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auclairedetoru · 4 days ago

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"y/n ?”

Sukuna calls out for his roommate. They're currently lounging in the living room, each one doing their own thing. This is typical for them, especially after dinner since they both eat earlier than most people. One would be watching something on TV and the other would be reading or on their phone, occasionally talking but for the most part they sit in comfortable silence.

“Yes, Kuna?”

He holds back from grinning at the new nickname she gave him. Surprisingly, no one in Sukuna's life has ever called him that, but he quite likes it, especially since it came from her.

“Gojo's hosting a party at his and Suguru's place and they're inviting you. Do you wanna go together?”

She didn't hesitate to agree but warned him that it's her first time going to a college party and she might cling to him the whole time they're there because she's probably not going to know a lot of people. He promises her that he will not separate from her and that she'll have a great time, and he offers her solutions for when she gets overwhelmed, which she appreciates greatly.

Sukuna's excited for her to be at the party. He'll get to show her off, have fun with her and his friends, and most importantly, protect her from any unwanted attention. He wants to show that he's strong and capable of protecting her when needed. For what reason? Well, he hasn't figured that part out yet, but he knows for sure that he wants to do that.

Yeah... He definitely doesn't know the reason.

Things are not going as planned for Sukuna... For the most part anyways.

His roommate is having a blast. Satoru and Suguru are amazing hosts because they provided everything for her to be comfortable. Satoru offered her his room in case it all got too much for her and she needs a break, Suguru went out and got her non-alcoholic drinks in the middle of the party because she told him she doesn't drink. All three of them are trying their best to include her in conversations and games so she wouldn't feel pushed aside.

Thankfully, all their efforts are working. She has told them she's having a lot of fun multiple times. No one has bothered her yet, something Sukuna didn't expect because she gets hit on every time they're out together, and don't get him started on the amount of men that approach her at the gym asking for her number.

What he also didn't expect was for him to be hit on. It never usually happens, people are way too intimidated by him. The only time he gets flirted with is at a bar when they're both drunk. But this time, it's different.

If he's honest, he's getting quite annoyed. This girl wouldn't leave him alone. He's been trying to reject her gently all night long, but she seems to not understand what he's trying to say.

At first, she sent her friend who asked him if he was single, he gave them a simple "yes and not looking." answer before going back to playing beer pong.

Then, she approached him herself, talking about "sorry about my friend haha, they're crazy!". He knows that it's all bullshit, he saw them talking to each other in the corner of the room before each one talked to him. He sent her a forced smile and didn't say a word to her but she still wouldn't leave him alone.

And even now, as he sits in a circle with some of the people at the party playing an intense game of Uno, in which she is not participating, she's still trying to squeeze between him and the person to his right, telling him what cards to play and acting like they're a team against everyone else.

He doesn't want to be mean or rude and snap at her, people are just figuring out that he's not an asshole like his looks might give off, but god is it hard to hold back. He wants to tell her to fuck off and that he's not - and will not be - interested in her, but he can't and it's making him even more annoyed.

Y/n on his left has started noticing his annoyed huffs and how he's scooting closer and closer to her every time she hears that girl talk. One quick glance at his face and body language told her everything she needs to know.

Oh how the turn tables... Or whatever the saying is, because Sukuna's plans are about to flip around.

“hey, girl in the sequin top,” y/n calls out just as her turn started, making everyone look at her and the girl breathing down his neck, “can't you get a hint? You're clearly making him uncomfortable.”

The girl huffs and looks y/n up and down, as if she's trying to intimidate her but clearly it didn't work, “who are you to say whether he's uncomfortable or not? He can speak for himself, right Suki?” her voice becomes sickly sweet at the end, almost squeaking in his ear. He wants to vomit at that ugly nickname coming out of her mouth. He doesn't like it, in fact, it's the worst thing he has ever been called, and people have called him way worse offensive things.

He's about to speak up, but y/n quickly (and without realising) interprets him, “Are you dumb on purpose? He's about to sit on my lap trying to get away from you,” she mentions to the nonexisting empty space between them, “you're annoying everyone, leave before you embarrass yourself further.”

The girl scoffs and rises to her feet, her gaze sharpens with a glare as she places a hand on her hip, “if you're looking for a fight then bring it on now!” she declares, her voice laced with almost too much confidence.

Without any hesitation, y/n shrugs off her jacket and rises to her full height. It's clear as day who would win if things got physical. Sequin top girl is shorter than her, even in heels, and it’s obvious that y/n has spent far more time with a punching bag than she ever has.

Y/n raises an eyebrow as the girl swallows hard, her eyes flickering up to meet hers. The shift in her demeanor is unmistakable, her confidence replaced with intimidation. “you're gonna leave now or what?” y/n asks, her tone steady and unbothered.

With a huff, sequin top girl grabs her friend and disappears between the crowd of people, hopefully leaving the house entirely. Y/n sits back down and puts on her jacket, ignoring how everyone is staring at her so her cheeks wouldn't burn any further. Her heart is hammering against her chest, not being used to confrontation, but she is proud to stand up for her roommate.

She quickly plays her turn and thankfully everyone in the circle understood that she doesn't want to keep the attention on what happened and continued the game. She can feel Sukuna staring at her, so she turns to him, hoping he won't notice how flustered she feels, “what are you staring at?”

Sukuna knows that she's not the type to do what she did, she doesn't even like correcting the servers when they get her order wrong, but she stepped out of her comfort zone to defend him when he couldn't do it for himself. He's feeling something in his heart, something he can't describe, but he doesn't hate the feeling, it's nice actually, like a warm blanket wrapped around him on a cold night.

He planned on protecting her, on turning away anyone who would ruin her night, but instead she protected him and stood up for him. If he was lying down his feet would be kicking.

“that was kinda hot.”

“shut up,” she mumbles and looks away from him and towards the ongoing game, clearly too shy to accept his teasing compliment. He chuckles and does the same, not wanting to fluster her more than she's clearly feeling.

One day, he'll return the favour.

Something quick for roomie!sukuna 🤭

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meowsgirldrawing · 1 year ago

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BG3- Upsides to having a tall partner! (Astarion + Tav)

Then the downsides-

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ambersweets134 · 3 months ago

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I love Heisenburg's attitude, but my gay ass is taking her for sure

This took 3 hours and I forgot to eat😭

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moonstruckme · 1 year ago

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OK TALL!READER REQUEST W POLY!MARAUDERS SO MAYBE JUST SOME DOMESTIC FLUFF W READER TEASING THE BOYS ABOUT THEIR HEIGHTS AND STUFF? OR MAYBE LIKE SIRIUS AND READER BEING LIKE A CHAOTIC SHORT-TALL DUO?

Thanks for requesting!

poly!marauders x tall!reader ♡ 555 words

“Sirius,” you whisper loudly, leaning across the table and schooling your expression into one of concern, “do you want me to ask the waitress for a high chair? Can you read the menu alright from that angle?”

Dark brows lower as Sirius glares at you. “I’m fine, thanks,” he says, voice dripping with malice that’s probably at least half feigned. That’s what you tell yourself, at least. “Hey, how’s the weather up there? I didn’t realize mountains could walk.”

“It’s quite nice,” you reply, smiling at him, but James frowns.

“Oi,” he says warningly. “This here is the prettiest mountain I’ve ever seen.”

Remus laughs quietly behind his menu, and you sigh even as James gives your hand a squeeze of solidarity. You’d tried to make a joke at his expense on the way into the cafe, but it had slipped right by him. When you’d asked if he needed you to hold his hand to cross the street, James insecurity-is-a-foreign-concept Potter had only said “Yes, please” and intertwined your fingers, not faltering even when you’d called him Junior. He’s still holding onto it, but at least his fingers waggling between yours makes a fine consolation prize for your failure.

“So she gets to make fun of me,” Sirius objects, “but I don’t get to make fun of her back?”

“Yes.” James bobs his head. “That’s exactly how it works. Way to keep up.”

Sirius curls his lip at the both of you. “Fine. You can keep each other, and I’ll keep Moony.” He wraps a possessive arm around Remus’ waist, and the other boy only gives him a cursory glance as he’s tugged further down the booth and up against Sirius’ side.

You give Sirius a pitying look. “Think you can kiss him if he doesn’t decide to lean down and let you?” you ask him. “You should have chosen James, at least you can sort of reach him.”

Sirius' mouth puckers with an indignance that borders upon violent. “I’ll climb.”

“Mmm, but some of us don’t have to.” You lean over the table, using your height to drop a kiss on Remus’ head where it’s bent over the menu. He looks up in surprise, and beside you, James' face breaks into a grin as pink spreads across the high points of your boyfriend’s cheeks.

“I didn’t ask to be dragged into your quarrel,” Remus says, as sternly as he can while his shoulders are pulling slowly towards his ears.

“Sorry,” you say, and you half mean it, both guilted and endeared by the bashful look in his eyes.

“Oh, don’t be,” James tells you. “Maybe you’ll remind him he’s alive. Can I have one, lovie?” He beams, closing his eyes and angling his face up towards yours.

You laugh, pecking his lips. James’ hand whips up, and you can forget how fast he is sometimes, your chin in his grasp before you can get more than a whisper of air between you. He kisses you three more times in rapid succession, only letting go once he’s fully convinced he’s got you dizzy with affection. And you are, blinking dumbfoundedly at your menu as Sirius snickers across the table.

“Got nothing more to say, have you?” he asks, smug.

“Shut up,” you mutter. “Or I’ll tell the waitress you’ve asked for a kids menu.”

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unconventional-user · 3 months ago

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Statuesque

I'm crawling out the sewers to re-introduce myself. Plus new blog yay!

König and Reader are relatively almost the same height SO I DONT WANNA HEAR NO CANON THAT READER IS 5 FOOT SOMETHING NO THEYRE LIKE 6'5 HELL PROBABLY EVEN TALLER-

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pairing: könig x tall!reader

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* This work was created by @unconventional-user, no re-post(s), you may, however, re-blog. Thank you. *

'How tall are you?'

'Are you a basketball player?'

'Do you wear heels?'

'How's the weather up there?'

These questions were a constant occurrence whenever leave took place. It was a reminder how annoying and entitled people were at times.

Luckily, deployment had come quickly most times, so you wouldn't have to deal with them often.

It's not like there was anything to head back to when 'off duty' anyway.

Parents were several countries overseas as well as other family, friends, and folk. So being called back often wasn't a rare occurrence nor was it annoying...

After joining the Air Force, it was expected of your squadron to work alongside certain groups. You happened to be the lucky few that helped aid the Special Air Services pretty often. It was mainly with transports as well as to help fly troops on missions.

It was nice. Some of the best times honestly.

Britain was a really cool place too.

But the constant travelling back and fourth, US to UK kind of left this uncertainty of which place was your 'true' home.

Almost like an identity crisis sort of.

So after some thinking and request of separation, you moved countries alongside joining the British Army.

Many more years later you're a part of the Special Air Services.

You could say the years in the Air Force might've helped a bit by leaving such positive feedback to them when SAS asked about their new soldier.

Judging from their background, they described as if the "golden child" for helicopter pilots was amongst them:

A once in a lifetime.

A relic of some sorts.

A phenomen.

According to them, you knew how to maneuver the damn chopper 'as if you built it yourself'.

Thus becoming a well recognized name amongst the special forces more specifically.

You'd like to thank the impeccable flying skills for landing you on such a radar.

Still, most of your work went unnoticed the first couple of years in SAS til' they eventually caught someone's eye later on:

"That's some amazing skills there—hello, we haven't met. My name is Kate."

The communication analyst would keep in touch with you after that. She claimed a specific task force officer asked for your wings.

"You know how to maneuver a helicopter better than anyone I've seen in a while. And I'm not the only one who's seen you in action."

Years pass after that, you're still on par with transporting soldiers and the Task Force 141, means you must be doing something right…right?

Shaking off the commotion of thoughts, you drove till the view of a familiar, bordered gateway appeared.

Upon entry, it was time to head over to your station.

Some inspections and loadings later, a shout was heard from afar. Turning towards the culprit, it was none other than Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish.

"Long time no see, aye bonnie?"

Leaning against the rails of the helicopter, he gave a smile. In return you gave one back as you finished clearing the aircraft as: PASS.

"Good afternoon, Sergeant," you chuckled, "I believe I saw you yesterday."

Ignoring the matter-of-fact, he continued on, "Call me Soap. Remember, yer one of us."

Smiling awkwardly, you pretend to re-inspect one of the throttles once again.

To be 'considered' a part of task 141 was…a weird feat or way to put it overall. You were in their squadron as their pilot, but you weren't necessarily with them. You weren't a part of their briefings or any of that.

You were separate from them.

The only one who really 'considered' you as part was Sergeant MacTavish.

Not to say the others were assholes or something. Lieutenant Ghost often would brief a 'good job' or 'nice maneuvering' to you once in a while.

Sergeant Garrick and Captain Price also acknowledged you from time to time, always greeting when deemed necessary.

To put it into simple words…they like your flying skills. You're like a designated pilot for them sort of.

'Way to make it sound like you're just a chauffeur-'

Shaking the thoughts aside once more, you focused on what Johnny said.

"Come again, Sergeant?"

The man chuckled, shaking his head but repeated himself once more. He always found you cute yet attractive. A true bonnie. These small actions never ceased to add to his attraction towards you.

Plus, he liked them tall. He could only imagine you in heels now…

"Wait…so you guys are gonna team up with a whole 'nother group for the mission?" You asked.

Great. Now he had to shake his thoughts aside. Clearing his throat, Johnny nodded.

"Price got told he needed backup for this one. Apparently it's too risky to go alone."

"Sounds rough."

"Aye, Ghost ain't too fond of the idea either."

Didn't look like he was too happy about the situation as well.

Nodding, you understood the lieutenant's 'worry' about being aided by a private contractor unit. Another responsibility and potential liability overall.

Trying to look on the bright side of things, at least they'll be more careful.

"Well…better safe than sorry, right? Plus you guys won't be so bored on the ride there!" You internally cringed at your feeble attempt to cheer the man up.

Hey, at least it made him laugh though.

"Ye ready to deal wit' another crew of dafties 'en, bonnie?"

Laughing, you closed the door to the aircraft.

"I'll see you in a bit, las."

The briefing ends; said Austrian begins heading towards the designated lockers.

Kortac had been called back by the SAS, unsurprisingly. They’d worked alongside the particular military service before (more than a few times).

The report claimed a certain special ops unit would need some assistance on an important mission. The team was ordered to help aid as a “battering ram” of sorts, both pre and post mission.

Of course they knew just who to send alongside for additional aid to the team.

König rolled his eyes, slamming the locker in frustration. He really didn’t want to be here at all. In his eyes, he was assisting a potential enemy. The SAS wasn’t necessarily a foe to KorTac, but it’s not like they were allies either.

So case in point (to König), he was being forced to help the potential enemy.

There were other soldiers sent alongside König. One of them looked over at him, an eyebrow raised, “Alles gut?”

König looked over at the soldier and said nothing, hood completely concealing his annoyed face. He’d rather be anywhere else than here if he’s being honest.

Heading towards the helipad, where he’d meet the rest of his ‘team’ mates, König tripled checked his tactical gear on him before stepping onto the designated helicopter.

His eyes narrowed onto a familiar face—or rather a mask—he had met before. Ghost simply responded back to König’s hostile stare vice versa. Neither said anything, but sat on opposite sides of one another.

No mind was paid to the rest that got onto the helicopter, except for Sergeant MacTavish, who made his entrance known with a hearty laugh followed by an annoyed looking Sergeant Garrick.

After the rest got settled in, Captain Price stood center and went over some key details again, mainly about KorTac’s assistance on the mission. König felt someone’s eyes on him as a chill ran along his neck. He turned his head and saw the same soldier from earlier at the lockers move to sit next to him. Said soldier looked away nervously to avoid the blue eyes.

Komisch. König narrowed his eyes in confusion, but remained silent overall. He felt the soldier lean in, “Is this your first time working with them?” They then gestured their head towards Task force 141. König didn’t acknowledge them and remained quiet. Looking away, he ignored the huff of the—now annoyed— soldier.

“Ist mir doch...”

König ignored the subliminal guilt he felt by acting like he didn’t hear the soldier’s mutterings. Trying to distract himself, he re-checked his tactical gear.

Knife is attached to his side. His tourniquet was in place, perfectly positioned if needed. He had 2 extra stocks on his left thigh—

Thoughts were interrupted as 2 pairs of feet stepped onto the helicopter and the doors were closed. König looked up and he swore he heard himself swallow back a gulp. Thank whatever is up there that he had his hood concealing his face. König could feel his face becoming warm.

Completely ignoring the other pilot officer greeting the team, his eyes focused on you.

Who were you?

You seemed to be standing at almost—if not the same—height as König,

He absolutely loved that.

Eyes fell onto your hands, noticing the lack of a band surrounding it, which he also seemed to love.

He was unsure if he had a visceral reaction to your presence but it felt like when people saw color for the first time. He felt the need to hide his flustered face (even though the hood already does that for him).

Du siehst bezaubernd aus.

He thought, eyes not leaving your form.

As you and the other pilot head towards the cockpit, he couldn't help but ponder.

Was that what many consider ‘love at first sight'? Him? In love?

The idea seemed almost laughable, mainly because he didn't think he could ever imagine him even having the courage to even attempt to pursue someone. Let alone have someone finding him worth being with.

König (sadly) broke his stare by looking at the soldier who jabbed his shoulder. Bothered, he turned towards them with narrowed eyes.

Grinning, the soldier commented, "As they say in America; statuesque."

Stepping towards the helicopter, you could feel your mind calm down. You knew exactly what to do. Tis the moment. You're in the zone.

Ew. That’s literally so cheesy.

You thought as you covered your hand to hide the growing smile.

Your co-pilot turned over at you, “Everything ok?” he asked, confused.

Putting a hand down, you nodded, “Yep. Just…thinking of something.”

He gave you an odd look but didn't perpetuate any further, simply muttering under his breath, “...How’d I get stuck with the tall weirdo?”

You pretend not to hear that, letting out a sigh and stepping onto the helicopter.

The co-pilot flashed everyone a tight-lipped smile as eyes fell onto him first, “Proud to be working with everyone here.” But eyes quickly fell onto the person looming over him.

That person being you.

With a flashed smile and wave, you greeted them, “I’m going to be your eyes in the skies today.”

The assisting team nodded a ‘Yes Officer’ your way. Nodding to the group, you observed them until one of them caught your eye.

The moment your eyes landed on the gentleman in the hood suddenly time had stopped, not noticing when he looked back either. His eyes widened whilst looking like he had choked on the air or something.

He looked a little bit taller than you—only a little—which almost never happens.

He was also oddly cute (considering he had a full on sack over his head).

Suddenly self conscious about appearance, you straighten up and try to hide the blush apparent on your face. If it's obvious, nobody dares say anything.

It probably didn't help that he was staring back at you as well. Interlocked, neither breaking eye-contact till the soldier next to him nudged his shoulder.

Luckily, you were able to gather yourself and head into the cockpit. It seemed like the others had disappeared, leaving only you and him. But you surged on, unaware of eyes following your direction.

Finally out of sight, you were able to find your footing and headed towards the left.

Your co-pilot sat to your right.

Alright, it’s go time.

Snorting, you muttered, “...still so cheesy.”

“Huh?” the co-pilot turned.

“Nothing!”

It was finally over. The mission was done. You could feel the relief washing over as you were able to land on the helipad again.

No casualties (thankfully), except for 2 soldiers who were grazed by bullets. One of them being Ghost, who had apparently saved one of the other soldiers who were shot.

You still remembered upon landing to reach them on the field, Ghost was angrily dragging the other wounded soldier by the vest, holding his shoulder in the process.

One soldier yanked out a med kit as another snatched them away from the lieutenant.

The shouting could be heard from the cockpit as you flew away. You and your co-pilot ignored it and continued to flee the warzone.

As you were able to land, you slowly started feeling at ease.

Even though you’ve been flying for years, the adrenaline and anxiety was still the same every time.

The difficulty was always trying to shake the feeling of nerves off. A good cigarette always seems to ease them away. Speaking of which…

You reached into your lower back pocket; you cursed when you didn’t feel any familiar shaped boxed. Must’ve left the pack in your locker. Luckily, it wasn’t too far.

Headed towards said lockers, someone had walked next to you. Upon looking, no words were exchanged as you were side-to-side with the extremely tall soldier.

You expected him to say something. He didn’t. Simply continue to walk.

You decided to do so instead.

“Hello.”

The hooded man faced you this time with flat eyes. You stopped walking, so did he. Gulping down the nervousness, you took a good look at him.

He was taller than you, even if it was by a couple inches only. He was still taller than you.

“Sorry for bothering but…” chewing on your lip (which he definitely looked at), you confessed, “...I've never seen someone as tall—hell—taller than me. So I just wanted to introduce myself.”

You tell him your name, trying not to seem so upfront about it. He continues to look on for a while, in which you think maybe he didn’t want to talk to you at all.

“König.” is all he (manages to) says and continues to walk (although appearing dull looking towards you, he was internally sweating bullets as well).

“...Well König…I was wondering…if you would like to…maybe hangout, tonight. I'm actually going out to head for some drinks tonight and I thought…” you chuckled nervously while trying not to mumble, he however, cut you off.

“What?” König asked in what seemed an annoyed tone.

Not to him though, he just seemed weary about strangers, plus he didn't really know how to act around someone he seemed to have a crush on. He didn't even think he sounded rude about it.

Which was the problem.

You quickly explained to him, “Well…we don't have to. I swear I just wanted to offer maybe I thought you'd be interested-”

He cut you off again, “Why would I want to spend my time with you?”

Oh god König. If only he knew just how bad he was fucking this up.

Swallowing, you looked away from said man, “Um…nevermind I didn't mean to disturb you, please, forget I ever bothered you haha…” you slowly drifted off, trying to hide the wobble in your lip.

Forcing a smile you began to walk away from him.

König’s eyes widened as you began to walk away.

No. No. No. Nein. Nein-

Was tust du?! He thought as he saw your lips wobble.

Do something before they leave!

“Wait!” He blurted out. This time he didn't seem to care that the surrounding soldiers looked at him.

But when you turned around however, he felt his stomach flutter.

Oh shit now what-

He didn’t know what to say now. So he simply just walked up, grabbed both of your shoulders and explained how he’d love to go out for drinks.

Motivated, you just looked up at him, the genuine smile creeping back onto your face, “Really?”

König felt himself freeze, but nodded regardless:

“Ja.”

“Okay, great…Amazing!” Giving him the details, you headed towards the lockers, the–now–lovestruck smile on your face. König waved until he realized what he just did.

He agreed to go out for drinks. With you.

With you.

What was his issue then? Nothing was wrong with you.

But you wanna go out with him. Him.…now that's a different story.

He was freaking out–not that anyone could tell–König stood still in one spot, till the hand on his shoulder broke him out of it. It was the previous soldier from before:

“Gut?” they tried asking König again, who narrowed his eyes back at them.

“Ja.”

Can you tell this was rushed and kinda a little self indulgent? Yeah, now I feel kinda cringe. Also didn't mean to cut it off so suddenly, maybe to be continued? Maybe.

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genshin-scenarios · 1 year ago

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android au - personal assistant droids

Summary: In a modern-futuristic world, it's possible to create androids that are so advanced, they’re more or less human. There will be 5 android au posts total, each focusing on a different group!

T.D.H. is a line designed to help busy users! They were intended for corporate higher-ups for personal assistant work around the workplace, but because of how attractive their designs are, it's not uncommon for regular people to save up for them to make their everyday lives simpler (and livelier).

Characters: Diluc, Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli, Ayato, Thoma

More like this: Anemo companion droids, Anemo droids who lost their previous user

To have Diluc as a personal assistant feels out of place, to say the least; his demeanor is a little too prince-like, or at least, you can easily imagine him as the heir of a corporation if he was human. So within the first few days you’re quick to ask him to address you casually - you don’t think your conscience can handle having someone like that treating you like a superior.

Diluc does prefer having some sense of structure however, so he still arranges your appointments and keeps track of everything else he was designed to do. He finds comfort in ticking off the tasks on his list, though he’s not sure why you request for him to wear fake glasses every now and then ‘for personal reasons’.

If you have guests over, Diluc makes a talented bartender! Though to your dismay (or joy, depending on you), he’d always limit the amount of alcohol in your drink or omit it entirely. Something about how he’d rather have you conscious even if your guests aren’t, and that if you really wanted to drink, you could do so once you two were alone.

‘Why, do you want me just for yourself, Diluc?’

‘...If that’s what you’d like to hear, I wouldn’t be opposed to taking that as an order.’

Childe is the kind of assistant droid who you never see actually doing work. He makes it seem like all he does is chat with people and dote on you, but you’re aware that once you aren’t around, he makes sure to run through his checklist and finish off the accounts for the month in his head. Such was the wonders of technology, to allow him to upload files to a cloud system without needing to physically type things down.

He’s also very attentive, though you didn’t realize this at first because of how talkative he was. Distracted by his jokes and charms, you almost forget that Childe really is looking out for you every step of the way until he has his arm around you - not to flirt, but to keep you from bumping into the crowd of people on the street.

Childe is a good cook, but what he likes even more is asking you to taste-test his creations. While he can’t actually consume food, he has sensors on his tongue that allow him to detect flavors (very useful for when he’s buying desserts or snacks, and needed to try samples to see if they fit your taste).

‘A house-husband? Well, I guess that’s technically what I am. But don’t forget I can fight too, Master~’

Have someone you need to email or call but you really don’t want to? That's where Kaeya comes along to take care of your social interactions!

Jokes aside, he really is the most talkative model in this collection. Sly as he is, Kaeya isn't a stranger to figuring out which people or tasks you dislike, and rewards you with a gift after you finally drag your feet to get it over with.

He’s good at countering procrastination in this way, such as buying your favorite snacks or preparing a movie night for you when you get home. Kaeya sometimes dries your hair for you too after you shower, and quietly muses that you probably had a long day, when you doze off before the movie manages to cross the fifteen-minute mark.

Kaeya enjoys driving or escorting you to places too, knowing full-well he looks like a doting boyfriend when he does so. He dresses stylishly and would talk to passersby while waiting, telling them about this wonderful and super-important person… only to welcome you with the same amount of grandeur. He finds it cute when you half-heartedly scold him for it, saying he’ll make people misunderstand the situation.

‘What is there to misunderstand, Y/N? I thought you said we’d be together for as long as you lived? I was rather looking forward to that.’

An encyclopedia of knowledge, Zhongli has an elegant personality and voice that you could listen to for hours. He’s rather adept at keeping track of your accounting needs in particular, though you’ve learned quickly that he has a rather skewed sense of money when he spends it himself—you had to send him to buy last-minute groceries because you already started cooking at home, only for him to return with… way too many of the same ingredient, because it was on promotion.

That aside, Zhongli does emphasize the need to manage your mental and physical health quite a lot. He makes you medicinal teas and offers to give you massages quite regularly, though there’s nothing scarier than his offer to do chiropractic maneuvers at home… you tried to change the topic quickly after that, telling him you’re feeling great - so there’s no need for such a thing!

As much as he likes to ramble about topics that he’s interested in, Zhongli is an android that listens to you very well. He’d take note of information that might be useful in the future, such as things you said you’d like to buy or were curious about.

‘Today I thought it’d be beneficial to attempt an acupuncture treatment. …Just kidding. I heard that the flowers in the park would be blooming this season. Shall we go on a walk?’

Ayato's a little picky with his users. They don’t have to be rich corporate heirs or someone of prestige, but Ayato is an android with a personality that gets bored easily; he even comes with a warning label that he might get up to shenanigans if paired with an incompatible user, but once he finds a person intriguing enough, he’s loyal to a fault.

Sure, he still enjoys teasing you and keeping you on your toes, but for the most part Ayato practically sees you as the center of his world, though he presents himself to suggest otherwise. His work record is absolutely spotless, and sometimes he even predicts what you might request from him before you have to, getting it done while saying it’s all in a day’s work.

Just make sure you don’t let him cook unsupervised, as Ayato is quite curious about… experimenting with flavors, you could say. By which you mean he’d add the randomest ingredients into an otherwise normal recipe, which would sometimes be too adventurous for your palette to handle.

You realize just how much he dotes on you during one rainy day, where Ayato walks you home under an umbrella as he asks how your day was. In moments like that, his expression is just soft enough that you might be fooled into thinking it was love.

The perfect model for tired users, Thoma has a caring personality that warms the heart. Cooking, cleaning, and making sure you wake up on time? He's got it all covered!

Honestly, you don’t think your place has felt this homey until Thoma got here. During the first few days he asked you what you’d like out of your home - what activities you do to wind down, how often you work on your laptop, and other details. You thought these were just conversation starters at first, until weeks later, you started to see the vision of what he wished to give to you:

A place where you could shed away the worries and expectations of the outside world. To rest safely and feel reinvigorated by the time you had to go out again - sometimes with Thoma in tow as he busied himself with self-appointed tasks (related to housekeeping). You realize after a while that Thoma views the upkeep of your home as a source of pride.

He likes to knit and crochet items for you whenever he has time, too. Little accessories to put on top of headphones, beanies, and even blankets to use around the house. Once, when the weather was unbearably cold and the heater wasn’t working, Thoma forgot his lack of body heat and attempted to warm up your hands with his own.

#yes i really just named this line ‘tall dark handsome’ (TDH)#diluc ragnivindr x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #ayato x reader #thoma x reader #kamisato ayato #genshin x reader #genshin reader insert #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #zhongli genshin impact #childe tartaglia ajax #traveler wishes

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lieutenantselnia · 3 months ago

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F/o list meme because I miss posting about them but don't have all to much energy for other stuff currently, so memes it is😂 I lowkey wanna do more of these alignment chart memes now (both self ship and others), they're just fun :D

Template by @strawberry-selfships!

#when I saw this I just KNEW I had to put Piett in the bottom left one😂 he's like my only f/o who's not super tall😭#also counted Thrawn as my oldest f/o in this one even though I've had other fictional crushes before him #but either I don't ship with them anymore orI didn't actually consider them an f/o until much later #like in Grievous case I sorta had a crush on him when I was like 13/14 but just - didn't realise I could make up a character to ship w/ him #with Thrawn I didn't know yet was self shipping was either but I read like x reader stories and imagined myself being together with him #+ I started learning how to draw mainly so I could draw myself with him (and then never actually did oops💀)#and even though I don't really actively ship myself with him now he's just kinda been there for about 5 years now #also the one with Doof is probably just how I feel about him but I just really think he's so cute🥺💕💕#self ship #self insert x canon #self ship meme #thrawn #davy jones #the horned king #maximilian veers #heinz doofenshmirtz #yogar lyste #firmus piett #general grievous #hector barbossa #damn that's a lotta names #selniasposts

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justakiro · 1 year ago

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✧KABEDONED

⌘TWISTED WONDERLAND

✧GENDER NEUTRAL READER (TALL)

Small a/n: basically them getting kabedoned by you! Hope u enjoy.

Be warned that this may be a bit ooc since I don't actually play the game.

Ft. Riddle, Leona, Malleus, Idia

RIDDLE:

Poor Riddle just walking peacefully until a student 'accidentally' fired off a spell which coincidentally was targeted at him

Luckily his beloved savior was there and managed to pull him backwards to dodge the spell!

What both of you didn't expect was to tumble both together to the floor faces inches apart from each other

You were above him both of your hands pinning him down on the floor, he could hear you breathing right beside his ear while both of you were on the ground

You swear you could practically hear his heart pounding in his chest while he was scrambling to get out of this situation with his face red as his hair

The poor student who accidentally fired off the spell was collared and greeted with a red face Riddle who was both flustered and angry

LEONA:

Was it just you or was Leona being extra pestering this day?

Leona would pamper and tease you much more than normal and it was getting on your nerves

You tried to recall what you did to make him do things he wouldn't normally do but nothing came across your mind

This went on for days until you finally got tired of him and pinned him to a nearby wall where no students can be seen

You were towering over him with your gaze, one of your hand slammed towards the wall making it slightly shake cornering Leona by the wall

You snapped back to reality a few seconds later, your cheeks being red from what you just did

You quickly apologized to a shocked Leona and ran as fast as you could back to your dorm

Leona would stand there a bit of red in his cheeks but with a cocky grin. He smirked, a bit more amused to see you again after this.

MALLEUS:

You may be tall, but Malleus is a giant, so just imagine a confused Malleus pinned to the wall in a private area

You had amazing rizz, gotta respect that.

Would most likely ask Lilia about this and be even more confused when Lilia laughs it off

Humans have such weird flirting strategies

If he does find out, he will pull a reverse card and try it on you, he will be a bit hesitant at first since this is a foreign thing for him. But nevers hurts to try something new

Is satisfied when he sees you flustered or embarrassed and will do it again

IDIA:

Cocky motherfucker

He surprisingly sometimes gets on your nerves on his little sassy and judgmental comments

Now picture you and idia, body inches away from each other, with some random imaginary flowers falling and love music playing in the background

His hair would immediately go pink while squirming, it suprises you sometimes that this is the same idia.

He's be so confused and flustered on why we are like in an anime or otome game, and why is he the 'weak damsel' in this position. He would've preferred if he was the big one you know? But, in the bottom of his heart, he didn't mind this position.

When you finally realized what your doing and retract your arm, idia is on the floor, hood up knees close to him and begging for the darkness to swallow him.

An note//: Yeah im gonna start uploading more frequently this time. Capice

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twitterpated-passion · 1 year ago

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Rainy Days | Monster Boyfriend

You used to love the rain, and the sound of it still calmed you down, but you stopped liking it as much when you met him.

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It was a rainy day, you were on your porch, letting it hit the hanging roof as you sat in your chair, rocking in your chair before you heard a noise, something that sounded a lot like static. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up and you tensed as the sound got louder, the creature getting closer to you. The static sounded pained, and you were ready to walk right back inside, but in the middle of standing up, the static was the loudest it’s been in that moment, and you knew why. You felt it, and you heard the static quiet down second by second. They were right beside you.

You kept your eyes down, a shaky breath leaving your lungs and you sat back down, hoping that the rain stopped soon.

A moment later, there was another noise, something calmer, something meant for you to hear. You still didn’t look up. You didn’t want to. You’ve heard of creatures like this one, humanoid in stature, but very quick to show someone that they were not if pushed over the very thin line they had.

You saw the deep grey hands belonging to them, wilted flowers gripped tightly in their hand, the petals occasionally dripping droplets of water. They made another noise, something that sounded akin to a ‘hello’ and then a quick ‘thank you’.

You only nodded, relief flooding your system when they stepped out of the way for you to rush to your front door, your head dipped down to the floor. You allowed them to stay on the porch, but you went inside your house.

When you shut the door, you finally looked up and slowly walked to the window, pulling back the curtains and glancing at the creature, spotting a mop of black hair on their head, heterochromic eyes a bright green and purple. They stared at the ground before taking a couple cautious steps to the chair you were just in before sitting down, lanky limbs splaying awkwardly on the wooden chair.

It didn’t take them long to get comfortable, finding a position that worked for them before they decided to glance back, eyes meeting yours. You heard another faint noise, and then you saw a small smile on their lips, aimed directly towards you.

And when the storm ended and the rain stopped, they disappeared, but not before knocking on your door. When you opened it, they were gone, but the same bouquet of flowers was there, on your welcome mat.

^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^

The next couple times you saw him, it wasn’t raining, but he continued to spend hours with you, simply being in your presence, making small noises that sounded like words, and you responded to them. And when he left, he always left little gifts. At first, they were always on your welcome mat, but recently he’s started outright handing them to you, a lower here and there, a pretty rock occasionally, and then there were things you hoped he didn’t steal from the village nearby, but you never wanted to confirm.

Now was no different, but before you even had a chance to say anything, he handed you the gift, putting a sheer cloth in your hand before pointing to it and then using his lanky hand to cover your eyes before making another noise, one that sounded a lot like ‘wear’.

You closed your eyes before tilting your head up at him, cocking your head to the side. “Adonis? You want me to wear this?”

He made another sound in response, ‘yes’. You obliged, happy he still hasn’t complained about the name you gave him before tying the cloth around your eyes, opening them. You kept your eyes down, trying to get used to the feel of fabric around your face and your sight now being colored a light blue before he tapped your chin and brought your eyes up to his, but instead of reacting poorly, he acted as if you were looking at him through the window. He was calm, happy even.

Your cheeks flushed at the contact and you wanted it back when he pulled his hand away. He made a string of noises, a smile on his face as he took a step closer, ‘you can look at me now’.

“I suppose I can,” you responded. “Thank you, Adonis.”

His smile widened and he brought his hands together, walking over to the second chair you put out, sitting down in the chair and crossing his legs under him, tucking his hands in his lap. You sat down beside him, keeping your eyes on his as he ‘talked’ to you about his week, your ears catching onto enough to keep the context going, your brain filling the blanks in for you.

But when he brought up his parents and family wanting to meet you, his mate, you stopped him quickly, your brows furrowing behind the fabric. “Woah woah, slow down Adonis. Mate? What’s that about?”

He stopped and looked at you, the edges of his hair falling slightly to the side as he tilted his head. His brows pinched together before grabbing your wrist before his fingers grab the bracelet he gave you one of his visits before pointing to him, another string of noises leaving him, ‘you accepted my gifts. Makes you mate’.

Your heart almost skipped three beats, your eyes widening as everything crashed down onto you. You had no fucking idea what you just got yourself into…not a single clue. “...Mates…as in soulmates?”

He shrugged once before nodding at your words. You pulled in a breath, mumbling under your breath, “Son of a bitch…”

Adonis was nice, sweet and you were able to admit you thought he was attractive, but you just thought he was being nice…not courting you in a way you didn’t understand. Though, you should’ve looked into his kind more, but it wasn’t like you thought it was necessary.

You looked up at him again and nodded. “...Right…right…”

How were you supposed to deal with this? It’s not like you could say you weren’t his mate, in his eyes you were and…well…you didn’t want to break his heart, he obviously seems excited. Maybe his family won’t accept you…and he’s very family oriented so he can’t be with someone his family doesn’t approve of…that’s a plan.

It was something…if not, you…you were in one hell of a ride.

^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^-^

Turns out that Adonis’ family loves humans…and you were the star of the show that night. They even mentioned that naming was also part of the mating process, so you really just fucked yourself right up.

But it was a week after meeting his family and two after being told you were Adonis’ mate, and, thinking back on it, you really didn’t mind it all that much anymore. He wasn’t the worst guy to be tied to…sure, you were gonna have to wear the cloth over your eyes until you figure out how to look at him without angering him, which was something that you learned was out of his control and something he wished he was able to change about himself. But was it really that bad?

You glanced over at Adonis, seeing his legs tucked under him as he sat in the chair, hands delicately holding the mug you handed him when you stepped out with your coffee, taking a sip of the bitter liquid and letting it run down your throat. You sat beside him, watching him gracefully move the mug to one hand as he held out the other, palm up, a small, silent question, asking if you were going to hold his hand.

You moved a hand from your mug and placed it in his, letting him hold it tightly, feeling three squeezes to it. He lets out a noise, your name. You hummed and glanced over at him, cloth over your eyes. “Yea?”

‘You’re quiet. Is everything ok?’ You paused again and nodded after a long moment.

“Yea, I’m fine, Adonis, don’t worry about me,” you said, trying to be reassuring. “I just…I’m thinking. And it’s a good morning, sometimes you just wanna stay quiet during a good morning…”

He nodded, but didn’t look like he believed you, squeezing your hand again. ‘Are you sure?’

You nodded again. “Yep. I’m good.”

‘You don’t look fine.’ The string of noises was soft, and you found yourself translating the noises instead of just having your head piece together what the context was. ‘Talk to me. What are you thinking about at least?’

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. Do you tell him? How do you break it to him? “...Well…it’s uh…I’ve been thinking about us…and about the whole ‘mate’ thing.”

‘Right. You’re my mate, what about it?’ You let out a breath.

“I…uh- I wasn’t expecting to become your mate…I didn’t know that accepting your gifts would do that and well…I already met your family and they seemed to like me…but-” He cut you off, and you almost saw hurt cross his face.

‘But you don’t want to be my mate.’ Your lips parted slightly, and you weren’t quick enough to backtrack before he pulled his hand away. ‘That’s all you had to say.’

“But that’s not what I was going to say, Adonis…” You set your mug down on the wood floor beside your chair, reaching out of his hand again. “I’m fine with being your mate…I like it. I just…I wasn’t expecting it and it’s so sudden and…”

You sighed. “I don’t want you to think that I don’t like it, much less hate it. But it was fast…and I didn’t know.”

He visibly relaxed, nodding. ‘...Oh…’

“Yea…” You let out a breath of relief when you felt his hand grab yours again. “It’s fast. Very fast.”

He nodded again, thin black eyebrows pinching together, something you had to resist the urge to smooth before he talked again, ‘Do you want to go slow?’

A small smile touched your lips and you nodded back, relief flooding through your system. “Yea, that’s exactly what I want.”

There was a moment of silence, the tension thick between you two before he squeezed your hand. He parted his lips to speak again, but you both heard it before you saw it: the rolling thunder, promising a heavy storm.

The rain followed quickly, the wind blowing it on your porch as you got up, helping Adonis out of his seat before ushering him into your cottage, shutting the door behind the both of you.

Adonis had been inside your cottage a couple times, but every time he was able to go inside, he looked at it in awe, like it was somehow a masterpiece when it was just your multiple aesthetics thrown together in a big pile. This time though, he made himself home on your couch, staring down into his mug as his thumb ran along the rim. ‘I don’t know how to take something like this slow.’

The admittance was a surprise to you, something you weren’t expecting. “What?”

‘Mating with my people is quick…easy…’ he let out an audible sigh, ‘most of my kind have a child by the end of the first year their mate and them have been official.’

Your eyes widened, something he caught, even behind the cloth. ‘We don’t have to do that,’ he reassured you. ‘My family didn’t have children until years after. My parents mated young and wanted to live life a little.’

“Your parents get it,” you said, trying to joke a little. Adonis managed a little smile. “...Look, I…I think I could feel something for you, I really do, but it…it’s not as fast as it might’ve been for you.”

He nodded. ‘That’s alright. I’ll wait for you.’

And wait for you he did.

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It took a year, but he never stopped visiting you, instead, he practically moved into your cottage with how often he stayed, proving to be one hell of a cook. You still had to wear the cloth sometimes, but mirrors helped with looking at his face without angering him.

You’re sitting across your kitchen table, cloth on, white now ‘cause it was easier on your eyes. You look up at him, giving him a little smile before you nudged his hand, relishing in the way he took yours and held it comfortingly. ‘Yea?’

“I…uh…I have to confess something. Which means we need to talk,” you said suddenly, almost chuckling at the panic on his face, knowing it’s only good news.

It took a year. But it was a short year, you hardly even could tell it passed with how much fun you had in it. You spent almost every day with Adonis, sometimes visiting his family, and…you couldn’t help but fall in love with him, with his little mannerisms, the way he grumbled when something happened that he wasn’t fond of, no matter if it was fictional or real, or when it was sunny, he put little wild flowers in his hair and practically begged to do the same to your hair, which you couldn’t help but agree to. You just couldn’t help it. You fell for him, and you fell fast.

‘...About?’ Adonis asked after a moment. ‘What happened?’

“It’s nothing bad,” you said. “But…I- I want to continue with the mating process.”

His eyes widened and a smile bloomed on his face. He looked elated. “Believe it or not…I fell in love with you. It took a year, but I’m confident enough to say that I love you. I love you a lot, Adonis.”

His smile grew to a full blown grin and you can tell he was moving faster than his mind was, his lanky body moving across the table to capture your lips in his, a skinny hand snaking to the back of your neck to help you tilt your head up to kiss him comfortably. You let out a noise of surprise, but your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you kissed him back, hands lifting and digging into his loose shirt, lips moving against his in a dance, something you never want to get away from..

It took a moment, a long, drawn out moment, but you both pulled away for air, chests heaving as you two tried to pull in as much air as you could from the kiss. “Wow.”

He smiled again, looking proud of himself before nodding in agreement. ‘Wow…’

You stood up, tugged him down and kissed him again, smiling against his lips before pulling away. You opened your mouth, ready to speak again before hearing thunder, a small snort leaving you. “Guess you’re staying for a while, Adonis.”

He nodded again. ‘Not that I’m complaining.’

“You better not be,” you teased, grabbing his hands and pulling his body flush against yours, looking up at him happily. So so very much in love. You two stood there in silence for a moment, letting the rain be background noise, relaxing you as you kept him from panicking at the noise, softly littering him with praises and the occasional kiss.

It got as far as your bedroom, where the two of you were laying in bed, Adonis curled around you, his legs too long to do anything but that. The rain tried to lull you to sleep, but you kept blinking yourself awake, watching Adonis as he listened to some music through your headphones, not looking too awake himself.

You pushed some of his hair behind his ear, smiling lightly before sighing, resting your head on his shoulder. You wondered what he chose to listen to that could make him so sleepy, but then again, you were reacting the same exact way towards rain, so you decided not to ask, only blinking yourself awake a couple more times until you finally drift off to sleep, the last thing you feel being Adonis’ skinny arm wrapping around your waist, one of his legs going between yours.

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You were at his parents’ again, this time with more than just Adonis’ parents and two siblings, oh no. This time his whole family was here, towering over you and the man you considered a giant. Though he did mention being smaller than the other men in his family.

Practically on Adonis’ lap, he held you close to him, adjusting the cloth around your eyes when it got too loose, or carrying on with banter some of his family members started, even encouraging you when you joked around with his sisters, fitting right in despite being the only human in the house.

After an hour of it though, Adonis moved his hands to yours, rubbing the backs of them with his thumb, mumbling in your ear, ‘You know how much I love you, right?’

You nodded, looking back at him with a small smile. “‘Course I do, Babes, you don’t have to remind me, y’know that?”

He lowered his face to your neck and you could feel his lips quirk up. ‘Yea, I just like saying it. But I said it for a reason this time.’

“Yea? And what’s the reason?” You asked with a low voice, grabbing his other hand. You narrowed your eyes and decided to lighten the slowly tensing mood, teasing him, “You’re not about to propose, are you?”

Adonis paused and your expression fell before your eyes widened as he muttered against your skin, ‘Well not anymore, you ruined the mood.’

“No,” You said, carrying the ‘o’ before shaking him a little. “I didn’t, c’mon, you can still do it, I’ll be serious.”

You didn’t notice the knowing looks that his family shot the both of you. If you did, you would’ve realized that he clearly had it planned from the start, and that would’ve only made you feel guiltier than you already did at that moment.

“C’mon, do it, please?” You asked him, squeezing his hands. “I promise I’ll be serious.”

You batted your eyelashes at him and put on the best pout you could manage. Ever the pushover, Adonis made a big deal out of sighing and nodding, moving one of his hands before pulling out the ring from his pocket.

He simply held it out to you, and you finally noticed the silence in the room, glancing around at his family, seeing them all staring at you. Your cheeks flushed and you bit your lip, only to turn back to face Adonis, press a chaste kiss to his lips and take the ring, slipping it on your finger.

Then the silence turned to small cheers and your gaze fell to the ring, noticing the simple gold band and smiling at your birthstone and onyx gems, swapping through the entirety of the ring. You kissed Adonis again and smiled up at him, pressing your lips against his one more time for good measure.

The rest of the night was a party for the both of you and you sighed softly, happily, every time you looked down at the ring.

You don’t like rainy days as much as you used to, but, if you’re being completely honest? You don’t really care. Not when you have him.

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auclairedetoru · 21 days ago

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Hello! I'm a little nervous because I haven't requested anything in a long time, but I was hoping that maybe you could write something for Gojo with a tall, muscular fem reader? Maybe some headcanons? The buff girlies hardly get any love. Thank you 🥺

- 👾Anon

Absolutely! I've noticed the majority of the time the reader is always described as smaller than the character, which don't get me wrong, I love feeling petite and adorable in fiction since that's not the reality 😭 but the strong tall girlies deserve representation too, that's why in my roomie! Sukuna story I made the reader a boxer!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Oh you asked Gojo about his girlfriend? Oof, get ready for him to talk your ear off.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He'll tell you all about her personality. How she's incredibly sweet, and she takes care of him and his students and friends with all the love in her heart, and she's so smart, he's pretty sure whoever made her chose only the best qualities.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 And then he starts talking about her looks and physique... Oh boy, if he wasn't hyper excited before, he's gonna be now.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The first thing you'd notice about Gojo is how fucking tall he is. He's nearly 191cm, 6'3 in freedom units. He could very easily cosplay slenderman. People have a hard time looking up at him because their necks start to hurt after a little while, but... Not his girlfriend.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 She isn't as tall as Gojo, but she can make eye contact with him with ease, and he LOVES it! He can wrap his arms around her shoulders and hug her, he can kiss her without bowing down nearly 90 degrees, he can give her piggy back rides without having her stand on a chair first. He just loves her height, it was perfect, like she was made that tall just for him.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Then there's her strength, and no, not the mental strength, but physical. Every time he sees her wearing shorts and/or sleeveless shirts, he goes feral. She makes him feel like a Victorian man seeing ankles for the first time, or like a school girl with a crush.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His girlfriend trains hard everyday, and over time she has built very strong muscles that make Gojo salivate. His favourite thing to do is bite them, which earned him the nickname "vampire Toru" and every time she feels his teeth sink into her arms or thighs, she'd say something along the line of “uh oh, vampire Toru is awake!”. Namami told him that if he had a tail it would start wagging because of that one simple sentence.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Gojo loves play fighting with her because she manhandles him with no fear of hurting him and it drives him crazy. Sometimes he lets her win just so she can pin him down on the floor, he would playfully gasp with a hand in front of his mouth to make her giggle, but the blush on his cheeks is very real.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When his students met her for the first time, they were in awe (except for Megumi who already knew her). Her smile and voice were so sweet, but everything else about her would definitely crush them with a flick of her finger.

“Your shoulders are very broad.”

“thank you! I worked very hard on them.”

“and you're so tall.”

“you'll catch up to me eventually.”

“... Can you teach me how to be like you?”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 At first, Gojo didn't like that, he was supposed to be their role model, not his girlfriend! He huffed and pouted when they ignored him and focused on her instead, but when he got home and his pretty girl showered him in cuddles and kisses and told him he is still her number one, he was back to his happy self.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Speaking of cuddles, Gojo loves when she holds him and vise versa. He never believed in soulmates, but with the way they fit in each other's arms no matter who's the little and big spoon, he started to believe she really is the other half meant for him and him only.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He doesn't have a favourite love language with her, because they were all his favourite ways of loving her. Whether it's through kisses, gifts, words, he does them all. He knows that the world has been harsh on her given that she doesn't look like what people think a woman should look like, so he tries his best to give her back the confidence they have taken away from her.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Over the years and with the help of Gojo, she has become so confident and secure in herself. She stopped hunching over and hiding behind baggy clothes and now stands tall and wears whatever she wants, because she found someone who loves her for the things she thought made her unlovable.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 So yeah, his biggest flex is his tall and buff girlfriend.

It went into a totally different direction than what I had in mind but I hope you like it!

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