#hiding this in the tags bc it’s kind of embarrassing and i need to get it off my chest

[lovebloods]

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[nereidprinc3ss]

pretty little things

in which you can't keep hiding your stuffed animals from your boyfriend. spencer would like a formal introduction.

fluff! warnings/tags: gn!reader I think, newish established relationship, they're so cute, reader is still kinda shy around him, I'm really obsessed with this dynamic actually, implied intimacy if you decide to interpret it that way, kissing/maybe mildly suggestive a/n: this is dedicated to my friends @parfaitblogs and @gublersg1rl bc in another universe we are actually just three jellycat plushies on someone's bed which is where the inspo for this little thing came from. and thank u willow for naming your fox. ok bye love u hope u enjoy !! :D

The first time you’d shown Spencer your room, and the handful of times he’s been in it since, you very intentionally hid your stuffed animals underneath the bed. After all, you’re an adult. You have a grown up job. And you don’t need him thinking you’re some kind of freak this early into the relationship. You like him too much. 

Today, however—you didn’t have any warning. He comes over unannounced, which is all well and good, until you bring him to your bedroom so he can sit on the bed while you change from work clothes into something comfier for movie night. As soon as you open the bedroom door, you see them, lined up neatly by your pillow, and you know it’s too late. 

“Uh…”

Spencer runs into your back and takes it as an excuse to settle his hands on your hips as he peers over your shoulder. 

“What?”

You slip out of his easy hold and skitter to your bed, practically throwing yourself on the mattress and sitting unnaturally as the little beaded eyes of your friends dig into your back. Even your brightest smile doesn’t distract Spencer. He’s like a bloodhound for the truth. At least, that’s the sense you’re beginning to get. 

“What are you doing?” He tries again, eyes narrowed and closing the door carefully behind him. 

“Nothing!”

The urgency with which you say it has his eyebrows raising. Obviously delighted by the embarrassing secret he’s sure to uncover, he approaches. You lean back further even as he towers over you until you’re almost on your back and he’s folded over you, menacingly (and dizzyingly) close. This sort of position is still new-ish and has your heart pounding, even if it’s entirely playful and ostensibly innocent. 

“Nothing? Are you sure?”

You nod, still shying away from him into the pile of pillows. Without looking he reaches under you and pulls out your pink bunny. You squeak and hide your face. 

“What is this?” He laughs, and you yank it away, sitting up so he’s forced to give you some breathing room. The bunny is cradled protectively in your arms, though you try to hold it a bit more casually when you notice. 

“I said it’s nothing.”

“What about the other two behind you? The fox and the… what is that? A deer?”

“No—”

“I didn’t even know they made deer stuffed animals—”

“Spencer, stop!”

He does, at the desperate tone of voice and the way you’re still hiding from him. 

“No, no! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tease you. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m sorry.”

As usual he’s over apologetic, now sitting knee to knee with you on the mattress and leaning down to try and catch your eye. You huff and grant him some eye contact just so he doesn’t go over the edge with worry. 

“But it’s embarrassing.”

“No, it’s really not,” he laughs. “It’s cute. I can’t believe you’ve been—what, hiding them from me? This whole time? That’s like not telling me you have kids.”

“It is not like that.”

“Hm. I don’t know, I think you should probably introduce me.”

You give him a look, letting your head fall to your shoulder. “Spencer.”

“I’m serious. I’m going to be apart of their lives now. You can’t keep shoving them under the bed every time I stay the night.”

This nerd is going to be the death of you. 

Eventually, you groan reluctantly. 

“Fine. Okay, um—this one is… well—her name is Bunny. It’s not… very creative, but it’s—that’s just her name, okay?”

Spencer doesn’t react to your unjustified defensiveness—only grabs your bunny’s round little pink paw and shakes. “Enchanted.”

“Shut up.” Your face is so hot as you bury your smile and set Bunny aside, making sure she’s comfortable against the pillow before bringing out your deer. Spencer doesn’t have the shit-eating grin you were partially expecting when you glance up at him from beneath your lashes—he’s smiling, but it’s so soft. A little twisted, like he’s holding back the full extent of it for your sake. But you wouldn’t mind it at full power. It’s like he’s hiding the sun in a saucepan and the lid’s not on quite right. And he’s looking right at you. Like you’re the source of all his joy. 

A moment passes. You clear your throat and look back down. “Um—this is Bambi. ’Cause—you know.”

“I do,” Spencer agrees genially, nodding as if this were a normal conversation. “Kind of a dark thing to name your deer, though.”

“You’re judging,” you accuse balefully. He chuckles and his hand finds your knee, rubbing apologetically. 

“I’m not, I’m not! I take it back. I retract it. Continue, please.”

For a moment you only pout, but it doesn’t deter him—he simply looks at you expectantly, and now those syrupy eyes come with the added bonus of his hand on your leg. Fine. He wins. But not without a deep, tortured sigh from you while you’re grabbing your fox that makes the corner of his mouth twitch up. 

“This one is…”

The name dies on your tongue, too ridiculous to be said out loud. 

“Tell me,” Spencer pleads in that gentle voice and with those big eyes that you’d consider burning him at the stake for because that look on his face has to be witchcraft. 

“Okay but you can’t laugh,” you insist in one quick breath, giving him a serious look that he can only partially reciprocate. 

“No laughing.”

“It’s… Mr. Cuddles.”Spencer bites the inside of his cheek to keep his promise. You melt inside both from embarrassment and from the way it only further defines an already superbly sculpted bone structure. “Do not.”

Spencer scoffs at your warning. “Don’t what? I’m behaving.”

“Don’t make fun of Mr. Cuddles!”

“Does it look like I’m making fun of him?”

“Her.”

“What?”

“Her. Mr. Cuddles is a girl.”

“I see… can you explain that to me?”

“If a human person said I am a girl and I would like you to call me Mister, would you question that? Would you ask them to explain it to you?”

“I guess not.”

“Exactly. Don’t be rude.”The way Spencer is looking at you now, eyes so clear and still so full of affection, like you’ve got some sort of heavenly spotlight trained on you, lips parted as if to say something but still silent, has you forgetting your momentary confidence. You shrink. “What?”

“I just… you’re amazing.” You throw Mr. Cuddles at his chest and fall into your pile of pillows with a groan. Spencer only continues rubbing your leg. It’s very nice, actually. He’s gentle. And patient. “You don’t believe me?”

“I don’t believe you came to this conclusion just because I introduced you to my stuffed animals.”

“Not solely because of that. There are a lot of contributing factors. I mean, the stuffed animal thing helped.”

“It’s embarrassing,” you insist for the umpteenth time. 

“It’s adorable.”

Spencer pushes pillows aside and lies next to you so you’re eye to eye. It’s nice how his presence isn’t exhausting the way people sometimes are. He’s easy to exist with. He makes you enjoy existing a little more than usual. Even now. 

You raise your eyebrows and speak, cheek squished against fabric. “I’m a serious adult.”

“I know you are,” he assures with a solemn nod. 

Your eyes narrow ever so slightly. 

“Okay… well… don’t go forgetting that. I’m fun but I can also be not fun.”

“I’d love to see that.”

“No you wouldn’t. You would hate it. You’d be so scared.”

Spencer gives up on holding back a smile and moves his hand to tuck hair behind your ear. 

“You’re right. I’m already terrified. The anticipation… it’s killing me, you know?”

You’re giggling as you roll over on top of him and he roots his hand in your hair, pulling you in for a long, smiley kiss like he knew it was coming. Only when he blindly throws your stuffed friends from the bed do you pull away—just by an inch or so. 

“No respect,” you scold playfully. He kisses you again, tangling your legs and hands wandering. 

“Can I apologize later?”

You’re good with that. 

[eveandtheturtles]

"The Bath Tub Incident"

Pairing: Bayverse!Leo X You

Summary: A little mishap in your apartment ends with you needing to stay a bit with the brothers. They are curious what happened.

Rating: Strong T for some words and topic I guess lol

A/N: everyone mentioned are 20+ y.o.

A/N2: do you ever see a post on Tumblr and it is too fucking funny to not torment Leo with it? Here we go.

Tag train: @madammuffins @tinkabelle19 @leosgirl82 @sharpwindow @raphsmuneca @m1dnyt3-w0lf @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter @fyreball66 @dilucsflame33 @scholastic-dragon

"Hey, Leo?" Donnie looked at his eldest brother over the breakfast table.

"Yeah?" Leo replied then took a bite of his sandwich.

"Not that I have any business in it but I think we both are kind of wandering," Donnie took a glance at Mikey and Raph, who were now listening in like hawks. "And don't get me wrong I love your girlfriend, we all do..."

"Can you just get to the point?" Leo hated when Donnie was beating around the bush like that. He knew exactly where the genius bastard was going. He was mortified of the question but like, just get over it.

"Right, so how exactly did that bathtub brake?"

"Well, Donnie, as you said before it isn't-" Leo started, through his gritted teeth.

"We tried to have sex in it and we slipped," you cut him off.

Leo covered his face. Here it comes.

"I TOLD YOU!" Mikey jumped up banging hands on the table. He started silly dancing around the table. "I was right, I was right, oh yeah. Who's right? It's Mikey!"

Raph was too busy howling in laughter, while Donnie looked like the smuggest motherfucker on Earth.

"This is what I was trying to avoid!" Leo hissed to you.

You shrugged and stuffed your mouth with pancakes. "What were you going to tell them? That the Foot invaded my bathroom?"

The look on his face told you everything.

"Oh, my god!" You swallowed quickly not to choke on your food.

"I was going to stage things up a little!" He tried to defend himself.

"Like how?!"

"I don't know!" He threw his hands up.

Next to you Raph was crying laughing, his head on the table banding his fist on it.

"You ripped my shower fixture and bent my tub! You wanted to add more to the damage cost?!" You gaped at the audacity.

"It seemed like good idea at the time!" Leo hid his face in his hands. Hiding his shame.

"Y'all owe me 20 bucks!!" Mikey shouted from across the lair. His arms in the air. Hero posing.

"You are so lucky your dick snapped last night bc I swear to god-" You started and Leo made a whiny noise.

Donnie made a zoom on Leo's face. This was going into family archive of the most embarrassing breakfasts folder.

[starstruckmoony]

Can I get a FIC abt the reader being Theodore’s gf and best friend and she’s embarrassed and alone in her dorm bc of cramps and they are REALLY REALLY bad and he just comforts her and they snuggle and he gives her his hoodie and fluffy!! (I’m dying from my cramps in my bed rn 🙏 I need comfort from my book bf)

thank you for this request anon!! i am so so so sorry for taking longer than i should have but i've just been all over the place with requests and in just general this past week 😭 so yeah i am a little late but i hope you're feeling better and that this meets your expectations <333333

in between.

masterlist , requests

pairing - theodore nott x slytherin!reader

trope/tags - fluff

word count - 1.7k

warnings - descriptive period pains

waking up in time for class was always difficult for you. not even because you were lazy or didn't care about your grades enough, but mostly because theodore, your boyfriend and number one favourite person in the world, had an annoying little habit of staying inside of your room until pansy chased him out because she wanted her beauty sleep. most of the time, that would be somewhere around two in the morning. and you had to get up at six. four hours of sleep. wonderful. usually, you didn't mind. you didn't like getting out of bed, anyway.

but this morning, you very much minded. your eyes snapped open, you weren't entirely sure what had woken you up. you grunted, irritated, and disappeared under your two blankets to shield yourself from the cold of the dawn, sighing when your realised you that you'd have to get up in no less than ten minutes. with transfiguration as your first class, too. how you loved having to turn tables into chairs first thing in the morning.

but then you felt it. a terrible sensation in your abdomen, so harsh it felt like sharp knife was slicing through you. it took everything in you not release a pained moan. the discomfort spread almost all the way to your upper thighs, coming in constant strong waves. you groaned, hiding further under the covers and curling yourself up into a ball.

you wanted to cry. not only were you exhausted, but you were also in a tremendous amount of pain. you had got your period the night before, and it was going kind of smoothly... as smooth as they go... so you weren't really expecting to wake up with a dying wish to pass the hell away barely five hours later.

pansy's footsteps sounded throughout the room, and you heard the bathroom door shut. you didn't move a muscle. a few moments later, it opened again, and she paced around for a bit, shuffling through her trunk and then your own when she couldn't find a clean pair of socks. she was humming some tune as she got ready, seeming to be in an okay mood, but then she scoffed. her steps got louder as she neared your bed, pulling the covers off of you.

"bitch, you'll be la– oh merlin, are you alive?" she was a little startled seeing you resemble the appearance of an ill victorian child, but nevertheless took a seat at the edge of your mattress, "no." you dragged out, retrieving your precious blanket. you couldn't recall the last time you felt this bloody awful.

"period cramps, huh?" she made a sympathetic face at you, very familiar with that struggle. you only nodded. she hugged you and stayed like that for a bit, before standing up and walking over to her drawer. she dug out a few chocolate frogs and tossed them over to you.

you muttered a strained thank you, collecting them all. you placed them onto your night stand, grunting. you knew that they probably wouldn't help as much as you wished for them to, but you still appreciated your friend for trying. it was the least she could do in those circumstances.

she sighed, picking up her bag and throwing it over her shoulder, "i'll tell mcgonagall you won't be coming in today." you sat up immediately, getting a bit stressed, "don't tell theo."

"huh?" she deadpanned, eyeing you like you had gone mental.

"i don't want him to worry." you explained with a shrug, wincing when the cramps got stronger. you knew what your boyfriend was like, meaning you were aware that he'd come running right to you if pansy were to tell him about the dreadful state you were in. you didn't really want him to see you like that. your head was beginning to hurt, too.

she rolled her eyes, "as if he won't come looking for you the moment he sees you aren't with me." she bent down and picked up a dirty stocking, throwing it at you. and she was right. theodore loved you more than all of his friends combined, so you could already picture him bolting through the dungeons and straight through your door after seeing that you were missing. he wouldn't even have to be told why you weren't present.

pansy left then, leaving you to suffer all alone. you were barely able to get out of bed to clean yourself up. even moving around was hard. it took you about two minutes to drag yourself to the bathroom and and another fifteen to leave it. managing your hygiene had never been more exhausting.

just as you collapsed back into your bed, ready for a few more hours of torture, the door of your room opened. there went theodore, holding one of his hoodies, a bunch of period products you weren't sure how he acquired, and some chocolates he had stolen from lorenzo's drawer. your heart may have simply melted.

"hi." you peeked at him from beneath the covers, your voice small and tired.

"oh, love." his face twisted with concern as he took in the sight of you. he quietly shut the door and was next to your bed in a matter of seconds. he clumsily set all of the things he brought onto your nightstand, eager to have you in his arms as soon as possible. he shrugged off his robes, kicking his shoes away too. you tried to sit up, and once you did, he took the opportunity to take the shirt you had slept in off of you. he replaced it with his hoodie before settling down next to you. it smelled like him, which was also one of your favourite things in the world. you sighed, a warm feeling overwhelming you.

"tell me if you need anything and i'll get it for you, okay?" he brought the blankets all the way up to your neck, throwing an arm around you and pulling you close. he was willingly missing out on classes for you. could you just let that slide?

"theo–" he placed a finger against your lips to hush you, "i can take one day off, it's not like it's gonna kill me." he retrieved his hand.

"but–"

"no buts." he made you get closer, and you let out a startled giggle, momentarily forgetting about the pain you were in.

you laid there in silence for a little while. theo was rubbing comforting circles into your back, pressing a kiss to your forehead every now and then. it eased you a little bit, and you weren't feeling so terrible anymore. the pain was still there, but whatever he was doing made it a little easier to bear.

"is it really bad?" he questioned after seeing you had scrunched your face up. you hummed and he sat up, reaching under your bed. "where is it– oh." he pulled out the hot pack he knew you sometimes used in similar situations, heading for the bathroom to fill it up with warm water. he returned rather quickly and reclaimed his position on the bed. he adjusted your pillows and placed the hot pack against your stomach, throwing an arm around you again. it made it a little difficult for him to pull you completely against his chest, but your own comfort mattered more to him.

"thank you." you sighed. he gave you a look, not a particularly annoyed one, but one that told you that you didn't have to thank for him doing things like that. he pecked your nose, the urge was too difficult to resist. you exhaled comfortably, taking a hold of his hand and intertwining your fingers.

he began massaging your knuckles, and you shuffled closer, as close as it was possible, burying your face into his chest. he kissed your hand this time before releasing it, and tangled his fingers in your locks instead. you loved it when he played with your hair, and he loved it just as much, mostly because you were giving him a fantastic excuse to touch you.

"what explanation did you come up with for missing classes today?" you questioned, suddenly feeling curious. your cramps slightly reduced in their intensity, so you didn't mind talking or even getting up for a bit.

"i just told it as it is." he shrugged, continuing to play with your hair. he tucked a strand behind your ear, smiling at you.

"what?" you chuckled in surprise.

"i told mcgonagall my girlfriend wasn't feeling well and that i wanna take care of her." he was so, very causal about it. you were surprised he actually knew what to do to help you. you did assume he asked pansy, but it at least meant that he cared. and it made you that much more happy to have him there with you.

"really? what did she say?" you raised an eyebrow.

"she was a little annoyed but she understood what i was getting at," of course she did, she couldn't not, "and then she told the other boys to take notes," he grinned proudly, "draco especially."

you burst out laughing, "that did not happen."

"yes, it did," he snickered against your cheek before placing a big, loud kiss against it, "you can ask anyone." he pulled back, but did not move away. you were so close that your noses were touching.

"hm, i think i'll take your word for it." he smiled again, and you pecked his lips, another way to thank him for doing all of that for you, "i love you." you whispered.

"i love you more." he gave you a cheeky grin.

"wrong." you retorted playfully, poking at his chest.

"that's up for debate." he put his hand over yours, holding it in place.

"do not argue with me." you warned, not very seriously, though.

he snorted at your teasing reply, but didn't push the discussion any further. on a different day, he probably would have. that one adored getting on your nerves more than anyone else in the world, but he wasn't so stupid to do it when you were having such bad period pains. there were other things to be done. he said he'd give you cuddles, and kisses, and hugs, and snuggles, and even more kisses and everything in between. and he did just that. that one time, and all the other times.

[pollyanna-nana]

Thinking about Thistle’s potential character dynamics with the others.

He and Marcille have so much in common I bet after the initial awkwardness they’d have so much to talk about wrt feeling out of place and being scared of watching loved ones die before you.

I think he and Chilchuck would squabble a lot but in the “oh this is a punk ass teenager” kind of way. Ultimately though Chil’s a dad he can’t hold it against him.

I bet he’d be rly annoyed by Laios’ monster infodumping but secretly be fascinated and love listening to it. Probably gets called out for it at least once and is extremely embarrassed while Laios is oblivious (as always).

Senshi I actually think they’d get along well upon realizing that they both have a lot of experience thinking about and tending dungeon ecosystems but from different directions (as dungeon dweller and dungeon lord). Plus he would absolutely try to get Thistle to eat more.

Izutsumi I can see them clashing because their backstories actually have a lot of similarities except with very different reactions to the circumstances (Izutsumi hating her captors/the people who bought her and Thistle desperately wanting to please them) but in reality I think if they ever got over that they’d be terrifying together. Absolutely unhinged potential sibling energy if I’m being honest.

Falin would mother hen him into the ground but that’s a given. I can foresee him having to hide from the Falin-Senshi tag team “you need to take better care of yourself!” duo on a regular basis lol.

Mithrun. lol. Obviously Thistle hates his guts for (mostly) irrational reasons but I think hilariously Mithrun has a lot of respect for him. Bc like. He had a really good reason to become dungeon lord comparatively and we all know Mithrun’s favorite thing is talking about how much of a lil bitch he was prior to getting his desires eaten.

Kabru I’m not sure but I think there would be hostilities. Thistle I think would call him out for being fake immediately and with Kabru’s Elf Baggage™️ it might not go well at least at first.

Basically. Give him the found family he deserves.

[ankiebitez]

Comfort

tags: amon x gn! reader (as far as i know), hurt/comfort kinda, implications of the mcs parents death, implications of amons parents death

note: not beta read, drabble i wrote last night bc i could sleep, probably ooc but oh well. mc is kind of just based on my own feelings so. wrote this bc amons my babygirl, posting bc there should be more for him

you were currently staying in the avisos palace for the next few days, courtesy to bael hoping to lure beelzebub back once again. despite being used as bait, bael was at least kind enough to give you your own room to stay in, though now it wasnt exactly being used.

you dont know what exactly it was, but you couldn't get your brain to shut off so you could rest. your brain was just too full of thoughts that you usually tried to suppress, but as much as you wish they'd dissappear they never seem to. instead deciding to haunt you late at night when there's nothing you can do to push them away.

after getting tired of your restlessness you decided to take a walk through the empty halls of the palace, hoping this would do to clear your mind so you could rest.

unfortunately your thoughts only seemed to echo in time with your footsteps, bouncing off the walls of your brain until it was too much to hold together anymore.

quietly you sat down by one of the windows, cracking it slightly to let the cool air hit your face that felt like it was burning up.

truly you didnt know why you were crying now of all times, you were in hell where tons of devils loved you, but you couldn't help but still feel lonely.

a hard painful lump was in your throat while you tried your best to keep quiet with your sobs and sniffles, not wanting to wake anyone. you wouldn't know how to explain why you're crying, there wasnt really a true reason, sometimes you just need it.

despite your attempts to keep quiet, the sound of foot steps came through the hall to the room you were in.

you quickly tried to wipe your face to hide any traces but there wasnt really a need as a blonde haired demon carefully entered the room.

"oh, its you... you're crying" amon thought aloud almost curiously. he had been on night patrol through the palace, making sure no one had snuck inside or if beelzebub had returned yet.

amon came closer to you by the window, a look of concern on his face. "is something wrong? are you hurt?" he asked, looking over you for any signs of physical harm.

you shook your head a bit embarrassed, though there was no hint of judgment in his eyes. "no im okay i was just having a hard time sleeping and all i guess... i dont even know why im crying its just... stuff from when i was younger and i just..." you trailed off, the painful lump in your throat and watery eyes returning.

you didn't need to finish your sentence though, amon had been told about your past already and he can understand without words how pain from years ago can still hurt just as deeply, how you can feel just as lonely.

"oh... I can keep you company if youd like" amon offered, sitting beside you and offering to hold you.

with a hesitant nod, you let amon pull you close to his chest, placing you on his lap and holding you tightly in his arms, feeling the tears continue to well up in your tired eyes despite the feeling of comfort he gave.

amon didnt let go or push you away, only holding you tighter and letting you cry into his chest as you needed.

he silently understood the way you felt, understanding the need to release pressure on these old feelings sometimes, and even though he cant make the lonely feeling dissappear, he promises to keep you company through them.

[sunshinejeonglixie]

SKZ when you kiss them in front of the other members

tags: sfw, ot8, gender neutral reader, skz x reader, just soft no major warnings needed :)

a/n: i was gonna write full scenarios for all of them but then i just... didn't idk. i'd still like to tho so if y'all want that lmk (tho i might write it anyways)

!!Everything written here is fiction, not meant to be taken as real life, if anything here makes you uncomfortable please just block & move on!!

Bang Chan

ears & face get super red.

instantly very giggly and embarrassed, tries to hide so fast.

he’s always their strong leader so the members seeing him getting any affection or being babied in any way, even something as small as a kiss makes him kind of freeze.

Lee Know

cocky mf

loves showing off

wants everyone to know you’re only for him

honestly would probably embarrass you before you embarrassed him

Changbin

biggest ego boost istg (as if he needs it)

would maybe get embarrassed sometimes but most of the time he just stands there with that goofy smile like “yup, this is all for me”

starts trying to get kisses from you while other people are around just bc he likes looking big and strong in front of everyone.

pouts if you won’t give him affection while others are around anymore, gets super dramatic and whiny, stuff like “you must be ashamed of me :(“ even though he knows you’re not

Hyunjin

shy like Chan, super flustered, tries to hide

complete opposite of Lee Know where he really doesn’t want to show off, wants to keep that kind of stuff all to himself, only for him even if it is just a kiss

would pout to you about it later if the members tried to tease him at all

Han

kisses all day every day from this man

it’s a regular occurrence to kiss in front of the members, it doesn’t even faze you, him, or even the members anymore

honestly would be more pouty and sad if you say you won’t kiss him in front of the members

“but baby they see stuff like that all the time :(“

literally the biggest baby, give him kisses or he’ll be sad

Felix

kinda like Lee Know, wants to show off

he knows you look good & he does too, once he knows you’re willing to give him kisses in front of them, he won’t hold back

getting ready for a show? kisses. standing in the kitchen making dinner? kisses. just sitting on the couch doing nothing? kisses.

mans love language is touch and he makes that 100% clear

Seungmin

in the most positive way, he does not care either way

like he won’t be upset if you don’t kiss him in front of them but he’s not shy either

anyone makes any teasing comments to you about it he’d instantly be in protection mode

“shut up leave them alone, not their fault you have no one”

protective bf Seungmin omg

I.N

Shyyyy babyyy

The members tease him for literally anything, pls let the man live omg lol

“ah baby what are you doing” while hiding his face

Hand holding is as far as he will go in front of his hyungs

[gepardling]

what about a shy!reader confessing to gepard and him being so surprised he’s at a lost for words

unspoken heart w/ gepard.

desc. : dis is 1 day overdue bc i was 2 busy playing league w/ friends :(( aphelios has my whole heart... but here it is <3 i erm hope i did dis 1 some justice, my mind ran away w/ me when i started writing o.o i feel like every1 has their own perception of shyness, and as some1 who considers themselves pretty shy in a romantic aspect, i had 2 lay it bare... ( wc : 1.3k )

tags / cw : sfw, just fluff, gn!reader, reader is a shopkeeper, not proofread

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards wasn't one for frivolous pursuits. That being said, they never seemed to come his way either. It was a double-edged sword – And yes, it did hurt. To put it simply, Gepard wanted to have his cake and eat it too. Yet, as long as he never expressed genuine interest in a person (vice versa), he wouldn't budge.

There was, of course, one individual in particular who had grasped the attention of the Captain. It was nothing major, really, just another shopkeeper around Belobog. At most, he found himself stealing glances at you every now and again when he passed by your shop, whether on patrol or off duty. But staying 100% "cool" was something you couldn't quite manage.

The first few times it happened, you thought you were under investigation for tax evasion or something equally crazy. The moment you caught his eye, he would turn away and continue walking, and it was weird. Yeah, he was pretty weird. But he was also just... pretty. It was kind of embarrassing to think how easily you had fallen for the quiet silvermane guard. Each time those intrusive thoughts wandered into your mind, you had to savagely fight off the crimson blush that crept up your neck.

It only made matters worse when he started visiting your shop, actually entering and purchasing an item. You nearly jumped out of your skin when the little bell by the door chimed, revealing the looming silhouette of Captain Gepard himself. His aura was intimidating up close, his steeled gaze seemingly piercing straight through you. It made a lump rise to your throat each time you had to greet him...

Normally, you'd never have a problem working with customers. You would greet them, help them with their orders, take their payment, and thank them. You didn't really need to have any social skills for that; it was just standard workplace protocol. But for some reason, Gepard made it increasingly difficult for you to just be natural at work. You would stutter when you greeted him, almost drop the Shield he gave you as payment, and hide behind the counter for a quick moment to compose yourself every time he left.

It was frustrating, almost infuriating, how your emotions got the better of you whenever he was around. In fact, one day you were beyond embarrassed when he actually tried to have a conversation with you. It didn't help that midway through, he asked if you were feeling unwell because of how red your face was becoming, even encouraging you to go home and get well soon. He was none the wiser about your true feelings, of course, which made you feel both relieved and anxious.

Over time, you came to realize that you must be attracted to him, which didn't do your mental state any good. It completely shattered your resolve each time you saw him from that point onwards. Your hands would shake ever so slightly, and you could barely conceal the tremble in your voice whenever you spoke to him. Though you appreciated the lingering conversations that grew longer with time. It was safe to say that you had grown accustomed to seeing the Captain’s face every day.

Yet, while you were comfortable with the way things are now, people tend to stagnate if they keep doing the same things all the time. The worry that Gepard would grow distant again before you even had the guts to tell him how you felt gnawed at your heart, and the whole situation made you feel anxious, to say the least. The feeling only worsened when he started visiting less and less, and the confidence you'd somehow managed to build up in your comfort zone dissipated before you. 

The rollercoaster of emotions had you feeling a little silly about your seemingly one-sided infatuation with him, and your own reluctance to confront him with your feelings merely heightened your awkwardness. The harder you fell, the more absentminded you seemed to become as a coping mechanism for the crippling shyness that threatened to envelop your being. But your own absentmindedness was about to bite you on the arse the very next time you met with Gepard at the shopfront. 

While you were ringing up his goods, Gepard started a light conversation. It was nothing serious, just some basic how-are-you banter between acquaintances. He told you a bit about the situation on the frontlines and how busy it had gotten lately with a spike in fragmentum activity.

"You know," your voice trailed off, gaze fixated on the Shield you were counting in your palm. "You should take care of yourself out there, I miss seeing you here." As soon as the words left your mouth, you froze up entirely. The heat in your cheeks rose exponentially fast once you realized Gepard’s own wide-eyed expression. Overwhelmed by the accidental confession that slipped past your lips, you found yourself stumbling over your words, desperately trying to salvage the situation. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, a torrent of thoughts racing through your mind. 

How could you have been so careless? The fear of rejection loomed over you, and you wished for nothing more than to disappear into thin air. Gepard's stunned expression mirrored your own internal turmoil. His usually composed demeanor faltered for a moment as he searched for a response. The silence hung heavy in the air, and the weight of your confession seemed to press down upon you, suffocating any semblance of composure you had left.

As you fumbled to correct yourself, the words tumbled out in a jumble of awkward phrases and incoherent ramblings. Your mind raced, desperately trying to find an escape from the overwhelming embarrassment that had engulfed you. But there was no way to take back what had been said, no way to erase the vulnerability you had just laid bare. Gepard's silence wasn't doing you any good either, and you were just about to excuse yourself before you melted into a puddle on the ground.

Gepard's eyes softened, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His hand reached out, lightly brushing against yours as he accepted the change you had hastily pushed into his palm. The simple touch sent a jolt of electricity through your veins, momentarily distracting you from your own embarrassment.

"It's alright," he said, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "I appreciate your concern, and I've missed seeing you too." His words were laced with a tenderness that sent your heart aflutter, a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos of the moment. You stood behind the counter, heart still racing as you attempted to come to terms with what just happened. You blinked several times, but Gepard remained standing in front of you, confirming that he was in fact not a hallucination.

"I- uhm… I mean- No, err… Thank you for supporting us!" you rambled on, "Our shop, I mean, not us like, people, that would be silly…" All the while your eyes desperately searched the room. Your nervous laughter chimed through the shop, and by this point you've caught quite a few people's attention. Gepard's chuckle joined yours, and the tension in the air slowly dissipated. His easy smile and the twinkle in his eyes reassured you that the momentary awkwardness was nothing more than a shared experience, a humorous twist.

"Don't worry, I understand what you meant," he said, his voice warm and gentle. "And I appreciate your gratitude." His gaze swept across the shop, and a wave of embarrassment washed over you, realizing that your accidental confession had not gone unnoticed by the other patrons. 

Blushing furiously, you offered a sheepish smile to those around you, feeling their curious gazes upon you. This truly was a spectacle to behold, and you were sure to answer some questions regarding your behavior later. Suffice to say, this sudden turn of events was enough to leave you red faced for days on end…

[issacballsac]

“Being Charles Xavier’s Sibling„

Being the sibling of the world’s strongest psychic has perks! Gn reader

Non-Mutant

Would be a great brother honestly

Always cheated in hide and seek

“No way you found me that fast!”

“I’m simply a great player.”

“You totally cheated, Charles!”

He’s support you in any of your endeavours

Likes to go on weekly walks with you and just talk about life especially when you guys get older and have your own separated lives

Probably goes without saying but you would be an advocate for mutants

Raven is basically your sister as well

Def favours you more than Charles when it comes to talking about her problems

Honestly i don’t think he’d let you tag along in the events of X-MEN first class

He’s so fucking soft

Mfs walk all over him and it’s embarrassing

You def would have to defend him in verbal scenarios

Idk if it’s true but he prob plays pool

He beats you more than not

Before he got his fancy wheel chair you would roll him everywhere

Like a little kid with a shopping cart only it’s two grown adults💀

No offence but his fashion sense is horrendous.

You dress him just for the sake of aesthetics

Mutant

Still a great brother

You’ll most likely have similar abilities to him or Emma Frost

Can’t/won’t read your mind

That’s a lie he probably did/tried to once to get you to clean his room💀

Just sibling things

Y’all were low-key menaces as children

Absolute devious duo

He’s so nice but y’know how siblings get when they’re together

Yin and yang Fr

You still dress him bc his fashion sense is STILL terrible whether ur a mutant or not💀

“Why the fuck did you even CONSIDER putting that on, Charles?”

“That’s rather rude…”

Would def want you to be an Xman but would respect if you didn’t want to be

Plays chess with you like the old man he is

Going back to your sister kinda, Raven!

You guys def would get along more

If you had similar ideologies she probably trusts you/confides in you more

If you decided to become an x-men your brother would be ecstatic

While he wants to keep you safe simultaneously he is happy that you’ll help with his vision to have mutants and non mutants living together in peace

If you’re a teacher at the school for the gifted he’ll ask for your input in certain things involving school policy/architectural ideas

You’d help him with any unstable students and it’d get exhausting but worth it to help someone

Despite not needing to be pushed around in his wheelchair anymore you still do it for fun

Cracks jokes about his new bald appearance

You’ve def bought him wigs but he would decline using them

You guys are still hella goofy even as adults

And no matter how old you get you guys will always fight for mutant kind

“A girl I met once told me, mutant and proud.”

“That’s corny as hell, Charles.”

[dino-boyo-agere]

Spider-Man headcanons for @dovey-luv-bug cuz he's da bestest superhero there is!!!

I'm going: Peter Parker, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy & Collectively ╰→ personally, I have the comic versions of them in mind

Peter Parker's Spider-Man -any one of them lol-:

He definitely has ADHD and is constantly stimming.

Also always has some stim toys at hand

Peter is a wild child, always running around.

Confident in his regression and pretty open about it, he actively tries to break the stigma.

Peter tends to get hurt, scraped knees, little cuts, etc. So his cg always carries Band-Aids.

LOVES to play "big brother" for other little ones and/ or kiddos.

He will get mad at you, if you forget to give his teddies a good night kiss on the forehead.

Prefers to read the good night story himself, instead of being read to.

When he's smaller than 7, Peter just makes up a story, that he think would fit the pictures in the book.. reading is hard.

Does not enjoy bath time, it's boring.

Miles Morales' Spider-Man:

Probably definitely autistic..

He is less hyperactive then Peter and prefers to chill and watch cartoons over actively playing.

HUGE cuddle bug!

Bad textures can ruin his whole day.

Gets overstimulated quite quickly, when smol and is prone to meltdowns.

Miles is way less confident about his regression. He tries to hide it because he's embarrassed about regressing.

Extra clumsy when little & needs all his boo-boos kissed immediately!!

The phrase "I'm a big boy 😤" gets repeated like a broken record.. It's not convincing anyone though.

Tends to get lost in "bad thought spirals" and needs his cg to pull him out of them.

Has a plushie he tells all his worries to. It's a dog with a zipper on the belly, so he can write down/ draw his worries and put them in the pouch if their to hard to talk about (yet) and puppy can eat them up.. His cg checks the notes every once in a while (with permission ofc). The plushie's name is "Therapuppy".

Really enjoys bath time, especially the extra attention from his cg.

Likes drawing & crafting of any kind.

Gwen Stacy's Spider-Woman/ Spider-Gwen:

Also autistic, definitely.

She is a flip and i see her slightly leaning to being a cg.

Just like Peter, Gwen talks openly about age regression, to break the stigma.

Also loves to help take care of "little sibbies" when small (just like Peter does).

Likes being called "big sis" when smol and "Ma" when in cg headspace.

Gwen likes to dance when & with little(s)

Definitely overprotective and overly cautious.. even when tiny, she worries quite a lot.

Likes to doctor her plushies and dolls back to health.

Enjoys to play pretend and go on adventures.

Collectively -all 3 Spider-Babs-:

Neurodivergent!!

It's a trauma response for all of them, but Peter & Gwen came to love it and like to regress just for fun and to relax sometimes. Miles will get there too, someday..

Sweetest little angels, so affectionate.

None of them have one certain cg, whichever trusted person is available will take care of the tiny ones! (often a Avengers member.. Though I personally especially LOVE Wade Wilson [Deadpool] as Peter's cg cuz I luv their comics together.. Aunt May is also an amazing cg!! Miles' Mom and Dad actually really enjoy to take care of little him & so does Gwen's dad with her.)

That's all I can think of right now, I might add to it later though! <3

.ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ×ﾟ｡･».ﾟ°･⁠✧ ↓ DNI ↓ ✧･° ﾟ.«･｡ﾟ×ﾟ｡･*.ﾟ.

Tagging @pink-crayon-princess bc they said they'd love to hear some head canons aswell <3

[real-life-cloud]

Hey uhh I vaguely remember reading in your tags somewhere some time maybe long ago that you were homeschooled, do you mind me asking just generally what that was like? Don‘t share if you don‘t want to

Y'know what, sure! I like telling stories and oversharing on the internet tbh. Strap in lol it got long.

Tldr; homeschooling was isolating, it definitely set me back socially. The self paced nature of the work put way too much pressure on me, and now I have terrible choice paralysis and rarely finish a project I start. If you or someone you know is considering homeschooling someone, make sure they know what they're getting into.

A lot of homeschooled kids were put into that kind of schooling because their parents want to monitor them. That's not healthy. I'm sure that's not how it is every time and that there's applications of homeschooling that work for people, but it needs to be done well. Kids need to be properly socialized, supported, and given the privacy they need.

Some background info on why I left public: There was an incident where a teacher yelled at me for no good reason in front of the entire student body during lunch. (I was holding a piece of paper (THAT ANOTHER TEACHER GAVE ME FOR HIM TO SIGN) in the lunchroom which wasn't allowed??) I was EXTREMELY embarrassed and anxious around that teacher from then on. I got moved to a different class so I didn't have to be near him. The guidance counselor was really helpful during the whole thing.

OKAY storytime 📖

"Homeschooling" can mean a couple different things , I did it two different ways at points in my life. I feel like the first thing ppl think of is being taught at home by a tutor or parent, but I wasn't homeschooled in this way. And I was in public school until about 7th grade actually!

However, my mom was super mad, and wanted to talk to the man that yelled at me, but the principal wouldn't let her. They kept giving excuses as to why but the jist was: the guy was an asshole and they knew it. SO mom got fed up with the staff and just pulled me out of public school altogether. It was actually my idea! The thought of seeing that teacher again was so upsetting that I just wanted to leave.

[ I feel like I should also mention that I grew up religious and that it was super common for kids to be homeschooled in my church; you were looked up to for homeschooling your kid bc it "kept them away from bad association" and "gave them more time to devote to god." So my mom didn't really fight me on the suggestion. ]

First, I did cyber school! I was in cyber school from 7th - 10th ish. I was given a laptop that blocked anything fun (but not well, so I zipped right past all the blocks lol) and had online classes. It was similar to how I think school worked during covid? No cameras yet tho, just a teacher on VC with power point slides and a chatroom for students. I was a pretty good student up until this point, but I started barely scraping by a lot of classes and failing others. I think I retook pre algebra 3 times? I passed with a very low D 🫶

And SOME classes were self paced. Those were the Fucking Worst. No teacher, not really. I could technically email a teacher with questions but I was a horribly anxious little 14 yr old so no way was I gonna do that. I remember one year I had a civics class that was self paced and I was so lost and stressed about it that I procrastinated til the entire course had like a week til it was due. And it wasn't just tests, I had to make multiple power points on different topics throughout the course. I had a complete emotional breakdown in front of my mom cause I'd been hiding this from her. I was so afraid she'd be mad, but she helped me finish everything on time. She basically did like half of it for me, bless her. God I hated that class.

So at this point school is going. Kind of really bad. My grades suck and half the time I cheat. I don't really have friends because all I do is sit on my laptop and go to church with my family. I didn't have any contact with my old school friends because they weren't a part of my religion. (Jehovah's Witnesses are super exclusive and cult-y) And teenage me has just realized they're not straight!

Like many isolated, repressed, gay teenagers, I mainly expressed myself online. But a few months after I turned 16, my parents found my secret email account that was connected to all my private social media. It was very apparent I was gay. So I outed myself by accident. They pretty much took away all my access to the internet and started paying super close attention to the media I consumed. I'm just glad they didn't go to our church elders and tell on me for my sins or whatever. Life continued as "normal" with them just. Pretending it didn't happen and hoping and praying that I'd magically turn straight. I actually recently found out that my parents NEVER talked about my sexuality with each other during this stage. They just completely avoided the topic.

[ another note, my entire immediate family is actually out of that religion now, and everybody's cool with the gay thing 🫶 my dad actually told me that my coming out is what made him question some things with our religion. ]

But then it became a question of what I was supposed to do for school. I couldn't be on the Websites That Turn You Gay, but I was also doing bad in school and would be put behind a grade or two. Not to mention I was terribly anxious and hadn't really socialized with people my age for the past 3 or so years.

That's how I started correspondence schooling! Another kind of home schooling. It's exactly what it sounds like. The school sends you books and tests, then you mail back the finished papers to be graded. And you might be thinking, Cloudy didn't you just go over how much you hated the self paced classes in cyber? This sounds just like that but worse! And I would say why yes, anon, I did! Such a good memory!! Gold star for you ⭐

This schooling didn't go great, as you could imagine... I think I finished two classes? This didn't have any time limit, however. So why on earth would I feel any pressure to do anything? Overall it was a giant waste of money. I just kept not doing it! Then life got super crazy, I won't go into detail but it was a rollercoaster of family drama, my mental health being at the worst it ever was, and leaving that religion. And then covid!!!! Everything happens so much 😞

I was so far from my diploma that I gave up on finishing my classes and started focusing on getting my GED. This took me another 2 years lol. I finally got it last summer!! I also landed a new job in the spring after being unemployed for a little over a year. And I just got my driver's license last week! It's taken me a longgggg time but my life is on the roll again. This is probably more than you were asking about but yeah.

[acustardduckling]

I got tagged to do one of those memey things by @emeraldhazeart​ ! I’m going to break the rules and not tag anyone myself but if you’d like to do it, you can say I ‘tagged’ you. its cool!!!

The Rules: Tag (9) people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the following:

Four Ships

oh boy I’m not really a shippy person either ... BUT.

QueenRune

What can I say about these two that I haven’t already?? It doesn’t matter whether it’s the regular universe, or the splatoon universe, or whatever other universe might happen in a fic, I really like these two as a pairing when I’m not paring Alarune with myself

I didn’t go into their initial interactions thinking they’d be a couple, but it helped me discover a lot of things about what I wanted out of Queenie’s character - as well as some things about myself. When authors say that characters ‘have a mind of their own’, it really came into play here.

Alarune also just. Really needed to be loved. While Queenie hasn’t experienced quite the same level of distress, I like to think she understands the place her partner is coming from, and why Alarune behaves the way she does... 

Queenie likes to lump on praise, even though she knows it isn’t always ‘deserved’, but she wants other people to see and appreciate the effort Alarune makes, even if that “people” happens to be Alarune herself - letting her know that she knows how much she tries - 

UM. ANYWAY. OTHER SHPS. I have lots of OC ships like Nightmare/Evian and Pansy/Groa but I’m going to try and think of some media based ones so people have an idea of the dynamics I like (I guess???)  It’s embarrassing bc I have way, way more notps than otps.

Player x Partner in Mystery Dungeon (Particularly Rescue / Explorers / Gates)

Is this a cop-out answer? Am I going to get called names for this one?

I know the whole thing is framed as a really strong friendship, but the absolute devotion the partner has for the player is really sweet. It doesn’t help that they ALWAYS have a moment where the player character “has to go” and you see how absolutely distraught the partner is at seeing them turn into little lights and be erased from existence. It’s okay, though, because they always come back.

They’re an inseparable team, so maybe they can also kiss, as a treat.

Don’t get me wrong, though, I don’t always do ‘shippy’ playthroughs of my PMD games. Sometimes I really am just content with them being friends, you know? But other times it’s just REALLY easy to give them OC names to fill the roles. 

Maki x Kaito (From Danganronpa V3)

This game has an absolutely ridiculous ending, like DR2, but I think these two are really sweet together. Elaborating would kind of spoil some of the plot, but basically he’s a motivational goof and she’s stone cold and they both have something to hide.

Wall-E x Eve

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?????A aaa?A??a?a?a? saaaaAAAAa?a??aa?a? ?a?a?a?aaaa/a//a  THE ROBOTS ARE IN LOVE??!?!?111 A AB  THE SENE AT THE END??? THE HANDHOLDING???  DIRECTIVE??? THIS IS MASTERPIECE ROMANCE CINEMA YOU CANNOT TOP THIS

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AHEM anyway there are other questions:

Last Song: U Sure Do - Strike , embarrassingly enough.

Currently Reading: I really wish I did more reading. The last book I read was Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree, which I really enjoyed (And read in one sitting on the plane). It’s high fantasy with a literal coffee shop AU setting. Its ... soft. Oh, and that has a naturally progressing romance between two of the main girls - another ship that I like! Yay!

Last Movie: I’m going to see the new Mario movie this weekend, but the last thing I watched was The Brave Little Toaster, and for the first time. It was a trip, but I still enjoyed watching it.

Craving: I have a sore throat and could really go for some icecream right now :(

[sideprince]

#REAL#HOW TF DO PEOPLE NOT HATE ON JAMES BC OF THIS

A lot of people - especially when they're young - don't understand that just because you don't see someone's reaction doesn't mean they don't have one. When a kid gets bullied, more often than not they'll do what they can to hide their most vulnerable reactions, which are also the ones that tend to elicit empathy. So onlookers will take the victim's reaction - usually anger - at face value and think that's the only relevant feeling the bullied person has.

Sometimes even if that vulnerable reaction is shown by a victim, onlookers don't know how to handle it. It's deeply uncomfortable to see someone in pain and shed tears; the onlookers' empathy can blocked by their discomfort. When people realize they've participated - even as a bystander - in cruelty against someone, their guilt makes them uncomfortable and if they aren't able to examine this reaction, they'll put up immediate defenses against it, which often include blaming the victim for making them feel this way. So even if the bullied person shows vulnerability, onlookers may prioritize their own need to self-soothe and become defensive instead of empathetic.

Snape is fictional. What happened to him wasn't real and he's set up as an unlikeable character. The goal of this scene was to make the reader question their perception of him as well as of James, but many readers are uncomfortable with that and push back. They might be defending their own feelings and experiences they've had seeing someone being bullied where they did nothing to help. Fiction is a way of processing real life experiences and pushing personal boundaries safely but some people aren't capable of doing that or just not ready to.

I wouldn't be surprised if a good chunk of Marauders stans are bullies themselves in real life and their fandom is an outlet to justify their abuse of others and affirm to themselves an alternate reality, which is necessary to validate their actions.

None of this is an excuse, just an explanation. Ultimately these reactions are self-centered and selfish, but part of growing from childhood into adulthood is to learn how to be less selfish and more empathetic. I think a lot of the people the previous tags are calling out are still in the midst of that process. It takes growth, which often comes with aging, for someone to perceive and check these reactions within themselves and learn in ways that change them. It's good to keep putting posts like this in fandom, because they force people to humanize someone whose humanity they dismissed, and doing this with a fictional character is less scary than in a real life situation, like at school. It also becomes easier for people to deal with this kind of bullying within themselves as their get older, because it becomes much less immediately relevant - it's childish, schoolkid behavior that isn't as aggressive among adults. People may be sharks in their line of work, but you wouldn't see someone pantsing a co-worker in their office. There's a switch that happens where, in middle or high school, bullying like this is scary and has power, but if someone tries to do it as an adult, they're the ones who look foolish and embarrass themselves. So we can assume that most of the people who don't find SWM jarring, or who defend it, are - like the people who act similarly in the book - still teenagers.

Can we just talk abt how humiliated, violated, and helpless snape must’ve felt when James used the jinx on him???? Like wtf poor sev

[islandofsages]

speechless.

summary: in which you don lingerie.

characters: all the playable tall genshin men x male!reader

tags: queerplatonic, canon compliant, fluff, hc format

warnings: hugging, cuddling, touching in general, sleeping in the same bed

author’s notes: i am a trans man who likes the thought of wearing lingerie. so this should be no surprise to you. also bc i found a nice website of lingerie for men! it’s called xdress if any of you wanna check it out ^_^

FEM/FEM-ALIGNED DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. ALSO DON’T MAKE THIS WEIRD/NSFW, I’LL BLOCK YOU TOO.

ayato

you can see his cheeks are tinted with a soft pink and accompanied with the wistful look on his face, you conclude that he’s being absolutely adorable

he’d say you look stunning but you quite literally stunned him into silence. so much so that you grow worried for a second because of his lack of response

you walk over to him to shake him back to life - but then he surprises you with his words, barely above a whisper

“you’re dazzling.”

you shoot him a smile just as dazzling and, though his face remains unchanging, you swear you can see him grow more bewitched by you

when he does finally move, he only blinks as if he’s been broken out of a spell and beckons you to follow him to bed to get some shut-eye

he asks his retainers to get you more lingerie the very next day

childe

he bought that piece of lingerie as a joke and because someone dared him to but you in the piece itself is no joke, oh no siree

he’s about to have a heart attack over how astonishing you look. look, he’s already clutching his heart like the dramatic guy that he is!

jokes aside, he absolutely adores you he always does but especially right now plus he’s glad that the piece ended up not going to waste

he’d shower you in compliments while holding onto you and you’d struggle to thank him for every single one that at some point you just drown in a sea of flattery

“archons, how did i end up with someone as fantastic as you?”

you say you’ll wear it more since he likes it that much and he just screams internally (in a good way of course)

will spend all his savings just to fill your closet with more lingerie with the highest quality imaginable good luck holding him back

diluc

immediately covers his eyes with one arm to hide his obvious blush and tries to walk away, embarrassed beyond a doubt…

…but then he couldn’t resist taking a peek and lingerie aside, he gives up when he sees your disappointed face

“im sorry, you do look breathtaking, i-i was just surprised…”

you tease him by saying that he can stare all he wants that’s why you’re wearing it in the first place and he grows redder, though his eyes never left you

he doesn’t know where you got it but all his questions on the tip of his tongue die - he’s got no time to ask questions, he wants to savor this moment as much as he can

…he just stares at you, the blush never leaving his face. but you don’t mind! you take the chance to strike some poses like some kind of supermodel. you’re lucky it works - his gaze grows ever more enchanted by the second

you can tell he wants to see you in lingerie again so of course you ask him to buy more; and he’s more than happy to oblige.

itto

this guy doesn’t even try to hide it - he’s staring intensely at you, all bug-eyed and his jaw dropped. you can’t help it; you laugh

it does make you feel very loved and much more confident in your skin though. itto’s always been an expert at that

he’d bug some people so he could borrow a kamera and take pics of you being absolutely attractive and you’d have to stop him from causing more trouble for the gang

“i need you framed on every wall in the house, (y/n). you look too good-looking for me to not do anything about it!”

you wanted him to be the embarrassed one but of course, things don’t usually go as planned with him and here you are, the embarrassed one

after convincing him to not take pictures of you in the piece of lingerie, you joke that he’d look good in one himself…and of course he takes that as a challenge

let’s just say you better be ready for tomorrow because he’s gonna blow your brains out.

kaeya

“oh my.”

that’s all he says upon first look. with a surprised expression and all, he takes you in as he looks you up and down

you begin to have second thought about this - surely you can never compete with kaeya’s beauty right? but then he sighs dreamily, interrupting your train of thought

he tucks a strand of hair behind his ear bashfully, which you admit is a bit uncharacteristic but to be fair, you wearing lingerie is pretty rare too

he asks you if he can touch you; if you let him, he’ll simply hold your hands in his and cherish the moment, cherish you

you feel like a piece of art in a museum - with the way he’s admiring you so intently and silently, you feel a blush growing on your cheeks instead

once he’s done staring, he goes back to teasing you, which obviously doesn’t help the blush on your cheeks. even then, you can see the slight pink under his eyes - his laugh couldn’t mask that much.

thoma

oh boy, i think you broke him.

he is as red as a tomato and his gaze is already averted, both out of embarrassment and politeness

you assure him it’s okay to look and that you two are partners after all. but don’t blame him - he’s just respecting your boundaries as always

once he’s finished being embarrassed ready, he’ll look at you in such awe you can see the stars in his eyes

“w-wow…you look amazing (y/n)…”

granted he’s still a bit shy seeing you wear such revealing clothing swimsuits aside but he can’t deny how charming you look

definitely wants to see you wear it again but he’s too shy too admit that

zhongli

if he’s holding anything, do not be surprised if he drops them - not when you look drop dead gorgeous

he coughs and clears his throat, clearly struggling to form a coherent sentence. you can’t help but giggle a bit at his reaction

“you…you look very handsome, (y/n).”

now it’s your turn to stammer. so there you two are, stumbling over basic vocabulary and faces painted light red

he fiddles with his fingers, as if trying to hold back from hugging or spooning you; if you let him touch you, his hands are ever-so-gentle; you can tell he doesn’t want to accidentally touch any inappropriate spots

you two end up spending a nice time cuddling as he drops a compliment or an “i love you” every few minutes

if he wasn’t broke before, he definitely is now because he’s buying you more lingerie and you can’t stop him

[laawlesss]

;; Midnight Escapades .. 

— ;; minific monday ! a oneshot (almost) every monday, usually under 5k words.. (.. usually ..)

>> in which sanji cheers you up.

; words ? ; 4.8k.

; warnings ? ; none.

; genre ? ; fluff/comfort.

; request ? ; no.

; pairing ? ; vinsmoke sanji x reader.

; notes ; first sanji fic !!! this was chosen by the lovely folks in my discord server <3 fem terms used for reader, also sanji is toned down from straight up simp to just a hopeless romantic. fast burn ! bc i was in the mood to write romance. hope u like !!! crossposted on ao3.

    You could feel tears pooling at the edges of your eyes, a stray drop rolling down your cheek. You were so embarrassed. Your first date in ages and you’d been stood up. Sitting all alone, three drinks deep, you probably looked pathetic. Running your hands over your face, you let out a sigh, before pulling out your phone. Your last message of, ‘Hey! I’m here!’ had been read by your date, who’d apparently decided you weren’t worth their time. Dropping your phone down on the table, you picked up your wine glass, trying to decide what to do.

 

    While you were busy staring into the swirling depths of your wine, your waiter had stepped up to your table again. In his hand was a new bottle and a notepad, his posture relaxed as smoke from his cigarette drifted toward the ceiling. You weren’t sure if it was code, but it gave him an odd, charming air that you were drawn to. His striking blonde hair covered one eye, and he had a soft smirk on his face. The small name tag on his apron read “Sanji”.

    “Ready to order now, darling?” The way he spoke was smooth and full of charisma. “Or would you prefer another refill?” He set the bottle down on the table, prepping his notepad as he readied his pen. Seeing your face drop slightly, his demeanor shifted, and his brow furrowed. 

    “Ah, no, no thank you.” You hastily wiped your tears. You didn’t need anyone seeing you cry. “Sorry, I‘ll just uhm, get the check.” You trailed off, clutching the fancy napkin in your lap. You had been so excited, dressed up a little nicer than you usually did, and had saved up your paychecks to go to a fancier restaurant, the one you were currently sat in, the Baratie. You had felt so pretty, so happy, now you felt ridiculous. Your dress seemed foolish and tacky, and you definitely looked a scene sitting alone for going on almost two hours, only asking for a refill as you hoped your date would show. 

    They didn’t. 

    The waiter, Sanji, looked confused, before he slid his notepad back into his pocket and set an elegant hand on the table. “Was something not to your liking?” He pulled his cigarette from his lips and put it out, blowing the smoke away from you. The man didn’t seem like your usual waiter, more intent and focused on you. 

    “Oh! Um, no, the wine was lovely.” Your gaze fell back to your hands folded in your lap, and you bit your lip to hide your emotions that threatened to breach the surface. “I didn’t mean to hog a table, I’m sure another group of customers could have used the seats.” You sighed, reaching for your bag and wallet. “I guess it’s what I get, huh? Choosing a fancy restaurant on a first date and they don’t even show.” 

    Sanji was taken aback for a moment, before a sudden anger and frustration filled his eyes, though it wasn’t directed at you. The way you sent him a wide, half-broken fake smile while you ignored the sparkles of tears that bordered your lashes sent a pang of fury through him. Who would dare to crush your hopes like this? His hand on the table curled into a fist. 

    “So you were stood up?” It was an unnecessary comment, but he was vocalizing his anger. “What kind of bastard does that to such a sweet lady.” His brows were furrowed as his voice took on a furious tone, a slight growl leaving his throat. You weren’t sure why he was so upset, you were sure that he had to deal with similar situations as a waiter for such a nice restaurant. He had been nothing but charming to you as you were waiting for your date, and now that he was showing such emotion on your behalf somewhat drew you to him. 

    You nodded slowly, fiddling with your fingers. “…It’s alright! Maybe something came up.” You fed yourself the line in the attempt to make yourself feel better. The waiter seemed to have fire burning in his eyes. “I’ll, um, get out of your way, I'll just pay for the wine.” Lowering your voice, you pulled your card out of your wallet and held it out to the waiter. With a lightly calloused hand, he gently pushed your card away. 

    “Nah, I’m not going to make you pay for this.” Sanji cracked his knuckles then began to undo his apron, untying the knot from behind his back. You looked at him in confusion. He… wasn’t going to make you pay? What kind of waiter was he? 

    “What? Why?” You stared up at him as he lay his apron on the table, holding his hand out to you. He sent you a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with pure innocence and excitement. 

    “I don’t make a habit of disappointing ladies like yourself. I think that bastard has made you suffer enough on your own tonight, what kind of man would I be if I burdened your wallet as well?” His voice was airy and light, and he seemed to have good intentions. You stayed seated, more confused than anything. “C’mon.” 

    Sticking your wallet back into your bag, you slung it over your shoulder. “Are you.. quitting? What’s going on?” You asked, still unable to really get a read on the situation. He’d taken off his apron, did he decide to quit because you got stood up? It made no sense. 

    “Oh no, not at all. I just figured I’d offer a lady such as yourself a better evening than having to dwell on being stood up.” You took his hand, standing and gently dusting off your dress. “I’m technically the sous chef here, but I was standing in as a waiter due to lack of staff.” He shrugged, steadying you as you gathered yourself. With a soft smile you went along with it, welcoming a distraction. You knew to be wary of strangers, but the man in front of you seemed genuine and harmless. 

    Making sure you had all of your things, you let him lead you away from the table. “Oh. That makes sense, I suppose.” You decided not to think too hard on it. The waiter was attractive and warm with his actions, and you’d found yourself drawn to him from the moment you had sat down. 

    He flashed you a dazzling smile, before stopping by the kitchen. Pausing, he raised his voice enough for the chefs in the kitchen to hear him over the ruckus of their cooking. “HEY OLD MAN! I’M LEAVING EARLY!” Sanji shouted, making sure you were out of the way so he wouldn’t be yelling at you. 

    “NO THE HELL YOU AREN’T, YOU BRAT!” A loud, brash voice answered, and Sanji just sent a middle finger towards the kitchen, not bothering to respond. You didn’t know how to react, before you held a hand over your mouth to suppress a light giggle. You never expected the gentlemanly chef to have such a harsh side to him. 

    “You won’t get fired if you shout like that?” You questioned, amused. In an instant he turned back to you, lightly gripping your hand and leading you to the front of the restaurant. 

    “Probably not.” He shrugged, taking your hand and giving you a light-hearted twirl before moving to hold the front door open for you. “The chef’s like my old man, he’s too soft-hearted to kick me out.” You hadn’t noticed before, but Sanji wore a black double-breasted suit with the sleeves rolled up, something that made him seem endlessly elegant. His gaze was fixed back towards the restaurant as you stepped out, and you took the chance to really look at him. 

    His jaw was sharp and angled, and his dark goatee seemed to fit him perfectly. The eye that wasn’t covered by his fluffy blonde hair was a lovely steel blue, sparkling and intelligent. His brow had an interesting spiral to it at the end, something that intrigued you in the fact that it suited him. His arms were strong and seemed toned, his hands calloused from what you now knew was likely years of experience in the kitchen. 

    He turned his head to you, and you quickly spun away, giving him a small thank you as you stepped out onto the street. The lights of the Baratie glowed behind you, the elegant sign above the front door bright and inviting. There weren’t too many people out since it had grown pretty late, the sky fading to shades of dusk and early night. There was a slight chill in the air and you bundled into yourself to fight off the cold. 

    After noticing your minuscule shiver, Sanji had pulled off his suit jacket in an instant and laid it over your shoulders. “Would hate for a darling like you to catch a cold.” He nodded, resting his hand hesitantly on your lower back. His gesture was welcome, and you weren’t about to reject the warm jacket, but now you worried about him. 

    “Won’t you be cold then?” You asked him with a gentle smile. 

    With a shrug, he gave you a comforting smile. “I’d much rather freeze than allow a lady to shiver.” He nodded, his chivalry shining through with everything he did. Though he was basically a stranger, you felt like you could trust him. Speaking of, he seemed to realize in that instant that he didn’t know your name, and made a show out of asking. 

    With a flourish, he had bowed to one knee in front of you, holding one hand in your grasp as if he was about to propose to you. “Please excuse my incorrigible manners my lady, but may I have the honor of knowing your name?” He was staring up at you like you were made of stars and jewels. 

    You laughed, and urged him to stand, giving him your name. Even just the knowledge of your name seemed to make him elated. He spun, clasping his hands together as he endlessly mumbled affectionate praises. 

    “A lovely name for an even lovelier lady!” He cheered, his attitude much different from when he was arguing with the head chef of his restaurant. His nature, however silly, did lighten your mood. Sanji seemed to glow with glee as you lit up with a smile, embarrassment rising to your cheeks as his compliments struck you. 

    His compliments never seemed to cease, and they began to fluster you thoroughly. It went from subtle ones, like “I’m sure you were out of that damn bastard’s league anyways.” to, “The way your eyes sparkle in the moonlight reminds me of dew in a king’s garden, like jewels in the most extravagant of treasuries.” At this point your stomach was roving with butterflies, and you honestly had never felt prettier. Sanji had a way of speaking that made you feel like the only woman on earth. 

    “How about we go grab a coffee?” He offered, sure that it would warm the two of you up. It was late, but the night could still be considered young. You didn’t have work the next day and could sleep in if you wanted to, and you didn’t think you were quite ready to cut your evening with Sanji short just yet. Though his jacket was offering you a well of warmth, the tips of your fingers were beginning to feel frigid. In a burst of confidence, you reached for your companion’s hand, slipping into his grasp sheepishly. 

    “Yeah. That sounds good to me.” You responded with a short nod, becoming more comfortable with the idea that this was a date. Sanji seemed as though he was going to pass out, the combined feeling of your smaller hand tucked neatly into his alongside your soft voice sounding pleasant and happy hit him like a truck. With his free hand he slapped a hand over his face and turned away from you, a heavy flush over his pretty boy features. His mind was racing and he struggled to calm himself down, taking deep breaths to still his pounding heart. 

    Sanji managed to relax, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. Regaining his dignity, he shot you a dazzling smile that sent your head spinning. He led the way down the street, shortening his strides to match yours. His hand was warm and strong in your grip, something that definitely comforted you. Tugging on him gently, you slipped your joined hands into the pocket of his coat that was still draped over your shoulders. His cheeks were ablaze with heat, his eyes wide as his confusion slowly faded once he realized what you were doing. 

    You sent him a sunshine-filled smile, and Sanji let out a soft sigh. Managing to keep his cool, the chef just focused his eyes ahead of him. He was unsure if he would be able to form actual words if he had tried to speak. Your sweet nature was making him melt, and he hadn’t even known you for more than an hour. He had ultimately decided that he’d made a good decision choosing to take you out to cheer you up. 

    The two of you spoke back and forth, conversation flowing easily as you made your way to the small but picturesque coffee shop that was still open. You ordered your favorite, something sweet, and waited patiently as Sanji ordered a simple americano. You moved to pay, but the blonde fervently declined, adding a honeyed croissant to his order before paying for the both of you. You sent him a look, but he just made another remark about how he wouldn’t be a true man if he let a lady pay for her own order. 

    It didn’t take long for the barista to make your drinks, and soon you had your hands wrapped firmly around the base of a styrofoam cup, enjoying the warmth your drink offered. Sanji took a sip of his americano and let out a satisfied exhale, content with the taste. You blew softly on the steam that rose from yours and waited for it cool before closing your eyes to revel in the sweet flavor. 

    “Good?” Sanji questioned, something in him a bit disappointed that you no longer had the need to hold his hand to keep warm. 

    “Mhm! It’s always good, every time I order it.” You nodded, your breath making small clouds in the chilly night air. Leaning further into Sanji’s coat, you sent him a look, curious about the croissant he had purchased. “To be honest, I didn’t peg you as a pastry kind of guy.” You gave a short, soft laugh as the two of you began walking again, off to an unknown destination. 

    “Oh? Everyone likes pastries, angel.” He grinned wide and gleefully, sending you a smirk. He took the mentioned treat out of the little paper bag the barista had given him and split it evenly, offering half to you which you graciously took. The flaky pastry all but melted on your tongue and it caused you to hum with delight. “See?” Sanji took his own half and savored the sweet honey, pondering thoughtfully for a moment. 

    “I guess so.” Shrugging, you paused for a moment in your walk when you felt your phone buzz. Your eyes widened when you read a text from your date, and you had to tighten your grip on your coffee for fear of accidentally dropping it. 

    ‘im here. wru?’

    Sanji must have noticed your sudden shift in demeanor because he stepped a little closer to you, concern sparking in his bright blue eyes. He didn’t mean to read your texts, but with his short glance he had seen a text from someone who he could only assume was the bastard who had stood you up. From the look of it, he had ignored you for a good two hours, and it sent a wave of fury through the cook. What kind of person left a lady like yourself waiting for two hours? He placed a light but steady hand on the small of your back to make sure you were okay. Somehow you had felt more comfortable with Sanji during the entirety of your short walk than you had when you were messaging your date. 

    “Everything alright, sweetheart?” He asked, partially in an attempt to make sure you were okay, and partially because he wanted to draw your attention off of your date. That smile you had worn so happily had dropped in an instant the second you had received that text and it was beginning to make Sanji’s blood boil. You looked so divine when you were enjoying yourself, now the bastard had gone and filled your beautiful eyes with apprehension and sorrow. Sanji had never met the guy, but he knew he hated him already. 

    “Oh, uh, yeah.” You were startled out of your anxious thoughts by his gentle voice, turning to look at him. “Um, my date just said he’s at Baratie.” Your lips quirked downwards as you tried to figure out what to do. 

    Sanji furrowed his brows and gently tugged you over to a more secluded bench off the sidewalk and next to a cute little park, his hand on your back becoming more of an anchor as your thoughts began to race. Did you go back to the Baratie and pretend as if your date hadn’t left you waiting with no explanation for two hours, or did you stay with Sanji and continue the little coffee date you had found yourself thoroughly enjoying? You felt inclined to return to the restaurant, only because you had set up prior plans even if he hadn’t shown, but what you really wanted to do was stay with the charming blonde cook. Sanji had already treated you better than your date ever had, but your prior engagements still shouted at you. 

    “That bastard.” You heard Sanji mumble before he stepped a foot or two away to light up a cigarette, making sure to blow the sultry smoke away from where you had seated yourself on the bench. “Do you wanna go back?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder. Annoyance and anger was evident in his tone, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you. It took you a moment before you quietly spoke up. 

    “…Honestly, no.” You sighed, coming to a conclusion rather easily. “I just feel kind of bad about it since we did make plans and I won’t be showing up.” Your head tilted down as you messed with the styrofoam cup of coffee that you had set in your lap. You used your fingernails to make small indentations, a small frowny face soon evident in the cup’s exterior. 

    “Why would you feel bad about that? That’s what he did to you. He left you hanging for hours, and he thinks he can just show up now? It’d be perfectly reasonable to tell him to fuck off and block his number. ‘Scuse my language, angel.” He scoffed, unhappily taking a puff of his cigarette as he held his coffee cup loosely in his other hand. It peeved him enough that the guy had the balls to stand you up, but now he was back and demanding your attention. After two hours. 

    You thought over it, before nodding. “Yeah. I probably will.” Biting your lip, you took a final sip from your coffee cup before disposing of it in a nearby bin. You paced over to Sanji, enjoying the slight heat his body gave off against the cold night air. He glanced down at you and jokingly offered you a puff of his cigarette to cheer you up, but was utterly in shock when you took it from his hand and took a long drag. His eyes widened and for a split second, Sanji thought he was in love. 

    You exhaled and watched the smoke drift away, still burdened by too many thoughts. The feeling of a short nicotine rush cleared your head for a second before everything came rushing back. You made a move to take another drag, but Sanji slipped the cigarette out of your fingers before you could. “Careful, princess, these’ll kill ya.” He sent you a comforting smile, to which you sighed and returned. 

    Tugging at his tie to loosen it, Sanji shoved his hands into his pockets and watched the smoke from his cigarette dissipate into the night. Your heart felt weighed down still by your date’s texts. The chef glanced over at you and tilted his head, before holding out a hand to you. You had no hesitancy in your mind when you took it, letting him lead you into the park. The usual bright colors of the neatly kept flowerbeds were dulled by the low light, everything cast in a silver glow from the bright crescent moon. 

    Humming along to some tune in his head, Sanji led you to an open part of the park, before stepping underneath the arched roof of a round gazebo. He waited until you were set on your feet before he spun you gracefully, a delighted laugh leaving your lips. His hum increased in volume as he began to lead you in a dance, skillfully stepping with you in time to an invisible rhythm. A content smirk settled on the man’s face as he held you carefully, his eyes taking in the sight of you gleefully going along with his movements. 

    The two of you danced around the gazebo, laughter filling the air as you felt pure elation building in your chest. Sanji picked up on it, a heavy blush evident on his cheeks. “You’re beautiful.” His softly whispered words drew you to a halt, glancing over at his awestruck face. He seemed utterly taken aback, his eyes wide. Quickly regaining his senses, he slapped a hand over his face and leaned back against one of the short railings creating the outline of the gazebo. Embarrassment was abated in his expression, obviously he didn’t mean to speak with so much intent in such a serious tone. 

    Your heart warmed, and you could feel heat rising to your own cheeks as you stepped closer to him. “So are you.” You responded, sending him a smile that held the sun, moon, and stars. You had really never felt so attached to someone so quickly, you yearned to learn more about the man in front of you, something about him piqued your curiosity. 

    His blue eyes widened, and he pulled his cigarette from his lips to let out the sweetest laugh you’d ever heard. He ran his hand up his face and through his hair, leaning his head to the side as he rested his eyes on you. “I never expected I’d be complimented by an angel.” Exhaling a puff of smoke, he pushed himself up, dreading the words he was about to say. 

    The night had grown long and cold, and it was beyond midnight. He wanted to keep you well into the morning, talk about nothing and just enjoy your presence. But he could also see the tiredness creeping into your features, the small yawns you hid behind your palm. Your eyes blinked slowly, and your breaths were long and deep. Catching you on the trail end of a yawn, Sanji put his cigarette out and dusted himself off. 

    “Alright, sweetheart. It’s getting late and you’re getting tired. Can’t have you falling asleep on the way home.” He leaned over you slightly, resting his hands casually in his pockets. You gave a joking pout, before you stretched and nodded. 

    “Yeah, that’s fair.” Tucking your hands in the sleeves of his jacket, you frowned at the idea of giving it up. You’d found it more comfortable then you had expected, draping over your form. “Thanks for.. y’know.” You gestured vaguely. “Helping me out. I had fun.” You sent him a smile that shocked him to his core, and he turned his face away to hide his utter dismay at having to bring your mini date to an end. 

    “Anything for you, darling.” He managed to wink, hastily gathering his dignity. “Allow me to walk you back to your car? I assume you drove to the Baratie.” He offered you his hand. Part of the reason that he suggested walking you back was to prolong his time with you, and the other was to make sure you got back to your vehicle safely. It was late and dark, and he wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened while you were on your own and he could have made sure you were safe. 

    “Oh! Yeah, that would be nice, thank you.” You took his hand as he led you out of the park and back down the sidewalk. Exhaustion was beginning to tug at your limbs. You lightheartedly swung your joined hands, making Sanji smirk down at you. You had him on cloud nine with every cute motion you made. Eventually you leaned into his side, the blonde man happily supporting you. He was thankful somewhat for the dark and your sleepiness, you weren’t able to see the dark blush across his face. 

    He carefully put an arm around you, making sure you were alright with it, before he tugged you a little bit closer. It had only been an hour or two since he’d pulled you from the Baratie on a hare-brained whim to cheer you up, but now it was the best part of his day— week, even. You had felt safe and comfortable the entire time you were with him, establishing a connection that you felt eager to explore. 

    You weren’t sure if it was the wine in your system, but nonetheless a wave of confidence flowed through you. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed a light, appreciative kiss to Sanji’s cheek, causing him to freeze and tense up. His fists clenched as he struggled to keep himself together, his heart pounding out of his chest. “Thank you, Sanji.” The way his name rolled off your tongue was the breaking point for him, and he pulled away, hiding his face in his hands. He took a deep breath before knocking his head back and staring up at the night sky. 

    “You’re something else. I think you might be the death of me when I take you out again.” He chuckled to himself, his romantic nature setting loose as he had already made plans in his head to take you on a proper date. 

    “When you take me out again?” Sanji glanced over his shoulder at your words, his eyes growing wide as a sheepish grin stretched over his face. You definitely weren’t against the idea. 

    A sunshine-filled smile lit up your expression, and the chef felt internally relieved when he realized he hadn’t spooked you off. Regaining his confidence, he bowed with a flourish, sending you a teasing wink. 

    “Of course, I’d like to take you on a proper date, angel, if you’d let me.” 

    “I’d like that a lot.” 

    The two of you shared gleeful expressions as you neared the Baratie, content in the glow of each other. Sanji brought you to the front door then followed you to your car, leaning on your window once you’d rolled it down. He looked picturesque, his strong arms rested on the frame while his face was accentuated by golden streetlights and silver moonlight. He sent you a charming smile before suddenly remembering to ask for your number, to which you laughed and obliged. He sent you a short text to make sure you had gotten his number in return, and you saved his number to your contacts. 

    “I had a nice time. Thank you for the coffee.” You nodded, leaning back into your seat as you admired the way the soft breeze shifted his fluffy hair. You hated to leave, but he probably had to help close up, and you didn’t want to keep him long enough to become a nuisance. You satisfied yourself with the thought that you’d meet up again. 

    “Anytime! I’m glad I could help cheer you up a bit. Broke my heart seeing such a pretty thing upset.” He grinned, before giving your door a light tap and sending you a wink. He was as charming as ever. “Get home safe, alright angel?” Your heart fluttered in your chest at his words. You bid each other goodnight, and you drove off, watching Sanji wave you off in your rear view mirror. 

    It was only when you’d made it home that you realized you still wore Sanji’s thick suit jacket, panicking for a second before you shot him a text. 

‘hey!!!! i forgot to return your jacket!!!!’ 

    You smiled warmly at his response, clutching your phone to your chest. 

    ‘No worries, princess. You can return it on our next date ;)’

[just-another-author-i-guess]

Maybe, princess bubblegum (adventure time) relationship headcanons?

Sorry for the long wait!

PB relationship headcannons

Tags: Princess Bubblegum x fem!reader, cute science girlfriends, I love PB so much help, but I still didn't edit it through so sorry for any mistakes

Author's note: I srsly need to write more stuff for PB, I love her sm (,:

Word count: 1,3k

To be honest, I think it would be kinda hard to date her

Not bc she’s a bad partner or anything, but bc she’s literally busy all the time

Either with the kingdom or doing some wack experiments

Since you started dating tho, she’s been involving you more and more in said experiments 

She would never do anything to hurt you dw, but your hair might accidentally turn green for a week or something

She’s actually so invested in the relationship tho, like she even reads books on how to be a better partner and communicate lol

She’s so cute <3

Even before you got together she was studying you

Not in a creepy way I promise-

First she was confused bc you always made her feel funny, lightheaded, sweaty palms, increased heartbeat ect.

She somehow chugged it up to you being radioactive or her being allergic to something you wore

Dude Marceline laughed so much at her when she told her that

I feel like even Finn would end up saying something

Like it’s so obvious from her behaviour that she likes you, she just refuses to acknowledge it 

She invites you over so often that you end up having your own room at the castle

She gets so happy that you’re invested in her projects as well, she will call you at literally any time to tell you something cool she has figured out

Omg the two of you are literally the stupidest smart people ever

I kid you not, before you started dating she sat you down to report her status on the tests she had run on you

And none of you realised it was just normal symptoms of being in love lmfao

“So, Y/n,” Bonnie said, adjusting her glasses. “The multitude of tests I have run on you all came back negative, but what is highly unusual is that you seem to be experiencing the same symptoms as me..” She trailed off, looking down at her clipboard with furrowed brows

You frowned. “That’s weird. Finn is human too but you’re not allergic to him, right? Could it be my shampoo or something?” 

She shook her head, pursing her lips. “Hah. I dunno. You don’t have this reaction to any other citizens of the candy kingdom, correct?” 

You shook your head, as deep in thought as her

It would suck if you were somehow allergic to each other, you loved spending time with Bonnie more than anything and you were sure she liked spending time with you as well

You both eventually realised that you like each other when cinnamon bun of all people yelled at you to get your act together and date already ^^

Both of you were so embarrassed lol, especially PB bc she’s supposed to be the smart one 

Of course you started dating soon after that, but that didn’t stop Bonnibel from conducting more tests on you

Well-meaning tests tho

The candy citizens are over the moon that you’re dating, they’re so invested in your relationship lol

It’s sweet, but gets suffocating pretty quick

Luckily, Bonnie has a lot of hiding places the two of you can hang in

Your favourite is her private garden

The two of you spent hours in there reading

Mostly she reads to you while you rest your head on her lap, when she’s tired though you read to her

The only one who disturbs you in the garden is peppermint butler, he only comes in to bring you tea and cake tho

I can go on forever about this, but Bonnibel cherishes you so much

Sometimes she goes a bit overboard tho

You gently have to remind her that your relationship is not a mathematical equation and that you’re not one of her test-subjects but actually her girlfriend

She gets so embarrassed, hiding her face in her hands and blushing madly when she realises she has gone too far

It’s nothing some kind reassuring and kisses can’t fix tho

The only downside to a relationship with PB is her tendency to get so invested in something she neglects anything else

When she does this she can also get pretty cranky, she might yell at you or insult you if you try to pull her away from whatever project she’s invested in

She never truly means it tho and she honestly feels like crap if she’s made you cry or caused a fight between you

She’s pretty stubborn tho, so it might take a while for her to come and apologise

But in the end, she never fails to make it up to you

On another topic, she loves to show your relationship off

If you’re not the type to normally dress pink and girly, she loves to dress you up for formal events

Even if you hate the outfit, her giddy smiles and compliments are enough to make you begrudgingly deal with it 

But if you are the type who loves to dress up, she’s even more ecstatic

She would actually love it if you’re better at makeup than her, so she can ask you to do hers 

She’s so happy to finally have someone to drag to the formal events as well

I mean, she made peppermint butler go before, but she enjoys your company a lot more 

She has made you ‘honourary ruler’ of the kingdom, just so she had a proper reason to take you along

The princess’ girlfriend was not fancy enough to be accepted by the older leaders

Finn probably thinks you’re the coolest couple ever, after he got over his jealousy that is 

Claims he wants a relationship like yours one day, it’s really flattering tbh

On the topic of jealousy, the princess has many, many, many pursuers

None of them which she is interested in tho, but it still stings a bit to watch them all waiting outside your castle

Kinda like they didn’t expect your relationship to last long or something 

You told her this and she brushed it off rather quickly, bc this is something she’s so used to she doesn’t really understand how it can make you feel

If you sit her down and properly tell her your feelings though, she will be much more willing to take it seriously

She hates when something upsets you, even if it’s a thing she finds super trivial

If you end up fighting though, Jake gives the best relationship advice

Or Marceline, depending if you want the more ruthless version 

Finn probably refers to you as ‘the cool science gf’s’

He’s always down to help whenever Bonnie gets kidnapped by ice king, since he’s a more experienced fighter

He also just likes to laugh in ice king's face and tell him that the princess is already in a loving relationship

Omg but after so many times of PB being kidnapped, you find that it’s actually quite easy to rescue her yourself

Ice king is very easily distracted 0_0

She always kisses you as a reward for saving her, so cute <3 

Lol everyone knows not to bother you when you’re discussing experiments with Bonnibel, not daring to get involved in the complex mystery of whatever she’s studying at the moment 

She really appreciates that you’re able to go into ‘deep science mode’ with her and discuss her theory’s for hours

It doesn’t matter if you actually have something smart to say, just that you’re willing to listen

Pls she does so much to make it a healthy and sustainable relationship, even if she seems to treat it like a science experiment at times she really does mean well

She will give it her all if you’re willing to do that as well

She’s actually pretty mature about relationship stuff like that

Bonnie is just so happy to have someone to nerd around with <3

HI! Ty for reading <3 Pls lemme know if you want me to put in a break (the keep reading thing) for easier access and reblog bc I normally only do it in my long works^^ Love, author