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nicksbestie · 11 months ago

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Hey! If it’s not too much to ask, could you write a fic where Matt is a little bit tried to hide that he’s slipped from his partner (I don’t mind female or gender neutral :))? Thank you angel 💜💜💜

Hiding - M. Sturniolo

Summary : Despite being incredibly loved and supported, your boyfriend still struggles a lot with anxiety about how he chooses to cope. Good thing you can always tell when he needs you <3

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

Warnings : mentions of anxiety, worrying

Word Count : 1124

A/N : This is an age regression fic, which is purely safe for work and innocent. Any hate/disrespect towards me, my work, or readers, will not be tolerated.

Your boyfriend was the sweetest person that you had ever met. You had never met someone who was so genuinely kind hearted, despite everything that they had dealt with and been through, and you considered yourself so incredibly lucky to have such a darling person in your life, especially being your partner. He dealt with a lot in his life, especially now that he was a public figure, and you knew that could become incredibly difficult for him. It often showed in his time off of the camera, as his job was not stress free. His anxiety could often be uncontrollable, and it was something that he had struggled with for his entire life.

He had been through so many coping mechanisms in his life, desperately trying to find something that would ease his worries, and it took him a long time to find something comfortable for him. He took a while before he even told you about it, a little worried and afraid that he would be judged by you, despite knowing that you loved him unconditionally. When he finally told you that he had chosen regression as a coping mechanism, you comforted him with open arms, telling him that you were insanely proud of him, knowing that it had been difficult to overcome the anxiety swelling in his mind to just tell you about it.

Matt was the sweetest little, his age falling around the toddler range, and he was the most gentle baby you’d ever taken care of. He was quiet, fairly introverted, and extremely cuddly. He was a very loving little one, and he was nearly always happy while he was in headspace. He’s a cute baby, but sometimes, his anxiety follows him into his littlespace. Every now and then, it really got to him, and he was even more attached to you, terrified of the world, trusting you to take care of him and keep him safe. Because of this anxiety sometimes getting to him, during these days, he often fought his regression, feeling extremely self conscious about it, but you were always there to help him relax.

Today was clearly one of those days. You had noticed that Matt had been picking at his nails a lot, his eyes always darting back and forth, and his body just generally screamed that he was anxious. You had done everything you could to help that day, hugging him lots, texting and telling him lots of words of encouragement, making sure that you were never far from him just in case he needed you. You didn’t know what had caused today to be such a bad day, but it was entirely possible that it was simply just one of those days. Anxiety can be unpredictable, and maybe he had just woken up unlucky today. You were supportive throughout the entire day, ignoring the nagging feeling in your chest, knowing that Matt hadn’t had time to regress in multiple days now.

When he had to go many days without his form of stress relief, it often caused his anxiety to get a lot worse. You had a feeling that he really needed to have little time, but it was clear that he was busy today. He had a lot to do for filming videos, brand collabs, getting set up to film the next podcast episodes, and he had nearly been working nonstop for the past week. You knew deep down that he needed to relax, but you unfortunately had to wait and support him through the day first. The day continued, they finished filming a car video, and the second that Matt pulled into the garage, you immediately went downstairs to check on him. Nick and Chris thundered out of the car, laughing about some stupid joke, not noticing how Matt threw his head back into the seat, eyes closing, and a deep sigh leaving his lips, before putting his head in his hands.

You hurriedly opened the door, helping him out of the car and pulling him into a deep hug, helping him walk back up the stairs. His exhaustion was written all over his face, and you could feel it as he let you carry half of his weight. You helped him change into more comfortable clothing, and he immediately threw himself down on the bed, curling up into you when you laid down next to him. You wrapped your arms around him, rubbing his back and running a hand through his hair, gently whispering comforts and praise, noticing the way he slowly went completely silent. You let him lay there in quiet for a while, hugging him, and softly kissing his forehead before speaking.

“Are you okay, honey?”

He simply nodded into your chest, not answering, and you had a suspicion that he was slipping, and trying to hide the fact that he was feeling little. You didn’t want to pressure him, wanting to give him the space to tell you himself, but you didn’t think he was going to do that tonight, so you spoke again.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’m here if you need me, alright bubba?”

Before you knew it, loud sobs were filling the room, Matt hugging you tighter and attempting to make himself appear smaller, clearly feeling immense levels of fear and embarrassment. Your eyes softened, continuing to comfort him while he cried.

“Oh, angel. Deep breaths, baby, you’re safe. You’re going to be okay, my love, I’ve got you. Nothing to worry about anymore, honey, I’m going to make sure you’re taken care of.”

It seemed to only make him cry harder, unable to speak to save his life, simply clinging to you and crying out all of his frustrations into the person he trusted with his life, his most vulnerable headspace. You reassured him, whispering sweet nothings to him while he cried it out, slowly stopping the tears, hiccuping a little bit, and if he wasn’t so sad, you would’ve found it so cute. You gently wiped his tears away, pressing little kisses to his forehead and cheeks, keeping him in your arms so he felt encased, but in the safest possible way. When he cried this hard, and had this bad of a day, he always cried himself right into a nap, and you were patiently expecting it.

You knew he needed the rest, and you kept him held close to your body, his stuffed animal clutched in his arms, tears drying, and slowly yawning. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep against you, face flushed, and you held him as he slept, knowing that no matter what mood he was in when he woke up, you would always be here to take care of him, and he didn’t have to hide.

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ask-irisstar · 9 months ago

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Having triplets with Zoro will include...

A/N: Sorry for disappearing for a few days. My brain was empty af and this suddenly came to mind. Hope yall enjoy this fic!

Notes: Zoro x Fem reader, Fluff, SFW

Has triplets just to match his sword style

Straps his kids to his body (He makes all three of the fit, trust)

Gives his kids a kitchen knife just to teach them swordsmanship

You: I will NOT have MY babies holding a KNIFE at such a young age Zoro: Relax, they're fine... You: (kids name) NEARLY CUT HIM/HERSELF!!

All three kids inherited Zoro's sense of direction

May or may not have a sense of smell (Cuz no way the kids can stand his body odor)

Naps all day=cute pictures to take for blackmail

Expect to see your triplets sleeping on top of a sleeping Zoro

Zoro mostly cares for the babies during the night while you in the morning

You just deal with feeding mostly since Zoro is naturally great with kids

Will boast to Sanji about having babies

Sanji crying because he knew Zoro had sex with you the entire time ya'll were dating PLUS he married you PLUS had three healthy babies

When your triplets grow older he'll give each triplet one of his earrings (Every pirate/Marine will know that the triplets are the sons/daughters of Roronoa Zoro)

Once you guys kids grew up and leave the crew to start their own journey, Zoro wants MORE kids

"Hey babe, let's have more kids..." "We're like 38 years old..." "And I don't fucking care..."

Poceeds to fuck a baby into you

Long story short, y'all had more kids...

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That's a wrap! I hope you guys enjoy this! Don't forget to request!! Please, I beg, send me more request...

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vampcubus · 2 years ago

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Hi, I really like your writing (especially your Rengoku headcanons.) Also, your page looks so aesthetically pleasing, I think it's really cool.

Can I request some headcanons for Tokoyami with a s/o who's love language is biting? (It can be fluff or smut or both, it's your choice)

If you don't want to write this, that's okay too, have a nice day!

sure can! and thank you sm for the compliments, got me blushin’ n shit 😳 i also decided to tack on more characters for this prompt!

𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : fumikage, izuku, katsuki, and eijirou.

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : vaguely nsfw, projecting my biting kink onto all these men tbh.

𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐈

— Fumikage’s probably the most startled by your love bites for sure. He’s still getting used to your kisses, so you can bet he’s jumping a mile into the air when he feels you sneak a nip to his shoulder. He’s so flustered, beak tipped down to his chest in embarrassment. What was that for? Were you teasing him? An intrusive thought perhaps?

— When you explain it to him, it endears him to you even more. You were biting him because it’s how you expressed your love? He wished he’d known sooner.

— He definitely writes romanticized poetry about how your teeth feel on his skin.

— Knaw on him all you like, he’s yours to chew on as you see fit — so long as you promise to kiss the bites you leave afterward.

— Poor guy gets teased endlessly for the bite marks he’s got all over, somehow them being inherently non-sexual makes it worse. He feels dirty when his friends make unsavory jokes about them, but it’s not like he’s going to tell you that you can’t sink your teeth in just because he’s embarrassed.

— He notices that you tend to do it even more when you’re excited about something, nicks of your teeth interspersed with your enthusiastic smooching.

— He should have expected your habit to emerge in the bedroom, yet it still incites a shaky gasp when you sink your teeth into his neck and shoulder as you take him inside you.

— Don’t tell anyone but he likes the pain, particularly when it mixes with the pleasure of you claiming him.

— He traces your bite marks when he’s thinking of you <3

𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀

— There’s nothing cuter than the pitched gasp he makes when your teeth nip at his ear for the first time. At first, he thinks you just wanted to mess with him so he pouts, rubbing at the red mark you left behind.

“That hurt you know…” he huffs, bottom lip sticking out.

— That is until he realizes that you’re doing it mindlessly like you weren’t giving it a second thought.

— When your lips press a kiss to his shoulder in passing, he’s conditioned to tense up in case you decide to take a bite out of him on a whim.

— It’s not an unpleasant feeling, but he has a habit of being vocal about his approval. The last thing he wants is for you to sneak a bite when he isn’t expecting it and he moans out loud when other people are around.

— in short, he likes it. a lot.

— He’s your personal chew toy as far as he’s concerned. Still, his curiosity compels him to ask you about it.

“So I’ve noticed that you uh… bite me a lot? Is that like… a conscious thing or…?” he inquires one day, and the way your face practically bursts into flames should be enough of an answer on its own.

“Gosh I’m so sorry if that’s weird—“ you blubber, fanning your burning cheeks as he watches in fascination. You’re so cute when you get flustered like that, he muses.

“No, I like it!” He states a little too loudly and then rushes to amend his enthusiasm, stumbling over his words as his own furious blush flares up. He was outing himself. “N-not in a weird way or anything. I just think it’s cute!”

— And when he makes the connection of you biting him = loving him, he’s over the moon about it.

— Has a thing for being marked as yours, so your habit goes hand in hand with that desire.

— Sink your teeth in until his skin dots with blood, he doesn’t care, cus no amount of pain could take away from the dizzying pleasure he feels at that moment.

— Encourages you to bite him harder <333 he's no weakling, you know you can be rougher with him, don't you?

𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

— As expected, he is less than understanding about it the first time you leap into his back and chomp his shoulder.

“HUH?! THE HELL DID YOU BITE ME FOR?!”

— Calls you a freak 😔 honestly he can be so mean </3

— However, this can be amended by confessing that your compulsion to bite him was a sign of love. Watch his cheeks get all red, hand covering his face as he leans away from your scrutinizing gaze — because you’ve flustered him.

“Yeah, okay I get it! you do it cus you like me or whatever but it hurts you know. Can’t just do it out of nowhere…” he grumbles, avoiding your sparkling eyes. Because that sounded like a stamp of approval to you.

— He’ll fuss most times you do it, but only before guiding your teeth to the place he wants them. Cus if you’re gonna bite him you might as well go for the throat where he likes it.

— Can’t help that his cock throbs whenever your breath grazes his jugular, anticipating the sting of your teeth pulling the tender skin between them.

— Going in for an affectionate chomp in other places just gets you an annoyed hand shoving your face away — especially if you’re around other people. It’s almost pitiful how your face drops when he does as if he’s the bad guy. What a joke!

“C’mon, don’t give me that look. You can chew on me later.”

— He’s all too aware that you do it to distract him, so he won’t always tolerate it if he’s genuinely busy.

“I know you’re just tryna distract me. You aren’t slick, you little shit.” he’ll hiss, though the truth is he just doesn’t wanna work with a boner.

— If you bite someone else he is IMMENSELY jealous. Those teeth are only for him dammit. And that realization just makes him even more embarrassed, because fuck you’ve infected him with your weirdness. He wasn’t supposed to like it too!

— He bites back in retaliation so watch out!

𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

— He’s a tough guy, and obsessed with you, so chances are he’s not going to bat an eye if you wanna take a lil chomp every now and then. In his mind, you must think he looks tasty enough to eat, and he’ll take that as a compliment thank-you!

— That said, he does notice, and that you only do it to him specifically. His heart squeezes at that. I’m special. I’m special to them. Playing in his head in an endless loop as he stares at you with that lovesick puppy look.

— Eijirou wants to reciprocate but with teeth like his, he’d be too nervous about breaking the skin. That longing being there means something.

— He knows to pay attention to you when you nip him, lest he’d like to see how much harder you can bite. And he really didn’t wanna have to explain to Katsuki why he’s got an angry red bite mark at the base of his neck. (Truthfully Katsuki would notice but not say anything about it, equating it to his best friend getting mad pussy, which he is already plenty jealous of.)

— In a perfect world Eijirou would sit with you in his lap while you sucked dark marks into the flesh of his throat all day long.

— The more chomps you take out of him the more he desires to return the favor, imagining what your reaction would be. Would you like it? Would you let him do it again? Do you even realize you do it? Those questions bubble anxiously inside until he musters up the courage to ask.

“Hey uh, would it be totally weird if I bit you?” he slides it so casually into the conversation you almost miss it. But he can tell he’s piqued your curiosity when your eyes dart from the tv to his own, side-eying him but not fully acknowledging the question. “Like… how you love nip me sometimes — which is very cute by the way — I wanna do the same to you.”

“I don’t ask before biting you, why should you? Just bite me next time, K? It would be totally hot but you’ve ruined the element of surprise, you see?” You return to your dead-eyed stare at the tv, munching away at your snack as if nothing happened.

He stares dumbly at you for a moment before he processes that as both acceptance and a challenge.

��Right!”

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strawberrysodaslut · 7 months ago

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On the Road Again - Rockstar!Eddie Munson x GN!reader

tags/warnings: ~700 words // SFW, fluff, no use of Y/N, established relationship no descriptors for reader, sleep troubles, slight mentions of nausea and vomit as well as mentions of the standard toilet system in tour buses, in my writing world the bunks are big enough to fit you and eddie no matter what!

i wrote this for @corrodedcoffinfest’s writing event day 5 prompt as it has officially been the 5th of July for about 2 hours for me so.. yeah. I had fun writing this so i hope you enjoy!

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You’d grown used to the quirks of the tour bus. It wasn’t easy at first. Eddie warned you about the difficulties when you first agreed to come with him on his band’s tour. Living on the road has its challenges, and the bus is as cheap as they could get it. But you’d survived 14 hour road trips, and this time you’d have the love of your life and, most importantly, a bed. How hard could it be?

It was fine, mostly. Although not ideal in the long run, relying on gas station snacks worked for now. The toilet had an odd design where you couldn’t flush toilet paper or any solid waste. Gareth proved this when he forgot and caused a lingering stench on the bus for 3 hours, but you could manage. What you weren’t prepared for was the disastrous effect it would have on your sleep.

At first Eddie; ever the man-child, called dibs on a top bunk. He assured you it would work fine, and while the bed had enough space, the swaying was so bad you almost vomited 3 times in two hours. Jeff only offered to trade after Eddie had convinced the group that the smell of vomit would be even worse than the Gareth incident.

Despite the warm welcome of your stomach settling once you were in the bottom bunk, you still struggled to get to sleep. It seemed every time you would drift off, the bus would make a sharp swerve, drive over what seemed to be the largest rock possible and crash back down, or enter complete road rage over another vehicle and blare the horn.

The next morning when you stopped at a gas station, the first thing you went for was earplugs.

It’s hard to say if the road conditions have gotten better the further on the tour you got, or if your body has gotten immune to disruptions. But, over time, it got easier to get a proper night’s rest.

Still, you dealt with the occasional jolt.

In all honesty, you hadn’t even realised you had fallen asleep. One minute you’re resting your head on Eddie’s lap, his fingers lazily stroking across your head, and the next you have the adrenaline of a caveman being hunted, shooting up into a sitting position and looking around for the source of your distress.

Your panic settles when you feel his warm hands on you. “Hey, hey.” He whispers, gently running his hands up and down your arms. “That was a big one, eh? It’s okay, come back to me, sweetheart.”

You angle your head to look at him. Judging by the deep croakiness of his voice and the light redness of his eyes, he must’ve fallen asleep as well. The constant shows taking a toll on him. He wears a bashful smile as he looks at you through his eyelashes.

Stretching your back, you let out a groan and look out the window, seeing the busy streets of the town where Eddie’s next gig was.

“Are we here already?You ask, looking back to see the other band members staring out the windows like you.

Jeff stifles a laugh. “Already? You slept for four hours.” He says, gingerly pointing to the clock above his head.

He was right. It was almost 4 o’clock, four hours was being charitable.

“Huh,” you say, turning to your boyfriend, who was rubbing his eyes in earnest. He scrunches his nose as rolls his shoulders back slightly. He has less freckles now that he’s not in the sun as often, his under eyes darkened to the point of needing to buy concealer for shows. Yet you still think he’s the most beautiful man in the world.

When he notices you staring at him, Eddie flashes you a smile before wrapping his arms around your waist to turn your back to him and pull you closer. “Guess you’re getting better at this sleeping thing than you thought, huh?” He says, tucking your head under his chin.

You look around at your friends, the energy and excitement of the upcoming show beaming from them and filling the bus, feeling the warmth of Eddie and even the rumble of the old, cheap bus, and you feel at home.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

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local-crying-boy · 5 months ago

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ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕊𝔽𝕎 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[SFW alphabet template by: @benkeibear}

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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

He’s so affectionate when the two of you have been together for a long time.

Forehead kisses all the time, especially when you’re upset or overwhelmed

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

When the two of you first become friends, he’s basically always trying to be funny

He’s WAY to energetic too, when you first become friends his energy sometimes made your head spin

Though, when he starts to catch feelings, he starts to ‘playfully’ flirt.

Everyone caught onto Pietro’s poor attempt at subtly showing you that he liked you.

So… he wasn’t all that subtle.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

It varies on his mood

When you two are sleeping in the same bed, he’d spoon you and rest his chin on your shoulder, then when he’d wake up he would kiss down your shoulder to your arm

Though he does like it when your laying on top of him with your head on his chest

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

I can see him cooking occasionally, he learned a bit from Wanda but he doesn't do it all that much

He's great a cooking, though, even if he doesn't do it a lot

cleaning up, however, was not his strong suit

very stereotypical teenage boys' rooms, dirty, messy, old plates and glasses

he does clean it... rarely. It just gets messy quickly!

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

The most likely way he would break up with you is if he, simply, fell out of love with you

He’s been in and out of relationship for a long time and, therefore, doesn’t really expect to be in a long term relationship

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment?

He’s never really thought of marriage, he’s mostly a flirt and is used to being a man whose on and off with relationships

It would honestly take a lot for him to actually tie himself down to you in a marriage aspect

He’s happy just dating

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

He's superrrr gentle physically, he'd never want to hurt you

However, he’s a little bit more blunt emotionally. He might not fully understand how your feeling and outright says it as it is

You have to tell him that the whole bluntness thing isn’t your thing if you don’t like it, then he’ll attempt at softening the blow a little more

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes having your head either on his chest or on his shoulder when the two of you hug

It would be really rare that the roles would be switched because he honestly just likes having you in his arms like that.

He’d lay his chin on top of your head when he could, though, especially if he’s taller because he’s a silent tease that you’re shorter

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says ‘I love you’ after around four to six months after you two started dating

He would have said it sooner but he wanted to be sure that you were ready to say it back, he didn’t want you to say it back just because he did

However, he wanted to be the first to say it so he waited for the right time and said just before you were even planning on saying it back

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

He’s a jealous boy

Even if he knows that you’re not going to run off to someone else, he still wants everyone to know that you are his and he is yours.

He’s by your side in a second if someone is flirting with you, hand snaked around you and on your waist. He’d kiss the side of your head, a silent statement to the person your talking to that you’re taken

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

Long and slow kisses when he comes back from a mission and quick ones for when he’s going on a mission

Though he does hate quick kisses, so they’re very rare (which means he usually gets told off for not coming quicker)

Like previously mentioned, he kisses your shoulder when he wakes up before you and the two of you are cuddling

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s great with kids! Especially Barton’s kids

They all love him (especially Nathaniel for obvious reasons)

He and Wanda were basically unofficially adopted into the family and so, he and Wanda both visited them whenever they can and their welcomed with open arms.

When he was around Nathaniel as a baby, he was completely overcome with baby fever and became so attached to him

So many pictures of lil Nathaniel had Pietro either holding him or trying to entertain the boy with the varied toys he had.

He plays sports with Cooper and helps (tries to anyway) Lila with her archery, though the archery, everyone decided, was Clint’s expertise.

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

He’s a morning person, no matter what!

So if you’re not a morning person, he will walk around doing his morning routine, maybe even go on a run if you sleep in long enough

But he’s learnt when you wake up and is there in for when you wake up, a quick kiss and some small talk before you get on with your morning routine.

Bonus: several times he’s tried to get you to go on with his morning runs, and/or tired to get you to somewhat have a similar morning routine (it did not work)

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

Most nights are calm, or filled with idle chatter because he can’t sleep

However, there are some nights, were he can wake up from a nightmare.

The nightmares vary from how good his day’s been and if he’s been able to avoid triggers

Sometimes it about the bombings in Sokovia, about when he got shot, sometimes it’s about missions going wrong

He’s usually able to calm down quickly, more so when you’re next to him

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

In the beginning, he really only talked about what happened to him.

You knew how he lost his parents and some of the things he and Wanda had gone through when they were on their own

It took him a little longer to actually open up about his troubles and what he was going through mentally.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

We see in the film that he isn’t all that patient

It’s probably because he’s been used to moving so fast now that everyone makes decisions to slow

He was like that before his powers too, but Wanda is certain that his speed has made it worse

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He notices things about you, but put him on the spot, he’s forgotten everything!

He can easily say anything about you in passing (and has, several times), but as soon as someone outright asks he can only come up with “I dunno, it’s something stupid, probably.”

He was talking to Wanda one time, they weren’t even talking about you, but something you liked came up into conversation. Without thinking, Pietro just spurred out information about why you liked it, and Wanda just had to stand there and fall victim to his mindless rambling

He has yet to live that down

And Wanda has told you about it

You both tease him now.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

He has so many memories of his relationship with you, so he has a hard time pinpointing his absolute favourite.

Though, he does think that his favourite-favourite was when he figured out he loved you.

You were doing something stupid and he followed suit because, well, what’s life without some stupidity.

You couldn’t stop laughing though, laughing to a point it was hard to tell if you were breathing.

In that moment, when you were doubled over giggling, a hand on your knee and one on your chest, his heart swell with emotions

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

Veryyy protective

He doesn’t want to see you harmed and he doesn’t want to lose you

On missions, he’s always keeping an eye on you, making sure that your not in any danger that you can’t defend on your own (he knows you’re capable so he knows what you can take on)

Though, if you need help, he’s there in a second and making sure that you’re unharmed

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

He puts in a lot of effort for dates and gifts, and especially in anniversaries

He forgets anniversaries sometimes (not that he tells you) but that’s because his mind works on a million miles per hour so he had to set reminders on his phone

You never know what a date will be, he ‘keeps you on your toes’ in a way.

You’ve been to candle lit dinners, picnics, arcades, movies, almost everything! You don’t ever know what date will be what activity

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

He’s not crazily in touch with his emotions

He’s found himself putting Wanda first, he’s the older one (even if it is by 12 minutes), he’s the older brother.

When they were young, Pietro was the main one making sure the two of them were safe and okay, so he unintentionally got into the habit of keeping his thoughts and feelings to himself.

Even when he joined the Avengers, the habit didn’t cease, but he didn’t really understand why. He wasn’t in Sokovia alone with Wanda and he was someplace safe now.

He does try to fix it, but he’s so used keeping it to himself so it isn’t really working

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s a handsome guy, everyone knows it and he knows it, uses it to his advantage when flirting with everything that lives and breathes

He’s the pretty concerned with his looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’s not the type who will be super unlike himself when away from you

But God help whoever is unfortunate enough to be around him when he’s away from you

Barton was the first to realise how much he misses you on a mission.

It was a mission that was meant to last a few days, and Pietro would not fail to mention you every ten minutes.

“I miss my s/o.” - “I would be cuddling with them by now” - “they’d find this funny.” - “they would have a plan”

Barton felt like he was losing his sanity.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’s usually really warm!

Not his hands though, for some reason, so he always has them in his pockets.

But the rest of him is really warm

Cuddling with him is great because of it, but sometimes he’ll slip his hands under your shirt just to make you jump.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He probably wouldn’t like a lazy old partner

Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t mind if you don’t work out as much as him or aren’t as energetic as him. His powers make him have so much more energy he needs to get rid of

He will try and get you to go out with him at least a few times, he’ll understand if you don’t want to work out as much as him or not at all, but he’ll want you to move about

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He either barely sleep or sleeps ALL the time

On a normal day (without missions or hard training) he doesn’t sleep all the much, everyone thinks it’s because of his powers. Just like how everyone can’t sleep when having a ‘lazy’ day, they don’t sleep for long.

Pietro, however, is RESTLESS.

You’re not sleeping if he’s not. He won’t stop talking at you, or complaining.

But if he is asleep, he’s not getting up at all

He won’t. You won’t be able to get him up.

He will sleep for the entire night (and day)

And if the two of you’re were cuddling? Yeah, no, you’re not getting up either. Find something to do

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nonosfics · 2 months ago

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Mystic Messenger Relationship Headcannons!!

[Yoosung, Jaehee, Zen, Seven/Saeyoung, Jumin]

SFW!! Romantic relationship headcannons, implied fem!reader. Also I slightly stray from good ending lore.

Tw:Life360/j

Also sorry if there's typos I don't feel like checking 😭

Yoosung 💚

Yoosung is the type of boyfriend to never stop being nervous around you. It doesn’t matter if it's because of his physical attraction to you, or just because he values your opinion so much.

He looks away from you a lot, feeling slightly insecure about his eye, but you always find a way to make him feel like the most handsome man in the world.

He has clammy hands 😭

Study dates (even if you're not a student)

Getting distracted really easily during said study dates, so they during into normal hangout sessions lol

Yoosung taking you to conventions!! You'll have to train him to get good at taking pics of you and ppl with cool cosplay fits. (Or even your own cosplay)

Lots of homemade meals when he has the time outside of school.

He is a chronic reel sender, but he only sends you nice cutesy ones. Some memes, but nothing too brain rot inducing.

Lots of rants from him about literally anything, and pouting. (This is mainly caused by Seven or Uni.)

Late night convenience store trips.

Lots of campus walks, or just attending campus events. Once again even if you're not a student you will def get some idea of Uni life while dating Yoosung.

While he's staying up late playing games you play on your switch, read, or watch Netflix. Just enjoying each other's company.

Yoosung crawling into bed, upset over a loss. He'll either join you in watching your show or watch you play your game/watch you reading.

Back seat gamer 🫠

Finally dealing with a panicked Yoosung duing finals season, because y'alls study dates were very counter productive.

Taking him to a cat cafe to comfort his L on his exams.

Jaehee 🤎

SHE GIVES THE BEST HEAD SCRATCHES!!

I feel like she wouldn't be big on touch as her love language, and not a fan of PDA. Partially out of concern of homophobes AND she just doesn't fuck with PDA like that. (However this doesn't stop you from a quick kiss on the cheek to see her blush.)

While she's not outwardly nervous around you, it is very easy to fluster her.

Once again, even tho she might not be big on touch she WILL NOT say no to a shoulder massage. I just know she carries so much tension in her shoulders.

You get to help her pick out new glasses every couple of years. They all stay pretty similar/simple.

You drag her to go get her nails done with you. (You just want her to practice self care 🥺🥺)

I fear Jaehee might suffer from beige/brown blindness and you really might need to help her with her interior design of everything 😭

Even though Jaehee would def love her cafe, I'm sure she'll still get exhausted from managing it. I feel like outside of work, she'll lean on you for a lot of the little decisions (like dinner, casual dates, etc...).

Will always come to you for fashion advice, for example when she grows out her hair she consults you about adding layers.

You introduce her to pinterest 🤭 she makes the best boards

Theater/Seeing Zen act dates lol

Getting dinner with Jaehee and Zen after, and both of you making him the best bouquet for him. (Zen loves his lesbian besties 💀💀)

You're the professional taste tester for new treats at Jaehee's Cafe.

Jaehee deals with all the Karen's/dickheads that occasionally find their way to the cafe 🙄

I luv cozy Baehee 🥰

Zen 🩶

Zen needs a LOT of attention. Seriously, it can get to be a bit much, but with some communication, he'll def learn to give you a break.

He seriously does melt at your compliments though, like a fan could say the exact same shit but it wouldn't hit the same because they're not you.

He made up needing one kiss for good luck before auditions/plays. But because he's in the theatre world he definitely started to believe his own lie because of one time you couldn't give him a kiss, and he slightly stumbled on his words. So now he NEEDS 3 kisses for good luck.

He's slightly a control freak (I'm being a bit nice here lmao) like mainly when it comes to wanting you to have the same health regiment as him.

Sassy man apocalypse 😵‍💫 like petty arguments are scary between reader and him.

Yall will definitely experience fancy, extravagant dates but I think Zen will mostly prefer and put the most effort into super casual/"normie" dates.

He would do cute tiktok trend shit too. Like the boo basket, or whatever else (I can't remember other trends)

Speaking of tiktok he would def post you and him doing cute shit.

You guys get a puppy after getting engaged/marriage and that will literally be y'alls first baby for the first few years of marriage.

Zen is touchy 😳

Zen let's you braid his hair on at home spa night.

Wait what was that? At home spa nights? Yes. Face masks, wine/champagne, whatever you want. Soft music in the background, lots of gossip.

He also wouldn't say no to you painting his nails 😗, not a promise he'll keep it on for very long though.

He wants you to do the bf blue nails, tho. you'll do it the first time, but once you remove the polish because it chipped, he expects you to do it again. (He is so serious)

"Y/n how will men know you have a boyfriend if your nails aren't blue"

"I don't think the average man knows about the bf blue nail trend..."

"Well, still 🤕 please paint them blue again"

Y'all go on summer getaways to detox from his fame. Maybe a nice few weeks in the Maldives, or a visit to a small Japanese town.

Seven/Saeyoung ❤️

Not even going to lie, Seven boarders being negligent and also a handful. It slightly gives you whiplash the first year of dating but once you help him with his work habits, it'll get better 👍👍.

He's not intentionally negligent at all!! He just gets really busy work and will hyperfocus on it. His thought process is that the fewer breaks he takes, the quicker it'll get done, but it'll end up in him accidentally ignoring you for a day.

He's good at apologies and making things up to you. There's never a dull moment with Saeyoung!!

Like Yoosung, he's a chronic reel sender, but it's cursed brain rot shit. He'll pout if you don't like each one just to mess with you.

He loves to take you on rides in his cars 🤭 especially if you're dressed up really cute. He feels like he might combust from joy. His lovely gf, and cool ass cars. 10/10 activity.

PDA with Seven is a little dangerous... hah, he's just used to being isolated all the time, so he doesn't realize constantly touching can be a bit much for others lmao. (He also just wants to show you off)

He's then put in "holding hands jail" as he calls it. And if you thought Yoosung could whine, Seven really takes the cake on this one.

Constantly asking for back rubs bc of his horrible posture. And quite frequently needs nurse reader because there's no way you're convincing me he doesn't get chronic stomach aches of eating only chips and soda 💀

You're his only hope in eating real meals.

Sitting on his lap during work 🥰

Stealing his jacket, but he gen can't tell if he's annoyed or loves you wearing it. This results in playfights over the jacket.

Board games with Saeran and him 🥺

Prank wars... this is hell for everyone in your life.

After a peace treaty to prank wars, you two become prank warlords and the rfa (yoosung) is y'alls victim.

Seven needs you in order to sleep, so if you're not sleeping he isn't 😗😗

You are his partner in crime so seriously if he has free time he will insta flock to you and beg to do something fun. Even if you're the busy one now...

Jumin 💜

Okay so there's a venn diagram of Jumin and Yoosung when it comes to the reader being their first love. Yoosung is pathetic and cute, Jumin is "nonchalant"....... However, in the middle, they are both so serious from day one in "dating to marry" 😭. Yoosung is a bit more blind puppy love with it, whereas I don't think Jumin would date anyone without seriously wanting to marry them later on.

Tldr: Jumin's feelings toward the relationship itself is intense.

I feel like it would realistically be a slow roll to him being needy. He would want to be responsible but also loving so he'll take you on nice, fancy dates. But after the first few it slightly sucks the intimacy from the dates.

He would feel it in himself because he would end up feeling unsatisfied after the dates, but he'll also notice slight disappointment from you after the same cookie cutter fancy restaurant date. He just needs more of you, and that idea slightly worries him.

Not that he thinks it's a bad thing he just doesn't want to be a freak 💀 for a lack of better words.

Feeling awkward he would ask what you'd like to do, and when he gets a "let's just have a movie night at your place!! Maybe we can make pizza too 🥰" he's a little taken aback.

1. He's not a big movie person

2. Were you going to spend the night? Was it appropriate for you to spend the night?

3. He doesn't know how to feel about pizza

4. You want to make it? Yourself?

He keeps 1, 2, and 3 to himself but he does ask for clarification about the pizza.

But once he was in the first 15 mins of the date, the intimacy was definitely there now that yall weren't in an uppity restaurant with no privacy.

During the whole date yall got to talk, and laugh and actually enjoy each other's company in a casual setting. He watched you watch the movie, and he loved seeing you play with Elizabeth the 3rd.

After a few weeks and more casual dates mixed with his kind of dates, he finally asks you to move in because he is surprisingly (to himself) desperate to have you at his home.

This would lead to a marriage proposal swiftly after you move in. He can only bend so many social rules before he starts to feel like a mad man.

Saving wedding details for wedding headcannon.

Jumin has an odd sense of humor so there's many moments where you don't catch on to his joke. Be even if you're late to understanding you still end up laughing.

He loves your laugh, it's his favorite sound equal to Ellie's purrs.

He smiles a lot more thanks to you infecting his brain.

Lots of late nights getting drunk in the kitchen, talking about life and the RFA.

Business man gossip (he does not consider this gossip and if you claim it is he will adamantly deny it.)

Ofc the obvious you are very very spoiled. Almost to the point where you have had a conversation with Jumin, letting him know he doesn't need to buy you all kinds of stuff.

(He still buys you the same amount of stuff, but he puts some time in between gifts)

No matter how much money he spends on you, his time with you is the most valuable thing and when you tell him this he may or may not add some extra vacation days just to hang out with you and Ellie 🥰

He also has many scares if you're out late or if you had to travel somewhere else for work or to visit family. He calls a lot, even during work, because he's really paranoid after the events in the game that you might encounter danger again when you're away from him. (This results in life360 for ease of mind, lmfao).

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bertinworms · 10 months ago

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I Wish You Would

Pairings: Tangerine x gn!civilian!drunk!reader

Tags/Warnings: cursing/language, alcohol alcohol consumption, drunk character, mention of gambling/betting, bar atmosphere, kissing/make out, mentions of fire arms/weapons

Word Count: 5.3K

Summary: You are drunk. Not “black out and forget the entire night “ drunk, but white girl at the club with her friends drunk. One of your bestest friends is getting married soon and tonight you and the rest of your eccentric friend group are club/bar hopping to celebrate the engagement! Your friend group told you to think about it like the bachelorette party before the bachelorette party. Whatever that means… The group isn’t a big group, only about seven people, but the seven people all come from various backgrounds. Three of your friends come from pretty well off families and happened to be in university for law school. One of your friends works for some huge tech company with something to do with security. One of them comes from a line of surgeons and happens to be in residency for surgery. Your best friend and bride-to-be comes from an extremely wealthy and famous family, you aren’t really sure what for, but you know it has to do with tycoons and business and yada yada. And then there was you. You were in university too, at the same establishment as the rest of the group, but you didn’t come from lines of money. You were in school for education.

Various backgrounds or not, your bestie for the restie wants to go absolutely ballistic and celebrate her girlfriend finally popping the question, so of course your study buddy group just has to go out! With the intentions of bar and club hopping, you all end up at an arcade? Or a bowling alley? You aren’t really sure, but the place has heaps of alcohol, arcade games, a place to bowl, mini golf, and also some cute patrons….

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You honestly could not believe that you had agreed to this. You had been friends with your group for almost five years and you had always said you would do anything for them, but you never thought it meant being out since about 7:00 PM celebrating Ava May’s proposal. When you had gotten the notification that afternoon with an image attached, you were hoping that her partner, Jordan, had finally popped the question and you were right. And of course the groupchat had blown up.

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“Girls, Gays, & Daddies $$$”

Leoni: SHUT THE FUCK UP DID THEY REALLY PROPISE THIS TIME!!>>??!>!? Mateo: here comes leon with the typos 🙄 BUT OMG CONGRATS AVA!!!!!!! Camilia: HOOOOOOLYYYYY SHIT!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!! THEY HAD THE FUCKING BALLSSSSS You: OMG YESS!!!!! WHEN’S THE WEDDING!!?? Elijah boo: FORGET the wedding!!!!! bitch, when are we CELEBRATING!!!!!! Naomi: omg can we PLEASE go out tonight!!!!??? Wrenster: omg ava congrats!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it took them long enough!!!!!! Ava Bear: omg y’all already KNOW we’re going out tonight!!!!!! b @ my house 5pm SHARP troops 🫡

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Of course five o’clock came, and everyone in the group chat was at Ava’s house. You all got to congratulate Jordan and Ava on the engagement, and say hello to both their family’s, but quickly carried Ava away to party the night away. That was of course after all seven of you pregamed getting ready.

The group was a close knit one. You all were giggling and laughing and dancing around each other while getting ready, raiding Ava’s closet and her accessories and checking yourselves in the mirrors. Everyone had gone for outfits that made them stand out, but complemented their features. You had ended up in some brightly colored crop top that Ava had shoved into your hands, your sneakers, and some designer jeans that Mateo had said would have your ass looking like you did 500 squats a day. You had laughed and rolled your eyes at that. You were pretty sure Mateo just wanted you to feel sexy.

The rest of the group had picked similar outfits. Some exposing skin, other’s exposing less skin but featuring skin-tight clothing pieces. Some had added accessories to their hair, their neck, their wrists and more. With six other bodies dancing around, you honestly hadn’t gotten a great look at everyone’s outfits – but you figured it didn’t matter anyway because by the end of the night most of those outfits would probably look a lot different from how they looked currently. And once everyone was ready, you all headed towards Ava’s car where a driver was waiting. And you all climbed in and pregamed some more.

Half of the group tended to be “partiers”not crazy party goers, but they liked to spend time when they could out having a good time. That didn’t really happen to be up your alley. You were a little more introverted than your friend group, especially since you didn’t necessarily have the same funds your friends did. The group loved paying your way through parties though and always made sure you were included, but the combination of feeling bad and not loving the party scene meant you didn’t go out with them as much as they probably would’ve liked you to. But this night was different. Everyone in the group had already sternly told you that tonight you and Ava were not spending a dime on anything. Mateo telling you that tonight that they were celebrating Ava’s engagement and also the rare occasion of you going all out tonight with them.

You didn’t disagree.

And that’s how you and your friend group ended up at some club? Arcade? Bowling alley? Bar? You weren’t sure what to call it, but the place seemed to have it all.. There was a bar with many-a-drinks, bowling alley lanes, an arcade, neon minigolf, laser tag, and televisions everywhere, each featuring a different sporting event which you assumed was for people betting on games.

It was loud, and dark, but also brightly lit all at the same time. You were cold, but kept comfortable with the warmth of your friend group buzzing around you. You were very out of your element. You would’ve been slightly uncomfortable if you hadn’t already had about seven? No, you think eight? You weren’t sure, but you and the rest of the group had a fair amount of alcohol in you.

Right then, everything seemed a little fuzzy. You had glanced at your phone and thought you had read some time around 11:00 PM, but with Rihanna blasting over the speakers in the building, it was a little hard to concentrate.

The group was currently at a bar-like table. Mateo, Elijah, Ava, and Naomi were currently on their fourth round of bowling with Ava still somehow in the lead. Leon, Wren and Camilia had snuck away from the group either to get more drinks or maybe to play mini golf, you really couldn’t remember.

Your glossed over gaze was disturbed by Mateo standing up and stretching as long as he could, his arms reaching up a little revealing a bit of his stomach.

“Okay, I am going back to the bar to get another drink, anyone else coming?” He said, eyes bouncing around the faces at the table. Nobody responded as they all seemed to be involved with something else at the time, so you stood up quickly.

“Mmmmmmm, I’ll come with Matty!” You smiled and trailed after him as he led the way to the bar.

“You know there’s some cuties here, you should try and chat one up.” He says, side eyeing you as you both arrive at the bar to look over what you want.

You roll your eyes and playfully push his shoulder. “That would be a grand idea except I’m drunker than a skunk currently and we’re here to celebrate Ava, not find me a date.”

Mateo rolls his eyes as he orders both of your drinks and collects them.

“Okay, yeah we are celebrating Ava, but you know good and damn well if I told that girl you saw a hot guy looking your way that she would jump on the idea of you making a move tonight.” Mateo chuckles as he finishes his sentence and starts walking you both back to the table, curving through the different people.

“I know, but tonight I’m just hanging out with you guys. I’m honestly shocked that nobody has attracted any spare wild men to the table with how loud and obnoxious we’re being tonight.” You laugh, a tiny hiccup slipping out of your mouth.

As you and Mateo round the corner to your table, Mateo sees the group before you and busts out into laughter. “Oh my dear, have you truly jinxed yourself tonight.” He walks the few steps to the table, puts the two drinks down. “Hellooooo boys!”

When Mateo steps aside, you're greeted by the eyes of two men who look like they don't belong here. They both are extremely attractive, but both appear to be in suits. Like suit suits. Like they could be working at the bank. You recognize the two as workers for Ava’s father. Bodyguards. Or honestly the word babysitters fit the situation too. ‘Babysitters with bullets,’ you think to yourself as you look down at one of the men’s waists, catching a glimpse of a not-so-hidden weapon.

Your thought is cut off by that said man speaking and your eyes trail from his waist to his face. He holds eye contact with you before speaking. “Sorry to crash this here lil shindig, but you lot should be wrapping all this,” he twirls a finger around in the air, referencing the group, “up pretty soon. It’s getting late.”

Once he finishes his sentence, it’s now his turn to look at you. You watch his eyes look up and down, scanning what felt like every inch of your body, before he looks back to Ava as she begins to speak.

“Oh my god! Look, I know Daddy sent you two to “look after me”’ Ava uses huge air quotes, “but I’m old enough to make sure I don’t get fucking dragged off drunk off my fucking ass. We’re just celebrating, just chillax, yeah?” Ava lets out a giggle as she clearly slurs her words and then playfully slaps the shoulder of the man that hadn’t spoken yet.

“Come on Tangerine, just let them be, yeah? They’re not doing any harm and they're all in one spot.” The man says, putting a hand on Tangerine’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze and shake. If you remember right, you’re pretty sure he goes by Lemon. Or that’s what you’ve heard Ava’s father call him.

“Yeah Tangerine! Just let us chilllllll” Naomi drags out the last word as she tries to put a hand on his chest. He takes a step back away from her, his face slightly puckering up as it seems like he stifles a face of annoyance.

You sit down next to Ava, across from where the open seat in front of Tangerine is.

“Look. Ava’s father gave clear instructions to make sure she doesn’t make any fucked decisions tonight. And seeing as sh–” Tangerine’s speech is cut off once more, this time surprisingly by Elijah.

“Look man, if your concern is making sure Ava isn’t dead in a ditch, why don’t you two just pull a seat up at the table. It isn’t like we’re going anywhere else tonight, just fucking sit and relax. Have a drink!” Elijah almost barks this out before returning to the game of bowling. He’s currently in second place, behind Ava and you know he’s dying to beat her.

Lemon gives a nod before sitting down at the bar, grabbing Ava’s half finished beer and taking a swig. Tangerine on the other hand reluctantly takes a seat in front of you. You watch his demeanor once he’s sat. It seems like he’s avoiding your gaze, and you’re not sure why. You watch his face as he observes the people around you. You can’t tell if he’s just surveying the place or if he’s just uncomfortable. His body language looks stiff and his hands are clasped on the table in front of him.

“You have pretty eyes…” The sentence slips out of your mouth as you stare at him, rubbing your own eye as you feel yourself getting a little tired. You were hoping to break the silence. “Also pretty arms.” You let out a little giggle as you prop your head on your hand, continuing to stare at the pretty man sitting across from you.

You talking seems to bring him back to the group at hand. Or at least brings his attention to you. He gives you a weird look, seeming to calculate what to say. “And you seem pretty drunk, love.” He reaches across the table, grabbing your drink and taking a sip from it before returning it to you. “And that’s a pretty strong drink you got.”

You give yet another giggle, reaching for your drink and taking a sip. You were drunk all right, but you needed more liquid courage if you were going to be in the presence of this man. Your brain had fallen quiet and your friends seemed to not be coming to your rescue in this one.

You recall a comment from Mateo earlier in the night about ‘letting you do your thing if you ever came across a hot ass man tonight.’

You had been around Tangerine and Lemon before. From what you could recall, they weren’t truly employed by Ava’s father. You’re pretty sure it was more like a freelance thing? They weren’t always around Ava and her family, but they were hired common enough for you to know exactly who they are and remember Tangerine.

The first time you had ever met the two, the group was at a soccer game in the city. You were in Ava’s family’s suite at the game having a blast. You remember spotting Tangerine and asking Ava just who the tall man was exactly. After that, any time Tangerine and Lemon were hired to babysit Ava, you always basically gawked at the man. After Tangerine and Lemon left for the room, your friend group, especially Ava liked to tease you. Ava and Mateo knew you had a thing for Tangerine. Ava liked to get her father to hire the two as much as possible, especially if you were present. It meant you saw him often. It meant you thought about him often. You thought his curls were pretty and you could imagine what it would feel like to run your fingers through his beautiful hair. You could recall the accent he had. You thought the tattoos he had were attractive, or maybe it was just because they were on his arms. And god did he have pretty arms.

You’re once again brought out of daydreaming, this time by Naomi sitting down by Tangerine and placing a hand on the back of his shoulder, and one hand on his chest. You don’t listen to what she’s saying, but by the look on their face, you know she’s flirting. And hard. You hear her let out a giggle as she makes some sort of comment about the man before you swap from sipping your drink to straight up downing it.

You slam the cup down on the table and shoot up. “I’m off to get another drink..” You twirl around, maybe a little too fast, and begin heading for the bar.

You know the announcement of your departure was a little stern. You don’t know why, but it almost got on your nerves that Naomi was making a pass at the man. You let the jealousy stay for a second before rationalizing the thought.

‘I’m not actually jealous. It’s late and I’m drunk, it isn’t that big of a deal, I’m just being silly.’ You think to yourself as you arrive at the bar, propping both elbows up onto the ledge and waiting for a bartender to notice you. You wipe your face hoping to clear your mind.

While waiting your eyes slowly are drawn to one of the television hung above the bar – some wrestling match was going on. You notice the other people at the bar, their eyes glued to the screen. ‘I don’t understand why they are so invested.’ You think to yourself as you turn your attention back to in front of you, looking at the drink choices before noticing a man standing to your right. You turn your head and are happily met by the pretty blue eyes of a curly headed man.

You grin.

“Tangeriiinnnneeeeee” You draw out his name. You aren’t quite sure if it is on purpose or if you’re just drunk, but it didn’t matter as you watched the man’s lips twist into a smirk itself.

“Interested in the match, are we?” He asks, nodding back to the television.

“Mmmmmm, not quite. I’m not much of a sports fan.” You give a glance at the match before turning your attention back to him, noticing his shirt. He usually had it buttoned up all the way, as professional as you can get. But tonight, you notice at least two, maybe three buttons that seem to be open. You can see a tattoo peeking out from under his shirt. You take a deep breath before your eyes return to his. He had watched you check him out yet again.

You clear your throat before asking, “Are you a fan?”

He doesn’t break eye contact. “I am tonight.”

A noise escapes your throat, almost a hum. He still hadn’t broken eye contact. Maybe it was just you, but it seemed like it had gotten hard to breathe. You felt like you hadn’t taken a breath in ages. “And why’s that?” You ask, still looking at him and still maintaining eye contact.

In the moment you felt like the only thing in the room was him.

“Got money on the small guy. Everyone likes an underdog story, yeah?” The smirk returns to his face.

You nod your head in agreement. Once again, your brain has gone blank. The sudden movement of his lips catches your attention as your eyes quickly dart down to his lips, and quickly dart back up to his eyes. He had watched that happen too.

As your eyes meet, your body forces you to take a deep breath. You notice he does the same. Maybe his breath had also been caught in his throat. You realize the sound of the world around you also comes back to you.

You’re brought back to the real world completely as a bartender greets you and Tangerine, asking what you two will have. But before you can answer for yourself, Tangerine speaks for you.

“Water for this one, and whisky for me.” He says before telling the bartender exactly what he wants. As soon as the bartender turns to go grab the materials, you turn back to Tangerine.

“I can’t order for myself now?” You jokingly ask, your voice getting a little higher in disbelief as you raise both your eyebrows in fake disbelief.

He looks at you and gives a scoff. “You can, but I don’t know if you should be at this particular time darling.” He gives you a sly smile, one probably meant to comfort you.

And you lose your breath again and you avert your eyes. You thought you had gotten confident, but you weren’t expecting him to call you that. You clear your throat. And start to mess with a laminated menu on the bar.

“So why exactly are you here tonight? You know this isn’t the first stop we’ve made, right?” You ask, trying to change the subject. Or at least to get him talking.

“We’ve been hanging back most of the night. Nothin’ suspicious has happened, but a few o’ you idiots are getting a little too far gone. Ava’s father sent us specifically to watch her. The rest of the group is just an added bonus. Don’t wanna make any rich parents mad, do we?” He asks the last part rhetorically.

This time he’s the one looking away. He takes a drink while looking off. You can’t read the expression on his face, but it isn’t quite neutral. He looks like something is on his mind.

“You don’t seem all that excited to be babysitting a bunch of adults. Why do you even take the jobs offered by Ava’s family? I assume there’s other things you could be doing.” After speaking you realize your tone seemed a little snippy. You hadn’t meant for it to come out rudely, but it did just a tad. You really were on a roll tonight.

You didn’t want to necessarily influence the man to stop taking the jobs, but you were curious. You could tell by what he was wearing that he had money. In previous interactions, you had drawn the same conclusion. You weren’t extremely up to date with the latest fashion trends when it came to wealth, but you did know that the watch on his wrist looked very similar to one that Elijah had. And you knew it wasn’t cheap. Plus the extensive wardrobe the man seemed to have also led you to believe he was pretty well off for himself.

He half turns his head back to you, side eyeing you with a scrunched eyebrow.

“A little touchy on the subject are we?” He asks you before setting his drink down. He rubs his chin before turning his face to yours.

“Ava’s father pays well. The jobs easy, quick and usually clean. Easy money.” He pauses and you watch his eyes move down to your lips and back up to your eyes and then down to the drink back in his hand. “It's an added bonus that sometimes you idiots can be entertaining.”

“Well. I’ll agree that they – we – can be quite entertaining. I can imagine it can be a little obnoxious at times.” A few times come to mind.

Like this year's New Years Eve party held at Ava’s. Camilia had drunk way too much champagne and had eaten quite a few shrimps. She was in the midst of a nasty break up with a pretty popular actor and had seen the reports of him attending a party that night with his co-star. A smile comes to your face as you remember the look of absolute horror on Tangerine’s face when Camilia had thrown up on him. You remember Lemon’s gasp.

Or the one time you, Ava, and Leon had somehow ran into one of Leon’s father’s old clients who had recently gotten out of prison. You three had been out shopping at the beach when the man confronted the group. Calmly at first, but very quickly drew a gun and began yelling at you three. Tangerine and Lemon had resolved the situation as quickly as the man had appeared.

Or one of the most recent events. For Ava’s birthday, she had thrown a huge, fancy party out of the country. Some place in Ireland, with almost a Bridgerton theme. Somehow you and Tangerine ended up in a room on the outskirts of a castle while the party was booming in the distance. You remember how close he had gotten to you. How close his face had gotten to yours. How he had stared at your lips for what felt like ages as you spoke. You remember the silence that happened after you had finished speaking, and the way his eyes darted quickly back to your eyes to just as quickly return to your lips. You also remember the way he had drawn away from you as Jordan had busted into the room looking for Ava. You weren’t one hundred percent sure, but you were pretty confident that if she hadn’t done so, Tangerine would have kissed you.

“I wouldn’t say ‘obnoxious’. Not all of you at least.” Tangerine says. He seems to have a distant look in his eyes. You wonder if the memory of you two alone in Ireland had come to mind. You hope it had.

Eventually you and Tangerine began reminiscing on some of the funnier moments that had happened while him and Lemon had been present.

You two had moved from the bar to a small table in a corner. Tangerine was still able to see the rest of your group, most importantly Ava. Even then, it wouldn’t have mattered anyways as Ava had convinced Lemon to join the current round of bowling. The group didn’t seem like they were going anywhere and neither did Lemon.

The place was still as loud as ever, but in the corner it was a little easier to hear each other. The neon lights that were reflecting off of most everything in the building was giving Tangerine a glow. The lights were giving his hair a darker complexion than normal, while highlighting his blue eyes. If you weren’t sitting so close to him, you wouldn’t have noticed the details. But fortunately for you, you were.

You were close enough to him to smell his cologne. He smelled almost like citrus. Or maybe like sandalwood? Or maybe like the inside of a linen closet? You weren’t exactly sure of the scent profile, but he smelled good. He smelled familiar.

“Do you remember Ireland? That birthday party was insane! I don’t know how you two kept up with Ava that week, it felt like every ten seconds we were going somewhere new!” You let out a small laugh remembering just how crazy it had been.

Tangerine rolls his eyes with a smile on his face. “You honestly think I would forget? I felt like I needed a leash on that girl. I wish she would have stayed around me or Lemon like you had during the trip.” His eyes light up a little as he scans your face.

You hadn’t realized you had been so obvious on that trip. Most of the friend group had paired off in Ireland and you remember hoping to talk more to Tangerine on the trip. You hadn’t made it your priority of course, but during down times or sightseeing activities you had hoped to hear his thoughts.

The air got thin once more. You realized that you both were leaning in towards each other. You were sitting in your chair sideways. Your right elbow propped on the table, with your hand propping your head up turned towards Tangerine, your back turned to the group’s table. Tangerine was turned towards you, almost leaning into your space with his right arm draped over the back of your chair, his hand hung in the open air between the back of your chair and your side. His left arm draped into his lap. Your legs sandwiched in between his.

You hadn’t realized just how physically close you too were. Talking with him and drinking water seemed to have sober you up some. Realizing how close you were to him also helped to sober you up in the moment. Your eyes trailed to his lip as you went to speak.

“Well, I’d never pass up the chance to be around you all day.” You say, a little softly as you had grown even more distracted by each and every centimeter of his face. You think about how soft his skin would feel in your hands.

You readjust yourself, trying to redirect your thoughts. You sit up a little straighter and let your hand that had been previously holding up your head fall into your lap. It unintentionally brushes Tangerine’s knee and you watch it slightly move, almost shocked by the touch. Sitting up like you were now meant that your face was even closer to his. You really hadn’t realized how much you two were leaning into each other.

You're staring at Tangerine’s lips when your eyes rush back to his as he places a hand right above your knee. You watch as he begins to lean in, his eyes on your lips. Before you can even process that his hand is practically on your thigh. He stops an inch away from you, his eyes moving up to meet your glance. His eyes meet yours for only a second before they move back down to your lips, and once again back to your eyes. You could feel him let a breath out, nearly a scoff.

“You’re extremely drunk.” He says dryly. and goes to pull away from you.

“I was dead sober in Ireland.” You quickly remark before retaking the distance he had put between the two of you. You plant a quick kiss on his lips.

“I haven’t forgotten about Ireland either.” You say softly as you move one of his curls behind his ear that had fallen when you kissed him a little too forcefully, the fear of missing another chance had brought some adrenaline into your system. Your hand makes its way to the back of his head as you begin to play with his hair. “I’ve been hoping you would be around more after that trip. Especially after the party.”

The hand Tangerine had set previously on your knee quickly moves to your face as he gently goes to hold your chin before lifting it up. This time h initiates the kiss. He’s more gentle than you were.

You grin into the kiss, only slightly thinking about how contrasting the situation was. The harsh man kisses gently, yet you, a more soft person kissed him like you were a thirteen year old kissing their crush at the school dance, afraid to be seen.

His hand moves from your chin to hold your head as he pulls you in more. Once he’s pulled you in as close as he can, his hand trails to your waist where it rests. Both of your hands quickly move back to his head where you pull him in closer.

His mustache tickles you, but you don’t care. All you could think about was how his head felt in your hands. How you wanted to be closer to him. How his hand was pulling your waist in. How his lips felt against yours. How you felt like you were breathing for the first time this entire night.

Your breath hitches as you feel his fingers dig into your waist. You feel yourself becoming warm as your attention is drawn to the fact that his skin is touching yours. Both of Tangerine’s hands are now holding on to your waist, pulling you in even more if it’s possible. One of his hands begins to trail up your back. It feels like he’s trying to find a better way to pull you closer to him, but at this point if you two got any closer you would be in his lap.

You accidentally let out what you think is supposed to be a gasp as one of his hands runs back down your spine, returning to your waist once more. This doesn’t faze Tangerine as he takes the short break from your lips to move both his hands now to either side of your head as he pulls you back into the kiss, not without a short and breathy ‘shit’ that escapes his mouth.

You aren’t sure who initiates the harsher kiss, but you didn’t care. As Tangerine bites your lower lip, you let out a breath and you grab onto the neckline of his unbuttoned shirt. Tangerine plants one last hard kiss onto your lips he pulls away, and leans into your ear before.

“I’d slow your breathing down, we’re about to have a visitor, yeah?” He plants a kiss on your cheek and pulls his head back to look at you before wiping your lips to get rid of some spit that had been left from when you two had separated. “Gotta make sure you look good too, dear.”

He takes a deep breath in, clears his throat and seats back against his chair, while running both of his hands over his head in an attempt to put his hair back in place after you had tussled it. He then leans back in his chair, giving a smile at the unwelcome visitor.

You wipe your hands over your face, and then over your own hair in an attempt to self soothe. You take a deep breath yourself as you try to slow your breathing and your heart rate. You wipe your hands down the thighs of your jeans before turning to meet whoever was coming towards you.

“Hey, you guys ready to go? Lemon is rounding up the rest of the group now. Ava and Elijah finally got bored with bowling.” Naomi says before finishing the drink she had in hand.

“Right. We’ll be over shortly.” Tangerine says, raising his eyebrows at Naomi and turning his attention back to you. You give her a smile and a nod to acknowledge her. As she goes to walk back to the table, you turn yourself back towards Tangerine.

“Glad we weren’t interrupted before this happened. Hope it was worth the wait.” Tangerine says giving you a sly smile.

You let out a half hearted laugh. If you thought nothing was in your brain beforehand, it was even more empty now. All you could think of now was when you would be alone with him again.

“How long did you say you and Lemon were staying this time around?” You manage to get out, looking up at him. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but you also wanted to do this again.

Tangerine chuckles as he fixes his shirt from where you had grabbed it as he goes to answer, “I’m in the city for a couple of days. Off work too.” He tucks a curl behind his ear. “You have something in mind that could keep me busy?”

You nod your head as you give out a short laugh. “Ask me out to a proper dinner and I think we could figure something out."

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adrealucia · 2 years ago

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Hi can I request a head cannon with Jake, tonowari, neteyam and lo’ak where their female mate gets very hot easily affecting their sleep but they want affection and comfort from their mate so they find a way to make it happen in a cute and fluffy way? Thanks 😊

yes yes yes, this is so cute 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Too hot

a headcanon ⓘ sfw

featuring: Jake, Tonowari, Neteyam & Lo’ak

Jake

your body is hot and you keep on clinging onto your mate, who desperately tries to escape your grip

you seem to be deep asleep and jake doesn’t want to wake you up, since you seem so peaceful

but still, he can’t sleep like that

he gets up and opens the curtains, letting in some fresh air

he wonders “maybe she caught a cold?”

for a minute he just stands there, looking at you and admiring the view

“jake? ‘m so hot… can’t sleep”

you open your eyes, searching the bed for your mate only to find him standing next to the entrance of your little tent

“I know, I know… are you feeling sick?”

you shake your head “no, it’s just so hot in here”

“want me to move the bed a little closer to the entrance?”

tired, you rub your eyes, nodding “yeah… i’ll help you”

Tonowari

“Tono’?” you gently shake his body, trying to wake your partner up

he is a pretty heavy sleepy and not easily bothered by anything, you on the other hand are quite the opposite

you woke up, sweaty and hot, not being able to fall back asleep

“hm?”

your mate carefully opens one eye, scanning your face

“I need to cool down… join me at a midnight swim?”

you earn a gentle chuckle from tonowari

he slowly lifts himself up, rubbing his eyes and yawing “of course i’ll join you”

he reaches for your hand and gently helps you get out of bed “wow you do feel really hot…”

“it’s because you always hug me so tightly!”

“…not that I would want you to stop though…”

Neteyam

you wake up, sweating and feeling uncomfortable

you try to go back to sleep, scooting away from your lover

the small blanket that covered the both of you, you push aside

“y/n?”

you open your eyes again, leaning your head to the side, meeting eyes with neteyam

“can’t sleep?”

“It’s so hot… I already tried to cool down again, but I am either freezing or sweating… ‘dunno what to do…”

“let’s get rid of this” he throws the blanket to the side and scoots closer to you “come here”

he presses his body against yours and gently wraps one arm around your torso

“‘m gonna keep you warm, you don’t need a blanket… think that will help?”

“… but I am all sweaty”

“I don’t mind… just try to sleep okay?”

Lo’ak

Lo’ak has his arms and legs tightly wrapped around your body, but his body his burning hot and now yours is too

he doesn’t seem to be bothered at all, sleeping like a little baby, but you can’t seem to close an eye

“…lo’ak?”

his eyes open in an instant, wondering if something bad happened to you

“you alright?”

“yeah… it’s just your so hot… I can’t sleep like this”

“oh…”

he places a little kiss on your nose and quietly chuckles when he removes himself from your body

but not being able to cuddle your partner or at least touch him in the slightest way doesn’t feel right either

you gently touch his feet with yours and reach for his hand as well

“that’s better…”

#atwow #avatar 2 #avatar #awow x reader #neteyam headcanons #jake headcanons #tonowari headcanon #lo’ak headcannons #atwow headcanons #atwow sfw #neteyam x y/n #neteyam sfw #jake x y/n #jake sully #tonowari x y/n #loak x reader

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shigarakis-cumdump · 2 years ago

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Summary: Hc of Dabi x reader, where reader has a dark minimalistic aesthetic, and a Victorian aesthetic (all SFW)

A/N:🐍 anon asked: can I request a Dabi x reader with a dark minimalist and Victorian aesthetic (separate headcanons) fully sfw

Cw: None

Word Count: 1.1k

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Dark Minimalistic:

Everyone always called your aesthetic “clean” and a little odd since you wore darker clothing no matter the weather. You didn’t care though, it’s what makes you happy and comfortable.

This was actually how Dabi took a liking to you. He himself was an outcast, in a bit more noticeable way, but he always wanted to be with someone who was different from the norm. Whether that be because of their quirk, personality, or clothing choices. He knew you lived in a nice minimalistic mansion on the Northside of Tokyo after following you home one day.

It took Dabi a bit of courage to “accidentally” bump into you on your way to work. You worked at a stationary store, and your shifts were early morning, but not too early that Dabi wouldn’t be awake (not that he slept much anyways).

“Oh, I’m sorry, I almost didn’t see you there,” he said.

“Oh, no worries.” You replied. He was taken aback by your voice, since you dressed in opposing clothing, with long, dark gray dress pants paired with a white under shirt and blazer. He would have thought it was your work uniform if he didn’t observe how you dressed on the daily.

“Nice outfit, doll. I need someone to dress me the way you dress yourself.”

“I think you’d look better in light colors, ya know, since everything about you seems dark already.. I mean, no offense!” You reply.

“The only offense I’m taking is to the thought of bright colors. No way in hell.” He laughs.

Before the two of you even realized, you had chatted and walked all the way to your workplace, where you offered him a free drink from the cafe inside. Dabi agreed, not because he liked coffee all that much, but because he just wanted another minute with you. Anything to keep talking to someone as neat and enigmatic as the person before him.

Over the next few weeks, he would occasionally “run into” you before you had talked enough to invite him over for dinner. He said yes so fast he nearly choked on his words. The next night, he was at your doorstep ringing the bell.

When he stepped in your house, he felt very out of place. There was a simple white lantern lighting the hallway that led to the open floor plan dining room and kitchen. The counters were dark marble, littered with small decorations of meaningless art pieces like seashells and miniature statues. Compared to this, Dabi looked like trailer trash, even when he was dressing to impress (which was just a white tank and black jacket for him).

You decided to make some lentil stew, something Dabi would never choose in a million years, but he tried it for you. He actually liked it, and was surprised when you told him you cooked it, because to him this meal tasted as if it was from a 5 star restaurant.

The night was filled with chatting about your lives and how different they were. Dabi opened up about his living situation, which isn’t something he did often, but something about you made him feel safe and secure. Like he was already at home (if he didn’t look at the expensive home you actually lived in).

By the end of the night, you put on a movie and the both of you cuddled on the sectional.

Halfway through the movie, you hear faint snoring sounds coming from the man curled up in your arms. You had to get a picture- someone as tough as him sleeping soundly like this filled your heart with warmth.

That night you decided a roommate wouldn’t be so bad.

Victorian aesthetic:

You and your boyfriend have very different lifestyles, and finding a house that matched both of your aesthetics was very hard

Dabi had your typical “bad boy” look, with the leather jackets and dark tones, while you had more of a Victorian look- the frilly collared shirts and red floral vests.

When the two of you walked in public, people would laugh, take pictures, or simply look confused. It didn’t bother either of you, though. You liked your aesthetic and lifestyle just the way it was.

Your house looked like something out of a vampire movie, with dark walls and extravagant carpets in every room, accompanied by a lot of candles, desks with letters, and pipes (for Dabi, of course). The decor ranged from skulls used as paperweights to a grand piano in the entryway.

Sometimes you would wake Dabi up by playing a gentle tune on the piano, and the smell of coffee would breach his nose from the kitchen. Mornings were quiet, afternoons somber, and nights were filled with laughter and love.

Dabi loved the way you dressed, although he would often joke about your pajamas, saying you looked like a “sick Victorian child,” with the classic blue striped matching shirt and pants.

One day Dabi tried on some of your clothing, and he insisted you tried his, to do a clothing swap for the day; everything about it was wrong. You looked silly in his heavy spiked jackets, and Dabi’s hair didn’t complement the brown Cahill hat you gave him, not one bit. Of course, you still took photos and placed them in the photo album you kept. It was cute to look back on previous years to see how much you had both grown, and how the house in the background has gotten more cluttered with antiques.

The only clothing choice you both shared was long trench coats that nearly dipped into the puddles on the street. You of course had a brown one while Dabi had black, to no one's surprise.

Dabi loved taking you to cozy cafes for dates, always buying you a pastry and coffee, insisting you needn’t pay him back. One day, you surprise him with a gift you bought from all the saved up coffee money you had; a dog. Dabi had always wanted a dog, and you thought a German Shepard would make the perfect fit.

He didn’t know how to react. Half of him wanted to send it back because, “it was too expensive,” and the other half of him wanted to one- up you and buy you a ring.

He decided on the name, “Otto,” for the dog, and the next step was giving Otto his very own place in the house.

You went to the pet store and picked out the most luxurious dog bed encrusted with some gems and feathers; one that matched the bedroom very well. The dog bowls were gold plated and had engravings over skulls and horns on it, which matched the skull bowl decoration in the kitchen. You bought two leashes for Otto; a brown one with spikes on it for when Dabi walked him, and a maroon paisley leash for you.

Your lifestyles weren’t for everyone, but that was okay. It worked for you and personally, you made a very cute couple.

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