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[pastelpaints]

Counting

Todoroki shoto x reader

Warnings: mutual pining(but neither knows), yearning shoto(but not even he knows), gender neutral reader, reader is in the hospital, I still suck at endings, switches between shoto and readers pov but it’s not in first person, ooc shoto todoroki(?), not proofread

Word count: 1.3k

The hospital room was cold, and the thin gown the nurse had changed you into was doing absolutely nothing to keep you warm. Your fingers shook as they gripped the blanket that was covering only half of you. You pulled it up to your chest and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to form some kind of heat.

You stared at the ceiling, it hadn’t changed since you looked at it just a couple minutes ago, but there wasn’t much else for you to do in the cramped room. There was a cast on your leg now but just a few hours ago you couldn’t feel a single thing there. The doctor that had examined you and had tried to fix that problem. He did a pretty good job considering there was feeling back in your leg now. Your toes moved slightly, restricted by the cast that ran up from the middle of your foot to just under your knee.

It seemed like one thing after another, first your leg went numb, then you got feeling back but had to wear a cast. Hospitals had a way of doing that, making everything seem endless. Most people didn’t like hospitals because they usually carried bad news with them. Bad news is always a bitter pill to swallow.

You had to swallow one of those pills earlier when you were told your leg would need to go through physical therapy even after it was out of a cast. Your leg was the worst of the injuries you had obtained, but that didn’t mean the other ones didn’t hurt. You had a large gash on the left side of your stomach, right under your chest. That one hurt every single time you tried to move. Every movement of yours felt completely futile, you couldn’t even sit up without a sharp flash of pain running up your whole body.

You closed your eyes, preparing for pain as you attempted to sit up once more. You bit your lip to keep in your whines, you moved to-

Creeeeek

Your body froze and your head whipped towards the door, you were mid movement when you heard the sound. You and the person locked eyes and your body immediately relaxed. You lowered yourself back down slowly.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were sleeping so I tried to be quiet.”

“I wasn’t sleeping, Todoroki, you’re fine.”

He nodded his head at your reassurance.

“May I come in?” He asked, voice soft. It seemed as if he was scared to spook you.

You laughed gently at his timidity. “You’re always welcome wherever I am.”

He stepped in, closing the door behind him. “As are you where I am.” He agrees.

He made his way to your bed, pulling up a chair that was in the room for visitors as himself. He wanted to be as close to you as possible. He wasn’t doing so well at the moment. When he had heard that you had gotten into a serious fight with a villain during your work study, he freaked out. Your guardian didn’t help much either, considering they were freaking out while explaining to him that you were now in the hospital and in surgery.

He had rushed over as soon as he could, demanding his father dismiss him from his studies just for a while. Luckily, his father was currently trying to make amends for the awful decisions he had made when Shoto was just a kid, so Todoroki played his cards right and managed to get out quicker than anticipated.

“How do you feel?” He wanted to reach out and touch you but wasn’t sure if that would be appropriate.

“Eh I’m fine, kinda bored though.”

“The next time I visit I could bring you something to do.”

“No, I’m supposed to get out tomorrow. It would just be a waste, but thank you.” Todoroki had always been considerate, he was very kind and never hesitated when helping you.

“Oh…well that’s good then.”

You nodded in agreement, you had only been here for two days and were already wanting to run out the door like some kind of prison escape mission. Hospitals should really add more color to the place, to make it more lively. It was just a few windows and a blue border away from being a white room.

“Yeah, I’m ready to get out.”

“Hospitals aren’t the nicest place to be. Has anyone come to visit you?”

“Besides you and my guardian? No.”

“Really? I would expect some of our classmates to visit.” Class 1-A was very tight. When someone got injured they would all immediately worry, it was honestly kinda sweet. Shoto hadn’t grown up with such worry, it was nice having people care.

“They texted, but they’re all busy with their own internships.”

“Ahh that makes sense.”

“I was surprised that you even showed up.”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” That wasn’t a total lie, but he may have downplayed how he actually felt. Before he met you, he hadn’t realized that someone could be so full of light. You had helped him through so many things, whenever he needed something you were right there. Not to mention how observant you were, not many people noticed when he was feeling down because he was hard to read, but everyone single time he wasn’t feeling well, you knew. No matter what you were always the first one to check on him.

His chest started to feel tight whenever he was around you and the tips of his ears would get hot. He didn’t exactly know what made him feel this way, but for some reason, he didn’t want it to go away.

“Well I appreciate it very much. I’ve been wanting someone to talk to. I’ve counted how many times the ceiling has at least a million times.”

Todoroki smiled softly into the palm of his hand, he didn’t want you to drop dead. “So how many tiles does it have?”

“25.”

“Well that’s not a lot, it wouldn't take long to count. I see why you counted so fast.”

“Mhm…kinda wish it had smaller tiles. That would be less boring.”

An alarm started to echo through the room. “Oh I’m sorry, that’s mine.” He apologized.

“Oh what for?”

“I can’t stay long, so I set a timer to remind me.”

“You’re always so good at estimating, why would you need a timer?” Truth be told, todokroki usually didn’t need a timer for something so simple as knowing when to leave. You were right, he was really good at estimating. If he put something in the oven for ten minutes, he didn’t need a timer or a phone because he would know. More times than not that would work for him.

That would work with anyone other than you. With you time either seemed to go extremely fast or say too slow. No matter which it was, Shoto would wish there were more time in a day so that he could spend it with you.

“Oh I just…wanted to make sure.” Why did he lie? He was terrible at lying!

You raised an eyebrow, Todoroki sucked at lying. He seemed quite nervous though so you didn’t pester him. “…ok, whatever you say.” You shrugged. If he didn’t want to tell you, he didn’t have to. That didn’t mean you wouldn’t still be curious though.

He started to stand up, pushing the chair back into its original place. “I really wish I could stay longer, but endeavor needs me back for some important thing he wants to show me, Midoriya and Bakugo.”

Your face fell slightly, you were really enjoying his company. He hadn’t even been here that long. “Oh ok, well I’ll see you soon.”

“Yes, you will.” He nodded. “Text me when you get discharged tomorrow, I’ll pick you up and we can go out to eat.”

You smiled. “That’d be nice.”

“Great, I’ll see you then.” He waited to turn around before a smile of his own appeared.

The door closed softly behind him and you were left to your own thoughts again, but this time they weren’t about how bad your situation was. Instead they were about a certain dual colored haired boy who made your heart skip a beat without even trying.

[rllyobsessedgirlie]

Honesty on the rocks

Summary: Alcohol gives Shouto the courage to finally tell you how he feels after rejecting you years ago. (Angst/comfort)

Featuring - drunk Shouto Todoroki

You touched up your lip combo in the mirror, smoothed down your skirt, and gave yourself one last look before returning to the dinner table.

As you walked back into the private room and slipped into your seat beside Mina, you couldn’t help but glance across the table at Shouto.

He was laughing quietly at something Kirishima had said, a drink in his hand.

Everyone from U.A. was here tonight.

You had said hello to almost everyone, catching up with old friends and falling into conversations that made it feel like you were back in college again.

Almost everyone.

You still found yourself hesitating whenever it came to Shouto. You hadn’t spoken much since graduating college.

You had finally built up enough courage to confess your feelings to him back then.

You remembered how nervous you had been. How carefully you had rehearsed what you wanted to say, only for Shouto to gently turn you down.

He hadn’t been cruel about it; and that’s what made it harder.

He had told you he wasn’t looking for a relationship. That there were still things he needed to work through, especially when it came to his family. He had said he didn’t want to start something with you when he knew he couldn’t give it the attention it deserved.

You had understood.

Understanding why someone didn’t want you didn’t make rejection hurt any less.

You had gone home that night with a smile on your face and cried about it later.

And eventually, you had moved on. Or at least, you had gotten very good at pretending you had. You had been on dates and had a situationship or two, but nothing stuck.

“Shots!” Sero’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

He threw an arm around your shoulders and held a shot glass out toward you.

You laughed, accepting it.

You could always rely on Sero to drag everyone into the festivities.

The rest of the night passed in a blur.

Sake bottles emptied quickly, the Japanese barbecue grills were fired up, and plates of expensive meat were passed around the table. Laughter filled the room, loud enough to drown out the awkwardness you’d felt earlier.

For a few hours, you forgot about Shouto.

You forgot about the confession.

You forgot about the way his rejection had once made you question whether you had imagined every moment of closeness between you.

Instead, you were just surrounded by old friends. It felt good, nostalgic enough to hurt.

By the end of the night, people had started making their rounds, saying their goodbyes and promising to do this again soon.

You were gathering your things when Iida approached you. “Excuse me. Shouto appears to have had a little too much to drink.”

You looked up.

“He threw up earlier, and he’s sitting outside the restaurant now. He keeps asking for you.”

Your brows furrowed. “For me?”

Iida nodded. “He specifically requested you bring him home.”

Your stomach twisted unpleasantly.

It had been years since you and Shouto had had a proper conversation, and now, after an entire evening of barely looking at each other, he was asking for you?

“Um… sure. I’ll go check on him.”

Mina immediately gave you a look, because she knew everything.

The confession. The rejection. The months it had taken you to get over him.

“You want me to come?” she asked quietly.

You shook your head. “I’m good. I’ll text you.”

She studied your face for a moment before nodding. You grabbed your coat and headed outside.

———

You spotted Shouto immediately.

He was sitting on the restaurant steps with his head hanging low, his shoulders slumped.

He looked completely unlike the composed man you had spent the evening pretending not to notice.

“Hey…” You approached slowly. “I called you a taxi. Are you feeling okay?”

You sat beside him, leaving a small amount of space between you.

Shouto lifted his head. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, his face flushed from the alcohol.

He stared at you for a few seconds.

Then, quietly— “Will you come with me?”

Your heart gave an uncomfortable little squeeze. “With you?”

He nodded. “Please.”

You didn’t know why he wanted you specifically. You didn’t know what was going through his head. And you definitely didn’t want to read too much into the words of a drunk man.

“Okay,” you said softly. “Sure. If you want.”

His shoulders relaxed. “Thank you.”

——-

The taxi dropped you off in front of Shouto’s house.

He got out first, wobbling slightly as he made his way toward the front door.

He seemed determined not to accept help, so you stayed a few steps behind him, ready to catch him if he stumbled.He struggled with his keys for several seconds.

You sighed. “Give me those.”

He obediently handed them over.

You unlocked the door and followed him inside. Once you were in, Shouto asked you to help him remove his shoes while he loosened his tie.

You crouched down, helping him out of them before watching him shuffle toward the couch.

He dropped onto it heavily.

For a moment, you simply stood there. He looked sad, not just drunk. You had seen plenty of people become emotional when they drank, so you tried not to think too much of it.

“I’m going to get going now, okay?” You waited near the entrance.

“Can—” His voice was barely audible. “Can we talk?”

You turned around.

His eyes were already half closed, and he gestured weakly toward the empty space beside him.

You hesitated. Then you sighed, slipped off your heels, and walked over.

You sat beside him; almost immediately, Shouto closed the distance between you. His head came to rest against your shoulder which results in your entire body to stiffen.

You hadn’t touched him like this in years.

“Do you hate me?”

The question caught you completely off guard. “What?”

His voice was quiet. “Do you hate me?”

Your heart hurt. “Oh my god, no.” The answer came too quickly for you to stop it. “Never.”

You looked down at him, trying to figure out what expression he was making.

He stared at the floor. “You don’t… talk to me anymore.” There was a pause. “I miss you.”

Your chest tightened. For a moment, all the feelings you had worked so hard to put away came rushing back.

You remembered why you’d fallen for him in the first place.

His quiet kindness, the way he listened when people spoke, his passion he had for his work, and the rare moments when his guarded expression softened around the people he trusted.

You remembered the way you’d felt when he rejected you, too. That horrible, hollow feeling of realizing that someone could mean so much to you and still not choose you.

“We grew apart after college,” you said carefully; you forced a small smile. “But it was nice seeing you tonight.”

Shouto was quiet.

Then— “It was because you liked me.”

You froze.

He hiccuped. “I’m sorry,” and then a sniffle. “I ruined everything.”

Your heart clenched. “Shouto…” You couldn’t handle the sound of him crying. “It’s okay. It’s in the past.”

You gently patted his shoulder. “We’re adults. It’s fine.”

“I went to therapy.”

You looked down at him.

“For my family problems,” he continued. “I wasn’t lying.”

“I know.” You swallowed. “I never thought you were lying.”

He shifted, slowly sliding off your shoulder until his head rested in your lap instead.

You instinctively grabbed a nearby pillow and tucked it beneath his head. He looked so different like this; so vulnerable.

“I wanted to call you,” he whispered.“To talk.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you just listened.

“But I was scared…” His voice was becoming quieter. “I thought you’d found someone.”

Your fingers curled slightly against your skirt. Your heart was beating so hard you were almost certain he could hear it.

After all these years… Was this really how he had felt?

Shouto turned his head, looking up at you. His eyes were red, glassy, and impossible to read. “I watched you all night. You looked beautiful.”

His hand slowly lifted toward your face. For a second, you thought he was going to touch your cheek. But his fingers stopped just short. He seemed to realize what he was doing and pulled his hand back.

His eyes closed and the room fell silent.

You stared down at him, completely overwhelmed. You didn’t know what to believe.

You didn’t know whether the alcohol was making him say things he didn’t mean or simply giving him the courage to say things he’d been too afraid to admit.

So you did the only thing you could think of. You reached down and gently ran your fingers through his dual-colored hair.

He exhaled softly, relaxing beneath your touch.

You looked at him for a long moment before speaking, “Shouto…”

His eyes remained closed.

“We’re going to talk about all of this.”

His brows furrowed slightly.

“But not tonight.”

You continued running your fingers through his hair. “You’re drunk. And I’m not going to let myself believe something just because you said it when you weren’t sober.”

“So tomorrow, when you’re sober…” You paused. “…you can tell me if you really meant it.”

His eyes opened slightly.

For a moment, you thought he might argue.

Instead, he simply looked at you. “Okay, I will.”

The words were barely a whisper.

You stayed beside him for a little while longer, letting him rest.

Because despite everything— despite the years, the distance, and the heartbreak— you still cared about him.

Dividers by: @designlikenonsense

[azurewitchxx]

Can i request a zuko x reader in his adult form . Like he's in a meeting with high generals and the reader just barg in heavily pregnant asking for her husband's attention . Thankkk uuuuu

@lizxy

Zuko x Pregnant!Reader — “The Fire Lord’s Most Important Meeting”

The war room inside the palace was silent except for the low rumble of voices. Around the long table sat several high-ranking members of the Fire Nation Royal Council. Maps were spread across the polished surface, little carved ships and battalions marking naval positions.

At the head of the table stood the Fire Lord himself. Zuko leaned over the map, brows furrowed, one hand planted firmly against the table. His voice was calm but firm.

“We’ll redirect the southern fleet to—”

The doors slammed open. Every general in the room stiffened. A palace guard hurried behind the intruder, flustered.

“My Fire Lord I tried to stop—”

But the person who entered didn’t look remotely apologetic. You stood in the doorway. Heavily. Pregnant. One hand pressed against your lower back, the other holding the doorframe like the entire palace personally offended you.

“Zuko.”

The entire room froze. Several generals stared at the floor immediately like their lives depended on it. Because technically, They might. Zuko blinked. Once. Twice. Then immediately straightened so fast his chair scraped the floor.

“Y/N?” he said, stunned. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be walking this far alone.

You waddled further into the room, unimpressed.

“Don’t start with me,” you muttered. “I’ve been looking for you for an hour.”

One brave general attempted to continue the meeting.

“My Fire Lord, regarding the southern fleet—”

Zuko raised a hand without looking. The man shut up instantly. Zuko walked quickly toward you, worry replacing his earlier seriousness.

“You should be resting,” he said softly, placing a careful hand on your arm. “Is something wrong? Are you hurt? Is the baby—”

“I’m fine,” you interrupted.

Then you grabbed his sleeve.

“I just need my husband.”

The room collectively pretended to be extremely interested in the war maps. You sighed dramatically.

“You promised you wouldn’t skip lunch again.”

Zuko froze. The generals slowly looked at him. The Fire Lord of the most powerful nation in the world had apparently been caught skipping meals. Your glare sharpened.

“I waited. The food got cold. I had to waddle all the way across the palace to find you.”

Zuko looked genuinely guilty.

“I lost track of time,” he admitted quietly.

“You always lose track of time,” you muttered.

You shifted your weight and immediately winced, rubbing your stomach. Zuko’s panic came back instantly.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“The baby is kicking again,” you said.

Without hesitation, Zuko dropped to one knee. In front of the entire war council. Gasps quietly echoed around the room. Zuko placed his hand gently against your stomach.

“…Hey,” he murmured softly to the baby.

Your irritation melted just a little.

“See?” you said. “They only do that when you’re not around.”

Zuko’s expression softened completely. A faint kick pushed against his palm. His eyes lit up.

“They’re strong,” he whispered.

You smirked.

“Of course they are. They’re yours.”

Behind you, one of the generals coughed awkwardly. Zuko slowly remembered the room was still full. He stood up, suddenly very aware of the audience. You looked around at the silent men.

“Oh,” you said casually. “Am I interrupting something?”

No one answered. Zuko cleared his throat.

“…The meeting is postponed.”

Several generals looked relieved. One even nodded approvingly. You hooked your arm through Zuko’s.

“Good,” you said. “Because your child and I are hungry.”

Zuko sighed, but a smile tugged at his mouth.

“Yes, dear.”

The Fire Lord of the Fire Nation allowed himself to be dragged out of the war room by his very pregnant spouse and not a single general dared to comment. One finally whispered after the doors closed.

“…Our Fire Lord is terrifying.”

Another shook his head.

“No.”

He gestured toward the door you exited through.

“His wife is.”

[dlscenarios]

Thinking about daddy Zuko again—

The nursery could have served as a lookout if Zuko wanted it to. On the highest story of the palace with a tall window at the very center of the room, he could the entire fire nation. The people walking on the ground looked like tiny ants. Ever since his daughter was born, the Fire Lord spent all of his free time divided between you and the baby. It brought a calmness that had always evaded him in youth every time he cradled little Izumi, as if he was not the same hothead that chased the avatar around so many years ago.

To think, the chubby faced innocent creature fast asleep in Zuko’s grasp could bring that on.

He spared a glance to Izumi, the corner of his lips twitching into a gentle smile. His grip tightened a little, just enough to secure her against his chest, her head nestled beside his heart. He looked back out through the window, at the people milling about below and the sun beginning to set in the distance.

“This will all be yours one day, Izumi,” he spoke lowly, not wanting to wake her. She may have only inherited his hair, everything else physical resembling you, but she certainly caught Zuko’s poor sleeping habits. It was always a struggle to get Izumi to nap.

The baby shifted, chirping softly as her nose brushed against Zuko’s clothes. His hand shifted to pat her back.

“Papa will do everything he can to give you a good nation to rule over.” Zuko brought the baby closer and kissed her little forehead before nuzzling the dark tufts of hair on her head. It was a serene moment he never thought he’d be able to have. He loved being a father. He loved having you and Izumi to go home to every day, to hold both of you and remind himself that it was all real despite how dreamlike it felt.

Zuko was too caught up with the baby that he failed to notice you sneaking into the doorway, leaning against the wall and smiling at the two.

He really was a good father.

[pastelpaints]

His way

Todoroki Shoto x reader

Warnings: ooc Shoto, I’m not good at endings, not proofread, fluff, readers gender is never stated or specified

Side note: This was inspired by this post, and this is the author @zubitter . I would 100% recommend reading some of her work, she’s a great writer!

Word count: 1.4k

It was a casual Friday evening, your body ached and your skin felt rough from the hard training aizawa had made you and the rest of 1-A go through. You walked into your dorm, throwing your bag down and collapsing onto your bed. You let out an exasperated groan into your pillow, you could fill the training in every inch of your body. At least you knew your muscles were growing.

You turned onto your back and glared at the ceiling as you reached up and ran your hand down your face, pausing when you felt the condition of your skin. It felt icky and dry, you hated it. You immediately jumped up and moved to sit at your desk, quickly opening your drawers and pulling out all the supplies you would need. You made quick work of washing your face off with a wet rag and popping the cap off your tub of clay mask.

You had barely set the timer for your mask to set when a soft, familiar knock echoed through your room. “Come in!” You invited them in without a second thought.

“I’m sorry for not texting you in advance but I was-“ They paused when they saw you, examining your face. “What’s on your face?”

A small laugh escaped you at hearing his blunt question. “Todoroki, you can’t just ask that!” You weren’t being serious, more so just teasing him about his bluntness.

“But- you’re right. I’m sorry for my inconsider-“

“No, no, I was just joking.” You shook your head, another small chuckle escaping you. “It’s a clay mask.”

He walked over to you to get a better look at this ‘clay mask’ “Oh, I think I’ve heard Yayarozu talk about that before.”

“Really? She’s actually the one who put me on this brand.”

“What does it do?” Todoroki loved learning about all your little habits, he had a folder in his brain made just for you. He always asked you questions as if he was quizzing you just to understand your interests a little more.

“It basically cleanses your skin. It’s supposed to help with acne and pores.”

“Do you have extra?”

You looked at him for a second, considering what he was getting at before nodding. “Yeah,” you grabbed the tub of material and held it towards him. “Why do you ask?”

His eyes looked down at the clear tub. He wondered what it would feel like on his skin, what your hands would feel like applying it thoroughly to his face, how your face would look as you concentrated on him and him alone.

“Can I use some?” Todoroki didn’t actually care for having clean skin, all he really wanted was to spend more time with you.

He looked so cute in that moment, his eyes locked on your face scanning your features for a reaction, his brows furrowed slightly and his lips pulled tight. You covered your mouth, stifling a laugh.

“Of course you can, C’mere.” You moved out of your chair and let him have full access to all of your supplies.

He looked between you and the desk. He shook his head, the tiniest pout forming on his lips. “No…I mean, could you do it?” Todoroki didn’t want to put the mask on himself, he didn’t even know how to. He just, selfishly, wanted all of your attention on him.

“You want me to put the face mask on you?” He looked at you sheepishly before slowly nodding his head. “Oh ok then, I can do that.” You patted the edge of your bed. He immediately took a seat in the exact place you had told him to.

“Clay makes usually take me a while to put on, just a fair warning.” A warning? Warning him of what? Having more of your attention? Because that didn’t sound like a warning at all to Todoroki, it sounded more like an all you can eat soba shop just opened up down the street.

“That’s fine.” He replied causally even though he was anything but.

The second you started to wash off his face with a wet rag, eyes locked on the task at hand(him), he felt his heart beat a little faster and his hands get a little clammy. This is exactly what he had been needing.

To Todoroki your attention was like a lavender mist, it soothed all his nerves. The second you looked at him he felt as light as air. There were many ways to describe how you made Shoto feel just by doing simple things, but that list is far too long to be talked about here.

You applied the clay mask with a tool first, spreading it all over his face before going in with the tips of your fingers and carefully smoothing out the edges. You were so concentrated, it was adorable. Todoroki's lip curled up lightly without either of you even noticing.

He was too scared to move, he didn’t want the moment to end. Ever. He wanted to stay like this, your eyes on him, for the rest of his life. He didn’t need anything else. Just this moment was enough, you were enough. Your eyes on his face, spreading cool liquid all over, making sure not to miss an inch, his eyes on you watching your eyebrows draw up into a line, your fingers twitching slightly. You were determined to get it just right. To make this perfect for him.

And that’s all that mattered. Your focus being on him.

“Annnnd I think I’m…all done.” You smiled, pulling back to admire your work.

Todoroki tried to fight the frown off his face. What did you mean you were done? He wasn’t. He wanted you to keep touching his face, to keep looking at him, to keep doting on him and his needs.

“That’s all?” His voice quivered as if he had attempted to cover up his disappointment but failed miserably.

You tried to stifle a laugh. “I mean your mask is all done, there’s nothing else for me to do.”

The room went quiet for exactly five blinks. That’s how many times Shoto blinked before his lips parted and he pointed upward. “What about my hair?”

“What about it?”

“It…” He touched a strand. “It feels dry.” He said quickly, nodding as if he was trying to convince you of an evil scheme.

“Does it?”

“It does.”

“Can I feel?”

“Yes.” He tilted his head towards you, allowing you to touch one of his extremely soft locks. What a little liar.

“See?” He continued to push his plan even though you already knew the truth.

“I do see.” A knowing smile fell upon your lips as you pretended to agree with him. “I think you need some of my hair oils, don’t you?”

He nodded quickly. “Yes, yes I think that would fix the problem. Can you do that?”

“I can, let me just go grab it, ok?”

“Ok.” His eyes followed after you as you got up and searched your drawers. He waited patiently like a little scholar, hands in his lap, back straight. When you returned with the bottle of oil in your hand, he tried so hard to fight the huge grin off his face. He couldn’t get caught now. Not when he had made it so far already.

He had been caught from the beginning, he just didn’t know that.

You poured some oil on your hands, then rubbed them together till it was smothered all over on both of your palms. Your fingers brushed through his hair, coating it. You paid extra attention to the roots of his hair like it was instructed to on the bottle.

Your boyfriend was in a state of complete bliss. His head tilted towards your palms and his eyes were closed softly. He was such a spoiled little brat. He thought he could always get his way with you. He could, but you would lie to yourself saying he couldn’t. It was working for you so far.

“Feel it now.” You instructed, seeing if he was finally happy with your services.

He brushed a hand through his hair. “Feels so much better. You did an amazing job.”

“Thank you.”

He shook his head. “No. Thank you.” He said and leaned towards you, pressing his lips to yours. You gently pushed him back, causing the cutest pout you had ever seen to fall upon his lips.

“You’re gonna smudge our masks.” You explained.

“Doesn’t matter.” He kissed you again, this time you let him because when it came to you, he always got his way.

Side note pt.2: I would just like to say I’m still working on my writing so instead of judging, I would appreciate constructive criticism or advice. Thank you!

Also do y’all prefer one space or double space between paragraphs and dialogue?

[scribeherself]

seeing people say "this trope has been done to death" as if that's ever stopped anyone from eating bread. BREAD HAS BEEN DONE TO DEATH FOR LITERALLY THOUSANDS OF YEARS AND WE STILL WANT MORE BREAD. write your chosen one AU. write your coffee shop meet-cute. write your 47th iteration of "there was only one bed" because guess what??? we're still hungry.

[i-will-write]

how i sleep knowing i write shitty fiction but at least don’t use chatgpt

[peacefulsoaring]

The four elements and the masters. AVATAR AANG: THE LAST AIRBENDER (2026)

[wyrm-house]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

no one is too young to write fanfics and no one is too old to write fanfics!!!!!!!

anybody can create, make art and have fun. age is irrelevant when it comes to making art and having fun

[writingdose]

[wdarlingyap]

"But I don't like the ending/the character/the plot point. I would have done it differently."

Yes. Good. Go get a pen. This is where it begins.

[bebx]

[pastelpaints]

Just spent a good thirty minutes or so trying to learn how to take the ai overview off of my google search. Can someone explain why there is no off button for it? You have to go through a bunch of confusing steps that sometimes don’t even work on mobile. It took a kind person on Reddit to tell me that adding -ai then your question will take away the ai.

Can we all just come together and boycott ai because I am growing SICK of it.

[writerswritecompany]

[tbhmanchester]

i watched lab rats & i've decided that chase davenport is top 10 characters of all time