat, and ended the live stream.

Vox Akuma

"That's going unexpectedly well." Vox commented after the stream ended, you scoffed "you were expecting it didn't go well Vox?" You roll your eyes and rise up from the couch. Earning a low chuckle from the demon, "No, ...okay maybe a little."

"anyway, what do you want for dinner darling?" He asked as he followed you to the kitchen, "anything is fine." You replied, the demon that was not facing you now turned his head towards you with a smug face plastered. "And here I thought you would scold me for calling you darling, since you usually scold me." "Don't-, even say it. Vox Akuma." You said as you tried to calm yourself down, you didn't realize he was calling you with a nickname due to you kept on watching his ASMR streams. You were unexpectedly getting used to it.

You heard the demon chuckle once more before standing across you behind the kitchen counter, "seems like somebody was watching my ASMR streams." "No i didn't." "I didn't say who (y/n)."

Well shit.

"so you do watch my ASMR streams, awee, how cute." He whispered and making you more flustered than you already are. "Shut up.." you hid your face in your palms and groaned, but over all of his endless teases. You liked it, you loved it. The way he laughed, his low voice would rang in your ears. "Don't worry Darling, I won't tell a single soul about this." He said, you shot your head up and slightly glare at him. He coos at your reaction and out of the blue he suddenly tug your hair behind your ear.

His sudden gesture made you shudder, "Don't get mad now, I'm just teasing you." He said before turning around and start cooking dinner for both you and him. You stared at his back, you can still feel the warmth of his finger tugging your hair behind your ear. You felt butterflies in your stomach, your eyes soften as you stare at the demon in front of you cooking and humming.

"Vox."

"Yes, darling? Ah, I mean (y/n). What is it?"

. . .

As he just finished his cooking, He put his cooking on a plate and served it on the kitchen counter, taking off his both of the gloves and washed both of his hands at the sink before coming back to you and stared at you curiously.

You both stared at each other for a good minute before you decided to break it first, "I, want to say something" you took a deep breath. "Hmm, Go ahead, take your time." He replied as he stood there waiting for you to continue.

"I, admire your work, I also, love your voice, even though sometimes your teases drives me insane, but that's one of the thing that I like from you. I admire your friendship with the other members, everyone else that you interacted with. Mm, okay enough of that.." you cut yourself in the middle of your sentence, making the demon raise a brow. Looking at you, trying to figure out a reason why you're saying all of those. Unless-

"I like you Vox."

. . . . . .

Oh great, did you just ruin the mood now? Should've confessed through text huh? Now here you are stuck in this unbearably tense silence, the man in front of you haven't said anything after you confessed.

"look, Vox It's okay if you don't have the same feelings towards me, I shouldn't have confe-" "No no no, can you, repeat that?" He cuts you off, his question made you confused. You shot your head up looking straight into his eyes, "Repeat, what?" "Your confession."

You blinked once, twice, thrice. You looked away for a moment, "(Y/n), look at me" He said but you shook your head. "No, you know you can just say that you didn't feel the same," you said trying not to hold back your tears, "why should I repeat my confession when you don't even feel the same?" You continued.

"I didn't say I didn't feel the same in the first place." He replied as he put a finger under your chin, he slowly lead your face back up to him. And he place his hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb gently on your cheek.

"Vox, I-"

"It should've been me first, I was afraid you don't feel the same. But then you confessed, it should've been me first."

Then your tears flow down, Vox's eyes widen up when he saw your tears. "Oh darling.." He immediately went to your side and wrapped his arms protectively around you, "Did I scare you? I'm sorry if I did." He apologized, "I- I thought-"

"Shhh, take a deep breath.. I'm sorry for not saying anything but,

I also like you, Darling." He said and dropped a kiss on your head, "You're mine, and I am yours."

Mysta Rias

"That was fucking awesome! I can't wait for tomorrow." Mysta said and slumped over on the couch, "thank you for today Mysta." you thanked the man and he looked at you and smiled a little.

"It was nothing, so, what now?" He asked as you cleaned up the table, "I don't know, you go find an idea what to do." You replied. He looked at you devastated, "Well, if you don't know then I also don't know." He continued. You tut, "Oh how I adore that behavior of yours." You joked, "yeah? I know u like me (Y/n)" he replied with another joke.

You went silent after, your heart skips a beat, you can feel your face heating up. Questions start to flood your mind, Does he actually know your feelings towards him? Is it that obvious? Or is he joking-

"..n).. (Y/n). Omfg, earth to (Y/n). Are you even listening to me by this point." Mysta called you and poked your shoulder, "Huh- oh- uh-" "Great, you're not listening aren't you." He said and sighed.

You turned facing him, to your surprise instead of seeing his usual smug face. You instead getting greeted with his worried face, "You went silent after I replied back to your joke, I.. uh, was wondering if it's offending you or something." He said as he scratch the back of his neck nervously.

Oh.

It was a joke.

"No no, I suddenly, .. remember something important that's all." You replied to him and pat his arm, you remember. He's going to feel guilty. Even if you said it's okay. "You're so bad at lying (Y/n), damn." He said and smiled a little. "Wha- hey, I'm not lying, I'm serious. I do remember something important." You pout, earning a small laugh at the detective.

"But Mysta," "Yeah?"

. . .

"I actually do like you."

He immediately shot his head to you, he blinked once, twice, he opened his mouth but then closing them again. Repeats.

"Uhm, haha.." he laughed nervously, "are you fucking serious?" He asked. In disbelief. You turn your head away, "Yes. But look, if you, don't uhm, feel the same it's okay." You said trying not to cry on the spot. His reaction is completely out of your mind, "I understand if you can't reciprocate my feelings, maybe I'm not the right one for yo-" "no no, hey, I'm asking you if you're serious or not. I didn't say I don't feel the same (Y/n)." He cuts you off in the middle of the sentence.

He needs reassurance, he needs to know if you're saying the truth or not. He needs to know.

"I, do like you, I want to be more than a friend to you. I want to be someone that can stay by your side until death do us apart. But-" "Hey, quit that. I haven't even-, say anything yet.." he replied and took a hold of your hand.

"I thought about confessing to you, but I don't know how. I'm very nervous to the point I can't sleep, thinking about what your reply would be.." he explained as he gently rub his thumb on top of your hand, "But I guess, there's nothing I should be scared of. Since, you felt the same." He continued.

"I like you too, (Y/n)."

You look up at him, your breath stutters. "Mysta.." your voice cracked, he immediately shot his head up to see you crying. "Wha- why are you crying--" he immediately wipe your tears away, "Uh- hug-?" He asked and slowly open his arms. Without any further a do, you dive into his arms and cried there. You can feel his hand Patting your back, his heartbeat.

"so.. are we.. uh, dating now?" He asked trying to brighten up the mood. "You don't want to?" You replied in between your sobs, "God, Who doesn't want to date a beautiful person like you.

Then from today we're officially dating."

Luca Kaneshiro

"POG! We're Poggin' today (Y/n)!" Luca said and smiled widely at you, "Yeah! We are huh." You replied and smiled back at the male. "Ah, I'm hungry, should we get some food or should we continue playing another game?" He asked as he look over at you with another smile.

"if you're hungry, don't you think we should get some food?" You replied, "Sure! Should we order some food or are you gonna cook?" "Either way is fine Luca." You said as you looked over at your phone that was laid on the couch next to you. You see a notification pops up, you grabbed your phone and smiled.

After a few minutes, somebody knocked on the door. "Uh-" before you could say anything Luca stands up and went to the door, after hearing a few mumbles Luca came back with a box of pizza. "I got us pizza" he said and put the pizza box on the table in front of you, "We really don't have much of a choice huh." You commented and chuckled. The blonde tut, "You said either way is fine!" "Yeah yeah you're not wrong. Let's go feast on it shall we?"

A few minutes passed, both of you had a good conversation. Laughter filled the room as you both have a feast on the pizza, Luca got both of you some drinks. But there's a little bit of alcohol in it that's making the blonde a bit tipsy, you didn't want ended up to get a hangover so you decided to just drink a little bit.

"Say, (Y/n), what would you do if there's someone suddenly confessing to you?" Luca asked out of the blue, he laid back on the couch as he stared at you, with that cheeky smile of his. You stared back at the blonde and frowned for a moment, "hmm, how about you?" You shot back his question back. Now it's his turn to frown, "hmm, maybe it. Depends on the person that confessed to me? Tho, I wish it was- wait a minute. You haven't answered yours yet-!" He said and turn his body facing you, "so? What's your answer?" He looked at you expectantly.

You stared at each other for a good 5 minutes in silence, "I don't know honestly, maybe the same as you? Depending on the person who confessed to me." You said as you start fiddling with your fingers. "Pog! Do you, have someone you like?" He shot another question and tilt his head curiously, you frowned and looked down on your hand.

It's getting sweaty, your silence is making the blonde a little bit worried. "Did I, Am I not suppose to ask that?" He fixed his position and pat your shoulder, "As curious as I am, I'm being a gentleman so I won't force you answer me" he said and smiled at you.

You stared at him for a second before taking a deep breath. "There is."

"Hm?"

"I have feelings for someone."

You continued, Luca's eyes twinkle and looked at you expectantly. "Pog! Can I know who that lucky person is?" He asked and smiled widely, "It's. You, Luca." You said and your voice went smaller as you do. Luca's smile wavered a bit, "Woah woah, wait c-can you repeat that?" The blonde requested. Making you bite your lower lip, "It's you Luca.." you repeated a bit louder this time.

The male blinked a few times before his face just completely went redder than before, Luca let out a nervous chuckle as he looked away from you a little.

You just want to bury yourself by this point, you're confessing to a tipsy man. You don't even know if he will remember your confession tomorrow, you softly sighed at your own stupidity. "Luca, Uhm, I-It's okay. It must be weird for you, when the question you asked actually happened.." you curse yourself internally about the voice crack at the beginning of your sentence.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't-

"no, (Y/n), I- I was just surprised-! I was planning to confess to you tomorrow! But you went ahead before me-! This is kinda.. unpog of me." The blonde said before looking back at you again, to be greeted with your shaking figure.

"(Y/n)-?! H-hey, why are you crying-??" Luca immediately engulfed you into his arms, your face buried in between his chest. "Did I say something wrong??! I'm sorry if I did, (Y/n)!" He apologized to you, "It's okay, (Y/n).. I'll protect you! I'll make sure your days will be filled with smiles from now on."

Ike Eveland

"Thank you for today, (Y/n)" Ike thanked you for the collab today, you smiled at him "Hey, this is nothing, I'm glad both of us had fun in the end." You replied as you cleaned up the table and sat back down on the couch. "Yes yes, that's right." The novelist commented and faced his body towards you.

"Well? How was your impression over the off collab?" He asked as he eyed you curiously and rest his head on the back of his hand. You turn to him and frowned a moment, "It was great, I'm enjoying almost everything we did." You replied and let out a small laugh at the memories of your off collab with the Novelist the past few days.

"Mhm?" His eyes are still glued on you, as if he's trying to find something in you that you're trying to hide from him. "Is that all?" He asked as he smile towards you, your heart flutters. Your stomach are getting butterflies, "W-what else do you expect me to say, Ike?" You stuttered and immediately looked away. Trying to hide your flustered face. Earning a laugh from the Novelist, "No no, it's nothing. You're so cute haha" you pout a little and peek at him.

"you're very teasy today." You said and looked away again, "oh, am I now? Maybe I'm high on energy drinks." He replied, letting out a small laugh before laying back to the couch. "But seriously, thank you for doing this with me. I can't thank you enough." He said and looked over at you before smiling genuinely, your eyes soften and you let out a chuckle. "I'm also thankful, I'm glad we can do this together Ike." You replied and laid back to the couch a few meters away from the Novelist.

The silence between both of you are comforting somehow, you slowly turn your head to Ike. He's closing his eyes, head resting at the couch. His adam apple moved ever so slightly, you can see it very clearly it moved, that made yourself tempted to touch it. But you didn't. You don't want to be called a weirdo for doing that, you probably will also interfere his personal space. And you don't want that.

You didn't realize you were staring at him for quite sometime, making the Novelist raise a brow and just let you stare for a little bit longer before commenting on it. "Enjoying yourself, (Y/n)?" You looked up at the Novelist that's also staring back at you, your face went red. Making Ike taken a back a little before letting out a small laugh, "I-I uh didn't mean to stare at you." You stuttered and bury your face in your palms.

"It's okay, you're so red by the way." Ike replied and slowly reaching his hand out to pat your head, when you feel his hand on top of your head you raise your head a little and peek through your fingers. He's smiling at you and tilt his head a little, "Hm?" You flinched and hide yourself again.

"I swear I didn't mean to stare.." you tried to explain but you can't even look at Ike properly, he's just. Making you nervous, and with your crush on him making yourself having a difficult time to calm down. "Take your time to calm down, (Y/n)." He gently whispered at you before moving his hand away from your head, you miss the warmth of his hand already.

You slowly put your hand down and stared at them for a moment, "Hey, Ike..?" You called out the Novelist. "Yes?" He replied. Your heart is racing, should you confess your feelings now? It's better doing it now than doing it in text no? But-

"(Y/n)?" Ike's call snap you out of your thoughts, "What's wrong?" He asked getting worried about you suddenly being silent. "I.. uhm, want to say something.. but uhm, you can also say no immediately if you don't feel the same. Okay?" You said making the Novelist stared at you curiously. "Okay.." he replied and fixed his position facing you properly.

"I, have feelings for you Ike. More than a friend.." your voice are getting smaller at the end of your sentence, "Oh, (Y/n)..." The way his voice softens make you close your eyes tight. Ready for the waited rejection, "I, didn't expect you to do it ahead of me.." Ike continued.

You suddenly felt a hand on your cheek, "Look at me, (Y/n).." he whispered as you slowly open your eyes and look up at him. His eyes filled with love and admiration, "You and I are now together.. I also have feelings for you.." he continued.

His eyes widen a bit when he sees you start crying, "Ike.. I- I was afraid.." your sobs making the Novelist's heart ache "oh, darling.." he pull you into a hug and proceeds to kiss your head. To comfort you, "it's okay.. let it out, I'm here for you. Not as a friend..

But as your lover."

Shu Yamino

"Eyy, Thank you for today (Y/n)-!" Shu thanked you as he helped you packing up the devices you used for the off collab, "Today was pretty tiring huh?" You said as you both finished cleaning up. Earning an identic V-shaped smile from the sorcerer, "yeah, but you did great (Y/n), don't worry." He commented and proceeds to sit down on the couch and looked over at you a little.

"You too Shu, not just me, we both did great. And I'm just glad both of us enjoyed every second of it." You replied at his statement and let out a breathy laugh, "anyway, are you hungry?" You ask the sorcerer. "I kinda do, yeah. Wanna order something? Or are you gonna cook?" He ask as you frown for a moment. You then tut, "You can cook too why am I the only one that's cooking." The Raven laughed.

"Actually forget cooking, I was wondering about something (Y/n)." Shu tried to change the topic, you pouts and go along with him. "Yeah? What is it?" You ask him, eyeing him with curiosity. "Mhm, I was wondering about having feelings towards someone." He continued, your heart skips a beat. "Oh? Are you perhaps, interested in someone?" You ask, earning a nod from the sorcerer.

Shu Yamino having a crush? On who?

How long does he have a crush on them?

Do you even have a chance to be with him?

".. was wondering if I should... (Y/n)?" He stopped in the middle of his explaination and looked over at your quiet figure, "(Y/n)? Are you there?" The sorcerer asked as he slightly wave his hand in front of your vision, making you blink a few times and looked over at the Raven.

"hi." He greeted you before breaking into laughter, you immediately went red as you listen to his laugh. "Shu..! S-stop laughing already." You stuttered but then you joined him laughing in the end anyway, his laugh is contagious.

"Did you, even listen to what I'm saying??" Shu asked as he tried to take some deep breaths after laughing for quite sometime, "I'm sorry I was, trying to imagine you having a crush on someone..." You replied as you also try to gain some breath. And realization hits you after you said it, Shu looked over at you for a moment with his identic V-shaped smile.

"As impossible as it sound, it is possible for me having a crush on someone (Y/n). I'm human too you know." He said and frowned a little before eyeing you curiously, "how about you? Do you have a crush on someone?" He ask before sitting down facing you. You stared at him, in silence. Making the sorcerer confused and looked around him checking if there's something wrong, he then look back to you. "What?" He asked as he tilted his head a little,

"What do you think? Do I look like i have a crush on someone?" You ask him, the Raven blinked a few times and frowned. "Yeah? I think you do, right now. I think. I'm not sure.." he replied making you smile sheepishly, "Okay okay, yes, I have a crush on someone." You continued, before looking away for a moment before turning back to Shu.

"Don't you, ..wanna know?" You slowly ask him, "Hm? Oh, well, if you want to tell me who, go ahead" he said and turn his head facing you. "Don't force yourself to tell me okay?" he continued. "I won't, don't worry."

"So, the person that I'm having a crush on is, a sorcerer." You didn't mention his name, you want to see his reaction. "A sorcerer?" The Raven haired male went quiet trying to figure out who could it be, "he call his viewers Yaminions.." then it clicked.

Shu looked over at you surprised, but his expression barely showing that he's surprised. "M..e?" He tried not to be too confident in his answer, "Forget it--" "It's me-??" Shu cuts you off in the middle of your sentence. Before you could stand up and ran away the sorcerer hold your wrist and looked up at you expectantly, "(Y/n), it's, me?" He asked one more time. You looked away trembling a little, he then loosen up his grip on your wrist but not lose enough to let your hand escape.

"it's, okay Shu, forget it. That's very embarrassing. I shouldn't have confessed like that-" "No, I want to know, is it really me? Because it sounds.." you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

"Yes, it is you. I like you Shu Yamino."

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"..too"

You looked over at the Raven, staring at him with that confused look on your face. "Pardon me..?" You said trying to make him repeat what he said, "Me too, I like you too.. though, Maybe I should've done it first.." the Raven said and chuckled sheepishly.

You looked at him, surprised at his confession.

Shu, reciprocated your feelings.

You without realizing, start tearing up. Making the sorcerer panic a little, "Come here.." he whispered as he gesture you to come closer. And you did, he gently caress your hair locks and drawing shapes on your back. Comforting you, with his own way.

"Want to cuddle?"

"Mhm."

"Then come closer, If you're that far, we can't cuddle properly."

©fakesimp

A/n : I was wondering if I should open my request or not now after receiving this request.

Oh also, thank you for requesting anon darling, I'm glad you drop a request, it means a lot even though I don't open it yet because I don't feel confident enough that my writing will exceeds your expectations.

But I do hope you like this. This took me a whole day to write.. huhu, I'm sorry if it's very ooc. Once again gomenn (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠).

#nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en x reader #luxiem x reader #vox akuma x reader #mysta rias x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland x reader #shu yamino x reader

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[Dreamling Week Day 7: AUs or Crossovers] Of Surviving

This is a Dreamling Hunger Games AU oneshot. I finished writing it on May 27, but then I saw @mr-sadman 's prompt list for dreamling week 2023 and thought, 'Oooh 🖤 This is going to be perfect for Day 7!'

And here we are 2 weeks later. I hope you guys like it! 😊

CW: I mean...it's The Hunger Games. That's a warning all by itself.

"And why should we bet that you would win?" The host asks, fake teeth gleaming under the harsh stage lights. The same question, the same maddening smile directed at all the tributes.

"Because," Dream says, feeling bile rise up his throat, "I am better than the two who came before me."

The crowd gasps, but he could see a couple of audience members, the rough-looking shark-like types, nodding in consideration.

He hopes his siblings aren't watching.

"And why should we bet that you would win?"

"You shouldn't," the smiling boy from District 9 says. "But do it anyway for spite. Who knows, in the unlikely event that I win, you'll have me to thank for getting you at least a dozen new mansions."

The crowd laughs. Dream watches from backstage and immediately dismisses the boy as someone who would die an hour into the games.

The next time Dream sees the boy from District 9 is when he was aiming a javelin right at Dream. The first words the boy ever says to him is, "Duck!"

Dream ducks, and watches as the boy's javelin strikes true, right in the chest of District 2's career tribute.

"I thank you for saving my life, but I hope you are not expecting me to save you back."

The boy looks at him like he's a weird seven-legged fish. "Sure. You're welcome, District 4."

They part ways.

"Thought you said you wouldn't be saving my life," the boy from District 9 says, hand still holding Dream's as the two of them run away from the trap Dream has sprung, which caught a couple of other tributes who had been chasing him. Them both.

It was a coincidence that they were even in the same place at the same time.

Dream should really shake the boy's hand off.

"I am saving mine in the process of saving yours," he says. "Having an ally means surviving longer."

"An ally, huh? Well in that case, the name's Hob. Well, Robert Gadling, actually. I'm from District 9."

'I know,' Dream doesn't say. 'I thought you would be one of the first ones to die.'

"My name is Dream."

Dream wouldn't have volunteered this information, or really, anything about himself, but Hob has earned his trust by being an incredibly resourceful partner. He hasn't killed anyone else aside from that one career tribute, but he makes up for his lack of kill count by helping Dream (who grew up near the sea) survive in the arena the gamemakers have fashioned for them, which was part dense forest and part prairie.

"It suits you," Hob says, eyes on Dream's when he says it, his smile soft.

Dream looks away.

The faces of the day's dead have just finished being shown in the sky. Five more dead tributes. He imagines how their family back home would react to the news of their death. Would they be angry? Would they be disappointed?

Would they be relieved that there will be less mouths to feed from now on?

Dream wants to scream. He wants to think about anything else, so he turns to Hob, sitting beside him, face still turned upwards, contemplative. Dream wonders if they're thinking the same thing.

"Tell me about your family," Dream says.

Hob shrugs. "Not much to tell, really. We're poor like the rest, work hard like the rest, and try our best to live a life like the rest."

Dream sees his hands balled up into fists by his sides, knuckles white.

"What did Johanna mean, when she said you'll share the same fate as your siblings if you cross her path?"

It was early the next day. Hob is talking about a conversation between Dream and Johanna that took place in the morning of the previous day.

"I had six siblings," Dream says. They were gathering firewood now, for another trap that Dream is planning to spring. "Two of them were both reaped last year."

Hob stops in his tracks. "Oh," he says, sadness coloring his tone and setting Dream's teeth on edge. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," Dream says simply. He clutches his bundle tighter in his arms so Hob wouldn't see how his hands have began to shake. "You did not pick their names at random."

"Their names were Destruction and Delirium," Dream tells him later that night in their little camp, hidden deep within the forest. "Sometimes I wish I had volunteered in my brother's place and managed to save my sister."

"Oh, love."

"Why did you call me 'love' yesterday?" Dream does not look at Hob when he asks this.

"Why do you think?"

He wonders if Hob is looking at him when he answered.

"You should eat more."

Dream ignores him and curls up more in his tattered sleeping bag. The trap succeeded, but the gamemakers fucked around with the weather and Dream had been soaked to the bone. And now it seems that he has caught a fever.

"Please," Hob begs, warm hand on Dream's freezing arm. He has cooked a meager amount of watery vegetable soup from the plants they had foraged. "For me."

"You will be better off without me," Dream says, because it's true. "There are only a few tributes left."

Hob sighs. "Look, if you don't eat by yourself, then I'm going to feed you like a baby bird, and then we'll both feel awkward."

Dream imagines Hob sipping the soup and keeping it in his mouth, then pressing his lips against Dream's and feeding him in this manner, just to make sure that Dream has something warm and healing in his stomach. He reddens even more despite his raging fever.

He still has some good sense remaining, however, so he sits up and shakily accepts the small bowl from Hob's hands, unable to look directly at him.

Dream tilts his face away. "We shouldn't."

"Why not?" Hob has not moved, body still close and face a breath away from Dream's. "What are you so afraid of?"

Dream pushes him away with both hands, but he does so gently and with a lingering touch to Hob's clothed chest that his hands were immediately engulfed by Hob's larger ones.

Dream is becoming a hedonist under the boy's influence. It is apparent when their fingers tangled together almost automatically.

"Because if we share a kiss," Dream says, "then we would cease to be vigilant for a few precious seconds, and that could mean the difference between life and death."

Hob says nothing for a moment, before he inhales deeply and nods. "You're right."

"I almost always am."

Hob rolls his eyes at him. "I mean that you're right in that we should always be vigilant. Not that when I kiss you, I would only want it to last for a few seconds."

'When,' Hob says. Not 'if.'

Dream tries not to obsess about his wording.

He fails.

"I apologize. You should not have seen that."

"What, you killing Johanna by drowning her in quicksand?"

"I did not mean to! It was just the easiest way to do it." Dream looks down at Hob coldly, willing his anger to overtake the fear that this would be the thing that would make Hob betray him.

"You're afraid of me now."

Hob shakes his head. He still has not looked at Dream in the eye again, but his tone is as kind as always. Dream wants to hold his hand and ask for reassurance that Hob does not hate him. He doesn't, because he has always been a coward.

"I'm afraid of dying," Hob says. "Totally not the same thing."

"Dream?"

Dream is pretending to be asleep. He has to. He dares not show Hob his tear-streaked cheeks.

Hob sighs.

"Okay, here's the plan." Hob's eyes are looking furtively behind them, body tense. They are almost at the end. There are only a couple more tributes left other than the two of them. "You run right, I run left, then we lead whoever is following us to your traps."

Dream looks at Hob's handsome, dirt-streaked face and wants more than anything to survive with him. But there can only be one victor, and he has already failed two of the people he loves.

He leans forward and kisses Hob for the first and probably the last time. Then, he stands up and runs as fast as his feet can carry him towards the traps, ignoring Hob's panicked shout behind him.

"I don't want to survive if you don't survive with me," Hob tells the stars when Dream is pretending to be asleep. "I can't. I wouldn't be able to."

"Who says you're dying?" Dream replies just after dawn, when Hob is sound asleep beside him, snoring softly. "You are not allowed to die under my watch, Hob Gadling."

"No! Dream!"

"I'm...I'm sorry," Dream says, voice soft and weak. There was way too much red surrounding him. Hob is losing his mind. "I love you. I'm sorry."

"You cheated." Hob's hands are shaking as he takes his jacket off and bunches it up, pressing it hard against the wound on the other boy's stomach. "You're supposed to be the one that survives!"

"I don't want to go back," Dream tells him, eyes turning glassy with unshed tears. "Not without you."

"Shit, you're losing too much blood."

"I would have liked to show you the place where I like to read in secret..."

"Gods, shut up, shut up, shut up--" Hob looks around frantically, trying to find something, anything, that could save Dream.

He is handed a knife by a bloodied, trembling hand, so pale it was almost white. "Here," Dream says. He points to an area under his own jaw. "Put the knife... Slash deep here. A little diagonally. Most effective..." His eyes were already blinking slower, movements growing sluggish.

"No," Hob says fiercely. The knife's handle is digging into his palm from how tight he's gripping it. "No, I'm not killing you. Fuck you for even--"

"Love you..." Dream's lips mouth at him, his striking blue eyes still looking at Hob's, as if he wants Hob's face to be the last thing he sees.

"No," Hob spits in denial. "Fuck this--"

Hob has always been a quick learner. His mother had always told him so. When his older brother was reaped six years ago and died within the hour of the games starting, Hob marched out of their house and immediately learned how to handle all the farming equipment from the older men, so his family could continue to eat.

He now places the knife Dream gave him against his own neck--

Dream gasps awake and clutches at the shape beside him desperately. Hob startles awake at the frantic touch, then pulls Dream towards him, holding him tight and steady, a fortress against a howling storm.

He murmurs soft words next to Dream's ear, one hand rubbing his back gently, while the other partially covers the large jagged scar on Dream's side. Dream presses his face closer to Hob's neck, his nose right where Hob's own scar is. It's small and looks insignificant compared to the one on Dream's body, but it proved more effective in getting the gamemakers to panic. They needed to have a victor, after all.

That year, they had two.

That had been ten years ago.

"We made it, my love," Hob says against his hair. It smells like the very sea that is only a short walk away from their home. Hob can hear the waves lapping peacefully at the shore. "We made it. It's all over now. We made it."

#dreamling hunger games AU #idk why clips from the hunger games movies keep popping up on my youtube feed #but we're taking it as a sign and rolling with it #hello my loves I come bearing pain 😊#dreamling #DreamlingWeek #DreamlingWeek2023 #the sandman #my writing #good job my thumbs #wahoo i managed to complete an entire week's worth of stories! 😭🙏 🎉🎉🎉

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Sudden Confession?!

PAIRING ! ━ non!idol nicholas x reader

GENRE ! ━ slight jealousy (only if you squint?), this is the fluffies thing I've ever written omg.

AUTHOR NOTE ! ━ do not reblog as it's for the birthday girl yuvie only ^^ happy birthday again love~ a Lil surprise for you from me and Maya ^^

Leaves crunch against your feet as you lift your head up with a smile, eyes closing as you take in the quiet morning as you walk to school, one hand clutching your backpack and the other holding your phone which kept buzzing

You shrug it off, thinking maybe your friends were going crazy again and we're on each other's necks, you only wanted peace and nothing else so you drop your phone in your backpack

"Yuvie!" You turn your head to your name being called, the peaceful demeanor quickly changing to you trying to not blush as you see your crush Nicholas run up to you

"Hey, you're early too" he strikes a conversation bit awkwardly, you just nod and wallk with him

Walking to school with him wasn't any new to you or him, you two always were early so you just started walking to school and he'd drop you back home too

You notice how your hands kept brushing past his, red spreading across your cheeks as you power your head, hand gripping onto the backpack as your heart goes crazy

Nicholas however notices how you were red, his mind thinking you were probably just too cold so he mindlessly takes off his hoodie and drapes it on you and walks like he didn't just worsen your condition

"What?" Nicholas asks trying to find out why you were growing redder each second, you just shake your head, "you dint talk much do you?" He asks again, now smiling, "i prefer to hear people talk" you say shrugging as you look away

"I like that about you" he states, you look at him, now it was his turn to be red, "hm?" You ask tilting your head in confusion, "you listen, not many people listen to others, you're actually a sweet girl and i love that about you" he states again looking away, you bite back a smile and just nod, "you missed your class" you say to which he stops in his tracks and runs back to his , "thank you!" He yells before stumbling into his class, "cute" you mumble and walk into your class

"Aw is yuvie thinking of her crush again?" Her friends state as they coo at the girl who shot a glare at them, "don't even start, it's only 8 am, save the readings for later" she huffs as she buries her head in her arms, only to smile and kick her legs mentally at the cute interaction between her crush and her

"Psst, Yuvie." You heard a familiar voice call out to you. Turning around, you spot Nicholas, the boy that makes your heart go crazy. "Hey, Nico." The shyness in your voice didn't go unnoticed. Nicholas finds it so cute. He can't even hide the way he smiles upon hearing your voice. "How are you today?" Nicholas' charming smile makes your heart beat faster and your face feel hot. "I'm doing fine I guess, what about you?" You struggle to make eye contact with him. Another thing he finds so cute. "I was doing okay, but I'm feeling great now that I'm speaking to you." His flirtatious words always managed to make you feel weak in the knees. "Oh hush." You giggled and so did Nicholas. Whether you knew or not, you were so important to him.

"Nicho... it's been a while now, don't you think you should confess?" Jo suggested. "I mean.... yeah... I've been thinking about it." Nicholas scratched the back of his neck nervously, thinking about how he should go about confessing. "If anything, please be like Jo who got his girl and not like Maki who's still contemplating on if he should confess to Ma-" "Zip it." Maki glared at Eujoo. "My bad." Eujoo let out a nervous chuckle. "You're right though, it's time I let Yuvie know how I feel."

The day was coming to an end. You were peacefully walking home, when suddenly your stomach began to growl. 'Should I grab something to eat?' You thought to yourself. "Hey you!" Nicholas whisper shouted. "You scared me!" You playfully hit his arm. "Why are you walking all alone?" Nicholas continued walking beside you. "Because.... I am." Nicholas chuckled at your answer. "Okay then. Hope you don't mind me joining you." Nicholas winked. "No, I don't mind." That feeling in your chest came back. The beat of your heart speeding up.

"You okay?" Nicholas tilted his head to the side, eyes showing concern. "Oh, yeah I'm fine.... just a little hungry." You avoided making any eye contact with him and continued walking. "Oh really? I can buy you something to eat." Nicholas offered. "No, it-" "What would you like?" He smiled at you. "Hmmm, maybe fries." You finally mustered up the courage to look him in the eyes. "Got it." Nicholas held eye contact for a moment, taking in how beautiful you are.

"Are you sure?" You slowly took the cup of grapes out of his hand. "Yes, anything to see my girl happy." Nicholas didn't mean to let that last part slip out, but he hoped you didn't notice. However, you did. "Did you just call me.. your girl?" The heat rose to your cheeks as you processed what he said. "Well, I just exposed myself." He couldn't stop himself from laughing. "What do you mean?" You couldn't believe the situation. Was Nicholas about to....confess?

"I like you, Yuvie...so much." Nicholas leaned a little closer to you. "I..... like you too." You shyly smiled, lowkey enjoying where this was about to go. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Nicholas' gaze made you feel a lot of things. You honestly forgot you were in public. "Yes!" The excitement in your voice was amusing to Nicholas. Suddenly, he brought his face even closer to yours and placed a little peck on your lips. "That's all?" Even though the peck was just a second, you still felt the feeling of his lips lingering. "We're still in public silly, I'll kiss you properly in private, so let's go." Nicholas smirked at how you looked away upon hearing his words. Well, now you had to get going because you definitely wanted Nicholas to kiss you properly.

#happy vivi day !#yuvie best girl

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