#pattern matching with the arm warmers

[sodasober]

it's my wriggling day (9th feb) pleas e draw my troll sona

i would appreciate it

[mandrellaeffect]

[ID: closeup of a pair of knitted socks on someone's feet. Socks are in dark blue with a white pattern of flowers across the feet and branches up the calves. /end ID]

You guessed it, another pair of socks 🧦

[mandarinmoons]

Hi! So what about BAU!Reader and Spencer are fresh into their relationship. Like weeks into it. Reader is just as shy and nerdy as Spencer was in early seasons. (This can be any season of Spencer) anyways it’s Spencer’s birthday and Spencer begs reader to not buy anything for him so instead she knits him a replica of Dr. Who scarf because she remembers him mentioning to Garcia he was trying to find the perfect replica for his Dr. Who cosplay (7x23 when Garcia and Spencer go to that convention) so reader, who never watched it before, watches the entire series while knitting the scarf bc she knows how much Spencer loves Dr. Who and she wanted to understand his interests more. Maybe she makes herself a matching scarf or hand warmers in the process. And then she’s like “I have a ton of questions about the series though” and pulls out a notebook of her questions as she’s asking them Spencer realizes she’s THE ONE and it’s all just fluff and two nerds in love 🥰

I've never consumed any content about Doctor Who so I'm sorry if this is a bit vague BUT the idea was so cute so I had to give it a shot x

You and Spencer were both nerds, it’s what drew you two together and keeps you both joined at the hip. Even though you two had been together for less than eight weeks, both of you had your eyes on one another for a good while. When mutual feelings were finally admitted the only thing different from before was that you got to hold hands and kiss each other on the cheek comfortably without having to worry if it’ll make the other person uncomfortable.

Spencer’s birthday was coming up and with Spencer being the way that he is, he was adamant about not letting you splurge on his big day. You were a bit annoyed by it because a part of you did want to go out and treat your special boy the way he deserved to be treated. However, you did not want to argue with him so you decided to get a bit creative.

Long before the relationship had been established, Spencer had talked about how he was searching for a replica of the Doctor Who scarf for his cosplay. Knitting was something you had learned before, although it had been quite a few years since you last picked it up, you decided to try it out again and hopefully make Spencer’s face gleam with joy.

After digging out your old knitting needles and yarn you looked up some tutorials online to familiarize yourself with your old hobbie. A few hours and some messy pathworks later, you managed to remind yourself of how everything went down and began work on the scarf. Luckily the pattern wasn’t difficult at all and as you began working away you thought about looking up the show and getting a feel for what Spencer talks about all the time.

After many weeks and countless trips to the store to get more yarn the scarf was finished and you were both excited and nervous to hand it over to Spencer. A million thoughts ran in your head as he undid the bow on the carefully packed present and removed the scarf from the paper, his eyes went wide and he was speechless for a whole minute.

“Y/N, how did you…”

“Surprise?” you chuckled and Spencer was still speechless, he ran his thumbs over the carefully knitted garment. He wrapped it over his neck and walked over to the mirror to have a closer look, his heart was melting over how you took so much time and effort to make him this. He walked over to you and placed his arms around you in a bone crushing hug which only made you laugh.

“I’m so glad you like it.”

“Like it? That doesn’t even come close to how I feel about it, I love it.”

Spencer held your cheeks as he kissed you and as you parted a thought came to your mind.

“Oh also, I watched a bit of the show!”

“Really? Did you like it?”

“Mhm, I have a few questions though, firstly…”

As you went on about your questions regarding the show Spencer stared at you while a smile crept on his face. He loved how you took interest in anything he was fascinated in, and in return he would do it with your interests as well, it was one of the ways you both showed love to one another.

Spencer guided you back to the couch, pulling you to his lap as he cleared his throat and explaining the questions you just layed out for him. You looked up at him and nodded along as he got into the topic and you were reminded of one of the reasons why you fell for him in the first place, his passion, and that same passion grew now that he had someone like you in his life.

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[devoutekuna]

First gifts

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

He doesn't care for gifts, he doesn't even think they're necessary. Sat at the dining table messing around with your daughter's lips as you wiped the reminisce of milk off them. "Here" motioning towards his son, a fat limb from a turkey sat Infront of you. "What's this for?" Knowing that you couldn't eat all of that, nor your baby. "A gift, for him" a whole turkey leg for his son who couldn't even eat food yet?

"He can't eat food Ryo" sighing in defeat as you pushed it back. "So what does it want then?" Practically ordering you to tell him, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Get him something he can wear Ryo." Motioning to the new clothes he needed since he grew so fast.

Nanami-

He makes it an effort to work overtime so that he could save up for the gift he wanted. Wanting to buy his daughter a crochet clothes.

Sat on the bed as you tried to burp your baby, seeing your husband walk in with a new hat which he recently brought made a smile appear on your face. "I wonder who that's for" smirking at him as he sat beside you, making the bed dip down a bit. "For my daughter" face peeking out from behind your arms as he put it on her, pushing it down so it didn't slip off. Handing you the small socks which could be out on later. Giggles heard from her mouth as she toyed with it, hands trying to rip it off her head, she always wanted to put something new in her mouth.

Geto-

Geto has been planning building blocks and blanket designs for a few months, you had always been craving physical touch during your pregnancy, always sleeping next to him as you had the blanket wrapped around your bodies.

Sitting next to his baby girl as she babbled on about something, toying with his robes and the blanket, I was starting to get on his nerves. "Do you want something to play with sweetheart?" Noticing the words coming out of her father's mouth but not knowing what he said she impulsively nodded. Taking out a few blocks with letters on one side and shapes on the other from the bag beside him. "Here" handing them towards her, already trying to stuff them in her mouth, before throwing it at him when she realized she couldn't. Sighing in response, nothing would ever satisfy such a spoiled girl. She must've gotten it from you.

Handing her the blanket which spelt her name and had different patterns on it, the main one being a patchwork. "How about this?" Eyes shining up as she saw it, her favourite characters underlining the bottom of it. Pointing to them. Trying to say the words 'papa' but nothing came out other than weird noises she made. "You like that?" It was clear that she liked it, already falling backwards onto the plush pillow.

Gojo-

He take such pride in himself, knowing he's the strongest and bragging about it every time his name is mentioned, so when he saw his beautiful baby boy for the first time, of course he had to give him something, your gift was the fact that you had a child now, that's what he said as he joked with you, till he saw your reaction, of course he was joking with you as he handed you your proper gift straight after. When it came to giving his son his first gift, he pulled out a plushie from his back, squeezing it in his face. White hair matching your son and him, matching dark blue uniform and a black blindfold, and probably bright blue eyes hidden underneath. You can guess who it is from the looks. "It's a plushie of me!" Seeing the disgust in your eyes as he displayed it, "In case he misses me whilst I'm away" trying to defend his actions as he placed it in the cot with him, fortunately he was sleeping or else he would've been crying from the mini Gojo.

Toji-

He hadn't planned a gift yet since he didn't think it was necessary. He was naturally warmer than everyone else, so whenever it was cold in the apartment you always snuggled up to him, laying on his warm body as you slept, glancing over at his baby, fully awake as she tried to twist and turn in the swaddle, noticing how cold it would be for a baby in here, he threw his clean zip up on him, he wanted to hold her and comfort her but was too scared that he'd crush her with his strength, opting for the safer version in his mind as he made sure it was tucked in.

[hanbinics]

bloom — m.s.

pairing ⟶ matthew sturniolo x !femreader

genre ⟶ angst, pining, unrequited feelings.

word count ⟶ 3.8k

Matt can practically feel the vibrations of the music pulsing through his veins, his temples. It's like he's inside whatever stereo is blasting a few doors down, the noise obnoxious despite him being in the usual serenity of his small apartment. Oftentimes he regrets choosing this area as his home for the next four years while he finishes school, but the close proximity to his classes and the rent were both something he couldn't rationally pass up on—not as a struggling college student anyway.

Tuning himself out to the rest of the world is kind of a talent of his anyway, making it easy for him to focus his gaze back on the text of the book he holds in his large hands, immersing himself yet again in a different world that only fiction can offer. One long index finger is creasing the corner of the page, ready to move onto the next, when a few small, quick raps at his door once again brings him back to reality.

He hesitates in getting up from the couch at first, but not for long. Only a second or two must pass before he's standing, crossing the living room in two long strides and reaching out for the handle.

Somehow, before opening the door, he knows it's you. He thinks it's probably because not many other people come to visit him; he doesn't have many people to call a friend outside of Chris and Nick. Still, though, he seems to get this feeling every time it's you. It's like he can feel when you're around, like your presence affects his being, and he can only hope it doesn't show the way his brothers always tease him for.

Even though the brunette knows it's you on the other side, he still isn't expecting the sight that greets him upon opening the door. Pretty eyes that have easily become his favorite color are shiny with unshed tears threatening to spill over the brim, long lashes wet and sticking together in some places. The apples of your cheeks match the color of the tip of your nose, both a bright pink from the bite of the unforgiving winter. You've always been shorter than him in terms of size, but everything about you feels so small in the moment as he takes in the way you wrap your arms around yourself almost as if you're attempting to hold everything together that way.

"I'm sorry," are the first words that come out of your mouth, breathy and broken, with more tears following afterward.

He doesn't know why you apologize, hates that you're made to feel like you have to. He says nothing in response, but he wears that look he always does when this happens—lips pursed, blue eyes soft at the corners and sympathetic.

Matt opens the door a bit wider for you—a silent invitation for you to come inside—and you do. You always do. There's a pattern in the way you make your way toward his well-loved sofa, a routine as he watches you take the small blanket off the back and wrap it around your shoulders instead. His apartment is warmer than it is outside, but he thinks it's more for comfort than anything.

As he makes his way to the kitchen and grabs two mugs from his cupboard, he's all too aware of the small sniffles coming from the living room. It's not exactly comforting to listen to you cry as he warms up tea on the stove, but he can't say he's not used to this exact scenario. It's been happening for so long that while he hates it every single time, it's almost become something to rely on. He would never turn you away—can't turn you away. As many times as someone breaks you, he can't imagine not putting you back together again.

"Ethan texted about an hour ago," you finally say once Matt joins you on the sofa, one mug being placed carefully into your hands. "Classes and football are just too much for him right now. He thinks a break would be good for us."

He doesn't miss the way your voice cracks at the end, light eyes catching the way the tips of your fingers begin to turn white from clutching your mug too tight. He wants to reach out and uncurl them, soothe gently over the skin, but he doesn't. His own fingers just flex gently against ceramic as he takes in the reason for your chaotic arrival tonight.

Truthfully, he isn't surprised in the slightest. A few weeks prior, he can remember you worrying to him about a girl Ethan had been seen with at a party you weren't able to go to. You'd decided to stay behind to study for midterm finals with Matt instead. How ironic that he's breaking up with you now.

While he voices none of this, Matt can't help but think about how many times the two of you have gone through this. He's opened up his door for you more times than he can count, sitting on this same sofa with some sort of comforting placeholder to occupy the time and your feelings. He can't fathom why you put up with any of it.

"Who are the roses for?"

Your voice breaks him from his thoughts, noticing your now less watery eyes focused on the flowers resting on the kitchen table. He breaks his gaze from the little knit of your brows and shifts to the flowers instead, shaking his head slightly.

"Nobody," he answers, only slightly embarrassed. "Just using them for an arrangement."

He doesn't know why the tips of his ears feel warm. You know about the way he spends his free time, have seen the results of his hobby several times and liked them. Still, it's something he doesn't share often besides with you. You seem to be the exception to a lot of things for him.

"I thought lilacs were your favorite," you insist, brow creasing as the corners of his lips turn upwards simply because you remember.

"They're not in season."

For the first time all night, Matt is graced with the sight of your smile. It's not big and it doesn't quite reach your eyes the way he wishes it would, but it's something. It's enough as your head ends up on his shoulder, and you lose yourself in one of your favorite movies that he puts on. It means nothing more than what it is: him being a source of comfort for you.

Still, his heart is full.

Ethan is the longest that he's seen you take to recover. He's used to you giving second chances, trying to make it work again and again until you've so much more time on something that he knew was doomed from the beginning simply because they don't deserve you. They usually never do.

Taking time for yourself is a relief for the triplet. It's like he can breathe easier seeing you heal in ways that he thinks you've never allowed yourself to. He's well aware of the selfishness he harbors for relishing in the more time you find to spend with him now that you're out of a relationship, but he allows himself this just this once. He can't remember the last time he's had you all to himself in this way.

The thing is, there's always been someone else. You're stunning in a way that everyone can see when they look at you, but even more so because of what's inside, and Matt doesn't think a lot of the guys you've chosen have appreciated that the way he does and always has. And because your heart has always been occupied, he doesn't think he's ever had a real chance to show you so.

Maybe this time is different.

It's like he can feel it as he enters the familiar café sitting right in the middle of campus—hope. It buzzes gently in every corner of his body but never quite allows itself to pour into the rest of himself, to fill his entire body with it. He's gotten the jokes his whole life—"miserable Matt," "moody Matt." It's hard to explain that he's just careful, especially when it comes to how he feels.

The café is one of your favorite spots on campus. He's spent too many late nights here with you when he should have been studying or getting a good night's rest for classes the following morning. He can't explain why all that has paled in comparison to you spending your time with him—you needing him.

A smile sits on your pretty mouth when he spots you at a table near the back corner of the room. You're happy to see him and that makes something pleasant bloom inside of himself, filling his chest in a way that makes him let out a soft breath with the emotion having nowhere else to go.

“You’re smiley today. Presentation went okay?” he asks, remembering the way you’d been so anxious about your psychology class and its biggest project of the semester.

You look slightly surprised that he remembers, but you shouldn’t. He remembers all of it. If it’s important to you, it’s important to him.

“Yeah,” you finally breathe out, the smile only widening on your face. “It went great, actually. I got an A.”

Matt shakes his head, chuckling softly. "Don't give yourself enough credit," he reminds you, liking the way the apples of your cheeks flush the softest shade of pink. Whether it’s embarrassment or flattery, he isn’t sure, but he wishes he could keep the image forever.

He thinks he’s always been good at reading you. Spending so much time together has given him the opportunity to appreciate everything about you, big and small. So why he doesn’t catch the way your teeth worry at your lower lip from time to time or the way your foot nudges against his here and there from the nervous shake of your knee, he isn’t sure. In hindsight, he wishes he had noticed. Maybe it would have prepared him a little more.

“Matty,” you say, the nickname falling from your mouth so easily as your eyes follow his fingers currently occupied with retrieving another fry from his plate. “I’ve been seeing someone.”

Frozen is how he feels. It’s like ice creeping through his chest, winding around his heart and through the rest of his body until blocks of it are just weighing him down. He thinks he didn’t hear you right, but he knows he has. You always have his full attention.

From the way you’re looking at him, he knows he’s taking too long to respond. Your bright eyes are dimming a little bit the longer you wait for his reaction, worry creasing your brow as he finally swallows the bite he’d been chewing. More than anything, he hates to see you upset, and so he flicks the switch.

“You have,” he echoes, unsure of what else to say—unable to say what he really feels.

“What's his name?”

Showing interest allows him to visibly see your body relax. Your shoulders release a tension you’ve been holding since delivering the news, maybe before this even, and Matt only feels the slightest bit better knowing that he’s a source of comfort to you still.

And so he listens to you. He listens to you explain that you’ve been seeing him for a while now, but casually, and in a way that you think is healthy so as not to get your heart broken. You’ve been taking things slow, and it’s been for the better as you think this time and this guy are different.

Matt has never said it out loud, but your relationships have always quietly reminded him of his favorite flower: lilacs. They’re beautiful in the beginning, and yet they have one of the shortest bloom times. He thinks you’re beautiful, thinks you deserve someone who only nourishes you in your bloom and after. He feels sympathetic in knowing that this guy, whoever he is, will only yet again disappear after your bloom, but he doesn’t say so. Instead, he’ll support you. He’ll stay on the side lines and he’ll be there to nourish you again, to give you the care you need. But for now, he just smiles, and listens.

Anything to make you happy.

Both of you are busy.

It’s what he tells himself every time he dares to think about the lack of time you’ve spent together in the last few months. You stay in touch, texting and Facetime proving to be extremely useful, but it doesn’t make up for seeing you in person. He wants to be in the same room as you, wants to feel your presence and the warmth of your smile and your eyes whenever you laugh. He tells himself conflicting schedules are at play.

And when you do make time for him, all his anger dissipates. He can’t find it in himself to be upset with the loss of time together because you’re making an effort and really that’s all he wants. At the end of the day, you’re still his friend above all.

Christmas lights are a tradition. He’s been worrying about it this year, thinking maybe you’ve got too much going on to tag along in seeing them with him. But you don’t disappoint and Matt is thrilled even if he does his best to hide it as you walk along the lit-up path winding through the public park.

“God, it’s beautiful,” you breathe out, hands shoved deep into the pockets of your coat as you take in the decorations surrounding the two of you.

“Yeah, it is.” His eyes are glued to you, but he nods, looking away when you meet his gaze with a small smile and a confused gleam to your eye.

There are other people walking through the park, but mostly everyone keeps their distance. Small groups of friends admire the scenery, couples with fingers threaded together staying close and relishing in the other’s warmth. None of them are close enough that Matt feels like he can’t speak freely for which he’s grateful. This is his time with you.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, you turn to the taller boy with a little laugh.

“I was almost afraid I wasn’t going to get to see the lights this year. Noah wasn’t able to take me,” you admit, and as much as it sends a pang through his chest, he's elated at your next words. “But I knew you would go with me. It’s our thing anyway,” you point out.

Our thing. The words echo in his head as the corners of his lips turn upward. It’s simple but it implies that he is reliable, someone that you can always count on. He is a constant for you and he wonders if you truly realize what that could mean for you.

“I wouldn’t miss this,” Matt says then with a shake of his head, shooting you a small smile while he flexes his gloved fingers in an attempt to keep warmth flowing through them.

“Even when we’re old?” Your tone is teasing, and it makes him laugh despite him being serious. “You’re going to push my wheelchair out here?” You join in on his laughter, the sound dancing in his ears despite his beanie partially covering them.

“Count on it.” He’s serious, still smiling up until your next words.

“Noah and I joked about bringing our kids here one day,” you laugh, shaking your head while the two of you stroll through the park. “I doubt we’ll even still be around here, but it’s nice to think about.”

Matt's brows knit together. “Kids?” he echoes incredulously. “Don't think that's gettin' a little ahead of yourself?” he breathes out a chuckle, but it’s shaky and something feels like it’s wrapped around his throat as he takes in the expression on your face, the two of you walking even slower somehow.

For a moment, everything around him seems very still. He can sense that something has shifted and as his blue eyes meet yours, it feels like your words are instead your pretty little fingers wrapping around his neck—choking him.

“Matt,” you say slowly, seriously, “Noah and I are getting serious. We’ve talked about our futures a lot and it’s... nice.”  

You can’t be serious.

“I know it’s different and I didn’t think it would ever turn into this either,”

Don’t say it.

“But I love him.”

Matt has always known the weight that words can hold to anyone. But when those four leave your mouth, he doesn’t expect the way his world shatters around him like cheap glass. It’s suffocating to listen to you, to take in the warmth in your eyes when you talk about him. He knows that warmth all too well because it’s the same that he feels when he’s with you, when he thinks about you, when you need him.

Seeing you experience that warmth for someone else is cruel.

Despite being lost in his own head, he can hear you saying his name. Concern is written all over your face, confusion gleaming in your eyes, and yet he can’t help the way he chokes out his next words.

"You're jokin', right?"

For a second, you don't know what to say. You're completely taken aback and it shows on your face as you tilt your head to one side in confusion, brows knit together. Your plush pink lips are parted, but nothing comes out in response, and Matt can feel this panic rising in his chest.

He squints down at you, his tone growing accusatory. "What about me?" he asks, his voice going up an octave.

Despite your initial shock, his question seems to snap you out of your daze. "What about you, Matt?"

You don't mean for it to send a pang through his chest, but it does, and while Matt is usually pretty good at disguising how he really feels, the blow of your words shows all over his face.

It's only then that the puzzle pieces seem to fall into place for both of you. At the same time that realization is dawning on you, Matt's face is crumpling with the same yet entirely different realization somehow. For him, it'd always been you. It had never crossed your mind that it could be him.

For a moment, it feels like time stops, the both of you learning something at the same time that changes everything about the relationship you've fostered all this time.

"Oh Matt.." His name comes out in a soft breath, and Matt can't stand the sympathetic look on your face.

He shakes his head, a pained expression on his face. "Don't do that," he says immediately, a muscle in his jaw flexing. "Don't pretend you didn't know."

He knows what you're going to say before you part your soft pink lips, so he continues. "I've loved you for the longest fucking time. I loved you before all those assholes came along, before you had even really experienced life," he breathes, a choked, humorless chuckle following his words.

"Before your parents divorced just before your birthday, before you were rejected from your dream school. Before you changed your major five different times, before you broke down almost every single night until you finally decided what you wanted to do with your life."

His heart is racing and there's a pounding in his ears, but he continues, "Before you went through countless rejections until you landed the internship you wanted. I loved you before all the bad shit and I’ve loved you after. After nobody stayed to see you bloom the way I have, because god, I knew you would," he huffs, feeling a stinging sensation in the corners of his eyes now.

He’s breathing heavy now, and he realizes there are tears brimming in your own eyes. His entire body feels numb from the cold, or maybe the adrenaline, but he’s never felt more relieved in this moment as he parts shaky lips to continue. He’s in dangerous territory now and everything he knows is crashing down around him—it's now or never.

"So please, please don't tell me again about how much you love him."

Matt can’t remember a time where he’s ever felt this nervous in his entire life. He’s thought about this day before, maybe more times than he’d like to admit, but not quite in the way that it’s happening now.

Surrounding him are friends and family. He knows many of them and he finds that he’s grateful they’re here to see this happen. He knows how much it means to you for the people you care about most to be here.

“Hey, you alright? Lookin' like you might throw up or somethin',” Chris whispers from beside him, chuckling softly. He’s always known his brother would be here for this.

He’d been hoping it wouldn’t show on his face, but apparently it has. He’s a nervous wreck and with every passing moment, he finds that, along with everyone else in the room, he’s waiting to see you.

“Yeah, 'm fine,” is what the dark-haired boy whispers back, shooting his triplet a small smile before he’s shifting his gaze back to the doors where you’re entering, the sound of a piano filling his ears.

Apparently he’s spoken too soon because the moment he sees you, he gets choked up. It’s never been a worry in his mind that you wouldn’t look beautiful. You’re wearing your dream dress at the wedding you’ve always wanted, ready to marry the man you love, and Matt couldn’t feel more lucky to be here, to experience this.

His heart is pounding in his chest as his long fingers reach up to fix his tie, more than anything just being something to do with his shaky hands as he watches you walk down the aisle. Your eyes are shining with unshed tears, happy tears, and the sight is nothing short of mesmerizing.

Upon getting closer, you reach out to him. His hand instinctively finds yours and the two of you share a soft squeeze.

And then you pass him.

He's thought about it a million times—if anything would be different had he actually ever told you how he felt, if it would be him waiting for you at the end of the aisle. Maybe he would know the feeling of having his breath taken away while watching his soon-to-be wife entering the room.

But he doesn’t.

He is not your husband and he is not your lover, but he is your constant. He is reliable, and he is your comfort. He is your best friend. And as he watches you pass him with your choice of flowers in hand, he smiles, because it is spring and the lilacs are in full bloom.

©hanbinics

ღ flower divider credit: @/k1ssyoursister ღ

[seventeenreasonswhy]

bf s.coups reacts to your scars ❤️‍🩹

CW: self harm (pls take care 🫶), angst / fluff, seungcheol is the sweetest

~850 words

AN: This just came to me for some reason. I feel like S.Coups would be so kind in this scenario. He's always reminding CARATs of how precious and worthy of love we are, and he's right! ❤️❤️❤️

Seungcheol had been noticing that you wore long sleeves a lot. When you’d first started dating, it didn’t even occur to him since it was winter. But as it got warmer outside, he wondered. “I run cold,” you would smile, shrugging it off if he tried to broach the subject.

The first official weekend of summer arrived, and he took you on a date to a tennis match. You looked so cute in your summery, sporty tennis skirt. The pattern on the skirt matched the bright berry color of your... long-sleeved top.

“Y/N,” Seungcheol smiled at you when you got out of your car, but quickly frowned at what you were wearing.

“It’s going to be like 100 degrees,” he said when you reached him.

“You don’t feel chilly?” You said, nonchalant. Seungcheol squinted at you. The sun was beating down so hard, anyone would be sweating. He’d worn over 50 SPF sunscreen and a baseball hat that day, it was supposed to be so brutal.

“Y/N,” Seungcheol’s tone shifted, and you felt a slight catch in your chest. He’d stopped walking toward the tennis court bleachers, and you turned to look back at him.

His face was darkened, and you felt like something was off...

“What?” You said, trying to maintain some composure, despite his shift in mood making you uneasy.

“C’mere,” he said, softer than you were expecting. Your face crinkled in confusion, but you made your way toward him. When you got close enough, he softly took you by your forearms.

You nearly jumped out of your skin—you had a feeling he might be wondering about this. It was something that came up in all of your relationships eventually. Your scars. You did your best to cover them up, not exactly because you were ashamed (although, you were admittedly working on that with your therapist), but mostly because you didn’t want to explain. You’d seen too many people, well-intentioned as they might be, get uncomfortable or not know what to say or how to act around you. You felt like it stuck a sign on you that might as well say “damaged goods, do not touch.”

Seungcheol’s gentle grip squeezed you ever so slightly.

“Here, let’s go sit in the car,” he said—you hadn’t realized he was standing so close to you. The grip on your arms wasn’t harsh... but he didn’t handle you overly-delicately either. But still, you couldn’t help but feel panicked. What if he didn’t... get it? What if it turned him off...

“I’m sorry—” you breathed out. Seungcheol stepped back a bit, his grip now supporting your weight. He had a feeling that the reason you wore long sleeves all the time was because of something painful, but he hadn’t anticipated you looking so shaken up.

“Don’t worry,” he said, as reassuringly as he could. “I’m not trying to put you on the spot.” He breathed the words so softly, only you could hear him. You looked at him, still feeling slightly nervous, but something in his eyes made you relax a little. He didn’t seem angry, or eager, or like he was pitying you. The warmth in his eyes was simply... there. Like he was saying, Don’t worry.

Once you were both seated in the car, away from any passersby in the parking lot, you decided it would be best to just rip the band aid off. You pushed the sleeves of your athletic top up, showing the faded but persistent scars along your forearms that you had managed to hide from almost everyone for a long time. He looked at them for a moment, his face remaining placid, only slightly tinged with concern. You start babbling, trying to explain that they were from a long time ago, when you were younger and more lost than you are now... but after a moment, you felt his fingers wrapping around your forearms again as he traced some of the scars with his thumb.

“Thank you for sharing this with me,” he said in a quiet voice, a small, grateful smile on his face that shot straight into your heart. you didn’t know what to say, and were mortified to feel a lump in your throat inching its way up. no one had ever thanked you for this information.

“it’s nothing,” you said, your voice shaking slightly.

“it’s not nothing,” he said simply, as he brushed a hand through your hair, noticing that you were on the verge of tears. “you went through something very difficult, and handled it the best way you knew how at the time. I think it’s really admirable that you’ve come this far, and it means a lot that you shared this part of you with me.”

His kind words had a genuineness to them that sent you over the edge. You didn’t know what to say, and Seungcheol didn’t mind. He brushed a tear away from your cheek with his thumb.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, lacing his fingers in yours.

[simstationdance]

HAPPY BIRTHIVERSARY part 2 - Crop Tops & Punk Skirts

FUN FACT: The Sims 2 (2004) was released 3 days before the date upon which I was released from my mother's womb, therefore making me younger than The Sims 2 by 3 days as of September 14th 2024, but objectively older by 6 years as of September 17th 2024. As of this post, it is now my birthday. I can feel the hands of time slowly pulling me into the earth. Let's celebrate!

Today's Very Special Birthiversary post includes a set of stylish, vaguely Scene-inspired clothes for ladies: 24 recolors of the Urban Primitive skirt, separated from the Maxis outfit by Skell, and 5 Goth themed patterned recolors and 5 bright solid recolors of the 4t2 Bow Crop Top by MDPthatsme, with black tank top undershirts attached using textures by DeeDee. The clothes are for AF and TF, with Standalone and Repositoried options for TF, and they come with all morphs.

All meshes are included and special characters that would make the game load slower (specifically hyphens) have been removed from the filenames. Since the skirt is from the ever popular Maxis Match Repository Project, you probably have the mesh for the skirt lying around in your Downloads somewhere, so make sure you don't have duplicates.

For the skirts, there are two versions with tights - one of which is a mashup of fishnets by Io (colored red and black) and the Maxis black and white stockings, and the other is the Maxis shorts+fishnets texture because I liked it - and one version with bare legs, which can be used with @themeasureofasim's stockings accessory boxes. (actually only a handful work, see under the cut)

The crop tops and the skirts are 'meant' to be paired together but, being separates, you can mix and match with any other top or bottom you want.

CROP TOPS SWATCH | PUNK SKIRTS SWATCH

See under the cut for more (not very important) information.

DOWNLOAD (sfs)

Mesh credits: @mdpthatsme, Yuichen, @deedee-sims, Skell Texture and alpha credits: DeeDee, Ghanima Atreides, Creesims, Io, and Maxis Pattern credits: andrea_lauren, nerd-and-vine, ophelia_payne (@ Spoonflower), Blue Moth Fabrics, and VictoriaBat.

I have done my best to credit everyone who's resources I used. If I have misattributed or missed anybody, or if I have broken a rule in someone's TOU somewhere, please let me know.

Secondly, this is my first time 'retexturing' clothing instead of just recoloring it, as well as the first time I've done anything clothes-related in a very long time, so please be gentle to me with your criticisms and let me know if anything needs fixing <3

I wanted to recreate this outfit using only textures, because I know nothing about meshing and Milkshape scares me. As you can probably tell, I got a little carried away from the original goal.

I mashed a bunch of patterns, textures, and colors together on top of the crop top and skirt in an effort to learn 'advanced' recoloring of clothes in GIMP, as the most I've ever done before was just recoloring using pre-made PSDs. it was a bit of a disorganized disaster and there was quite a bit of blood, sweat, and tears. But the end results look... mostly nice, I think.

The arm warmers and fishnet gloves shown in the preview are a pair of accessories created by katsurinssims that I used to try to 'complete' the look, and are not included in this download.

Edit: im very sorry, I only tested a handful of the accessory stockings on the bare legs skirts, because I was very tired and there are A Lot of them, and assumed they would all work. But after a bit more testing, some of them have small gaps or poke through the boots, and the ones that are supposed to go over the crotch area end up looking like over the knee socks. Other than that, most of the knee high socks and tights work, but only on AF. I don't consider this a huge problem though, because a good amount of the tights work and the ones with gaps are barely noticeable.

There's a shoe swap that makes all of the boxes work with these skirts and I'll make another versIon of them with that mesh later.

[derpy-dogs-n-cats]

Christmas Wish.

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Simeon x Fem! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, dry humping, clothed grinding, teasing, orgasm denial, cumming in pants.

Summary: After pining for each other for so long, Simeon's Santa outfit on Christmas sets in motion something to finally happen.

W/C: 1.8k+

A/N: Tried to get this done DURING Christmas, but here it is.

Loud voices fill the dining room of the house of lamentation with pairs of footsteps being heard back and forth, some slow, others as loud as the banter in the room with the steps being heard rushing into the kitchen in attempt to prevent the need for damage control. “Solomon no! I can handle decorating the desserts!” You hear Luke’s voice fade into the kitchen followed by a muffled chuckle and small protests of how Solomon doesn’t mind ‘helping’.

“I’m hungry…” Beel whines as Belphie yawns. “Don’t worry Beel, Simeon’s almost here.” You comfort him. All seven brothers and everybody from purgatory hall were already at the house of lamentation, except for Simeon who’d gone to pick up Diavolo and Barbatos for christmas dinner, having insisted on accompanying over. “No one’s touching any food until Diavolo and Barbatos show up.” Lucifer informs to which Beel whines again.

“But what about Luke?” He complains with a frown which causes Lucifer to give him a stern ‘you know what I mean’ look. “Hello.” A familiar voice says that has you and the brothers looking over to see Simeon walking in the dining room with Diavolo and Barbatos beside him. Everyone greets each other as they approach one another for a warmer welcome in a hug or small talk to fill the gap of dinner getting finished but none of it is registered in your head, to entranced in Simeon.

He’d always looked breathtaking in his usual attire- any attire, but tonight was even more so than usual, dressed in a beautiful white suit with baby blue patterns topped with small golden colored designs pairing with the golden ornaments adorning the wool at the end of his sleeves and edges of his snow white hooded cloak matching with a Santa hat of the same design. “Sorry we’re so late.” His gentle voice apologizes before he calls your name in a questioning tone, opening his arms for you with a smile after a small pause.

You finally react and walk over to him and wrap your arms around his torso with his falling to your upper back and holding you close to him, embracing you in his warmth and letting you feel the soft fabric of his clothes. “How do I look?” He asks when he finally pulls away, still somewhat holding you in his arms by keeping his hands on your arms. You open your mouth to answer him only for nothing to come out, still at loss of words at the sight before you, though there’s someone who was never at loss for words.

“Oh Simeon!” Asmodeus practically moans and steps in front of you, breaking Simeon’s hold on you. “Well aren’t you a cute little Santa, darling. Tell me, am I on your naughty list tonight? Do you think you should punish me? Or have I been good this year? Do I deserve some reward?” Asmo tries to seduce him, his arms placing themselves around his neck. “Um…” Simeon looks away without knowing how to answer. “Something tells me Santa has you on a list all by your self.” You resist the urge to cross your arms at him.

“No need to be jealous dear,” He smiles at you. “You can help Santa give me my reward for being such a good boy this year.” His voice trails off to the same seductive tone while he looks back to Simeon. “Maybe not.” Simeon pulls Asmo’s arms off of him while looking away with an almost annoyed expression. “Simeon!” Luke yells and rushes over to hug him despite having been apart for only a few hours.

“You were so late I thought these demons had done away with you.” He exaggerates. “I’m alright Luke.” Simeon smiles as plates lightly clink in the background at the table being set. “What do you say if while Barbatos serves dinner, you tell Santa what you want?” He sits on the closest chair. “To make up for being late.” He adds and pats on his lap. “B- Wh- what? I’m not a child anymore! I know how Santa really works!” He points an accusatory finger at Diavolo and the brothers starting to take their own seats as well.

“Come on, just tell me what you want.” Simeon insists with Luke staying put, and despite him being older than you, seeing a child be so against asking Santa for a christmas present felt saddening, even if it’s a job that’s actually taken upon demons. “Well I want to ask Santa for a christmas present.” You state as you sit on Simeon’s lap, missing the way his eyes widen. “Stop treating me like child!” Luke insists, obvious to how Simeon’s eyes nearly pop from their sockets at how wide they are.

“It’s okay, I didn’t know about Santa until I was your age.” You assure him. “I’m over a millennium years old.” He says in a deadpan expression. “But you’re also sort of 10.” You say. “Hmph” He squints his eyes at you and leaves to take his own seat. “So… what does the pretty girl want from Santa?” Simeon nervously runs a hand through his hair with warm cheeks. “The… what?” You quietly turn around to face him, slightly moving in his lap which has him clearing his throat.

“The… pretty girl said she wanted to ask Santa for a present?” He repeats with a bashful smile. “Well… you see, I might actually need to think about it for a bit.” You subconsciously press yourself further into his lap, and though the action goes unnoticed by you, it doesn’t go unnoticed by Simeon who nearly chokes on thin air, swallowing thickly and reluctantly placing his left hand on your waist while the other one goes for the side of the chair, gripping it tightly.

“Maybe sit on Santa’s lap until you know what you want?” He suggests, struggling to steady his left hand enough to gently pull you closer to him, slightly spreading open his legs enough to slowly lodge you in between them. He’d never felt something like this and never really felt actual interest in these type of acts before, until he met you, and now that he finally has you so close to him, to where an unknown warmth was starting to blossom, he wasn’t going to let you go.

“Dinner is served.” Barbatos’s voice interrupts, both of you lightly jumping in your seats and staring straight ahead wide eyed at being caught red handed, expecting a scolding. But when you look over at him, he’s instead giving you a knowing look with a smirk on his face before leaving to his own seat beside Diavolo. You both stay sat in place quietly with both of you looking around nervously, seeing everyone else immersed in conversations along with small spats starting to form distracting from you and Simeon.

You look back to Barbatos again to see him silently eating his food with his eyes glued to the wall ahead of him and simply tuning out, but despite him minding his own business, it felt odd knowing that he knows what was happening. A small whisper of your name comes from behind you and you take in the noticeable difference with your seat form just a few seconds ago. “Please.” Simeon whispers again, his legs overly tense under you with his left hand gripping at your waist tightly, erection pressing into your ass.

You give a last quick glance around the table and look at him over your shoulder, squeezing the sides of his thighs nervously and finally give in. You move your hands to his knees and spread his legs apart just a bit further, moving to wedge yourself deeper in between them, unaware of the show you give him of swaying your hips side to side against his groin followed by you arching your back and leaning forward just slightly, enough to press your clothed cunt onto his hardness.

You open your legs as well to better welcome him against you and proceed to slowly grind back and forth on him, gently moving along the tent of his pants but pressing deep into his hardness. With his hands pulling your back and forth into him, you feel a wetness starting to seep from within you and soak your underwear, wondering if he would be able to feel you through the material of his pants keeping him away from you as your own do the same.

You give a small glance over your shoulder and see him struggling to keep his eyes from fluttering shut with his jaw visibly clenched tight, trying to not draw any attention with his length growing harder by the second starting to feel painful. His grip on your waist gradually tightens while he grinds you harder onto him, starting to hump back into you with his hips lifting in tune with your own, making sure to keep the movements slow so that no one notices.

By the time his hold on you starts to get painful, you manage to hear a small muffled noise from him with a small twitch from his length warning you of his impending orgasm with his teeth clenched tightly. Your own hands grasp harder on his thighs as well, biting back a plead that desperately wanted to escape you, wanting to bend over further over the table to grind your clit onto him rather than your clothed entrance drenched in your wetness, begging to reach it’s own release and clenching on nothing.

Having enough of what felt like teasing, you switch from your back and forth motions and move your hips side to side against him, hoping to finish him off to stop what almost feels like torture for your empty cunt. “Ngh.” A noise finally escapes him with his hips raising from the chair and holding you as tight against him as possible, stilling against you with his nails digging into your sides with his cock twitching beneath you, emptying his balls with you pressed onto him.

His hold on your waist slowly loosens until it goes limp, his hips settling back down slowly as well, cock softening with a quiet sigh leaving past his lips and eyes finally falling shut. You swallow a small whimper when you feel his release start to soak through your pants and bite your lip in frustration and despite having wanted something to happen between you after so long, you find yourself wishing for it to have happened in a better location.

Maybe next time you’ll be able to feel him inside you, or at least be able to play with your clit, maybe he’ll be the one to play with yours instead and you’ll actually be able to cum with him, but for now, you’re forced to take what you can get and enjoy simply having his cum soak through his pants and onto yours, leaving a dark patch on both your clothes and hoping to feel his warm cum reach your drenched pussy.

[valiwrites]

can u do a Joao one where it’s just pure fluff and no angst ily😘

i gotchu girlie 💕

LAZY MORNINGS

pairing: joao felix x reader

type: fluff

warnings: none

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It was one of those rare, blissfully quiet mornings when neither of you had anywhere to be. No matches, no travel, no alarms blaring at 6 a.m. demanding you both wake up and start the day. Just the two of you, tangled up in soft sheets with sunlight slowly filtering through the curtains.

You stirred first, blinking sleepily as you tried to orient yourself. Joao’s arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you close as he lay peacefully on his side, facing you. His hair was a little messy, sticking up in every direction from how he’d tossed around during the night, and you could feel his steady, warm breaths on your shoulder. You lay there for a moment, not wanting to disturb him, just watching the way the morning light softened his features, made him look even more carefree.

When you tried to shift, though—maybe to sneak out and make coffee—his grip around you tightened instinctively, pulling you even closer.

��Mmm... no,” he mumbled, his voice thick and groggy with sleep. He buried his face in your neck and held on, as if sensing you were trying to escape. You couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re awake?” you whispered, still a little groggy yourself.

“Barely,” he muttered, his lips grazing your skin as he spoke. “Stay here. Too early to move.”

You snorted softly. “Joao, it’s almost ten.”

“Exactly,” he mumbled, refusing to open his eyes, his hand reaching up to find yours under the blankets. He laced his fingers with yours, squeezing softly. “First morning off in weeks...”

You sighed, giving up on any attempt to get out of bed. There was something so peaceful about this side of him, this quiet, tender way he held you as if you were his anchor. Without all the noise of games and press, he was just Joao. Not a star footballer, not a public figure—just the guy who looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

So, you stayed. You let him hold you, running your fingers slowly through his hair, tracing little patterns on his shoulder as he gradually seemed to wake up a bit more.

Finally, his eyes opened just a sliver, sleepy but softened with a little smile. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice still low, that hint of an accent making the words sound even warmer.

You grinned, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

He laughed softly, his thumb brushing over your hand as he squeezed it again. “We should do this more often,” he whispered, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. “Wake up slow. Just us.”

You nodded, feeling that familiar warmth spread through your chest. “You know, I could stay like this all day,” you murmured, half-joking but half-serious. The thought of having a whole day with him, away from everything, sounded perfect.

“Then let’s do it,” he said simply, a little grin playing on his lips as he shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you better. “Who needs plans, anyway? I just need you.”

“You’re serious?” you asked, laughing as you looked up at him. “We’re just going to lay here all day?”

“Why not?” he shrugged, moving a little closer, his face inches from yours. “Unless you don’t think you could handle being stuck here with me.”

“Oh, I can handle it,” you teased, raising an eyebrow as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. He trailed a few more kisses along your cheek and jaw, his hand resting on your waist, keeping you close.

“And besides,” he added with a smirk, “I’m an excellent bed partner, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

You burst out laughing, pushing him playfully. “Oh, are you?”

“Absolutely,” he said, feigning offense. “And I’ll prove it to you... if you promise not to leave.” He leaned down again, but this time his kiss was slower, deeper, like he was trying to pour everything he felt into that one moment.

Eventually, you pulled back, grinning. “Fine, but if we’re staying in bed all day, I’m going to need breakfast. Preferably pancakes.”

He laughed, that bright, genuine laugh you loved so much. “Pancakes, huh?” He tilted his head, looking at you thoughtfully. “I could be convinced... if you don’t mind coming with me to the kitchen.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart fluttered at the thought of just doing something as simple as making pancakes together. “Deal,” you said, finally sitting up and stretching, though you didn’t make it far—Joao tugged you back down, his arms wrapping around your waist as he nuzzled into your neck again.

“Joao! I thought we were making pancakes!” you laughed, wriggling in his grasp.

“In a minute,” he murmured, sounding way too content to let you go just yet. “Just need another minute with you right here.”

You stopped struggling, leaning back into him, resting your head against his shoulder. He held you there, both of you enjoying the peaceful quiet, the sunlight warming the room, the sound of birds somewhere outside.

After a moment, he leaned in close to your ear, his voice soft and warm. “You know you’re my favorite part of the morning, right?”

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart feeling full. “You’re mine too.”

He hummed contentedly, finally releasing his hold so you could stand up. “Alright, chef. Pancakes it is.”

Together, you made your way to the kitchen, Joao still keeping close, his hand never leaving yours as you fumbled through ingredients, bumping into each other and laughing as you tried to make pancakes from scratch. He burned the first one, you messed up the second, and the third finally turned out edible enough that you could share it, each of you stealing bites from the pan.

And as you stood there in your pajamas, laughing with him over something so simple, you felt a warmth and peace that only he could bring—a kind of love that needed nothing fancy or grand, just the two of you and moments like these.

By the time the pancakes were finally done, he pulled you back into his arms, swaying with you in the middle of the kitchen, your laughter filling the room. And for the rest of the day, it was exactly as you’d hoped—just the two of you, no plans, just love and laughter and the simple joy of being together.

[crappy-writings]

Home is in your arms

Kate BishopxReader // Fluff

*Images are not mine, credit to its sources and creators

Summary: Kate comes home late, but you’re still waiting for her.

Trigger Warning: None

Word Count: 918

A/N: No thoughts, just soft Kate.

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Kate did her best to not make any noise when walking into her, now shared, apartment. It was pretty late, a little past 2:30am. She sets her gear aside, handing her bow in its designated spot right beside the door and drops off her quiver on the ground, right beside her large collection of arrows. She rolls her shoulders in their sockets, trying to relieve the dull ache in her muscles, the strain from the night getting to her. 

The sound of rapid clanking of metal on metal, followed by the soft, clicking pattern of dog paws hitting against the floor made her turn around. 

“Hey, bubbas,” she whispers, crouching to the ground as the golden, one-eyed dog wags his tail happily at her. Kate scratches along his neck and chest, causing Lucky’s medallion to clash against the other metallic components of his collar. He lets out a content huff before walking away from Kate, settling down on his doggy bed. 

“Traitor,” Kate whispers playfully as the dog walks away from her. 

She takes soft steps as she makes her way to the bathroom, wanting nothing more than a shower and her bed. She stripped off her suit, dropping it onto the dirty pile of clothes on the bathroom floor. After a quick, 10-minute shower, she changes into a set of comfortable pajamas; a set of purple, bow and arrow pajama bottoms that dragged slightly against the floor and a garish yellow, graphic t-shirt depicting Bigfoot carrying a boombox. It was a gag shirt you had gotten her for Christmas. You got Clint a matching one, too.

Her feet dragged as she made her way to the bedroom. The warm water from her shower had only managed to further coax the exhaustion out of her body. 

The bedroom door was slightly ajar when Kate reached it. She pushes the door, the hinges groaning against the gentle force put upon them, causing her to cringe at the loud noise. She slips into the room, taking notice of the figure that shifted in the bed. 

You were asleep on your side, facing the empty side of the bed. Your hands were reaching out to her side of the bed, your hand clutching at the sheets beneath you as if subconsciously reaching for Kate. The blanket you shared was completely wrapped around you and Kate knew that she would not be able to pry it from you. 

She did not mind that though, all she wanted was to share your bed with the person she cared about most. She wastes no more time as she climbs into the bed beside you, gently prying one of your hands from the gentle grip you had on the sheets. She scoots close to you, holding your hand close to your chest. She begins taking in every small detail of your relaxed features, aided by the faint light that poured in from the window.

Kate can’t help but smile at your sleeping figure. Stray wisps of hair cover your eyes, and she reaches out to brush them away. 

You nuzzled your head into the pillow, the physical contact waking you from your semi-conscious state, drawing a deep breath in as your eyes flutter open. You had been dozing in and out ever since Lucky left the bed. “Hey, baby,” you whisper, your voice husky with sleep.

“Shh, go back to sleep,” Kate coos, tucking the stray hairs behind your ear.

“Lucky woke me up, I was just waiting for you,” you inform her, trying and failing to stifle a yawn. Kate hums in response, the tiredness from her nighttime excursion catching up to her once more. 

You shift around in the bed again, ridding yourself of the cocoon you had been in. You stretch the blanket out, draping it over her shoulders, causing her to lean a bit closer towards you. The blanket was warmer than usual and the feeling brought comfort to Kate, her body immediately relaxing against the lumpy mattress beneath her. She breathes in the intoxicating scent of your body wash that lingered on the blanket and on your skin. She smiles, a peaceful complexion resting on her features. She was home.

Your hands snake around her waist and pull her closer to you. Kate puts up no resistance, instinctually nuzzling against the crook of your neck. She draped her arm lazily around your side, pulling you both impossibly close. 

You begin to run your hand through her raven locks, the gentle rhythmic motion finally pushing Kate over the edge of sleep. You on the other hand remained awake, taking in every small detail of her. 

The way her chest rose and fell against yours. The strawberry scent from her body wash and the faint smell of minty toothpaste. Her arm wrapped around your side. The way the shadows cast themselves over her figure. The small cuts and abrasions that littered her face. 

You cannot help but frown slightly at the marks, worry over the things she faces every time she dons her hero persona freezing your insides. All you wish for is to be able to protect her and your heart breaks a little knowing there is little you can do on that front. 

Regardless, you press a soft kiss on the crown of her head, a silent promise to do anything and everything you can for her. Your focus returns to her, and you follow the rhythmic sound of her breathing, allowing it to lull you back to sleep.

[pepi1989]

You’re single handedly saving the Ben Shelton fanfic world 😭 can you write a long (if possible, I love reading long fleshed out stories) story about a hot, summer vacation as a break from the tennis tour? Like on a yacht or in Greece, or maybe even in Florida.

I really like tennisplayer!reader so it’d be nice if both reader and Ben are taking a break together from tour and just lazing about together and being loving and cozy, maybe a bit flirty/suggestive too but nothing smutty. Thank you!

I'm in charge of keeping the Ben Shelton fanfic ship floating lol, please keep requesting things guys i love writing these <3

Sunkissed - Ben Shelton

The summer sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. You and Ben had finally stepped off the endless grind of the tennis tour, a much-needed break from the constant travel and matches. Now, instead of the whir of tennis balls and the thwack of rackets, there was only the sound of gentle waves lapping against the side of the yacht.

Ben leaned against the railing, the breeze tousling his curls as he turned to you with a smile that had you weak in the knees. “I still can’t believe we’re actually doing this.”

You laughed, settling beside him. “No tennis rackets, no early training, just us.”

The yacht rocked softly beneath your feet as the horizon stretched out, endless and blue. You let out a content sigh, already feeling your body ease into the relaxation you hadn’t felt in months. Ben wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, his warmth like the sun itself.

“We earned this,” he said, his voice low and sweet. “A whole summer of nothing but… this.”

“This,” you repeated with a grin, tipping your head back to soak in the sunshine. “And maybe a few more kisses?”

He chuckled, tilting your face toward his, lips brushing softly against yours. “I think that can be arranged.”

The day unfolded lazily, just like that. A delicious kind of nothingness, your bodies intertwined on sunbeds, laughter floating into the air as the boat drifted along the coast. It was Greece, of course. The white-washed buildings gleamed in the distance, and the scent of salty air mixed with the sweetness of fruit that you both snacked on between light conversation.

“Do you think anyone misses us yet?” Ben asked, lying beside you, hand lazily tracing patterns on your arm.

“Definitely,” you teased, leaning into his touch. “But they’ll survive. We deserve to just be.”

You lay in comfortable silence, his fingers brushing your skin every so often, and you felt like you could melt right into him, into the sun, into the moment. Nothing else mattered. Not the next tournament, not the next match. Just him and this stolen time.

After a while, Ben shifted beside you, sitting up and holding out a hand. “Wanna take a dip? The water’s perfect.”

You took his hand with a playful grin. “Race you to the water?”

Ben’s competitive spark lit up instantly, his smile widening. “You sure about that? I don’t want you to get embarrassed.”

“Oh, you’re on, Shelton.”

Laughing, you both scrambled to the edge of the yacht, diving into the crystal-clear water at the same time. The cool sea wrapped around you, a perfect contrast to the heat above. When you resurfaced, Ben was floating on his back, eyes closed with that peaceful expression you loved so much.

You splashed him lightly, and he cracked one eye open. “Hey! What was that for?”

“Felt like you were getting a little too relaxed,” you teased, swimming closer until you were practically nose to nose. “Can’t let you get too comfortable now.”

He chuckled, pulling you toward him until your legs tangled under the water. “You’re the one who said no tennis, no competition. Are you trying to break your own rule?”

You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck, your forehead resting against his. “Maybe.”

Ben’s eyes softened as he gazed at you, the moment shifting from playful to something deeper, warmer. “You know,” he murmured, “I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I really don’t know how I got so lucky with you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as the sincerity in his voice sank in. “Oh, I don’t know,” you replied, brushing your fingers through his wet curls. “Maybe because you’re a decent guy? Some might even say charming.”

He smiled, that boyish grin that always made your stomach flutter. “Only some?”

“Well, maybe more than some,” you admitted, cheeks flushing under his gaze.

Ben pulled you closer, his lips brushing yours softly again. “I love you,” he whispered, voice barely louder than the sound of the waves lapping against the boat.

Your breath hitched, and you felt your chest fill with warmth. “I love you, too.”

The kiss that followed was slow, gentle, but filled with a thousand unspoken promises. When you finally pulled apart, both of you were grinning like lovesick teenagers, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how perfect everything felt.

“Let’s stay here forever,” you said, half-joking, half-serious.

Ben pressed his forehead to yours again. “I’d love nothing more.”

Back on the yacht, as the afternoon sun started to dip lower, casting everything in shades of gold and pink, you and Ben sprawled out on the deck, wrapped in towels, hair still damp from the swim. He fed you slices of watermelon between light conversation, both of you too blissed out to worry about anything beyond this moment.

“You ever think about what’s next?” you asked quietly, eyes on the horizon.

Ben’s hand found yours, fingers intertwining. “Sometimes. But not right now. Right now, I’m thinking about how lucky I am to be here with you. To have someone who gets it, who gets me.”

You squeezed his hand, feeling that familiar tug in your chest again. “We make a pretty good team, huh?”

“The best,” he agreed, bringing your hand to his lips for a quick kiss. “You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”

The evening unfolded in the same relaxed rhythm. As the sky darkened, you moved to the yacht’s upper deck, where the stars began to blink into view, one by one. Ben wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as the two of you looked up at the night sky.

“I could get used to this,” you said, voice soft.

“Me too,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Let’s never leave.”

You laughed, leaning into him. “I think we might need to eventually. But for now, this is perfect.”

Ben tightened his hold on you, his voice low and filled with affection. “For now, it’s just us. No worries, no matches. Just you and me.”

You smiled, closing your eyes and savoring the moment. This was everything. And for as long as it lasted, you were determined to make every second count.

[jungshookz]

apparently y/n's really good with toddlers and jimin thinks it's adorable

➺ pairing; balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n

➺ genre; alright balletteacher!jimin stans since the last update was.,,. uh,., anyway here’s some pre-breakupfluff!! actually idk if this is going to make u guys more sad knowing how that last drabble ended but this one is super cute so at least you have that <3 i’m FINALLY appeasing u with balletteacher!jimin content 

➺ wordcount; 2.3k

➺ summary; all the teeny ballerinas seem to gravitate towards y/n for some reason and it’s taking everything within jimin to not spend the entire class just watching her fondly. 

➺ what to expect;  “oops, i dropt my swipper again.”

»»————- 🧸 ————-««

when jimin first got the email from saying that he had to take over the toddler’s ballet class for a day because the teacher for that class called in sick at the very last minute and he was the only one whose schedule lined up perfectly with the toddler’s class, needless to say, he wasn’t very happy 

it’s not that he hates children or anything horrible like that (he really doesn’t understand people who say that they hate children) — don’t get him wrong, he loves when random babies wave at him on the street and he’ll even go as far as to make a face at them if their parents aren’t watching — it’s just that he’s literally never taught a toddler ballet class before so he doesn’t even know where to start… and he also doesn’t know how far he can push them before he’s being accused of being a horrible, mean teacher 

though it would be fairly impressive on his end if they were able to do grand jetés by the end of class 

“i’m so happy we get to play with toddlers all day!” lisa squeals, plopping herself down next to you as you continue your morning stretches in front of the mirror, “aren’t you excited??” 

“i think it’ll be fun!” you smile, nodding in agreement before shrugging, “i’m a little nervous because i literally have never interacted with a child other than my little cousins, and they’re like eight to nine years old now, so i’m out of practice…” 

“it’s okay, y/n,” you feel a harsh pat on your shoulder and you look up to see seulgi smiling sweetly at you, “not all of us can be good at everything. you keep the class humble.”  

“very funny, seulgi.” you grumble, rolling your eyes before turning to look back at lisa, “i’m just glad we kinda get a day off because we have to help mr. park teach the toddlers. i don’t know about you but i am not in the mood to do any pirouettes this morning.” you huff, adjusting your leg warmers before checking out your reflection in the mirror to make sure you look okay

you also feel a little groggy because you didn’t get much sleep last night 

you spent the night at jimin’s and then he drove you back to your place early (because lisa texted and said she’d come over in the morning to have breakfast with you before the two of you zipped over to the studio so you had to go home otherwise she’d be wondering where the hell else you’d be) 

“do you think i should’ve worn the sheep-patterned leg warmers instead? i feel like toddlers would be more receptive to sheeps-“ for some reason you feel like you’re trying to impress the toddlers even though they probably don’t even know what leg warmers are and even if they did they couldn’t care less about them

you were going to wear your sweatpants but you got a new pair of leg warmers and you wanted to show them off (they’re baby pink with little black bows on the back of them), so you decided to pair them with your black leotard, a matching black wrap cardigan, and your stockings of course

“ah, i just love kids,” lisa sighs, getting up from the ground as you get up as well before looping her arm with yours, “and i don’t know about you, but seeing mr. park interact with kids is also something that i’m very much looking forward to.” 

you feel a wide grin growing on your face at the reminder that yes, you’re finally going to see jimin interacting with cute little kids and you remind yourself to keep it cool

you and jimin only started dating a few weeks ago and you don’t want to scare him off by getting all baby crazy

you don’t even know if jimin wants kids 

…

does he want kids?

and if he does, would he want to have them with you? because you certainly wouldn’t mind carrying his beautiful children and-

“oh my god, they’re so cute!” 

the room erupts into high pitched coos and squeals when the toddlers, well, toddle into the room, all of them dressed in matching baby pink cardigans and leotards and chiffon skirts with stockings on their little legs and neat little slicked back buns on their little heads and it doesn’t take long for you to fall in love with all of them because oh my god they’re so cute and you just want to eat their chubby little cheekies and gobble them up and rRRaAWOOF- 

“ladies, here are our little guests for the day,” jimin laughs lightly, shutting the door behind him quietly as he gently nudges the little ones towards the group like a herd of little baby sheep, “there are twenty-four of them and twelve of you, so if you could each take two for the day, that would be wonderful- oh!” jimin pauses when he accidentally bumps into one of the girls and he reaches down to pat her head, “sorry honey, mr. park is a little clumsy today and you’re just so small-“ 

“oh god, i can’t take it-“ lisa groans quietly, holding a hand over her mouth as she muffles a squeal and starts to bounce on the balls of her feet excitedly, “i can’t take it i can’t take it i can’t take it that is so stinking cute-“ 

“what are we supposed to do, do we just grab two random ones and go?” seulgi asks with a frown and you can’t help but snort because that is such a seulgi thing to ask 

“don’t grab two of them and go, this isn’t a drive through-“ you chuckle, watching as the other girls disperse into the crowd of teeny ballereenies to collect their two for the day, “you just have to go and see which ones vibe with you, i think. which might be hard for you.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” 

“well, all children know that they need to stay away from the wicked witch of the west- OW-“ you yelp when seulgi delivers a hard punch to your arm before taking off 

it’s only in that moment you notice one of the little girls in the back, wide-eyed and holding onto both her slippers, looking as lost as ever 

she stumbles forward as the other girls start shuffling forwards slightly, all the toddlers clearly a little intimidated by all of you 

you make your way over to her and she immediately looks up at you, her lips parting slightly 

“hi! do you need some help with your slippers?” you crouch down so that you’re eye-level with her and she nods shyly before averting her gaze, “okay, i can help you. i’m y/n. what’s your name?” you stand back up before holding your hand out for her and she wraps her hand around two of your fingers, trailing behind you as you lead her to a free corner in the room 

“mia.” 

“mia’s a very pretty name,” you smile, looking down at her (from your angle, you can see her little cheeks protruding out slightly and it’s just so cute) 

“i dropt my swipper.” mia suddenly stops in her tracks and you stop as well, letting her bend down to pick up her slipper only for the other one to fall onto the ground, “oops, i dropt my swipper again.” 

you and lisa make eye contact from across the room and she pushes her bottom lip out in a pout before scrunching her face and putting a hand over her chest and you make the same expression in return to tell her that oh my god, i know, right?!

“alright, miss mia, do you wanna sit down for me?” you hum, sitting down cross-legged before patting your lap, “it’ll be easier for me to put your slippers on if you’re sitting.” 

mia nods before plopping herself down on your lap and you nearly let out a coo when you notice how teeny weeny her slippers are

they’re just so cute! and they’re basically the size of your hand!!!!!! 

“how old are you, mia?” you ask, taking her slippers from her before lifting one of her chubby little legs up so you can put a slipper on 

“thwee.” she holds four fingers up and you giggle, reaching over to put one of them down for her, “i’m thwee.” she kicks her legs slightly, sticking the one with the slipper up into the air before wiggling her toes 

»»————- 🧸 ————-««

jimin smiles to himself as he looks around the room, feeling weirdly proud at how well all of you are looking after the little ones even though his teaching has nothing to do with how good you guys are with kids 

he started the class off with a few warm-up exercises and was very impressed at how well the little girls followed his lead (to be honest he’s already picked out the ones that would survive in his class when they’re older, and it’s definitely not the one that started twirling around in ditzy, uncoordinated circles when he asked everyone to get into third position), and it’s only been about twenty minutes but according to the schedule given to him, they take ten minute breaks every twenty minutes which seems a little too lax for his liking, but then again — he’s not a teacher for toddlers, so who is he to say what’s right and what’s wrong? 

and he has to admit that it was hard to not watch you the entire time you were guiding your girls and showing them how to do everything properly (“demi-plie, mia! keep your back straight just like me…”) 

at first he was going to tell you off because you were kneeled on the ground while he was teaching up front but then he realized you were only doing it so you could help the little ones with positioning their feet, and not to mention, you weren’t just helping your own two ballereenies, you were helping whichever ones were around you which was just… so nice to see 

and perhaps the others will suspect him of favouritism because he’s pretty sure lisa caught him staring fondly at you at one point but it’s not like anyone would ever confront him about it so he’s really not too worried 

“and at home, i- i do- um, i do, um, dance evewywhere and my favouwite- favouwite song is wet it go from fwozen because anna and elsa-“

“speaking of let it go- emma, you better let go of my bun before you yank my hair off my head!”

jimin’s ears perk up in interest when he hears your voice among the many voices and squeals and giggles in the room and he turns around, eyes scanning the room until he finally lands on you to see you surrounded by six of the baby ballerinas

you’ve got one of them sitting on your lap with her hand buried in a pack of animal crackers (none of them brought snacks with them so he’s assuming those came from you), one of them with their arms slung over you from behind and her cheek pressed to your shoulder, three of them sitting cross-legged around you, and the last one prancing around you chatting away excitedly 

you wrap your arm securely around the one sitting on your lap, reaching down to smooth some of her hair back before leaning over a little to look at her and ask if she’s alright, and she nods in response before holding a cracker up for you to take 

jimin feels his heart skip a beat at the adorable sight because he was certainly not aware of how good you are with children

he can’t help but chuckle when he notices you showing off your leg warmers off 

so cute

so, so cute

his eyes widen when you look up and immediately lock gazes with him only for you to wave at him shyly before returning your attention to the girls after jimin returns a smile and a wave of his own 

you and y/n would make a really cute baby, the intrusive voice in his head tells him as his arm drops back to his side, and jimin finds his cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of a teeny little y/n trailing behind him like a little duckling 

he could dress her up in her ballet clothes and put bows in her hair and train her to become the best ballerina the world has ever seen and she’d have your hair and eyes and his nose and mouth and she’d be so sweet and kind like you but strong and tenacious like him 

and not to sound like a hormonal boy or anything but the process of baby-making seems like it’d be very fun 

…

…

…

“mr. park, y/n’s stealing all the kids!” jimin looks over when he hears seulgi whining and he resists the urge to snort at how huffy she’s being, “i took two of them like you told us to but all of them are like, gravitating towards y/n for some reason-“

“well, i guess there’s just something about y/n that they like, seulgi.” jimin responds with a shrug, keeping his eyes glued on you with a fond smile twitching at the corner of his mouth 

🎙️ ask y/n where she gets her leg warmers (talk to my characters!) 

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (full fics!) 

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits!) 

[roquog]

Risetober Day 1: Stars

Singing chimeras who call people dumb and are close with a purple robot.

Donateto:

[ID: A digital drawing of Donatello dressed up as Kasane Teto singing on a stage. The costume consists of a pink wig in a twin drill style along with a grey sleeveless collared top, grey pleated skirt, and grey arm warmers all of which have matching pink accents. Donnie has an open smile and is holding a microphone up to his mouth with one hand. In his other hand he holds up the wire to the mic. The angle of the drawing makes it so that the stage he's on is not visible. However, the visual display projecting a light blue star tunnel pattern can be seen behind him. A portion of the sky can be seen as well. It is nighttime and a faint blue glow emanates from the horizon. Some stars can be seen. The blue glow of the horizon and the moon are reflected in his eyes. The drawing is only flat colored. End ID]

I realized a bit late that the prompt was plural so here's Leo dressed as Miku as well.

[ID: A rushed colored doodle of Leonardo in a Hatsune Miku costume. The wig, which is cyan and in a long twin-tail style, is slipping out of place. The cyan tie is not tied. He is leaning back and is holding a microphone up to his mouth with both hands. He seems to be yelling with his eyes shut tightly. In the background, in a large sized font, text reads "SEKAAAAAAAI" and then gets cut off. End ID]

[rocksibblingsau]

What do you think Branch would look like if he was adopted by funk or techno?

Funk Branch I could see him with bellbottoms and a patterns top but keeping his vest over it, maybe even adding the silvery fringe that Prince D and Essence have to match them more. Maybe a hat similar to coopers and then funky glasses!

Techno I could see him wearing arm warmers that give the illusion of arm stripes and perhaps leg warms that functioned as flippers to aid his swimming! I think he'd probably go heavy on the glowing accessories since I personally think he can't see as well as the Techno Trolls can in the darker water.

[caramelstarlight]

CaramelCutie - AUs

Hello! If you saw this then you’ve probably following me, I got recommended to you, or a certain tag!

This is me if I was a Smiling Critter!

Feel free to keep reading or just scroll on by!

INFO: (Things that are ALWAYS in the AU, no matter what.)

•Animal : Canis Lupus / Wolf

•Pendant: Sparkles / Star ✨

•Straight

•She/Her

•Extroverted,Clingy,Artistic, clueless, acts before thinks, gullible, funny, and a mix of most of the critters. (Extroverted like Hoppy, likes the crescent moon like CatNap, passion for art like Crafty, passion for romance or love like Bobby, Smart in some ways like Bubba, likes stars like Kickin and my favorite critter is DogDay!)

•Has made at least one plushy or mini smiling critter of every canonical critter.

•Hangs out with CraftyCorn the most (Best Friends) and DogDay (when not gushing over him.)

Appearance: Crescent moon earring (left ear.), star bracelet on right, white leg warmers with a star pattern on both legs.

•Physical appearance of Ears, Tail and Eyes. (Tail will always have the star and thing at the end, ears will look the same and always has noticeable eyelashes. You don’t need to draw it though!)

•Pink and soft fluffy fur, white paws and stomach, tip of tail is also white and the star on it as well, Doe Eyed.

•Probably gonna try remake it.

•Shortie.

Personality:

“A kind, caring and forgetful person among the critters, always expressing her interest in many topics and cheering up whoever she can! Easy to tease and flustered, but always bounces back up to her feet and keeps everyone smiling and laughing. Often clueless and a bit too kind and gullible while being a people pleaser.”

•HUGEEEE and VERY obvious crush on DogDay, (doesn’t try hiding it at all.) usually getting all flustered and shy around him or blushing when he’s around.

Scent:

•Strawberry / Caramel.

SPACE RIDERS AU - @onyxonline

(I’m so sorry there’s a billion Headcannons. Scroll to the end for a summary.) COLORED VERSION:

•Has a huge and obvious Crush on DogDay (and dreams of him lmao, even made a little plushie of him. (The mini critters / ruined critters, that but with his outfit.) and mimicked / matched a few things with him and the rest. If you put her in as background character, feel free to have that mini DogDay being carried around in my arms! I would love to see me carrying a tiny DogDay or just watching him from afar for some reason-?)

•Can also make mini plushies of other Critters that aren’t canonical and are part of the Space Riders Crew.

•Works as a BackUp for DogDays crew / the Smiling Critters if any of them are too injured to go out, or unhealthy in general.

•When not being a backup, usually helps around within the SpaceCraft by doing maintenance, cleaning, cooking, programming, nursing, gardening, experimenting, and mainly Quality of Life. (I guess you can say I’m HouseWife material-?)

•Occasionally visits each critter (if allowed by the person) to check up on them and sometimes brings gifts or things they wanted (if I remembered.)

•Has keys to Everyone’s Bedroom / Room within the Space Craft. (Skirt pockets, only has keys if allowed to enter that persons room by them.)

•Also takes over others jobs if needed and has the time too. (Feel free to add her doing various tasks around as well! Maybe me holding the Mini DogDay plushie I made of the Space Riders AU while I work. Just giving ideas!)

•Often asks Crafty (her bestie) on how to stop thinking about DogDay when I get the chance too.

•Has keys to almost all the rooms for Maintenance or any other job I do.

•The lines that are on her outfit are Pink, sometimes teased for being a bit shorter then most of the Space Riders. (I feel like most of their heights is around 5,4ft - 6ft. My height for it is 5’0. Noticeable height difference.) White Jacket/Outfit,Boots,Skirt and Leg Warmers. (Leg warmers are a bit less bright of a white to distinguish between Leg Warmers and Skirt.) The belt is black.

•Uses crescent earring as a way to communicate (like an agent.) if needed.

•Often seen all around the space station, doing various tasks or multitasking, when relaxing or on break, just cuddling the Mini DogDay plushie I have. (Actually asked him to model for it, 😭🩵)

•Has a fear of the Dark and Abandonment, with severe Inner Child wounds and can break easily. In this AU it’s strengthen since people have to go in and out, as well as the dark being inescapable because it’s space.

•Contacts the leader of each crew to see if they need help on their mission, if they say yes, immediately goes out and heads on over to help for free.

•Has the power of Stars, such as moonlight, sunlight or stars in general. (Lighting up places, summoning the moon with stars for a bit, sending stars at enemies, idk if that makes sense lmao.)

SUMMARY: Big crush on DogDay with a mini plushie on him, does majority of the jobs here (Maintenance,Cleaning,Gardening, Cooking, experimenting, programming, and nursing.(Housewife material.), helps others and checks in on them, keys to almost all the places in the spacecraft, helps with missions, powers of stars in general.

HighSchool AU by NoirzVault on Twitter / X.

•5ft in height, participates in Art Club with CraftyCorn as the leader. •Also carrying a mini DogDay plush everywhere (Big simp for DogDay here.) in the school.

•Signed up for Student Council as well for Vice President or Treasurer.

•I can’t reveal much since I’m making a map for the people at PlayTime High on YT!

[daisynik7]

This is a long one, sorry babe, the socks and feet fetish just gave me such a funny idea for a gag gift for Nanami. Here where I live we have these things called "nakurnjak", it would translate to willy warmer (men wear it in winter to keep their willy's warm) 😭😭😭😭 and the idea of reader buying, even better knitting or crocheting it them self for Nanami is so funny in my head (she could make several to match with his ties!). I did bit of research and to my surprise this fits Nanami's Danish roots BECAUSE they had a tradition where a girl would present her boyfriend with a willy warmer to see how seriously he took their relationship. If the gift was rejected, this was seen as evidence that he was not yet ready for marriage. Reader may or may not be hinting something @ Kento. (References: wiki and reddit)

Pairing: boyfriend!Nanami x f!reader

cw: established relationship, language, suggestive dialogue, fluff

Author’s Notes: Hi anon! Thank you for the request, this was a fun one! I hope you like it and get a good laugh out of it like I did. 😊

With the weather getting colder lately, you decide to put your knitting skills to use. It starts with easy projects, like scarves and bonnets. One day, you go online, searching for different ideas on what to make. Several minutes of browsing, you finally find your next creation: a willy warmer. It’s the last item listed on this website, more of a throwaway as a joke. But you’re absolutely serious about making it. Just thinking about it has you giggling. Upon further research, you discover that in certain traditions, a willy warmer is gifted to a boyfriend to see if they are ready for marriage. This motivates you even further to take on this ambitious project in hopes that Nanami, your boyfriend of several years now, will finally take a hint. 

It takes a while to knit it, but eventually, your hard work pays off and the results are outstanding. You manage to recreate his signature spotted tie pattern exactly, so now he’s matching, assuming he accepts this ridiculous gift. 

After dinner, the two of you digest your meal on the couch while watching a show you’re following. At the end of the episode, you pause it, reaching into the drawer beside you to retrieve your creation. He eyes you nervously. “What’s going on?”

You grin, holding it out to him. “Surprise!”

He gives you a confused look, waiting for you to explain. When you continue to stare at him, beaming, he asks, “What is this?”

“Babe, you’re Danish, you should know what this is!” You pinch at the tip and the balls, stretching it as if that makes it any clearer. 

His brows are furrowed in uncertainty. “It looks like a penis.”

Laughing, you say, “That’s because it’s for your penis. It’s a willy warmer. I knitted it myself. And it matches your tie!”

He chuckles, his expression relaxing. “What on earth am I going to use this for?”

“It’s pretty self-explanatory, honey. You use it to warm your willy.”

“I don’t need to warm my willy.”

You frown at him. “So you don’t want it?”

“I appreciate the gesture, sweetheart, but I don’t think I’m going to use it.”

Crossing your arms, you toss the willy warmer back into the drawer, slamming it shut with a bit of aggression. “Fine. If you don’t want it, I’m sure somebody else will.” You stand up, stomping towards your bedroom, kicking it closed.

~~~

Nanami fucked up. 

He knew it as soon as the smile dropped from her face. It would have been so easy to accept the silly gift like a good boyfriend should, but, of course, he had to mess it up in a royal fashion. 

Immediately, he follows her to the bedroom, finding that it’s locked. With a small knock, he says, “Honey, I’m sorry. I’ll use it, okay? If it makes you happy.” He leans against the frame, pressing his ear to the surface to hear any response. When none comes, he sighs, returning to the couch. 

He remembers what she mentioned earlier, about him being Danish, and he wonders what that has to do with it. Phone in hand, he goes to a private browser to do a quick search. After a few minutes, he finds out that hereally fucked up. The tradition says that a man must accept the willy warmer as a gift whenever it is presented to him to indicate that he is ready for marriage. 

He buries his face in his hands, groaning at his mistake. Of course he’s ready for marriage. He’s been in love with her for years. And while they’ve discussed it in detail, imagining with fondness about their future together, he’s never actually given her a straight answer about when it will happen. She’s always been patient, never one to pressure him about timelines or threaten him with ultimatums. This is the closest she’s gotten to it, in the form of some crude penile covering. He chuckles to himself at the absurd situation they find themselves in. Still, he has to find a way to make it up to her, and fast. 

~~~

You’re actually upset Nanami didn’t accept your gift. Not only did he reject what you spent hours working on, he essentially told you he wasn’t ready for marriage. And sure, maybe he doesn’t know that hidden meaning behind it, but still! You’re annoyed with him.

There’s another gentle knock on the door. This time, you don’t ignore it, swinging it open to give him a piece of your mind. However, the sight you find instead has you speechless. 

Nanami is completely naked from head to toe, except for the willy warmer wrapped snugly around his cock. He smirks at you, holding his arms out, presenting himself. Before you can respond, he says, “I’m sorry, sweetie. I accept this gift with all my heart. And, I guess, my penis.”

You burst into laughter, stepping towards him to slide your arms around his waist, face nuzzling his chest. “So, does this mean you want to marry me then?”

He squeezes you in a loving embrace. “You know I do. I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. And I can’t wait to officially call you my wife.”

You grin, peering up at him to give him a kiss. “So,” you tease, palming his cock through the yarned fabric, “Shall we test how warm your willy is?”