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poesia-storica · 2 years ago
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Just because Alex and Aimé need more attention and I was bored..
Some love after (during) a rough time in jungle :)
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Because I'm kind: gift for @legerescriptor :)
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heartschampion · 2 months ago
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d1 clinger — chris sturniolo
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PAIRING. chris sturniolo x reader
SUMMARY. your boyfriend is the clingest mf to ever exist.
CONTENT. fluff, um idk that's like it, kind of crack i guess, no beta, not proofread.
WORD COUNT. 675
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even when you have to use the bathroom at night, chris won't let go of you at all. it's either you take him with you to the bathroom, or you just don't go at all. if you even try to escape from his grasp, he'll whine and pout until the end of time.
"chris, i'm sorry, but i really had to go." you sigh, trying to reason with your clingy boyfriend for the hundredth time that night. he simply pouts and beckons for you to go back to petting his hair. you roll your eyes, but do as he asks nonetheless. the two of you stay like that for who knows how long before chris finally decides that you're worthy of hearing his voice again. "take me with you next time, 'kay?" you snort, shaking your head fondly at your boyfriends antics. of course he of all people would want that. he really couldn't stand a moment apart. "fine."
walking together means holding hands through thick or thin, hot or cold. it could be the world's hottest, most sweltering of heat, and chris would still insist on holding your hand. he would rather deal with you complaining the whole way through than let go.
it was over a hundred degrees in la that day and all you wanted was to get away from the heat, but chris had another idea in mind. really, you should question why you were dating a man who insists on buying the newest addition to the lego botanical collection. to make matters worse, he would rather die than admit that holding hands was disgusting when all of your sweat pooled up in them. your hands were basically a pond of sweat. "you don't wanna hold hands with me?" chris questions, the look on his face just telling that he was offended by the mere idea of it. "no," you say with an exasperated tone. sweat. pond. hand. gross. you raise your hands up and held it up to his face, showing him what was wrong with the whole idea. "i just don't want sweat dripping down my hand." he looks at your intertwined hands for a moment, staring just as a drop of sweat rolls down onto the concrete ground. it leave a wet mark that will most likely be gone in the next minute with how hot it was. "there's nothing wrong with that." "ugh, chris!"
met a fan in the wild? he will find a way to keep his hands on you. do not doubt this man. if chris were to be a saying, he would be the embodiment of 'if there is a will, there is a way.'
you watch as the fan hugs the triplets one by one. first nick, then matt, and finally they arrive at chris. they stand there awkwardly, unsure of how to approach the situation with chris unwilling to let go of you. noticing their hesitance, the boy smiles and holds out his own arms, never actually letting go of your hand and wraps them around the fan warmly. on the flip side, you walk around the two of them, being guided by chris. you deadpan at chris, questioning if that really just happened. in response, he just smirks and gives you a cheeky wink. as the two of them seperate, chris guides you back to your spot beside him and squeezes your hand reassuringly. what would you ever do without your little big clinger? probably have some personal space, but who needs that these days anyways?
no matter what, you can could on your boyfriend to always be there by your side. he'll be there when you're sick, insisting that he doesn't care if he catches the same sickness that has you bedridden. he'll be there the day you get married, albeit he has to be there. he'll even be there as you have raging bloody diarrhea and get matt to drive you to the er.
chris sturniolo is a d1 clinger, but he's your d1 clinger.
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roosterforme · 1 year ago
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The Younger Kind Part 42 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: The retirement party for Admiral Bates is well underway when you and Bradley run into Beau Simpson. He's just one reminder that some things will never change for the two of you. While you're really enjoying the evening out with your boyfriend, it's starting to feel like nobody else wants you to.
Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, and age gap (18+)
Length: 4800 words
Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader
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On the way up to the San Diego Botanic Gardens, Bradley held your hand and sang while he drove. Nat was in the backseat humming along with him, and you were simply looking out the window at the ocean and the rocky cliffs along the wilder more rustic beaches north of the city. The sun was setting, and the orange and purple streaks along the horizon cast everything in a dreamy light. 
Then you thought about Noah and wondered if you left enough ants on logs for him and Amelia to eat for a bedtime snack. You weren't sure if you got his favorite pajamas out of the dryer before you started getting dressed for the night. "Should I text Amelia and check on Noah?"
Bradley chuckled and glanced at you as he drove. "We just left, Baby. I told her to call me if she needed anything, so I'm sure they're fine."
You tugged gently on his hand. "You texted me all the time when I was Noah's babysitter. Even when you were out on app dates."
Bradley squeezed your thigh through all of the layers of your skirt as he quickly glanced at Nat in his rearview mirror. "I wasn't texting you to check on Noah, because I knew he was perfectly fine in your care. I was texting you because I couldn't focus on whichever woman was right in front of me when I knew you were waiting at home." You smiled as warmth washed through your body. "I was a complete fucking mess on every single one of those dates. Running back home to see if you were sitting on the couch or at the kitchen table. Curious about which color Skittle was touching your lips and tongue. That's why I texted. And that's why you're not my babysitter anymore."
If Natasha could hear your conversation, she was thankfully pretending she couldn't. You brought Bradley's rough hand up to your lips and kissed him. "I'm a complete fucking mess for Noah's daddy." Bradley grabbed your chin and ran his thumb along your bottom lip, and you were shamefully a little turned on while someone else was in the car with you. 
After that he dropped his hand back to your thigh, but you could see the flushed shade of pink on his cheeks and knew he was feeling as warm as you were. "I want you to have fun tonight, Princess. I love the way you always think about Noah, but I'm not going to worry about anything at home unless Amelia contacts us, okay?"
You let your head tip back against the seat as you said, "Okay. You're right."
Bradley pulled off of the main road into the parking lot of the beautifully lit up glass greenhouse structure of the gardens as he said, "I'll get a little champagne in your belly, and then you'll be focused on me." He was smiling as he found a parking spot, and you leaned over to kiss his cheek.
"Well, this has been lovely, but I'll meet you both inside," Nat announced as she hopped out as soon as the Bronco came to a stop. You watched her yank her black dress up in her hand and walk as quickly as she could across the parking lot in her massively high heels while you laughed. 
"She thinks we're gross," you whispered as you crawled onto his lap. You kissed his mustache as you reached for his hat and put it on him. His eyes were soft as he examined your face, stroking his thumb along your cheek. You kissed him again, trying to remember that he was wearing all white while you were wearing dark lipstick. But now it was smudged on his lips and you whimpered softly. 
"We are gross," he confirmed, wrapping his arms around you and holding you on his lap. "Now... who are you going to stay with all evening?"
You smirked. "My Daddy."
"Perfect," he replied, stroking the bare skin along your lower back, making you shiver. "Let's go find Mav and Penny and get some champagne."
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Bradley would never get over the fact that you were such a headturner, but with you in your formal dress, things were even worse than the night he took you to the Hard Deck in your worn out jeans. He should have bought you an actual crown to go with your outfit, because it would have matched perfectly with your flawless face and your poised demeanor. It would have made you stand out even more. 
The difference tonight was the number of spouses and significant others who were present, and many of them were Bradley's age. As you and he walked inside the sprawling greenhouse enclosure which was filled with orchids, topiaries and rare plants, Bradley felt like he was cast in a spotlight. He kept his arm wrapped around your waist as you chatted away about wanting to see the rare flowers that were supposedly blooming tonight. 
"We can check them out," he assured you, fully aware that you were completely oblivious to the women glaring at you and the men smirking at Bradley. "We just need to find the man of the hour and get you a glass of champagne first."
But the crowd of people moving deeper into the greenhouse slowed, so Bradley pulled you closer to him. You went willingly and stood with your chest pressed to his as you looked up at him and smiled. His hands fell to the swell of your hips as you touched all of his pins again. In your high heels, your lips met his neck more easily, and you whispered, "I think I'm the youngest person here," with a little laugh. 
"You have no idea, do you?" he asked, taking a few steps forward with the crowd as he guided you along the stone pathway. When you looked up at him, clearly puzzled, he added, "You don't know how people look at you." He brought his fingers up to the smooth strip of skin above your skirt and watched you turn your head and look around the indoor garden as someone started playing the grand piano set off in the corner. Your cheek rested briefly against his white jacket before you looked up at him again. 
"People are looking at me," you whispered, poking his hat so it was crooked on his head. 
"Mmhmm."
"It's just because I'm younger, and I'm here with a very old man," you said with an innocent expression. 
Bradley squeezed your ass and stroked your lips with his thumb as he said, "Blaming it on the age gap is only going to get you so far, Princess. You're beautiful, and people notice."
You grinned up at him and muttered, "You're such a daddy," just as someone in a tuxedo holding a platter of champagne flutes came past. "You're hot, too. That's why there are women looking at us." 
Bradley snatched two flutes as he realized that you and he were actually in the line to shake hands with Admiral Bates. He wanted to argue and say that he wasn't the reason anyone took notice, but he could see Warlock and his wife now.
"Okay, Baby," he whispered, handing you a glass. "Make me look good in front of my bosses." And then he noticed that Cyclone and Maverick were there, too. And now Cyclone was looking at you like you were the midnight snack he tried to take home with him from the Hard Deck. 
"Oh, it's that guy again," you whispered as you turned to face the front of the line. "The one who bought me drinks at your Navy bar."
"Admiral Simpson." Bradley had to fight the urge to grab at your body and taste your tongue, even though the only thing he wanted to do was make it clear to Admiral Simpson and everyone else that you were with him and him alone. His cock twitched in his dress whites just thinking about parading you around this retirement party with your hair wrecked and your skirt crooked and a fucked out little smile on your face. 
He grunted as he laced his fingers with yours, and Cyclone met his eyes. He had to fight to keep his expression neutral as the other man's gaze traveled to your face and dipped down your body, and when he met Bradley's brown eyes again, he smirked. So Bradley smirked, too. 
Then you and he were right there in front of the lineup of Maverick, Cyclone, Warlock and his wife. He let go of your hand to salute the others, and then Warlock's wife started to make an absolute fuss over him. But not before he heard what Cyclone said to you.
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You were young, but you weren't stupid, and you didn't appreciate the way most men besides Bradley looked at you. He never stared at your chest instead of your face when talking to you, and he never made you feel uncomfortable. You chalked it up to him being older and more mature than guys your own age. So it was almost laughable when Admiral Simpson, who was at least fifteen years older than your boyfriend, greeted you by saying, "I remember you. From the Hard Deck. You'd be impossible to forget."
As if he'd done anything besides piss you off when he touched your cheek. As if you hadn't pushed his hand away and strolled off with the drinks he insisted upon paying for. You wanted to make a snide remark, you really did. When he shook your hand and asked to be reminded about your name, you wanted to tell him to fuck off. But you knew that Bradley reported to both him and Maverick at work, so you decided to play nice. 
You glanced up at Bradley who was sort of glaring at Admiral Simpson even though he was talking to Admiral Bates. You told Simpson your name, and then he gave your hand a little squeeze. "Please, call me Beau."
"Sure," you said cooly, carefully extracting your hand from his. "Beau."
"So, I heard that you're actually Bradshaw's babysitter."
The words made your skin prickle coming from him. "I'm working full time as a nurse now."
He smirked. "Are you still looking for a babysitting job after hours?"
You raised one eyebrow and sipped your champagne before you asked, "Do you have kids?"
"No, none," he replied easily, his steely gray eyes locked on your face. "But I'm sure I could still find something for you to do with your set of skills."
You were torn between throwing your champagne at him and loudly asking him to explain what he meant by that. But you didn't want to waste the drink when there was a delicious looking raspberry waiting for you at the bottom, and you were certain you already knew what he was getting at. So you simply said, "I'm kept very busy all day as a pediatric nurse and all night as Lieutenant Bradshaw's girlfriend. I just don't see how I could fit you in."
You turned away from his smirking lips when Admiral Bates' wife absolutely lit up and asked, "You're a pediatric nurse? That was my career for almost thirty years!" You were blessedly saved from having to talk to Beau any longer as Admiral and Mrs. Bates kindly asked you about your job and didn't treat you like a child. She even said, "I'll absolutely look for you again later tonight. I had no idea Lieutenant Bradshaw was dating a pediatric nurse!"
After you bid them farewell, you realized Bradley and Beau were standing very close together, and your boyfriend did not look happy. The last thing you wanted was to be the reason he didn't enjoy himself tonight. You downed the remainder of your champagne and bit into the perfectly ripe berry before you reached for his hand.
"Come on, Daddy," you said loud enough for Beau to hear as well. "I feel like dancing." With one firm tug, you got him moving away from the other man. "It sounds like there's a DJ in another part of the arboretum," you mused as he came along.
"I heard what he said to you." You looked up to see Bradley's expression was annoyed. "It's always going to be like this. You know that, right?"
You reached for two more champagne glasses as they came parading past you. "Save your berry for me," you instructed Bradly when you handed one to him. "It's my favorite part."
"Did you hear what I said?" he asked, stopping you when you tried to head off toward the louder music. 
"Yes, I heard you, Bradley. But you're the one who keeps telling me to ignore it. You tell me it doesn't matter, and that you love me and that I shouldn't let it bother me. So what would you have me do? Ask you to yell at Maverick's boss for being weird?"
He sighed and said, "It's never going to stop. Because you're young and hot."
Now you were getting a little annoyed. "Well, can you live with it or not? And this is a two way street here, because I've had to deal with my fair share of Caseys and Helens. You're hot. You have a sweet little boy and a dog. You have your shit together. You're a man in your thirties, who could have any woman he wants, and it shows. But you told me you want me. And I want you. So Beau Simpson can just stand over there next to the seven foot tall brassavola nodosa orchid and look like an ass for all I really care."
Bradley was gaping at you as you put your hands on your hips and added, "Don't forget to save me your raspberry. Now I said I wanted to dance. Are you coming or should I go find Nat?"
"I'm coming," he whispered. 
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Bradley wasn't sure how many glasses of champagne you'd had, but an hour later, you were still dancing with him inside the humid fountain room surrounded by rare ferns and imported shrubs while you giggled. The music was starting to pick up as the night wore on, and after you and he had danced to a handful of slower, romantic songs, a few with faster tempos played in a row. 
He kissed your temple and whispered, "Let's take a break."
You scoffed and tightened your arms around him, your breasts pressed to his jacked inside your beaded top. "You're so old," you said, but it came out as more of a whine. "And sexy. And I want to keep dancing with you."
It was that easy for you to keep him on the dancefloor near Maverick and Penny. Even Nat was dancing nearby with Coyote, and Bradley was pretty sure he knew what that meant. "I'll bet you Nat goes home with Javy," he whispered next to your ear. 
You gasped and turned to look at them over your shoulder. "Oh, I hope she does. He's so hot."
"Hey," he grumbled, tucking his fingers inside the waistband of your skirt and drawing your attention back to him. 
"I mean... ewww, he's way too young! He's like thirty! I hate that."
"That's better." He leaned down to kiss you, and it was just starting to get a little dirty when Maverick cleared his throat. 
"Just thought maybe I could cut in for a bit," he said with a smile at you.
"Sure!" you replied, and Bradley left you with his godfather after giving you a soft peck on the cheek. Then he went off in search of Penny at the bar where she was drinking a martini in her pretty blue dress. 
"Oh, there you are," she said, flagging down the bartender again for him. "You want a martini?"
"Sure," Bradley replied. He was keeping track of how much he had so he could drive him later. Now he was also going to have to check in with Javy and see how much he'd consumed. "Amelia would text me if there was an issue, right?" he asked Penny. 
"I'm sure she would. She probably has Noah in bed by now and is reading one of those horror novels she likes. Either that, or she's playing with the dog."
Bradley nodded and glanced to make sure you were still with Mav. "He really wanted to dance with your future wife," Penny said when Bradley's martini got dropped off. 
He groaned. "Mav told you I'm looking at rings? Because I specifically asked him not to."
Penny laughed. "He's terrible at keeping secrets. You should have known better."
"I'll know better for next time," Bradley told her playfully. "And I don't care if she dances with him for the rest of the night, I just need to keep most of these other assholes away from her."
Penny laughed with the rim of her martini glass pressed to her lips. After she took a sip, she said, "I'm not surprised you feel that way. She's sweet and she's young. And while I miss having her living on my street, I'm sure you must be happy she's living with you now. The trip to the lake house was really special, and it's easy to see how much Noah loves her."
Bradley smiled. "She fell in love with Noah before she fell in love with me."
"Anyone would, Bradley."
He and Penny were sipping their martinis when Maverick joined them, and Bradley turned so fast to see where you'd gone. "Seriously, Mav? You left her with Hangman?"
Maverick glanced back as well to watch Jake's hands all over that soft skin above the top of your skirt. Bradley's jaw clenched; nobody else should have access to you there. Even Mav had kept his hands respectfully on the back of your beaded top. And Jake looked handsome tonight. Bradley knew dress whites made any officer at least ten percent more attractive; it was something Nat told him years ago when he got asked out ten times at his promotion banquet.
"She'll be fine," he replied with a shrug, ordering himself a beer. "What's the worst that could happen?"
You asked him barely an hour ago if he could live with this or not. He had assured you he could. But this was Jake. He'd actually managed to kiss you in the middle of Bradley's kitchen. Jake knew what your lipgloss tasted like. "Fuck," Bradley grunted when Jake met his gaze. Because now he was smiling like the cat who got the cream while he let his hands drift a little further south toward your ass. 
You were talking to him, about what, Bradley had no idea. Then you reached for his hands and guided them back up to your waist while Jake gave you the most distressingly fake innocent look he could muster up. When you glanced Bradley's way, you rolled your eyes before turning back to Jake, but when that song ended, you came over to the bar. Before you even made it all the way to him, Bradley secured you a glass of champagne with a raspberry.
"Princess," he said, handing it to you. "Did you have fun with Jake?"
"Not particularly," you said blandly, but Bradley could tell you were ready to laugh. "He invited me to the charity air show next month that he's flying in. Claimed he's donating five thousand dollars to the children's hospital and asked if I'd want to go since I work with kids. He also stressed that it wouldn't be a date, and that I would get to tour the hospital with him."
Bradley chuckled. He'd thrown his name on the list of volunteers as well, and he knew for a fact the selections hadn't even been made yet. "That's wishful thinking on his part." Bradley leaned in and kissed your cheek. "Do you want to go on a tour of the children's hospital?"
"Kind of," you said with a shrug while you gulped down your champagne just to get to the raspberry which made him smile. "But not with Jake. Obviously."
He tucked his fingers under your chin so you were looking at him. "Do you want to go with me if I get to fly in the air show?"
Your face let up. "Of course! I didn't want to say anything, but the whole day sounded pretty great, actually. Can you fly in it, too?"
"I'll see what I can do," Bradley said softly, looking across the crowded room and past the fountain to where Cyclone and Warlock were chatting. As much as he didn't want to, he could ask Warlock on one of his last days at work to push his name to the top if possible. And he'd rather choke on one of the raspberries, but he could feasibly ask Cyclone. 
Bradley watched you pluck another glass of champagne from a passing tray before leaving your empty one on the bar. "Baby, how many have you had?" he asked with a laugh.
"Not as many as Natasha," you replied, nodding to where she and Javy were making out in the middle of the dancing couples. Actually, a lot of Bradley's colleagues were pretty drunk now. Even Maverick had rosy cheeks and a bit of extra swagger in his step. 
Bradley set his empty martini glass down, already knowing that was his last drink for the night. Your eyes lit up as you finished yet another glass of champagne, and Bradley recognized the remix of the song as one from the kid friendly playlist you made for Noah. You shook the raspberry into your mouth and chewed it up before you kissed him. 
"Dance with me," you demanded, and Bradley wrapped his arm around your waist and led you out to where everyone was bouncing around. The lights had been dimmed, and the fountain in the background was illuminated now. You danced wildly in his arms, and Bradley knew you were probably going to have a hangover tomorrow. When you spun around as you sang along, your ass grinding against him, Bradey leaned in close and kissed your neck.
"I love you, Baby," he said over the music as he ran his hands along any bare skin he could find. You responded by grinding a little harder against him, so he knew you heard him. He licked the shell of your ear and kissed you there as the song came to an end. 
"I love you too, Daddy," you told him, kissing him solidly on the lips. "I think I'll have one more glass of champagne."
He was not convinced that was a good idea, but he took you back to the bar anyway. And now everyone was over here including Nat and Javy who looked very cozy together. You had another champagne flute in your hand when he asked Nat, "You're not going to need a ride home from me, are you?"
She smirked and shrugged at him. "Doesn't look that way."
"How long has this been going on this time?" he asked as you tugged on his arm.
"Daddy, can I have your wallet?" you asked loudly in front of everyone accumulated at the bar. Javy gaped at Bradley while Mav and Penny tried not to laugh. Nat was ready to gag just like she was every time she heard you call him that. You were probably a little drunk, but you probably also didn't care who heard you. Bradley pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to you, and you kissed his cheek and walked away with it. 
"I feel like I should be concerned," he muttered to himself.
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You were quite tipsy now, and everything seemed like a good idea. Once you secured Bradley's wallet, you giggled as you went off to find that one guy carrying around the champagne who looked about your age. When you located him, you smiled and waved him down.
He looked like he was going to drop his entire tray as he eagerly asked, "How can I help you?"
Then you told him your name and said, "I was hoping you could do me a favor."
"Anything," he said quickly, and you couldn't help but laugh which made him smile. You probably didn't even need the wallet after all, but you took out fifty bucks and pointed across the room. "You see that guy standing over there in the dress whites?" You knew that didn't really narrow it down in this crowd, but luckily at the moment Beau Simpson was mostly surrounded by women and men in gowns and suits. 
"Yes."
"Any chance you can go to the bar, get a glass of top shelf bourbon and take it to him?"
He shrugged and said, "Sure."
Then you handed him the fifty and said, "Please make sure you tell him it's from Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw and his girlfriend." 
"Done," he replied, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of making some easy money. 
As he walked away, you smiled to yourself and strolled back to Bradley. He seemed to be arguing with Natasha about something, so you carefully tucked his wallet into his pocket. He turned to face you, and you kissed his cheek and whispered, "I'll be back after I use the ladies' room."
"Don't take too long," he told you, patting your butt before returning to his conversation with his best friend. 
You nearly tripped when you saw Admiral Beau Simpson being delivered his glass of bourbon, and it seemed to do what you had hoped it would. He was laughing as he searched the crowd, and then he took a sip of it with an appreciative look on his face before joining Admiral Bates in conversation. You were practically cackling as you made your way to the restroom with your poofy skirt billowing around you.
Tonight you really felt like a princess, and when you checked yourself in the ladies' room mirror, you were delighted to see that the makeup job Natasha did still looked really good. You clicked across the marble floor in your heels and tucked yourself in one of the stalls. Very carefully you bunched your skirt up, and just as you finished and flushed the toilet, you heard the main door open, and a few voices echoed through the room.
"She's way too young for him," said one woman, and you tried your best to keep your skirt bunched up as you peeked through the slit between the stall door and the wall. She was kind of pretty; she kind of looked like an older version of you. "Whoever she is, she looks like she's about twenty. Her purple dress is pretty though."
You froze, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.
"He's just having his midlife crises a few years early. All men have one," another woman, this one with red hair, told the first one. You were nearly certain they were talking about you and Bradley, and you had to keep bunching your skirt up so they wouldn't see it under the stall door. "But he's got a kid, doesn't he?"
"Yeah," replied a third woman with black hair, who was fixing her makeup. "He's a cute little thing. Rooster brought him to base a few times."
Your heart was pounding as you stood there and listened to someone you'd never even seen before talk about how cute Noah was. You couldn't decide if you wanted to scream or cry as she said, "He'll snap out of it soon when he realizes he can do better. I'm sure she's got nothing to offer other than being young and eager. He'll get tired of that soon enough."
The first woman laughed merrily as tears stung your eyes. You were standing in a bathroom stall holding the bunched up skirt of the formal dress Bradley bought for you while three women you didn't even know trashed you for no good reason.
Then the second woman said, "She wasn't even with him when we passed him on our way here."
"Yeah, it's probably past her curfew."
Now all three of them laughed as your lip quivered. 
You watched the first woman wiggle the top of her dress a little lower as she fixed her cleavage. "Listen, he looks hot in his dress whites. If she's not there when we go back out, I'm going to accidentally bump into him."
"No, you're not!" came one reply.
"I dare you," came the other.
You let the fabric fall from your hands as you squared your shoulders. They were talking about Bradley. They were talking about Noah. They were talking about you and your family. You were tired of being treated like you were a fucking joke. Then you unlatched the stall door and were met with three pairs of surprised eyes. 
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Who do they even think they are? And Bradley better fly in the air show, because I want Princess to get to visit the children's hospital. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
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cheapshrimpysheep · 8 months ago
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Imagine a surprise date for Leona
(Etablished relationship)
Reader asked Ruggie to help them prepare a picnic in the botanical garden wtih Leona's favourites foods. The thing is, Leona doesn't know. So to have him getting up from bed and going to the botanical garden, well, reader will have to ask him but not reveal him it's a date and it might turns out that Leona will tease them like "Why would I come, herbivore? Is there something interesting there?" And ask for a proper sentence from reader like "Go on a date with me" and only after that he'll accept (and maybe tease them a little too). For during the date do anything you want. I don’t have much ideas :')
Feel free to not write it if you don't want and/or have no ideas :)
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COMMENTS: Okay, I have to ask: what is this thing about Leona and Picnics? Did I miss something? This is the second time I've been asked for something related to Leona and picnics. 😅 I ended up writing a lot again. At first I didn't know how to do this, but after having an idea the rest ended up flowing.
I hope you and all enjoy it. 😉
CHARACTERS: Leona x Reader 🦁🦐 (Ruggie as your helper)
TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Etablished Relationship; Mutual Teasing
WORD COUNT: 1.380 Words
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Preparing Things with Ruggie
First of all, what does Ruggie gain from helping you? You know you can pay him with money or food.
Well, what if you cook a bunch of dishes with the money from the card that Leona gave you and Ruggie keeps the leftover dishes?
He accept! It became very easy to convince Ruggie to do whatever you needed after your boyfriend allowed you to use all the money you wanted from him.
You still remember when Leona gave you that card. It was one of the times you commented about not being able to do something because you didn't have enough money. The next day he appeared with that card in his hand, as if it were some discount card that had fallen out of your pocket.
“Money is never one of royalty's problems.” He said “And it shouldn't be one of their partners either.”
“Just to confirm.” Ruggie says. “I'll still receive my part even if the plan goes wrong, right?” You look at him with a disapproving face. “Hey, come on. I have to look out for my interests, you know? And some free advice: you should do the same. But, let's face it, Leona is difficult to deceive if not impossible. Especially if he already knows the person and their behavior. Do you really think you have a chance of keeping a secret like that from him even for five minutes?”
Nothing stops you from at least trying, right? Ruggie sighs and then laughs.
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Savanaclaw Dorm - Leona's Room
“And why do you want me to go with you to the botanical garden?” Leona asks, lying on his bed with his hands behind his head. “I can take my nap right here.”
You need to come up with an excuse. Luckily, you trained this with Ruggie's help. He's prideful, tease that. You tell him you need help with a potionology assignment that Crewel gave you.
He yawns. “I'll do the work for you later. Or I can find someone to do it if I don't feel like doing it. I'm sure it's something easy. He wouldn't give anything difficult to a student who doesn't even use magic. Which is another reason that you don't even need to learn it at all.”
Whenever he talks like that you feel a little insulted. And he knows that, but sometimes he either does it on purpose to tease you, or he only realizes what he did after saying it. This appears to have been the second case.
He looks at you and your slightly annoyed expression, stretches and lays one of his arms on the other half of the bed, towards you, as if calling you. “Why don't you just take a nap with me?” He says with that teasing smirk. “You're not going to tell me you don't like it.”
It's tempting and he knows it. But, you also like to tease him with your stubbornness. And you have a very special trick up your sleeve.
“Well, I really needed to get this assignment done as quickly as possible.” You say “Grim upset Crewel in the last class and I have to fix it. And if you're not going to help me, I can ask another intelligent student who will be more than willing to help me.”
“I thought you knew that making a contract with Azul was a bad idea.” He says, casually and with his eyes closed.
“Actually, I was talking about Tsunotarou.”
Leona opens his eyes abruptly and the relaxed expression he had gives way to a low growl. He never really liked the fact that you and Malleus were so close, but that nickname. The simple fact that you have a nickname for him ant that making him so happy. Leona would never admit such a thing as jealousy.
“Last chance.” You say with one hand on the door handle and a smirk on your face.Even though you know you might be in trouble later. Or maybe you are smiling for that very reason? “Are you coming with me, or do I have to invite another prince?”
He gets up! And walks up to you with that annoyed, almost angry, look on his face. He puts one of his hands on the door, preventing you from opening it even if you wanted to, the other on his waist, and his face very close to yours. (yes, Kabedon)
“For a magicless herbivore you like playing with danger, don't you?”
 “You're not going to tell me you don't like it.” you say, using his own words.
He growls softly, but with a smug smile on his face. “You know I don't do favors. What's in it for me after I help you?” You say you can cook his favorite dish for dinner. “I see...” his smile grows “You mean the one you made for our picnic?”
You couldn't hide the surprise on your face. That caught you too off guard. He pulls back a little to laugh. That extremely rare laugh that few people besides you know.
“You know, I still thought about playing along and pretending I didn't know anything. To see how you would convince me.” His smug smile changes to an annoyed expression. “But then you had to bring up that lizard.” And back to smug. “So now, if you want me to go with you, ask me properly.”
There's not much time left for you to be stubborn. So, despite being upset, you ask him if he wants to go on a date with you.
“See? Isn't it easier that way?” He brings his face closer to yours again, with a smug smile as if warning you not to do that again, while deep down your cheekiness amuses him. ���Than trying to deceive me?” He comes even closer. “And tease me?” he whispers, but with his voice, it's more like a slight amused growl.
Your lips almost touching. When he pulls away again. He opens the door behind you, making it push you against him. “I'll see how the food turned out. Then I decide what to do with you.”
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Botanical Garden
If you want him to tell you if the food is good, he will tease you with phrases like: “Well, this wouldn't hold a candle to the real chefs I'm used to.” or “For a herbivore, you know how to cook meat quite well.” or even “I ate it, didn't I? That should be enough of an answer.”
Leona will lay his head on your lap as if he knows that's something he is entitled to. Just as you, in return, have the right to pet his hair and ears. There's a good chance he'll also ask you to feed him while he's lying down like that.
When your legs get tired of serving as a pillow, he will lift his head and tell you to lie down next to him. And if you actually just lay down next to him, he'll grab your waist with one of his arms and pull you to lay your head on his chest.
When your date is over, you pack your things and go with Leona to Savanaclaw. You have to give Ruggie the scraps, a deal is a deal and when it comes to food, you don't play with that boy.
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Savanaclaw Dorm
Normally, Leona accompanies you to the Savanaclaw exit that leads to the Hall of mirrors. But this time, he stops as soon as you two arrive in front of his room door.
“And where do you think you're going?” He asks after you have walked a little further. Well, you were going back to Ramshackle Dorm, and you were hoping you could steal a kiss from him before you left.
He calls you with his index finger for you to come closer to him. And when you do, he grabs you by the waist like a lion catching its prey.
“I said I would decide what to do with you after seeing how the food was.” He brings his face closer to yours. “I've already decided.” And finally he kisses your lips, while he opens the door to his room and pulls you by the waist to go in with him. He closes the door.
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If you dropped in here out of the blue and want to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX
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ever-4sunlight · 1 month ago
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꒦꒷♡꒷꒦Headcannon꒦꒷♡꒷꒦
✮Relationship with the genshin hybrids
✮Pairing: gorou, itto, tighnari, yae miko x gn reader
✮Warnings: bad English || pronouns used: none
✮Requests are open<3
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𝑮𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒖
-Relationships with gorou are kinda complicated he is used taking the role of the serious commander so it's hard for him to actually be himself for you
-He will most definitely act all tough and serious around you so you think he's cool!
-If you two are alone he will cuddle up to you and let you scratch behind his ears with his tail wagging like crazy!
-He's not really into telling everyone about your relationship no one has to know... Not even kokomi
-He would most definitely bite you but not to hard! He still possesses some of his animalistic traits so why wouldn't he let them out on you?
-He's the sweetest lover in the world! He is clingy and will do anything for you! But not when he's around people he knows of course he still has to act serious sometimes
-very silly boy that's for sure but probably already made up the future for the two of you<3 how about kids? Maybe just marrying? Either way he will be happy!
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𝑰𝒕𝒕𝒐
-oh oh oh... You got yourself the greatest oni of all time good luck...
-his and my birthday aren't much apart so i just KNOW he is clingy he definitely is! Every second he gets to he will hold you or have his hands on any place you allow him to
-hes very protective and will glare at everyone who looks at you
-the first person who knows your in a relationship is shinobu... She even knew it before you did. _.
-He's very happy to be with you and will show it in every way he can
-if your comfortable with it he will put you on his shoulders so you can see the world from your lovers shoulders
-when you two are home he will grab you and cuddle with you hours for fucking hours!
-he is very talkative and needs someone who listens to him better if even speaks as much as him!
-will grin at you when you trace the red paint on his body patting your head how adorable you look while doing that
-overall a great boyfriend he would do anything for you
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Tighnari
-wow! Congrats you got yourself the fennec fox to fall head over heel for you beware of his endless talking of knowledge
-he's very smart and rant about botanic and everything that happened on duty until your ears start to bleed
-he's a loving partner and will take care of you whenever you feel sick or just bad, just don't eat things you shouldn't eat or he will get annoyed
-will he bite? Not often but you will get a few nibbles here and there when he's bored
-you're one of the very few people he will allow to touch his ears and tail he will get very embarrassed so don't do it in public
-he will definitely help you with everything you have problems with hes very supportive
-he can't stand liers, don't lie to him and you will be fine
-he will definitely not tell cyno! He just knows cyno will make unfunny jokes about it
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Yae miko
-you got the the pretty shrine maiden to fall in love with you congrats you got the most teasing kitsune to ever exist!
-she will tease you 24/7 if it's just sliding her hand over your spine to get an reaction or just getting close enough to your face to kiss you just to pull away, yae got every possible trick up her sleeve
-whenever you say something she thinks is something you should shut up about or just something that doesn't make sense she will pat on your head with her book
-she doesn't sleep much but loves to have your head on her lap while her hands are intertwined with your hair (if you got hair)
-she doesn't tell any of the maidens but the way she acts with you gets a bunch of attention and pulls suspicion with it
-she will hum you to sleep and hold you for your comfort
-don't expect her to do what you want she's definitely not the submissive one in this relationship
-she's the best girlfriend someone can have>o<
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kings-roar · 7 months ago
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credit card: prologue
summary: Yuu gets invited on their first journey to one of their schoolmates’ hometowns! But with the meager allowance given by that stingy headmage, they don’t think they have enough to cover the travel. Luckily for them, they’re dating a super rich (and surprisingly generous) boyfriend. notes: this is part one of my series: credit card! details/warnings: gender-neutral pronouns, yuu instead of y/n, adult!yuu, established relationship, leoyuu, follows EN server
ao3 link: xxx
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It was on a lazy Friday evening in the botanical gardens when Yuu was approached by an energetic ball of energy, otherwise known as Kalim Al-Asim, and his childhood companion Jamil. Yuu looks up just as Kalim barrels into them with a hug. They laugh as Jamil begins to scold Kalim, reminding the latter to be aware of boundaries, something that is hardly in the young heir’s vocabulary.
“How can I help you, Kalim?” The prefect moves their homework to the side as they reciprocate the second year’s hug.
“We’re going on a trip!” he exclaims excitedly. Yuu tilts their head to the side.
“Oh? Well, congrats! I hope you have fun.”
“What are you talking about? You’re coming with us!”
‘… Huh?’
“Kalim,” Jamil’s voice sounds tired as he places a hand on his classmate’s shoulder. “You can’t just tell someone they’re going somewhere. You have to ask them first.”
“Oh, right! Well, Yuu, do you wanna come home with us?”
Jamil smacks a hand to his forehead as Yuu continues to become more and more confused. What does he mean, “come home with us”? Is Crowley kicking them out of the campus? Did Grim do something whilst with the Heartslabyul duo? Yuu thought they could trust those two, but maybe they were wrong.”
“It’s nothing like that,” Jamil explains with a tired sigh. “Kalim and I are heading back home, to the Scalding Sands, for the Yasamina River Fireworks Fest.”
“And since you’re from another world, I’d love to show you my hometown, Yuu!” Kalim adds with a beaming smile. “We got six VIP seats, so you and Grim can both tag along! Oh, maybe I should hit up the guys from my Pop Music club too!”
“Wait a minute, you are one of the organizers of the event, Kalim, and as your attendant, I will also be at your side. Inviting Grim and Yuu last minute is one thing, but adding even MORE people whilst we’re busy is too much.”
“It’ll be fine, Jamil! The more the merrier, as they say. Besides, They can take care of their own, right?” Kalim looks towards Yuu with shining, puppy-dog eyes.
“Um, sure.” they nod hesitantly. “But what about the cost? As you can probably guess, Crowley isn’t really on the generous side…”
“Well, the seats for the festival are covered by your tickets. The street food is pretty cheap though! Maybe you could ask the headmage to lend you some more money?”
“Eh, I doubt he’d agree. Grim is also a really big eater.”
Suddenly, a figure jumps down from the tree Yuu was leaning against. The Scarabia duo jumps in surprise, whilst the prefect merely smiled. The figure, ignoring his two underclassmen, ruffles Yuu’s head lightly before sitting down beside them. His long tail curls around Yuu’s wrist as he yawns.
“Hey, Leona-senpai!” Kalim’s the first to recover from the unexpected guest. “Can’t believe I didn’t notice you up in that tree.”
“‘Course you didn’t,” the beastman smirks. “An herbivore like you would never be able to detect a beastman like me.” The comment doesn’t hold much malice in it, if any, and Kalim continues as if nothing happened.
“Well, anyway, were you able to hear everything? Do you wanna come with us?”
“Kalim!”
“What? Leona-senpai is a classmate of ours! Besides, it would be rude not to invite him after hearing us invite Yuu and Grim.”
Leona yawns again as he nestles himself closer to his favourite human, who also happens to be his partner. His eyes are only half open, a sign that he’s just about ready to fall asleep once again.
“A trip to the Scalding Sands? I’ll pass; not a huge fan of large crowds. But if you wanna go, Yuu…” He stares into his lover’s eyes, waiting for a response. The prefect gives it a thought before answering.
“Hm, well I would like to go, since the festival is a once-a-year event. After all, who knows if I’ll be here to experience it again.”
Leona ignores the twinge in his heart at the thought of his favourite herbivore leaving his side, opting instead to reach into his pocket. He takes out a leather wallet, opening it with one hand and expertly fishing out a thin object. The prince places it gently into Yuu’s hand and quickly tucks away his wallet.
“There, now you can enjoy yourself without worrying. Just don’t let that little weasel see it. He might think this means he can spend on whatever without thinking.”
Yuu’s eyes widen as they unfurl their hand, their gaze falling on a shiny black credit card embellished with gold printed words. LEONA KINGSCHOLAR bedazzles the front, and a shiny crown emblem is stamped at the end of his name. The name of some unknown bank, as well as other details, dot the rest of the card. They flip it over and over, studying it carefully to make sure it’s real. Kalim and Jamil’s faces are also aghast as they recognize the card.
“WOAH!” Kalim gasps. “Is that a black card?! I have one too!”
From the sounds of Kalim’s voice, a black card seems exceptionally rare. Perhaps only the rich and royalty could own one. Either way, Yuu remained quite shocked at the mere fact that Leona trusted them enough to loan them his card. After all, he’s a prince! If Yuu ended up misplacing the card, and it got into the wrong hands, then who knows what could happen to THE prince of Sunset Savanna if his royal funds were taken.
“See? You’re all set now. Now hurry up and leave. You’re digging into my date time.”
“All you’re doing is sleeping…” Jamil mumbles, though it still reaches the beastman’s ears. “Whatever. Let’s go, Kalim. Because of you, I have to rearrange a bunch of things.”
“I’ll pass the news onto Grim for ya, Yuu! Be sure to be at the Mirror in the morning!” Kalim waves to the prefect and beastman as he’s dragged off by Jamil.
Once they’re gone, Leona gently brings Yuu closer to him, nuzzling his face into the crook of their neck. The prefect smiles and softly begins to brush their fingers through the prince’s brown locks, eliciting a pleased noise from the back of his throat.
“Thanks for trusting me with your card, Leona. I’ll be sure to keep it safe and use it wisely.”
“‘s all good,” Leona’s words come out slurred, the familiar and comforting scent of the gardens and his love lulling him back into dreamland. “Just want you to enjoy yourself.”
Leona finally falls asleep, and Yuu joins him once they’ve packed all their things. Trying to do homework now would be futile, it seems. The two peacefully slumber in each other’s embrace for the next hour or so, until Grim and Ruggie came to bring them back to their dorms for curfew.
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junnieverse · 1 year ago
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BOYFRIEND HABITS ➳ ZEROBASEONE
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➙ little things zb1 do as your boyfriend
pairing: zb1 x gn!reader
genre: fluff, slight crack :3
warnings: not proofread, lower case intended, bestfriend!yujin (scenario is platonic), implied short reader under yujin's drabble, collegeboyfriend!gunwook
a/n: *sighs in a daydreaming manner as I scream into a pillow while I'm kicking and swinging my feet*
a/n (2): you can also check out my txt and enha versions of this :3
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🖇️ — 성한빈 ; SUNG HANBIN !
↳ buying you flowers
having found out you loved flowers, hanbin made it his mission as your boyfriend to buy you flowers whenever he could, which was almost every other week
most of the time he would gift them to you himself but on the days he couldn't, he made sure they were delivered to you
your home was slowly turning into a botanical garden but you loved seeing the colourful flowers brighten up your home
hanbin somehow always knew when to get a new bouquet for you and when you asked him, he had said the owner of the local flower shop he buys from was kind enough to tell him how long they would usually stay alive for
"What sort of flowers should I get you next week? We did lillies last time, how about tulips, perfect for spring." he suggests showing his whisker smile that had you weak
your boyfriend tried to get different flowers each time and would even go as far as seeing what they mean and writing a little note on that
" Lavenders for you my love. I know how hard your week was so I hope they bring you a sense of tranquility and good luck. I love you <3 " the note in the bouquet of lavender flowers he delivered read
having told him it wasn't necessary to constantly buy you flowers, he ofcourse insisted because he enjoyed buying them for you
small things like this made you realise you had won the boyfriend of the year
🖇️ — 김지웅 ; KIM JIWOONG !
↳ kissing the back of your hand
holding your hand was mandatory to jiwoong
if you were around him, he had to be holding your hand in some way or form
he has always been a complete gentleman to you too
from the day you both had started dating, he grew into this habit of kissing the back of your hand whenever you were holding hands
this little display of affection melted your heart each time you felt his soft lips place a short kiss to your hand
winter had come in and you and jiwoong decided to take a walk to a nearby park to enjoy the snow a bit despite how incredibly cold it was outside
"My hands are freezing." you pout trying to get some friction in your hands rubbing them together but it was no use
grabbing hold of your hands, your boyfriend rubbed his hands with yours in an attempt to warm them up before laying a delicate kiss to both of your hands
"My poor baby, I'll keep you warm angel." he coos at you softly as he proceeds to then put your hand in his pocket with his hand
🖇️ — 章昊 ; ZHANG HAO !
↳ brushing your hair out of your face
you could name a thousand reasons as to why hao was absolutely perfect and what little things you liked about him
one being how he had this habit of brushing your hair out of your face and then just smiling at you
it made you want to scream how he could just look at you with little heart eyes
"And so I told the supervisor-" you abruptly stop mid sentence as your boyfriend brushed your hair out of your face
hao was an attentive person and whenever you spoke he made sure all his attention was on you whilst maintaining eye contact
you had been telling him about your day at work and ofcourse he made sure to listen to you but a stray hair falling into your face distracted him from admiring your beautiful features
raising his hand, he delicately brushed the hair out placing it behind your ear
"Continue talking, I was listening. Your beautiful face distracted me." he says as he smiled warmly making you blush
zhang hao was the cutest boyfriend ever
🖇️ — 석우현 ; SEOK MATTHEW !
↳ playing/drawing on your hands
matthew tended to zone out alot sometimes or just have a short attention span when he wasn't interested in something which would lead him to busy himself
he always thought your hands were the the perfect compliment to his and constantly complimented how pretty your hands were
this brought in a new habit of his where instead of playing with his own hands, whenever he was holding yours he would gently just play with them or the rings you had
sometimes if he gets bored he starts doodling little shapes or words on your palm with his fingers
on certain occasions he would mindlessly hold your hand in his and start drawing cute things on your hand using a pen and you were happy to let him do so because you loved seeing him happy
"(Y/n), look. I drew for you." he brightly smiles showing you the little rainbow and fox drawing on your hand
for all you cared, matthew could draw on your face but seeing his smile and how happy he got, you could never stay mad at him
you were able to proudly show off the doodles matthew did because happy matthew = happy life (yes it rhymes)
🖇️ — 김태래 ; KIM TAERAE !
↳ singing you to sleep
it wasn't a secret that one of your favourite qualities about taerae was his voice
it always a source of comfort for you and he knew you loved it too
you weren't the biggest fan of thunder and your boyfriend knew that so he always tried his best to be with you whenever there were thunderstorms to help you sleep
this night was no different, it was heavily raining and you couldn't sleep with all the commotion of the loud thunder outside
curled up into a ball, you cover your ears with your eyes tightly shut silently praying for taerae to come quicker, as if on cue, you feel him hold you as he rubs your back comfortingly
"I'm here angel, shh." he says softly laying you both down as you lay on his chest
he soon starts singing to you and you immediately feel yourself relax in his arms as he sings to you
just like that you feel your eyes get heavier and you fall asleep in your boyfriend's arms
his presence was enough to make you feel less anxious but his singing was a comfort space he always had open for you
🖇️ — 沈泉锐 ; RICKY SHEN !
↳ buying you (expensive) gifts
ricky was not the best at using his words to express how he felt about you, hence he used actions to do so
this is where we came to learn one of his top love languages is gift giving and he would constantly buy you something new despite your protests
you grew to accept his gifts knowing he would get sad whenever you rejected his gifts claiming they were far too expensive but he would assure you that he would buy you the earth if he could
"Hey baby, I have a suprise for you." ricky tells you pulling a black neatly wrapped gift from behind his back
sighing, you accept the gift not wanting to see your boyfriend upset
inside was a valentines limited edition necklace from Tiffany & Co that you had looked at slightly longer than usual whilst shopping together the other day
pouting not believing him, you can't help but hold back tears seeing as how he was able to even notice you eyeing that necklace
"Ricky, thank you so much for this gift baby, but this is the fifth one this week- and it's only Wednesday." you tell him as you laugh softly seeing his shy smile as his ears go red in embarrassment
"I know but you deserve to be spoiled. And that's final." he tells you leaving a short peck on your cheek before helping you put the beautiful necklace on
🖇️ — 김규빈 ; KIM GYUVIN !
↳ ruffling your hair
you had been childhood friends with gyuvin for as long as you could remember
but during the course of your friendship, you both realised you had more than platonic feelings for one another and decided to pursue a romantic relationship
he had always had this habit of ruffling your hair ever since you had been friends and it was just an affectionate thing he had picked up
whenever he thought you looked cute or after complimenting you, he would either pat your head or ruffle your hair
"Okay okay, you win Gyuvin." you surrender to your boyfriend's heartless tickles as you try calm yourself down
reaching for your hair, he ruffles it before gently patting your head as you pout
"You're messing my hair up."
"Well you still love me because I'm the best boyfriend ever."
he leaned over and placed a chaste peck to your forehead and displayed the most heartwarming puppy like smile
you were undoubtedly whipped
🖇️ — 박건욱 ; PARK GUNWOOK !
↳ leaving you cute notes
this had been something gunwook started doing ever since he had a crush on you and would send you notes as your secret admirer
" You seemed quite sad today :( here's some strawberry milk to hopefully cheer you up. " the sticky note read with a small strawberry milk and straw next to it
it was small things like this that made you fall for him even before you knew who he really was
and when he did finally muster up the courage to ask you out and things were official between you both
he still made sure to leave you little notes complimenting or motivating you in any way
" Well done on doing so well this semester! I'm so proud of you babe. I'll reward you with cuddles and kisses after your lecture :) "
he would leave them on your class desk in the morning at school to even your bed side table for you to see once you had woken up and he had left prior
" Good morning darling ♡ I had to leave early for a lecture but enjoy the breakfast I made for you, see you later. " the note read
he could've left you a text message but he also knew how much you liked the cute notes and this was a special thing in your relationship
🖇️ — 한유진 ; HAN YUJIN !
↳ balancing his arm on your head
feeling a strange weight on you head, you exasperate knowing it was your best friend bothering you once again
"Ow! What was that for?!" yujin yells out as he pouts rubbing the spot in his arm that you had pinched
"I told you to stop putting your arm on my head. I'm not your human arm rest." you glare at him warningly as he sheepishly grinned
ever since his growth spurt, yujin developed this habit of resting his arm on your head
sometimes it felt like he was silently mocking you for being shorter than him
despite your attempts to stop him, yujin once again rested his arm on your head and you let him do so as you continued reading
you had also grown into this habit of pinching his round cheeks because they were just very soft and he allowed you to do so
and for that, you sacrificed your head to become your best friend's personal arm rest
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mit0bee · 7 months ago
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hello!! I've read some of your works, and I just want to say that I LOVE THEM SOO MUCHHDBRJFH and, may I request Malleus, Vil, and Rook with Lily of the valley? Thank you!! 💞
AHHHHHHAIOFHAWOIFH TYSM!! I totally didnt get to this like 5 months later i swear
Meloras Bouquet
Stuff you should read: Vil's might be a little OOC oopsies, Established relationship (Vil, Leona) old post!!!
Characters: Malleus Draconia, Vil Schnoenheit
Flowers:
Lily of the Valley - Napping together
MALLEUS DRACONIA
It wasn't supposed to happen but a little midnight stroll with him ended up becoming a “hey wanna come over to ramshackle for a slumber party”
and ofc he said yes he would bend over backwards for you
So cue to the walk to ramshackle (or to the mirror thingies?) and he is so excited. if he had a tail it would be wagging
Once you get there, he's practically beaming with excitement
He wants to be elegant about it though so he's being chill (trying to)
Originally, he was supposed to sleep in his own bed, the slumber party went into the late hours of the night, and you fell asleep.
On his shoulder. while watching like. harry potter or something
He was ranting about the gargoyles and how accurate they were, and you hit the snooze button on accident
He didn't even notice until you were already far too gone on his shoulder
He decided to carry you to your bed from the living room, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead like Lilia did with him when he was young
“Goodnight, Child of Man. Sweet Dreams.”
If you either wake up and pull him into bed, or find him on the couch at midnight and invite him into your bed, he'll accept with obvious, not very hidden excitement.
VIL SCHNOENHEIT
After hanging out with Epel for the majority of the afternoon in the botanical gardens, all you wanted was to visit your dear boyfriend, Vil
But you forgot to acknowledge the dirt staining your face and clothes from your adventures, so when you came into Vil's room, not only were you staining his carpet, but you also looked like a zombie!
Whatever he was doing before, you now had his full attention. He wasn't afraid to get his hands a little dirty.
So now hes helping you wipe your face off, letting you use his shower, putting on a protective face mask to defend against major acne from all the dirt.
He gave you one of his very few well-worn hoodies (he has like. 2 that are well worn.) and a pair of his pyjama pants while he takes your dirty clothes to the washer a few doors down.
Little did he know, when you take your s/o, surround them in you, and then leave them in your room for even a few minutes after a labour-filled day? you get an s/o snoozing on your bed, curled up in your blankets.
He was a little surprised to come back to that, but all in all quite flattered that you felt so comfortable
He checked the time (sleeping too much could cause coarse skin! or something) and once he confirmed it was a proper time to go to bed, he quickly got under the covers with you, his hands finding purchase on your waist.
That was probably one of the quickest times he's fallen asleep
This has been ROTTING in my drafts for months and I probably wont finish it so here you go 😭
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blues824 · 11 months ago
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:) ☆I'm backkkkkkkk☆ I cried
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I found this photo of our knight kin in my gallery, do with it as you want toooooo!!!! 🥺🤩🤗 Tehehe
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He's sooeo sweet hereeehxuhdh Ahahahhahahah
🏃‍♂️ my simp is showing—
I requested: Making Snowmen + Hot chocolate for the cold
A sequel to this fic that I wrote for Sebek. Turns angsty lol.
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Sebek Zigvolt
Because he had the entire weekend off, due to you seeking the help of both Lilia and Malleus when your relationship was on the rocks. Saturday came around, and he had fallen asleep and accidentally stayed the night. He was freaking out, worrying that his Housewarden was going to be angry, but you showed him a text from the Vice Housewarden, that said he was given permission to stay over at Ramshackle for the weekend he had off.
That being said, you told him that you were going back into the snow today, and he let out a groan of annoyance. You should know by now that he preferred humid and warm climates, which is why he loved the Botanical Gardens.
But, this was your payback, as he had spent weeks ignoring you and choosing his schoolwork as well as the Prince over you. That last sentiment was understandable, as that was the code of a knight, but the former statement really hurt. It was like he would prioritize anything over you, and while you first excused it as him adjusting to being romantically involved with someone, it got to a point where you were done.
Anyway, you opened the front door, and a rush of cool air burst into the corridor. You heard Sebek shiver, despite being wrapped in many different layers. Grim was also shivering, but he had claimed that he only needed his scarf and gloves to keep warm. You called his bluff, but he stuck to his guns.
When Sebek had finally joined you outside, you immediately shouted, “LET’S BUILD A SNOWMAN!”
You managed to spook him with the sudden outburst, but he immediately started making a plan. He was going to make the base, as he would be able to roll it to the designated spot you made. You would get its midsection, and he would help you lift it up. Then, Grim would make the head out of snow.
And so you all split up. You had to head inside to grab a spare scarf as well as a carrot and buttons, and then you placed them on the ground at said spot. Then you started getting the snowball for the torso.
It didn’t take too long for Sebek to finish, nor did it take long for Grim, but the difference was that Grim found himself rolling as a snowball with the snowball. He was rolling down the hill, and he suddenly hit a rock hidden in the snow, and he was launched into the air. It’s not like he could aim away from you, so he ended up landing on top of you.
With a loud oomph, you landed on the ground, and your boyfriend rushed over to make sure that you were okay. It turns out that you were laughing as you, through giggles, asked if the cat monster was okay. The crocodile half-fae helped you up, checking over you to make sure that you didn’t sustain any serious injuries, and you just continued to make the torso of the snowman.
Eventually, you and Grim rolled your parts to Sebek’s part, and he helped you lift each part. Grim was insistent on lifting his own, so the knight lifted the cat who, in turn, placed the head on top of the snowman.
Now it was time to decorate it, and you grabbed the scarf and wrapped it around the snowman’s neck. Sebek shoved the carrot in the middle of the head, making it its nose. Grim helped with the buttons, and you smiled at the masterpiece. You turned to see your lover, and the tip of his nose as well as the apples of his cheeks were pink.
Maybe it was time to head inside.
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You immediately started making some hot chocolate. You didn’t realize how cold you actually were because of how much fun you were having, but you couldn’t feel your fingers or toes. It felt like a Herculean effort to just blink. The aroma of the sweet ingredients wafted through the air, making the dorm smell amazing.
“I’m sorry…” That was a first. You turned to see the man who you’ve called your ‘knight in shining armor’, looking ashamed and guilty.
“For what, Seb?”
“For neglecting you, and that is the best way to say it so don’t say differently. You had to go to Waka-sama and Lilia-sama for Seven’s sakes because I was prioritizing my work over you,” He was getting a bit worked up, angry about his own failure.
“Just admitting your fault is enough-”
“No, it is not. I hurt you, which is detestable for a knight! What can I do to make it up to you?”
A moment passed of him being close to tears, and you had to hold in your laughter. But, you can’t really be blamed. For the longest time, the First Year who was now on his knees, begging for a way to get you to forgive him, had called you a ‘human’ in such a disgusted tone. Maybe the significant other effect is real?
The hot cocoa was finished, and you poured it into two mugs from the pot you made it in. Your smile dropped, a sombre expression appearing on your face in its place.
“Do you have time to have a cup of hot chocolate with me?” You asked, voice very close to breaking. You had to use both hands to steady the mug as you extended it towards him, and his eyes were surprisingly glassy.
“More than enough,” He responded, taking a sip of the sweet drink.
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captainremmington-13 · 7 months ago
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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍
𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊
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show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building.
⚠️Warnings⚠️: swearing, injuries, jealousy, mentions of nausea and blood
A/N: i hope you guys enjoy this chapter, i had a bit of trouble writing it but i hope it turned out ok!
“Angel, wake up. We’re here.”
You groaned, instinctively covering your face with the jacket Luke had draped over you to keep you warm. “Five more minutes…”
You heard him chuckle under his breath. He lifted the coat off of your resting figure, making you whine. You were fully aware that you had to get up and face the deadly challenge ahead.  A couple more moments of rest would’ve made you feel at least a little better.
Luke reached over and unbuckled your seatbelt. He got out of the Mercedes-Benz and walked around to open your door. “You were asleep for almost three hours, baby. I think it’s time to wake up so we can get this over with, don’t you?”
You clumsily clambered out of the car, gripping onto Luke’s shoulders so you didn’t face-plant into the ground. Looking around, you realized that you were parked in the middle of a field. The sun was setting in the distance, casting an warm orange glow on everything its light touched. 
You would’ve stopped to admire the scenery if you weren’t so worried about getting mutilated by a dragon. 
Luke grabbed both of your backpacks and closed the car door. Slinging one over each shoulder, he unsheathed the sword attached to his belt. “Ready?”
You nodded, adjusting your posture to appear more confident than you really were. You headed towards the dirt path in the grass, which undoubtedly lead to the Garden.
“How far do you think we need to walk?” 
“Not too far, the tree should only be about a half-mile from here.”
“Flying would make the journey a lot faster,” you pointed out. You still weren’t a fan of using your wings, but you didn’t mind it if they would make tasks easier or safer.
“No.” Luke immediately shut the idea down. “You need to conserve your energy.”
You gave him an over-exaggerated pout. “You’re so bossy.”
“And you’re a brat,” he said, but you knew he was just teasing. He called you that all the time, knowing he was the only one who could get away with it and remain unharmed.
Besides, it wasn’t exactly untrue. You enjoyed giving your boyfriend a bit of attitude at times, just to get him riled up. After all, he looked even more attractive that way.
You would’ve continued playfully pushing his buttons if not for the sense of dread that was creeping up on you. Each step you took towards The Garden of Hesperides strengthened the feeling. The paranoia started overwhelming your mind, making your hands shake slightly. 
What if this was the last time you and Luke went a peaceful walk together? What if one of you didn’t make it out alive?
You swallowed, pushing the nagging questions aside. You would do everything in your power to keep you both alive.
And if your father decided to take his soul away from you, you would fight like the most vicious of demons to get him back. 
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Words couldn’t describe the beauty of The Garden of Hesperides. 
The colors were almost too overwhelming for your eyes to process. You’d never seen such radiant flowers, or such vibrant grass. It felt like you had stepped into a painting, rather than a real place.
The most stunning feature of the Garden, of course, was the apple tree. It was ginormous, at least five times as large as a normal one. You were no botanical expert, but it looked extremely healthy, especially for being as ancient as it was. 
The Hesperides, who laid peacefully in the soft grass, were almost as gorgeous as the magical plant. They looked nearly identical, but each of them were easily more beautiful than almost all of the people you knew. They wore traditional white chitons, enhancing their dark eyes and shiny black hair. 
If a mortal had somehow stumbled across this place, they would assume it was a safe haven. That is, of course, until they spotted the hundred-headed dragon wrapped around the trunk of the tree
You and Luke were ducked behind a hill about a hundred yards away from the Hesperides and Ladon the dragon. Even from afar, their presences made you feel uneasy. Ladon was much larger than you’d expected him to be, and you had a feeling the Hesperides could be vicious if they wanted to be. 
“So, what’s our plan of action?” Luke whispered, keeping one hand on his sword’s hilt. 
You sucked in a breath. You’d been brainstorming strategies during the walk to the Garden, and had finally come up with one that seemed feasible. You didn’t like it, but it made the most sense. 
“The Hesperides are known to like men more than women. They never get to leave the Garden, you see, so when they have male company they get…more excited. They’re more likely to let their guard down if you approach them and spark a conversation. They may be wary of you at first, but if you pretend to be a traveling demigod who simply wanted to admire the tree’s beauty, they should fall for it.”
“Okay,” Luke said slowly. “Then what will you do?” 
“I’ll turn invisible and slowly approach the tree. When the time is right, I’ll fly upwards to grab an apple, which will undoubtedly alert Ladon. Then, I’ll fly over to you and we’ll make a run for it.” 
You could immediately tell that Luke didn’t like this. Before he could protest, you said, “If I approach the Hesperides, they’ll immediately be suspicious and send Ladon to attack me. The only way to try and avoid a fight is by having me pick the apple.”
Luke opened his mouth to protest, but nothing came out. After a second, he sighed. 
“I don’t like it, but it does seem like our best bet. Just…please, please put yourself before the quest. Don’t sacrifice your life for a stupid magical fruit. It’s not worth it.” 
You nodded. “I understand. I’ll be fine, I promise.”
Luke gave you a nervous smile. “Okay. I’ll be as careful as I can, but if I need to, I’ll fight my way out.”
You tried not to wince. You hated the idea of Luke facing Ladon alone. But you knew he’d fight any monster, matter how large, to protect you and himself.
Gently, you pulled Luke in for a passionate kiss. You tried to ignore the fear that this was the last one you’d ever share. 
When you pulled away, you gave his a reassuring squeeze. “I’ll see you soon.” 
With that, you closed your eyes, and willed yourself to become invisible. You broke into a sprint, heading towards the backside of the enchanted tree. 
You were tempted to pray to the gods for protection, but realized it was pointless. After all, the tree belonged to the king and queen of Olympus.
And they never really listened to demigods anyway.
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You would’ve been much more upset about Luke being surrounded by beautiful, immortal women if not for the beast slumbering a handful of feet away from you.
Luke had always been a smooth talker, even when he was still in his “awkward teen” phase. It was one of the many skills he’d inherited from Hermes. He could talk his way out of trouble, even in the tightest of situations. 
With that ability and his good looks, he could easily get whatever he wanted from most people. 
He was sitting on a carved stone bench, telling a winding story to the Hesperides, who seemed very interested. Clearly, it had been awhile since they’d had male company.
You crept closer to the trunk of the tree, being careful to stay as quiet as possible. Ladon undoubtedly had an enhanced sense of hearing, as he literally had one hundred heads. 
You gripped the hilt of your weapon, prepared to fight at any moment. If the dragon attacked Luke, you wouldn’t hesitate to step in. 
You stood still for a few moments, observing Ladon’s body language. He seemed to be deep in slumber, his many eyes closed tightly and his breathing slow and steady.
Concentrating intensely to ensure you stayed invisible, you willed your wings to appear. The familiar cold feeling of them sprouting from your shoulder blades made you shudder ever-so slightly, but the effect quickly faded. 
Jumping into the air, you hovered for a minute, trying to decide which apple would be easiest to pick. The further into the branches you went, the more noise you’d make, undoubtedly alerting the dragon that there was an intruder.
You decided on one that was dangling at the very end of a branch, a good distance away from any of Ladon’s heads. You took a deep breath, and rose higher. 
Then, like a hawk targeting a field mouse, you swooped down, snatching the golden fruit from the tree.
Unfortunately, the snap that elicited from you picking the apple was enough to wake the beast below you.
“Fuck,” you murmured under your breath. Ladon began stirring, and then his many eyes shot open. 
You had been caught. 
There was no point in staying hidden, the dragon could use its sense of smell to detect your exact location. As soon as your invisibility faded away, you screamed, “Luke!”
You saw his focus immediately switch from the Hesperides to you. His eyes widened, and he unsheathed his sword, charging towards where the dragon was getting ready to attack you. 
You landed on the ground next to him and readied your sword. Ladon’s many heads were glaring down at you both, teeth gnashing together violently. 
He lifted a gigantic claw and swung at you. You threw Luke out of the way just in time, but ended up feeling the full force of the blow. The apple flew out of your hand, landing somewhere in the meadow. You were thrown at least ten feet, hitting the ground with a painful thud. 
You howled in agony, feeling your ribs crack painfully. Somehow, you got up, staggering to your feet. You glanced around wildly, searching for Luke. Your vision swam, but you were able to make out his figure in the distance. He was slashing at the beast, swiftly avoiding its foot-long talons. Somehow, he was able to detach one of Ladon’s claws, making the monster cry out in agony.
You stumbled towards him, using your long weapon as a cane. You no longer cared about the stupid apple. You just needed to get him out of here.
Your heart dropped into your stomach as you saw one of Ladon’s claws make contact with Luke’s face. 
He screamed, reaching up to cover the gash, which was starting to drip with blood. 
Ignoring the searing pain in your torso, you ran towards him, stepping between him and Ladon. The dragon snarled at you, its hot breath fanning your face and making you even more terrified. Still, you leveled your weapon, prepared to keep it away from Luke, no matter what it cost.
You rose up into the air, until you were at face-level with Ladon. Before the dragon could lunge, you used your sword to slash through the eyes of one of his larger heads. The shriek he let out was deafening, and almost made you drop your weapon.
Quickly heading back towards the ground, you grabbed Luke and tried to get him to his feet. But he was clearly in an overwhelming amount of pain, and was in no shape to move, let alone run.
As you saw Ladon heading towards you both with a murderous glint in his eyes, you knew there was only one way to make it out alive.
Wrapping your arms around Luke, you closed your eyes and thought of Camp Half-Blood. You pictured yourself appearing at the border, right next to Thalia’s tree.
A sudden gust of icy wind swirled around you both, making you gasp. You held on tighter to the injured boy, afraid that if you loosened your grip, he would be lost forever. You felt dizzy and nauseous, and you were sure that if it lasted any longer, you were going to die.
Then, the feeling stopped. 
You opened your eyes tentatively, and that saw the trunk of a large pine tree was mere feet away. 
You had successfully teleported all the way from California to Long Island Sound. 
You’d made it home.
Dragging Luke towards the border, it took all of your energy not to pass out. Luke was barely conscious, still gripping Ladon’s severed claw in his hands and carrying both of your backpacks on his shoulders. 
As soon as you had made it past the magical barrier, you screamed, “Help! Someone, please!”
Because it was already nighttime, you couldn’t make out exactly who was rushing towards you and Luke. You were barely able to hear what they were saying, but you could tell they were panicked and confused. 
Finally, your legs gave out, and you hit the ground. Luke groaned as he practically fell on top of you, clutching at the deep wound on his face. 
The last thing you heard before losing consciousness was Luke whispering your name. 
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husbandograveyard · 1 year ago
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This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: Picnic Characters featured: Leona (Twisted Wonderland), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: anon? [a/n]: I lost the ask, I am so sorry. Pretty sure it was an anon though. I love Leona and I am always happy to write for him.
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Dates with Leona were usually lowkey. The lazy prince and housewarden preferred to do as little as possible. If he had his way, all of the dates you had would be spent either in the botanical gardens or in his room, napping the day away. And while you generally enjoyed sleeping in his arms, you did want more than just a nap every once in a while. And Leona, ever the gentleman, was okay with indulging you in such activities. 
Today’s date was a picnic, and you were perfectly prepared. With Ruggies help you had managed to get all of Leona’s favorites from the cafeteria, and you even came prepared with an extra blanket besides the one you’d be sitting on, just in case your boyfriend did decide that this would just be a nap on location. 
He couldn’t help but grin at the sight of all his favorite snacks as well as the blanket. You couldn’t help but smile, his cheeky grins -when directed at you- always gave you butterflies in your stomach. 
“Ever prepared, aren’t you, y/n?” 
He rested his head against yours, nuzzling briefly, a lion-like instinctive expression of love that you always enjoyed. 
“I know you’ve got certain standards, my prince,” you say with a hint of sarcasm, “and I feel like I should uphold them.” “Oh but dear, whenever I’m with you, I feel like I am king of the world.” 
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luckystarchild · 8 months ago
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hi there! dabbling into yyh rarepairs, have you ever considered hiei and botan becoming a thing? i’m kinda leaning to the idea. do you know any good fics or authors i should start with?
I don't ship them and have nothing to recommend. :)
But if it helps, I've seen that pairing pop up so many times in this fandom that I don't consider it a rarepair, and I don't think you'll have trouble finding material to read. Sorting the stories on FFnet by number of reviews yields half a dozen Hiei/Botan stories (plus a bunch of Kurama/Botan stories) on the first couple of pages. I haven't read any of them and can't attest to their quality.
TBH, I think Kurama/Botan and Hiei/Botan are some of the more basic ships in this fandom, and definitely some of the default non-yaoi and non-OC ships. If you want to read a hetero romance story in this fandom that doesn't include an OC, odds are Botan will be a part of the pairing. Such is the fate of being the only woman in the main cast who doesn't have a canonical boyfriend. You get shipped with everyone, all the time, no matter how much sense the pairing makes.
(No shade to people who ship Botan with anyone, btw. It's just that across multiple fandoms, there's a trend of shipping the only notable woman in the cast with every single male character even if the pairing is nonsensical or a poor fit. While some of these fics result in cool character studies, sometimes it's clear the author is just using the female character to avoid writing an OC, mischaracterizing her so badly to make her fit the assigned pairing that she becomes practically unrecognizable. At that point just write a damn OC instead of forcing pairings that don't make sense, jeez...)
The widespread, multi-fandom bias against OCs is a pet peeve of mine, in case you couldn't tell, and this fandom's use of Botan has unfortunately played into that annoyance from time to time. But I'm sure there are many amazing stories with that pairing out there! I just don't have any interest in reading them. Sorry, anon!
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averysmolbear · 2 years ago
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Picture Perfect
CW: This is just fluff. It has an established relationship in it though but the reader is gender neutral. It's a modern AU setting. Oh, and it hasn't been proofread!
A/N: This doesn't really have a plot. It's just a cute day date kind of a piece with Reiner taking his s/o to a botanical garden. Is it slightly self ship coded? Maybe. Just a kind of slice of life, fluffy, cute moment. If you like it, please reblog and/or comment but likes are always appreciated too.
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Reiner watched as you walked a few steps ahead of him. You looked so excited to be at the botanical gardens today. The sun was shining and it was just warm enough that neither of you needed a jacket. Still you had “borrowed” one of Reiner’s hoodies because you knew that you got cold – and mostly because it smelled like him and even with your boyfriend right there, it was a comforting thing to have his hoodie on. It was several sizes too big so you had the sleeves rolled up but it was so long that it almost reached your knees. Reiner couldn’t decide if your excitement right now was cuter than seeing you in some of his clothes though. But it was probably a combination of the two things, plus your smile was infectious. He couldn’t help grinning back when you looked over your shoulder at him with a wide smile of your own.
“You gonna slow down there?” Reiner asked, laughter in his voice as you looked back again. He wasn’t more than a couple of steps behind you but you turned around, starting to walk backwards. A few steps later and you started to stumble over your own two feet. Reiner, of course, was there to grab you by the waist to stop you from falling over. “See? You should’ve slowed down.”
You wrinkled your nose at your tall boyfriend, shaking your head as you looked up at him. You tried not to laugh as Reiner pulled you closer but somehow your smile seemed to grow even wider. “No, I’m just a klutz,” you countered as you got up on your tiptoes to try to steal a kiss.
He lifted you off of your feet just slightly to make it easier for you to reach, even as he bent down, pressing his lips softly to yours. It was an unnecessary gesture but Reiner loved the way you would make a soft squeaking sound whenever he picked you up. “Then you should stay close,” he said as he set you back on your feet after the brief kiss. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t stop smiling today if you tried. When Reiner had suggested that the two of you take a trip to the botanical gardens today, you had been so excited, probably more so than your boyfriend had expected, and you hadn’t stopped smiling since the two of you had arrived. It was still fairly early spring but all of the flowers were blooming and the trees were full of green leaves. It was perfect and you had been excited to get there to take pictures and to walk around together.
Just ahead you spotted an apple blossom tree that was nearly in full bloom. The fragrant white flowers drew your attention as you slipped your hand into Reiner’s. You started to pull him toward the tree, almost tripping over your own feet again. His hand was immediately at your waist to steady you as you looked up at him with a light blush starting to paint your cheeks.
“We don’t need to rush,” he reminded you and you nodded in return. He let go of your hand and slipped an arm around your shoulders, tucking you in at his side. Reiner kept his pace slow for two reasons. First he didn’t want you to fall over in your haste to reach whatever it was that had caught your eye. And second, he cherished the idea of taking his time with you right now.
You started to slow the pace even more as you reached the tree. You spotted a bench near it that would put the tree in the perfect spot for a picture so you gave Reiner a gentle bump with your hip and nodded your head toward the bench.
“Can we sit for a couple of minutes?” you asked, looking up at him with big doe eyes since you knew he had a harder time saying no to you when you did that.
Reiner nodded and shifted your course just slightly, sitting down and pulling you down with him. “Getting tired already?” he said, his head tilted slightly as he looked down at you. He still had you firmly tucked in at his side and he had felt you snuggle a little closer once the two of you were sitting down. “Are you getting cold?”
You shook your head before resting it on Reiner. You glanced around a bit before you pulled out your phone. After snapping a few pictures of the gardens that were all around the two of you, you handed your phone to Reiner with a soft smile.
“Take a picture with me!”
The excited tone of your voice made Reiner laugh but he nodded as he took the phone and held it out at arm’s length. He was shaking his head in amusement as you reached out as best as you could to adjust where he was holding the phone. Still he let you move his arm around until you had decided that it was right where you wanted it, quickly snapping several pictures of the two of you cuddling on the bench.
Then Reiner turned his head and kissed your cheek, getting a picture of it. He started to hand the phone back until he heard you loudly protesting. He laughed as he quickly moved his arm and the phone back into position, waiting as you returned the favor. For good measure, however, Reiner made sure to kiss you before you could turn your head away and while he wasn’t sure how well the pictures he had taken of that were, he still tried his best to snap several before lowering his arm to try to pull you closer.
When you pulled away slightly after Reiner moved you so you were sitting on his lap, he frowned slightly. You rested your forehead against his and very softly giggled at the pout that you could just make out at the moment.
“What if someone sees us?” you whispered against his lips, feeling his arms tighten around you.
Reiner had slipped your phone into the pocket that was at the front of his hoodie and now held you close, shaking his head. “Don’t care,” he quickly said before he leaned in, not giving you any chance to move away. He pressed his lips firmly against yours, holding you tight against his chest. If someone saw the two of you, Reiner really didn’t care. Not while he had your soft, sweet lips pressed against his like this.
The moment was too perfect for him to want to rush it, relishing the taste of you on his tongue as he slowly eased it into your mouth. The kiss was soft and slow; his hands had slipped just under the hoodie you wore but not under the t-shirt you had on. Reiner was deliberately taking his time with it before slowly pulling away with a soft sigh, his fingers lightly brushing along a bit of your back before both of his hands came to rest on your ass.
You slowly opened your eyes, blushing. “We should keep going,” you softly said, although you sounded a little dazed. “There’s still a lot left to see.”
Reiner laughed as he let go of you, letting you slip from his lap and his grasp so he could stand up. The moment he was on his feet, however, his arm was back around you once again. He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head.
“Let me know if you get tired of walking and I’ll give you a piggy-back ride the rest of the way, okay?” he said, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. He could see the way you grinned at the suggestion.
“Okay,” was all you said as the two of you continued strolling down the winding path together.
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sgiandubh · 1 year ago
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If they followed the books they'd be more frisky 🤡
But obviously some of it can't be translated into tv......
Dear Frisky Anon,
You should have discussed it with a real Gabaldon Expert like @gotham-ruaidh, not with Phoney here, who still fumbles around The Fiery Cross. So, I think you will have to ask me once I am done with Bees, which I bet will be just in time for the second half of Season 7 to kick in. I am told J&C do not have any problems in that department until the very end of it, and well, what can I say, it's Herself's prerogative to portray as she sees fit a legendary, all-encompassing love story as the one she magically created out of thin air (all writing is magic, trust me).
Never mind. Your question made me think, just as I was preparing the lazy dinner for 1 (Baby the Retriever is gone until Tuesday evening), about a couple of things, dealing with adapting content to the screen and also about how our minds deal with the difference between a book and the movie/series based on that book.
Adapting Gabaldon is a very difficult task. Take for example The Fiery Cross' never-ending Gathering. My God, all those words to describe just 24 hours! I have just finished with that unfortunate thief and I am so dizzy with it, I can't even remember if they had breakfast yet. The only solution they had was to go off canon and invent something at The Ridge, because it would have taken forever and hey, it's all about a healthy costs/benefits ratio, too. And mark me: Herself is no Marcel Proust, able to make us dream for hours about his description of Vermeer's View of Delft, somewhere In Search of Lost Time. FYI, I had to wait, as millions before me, until I fucked my meniscus skiing (or attempting to snow plough, to be honest) to discover Proust, but never looked back. Also FYI, Luchino Visconti tried to make a film out of Proust's voluminous saga, but failed. Nina Companeez managed (2011) a very, very poor TV series: unwatchable, and I tried. It is unfeasible - so, overall, I think the series scriptwriters' team did a very good job slaloming between botanical babble, Appalachian folklore, the White Sow and yes, J&C getting frisky.
But the thing I wanted to tell you (so long for distributive attention, I've just burnt my baguette and chicken and will have to start it over again) is just how different the experience of reading something and watching the same thing being translated on screen is. I am obviously no neuroscientist, but I am an avid and normally a quick reader. When you read something, you are at once completely spellbound and totally free: you are taken with the characters' interaction, but you are the master of your course imagining them. You placate your own vision of the world on what you read and, at the same time, you are being overtly manipulated by the storyteller: how this can be is, for sure, a mystery. When you watch an adaptation of what you once read, half of the work is being already done for you: you don't have to imagine these people interacting, they are walking and talking in front of you and then, you focus on other things. It's all about the energy they manage (or not) to convey: acting is, in a fair measure, akin to channeling that energy.
As far as I can tell, the scriptwriters opted for a more subdued approach to Jamie, Claire, sex and old age. But can you say with absolute certainty we aren't collectively projecting our own fantasies on what is certainly Herself's very euphemistic, almost conservative way of writing sex scenes? Anais Nin, she ain't. Embraces and moments of - ahem - togetherness abound and we are left to our own devices to imagine things.
Thus, the horrendous and, to be honest, childish battle between the Book Purists' Crowd and the rest of this fandom. It apparently was dealt with pretty quickly, but it did manage to leave a nasty, long lasting legacy: the Book Boyfriend had to go on and remain a screen fantasy. That is wrong. That selfishness almost floundered the book adaptation project and I bet whatever you want me to bet it took deep feelings not to also compromise something else, money can't buy.
A long answer for a simple question. Make of it whatever you wish, Anon: I wrote it with pleasure, though. :)
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fostercare-expat · 6 days ago
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Younger Brother came home from a visit last night. I let him stay up past bedtime but the girls didn’t need to go to sleep and he had school so eventually it was time to go to bed. He got mad, stomped his feet and threw himself on the mattress kicking. All the signs of an upcoming tantrum. But I talked to him very softly and I rubbed his back and named his emotions and sympathized and he eventually shook his head to communicate and then he spoke a word in response to a question and he then fell asleep. Tantrum avoided. We are both getting the hang of this!
Sadly Older Brother didn’t want to go home this weekend because he didn’t want to see Mom’s boyfriend l, which I understand but such a shame that she won’t go see him at the group home. It’s a 20 minute ride on her motorcycle. Go see your kid, lady! Other Foster Mom asked Older Brother if he’s making any friends at the group home. He said no, because he’s not going to stay there. Then he asked her ““Can’t I just stay with you?”
Mom has complained to the Social Workers that they don’t want Other Foster Mom and I to bring the kids out to do expensive stuff because it makes them look bad because they can’t afford that stuff. So a week ago, Other Foster Mom offered them 6 tickets to a live theatre play of Wizard of Oz for this weekend. Mom said she would get back to her and never did. I asked Younger Brother what they did this weekend and he said they didn’t leave the house. I said that I know Mommy works hard in the week so she has less energy but Boyfriend at least should have some energy because he barely works. Younger Brother said no, Boyfriend slept on the couch most of Sunday; and then Younger Brother laid down on my couch and gave a hilarious interpretation of him snoring. It’s amazing how little life these two adults live.
I’m taking my girls and Younger Brother off on a 2 night adventure. We are sleeping over at Grandma and Grandpa’s place and we are going to swim at the beach and hike and have lots of fun. It’s all for free. It’s all places that Mom and her boyfriend could reach with a $20 taxi ride or could arrive at for $6 on public transport. But in the 10 months that I’ve been intimately involved in their lives, I’ve only known them to take the kids out to see a hot rod car show, once to another city in the nearby country and once to the free botanical gardens because Mom’s work organised it. They just don’t seem interested in giving their kids much exposure to life outside the house. No wonder that kids who grow up like this don’t aspire to bigger things, because they have barely been to their own city’s downtown.
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thesimscurator · 7 months ago
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Career World Performance Update
Hello, friends!
I have been closely following the bug thread on the save file corruption bug that got worse with For Rent, and here's the deal:
The corruption is pretty clearly related to hitting some secret limit on the total amount of data one save file can contain. Whether or not you have hit that limit depends, in part, on how much content you have in your game. Suffice to say that as a completely updated, detailed, stuffed-full save file, Career World is either at or near that limit.
While the For Rent version of Career World does not appear corrupted for me, some of you contacted me saying that the version you downloaded already had the orange warning flag over the botanical garden in Willow Creek—the first sign of the corruption bug. So I tried downloading a bunch of CC, opened the save file without changing a thing, and bam! Orange flag. Simply having more content in my catalog was enough to push it over the edge for me. So if you are a player who uses a lot of CC, or even just has more packs than I do (I don't have Journey to Batuu, Bust the Dust, or most of the CAS kits), the For Rent version may start getting corrupted for you as soon as you open it.
Since that sucks and I want the maximum number of people to be able to play this save file, I've gone back and made some data-saving adjustments to the For Rent version of Career World:
Reduced number of rental units — As it turns out, more people have gotten the corruption bug since For Rent because the game reads each rental residential unit as a separate lot, and the total number of lots in the game is a big factor in hitting the data limit. Consequently, I've decided to reduce the number of units by squishing all empty units in each rental residential lot into a single unit called "VACANT." So basically, a building that used to have ten units but only has premade families living in two of them has now been reduced to three units: separate units for each family, and then the other eight units all smooshed together into a frankly very stupid-looking gigantic unit renamed "VACANT" to catch the player's attention. The upshot of this is that if you want to move into one of the many rental residentials in the save file, you will need to enter it in build mode from Manage Worlds first and manually reassign rooms to carve out the unit you want. I personally hate how against the "ready-to-play" principle of the save file this is, but it looks like it's necessary to prevent data bloat and the resulting corruption bug.
Reduced number of sims — The total number of sims in the save file apparently also adds to the data limit issue, so I have taken the liberty of deleting all randomly-generated households from the "Manage Households" tab. When you start, there should now only be households with profession/descriptor names who are there on purpose, not randos with surnames for the household name. The game will autonomously generate more, unfortunately, but the total number should still be kept down by the next measure I took:
Disabled neighborhood stories — Neighborhood stories adds significantly to random sim generation by constantly having households have/adopt kids and pets. And although neighborhood stories also kills sims, my use of coolspear's "delay ghost culling indefinitely" mod to keep around lore ghosts I wanted also meant that the ghosts of dead randos never disappeared—and as far as game data is concerned, that means they still counted against the invisible limit on total sims in the save file. So I have now disabled neighborhood stories completely, for everybody. Reinstate it at your own peril. And that brings me to:
Reinstated ghost culling — Since my unthinking combination of neighborhood stories with delayed ghost culling bloated the save data so much, I have decided, with a heavy heart, to let go of coolspear’s excellent mod, and with it, the ghosts of Princess Cordelia, her many pirate boyfriends, Captain Morgan, and all the other lore ghosts I so painstakingly put into this save file in the first place. Bon voyage, dear friends. Sulani will never be the same without you.
. . . So those are the adjustments. I hope they will make the For Rent version of the save file more playable for many of you, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed hard that they will enable me to keep updating this save file as the sims team releases more content (I actually did put in a little bit of Crystal Creations stuff with this update). That said, if the team keeps releasing new packs and worlds without expanding the data limit in the game engine, we are likely nearing the end of my ability to add to this save file, which makes me sad. If you want to help, please go click "Me too" on the bug thread. The more people reporting they have this, the more likely they are to make it a priority when fixing the game.
And with that, here's the data-saving version of the save file:
Career World (Performance Version)
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