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TW: dysphoria / transphobia
i put notes before bullets so you can skip if they aren't applicable or may trigger you
VERE
vere's demeanor immediately gets serious when he notices you're upset. he's dropping whatever he was doing and coming closer, pulling you somewhere quiet if you aren't there already
feeling dysphoric | if you were just feeling dysphoric, he jumps straight into comfort, whatever that means for you. do you want a distraction? do you want to talk about it?
he'll double down on any preferred compliments for a while, making sure to casually use them in your conversations. if you start questioning your appearance or get worried about being seen as someone you're not, he shakes his head and tells you to look at him. keeps direct eye contact so you know he's absolutely serious with the compliments he's about to say.
vere would also help you buy clothes that made you feel confident. fully supports dressing up and the importance of clothing. you guys aren't leaving until you agree with him about being the best-looking couple in the city
masc (prince) | gets you to try on something so so fancy so he can tease you, "are you sure you aren't hiding some royal bloodline from me? am i unknowingly dating a prince of some far away land?"
fem (beautiful) | eventually picks that outfit you keep eyeing every time you walk past the mannequin. you come out and he's extremely pleased. "i knew you'd look beautiful in it, what took you so long to try it on?"
gn/androgynous | after time, he gets a good handle on what you lean towards and brings you ? such a good fucking outfit where the fuck did he find this? "i think you have the title of the most stunning person in eridia."
borrowing his clothes | if it meant you wanted something from his closet, of course he'd let you wear it out. he thinks you might look better in that top than him, and he already has the perfect accessories to go with it
dealt with transphobia | if it was because of something someone said, he makes a mental note to look for them. genuinely pissed off but hides it well enough (you know both the fact that he's angry on your behalf but also that you right now are his priority)
so while he makes sure to call them on their shit and call them a stupid pathetic asshole,,, the filth on the bottom of his shoe,,, vere prioritizes getting you somewhere that feels safer so he can take care of you for the rest of the day
tells you your gender isn't up for debate. the only person who gets to question your gender is You in which case he'd still be supporting you as long as you were happy.
he reminds you that it has never been, and never will be hard or a burden to recognize you for who you are and to respect your identity. he's always going to see you as you, and you'll always be able to trust him to love and respect you.
affirming your chosen name | don't know if this is really specific but like,, vere seems like he'd compliment your name? he'd smile as he tells you that it fits you perfectly, and it's maybe his favourite thing to say.
vere gets softer with you in general behind closed doors, i think. he lets you get away with things that others wouldn't, but that lenience/softness somehow multiplies when you're having a bad day
you want to cuddle in bed all day and play with his tail or ears? that's fine with him. you want to take a bath or shower together because having him there to help wash you gets your mind off of everything? sounds lovely! do you want a scented soap? you want to go to the wet wick for drinks or to meet up with the others? Maybe questions your taste but gets up and ready with you of course. do you want to stay in with him and just spend some time together? let him get some tea going and go get a blanket, neither of you are leaving for as long as you need him
omg. vere drawing you with like,, whatever style or haircut or look makes you happiest just so you can have it. let him remind you that that's You in his mind, and he'll do whatever's needed to get you there
THE OTHERS (/ ALL)
the urge to use inanimate objects and abstract concepts to explain your gender. while not all of them would initially, or maybe ever fully understand, i really think they'd try so so hard. they'd agree with you and say yes you Do have the energy of that little cat with rain boots standing in a puddle. yes you ARE a mystical fantasy forest. that depiction of an otherworldly creature has your vibes. to be so honest i Am curious about what mhin would describe their gender as if asked
ment. of misgendering | not a single person is getting away with misgendering you (with malintent) in front of any of them, much less all of them together. daggers are getting shot into their soul from every angle until somebody corrects them
ment of transphobia | sometimes just,, seeing it on the news or wherever else is overwhelming enough. it's hard and frustrating and heartbreaking and emotionally ? just not a good time. let any of them know that you'd like some comfort or a distraction and they'll be there, whatever you need.
mhin will take you to sit and talk on the roof, hand you some treats to feed the strays on your way there. thinking about a scenario where you and mhin are with the cats and the both of you talk about how cats are just,, so much better than people sometimes. cats can't be verbal assholes they just meow. this also works with ais and his pets of course
you could literally ask kuras to help with a haircut and he would maybe First of all suggest going to a professional, but ultimately stand in the washroom with scissors ready if you don't want to. LOL
wearing makeup | ais and his red eyeliner will help you try a new make-up look if you ask. vere and his what I think is eyeliner/eye shadow would also help. either of them would do their best to follow your inspiration, and also teach you how to do it if you don't know how !
masc presenting | not just vere but like,, any of the guys will let you try on their clothes. if you don't like it or they don't fit (considering kuras is fucking 6 foot 6.) they'll take you shopping ! suggest their favourite brands and places and do their best to get you a closet you're happy with.
mhin lets you check their closet too and i'm so sure they know some kind of like,, lesser known store that has the most Gender Fucking Clothes. THEIR TOP? THE CLOAK? be serious where did you get this tell me your secrets
and i think it's a given but just a reminder that if you use multiple names they're all going to switch between them regularly,, the same with pronouns.
the next points just give you (cute) little moments where terms would be used for you to think about! :) the entire cast would use the terms that make you happiest, when they make you happiest. just let them know if you'd prefer one type over the other today, and of course they'll happily oblige :]
masc | (boyfriend) leander grins happily while he introduces you to people as his boyfriend. (handsome) and calling you handsome has become one of his favourite things to do. would go "hey handsome, you come around often?" when he catches you sitting at the bar of the wet wick
(he/him pronouns) | ais. help me. get the "i'm he's" joke AWAY FROM HIM! he won't let it go like he'll get drunk and order matching shirts that say I'm He's on it if you don't stop him i'm so serious. said it out loud to the others once and they "?" but went with it anyways. someone asks you "are you sure you want to be he's?" but don't laugh (do laugh.)
gn | (partner) i don't know kuras's sleeping schedule but i feel like either way if he catches you up late he tells you you should sleep. you say You're up right now and he shakes his head. "i'm finishing something up, and you're my partner who i want to be well-rested. i'll be up in a few minutes, i promise."
while i don't really see mhin as someone who really usesâŚwords of affirmationâŚwhenever they do compliment you they Mean it. at first they just say "you look nice," but then you catch them flustered and unable to look at you and ??? they say they're fine. the outfit you've chosen for tonight is just...really you. it's one of their favourite looks on you and it's the best one you could have chosen and they're really trying not to stare please look away they're dying
fem | (pretty) leander conjuring up a flower and tucking it behind your ear and saying it looks pretty, but you look prettier. to be honest he gives me casual compliment vibes either way, you could probably walk down the stairs and he'd say "well doesn't someone look pretty today?" bro you said that yesterday and the day before
(gorgeous) i totally see kuras as someone who while going on a stroll with you through the market will immediately notice if something catches your eye. whatever gorgeous piece of jewelry you thought you'd be stuck thinking of for the next 3 months? he buys it for you right there. "though i think you're still more gorgeous than it, it looks perfect on you," he says with a smile.
OIKAWA, predictably, lets his jaw drop and acts as if youâve broken up with him. he teeters between draping his entire body over yours and whining, or crossing his arms and huffing while turning away. calling you dude feels foreign on his tongue, an insult to you, in tooruâs mind. but heâs nothing if not a little petty, and will call you it until you apologize.
âthanks, dude.â
tooru freezes, plate of cut up fruit in his right hand that mere moments ago, he pictured heâd be feeding you. but nowââdude?â
off the court, heâs nothing but predictable. you bait him with a smile. âyeah?â
âno! what- you called me dude! me?!â tooru holds his free hand to his chest.
âtooruââ
âoh, now iâm tooru? sorry, only the love of my life can call me that and be fed fruit from my personalized platter, bro i donât know.â
AKAASHI cares a littleâit feels kind of awkward and he finds himself overthinking the term. but once heâs comfortable, he can tell if itâs just something you say or if youâre messing with him, in which case heâll have a knowing smile as he refers to you as his friend. but if heâs tired, heâll drag out the bit just long enough to make you regret it.
âyou okay, dude?â you ask as he finally comes out from the washroom, ready for bed.
keiji doesnât respond, the pout on his face and his slow steps speaking for themselves. he climbs into bed, curling into your side and draping an arm over you.
his breath is warm against your collarbone. âno, dude. i think we need to stop capitalism. can i have a hug now?â
wrapping yourself around him, you place a kiss on his head, hair more ruffled than usual. âiâll collapse capitalism for you.â
âyouâre the best, dude. love you, dude.â
âkeiji, please.â
SUNA doesn't really care. the times rintarou 'takes offense' are for a bit, and he sounds amused the entire time. if you don't care either, he'll call you âdudeâ himself and means nothing negative about it. this isn't to say he won't call you "baby" or "babe" or even "hon," but heâin his wordsâconsiders a large nickname vocabulary to be diverse and for the better.
"what the fuck are you talking about, dude?" you laugh.
rintarou rolls onto his back to look at you as you rest against the bed's headboard.
he squints at you and frownsâthe look of disbelief on his face isn't at the term, but your reaction. "you're supposed to get me like no one else as the love of my life."
you raise an eyebrow. "maybe you should try making more sense?"
"i'm gonna 'dude-zone' you until you take that back."
"rinâ"
"what, dude?"
ATSUMU instinctively responds as if you were osamu, not used to hearing the word in your voice. as soon as it clicks, he's as offended as you'd expect him to be. it becomes nonsensical bickering as soon as you act offended, until you're both laughing and âapologizingâ to each other.
âdude, where is my towel?â
âhuh? i dunno, why would i touch your nasty ass towel?â he asks, eyes honed in on the game on his monitor.
you blink, and a moment passes before atsumu finally whips around. âwait, âdudeâ?â
his expression mirrors yours as laughter builds in your stomach. âwhat the hell did you just say to me?â
âyâjust called me dude!â
âmy nasty ass towel?â
atsumuâs own words finally hit him and he stutters, âbabe- wait- i thought you were âsamuââ
âsamu?!â
âwaitââ
AONEâs gotten so used to you calling his first name, or using terms of endearment that he thinks heâs done something wrong. his anxiety doesnât last long, not when you take a look at his hesitant expression and posture while he works up the courage to ask about it. he wishes it didnât bother him so much, but he admits that heâd like having a special name, or just his first instead.
âhey, dude, can you pass me my charger?â
â...huh?â
âmy charger? itâs next to the couch by your feet,â you explain.
takanobuâs brows furrow as he quietly picks it up and hands it to you. he wonders if heâs imagining things when you shoot him your regular smile and thank him.
a few minutes go by, and itâs nowhere near unusual for the both of you to sit quietly together, but he hasnât sat comfortably since you asked for your charger. moving closer, you apologize and hold onto his arm. ââm kidding, ânobu, just wanted to see your reaction.â
his body relaxes as the both of you lean into each other, and he smiles, albeit a little embarrassed. âthatâs good to know.â
cove: many fears. [pregnant reader] Even More Fears.
never in your life have you seen this man worry about you more than at the beginning (and nearing the end) of your pregnancy
he's going to do whatever you want. he develops a sixth sense for knowing when you want something but don't want to ask
you want a massage? you can have a massage. you're getting really specific cravings? that's okay he'll go across town to find what you want. you're feeling sick? he's helping you to the washroom and holding any hair while rubbing your back before getting water for you. you want to take a bath together? that sounds lovely, he'll get the water running, just wait there.
doesn't let you do things especially late into your pregnancy. you need to sit him down and tell him you're still capable of functioning more than 40% of the time, albeit slower and more careful
he most Definitely calls his mom for help. like, So many times. she's never mad because It's Cove and it's so endearing how he calls about the smallest things
also his dad. cliff has spent hours on the phone with his son sharing stories and reassuring cove that he's going to be just fine
don't get me wrong though, he definitely spends a lot of time alone researching things himself. what you should be eating, any exercises that might help, how to help deal with back pain, etc.
i'm talking parenting books, youtube videos, those mommy blogs, everything
sometimes he knows things even You didn't think/know of. he takes pride in it
i don't know if you guys have seen it/know what i'm talking about but cove would do the thing where he stands behind you and lifts/holds your belly so you can rest for a little bit
the conversations you have about baby names are so...interesting. they happen sporadically when one of you sees something that inspires a name. i'm not saying poppy is a name put on the table but also yes i am?
the both of you start to shop for baby clothes and he almost breaks down in the middle of the store when he sees the shoes. he compares them to his hand and he turns to you with this look of awe/despair. "they're so small. their feet are so tiny, oh my god."
starts panicking over how he's going to handle or hold a baby over it. please help before a worker comes over to check on him
definitely gets lots of toys and At Least one outfit that says something about waves or surfing
there's a lot of evenings where you both get sappy and emotional over the thought of your future child. he talks about all the things he wants to do, how he wants to take them to the beach, how he wants to let them visit their grandparents/relatives whenever it's possible, how he's scared he'll mess up somehow
you have to remind him that parenthood isn't going to be easy, but you have each other and you'll do your best. also that he's going to be a Great dad,, look at how much he cares for you and his baby already
the first time he feels your baby kick he cries
he definitely lays and talks to your belly . it's adorable
^ one time he thought you were asleep and started rambling about how you two met and how much he loves you
whenever he comes home, no matter how long he's been gone, he says hi to you then bends down to do the same to your baby. he asks how you're doing, saying he missed both of you
he. he watches you waddle around and has to stop himself from grinning and hugging you
he tries really hard to cuddle. it doesn't matter how, he's going to figure it out because nothing will take it away from him (except maybe you getting a pregnancy pillow)
goes with you to every appointment. if for some forsaken reason he can't, 1) he's upset and 2) he makes sure to pick you up and check on you after it's over
literally so so kind and understanding of any mood swings or rough times. he's reminding you to eat and sleep, takes care of things that might be making you anxious, and is always there if you want to talk or vent and never invalidates your feelings :[ he doesn't know what you're going through, really, but he tries his absolute best to make it as easy as possible
hope you're doing ok nonnie & that this is sort of what you were looking for.. ^^
The stillness of your room is suffocating.
Lying in bed, your eyes hone onto floating dust, the shirts you failed to put away properly, the shifting sun rays as clouds block their pathâanything but the calendar hanging on the far wall. You donât need to check the date. You know it as well as you know your name.Â
âThereâs a performance happening this evening.â
Vereâs voice jolts you, his footsteps quiet as he enters your room. They wouldâve been silent if he wasnât wearing his pair of slippers that match yours at the foot of your bed, unmoved since last night.
âIâve seen this troupe before. Their harpist isnât quite as skilled as your favourite, but they play well with the lutist,â he continues until heâs sitting on your bedside with a plate of sliced fruit.
Your eyes flicker to the other plate he left for lunch, half untouched, and you nearly tuck yourself further into the covers already pulled to your chin.
Vereâs own gaze slides toward it, and worry flickers across his expression before he tucks it away, wordlessly switching the dishes.
âIâm okay.â
Your voice has his head nearly snapping toward you. The sensation of speaking almost feels unnatural, and your words comes out a little croaky. Clearing your throat, you try again. âIâm okay.â
Vereâs ear twitches, and his tail slows to rest over your knee as he cocks his head. His eyes are searching, but kind in the way youâve gotten to know them. âIs that a response to the troupe, or the food?â
Your response, now, is silence.
His own follows in turn.
Nothing about his gaze changes, but the searching sensation suddenly feels sour, churns whateverâs in your stomach over and in on itself like being hungry for the food on the plate might stave his attention.
âIâm okay, Vere.â You shift, falling further into the pillow. âThank you. You can leave if you want.â
âAnd if I donât?â
â...Sorry?â
His tail slides across the covers, its warmth permeating through. âYouâre not okay.â
You wince at the bluntness, and Vereâs eyes soften along with his tone. âYouâre not.â He says your name, and something clutches your chest and squeezes.
âDonât lie and say that you are,ââhe puts the old plate beside the new one and slides into bed, allowed as you shift backwardâânot to me.â
His tail finds its spot across your thighs, his arms around your back as he tucks your face into the crook of his neck. Your hands and arms hover awkwardly at chest-level, caught off guard.
Vereâs cologneâthe one you like best, the one that he sprays on date nights before sending a flirty smirkâwraps around your figure, its own blanket with his hold.
A hand starts to rub your back, and your eyes begin to sting. Finally moving to hug him, you clutch the back of his top and bury further into him like it might protect you. Stop everything, fix everything.
And you think, know, Vere will hold you like this for a long time. Hesitantly, you ask, âDonât you have work today?â
âNo.â He presses a kiss to your head and hums. âIâm taking the day off.â
âSince when could you do that?â
âSince now.â
Vereâs response manages to pull a breathy laugh from you, and you think you feel him smile against you.
His figure blocks the calendar from your vision completely.
âI miss them.â
Vere stills for half a second before his soothing continues. Your lips wobble and the stinging in your eyes finally manifests as salty tears in their corners. âI miss them a lot.â
You donât know if Vereâs ever dealt with something similar; itâs something youâve never broached before, and maybe you will in the future. But for now, at least, experience or not, he holds you.
The words and memories that resurfaced with every day leading to now start to spill out of you, a flood that hits Vereâs red maple, a tsunami against mangrove.
He holds you and listens to every story, smiles when you do, pulls you closer when you start to choke up. He dismisses your apologies for his tear-stained fabric and skin, and coaxes you to speak when you can, to breathe.
At some point, you both sit up as the sun sets against colourful roofs. The fruit beside your bed arenât as fresh as they were before, but you reach for them anyway.
Vere raises a brow as you pick up the plate. âThere are more fruit that arenât nearly as stale, you know.â
You shrug and fork the first piece. âI donât want these to go to waste.â
He huffs affectionately but pulls the plate away. The fruit sits still in your mouth as you shoot him a look, and he snorts at your filled cheek. âYou donât need to worry about that. These will be filling market stalls for days, Iâd barely make a dent cutting up a dozen.â
Standing up, Vere stretches his arms and legs. âBesides, I donât think these ones were ripe enough. Stay there, Iâll be back.â
Swallowing the slice you managed to take, you ask, âCan I come?â
Your question makes him pause.
The stillness in your bedroom isnât as suffocating anymore, and you think youâll sleep better tonight than you have been the past week. But your legs start to move before you can talk yourself out of it, feet finding their place in your slippers finally warmed by something other than the sun.
Vere watches, tail flicking side to side. Once youâre ready, he smiles, eyes filled with something between affection and pride. âI guess I wonât stop you.â
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waking up and he says "good morning, spouse" with a grin on his face
he gets very excited and giddy introducing you to new people as his spouse now. the same thing happens when you introduce him as yours, everybody watches his face light up and they think it's super sweet
if you chose any of the options that didn't keep both of your last names, the first few times he gets to write or type out your new names he can't help but smile a little. tbh even if you did keep both of your respective last names he'd still grin because he'd remember you're married
as soon as you get your wedding photos back he's sprinting to tell you so you can look at them together. he loves all of them but he picks out his favourites that he knows he wants on your wall
he tells his fish about your wedding . like unironically will tell your fish that you're married. i'm sure they're very excited
he plays with his wedding band when he's anxious. he plays with yours when you're around and he's anxious
if you wrote your vows down somewhere he'd ask to see the script. he is kicking his feet giggling and crying a little. makes sure they're kept somewhere safe
taking a photo with cove while you're in your wedding outfits to make your phone backgrounds i hope i perish
whenever a song that you had at your wedding plays he looks over at you with a knowing grin. depending on where you are he'll playfully ask if you'd like to dance
would visit the bakery you guys went to for your cake so he could finally get a look at all the things he stopped himself from running to. may or may not ask for the flavours you picked for your wedding just so he can experience it again
you know when little kids say things without a filter. like all the time. i'm imagining a kid seeing you together and being like "are you two Dating? is that guy your Boyfriend?" and he blinks before going "actually i'm their Husband" and grins in success when the kid goes "WOAH"
whenever someone congratulates him on the wedding it makes his Entire day and makes sure they know that he's the lucky one. and good luck to anyone who asks anything else because he will unapologetically go into how everything went and how much he loves you and why and
on anniversaries of your wedding (they slow down from like,, weekly to monthly) he makes sure to remind you and do something special, whether its breakfast in bed or a date or whatever else
sometimes it hits him all over again that you're married and you want to be with him the rest of your life the same way he wants to be with you. he comes up to you with tears in his eyes before hugging you even though it's a random tuesday evening . when you ask what's wrong you get a muffled sob and "i love you so much" into your shirt
Basically Literally Canon but anytime somebody teases him about being completely in love with you he flushes but when he looks over all he can do is smile. because yeah he is, why wouldn't he be when you're so incredible?
Ais's footsteps match the quiet stillness of the Seaspring as he nears his room, the pool's weight on him easing the further he gets.
He lingers at the entrance, leaning against the door frame chipped and scratched from his own blade and heavy Soulless running into or along it. Glimmers of the sun's last rays for the day light the dust and lingering incense in the air, along with two sleeping figures on his bed curled into each other.
His sheets are no stranger to Princess; she gets her own pillows and side of the bed when she wants. Ais would curl into a corner and give the rest to her if she asked. (She doesn't, of course. She's rather tuck herself into him for the nightâit's a comfort for them both.)
But they're no longer a stranger to you either, he realizes.
His usually haphazardly thrown covers have been fixed and smoothed more often at your chiding and care. In a way, it's odd to see his bed now: similar to its old state, blanket thrown only across your torso yet holding Princess entirely except her head and tail, pillows at your head and at the foot.
Lips quirking in amusement, Ais steps over creaky floorboards and crouches at the edge of the bed that you're nearly hanging over. There's a book flipped open beneath your hand resting across Princess's back.
She's taken great liking to you and your voice, and "reading time" has become a new nightly go-to after your escapades. Most times you switch with Ais sitting beside you, trading on and off until Princess is asleep or you're too tired to continue. (He won't count this time since he wasn't here, but there's a tracked number of who falls asleep first, and he always reminds you you're losing by a long shot.)
The fourth reading night in, Ais realized he enjoyed your company at home long after city walks and bar hopping.
Silence fills the Seaspring's halls more than he'd like without you.
Even with Princess and the Soulless and occasional visitor, the echo of his footsteps is often only accompanied by creaks or ripples across the red depths. It's temporary noise that always returns to something empty.
Lonely.
It's why he visits the Wet Wick on nights cold enough to deter most from leaving their homes, and likely why his footsteps are quicker than usual when he hears your call.
Ais's expression softens as he takes in your sleeping state, watching your chest rise and fall. Before he realizes it, his hand is reaching for you.
A thumb rubs arcs over the apple of your cheek, gentle to keep you from waking. (Soft as if you might disappear otherwise.)
This is different, he thinks. Your presence. Not suffocating or cold, but warm.
Quiet more than silence.
A huff sounds, then a sniff, two.
Ais pauses as eyes open, and a tail starts to thump against the mattress.
Princess lifts her head to greet him, and his smile brightens while his voice stays low, "Hi, princess."
She clicks and purrs, matching the gravel in his voice.
Her weight shifts and dips enough to stir you awake.
Ais runs his hand through Princess's tendrils as your brows furrow and eyes squint open. Nearer speaking volume, he teases, "Sleep well? Haven't seen my bed like this in ages."
You groan and smush your face into the mattress. Voice muffled, you reply, "Thanks to me."
Princess moves at the sound of your voice, head nudging yours.
"Mm. My saviour. What would I do if no one fixed my blanket so I could mess it up again?"
"Oh, so you'd like me to stop?" You ask, turning to face him with raised brows.
Princess noses your now visible face and pulls a breathy laugh from your chest. Quickly adopting Ais's role and scratching her favourite spots, you pout in dramatic disbelief. "You'd do that to our sweet girl?"
"Our" pokes at Ais's chest.
He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue in return.
"Didn't say that," he replies, a beat slower than intended, with a slight tilt of his head.
"Maybe you should stay here more often to do it,"âhis eyes flicker between you bothâ"for Princess."
The sound of her name gets her attention, and she turns to nudge him once more in affection. He starts to pet her the same moment you falter at his words.
Most times, it's Ais already looking at you by the time you can meet his gaze. This time it's him coming in second, cautioning a glance at your expression.
The poke that followed "our" pokes again when he sees you're already smiling.
The room has dimmed since he first came in, the light of the window shifting with the moonâa sign to Princess that she'll be read to again. You finally nod, eyes flickering away from Ais and hand petting her once more. "...Yeah, okay."
âYâsee somethinâ you like?â Osamu asks, barely glancing at you as he shapes the rice in his hands into a triangle.
The stool beneath you wobbles as you lean forwardâhe really should get a new oneâand smile, palm resting on your cheek. âYeah, I like watching you work.â
Your eyes follow the veins on his hands to his forearms, up to his biceps and his chest barely hidden by his stupidly well-fitting black uniform shirt.
He hums. âWell, thatâs nice tâhear-â
âI love watching you make croissants.â
Osamu pauses.
He looks at you, but no eyes meetâyours focused on his hands that move to wipe themselves clean on a towel before resting on his hips. Maybe if you were stronger, youâd notice the smirk on his face. âWhat colourâs my shirt?â
A smile tugs at your lips. âRed?â
Fingers flick your forehead before you can wave them away. âAck- god, âSamu!â
He snorts and pulls you off the stool, forcing your head into his chest and muffling your groan while he pinches your cheek. âI should kick ya outta my kitchen for harassinâ the chef.â
âBut heâs so hot and handsome, what am I meant to do?â you huff.
âAt least donât say Iâm making croissants. Am I French?â
âWoah,ââyou push away from his chestââtake that back right now. You know Iâd never date a French man.â
âThen whyâd ya say croissants?â
âI donât know, it was the first pastry I thought of! I love, I donât know, macaronsââ
Amusement lights up his face as his arm takes you back into a head lock. âMacarons? The also French desertââ
âFuck, stop, wait, oh my god, please,â a sound between a laugh and cry escapes you.
Osamu cackles when you smack his chest with one hand, covering your face with the other. The onigiri is forgotten on the counter as he pulls it away to uncover your face, fingers threading through the spaces between yours.
Your laughter dies down, and after using your free hand to pick a stray grain of rice off his shirt, you pout. âWhatever, not French man. Are you gonna kick me out of the kitchen for ogling you now?â
He only rolls his eyes. âNo, itâs not like yâdonât already ogle me outside of the kitchen.â
Another smack comes to his chest as you scoff. âWow. Okay, itâs because I love you, you know.â
âYeah, yeah, of course you love the hot, handsome guy who cooks for you,â Osamu brushes off your defense and picks up the last finished onigiri.
Motioning to the stool and pretending you canât see the blush that paints his cheeks, or smile on his lips, he huffs. âNow sit back down so you can taste test this for me.â
âIs it bad if I say I wish you kept playing volleyball?â
Osamu hears your question before he feels your arms wrap around his waist, his arms crossed over his chest moving to hold yours.
You lean to rest your cheek against his bicep and he looks down at you, pinches your arm as a playful threat. âDepends on the reason.â
âIs ââcause you look good in this jerseyâ good enough?â
The black and gold jersey in question, wrapped snug around his arms and chest, had his last name splayed across his back, but not for him, not with his number sitting underneath. There was a match tonightâthe first one back from off-seasonâand osamu would damn himself if he wasnât repping his twin, even if he couldnât be there in the stands.
âSeriously?â The corner of his lip twitches, and he teases, âY'donât wanna wear âTsumuâs? Itâs the same last name anyway.â
The bolded MIYA greets you when you pull away to look at it, and Osamu wonders if itâd be selfish to say he wanted you to say no, if he confessed his heart jumped at the immediate shake of your headââItâs not the same, though.â
You gently tug at the fabric and name, twisting it between your fingers. âI love âTsumu, but in a very different way than I love you.â
Your boyfriend does his best to tuck a stupidly lovesick smile away, along with the satisfaction and pride swelling in his chest, all behind a deep sigh and hum in thought.
He turns to wrap an arm around your shoulder where he picks stray lint off your shirt. âWe have my old high school jerseys somewhere.â And he almost laughs at the speed you gasp and let your jaw fall.
âWait, really?â
âYeah, kept most of our school stuff after we graduated. Wanna see if one fits?â
âYes?â You shove his chest, not trying to, but unable to move him all the same. âI canât believe youâve been hiding your old high school stuff from me.â
âWell itâs not like I did it on purpose! Had no reason to go lookinâ for it,â he defends himself. You know heâs rightâyou met long after the twinsâ graduation when it had all been packed up ages ago, and Osamu no longer felt the need to take his jersey out just to see it, mind filled with business instead of volleyball, a new black uniform fitted to his form.
âWell now we do, Miya,â you tease, the last name an old acquaintance sitting oddly on your tongue, âso you better get looking before I change my mind and ask Atsumuâs for his instead.â
And Osamu, for once, raises his hands in surrender instead of pushing his luck; he doubts youâd do it even if he didnât find his old jersey, but just the thought is enough. âYeah, okay, alright, anythinâ for you.â
osamu's movements slow down as he gives you a questioning look. he carefully places the soup in front of you before sliding the onigiri closer. "feel like i kinda have to, don't i? with yer arms tucked in like that."
"yeah,"âyou shift, proving his point as your arms stay stuck inside the blanket cocoon that he wrapped around youâ" but you could've told me to un-cocoon and feed myself."
"would you have?"
"no. would've asked if you hate me."
"yeah, hate you so much, can't y'tell?" he takes a spoonful of soup and blows on it before bringing it to your lips. "open up for me, hon."
you comply easily, sniffling a little before smiling both at osamu and the food. "'t's good."
he's already got one of the onigiri ready for you in one hand, water in the other as he reassures youâ"always will be for ya."
hcs. yeahghhh
made him very soft here. as i always do. but depending on the situation/your relationship, he might tease you when he first sees you coming down the stairsâsneezing and sniffling then calling his name with a rasp in your voice. "told ya y'should've brought your jacket." "nuh uh, can't kiss you when you're coughin' everywhere." etc etc but you know. he's osamu. he's gonna take care of you and let you win anyway
osamu cooking up/buying your cravings... sometimes you feel bad, but to be fair he asked if you have any first. he's offering. stop avoiding his question. from the store like 20 minutes away? that's fine, he'll be back quick, don't set any fires while he's gone
the first time you ask him to feed you he's soo flustered. tries to play it off like What? Are you a baby? and even after all this time, though he won't admit it, he still gets a little shy when you thank him too much for it hebdbdsjd
^ it's osamu though. he'll tease you with Here comes the plane/trainnnn HEBSBSBJS then you're like Omfg Nevermind and he's like no no no, open up, y'can't get outta this now
(reader on period) would keep his hand splayed across your stomach like a heat pack. instinctively rubs circles when you cramp or whine
(reader on period) he sees that video where the boyfriend was asked to get pads with wings and he got chicken wings and Seriously debates doing it himself (before pulling out the right pads.) he might not the first time but,, he does do it once. snorts/laughs so hard at your reaction he hurts his nose a little
(reader on period) yes he will put down a towel on the bed if it makes you more comfortable. no he'll never complain if you stain or ask him to do the laundry! don't let yourself think he'd ever be angry or embarrassed about that!
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Royal GN!reader x Royal Guard!Akaashi | not fluff not angst but something that takes up 900 words for sure. selfship somethingburger
âYou should loosen up.â
âThis is my job.â
âConsider yourself off-duty,â you say plainly, resting your hands on the stained oak wood table, expletives and jagged shapes roughly carved into its surface.
Tucked far enough into the tavern that the horses resting outside are shifting shadows at the corner of your vision, Keiji looks at you for the first time since you sat down, eyes finally stopping their scan of the crowd.
If you knew him less, you wouldnât notice his paused breath before speaking your title.
âPlease? For the night?â Taking care to keep your sleeves away from something spilled by an earlier group, you lean forward, both to plead and because a tableâs nearby cheers might otherwise drown out your voice. âYouâre already out of uniform.â
His armour has been replaced with a dark tunic and pants, a heavy fabric to guard against chilling weather. (You had offered a white vest that he thanked but declined; it was too pristine for the place youâd visit, too obvious your outing wouldnât be familiar.) The only metal Keiji (visibly) dons rests below his collarbonesâthe gold necklace you gifted him in his first year of service. His sword waits against the table, the leather of his scabbard warmed by flickers of the lamp light above.
Blue-gray eyes bore into youâneither cold nor enticed, simply unswayedâas Keiji brings his forearms to rest on the table, matching your lean. âBecause anyone would notice a fully armed royal guard, and someone wanted to sneak out.â
âYes, and you let me! And youâre saying you wonât even share a drink?â
âIâve sworn to protect you. I canât do that tipsy off cheap ale,â he sighs, sliding back into his seat, posture straight. âIf all goes well, my swordâs handle will only be warmed by my guard, not a drunk decision.â
âSo you want to watch me sit here, doing nothing but sip piss from a mug alone?" You huff. "Surely you wonât let me find another charming companion for the night either. Why did you even let me leave, much less follow me, Keiji?â
Someone yells behind Keiji about another round of drinks, while a table in sight laughs at their barmaidâs joke.
Beneath your frustration, disappointment washes over you, and Keiji notes how your shoulders slump and lips purse. His gaze softens, focused on your figure rather than his surroundings. He leans in again.
You blink, but only hesitate a moment before meeting him at the tableâs middle. The air between you warms, and Keijiâs voice has to stay near speaking, but itâs as good as a whisper while a rowdy group marches in singing.
âI donât know what you hope to find in this place, but I wonât stop you so long as itâs in good sense. And I came because Iâll follow you anywhere,â he says your name, a level quieter than the rest of his words, and your stomach flutters, aches. âI promised you that years ago.â
Your lips part at his words, and Keijiâs eyes flicker to them, if only for a moment. But youâre in a tavern, far from home and its sweet flower gardens, and he can smell the stench of sweat and boots caked in manure from dozens of peopleâs travels on the road, and nowhere could be a worse place for the thoughts he pushes away.
Before you can reply, he parts again, looking between his sword to the establishmentâs residents, skipping over your expression. The air empties with his disappearance as he tucks away softness for adamant eyes once more.
âSo long as I stay sober, and you donât enter a room with some shifty stranger thatâs completely beneath you, Your Highness. But to be frank, everyone here is just that,â Keijiâs snark comes uncontrolled, accompanied by a grimace and sigh.
His snark and title helps push away the swirling emotions that you always find yourself in around him lately. You barely manage a breathy laugh.
Looking around, it doesnât seem like you can disagree. But you retort anyway, if only to push down the lump in your throat, if only to prove you canââThatâs rude, Akaashi. You shouldnât judge people so quickly. There might be lovely partners in bed that youâre keeping away.â
Keiji tenses. Relaxes as he was trained to. âKeeping people away is part of my job.â
âMm, it is, isnât it?â You tap your fingers against the table, lighthearted tone caught in a wave of something achingly bitter as you trace a swirl in its wood. Meeting his gaze, you continue, âThough if you know anyone who might meet your expectations for the role of my significant other, please do let me know. Iâd love to meet them. Ohâexcuse me!â
Lifting your hand to grab a barmaidâs attention, your eyes leave your guardâs and glimmer as someone elseâa simple traveler hoping for something to wash their journey away for a few hours.
Still watching you, a polite smile on your lips, Keiji taps the spot on his hip where the top of his blade usually lies, wondering how cold he could allow its hilt to become for a night.
tags: gn!reader x akaashi, established relationship, pet names, playful makeout sesh, dry-humping, reader straddles him, a Little nipple play, no beta we ride and die alone and unchecked
You raise a brow as Keiji's hand on your waist slowly slides to your lower hip. "Can I help you?"
He lifts his gaze from your phone to your face, fingers gently squeezing you. It's feigned innocenceâthe way he tilts his head and barely raises his brows with a soft smileâbarely concealed, tempting. "What do you mean?"
"Keiji."
"Hm?"
"Babe, you're soâ" You can't help laughing even as his attention teases a warmth in your chest and up your neck, making you reposition to deal with the one in your core. "You're so obvious."
Meeting your eyes, he asks, "Is that bad?"
The question comes so easily it's almost more annoying than hot.
Almost.
"I mean, if you aren't gonna do anything about it, yes," you test, pulling back as much as you can with his arm around you.
It's a short-lived escape attempt; his hand is quick to bring you back while the other pulls your thigh over his legs so you straddle him. Your phone slips out of your hand onto the rug below the bed. "Oh my god, Keiji!"
Keiji's mouth wobbles as he tries to stifle a laugh. "Sorry. Is this okay, then?"
Whatever retort you think of falls apart as soon as his grip slides from your hips to your ass where his thumbs run slow circles over your sweatpants. You huff to conceal the deep breath you need. It's a game, you think, one with no repercussions (at least, that are unwanted)âseeing who'll crumble first.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you ask, "What? Is this it?"
Before he can reply, you press closer. Keiji's breath hitches as you press into him, and you feel him twitch the same time you see the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows.
"You don't want anything else, baby?" you ask, tone languid as you play with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Fuck," your boyfriend softly laughs, biting his bottom lip. He looks up at you and this time it's your turn to tilt your head, raise your brows, smile. Feigned innocenceâa failure compared to the satisfaction on your face.
"Can I kiss you now?" he asks, anything but nonchalance in his voice.
You barely nod before his lips find yours, so quick that your noses bump and you almost reflexively pull away.
Keiji's lips are soft as he presses hard into you, grip keeping you in place above him. A citrus floral scent swirls, and you breathe it, him, in.
He hums into the kiss, steady unlike his hands that knead heat up and down your back like he could mold you even closer. One rises to cup your face while the other plays with the band of your pants, fingers traveling to rest just underneath. You let out a quiet moan at the sensation and Keiji brightens, his teeth meeting your lips as he snickers.
Still close enough you can count his lashes, you pull away to complain, "Don't laugh at me."
His eyes open, blown out and heavy-lidded. "Sorry," he says, half-apologetic if you're lucky. Then he looks at your lips again before pressing a chaste kiss. Two.
The third is deeper, and when his tongue prods your lips apart you forget why you pulled away in the first place.
Your mind starts turning to static as Keiji's tongue moves against yours, hot and addictive. It's subconscious, the way you're grinding into him. It's fully aware that Keiji rocks back. The movement steadiesâback and forth, up into youâuntil you finally notice the hard outline of his cock through his pajama pants and start rutting against it. Keiji moans, and your core heats at the sound as he sneaks his fingers lower in your sweatpants to hold your ass.
He's needy, almost embarrassingly so. He remembers when he used to be shy about wanting you, keeping it to the privacy of his bedroom and hand. But now, as you run over his bottom teeth with your tongue and drag your fingers down his chest to circle his nipple, he can barely think to take your shirt off fast enough to placate himself.
Instead of returning to your lips, he targets their corner. His laugh at your whine escapes breathy, hot against your skin as he moves to your jaw. You tilt your head to give him access and he takes it greedily. Wet kisses travel down to your neck and you grin, giddy and needy for Keiji's disheveled state and how he's bucking into you.
"Do you wanna take your pants off?" you ask, keeping your hips square and inviting the pressure of his hard-on against you.
"No," he murmurs, kisses moving lower.
"You sure?"
"Mm."
"You almost came in them last time," you tease.
"It's fine. Doesn't matter." he reassures before latching onto your chest and running his tongue around your nipple. His hand slides up your torso to play with the other, thumb gentle and teasing.
You sigh in contentment and let yourself relax in his grip. Keiji looks up, sucking the pebbled nub. He presses one last kiss before parting, and his voice is raspy as he asks, "Wanna take off yours?"
Something coils in your stomach at the sight of his face flushed against you. Collecting whatever composure you have left, you tease, "Oh, you wanna take my pants off?"
His smile is lopsided, loving and heady. "Always."
The coil in your stomach tightens. "Gross."
You move to pull them off anyway.
"Think I can make you cum with your underwear on?" he asks while maneuvering to help.
"Oh my god." You almost fall, sweatpants getting stuck on the back of your knees.
Keiji laughs as he keeps you upright, pulling the fabric down and off before laying the both of you back onto the bed, him between your legs. He plants his hands next to your head. "Didn't answer my question."
"Because you're gross," you retort, no disgust in how you laugh and push his bangs out of his face.
"Am not."
"Are." You hold and squish his cheeks, earning a scrunched nose and furrowed brows. "Horny and grossâoh, fuckâ"
Keiji drops to his forearms the same time his hips grind into you, the movement familiar and practiced whether with layers of fabric between you or none.
You shift to meet his weight more than you already are chest-to-chest, but he keeps still. You groan, "Keiji."
He puffs a breath of laughter before leaning close. "Gross," he teases and bites your earlobe before capturing your lips once more.
His eyes close almost immediately, but for a second or two you let yourself watch him. Keiji's pretty on his worst days, and this any other. You softly moan and let your eyes fall shut while his tongue dances with yours, the sensation intoxicating. Your hands travel his back, wrinkling his shirt with every clench. Distantly, you're aware that you're nearly naked while your boyfriend's still fully clothed, but you can't bring yourself to care for it more than sliding your touch beneath the fabric.
As soon as your fingers meet his spine, Keiji ruts against you harder, groaning into your mouth, impatient. You mirror his movement, rocking to meet his thrusts and moaning at the friction between layers of cotton. Brain foggy, his cock throbs beneath his sweatpants, tip leaking precum against his abdomen. It isn't enough, but at the same time something about the fabric boundary only makes him harder. (But nothing stops him from thinking about how you feel with it gone, how wet you are beneath, and how fucking good it'd be to tease your opening and fuck you later.)
Again and again Keiji grinds into you as your kisses grow more desperate. He presses himself close, trapping you beneath his body, and you return the favour by tugging his hair and letting your nails rake his back. He grunts at the sting and pulls your hips up to meet his. As he thrusts, the head of his cock catches on the opening of your underwear, pulling an embarrassing whine spills from your throat that's swallowed greedily by Keiji's mouth. You mumble against his lips, "Gonna cum."
Your boyfriend hums in acknowledgement before speeding his pace against you. Detaching from your lips, he pants next to your ear, brows furrowed as he focuses on you and your pleasure. While he doesn't doubt he's about to cum himself, sweatpants be damned, he keeps his pace steady against the places you like and need him most.
"Baby," you whine and hold him closer, the wetness in your underwear becoming more and more apparent. Your voice only spurs him on as he deepens his movement and starts whispering praise into your ear. All your senses are overwhelmed by him; there's nothing but Keiji and the tightening in your core. Whatever he's saying blurs together and you can only focus on a few words at a timeâso good to me, so good, please, fuck, cum for me.
You squeeze your eyes shut and grip onto anything, everything from his shoulders to groping his ass, unable to escape the pleasure from beneath him (not that you want to anyway). You can't help bucking your hips up, earning a whine from Keiji who sneaks his arms beneath your shoulders to steady himself.
Your release builds quicker than you expect and your breath hitches in your throat. You stop breathing as it washes over you in waves, coil in your stomach finally coming undone. "Ah, fuck, fuckâ"
Keiji's pace falls apart as he follows you. He tucks his face into your neck to muffle his moans, but you can feel his member throbbing and the warmth of his release against you as you press into him and hold the back of his head. Both of you twitch and cling to each other, sweat rolling down your temples and back.
The room is quiet besides your heavy breathing, and the bed sheets shifting as Keiji tangles his legs with yours. Your eyes are closed as he lifts his head enough to kiss the corner of your lips. "Gross," he parrots again, a satisfied smile pressed to your cheek as he pants.
Still holding his head, you smack his back and half-groan half-laugh, "I hate you."
Keiji falls back to the crook of your neck and nuzzles, black wisps of hair tickling you. "Because I'm gross?"
You comb his hair behind his ear. "Because you're annoying."
He giggles, and with his softening member pressed against your abdomen, you wish it wasn't as endearing of a noise. Before you can comment, Keiji lands one more chaste kiss to your skin. His voice is quiet, warm, as he replies, "Love you."