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You two are neither lovers nor are you two friends. You could say, you and him are acquaintances at best if you consider how much time you've spent with each other.
It's complicated — you aren't able to describe your relationship with him in words, it's deeper than intended. You two just exist alongside with mutual interests yet still closed off about each other's life.
Today? It's different. Tamsy’s acting strange as if no one could harm him, as if the world couldn't tremble beneath him. He's acting much clingier than usual, more interested in you and there cold tension, that you got used to, suddenly vanished.
He wants something from you. Definitely.
Something you cannot quite give, you noted. Or dare you say, he wants you?
Acting all fragile and pathetic for the day, being a little sick today — he isn't really sick, he's pretending but he's too stubborn and too arrogant to admit it. He even ushered you to cook his favourite soup, not being able to move out of bed.
"You're weird today." you commented, handing him the bowl of hot soup.
"Really?" Tamsy hummed, a slight smirk haunting his lips as he tilted his head slightly. A gleam of addiction. Addicted to what? Not you, you know better than that. "Feed me." he demanded after a while of silence.
"Who are you?" your lips formed a straight line, not amused by his coy playings, "you can move your body just fine, I know it."
"Can I now?" a sigh escaped his mouth, closing his eyes and shrugging his shoulders before groaning under his breath, "it hurts so bad."
A tick. Your eye twitched in annoyance, "I'm pouring this over you."
"You wouldn't.” he knows you too well for someone who's supposed to be an acquaintance.
With that, you sat down on the edge of the bed — one last defeated sigh. The spoon fills itself with the soup before you raise your hand to blow off the steam and cool it down.
"Here comes the airplane."
And unsurprisingly, he accepted. But you aren't allowed to let go, even after he has finished — his hand quickly wrapped around your wrist as he licks the spoon clean, tongue running over the metal properly while keeping eye contact with you.
He let go again. A satisfied smile painted his lips as he thanked you.
"...You're—" you interrupted yourself, in the corner of your eye you could see his lingering hand, "fucking weird."
But the spoon doesn’t stay in the air for too long, lips curling into the faintest smile as you tilted your head — the spoon landing in your mouth.
Because you could see it all. His utmost devotion and addiction to you.
Some of you may have already noticed, some may have not (which is perfectly fine). I haven’t written and therefore haven’t posted anything in quite a while. Well, truth is, I’m battling some health issues right now which not only costs me strength physically but also mentally.
While I know that a lot of you are super understanding and sweet, I still wanted to at least let you know — I’m still here.
And once I’m feeling better, I will probably start writing for Gachi again. Right now I’m more focused on Honkai Star Rail again (my OG fandom haha) — so I’m using the small amount of attention I have, for hsr because that’s where my absolute comfort lies (can’t say the same for the story ngl lol).
It’s been a beautiful journey with everyone who interacted with me and although I’m not actively writing right now, I’m still open for a chat or asks that aren’t requests! ✨
Stay healthy, safe, hydrated and make sure to spend your time doing what you love, okay? 🩶
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I’ve received requests even though it’s quite hard to miss that my requests are closed at the moment. Please be so kind and take that one second to check before you go and request to your hearts content!
Hi! I loved your story about the men comforting reader after august makes them an outfit they feel uncomfortable in. I was wondering if you could do the same prompt but for August instead? Like imagine he makes something his girlfriend feels insecure in :(. Thank you!
A new outfit reveals hidden truths (pt.2)
august stilza x gn!reader
genre: fluff, just pure unadulterated fluff, comfort
warnings: no warnings for once. This time for real. Ah shucks, mentions of needles.
notes: there we go, a little extra added to the first part. And don’t forget — you are absolutely great the way you are! Sending love and hugs to everyone who needs them atm. This is my first time writing for August, please do forgive me for any ooc-ness.
oh, this man is going to be oh so fussy about it.
the moment he saw you properly wearing the outfit he made for you, he basically propellered his way over to you
ever excited to see you in yet another outfit he’s made for you specifically
his hands would move over your form frantically, checking every seam, every detail — just to make sure that he’s created utter perfection for you
once he’s done, he would take a look at your face, reading your expression to make sure that you liked it just as much as he did
the expression he found on your face didn’t come with a surprise and yet it still confused him
you looked absolutely bonkers, in the most affirmative way possible — so why was gloom the only thing he could read off your face in that moment? It was as though trash rain has offended you personally
when he assured you that it was in fact totally fine if you didn’t like the outfit he’d made for you, you finally let him know the real problem
you simply didn’t like the way you looked in it, "The outfit isn’t the problem, quite the opposite, it’s perfect. It’s me. I’m the problem and I feel so sorry because you put so much work into this just for me to look like—„
you didn’t even get to finish that sentence of yours as the man of the hour already silenced you with a finger placed upon your lips
August’s next movement was both calculated and yet just as spirited as ever, as he dragged you into another corner of the room by your wrists
he wasn’t pushy, just trying to show you just how absolutely wrong you were about yourself
though August didn’t care much for looks in the first place, he definitely had eyes that worked quite fine and he knew very well just how attractive you were
when he first saw you, his first words were quite literally, "Holy smooookes!“
tone ever so loud, even the sphere could’ve heard him
he gently coaxed you out of the outfit until you wore nothing more than your underwear, presenting nothing more other than the natural body you’ve been gifted
"You know, while making clothes is my main deal here, it’s not the only thing I see about the person I dress“, he gestured to your almost nude form in front of him, "You see flaws, you see disaster and you worry about the way you look. But I see beauty, natural and unmistakably real. Clothes aren’t what makes you worthy, your body and mind are what do.“
yes, August might be more busy making clothes than anything else and every piece he makes might cost him 1% of hearing if he keeps it up with the loud music he blasts BUT he has eyes and the brain of an artist
he can’t make clothes without a model and what model is better than one who is healthy and alive? What model is better than one who has their heart right where it belongs? Beating just like it should?
He’s a strong believer of the fact that no one was born perfect, because imperfection is what makes everyone unique and special
he deems it beautiful to be able to read your story over and over again when he gets to look at you, gets to touch you and gets to steal yet another measurement for something new to dress you in
he made sure to let you know of that, he made it his mission to voice his thoughts
after offering to make some changes to your outfit to make you more comfortable (until you’re ready to fully accept yourself) — August’s hands and fingers would linger longer around you than necessary, as if he was trying to make you realize just how blessed you were
time flew by and sooner or later you were feeling more confident than you had ever deemed possible
and the shift was very much visible with such an energetically positive man at your side
though he likes to be silly at times, he’s your biggest hype man and supporter!
and whenever he noticed your little bursts of confidence, he would smother you in a bone-crushing hug and swing you both from side to side — ever so vocal too
there was no way for you to worry about the initial problem any longer
August promised himself that he’d eventually stitch the part of your soul, that was so deeply hurt
after all, clothes can be repaired in short amounts of time — a human soul cannot
his needle (words) and thread (fingers) were ready to conquer those thread-cutting (scissors) demons (your soul)
A little birdy might tell you that a certain someone is working on something for August — if you can believe that little tweeter? You shall find out soon ~
