Greetings and salutations! Welcome to my blog (^^)
I am The Artist, or Angel the Dragon! However you could refer to me as: Andrea, Angel, or Anne. Any of those is acceptable (·ω<)
I am, as my username suggests, an artist! Realistically speaking though, I barely work on art. But I am good at it. It's just.. rare when I do upload it, so don't expect it too much.
I am also a writer! But, again, I haven’t published anything in a while (^^; ) Doesn’t mean I’m not working on things. I just.. put them off from time to time.
manon from katseye is a perfect walking example of self-concept.
she was scouted on social media and hybe/geffen practically begged her to be in katseye and she didn't even want it at first. it didn't matter if at the time, she wasn't as skilled of a dancer as daniela or a singer like lara or sophia. her 'star power' was more than enough for them to do anything to fly her out from switzerland to the us. she was named the visual of the group. and now that she's on a hiatus, regardless of if she's permanently leaving or not, the entire internet and hollywood is leading a rebellion in her honor. you even have people saying that the only reason why they liked katseye was because of her and they're leaving the fandom if she doesn't come back.
i have genuinely found that looking to celebrities and fictional characters (particularly those with big redemption arcs like juliette ferrars and daenerys targaryen) are huge helpers for self concept. i highly urge everyone else to look through their favorite medias for characters and celebrities, or pretty much anyone to serve as their self-concept inspirations because it is genuinely such a huge thing. identity/sc is your foundation. trying to manifest/shift without it is like trying to build a house; but you're already trying to build the roof without starting at the very base.
why? because through the obstacles and hurdles manon knows who she is. regardless of how she feels she doesn't stop being the icon that she is and she knows that. it's not everyday a semi-famous person on instagram gets scouted by a company as huge as hybe and then gets practically begged by them to join a global girl group.
it's very easy to say "oh but she was famous before that's why". it's very easy to say you're chosen when someone chooses you. it's very easy to say you're rich when your bank account shows you that. it's very easy to say you shifted only when your physical senses show you that. but then who are you when circumstances show you the opposite? do you think that if everything disappeared right now for manon she'd stop being manon? she'd stop having that 'star power'? no! if you base your identity on your 3d then baby i'm sorry but you are your reality's own bitch. reality only becomes your bitch when you stay anchored in your own decision of who you are.
we already know that the world around us is shaped and formatted based on the beliefs, actions, and thoughts we have about what you externally see, right?
you introduce yourself to manifestation but find yourself in the trap of waiting for it to happen, waiting for it to show up in the external world for it to finically indicate that you are capable of getting anything you want, but you’re in the middle of a ‘crisis’
waiting is just as constructed as time. time is a sole function and purpose for humans to live a day to day life without going rouge because of the abnormal difference it has compared to a organized, and linear system.
time has absolutely no control over you. your entire perception of what you are seeing creates how you will move through reality.
you decide if time is holding you back, you decide if you still have to wait for your manifestation to appear
the law has no choice but to work, and your world has no choice but to cater to your own thoughts, actions, and beliefs, don’t attempt to shift anything else but that
rest in the knowing that it is already done. there are infinite realities, making you infinite too. everything will move after you do, you have to be the one to take the step to make that change in identity and cut the ties with the person who lacked, waited, and “failed”.
it’s just you. methods are helpful, but not the main point. everything will stem from your perception and you have to be the one to allow that to occur.
Okay- First time requesting so- Hewwo, for starters. I hope you’re doing well and are happy and healthy. As I’m writing this, I currently am at home with Covid and would like some chubby insecurity comfort with mah best bois (Bakugou, Kirishima, Bebe Izuku, Todoroki, Shinsou, & Iida dear) I’m a chubby girl who’s always insecure about my body and how I look in general, so if I could get some insecure comfort that starts as fluff and ends in smut, I’d be very happy! Thank you, Sin Mother! ❤️❤️❤️
Hope you're doing better! 💚 And from one chubby Y/n to another, you're gorgeous as you are ~
1A Boys HC : Comforting You For Your Insecurities (Fluff/Smut)
Bakugo
Let's be honest, our boy here isn't exactly super good about feelings or talking about them, but he is observant. Though he notices these insecurities rather quickly, it takes him a bit trying to figure out how to comfort you.
Eventually, he'll get you alone and be very blunt with you about the fact that you have nothing to be ashamed of, because your body being different from others doesn't make it less strong or functional.
On a less practical note, he may accidentally sprinkle in the fact that he thinks you're beautiful and anyone who says otherwise is "fucking blind", though any reaction calling him sweet will be ignore.
If it seemed like you weren't buying it, or even only half believing him, he'd change his approach. Let's just say, if you won't believe his words, he'll make sure you believe his actions (permitted you consent for him to do so)
He'll have you laid back on the bed, legs spread, fully on display, telling you how gorgeous you are. He knows damn well you're beautiful, and he wants you to know it too.
Kirishima
He knows a thing or two about feeling self conscious in one way or another, so trust me when I say, he knows. He can definitely tell you aren't happy with yourself.
He won't right up acknowledge it. He'll casually compliment you whenever he can, especially trying to ring home the part where he thinks your body is gorgeous.
If these things don't help, he'll try a more straight forward approach. He'll go ahead and tell you that, no matter what you look like, he thinks you're the most beautiful person he knows. Inside and out.
On a less wholesome note, our manly man loves to worship your body. Complimenting every squish and dip and curve. He simply can't get enough of you. You're addicting.
He really only thinks there's one thing that'd make you even more beautiful, that being having you covered in little bite marks and hickeys because let's just say he wants all of you to be his.
Izuku
When he first noticed your insecurities, he wasn't completely sure what to do. He wouldn't consider himself very good at being consoling, but he wanted you to know you could come to him and talk about things. He cares about you and doesn't want you to feel alone.
He'd offer to help however he can. Whether it be wanting to lose weight in a healthy way or just wanting to feel more beautiful as you are. He wants to support you in whatever you feel is best for you.
Cuddles! He definitely likes to hold you close, because you're soft, while giving you compliments about how nice you feel in his arms, how pretty you are, and such.
If you guys had been in a good relationship for a while, he'd eventually admit that he really likes the idea of you riding him. The fact that you may see yourself as too big isn't a deterrent, in fact, it makes him even more intrigued by the idea of you bouncing in his lap.
If you don't wanna be on top he doesn't mind. He really cares about you being comfortable and wouldn't wanna push you beyond that. He loves you, and your happiness and comfort come first.
Todoroki
Dense. He took a while before picking up on the fact that you were insecure about yourself. He couldn't really understand why either. You were beautiful. He couldn't fathom you seeing anything else. Even so, it made him start to think about what he could do to fix it.
He decided that the best way to make you feel better was spoiling you while telling you that you deserved to be spoiled. I'm talking pretty clothes, flowers, candies, stuffed animals, anything you can imagine spoiling a pretty girl with. He knows you deserve it and will consistently remind you that you do.
He can admit he's not exactly good at words, but he wants you to know that he doesn't think you're beautiful, he knows it. It's simply a fact, like the sky being blue or grass being green. It's not something anyone can argue because it's true.
He wouldn't be very talkative during the act itself, as he's more focused on your pleasure and making sure he takes good care of you, but afterwards he's giving you all the praise. Calling you radiant and every other thesaurus word for beautiful he knows.
When I said he was focused on making you feel good, I meant it. He sees sex as a way to show appreciation for a person as a whole, and really loves appreciating you.
Shinsou
Didn't approach you until he was positive about what exactly your problem was. He didn't want to risk an awkward encounter about it if it wasn't really an issue. Once he was sure though, he's not exactly going to beat around the bush about it. He wants to know why you don't think you're as attractive as he does. It's beyond him.
Cuddle therapy. His preferred way of letting you know he thinks your body is perfect is by holding you against him and squeezing you tight. He likes giving you back rubs, and if you'll let him, belly rubs. He really just likes touching you.
Though quietly, he'll remind you that what other people think doesn't matter, because other people don't know you like he does. So they're irrelevant and stupid. He likes you for you. Not some stupid body standard.
He'll mess with you a bit by making you say nice things about yourself before taking things further, no matter how whiny or needy you are. Sorry, you aren't getting any D until you admit that you're beautiful. Thems the rules.
He's not cruel though, he tries to keep it fair. Even so, he had incredible restraint, and will hold his ground. He simply loved hearing you say good things about yourself. He hopes soon you'll actually be able to believe them.
Iida
Probably initially asked you what was wrong at a rather inopportune moment. He didn't realize it was that deep at first, but later realized his mistake and talked to you in a less public environment. He has a little trouble reading the room sometimes.
Once he knows however, he begins his mission to convince you that you are perfect as you are and shouldn't feel bad about your body. It's both beautiful and functional in its task of keeping his favorite person alive, so how could it be bad?
He does his best to compliment you in ways that wouldn't be seen as solely superficial. He will call you stunning, but he also likes to point out how strong and smart you are. He thinks a good mix will help with your self image.
He may love admiring you, but he prefers to have you pressed against him in more heated "alone time" moments. What can he say, he loves how soft and warm you are. His lovely little marshmallow.
You having love handles is definitely a big plus for him. Gives him the perfect spot to hold onto you without worrying he'll hurt you by being a little rough. Though he'll always do his best to be gentle with you.
Characters: Lyney, Neuvillette x Gender!Neutral Reader.
A/N: I felt soft so i wrote fluff, wow ellie writing fluff!?!!?? wowoeoeooeowowowo not proofread its 2 am 🤯
Lyney who lets you draw on his skin. He especially loves the way you draw his cat mascot, you really love that thing. Even made yourself a bag in it’s likeness, keep cooing over it and he’s gonna get jealous~
He can be a cat, he’ll meow for you, he can rub up on you and demand affection! He can be even cuter!
“Lyney… why are you being so unusually cute?” You smile as you stroke his soft hair as gently as your fingers can, careful to not disturb his peace while you’re reading a book and he’s cuddling you. His face is buried between where your neck and shoulders meet, you hear him huff and giggle at the warm sensation. Making him smile and look up at you, rewarding you with a cosy and lazy smile.
“Just wanted my beloved superstar’s attention and affection, is that so wrong?” He asked, dragging out the ‘o’ in ‘wrong’ so sweetly you think he sounds like a cat that’s purring.
You can’t help it, your cat lover instincts kick in and you start giving him gentle scritches under his chin, making him cuddle into you even more. It’s like he’s trying to melt your bodies together, he’s holding onto you tightly but not to a point that it’s uncomfortable.
You smile and leave him to rest, and you swear to the 7 archons above that you hear and feel him purr. You don’t want him to stop though, so you keep it to yourself.
Neuvillette
You have the Chief Of Justice of Fontaine laying his head on your lap while laying in your shared bed like it’s the most natural thing.
It is. to him.
It’s raining in Fontaine, your beloved has been burdened for a few days now but always keeping it to himself until it gets too much to bear and you find yourself in a similar scenario yet again, letting him silently process his emotions while giving him the comfort he needs.
Stroking his hair, making sure to be extremely gentle on the thick blue parts, they always feel more like second skin but you never comment on it, you run his hand up and down on his back gently and as comfortingly as you can. Letting him bask in your warmth, the warmth that his body lacks and the warmth he yearns for so much every day.
You allow him to bask in your warmth, your gentle touches sending sparks under his skin while rain gently taps on the windows.
He doesn’t need to talk, he knows you can understand him, you know what he needs, you’re his other half. You complete each other, and he couldn’t be more thankful for having a person he can always fall back on, someone he can always trust.
Furina learns to avoid him simply so she doesn't have to hear about whatever thing you've done lately that Neuvillette is obsessed with.
The ache is so deep in his soul it almost hurts.
The rain comes in a downpour sometimes. To match the wetness on his cheeks. Though sometimes he can't tell if it's the rain or his tears on his face.
You find him like this one evening. An umbrella tucked under your arm as you find the Chief Justice on the shore, head bowed and completely soaked.
"Monsieur Neuvillette?" you ask softly, coming up behind him. Your umbrella is just big enough to protect him from the rain. "Are you alright?"
He turns to you with shock on his face, tears still running down his face. A thousand thoughts race through his head, everything from did you see him crying to why in the world are you out in the rain?
A soft, gentle hand touches his cheek. It takes him a moment to realize it's your hand, the softest thing he's felt. Instinctively, he wants to lean into the touch. So he does.
"Are you crying?" your voice is soft, concerned, without the barest hint of judgement he so easily passes on to the players of his court.
The umbrella is shoved into the crook of his arm, and another hand reaches up to join the other. You cup both of his cheeks, though he has to bend slightly to allow you to do so, which he does so easily.
"There," you murmur, brushing your thumbs under his eyes. Your smile is so soft, even softer than your touch. "You have beautiful eyes, Monsieur Neuvillette. I hate to see you so sad."
The rain stops suddenly, as though someone has turned off a switch in the sky itself. His cheeks are dry and the sky is clear, and before he can say a word, you're looking up at it instead of him, still smiling.
"The rain stopped." You sound so happy about it, he almost feels bad for making it rain. You press the umbrella further against his hand.
Your touch feels warm. Inviting, and soft. Everything about you feels soft to him.
"Keep it for next time, okay? I'd hate to stumble upon you wandering through the rain again. You could catch a cold!"
He clears his throat softly, trying to figure out words. He's pretty sure words didn't exist before you started talking to him, and now he's floundering over them like a child.
"Allow me to walk you home," he finally manages, as though he didn't stumble over words for the first time in his life.
You smile, and link your arm through his own when he offers it. The sky above you two hasn't been this clear and blue in ages.
Perhaps, after he finishes walking you home, he can figure out how to finally ask you to dinner.
But who knows, really. After all, if he cries again, will you touch him as softly as before?
KAVEH who immediately thought it was his fault the moment he saw tears in your eyes. Who says sorry repeatedly, over and over again and ends up crying with you. He lets you cry, he lets you be be heard. He knows the endless pain bottling it up has, and he makes sure to hear everything you rant. You were worth more than that. You were worth more to be treated like him.
CYNO who doesn't know what to do when you cry. It was no time for jokes. But he still said one, and as your crying face burst into a fit of laughter. As he said more jokes, they became less funnier, but the memory of the general mahamatra trying all his hardest to think of a joke just to cheer you up remains a place in your heart. And the thought of you cheering up will forver rest in his mind.
SCARAMOUCHE who prepares you a warm meal and loving cuddles as he caresses your head, listening intently to the situation. He made sure you weren't cold, and even if you teased him of his out of character behavior when all of it was over it didn't matter. For your gleeful teasing was better than your sad one.
KAEYA instantly pulls you in his chest when a single tear came out your eyes. The way he touch you, and felt you, and loved in that very moment poured out the tears even more. He wanted for you to let it all out. For you to tell your thoughts, your feelings, for you to do the privilege he never had. He would never let you be like him, you will be free. To choose, to love, to live.
NEUVILLETTE was touched by how you show your emotions to him, your weakness, and the vulnerability it held. To be enough for you to see that. He hushes you gently as if the whole world stops and the rain starts pouring. You feel like all will be alrigh as he lulls you into sleep singing a childhood lullaby. After all, the hydro dragon is at peace once his beloved is here.
ALHAITHAM was one to frame emotion as the primary suspect for failure. But it was the reason why he loved you so much. Why do you look so pretty when you cry? He asks only inside his head. And as he ultimately finds out the reason it's a promise it will be quelled. Your crying can kill him and it is only your smile that can make him feel alive.
Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, cold but not with you, teasing, possessiveness
A/N: I knew this guy would be a stone faced bastard and I love him.
In public Neuvillette keeps a distance even from you, his lover which adds even more to his cold and calculated image
Keeps his hand on the small of your back when walking from place to place
This too gives one the impression that he is always the one in control
Even keeps his kisses to a minimum, almost a formallity with the way he kisses the back of your hand only
Holds your hand only when he senses someone is approaching you
This is his protective side shining through
When you're alone he will go from kissing your hand, to your palm, to pulling you into his arms for a deep kiss that he's been waiting to give you since this morning
Now he doesn't shy away from your touch, now he leans into it, even giving you a smile
Loves it when the two of you slowly help each other undress, it feels so very intimate, the almost careful touch in contrast with the heated looks and kisses in between
Traces his lips across your neck to tease you, soon joined by his fingers, his other hand holding you against him
Rare for him to show his possessive side in the forms of hickyes but he will when he knows someone important will be here the next day
A bit sparse on cuddles, much more preferring you simply laying your head on the side of his chest and one of his hands holding yours
It's raining again. You can hear it tapping away at your window, the dark clouds obscuring any moonlight you may have had. It's gentle. Some may even call it beautiful, peaceful, and calming.
The man in your lap may say otherwise.
You've heard the rumours. 'It rains when the hydro dragon weeps.'
At first, you thought they were silly, with no rhyme or reason for their existence. It wasn't until he told you who he was that you even remembered them.
'It rains when the hydro dragon weeps.'
He doesn't weep. He cries. It's a painful thing to watch, and yet he comes to you when everything gets too much for him to handle. Your warmth brings him comfort, your grip gentle and yet firm enough to remind him that he isn't alone.
'It rains when the hydro dragon weeps.'
Oh, how you wish you could take his pain away. But it's not your pain to take.
So, in your lap, he remains, tucked into your embrace as if he's trying to merge your bodies into one. He's comforted by the way your hand smooths down his shuddering shoulders, touch gentle.
And he's comforted by the way you press kisses to the crown of his head, muttering unintelligible praises and phrases into his hair.
After all, there's isn't much more you can do but wish for sunnier days.
neuvillette is aware that he shouldn’t have let you get so close. but he did, and now he’s lamenting the fact that your hands are grasping at his soft horns — his fucking horns, of all places — and he might like it.
uptight and strait-laced, you’ve never known the chief justice to be someone so easily flustered. yet here he is with heat crawling up his neck, so warm that you can feel it against your palms as they ghost over his skin.
you can’t help but laugh at his current situation.
he was vehemently against you coming anywhere near his hair at first, grumbling about how his horns were on the sensitive side and he would rather not have to go into work feeling uncomfortably aware of their presence on his head.
however, you were hard to deny with that little smile on your face and such soft hands grabbing at his arms, tugging him closer. a sweet voice chanting, "please, honey? pretty please?"
neuvillette has never been good at denying you what you want.
it’s how he ends up sitting at your shared vanity. you comb through his long hair, watching him with amusement in the mirror as he huffs and jolts with every brush of your fingers against his horns.
the fact that he was letting you get anywhere near them was surely a testament to his trust in you. he was completely vulnerable here, at your mercy.
“sorry,” you mumble disingenuously, clearly enjoying seeing your usually serious husband falling apart with a simple action. you quickly tie off the end of his hair with a bow and he sighs in relief, thinking that the torment is over.
it's far from over.
he draws a sharp breath when you lean forward and press two gentle kisses on him; one on either side of his head just beside his horns.
neuvillette glowers at you in the reflection, disapproval written all over his face. "stop that," he scolds.
you do, but only because you're worried he might melt into a puddle before your very eyes if you continue.
it becomes a daily routine after that, with him sitting patiently in front of the mirror while you brush and tie off his hair. and you always end it the same way: two kisses, a soft "have a good day at work," murmured against him, and a mischievous little smile that makes him sigh.
he responds everyday with the same two words. "stop that," with a narrow-eyed glare.
the day you do stop, he's confused and irritated.
not only because you have the audacity to throw a wrench into routine again, which you know he hates, but also because he can't figure out why he misses your lips so much.
"what are you doing? i am going to be late."
"hm?" you peer up lazily from your spot on the bed, still half asleep.
"you have to do my hair."
"i thought you didn't want me to, so i slept in today."
your husband is eerily silent for a moment as he mulls over your words. then, he carefully perches himself on the edge of the bed, back turned to you expectantly and still wordless.
no, he would never admit he likes it just a little bit — the vulnerability, the trust, the feeling of your hands threading through his hair, the intimacy of it. hell no.
but neuvillette doesn't have to say a lot of things for you to understand; not when the way his skin heats up says it all; not when you're the first person to touch his horns in centuries; not when he’s saying stop that with such an affectionate glimmer in his eyes.
you give him four kisses that morning, two on either side.
a/n: okay okay i saw the leaked idle animation and kaveh is just so cute and soft, and his aesthetics are the most pleasing for my eye so i had to do this.
curses fly out of kaveh's mouth, mostly directed at alhaitham, as he once again pats himself all over. an exasperated sigh leaves him as he rubs his face roughly and sits down by the door, ignoring the weird glances from strangers walking by.
he doesn't even notice how the thoughts about burning al haitham alive for taking his keys once again and the dull sounds of the street lull him to sleep...
until he feels someone calling his name.
"kaveh?'
kaveh opens his eyes, body relaxing at the sight of your face twisted in worry. he lets you cup his face, eyes grazing over his features to see if he is okay, and wonders if he is home yet. the warmth of your skin against his makes him melt from the inside, but as soon as he remembers thatー
"kaveh, why are you sleeping outside?"
anger starts boiling in him again as he stands up from his place(ignoring the pain in his limbs from sleeping on the hard wood) and dusts himself off huffing under his nose.
"that asshole took my keys again!"
you tilt your head to the side in question, "who?"
"al haitham! who else could it be?"
you stare at him silently, before reaching to your bag to look for something. he freezes at the sound that is suspiciously similar to that of jiggling keys.
looking back at him, cheeks dusting red in embarrassment and shame, you extend your hand to him.
kaveh feels the anger, that was boiling inside of him, leave his body as he takes the keys quietly, eyes never leaving your face.
"i'm sorry," you mumble meekly, looking at your feet, and he just can't help but forget everything bad that was on his mind at the sight of you, resembling a child that did something stupid. "i thought you were with al haitham today so i took the keys when i was leaving."
he doesn't even care that he slept for a while by his owm doorstep, looking like a fool; not when you look so cute when you apologize and ramble on and on about how you're gonna make it up to him.
kaveh puts his hand on top of your head, patting and stroking your hair for a few moments before he lets you crush him in a hug. guess he can forgive you this time.
not al haitham though. he is still gonna blame al haitham.
tags — fluff, cuddling, established relationship, not proofread; headcanons
words — 1373
note — trying to get back to writing after like being stressed for the past few days but im fine now but anyways, have this ^^
kaveh
He's a very cuddly man and he always have the time to cuddle, often wanting to keep you close to him even if it's just in those small and simple moments like sleeping together underneath the same sheets—thus he doesn't have any favorite position as long as he gets to feel you so closely against him.
He doesn't mind either being the big spoon or the small spoon, it all just depends on the mood to be honest. If he wishes to be comforted or protected, he'll rather be the one being held and if it's just his normal sappy mood or if he wants to become something like a protective figure to you as you try to sleep, he's going to be the big spoon.
He's so insufferably clingy, always wanting to kiss, hug, and cuddle as much as possible—he wouldn't let another day pass without him not getting to feel your warmth in his arms and being comforted as he dwells in your peace. He just loves the idea of how intimate and affectionate a simple action could be, of how it can bring two different people closer, of how a peaceful and silent moment could be so loud and be filled with love, and he loves it more because he's doing and spending it with you.
If he would be given a chance for the two of you to be one, snuggling and merging one another like puzzle pieces settling on the board and forming an image, he would instantly grab on it but this is the closest he’ll ever get and even if it's only that, he'll take it.
alhaitham
He can and he will cuddle you in any situation despite not asking for it, he just always tries to cuddle as much as he can.
One moment, you'll be walking around the room while trying to accomplish something then the next he's pulling you towards him and you find yourself in a position where your back is facing him and he's wrapping his arms around you as he tries to fall asleep, having you as some sort of pillow that gives him all the comfort and warmth he needs. You just find yourself often being disturbed or distracted because of how needy he gets.
Taking a break from any activities or tasks like studying or just resting overall will only lead you to on a bed or a couch—or maybe on the floor if you two are fine with the cold and hard feeling of it—and being in each other's cradle, embraced and locked in one another's arms as you silently breath against one another, sharing one's thoughts, and exchanging gentle and tender words.
While snuggled in each other's embrace, he loves to talk and listen to you do so and oftentimes, cuddling times with you ends up in a discussion about any topics that could be strange or weird—yet you still entertain each other—it varies and it's a wonder that you two never seem to run out of ideas inside your head; "Have you ever thought about how a snake would walk if it has legs? Will it have two and walk while standing or will it have four or more? Honestly, how many legs will it even have?"
wanderer
Always chooses to be the big spoon, however, if the roles were to be switched and he’s the one being cradled and held in one’s arms instead, he wouldn’t mind and would, in fact, love it—although he wouldn’t outright admit it. Perhaps he had never told you about how he feels safe in your arms, being comforted by the sense of security you give him as if you’re protecting him from any harm that comes to threaten but you you could tell it from the way he just lets you wrap your arms around him without complaint and cradle him like a small child.
He can get extremely touchy, his hands not settling on a single spot and would often be roaming around your body, trailing your skin, playing with your fingers, drawing shapes on the back of your palm, and everything. He just wishes to feel all of you, every inch of you, and he takes this moment when the two of you are nestled in each other's arms as a chance.
He loves it when he sneaks his hand, especially when it's feeling cold, underneath your shirt and feeling your skin on his palm which catches you off-guard and startles you—seeing your reaction makes him chuckle every time. He wouldn't remove his hand though if you were to say so, only reasoning that he needs to keep both he and his hands warm even if it's not that cold.
He would complain how his arms are feeling sore already but try to even budge and move away and he'll raise an eyebrow at you, asking you what you are trying to do—I mean, he never said or told you to leave.
tighnari
He likes being held, he loves laying his head on your chest or burying his face on the crook where your neck meets your shoulders while you could play and twirl strands of his hair on your finger or while you rub his back and draw circles on it, he especially loves it when you massage his scalp and comb your hand through his hair.
Comfort cuddles are fairly something that would commonly happen between you two. He loves those instances wherein you’re holding him to your chest as you allow him ease himself while you lull him to sleep with the sound of your heartbeat while perhaps as you talk to him in a gentle voice.
He mostly seeks out to hug and cuddle whenever his stress levels are too high and he needs to relax himself so cuddling times often happens either during the afternoon or after his occasionally stressful patrols and duties, oftentimes when the day ends and the two of you have nothing left to do. Honestly, he looks for you when he's being overwhelmed by his feelings, whether jealousy, sadness, joy—it's just that your warmth brings him so much comfort and helps him in grounding himself.
Well, he's not the only one being comforted here, it is also you, even if it's just in a small gesture that he does while drawn close to each other. It could be the way he drags his fingers across your skin or ghosts his touch over you, in a manner that doesn't tickle you but simply in just desiring to touch your skin and feel what's underneath it.
cyno
The two of you mostly spend your time cuddling in silence and sleeping, there's no conversations being held and only rarely will it happen. However, it's not a dreadful silence nor is it an uncomfortable one but it's one of languidness and tranquility.
He doesn't move a lot in his position, only staying in one, and it makes you wonder if his body gets sore or anything because of how still he is while cuddling each other—you can offer to massage his shoulders and if he would allow you, you could feel how stiff his shoulders are and you couldn't tell if it's because of the heavy burden of the responsibilities resting on top of it or if it's how he holds you so much, so close, and so still when he wraps his arms around you.
He can cuddle you for hours and wouldn't easily let you go if you try to leave even if his hold on you isn't not that tight and even when he is also asleep—he has never told you of how he hates that feeling of absence right beside him, on the side of your bed, when he wakes up.
Cuddling, holding, and being up against each other is one thing he looks forward to in each day, he just simply adores the way you feel, the way your chest rises and falls, the feeling of your breath fanning his skin as he holds you against him, listening to he relaxed beating of your heart that gently lulls him. He just adores having you underneath the touch of his fingertips and in between his arms.
I just hope no one starts hating on Tighnari and the people who likes him because of what his English VA did— which was horrible and unforgivable indeed—.
But for those who need to know, please, learn to separate the person (VA) from the fictional character. If you love Tighnari, don't feel guilty for it, nor ashamed. He only happens to share their voice, but nothing else. (And that probably will change in the future).
So, if you ship yourself with Tighnari, just know this one thing: He really loves you and he would never hurt you in any way.
An additional note to the antis: Fiction doesn't equals reality.
🌻 He would secretly give MC accessories or another item without wrapping it first and put it inside their drawer or desk because he was too shy to give it to them. When MC asked about it, Mammon just said, "Maybe you bought it and forgot." "It's happened to me," but nope, Mammon bought it. He just wanted MC to think that those items were theirs and they just forgot about them.
🌻he kiss MC's eyes or cheek everytime they fall a sleep beside him
🌻When MC goes to town alone, he makes sure they are safe by commanding crows to spy on them.
🌻snuggle 22/7
🌻Always look at MC's hand, hoping they will hold him.
🌻 he likes to try new foods
🌻He loves adventure, especially if it includes treasure.
summary — he doesn't understand anything about his feelings.
pairing — fatui!scaramouche/gender-neutral reader
tags — kind of a fluff, scaramouche being confused ; drabble
words — 526
note — this is my apology fic y'all since i didnt write for days, i still have more fics later 🙏
"stay and never leave."
scaramouche never liked the word eternity itself. it was laced with poison, death, and misery, of broken promises and lies. he never liked how this word was linked with a notion of something great, of something beautiful, when it was why he was thrown away, when it was the reason why he was abandoned.
but to begin with, he never even liked anything in the first place. a simple idea, a small thought, easy to comprehend but sometimes, he doesn't understand himself due to it.
he has so much that he dislikes—weak and feeble things that breaks on a single tight grasp, the 11th fatui harbinger and his prideful personality, the memories of his former self—and a normal response to the things you hate is to either avoid it or destroy it as if it never existed so he doesn't understand, he never understood why he is drawn to you, why he seemingly keeps you under his hold, just within his reach.
your existence is one that he—was supposed to—hate, a form of his weakness, that he doesn't acknowledge as one, in the image of a human with hands so soft and warm, with voice so gentle and soothing, and with a heart and nature that contradicts his. you were weak, easy to shatter and break, easy to just let go but he couldn't. you were easy to just push away and let you fall, to walk away and leave, but he holds onto you, having you in his grasp, keeping you close.
"you can only go when i say you can go, until then, you'll stay here with me."
he doesn't understand why he can never let go of something that he hates—but when he is asked:
"what do you like?"
he could only say nothing despite how his mind drifts to the thought of you, he floats to the remembrance of your warmth, to your hands that fits his, to your voice that could lull him to sleep and that he could listen to for hours even if he has mentioned how he isn't a fan of long conversations, to your skin and warm touches, to your smile that paints your face and conveys your feelings, to the thought of you underneath the sheets and peacefully sleeping, to your soul well-entangled with his, to everything about you.
you're the type of person who he could sit in silence with or have in bed together even if the two of you are just an inch apart—hell, he would even desire to be more closer, to close in the gap to the point that you're all over each other's skin. his being, the essence of his, just wanders and wonders to the idea of you being the type of person he wouldn't mind spending an eternity with and how he thinks of forever when he thinks of you.
god, for fuck's sake, he would give you anything that you'll ask for and he fears it, and he hates that. he wonders if he really does hate you or if it's himself he hates.
he just doesn't understand—or perhaps, he refuses to understand
[06.45 am] in the morning, his arms around you, still in his hero suit, an uncomfortable feeling settling in you as you try to look for a comfortable spot. turning around facing him, his tired face visible on the dawn's early light. his eyes resting so peacefully, his chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. caressing his tangled hair, a drool mark on the side of his mouth indicating his exhaustion.
katsuki have never looked more serene at this moment. a small smile forming on your lips, could you ask for anything better? a contented sigh leaving you.
you sometimes wish that you don't have to share him with the rest of the world. it was a pitiful wish but a desperate one nonetheless because even if you want to have him for yourself, you could never really stop him from doing the things he loves. he was happy with it and you're fine just with that.
and so you clung to him, wrapping your hands around his neck, face buried in his chest. with the thought of having this moment with him before he leaves again.
his arms tightening around your waist, pulling you closer to him. pressing a soft kiss onto your hair, following with a small 'good morning'. you uttered no words, your smile did tell him that you catch what he said, nuzzling his head onto your hair, breathing in that sweet aroma of your shampoo he likes.
the world can wait just for a little while, just a little more moment to give him all your love.
notes: trying to write for bakugou, i hope he's not ooc here. but anyways fluff bakugou<33 likes & reblogs are highly appreciated!!
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