Pookie, how are you ? May I request a Mori x Talkative Reader ? Please have a wonderful and amazing day, I'm sending you lots of love and happiness 💛🌻✨️🫶
❝ OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB — HEADCANONS ❞
❝ Takashi Morinozuka x talkative reader ❞
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He notices you before you notice him.
Not because you are loud in a disruptive way, but because you fill space. Your voice moves easily from topic to topic, thoughts spilling out without hesitation, like silence is something you simply do not let settle for too long.
And Mori… is the opposite.
Quiet. Grounded. Still.
Which is exactly why it works.
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❝ HE LISTENS. ALWAYS. ❞
You talk.
About everything.
Your day, your thoughts, random facts, something that annoyed you, something that made you happy, something you remembered from years ago that suddenly felt important again.
Most people interrupt. Or zone out. Or tell you to slow down.
Mori never does.
He listens like every word matters.
Even when you ramble. Even when you circle back to the same point. Even when your thoughts jump around in ways that do not fully connect.
He follows.
And when you pause, even for a second, he responds in the simplest way possible.
Short. Direct. But always relevant.
“You were excited about that.”
And somehow, that one sentence makes you feel more understood than a full conversation with anyone else.
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❝ YOUR VOICE FILLS HIS SILENCE ❞
With Mori, silence is not uncomfortable.
But with you, it is… different.
He does not need to fill it. You do that naturally. And instead of finding it overwhelming, he finds it grounding.
Your voice becomes something familiar.
Something he looks for.
If you are quiet one day, he notices immediately.
“What’s wrong.”
Not a question. A statement.
Because he knows.
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❝ YOU LEARN HIS LANGUAGE ❞
At first, you worry.
You talk so much, and he talks so little.
You wonder if you are overwhelming him.
“Am I talking too much?” you ask once, a little more hesitant than usual.
He looks at you.
Shakes his head.
“No.”
That is it.
But it is enough.
Over time, you start to understand him in ways other people do not. The small shifts in his expression. The way his eyes soften. The way he leans slightly closer when he is comfortable.
You realize he is not silent because he has nothing to say.
He is silent because he does not waste words.
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❝ PHYSICAL COMFORT ❞
You talk with your whole body.
Gesturing, moving, leaning into him without even thinking about it.
Mori does not pull away.
If anything, he adjusts to you.
You end up pressed against his side, still rambling about something random, while he sits there steady and warm, letting you exist exactly how you are.
Sometimes, he will just take your hand.
Not to stop you.
Not to ground you.
Just because he wants to.
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❝ WHEN YOU OVERTHINK ❞
There are moments where it hits you.
That worry.
That maybe you are too much. Too loud. Too all over the place.
“I think I talk too much,” you admit one day, quieter than usual.
Mori looks at you for a long second.
Then, simply, “I like it.”
No elaboration.
No long speech.
Just truth.
And it settles something in you instantly.
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❝ HIS FAVORITE THING ❞
He will never say it out loud.
But his favorite thing is when you get excited.
When your words speed up, when your eyes light up, when you forget everything else and just talk.
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Hi! Another beloved parenting request (◍•ᴗ•◍)
Basically the reader and the character(Aventurine, Sampo, Childe And dr.Ratio) have a 4 year old son who one night has a nightmare and asks both of them if they can sleep with them in the middle, In short the child sleeps with both parents. Take all the time you want with this, I mean it all! (＾∇＾)ﾉ♪
-💤🩵 anon
Safe Between Us
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Childe x Reader, Fluff, Domestic Life, Parenting, Comfort/Wholesome Moments, Nightmare Comfort, Soft Relationships, Family Bonding, Established Relationship.
Warnings: Mentions of Nightmares (non-graphic), Mild Emotional Vulnerability, References to Past Trauma.
A/N: Someone's a bit obsessed with a certain hydro character here ahem ahem, can't blame you if I'm obsessed with a certain gambler here ahem ahem 🧍♀️ also Renny is used for gender neutral term of parent since it would've been weird if the child called you parent
The quiet hum of the city outside your window was a faint backdrop to the stillness of the room. You were beginning to drift off to sleep when you heard the sound of small, hurried footsteps padding down the hall. Moments later, a little voice called out, trembling with fear.
“Papa? Mama/Dada/Renny?”
You sat up immediately, your heart clenching. Your four-year-old son stood at the doorway, his hair sticking up in all directions, his eyes brimming with tears. Clutching a small stuffed peacock—Aventurine's ironic gift—he sniffled.
“I had a bad dream,” he whispered. “Can I sleep with you and Papa?”
Aventurine, who had been lounging on the bed, glanced at the child. His ever-present enigmatic smile softened. “A nightmare, hmm? Well, dreams are just gambles in our sleep, aren’t they? Sometimes you win, sometimes you don’t. But tonight,” he said, patting the bed, “you’ve hit the jackpot, little man.”
You rolled your eyes at his theatrical explanation but moved aside to make room. Your son climbed into the bed, nestling himself between the two of you. Aventurine adjusted the covers with an exaggerated flourish, ensuring his boy was snug and warm.
“Tell me what scared you,” Aventurine said softly, his voice losing its usual playful edge. He reached out, brushing a few stray locks from your son’s forehead.
“There were… monsters,” your son murmured, curling against your side. “And they wanted to take me away.”
Aventurine’s smile grew tight for a moment—a rare crack in his facade. “No one’s taking you anywhere,” he promised, his tone firmer now. “Not while your parents are here.”
You leaned over, pressing a kiss to your son’s temple. Aventurine mirrored your gesture, his gaze meeting yours briefly. It was in these quiet, vulnerable moments that his guarded mask slipped entirely, revealing the man beneath.
As the three of you lay there, the child’s breathing grew steady, his fears banished by the warmth and love surrounding him. Aventurine murmured a soft, “Goodnight,” his hand lingering protectively on your son’s back. For once, there was no gamble, no risk—just family.
The air was cool, and the soft glow of the moon filtered through the curtains as you and Sampo settled into bed. His mischievous grin, as usual, hadn’t faltered even after a long day. But the peace of the evening was soon interrupted by the sound of your son crying out from his room.
Both you and Sampo bolted upright, exchanging a quick glance before hurrying down the hall. You found your four-year-old sitting up in his bed, his eyes wide with fear and tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Hey there, champ,” Sampo said, crouching beside him. “What’s got you so spooked?”
“I—I had a bad dream,” your son stammered, his small hands clutching the blanket. “Can I sleep with you and Mama/Papa/Renny?”
Sampo’s playful grin softened. “Of course you can. What kind of dad would I be if I said no to my favorite little guy?”
Carrying your son back to your bedroom, Sampo made a show of fluffing the pillows and tucking him in. “Alright, bud,” he said as your son settled between the two of you, “you’re in the safest spot in the world now—between two top-tier protectors.”
“Papa,” your son whispered as he clung to your arm, “are you sure the monsters can’t find me here?”
“Monsters?” Sampo chuckled, ruffling the boy’s hair. “Not a chance. Besides, if they tried, I’d outsmart them in a heartbeat. You’ve got a merchant dad, remember? I’d sell them some fake monster repellent and send them running!”
You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head at his antics. But it worked—your son giggled, the fear melting from his face. Soon, he was fast asleep, snuggled between you and Sampo.
Sampo leaned over, pressing a kiss to your temple. “See? Problem solved. My charms work on everyone.”
The house was silent save for the rhythmic sound of waves crashing on the shore outside. You were just drifting off to sleep when a tiny knock came at the bedroom door.
“Come in,” Childe called, sitting up immediately. The door creaked open to reveal your four-year-old son, clutching his blanket tightly.
“Papa… Mama/Dada/Renny… I had a bad dream,” he said, his voice shaky. “Can I sleep with you?”
Childe was out of bed in an instant, kneeling to scoop the boy into his arms. “Of course, little one,” he said, his tone soft and reassuring. “Nightmares can’t hurt you when we’re here.”
Your son nestled against Childe’s chest as he carried him back to the bed. As the child crawled into the space between you, Childe tucked the blankets securely around him. “What was the dream about?” he asked, brushing his fingers through your son’s hair.
“There were… shadows,” your son whispered. “And they tried to take me away.”
Childe’s jaw tightened briefly, but his voice remained calm. “Shadows, huh? Well, they don’t stand a chance against us. Your parent and I are the strongest team there is.”
He glanced at you, his eyes softening as he reached over to take your hand. “We’ve got him, right?”
You nodded, smiling. “Always.”
Your son’s breathing slowed as he relaxed, lulled by the warmth and safety of your embrace. Childe watched him for a moment, his hand resting protectively on the boy’s back. “I’ll never let anything happen to him,” he whispered, more to himself than to you.
The soft glow of the night lamp illuminated your room when the faint sound of sniffles reached your ears. Moments later, your four-year-old son appeared at the doorway, his small frame trembling.
“Mommy/Daddy/Renny… Daddy… I had a bad dream,” he said, clutching his blanket. “Can I sleep with you?”
Ratio adjusted his glasses, his intense eyes softening as he looked at the child. “A nightmare?” he murmured, rising to kneel before him. “Dreams are merely the mind’s way of sorting chaos. Let’s bring some order to this, shall we?”
You smiled as Ratio scooped the boy into his arms, his scholarly tone transforming into something gentle and warm. “Come,” he said, settling the child between you. “There is no safer place than here.”
As your son curled up, Ratio placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Tell me what frightened you,” he urged.
“There were big, scary shapes,” your son whispered, his voice muffled against your chest. “And they were chasing me.”
Ratio nodded thoughtfully. “Ah, shadows. A product of fear and imagination,” he explained. “But fear loses its power in the presence of love and knowledge.”
Your son’s eyes fluttered closed as you and Ratio soothed him with quiet reassurances. “Sleep now, my little prodigy,” Ratio whispered, his hand lingering protectively on the boy’s back. “Your dreams will find clarity, and we will always be here to guide you.”
hii, can i request a one piece matchup (with a good guy at least morally) ⸜( •⌄• )⸝?
here is my info:
name: boriana
gender: female
looks: 164cm; soft oval face shape with a slightly rounded jawline; large and round eyes, with a gentle, open look. dark irises and fairly long eyelashes; natural and slightly arched eyebrows, not overly thick but well-defined; straight and proprotionate soft nose, medium width; medium-full lips, with a fuller lower lip and a soft cupid’s bow; light complexion with visible redness and some redness on the cheeks(because of acne/ance scars) ; brown, curly/wavy hair with a purple(looks more of a maroon color) streaks. i have loose strands finding their way to the front of the face, framing it; has an hourglass bodyfigure; i have glasses that i have to wear when i read(im short-sighted)
-i've been compared to a doe and a calico cat. you choose which is better for me.
personality:
-im prone to acting childish around people i feel okay with/have nothing against them(not that i cant be serious, just my prefered way of acting around people i like)
-around people i dont feel okay with/have something against them i act a bit more like a know it all and have a sarcastic streak; but there are times if the vibes are right that i will start acting normally
-i am energetic in my way of talking always using gestures and am prone to being loud(something i get scolded for a LOT, i feel really bad after and usually stop talking because i got too excited and they told me to be more quiet)
-i am a good people reader but only when the reading isnt centered around what the relationship between the other person and me is(aka i am a good observer when i am not involved in the assesment kind of)
-i am prone to procrastinating and lazing around when it comes to my duties and also struggle with realizing the importance of time(i dont actively realize the deadline’s severity) which is why i work great under pressure and also because of this i need to be kept on my feet somehow because otherwise i’ll just be too comfy to do something(e.g. someone annoying me to the point where i cant just sit down or any similar way of stimulation)
-i am positive in my way of thinking and very rarely do i allow someone to bring me down (e.g. there was this time where my teachers told me it would be impossible to learn this one subjet and i just said ill do it and i managed to, even if i barely got a passing grade(note: i was completely new to this subject) usually when i am brought down it is by my rare but possible spiral episodes(where i spiral into all possible negative outcomes)
-i struggle following orders of authorities i dont respect and usually find ways to slack off on their orders or just flat out ignore them sometimes(my not-so-respectful-and-nice teacher told me to do my homework or else she’ll fail me and i still didnt do it, just came up with a lie to get myself out of it) i do follow them sometimes though, when the authority scares me enough
-i like escaping into my daydreams where i have powers/magic or anything that makes me and the world i imagine myself in fantastical or mysterious-for this reason i like to read and watch tv shows/anime with either action, mystery, fantasy, supernatural or any combination of those as a genre; i like to read about mythological creatures a lot(not stories about goddesses and gods but the creatures they create or are there before even the gods)
-i am really awkward around people i admire and sometimes try a bit too hard to impress them which leads to the opposite or at least an embarassing situation for me(more prone to jumping to conclusions when around these people)
-i am emotionally intelligent but also have an emotional mindset which makes it an interesting balance of things; not that i am not logical, but i am more used to using my emotions as the main drive
-i struggle to make deep friendships as i am not the most consistent person
-i am a kind person, though it doesnt seem this way sometimes since i am a bit slow to react when some situations happen and blurt out a rude response, not because i meant to, but because my mind works too fast for my mouth
-i like teasing and being sarcastic around people i like; i enjoy being a light tease(not too much, unless you’re my sister then you get the full tease package); i also enjoy bantering as a love language.
-i am not fragile sensitive, i am more like emotionally reactive + proud, which is a very different thing. i won’t get hurt easily, but i will snap back, get stubborn, or shut down if something feels off.
-i try to please the people around me by accommodating to their needs and kind of changing my temperament based on the person i am with. (i am not as big of a pushover anymore but i am a tad bit too nice)
-because of my occasional people pleasing i am prone to trying to fill up the silence because i am nervous that i cant control the silence and try to keep the conversation going(not only because of that i mean i genuinely like long conversations and i very rarely have those which is also why i like talking to prolong the convo)
-i really hate people who act like the victim or are extremely manipulative with their usual tactics being that they portray themselves as the victim/wise one/the one that forgives even if it isnt their place to be either of those roles
-i scramble to say things in an ongoing conversation (especially if there are more than two people in it which are me and smb else) because i struggle to remember what i'm saying/words in my native language(i find it really attractive if someone guesses my wording of things in a sentence)
-if i dont like a certain person i get a bit snappy at them if they try to annoy me (especially if they are people who have been also mean to my friends). to be precise i get a tad sarcastic (e.g. i would say "who are you to talk" if i feel they went way out of line and if i feel they didnt but still deserve a snide comment i would say something akin to "like you're any better",etc.,etc.)
-i dont like taking sides and try to see both sides of the conflict and therefore have potential to be a good mediator, but i have to learn to keep my reactions in check/my jumpyness
-i am prone to "mansplaining" and i want to get rid of that habit, but i hate not knowing stuff so i try to make it look like i do.
I am going to pair you with …
𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐨𝐧
【Ｔ𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐑】
You are everywhere at once.
Talking fast, thinking faster, jumping between ideas, getting loud without realizing, then immediately overthinking it after and shutting down a little.
Corazon sees that almost instantly.
And instead of reacting…
He just quietly puts a finger to his lips.
Not to silence you harshly.
Just a gentle “it’s okay.”
Your dynamic is built on soft grounding without pressure.
You’re chaotic in your expression.
He’s chaotic in a completely different way.
But when it matters?
He slows things down for you.
You start rambling, losing your words, trying to explain five things at once…
He listens.
Actually listens.
Then responds simply.
“You mean this, right?”
And somehow, he gets it.
Your tendency to procrastinate and only act under pressure is something he notices, but he doesn’t nag you.
Instead, he creates just enough disruption.
He’ll knock something over.
Distract you.
Break your comfort zone slightly so you can’t stay stuck.
Not annoying.
Just enough.
Your playful, childish side around people you like?
He loves that.
Even if he doesn’t say it directly.
You tease, get sarcastic, banter a little…
He reacts in small ways.
A flick to your forehead.
A quiet chuckle.
Your overthinking, especially in social situations or around people you admire, is something he’s very gentle with.
When you spiral?
He doesn’t overwhelm you with words.
He just stays close.
Grounding.
“You’re okay.”
That’s it.
And somehow, it helps.
Your emotional intensity, the way you react quickly and strongly, is something he never punishes you for.
He understands reactions.
He understands messy emotions.
He just helps you come back down after.
Your love for fantasy, mythology, daydreaming about other worlds…
That fits him more than you’d expect.
Because his world has always been a little surreal too.
You don’t feel weird for it.
You feel understood.
Your relationship is soft chaos.
You bring energy, imagination, and a personality that refuses to stay in one lane.
He brings quiet grounding, patience, and someone who helps you regulate without ever making you feel like you’re “too much.”
@star-wars-wlweek continues! I wrote for the time-travel prompt today and completed “And Once More” over on ao3.
“And Once More” is Barriss-centric, with Barriss/Ahsoka going on. Set during the final months of the Clone Wars. Time travel loops occur, leading to an everyone lives/nobody dies AU.
HOWEVER, due to the nature of time travel, the fic contains mentioned character death (both canonical and non-canonical). The deaths are recalled non-explicitly. The Wrong Jedi arc is also briefly mentioned, but does not feature heavily in the plot.
The story also features getting together AND established relationship (time travel is fun!) Implied background Codywan. Soft romance and a bit of kissing.
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Hello love! Could you please write a mini fic for pleased with G Dragon? Have a wonderful night/day!
Of course you can! Warning: Implied smut. Seriously. It’s good.
What was it about you that draws Jiyong towards you? He doesn’t have the answer but he does have compassion and love for you that he might just leave the answer blank.
This moment right now though. He pulled your bare skin on top of his and helped you move your hips as smiled as you leaned over him with heavy breaths on his skin. Your forehead against his and staring at each others eyes.
He’s pleased with his choice and never wants to let you go. So, after you both finished, Jiyong would pick you up and lean his cheek against you head as you hummed in satisfaction.
Bath time was pleasing too. Giving each other a bath and washing of the sweat and small kisses here and there. He helps you put his shirt over your head and gives your forehead a kiss as he puts the blanket over you and crawls in bed beside you.
Pulling you close to his chest as you turn to face him and place another gentle kiss to his lips as you slowly close your eyes into a deep slumber. Yes, he’s definitely pleased with his choice and wishes to stay by your side.
