Hi! Can I Pls Request Nezha Getting Pampered By Reader After He Had A Long Day? Just Stuff Like Reader

hi! Can i pls request Nezha getting pampered by reader after he had a long day? Just stuff like reader washing his hair and letting him lay on their chest while they watch tv or something fluffly like that. thnks!

Yes oh my goodness he deserves to be pampered ;-; enjoy!

"Spa Fit For A Prince" (966 w.c)

Nezha x GN!reader (they/them)

Romantic, fluffy, oneshot

CW: none I believe

“Ah, y/n! I wasn’t expecting you today,” as you walked into Nezha’s house, you saw him making an effort to draw…something…on a scroll. “How are you?”

“I’m alright. What are you doing?” You pointed at the scroll, and he looked at it in disdain as he folded his arms across his chest. 

“I wanted to try doing a more modern version of this old map, but I’m halfway done and I’m realizing it’s a waste of time. But I already started, so I want to finish it.”

“That’s a cool idea, but no one’s pressuring you to finish it.” You set your bag on his couch, not letting him see what was inside. You’d been trying to get this to happen for ages, and now might just be your chance. 

“I appreciate that, lotus. But if you want you can just hang out while I try to get to a good stopping point.” He gave you a sweet smile, but you could see the bags under his eyes. You both knew that a good stopping point in his opinion was to just finish. 

“Or you could stop now and let me surprise you with something?” You offered, resting your chin on his head as he turned back to his map. You brought your hands to his shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. 

“What’s the surprise?”

“I have to go set it up in your bathroom, first.”

“Oh, you’re not throwing ten different bath bombs in there again, are you? It took me forever to get the stains out of my tub!” He immediately grew suspicious of you, reaching for the bag. You moved faster than him and snatched it. 

“No bath bombs, I promise! I’ll come get you in a few minutes, alright?” You winked, walking outside of his reach just in case he wanted to grab at you again. He didn’t, but he made a motion for you to hang on. You leaned down to his level, holding the goodies behind you. To your pleasant surprise, he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, but then he gave you a playfully serious look. 

“Don’t do anything stupid.” He said.

“No promises!” You continued your walk and closed the bathroom door behind you. It wasn’t a small room, it would definitely be fine for what you were planning. As quietly as you could, you took some tea lights out of the bag, setting them up around the rim of the tub and on the counter by the sink. There were some face masks for him to choose from, most of them being out-of-the-bottle rather than the slimy sheet ones. You even got a fun patterned headband for him to hold his hair out of his face. Nail polish, in case he was willing to go all out, and some stones you were going to heat up. Finally, you ran a bath, throwing some bubbles in, but not the bomb you picked out—at least, not yet. 

“Nezha? Can you come back here for a second, hon?” You poked your head out of the door with a grin. You heard movement and then moved out of the room and stood in front of the door to meet him. He came to a stop in front of you, wiping his hands on his pants.

“Okay, what did you break?”

“I didn’t break anything, honest! I just wanted to do something nice for you, since I know you’ve been putting a lot of effort into your work lately. So here,” you handed him one of those soft white robes you really only see at hotels. He narrowed his eyes. “Go get changed into this.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see!”

He was still suspicious of you, but he went into his room and then, a few minutes later, you had to do your best not to stare at him as he walked towards you. His figure was hard not to look at. 

“Okay, what’s going on?” 

“Behold! A spa, just for you!”you opened the door with a flourish. He raised his eyebrows at you, then his face turned a bit red.

“Y/n…you know I have stuff to do.” He went in anyways after you took his hand and dragged him in. 

“You always have stuff to do! You’re tired. You need a break.” You ranted at him, gesturing to the bath.

“I guess a little break wouldn’t hurt…” he sighed, rolling his eyes as you turned around to let him get in without being embarrassed.

“That’s the spirit!”

He slipped into the water and moved his hair over the edge of the tub so it wouldn’t get wet. You went to the other side of the tub so you could reach it and gently put it into a braid. You could tell he wasn’t fully relaxed or fond of this, but you intended for that to change at some point.

“Can I do your nails?” You asked. He chuckled.

“Why not.” 

As he held out his hands you got to work in painting them a nice pinkish color. Once you had finished with the top clear coat, you did the other hand and then helped him to put a face mask on. His face was softer now, you noticed, and his shoulders had stopped being stuck in one spot as he gradually gave in to the feeling of not being so stressed. By the end of it, when he got out of the bath and into the robe again, he seemed hesitant to leave.

“You okay?”

“Yes. I’m just really thankful to you for doing this for me.” He hugged you, pressing a kiss to your temple. You kissed him back, smiling at him.

“We’ll have to do this more often, then! You deserve it, you know?” 

“I suppose.”

Capsule I request a angst/comfort RedSon x reader? It’s mostly a thing where the reader sort of helps RedSon show his feelings to his parents.

The reader is RedSon’s happy go lucky girlfriend who recently told him that she wanted him to meet her parents! RedSon being the overachieving (and praise seeking) man he is, agreed, only to be confused when she leads him to a graveyard. There the reader introduced two gravestones as her parents, looking at RedSon expecting him to talk to them. (Ex: “Hello Mom and Dad I want you to meet my new partner! Say hi RedSon!”)

the reader’s parents died not to long ago and as a coping mechanism/comfort she would visit them and talk to their grave stones as if they could hear her. RedSon as the reader is talking to the gravestones starts to wonder what she is feeling, as in how he would feel if his parents would have died. RedSon after the meeting goes to his parents and hugs them and tells them that he does in fact love them very much.

ack my heart 😭 may or may not have cried while writing. /Pos

"Here With You" (1010 w.c)

Redson x Fem!Reader

Pronouns: she her

CW: this is very sad especially at the end bc ya know family stuff

“Are we there yet?”

Redson was, for once, not behind the wheel of his car. He agreed to meet his girlfriend’s parents. But apparently their location was a surprise of sorts.

“Not yet, just a little more to go!” She reassured him. He had to admit, though, that the route they were taking was aesthetically very nice. Lots of greenery, not a whole lot of traffic. Y/n parked the vehicle and hopped out, and Redson got out too. He assumed the building across the street, a small tea shop, was the place they were meeting at. But she took his hand and took the lead.

“This way!”

They entered the cemetery gates. She didn’t hesitate once as she took a mossy brick path towards one side of the space before coming to a halt in front of two humble tombstones bearing her last name.

Oh.

“Mom, dad, I told you he’d be excited to meet you! This is Redson!” She spoke, still holding his hand. Redson was less nervous, now, and more…aware? Conscious of that matter of mortality? He wasn’t quite sure himself. But he still bowed his head in respect.

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. l/n. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m a fan of your work.” He said.

The visit, although quiet, was much more pleasant than the awkward dinner that they sat through when y/n met his parents. He went along with every part of the conversation that he could as y/n told the story of how they met, how cool he was, how he had helped to save the world. And he listened to every word she said about her parents, how kind they were, how much they cared for her.

When they bid the stones adieu, y/n was less cheery than before. Her shoulders drooped and her eyes were just slightly glazed over. He stayed close to her, hooking his elbow with hers.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Red.” She mumbled. Their shoes made rhythmic tapping on the stone ground.

“It’s no problem, y/n. I’m glad I got to meet them. Even if it threw me off at the beginning,” he nudged her, trying to get her to smile, even a little bit. “They seem like lovely people.”

She finally met Redson’s eyes with a smile that held quiet sadness behind it. They stopped walking as tears started to fall. He wiped away every one. He didn’t push her to continue walking, or even to talk about what happened. At this point all that he cared about was letting her get it all out. She buried her face in his chest and he wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“Alright. I’m ready to go.” She sniffled, pulling away from him. He still had an arm around her shoulders, but they made their way back to the car and went home. He dropped her off at her house before going back to his own.

The drive to get to his place was silent. The radio was turned off on purpose—he wanted to think. No one was there to greet him when he got home, and looking at the time, he realized he’d missed dinner with his parents. Normally, he’d be fine with this, opting to sit by himself with whatever food there was left, but this was different. The energy was different. He walked around his home in search of life, even stopping a few of the bull clones to see if they had seen his parents. Finally someone gave him an actual answer—they were in the lounge, probably watching that cooking show. From there, Redson made a beeline to the room. Instead of bursting in like he usually did, he gently pushed open the door, and just sort of stood there, waiting to be noticed. His mother looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

“Ah, you’re back. How did it go?” She asked. She was the one who, that very morning, helped him get ready and gave him advice. Don’t assert yourself heavily. Wait for them to ask about your history before you tell them, otherwise it’ll be rude. In a way, he didn’t go against that.

“I…” he swallowed, not even sure what he wanted to really say. His father paused the show, turning to him.

“You didn’t embarrass yourself, did you?” He half-joked.

“No,” his hands shook despite being buried in his pockets. He didn’t really want to, but he could feel steam coming off his face as he started to cry. His mother got up from her seat in an instant, approaching him to try and figure out what was wrong.

“What happened, dear? You’re not even yelling, that can’t be a good sign.” She cupped his face.

“I just…” he shook even more as he fought to hold himself still. “I love you guys. I don’t always appreciate what you do or even show that I care, but I really do.”

His mother was taken aback, looking at his father worriedly. The Demon Bull King knelt down to his wife and child, still confused, but now aware that this wasn’t a time to try and shame his son. He was getting better at recognizing those moments.

“Did they insult you? Do we need to go attack them?”

“They’re…not with us. It just made me think, and I don’t—“ Redson started breaking down, allowing his shoulders to move as he looked at the ground and let his tears fall. His mother pulled him into her arms, combing her hands through his fiery hair. His father sat on the ground, still much taller than both of them, but now in a position where he could easily embrace them. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“Don’t worry and overthink it, Redson. We’re not going anywhere anytime soon, alright?” His mother shushed him.

“At least, not without a good fight.” His father contributed.

They helped Redson to clean himself up, before going back into the lounge and sitting down all together to enjoy the show.

Hello!! I saw your dating hcs for Macaque and SWK and i gotta admit... THAT I LOVED THEM!! Hope I don't bother you, but could i request some headcanons of what would include being SWK and Macaque's crush?? ^^

I'm so happy you liked them!! And yesssss the crushing phase is the best phase :)))

Being SWK/Macaque's Crush Headcanons!

SWK

As soon as he realizes he’s got feelings, he admittedly is a little afraid. Would you reciprocate? Would you leave? If you’re mortal but wanna be with him, would he have to convince you to become immortal?? He overthinks the entire thing and it hurts his brain

Tries to spend more time with you and offers you a lot of favors or help with anything you want or need. He just wants to prove that he’s loyal and useful, even though you know he doesn’t need to prove anything—you already see it.

He’s not one to flirt a lot. He prefers actions. He’s affectionate to everyone he’s close to, it’s just a habit and a monkey thing. He might be physically more close with you but if you’re not into it he’ll back off the best he can. 

If he’s known you for a long time before developing a crush, he will be more vulnerable with you. He’ll let down his guard, he’ll let you see him without his glamour, whatever. You’ve earned his trust and he wants to show you that.

When Wukong musters up the courage to tell you his feelings, it’s an emotional moment for him. He drops his front of joking and being cool and suave, and his face and tone are serious. In the end, it’s up to you if you want to be with the Monkey King!

Macaque

He doesn’t think he deserves love. But he really likes you, for one reason or another, and you’ve become something for him to start blushing about when he thinks about you! It annoys him that he’s let himself fall in love, but he’s willing to put in some effort.

He’ll disappear a lot. Sometimes unexpectedly, sometimes because he’s got to go investigate something. Most of the time he is in fact scouting something out, but other times he’s testing the waters with you. Will you stick around? How will you act when he returns? But surprise surprise you…don’t mind? That he wants space??? And then and ONLY THEN will he start trying to woo you.

He brings you little trinkets and souvenirs from his travels. He’s less snarky and more genuine when he talks to you. He doesn’t act all moody when you fuss about his wounds after he comes back from a trip. He welcomes your company and even takes you to where he lives, telling you that as long as you don’t root through his stuff you can stop by whenever. 

Macaque will have to have known you for a long time to want to confess to you and even longer to want to even consider letting you see him without his glamours. You will see that sight eventually, believe me it’s worth it, but it takes time. He doesn’t want to get hurt again.

In confessing to you, he will try to act very suave like he knows what he’s doing, but he’s so out of practice with real romance. So he fumbles over his words and probably almost has an anxiety attack in trying to tell you. But after he recovers, he’s ecstatic to hear that you feel the same!

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Hello can I request Mentor! Nezha x student! Reader?

Where Nezha is reader's mentor but reader tends to push themselves a bit too hard

(Platonic)

Oh fun!! Dude nothing hits like a mentor with a burnt out student where the mentor has to actually keep an eye on things

"Blooming" (670 w.c)

Mentor!Nezha x Student!GN!Reader

PLATONIC Oneshot

CW: burnout, Nezha is disappointed

“No, you were too slow. Try again.”

You panted as you put your hands on your knees, looking at the weapon you’d dropped on the ground when he disarmed you. You were putting all your energy into this, and even though he wasn’t even using his powers, he was still much stronger than you. You’d been training under Nezha for weeks now. Shouldn’t you be more ahead?

Nonetheless, you picked up your spear, going back to the edge of the circle you two trained in. You got into the starting position just as he did.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

He rushed at you, letting himself go into the loose defense so you could try to implement the move he was teaching you that day. A sweep of the legs that, if done correctly, would end with the handle of your spear across his shoulders to pin him down. But against the type of plans he had for you to go by, you had spent a few hours last night trying to exercise a little more than you were meant to. And by the gods, you were exhausted. And now you were pinned, too, and you didn’t even remember what happened while you were thinking.

“Okay, we’re done.” He frowned at you, taking your weapon. You didn’t even try to stop him. But this wasn’t how lessons usually ended—he would normally help you up and have you explain what led to the outcome of the fight.

“What? Did I do badly?” You scrambled to get up and follow him to the small building near his home that served as a home gym. He didn’t slow down his pace, his hands were balled into fists.

“It didn’t even feel like you were trying, y/n. Do you have something going on that’s making it harder for you to fight?” His disappointment hurt more than your muscles at the moment. You hung your head.

“I’m sorry. I’m really trying, I swear.” You explained, holding your hands in your pockets. He turned to face you in the doorway of the gym. His arms were folded across his chest as if he were upset, but his eyes were concerned and searching your face for something. You looked at him. He wouldn’t stop teaching you, would he? You’d worked so hard, you couldn’t just stop now!

“You’re not giving me 100 because you haven’t got 100 to give,” He sighed, dropping any anger he might have been holding. “Y/n, have you been doing more work than I’ve told you to do?”

“I mean, I’ve been doing some more night exercises, but no more than a few hours—“

“Hours? Y/n, I set guidelines for you because it’s meant to be completely adapted to your schedule and difficulty level. Doing more than that for the sake of getting ahead isn’t helping, it’s hurting.”

Nezha led you to the center of the yard, where he had you sit with him on the grass. He was across from you and could tell you were trying to directly mirror his pose. Always needing to do it like him.

“I don’t understand. Isn’t it good if I just want to be better?” You asked quietly. He took a few breaths, with you in tow.

“Getting better takes time and proper pacing. Jumping ahead because you think you can handle it isn’t always bad, but in your case, it’s burning you out. We’re putting a hold on your fighting, right now we just need to readjust your pace.” He explained to you. You listened to every word, internally cursing yourself for thinking you’d be able to just sneak this past him. Your intentions were good, it was just…too much.

“You’re a good kid, y/n. Just slow down and wait for me, alright?” Nezha ruffled your hair.

“So you’ll still teach me?”

“Of course I will. You’re my favorite student.”

“I thought I was your only student!”

“You are, you are!”

You two laughed and then settled into a quiet bit of meditation.

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