#he literally BEAMS whenever he smiles. it's so beautiful

[hollandmarrch]

how is he real

[tswkento]

oh boy, just going to the gym with nanami for shits and giggles <33

one day, when every single thing in your schedules seem to be working against you with intentions of keeping you apart until the evening, you think to yourself “no, this won’t do” and decide that you will spend at least a couple of hours with your nanami before he has to go to work.

it’s 7 in the morning so he gives you a sleep ridden and very confused look when you energetically jump out of bed and urge him to wake up too, excited like a kid going to an amusement park, but doesn’t argue after seeing how much you want to spend time with him.

it happens to be nanami’s gym day and you, (let’s pretend) a person who’s never really been a gym enthusiast, act like it’s a whole new adventure: a bright beam on your lips as you jump on your feet impatiently, hand pulling at his as you tug him towards the local gym he usually goes to. and kento is pretty fine with that, the corners of his lips curling up at your whines about him being slow as he gazes down at you with a fond look.

and oh is it a fun 2 hours for you.

not only you get to watch your beautiful boyfriend work his well-built muscles, but you also get to run around and try everything out. of course, it gets you a couple of weirded out glances and annoyed glares, but you don’t give a damn because nanami simply follows you around and explains how everything works so you don’t accidentally injure yourself. and he is so patient it makes you swoon :(

you don’t seem too interested in anything in particular, but as soon as nanami touches a machine he needs for himself — you are already staring up at him with puppy eyes, begging him to show you how he uses it. biting back a smile, nanami shakes his head in faux disapproval and still does it.

the mesmerised expression on your face is very distracting, however the ‘ohh’s and ‘ahh’s you let out are literally a lethal weapon. you can’t help yourself though! nanami looks so good in a simple tee and shorts; his burly arms pumped enough to make the shirt seem small on him, his form seemingly larger and more intimidating, thick, smooth muscles visibly moving under the thin fabric, under his skin.

you find yourself just sitting down and admiring him, your palm supporting your cheek and a dreamy look on your face that makes him scoff as he ruffles your hair and accepts the water bottle you offer him.

nanami absolutely adores your company too; your endless yapping is a great distraction and he can admit that it’s great to have you close after work has been keeping you apart for a while now, he just can’t understand why neither of you didn’t think of doing this earlier. he also likes seeing your cute puffed out cheeks whenever you try to keep dumbbells above your head or lift the barbell that he was using, although, he has to stop you before you rip something.

as a reward, nanami also lets you sit on his back while he does push-ups, smiling to himself at the sound of your giggles and ‘yaaay’s.

so you make it a happy occasion to visit the gym with him once in a while, just to spend more time together and share cute and sweet moments <33

[likearhinestonecowgirl]

Deadpool Headcanons

cw:: mentions of sex and violence. it's wade lol

description:: goddess reader, wade is your boyfriend >:)

a/n:: wade and i are married irl so this is straight from the source

Wade likely meets you first. which is a nice way of saying he's been stalking you after having a legitimate romcom, slow motion, wind only in HIS (metaphorical) hair moment

once he finally introduces himself, your aggravation only leads (turns) him on

your way of cooing condescending, violent things as you accost this clown(?) sets it in stone - your the love of his fucking life

You shove Wade against the nearest wall. "I'm sure you're a.. special kid, but let's put on our listening caps." Your eyes practically pierce his soul, unblinking, pupils narrow and frustrated. "Go ahead." You release him and pat his head like an order. "On." You wait a beat, make sure he's listening- at least to the best of his ability. "Get in my way again and I will turn you into a fucking vegetable." You whisper yell, hardly realizing your nails are biting his jaw through his mask. "Thank you." With a curt grin and pat to his cheek, you saunter past him.

He grunts as he’s slammed against the wall, staring down at you with furrowed brows and a slowly growing grin. “This is not how my first dates usually go but I’m game.” He blurts out before you start speaking. He tilts his head at the mention of a listening cap, looking down at his hands as if one will materialize before you let him go. He blinks slowly and mimes putting a hat on before his head is shoved back against the wall at the force of your sudden grasp. He grins quickly at the fleeting feeling of nails sinking into flesh, chest heaving a touch before he mourns the loss of the sting almost instantly. As his skin stitches itself back together, he rouses himself from his starry eyed haze and starts after you. “How do you feel about Tahiti—maybe Turks and Caicos, I can’t exactly tan, but I feel like I can just sit out and burn.” He rambles, hot on your heels as he takes a selfish look of you before returning to the task at hand. What was it again? Right—planning your honeymoon. “How do you feel about hydrangeas, they smell like shit but, we could always settle for tulips.” He stops for a beat before continuing. “Fuck, you’re a great negotiator. Fine, we can do orchids.”

Wade is nothing if not good at wearing people down. that's how he eventually gets you to start laughing at his jokes, to smile cheekily instead of burning him with your stare or the venom in your tone

his personality is infectious and soon enough you two are attached at the hip

Despite his CVS receipt of red flags, Wade is a really good boyfriend

Wade is surprisingly attentive, but you truly are the most interesting, beautiful, sexy, delicious, thing that has ever graced his sorry fucking existence so how could he not spend his life fixating on you

he picks up on all the little things you like and goes out of his way to keep you smiling - only happy, fucked out tears are allowed for his girl

you can conjure up whatever you like, being a god, so his money is reserved for surprises - ringpops whenever the last is finished, food because you likely don't know how to cook (why learn when you can will a three course meal into life with a snap of your fingers) and Wade is banned from every kitchen for obvious reasons, and merch of himself with his moniker, name, and/or his symbol on it

Wade can be possessive and jealous to a degree, so showing you off is one of his greatest pleasures

if you wear his hoodie or a little pair of sleep shorts or panties with his name on it, the poor fuck will actually combust. should've worn his white pants

any time you go literally anywhere and meet someone new (ie dragging him along and making him pay for stuff) Wade takes the opportunity to make it known you are his

"Oh, have you met my WIFE?"

He beams to the cashier at the luxury store who truly thought they were about to robbed.

"Yea, she's my WIFE. We're MARRIED. It was a crisp afternoon and she threw me against the wall-"

All while his arm is secured around you, holding you to his side as he thumbs over your hip bone.

he'll likely say you're married before you even start enjoying his company. the moment you accept that unwrapped ring pop definitely covered in blood and lint, those metaphorical documents are signed. it's set in stone like the 11th fucking commandment. you'll be together forever

and you just go along with it. why not? being immortal gets boring after a few millenniums and this strange, poor mentally challenged man in spandex is pretty fun having around

the whole married bit goes on for so long you're not even sure if it's still a bit anymore

Wade uses the sanctity of your marriage in any situation - another guy with a gun on some mission copping a feel? "I'M MARRIED". someone brushes past him on the street? "I'M MARRIED". sees anyone look a little too long at you? "SHE'S MARRIED"

he'd kill and die for you over and over again. say the word and it's a done deal. that hypothetical guy who checked you out a little too long got a face full of gloved knuckles

want to keep his dick in a jar because Wade Jr. obviously brings you so much joy? say less. he knows a guy who can get him formaldehyde cheap

if Wade isn't busy showing you off in public, he's arguing with strangers on reddit about how you very much are his real life WIFE

ilovechappelroan: That's photoshop.

mercwithamouth1: it's not we took that picture together and her tits r real

webhead123: i think it's AI generated. see the blurry line where his cheek is apparently pressed against her head?

ilovechappelroan: Yea, mods should take this down.

mercwithamouth1: i have ur ip and im omw over she'll tell u herself WE ARE MARRIED and she will dox u bc she LOVES ME

webhead123: okay???? i already know where i live lol

"Hold this." Wade orders with a pouty huff and camera at the ready as he hands you a paper that reads i'm not a hostage don't ask me to blink twice

you two bicker and argue over random things (usually because you enjoy a reason to complain as it passes the time in your literally endless existence), but it's never anything of substance and usually under a veil of something condescending any sly

these stupid, teasing spats 9 times out of 10 end up with Wade soothing your brattiness by cooing little phrases and pulling you onto him in any way he can

"Don't pout, you're so sexy- fuck, I can't stay mad at you- what if I let you peg me?"

Wade doesn't mind this routine at all. it's just another reason for him to get his hands on you

he loves holding you, feeling the weight of your body against his - throwing you over his shoulder when you're being a brat, carrying you all day because his girl is "just too pretty walk", sat on his lap, chest, face (when he's been *really* good)

he'll do virtually anything to have you praise him, call yourself mommy and go on about how much of a good boy he is

he in turn responds to that comfort with a few pet names of his own - sweetheart, cupcake, the wind beneath my wings, my will to live or his favorite my future baby mama

nothing in the universe, not even the shittiest of writers he's handed, could take him away from you

he's content just having you, knowing you're his - BUT he does have a little fantasy he's shared a few hundred time of really having you. a pretty thing, a trophy who sits at home and waits for him to walk through the door covered in blood and guts. you can't go outside, it's just not safe out there for his baby, so he'll always be with you. dress you in nice things, show you off, shower you in affection, heed your every whim. you'd be slaves to each other

and why would you protest? sounds fun

[pokegalla]

I’ll be honest i haven’t done this in awhile but i hope you enjoy!

Requested by @neko-rose888

Skellies with an S/o kinda like Rapunzel!

Ink:

* At first he actually joked about you reminding him of Rapunzel. With the aloof personality, long hair, that glows when you…sing- wait a damn minute-

* Watch out for ink spewing out his mouth. He’d be so excited seeing such an incredible power. Can he touch your hair? Would it affect skeletons? Are you ACTUALLY Rapunzel-?! Aaand there he goes hurling again- And you being awkward but still kind self, you help him clean up, chuckling at his excitement. Kinda hard to ignore how adorable this little artist is.

* Soon you two end up hanging out a lot just to do a LOT of painting. And stars Ink LOVES your work. If this guy isn’t the reason you leave your tower, I call bullshit right now because he is FILLED with adventures of his own!

* Wouldn’t be surprised if he takes you with him to start your own adventure….with him by your side.

Dream:

* He wasn’t surprised that you had powers. He could…just sense it. He just didn’t know how it worked. He simply thought it was a beautiful power of yours.

* Though despite your abilities, he wants to make sure you will never be forced or ever feel obligated to use your abilities. Especially considering your past. It’s your ability and it’s your choice to use it. But he WOULD feel proud if you use it for healing others. And even feel more special if you heal him too. You fretting over him is so sweet.

* He loves to show you around new places just to see you smile, your positivity shining both in and out. Like a literal sun…it’s so warm and nice to be around. He ends up teaching you how to make flower crowns on a walk in the forest. It was worth seeing your smile beam.

* Literally just two beans with a dash of trauma- you both find peace within each other✨

Blue:

* He probably bumped into you by accident and didn’t realize you were the princess….and when he did, he apologized PROFUSELY- he’s a KNIGHT in training for damn sake and he’s already being a klutz? TO THE PRINCESS OF ALL PEOPLE-

* Luckily for him you don’t find it to be a big deal and quickly tell him it’s fine. You both excitedly introduce yourselves and soon you two become a fun energetic duo.

* Taking you on horse rides, treating you like a lady, you teaching him how to cake (so he doesn’t explode the kitchen again-), and teaching you how to defend yourself. Frying pan wasn’t a weapon he expected but respectfully cool as you show off its power✨

* He vows to be your loyal knight and will always protect you no matter what!

Nightmare:

* He’s definitely heard about you because of your ability and studied about the wither and decay spell? Now THAT can be a very useful weapon! So he sends his team to get you! ….which was easier said than done.

* He knew his idiots were…well stupid but it’s just ONE girl. It can’t be THAT hard. So he goes himself….and finds himself tangled up in your hair, almost getting whacked by a frying pan. He turned into a puddle to escape both your trap and frying pan skills before picking you up with a tendril and taking you away, complaining about the hair you left on him (even though he left goop ALL over your hair- 😑)

* After that you pretty much became swift friends with his team as you hang out with them, heal them, bake cookies, and your bright smile makes them happy. That positivity annoyed Nightmare so much. But…whenever you bring him a black coffee and give him that same bright smile….he can’t help the feeling of warmth deep inside his own soul.

* He may be cold at times but you’re definitely safe around him. Would give you princess treatment….even if he’ll never admit it.

Outer:

* Might be a bit of a unique meeting but I bet you two met under a starry night sky, looking up at the stars together before he starts up a chat with you. Probably a little space pun that goes right over your head making him laugh instead-

* He was pretty chill about your hair although a little surprised at first. He liked showing you his abilities too. It was funny seeing your ecstatic reaction. But he was interested when you one day mentioned the lanterns from your home. He’s never tried something like that before….

* So hell YES you take him to the lantern thing! You even got lanterns for just the two of you to float together. He was in awe seeing your lanterns twirling together to join the VAST other lanterns mixing in with the starry sky. It was…like the city had come to life….and you being here with him made it all the more special.

* That day you gave him a painting you made of the moment just for him to take home. He still has it in his room, on the wall presented proudly✨

Reaper:

* He only visited because there was some odd decay in the area….and he witnessed your wither and decay ability. Definitely….surprising. Hell it was like his death touch. He was the one to snap you out of the trance thankfully. You go to hug him to thank him much to his scare- but….you didn’t die? Huh? But you ARE human so how-? He chuckled though once you realized you’ve literally hugged death-💦

* He took you with him to study up together about how this came to be and it seems the flower you’ve consumed is more powerful then you expected. Even saved you from his own death touch. Fancy that. He ended up sticking around out of pure curiosity. Plus….its rare to have someone he’s able to be around without needing to be cautious…

* Buuut wow you were accident AND trouble prone- seriously how have you SURVIVED this long in life?! Got the poor guy stressed with how much you got him watching over you- but you make it worth it….you always give him headpats and promise him cuddles and cookies. Can he really stay this upset seeing that cute face?✨

* He went from god of death to a sweet loving guardian angel. You simply just had that effect on him!

[dwindlinghaze]

HIII YOU’RE SO AWESOME! I was wondering if I could request a extroverted introvert!fem reader x introverted!Remus, where she is introverted and very sunshiny in public and remus is grumpy but he’s literally madly in love with her? like sarcastic, confident Remus is with this like bubbly and giggly girl and just a cutesie little story about them?

I hope this isn’t too much!

-Anon 🫶🫶

hi, lovelyy! thank you for requesting this! i loved the idea a lot and i hope you don't mind me writing r as girly and feminine :) 🫖👛🫧🪽🎀

sunshine and midnight rain

(remus lupin x reader)

contents : fluff, kissing, sweethearts in the sweetest love 😭🩷

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when he first saw you walking this morning with the brightest smile ever, he wanted to hold you and forget about everything in schedule today.

he saw you waving to a ravenclaw, blowing the girl a kiss as the two of you laughed. it was so adorable and heart warming. he couldn't believe it.

you plopped down next to him, greeting your boyfriend a good morning.

"morning, angel," he replied, kissing your head with a gentle yet firm pressure.

"how'd you sleep last night?" you asked, rubbing his cheeks softly.

"um good," he replied shortly. "would be better if you were with me but i'll survive," he smiled.

"oh rem, you can always ask me to be with you whenever you want okay?"

"i know, lovie," he replied, kissing you once more on your soft cheek.

when you two first started dating, it was a huge shock to the friend group. you two were the absolute opposite of each other and maybe that's why you two completed each other so well.

remus needs rays of golden sunshine, a beautiful princess-like girl whose heart is veiled with fresh daisies and soft hands to keep himself grounded while you needed those midnight rains to keep your flower field of your heart blooming continuously.

he remembered the first date you two had was on the most whimsical day ever. he laid out a picnic date for the two of you in the middle of a field of wild flowers.

when he saw you walking in from the door, his eyes were met with fleecy skin, sparkly eyes, light pink clothes, and a pure heart to tie them all together.

he couldn't believe it. such a dreamy girl wanted to be on a date with him!

he felt special. lucky. and best.

"you're absolutely stunning," he mumbled in awe as he saw you sitting down next to him, your soft skirt calmly hovering above his leg.

"remus, so are you," you said, smiling at him with a smile so sugary.

remus realised how quiet you were being. but he knew that he's not the cause of it. you were calm and peaceful, enjoying the soft winds surrounding you two.

"i made some food for us both, i hope you're hungry," he said, putting a good amount of food on to the plate he brought.

"mmm looks tasty," you beamed. "you must be a very good cook."

"i try," he smiled weakly. "i hope it isn't too bad, sorry if it is."

you took a portion of it, placing it on your mouth as you hummed in contentment. "it's delicious! do you cook a lot?" you asked.

"i help my mom sometimes, yeah," he blushed, squeezing your soft knuckles.

"oh that's so sweet of you!" you giggled.

he loves you. so very much. he has been looking for you since he first heard his mother reading a romance fairytale when he was a child.

of course he wasn't thinking of you at that very moment. but he was hoping to have a lovely fairytale, he's glad his hope was fulfilled by meeting you.

he knew at the first moment he landed eyes on you, you will wrap his fragile heart in the most precious and endless love. he wasn't mad about it, he knew he will always have you by his side and he can rely on you whenever.

despite his rough and grumpy exterior, inside his heart was painted with your colours of pearls: pale white, pink, and softly glowing.

his friends teased him about it.

"how can she make you so soft and puddly? you're like a stone with us," sirius groaned. they're best of friends. remus is familiar with sirius' hyperbole jokes.

remus didn't reply, he kept on reading.

"moony, what do you call a dark house with pink interior?" sirius asked, one of his jokes.

"hmm?" remus replied, unamused.

"a remus!" sirius roared with laughter, james laughing along as he patted sirius' back for his horrible joke.

usually after a full moon, remus wouldn't even break a smile. he physically couldn't. but ever since you're his, he smiled whenever you visited him at the infirmary.

even james told you about it. "our grumpy remus smiles more often now that he met you," said the boy when you returned from the hospital wing to eat breakfast.

"really?" your heart warmed. you loved making people smile. it felt like you had accomplished something so special. although it's not a hard thing for people to do when you're around.

"yup. he usually sulks around the room after his furry little problem but now he looks... healthier and more alive somehow," sirius said.

"i'm so glad. i think he deserves the best of the best."

at first remus' friends were hesitant about your relationship, afraid that remus' cold demeanour would gloom down your shine but it never did. if anything your shine had brightened him up.

his friends were grateful and happy for remus. they know you're the perfect girl for him. a big part of loving someone else is to love yourself first. and you did that both so wonderfully.

remus isn't scared of you not accepting him for his lycanthropy. though he does have a fear of hurting you one day. that doesn't stop him from loving you and being open to you about himself.

he knew you're open minded. with your bold beliefs of equal rights in society. he wasn't scared. he wasn't in pain. after all the awful things the universe had given him, a lovely sweet girl is there, making the life he has bearable again.

the first night after he told you about his lycanthropy, you wanted to stay for him. but he insisted on you to not to do that and meet him the next morning instead.

no, he wasn't embarrassed of his appearance right after the transformation. his scars don't heal overnight. he physically looked the same the night before and the morning after, except that he's more relaxed the next morning as for the slumber really helped.

he just doesn't want you to be tired. he wanted you to sleep well. having the rest an angel always needs. of course you wanted to be with him before and after. but you know better than to go against him during his weakest point.

you see him the next morning, bringing a bag of chocolates and croissants.

you placed the bag on the bedside table, reaching for his hand instead. he was still asleep, eyes fluttering cause he's dreaming. you caressed his rough and scarred fingers softly, humming a tune.

remus woke up in the most peaceful way ever. seeing you beside him, playing with his fingers. "morning, princess."

you looked over at him, smiling so big. "oh morning, my remus," his heart fluttered when he heard the nickname. he is yours. forever yours.

"you're here, darlin'."

"i am, i brought breakfast for you," you grabbed the bag of chocolate and croissants, opening them.

he sat up, reaching for the pastry but you pushed his hand away, making him frown in confusion. "i will do the work for you. you've been doing so much to me and i want to do this in return," you giggled. "sit back and relax."

"you don't have to," he said.

"i know. i would never do this to anyone except you."

remus smiled at that, opening his mouth to let you feed him. "you're such a doll. you're so good to me and sometimes i feel like i don't deserve this treatment... i'm not good enough."

"rem, don't worry about that," you smiled at him softly, wiping away the drop of chocolate on his chin. "you have to love and accept yourself. i'm here to be with you all along the journey. i want you to be good to your body, be good to yourself and never say such things like that. life becomes good when you love yourself."

"is your life good?" he asked.

"the best," you answered. "i've learned to be grateful for everything- 'cause i have everything," you chuckled, squeezing his knuckles. "maybe i'm not the ideal type of girl in every person''s eyes but i am my type of girl."

"you're everything i aspire to be," remus said, holding his hand over yours over his heart.

"i love you," you said.

"i love you, darlin', i won't ever stop," he smiled.

[ada7201]

bllk boys …

with a clutz s/o! < hcs >

gn! reader, mention of a heel in Kaiser’s part, (i tried to make it sound like it could be a high heel or a normal shoe heel)

★ part 1 with, Kaiser, Barou, Kunigami, Chigiri

⭢ ★ part 2 with, Isagi, Bachira, Nagi, Reo

⭢ ★ part 3 with, Rin, Sae, Shido, Aiku

Michael Kaiser

he fucking loves your clumsiness.

finds it extremely amusing to watch you stumble and trip over every time you both take what was supposed to be a nice and calm walk

he’ll help you up … if he feels like it.

depending on his mood, he might even catch you.

he wouldn’t like to see his cute clumsy baby fall and hurt themself, would he?

the first time you revealed your secret… talent, to him, was on your first date. (good job on hiding it until then!)

you and Kaiser were both sat down at a restaurant of his choice, the warm lighting illuminating your beautiful face. his sharp blue eyes watched as you ever so gently picked up a fork, ready to poke it into the steak - before you paused.

“um, Kaiser?” you’d ask, voice slightly timid.

“yes?” he responded, an eyebrow raised at your sudden pause.

“i might need to go to the washroom. is that alright?” you said politely, placing your fork back down. Kaiser’s eye twitched, before he nodded, a passive-aggressive smile on his face. how dare you, a mere speck of dirt, even think about leaving at such a time? a shame that you were so gorgeous.

“thank you.” you responded, cautiously pushing your chair away to stand up - unaware of Kaiser’s foot creeping towards your chair in attempt to trip you - but before his plan could work, the heel of your shoe broke, causing you to fall to the floor. in the middle of the restaurant. Kaiser’s eyes widened, shocked at how quickly you had fallen. did his plan really work? he didn’t feel you with his foot - wait, he didn’t cause that fall. before you could get up, Kaiser was already chuckling about how you had fallen over so stupidly in front of him. maybe on the next date you’ll fall the same way? (spoiler alert: you did!)

as anyone would, he sometimes gets annoyed by your constant clumsiness - and has temper tantrums.

of course, he’ll “apologise” later by cuddling you so you won’t be able to trip over anything. definitely not because he wanted to hug you…

he babies you whenever he’s not in a pissy mood, such as making sure you’re okay - sometimes even handing you a plaster for a cut you had managed to give yourself.

he fucking HATES it when others laugh at you.

like, i’m saying he will literally make a huge scene, bigger than the one you caused, just to get that person to apologise to you for laughing.

Barou Shouei

sometimes loves it, and sometimes hates it.

for example, he’d be busy mopping the floor, and you’d run in to tell him something - before falling flat on your face.

“hey!-“ you exclaimed, dashing towards the kitchen where your husband was doing something. what, exactly? you weren’t paying attention to that. you just had to update him on the workplace drama you’ve just heard abou-

“ack!” you coughed, feeling your body connect with the cold, wet, tile floor of the kitchen. Barou just stood there, a deadpan expression on his face as he watched you fall. he had to think for a moment about what his next words would be.

“are you… okay?” he’d ask hesitantly, resting the mop he was holding against the countertop. his eyebrow raised as he leaned over to look at your body, sprawled out on the floor. he just cleaned that spot.

“mmph…” you would groan, sitting up and looking around. your gaze fell on Barou, and you immediately hopped up - as if you didn’t just fall onto the floor with one of the loudest “thud’s” Barou had ever heard.

“Hi babe!” you beamed, a warm smile on your pretty face as you scrambled to Barou, unaware of the bruise that has started to form on your cheekbone.

Barou sighed. How could he ever be mad at you?

he really tries, keyword - tries to be patient, but sometimes your ability to somehow trip over everything scares him. how can you fall over a fucking washcloth?

was very confused the first time you broke something, he was like “what is this person doing?”

overtime, he got used to it.

he sometimes remembers the time you tripped up a little at your wedding. if it wasn’t for your dad, (or father figure) you would’ve fell on your face for the nth time that week.

he loves you, but can’t help but laugh sometimes when you trip.

he does, however, find it irritating when you somehow manage to knock over a cup, or glass and break it - letting the contents spill all over the floor. (he had a tantrum afterwards.)

you’re his sweet, but clumsy lover, so he can let it slide every once in a while.

Rensuke Kunigami

(before wild card)

you make him really nervous.

the poor boy is always kept on his toes around you

he makes sure to keep an eye on you, so he can always catch you before you fall or trip

he feels bad whenever you fall or do something silly

he finds your little slip-ups endearing, however.

because that’s how the two of you met!

you were rushing down the street, the clicking of your shoes loud against the pavement as you made your way. the walkway was pretty full, with a lot of people walking down - not as rushed as you. suddenly, you heard a cat or something make a sound, causing you to turn your head quickly, but before you could look back… you felt yourself start to fall!

“ah-“ you squeaked, eyes closing in preparation for impact. but it never came…?

“are you alright?” a deep voice asked from behind you, followed by a pair of large, warm hands resting on your waist.

“y-ep! in a rush!” you said shyly, a blush on your cheeks as you held your hands to your chest. this was really embarrassing!

the unknown person straightened your posture, and pat your shoulder- rather gently.

“oh, and thank you!” you said quickly - turning around to face the person.

you were met with the face of a beautiful boy. suddenly, your meeting didn’t matter anymore.

“can i have your number?” you asked the orange haired man, lips parted in awe.

he likes to have you with him when he’s training - but all he asks is that you don’t touch anything

we can’t have another incident where you break a piece of equipment…

he’s gentle with the way he handles you, he wouldn’t want to trip you over - you’re already good enough at that.

if you break something, he’s quick on buying materials to fix it.

like, you had just broken your favourite necklace. the next evening, Kuni has the same necklace that you had snapped in his hands - as good as new.

Hyoma Chigiri

this is a little obvious, but he’s very quick to help you up or catch you

but, like kuni, you make him really nervous.

he hates to see you sad whenever you break something of his! so he tries his hardest to always say things like “it’s alright”

he prefers to have you sitting (still) near him whenever he’s doing his nightly and morning routines, so he can keep an eye on you. (he also just wants you to be around him)

he won’t admit it, but he sometimes likes to play with the way you’re so clumsy

you both were walking outside at the park, the cold winter breeze fanning against your skin, even with the sun burning so brightly the sky. Chigiri looked over to you, watching as you happily skipped along the walkway - until your eyes land on a park. you’re quick to grab his hand and drag him to the playground.

“let’s go to the… swings!” you’d exclaim with a smile, running towards the swings.

he was following after you quickly, chuckling at your eagerness. his expression fell as he watched you lose your footing - again. with a loving smile, he gently yanked your hand, pulling your figure towards himself - stopping you from falling on your face, so you instead fell into him.

he secretly takes videos and photos of you if you’ve fallen over, or when you’ve accidentally broken something - or maybe that time you accidentally choked yourself with the ribbon you were trying to wrap a present with.

when he first met you, he thought that it was your shoes that made you fall so much, so he bought you a new pair of shoes.

he felt really guilty when you kept falling, and thought that he got you a bad pair :’(

if you hurt yourself, like if you accidentally cut yourself, maybe got a bruise, and things like that - he always makes sure to give the spot where you’re hurt a kiss.

he says that it’s a “magic kiss”

[blondeewhorre]

Just For You

Sanji's story about being in love with you

(Here is Sanji’s version! Lol…Anyways, I also did his story based off a song…cuz I love music. It’s good.👍🏽 Just down below. Still takes place after Whole Cake Island and SPOILERS if you squint enough.)

Your story

The day Sanji fell in love with you was the day his world began to turn once again on it’s axel. Oh yes, he loved you so very much that it would have hurt, if it didn’t bring him such joy. Everything about you just brightened his day, your beaming smile, your soft voice and gentle words, the fact you didn’t beat him black and blue the way Nami did whenever he got a little too carried away with his affection.

So why couldn’t things ever go the way he so desires? Sure, he was a big goofy flirt but sometimes he couldn’t help himself, he just had to let every woman know just how beautiful they are but in his heart…none of them, not a single one, compared to you. You held his heart in the palm of your hands, had him wrapped around not just one finger, but all of them and you were none the wiser of just how much control you held over him.

It was a wonder how you hadn’t notice just how whipped this man is for you, just how oblivious could you get? It was literally written all over his face just how much this man loves you. He would stare at you longer than necessary, not even bothering to look away when you catch him watching—no matter how embarrassed he felt—as you went about your day. He especially loved watching you as you became so immersed while drawing, painting everything that caused you wonder and fascination, you were most beautiful during those times.

His rapt attention to every word that spilled past those pretty lips of yours was another hint to his already obvious affection towards you. He would subconsciously lean over the island, closer to you, as if he couldn’t hear you as went on and on about the food back home, in your home country you missed so dearly. How could you not see it even when he would make that very same dish the very next day? How he would have his eyes on you once more as you thanked him profusely, eyes glittering with emotion as you ate everything off the plate?

Yet, he wanted to forget it all, to erase that smile of yours from his mind, and not remember the way you’d talk to him so sweetly in that sleepy little voice of yours as you kept him company every morning when he began cooking up breakfast for the whole crew. He knew you weren’t a morning person, having been a witness to you waking up at noon everyday before you started joining him in the kitchen.

Little things like these are what made him hope that maybe he had a chance with you, that it wasn’t so hopeless for him to get the woman of his dreams even though he felt that he did not deserve you in any way. It got especially worse after he had to leave with his family, or at least his blood related one. Oh how it hurt, how much agony it brought him when he had to leave everything that made him happy behind…when he had to leave you, his dream behind.

It hurt so much that he placed all his hopes on being able to live a somewhat happy life on Pudding. All of it was crushed…demoralized, almost as if he wasn’t meant to be happy in this life. How he missed you so during those times, when his whole life came crumbling beneath his feet and leaving him feeling so worthless…so utterly worthless. His tears were bitter, his anguish mixing in with the pouring rain as even the rain robbed him of his one time to just cry it all out.

But after everything he did to his friends, his captain, and to you, he knew it was the last thing he could ever have. He would ruin you, ruin your life like he has with others, and how he couldn’t be your love. It only left him being able to hope that you could have the life you deserve, that you can be happy, even if it meant a happy life without him because now…it would not mattered if he disappeared, no one here would notice. You were simply too far away for him now.

The world was just out to get him since from the day he came into it. Every good thing he had in life, he simply wasn’t allowed to keep, his mother, his sister, Pudding for a good moment, his friends…you. You were all he could think about as he wept hat night, listening to Pudding’s harsh words, your comforting words replaying in his mind whenever he was feeling down and the way you caressed his face, his hair whenever he needed it…like now, but you weren’t there. Not even the lighter wanted to offer him momentary solace, it was what lead to his breaking point, that little push to the edge was all he needed.

Which only left him feeling all the more grateful to be back on Thousand Sunny, with his friends and of course, you. He was glad everyone was willing to forgive him (of course, he did receive a good punch from Luffy, payback for disrespecting his captain), but he was especially happy when you were the first to welcome him back with open arms, hugging him so tight, he couldn’t breathe but he felt like he just wasn’t getting enough. He just wanted to forget the pain that the days on Whole cake brought him and never again wish to forget you.

He smiles softly to himself as he watches you from afar, sitting by your lonesome as you watched the horizon of the ocean beyond, picking at the pie he had given you just moments ago. He let out a small and shaky sigh as he set the tray aside after having served Robin and Nami their drinks, now making his way up the stairs leading up to the tangerine trees, where you sat solemnly and lost in thought.

“What’s wrong?” He spoke before he could even think, almost offering you a penny for your thoughts, wanting to know everything going through that mind of yours, to know what has you looking so worried. “Hm…” Is the only response he gets back from you in that moment, his heart sinking when you don’t even bother to look at him. He almost contemplates leaving you alone to your thoughts but before he could, you speak up again.

“Just have a lot on my mind.” His heart began to race, fighting back a smile, as he takes your words as an invitation to stay. He immediately grabs the free chair, the one other chair beside you on the little circular table you were eating on, or picking at your pie on. Once he was fully seated, he leaned in slightly, unable to help the desire of close proximity before speaking again himself.

“I’m all ears, mademoiselle.” He says with a gentle smile that he could only seem to give to you, and only you. He watched you with rapt attention as you silently contemplate, going from picking at your pie to holding your hot cup of coffee in both of your palms and staring into the cup. Why won’t you look at him? He could feel a small sense of panic rise from the pits of his stomach before his heart jumped at the sound of your tender voice.

“I’m glad you’re back.” The familiar warmth he always got whenever he is with you began to spread throughout his chest, that smile he couldn’t seem to control spreading across his face, his gaze softening as he continue staring at you. “I’m glad to be back.” He could see it on your face again, that strange and pained expression you sometimes made around him, it made his heart ache all over again, not understanding why you make such an expression whenever he was around.

He continues to watch you, his gaze going over to where yours is currently, landing on the black leather sketchbook you always seemed to carry with you. Curiosity piqued, mostly because no one had ever seen what exactly you drew in it, he opens his mouth before he could even think. “May I look through it?” He wanted to take the small chance that you just might let him be the first to finally be able to see what special things you hid in those pages

“Oh…um…” His heart was racing in anticipation, gaze going from your tapping fingers to your face, constantly, unable to choose on what to focus on more. “Yes, I guess you can look through it.” You sounded tired, you look tired, exhausted even as you slide the sketchbook over to him, a smile making his way to his face once again. He opens his mouth to thank you but you were already standing and walking away before he could.

His heart shattered, he was pretty use to it by now, though it didn’t make it hurt any less. With a defeated sigh, he reached to run the tips of his fingers over the leather cover, admiring the texture for a bit before finally opening it to it’s first official page. To say he was surprised would be an understatement of the century when he was met with a beautiful but light sketch of himself, leaning over the railing of Going Merry as he mindlessly puffed out wisps of smoke and stared out into the ocean.

His heart throbbed, blood rushing loudly in his ears as he turned to the next page, met with more sketches of him in various situations and doing various things. Such as, close ups of him glaring at certain ingredients, moving about in the kitchen, fighting with Zoro, and several of them also being of him just smiling while doing a variety of different things. The ones that had his heart hammering in his chest being the ones where you were drawing his face, just his face, in intricate details.

Hell, you even even added splashes of color to certain details, such as his eyes, his hair, sometimes the different clothes he wore, but he also noticed how you couldn’t get enough of his hands. These were the simpler ones—though there was nothing simple about them—while the otherw involved him doing things. It was a wonder when you had the time to take him in in such great detail, such as the ones involving him fighting, shopping, even more detailed ones of him cooking, him playing with everyone on the ship, while others made him blush as they involved him sleeping on the island and sitting on a stool, and others of his intimate little interactions with you, like kissing the back of your hand.

He releases another shaky little breath as he finally flips the last page, now staring at the back of it and making his heart drop. There was no mistaking that it still involved him, but it also involved Pudding, the two of whom shared what seemed to be an emotional and intimate moment as they kissed. It was enough to have him question many things as he abruptly stood up with the sketchbook in hand and rushed after you. He catches you just in time as you’re about to enter the kitchen, gently but firmly grabbing your arm.

“Wait.” His voice sounded almost pleading as he tried to coax you into turning around to face him. “Your drawings…” His heart hurt. He didn’t know what to make of it…couldn’t understand what it meant exactly. “They’re all of…me” You respond quickly at his realization. “Um…yes…they’re all you.” He feels like his world is now lighter, his hopes at being able to have what he feels he’ll never deserve, but then he remembers the last page involving him and Pudding.

“And this one…why is…why am I…” You were making that pained expression again as you hand him the empty plate that once held your pie and take the sketchbook from his hands, studying it closely for a while. “Stolen memories.” Was that really all you were going to give him? Especially when you keep making that expression? “I just…I’m trying to understand though, my lady. What does it all exactly mean?” He doesn’t remember this at all, and why on earth would you draw him like this? This is honestly something he didn’t like seeing. It made him feel like you didn’t really like him like he hoped you would.

“It’s my love…” You finally hand the sketchbook back to him, finally looking at him as you do. “I want you to have it.” Oh, the way his heart throbbed painfully once more, leaving him unable to resist wrapping his arms around you so tightly, enough that he knew he was probably hurting you and on any other day, he probably would have stopped and apologized over and over again. He held onto you for dear life because in his sparsed world, you would disappear.

He finally, but with great reluctance, lets go of you and gives you a small and confused smile, unable to no longer hold back just how deeply his affections for you are. He couldn’t help the need to touch you any longer, reaching up to caress your face, to hold your face in his palms as tenderly as he could muster while simultaneously leaning in, his hopes running high as his gaze goes back and forth from your eyes and your lips. “You are my reason for the strength I found to keep going…even when I had hit my lowest.” Don’t cry, don’t shed tears for him, he did not deserve them, and he couldn’t stand the way your lips quivered and your eyes glistened with unshed tears.

But goodness, did he love you. “I love you.” He couldn’t contain it anymore, allowing those three little words to slip past his lips as he held back his own tears once you began to quietly sob. He couldn’t resist anymore, especially with the way you clung to him, grasped at his shirt as he leaned the rest of the way in and pressed his lips to yours. Your salty tears on your lips only add to the already emotional and intimate moment as he engraves all these details in his mind, never wanting to forget this moment. You are now his.

His love.

[inconveniently-discorporated]

Hello,

What do you think about that really 'not like Aziraphael' smile of Aziraphael's at the very end of the credits?

Honestly, I have half a dozen competing theories about it in my head.

My favorite theory comes from a sentence from one of the fanfics I shoved into the back room a couple years ago (aka I never finished/published it). The sentence goes something like this:

Whenever a fresh wave of paranoia came over him, he would force a smile back onto his face, and think of the greater good. At one point, he had a seatmate. Somewhere between the fourth errant smile and tenth, Aziraphale had looked up to discover that his seatmate had unceremoniously abandoned him.

Like -- you know how they say doing a power pose will literally make you feel more powerful, or forcing a smile or a laugh will literally release happy chemicals? That's what I feel like he's doing at the end, and it looks just as deranged as I imagined it would when I wrote that sentence (hence scaring off the poor seatmate).

He honestly looks a bit off his rocker, and I think he kind of is. He went from an emotional high of landing this massive opportunity (so he sees it), to having his balloon popped in one fell swoop by Crowley. He almost didn't go, but then decided to anyway. He must be so amped up on every emotion in that moment. There's tremendous pressure, both from the Metatron/Heaven and his own determination that he is NOT going to be proven wrong about this.

There's moments in his expression -- those little micro flinches Michael Sheen is so well-loved for, where you can see the facade beginning to crumble. You can see, like beams of light filtering their way through cracks in the clouds, where the gravity of it all starts to pull at him again. He then quickly repairs those cracks, perhaps by reminding himself of all the wonderful and beautiful things he thinks Heaven should be, all the things he wants to do.

Another smile. He's not an idiot. He'll show Crowley. He'll show them all. He CANNOT break. It's too late, he's already gone. He's in it now, and especially now that he knows what's at stake (the second coming), he has to do this, in his mind. And he will. He's going to. He stopped the apocalypse! He's honest and a leader! So Michael and Uriel still hate him -- he has the Voice of God at his back! They won't ever do to another angel what they did to him.

The final smile, covering up the biggest doubts. He's going to do this. He HAS to do this. It's time to stop thinking about what just happened. He's about to step into a hive of bees, and he had better hope the colony doesn't reject him as their new leader.

And they won't, he's assuring himself. That bigger smile, the one that somehow crinkles his eyes -- because he knows that's what smiles are supposed to do -- but never reaches them all the same. I think he's wearing that smile the way Crowley wears his glasses, with his real feelings buried deep inside, where no one can find them -- not even himself. Because he can't let that happen. Because he has to succeed.

[midnightsun-if]

How would the ROs react to MC wearing their clothes? (This is just an indirect way of asking if Sloane would let MC wear their leather jacket)

Koda: He’d find it absolutely adorable— would probably offer you a whole slew of them so he could you in them more. If you ever wanted something from him all you would have to do is ask. At the end of the day you might just find a pile of clothes at the foot of your bed— ready for use whenever you wanted to wear them

Scarlett: Most of her clothes are tailor made to fit her, but the ones that aren’t? She’d be super content with you wearing them— as you’ve probably noted vampires, or at least some of them, have a big thing about scent when it comes to their chosen mate. For you to be surrounded by her scent, while also looking beautiful in her clothes, it’d mean the world to her. (Depending on her mood, as well as what she’s currently doing, she may have to take you somewhere private.)

Cyrus/Cyra: They’d get a funny feeling in their chest that they could quite describe. Absolutely adoring the sight and wanting to see it more, but they’d probably steer you away from their clothes that are embroidered with House Aurelia’s insignia (at least for the time being) as that could bring a slew of issues.

Quinn: They’d be more than happy to see you in their clothes! Would feel something click into place within their heart at the sight, settling something for their wolf that they didn’t even know needed to be settled. Would definitely compliment you: “You look better in them than me.” or “You should wear my clothes more often, it’s an absolutely gorgeous sight.”

Caden: Their face would flush, silver eyes not knowing where to look, before something settles across their features. They’d instantly want to hold you close, to press a kiss to your lips or wherever else they could reach, and simply bask in your presence. It may not seem like a lot to some, but the fact that you want to wear something of theirs? When you could choose literally anything else? It means so much to them and they want to show how much it does.

Sloane: Be a complete grump about it— muttering that you should buy clothes like it if you want to hog them, that their closet wasn’t a thrift store, and whatever else. But internally? Their wolf is wagging its tail so happy that you want to be in their clothing, marked by their scent and overall signature look. As for the leather jacket? It means a great deal to them, coming from someone they used to know, which means that Sloane probably wouldn’t let the MC wear it. However! Deeper into the romance, if they saw that the MC was cold or something else, they’d absolutely take it off and drape it over your shoulders.

Blake: Do you really need to ask? Blake would be the smuggest demon you’ve ever seen if they caught you wearing their clothes— would puff up and everything. Though this would also give them free reign to scavenge through your own wardrobe for things to wear.

Reginald/Regina: They’d be touched quite honestly. Being one of the first to tell you that they’re not ashamed to be human— let alone a human surrounded by seeming gods. But, they do have low points at times too, where their doubts can set in, and seeing you wear something of theirs? It’d bring the biggest smile to their lips, they’d be practically beaming, and there’s nothing that’d stop them from launching at you with the biggest hug.

[findingnemosworld]

𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 - 𝐫𝐮́𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬. ( 𝐇𝐢! 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 )

[ 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 ]

( flex bby boy, we love you )

She stares at her reflection in the vanity mirror, her hair was curled to perfection in beautiful waves, soft features enhanced by the makeup that adorned her face, she topped off the look with a casual floral printed dress, tonight she was going to have dinner with Rúben and his parents, Joao and Bernadete seeing as they were in Manchester visiting for a few weeks, she blinks then shakes her head; grabbing the lip stick to readjust it.

" Baby "

Her gaze travels up to see Rúben standing near the doorway from the reflection of the mirror, he was adjusting the buttons of his shirt then gave her a soft look, " Listen, you'll be fine " he assures her, " My parents already know about you, and they're excited to meet you "

" What if I slip up? or say something that's weird " She huffs, " I don't want them to think I'm too much or that I'm only with you for your money "

Rúben sighs, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. " I love you " he murmurs. " You will be fine, and they'll see just how happy you make me, and besides " he smirks, " I love spending my money to spoil you because seeing you dressed in all those dresses, all those nighties and those damn delicious lingerie sets " he whispers before gently tugging her ear with his teeth. " It's very, very fucking hot "

" Rúben " She gasps, swatting his arm as he chuckled, before finally getting a good look at her when she stood up, " so? "

" Baby, I'm starting to think we should postpone the dinner cause right now " Rúben drawls, wrapping his arms around her waist to tug her closer. " I'm hungry for something else entirely, something far delicious than any food "

Her face grows red, " We're going to be late, so ... if we go through this dinner properly " she said with a seemingly faux innocent smile that had a hint of a deviousness. " Maybe we can try that thing you were telling me about yesterday "

A wicked grin appears across his lips, " You serious? "

" Behave during dinner and ... " She leans closer to his ear, " I'll sit on your face like you always wanted "

Rúben beams, " You got it baby "

His parents were as sweet as he had told her about them, a truly humble and loving couple which affirmed to her just how much Rúben takes after them, Bernadete asks her, " So Dahlia, what do you do for a living? "

She takes a sip of her water glass and smiles, " I am a paediatric doctor, I work with kids "

Joao nods impressively before noting, " For how long? "

" Five years and a half, before that I've completed my internship and residency in America " She responds.

" And how did you meet our Rúben? " Bernadete smiles, " I can't tell you how happy I was when he told us he found someone "

She beams at the remark before responding, " It's quite funny " she recalls that day like it was yesterday, " The kids I work with were massive Manchester City fans, so one day the hospital had contacted the team to make a visit and bring a smile to their faces, that day I decided to dress up as a clown to cheer them up as well, and erm ... " she laughs.

" She literally fell into my arms " Rúben grins, " Best day of my life "

" He helped me up, made sure the kids were thoroughly entertained all for him to come the next week alone with gifts and he not so subtly asked for my number, and the rest is history " She said.

" That's so sweet, you know he never stopped talking about you whenever he calls me " Bernadete cooed, " It's so cute just how much he would boast about you "

" He did " She smiles looking at Rúben who was blushing.

" You really have made him happy and we are very thankful for that " Bernadete nods with a soft smile.

Rúben takes her hand, " Mãe, I'm the one who's happy "

Suffice to say that dinner went very well, his parents promised to pay them a visit sometimes; then they were on their way home, and when they got home, they undressed, showered and got ready for bed - Rúben was quick to pull her onto his lap and smirk, " I believe you owe me something "

She giggles and pressed a soft kiss to his lip, " I do, you're right "

" Come on, we have a long night ahead of us "

[brotherwtf]

my love! my last one was super heavy😮‍💨

so as a personal favor to me, i’m going to request some more of your Equestrian au headcanons because i NEED them (seriously people give me the equestrian/cowboy/rodeo aus, you got fic recs? send them to me!)

hey love! Im also a huge horse girl, so I feel your pain

I have my own list of equestrians hcs here, but I'm honestly just gonna ramble more about them bcs I love them so much

Gale gets his first horse when he's 16, he spent several years working on a ranch as a stable boy and combining it with a part time job at the mall to finally auction for a very green yearling

She was a feisty thing, bucks and kicks whenever Gale tries to halter her, nips at Gale's fingers whenever he tries to groom her, and pins her ears down every time he tightens the girth on her saddle.

He named her Liberty Belle, and she grew into quite the beautiful horse. She still had a bucking problem, but Gale took it like a champ.

John nicknamed Gale "Buck" after watching them ride once and seeing Liberty Belle have one of her episodes. Gale of course "hates" the nickname (wink wink nudge nudge)

Gale boarded at Thorpe Abbotts ranch before John did, and quickly became a sensation. By the time he was 18, he was already a blue ribbon show jumper and basically a celebrity at the ranch. He gleamed in the attention, and beamed even more when the owner of the ranch moved Liberty Belle to the nicest stall in the barn.

No one was boarded next to her, and Gale was still the shining star of the ranch. Until John showed up

Gale shows up one day and sees Liberty Belle with her ears pinned at the horse boarded in the stall next to her, and Gale starts fuming.

An almost rootin tootin cowboy leans against the stall next to Liberty Belle, cooing at the mare and at the poor horse getting ears pinned at him

Gales heart immediately clenches because John is downright gorgeous, but he can't let his star personality get over shown. He spies the blue ribbons on the stall door and curses. John has sixteen, while Gale only has fifteen

The competitive side immediately takes over, and thus their rivalry begins.

John grew up on a ranch in Wisconsin, and learned how to ride from a very young age. His parents started forcing him to barrel race when he was only seven and could only ride ponies

He got his first horse, Our Baby, and moved out when he was 18. He found Thorpe Abbotts ranch when he was 26 and had basically ridden through every single large barrel racing competition in the country before deciding to settle down.

Our Baby is boarded next to a very hyperactive mare, and he finds himself chuckling when her ears automatically flatten at the sight of his gelding.

He's greeted by the most beautiful human he's ever seen in his life marching towards him, but can't help and notice the smallest smile on his lips when he sees the mare so in a tissy

John is on his high horse (literally) and thinks show jumping is lamer than barrel racing, but can't stop thinking about how beautiful Gale is.

Our Baby and Liberty Belle eventually become besties before John and Gale fall in love, which spurs John and Gales relationship

I have decided that the super angsty scene that causes them to spark their romance is that John is watching in on one of Gale's show jumping events (don't tell anyone) and Gale is thrown from Liberty Belle after a rough jump.

He lands, and lands hard, John winces as Gale's head snaps on the ground, and his body acts on instinct, jumping over the fence and running to Gale. Someone grabs Liberty Belle and John cradles Gale's head and starts freaking out

Gale's bloody, his nose bleeds and he must have bit his lip when he fell because it's bleeding steadily.

He picks Gale up bridal style and carries him from the arena, whispering that he's gonna be okay

Gahhh I don't want this post to get crazy long but just imagine John doting on Gale and nursing him back to health and Gale allowing him to, John obsessing over Gale's sleep addled face

here's some cowboy/equestrian fics I've read!! please drop more, I also am in need of them desperately

wild things by @sig-nifier

don't take that sinner from me by cloudystars on AO3

I love being a horse girl on main, letting my freak flag fly fr, thanks for the ask love!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello I love your stories, so wonderful. This is my first time of asking. Can you do a RoR characters x beautiful anger reader?

Poseidon, thor, hades, qin shi huang, nikola tesla and lubu.

Angel reader is the most beautiful angel in valhalla, it can compete to Aphrodite's. Plus, powerful but compassionate and serene, that makes the ror characters melt and fall in love with her. Thank you

-Y/N was a name known throughout Valhalla, everyone knew who you were, humans, gods, demons, there wasn’t a single soul that didn’t know who you were.

-You were an angel, not a valkyrie, but a literal angel, with 2 sets of massive wings coming from your shoulder blades, snow white in color.

-Your beauty rivaled Aphrodite’s own, but rather than being jealous, Aphrodite admired you for your kind heart, you were beautiful both inside and out.

-You were compassionate and kind to all you met, always willing to give everyone a chance, as well as a second chance, but never a third.

-Despite your kind soul and gentle heart, your power was breathtaking, rivaling the strongest gods in Valhalla.

-You focused your power to protect when fighting, if you were forced to fight, you would do it only to defend those around you, defeating your enemies swiftly, giving them the mercy of a quick defeat and a quick death if it so called for it.

Poseidon- He feels that emotions are not something that should be displayed, especially in public, finding those who let their emotions get the better of them, both the good and the bad, are weak. You, however, were the one exception. Even the mighty Poseidon was unable to withstand you, your beautiful and delicate looks, your warm smile, and your lovely heart. You were the only one worthy to stand at his side, you were the only one who saw the rare soft emotions he would let slip out. Your soft caresses against his face could melt even the coldest of men, and Poseidon was no different, letting you perch up on his lap, running your hands through his hair, basking in you gentle affections.

Thor- Was very shy with you when you found him up on a roof one day, you had landed, asking him if he was alright and when he turned to tell you to leave, as he wanted to be alone, he couldn’t speak, he didn’t think he could even breathe as you tilted your head to the side, a bit confused as to why he wasn’t saying anything. Loki absolutely adored you and when you and Thor started to date, he gushed, finding you adorable, as you were polar opposites. Many were concerned for you, worrying that Thor would hurt you, or that he wouldn’t treat you kindly and give you the love you deserved. However, whenever you saw Thor after being apart, even for only a few hours, you were running to him, leaping into his arms and he always catches you so gently, so carefully, so he wouldn’t damage your wings, and you would beam up at him with so much love that he couldn’t help but smile back.

Hades- Many believed you were polar opposites with your lover, Hades, but when they see you together, there were no other men that looked as good as Hades, standing beside you. He treated you so carefully, so gently, like you were a priceless treasure, one that he had gotten lucky enough to call his own. Cerberus was the reason the two of you had met, as you instantly tamed the giant doggy, not aware that he had a job, and when Hades came to investigate, he couldn’t help but grin, seeing his ‘fearsome’ Cerberus on his back, getting his belly rubbed by you. Hades was taken by your stunning looks, you were so soft, so pure looking, but your strength made his admiration for you grow, you could handle yourself in a fight with ease, but Hades’ love for you made him always defend you first, never wanting you to get hurt. His actions always gets him extra kisses from you for his chivalrous deeds.

Qin Shi Huang- How a human wound up with someone as stunning as you was beyond the comprehension of many, gods and humans alike. He’s not completely sure how he did it either, but he wasn’t complaining, not when you were sitting on his lap, pressing soft kisses to his cheek as he read through more paperwork, making the job a bit more tolerable. Qin Shi Huang adored everything about you, from your stunning looks to your impressive strength, but the thing he liked the most was your beautiful heart, you were always so kind to others, and when your attention was on him, he would melt under you, basking in your glory. However, with beautiful girlfriends come big responsibilities, he couldn’t began to calculate the number of men who tried their luck with you, trying to pull you away from him. While you always refused, many didn’t want to listen and that’s when he would step in, to defend you.

Tesla- Nikola adored you, you were so unique and special! He loved to study you! He found you interesting and you had never had a human ask to study the structure of your wings before, and while only a bit hesitant at first, you agreed. You were concerned that this was another pickup trick, as many men had been trying different tactics on you, but no, he actually studied you from head to toe, inspecting the joints of your wings, being so carful with them, seeing how they worked. Unlike others, you felt drawn to Nikola, happy to answer questions he would ask, and when you would ask him questions, he would light up and go on long rants, but you enjoyed it, as you could see he was passionate. When he was done inspecting you, after weeks, he asked you out to dinner as a way to thank you, and you instantly agreed, and the two of you have been together ever since.

Lu Bu- When others, gods and humans, saw you with Lu Bu, they couldn’t begin to imagine how he managed to get with you. What they didn’t know, as you were both quiet about your relationship with each other, was that you approached him first. You had seen him training while you were out flying and you were in awe when he split the sky, holding your cheeks in awe. You flew down and he didn’t seem bothered by you as you praised his strength, which he did like. He could see you were beautiful, but what drew Lu Bu to you was your heart, you always brought him snacks and water, asking him if he was okay, and just doting on him. He wasn’t bothered when you started to cling to him, your arms around his neck from behind, one of his arms under your rear, holding you up, as you both talked about your days. When another man tried to grab your wrist to drag you away, you slapped him before Lu Bu grabbed you, pulling you to his chest, minding your wings, and gave the man a harsh kick, punting him over several buildings. He looked furious, seeing the ring of bruises around your wrist, but you calmed him by wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, which he looked away from you for, a bit shy from the affection, but he was quickly grinning when you asked him if he was going to go fight, so you could watch.

[irasamu]

 . . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 MISTER LOVER ; a gojo satoru drabble. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . i love talking about gojo to people and explaining them with hand gestures includes on how i would suck him off. hope the users who read this drabble before could find it again!

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw; ceo!gojo, husband!gojo, fem!reader, wife!reader, fluff, sfw, gojo is insecure, fluff, reader is a few years younger then gojo, just gojo being whipped, and yeah that sums it up ig.

CEO!Gojo who goes on a jog every morning instead of using a treadmill just because he likes seeing the three neighborhood kids (namely yuji, megumi and nobara) watch him with sparkly eyes and admiration.

CEO!Gojo who stops at the nearby park to catch his breath as he sits on one of the benches, sweat glistening under the soft daylight and allows the jolly little yuji and nobara, accompanied by a shy megumi to waddle towards him with towels (which are just napkins yuji owns).

CEO!Gojo who raises his hand to stop his guards from approaching him as he let's the three three-year olds to wipe his sweat as if he is the kid. he only smiles fondly as little yuji climbs onto his lap to wipe the sweat on his forehead away but the white haired man is too tall for the little boy and so, gojo ends up leaning down. giggling softly as yuji pats his face with the towel using the softest touch he had.

CEO!Gojo who stops at a flower shop on his way home to buy you a bouquet of flowers -- classic white roses just because he thinks it'll remind you of him -- it does and does he know how you smile like a teenager everytime you look at the flowers? he does. after all, your husband is the literal definition of 'looks dumb but is smart'.

CEO!Gojo who could probably jog twice again but somehow, the moment he sets foot inside the rich apartment, he is a whining mess as he loudly complains how sore he feels or how his legs pain -- all for the sole purpose of having your hands on his thighs or shoulders, sinking into the feeling of your knuckles kneading onto his firm shoulders or your fingers caressing and applying pressure on his thighs to relieve him of some pain at least.

CEO!Gojo who is really arrogant and profession during interviews and conferences but whenever someone mentions you, his beloved wife, gojo throws out any sign of arrogance out of his head as he leans forward on his chair, beaming brightly as he talks about you with so much admiration because unknown to all who admire the confident man, satoru gojo is the most insecure man.

CEO!Gojo who doesn't like the way he smiles or how his body is and so he sticks to smirking that devilish hot smirk of his and training to have a ripped body but this same man whose eyes are shielded with a layer of fear of seeing his ugly, true self, is also the man who has won over thousands of hearts -- including your's but what makes you different is, your heart is still at his mercy even after you saw him at his lowest, you saw him breaking down simply because he couldn't calculate the statics of his next deal. whenever gojo thinks about all these, he is at awe for he never thought a beautiful yet hollow vase like him could be filled with the flowers of love and joy all because you, his water, his pillar, entered the vase of him.

and so, even if you may not know the real reason behind the flowers everyday, satoru gojo will continue to smile in secret as he sees you admire the flowers because this is the same way he admires when he stares at you face as you kneel down infront of his crouching form to wipe his tears away, how you consult and softly scold him like a mother even though you a few years younger then him.

CEO!Gojo who throws himself at you -- no really, he literally throws himself at you whenever he comes back to the shared apartment he gew accustomed to call home for the past two years after your marriage with him, the bubbly and joyful evil giggle that escapes the chambers of his soft lips are the spell which makes you smile and suddenly, the weight of the tall man as he nearly has you leaning on the kitchen counter because of his weight, is bearable.

CEO!Gojo who would ramble about the three cute kids who he goes for on a jog around the area daily before he expresses his wish to be a good father to his own kid one day. he turns to face you with a soft and wise smile, patting your cheek with the back of his palm as he speaks, "i would love to have a child with you in the distant future but that would mean i won't be able to have sex whenever I want." he would then shrug as you wheeze at his randomness.

CEO!Gojo who is really random and will always take you by surprise because how is this man calculating complex data of the different products and estimating their profit and loss mentally one minute and then asking you what is 6×7 the next??

CEO!Gojo who is smart yet dumb at the same time now that we are on the topic. he will calmly handle critics and insults thrown his way as well as degrading news articles when a project or deal doesn't go as it was expected to but the moment someone does or something goes wrong in a game, may lord have mercy on you because satoru will not. the creativeness he has when it comes to profanities shouldn't have been surprising to you considering how his tongue has always been but it still does.

"we lost because of me? No, we lost because your mother forgot the concept of birth pills and your father forgot that condoms existed. What? I am being dumn right now? No man, your mother was acting dumb when she didn't throw you off the car after the delivery"

"Man you look so pathetic that even a beggar would feel sympathy for you and give you a few dimes out of pity" gojo clicks his tongue.

"satoru!" you softly gasp, glaring at your husband who innocently shrugs.

"baby tell me, i dare you to tell me that he doesn't look as if he is expecting to deliver an eighty year old man who has seen all the horrors and developments of the world, i dare you. he can step out and people would be fooled into thinking it's halloween now."

the randomness of satoru is something you will always cherish because only he is capable of speaking absolute nonsense during a normal morning.

"don't move 'toru, i'm trying to comb your hair." you mumble lowly, brushing the comb against his white hair as he lets you, knowing how this small action brings you joy. if being treated and pampered like a child makes you happy, satoru will happily obey.

"baby my sunglasses makes me look good, yeah?" he asks, looking down at his cherished and signature sunglasses which completes his everyday look. you hum in agreement and this is when satoru jokes in a serious tone,

"not only does it make me look good but it helps to hide my bedroom eyes whenever i see my reflection in one of the glass windows." satoru shrugs as if he just told you about the weather while you stop your movements, blinking as you process his words before glancing down at him with wonder and amusement as satoru doesn't seem to realise or find anything strange in his statement.

CEO!Gojo who would giggle like a kid as he watches you open the small present he got you -- inside of a velvet black box and topped off with a red rose by its side -- and presents a condition after seeing you smile at him ; you look down at the newest shade of the huda beauty lipstick you were looking at just this morning.

CEO!Gojo who would then lay on your lap as he looks up at you and says "come on preety baby, apply the lipstick and kiss me already. wanna be your canvas today."

CEO!Gojo who makes you test if your lipsticks are smudge proof by making you kiss his entire face and neck, all just because he like the ticklish feeling of your lips on his skin or the flutter in his heart whenever your lips touch the skin of his neck or when you suck on his adam's apple.

━━━━━━━ 🎀 end.

[homesickwhispers]

baby fever.

(Van X Reader.)

we all know life with a baby can be difficult sometimes…but it also can be fun and Van always seem to remind you of that.

fluff+request. 🌸

As I got home from grocery shopping, laughter drifted from the living room. My heart instantly warmed at the sound of my boys laughing together—it was the sweetest melody to my ears. I couldn’t wait to see them, so I hurried into the room, and the sight that greeted me was worth every second.

Van and our little boy were painting together. Van had bought and set him up a tiny canvas so he could mimic me, just like he did every time he watched me paint from his chair.

Van was wearing an old, paint-splattered shirt, the evidence of their fun clear in the colorful smudges from our boy’s tiny hands, which had somehow ended up all over Van’s arms and the fabric of his shirt.

But he didn’t seem to mind at all—he was completely lost in the moment, his eyes bright and his smile wide. They didn’t even notice me standing there until our little one shrieked, “Mama!”

“Hey, baby!” I laughed, my heart so full it could burst.

As I set the grocery bags down and moved closer, I couldn’t help but smile. “Having fun with dadda?”

“Always, love.” Van’s laughter filled the room, warm and rich, as he looked down at our boy, who was concentrating hard, his little fingers gripping a paintbrush with all the determination in the world.

“Look at you two,” I said, unable to hide my grin.

Van finally looked up, surprised but beaming. “Caught us red-handed—literally,” he chuckled, lifting his arm to show the bright splotches of blue and red that decorated his skin. Our boy squealed with laughter, his tiny hands clapping and sending droplets of paint everywhere.

“Red, blue, green—quite the masterpiece happening here,” I said, walking over and bending down to get a closer look at their creation. “What are we painting, sweetheart?”

Our boy’s eyes sparkled as he glanced between us. “Mama!” he proudly held up his tiny canvas, a mess of colors that was beautiful in its chaos. I could tell it had been a team effort, with Van’s brushstrokes gently guiding the little splashes of color.

“He’s quite the artist,” Van said softly, his gaze warm and full of love.

“Definitely my favorite one," I said, glancing down at our baby. His bright blue eyes, so much like Van’s, sparkled with excitement as he focused on his coloring. His hair, a soft, golden blonde, caught the light in a way that reminded me so much of his dad—it was like watching a little mirror image of Van under the sun.

"God, love, I birthed a mini you, didn’t I?" I laughed, settling down beside them to help our baby color. Van chuckled, glancing between the two of us.

“Guess he’s got the best of both of us,” Van said, smiling as he guided our little one’s hand along the page.

“You’re just being nice. He doesn’t have anything from me!”

"He does have a bit of your smile," Van said, glancing at our son, "and your cute nose, too."

"God, not my nose," I groaned, laughing.

Van shook his head, grinning. "I love your nose," he said, leaning in to kiss it softly.

Our son let out a happy squeal at the sight of us, clapping his little hands in excitement, and we both laughed.

"Calm down, champ," Van chuckled, ruffling his hair. "We can share her."

"Wait a minute, buddy, momma’s got you something.” I said, heading into our son’s room and grabbing a coloring book we hadn’t used yet. Returning to the living room, I handed it to him, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Look at these, champ!" Van said, flipping through the pages and showing him all the new pictures. Our little one’s face was pure joy as he eagerly picked a page to start on, his tiny hands grabbing a crayon with determination.

Van glanced up at me, as if sharing a little secret moment just between us. Whenever Van smiled I could see the same young man I fell in love with 7 years ago, and my heart would always drop at the sight.

Our son giggled, reaching up for both of us, his little hands waving as if trying to grab hold of the moment itself. I scooped him up and settled him on my lap, his tiny fingers already grabbing a crayon and drawing bright lines across the page.

Van watched us, his eyes soft, a warm smile tugging at his lips. "You know," he said, resting his arm around my shoulders, "I always hoped our little family would be something like this."

I looked up at him, feeling a rush of love that nearly took my breath away. "Me too," I whispered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

As if sensing the quiet moment, our son babbled something unintelligible but enthusiastic, looking up at us with wide, adoring eyes. Van laughed, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek, then one on mine. "Guess he’s got a lot to say, just like his mom."

I rolled my eyes and our son reached up, patting Van’s face with a paint-smeared hand, making us both laugh all over again.

"Look at this, bud!" I said, glancing down at the paper we was coloring. "You’re painting a dinosaur!"

Our son looked at his colorful masterpiece, eyes wide with pride. "Dino!" he exclaimed, jabbing a little finger at the shape he’d made, though it was more of a colorful blob than a dinosaur. But to him, and to us,it was perfect.

Van chuckled, pointing to a bright green streak. "That’s a fierce-looking dino, champ. I think he’s even scarier than the ones on TV!"

Our son giggled, delighted, and held up his brush, eager to keep going. "Rawr!" he roared, as fierce as a one-year-old could be, and we couldn’t help but join in with his laughter.

I leaned in closer, whispering dramatically, "Better watch out, or this dinosaur might come to life and chase us!"

Our son’s eyes grew wide, but he was grinning ear to ear. "Rawr!" he roared again, this time waving his brush around like it was a mighty weapon.

Van gasped, playing along. "Oh no, he’s after us! Quick, Mom! Run!" he said, scooping our boy into his arms and spinning him around, sending happy squeals through the room.

Our son clutched onto Van, giggling uncontrollably. "Dada!" he managed to say between fits of laughter, as Van pretended to be captured by the "fearsome" dinosaur.

I crossed my arms, feigning disappointment. "Looks like he’s got you now, Van. I thought you were supposed to be the brave one in this family."

Van shot me a playful look, still holding our boy in his arms. "Guess I’ll just have to be rescued by my favorite superhero," he teased, giving me an exaggerated wink.

I leaned in, tapping our son’s nose gently. "Alright, Mr. Dino, what do you say? Should we let Daddy go?"

Our son looked thoughtful for a second, then shouted, "Yes!" letting Van go and breaking into another fit of giggles.

Van set him down gently, grinning as he looked over at me. “I don’t know who has more fun with these games, him or us.”

"I think it’s both," I said, laughing as I hugged our little one close. But as I pressed him against my chest, a sharp pain hit, quickly followed by a damp sensation.

“Oh no,” I muttered, glancing down. I knew exactly what had happened.

“What’s wrong?” Van asked, immediately coming over, concern in his eyes.

“Take him for a minute,” I said, handing our boy over to him. Van looked as puzzled as our son, who was peering at me with wide eyes.

I looked down, seeing a large stain spreading across the front of my gray shirt, and felt my cheeks heat up.

Van chuckled softly, rubbing our son’s back. “It’s okay, love, I got him. You didn’t get a chance to pump today?”

“I was going to, right after I got back from the groceries,” I sighed, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Van kissed the top of our son’s head. “No worries, baby. Go take a shower, and I’ll settle him down. Then I’ll help you out, okay?”

I gave him a grateful smile, already feeling a little lighter as I headed to take a quick break, comforted knowing that Van had everything under control.

I stepped into the shower, feeling a bit sad that our moment with our boy had been interrupted. The warm water cascaded over me, soothing my tense muscles, but the heaviness in my breasts felt like rocks, full to the brim with milk. The soft droplets hitting my skin made me shiver.

I stood there for what felt like hours, lost in my thoughts, not quite ready to face the task of pumping.

A gentle knock on the bathroom door broke my reverie, and relief washed over me like the water.

“Come on in,” I called out, and Van opened the door, smiling carefully as he tugged at his paint-covered clothes. “He’s asleep,” he announced.

“You’re too good with him,” I said, trying to suppress a smile.

“Nah, I just wore him out this morning,” he replied, stepping into the shower with me, water drenching him in an instant.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his hand grazing my stomach, a gesture both comforting and reassuring.

“I guess. I’m sorry for ruining the moment,” I said, a tinge of guilt creeping into my voice.

“What? Are you crazy? You could never ruin anything, (Y/N),” he said, his tone firm yet tender.

“I’m trying my best, you know?”

“And it’s more than enough. You’re the best mom and person I’ve ever met,” he said, wrapping his arms around me from behind. I leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, his fingers grazing slightly against my breasts, making me breathe a little deeper.

“You’re in pain? Do you want to get out?” he asked softly, concern lacing his words.

“Just massage me a bit, please,” I murmured, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and comfort in his presence.

Van started to massage my shoulders, easing the tension there before moving down to my lower back. He gently cupped my breasts from behind with a delicacy that made me let out a soft groan.

“Shh, you’re okay,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Let’s face it together.”

I turned to look at him, a smile spreading across my face. His hair was a delightful mess, and his body was still covered in paint, giving him a carefree, artistic vibe that I found endearing.

“Hold still,” I said, grabbing a bit of soap and starting to wash him. The warm water mixed with the suds, and I felt a sense of intimacy as I ran my hands over his chest and arms, trying to wipe away the remnants of his creative morning.

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re going to make me feel like a canvas, you know.”

“Maybe you are,” I teased, working my way down to his stomach, the playful banter easing the tension even further. I enjoyed the way he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“You know, if I’m a canvas, then you’re the artist,” he said, his voice low and warm, “and I’d happily let you paint me any way you want.”

I smirked, rinsing my hands and stepping back to admire my handiwork. “Maybe I should get more paint on you then. It could be a fun little project.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he replied, leaning in closer, the warmth of his body contrasting with the cool water. “But for now, I think you need the pampering.”

I could feel my cheeks flush at his words. “I appreciate you taking care of me, Van. I just—” I paused, the weight of my earlier embarrassment creeping back in. “I just hate feeling like I messed up our day.”

He cupped my face gently with his soapy hands, his gaze steady and sincere. “You didn’t mess anything up. You’re a fantastic mom, and it’s okay to have moments like this. We’re a team, remember?”

I nodded, feeling reassured by his words. “I know. It’s just hard sometimes.”

“Let’s focus on enjoying this moment together,” he said, his thumbs stroking my cheeks softly. “Just you and me in here, washing away the worries.”

His touch sent a warm shiver down my spine, and I leaned into his hands, finding comfort in his presence. “Okay, but you’re still getting paint on my side of the shower, better clean this up, champ.”

He grinned, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Fair warning, then!” he said, before taking a step back and pretending to squirt soap at me, laughter bubbling between us as we both got a bit more slippery and soapy.

In that moment, the earlier tension faded, replaced by the simple joy of being together, as partners and parents.

As we cleaned each other, laughter filled the shower, but it was short-lived when we heard our baby start crying from the other room.

“Shit,” I said, glancing at the door.

“Don’t worry. I got him,” Van replied, grabbing his sweatpants in a swift motion before sprinting to our baby’s room.

I hurriedly dried off and threw on some comfortable clothes. By the time I was dressed, Van was already back, cradling our little one in his arms. Tears streamed down our baby’s cheeks, his little face scrunched up in distress.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked, my heart aching at the sight.

“I think he’s hungry, love,” Van said, glancing at me with concern.

“Okay, bring him here,” I instructed, moving to my feeding chair as Van gently placed our boy in my arms. He sat right next to me on our bed, his hands instinctively pulling my hair back to keep it out of my face as I prepared to feed our son.

“Shh, baby. Mama’s got you,” I cooed, cradling our little one close. He began to settle down, his cries fading into soft whimpers as I got him ready.

Van watched us with a warm smile, a look of pride on his face that made my heart swell. “You’re so good at this,” he said softly, leaning closer to us.

I smiled back at him, feeling grateful for his support. “I couldn’t do it without you.”

He reached out, gently stroking our baby’s head. “We’re a good team, aren’t we?”

“Absolutely,” I replied, feeling the bond between us grow stronger as we navigated this journey together.

“Look at him; he looks so peaceful,” I said softly, admiring the way our baby nestled against me, his tiny features relaxed as he fed.

“I’d be peaceful too if I were in his place,” Van replied, a playful smirk spreading across his face.

I couldn’t help but laugh loudly at that, the sound bubbling up unexpectedly and surprising our little one. He clutched onto me tighter, sucking harder as if startled by the noise.

“Ouch, baby!” I exclaimed, my eyes pressing shut at the sudden intensity. I looked down at him, trying to stifle my laughter. “That’s a little too enthusiastic, champ!”

Van chuckled beside me, the warmth of his laughter wrapping around us like a cozy blanket. “Guess he didn’t appreciate the interruption. You should know better than to scare the little guy.”

“I really didn’t mean to!” I said, shaking my head, my heart melting as I watched our son calm down, the initial surprise fading as he settled back into a gentle rhythm.

“He’ll forgive you,” Van said, his voice softening as he leaned closer. “You’re his favorite person in the world, after all.”

“Are you sure about that?” I teased, looking up at him with a playful glint in my eyes. “I mean, you do hold the title of ‘cool dad.’”

“True, but I think you’ve got the ‘number one mom’ badge on lockdown,” he replied, his gaze warm and sincere. “Just look at him. He loves you more than anything.”

My heart swelled at his words, and I looked down at our baby, who was finally content. “I love you too, little one,” I whispered, brushing my thumb against his cheek.

“See? You’re doing great,” Van said, leaning back against the headboard, his expression filled with admiration as he watched us.

“I guess���But God, please stop making me laugh at the worst possible moments!” I said, brushing away a tear that had escaped my eye.

“Not happening, love,” Van replied, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “It’s my job to keep things light around here, especially when it comes to you.”

“Yeah, well, maybe tone it down a notch?” I shot back playfully, my heart lightening despite the embarrassment.

“Never!” he declared dramatically, holding a hand to his chest as if I’d wounded him. “I refuse to let you wallow in seriousness when we could be laughing instead.”

“Okay, okay, Mr. Comedian,” I said with a laugh, shaking my head. “Just keep it to a minimum while I’m feeding, please!”

“Deal,” he said, chuckling softly. He leaned closer, his eyes twinkling. “But just so you’d know I’d do anything to see this beautiful smile.”

“Not helping!” I protested, but I couldn’t suppress the smile that crept across my face. Our baby, blissfully unaware of our banter, continued to feed peacefully, and I felt a rush of warmth wash over me at the sight.

“Just trying to keep the mood light,” he said, his tone softening as he reached out to stroke our son’s head gently. “You’re doing an amazing job.”

“Thanks, Van,” I said, my voice sincere as I looked up at him. “It really means a lot to have you here with us.”

“Always,” he promised, his expression serious for a moment before his playful grin returned. “Now, how about I whip up some snacks while you handle our little one?”

I laughed, feeling lighter as I settled into the rhythm of the moment. “Sounds perfect.”

“Alright, time for me to work my kitchen magic,” he declared with a flourish, winking at me. “What are you in the mood for? Snacks? Smoothies? A five-course meal?”

“Oh, you know, just a five-course meal would be nice,” I teased, rolling my eyes. “But seriously, I’d love some fruit and maybe a little something crunchy.”

“Got it! Fruit and crunchiness coming right up!” He turned and walked out of the room, his light-heartedness echoing in the hallway.

I smiled to myself, grateful for how effortlessly he filled our home with laughter and joy. A few moments later, I heard him rummaging around in the kitchen, talking to himself as he searched for snacks.

“Where the hell did we put the damn apples? Are they hiding?” he muttered, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics.

After a few minutes, he returned with a plate piled high with sliced apples and some almond butter on the side. “Voila! Your snack is served, m’lady,” he said, presenting it like a fine dish.

“Wow, you really outdid yourself,” I said, feigning a dramatic gasp. “I might have to hire you as my personal chef.”

“Just call me Chef Van,” he replied, setting the plate down on the side table before leaning in to give our son a gentle kiss on the forehead. “How’s my little man doing?”

“He’s good, just taking his time,” I said, glancing down at our baby, who was still happily nursing. “He’s definitely got your laid-back vibe.”

“Lucky kid,” Van said, grinning as he sat beside me on the chair. “I take my time with her too, bud.” He winked at me.

As I tried to contain my laughter, our baby finished nursing and pulled away, a small contented sigh escaping his lips. “There we go, little champ,” I said, adjusting him gently in my arms.

Van leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re the best, you know that?”

I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I gazed at him. “We both are,” I replied, my heart full.

“Alright, how about I take him for a bit while you enjoy your snack?” Van suggested, holding out his arms.

“Sounds perfect,” I agreed, passing our son over. Van cradled him with the utmost care, his expression shifting to one of complete adoration as he looked at our baby.

“Ready for some daddy time, bud?” he said, and our son cooed in response, his tiny hands reaching out for his dad.

As I watched them, a wave of happiness washed over me. I picked up the plate of apples and almond butter, taking a bite as I enjoyed the beautiful sight before me—a family filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

As Van took care of our boy, I could feel my eyelids growing heavier. The soothing rhythm of our baby’s soft breaths and Van’s sweet words lulled me, and before I knew it, I had dozed off in the chair.

“(Y/N)??” Van whispered softly, his voice pulling me back from the depths of sleep.

“God, I’m sorry,” I mumbled, blinking groggily.

“Don’t be sorry. Let’s get you to bed,” he said, gently smoothing down my shirt and pulling the covers over me.

“That chair is just too comfortable,” I said, groaning a bit as I stretched.

“I know, right?” Van grinned, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“But this is way better,” I said, nestling against his bare chest, feeling the warmth radiate from him.

“Indeed, love,” he replied, wrapping his arms around me protectively.

“I love you so much, Van. You’re the best father ever,” I whispered, my heart swelling with gratitude.

He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “I love you too, and I’m just doing my best to help out. You make it easy.”

I could feel the weight of the day lifting as I let his warmth envelop me. For a moment, everything felt perfect. The world outside faded, and it was just us, cocooned in our little family bubble.

But then, our son stirred in Van’s arms, letting out a tiny whimper. Van gently adjusted him, cooing softly to soothe him.

“Shh, buddy, it’s okay,” he murmured, rocking him gently. I watched in awe as Van effortlessly transitioned from partner to father, the way he handled our son with such care igniting a warmth in my chest.

I felt a pang of love for both of them, my heart swelling with pride. “You’re a natural, you know?”

Van looked up, his blue eyes sparkling. “Just following your lead.”

I smiled at him, feeling a wave of contentment wash over me. “Let’s see if we can get him back to sleep before I pass out again.”

Van chuckled softly, carefully transferring our son to my arms. “You’ve got this, Mama. Just rock him gently.”

As I cradled our baby against my chest, I could feel the familiar warmth of his little body. I began to sway gently, humming a lullaby I had sung countless times before. Van joined in softly, his voice harmonizing with mine, creating a beautiful melody that filled the room.

As I watched our son relax, his tiny fingers curling into my shirt, I felt a sense of peace envelop us. It was moments like these that made the chaos of parenting worth it.

“See? Easy peasy,” Van said, smiling down at us.

I looked up at him, feeling grateful for his support. “I don’t know how I’d do this without you.”

He grinned, leaning closer. “You’ll never have to find out. We’re in this together.”

With our boy nestled between us, I felt more connected to Van than ever. As our son’s eyes fluttered closed, I knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them hand in hand.

After a few moments of silence, I whispered, “What do you think he’ll be like when he grows up?”

Van pondered for a moment. “I hope he’s kind, like you. And maybe a little mischievous, like me.”

I laughed softly. “Mischievous? God help us!”

“I’d say we’re already halfway there,” he joked, glancing at the toys scattered around the room.

“True. But you know what? As long as he’s happy, that’s all that matters,” I said, feeling the weight of responsibility settle comfortably in my heart.

Van leaned in closer, pressing his lips against my forehead. “I couldn’t agree more. And with us as his parents, I think he’ll be just fine.”

With a shared smile, we settled into the quiet of the night, the soft sounds of our baby’s breathing filling the air. In that moment, surrounded by love, I knew we had everything we needed.

[juceynightmare]

dating 101 (18+) part 14 - cody rhodes x reader

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dating 101 (18+) masterlist

pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, roman reigns x reader

warning(s): swearing, roman’s love language is gift giving

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff

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y/n’s gaze hadn’t left roman’s the second from the second that cody and ted both left the room. “i- wow.” she breathed out, standing up and walking over to roman. she didn’t hide the way she was looking over roman’s outfit, but her gaze had quickly snapped back up to roman in the same moment she felt his hand reach for hers. “you look amazing, roman.” she whispered, watching the way roman brought her hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it and feeling her heart get caught in her throat.

“what i look like pales in comparison to you. you look absolutely stunning, y/n.” roman replied, watching the way y/n’s light blush on her cheeks had deepened. god, she was absolutely glowing, and roman couldn’t help but get lost in her beauty. “sorry about arriving early, i was just too excited for today.” he apologized, bringing their hands back down and lacing his fingers with her.

“it’s ok.” she assured him, unable to stop the smile that crept up to her features as she beamed up at roman. his touch sent literal shockwaves through y/n, and when his attention was on her, it was as if the world had halted to a stop. “i, uh, also got ready really early. i’m pretty nervous about today.” she admitted.

“you have nothing to be nervous about, ok? look, we’re going to go out on this date, get to know each other, and see where this all takes us.” roman assured her, squeezing her hand in his gently and watching as she nodded her head. “now come on, i got a surprise waiting for you in the car.” he told her, letting go of her hand so she could grab her stuff.

“surprise? roman what could you have done to surprise me? and in the car?” y/n questioned, although humor was laced in her tone. she grabbed her phone and keys, remembering that she kept her spare room key in ted and cody’s room so she wouldn’t have to worry about leaving the door open for cody whenever her sheets were done washing. she put her stuff in a white purse and putting her arm through the purse’s handle so it could hang from her shoulder.

y/n took roman’s outstretched hand in hers as the two made their way out of the room, hearing the door shut behind them as they made their way to the exit. “you’ll see. nothing bad, and nothing sexual. get your mind out of the gutter.” roman laughed, as y/n brought up her other arm to wrap around roman’s bicep, and pressing herself closer to roman’s side.

“i wasn’t thinking anything like that!” she defended, looking up at roman and feigning offense.

roman could only shake his head in response and laugh, “sure you weren’t.” he pushed open the door for them to leave the building and make their way out to the parking lot. he guided her to his car, stopping just right before they got to the passenger side door. “alright, close your eyes. i was told to record your reaction.” he ordered her, letting go of her hand and watching as she pulled away from him with a confused look.

“what?” y/n questioned.

“trust me, close your eyes.” he repeated, taking his phone and car keys out of his pocket. roman waited for y/n to close her eyes before he unlocked his car. he walked around her to open up the door, making sure that the gifts were still set up and properly presented before hitting the record button. “ok, come here.” he said, reaching for y/n’s hand and gently pulling her forward. he positioned her so she was facing the gifts before letting go of her hand and adjusting himself so he could get a shot of her reaction. “alright, open them.”

y/n opened her eyes, averting her gaze downwards into the passenger seat and gasping, shock evident on her face. “roman what the fuck? how did you know?” she yelled out, leaning down and taking the pochacco themed sanrio plush bouquet out of the seat. she held it up to her face, smiling at each of the small pochacco plushies that stared at her and feeling tears well in her eyes. “oh roman.” she whispered, turning to look at him and seeing the satisfied and proud smile on his face. “thank you so much.”

“don’t cry on me now, woman.” he teased, reaching a hand out and cupping her face with his hand. he wiped away at a stray tear that had fallen down her cheek with his thumb. “happy?”

“this is the greatest gift ever, how did you know i even wanted one of these?” she asked, stepping forward towards him and standing up on her tip toes. the camera wouldn’t see it, but y/n had mustered up the courage to press a gentle kiss to roman’s cheek before taking a step back and a wild blush to appear on her cheeks.

“say hi to candice and indi! they’re gonna love this video.” he laughed, wrapping his arm around y/n’s shoulders and pulling her back towards him. roman pulled her into his side, pulling the phone away from them and turning so that the camera was on them.

“you assholes.” y/n laughed as she looked up at the camera. “thanks for helping roman, now i’m going to go back to embarrassing myself in front of him.” she giggled.

roman turned his head and leaned down, pressing a kiss to y/n’s forehead before ending the video and bringing his arm down.

“seriously though, what did you do?” y/n asked, turning to look up at him.

“went to your instagram, saw a bunch of posts with your friend group, messaged the two girls that kept appearing, and from there it was smooth sailing.” roman answered and gestured for y/n to get in the car. “alright, let’s go eat some crepes! i don’t know about you, doll, but i’m absolutely starving.”

y/n nodded her head, turning and getting into the car with the bouquet sitting in her lap. roman shut the door for her and y/n buckled up her seatbelt. roman jogged quickly to the other side of the car, getting into the drivers seat. he buckled up his seatbelt and started the car, looking over at y/n to find her already staring at him.

“what are you looking at, doll?” he asked, reflecting y/n’s smile.

“sorry it just feels so unreal. there’s no way we’re about to go out on a date and you got me this amazing of a gift for our first date.” she admitted. “i just… feel so lucky right now.”

roman leaned over, cupping her face in his hand and rested his forehead against hers. “i want to save our redo of our first kiss for later, but if you keep talking like that, then i might just kiss you before our date even starts.” he warned her.

“if you kiss me now, i definitely won’t be disappointed. i think it’d be the best first kiss ever.” she whispered.

roman closed the distance, and kissed her softly. once again, time stopped for y/n as her eyes fluttered shut and she kissed back. roman pulled away from the kiss after a few seconds, a wide smile plastered on both of their faces. “i didn’t want to get carried away.” he whispered before leaning back in his seat. roman put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking spot.

“god, i feel like my whole world just stopped.” y/n laughed as she leaned back in her seat.

“same here, doll. same here.” roman admitted, driving out of the parking lot. he drove the entire way to the restaurant with his hand laced with y/n’s as the two talked about themselves, their goals, and their accomplishments.

as roman drove, y/n took a photo of the bouquet, making a mass group chat with ted, cody, and her high school friends so that she didn’t have to send multiple texts to them.

[candice] oh my god he actually got it

[indi] AHH GO ROMAN!

[dexter] :)

[ted] oh hello random people

[ted] cute bouquet y/n :) have fun!

[cody] only the best for y/n of course

[johnny] ah im guessing thats cody and ted

[johnny] be safe my daughter! he’s a good man if he knew exactly what to get you :)

[austin] cute. but you already know i’d get you a bigger one

[austin] just wait until i see you again so i can finally bend you over and put that plan b to use

[indi] AUSTIN SHUT UP TED AND CODY ARE HERE

[ted] what?

[austin] oh shit i didn’t know there were randoms in here

[austin] i didn’t say anything

[austin] i ain’t say jack shit

[dexter] :|

[candice] god we truly don’t know you

[cody] 100 bucks says i can have her in my bed before yours

[ted] WHAT?

[indi] ok that one HAS to be cody

[y/n] pay austin right now cody

[ted] miss y/n i’m expecting an explanation soon.

[johnny] don’t worry about it, big guy. it’s a “iykyk” situation

[dexter] :)

y/n turned off her phone after reading the following replies. “i just showed it off to all my friends. but i think i made a mistake adding them all into one group chat.” she laughed, squeezing roman’s hand slightly.

“what’d they say?” he asked.

“good things, candice and indi are cheering you on. the boys all liked the bouquet too. but then a testosterone battle started out of nowhere.” she answered, feeling roman rub circles into the back of her hand with his thumb.

“ah, remind me to send the girls the video later.” he told her, letting go of her hand once they reached the parking lot. roman quickly pulled up into a parking spot, parking the car and taking his keys out of the ignition. he unbuckled his seatbelt before leaning over the center console and cupping y/n’s cheek with his hand. he stole another kiss, one that was so quick that y/n didn’t have time to react before roman was pulling away and getting out of the car.

she unbuckled her seatbelt, hid the sanrio bouquet by her feet, opened the door and began to step outside. suddenly, she was pushed back inside gently and the door was shut on her. she looked out the window to see roman, who was smiling widely and shaking his finger at her. then, roman opened the door and held his hand out for her to take. she looked at him confused before taking his hand and stepping out of the car.

“when you’re with me, you’ll learn that you won’t have to open doors.” roman told her, answering her confused look. he was satisfied with the way she blushed and nodded her head, shutting the door once she stepped out of the car and locking it. roman laced his fingers with y/n’s before leading the way into the restaurant. the two were seated fairly quickly, with roman having made a reservation for the two of them ahead of time.

the meal went better than y/n could have imagined. whenever she stumbled over her words or was caught staring, roman would reach over, grab her hand, rub his thumb against the back of it, and smile. they continued to talk about themselves, complimenting each other, and cracking a few jokes.

“so, what made you want to get me the bouquet? i feel sort of bad for not getting you anything in return.” y/n asked.

roman shrugged. “two reasons really. one, i wanted to impress you and two, it’s just something i enjoy doing. i’ve been told that my love language is gift giving - i just really enjoy getting someone a gift and seeing their reaction, you know?” he answered.

y/n nodded her head. “yeah i get that. thank you, by the way. you went out of your way to get me something i really like and-“ she paused, a blush rising to her cheeks. “and i’ve never really had someone that would go through all that.”

roman grinned, shaking his head. “look, i’m going to be honest.” he began, setting down his utensils and reaching out for y/n’s hand. “i don’t know what i want right now. as in like, if i want a long term relationship or not but,” he hated the way y/n had deflated for a split second, before composing herself, “what i do know is that i want to get to know you better, and be there for you. kissing you makes me feel like my world’s stopped and it’s just me and you existing. it’s addicting. and i’ve never had that happen before, and truthfully, i don’t know what to make of it.” he spoke, watching as y/n seemed deep in thought. “but i’d like to explore this… whatever this is, with you.”

y/n nodded her head once roman finished talking and had taken a moment to pause and stare into his eyes. in truth, she was relieved to know that roman seemed to be just as clueless about what these emotions were or the feelings that had seemed to form between them. “i’d like that.” she said, with a smile. “to explore this. us. i’ve never really had something like this before so it’s all new to me too. i’m just relieved to know that i’m not the only one who’s confused by all this.”

they smiled at each other, a deeper understanding forming between them, and a newfound “relationship” hanging in the air.

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[suckerforcate]

AGHHH ure literally my favourite writer on here right now!! u write so amazingly!!

could i request a brienne x reader where it’s a long while after what happened with jaime and reader comes into brienne’s life -u can decide how- and reader is sweet and really really likes brienne which is why reader is a bit clingy. brienne is understandably a little cold and has her guard up and one day lashes out at reader because they’re just gonna leave her too anyway. later she sees reader crying to pod and she feels bad and instead of her apologizing reader apologizes for pushing things and brienne feels even worse and brienne explains her actions so reader promises to never leave her. That’s all. Thank you so much!!

Picnic?

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 1080

Warning: None, hurt/comfort

A/n: Thank you so, so much!! I really liked the idea and I hope I did it justice.

Brienne had been part of Bran Starks Kingsguard for nearly two years now, and she was very happy that Podrick had been knighted and taken in the Kingsguard as well. Even if she would never admit it she would have missed him terribly. Other than her, Podrick was really open towards new people and always found new friends.

And one day he introduced Brienne to you. She felt that she was instantly drawn to you, but she forbid herself to ever feeling something like that. She didn't want it to go downhill, just like it did with Jamie.

You however, also felt drawn to her and acted on it. A lot. You loved spending time with her. Watching her fight was your favourite thing. Whenever you saw her walk around you accompanied her. Grabbing her arm and happily telling her about your day.

Sure you had noticed her coldness and that she had her guards up at all time. But you didn't take it personally and thought she just needed some time warming up. You never knew how she was treated in her live. Not just the Jamie-thing but also the general resentment people had against her. For you it was unthinkable that anyone could not like her.

You tried everything to warm her up and to look through her guard. You gifted her flowers, you invited her and Pod for dinner, you asked her to accompany you in the city. Most of the time she said no, but sometimes you felt you broke through to her, and she said yes. Still you wouldn't tire and try again and again.

You really thought you were making progress until one day everything went wrong.

It was such a beautiful and warm day, and you had woken up with the idea in your head to ask Brienne put for a picnic. Who could say no to a picnic?

So you prepared everything and went to search for her. Your heart made jumps as you saw her, as an exception not in armour. So you happily approached her and looped your arm through hers. You felt her tense at that, so you respected the boundary and took a step back. But the smile didn't fade. You still beamed at her.

"Brienne, I thought it would be the perfect day for a picnic? Would you like to accompany me? Pod could also come if you'd like." You saw her look annoyed at that and already braced yourself for the coming rejection but what came next was something you never expected.

"No, (Y/n). I do not want to go on a picnic with you. Could you please stop annoying me all the time? I know you're just going to leave me anyway. So stop bothering and let me be." You had never heard her getting so loud and harsh. For a second you didn't even know what to say. But as you felt the tears prick in your eyes you mumbled out an apology and turned around on the heel. So no picnic.

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You didn't even know where to go. The tears were now streaming down your face like a waterfall. Your first thought was Pod. So you went to find him.

"(Y/n), what has happened?" Podrick pulled you into a hug and sat you down next to him. You cried his whole shirt wet. But he didn't care.

"I- I thought I was breaking through with Brienne. It seemed like she wasn't as cold anymore, but I just asked her out on a picknick, and she completely lashed out. What have I done wrong? Why does she hate me Pod?" Pod looked at you empathically.

"I'm sure she doesn't hate you. She's just been hurt a lot and doesn't trust easily. It's hard for her to express her feelings."

"No, I pushed her too much. I'm sure she hates me now." You clung to Pods shirt and cried even more. What neither of you knew was that Brienne had also wanted to talk to Pod, and she had heard your conversation. She felt bad. Really bad. She didn't hate you, and she never wanted to be so harsh. She was just scared.

"(Y/n), I-" She came around the corner and in less than a second you were on you feet. Starting to ramble an apology.

"I'm sorry, Brienne. I shouldn't have been so pushy. You clearly aren't interested, and I should have accepted that." More tears fell down your cheeks, you couldn't even stop them.

Brienne took a step forward and against all her instincts she grabbed your hands and sat down with you. Podrick slowly left you to alone, knowing that you really needed to talk. Alone.

"There is no need for you to apologise, (Y/n). I am the one who should apologise. I had no right to shout at you and get so loud. I don't hate you. I really don't, please never think that. I just... In the past I have been hurt, a lot. From my childhood on people have called me names, made fun of me, bullied me or called me 'Brienne the Beauty'. Of course that was a joke. But because of that I have always been very reserved and, quite frankly, alone. But a few years ago I fell in love. For the first time ever I trusted someone, and I was instantly hurt. He left me for someone else and died protecting the Queen. After that I swore myself to never trust anyone again. I would be hurt sooner or later." To be honest, you were shocked. It had never occurred to you that Brienne could not be liked, that she could have even been bullied and called names. To you she was just perfect. And you told her that.

"I'm so sorry, Brienne. I didn't know any of that. I can't believe people are so cruel. But I can promise you: I will never leave you. To me, you are perfect and amazing. There is nothing about you to make fun of. Each little part and thing about you makes you special. Every flaw, every imperfection, every insecurity." You warmly smiled at her and stroked over her hands. Your tears long forgotten.

"Thank you, so much." Brienne tightly hugged you and even though it still took some time for her to fully grasp it all, she started to trust you more and more. And she even learned to get used to the physical touch.