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maxtermind · 7 months ago

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please i'm begging you (please don't feel pressured if your life is busy 💕) we need pt 2 to the angst i can't handle this 😭 my heart 💔 the writing is too good that i'm feeling things 😓

was i stupid to love you?

★ : summary :: when he downplays your feelings ★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris ★ : genre :: angst; hurt/comfort ★ : word count :: 4.6k ★ : a/n :: open ending, don't forget to vote after so i can get a bit of feedback :3 kinda rushed so might contain lots of typos sorryyyy!!

( part 1 )

Charles Leclerc

The house party buzzed with music and laughter, a cacophony that drowned your thoughts as you stormed through the crowded rooms. Your heart raced with a mix of anger and hurt, knowing Charles was right on your tail, determined to catch you before you could reach Arthur.

Your boyfriend’s hand wrapped around yours just as his brother turned around to look at you guys. You stomped your feet as you shook your head to dismiss Arthur and follow your boyfriend who quietly kissed your head in gratitude before you could step away.

”What is going on with you?!” Your voice trembled with barely contained fury as you confronted Charles in a quieter corner.

Charles sighed, his brow furrowing in frustration. ”I don’t know, baby. I’m so sorry—”

”You told me off when you should know that I’m right!” Your voice rose involuntarily. ”She fucking leaned in thinking that you were gonna choose her.”

”Y/N, please listen to me,” Charles said earnestly, stepping closer to you. ”I messed up. I know. But I would, never in a hundred years, choose anyone let alone her over you.”

You looked into Charles' eyes, seeing the sincerity and pain reflected in them. Your anger began to melt, replaced by a swirl of conflicting emotions.

”You’re just saying what I want to hear and I don't like it,” you said, your voice softer now, searching for clarity.

”It’s the truth,” Charles declared, his voice tinged with regret. ”I know I’ve hurt you baby and I'm sorry for that but I can’t— I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I watched you leave with my brother. Let me drop you home, okay?”

Tears welled up in your eyes, frustration and hurt mixing with the love you still felt for him. Charles gently took your hands in his, his touch warm and comforting.

”Y/N, please,” Charles pleaded, his voice raw with emotion. ”I never want to make you feel like you need to run away from me. I want to talk this out, please give me a chance to make things right.”

You hesitated, feeling torn between wanting to forgive him and the pain of betrayal still fresh in your heart.

”Okay,” you finally whispered, feeling emotionally drained. ”Let's go.”

Charles nodded, relief washing over his face. He led you out of the noisy party, his grip on your hand tight and reassuring. The cool night air outside provided a stark contrast to the heated emotions inside.

As Charles drove you home, neither of you spoke. The silence was filled with unspoken words and the weight of what had just transpired. But Charles kept stealing glances at you, his eyes full of regret and love.

When you arrived at your shared apartment, Charles parked the car but made no move to get out. He turned to you, his expression soft and vulnerable.

”I'll leave if you want me to,” Charles said quietly, his voice tinged with sorrow. ”But please, Y/N, give us a chance to talk tomorrow. I'll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes and the love that still lingered despite everything. Tears fell down your cheeks as you nodded slowly.

”I need time,” you admitted softly, your voice barely audible. ”Time to sort through this.”

Charles nodded understandingly, reaching out to gently wipe away your tears. ”Take all the time you need,” he said softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. ”I'll be here, whenever you're ready.”

”Where will you go?” You asked, not wanting to leave just yet.

”To your brother’s house,” he joked and smiled cheekily when you let out a small laugh.

”I love you,” Charles continued and seemed satisfied when you saw your tinted cheeks, giving into the temptation to kiss your hand. ”I’ll stay at Arthur's for the night.”

With that, you stepped out of the car, your heart heavy with conflicting emotions. You watched Charles drive away, feeling the distance between you both but knowing that perhaps, with time, you could find a way back to each other.

Lando Norris

You sat in the break room at work, your lunch untouched in front of you. The memories of last night’s events still stung, the image of her hand on Lando’s thigh and the lipstick on his collar replaying in your mind.

Just as you were about to take a sip of water, the door swung open, and there he was, your— ex? —boyfriend, looking desperate and determined. You knew there was a possibility he’d try to catch you at work given that you’d taken away all other means.

”Y/N, can I please?” he said, his voice pleading as he pointed towards the hallway.

You nodded reluctantly and led him to an empty hall, away from prying eyes. The silence was deafening as you stood there, waiting for him to speak.

You nodded reluctantly and led him to an empty conference room, away from prying eyes. The silence was deafening as you stood there, waiting for him to speak.

”Y/N, please,” he started, his voice trembling slightly. ”I’m so sorry about last night.”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the table. ”Bet you had a good time, huh?”

”No, I didn't,” Lando said in disbelief before he took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. ”Nothing that happened there was intentional. We were all drinking, and she... she got too close. I should have pushed her away. I’m sorry.”

You scoffed, anger bubbling up again, finally fired up enough to speak your mind. ”Her hand was on your fucking thigh, Lando. And your collar— her lipstick was all over it. How do you explain that?”

He winced, clearly pained by the memory. ”I know it looks bad, but it wasn’t what it seemed. She leaned in close to talk to me, and I didn’t realize she had left a mark. It was a— just a stupid mistake, and I should have been more aware.”

”More aware?” you echoed, your voice rising. ”You should have cared about how it would make me feel! Instead, you shrugged it off like it was nothing.”

”I didn’t mean to shrug it off,” he said, stepping closer. ”I was wrong. I should have reassured you, should have shown you that you’re the only one that matters to me. Baby, please just let me—”

You looked away, the pain still fresh. ”It’s not just about the lipstick or her hand. It’s about how you made me feel like I was overreacting, like my feelings didn’t matter.”

”They do matter,” he said, his voice breaking. ”More than anything. I was an idiot. I should have pushed her away immediately. I should have come to you and told you everything before you saw it for yourself.”

”You know I only want you,” he added softly, his eyes pleading with you.

You shook your head, trying to hold back tears. ”That’s the thing, Lando. I don’t know that. I actually believe that y— you don’t at all.”

Lando’s eyes filled with tears as a broken whisper of your name left his mouth. ”I h.. have never, I never will. Ever.” He stressed. ”Want anyone— need anyone the way I want you.”

You kept quiet as you looked at him trying to catch himself. Lending him your hand that he squeezed in return.

”I can’t believe you would ever believe that but I understand and, I promise… I’ll be more mindful, more respectful. I’ll make sure everyone knows I’m taken, that I’m yours. Please, give me a chance to make it right.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, and you let out a slow breath, trying to not have a breakdown at your workplace. ”It’s going to take time, Lando. Trust isn’t rebuilt overnight.”

”I know,” he said, relief washing over his features. ”And I’m willing to do whatever it takes. I’ll prove to you that I’m worthy of your trust.”

”Okay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. ”I’ll give it a thought, Lando. But if you hurt me again, we’re done.”

”I understand,” he said, his voice filled with determination. ”Thank you, Y/N. I won’t let you down.”

Max Verstappen

The streets were bustling with late-night revelers, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside you. The restaurant's neon sign flickered as you stepped out into the cool night air, your phone clenched tightly in your hand.

Three hours. You had waited for three hours, hoping Max would show up for your anniversary dinner, only to find out from the story of your mutual friend that he was out with her again.

On your anniversary.

You made your way through the crowded streets, not caring where you ended up. You just needed to get away, to think, to process the hurt and betrayal. Your phone buzzed incessantly in your pocket, but you ignored it. Max's calls and messages could wait. Right now, you needed space.

After wandering aimlessly for a while, you found yourself at the edge of the city, near the river. The quiet contrast of the flowing water was a welcome change from the city's noise. You sat on a bench, pulling your jacket tighter around you as a light drizzle began to fall. The soft patter of rain on the water's surface was soothing, but it didn’t dull the ache in your heart.

Minutes turned into an hour, and the rain intensified. Your phone buzzed again, and this time you glanced at it. Last message from Max was a minute ago

Max: Y/N, please. Where are you? Let me explain. I’m looking for you.

You sighed, wiping away the raindrops mixed with your tears. Your fingers hovered over the screen before you finally typed a reply.

You: By the river. Near the old bridge.

You didn’t know why you told him, but some part of you wanted to hear him out. To understand why he kept doing this. Why would he even waste time with you if he was already in love with someone else?

God. Even the thought of that brought up a real pain in your chest. The rain fell harder, and you huddled under the small awning of a nearby building, trying to stay somewhat dry.

After what felt like an eternity, you saw a figure running towards you through the rain. It was Max, drenched and breathless. He slowed as he approached, his eyes filled with worry and regret. HIs clothes were all over the place, untucked and wrinkled and you only drew the worst conclusion.

”Y/N,” he gasped, stopping a few feet away. ”Thank God, you're okay.”

You stood up, arms crossed defensively. ”You’ve got five minutes, Max. Make it count.”

He nodded, taking a step closer. ”I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know I’ve let you down. I was with her tonight because she’s going through a really rough time. She had no one else to turn to.”

You narrowed your eyes, the skepticism clear. ”On our anniversary? How convenient.”

He flinched at your tone but didn’t back down. ”I know it’s no excuse. I should have told you. I thought I could help her quickly and still make it to dinner. I didn’t realize it would take so long.”

You shook your head, the anger bubbling up again. ”This isn’t the first time, Max. How many times have I had to wonder if she’s really just a friend? How many times have you put her before me?”

Max stepped closer, his eyes pleading. ”I’ve been blind, Y/N. I didn’t see how much I was hurting you. There’s nothing romantic between us. She’s just a friend, and she needed my help. But I see now that I’ve been unfair to you.”

Tears mixed with the rain on your cheeks. ”I don’t know if I can keep doing this, Max. The constant worry, the feeling like I’m not enough. It’s tearing me apart.”

He reached out, tentatively taking your hand. ”You are more than enough, Y/N. I’ve been an idiot, and I’m so sorry. I love you, and I don’t want to lose you.”

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception. All you saw was sincerity and regret. ”How can I trust you again, Max? What did she even need help with?”

He squeezed your hand gently. ” She saw her ex at the club and he was being an asshole. I just went over for five to put him in his place when one of her friends posted the story. I’m sorry for the delay, baby. I know I should've been more transparent about everything. Just please, give me a chance to make things right.”

”Is she okay?” You took a shaky breath, your heart aching with the desire to believe him and he exhaled when you pulled him under the shit excuse of shelter you had from the rain.

”She’s okay. I promise I won't ever embarrass you this way again, baby. You won’t ever have to sit and wonder if I'm bailing because I found someone else or not.” Max took another deep breath. ”I never will, baby, you are the only one I want. I will never find anyone.”

You closed your eyes, the tears spilling over as you hugged him. ”I wanna go home.”

”Okay let’s go home, baby.” Max gently cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears. ”But I need you to know. You are my priority, Y/N. I’ll never let you feel otherwise again. I love you more than anything, and I’ll spend every day proving it to you.”

You leaned into his touch, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the pain as you hugged him.

He sighed again, closing his eyes to soak in this. ”Happy anniversary, baby. I love you”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a tired smile.

Carlos Sainz

Carlos's pleas had grown quieter, the urgency in his voice replaced with a softness that seemed to seep through the crack under the door.

You could hear his breath hitching, a clear sign that he was on the verge of breaking down himself. But you couldn’t get yourself to stand up as you sat on the bed, knees drawn to your chest, tears still streaming down your face as you tried to block out the sound.

”Y/N, please,” he choked out, and you could hear the tears in his voice now. ”I'm so sorry. I... I don't know what else to say. I can't lose you.”

The sincerity and raw emotion in his voice cut through you in a vicious manner, and against your better judgment, you found yourself getting up. You hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the doorknob, before finally opening the door just a crack.

Carlos was standing there, his eyes red and swollen from crying. When he saw you, a look of profound relief washed over his face. ”Thank you,” he whispered.

You stepped back, letting him in. He walked in slowly, as if afraid to invade your space, and you closed the door behind him. The silence was heavy, each second stretching into an eternity.

”I'm so sorry,” Carlos said again, his voice trembling. ”I swear, I didn't know she was going to kiss me. If I had known, I would have never invited her. I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your own shaking voice. ”But you did invite her, Carlos. And I told you to cut her off so many times. Why didn't you listen?”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking utterly defeated. ”I thought... I thought we were just friends. I didn't realize she felt that way about me. And when she kissed me, I was so shocked. I— I froze. I'm an idiot. I should have pushed her away immediately.”

”You should have,” you echoed, your voice breaking as you recalled that scene and it felt like someone was physically stabbing you. ”Do you have any idea how much it hurt to see that?”

Carlos stepped closer, his eyes pleading. ”I know, and I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you, Y/N. You're the only one I want to be with.”

You looked down, tears falling onto the floor. ”How do I know that, Carlos? How do I know you won't let this happen again?”

He gently took your hands in his, his touch warm and reassuring. ”Because I can’t ever go through this again. I don’t want to know what it feels like to almost lose you. I'll cut her off completely. I promise you, baby, just, anything— it will never happen again.”

You pulled your hands away, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. ”It's not just about cutting her off, Carlos. I can never get that image out of my brain now. What if you just wake up tomorrow that you didn’t get rid of her because yo— you…?”

You trailed off but Carlos understood and immediately shook his head. ”No,” he said firmly. ”I will never wake up with anyone other than you in my heart. You’re the one I love, the one I am going to live my life with.”

He didn’t let you speak as he carried on,”I understand. Trust is earned, not given. And I'll do whatever it takes to earn it back. I'll prove to you that you can trust me.”

You sighed, feeling the weight of his words. ”I want to believe you. But it's going to take time. A lot of time.”

”I know,” he said softly. ”And I'm willing to wait. I'll wait as long as it takes for you to trust me again. Just please, don't shut me out. Let me be there for you.”

You looked into his eyes, seeing the genuine remorse and love in them. Despite everything, a part of you still loved him deeply. ”Okay,” you whispered. ”But you have to understand, it's going to be hard. I'm still hurt, and it's going to take a while for me to heal.”

Carlos nodded, a flicker of hope in his eyes. ”I'll be patient. I'll be here for you, no matter what. And I'll do everything I can to make it right.”

”Alright.” You nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope yourself. ”Just... don't make me regret it.”

”I won't,” Carlos stepped closer, tentatively reaching out to wipe a tear from your cheek. ”I love you, Y/N. More than anything.”

You gave him a small as you leaned into his touch, feeling a mix of emotions, ”I love you too, Carlos. That's why this hurts so much.”

He pulled you into a gentle hug, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. ”We'll get through this. Together.”

Lewis Hamilton

You paced around your apartment, the anger and hurt from the argument still fresh. The silence after the exchange with Lewis was deafening. You couldn’t believe he said those things. Your phone buzzed on the couch, but you ignored it, needing space to process.

A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. It was loud and persistent. You hesitated, hoping it wasn’t who you thought it was.

”Y/N, please open up. I need to talk to you,” Lewis’s voice came through the door, sounding desperate.

You took a deep breath and opened the door. Your boyfriend stood there, looking remorseful.

”What do you want, Lewis?” you asked, your voice cold.

”Can I come in? Please, we need to talk,” he pleaded.

You stepped aside reluctantly, letting him in. He walked into the living room, turning to face you with regret etched on his face.

”I’m sorry, Y/N,” he started, his voice soft as he ran a hand over his face. ”I didn’t mean what I said. I was frustrated— but that’s no excuse.”

”You really hurt me,” you said, crossing your arms defensively knowing you had to support yourself before you start crying again. ”And you were so fucking cruel about it!”

”I know, and I hate that I did that to you,” he replied, his eyes sincere. ”I’ve been spending too much time with her, and I’ve been blind to how it’s been affecting you— us. Affecting us.”

”Why do you keep seeing her then? If she’s just a friend, why does it feel like she’s more important than me?” you demanded, your voice shaking.

”She’s not more important than you,” he said quickly. ”I’ve let the boundaries blur, and I didn’t realize how much it was hurting you. I’m sorry.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away. This was not what you expected. You were ready for a fight, sure that Lewis would come with his own weapons out but this was undoing you.

”It’s not just about her, Lewis. It’s about us. You’ve been distant, and I feel like I’m losing you.”

Lewis nodded, looking pained and sick. ”You’re not losing me, Y/N. I’ve been an idiot, and I’ve taken you for granted. I want to fix this.”

”How?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Desperately clinging onto him to make amends because you couldn’t see any in hindsight.

”By being more present, by setting boundaries, and by showing you every day how much you mean to me,” he said, taking your hands in his. ”Please give me a chance to make this right.”

”Words aren’t enough anymore,” you said, looking down at your joined hands.

”I know,” he nodded. ”But I'm willing to go through any lengths, I’ll prove to you that you’re my priority.”

You searched his eyes, seeing the determination and regret. ”I want to trust you,” as your voice cracked, the very first tear fell down your face and Lewis immediately grabbed you as he pulled you to lay your head on his chest.

”I can’t though— I wish I could but I can't get hurt again.”

”I understand and I promise you can shoot me if I hurt you again” he said. ”I love you, Y/N. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

You leaned into his embrace, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the pain. ”I love you too.” You felt him take a sigh as he held you tight against his warm body.

”And I need you to understand that my feelings are valid,” you continued as you soaked his shirt with your tears. ”When I tell you something bothers me, I need you to listen and not dismiss it.”

”I promise I’ll listen,” he said, his voice full of sincerity. ”I’ll do better because losing you would end me.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift slightly. As you stood there in your boyfriend’s arms, you realized that healing would take time but there was no one else you would rather heal with. Though only time could tell what the future held for you.

Oscar Piastri

You closed your eyes as you heard the door of your best friend's apartment being knocked on again. Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, betrayal, sadness.

You replayed the messages over and over in your head, each one cutting deeper than the last as you contemplated whether letting Oscar in would be a good decision. You finally made the decision when you heard the neighbor’s lock moving.

You pulled him in before they could open their door or call the cops and finally took a look at him. He looked disheveled. His eyes were red from holding unshed tears as they glossed over once he finally took you in.

”Y/N,” Oscar started, moving towards you with open arms. ”Thanks for letting me in.”

”I almost didn't.” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep your voice steady as you stepped away from his open arms. ”But you were waking up the whole damn building.”

Oscar nodded, looking down at the ground. ”I deserve that.” You took a deep breath, desperate to get this over with.

”Why, Oscar? Why did you lie to me?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. ”I... I was scared you'd get upset. I thought if I told you the truth, you'd leave me.”

”And now?” you scoffed, your voice rising. ”You think I'm not upset now? You think lying to me makes it any better?”

He stepped closer, his eyes pleading. ”Y/N, I made a mistake. A huge mistake. But nothing happened between me and her, I swear. We were drunk, and she sat on my lap for a picture. It was stupid and irresponsible, but that's all it was.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. ”Do you have any idea how that made me feel? Seeing her on your lap after you told me she wasn't even going to be there?”

Oscar reached out to touch your arm, but you stepped back once again and his eyes brimmed with tears. ”Y/N, please. I love you. I was an idiot, but I love you. I need you to believe that.”

You wiped your eyes, trying to compose yourself. ”How can I believe you, Oscar? When I don't even know if you really want me?”

He swallowed hard, his tears finally falling out of his eyes. Oscar looked defeated as if he was fighting a battle already lost.

”Please don’t say that. You’re the only person I want. I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back. I'll never lie to you again. I'll be completely honest, even if it's something I think will hurt you. Just... please give me a chance to make it right.”

You looked at him, searching his face for any sign of deception. You saw only earnest regret and a desperate longing for forgiveness. You wanted to believe him, but the hurt was still so raw.

”I don't know if I can,” you whispered. ”You've broken my trust, Oscar. And that's not something you can just fix with words.”

He nodded slowly. ”I know. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I'll go to counseling, I'll give you access to my phone, my social media, anything you need to feel secure. Just please, don’t give up on us.”

You stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation heavy in the air. You looked around the dimly lit apartment, as you took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts.

”Okay,” you said finally. ”I’m willing to discuss this in the morning. But if you lie to me again, if you hurt me again, we're done. Do you understand?”

Oscar's face lit up with a mixture of relief and determination as his chest heaved. ”I understand. I promise you, Y/N, I'll never give you a reason to doubt me again.”

You nodded, as your lips quivered. ”I hope so. Because I don't think I can go through this again.”

He stepped closer, cautiously taking your hand. You allowed it, feeling the warmth of his touch. ”Thank you,” he said softly. ”I won't let you down.”

You stood together, still holding hands. The silence between you was different now—tentative, but with a flicker of understanding. You had a long way to go, but for the first time since those fateful messages, you felt like maybe, just maybe, not all was lost.

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meelusinee · 17 days ago

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CHRISTMAS CUDDLES | S.B X READER

in which you convince sirius to take a break from practice

FICMAS MASTERLIST

pairing: sirius black x reader tags: christmas fluff (kinda? mainly just fluff), comfort word count: 1.3k

author's note: guys i haven't really posted in forever and im so so so so sorryyyy life has just been really difficult (insert sad face bc im on computer typing this) im trying really hard to plan christmas presents, along w my anniversary present as well so its just been a little bittle pickle to try and post all the time, ykwim? also i just have NOT had motivation BUTTT i finally got back to it after like 3 days aren't yawl so proud of me?? ANYWAYS ENJOY A KINDA PART TWO TO SECRET SANTA BUT NOT REALLY?

CHRISTMAS CUDDLES | S.B X READER

Sirius was resting on his broom, gloved hands gripping the handlebar tight. His biceps flexed and strained themselves as he practiced, eyes trained on the Golden Snitch like a dog eyeing a bone.

At least, that’s what you remembered.

You were currently in Hogsmeade during one of Sirius’ training sessions, the snow falling around your body as you shuffled between the people. His sweater was currently wrapped around your arms, the wool rubbing warmly against your skin.

He had been practicing hard for the Quidditch finals season for the past month. Sometimes he would practice so hard he became a hazard, bones and muscles going limp from hundreds of feet high. It’d gotten so bad that even James grew concerned, which was a cause for concern in it itself.

Which is what led you to where you were right now, shopping through Hogsmeade’s shops in order to find some gifts. Nothing too big or extravagant, but enough to initiate a small date so he could rest.

James and Remus both agreed that you were the only person who could calm Sirius down, and you noticed it a lot more once you started dating. It’d only been a few days, granted, along with a long conversation with James. But you already noticed the difference between you and others.

Whenever he was with Remus, James or Peter, he’d be loud to a fault. Energetic and charismatic to a concerning degree, with girls swooning around him like he was a Greek God of sorts. Though around you, he was much more subdued.

Much like a tired golden retriever who had just spent about five hours playing fetch, he would always find his way cuddled on your body somehow. Sometimes it was in bed, before you both fell asleep as he wrapped himself around you. Sometimes he’d transform into Padfoot and waddle his way over into your lap, both of you sitting by the fireplace. Other times he’d sneak into your classes to rest his head on your shoulder, looking up at you with an adorable pout whenever you didn’t give him any attention.

That was another thing you had been missing for this past month. He hadn’t given you many compliments or talked much, mostly just curling on your lap and falling asleep. Sure, you loved it. But it still wasn’t fun to not be able to talk.

Which is what led you here. Standing in front of the closest shop stocked to the brim with hot chocolate and small little snacks. They also had a little TV and some CDs, magically tampered with to teach it resilience to magical interactions. You decided to get that along with some drinks, making your way back to the dorms before James and Sirius did.

The set up was simple. Small Christmas lights hanging from the corners of his bed, blankets wrapped snugly around everywhere, and a lovely arrangement of pillows facing the TV you bought.

All you had to do now was wait.

“Are you coming or what?” James called out, huffing under his breath as he watched Remus trying to drag Sirius up the stairs.

In all fairness, it was rather hard to drag him. Despite the fact that he was short compared to Renus, he had been building a lot more muscle over the past month due to Quidditch practice. That, and the fact he was nearly dead weight in Remus’ arms, made it quite hard to carry him up the dormitory stairs.

“I’m trying.” Remus stated, grunting as he pulled Sirius up the stairs. “He’s not helping out much.”

“How on Earth will Y/N’s plan work if he’s knocked out?” James spat, rushing down to lift Sirius’ legs. At this point, carrying him like a dead body was better than him being dragged.

“The plan is to have him knocked out, James.” Remus reminded him, seeming to have a much easier time carrying him now that he didn’t have to worry about Sirius’ ankles against the stair edges.

“Right.” James mumbled.

Both of them eventually reached the boy’s dormitory, where you had set everything up. James was almost envious in a way, though he wasn’t sure if that envy came from the idea of being treated like that or the fact he hadn’t thought of the idea first. Either way, the feeling of his best friend’s body in his arms quickly dissolved that thought.

“Finally.” you sighed, smiling bittersweetly at the sight of Sirius limp in their arms. ��Just, maybe set him down there. The right side, you know?”

“Okay.” Remus said, gripping Sirius by the waist and tossing him down on the bed.

“Remus!” you said, voice in a harsh whisper. You looked at him with a serious expression, throwing a small pillow in James’ direction as you heard him laughing. “Don’t throw him like some sort of cartoon character!”

“Couldn’t help it.” Remus shrugged innocently, a rare half smirk appearing on his face.

“You two have fun.” James said, sighing softly as he caught one last glimpse at Sirius. “Make sure he does actually get rest, will you?”

“Yeah, yeah.” you mumbled, already formulating a plan in your head. You hadn’t made any hot chocolate, making sure that the TV was off and blankets were pulled to the bottom of the bed just in case Sirius just wanted to sleep.

Which led to your brilliant plan.

“What’s that expression for?” Remus asked, looking at you curiously.

“I’m being mischievous.” you said, taking off your shoes and crawling into the bed before you pulled the blanket over you both.

“This is you being mischievous how, exactly?” James asked confusedly.

“He doesn’t want to take care of himself, but he loves to take care of me.” you said simply, pulling the blankets up snug and scooting closer to Sirius.

“I don’t get it.” James mumbled, looking at Remus.

“If he gets up and notices her sleeping, he’ll rest longer so he doesn’t disturb her.” Remus said calmly, patting James on the shoulder before walking out of the boy’s dorm. James nodded at that, waving goodbye before running off.

There was a roaring cheer running itself rampant through the crowds, the feeling of wind crashing on Sirius’ face as his broom picked up speed. Sweat was building on his forehead the faster he went, and he felt himself growing tired.

He had already caught the snitch, that he knew. But he didn’t know much else, vision blacking out almost as soon as he did.

Sirius’ eyes fluttered open confusedly as he woke up, eyes adjusting to the lighting and scenery change from earlier. It was much softer, both the lights and the feeling of the blankets around him. It was comforting, to say the least, but he still needed to practice for the final Quidditch matches.

His eyes darted down a bit as he felt you, your body plush against his skin. Like the softest teddy bear, one that was a very good cuddler when it was sleeping. Then again, teddy bears weren’t exactly the type of thing that needed sleep.

That’s when your body stirred, thighs rubbing against his body sleepily. “Sirius?”

“Hi baby,” he whispered, kissing your forehead lovingly. His eyes darted to the Christmas lights and hot chocolate again. “What’s all this decor for?”

“Decor?” you asked sleepily, before looking around the room again. “Oh, that was so you could rest.”

“Rest?” he asked.

“You’ve been working so hard.” you yawned sleepily, cuddling close to him. “Y’know, Quidditch and all. So I made this to convince you to sleep. I got you a little movie too.” you mumbled, turning the TV on and playing the movie.

Sirius looked at you like you were the best thing on Earth, an angel sent down just to visit him. “I love you so much.”

“I love you.” you mumbled, pushing him back on the bed. “Now watch Willy Wonka, I’m going back to bed.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE

thank u guys so much for readinggg, it took me forever to get back into writing once i had a little bit of a slump, so this probabblyyyy sucks. but were gonna get thru, we're gonna cope yes sir we will.

AS ALWAYS, please like comment and reblog, all that jazzy jazz stuff. i appreciate all of yawl who do, seriously, it means so much to me and i loaf all of u people yes i do, BUT ANYWAYS HAVE A GOOD DAY!!!

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strniohoeee · 5 months ago

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reader is down bad for matt, like she blushes, giggles, goes mute whenever he's around and he kinda enjoys it and one day he finally asks her to go an a date and it ends super fluffy

She’s Got It Bad

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N was out of her mind in love with Matt, but she was shy. Which left her in awkward silent situations until one day Matt puts his foot down! 🌷

Warnings⚠️: None?? Writing kind of sucks also sorry if there’s grammatical errors I never proof read till two days later after I post lolll😭

Song for imagine: This Is How It Feels- D4vd, Laufey

So this is how it feels

To fall in love with you

To always think of you

To always dreams of you

You know when you’re reading or watching a romance book or movie, and one of those super cheesy slow mo scenes happen? Where an 80s love song is queued and the two love interests stare at each other while their hair oh so dainty blows in the wind? And you’re curling your toes as your heart beats for the next scene to happen? Just thinking “I need more! Give me more!” And then it goes back to reality and they end up walking right past one another….

And it wraps you into this hour and a half or 230 page book/movie about the girl wanting the guy….but the guy not really wanting her or simply seeing her as a sister or painfully shoving her in the friend zone? And you’re itching for more. Tired of this back and forth of who will get one another first?

And if you said yes to any of those questions then you are sure looking at my life right now…stuck painfully stuck in the friend zone. Mainly because I put myself there. Let's face it, I'm deeply afraid of rejection. Why ruin something that is virtually perfect.

I had it bad for Matt and I’m not so sure he felt the same way, but I’d never in a million years ever jump at that. I’d rather rip my ears off and tape them to the concrete and then run them over consistently for an hour… okay a bit graphic and a bit over the top but you get the point. He’s off limits and I’ve got it bad for him…

Most of our interactions consisted of short conversations, me blushing like an idiot and even sometimes going silent..offering a nod here and there. It’s even gotten to the point of having to leave the hangout because I was so nervous around him. I mean what if I said something that he found cringey? What if I embarrassed myself which I tend to do a lot might I add? Or even worse…what if he didn’t find me funny?

All these terrible instances bounced off my brain like a bullet ricocheting off of metal walls. As I sat chewing my lip, suddenly my thoughts were interrupted

“Helloooooo” I heard loudly from the other end of the phone call

Blinking out of my trance I soon realized I had been on the phone.

“I’m sorry Nick I got side tracked” I replied gripping the phone again

“Yeah I can tell you went rogue for like 3 minutes there, did you even hear what I asked you?” He asked laughing

“Uhhh yeah and I think you should go with the yellow shirt” I replied praying I wasn’t so far off from what he was talking about

“That was like 10 minutes ago, I asked are you coming or what?” He said huffing

“I’m sorry? Coming? Where?” I asked again as I furrowed my eyebrows

“This is why I don’t call you, you have the attention span of a fly” he said laughing which caused me to laugh

“I’m sorryyyy I was thinking about something” I replied to him

“Aren’t you always… I was asking if you were coming over tonight for movie night?” He said shuffling around

“Ohhh duhh of course I never miss Saturday nights with you” I said getting up to pack my overnight back

“Even though Matt and Chris are joining us this time?” He asked

This is where I hadn’t been listening previously and I almost choked on my saliva trying to form a proper answer.

“Uh.. *ahem* yes of course they can join us” I replied trying to seem chill

“Wow sooo nonchalant about that” he stated sarcastically

“Oh will you shut up” I replied stuffing my duffle bag

Nick opened his mouth to speak but on the other end it sounded like someone walked in his room

“Matt get the fuck out I’m on the phone” Nick said which made me laugh a bit

“Who are you talking to?” I heard Matt ask his brother

“Your girlfriend now fuck off” he said almost hissing at Matt

“NICK STOP” I squeaked over the phone

“I don’t have a girlfriend you sicko” Matt stated sounding annoyed…. I looked up at my imaginary camera (hmm how do I take that response) I thought.

Shaking that feeling off I returned to the call

“Okayyy bye nickkkk see you in a bit” I replied rushing him off the phone

Hanging up the call I sighed deeply… if I wasn’t already nervous to possibly run into Matt then oh boy was I in for a treat

Usually, Saturday nights were for Nick and I and I rarely ever ran into Matt or Chris. Usually it was Chris and him and I had a cool bond. We’d stop to hug and chat for a bit before Chris left to go out. And if I ever ran into Matt it was him leaving with Chris which prompted me to wave slightly and avoid all hugs. Rambling on about Nick needing me for something upstairs each time and not even giving them the chance to respond.

I usually shut my eyes and shook my head when I turned away from them and even muttered a few unkind words about myself to myself….

But tonight…tonight Matt was joining us which meant I couldn’t be awkward around him or else Nick would for sure point it out.

I had gotten to their house with dinner for all of us which we landed on chilis…. Good thing I was 21 I needed a to go drink…preferably strong!

Sitting in their living room as we all began to eat, Nick scrolled through Max as we sat on the floor with our food on the coffee table.

“We should watch Silver Linings Playbook I heard it was good” I said looking over at the tv as Nick had just passed the movie

“I’m down” Chris said shrugging his shoulders

Nick and I usually watched action movies where we’d see a bunch of sweaty hot men fighting bad guys. And most of those movies we’d just yell out if we’d smash the guys or not. I don’t know that Matt and Chris would want to take part in that so a rom-com was for the win!

Max was playing a few ads before the movie and as I was sipping my margarita in a styrofoam to go cup (how niche) Matt had called my name

Looking over at him I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Do you like rom-coms?” He asked me

I felt my ears getting hot and my face too….good thing I’m drinking and I can just blame it on the alcohol.

“I do, I love them actually” I replied nodding at him

“I love them too” he said smiling at me as he ate a fry

“Nice” I said nodding my head and looking over at the tv…why the fuck were their ads still playing? Squinting I turned back around to face him

“Uhh what’s your favorite?” I asked him clearing my throat

“I’d have to say 10 things I hate about you” he replied wiping his hands

“SHUT UP! Me too” I replied getting really excited and loud (blaming it on the alcohol once again)

“No way” he replied laughing

“No! like I swear! I have all the romance movies I’ve ever seen ranked in my notes app and 10 things I hate about you is number one, look see” I replied rambling as I opened up my app and showed him

His brows raised…an impressed look might I add

“Wow Y/N didn’t know you were such a hopeless romantic” he said winning at me

This made my heart flutter and my voice disappear? Sinking into my skin I nodded at him before turning to watch the tv

Throughout the whole movie I kept catching Matt looking at me but he’d look away quickly. This made my skin crawl in a good way though

The movie finished and I found myself emotional. I mean it wasn’t a sad movie but rather beautiful. Nick and Chris had gone to lay on the couch at some point in the movie.

So to no surprise Matt and I turned to find them fast asleep. Shaking our heads we cleaned up the living room and headed to the kitchen to place everything in the trash.

The hallway light illuminating the kitchen as I washed my hands

“I almost feel like Silver Linings Playbook is my number one rom-com” Matt and I both stated at the same time

Laughing I shut the water off and turned towards him

“I guess we really are similar” I said to him as I crossed my arms over my chest

“I suppose so, but I wouldn’t know you’re always running away from me” he said quietly

“Am not!” I replied standing up straight

“You’re always running away from me as fast as possible, you don’t hate me do you” he stated as he wiped down the table

“No” I replied watching his every move

“Then why do you run away? Do I stink?” He asked laughing

“No! You just happen to catch me when I’m busy” I say lying through my teeth

“Right…I suppose so, I do know how to get you at the right time though” he stated throwing the paper out

“Do you?” I asked cocking an eyebrow

“Yeah…when I take you on a date and have all your attention so we can really get to know each other”he says

“Well we’re friends so I do know you” I reply rolling my eyes

“No…know me on a different level that’s not…friends” he says smiling at me sweetly

“Not friends?” Was all I could mutter

“Just say yes to the date you loser” he replied shaking his head

“Yes..sorry yes I will go on a date with you” I replied shaking my head and giggling

“You’ve ever seen Notting Hill?” He suddenly asks me

“I actually haven’t” I stated

“Want to watch it?” He asked me

“But Chris and Nick are sleeping” I replied pointing over my shoulder

“You miss queues don’t you?” He asked cocking an eyebrow

“They don’t call me a ditz for nothing” I replied jokingly

He looked at me with adoration in his eyes for a moment before opening his mouth

“I mean with me…just me” he replied with soft eyes

“Oh....yeah” I replied breathlessly as I shook my head…am I that fucking stupid? I thought to myself

We shut off the tv and the hallway light. Matt led me to his room as I followed behind. It felt so foreign being in a room with a new undertone to it….more than friends

“You can sit closer I won’t bite” he says as he looks over at me

“Right, sorry” I say sitting closer to Matt against the headboard

The air felt awkward as we watched the movie, but Matt slid his arm over my shoulder and pulled me in

“I’m not a stranger” he replied as he snuggled me closer against him

Smiling against him I melted into his touch as we fell asleep to a romance movie. I guess being shy does work out in the end and I’ve always had it bad for Matt but after today? You’re for sure thinking

She’s got it bad!

The End

I wasn’t sure how to end this…it’s so HARD TO END A STORY WTFFFF. Anywho we’re almost at 2,600 followers🥹🥹. Yall I could cry this means so much to me I remember when I had hit 100 followers and I never thought I’d make it this far. I’m so eternally grateful for you all😩🖤🖤. I know I don’t update three times a day everyday like I used to, but I’m so glad yall are sticking around till this day when I post once to twice a week every two weeks. I don’t deserve you, thank yall so much🥹💕💕💕. Stay tuned for more work baes

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagines #matthew sturniolo imagines #matthew sturniolo x reader

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noemilivv · 10 months ago

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HIYA HIYA!!! this is the super energetic bro that u matched with velvette, qnd I was curioussss to requesttttt smthhh (also maybe if u want to easier identify me I could be ✨️anon??)

Ok! SO! ~Imagine~ maybeee that angel has a person he is romantically interested in (reader)

And so reader is ~severely introverted~ and thus, not much is know about them. But! Charlie is leading a art group one day, for like, rehab bc art therapy is super big, and reader is really good at it, and basically drops lore that they where in college to be an art therapist‼️

And so‼️

Maybe angel, seeing this opportunity to get closer, and was like- "ayo want me to model 4 u??👀👀" and reader is like " pls wear clothes this isn't gunna be nude modeling bc I will get super embarrassed" and so basically soft fluff of reader painting angel and getting to know each other and confession

Mayybbee a oneshot?? If ur willing! Nor pressure

Also make sure to take time to urself and rest and eat water and drink food!!!

Lots of love from a silly Lil fan!! :))

hello dear!! ofc you can be ✨ anon, you’re already on my list haha, as i’ve stated in the past, im not amazing at oneshots, but here’s my take on this !

Warnings: Mentions of Nudity, Lazily written (sorryyyy), Pretty short

“Smooth Talker”

Angel Dust x Artist!Reader

After one of Charlie’s…interesting exercises, Vaggie suggests that the group should do therapy art, since y’know, it calms the soul. And Charlie couldn’t be more eager to do so!

The lobby was set up with canvases, paints, brushes, everything you could need!

Unlike most of Charlie’s previous activities, almost everyone was willing to participate, although Husk and Alastor kinda stood off to the side and watched.

Charlie was painting a cartoon version of Razzle and Dazzle, Vaggie was painting a sunset based off of the lesbian flag, Pentious was painting him in his war machine taking over Hell, and Niffty? Eh.. You don’t wanna know..

You on the other hand? Stood in front of your canvas, clueless, “Y’know, I could model for you..” Angel says into your ear.

Your head turned to face him “Sure.” You say nonchalantly before turning back to your canvas.

“Wait really?-”

“Just please keep your clothes on.”

Eventually you had moved your stuff over to the other side of the lobby so Angel could pose on the couch.

He had a soft smirk, as he layed on the couch, his arm propping up his face. Although, he began to get fidgety, messing with his fluff.

“Stop moving.” You said with a soft smile.

Angel kept messing his fluff. “Ange!”

“Gee, sorry!” He said, chuckling, moving his arm back to its original position.

“So uh, how’d you get into all this?” Angel asked as the sketching of your pencil went to a stop and you began actually painting it. “College, back when I was alive I wanted to be an art therapist.” You explained.

“Fitting.” He murmured. For the most part, it was silent, a comforting silence though, the presence of each other was oddly soothing.

“Okay.” You muttered, squiggling your signature down at the bottom of the canvas quickly, “I’m done.” You announce to him, turning the canvas around to show him.

Angel perks up immediately, amazed by your skill, he slowly gets up off the couch to get a closer look. “Damn…” He said, his voice above a whisper, “Can I… Can I keep it?” He asked, hopeful that you might say yes, “Duh.” You giggled.

“For once the smooth talker is shocked, that’s new.” You say with a smirk. “And for once the introvert is talking back, that’s new.” Angel replies, but the usual attitude in his voice isn’t there, his voice is barely above a whisper as his eyes are still entranced with the painting.

You take the painting off the stand and hand it to Angel. You look over to a nearby window notice the sun is setting, despite the red sky still being as clear as day, “It’s getting late, I’m gonna head up to my room.” You say. “Yeah… Me too.”

As you and Angel are both walking to your rooms, you don’t say much, until a voice pipes up, “Y’know, I really owe ya for the painting.” Angel says, still looking at it, “Owe me what?” You ask, as you both arrive at your door.

“A date, maybe.” Angel says, pecking your forehead, “Stop by my room at eight tomorrow, if your interested~”

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walkingstackofbooks · 3 months ago

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Doctor Bashir I Presume AU where Julian transitioned during the Academy but never told his parents: (This totally got out of hand I'm sorryyyy 😅)

"What did you do to your lovely hair?" - Amsha's first reaction to seeing him in Sisko's office (He always wore a wig to visit them. This is exactly why.)

"You must be very proud of your son." "Our... son?"

Richard and Amsha trying to hide how unimpressed they are because they know it's socially unacceptable to be transphobic

(Not that they'd call themselves transphobic, of course. They have trans friends! But with Jules, well, it's different, isn't it? With all that they spent on her enhancements, there's no way her DNA would have been left with any... imperfections. And when it comes down to it, their her parents - they know her better than she knows herself.)

Amsha complaining at dinner how Julian hadn't prepared them for the shock of seeing him. "How could you do this to us? We were so embarrassed in front of your Captain."

(As if it wasn't them in the first place who had showed up totally unannounced 🙃🙄)

Richard saying that if Julian had told them he'd been having these feelings from the beginning, they might have been able to get help for him before he ruined his body.

Richard (angrily): "You've got some nerve, asking us to be careful with this Zimmerman chap! With the sort of risks you've been taking? Don't you realise how easily you could have been found out, all for some unnecessary surgery?" Julian (painfully restrained): "I don't expect you to understand, father, but it was necessary for me." Amsha (sadly): "Your father's just looking out for you, Jules. Try to understand that."

Misunderstandings abound when talking to Miles*, but eventually it's cleared up that Julian's parents are shit.

Cue a lot of anger (and a lot more anger than Julian thought anyone would feel. Because, you know, when you grow up knowing that your parents aren't the most accepting people, you figure that's just what some parents are like, rather than assuming yours are among the most outliers of outliers...)

Miles tells Julian he should talk to Sisko and get his parents kicked off the station. Julian's like, "That's a nice idea, but the captain can't just do that unless he's got a good reason" and Miles is like "You do know that persistently misgendering someone is literally a Federation hate crime, right?"

The Bashirs of course deny any wrongdoing. Richard gets angry, claiming "it's a family matter". Amsha starts crying about how unfair it all is.

"You have to understand, Captain -- she's been our daughter for over thirty years. We know Jules is angry with us but please, she knows that we love her really. If you could just let us talk to her--"

Sisko is fuming. "I might believe you cared if you had made any attempt to get Julian's gender right." "You don't know what it's like!" Amsha protests. "This is all so sudden!" "I know exactly what it's like!" Ben snaps back. "And I'll tell you, I didn't for a second consider telling Jake that I didn't believe him, or that he must be mistaken, or that he needed to be patient with my mistakes. In fact, I made sure as hell that I didn't make mistakes. There's no case here, as far as I'm concerned. You're both confined to quarters until the next shuttle arrives."

So I guess in the aftermath of all that, Julian's enhancements never get revealed. Even if the Bashirs were to make an apology, Miles would shut the hologram down, now he knows what Julian's parents are like.

But I think they probably feel too betrayed to try and make an apology, even a bad one.

So yeah, they're forced off the station and Julina actually gets, like, support and stuff from his friends!

Also, for like, a month afterwards, all of Molly and Yoshi's bedtime stories have trans main characters because Miles is low-key anxious about them ever starting to feel like Julian had about it not being okay.

(Keiko catches onto this and just happens to invite Julian around one night when it's storytime. Molly gets Julian to read her book. It's cute.)

(Afterwards, he enthuses about how he wishes he'd had books like that when he was a kid. And that's... sad.)

About two months later, when enough time has passed that Jadzia can pretend this isn't about Julian (although it totally is), Jadzia gets Quark and Jake involved in digging up some Earth history and holding a stationwide Pride celebration. (Julian appreciates both the gesture and the pretense.)

Garak makes some huffy comment to Julian about how "of course the Federation would have a whole festival devoted to degeneracy". Julian rolls his eyes and is about to take the bait, when he suddenly realises, "Wait, didn't Dukat once accuse you of being a degenerate?" "Wholly unsubstantiated claims, my dear Doctor." "Of course," Julian agrees sagely. "Although," he adds, a grin dancing across his lips, "if you ever find yourself wanting to substantiate them, Mister Garak..."

*The Misunderstandings:

"No offense, Julian, but you look wrecked. Is everything okay?"

Not meeting Miles' eyes, Julian takes a breath, as if to compose himself. "Let's just say that my parents are not exactly taking the news that I'm trans well."

In the moment, Miles chooses the wrong part of the sentence to focus on. "Wait, you're trans?"

Julian shrugs unhappily, a flash of anxiety passing over his face. "That doesn't... change how you feel about me, does it?" he asks hesitantly.

"'Course not!" replies Miles. "It's a bit of a surprise, I'll give you that, but-- No, sorry, I mean: what pronouns do you want me to use? Do you want to go by a different name?"

Before Julian can respond, Miles has another thought. "And what do you mean, your parents aren't taking this well? You're their son! -- Sorry, daughter-- offspring-- their child, I mean--"

"Hold up, Chief," Julian says, shaking his head in bemusement. "I'm still Julian. I'm very much a man. My parents just didn't know that until... yesterday."

"You never told them?"

"No."

"For how long?"

"Twelve years, if you're counting from when I first came out. More like twenty if you go from when I first knew."

"Jesus." Miles runs a hand through his hair. "Well, at least that explains why they're mad. That's an awfully big thing to hide from your own parents, Julian."

Julian grimaces. "I know," he replies, looking down. "It wasn't exactly brave, I guess but... I don't know. It was easier to cope with being misgendered because they didn't know, than being misgendered on purpose, you know?"

Being misgendered on purpose? This is such a bizarre statement, so at odds with what Miles knows of the world, that it takes him a minute to try and wrap his head around it.

"I'm lost, I'm afraid," he says eventually. "I can't, um-- Julian, what happened when you told your parents?"

#cw transphobia #sorry Julian #but yay friends?#trans julian bashir #richard and amsha's a++ parenting #doctor bashir i presume #queer ds9 #andi writes #my trek musings #wsb

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southparktexts · 9 months ago

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haiii !! could you maybe write headcannons with stan, kyle and kenny and how it is to sleep with them in one bed (as partners) if you havent written it before?? like, do they kick or talk in their sleep for example😭😭 and alsooo some cuddling in bed headcannons would be nice but remember that you don't have to write it if you don't want to !! im such a sucker for psychical touch sorryyyys

hii sweetheart !! id love too !!

The Main 3 Sleeping w/ Reader

kyle ;

- i can see him being the cuddling type

- he loves pillow talking with you

- i can see kyle as a big spoon, sometimes a little spoon when he’s stressed

- if you’re extremely tired he will definitely hold you in his arms and whisper sweet things into your ear.

“you did so well today.”

“im so proud of you.”

- if you’re really sleepy and hes busy, he’ll drop everything to tuck you in.

- he’s a sleep mumbler !! ironic right?

- one time you heard him mumble about how he loves you and then switched to beating up cartman..

- he doesn’t mind sharing the bed with you and actually prefers it

- makes him feel safe and secure.

- also i can’t see him snoring either

- … is that weird?

- like he sleeps with soft breaths not snoring.

- but to make up for it, he yawns loudly.

- kisses your forehead a lot !!

stan ;

-little spoon most of the time until he isn’t feeling it

- i can see him and you have your own sides of the bed.

- the most affectionate thing he will do is wrap his arms around your neck and wrap his legs around you.

- only when he feels like it through

- unlike stan he kinda minds sharing his bed with you, but only a little bit.

- he likes your presence but sometimes he doesn’t its on and off sometimes.

- by on and off i mean one minute he likes it then another he doesn’t.

- and that can all happen within 2 minutes..

- stan’s a kicker

- not a rough kicker

- a soft gentle one

- he snores

- not a loud snorer like his father

- like a steady quiet snorer

- like the volume that you can only hear in a quiet room.

- definitely a sleep talker

- he also likes pillow talk a lot for some reason.

- but only when hes in the mood for pillow talk.

- the most affectionate thing you’ll get out of him as well is an ‘i love you’

kenny ;

- okay, kenny is a 50/50 between big and little spoon

- like on one hand, he likes being held and having his hair played with.

- but on the other he wants to bury his head into you and hold you for the rest of eternity.

- he definitely doesn’t mind sharing beds with you, it makes his nights better.

- ive said this before but he loves sleepy you.

- he likes asking you questions when you’re sleeping.

- hearing your little hums to every question

“do you love me?”

“mhm..”

“do you want me to stay?”

“mmmhm..”

- hear me out, he’s a drooler

- drooling on pillows in his sleep.

- also a loud snorer, like his father

- i can see him being mix between sleeping talking and mumbling.

- loves playing with you’re hair when you can’t sleep or even whispering to you

“you’re so gorgeous..”

“all mine..”

- forehead kisser as well as a neck kisser

reqs are open !! <3

#kyle broflovski x reader #south park x reader #southpark #southparkheadcannons #southparkimagines #stan marsh x y/n #eric cartman #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #southparktexts

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kairiscorner · 1 year ago

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sorry, i need your help feeding my delulu if you so accept! miggy, but we are pregnant and he is going to be a dad again so he is soft but also so scared and aaaah!

HI ANON, DON'T BE SORRYYYY tbh you guys also feed my delulu when y'all give me reqs, this is a two-way street babes (✿◡‿◡) i hope you like this, i really wanna make it emotional bc this man and babies...... the multiverse hates them together 🥲

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

a second chance (miguel x pregnant!reader)

summary: you were going to deliver to miguel the happiest news you had ever received in your life--that you were pregnant with his baby. though... the wound of his past have yet to heal, and despite his love for you, his trust in himself is still practically non-existent. do you believe he deserves this chance, to be a father again? word count: 1,444

"you had something you wanted to talk about?" miguel asked you with a slightly puzzled look on his face as he sat down on the couch next to you, a little anxious internally. because for all the time you two have been together, you've always addressed your concerns and issues with miguel straightforwardly. you've never put off directly stating what was on your mind when you were with him, never once, and he loved you a whole lot for it. so why are you suddenly being a little... cryptic about whatever this was?

you looked at miguel with a slight hint of a smile on your face as you scooched over a little closer to him. you wrapped your hand around his, and soon, began to explain what you wanted to tell him. "mig, um... i really, really want to tell you that you are the most loving man i have ever met in my entire life." you said as you chuckled slightly to yourself out of sentiment, which miguel raised his eyebrows at. "and, well, you've made me feel the happiest i've ever felt in a long, long time." you went on as you interlocked your fingers in his.

miguel felt a little flustered in the face when he felt your touch, despite being with you for a long while now, he's never gotten fully used to the delicate feeling of your dainty, smaller fingers around his own coarser, bigger ones. he could hold you forever, if you'd let him; and when he means forever... he means forever.

you rubbed your thumb over his finger, evoking him to show a small smile as you continued. "and, miggy, i want you to know that, no matter what happens at the end of every mission... i'm always waiting for you, i'm always here for you." you reassured him, which just made his smile grow wider and his eyes become softer. "querida, what... what is this about?" he asked with a gleeful expression on his face, though he was still unsure of where this conversation was going.

your lips curved into an even happier smile as you leaned against miguel, though your face showed slight undertones of anxiety that was shrouded with the brightness of your joy at the news you were going to tell him. "i love you, so, so much miguel. and i hope... i hope you won't stop loving me for what i'm about to tell you." you told him as your voice softened, as you prepared to whisper in his ear exactly what you meant to tell him.

you leaned closer into his ear as he muttered under his breath, "i'd love you all the same no matter what you'd tell me," and soon... you came out with it.

"i'm pregnant, miguel."

those three words stupefied miguel for a moment. as you pulled away, he looked at you right in the eyes, and you could see in his own just how wide they got. the gleeful expression on his face was replaced with astonishment–and just like you, with slight hints of worry and anxiety.

"you... you are?" he asked as his voice shook. you nodded slowly, biting the inside of your cheek as you felt like this was where you two would end, this is when you'd see a version of miguel that you wished you'd never see–but it happens, sometimes; miguel is only human, and he's lost a daughter he considered his... of course you wouldn't blame him if he didn't want this.

but instead, miguel's surprised eyes were filling up with tears. real, live, genuine tears were welling up in the poor man's eyes. his brown eyes watered up as he asked you, over and over again–a smile growing on his face every time you said 'yes'. "i'm gonna be a dad? and you're... you're gonna be a mom?" he asked you, to which you–in your equally teared up and emotional state–answered him a soft, "yes, miguel. we're gonna be parents."

miguel let out a small chuckle as he held your hands in his, thanking heaven above for gracing him with you and for letting you bear this child you two made. he wept tears of euphoria–happiness wouldn't be enough to describe the feelings he felt when he realized the love you two shared had been given life, would be given a name, would cry out and be welcomed into the world and... and...

"...they'll live a life..." he muttered silently as he looked down at the cushioning of the sofa, staring into nothing in particular as he felt himself freeze up. miguel still couldn't stomach those two facts that hit him when you announced your pregnancy: he'd be a father, and he'd have a child–again. honestly, he has wanted this chance for the longest time. but when that opportunity presented itself... miguel ruined a whole universe in his wake. he felt like he killed a child–his child, but was never his child. he doesn't feel like he deserves this chance again; maybe it is a punishment for him, to remind him of his fatal mistake that day when he gave in to the temptation and stole a daughter that was never even his.

he felt filthy, and still feels that way.

"mig?" you called out to him as miguel muttered to himself, letting go of your hand slowly and placing his head in his hands. he muttered to himself, asking himself if he's even worthy of this second chance. you placed your hands on his shoulders, and wordlessly... you wrapped him in your embrace. you knew he'd do this, this was why you felt so anxious to tell him the news–but the miguel o'hara you loved and would become the father of your child, you felt, deserved this chance.

"i am so... so sorry..." miguel muttered as he looked up at you, his eyes teary now due to saddened sobs, his mouth curving down into an evident frown–his eyebrows curving upward to show remorse, guilt, and shame. "i don't know what i did... to be absolved of my sin, to... to be given another chance... as a father, a real father this time... i'm sorry..." he muttered through feeble sobs as you held him closer.

"miguel... i won't pretend i know what you're going through, or that i think i know what challenges your facing, but... this is your child–our child. if i'm given this chance to be the mother of your child, so be it, i'll take that chance. but i want you to realize... this isn't just your chance, it's ours. it's our child. never feel guilty for wanting to be a father again, and... please, don't think that you don't deserve this. we both do. and i'll take it, i'll take it with you because... i love you. and i love our child, i'll love you both so, so, so much..." you uttered to miguel as you watched the tears stream down his face as you spoke to him, your voice yielding to the torrent of emotions both you and miguel felt at that moment. you knew your words alone may not be enough to heal the wounds from his past, nor will your child with him ever erase gabriella from his memories and life; but you wanted miguel to know this second chance was something he deserved, that he deserved to be the father of your child and the man you'd love endlessly for that.

miguel wrapped his arms around you gently as he sobbed into your shoulder, muttering his thanks and promises to be a better man, to be a more loving partner for you and a strong, capable father for your future child together. "i swear... no matter what kind of hell comes our way, i'll be there to save you, both of you. i'm not losing another family again, never... i love you, and our child, so... so much..." he murmured as he kissed your shoulder and rubbed your back, with you reciprocating his embrace as you smiled through the tears. "i love you, too, miguel... and our baby would love you, too..."

and for the first time in a long while... miguel felt like he had something, someones, of his own; someone he would be free to love and care for, and would forever keep by his side. the wounds left in his heart from gabriella's existence would always remain as scars. your child would never replace her, she would always be special to miguel, of course; but your child would be his, his child--your child with him, who he'd love for a lifetime over, and be happiest calling his own.

a/n: I WANNA WRITE MORE OF DOMESTIC MIGGY NOW............ FUCK I NEED THE MULTIVERSE TO GIVE HIM THIS CHANCE

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara angst #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #atsv #atsv x reader #atsv fluff #atsv angst #atsv imagines #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

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auyuyu006 · 11 months ago

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Johnshi HCs

I'm sorry most of these aren't explicitly romantic I just have so many HCs about the two of them it's driving me crazy.

Johnny holds Kenshi by the waist, Kenshi holds Johnny by the shoulder or the bicep. After some time Kenshi starts to go for his hand instead.

Johnny is on his phone all of the time. Kenshi will either avoid the internet for a week or plays chess on the computer at the kitchen table for a day straight without talking to anyone (secretly uses Sento for this).

Kenshi has good spirits (literally) when it comes to his blindness, but can get very defensive when others pity him for it. Johnny is the only other person he will let touch his blindfold, take it off, or wash it.

Kenshi doesn't love the name "Johnny Cage" and thinks that "John Carlton" suits him. Johnny thinks that it sounds like an "old man's name"

Kenshi would visit Johnny on set sometimes but not say or do anything but sit in the background and watch him in silence until he was done.

Speaking of that- Kenshi had a good time filming in Outworld for Johnny's movie (made him feel like an action hero), but absolutely refused to watch the parts he was in.

Kenshi thought Johnny's movies were mostly cheesy before and after meeting him. However, he ended up rewatching all of them and got excited when there was news he got cast for a new one (before they started to officially date).

Johnny was a pretty good student growing up who made A's and B's as per expectations of his parents but hated school because he got picked on. He got into a decent university where he ended up falling in love with physics. He accidentally became famous around the time he was 20 (maybe he got street casted and went viral?) and had to balance acting with school to get his pHD. He is that school's most famous alumni.

Kenshi was mostly homeschooled by his parents and did not show much attention in academics in his youth due to his intense upbringing in the yakuza. This is something that he regrets but accepts that it wasn't really his choice to begin with. However he is quite knowledgable, knows broadly about history and literature, and can speak multiple languages (Japanese, Chinese, Korean, English, Spanish). He also learns braille relatively fast after losing eyesight.

Kenshi thinks it's so hot that Johnny has a pHD but also thinks its so strange he doesn't do anything with it. (It's a backup plan so he can write textbooks if his career tanks)

Johnny is great at drawing due to it being a hobby growing up stemming from him being a major comic book fan. Kenshi isn't very artistic however used to be able to do mediocre calligraphy (a skill he learned from his parents) before he became blind.

Kenshi breaking into Cage Mansion the second Cris left was admittedly pretty awkward for him (but he was too distracted by Sento to rly care).

Kenshi tries to not let it get to him, but he is saddened by the fact he cannot read properly anymore. Johnny tries to support him by buying him every audiobook in every language he understands. Kenshi will sometimes ask Johnny to read to him mostly because he loves the sound of his voice.

At first, Kenshi tried to get Sento to help him with daily tasks (cooking, cleaning, etc.), but after talking to Kuai Liang he tries not to rely on Sento on anything non-kombat related.

Kenshi has a slight lisp (I'm sorryyyy this isn't rly a hc but you can hear it in his intro dialogues he still sounds like a badass tho i think it's super cute thank god for Vic Chao)

Johnny makes their home a "smart home" a.k.a 30 Alexas in every room of their place, and a Samsung fridge he can live tweet from while making green juice.

Kenshi sometimes used to drive with Sento in the back seat and got arrested for it one time. Now he gets told off by Johnny for it every time he tries it again.

Kenshi will only drink milky coffee (lattes, cappuccinos, etc.) and prefers tea. Johnny hates coffee and tea and pounds red bull in the morning.

Kenshi used to care a lot about his personal style and mostly only wore suits and dress attire. After losing his eyesight, he didn't care as much anymore and just focused on wearing things that were comfortable (sweatpants, sweaters)

Johnny buys Kenshi soft fluffy things to wear all the time. Kenshi always says it's unnecessary but ends up wearing it anyway.

In MK1 Johnny is 32, and Kenshi is 39 (I like the idea of Kenshi being old it just makes sense to me). It both amuses and horrifies Kenshi that he's dating a white man 7 yrs his junior.

Johnny calls him "old man Takahashi" and Kenshi just goes along with it and says "get off my lawn you punk" or something LOL

I think Kenshi was more of the brawny "tough guy" of the yakuza than the suave, seductive type. He has more of an awkward and stony personality. And the fact that he was desperate to get out makes me think he wouldn't entertain the "flirty" role of the job. (a.k.a Kenshi is BAD at flirting unlike a certain someone)

Johnny sometimes helps Kenshis clunky azz samurai gear on before he engages in kombat. Johnny is also the reason Kenshi sometimes gives up and just wears a suit.

Kenshi shops like an old Asian dad. LOVES Costco, will eat all of the samples. Will buy everything on sale even if he doesn't need it. Will not take Johnny with him because his megastardom ruins the peace of being unrecognized. Has taken Raiden with him though. Will use Johnny's credit card. Johnny is dismayed that he hasn't taken a liking to Erewhon and Whole Foods

When Johnny isn't there with him at night Kenshi will play his movies and fall asleep to the sound of his voice

Kenshi will have sex with the blindfold on. He will fall asleep next to Johnny with it off.

Kenshi doesn't like sleeping with the blindfold on, but was worried it would scare or disgust Johnny in some way. It doesn't and it never did. In fact, Johnny appreciates the intimacy that it creates.

#Johnshi #Johnshi hcs #Johnny cage #kenshi takahashi #johnny x kenshi #mk1 #maybe i'll write more of these #johnshi isn't even my fave mk ship lol #these are so kenshi centric #now you know what character i have projected onto #mk brainrot

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wjehfshs · 11 months ago

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Na’vi boys + Spider and them in a relationship w u ^^

Includes: Neteyam, Lo’ak, Spider, Rotxo, and Ao’nung

Authors note: I kinda already did this briefly when talking about what they want in a partner but I wanted to go into more depth about it. Also Spider is now involved. It’s also really hard to write for Rotxo, sorryyyy

SOME suggestive comments here and there but no smut! Or anything graphic or detailed!

Neteyam

Me might be nicknamed the Mighty Warrior, but for you, he’s weak in the knees

Kiri and Lo’ak always make fun of him for how he always becomes cuddly with you the instant he’s just a little bit tired

Just like his mama, whenever you two are alone, he’ll rub his face up against you, any place he can reach

Yes even if you’re not officially mated/too young to mate, he’ll do it

He gets compliments from other people in his clan a lot but they don’t do anything for him. But when YOU compliment him, he’s silently giggling and kicking his feet. You swear his head just got 2x bigger

His nicknames for you consist of “love” “my love” “sweetheart” and “beautiful one”

If you’re bigger than him he’ll also throw in some “my warrior” or even a “palm tree” (as if he isn’t 8’2 😭😭)

If you’re smaller than him (especially if you’re human) he’ll call you “my little one” or “my star”

He’ll always get you to pass something to him just so he can touch your hand while you pass it over

He literally acts as if you two aren’t in a relationship and have seen each other fully naked

He’s such a dork at heart

His favourite places to kiss you are your forehead and right next to your lips

Not that he doesn’t enjoy a kiss on the lips, but he knows it frustrates you so he’ll kiss you right next to your lips and then when you look at him like he just told you he was gonna break up with you, he chuckles and kisses you properly on the lips

I can guarantee that you will not be cold when sleeping with him

He’s like a radiator

But if it’s hotter outside, you’re trying to push him off as you have sweat dripping down your face as he has his head on your chest and his arms tightly, and I mean TIGHTLY around your waist

He likes to bathe with you

Not in a creepy or horny way

…okay maybe in a just very slightly horny way

But he likes to be able to hold you close, it feels intimate to him, and calming

Dude you will have his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he starts drooling if you run your hands through his braids

He’ll be purring n shit too

Do that and either his loincloth/tweng is thrown off somewhere else or he’s kissing you all over. Depends on the mood

He likes to have his arm wrapped around yours as you go for walks around the forest and find ponds/lakes to sit near

Or maybe instead the beach if you’re at the Metkayina clan

Although he always ends up getting in the water for some reason

It’s like he can’t help himself

And then he’ll try and drag you in with him, cuddling you as you try to slap him on the chest for getting you wet

Then he’ll press a kiss to your head and mumble to you “I’m sorry my love, I couldn’t help myself. You always just look so pretty and all I want to do is smother you”

He doesn’t really check you out per-se, but admires you

Tail wagging and everything

The dorkiest and silliest smile on his face as you do whatever you are doing

Then you catch him and he looks away, trying to act non-suspicious (he’s so suspicious)

Lo’ak

Now Lo’ak doesn’t even care

He just checks you out

I mean he cares if he’s caught, acting all cool and calm

He acts as if he wasn’t just drooling from the sight of you

When he’s sleeping he’s either twitching likes he’s having a seizure or he’s dead asleep

And when he’s dead asleep it’s like he decides to just weigh 2 tons

And you can tell it’s a good sleep too

He’s drooling, face smooshed up against something (usually you) and he’s sweating

If you’re laying on top of him he’ll roll over just to crush you in his sleep

And if you’re human, say good bye to any form of blood flow because you’re not getting him off you

He will not wake up for anything, you could scream in his ear and he won’t even move

But if you manage to actually get out of his iron grasp, he immediately wakes up and drags you back. He acts as if you’re his life line and if you stop touching each other he’ll drop dead

His favourite past time with you is to chase you around the forest/beach

It seems weird to other people but for you two, it’s actually a lot of fun

He’ll go a little slower if you can’t run as fast

Once he finally decides it’s enough he’ll catch up to you and pick you up off the ground, spin you around and kiss all up and down the back of your neck

He likes to kiss you on the back of your neck and on the lips

He also likes to have you on his lap a lot, makes him feel closer to you

He’ll rub his face against your head and he can’t help but smell you

He likes to smell you

That sounds weird but your scent comforts him

His love language is biting

Just nipping at you

He’s seriously like a giant chihuahua

He calls you names like “beautiful” “my one and only” and “baby”

He could listen to you talk for hours

Not even about anything specific, you could just be yapping about anything that comes to mind and he’ll listen with hearts in his eyes and a goofy smile on his face

Sometimes he’ll intentionally bring up things you like/things you could talk about for a long time just so he can listen to you talk

He’s guilty of falling asleep on top of you while you rant about whatever

He just can’t help it, your voice is one of his favourite things about you

He gets jealous easily though

He trusts you, but he’s insecure within himself

So anytime he thinks someone’s getting a little too touchy or flirty with you, he steps in and makes it a point to hug and kiss you

And he will try to always have you either on his lap or at least next to him so he can hug you

He’s not obsessed with PDA and he doesn’t mind if you dislike it, but he also isn’t opposed to the idea of it

He actually finds it comforting to know that others know you two are together

If you have any work to do, wether it be chores for the clan or work in the lab (obvi depends if ur Na’vi, human or Avatar) he’ll follow you around and bother you

Kissing all up your neck and spine while you work, whinging about how your attention isn’t on him

He goes through phases. First it’s trying to distract you, then it’s feeling rejected and sulking, then pretending he actually doesn’t care abt what you’re doing, then it’s getting all way up in your face about what you’re doing, and then it’s just acceptance. But usually by acceptance you’re done with whatever you had to do (this part is all light hearted if someone acted like this genuinely it would be a little weird and concerning)

When you are finished though, he’s now lying on top of you, crushing you with his weight as he rubs his face all over you

He can’t help but always touch you in some capacity

Tail wrapped around you

Hand in yours

Arm around your waist/shoulders

Spider

Okay so first and foremost, he will try and act all tough and stronger than he to impress you

ESPECIALLY if you’re Na’vi

He once claimed he could pick you up so you sat yourself down and he got maybe your feet off the floor (you totally didn’t do it yourself to make him feel better) before he had to give up

“Look I totally could! Todays just not a good day”

If you’re human and shorter/around the same height than him, he definitely could, but he always does it wrong and hurts himself

It’s not that you’re too heavy for him, he’s just not cautious and picks you up wrong, hurting his back in the process

He likes to sleep on top of you, sprawled out like a starfish and on his stomach

He sleeps pretty long so if you’re Na’vi you can probably just easily pick him up and put him to the side

But if you’re human, then you probably can’t, so you’re just going to have to wait there until he wakes up

And trying to wake him up before he’s ready either just won’t work or will end in him becoming grumpy

Once’s he’s grumpy he demands you give him a kiss to make it up to him (he’s like a big ass baby)

Oh and his kisses (especially his morning kisses) are sloppy and have no thought behind them

He means them but he just goes for it, he doesn’t care where the kiss lands, just as long as it’s somewhere on your body

He’s so nervous like all the time

Just wants to impress you

Lo’ak once told him, in order to impress you, he should do a front flip off a low down enough tree when you were looking

He managed the flip, but when he landed, he accidentally twisted his ankle

You saw it happen and tried to get him to go to med bay but he swore he was fine

It was only until one of the scientists saw him limping into the lab later that day when he finally caved and went to med bay

Now back on the carrying thing

If he can carry you, he’ll insist on holding you bridal style while he trudges through a small stream over to the other side

Even if you’re perfectly capable, he still insists on it, makes him feel strong and protective

He likes to sit next to you, hold your face and bump noses with you, giggling and smiling as you whisper to each other and look in each others eyes

Not only does he enjoy doing it, but he also knows it makes Lo’ak gag every time he has to see it and he likes to tease his best friend

He’ll bring you things he found around the forest

You have an assortment of random rocks and now dried plants/flowers he found pretty

If you’re Na’vi, he’ll play with the tips of your fangs (yknow? Like feeling them) when you’re cuddling

He also will sometimes grab your tail and wrap it around him while you two are cuddling

If you try and scent him (bc I’m pretty sure the Na’vi scent their mates/partners) he’ll be so proud for the rest of the day

Walking around like he’s hot shit

“Yeah [name] scented me, they’re totally obsessed with me”

Like he’s not constantly talking and thinking about you

His nicknames for you are “sweetie” “mine” and “softie”

He likes to call you softie because it doesn’t matter your body type, to him, you’re just a big softie

If you’re Na’vi he’ll add in “blueberry” as a nickname because one of the scientists showed him what they where and he decided that was a great nickname for you

He likes to kiss you on the tip of your nose and your shoulder

He’s picked up the chasing habit from Lo’ak

He loves when he can chase you around the forest

Rotxo

He’ll often hold your face in his hands, squishing your face and pinching your cheeks like he’s some grandma

He’ll sleep curled up next to you, his head on your shoulder

His hair gets in your face but you don’t mind since it’s very soft and clean (he takes very good care of it)

Or he’ll spoon you. He would like to be the small spoon sometimes but his front gets cold so he prefers to be the big spoon so your back can warm him up

His nicknames for you are “my light” “my sunshine” and “love”

He puts a lot of emphasis on how you’re his guiding light almost, that you make his days better

His favourite places to kiss you are on the lips and on the stomach

He also likes to have you on his lap as much as he can

His head on your shoulder as he presses his cheek up against yours, his arms around your waist, pressing occasional kisses to your cheek

More on the kissing you on your stomach thing, when he hasn’t seen you for awhile or he’s had a long day, when he sees you again he’ll run up to you, pick you up so his face is pressed against your stomach as he kisses all over it

He can’t help but blow some raspberries on it too, it makes you laugh and your laugh is like a drug to him

He spends a lot of time weaving and making things for you

His tail can’t stop wagging when he sees you wearing whatever he made for you

Being a soft lover obviously has its perks, but he can also become insecure when you have any friends/anyone talks to you who is taller, stronger, and more confident

He’s the sad kind of jealous

When he gets jealous he becomes sad and avoids you

He automatically assumes the worst case scenario so be prepared to have to comfort him and reassure him that you love him and him only

He’s not really with it a lot of the time (day dreamer fr) so sometimes you have to hold his hand and guide him places

And it’s really awkward if you’re human, you’re so tiny compared to him yet you’re leading him around and he’s just stumbling over his own two feet

He likes to dance with you at celebrations and ceremonies

It doesn’t matter if you know the dances, he’ll teach you. Or you’ll both just do your own thing together, giggling and laughing

If you’re human and at a celebration, he’ll always try to guide you away from the crowd so you don’t get fucking stomped to death

I like to think that he secretly wants to be a healer/helper of the Tsahík, but his parents want him to become a strong warrior like all of his friends are doing

But he’s secretly picked up on tips and tricks (thanks to Ronal feeling bad for a 7yr old Rotxo bawling his eyes out because he wanted to help ppl but he couldn’t)

So if you ever get hurt, he’s rushing to your aid and helping you

Not only is he skilled in healing, but he’s also great at emotional comfort

He knows just what to say and when to say it

Not only that, but he’s just like a big old teddy bear

Cuddly and soft

He dotes over you a lot

His favourite activity with you is weaving and visiting the spirit tree

Even if you can’t connect to it because you’re human, he’s fine with just sitting on his Ilu with you or going to a nearby beach close enough to still watch the animals swim around the spirit tree

To him, it’s romantic. And if even you can connect to the spirit tree, you don’t always. Sometimes you two just go there to sit and talk, have some alone time from the clan

It’s actually where you two had your first kiss

Ao’nung

Ok so we all know it’d definitely be an enemies to lovers kinda thing

Or at least a redeemed bully who secretly likes you

I wanna go into some depth about Ao’nung with human reader so prepare for that

At first he’d HATE you

Not only out of, yknow, reasonable hate for humans, but also partly out of fear

But he’d rather die than admit that he was a little scared of you

It started off with avoiding you, always on guard around you, his hand automatically placed on his knife that was hanging off his hip, just in case

But then when he realised how… harmless, you really were, he calmed down

The fear and anxiety turned into bullying and teasing for your “weird appearance”

He secretly found you cute, but he wouldn’t even admit that to himself

So he started targeting you, purposefully sitting next to you at communal dinners just so he could make witty remarks about how slow you eat due to have to lift up your mask each time and having to breathe between each bite

Then it switched to the obvious “why do you have four fingers?”

Then to nicknaming you “little demon”

And it just kept going

It finally stopped when one day you smiled at him

That’s all it took

He found your smile so captivating and radiant that he finally had to admit he liked you and he could no longer find it in himself to be hostile or teasing anymore

So he actually tried to form a friendship

During the actual relationship, he will regularly pick you up and inspect you

Comment on how soft and squishy you are

Comment on how small compared to him you are

Comment on your weird yet adorable appearance

Ok so here, it doesn’t matter if you’re human, Na’vi or avatar

He will leave love bites

All over you

And if you wear Na’vi clothes/clothes that don’t cover as much, it’ll piss you right off

Because you’ll be trying to do a daily task and people will be staring and giggling because there’s a giant fucking bite mark right on your neck just the right size and shape of Ao’nungs teeth

And the way he apologises? Leaving a “soft kiss” on the love bite that eventually turns into a hickey

He can’t help himself, it’s like he goes feral and loses all sense of shame and control as soon as his lips touch you

He’s also a scenter

He’s very protective so he makes sure you smell of him every god damn morning

He has 3 ways and 3 ways only of sleeping

Curled up next to you in the fetal position with his tail wrapping around you

On top of you

You on top of him

His favourite places to kiss you are the neck, on top of your head, and literally just anywhere that gets you flustered

He likes to tease you

He makes a game out of it too

“How many times can I fluster them today?”

Whispering suggestive shit in your ear and giggling when you try to get him to shut up

Or hugging you from behind and tracing circles over your hip/waist/stomach

And his favourite, kissing you and slipping a little tongue in there right before he pulls away

He’s such a little menace

His nicknames for you are “my star” or “my little star” if you’re shorter than him, “love” and “sweetheart” but anytime he calls you sweetheart it’s in a whiny way that he draws out to get your attention, like anytime you’re busy doing something, he’ll call you sweetheart in a long drawn out way with a fake whiny voice to get your attention

And if you’re human, he never really let go of the “little demon” nick name, but he’s switched it now to “my little demon”

In public he’s not not affectionate, but he dials it down a bit, but as soon as you’re in private, he’s all over you

Face in your neck, arms squeezing you so tight you struggle to breathe, and probably lying on top of you

He’s insecure and wants to be just like his father, so any time you compliment his skill in something, he’s secretly blushing and giggling. But he puts on this “yeah, it’s whatever” persona to seem cool

One of his favourite activities with you is to go swimming with you

Especially if you aren’t from the reef, seeing your eyes light up at everything in the ocean makes his heart swell

If you’re human, your mask annoys him. He understands why you need it but he can’t kiss you and it frustrates him

So if a lab is set up at the Metkayina clan, he’s elated to finally have somewhere he can freely kiss you

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joejhang · 3 months ago

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i read die free or die a failure.

spoilers ahead !!! these are my thoughts and i'm a yapper.

THINGS I LIKED (in no particular order)

andrew. (i feel like i really enjoyed his characterisation even tho it wasn't accurate. like it still felt sort of like him just like he was more vocal??? more expressive??? idk like his real personality was all there. i feel like he didn't really do anything that canon andrew wouldn't do, he just did it more openly. i love the way he handled neil and i love his smartass comments he genuinely made me laugh. and yeah protective andrew is near and dear to my heart)

kevin-neil dynamic (i would include jean in this but i hate to say it i feel like jean didn't quite fit in the narrative. like he was just there. but he didn't have a LOT of personality. it's fine tho we have tsc and that's enough for me. anyway. i loved kevin and neil's sibling dynamic it was SO funny i think they deserve to have more silly brotherhood moments in canon. i also liked how the author rlly deepened their relationship and there were a lot of layers to their bond)

SETH (i'll say it till the day i die seth deserved better. i feel like dfodaf perfectly illustrates how seth could've been if he had been allowed more time and a redemption arc. maybe it was a little rushed but i LOVED the way he became like a protective older brother to neil and actually learned about his mistakes and was willing to own up to them. GOD he had so much potential)

martyr!neil (IDK I KNOW IT'S TOXIC IT WAS JUST REALLY REALLY WELL DONE. it's not completely in line w canon neil's personality tbh but i feel like the author just got one of neil's key personality traits (a penchant for self-sacrifice and getting into near death situations) and just exaggerated for narrative purposes. which i can respect. and i just genuinely think neil is the bestest boy and this is probably very similar to what he could've been like if he had grown up in the nest)

andreil build up (i say build up bc that's the part i loved most abt their relationship in this fic. like it just felt very right for them to be together romantically after everything they went thru in this fic together. and i feel like andreil is a difficult ship to rewrite and make good bc of how well nora developed the intimacy and trust between them but this fic did it right. like the amount of trust they had in each other rlly warmed my heart!!! and i'm honestly a bit of a traditionalist and i like to stick to the canon but i think within the context of this fic their relationship was developed perfectly and paced perfectly. it just felt like the final piece in the puzzle slipped into place when they actually officially got together. like it just made sense. bc they already had that pre-existing foundation of trust and consent and they already knew each other really well. and their banter!!! it was so well written and funny. they had GREAT chemistry. they cooked w this one)

THINGS I KINDA DIDN'T LIKE (no hate!!! i'm just a natural hater and these r just some criticisms)

neil. (SORRYYYY i just can't stand when they mischaracterise my boy!!!! i feel like it kind of is a personal preference but reading this fic didn't really feel like i was reading neil. i think in the first half it was fine and i wasn't bothered by it too much but by the second half it kind of took me out of the narrative. like the neil i know and love isn't this vocal or this open about like...anything. like i just felt like neil in this fic was just very like out there and a lot louder and more...talkative??? than neil in canon. and i think it bothered me a lot bc one of the things i love most abt neil is his quiet (until he's not) personality. like he's really chill and just isn't as like vocal as he was in this fic. again it's probably just me, but i just feel like the neil characterisation in this fic didn't feel quite right to me)

the dialogue (not all of it but a lot of it i remember being like oh ok. like it felt a little too...like blunt??? like the dialogue felt kind of jarring bc i feel like real ppl wouldn't speak like that. a lot of the conversations felt kind of awkward (this isn't me imposing my own like preferences onto this fic even within the narrative it didn't feel right) and i feel like a lot of what aftg does right in terms of writing is showing not telling the characters' thoughts and feelings whether thru actions or expressions. but in this fic it kind of felt like the characters were all just saying exactly what they were thinking and feeling and experiencing at all times and it kinda took me out of the story)

ok that's it. the things i liked outnumbered the things i disliked but the things i disliked were some pretty big things. STILL. i digress. i think writing such a long and complicated fic abt such a well-loved piece of writing is such a skill and i think the author did great even if there were things i personally didn't love about it. go read it PLEASE so i can discuss this w ppl. CHECK TW!!! there are a lot and this fic is very dark and very heavy and difficult to read at times. anyway. props to the author i had a great time.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31265498/chapters/77287217

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #jean moreau #andrew minyard #kevin day #andreil #aftg fanfic #die free or die a failure #dfodaf #zoe yaps

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niceboyeds · 2 years ago

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won't let you go (e.m.)

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: spending time with Eddie: talking about your days, futures, and enjoying each others company <3

contains: fluff, comfort, brief and non-descriptive mention of childhood trauma, clingy!eddie if you squint lol, please let me know if i missed something!

word count: 942

a/n: im just trying to fill the Eddie-shaped hole in my chest, i miss him a lot. not edited sorryyyy. 3rd time trying to post this because its not showing in the tags and i hate this site.

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“hey sweetness.” Eddie’s familiar lips press against the top of your head, giving you a quick kiss.

you’re sitting in your room, on a bench that allows you to look outside. it’s a rainy day and you love watching the weather from your window, but you seem to have lost track of time when you get startled by your boyfriend’s presence.

“hi there, pretty boy.” you smile, scooting away from the wall so he can sit with your body between his legs and your head on his chest.

his arms wrap you into a hug and it makes you giggle, still after over a year of dating you haven’t gotten used to how much he loves to show you affection.

“how was your day?” you ask him with a yawn, settling into his hold.

“long, but better now that I’m with you.” his face presses into the back of your head and you know he's smiling. “what about you? what did you do today?”

“I finished my book this morning, but I couldn’t go get a new one because I didn't really want to drive in the storm.”

“you should've called me. I would've stopped and gotten it for you, silly.”

“but then I’d have to wait even longer to see you.” you tilt your head up to face him and pucker your lips, signifying you want a kiss and he naturally grants your wish.

“god you’re so cute.” he smiles against your lips, pecking them one more time before you lean forward slightly.

“where are you going?” he whines, gripping you a little tighter to keep you close to him.

“I just have to pee, I’ll be right back!” you laugh, squirming out of his arms.

“how long?”

“like 3 minutes! promise.” he releases you and you scurry off to the bathroom.

“see, told ya I’d be fast.” you tell him, walking back into your room.

“3 minutes and 36 seconds.” he teases, trying his best to hold his frown but it’s no use and a smile peaks through his lips.

you sit back with him, laying on his chest once again and looking out the window. it’s days like this when you really take the time to appreciate how much you care for him. how much you love him. something so simple like watching the rain together brings you so much joy your heart could burst.

“what do you want to do after graduation?”

“I think I want to travel, not go back to school right away.” you answer honestly, seeing as you’re young and there’s no reason to rush into settling down.

“oh there’s no way I’m going back to school.”

“of course not, you’re gonna go on tour and become famous. gonna leave me in the dust.”

“nah, you’ll be my little roadie.” it’s quiet for minute as you picture the two of you traveling the world together. “do you want kids?”

that’s unexpected.

“um… I don't know yet.”

“what do you mean?”

“I don’t want to screw them up.” you pause for a beat, “I don't want them to go through what I had to.”

“you’re nothing like your parents.” he reassures you, “you are so caring and considerate. so loving. and their trauma… baby, their trauma wasn’t an excuse to hurt you.”

you know he’s right. you didn’t deserve anything you went through. even though they’ve tried to make amends with you, it’s still deeply engraved in your memories. you fought your whole life to become the complete opposite of your family. you’re still fighting.

“do you want kids?” you ask him, still not sure on your own answer.

“I want whatever you want.”

“I meant like… like if we didn’t end up together.”

“oh, no! you’re not allowed to leave me.” he squeezes you tighter, rocking you back and forth gently.

“you can’t predict the future though.”

“didn’t I tell you? I’m actually a psychic and know that you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of your life.”

you giggle at his words. that’s the thing about Eddie. even when the conversation takes an emotional turn, he’s always there to ground you and let you know he’s there for you before cracking a joke to lighten the mood. it’s just one of the many reasons you love him.

you continue to lay into him, craving the closeness. you turn to look out the window again, the rain picking up which gives you an idea.

“can… can we do something crazy?”

“I love crazy.”

you grab his hand, dragging him out of your bedroom and through the house. you head right out the front door. you look back to see his face, hoping he wouldn’t look like it was a bad idea. the ear-to-ear cheesy grin he has is all it takes for you to let his hand go and start spinning in the rain.

you laugh as you jump in puddles, playing in the rain, and just feeling free. feeling young again. like this is what your childhood should’ve been filled with.

Eddie runs up behind you, capturing you into his arms as he picks you up and the two of you spin together in the rain. both of you completely soaked but neither of you caring that you could get sick from the wetness and cold wind.

a sudden crack of thunder startles the two of you, and you wrap your arms around him tightly so you don’t fall.

“not to worry, sweetheart. I gotcha. I won’t let you go.” he leans in to kiss you, a moment that made the world stop spinning. one that reminded you that he is your safe place.

he is your family.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson comfort #eddie munson fluff

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swissboyhisch · 2 years ago

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Mein Schätzeli

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Reader

Summary: After thinking you were asleep, Nico takes the time to speak to your baby.

Word Count: 458

Warnings: Pregnancy inaccuracy maybe. And use of google translate. Sorryyyy

Request: Yes "Nico just holding you and keeping you warm because you’re pregnant and freezing and when he thinks you’re asleep he is talking to the bump and being really sweet and you’re like “I’ve found the one” ❤️"

SWISSBOYHISCH MASTERLIST

Being 35 weeks pregnant kinda sucked. Sure you were excited to meet you and Nico’s child but your hormones were running wild. You felt fat. And eating a lot didn’t help. You were emotional, mostly tired and grumpy. But you were lucky. Nico was home for the week, having a couple home games.

At this point, you couldn’t do much. Having been put on bed rest for the remainder of your pregnancy. Nico was great through the whole situation. He waited on you hand and foot and if he wasn’t home one of the girls would stay with you. Today though, he was home. Having only an optional skate in the morning.

You both spent the day relaxing. A rare day cuddled up in bed watching tv. It was cold so to you and Nico it was perfect cuddle weather. You started shivering as a breeze blew through your bedroom curtains. Nico pulled up the comforter over your body, tucking it just how you like it.

“Go to sleep,” Nico whispers.

“It’s too cold.”

“Give me a sec,” Nico muttered, leaving the bed to close the window then return to your side. He climbs under the covers and pulls you closer. Trying to keep you warm. “Is that better?”

You sigh happily. Getting yourself comfy before closing your eyes. “I love you.”

“Love you too, mein schatz.” Nico’s hands cradled your belly. “And you too, mein schätzeli.”

After some minutes of just the noise coming from the tv, Nico started tracing shapes on the tight skin. Little hearts. Swirls. Something so calming. A common occurrence that often helped you sleep. Especially since you had gotten pregnant and sleep was hard to come by. Nico assumed you had finally fallen asleep.

Nico slid down into the bed. Coming face to face, or well face to belly. You had to refrain from wriggling when he pressed light kisses to your stomach. The love radiating from Nico you could feel.

“Hi mein Schätzeli," Nico whispers. A gentle caress. “I can’t wait to finally meet you. It feels like your mumma and I have been waiting for years. Not long left now though. Only 5 weeks left. But I’m begging you, please wait for me to be home.”

His words made your heart swell. You knew you loved this man when you married him. And even more when you both found out you were expecting. But hearing this you knew. He's the one.

TAG LIST:

@penny4yourthoughts @mp0625 @hischierhaze @jayrami3

#nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier fic #nico hischier #new jersey devils imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #nhl imagines #swissboyhisch imagine #swissboyhisch

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oceanwithouthermoon · 1 year ago

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i always considered saiki aro, but you make me really rethink with kubosai. .

THATS SO LOVELY, i know you didnt ask but.. im going to take this opportunity to talk a little about my stance on kubosai and saiki's sexuality.. i mean i have talked about it multiple times but still, lots of people dont see what i see in these things sooo im gonna keep talking about it lol..

(under the cut cuz i made this WAYYY longer than i meant to, sorryyyy..)

i still see saiki as aroace personally !! just not romance repulsed aroace, rather just on the aroace spectrum.. i think hes the type of person to use 'queer' and 'aroace' as umbrella terms for himself instead of caring about specific labels, but if i had to, i would say he fits best with demi based on my interpretation.. (i usually see him as with no preference, but based on the text its easy to see him as having a preference for men too..)

i do get why people would see him as romance repulsed and its a lovely hc, but i see saiki as mlm, at least in the way i interpreted it.. i mean, he almost straight up says he has a crush on satou in the manga.. its great if people interpret it as a 'squish,' but i personally dont see that,, he kinda blatantly threw them in a romance chart together, blushes every time he sees him, etc. HOWEVER aroace people who relate in some way and project their experiences onto saiki will ALWAYS be valid, so i dont care !! i literally do that lmfao im an aroace lesbian,,

anyway, saiki has a lot of silly tsundere moments that lots of people who dont really look at the show past surface level (and usually dont read the manga) see as him literally hating his friends, family, romance, etc when its very much shown how hes being a tsundere and he LOVES his friends, family, AND romance.. (canonically loves romance not as in he definitely experiences romantic attraction, but as in he just is weirdly into love stories and such but wont admit it lmao, i talk about that chapter where he gets obsessed with those strangers love story he saw with psychometry but its just so good lol..) so i think that misinterpretation is where a lot of the discourse in this fandom comes from, like people who think he GENUINELY hates teruhashi ? they r literally best friends he cares about her so much..

kubosai is a ship i started loving, not really from seeing their canon interactions, but from analyzing the characters in the manga and seeing who i think would actually fit together and have a good dynamic..

im very weak for characters who are ashamed of their dark past, afraid of their own strength and that they might hurt the people they love, scared to tell their loved ones their secrets, etc.. and kuboyasu and saiki fit the bill perfectly, so i looked at them and immediately thought BOOM what if they were in love..

their dynamic is fun, even though we didnt get a lot of canon interactions.. theyre so similar yet SO different at the same time..

they both have pretty tragic pasts and family lives, both VERY protective of their friends and family and would do anything for them, both have bad coping mechanisms (mostly refusing to acknowledge that anything is really wrong at all), etc.. and yet, theyre almost opposites in the way they actually carry themselves..

saiki appears apathetic at all times in front of others even though his internal monologue or how he expresses himself when hes alone can be really emotional.. kuboyasu is pretty happy all the time even though he has pretty thinly veiled anger about half the time..

kuboyasu is just a human boy who was taught to take up as much space as possible for his survival, defend himself with his fists, honesty and loyalty and trust are essential, etc, while saiki is an almost-god whose upbringing taught him to try his best to take up NO space at all for his survival, dont get involved unless its from afar, dont get close with anyone, dont trust anyone, etc..

saiki prefers to protect his people from in the shadows, going as far as to literally stalk them to make sure theyre okay without their knowledge, while kuboyasu is unafraid to show how much he cares and prefers to literally come out swinging to protect his people.. put them together and you get two silly guys who will literally protect the other with their life despite knowing damn well that theyre both fully capable of protecting themselves..

kuboyasu is also like.. one of the only people in the cast other than saiki who can be like.. a voice of reason sometimes.. he would be so good for saiki and would make damn sure he knows when hes being irrational or dramatic (because cmon, its saiki.. hes such a drama queen all the damn time..) and i just think he needs that in his life..

yasu would reign saiki in when it comes to his everyday dramatics, and in turn saiki would reign yasu in when it comes to his over the top romance standards (and probably his anger issues and overreactions too..) and yet at the same time they would take comfort in each others silliness.. saiki may be like "we cant just drop out and get married, thats not how it works" but isnt it so refreshing for him to have someone that cares about him so unconditionally ?? unlike his own family ?? itd scare him at first, but hed make yasu tone it down to a healthier extent and itd become soo comfortable..

#im so sorry this is so long omg.. u do NOT care..#didnt wanna project too hard mid-post so i didnt mention how i see him as autistic but i'll say it here real quick lmfao #im an autistic aroace lesbian and i relate so hard to him lmfao.. him saying he doesnt UNDERSTAND romance felt so like me with my autism lo #tried very hard to phrase this so people wouldnt think im calling romance repulsed saiki hc a misinterpretation #people who thinks its canon are misinterpreting but the hc is valid and wonderful <33 #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo #kuboyasu aren #kubosai #meows post #meownalysis

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