Too perfect to stay inside in your opinion so, being the eldest sister, you dragged your two younger sisters with you into the fresh air.
It wasn’t too hard to convince them though.
The three of you had always been rather close and there was nothing more you liked then going out to the massive flower fields and enjoying these warm spring days. You usually did your own things, often wandering away but never too far.
You did today though. You couldn’t explain it but…something had some kind of hold over you. Some kind of feeling that was pulling you towards…a rose.
A red rose like you had never seen before.
You reached it, reminding yourself to be careful of the thornes, and plucked it from the ground. The second you did, however, there was a bright flash of light and then…Darkness.
The flowers sunlight and your sisters were all gone, though the red rose was still in your hand. You looked around, trying to find something in this…cave. Yes, a dark cave. It was quiet and dark and you wanted to leave desperately. You spied a bit of light in the corner of your eye and followed it, hoping to find your way out of this strange place. Instead, you found yourself in some kind of garden. It looked a lot like your own, with flowered hedges and a fountain but everything was…pale.
There was no sky, just more darkness and rock, though gems stones sparkled in the dark. The leaves and grass were a soft gray color, the paths made of the same smooth black stone as the fountain that was trickling softly. The only things that brought any color were the white and red roses.
Just like the one in your hand, they were beautiful…but beauty did not answer your questions nor did it comfort you.
“Do you like it?”
You turned around upon hearing the smooth voice, finding…a man. A very strange man. He was tall, with high cheekbones pale gray skin. His hair was the longest you had seen, reaching down to his hips and a pitch black color. His eyes were almond shaped and a glowing red eyes and, strangest of all, he had long charcoal colored horns atop his head, thin silver chains strung around them intricately.
“I had it made for you.”
He smiled at you, a sort of cold smile at that, and stepped closer.
“Who are?” You asked, hopong that you didn’t sound as frightened as you felt.
He frowned, looking away for a moment. He looked back at you with determination in his eyes.
“I suppose they never told you then. Well, this is going to be a disaster. My name in Prince Pallidus of Cavernae, son of Zinzo King of Demons and Lenora of the Snow Elves. I’m your betrothed.”
He ending it all with a graceful bow but you simply stared at him.
“My what?”
He stood back up (he certainly was tall, you noticed) and sighed.
“This is going to be more difficult. But I suppose that it would be ridiculous to just expect you to run into my arms, wouldn’t it?”
~
It most certainly was ridiculous.
You avoided Pallidus at all times, ignoring his protests (“We’re to be married! Can’t we at least discuss this?”). Your lavish apartments and beautiful wardrobe and all the gifts were not enough to win your affection. You avoided his brothers too as they often tried to argue on his behalf. You appreciated the loyalty they shared but you wanted nothing to do with the three of them. They way they stuck together and took up for one another reminded you too much of your own sisters. It just made you think about what you were missing and made you upset all over again.
You actually found yourself spending a lot of time in the garden which was actually quite beautiful. In fact, you spent so much time there that Pallidus began to catch on and surprise you there.
“Go away!”
You ran between the rose maze, hoping to lose him around the next corner. But the prince knew this garden better then you did and took a shortcut. Instead, you ran right into his arms. His pretty yet incredibly strong hands gripped you, trapping you in his embrace.
“Can you please,” he said through gritted teeth, “just listen to me?”
“Oh, fine!”
He let you go and you sat down on a black bench. Pallidus sat down next to you, trying yo figure out how to phrase his feelings.
“I’ve been told my entire life that we were going to get married. My mother, wanting us to understand our brides, gave us a magic mirror. So we could see you all, get an idea of who you were. I like you. Always did. I thought you were confident and intelligent but kind too. I was…excited for you to come here. I didn’t realize that no one told you. I…had hoped that you were looking foward to meeting me.”
He paused, looking at the roses for a moment.
“I was wrong. I should have considered that, even if you knew, you might hate me.”
“I don’t hate you.”
Pallidus looked at you skeptically.
“I hate this situation. I hate the fact that everyone I know lied to me and my sisters and that people I don’t know just…took me. I hate the fact that I’m expected to just accept it! But I don’t hate you.”
“Then what do you feel towards me?” He asked.
He seemed to genuinely want to know so you answered honestly.
“I have no idea.”
Pallidus thought about that for a moment. You both did really.
“You’re right. It was unfair to expect so much of you. Can we try to be friends at least?”
“Alright.”
~
Being friends was actually pretty easy. When he and his brothers weren’t trying to convince that Pallidus was the perfect husband, thier company wasn’t so bad. Pallidus, though often a bit cold and slow to understand the feelings of others, was trying.
He invited you on walks in the garden, he talked with you more. You actually found that you had quite a lot in common. And now that he wasn’t attempting to court you constantly…you liked him a lot more. Maybe you would have felt this way earlier if everything hadn’t started out so terribly. Pallidus was not as cold as he seemed, and slowly, you grew closer to him. It excited him terribly, he savored every soft moment and thd growing bond between you.
It was becoming rather wonderful.
You were lounging in the garden, laying next to Pallidus one night. His black hair was spread about like a raven’s wing, his arm around your shoulders…and you didn’t mind that at all.
“See? This isn’t too terrible.” He teased.
“I suppose not.”
“Will you marry me then?”
“Hmmm…later.” you replied.
He smiled, probably remembering all the times you said no to that question, all the times you had run away. And here you were now. Marriage wasn’t in the close future…but maybe in the far future. And you both liked that quite a bit.
Feeling a little bold, Pallidus went to kiss your cheek…at the same time you turned to look at him. When your lips met it was a surprise…but a good surprise. You kissed him and he kissed back, enjoying this perfect moment.
Until the perfect moment was interrupted by a sudden flash. You broke away, finding yourselves staring at your very confused younger sister.
❤🌹 Part One of the demon/elf ptince series! What do you guys think of Prince Pallidus? Be prepared to meet his brothers soon! 🌹❤
You never have until now, though groups of them had been coming close to your town recently. They were a strong and often war like race and the land you lived on had once belonged to them. It was a miserable little town, dry and ugly, but they wanted it back and had been scaring your neighbors.
Maybe that’s why they had captured this one, to send a message to the others.
He was…beautiful.
His top half had dark brown skin and eyes so brown they were almost black. His hair was long, tied into a neat braid. He had tattoos across both biceps, black ink shining on hisx built arms. His lower half was just as lovely, the body of a beautiful mustang with strong legs and a long tail.
He was absolutely beautiful, you throught.
And he was fighting back, pulling at the ropes and shouting insults you couldn’t understand. The people around him jeered and attacked but you…stayed away. You always stayed away. Though you lived in the town, it was on the outskirts and away from the others.
They didn’t like you.
They never had, whispering behind your back as you walked through the dusty streets, your nose in a book. Any attempt to make friends ended badly so you just stopped trying.
You simply stayed away, like they wanted.
Watching in the shadows as they bound him between two poles in the middle of the town. He pulled and fought and spit at the people around him, but he was unable to break free.
“No food! No water! Nothing until his kind agree to our terms!” The general shouted.
General Cane was the unofficial leader of the town, the others following his words like dogs. He was handsome to others, but all you saw were hateful eyes and a mouth that spit venom.
You hated him with a burning passion.
Maybe that was why he constantly harassed you. You wanted to leave before you were really noticed but the only path to your home…was right past them.
So you walked quickly and quietly, clutching a novel to your chest and hoping that no one would notice you.
Sadly, the General did and he quickly approached you, just as you were getting closer to centaur.
“Morning, Miss Y/N.”
“Good morning.” You replied, polite yet curt as you quickened your pace.
“Quite a day, don’t you agree? Finally teaching that lot a harsh lesson.” He said proudly.
“No. I don’t agree.”
He confident grin fell but quickly returned.
“Maybe we ought to discuss our difference of opinion over dinner then?” He asked, reaching for your arm.
“No thank you, General.” You replied, stepping away from his grasp.
“Too busy?”
You paused, looking at him with a bored expression.
“No.”
And you continued walking. As the General glared at you, you heard the centaur cough. His face was hidden by his hair but…you got the idea he was trying not to laugh. And it made you smile as you walked a littled faster.
As the week went on in your little town, the General continued to bother you. You continued to avoid him, and the centaur continued fighting. But he was getting weaker, the lack of food and water weakening him…And it broke your heart to see such a beautiful man suffer.
So one late night, you snuck into the town and approached him.
It was late and cold and he looked…broken. Slowly, you came foward and reached into your bag. He heard your footsteps and looked up, tired and angry.
“I don’t agree with what’s being done to you. And I want to help you…but if you’re going to escape, you need to get your strength up.”
It was the first night you fed him food and water, standing on a rock so you could reach him. The next day, he still acted weak but you noticed a light in his dark eyes…and he secretly smiled at you as you walked by. You returned that night, feeding him again…but this time he spoke.
“Thank you.”
“So you can speak English! I thought so.”
He grinned and said,
“I like it better when people don’t know. But you are trust worthy…”
“What’s your name?” You asked.
“Chesmu.”
“I’m Y/N.”
You continued your secret meetings and Chesmu continued his charade, acting weak and broken until the day came. The day you had planned together and waited for…
General Cane untied him, boldly talking about how all “these wild creatures need to be beaten down” and “taught who owns them and this land.”
It was a disgusting speech but you still stayed, watching as the General did perhaps the dumbest thing anyone could ever do a centaur:
He attempted to ride Chesmu, without his permission.
He strode around as the people laughed…And then you caught the centaur’s eye. His dark, brilliant eyes that twinkle boldly. And in a second, he was bounding away, tossing the General off of his back as he shouted in his own tongue. People screamed, backing away as Chesmu bolted for freedom…right towards you.
You soon found yourself being picked up into his strong arms and placed onto his back as he ran.
“Hold onto me!” He shouted.
Still shocked, you did as told. And soon, the shouting and the chaos and the little town were long gone, left behind in the dust as Chesmu escaped.
“I don’t remember this being part of the plan.” You said.
“That dog found out! I heard him and another talking…they were going to hurt you. I couldn’t let him hurt you…”
Suddenly, Chesmu pretending not to know English seemed pretty brilliant. Who knows what the General had planned for you…Chesmu eventually stopped running, slowing down to a calm walk.
“Y/N, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like you…someone I like as much as you. I did not want to leave you with them because I feel that…You belong with me.”
You smiled, kissing his shoulder softly. Your hands were resting on his bare chest and you could feel how wild his heart was beating.
“I’m happy you feel the same way, Chesmu. I was going to miss you when you left…”
His warm hand rested over yours, pressing you closer to him. To his heart.
“This belongs to you, Y/N. Will you keep it?”
“Yes.”
And with that, he started running again, bolting towards the new life you would soon build together. 🖤
(Is this shamelessly based on both Beauty and the Beast and Spirit? Yes. Yes it is.)
He wraps you in his arms at night, and you can’t help but feel safe. You taught him archery, and he taught you to bask in nature. Sometimes, you would wake up with flowers braided into your hair, and he would laugh. There he was, such a strong, tall centaur that could carry you with one arm. Laughing because, “Isn’t it funny that the flowers just seem to fall into place like that?” Even he knew it was a foolish joke- but he still braided flowers into your hair and pretended it was the wind.
You’d spend lazy summer days together, watching the sun dapple distant meadows and watching the sun set over forests alive with the chirping of crickets. Winters would come and you would sit beneath the eerily quiet trees, humming to each other to feel a little less alone.
He let you ride on his back so that you could travel to towns you could never reach on foot. You two explored to your heart’s content and when all was said and done you rested around a bonfire in each other’s arms. And what strong arms he had. All the better to hold you. And his lips, all the better to kiss you. Whenever your lips met, his curly hair would always flop into his face. It made you laugh. He was so sweet.
-He likes to give oral rather than receive because he doesn’t like it when his partner is pampering him (aka he feels embarrassed)
-Sure, he’ll let his partner give him head sometimes but most of the time he’ll give instead
-However, his partner has to initiate sex in general before Tamaki can go down on them
Toogata Mirio
-Likes to give just as much as he likes to receive so he basically thinks of oral as a mutual thing, if he receives then he’ll also give either during (69) or after he finishes
-Also gives his partner oral every time as foreplay before they get into the “real” stuff
-Loves it when his partner surprises him with head in the middle of date, either in public or in private, though in a secluded public place is really hot in his mind
Sero Hanta
-Not really an oral person in general, neither giving or receiving, which kind of shocked his partner because who doesn’t love head?
-But that’s just how he is. If he had to pick, though, he’d prefer to give rather than to receive
-It isn’t that he thinks oral is gross or weird or anything, but he views oral as time where they could be moving faster in their night
Kaminari Denki
-His partner calls him a pillow princess sometimes because he loves to get head from his partner and loves to just sit back and let them pleasure him
-Sometimes he’ll give oral on his own but most times his partner has to sit on his face or force him in some other way to do it
-When he does give oral, he’s a huge tease and his partner both hates it and loves it
Tokoyami Fumikage
-Like Sero, he isn’t really an oral person, but he won’t say no to his partner giving him head any time
-Doesn’t give very often because his partner is worried about his beak and how it would feel/hurt
-When he does give, he is very careful and more times than not will use his hands/fingers rather than his mouth
Midoriya Izuku
-Flustered by even the idea of oral
-Will always give after he receives because he thinks that it’s only fair and that if he feels good, his partner should feel good in the same way too
-Even if his partner isn’t in the mood for sex, he’ll see if they’re in the mood for oral, which he’ll gladly give them
Shinsou Hitoshi
-Surprisingly, he also enjoys giving rather than receiving because he feels that if he’s receiving, he’s forcing his partner to do it, and he never wants his partner to feel forced to do anything
-It’s his go to foreplay method, along with fingering/handjob
-Honestly, he truly enjoys giving oral and once he starts, he can go for a long time, teasing his partner until they finish and then may even continue more as well
He gets a little jealous because, at first, he’s skeptical that the huge hoodie you’re wearing on your shoulders is his in the first place – since he always believed you were close in size.
He jumps for joy when he recognizes the Save The Chocobos logo on the front, mostly because it proves that he is indeed as beefy as he always hoped he looked.
His second thought is that you look super adorable – so it’s only natural that he wants to make the whole affair doubly adorable, and goes to steal Noctis’ Save The Moogles hoodie to ensure that it is.
You both look absolutely ridiculous in hoodies that are a bit too big for you, but he thinks you make for perfect selfies to post on the internet and advertise your love!
He lets you keep it in the end, even though he loves it to bits and pieces, because he really loves the thought of you wearing his clothes a little more.
Gladiolus Amicitia
He loves the possessiveness he feels when you’re wearing his hoodies, because – in a way – it is a big old ‘this is mine’ sign that Gladiolus is happy to have you wear at all times; he never really complains about it.
That is, until most all his hoodies go missing. He loves wearing them when he works out, so it’s a bit of an inconvenience when they disappear. Of course, it’s also a reason for him to go shirtless more often than usual.
When he sees the ‘steal their hoodie’ meme going around, it puts you in danger, because he’s going to take your way too small clothes and stretch them out all the while uploading photos to social media.
Don’t worry, he loves spending on you, too – so you get them all back and then some.
All of the hoodies Gladiolus owns are almost identical to one another. Not only do you take them because of their comfort, but you also just really enjoy getting on the man’s nerves, because he’s ridiculously adorable when he’s irritated.
Ignis Scientia
Ignis is not a hoodie wearer, per se, but he does have a few lying around from his friends as holiday gifts on various occasions that you just love to steal. At first, he was just a bit amused, but he adores the way they hang from your form – and suddenly – his hoodie collection had begun to grow.
He constantly reminds you to wear one whenever it’s cold outside, if just to catch you in his clothes; that, and hoodies are just far more conservative. He loves a conservative look for you when onlookers are about.
It’s also a chance for you both to wear matching hoodies! Ignis is a slut for matching couple outfits.
When he runs out of pockets, you wearing his hoodie comes in handy because – not only are you aesthetic – what you’re wearing is functional.
All the same, you wearing a hoodie that’s far too big on you and belongs to him is more the icing on the cake instead of a huge focal point, but the random compliments he gives from time to time are worth the thievery.
Noctis Lucis Caelum
He loves you wearing his hoodies because he can pull at the strings/aglets and close the hood around your face. Super effective and super hilarious.
It’s also easier if you have his hoodies because when he’d too lazy to go back to his place, he knows you have a stockpile of wearable options for him at yours.
For the most part, he’s a little grumbly about it, but only because he’s not used to sharing anything with anyone but Prompto until now. He loves the cold and is perfectly fine with you stealing them eventually – he guesses – because you’re the one he loves the most.
Sometimes, since the hoodies are so big, he’ll climb under them with you; it’s silly, but he saw it on an instagram post and just had to try it.
And don’t worry, he thinks you’re absolutely adorable wearing his clothes, even if he’s not verbal about it. You can tell from the blush on his cheeks when you walk into the room.
(Request: 189 and 199 for lotor and s/o please! i want playful and fluffy lotor 🙏🙏🙏)
189. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed??”
199. “You owe me a kiss.”
(I’m living for all these Lotor requests 💜)
You most definitely weren’t supposed to be napping in Prince Lotor’s bed. You couldn’t help yourself though. Sure, the bed your leader and Prince had provided you was comfortable enough, but you just preferred his. It was fit for royalty (obviously) and was the most comfortable thing you’d ever laid upon. It began one day when you’d been looking for said Prince and accidentally stumbled into his room on the ship. You’d sat down on it, waiting for him to return from what you assumed was some late evening training with his other Generals and ended up passing out. You awoke within the next few hours all snuggled up into his plush sheets, embarrassed but well rested, glad he still hadn’t returned. You soon learned that he trained late every other evening. You may or may not have started sneaking into his room those evenings to take naps in his bed. Lotor never found out of course. You always made sure you were out before he returned. Well, until you slept in just a little too late one evening, that is.
You were exhausted. You, Lotor, and his other Generals had been at it for God knows how long. The mission was long and hard, and you’d expected Lotor to do his usual routine after. So, you trekked up to his room after your shower and crawled into his comfy silk sheets, burying your face into a pillow and drifting off almost immediately. You must have been a lot sleepier than you thought, because you didn’t wake up until you heard someone clearing their throat. Your eyes felt like lead, but you were conscious enough to know that Lotor was in the room and too tired to care.
“(Y/n)? Do you care to explain why you’re in my bed?”
“Napping. Shh.” You murmur, rubbing your eyes and rolling back over. You were spread out across the bed like a week’s washing. Lotor quirks a brow.
“Did you just shush me?”
“Mhm. Sleep. Go away.” He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You can’t banish me! This is my bed???”
“Sleep with me then, just stop interrupting mine.” You grumble, your sleepy brain losing all filter. Lotor snickers but complies, letting out a sigh of defeat.
“Move over then.” You scoot over, making room for him. He slides in beside of you, taking up the other half of the bed. You felt soft fabric brush against your legs and knew that he was also dressed for bed.
“C’mere.” You mumble, stretching your arms out and making lazy motions for him to move closer to you. He does so instantly. You wrap your arms around his midsection and bury your face into his chest. “Warmth.” Lotor wasn’t even warm blooded being Galra and all, but you still just wanted the feel of contact. Like I said, you were too groggy to care at this point. Lotor’s face turned a mixture of red and purple when you snuggled into him like it was no big deal, but the Galran Prince wrapped his own arms around you anyways. He decided you are much too comfortable in his bed for this to have been the only time you’ve slept there.
“Do you do this often, love?” He questions you, absentmindedly stroking your hair. You nod, your eyes still closed.
“Your bed is softer than mine.” You grumble into his shirt. “And it smells nice.” He lets out a
quiet laugh.
“You’re welcome any time. Just warn me beforehand and I’ll come and join you.”
“Please do. Also, you owe me a kiss.” Lotor nearly chokes on the air he was breathing. You had to be half asleep. That was the only explanation for why you were acting like this. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, smiling softly down at your nearly sleeping form.
“I’ll give you a real kiss when you wake up, (Y/n).” He sighs contently, falling into a stage of blissful unconsciousness, you intertwined with him happily.
You were Loki’s physical therapies, but not for a leg injury or arm pains, you helped him feel comfortable been touched and touching people, your physical contact was the therapy, you’d done the same for Bruce Banner and Bucky Barnes you where getting the hang of all this.
Loki was extra tricky, he wanted personal space, he didn’t want to cling, he would just sit reading, ignoring you. So you played his game, you picked up a book, sitting at a distance and began to read, he didn’t like that the attention wasn’t on him. The sessions were for him, why weren’t you making a fuss.
He stayed at his game for three hours before snapping, he plucked the book out of your hands, “don’t touch my books,” he sat next to you, holding the book you were reading staring at you. “Well aren’t you going to read it?” you smirked, “read to me.” and that’s how all of this began, he would read to you.
You both snuggled together as he read the old pages, if you were truthful you had no idea what he was talking about, if you let your eyes wander onto him he would stop and sigh, “are you even listening?”
Slowly his arm would work around you, around your waist, toying with the bottom of your shirt reading with the book in his left hand, his tongue carefully forming each word as he broke into a language you never understood, yet he would keep reading.
“What was that on about?” You knew he was reading poetry, not that you understood the language, “It was a love poem, a man wrote it to a love he wasn’t allowed to have, it talks about his urge to care for her…” You smirked, letting out a snigger you were supposed to keep internally, “What?” he looked at you examining your thoughts.
“Oh, you think this is for you? No mortal, don’t be so foolish…” he turned the page and began to examine the text, “You are not forbidden fruit to me, if I wanted you I would simply take you, I am a god, you are a mortal…” That caused you to smile. Loki wasn’t the just take it kind of guy.
“Really…” he nods, “of course, now focus…” continuing to read, slowly your legs tanging into his as he began to read allowed to you again, and as your head lent against his, he would return the small touches.
It was in the next few sessions, he stopped reading, more eager to touch and be held, he was on the sofa waiting, as you sat by his side, he tangled his arm around you, tugging you close, his neck softly touching the exposed neck flesh.
“I want you…”
That’s how it all began, him nuzzling into you, you spent the night, wrapped in his cold embrace, each night you soothed him off to sleep your fingers knotted in his hair as he held you in the most intimate way he knew, close to his chest, that was his vulnerable point.
If you ever decided to attack him you could stab him straight in the chest, with no armour on, just his exposed chest, he would die.
The way his hands explored your skin, your arms, face and back, he wanted to touch it all, I believe you meant him no harm. Thor was always bigger and stronger when Loki was small, Thor would be ruff and that scared Loki, that’s why all this began because Odin never taught them properly.
The dark has crept into the room, drowning you both as he ran his fingers along your arms, taking care touch and explore each part of your hands. Finally satisfied he had memorised every detail, he returned to tangling you in his arms, his smell drowning you, he always felt good after coming out of the shower. His hair neatly up in a bobble, which you helped with.
Intimate meant something different to Loki, you were different to Loki, and for once you didn’t mind being different.
summary ; in which the Best Boy meets the Mess Girl and they both melt
because my son deserves the best damn it,,,
hitoshi shinsou was the definition of “ edgy teen “ and you didn’t even have to watch him often to figure it out.
but you did.
because he was more then an edgy teen – he was the boy who rented the training room too many times to count in just one week, because he wanted to get better.
he walked alone to school, and from, and if you sat next to him in a class you could tell he smelled of tuna and coffee and cherry.
his humor was dry, but witty. he was smart, and capable.
and he was one of the sweetest people if you actually looked.
because all this was easy to see, but people were blinded from who he was as a person due to what he could do with his quirk and frankly, you were sick of it.
so you decided to change it.
you swallowed your butterflies after school, waiting until everyone had cleared from the halls and it was just you and the lilac haired male. rolling your shoulders, you marched straight up to hitoshi with a purpose, coming from his peripheral line of view . .
and ultimately slipped on your undid shoe laces, eyes widening at the fall you were about to take in the middle of the hall.
‘ guess i’ll die – ‘
your thought process stopped when you were scooped up by someone, wide eyes flickering up to your savior. you had a guess who it was, but you weren’t really ready for it.
“ OH FUCK! “
hitoshi shinsou jolted backwards, so you fell flat on your face.
you groaned, holding your nose, and he apparently realized what he had done, frantically grabbing you by your arm and pulling you up.
“ god, im sorry. but that’s your fault. you scared the shit out of me. “
you winced, patting off your front, looking up to the boy. “ I know, I – “
a strangled noise passed your lips.
hitoshi was … dear baby jesus someone take the wheel you were ready to topple over again because – “ wow you’re pretty. “
he blinked, staring down at you with wide eyes and you registered that you had said that out loud.
maybe this wasn’t a good idea.
a flustered blush dusted the tips of his ears, meanwhile you were a tomato, growing a darker shade of crimson every time you stammered over your words. “ oh god – shit I – sorry I didn’t mean – well I did – “
you buried your face in your hands, giving a soft shriek. “ im so sorry you’re just really attractive – and interesting – I don’t know what im doing – “
“ shut up. “
it was blunt, and your mouth snapped shut so quickly people might’ve believed he used his quirk if anyone else was around.
you glanced up from between your fingers, and hitoshi was growing pinker, glancing away from you, most likely out of embarrassment. “ it’s fine. you’re pretty – er – p,pretty interesting, [ name ]. don’t worry about it. “
thinking over his words, your eyebrows furrowed, red hue never dying down. “ I … I never told you my name? “
“ you didn’t? oh. uh. excuse me for a second? “ his eyes widened and he turned on his heel, walking away quickly, throwing an excuse over his shoulder. “ I have to go … iron … my cat – “
you nodded along, watching him leave before it dawned on you what he said.
that was of course ten minutes later, after running through the scenario ten times on your walk home.
.They’re always very cheery and light, they’re usually in the day but when it’s dark he likes to sit near warm bonfires or go indoors for a candlelit dinner
.He likes to just hang out and relax together with you by the fireplace, drinking whatever you’d like, wine or coco, and talking and cuddling
.He likes movie dates and he always brings a warm fluffy coat Incase you get cold in the movie theatre
.He likes to take you ice skating or walk with you in a park while it snows, it’s beautiful
.He’s a very romantic person, he’s always very happy and likes to do things with you where you can be close
.He likes to do fun things with you, he’s kind of a dare devil so he likes thriller roller coasters or daring new things if you’re willing, he likes to show off his brave side
Comfort
.He holds you close and spends as much time as he can with you when you are sad
.He buys you any comfort items you need when you’re on your period
.He is hundred percent always there for you no matter what
.He runs errands and does thing for you when you’re bed ridden
Holidays
.Christmas is over the top. He takes you riding on actual reindeers, he loves building snowmen and snow forts and making igloos. He loves making cookies and decorating them with you. He absolutely spoils you with gifts and affection. He likes to decorate a Christmas tree with you, he believes you don’t have enough Christmas decorations and will bring more of them to your house. He loves to give you sleigh rides and show you around and he will often drop what he’s doing when he’s listening to a Christmas song on Pandora and dance with you. Christmas is truly the greatest time with him around. He likes to go to the nutcracker play and walk through Bethlehem, basically everyday feels unbelievably festive.
.He showers you with little kisses, lots of cards, lots of candy, stuffed bears and cute toys every Valentine’s Day. If you’re willing he’s more in the mood on the day for love than any other to make love with you
.Easter is a very traditional holiday for him, he invites you to a nice simple dinner with the other Nordics, he usually serves lamb and chocolate eggs. He is very protective of you especially when you’re around Denmark and Sweden
.he likes to go to a party on New Year’s Eve and then go home and cuddle with you
Fun
.He likes taking you to the market Square to look around or actually get things
.He loves taking you to the Santa clause village no matter the time of year
.He loves going to theme parks with you and getting you to laugh and watching you stuff your face
.He likes to go to concerts with you, surprisingly he loves metal and screamo so he buys you earplugs but everything is still perfectly clear
.He likes snowball fights, but he could never find it in his heart to throw one at you
.He likes jogging and bike riding so he’ll convince you to join him sometimes, but usually you ride on the back of his bike or in the basket
.He loves to take you to ballets
.He likes reading to you
.He tries to teach you Finnish but it’s one of the most difficult languages to learn so there is little progress
Intimacy
.He loves cuddling and nuzzling his face into your neck
.If you’re ready and willing he loves to make love to you, he’s surprisingly forward
.He spends the night with you whenever he can, he loves wrapping his arms around you while you both sleep
.He loves giving you bear hugs or picking you up with your chest in his face
.He likes to kiss the back of your hand like you’re royalty
.He loves spinning you around in his hugs
Just because
.When he gets off early he’ll surprise you with flowers wherever you are
.He loves talking pictures with you in photo booths whenever the sees one
.He always tries to win something from claw machines when he sees one
.He likes to play you music while you rest
.He gives you little notes every day
Over All
.He always finds a way to make you happy or cheer you up no mater what
.He’s equally fun as he is loving
.He’s more bold than he seems, don’t be surprised if he suddenly makes a move from behind while you’re doing something as random as filling up your water glass
– He loves the smell, the fancy soap, the soft classical music that plays in the background, and most of all he loves the fact that you took the time to draw a bath.
– That you made this just for him, so you could spend time together
– His heart just swells
– You’ve made him a little soft tbh
– But Jason’s a pretty big guy
– Like he’s MASSIVE
– most of the times,, you have to sit between his legs
– Which basically means you’re sitting on his lap, because that boy has thick thighs
– Your bathtub is just barley big enough to hold you and him.
– You didn’t take his size into consideration the first time so the water ended up overflowing.
– You made him help you wipe up all the water
– “You kind of dropped the ball on this one huh?”
– “It’s not my fault you’re so big! Go on a juice cleanse or something.”
– The next time you make sure that the water is a little below the quarter mark on the tub.
– Your head rests against his chest, his chin resting in your hair, arms around torso, resting on your tummy.
– “Your hair smells good”
– “Jason you don’t have to fill the silence you know”
– That’s what the classical music is for.
– You’ve fallen asleep in the tub before
– The water is always so warm. And then Jason is even warmer.
– It turns into a weekly tradition
– Probably on Wednesday on Thursday, slower nights in Gotham
– You have a bath waiting for him when he gets home.
– He’s usually so exhausted, he doesn’t even blink when you come up to undress him
– “At least buy me dinner first.” He’ll mumble weakly as you tug off his shirt
– Your hands grazing over the scars and bruises
– “It’s not a big deal” he’ll reassure, his hand nearly grabbing your own
– You just smile and nod
– “Honey, the bath’s ready.”
– Sometimes you’ll get in with him in the tub, resting your head against his chest.
– But sometimes you make him scoot up a little bit, and he rests his head on your chest
– You run your fingers through his wet hair, rubbing in the expensive shampoo you save for special occasions
– “It smells just like you” he’ll mumble, eyes closed, breath deep and in a steady rhythm.
– “Does it?” You hope the fragrance gives him a little comfort, you know he’s always loved the scent you use
– You don’t know that he loves it because it’s YOUR scent
– You could smell like a stripper and he’d still love it
– Your hands ghost over his biceps, the bruises on his chest, the scars from all the stories you’ve never heard
– He grabs your hand in his
– He always grabs your hand in his
– And he puts your joint hands against his hard
– He doesn’t want you to worry, and he doesn’t want you to feel bad about his past
– There was a long time where he wondered why those awful things happened to him
– But when he met you, he understood, all of this
– Every hardship, every struggle, every awful thing
– It had all been like stepping stones, and at the end was you
– It was always going to be you
– But he doesn’t know how to tell you that
– So instead he says: “keep playing with my hair, it felt good.”
– And you laugh, joking that’s he’s high maintenance
– He just smiles as he breaths in the smell of you deeply once more
– You both have a bad habit of staying in the bath long after the water has gotten cold, clinging onto one others warmth
– So you sometimes get a cold
– You end up being the responsible one most times, getting out first, and getting both of your robes.
– You usually round out the night with a glass of wine/hard liquor. Maybe a few snacks and a movie or a few episodes of a lighthearted show.
– You fall asleep in your robe more often than not, a hand still curled around your wine glass
– Jason smiles, pulling the blanket over you, taking the wine glass out of your hand
– Before downing it and changing the channel to a sports recap
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