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dotster001 · 2 years ago

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Can I ask angst when they break up with reader to try date other person just to notice they still in love with reader, but now reader is with someone else (i hope is not confuse) with Jade, Floyd, Vil, and Leona?

A/N: normally, I'm not a huge fan of writing angst...but I had way too much fun with this 😁

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Part Two

"I've got everything I can from you. So it's time for me to let you go. Good luck to you."

Jade said it with a cruel smile on his face, a smile you had grown quite familiar with the six months you'd been dating. In pure confusion, you'dasked him to clarify what the fuck he just told you. He bowed politely, and gave an "of course" before saying it in an even colder way.

He had used all your connections. He had gotten all the information he could with your relationship. So it was over.

Naturally, this was a shock, and absolutely devastating. But he didn't care about your dropped jaw, or the tears slowly starting to pick up in speed as they trickled down your face. You left the room, and that was that.

He returned to his room to call his next target, a first year student who was a prince of a small nation. As he sent a quick message, Floyd stopped tossing the basketball he was playing with, and asked, "If you're finally done with Y/N, can I have them now?"

Floyd had been in love with you months before Jade was even interested in you as a target, but had held back upon both Jade and Azul's insistence. While his brother was one of them, he had nothing but innocent puppy love for you. A part of Jade figured you'd say no to him, considering they shared a face. So he gave his consent, not even thinking twice.

Three months later, he watched you drop Floyd at the lounge, and press a kiss to his cheek, before slowly pulling away and leaving him to his work. His date, the Prince, asked him if everything was alright, and it was only then he realized how stiff he was. He smiled and gave some excuse that he bought with zero effort.

And while his date continued to prattle on and on about things he should never share with someone he's only been dating for three months, Jade found himself unable to do his job for the first time.

Floyd was happier than he'd been in years, and consistently able to do his job, on the promise of you giving him goodbye kisses. You were happier than Jade had ever seen you. The love in your eyes was something deeper, something stronger, than anything he'd ever seen when you looked at him. And something in him broke when he realized that.

You never looked at him that way. Was it because a part of you always knew he was using you? Was it because you sensed he didn't feel that way about you? Or was it something worse?

Was he never as good as Floyd?

"I'm bored," He groaned, standing up from the place he was resting his head on your lap.

"Okay, what do you want to do then?" You asked him.

"Nah. I'm bored of this," he gestured between the two of you.

A part of you had known this was coming. Not because you'd wanted to know, but because your friends had warned you. Especially Riddle, who had evidently been through his own relationship of sorts with Floyd. But you were hoping they were wrong. Your Floyd would never hurt you like that.

Still, even you couldn't ignore the way he watched the exchange student from Noble Bell. The way he was handsier with them than he'd ever been with you. The way he whispered in their ear when he thought you weren't looking. The way he'd nearly kissed him, but stopped at the last second when he realized you were there.

Instead of letting him repeat it, you stood up, and left your own living room, hellbent on reaching Heartslaybul, where you were in for an "I told you so" speech, but if you sat through that you'd get pity cuddles. You heard him call after you, angry that he wasn't getting the last word, but you couldn't stay there anymore.

Riddle knew when he saw the tears on your cheeks. He sighed, and instead of a lecture, he opened his arms to you, letting you sob in his shoulder, as he gently rubbed your back.

A day later Floyd was dating the exchange student, and all your Heartslaybul friends were helping you avoid the two of them. You'd lost a boyfriend, but had been made aware of the best support system in any world.

Months had passed, and you could almost forget how Floyd had seemingly used you for a fun time. Especially when the resident Queen's arms were always open to you, and his eyes always had hearts in them when they looked at you. A man who would give you the larger half of the strawberry tart, despite you knowing full well how much things like that meant to him.

Floyd, meanwhile, was bored again. He had thought he was bored of you. But after the months of not even seeing a glimpse of you, and doing everything he could to get any emotional stimulation from the exchange student who hadn't realized what he was getting into when the hot second year had slid into his life, he was realizing his blunder. There was just nothing but physical attraction, and even that was fading quickly for Floyd.

But you'd always given him the stimulation he needed. You were always fun. You were always adorable. So squeezable. But now goldfishie was the one squeezing you. He wanted to squeeze goldfishie until he popped. You were his to squeeze!

But when he saw you resting on Riddle's shoulder, his chest ached as he realized he didn't deserve to.

You and Rook had always joked that he'd steal your boyfriend one day. Vil always rolled his eyes when the two of you would snicker about it, and give you a soft kiss on the cheek, while smacking the back of Rook's head.

So when the two of them had stood nervously before you, tightly gripping each other's hands, you were devastated, but not surprised.

You didn't want to hear their explanations or excuses. Sevens, they tried, but you knew it would be better not to hear it. You could feel vindicated, not giving them a chance to apologize for hurting you, and it would also spare you the painful details that would only break your heart further.

So after shutting the door in their faces, you'd called a certain someone for a sugar pick me up. Trey arrived with a three tiered cake, and held you gently as you cried and told.him your woes. It wasn't until you started dropping self deprecating comments about how you'd never been worthy of Vil, how you'd always known he would leave you one day, that he shuts you up with a kiss. His jaw drops and he apologizes immediately, telling you he knew it was way too soon to be making any move, he just couldn't stand you talking about yourself that way. It wasn't fair to you.

When he leaves, he apologizes again, and tells you not to worry about him. If you don't see him that way, he'll be fine. If you do….take your time. He's willing to wait for you to be okay again.

And he really is willing to wait. And when you tell him you're willing to give the two of you a shot, a month later, he smiles softly and offers to start with a simple cooking date….literally right then because he has an unbirthday party he has to prepare for, but he also wants to be around you.

While you are slowly slipping into a life of domestic bliss, the cracks are beginning to show with Rook. Anytime Vil isn't perfect, he hears about it, and now….well, Vil isn't stupid enough to miss the way Rook's eye has been wandering over to Neige.

He didn't have to be perfect with you. As he eats the flavorless salad Rook made for him, he watches Trey feed you a chocolate covered strawberry, and playfully kiss away the chocolate that stains the corner of your mouth. Rook says something bitter when he notices, and he always notices, indicating his hypocritical jealousy.

It's amusing, in a painful way, how Rook pretends he wants what you and Vil used to have. But what he really wants is to keep his pretty doll on its shelf, and all to himself.

When he'd first expressed interest in you, you had asked him. "Will I be pushed to the side in favor of an arranged marriage, or even just someone with more power?"

And he'd laughed. Nah. No one wanted to be trapped in a marriage with him (his parents had tried), and he didn't want more power. He wanted you.

But his pride was something even he couldn't get past. And when a fae duchess with similar image issues in her own nation had come to him, proposing a marriage of convenience, he had agreed without a thought.

"You're overreacting. We can still be together.' "I don't want- no, I can't be your side piece." "For sevens sake, she has a whole harem at her disposal. It's a marriage in title only." "I don't want that. What happened to what we had being enough?" "You're being selfish, and childish." "I'm being selfish? We could settle down in luxury with what you have!" "If you can't see fit to share me, only nominally, mind you, then go." "I will!"

He was furious. You knew his life. You knew a marriage like this could change life for the both of you. What the fuck were you on about?

Over the next few months he'd begun the courtship process with the duchess, going to boring political events to cement his position within that fae court. He kept expecting you to come crawling back. He'd sneer at you and make you prove you deserved him. At least, that's what he thought at first. But the more time passed, the more he just wanted you back in his arms where you belonged. He even has arranged for his room in the fae kingdom to have an extra large bed, so that you would always be comfortable.

One morning, he heard murmurs throughout Savannahclaw. He saw the side glances, and the hasty hushes as he passed. And he knew.

He stormed over to Diasomnia. Surely you were trying to make him hurt. And the best way to do that was for you to start seeing Draconia.

But when he started yelling at the lizard, he had nothing but confusion on his face. Yes, he found you very attractive, but no, he wasn't courting you. Leona was about to yell at him, tell him he couldn't lie to him, when you entered the room…on Vanrouge's arm.

Your eyes widened, and flickered between him and the lizard, before you groaned and rolled your eyes. You whispered something to Lilia, and the two of you were about to leave when he got the urge to yell at you.

"That scrawny twerp will never be able to love you like I can!"

You slowly turned to look at him, and sneered, before saying, "Thank God for that."

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mooncrestedwaters · 11 months ago

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Been thinking about Rafayel and how he shows his love (especially after his newest card trailer).

On the surface, Rafayel seems like he's an open book. He's witty, affectionate, chatty ect ect

But once you dig deeper you realise that he's that way...but only with the person he loves. He's actually quite reserved and doesn't enjoy being the center of attention, even going so far to say his job is a thing of self expression rather than something he actively strives to make money off of.

With the upcoming new 5* card of Rafayel's, I wasn't shocked that we didn't have a kiss or one where he tried to kiss us (and tbh his sweeter form of affection in wanting to cuddle us and snuggle into our neck made my tummy do flips and had me having a near breakdown from how much it made me gooey)

I feel like Rafayel is a yearner to his core, even his interviewer noted as much that he gave an air of 'romance' to him.

The best way I can describe it is; His love is like his profession and his EVOL.

Art takes time, it takes an observant eye and mind. I've grown up with artists my entire life and to make a painting is much more than slapping some acrylics onto a board and calling it a day. It takes tempering, to prepare the board, to build up layers upon the canvas to correct any mistakes without an eraser or undo button.

It's gentle, tending to the whims of the canvas to make a happy compromise of your own.

Onto his EVOL, Rafayel treats a relationship like a firepit. He wants it to have longevity, keeping himself and the fire alight. So instead of chucking a log onto the firepit he nourishes it with kindling, giving it a poke here and here to check on its status while being warmed by the flames.

Rafayel is also horrifically traumatised from previous encounters with love.

Think of it this way;

He was a Prince. Set to be throned as a King and live with his beloved forever.

He set out to find a devout follower to sacrifice their heart to him in turn found himself giving them his own heart and betraying everything because he wouldn't let a pre-destined prophecy rule himself or his beloved.

When he got his love back, in another timeline they were brainwashed and ended up killing him. The absolute agony you must go through, to be maliciously murdered and know that it's by the person you love but not their intention to do so and in your last breath you grant them mercy to die alongside you by singing them to death.

Moving onto Abysswalker Rafayel, the weight of being told you have to kill your love to resurrect your hometown, taking the love of your life on a wondrous journey to know you have to kill them in the end and instead erasing their memories of you permanently to protect them and keep them alive, rewriting a tome for their sake and thus dooming his beloved kingdom and people to be tormented for eternity of his peoples damned screams of death and agony.

Do you ever wonder if he has sat with himself and laminated over this horrifying fall from grace?

Yet he still does it, for them.

After ruminating over this; I wouldn't be as forward as the other LI either.

I think Rafayel is immaculately brave and loyal for even trying again, for still searching for his beloved over years and years.

He has his insecurities, they show when he gets bratty or needy. Quipping at his beloved for not having their sole attention on him, he's meant to be worshipped after all, doted on, praised for having put in so much effort.

Alas, his love doesn't remember, doesn't see the accumulation of sacrifices and things hes done for them.

So he hints, he prods and pokes gently and he starts having them warm up to him again. Braving a tender word here, a lovingly gentle touch there and moving up and forward until he can see that his beloved has fallen in love with him again.

Rafayel is a love that doesn't burn bright, it burns with stability, it burns with loyalty, it burns with truth and gentle care. He would never want to scorch his love.

Rafayel makes accommodations for them, weaving them into his life in any way, if that may be employing them to inviting them on little excursions. Even keeping a watchful eye over them, noticing when they're in need, hurt or just simply making his presence known as a comfortable 'You can come to me'.

He's a gentleman, a romantic...with a little edge (Rafayel audios I'm looking at you, hard)

Anyways, I should not drink copious amounts of caffeine within a short allotment of time. I hope my ramblings have been enjoyable 🤍🪽

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thecapricunt1616 · 1 year ago

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Lily of the Valley - (c.b. oneshot)

𝓢𝓷𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓽 (𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓑𝓣𝓒): “Yes, what is all this baby?” You asked, motioning to the roses. “Did I forget somethin? Our anniversary isn’t for another 2 months” you asked a bit nervously. Carmen wasn’t a stickler for dates, but it would break your heart if you were to forget something important. “No- no. I just…just love you- I wanted to show you, and especially after this week I know I’ve been crazy busy, and I’ve been comin’ in late and leavin’ early, and…I just wanted to show my best girl how much she means t’me” he kissed your forehead sweetly and you felt a blush creeping to your cheeks.

O/S INSPO: Lily of the Valley Soothing, calming, draws peace and tranquility, and repels negativity. Assists in empowering happiness and mental powers. Married couples should plant Lily of the Valley in their first garden to promote longevity of the marriage. POSTED DATE:03/30/2024 W/C: 4,114

A/N: FINALLY!!!! I am so sorry this took forever! This O/S is based on this adorable request from the LOML @daysofyellowroses - please check out her blog! I hope this satisfies your Carmy Proposing idea! I'm sorry it took so long i've been sick, but we’re back baby!!! Requests are opennnn y'all!

WARNINGS FOR BTC: Smut, Swearing, NO USE OF Y/N - As little physical description as possible, fluffy Carmen, OC Carmy - (He's more emotionally grown obvi hahah)

You pushed the heavy, bulging tote bags full of groceries up your arm as you walked back to Your&Carmy’s shared Condo Building. The wildflower seeds you’d thrown on the little patches of grass on your walks to the train, along the sidewalk on your block had finally started to bloom. Adorable tiny little flowers in vibrant shades of blue, pink, purple, yellow, and white peeking out over the sidewalk's edge.

Spring had most definitely sprung in Chicago by this point. Your commute whilst walking to work down Michigan Ave, passing the stunning array of tulips, had told you that fiercely every time you walked to and from the train this week on the way to work. It was finally Friday, and you couldn’t be happier.

Carmen had been so busy this week- busier than normal. You’d usually just hang out with your best friends to fill that pathetic, lonely void while grading papers and doing your own assignments- but they were busy this week too! You were convinced the universe had bound you to loneliness this week, so naturally, all you wanted to do was get home, crawl into bed, and sleep- until Carmy came in around 2 to 3 am, and get that savored 15 minutes of cuddles after his shower, before exhaustion came over you again and you fell back asleep.

You used your special key fob to get in the door of your condo’s shared building, which to your standards was very luxurious- it included amenities you’d never even thought of. You and Carmy had moved in together 3 months ago, it took a lot of convincing on your end. You and Carmy had lived on opposite ends of town, so every time you’d see eachother, (which was very often) - it would be an hour's drive that he insisted- or, him losing the battle- and allowing you to take the train back all those stops.

You weren’t particularly religious, it was more just a personal preference - that you would be at least engaged before you were to move in together. Especially before having a mortgage together. You’d told Carmy this, and he’d given you the same answer each time over the last two years he’d been begging - “Baby we know we’re in love, you know we’re eachothers forever person - we tell eachother every day! We’ve been together 3 years, Let me take care of you”

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be taken care of- it’s just…you liked working. You loved your job, you’d went to school and earned a masters degree for Christ sake, and were currently working on your PHD. You couldn’t ever see yourself giving that up, and moving in with a boyfriend and him insisting on paying all the bills made you fear you’d fall pregnant, and then your professional life would be over.

But, Carmen had insisted to you he wasn’t interested in children unless you were. You were sure at one point you never wanted them, but you were becoming more afraid, because seeing as amazing an uncle Carmen was, how naturally kind and understanding he was of children- it brought out something in you. It was so sudden that you could imagine turning your shared library / art studio into a nursery during slow time at work.

You walked down the hall, in no rush to be home. The only presence waiting being your cat, Truffle, Carmy had insisted on the name due to his deep black fur.

You approached the door, confused as to why you were hearing…music? From your apartment? You shook the hope of Carmy being home this early away, not wanting to be dissapointed. The neighbors downstairs must be blasting that same kind of jazz instrumental Carmy listens to so loud that you heard it through the floor.

You unlock the door, and sure enough the music playing softly through the condo gets a tad louder but the first thing to catch your eye was the white and pink rose petals making a trail to the kitchen. You heard Carmy humming lightly, the sound of chopping on the cutting board.

“Bear?” You quickly nudge the door shut with your hip, not even bothering to take your shoes off and rushing down the hall into the kitchen. Sitting atop the breakfast bar, was a vase packed with beautiful pink and white roses.

He looks up from the cutting board “My favorite girl” he stops what he was doing immediately coming and taking the bags from your shoulders, setting them down before greeting you with a sweet kiss. He cupped your cheeks gently, pulling you in to him so you were flush together with his other hand.

“You used our card f’that right?” He asked softly when he pulled away. You roll your eyes a bit, he had insisted you get a shared credit card, and that you purchase everything with it- and at the end of the month, he will show you the statement, and only pay a quarter of the total, just another one of the ways he assured every financial burden of yours was eased significantly.

“Yes, what is all this baby?” You asked, motioning to the roses. “Did I forget somethin? Our anniversary isn’t for another 2 months” you asked a bit nervously. Carmen wasn’t a stickler for dates, but it would break your heart if you were to forget something important.

“No- no. I just…just love you- I wanted to show you, and especially after this week I know I’ve been crazy busy, and I’ve been comin’ in late and leavin’ early, and…I just wanted to show my best girl how much she means t’me” he kissed your forehead sweetly and you felt a blush creeping to your cheeks.

“That’s so sweet Bear. Thank you I love you, this is…no one’s ever done this- oh my god- are those balloons?” You giggled, seeing heart shaped foil balloons tied to your chair at the table and he smiled proudly.

“Mmhmm, the lady at the flower place said that - we can talk about it later. You wanna cook w’me? You can just watch if you want?” He asked, gently brushing his fingers through your hair.

“I never turn down a lesson from the best, let me go get changed real quick” you headed toward the bedroom and he stopped you by your hand pulling you back into his chest, kissing your neck with wet open mouth kisses earning a giggle that you couldn’t contain.

“Mmm- don’t go in there right now, it’s for later. I already got your pajamas right here” he said going over to the couch and grabbing your favorite pair of sweatpants and his old ‘the beef’ tshirt that to you was the most comfortable thing in the world, especially when he wore it to bed for a few nights before giving it back.

“For later huh?” You muse, taking off your heeled booties and unbuttoning your slacks before peeling them off and trading them for your soft fuzzy grey sweatpants.

“Mmhmm” he hummed in response and took your pants for you and your blouse and bra as well, bringing them to the laundry room as you put the shirt on and got your hair situated into a bun.

“What are we cooking today, chef?” You asked, heading over to the kitchen to see there were little bowls of vegetables that have been precut and you gasp happily. “Stop- are we really?” You giggled.

“I told you that it’s easy baby but you hate eggplant so ratatouille isn’t gonna be something you’re a big fan of” he chuckled. You had watched the movie with him, and told him that the ratatouille dish looked insanely delicious and that you wanted him to make it for you, but he told you your aversion to eggplant would probably turn you off the dish.

“But there isn’t eggplant” you said looking over the dishes filled with various vegetables.

“That’s right, this is princess ratatouille. I’ve been figurin’ out different vegetables w’Syd that would work for it, we finally got it right. We have zucchini and a few different squashes, and we have onion and garlic, tomato, bell pepper, everything you like. I think you’ll love it baby.” He said rubbing your back gently.

“Of course I’m gonna love it bear, I love everything we make together you have the magic touch. So what’s my job?” You asked eagerly.

“You my special sous chef, are gonna help put the veggies in and I’m gonna do the sauce” He kissed your temple gently.

“Ok! Let me get my apron” You said, happily turning to the drawer you kept your aprons in.

“Wait-” he said, holding your arm. You look back at him and he looked…nervous.”Is…something wrong?” You questioned, brows furrowed slightly in concern.

“No- no I um….i got you a new one” he said sheepishly, walking over to the island and opening up the cupboard beneath you never used.

“Oh- ok..Leveling up are we?” You joked, happily leaning against the counter.

“Jesus-” he chuckled, “Close y’r fuckin eyes- carnival psychic” he teases and you laughed, obliging and closing your eyes.

“Carnival psychic?” you asked and he came over gently putting bundle of fabric in your awaiting hands.

“I swear t’god- you went snoopin’? Open your eyes” he said. You opened your eyes, looking into your hands and seeing an apron. It was white, just like his, and folded perfectly. In thick black letters, intricately painted, ‘ Will You Marry Me? ‘ Adorned with a little red heart over the center pocket that had a square shaped bump.

You felt all of the blood leave your face, your knees feeling wobbly, your mouth gaping in to an O shape, as you stare down at the apron. “Where did you get this?” you whispered, completely awestruck.

“I-I…um…made it?” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I- shit. Fuck- is this not how you pictured it? I’m so fuckin sorry babe- I-I thought…I dunno- like.. You wanted it private? Cause I know you said you’d never-” he’s interrupted by your lips crashing on his in a fervent wanting kiss, a mix of spit and teeth and lips and tongues, he moans softly into your mouth, squeezing your waist.

You were pressed together so firmly that the small box dug into your ribs, eventually pulling away from him with shaking hands and reaching into the pocket, pulling out the small black velvet box. You ever so carefully opened it, your breath catching in your throat when you saw the absolutely breathtaking ring.

“I-it’s not uh..not a diamond- cause I know you said-” you interrupt him

“Princesses and Queens don’t wear diamonds, they wear crystals” you finished, staring at the beautifully cut opal, at least 8 carats, banded by a intricate edwardian band… nothing short of a ring for a Goddess.

“But..But- this one…it does- it has both…because uh” he swallows thickly. “It…in my mind- when I s-saw it, it represented your soul, and your physical body.. And I liked that. Cause- y’re my diamond, but you’re also my queen, my everything, baby. Like how - how you said that…you wished your aura was opal? It is. It is, angel. And every time you look at that, I want you to remember that you’re beautiful from your diamond exterior, to your opal soul” he brushed his finger over the ring, before meeting your gaze once again.

He gently wiped the tears that were running down your cheeks freely, hot and wet and open. It was rare that Carmy genuinely used his words rather then his actions to express his love for you, so you were nothing short of savoring this. “Holy fucking shit” you laughed, shaking your head and looking down at the ring box. “Put it on my hand” you held your left hand out.

He chuckled a bit, “so… yes? You will?” he asked carefully, pulling the ring out of the box.

“Are you kidding, YES! Put this ring on my finger and fuck me dumb- this is all i’ve ever wanted, Bear, I fucking love you- and youre asking if I want you to be my husband?! I’ve wanted nothing more for two years- at least!” you shake your left hand for emphasis, a wide large grin on your face.

He carefully slid the ring over your manicured finger, and it just made you cry more how it fit perfectly. “How do you know my size?!” you asked, since most of the vintage rings he'd bought you were adjustable so it didn't matter the size of the rings he’d gotten for you before.

He chuckled a bit, “so- y’re ring…y’know the one…y’thought you lost it at Chipotle like…ahhh- 8 months ago now? In the bathroom? Y’took it off at the table, you wore it on your ring finger so I had to take my chance. You kept sayin how it was like- the only ring you’d found that fit without takin’ it to the jewler. So uh” he dug in his jeans pocket, placing your beloved vintage ring with your starsign on it in your palm.

“I got that ring, based on the size. I got it uhhh…sorry dont be offended- it’s not new… I got it at an estate sale of this lady- it was crazy- the way I came across it babe… like fate. It was when Syd and I went to New York for that interview, she literally dragged me to this sale cause she said the lady who died was said to have a bunch of vintage fur and stuff she was looking f’somethin- anyway. We met the lady’s daughter- Stella? I think it was? Doesn’t matter… but she um..said her Ma was some crazy astrology nut, also said she only wore crystals. So I took a look… that was the first box I opened. And y’ring on my pinky, it fit perfect, so I tried it on- it fit like a glove. I’m glad we don't have to size it. Asked her if it was real, she said - her Ma told ‘er some…. Like life coach? Er- astrologer life coach author? Gave it to ‘er on a trip to Jamaica in the 60’s. Told ‘er ‘this ring will someday be worn on a hand proudly as a devotion of true love’- Miss- No! Madame ! Madame Stardust. Nutty name right?” he chuckled a bit.

You smiled proudly at the ring, a devotion of true love indeed. “I think” you turned to the counter, stacking the bowls of vegetables together and putting them in the fridge as you friskily countered “you are not going in to work at all next week- wifes orders” you walked over to him, hips swaying. “And after you fuck me absolutely stupid” you grabbed his collar, pulling him in so your faces were meer inches apart “Oh- and we talk about how this mademe stardust? Confirms that our souls are indeed woven together like a fucking wicker basket” you kiss him roughly, weaving your fingers through his dirty blonde curls and tugging firmly.

He moaned into your mouth, his hands trailing down and squeezing your ass firmly. You hummed in satisfaction, leaning against him and he stumbled back, back, back, pushing the bedroom door open with a squeak. You looked up, Breaking your kiss with wide eyes.

All throughout the bedroom, were printed photos of you and Carmy throughout the years, suspended with clear wire so it was as if the photos were floating midair. You clasp your hands over your mouth, admiring all the hard work and pure thought that had went into the gesture. You looked over all the photos, three years of memories hanging before you like a gallery of love surrounding you, all of your fondest happiest memories at every flicker of your eyes.

“Carmen” you whispered, walking forward and admiring each and every photograph…

He comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Y’know how you said no work next week…” he said softly, kissing up your neck with wet, sexy, open mouthed kisses. “We leave Sunday… F’Cyprus” He said hotly in your ear, his breath tickling your neck causing a moan to escape your lips as he gently lifts your shirt, palming your breast gently.

“Is- is that-” you breathe out

“We’re getting a tour of Aphrodites Baths” he said softly, rolling your taught nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Ah- y-you remembered?” you gasped, he let out a soft deep chuckle, Kissing the corner of your mouth and gently laying you down upon the soft sheets of your shared bed.

“I’d have proposed over a year ago- when I got the fuckin’ ring if i coulda gotten us the tour sooner” he muttered into your skin, tugging off your- (his) shirt, leaving supple, gentle kisses over your stomach and up your ribs.

“Mm- are we- can we swim?” I asked hopefully.

He gently wipes your tears away, “No” he said a bit sadly, “We can dip our hands… some asshole ruined swimming for people years ago…before we met…but- we were also gonna Parga Greece, baby. We’re spending 2 days in Cyprus, then flying to Parga on a charter- we can swim, fuck, do whatever in those waters baby. Amidst the Goddess of the Underworld f’five whole days” he smirked and you gasped, as if he’d gotten you the moon on a string.

“The Acheron River?” you whisper and he nodded, gently rubbing his thumb over your lips.

“That is the sexiest thing i’ve ever heard in my life- you’re gonna make me cum in the 2nd most famous river of Hell?” you giggled and he snorts a laugh, pushing you on the bed gently.

“Fuck yeah, you little fuckin’ freak” he teased, tugging off your panties and sweatpants in one swift pull, leaving you soaked and bare before him.

You gasped at the rough action, quickly being soothed by soft, sweet kisses over your hipbones.

“I fuckin smell y’kitten fuck” he growled, kissing the inner of your thigh in the way that made you creen.

“Shit- good- right? If y’compared me to a seafood market i’d break your nose” you teased, hooking the crooks of your knees over his shoulders, shivering when he leaned in closer, his hot breath directly over your clit- his lapis blue eyes boring into yours.

“That question doesn’t deserve an answer” he grumbled hotly, spreading your folds with his fingers and admiring the wet, slick, mess in front of him. “S’fuckin pretty princess- fuckin’ prettiest pussy in the world” he nearly moaned, burrying his mouth where you needed him most, eyes fixed on yours.

You couldn’t even make a sound- a hot breathy gasp escaping your slack-jawed stance as your head flopped back on the mattress with a soft bounce. “Mmmmm shit” Carmy hummed, satisfied with your taste as if he was devouring his favorite dessert.

“F-Ffuuuckkk” you whimpered out pathetically, voice cracking and bleeding out between the fracture lines of your hot intense pleasure.

“Mmhmm-mmmhmmm” Carmy mumbled confidently against your now firm clit, tongue flicking over it at a mind-numbing pace, bringing you right to the edge and hanging you there by a single finger.

“Ahhhh-Ahhhh-Fuck!! Carmy! Oh- ohhhh!!!” You whined, spine pointing in an arch off the mattress, your hips and thighs quivering and shaking wildly as your orgasm crashed over you like hot lightning before you could even warn him, or know yourself it was so close.

“Goooood girl, thats it- mm- my good fuckin’ girl- Y’gonna be my fuckin’ wife baby? Mmm? Gonna be mine? F’rever?” He grumbled, placing a gentle kiss to your clit before placing gentle yet firm pressure over it with the pad of his tongue that made your hips buck with a mind of their own.

He chuckled slightly into your heat, the vibration causing you to whine pathetically. “Y-yes-yes-fuck i’mfuckinyoursBear-y’gonnamakemey’wife? Yeah? Gonna make me Mrs. fuckin Carmen Berzatto?” you slurred, pulling him into a messy wanting kiss, soughing at the flavor of your core coating his spit.

“Fuckin- spit in my fucking mouth- claim me” you groaned. He smiled against your lips, pulling away slightly, a thick hot string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“So fuckin dirty” he grumbled with a smirk “Open that filthy fucking mouth” he ordered, getting quiet for a moment as he gathered saliva in the front of his mouth.

You obeyed him immediately - your jaw going slack, tongue stuck out ever so slightly and eyes fluttered shut. Then- you felt it, hot, sweet, salty saliva coating your tongue, you groan at the flavor as it continues pooling over your tastebuds. “Do not fucking swallow yet- greedy girl” he tapped your chin firmly, before pulling your jaw open wider with Tthe pad of his thumb.

“Stick out that pretty little tongue” he grumbled, you obeyed with a smile, opening wide as you could, sticking your tongue out far, showing off the creamy white saliva he’d dressed your tongue in, so much it was seeping down onto your chin, threatening to coat the front and back of your throat.

“Good girl- that's my good little kitten” he purred, “How d’you want me princess?” he gently collected the excess saliva from your chin on his thumb, sucking it off his digit hotly as he awaits your response while you swallow gratefully, the taste setting your soul ablaze.

“I want you to fucking claim me, Carmy, holy fuck- use me, worship me, fuck me like a goddamn animal- whatever you fucking want- please” you begged after you’d savored the taste while you swallowed, his sky blue eyes going dark as navy slacks with lust at the admission.

“Yeah? Why not all three?” he pushed you down to the mattress by your throat, not hard enough to bruise- but hard enough for the breath to leave your lungs and your core to throb so hard you were clenching your thighs, trying to give any solace of pressure to your swollen aching clit.

“P-please” you stuttered, writhing against the mattress and he chuckled darkly.

“Are we a little needy? Mmm princess?” he pushes your knees apart with his thigh, aiding the throbbing pressure with his strong fingers, rubbing firm, slow circles into the twitching bud that made your hips snap into the mattress and head fall back to the bed, eyes rolling back with a sharp gasp of pleasure.

“Pl-please-” you gasp out, spine arching sharply as he replaced his fingers with his mouth on your clit, 2 fingers slipping inside of you with no resistance due to the fact your core was so soaked it was beginning to pool at the dip of your bum and soak the sheets. The squelching as he pumped into your g-spot mixed with your high-pitched moans and frisky growls was absolute sin.

He opens his jaw wider, tonguing your entrance wildly and nuzzling his strong nose against your clit in broad strokes, randomly flicking back and forth quickly making you squeal in pleasure as you grind against his mouth, fully out of control of your movements as if you were a puppet on a string.

“H-Hooooo-i’m cumming- oh- don’t you dare fucking stop Carmen” you growled, grabbing his curls and pullinghim further into your core. “I’m cumming- i’mcumming-holy-holyfuck-imfuuuckiing-AAAH!” your thighs and hips shake and quiver, stars of ethereal white filling your vision.

“Mmhmmm” he grumbled, coming up and sucking your nipple with his slick lips, his chin and nose soaked with your arousal, so much so his chin dripped onto your ribs.

“H-Oh-yes Bear” you whined out, head tilting to meet his gaze. “I need you- I-I need you inside- like- fuck- when you- you have my knees around your hips and y-you fuckin’- just drill me Carmy- I need that- need you deep” You reverberated wantingly, wrapping your thighs around his waist taughtly, making it easier for him to take you exactly how you wanted.

“Jesus Christ- I can’t fuckin’ stand y’baby. Y’re like a fuckin’ drug- it’s like I fuckin’ function unless I’ve had a hit” he nibbed your collarbone, quickly removing his jeans and boxers, aligning himself with your entrance.

You gave him a mischievous smile, inching your hips forward. “C’mon- I don’t give a fuck ‘bout cooking right now- fuck me absolutely dumb- then take me to Sam’s f’r chocolate chip pancakes- sure that waitress will be over the moon bout my ring” you mused, capturing our lips together, as he scoops up your shoulders and holds you chest to chest, your third of many orgasms that night building throughout every muscle.

It was going to be a long night….

#carmen berzatto #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #the bear fic #the bear hulu #carmen berzatto fanfiction #carmy berzatto fanfiction #the bear #the bear fanfiction #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy the bear #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy x reader #carmen x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #the bear fandom #borders & banners by saradika

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smallestapplin · 9 months ago

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aaaaaa i just saw that you take stardew reqs!! i've been following for a bit but i NEVER get your posts on my dash i stg,,,

may i request some cuddles and reassurances for shane? i can't fix him but i want to just hold him and pretend I can,, can be platonic or romantic, up to you!

I love Shane, cause I'm depressed and self destructive too mf now get over here so I can hug you-

Romance is hinted and it's mutual but neither have confessed.

TW : just Shane having some self deprecating thoughts but nothing serious.

Shane has been doing much better in the months following when you found him drunk by the cliff side, you two have grown closer allowing you to watch how therapy continues to improve him.

Some days are better than others, but you're so proud of the improvements he's been making. But even then he still has some bad days, and those are the days he doesn't want you to see.

He feels so tired, so worthless, so useless, all he can do is lay in bed and rot.

He's watched his clock tick from 8am to 12pm to 5pm and so on, he just doesn't have the energy to get up, the fight he had been carrying just feels like a burden now.

He had been doing so good to, he's sure you'd be disappointed in him for slipping into a depressive state like this. Shane is so lost in his head he doesn't hear his bedroom door open or close, but he dos feel his bed side dip at the newly added weight.

But he doesn't bother looking up, afraid he may start crying, which is all the more likely when you so tenderly brush his hair from his face.

"Rough day today?" You ask, though you know the answer.

You smile at him, even as he finally looks at you with tear filled green eyes. Even now, you still look at him with such care and warmth, what did he ever do to deserve you?

You kick your boots off and lay down behind him, curling up against him with your face buried into the back of his neck and your arms around his waist. You know he will tell you when he is ready, but for right now you just want to distract him from his pain.

"You know my chickens missed you today, Jopeep was not happy when I was the one trying to give her pets, made this clucking sound that i swear sounded like she was sassing me."

You chuckle, your smile growing when Shane gives a small snort.

"And then Eggatha, bless her, hopped on my shoulder like she usually does, but kept looking around like a bird on a mission."

He can almost imagine your day with your flock, your chickens have always had such personalities it was a delight.

"I misssed you too, I was worried when you didn't stop by or answered my text, I figured you were sleeping. But I did bring over some stuffed peppers for you."

You sound so happy, like you don't mind being here with him while he's like this.

"You don't have to do all this." His voice is rough and gravely from not being used all day today, but it sounds so weak.

"I know, you make it sound like I do all this out of some obligation. You do know I do all this because I want to, right? You deserve some peace and joy, you've been through enough."

You're doing all this because you want to.

You help him practice the coping skills and thought processes his therapist has given him, because you want to.

You cook his favorite dishes because you want to.

There is no needing to.

There is no feeling pity and doing these things.

You want to.

"I like having you around, it's fun having you over at the farm and I get to see how many starws of hay I can put in your hood before you notice, I like our inside jokes, I like our time together, I like you and your company, even if you can't see it, it's there."

His body trembles, leaving him shaking like a leaf as he tries to hold back the tears that are already falling down his cheeks.

"But why, I'm not..." he trails off, letting out a choked sob, but that doesn't stop you.

"Healing takes time, it's a slow process and there will be days or times you slip back, to take a few steps back, but you're still working on it, you are still trying to change for the better. And i don't know if you have noticed, but even in two months of therpay you have changed, you seem happier, you seem livelier. You will always have rough days or even rough weeks, but that doesn't mean you're a failure."

Shane can't stop the sobs that leave him, he finds himself flipping around to hug you, buring his face into your shoulder to let it all out. You hold him tightly, gently shushing him and reminding him to breathe.

"I will be here no matter what."

You know your love won't fix his pain, but you know your support can help him feel more confident about going about it.

You want to tell him you love him, that you adore him and his dry sense of humor, that his gentleness with the chickens and Jas make your heart swell.

But maybe you will wait a few more months and see how he is feeling.

You know he means the world to you, even as he cries himself to sleep in your arms after muttering 'thank you's over and over again.

He deserves a safe place to feel happy.

And you want to be that for him.

#sdv shane #sdv Shane x reader #Stardew valley Shane #Stardew valley Shane x reader #stardew valley x reader #comforting

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wooeo · 1 year ago

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Hey, I love your enha works a lot!! It's so good to see something that isn't another OC (Not that I think people shouldn’t do them but I wanna have some x reader stuff y'know??)

So, I've been rereading your work and I got an idea - pehaps enhypen celebrating Enha girlie's birthday (doing a live) and them being clingy to her (Especially Niki because he's her son & Jake because he's always been with Niki). Maybe even them being emotional yet playful, them singing to her and holding up a cake to blow out the candles, reminiscing about how far they went on their journey etc

Or maybe even them doing a live, a casual one, where they are just talking & responding to comments when suddenly they discover Enha girlie and Niki just asleep (perhaps him cuddling into her) which engenes & Enhypen just gush over it (Can you tell I love them two hahaha)

Tbh I would love any fluffy Enha content, I'm desperate for it among all the smut & SMAUs

! cute cute cute ! it's so crazy how much smut there is for everything😭😭

☾⸻ ✩

niki holds his hands over your eyes while heeseung carefully carries the cake in. they all begin singing, surprisingly off-key for a bunch of singers. you gasp with your hands in front of your mouth, smiling prettily. when the song is done they clap and encourage you to blow out the candles. jake, who sits on your left, pulls your hair back for you so it won't get caught in the flames. they clap once they candles have been blown out and jake ruffles your hair lovingly. your face is flushed from the attention but you're so happy to be celebrating with some of your closest friends and fans through live.

"did you make wish?" sunoo inquiries. feeling bold for once, you shake your head, "i don't need to," and when your reply ensures a round of shouts and cooing you feel a shot of embarrassment and regret. niki lays his head on your shoulder when he laughs at the teasing you're receive from the others. his eyes are shut as he leans into you. jake pats your head like you're a dog with a smug smile that has you regretting ever becoming an idol.

heeseung is the first person to reminisce; talking about the first time he met you and how much you've grown since then. it brings a warm feeling to your chest and a smile to your face. his words are kind as he talks about how much you've gotten out of your shell. the others join in with their own praise and it brings tears to your eyes. they have always been kind to you, always been gentle and understanding of how awkward and shy you could be at times. niki, who hasn't moved his head from your shoulder, gives your hand a squeeze when a few tears hits his hand.

☾⸻ ✩

#return to natoreo #ask #enhypen #started this blog specifically because i wanted more member!reader insert and not just ocs lolol #enhypen 8th member #enhypen x reader

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clone-anon · 8 days ago

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Hello there! I'm not sure if you're still accepting requests, but I was hoping I could get a Tech and Echo comfort blurb from you. It's almost been a year since the Bad Batch ended and lately I've been feeling kinda...empty. I associate spring with the Bad Batch, since that's when I watched it for the first time and when S2 and S3 were airing. It's spring, and we have no new episodes on the horizon, it just feels like something's missing. Knowing that we'll probably never see Clone Force 99 (or Tech) again, watching as the fandom I've grown to love slowly dissolves as people start to move on... I'm sorry, I'm rambling! But you get the idea. I know I'm not the only person feeling this way either. ❤️ Please and thank you!

I'm still here just about every day. It's just that requests really died down. I still hope we will see these characters again and they're never truly gone while we still have them, write about them, draw them, and love them.

Reminder that this is a Tech lives blog. This fic takes place after Tantiss and after Tech comes home. Cuddles and bed sharing (platonic implied) included.

You tossed and turned as the nocturnal island birds let out hums. It wasn't always enough to keep your mind calm while you tried to find rest. It wasn't long before Echo stirred in his own bed. He had never been a very deep sleeper. While most clones were light sleepers on account of childhood drills preparing them for war, Echo was especially prone to waking up when he sensed either danger or someone in need.

He crept into your bed next to you as he had done on numerous occasions. Your body shifted as he laid back. You felt a familiar warmth of his hand gently rubbing your arm. He didn't like waking you, but sometimes waking up and resetting was your best bet. Sometimes you wanted a cuddle and other times you needed to get up and move. You rolled over and slowly opened your eyes.

"Echo?" you asked despite being sure it was him.

"Yeah," he answered. "You were tossing again."

You both knew what it was. Ever since Tech returned you didn't quite trust it. You didn't want to cling to him, but you also didn't want to let him out of your sight.

Echo sat up in bed and nodded toward the door. You sleepily climbed out and followed him, grabbing a blanket to wrap over your shoulders as you headed down the hall.

A familiar light came from the living room. Despite the darkness around him, Tech remained focused on his datapad; updating his entries on the wildlife around Pabu. You smiled at the sight of him hunched over as he looked up.

"Problem?" he asked.

"Sleep or lack thereof," you answered.

Echo sat on the other side of the couch from Tech which was your cue to sit between them. You tried to get comfortable, but felt the overwhelming urge to hold on to both of them and make sure they were real. You felt frozen and unable to articulate your worries.

"I have completed my work," Tech said as he tried to read the situation.

"What would help?" Echo asked you.

The words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"I don't want to lose you. I worry when I'm alone. I can't stop my brain from churning over the fear of loneliness."

Tech stood up and offered you a hand up. Echo followed. This situation required more than sitting on the couch together. You all wandered back toward the bedroom where the men wordlessly pushed two beds together. Echo threw a giant blanket over the makeshift nest as Tech laid down and opened an arm, offering you the chance to snuggle close to his chest. Echo got into bed on the other side of you and placed his hand on your shoulder as a reminder that he was there too.

"Let's go flying tomorrow," he suggested. "You don't have to work and it might do us some good."

"Yes," Tech agreed through a yawn. "A short flight to a nearby island for exploring is precisely what we need."

You smiled. You loved watching them in a new environment. Echo was practical and kept an eye out while Tech took in every creature he could find and share everything he knew about them. Your time together was something you treasured.

"That sounds perfect," you replied. You reached up to squeeze Echo's hand and then leaned into Tech further while Echo got into a comfortable position with his cybernetics. You couldn't help but yawn and relax at the feeling of them on either side of you, safe and close. They were right there and wouldn't leave you behind.

#tbb tech #tbb echo #the bad batch #tech x reader #echo x reader #tbb tech x reader #tbb echo x reader #platonic reader #reader insert #tbb fanfiction

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the-whispers-of-death · 1 year ago

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My mind went back to Closed Off!Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley and I realized that I never wrote them confessing their feelings for each other. So this is that but if you haven't read this series of drabbles, it starts with this, then this, and finally this.

Okay, now onto the good part.

You're both just chilling in the recreational room of the base, just the two of you in the room. You and the 141 can't leave base, just in case there's a mission that suddenly comes up, so understandably, you're bored. But at least you're here with Ghost.

Over the past few months of working with him, you've grown rather fond of him and by now you are no longer in denial of your feelings. You know you feel more than friendship with this man, this man who painstakingly tore down all of your walls. He knows your past, every unflattering detail, and he's still here. Sitting right next to you.

"Ghost?" Your voice is a whisper, so oddly soft in this moment. You're usually not afraid to get loud, you're an intimidating person.

Ghost sets down the book he was reading to look at you and you know for a fact that he's raising an eyebrow beneath his balaclava at you. "What is it?" he asks, curious as to why you interrupted the nice peaceful silence that only happens when it's just the two of you.

Your palms start getting sweaty, but you manage to not show your nervousness too much. "I've been thinking about how close we've gotten since I first met you and the rest of the 141," you say, slowly building up your confidence. "You all mean a lot to me, more than I show it. But you, you especially mean a lot to me."

You're both facing each other now, looking into each other's eyes. Ghost has the most beautiful brown eyes and they've been in your dreams lately. You've been dreaming of them being filled with love and adoration, hoping he'll accept you as he has been doing for months.

"I thought at first that it was friendship, the strong connection you and I have." You take a deep breath to continue your sentence. "But I know now that it's more than that. I think about... kissing you, cuddling you in a more romantic way. I think about going on dates with you."

You let your words sink in and just as you're about to say that it's okay if he doesn't feel the same, Ghost speaks up.

"I like you romantically too," Ghost blurts out, his gruff voice so soft. He takes your hand in his. "I never thought I'd find someone to settle down with, especially not someone who was a fellow soldier like me. But I see something so wonderful with you. We're so similar, but we're different also. I can't stop thinking about your laugh, your smile. You're so amazing and bright beneath those walls of yours."

He lets his own words sink in and he leans in, slow in case you don't want the kiss he's offering. But you lean in as well, the kiss soft and tender. Your lips move in sync with each other's, like you're two pieces of a puzzle fitting perfectly together.

It's everything you've ever imagined, so loving and so freeing. It's exhilarating and grounding all at the same time, making you feel safe and loved.

And after a mission comes up and is completed, Ghost takes you out on the perfect first date. It's one he knows you'd like because he listened to you when you told him about what you thought was a perfect first date.

Reblogs are welcomed & appreciated!

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deathofacupid · 1 year ago

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waiting | peter parker

summary: you're trying to be paitent with him, the war with thanos can't possibly have been easy to deal with, much less the trauma. you've given peter all you have, but it's gotten too much.

angst? mentions of past ed, mentions of purging, mentions of sex (like one), cursing a bit, mean petey, panic attck kinda

after the war with thanos, peter had grown distant. and you didn't blame him, you figured that he was giving himself a break, he was taking time to heal. and you understood that, peter was grieving.

you always tried to be there for him, but he made it hard sometimes.

never did you hold it against him.

peter had lost his mentor, his teammates, and beyond that- his family. you didn't expect him to move on, it was a lot at once, even more so with the blip. he was still adjusting (you were too, but this was different).

he spent nights on the couch, outside who-knows-where, and sometimes... sometimes he would drink. you took note of the fact he tried not to do it around you.

but some nights he would come home late, stenched in the strong odor of beer and sweat. peter would be drunk and snappy, and yes, at times it scared you.

not that you'd ever tell peter that.

but his "grieving" grew unhealthy, and who were you to let that slide? he wouldn't eat or drink properly, god knows about his hygene, and he wasn't getting enough sleep. so you made him cooperate, which did result in many arguements, but it did work for the most part. but your relationship, you felt, wouldn't ever be the same.

date nights? what were those?

kissing? nope.

sex? no. never. (not that it was a big deal for you, you could care less about that.)

no hand-holding.

and no cuddles. cuddles. none of those.

peter snapped at you often. he struggled to contain his temper, and easily grew annoyed. it was like even the smallest remark could lead to something big.

"peter, you have to eat. you didn't have breakfast."

"you didn't either."

"that's different. i haven't been skipping my meals."

"why? you've been throwing up instead?"

he watched as your face twisted into disbelief and pain. but you pushed it away, dead-set on getting peter to eat.

"this isn't healthy, love."

"neither is you getting on the scale a hundred times a day."

you had been checking your weight more frequently again, part of the reason being the fact that you were scared peter didn't love you anymore because you were getting fat. but it wasn't unhealthy.

you recognized the problem. you told your therapist, stopping it from becoming something bad.

but peter wouldn't know that. he wouldn't know anything.

"please don't go there," you whispered quietly, "i just want you to be happy, okay? and healthy." that must've been where he felt like the conversation had ended, so he left. you didn't know what to do anymore. so you cried. because that felt like the only thing you could do right.

(first person)

"i just don't know what to do-"

"you know you have, like, an actual therapist for this, right?" mj asked, raising an eyebrow.

"well, yeah, but she doesn't know peter like you do."

she sighed, locking eyes with me, "y/n, peter's being a dick, and i don't know when he'll see that you aren't somebody for him to take his anger out onto. you shouldn't be taken for granted."

"mj, it's not like that. he's just-"

"what? grieving? is that what you've been telling yourself? babes, this isn't even that anymore. it's unhealthy. not just for him, but for you. yeah, he lost people. i did, too. my mom died, y/n, she died. and i wasn't in that hospital with her while she was on her deathbed. why? because of the fucking blip. but i've moved on. everyone has, because where will moping around like an alcohol addict get you?

"know what? i'll answer that for you. nowhere. it'll get you nowhere. i get it, you want to be there for him-"

"no! you don't get it! i love him! i-i need... i need to be there for him," my sentence broke into quiet sobs, and mj pulled my close to her, rubbing my back.

"i know, i know," she cooed. soon enough, my crying ceased, and i pulled away with red eyes.

"what do i do, then? just leave him? he doesn't have anyone."

"talk to him. maybe he'll change."

"and if he doesn't?"

mj gave me a look, because i already knew the answer. yes, in a way she was right. it was an unhealthy, toxic relationship. peter was pulling me down, and he was breaking off a piece of my heart every passing day.

thinking about not being with him, left me with a dull ache, but at the same time, it was a crushing sensation, one that broke me down completely. i couldn't imagine a life without him.

he was my life. he... is my life? was it too late to be speaking in the present tense?

maybe mj was right. maybe i needed to talk to him.

but i was scared. i was really, really scared. what if...? what if it ended horribly? and i never saw him again?

what if i left him, and no one was there for peter... and he'd- he'd die? because he wasn't sleeping right? or eating enough? or staying hydrated?

what if he needed someone to help patch him up? but no one was there? would he simply bleed out?

my heart sped faster at the thought, and my breath came out ragged.

"woah, hey, breathe."

i pushed away any and all thoughts of him, focusing on inhaling and exhaling, trying to get my heartbeat to normal.

(peter's pov)

"peter!" y/n chirped, a grin on her face. i sighed, already feeling a migraine come on. i didn't want to talk. i wanted to sleep, or... i don't know. just not talk.

"you know that book i've been reading? it's really good, by the way, i think you'd really like it. there's this boy who reminds me of you," she wiggled her eyebrows, "he's like, super scared of spiders. which is ironic."

i tried to tune her out, but her voice was loud. really loud. my head was blaring, and i kind of wanted to puke.

stop talking. please.

"-coming here! they've got a convention and everything? can you believe it? and, get this, i got us both freaking tickets! we can, like, have a date or something. it's from 2:00-6:00, so we can get food at this fancy new diner that just opened up-"

has y/n always been this annoying? there's no way. if i'd known before, i doubt i would've started this.

i gritted my teeth, ready to pull all of my hair out. how much would it take for her to fuck off?

"oh my god," i muttered, completely done and exasperated. "do you ever consider carrying around a plant for all the oxygen you waste everyday?"

i watched her smile drop instantly, satisfied. for once, it felt good to hurt someone. i was so goddamn tired of always helping everyone. this was barely a tenth of how i felt. she blinked rapidly, and i went back to the web shooter.

damn thing just wouldn't-

"can we talk?" i inhaled sharply.

"what, y/n? what? what could you possibly have to say that you haven't already said yet?"

"i-i, um, i-"

"is that all you know how to say?"

"no, i'm sorry. no, wait, no i'm not. you're the one being a dick. which is precisely why i wanted to talk."

"jeez. what do you want me to say?"

"you don't have to say anything. not yet. can you- can you just listen?"

i didn't answer, going back to tinkering. if this would make her feel better, then whatever.

"i just... i feel like we aren't the same. you aren't, at least. and maybe i've changed too, i don't know. i can't really dicate that for myself, that wouldn't be fair," she laughed, and i could practically feel her nervousness. y/n's heartbeat was loud, too, so loud that it felt like it was banging the in the back of my head. i could smell the sweat on her hands, too.

what did she possibly have to say that was freaking her out like this?

"i love you, peter. i haven't stopped."

"...okay?"

"i'm trying to say that i want things to go back to normal. i don't know if that's even possible, but i know we can try. because i'm willing to make things work, and give you another chance."

i spun around, narrowing my eyes at her. ""i'm sorry, 'another chance'?"

"um... yeah?" y/n said, and i could tell she was getting less confident.

"why the absolute, and i cannot stress this enough, the fuck would i need another chance?"

"do you hear yourself? the way you're speaking to me? how- how did we go from that... to this? my gosh, you used to be the sweetest boy ever. you apologized for things that weren't even your fault, and you said 'thank you' for things you didn't need to say to. what happened to that?"

"spider-man happened. and why are you making me sound like the bad guy? i save lives because i can, out of my free will."

"i miss you," she whispered. "i miss my peter. this isn't- you aren't-"

"aren't what? go on. because i-"

"shut up. shut the fuck up and let me talk. for once in your life, listen," i snapped my mouth shut, waiting, and shocked.

"a memory. a faded picture. a failed potential. because that's all we are now, right? why fight for something i know will go nowhere? why fight for someone who can't fight for me back? you know what i've realized?

"i've realized there is so much more to the world than this, than you. i realized how much love i could give to the world and how stupid i was for only giving that love to you when you didn't even deserve it.

"this is what i feared the most. this moment right here. the transition between having something and having nothing but regret. and it's happening right now, right in front of my eyes, and there's nothing i can even do about it.

but, peter, this is for me. this is so i can grow and let go. because now i know that you won't change. if this is the way that it's going to go now, i want no part of it."

she was crying now, and i scoffed. "what the hell are you even saying? what do you mean?"

"what i mean is, i'm going to stop watering a dead flower, expecting it to grow again. it's over. this is over."

i didn't know what to say, so i gaped at her. what did she mean "over"? y/n wasn't going to just leave, i knew she didn't have that in her.

"so that's it? because once i get out of that door, what we once had will perish. i'm afraid i'm not ready for that yet. maybe i never will be."

"fine, then. leave. you'll be back anyways," i shrugged, and she sighed, shaking her head.

so i let her. i let her leave.

and then i waited for her to come back.

i waited a long time.

i still am.

that's when i realized how she felt.

she'd been waiting, too.

the only difference was that we'd switched roles.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x you #angst #peter parker x reader #reader discretion advised

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yawarakaizai · 2 years ago

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hi lovely!!

can i request a really oblivious, kinda sleepy and gentle reader with any char that you prefer? (literally any!) her personality is quite similar to chii from chobits and hachi from nana for reference! thank chuu🌷

ⵌ GOLD SATIN DREAMER, GOLD SATIN HEART

SENDER Reader (Fem) RECIPITENT Jouno Saigiku (BSD) CONTENTS non-suggestive usage of 'daddy', fem pet-names, protective jouno, reader is babied but bodily an adult, crybaby reader, fluff, cuddling, nightmares NOTE You had a childlike wonder for everything in this world. You felt as free as a bird in the wild, a swan with its lover. You must dutifully wait for his return to you every day, and in his hands would always be a bouquet of only the brightest of flowers for his princess. COMPANY Gold Satin Dreamer

A/N thi s was a cute req ues t <33 i'v e actual ly never watched na na ;; !! onl y cli ps ( > ᯅ < ) !!! read er is more chii - like ,, i h ope th ats okay !!

You were something special, something out of the ordinary and peculiar. Not much made sense of you. Unreadable and always thinking, your mind felt of savouries and sweets.

The voice you kept soothing and as soft as the faux fur you huddled in for warmth on this cold winter night and you lingered at your own pace as butter melting on fresh, warm brioche.

Your clever hands skilled in the art of sewing, weaving and spinning yet there was only much you could do before your dwindling attention could move you along.

You've been in such way for as long as you can remember.

You fluttered and danced as you pleased - holding your tongue and sitting there quietly. An observer, is what you were.

There was little you found worth your time. Even littler that you found worth piquing yourself into.

You carried yourself with elegance, so much so that your movements seemed almost robotic. It wasn't something you were ever self-conscious about.

Until you'd end up upsetting someone with your distant, lost staring. Your apologies were monotone, as was everything else that you'd say. That was simply how you were.

You can not recall much of your childhood, you knew you had a mother and a father, but that was as far as your mind would remember.

Here you lay idle as Eurydice, with the tune of a lyre far off yet never out of your reach. You had everything you could ever ask for.

The howling wind left you shivering under the weighted, fuzzy blanket. You were not 'big enough' yet to figure out how to turn on the electric fireplace, even when you stomp your foot and proclaim you've grown two inches taller that week.

Your Jouno wouldn't allow you to push yourself.

He did it with good intentions in mind.

You may not notice it yourself, but your flimsiness caused Jouno great worry. See, he knew you were a big girl deep down. Just not yet big enough to do things on your own or do things alone.

When you would, you'd end up hurting yourself or almost hurting yourself.

Even if you've been alive and know you're as human as everyone else, nothing was ever able to stick with you for too long.

Forgetful, clumsy and oblivious to all dangers - your daddy worries for you.

He's argued with professionals whether you were ill or anything of the sort - yet all tests would return inconclusive. By the time he'd be explaining the details to you, your lashes were already fluttering shut with your heavy eyelids taking you away into the land of clouds.

You gaze at the dark clock hanging over the wide television hung diagonally from the bed. Jouno would be arriving home soon from work. He'd kissed you this morning and told you, " 9pm, not any sooner, not any later. "

He had also called you something sweet, but it slipped your mind.

'Darling', was it? No, it must have been 'princess'. He always calls you princess. But he uses 'baby' interchangeably too.

Like this, you'd keep yourself entertained for hours if your colouring books bored you and the dresses in your closet were too complicated to wear without daddy's help.

He didn't like when you'd rummage through things without permission.

One time, daddy had bought you makeup. Something that the big girls wear. You stacked up the cardboard boxes that daddy kept to store your princess shoes in and climbed high up to reach the shelf to find the stash of makeup.

It turns out that bold red lipstick was difficult to wipe off and also difficult to remove from white fabric.

Daddy left you kneeling in your time-out corner for what felt like hours. Your pretty tears tugging at his emotions until he caved in and ended up letting you off with a slap on the wrist.

You liked being a good girl, and he liked when you were a good girl too. In spite of his adoration of when you'd act up.

Your daddy was scary. He was cruel when you were naughty. You can't remember his punishment methods because they'd always change before you could begin to expect what is to happen.

It was getting too cold in the penthouse for you to even think of sleeping calmly. Shuddering, you counted the seconds left until you'd hear the joyous twisting of a key.

You'd snuck into daddy's room when you begun to miss him too much, hauling your favourite blanket with you but resting your face against daddy's pillow, the faint scent of him lingering on the covers.

You were a big girl, and big girls had their own rooms.

Which was an unfortunate shame that even though daddy spent so much into decorating you your own gorgeous pink room, he'd always lift his covers to find you there clinging to his waist.

He couldn't bare wake you.

As time ticked by, you found yourself waiting longer and longer. Absent-mindedly, you had begun to chew on your thumb.

Daddy had a dangerous job, daddy worked going after bad guys. But what if daddy one day slipped up and got caught? Or what if the bad guys caught up to him and killed him, and you would never, ever hear or see from daddy again.

You could feel yourself shaking but it was not from the cold anymore.

It was something that hurt your tummy and made your chest feel like an anvil had been dropped with intent to crush you against its heavy weight. Everything was loud, and scary and-

" Hey, hey, princess? "

Your felt your body be nudged left and right, a soft hold on your shoulder shaking you awake.

" Princess, It's alright. I got you, 'm here, daddy's here. "

Your foggy eyes opened barely enough to see your daddy sitting up by your side, your little night light was on and it displayed little slow, spinning stars around the room with a slow hum of an accompanying nursery rhyme to it.

It took you a while to process what was happening, but your caring daddy spoke for you.

" It was just a nightmare. It's alright, everything's fine. " His hand always remained somewhere on you. You didn't even notice that both your hands slid up from your sides to grasp around one of his. " Daddy.. " you mewled.

" Shh, shh. It's okay, such a brave girl. " He pulled you in close to him and soon enough, great shame and fear caught up to you.

Sensing your incoming tears, he swiftly sat up even further, pulling you into his lap where you'd rest the side of your face against his bare, scarred chest. You were on fire. Your increased body temperature must have woken him up, undoubtedly.

Your daddy had a gift of heightened senses. He'd lost his sight but as he tells you, it only helped him learn more.

This particular gift had the ability to charm you, care for you and embarrass you.

Oh, how you adored him.

" Mm, you weren't there. " Your thumb instinctively went to your mouth to chew, but his hand intercepted and held yours away from reaching your mouth, he said nothing about it but you knew how much he disliked your habit.

" Weren't where, princess? " He asked, rocking back and forth steadily, listening to the beating of your heart slow.

You hadn't sobbed, yet you still shed some silent tears from the nightmare. " You weren't with me, and I thought you died. "

Jouno felt he should laugh, but hearing how serious you were about it, he opted otherwise. " How cute of you, Y/N. " Softly laying back down, he kept you on his chest, reaching to throw the covers over your back.

With little words and little gestures, your daddy always knew how to cheer you up. Maybe you just did not ask for much or maybe you take into account everything daddy does for you that you aren't aware of.

He buys you clothes and toys, he takes you to see the latest movies, he tells you bedtime stories and places a kiss on your cheek before tucking you in for the night.

Alone, they were little things. Paired and grouped, they were more than you could have ever asked for.

" Sleep now, little princess. Daddy will fight off any scary thoughts. 'm not going anywhere, ever. "

His assurance continued, his sleepy voice whispering sweet nothings until you fell asleep in his arms, comforted by his warmth.

#jouno x reader #jouno saigiku x reader #bsd x reader #jouno saigiku

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evergreenglade · 1 year ago

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if Tekken requests are still open, may I request a SFW alphabet for Lars?

💙 Lars Alexandersson SFW Alphabet 💙

I apologize for taking so long to fill this out! I've been flooded with so much schoolwork over the past couple months, it's unbelievable! Happy holidays and I hope you enjoy it regardless.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Initially, Lars will be apprehensive to give you affection. He's not averse to it; he just wants to make sure you're okay with it first. He understands that not everyone enjoys or is comfortable with physical touch, so he wants to respect your boundaries as much as possible. Once you give him the OK, he'll show you small, sweet gestures of affection. With Lars, everything is simple. Being the gentleman that he is, he won't ever smother you or cling to you incessantly. Instead, he'll opt for hand-holding and gentle kisses to the cheek or temple. When it comes to showing you affection in public, it really depends on your personal preference. Lars doesn't mind PDA, so if you don't either, that's perfect. He'll give you the exact same treatment as he does in private (except for hugs, those are strictly done when you're at home together). If you do mind PDA, then he'll reserve everything for when you two are alone.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

After everything he's gone through (and is currently going through) with the rebellion, Lars has grown to appreciate the little things in life. As a result, he's very chill and easygoing. It doesn't take a lot to make him happy, so no matter what you want to do, he's down for it. Lars is also extremely loyal; if you ever need anything from him, he will be there for you without question. He probably won't be able to offer the best advice, but if there's something you want to talk to him about, he's all ears. The friendship would probably start at Yggdrasil HQ, with you being part of the rebellion. Lars always tries to take as much stress off his troops as possible, especially during tense situations. So, he'll make an effort to keep pleasant conversations going, even if it's about something as simple as the weather. It won't take long for you and him to start speaking to each other, and as time progresses, you guys become two peas in a pod. In your free time, you talk about anything and everything, temporarily distracting yourselves from the worldwide chaos.

C = Comfort (How do they comfort you? Are they good at it or are they kinda awkward? How do they like to be comforted?)

Lars is an absolute sweetheart, so as soon as he sees that you're upset, he'll provide you with as much comfort as possible. He'll do anything and everything to make you happy again, so consider him your personal butler. Want to watch a movie? He'll put one on for you. Want some snacks? He'll bring you your favorites. Want him to cuddle you for a while? You don't even have to ask because he was just about to do it anyway. He'll tend to your every whim without hesitation; if it makes you feel better, he'll do it. Lars is great at comforting, as he's very soft and understanding. He's a great listener, so if you decide to open up, he'll hang on to every word you say. His presence is calm and soothing, making you feel safe and secure. When Lars needs comfort, it's best to sit down and talk to him about the cause of his distress. He'll be completely honest about what's upsetting him and talk through it with you. Honesty is important to him, and he sees no reason to keep you in the dark. If you have any advice to offer, he's completely willing to listen. All he asks is that you lend him an ear. Aside from that, he doesn't need anything other than your presence, which always brings him solace.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Lars absolutely wants to settle down with you at some point. He's been smitten with you since the very beginning, and he honestly can't imagine a better way to live the rest of his life. Lars is more than capable of handling household duties. As someone who grew up without siblings or a father, he spent a lot of time helping his mother with stuff around the house. He's an excellent cook, especially when it comes to Swedish food. It's what he grew up making and eating, so he knows all of the recipes like the back of his hand. When it comes to cleaning, Lars is like a housekeeper. He enjoys keeping things tidy, and he'll catch every last speck of dust, lint, and hair without fail.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with you, how would they do it?)

Lars is a man who values practicality over sentimentality, so if he had to break up with you, it would definitely be for a logical reason. If your life was put in danger because you had connections with him, for example, Lars would end it. Even if he still harbored feelings for you, he wouldn't cling to the relationship if it wasn't practical. This isn't to say he wouldn't be emotional about it, though. In fact, it's just the opposite. He would be as direct as possible and would try to keep a neutral expression, but you can tell he's holding back tears. It hurts him to do this, and he never thought he'd have to, but if it's what's best for both of you, Lars sees no other option.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment is a serious thing for Lars. He believes it's an important step in a relationship, one that finalizes everything and seals your love in a sacred vow. He'd definitely want to marry you at some point, but it would take a while for him to pop the question. Before taking such a large step, he wants to make sure that he's gotten to know you and trust you over a long period of time. Additionally, he would rather wait until the war ends before considering something that important. Lars wants to wait for the perfect time in which to ask you to marry him, so despite the fact that this man wouldn't dream of having anyone else, it'll take him a while. Rest assured, though, you have his heart.

G = Gentle (How tender are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Lars is incredibly gentle, both physically and emotionally. Every touch is soft and light, not because he's afraid of hurting you, but because he believes it's kind and considerate. To be rough with you is unnecessary and rude in his eyes. Emotionally, he's very compassionate and considerate, always taking the time to make sure you're okay or give you reassurance. His voice is soft whenever you're upset, and he's always willing to provide support when you need it.

H = Hugs n' Cuddles (Do they like hugs/cuddles? What are they like? How often do they happen?)

He loves hugs and cuddles, as they ground him in reality and reassure him that you're alive and breathing. Lars is a simple guy, and that translates into the way he holds you. When he hugs you, his arms go over one shoulder and under the other, the way a traditional hug would. They're long and full of love, enveloping you in warmth and making you feel safe. If Lars has been away for a while, he'll hold you tight and plant a soft kiss on your collarbone. When he cuddles you, he has an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close to him, resting his head on top of yours. Every so often, he'll pull back a bit to kiss your temple, then put his head back where it was before. Unfortunately, hugs and cuddles don't happen very often, as Lars barely gets time to relax. However, on the rare days when he does, he makes every second count.

I = I Love You (How quickly do they tell you they love you?)

Despite his preference for being practical, he's a very passionate guy. Naturally, his feelings are sudden and powerful. Lars is a hopeless romantic, but he isn't aware of it at all. When he first met you, he was actually kind of scared of how quickly he fell for you. If he were being completely straightforward with you, Lars would've said those words a long time ago. However, since building trust is so important to him, he'll hold off on saying them for a while. Relationships take a lot of time and effort to build, and Lars wants to make sure yours is no exception. He doesn't feel that it's right to tell you too quickly, no matter how certain he thinks he is. He wants to make sure you both trust each other and that neither of you feel rushed or uncomfortable about the course of the relationship. This might be one of the only things that he isn't honest about right away, as he wants to wait until the time is right.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

For the most part, Lars is pretty chill. He understands that not every person you talk to is going to be obsessed with you; that's just not how the world works. He knows that you probably have male friends that you like to hang out with or that you might bump into some polite guy and strike up a conversation sometime. Because he trusts you, the thought of someone flirting with you doesn't even cross his mind. Even if someone does flirt with you, he'll step in and politely let them know that you two are together. He'll only lose his cool if the other person touches you. Lars is perceptive; he can differentiate between friendly touches and flirtatious ones. If anybody tries anything with his lover, he'll be quick to tell them off and make it clear that you're his. If the other person is a jerk, then things'll start to escalate quickly, especially if a hand is laid on you. Lars will try his best to contain his temper, but it's very difficult for him to do so when your safety is being put at risk.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

With Lars, his kisses are almost always soft, slow, and sweet. The only time he won't be gentle is if he's been away and hasn't seen you for a while. Even then, these kisses aren't that much rougher than his usual ones; you can sense more passion and longing within them, but it's not like he's sloppy or eating half of your face. If he does slip up and catch himself being far rougher than usual, he'll tone it down immediately. Lars' biggest fear is making you feel uncomfortable in any way, so he's somewhat averse to being more passionate. Lars loves to kiss your forehead the most, as it feels protective, and he's noticed that it helps you relax. As for himself, he adores it when you kiss him on the lips. Every time you kiss him there, he's in heaven.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children and what are their thoughts on them?)

Lars is awkward around kids, but he's as sweet as can be. He wouldn't know what to do around them, but he'd try his best to keep them happy and entertained. He thinks kids are interesting; they're tiny people with innocent perspectives on everything. It reminds him of when he was a kid, living life without care and being curious about the world around him. Unfortunately, most of them can't afford to do that right now. Lars' heart breaks every time he sees a child affected by the war, and even more so if that child has no one left to turn to. He'd love to start a family with you in the future, but definitely not anytime soon. Right now, he wouldn't want to raise a kid in a devastated world, not to mention it would be impossible for him to help out when he's constantly going out on missions. Additionally, there's so much that burdens him at present that he'll need some time to recover after the war is over. But one day, when justice prevails and hope is restored, Lars would like nothing more than to live out the rest of his life with you and a bunch of little ones of your own.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Lars will either be super chill or super hectic; there's no happy medium. On his off days, he'll wake up early, but will stay in bed for a while just to hold you. He won't force you to wake up and wants to let you rest as much as you need to. When you wake up, he'll make you whatever you want for breakfast. As said before, Lars is an excellent cook, considering he'd had a ton of practice growing up, so he'll make anything and everything for you. You guys will eat breakfast, talk, and take in the morning sunlight together. On hectic days, however, it's the complete opposite. Lars usually has to get up for a mission, so he needs to head out the door as quickly as possible. As soon as he gets the call, he'll shoot straight out of bed and haphazardly get dressed, probably knocking a couple things over as he does so. He'll stumble around the place trying to brush his teeth, comb his hair, prepare, and fix himself a quick smoothie all at the same time. As you can imagine, it gets loud pretty quickly, waking you up with a start. All throughout the morning, Lars will apologize profusely to you from the moment he wakes up to the moment he shuts the door. He feels really bad about waking you so suddenly, but unfortunately, there's no way around it.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are much like mornings; sometimes they'll be chill, and other times, he'll be rushing out the door. Chill nights are full of cuddling and watching movies, which never gets old, considering that each day he's above ground is a blessing. However, when Lars gets called in for a mission, he'll hastily pack his things and prepare before giving you a sweet kiss and heading out the door. He always feels horrible doing this, especially when the two of you are in the middle of something, but it's his job and a very important one at that. When he's not there, it gets lonely pretty quick. Oftentimes, he'll call you and tell you about what's going on. He'll tell you that he'll be back soon and that he loves you and wishes you a good night. If he doesn't have time to call, he'll send you a quick text. No matter what, Lars will always make the effort to do something. The last thing he wants to do is worry you by not responding.

O = Open (At what point would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or take their time with it?)

Lars would be pretty average when it comes to revealing stuff about himself. He'd start off with the more basic stuff first, then slowly tell you deeper things as the relationship progresses. He wouldn't splurge out all sorts of information on the first date, nor would he wait years before telling you any of his deeper details. He'd definitely want to establish trust first before delving into more personal matters, but he wouldn't take years to be open with you.

P = Patience (How patient are they?)

Lars can be a little quick-tempered with people he doesn't know or like right away. In general, he has very little tolerance for people who act entitled, cocky, or rude. Other than that, he's a pretty patient guy. With you, his patience is astounding. He'll help you out with whatever you need, and he'll try his best to walk you through things you might not understand. Lars will make an effort to stay patient with you, no matter the situation. If you act unnecessarily rude or take your anger out on him, he'll be a lot more forbearing with you than he would be with someone else. If you take it too far, though, his patience will run thin.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every detail or kinda forget everything?)

Lars has an amazingly sharp mind, which helped land him his high ranking within the Rebellion. Even after having recovered from amnesia, he's still retained his quick instincts and vivid memory. When it comes to you, he'll remember as much as humanly possible, guaranteed. Something random that you mentioned in passing? Lars remembers it, even if it's completely slipped your mind. A specific childhood memory you told him about? He'll memorize every detail. Favorite color? Favorite food? Favorite movie? Lars has it all locked in. And if something manages to slip his mind, he'll feel really bad about it and will want to make it up to you.

R = Remember (What is one of the most important moments of your relationship?)

After having been with you for a couple months, Lars decided it was about time to introduce you to the people closest to him, starting with his best friend Alisa. At first, he was a little nervous. Considering the fact that she was a flying, chainsaw-wielding automaton, he wasn't sure what you would think of her. Awkwardly enough, Lars was actually preparing himself to break it off with you if you didn't like her. After all, he has known her and trusted her for a long time, so it would be upsetting for him if you didn't respect or get along with her. Lars is the type of guy where if you don't like his friends, he doesn't like you. Luckily, he ended up having nothing to worry about, for the two of you quickly became two peas in a pod. You thought she was super sweet and cool, and she thought you were amazing and that Lars was lucky to have you. She even gave you a flying piggyback ride, which was as awesome as you can imagine it to be. Lars thought the two of you were adorable together, and he couldn't help but chuckle the entire time.

S = Security (How protective are they and how would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

With everything going on, Lars is definitely protective, but not overly so. If he's with you, then he'll stick by your side and be on the lookout for danger. If he's away, he trusts you to take care of yourself. Every day, he'll give you a call to check in and make sure you're okay. He'd definitely be worried sick about you regardless, but he's not the type to try and constantly monitor you. He values your personal space and would never dream of going to such extreme lengths. For him, he feels the most protected when he has full trust in someone. Lars feels safe and secure with the people he's closest to, especially you. He knows his secrets are safe with you and that nothing bad can happen to him if you're there. After all, you're the light of his life, so there's no reason to feel sad or unsafe with you around.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc?)

As a whole, Lars would put a ton of effort into everything. Date, anniversaries, gifts—no matter what it is, he will try to make it extra special. He's a very thoughtful guy, so he would definitely take time to think before planning romantic dates or anniversaries. Nothing is sporadic with him; you always know what's going on and when it's happening ahead of time. He'll also take your schedule into account and make sure everything works for you. When it comes to gift-giving, he's the same way. Whatever he gives you, it's bound to have some thought and meaning behind it. Lars doesn't want to give you something that he knows you're not gonna need, use, or like. The only time Lars will be spontaneous with anything is if he's been away for a while and just impulsively wants to do something with you. Other than that, he's not the type to drag you out anywhere on a whim.

U = Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs?)

Lars is usually crystal clear about how he feels, but there's one emotion that he refuses to acknowledge entirely—anxiety. In his line of work, there's no room for nervousness, so Lars constantly has to keep his cool even if he's feeling petrified. It's not that he doesn't want to be honest with you; it's just that he's so used to staying stone-faced under pressure that he just can't express his anxiety in a proper way. The guy tries his best, but concealing it has become his default setting.

V = Values (What do they value in a partner?)

Patience is a virtue, especially with someone like Lars. He frequently has to travel for missions, so he needs someone who will be willing to wait for him. Additionally, he's aware of his faults and appreciates someone who will be patient with him while he works through them. He also likes perceptiveness. Anyone with a keen eye is sure to win Lars' admiration, especially if they're able to spot when he's bottling up emotions or having trouble expressing himself. Finally, self-reliance is a big thing for him. He values an individual who can take care of themselves. Although he'd be more than willing to give them the world, he knows that he's not gonna be around all the time, at least not while the war is happening. He needs the assurance that his lover can keep themselves away from harm while he's gone.

W = Wedding (How are they on the big day? How do they help plan it out? Are they emotional or stoic?)

Lars is completely shocked. He honestly can't believe this moment has arrived. As hopeful a guy as he is, there was a dark part of him that worried he wouldn't make it out of the war alive. Luckily, this wasn't the case, and he couldn't be happier. All that aside, he can't wait to marry you! He was honestly ready to make a commitment a long time ago, but with everything going on, Lars wanted to wait for the right time to propose. When it comes to preparation, Lars will help you with everything. He'd have a whole checklist complete with deadlines and due dates to help with getting everything done. When the two of you finally stand on the altar together, he'd be grinning from ear to ear. But beyond that wonderful smile of his, you can tell he's holding back tears. As he looks into your eyes, Lars can't help but think of how grateful he is to have you in his life (and that you both still have your lives, for that matter). When he kisses you, a tear slips out, but you quickly brush it away for him so no one can see it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

You told him once that he reminded you of a lion, so he bought you a big lion plushie to cuddle with whenever he had to leave for a mission.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they can't stand, both in a partner and in general?)

He doesn't care for anyone who's super clingy, mainly because he knows he's gonna have to leave sometimes, and he needs his lover to be self-reliant. He doesn't want to be around someone who'll act like they're gonna die without him. Additionally, clinginess will only make goodbyes harder for him. Lars also hates people who are frequently dishonest. Truth and honesty are important to him, as he sees them as two key factors in any type of relationship. If there's anything Lars is 100% sure of, it's that liars aren't loyal.

Z = Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

Before bed, he makes a habit of brushing his hair. Due to the unique way it's shaped, it can get knotted easily. To save himself hassle in the morning, Lars makes sure to comb out the day's knots before laying down next to you. Lars enjoys being the big spoon and holding you from behind as you both sleep. He doesn't snore, nor does he move. He'll stay in the exact same spot for the whole night. Thanks to his training as a soldier, Lars can wake up at the drop of a hat. Sometimes, he'll jerk awake at the slightest noise or movement before realizing it was nothing and drifting back off to sleep. Also, expect a goodnight kiss every single night before you go to sleep. Even if it's over the phone, you will receive one.

#tekken #tekken x reader #lars alexandersson #lars #lars alexandersson x reader #lars x reader #sfw alphabet

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Omg hi! I very recently got REALLY into Strangled Red so finding your writing for it was such a nice surprise, it's feeding my hyperfixation for this man so well. I love how you write and portray him especially since I'm a sucker for character phycology. If you're still up for it, could you maybe give some headcannons for Steven reacting to the s/o reader being hit on and not being into it? I just think it has nice writing potential and I'm a sucker for jealousy/possessiveness and overprotectiveness when the character has good reason to be. If you don't feel up for it I completely understand that, and just know that I've loved all the writing you've done so far! :)

ty sm.. i fucking love Analyzing steven hes like a petri dish algae or something that im putting under a microscope. he means so much to me and i love picking him apart like the little freak [lovingly] that he is.

i am very glad i make ppl think of him and give ppl food that is my Goal . Give people good steven food. steven food makes it sound like stevens a creature u need to feed. thats s!3v3n not steven /j

ALSO SAME HERE i love jealousy and possessiveness and being overprotective within like. Normal means. Maybe its bc i have bpd idk but i also like when ppl are jealous in regards to me or clingy... makes you feel important sometimes and thats nice to some people including me hehehe.

anyways !!

jealous steven x s/o reader!

♡ steven's not one for going out with you - he prefers to rot in his house. it's awful, but, at least you visit him and are there with him a lot of the time. or he's with you in your house rotting a little less. either or is fine to him.

♡ although, recently he's been trying more. maybe you have a job and he likes to visit you because he gets lonely - he's not all too dissimilar to a growlithe or a clingy litten waiting for their owner to get home. except he's a grown ass 6-or-7' man that tends to intimidate everyone just by being around, so how clingy he is sometimes is kind of jarring. gap moe.

♡ or maybe you just go out a lot and he likes to tag along, because well. he likes you. and you're probably dating?

♡ .. and because he's scared that something will happen to you when he's not around.

♡ . . . he won't admit that part, though.

♡ he'll often be overaffectionate when and if you visit him when you haven't for a while, too. clingy overaffectionate. lots of cuddling and silent affection from the big guy.

♡ he especially doesn't like thinking about the fact that other people can possibly see you and have less than great thoughts about you or possibly be making passes at you when he's not there - you're his, dammit. ... and he's all yours, not like anyone else is competing for him these days.

♡ so when he is there, and when someone does, and has the balls to do it around or in front of him?

♡ well. probably when he's around but not immediately close to you. and as such...

♡ he'll probably stand up if he overhears it / sees it, or just thinks anybody's being just a biiiit too friendly with you. goes behind you, maybe while you're still talking to the person, busy and unaware that he's Approaching.

♡ he's so tall the shadow of his figure looms over the person who even dared to try.

♡ he'll just glare at them, until they fuck off. honest to god. he hates talking to people, especially strangers, and his resting neutral face being turned into slightly more of a resting bitch face sends the message better than anything he could say ever would.

♡ he can look scarier if he wants to, maybe make his eyes glow red and give a bit more of a snarl - but just his resting face seems to scare people off real easily. good. he doesn't want to put in too much effort- plus, it might look wrong, or odd. him emoting in any good or bad way more than his usual resting face tends to look weird. he has no idea how he used to do it so much more when he was younger ... ( HE'S SUCH A FUCKING LOSERRRR . sorry continue on . )

♡ and after the fact - or if they somehow don't get the memo from that - he'll try harder.

♡ some possessive touches - a squeeze of the hand, pulling you closer to him, maybe resting his hands on your hips or shoulder - maybe even his head resting on your head... anything that silently tells other people that you two have something deeper going on.

♡ he doesn't want to actively scare them off. it'd cause a scene, and steven already hates being in public and around people as much as it is, especially because he can feel everyones eyes always on him like he's some freak. which he is, but ... it makes him feel Some sort of way. reminds him of how everyone stared at him, almost as if he was some laughingstock of kanto, when miki had-

he can't keep thinking about this. something'll happen. he doesn't want to get like that in public again, ever.

♡ anyways.

♡ even if the person already left, steven will be quick to make it clear to everyone else and you that you two are an item. he doesn't want anyone else to look at you or talk to you in that way.

♡ ... he doesn't want to lose you. you're about all he has these days, and he doesn't think he's the best choice of a boyfriend or even anyone you should be dating at all - always scared he'll do or say something. always scared of what he did back then coming back to haunt him, always feeling guilty and like you should know about the things he did. he thinks he's awful, honestly. he keeps things from you, and things you should probably know. he's not the greatest person.

♡ steven could go on and on in his head about why you should not be dating him of all people - you're so beautiful, too. you deserve better, to have anyone you want.

♡ but you are dating him. and he's happy. happier than he's ever been, and he feels loved, and lucky - but also scared. he has something to lose, again. and he's terrified.

♡ so he has to work to show you that he loves you. cherishes you more than the world. this is just one of those small ways he does it, even if in an odd way and due to him being possessive and clingy. but he's like that for a very good reason.

♡ because you're everything to him.

♡ sometimes he's glad that people are scared of him. he can protect you that way. even if he can never fully integrate back to society - not that he ever even fucking wants to - he can at least be around you.

♡ you joke about him being like your personal bodyguard sometimes.

♡ there's a faint smile when he hears that.

i hope u enjoyed i went kind of crazy. I think about how much he'd be scared to be dating someone again sssoooo badly LIKE HE HAS SOMETHING TO LOSE AGAIN. HE'S TERRIFIED OF LOSING YOU TO SOMETHING HE CAN'T CONTROL!! like. Especially death or some freak accident like with miki and mike but from also, just not being good enough, being a bad partner, someone charming you more than him... etc. this all comes to a head in how clingy and possessive he is.

He has no idea how he'd deal with it either and doesn't even want to think ab it because if he did he'd tweak ( go s!3v3nmode and lock himself in his room about it. )

he will Not lose you because he cannot fucking lose you and if it means being a fucking loser and getting protective of you if anyone even so much as tries to flirt with you, then so be it.

I LOVE EXPLORING THIS SIDE OF HIM. HE'S NOT A YANDERE OR WHATEVER THE FUCK HE JUST HAS INSAAANE ISSUES. TRAUMA. PTSD. AND BPD. and also Really bad paranoia. Probably some other shit too maybe ocd fuck if i know He doesnt know either but basically he has. Issues. and doesnt know how to handle them esp since hes been isolated so hes Working on it. Kind of.

ty for requesting ^-^ its good to get in the writing groove again. altho my keyboard feels a little weird and wacky which doesnt help and i Should clean it but thank god i can type properly again.

#wispy writes #steven strangled red #steven strangled red x reader #strangled red x reader

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