#He gives the biggest and tightest hugs and loves to give them

[borathae]

Man of the Hour

“You love your best friends, which means that Jungkook will do anything in his powers to make sure that they are safe.”

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Comfort

Warnings: protective!Jungkook, one of OC's friends needs help and he is there for her, sexual harassment, he's the best hubby ever, mentions of sexwork, tears, he's quite frankly The Man

Wordcount: 1.9k

a/n: the header fucking ruins me. he is so handsome ngngn. also, i saw a tiktok about a woman's husband helping her bestie move out of her abusive ex's place and went "you know what? aaol!Kook would always be there for OC's besties" so i wanted to write something about it 🤍

Six fourty two. Jungkook has a little over an hour left until he can finally go home. He doesn’t know that yet because he is currently lost in his work. He has concepts to write and contracts to go through. Jungkook has a very thorough and good team of lawyers which go through anything law related, but Jungkook still likes to check for himself. In his field of work, it is best to trust himself and only himself.

You are already at home, promising him dinner. His favourite. He can’t wait to get home to you. He will give you the tightest hug imaginable and then follow it up with a smooch to your face and lots of promises of his eternal love.

His phone rings. 

Jungkook looks at his smart watch, furrowing his brows in confusion. This is a caller he hadn’t expected to call. He picks up with a funny feeling in his stomach.

“Noona?”

“Jungkook, thank fuck you picked up. I didn’t know who else to call, I need your help.”

At that his ears perk up. The distress is obvious in her voice.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

Loud club music plays in the background. Distorted voices are filling the chaos as well.

“No. I’m at Saturn and there are men who want to hurt me. T-they keep talking about taking turns on, on me.”

Jungkook straightens up in his chair.

“Are you safe right now?”

“I locked myself in the bathroom.” Loud banging. “Jungkook, can you please come and get me? They’re banging on the door. I’m scared.”

“I’m coming. Don’t go anywhere. I promise, I’m coming.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

The phone call ends.

“Noona? Wheein noona?” Jungkook tries, ‘goddamn it, I’m coming.”

He leaves his office quickly, typing in your number to let you know what was happening.

“Bunny, hey there”, you sound happy about his call. “Are you coming home earlier?”

“Wheein noona is in danger.”

“What!?”

“She just called me that she is at Saturn and some assholes are trying to hurt her. She’s in the bathroom, safe for now, but I’m gonna get her.”

“Holy fuck, Kook. Please get her, please. I’m gonna call her right away.”

“Do that. See you later, love.”

“See you.”

The phone call ends. Jungkook gets into his car moments later, driving off as quickly as the law allows. He won’t let Wheein wait. He won’t let any of your friends wait. 

They lovingly call him their adoptive man of the hour sometimes because he will always be there for them if one of them needs male support. Be it something as innocent as moving furniture too heavy or hanging up curtains on a window too high, Jungkook will be there to help as best as possible. The same counts for the heavy stuff. Like rescuing Wheein from a dangerous situation because some men see a sex worker and think they have free range to do anything to her. Or stuff like letting Byulyi crash in his guest bedroom for a few weeks because her ex boyfriend turned out to be a piece of shit abuser and she needed to escape the situation. He even helped her move all her stuff, taking his biggest car so she wouldn’t have to go back to the place more than once. 

Jungkook cares and he cares honestly. Which is why he is officially the adoptive man of the hour for your girls. 

Tonight is no different. Jungkook hurries to the club bathroom as quickly as possible, pushing strangers aside with little care about how rude he might seem. Manners don’t count when one of his friends is in danger. 

The men aren’t in front of the bathroom anymore, but that doesn’t calm Jungkook down. They could still be hiding somewhere, waiting for a moment to jump Wheein if she ever comes out. 

He knocks on the door, calling out Wheein’s name.

“It’s me. Jungkook. The air’s clear, I promise.” 

Seconds later the door unlocks. Her face is messy because she cried off her makeup.

“Noona, hey there.” Jungkook steps closer, resting his hands on the doorframe so she was shielded from prying eyes and therefore safe. “I came as quickly as I could. How are you?”

“I’m sorry for calling. I didn’t know who else to call. You’re the only man I can trust.”

“Don’t apologise, noona. I’m just glad that you’re okay. Should we go home?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d really like that.”

“Our place or yours?”

“Can I s-stay at your place for a while?” she stutters, looking smaller than normally. Anxiety is definitely shrinking her.

“Of course, you can.” Jungkook assures her and looks over his shoulder. A few men are looking at him. Is that them? He sends them a deathly glare, then looks back at Wheein with soft eyes. “Is it okay for me to put my arm around you? So I can keep you safe?”

“Yeah, please. I’m sorry, I know that’s a lot to ask.”

“Don’t worry. It’s to keep you safe. You can hide away in my side if you need to. I’ll make sure nothing happens.”

“Thank you so much”, she barely gets out and seeks safety in his arms, knowing that she won’t be hurt anymore. And Jungkook takes pride in knowing that he can help her leave this shady place unharmed. He won’t ever let any of your friends get hurt. He will protect them just as much as he will protect you. They are his girls because they are your girls. And Jungkook fights for his girls.

The strange men inch closer like hyenas. So Jungkook’s gist was correct.

“Where are you taking her? We were here first”, one of them tries to fight him, while the others gawk lustfully. Like fucking starving animals. Disgusting.

“I’m gonna punch in your face if you keep talking”, Jungkook spits and leads Wheein past them without giving them any more attention.

“Hey!”

“Come back!”

They call after them.

“Don’t listen to them, noona. I’m here now”, Jungkook assures her and pulls her closer, “fuck, should I get back there and get their names? I’ll tell my lawyers to take care of them.”

“No please just, please just take me away”, she pleads because she is too scared to stay in this situation any longer. Jungkook respects her decision even if he really wants to punish them.

“Alright, I will. Don’t worry”, Jungkook promises, leading her safely out of the club and to his car.

He helps her inside and rounds the car, looking at the club one last time. The animals which call themselves men are lingering by the entrance, sending deathly glances Jungkook’s way.

“Fucking vermin”, he presses out and gets inside his car. He locks the doors and starts the engine. “I’ve got water in the door compartment if you need it.”

“Thank you”, Wheein whispers and relaxes in the seat just as Jungkook finally takes her away from the scary situation.

You are in the parking garage, dressed in slippers and your loungewear and looking beyond worried, when they finally arrive at home. You run to Wheein the moment the car pulls in, calling out to her.

“Unnie! Oh god, I was so worried!” you hug her tightly. So tightly in fact that her brittle composure finally breaks and she cries into your shoulder. 

“I was so scared. So, so scared.”

“I’m sorry, unnie. Oh god this is awful, I’m sorry. Let’s go upstairs, I made tea.”

“Thank you. You have no idea how much I need this tonight.”

“Unnie, of course. You can crash here if you want to.”

“I think I do.”

“You can stay as long as you need. What happened? Do you wanna tell me? Oh god, unnie I’m so glad that you’re okay.”

“I was so scared. One of them recognised me from Paradis and, and then he and his friends tried to get me to fuck them and when I said no they followed me to-” She hides away in your arms. “I can’t.”

“It’s okay unnie, it’s okay. Just cry in my arms, I’m here.”

Jungkook lets you and Wheein talk, while he stands next to you and listens, rubbing your lower back soothingly. Wheein cries the entire elevator ride, telling you all about what happened while you curse at the men. Jungkook wanted to curse as well. He hates most of his fellow men a lot. He bears witness to how most act and think and talk when there are no women present. If Jungkook saved up each time one of his business partners made a misogynistic “joke” about their wives or women in general, he would be able to buy a house within six months. If he saved up each time he has one of them confesses how they are cheating on said wives followed by a “huh? As a man you should understand me” when Jungkook voices his distaste for such behaviour, he could buy a new sports car within seven months. Jungkook loathes most of his fellow men and how they carry their hatred for half of humanity with fucking pride. 

Wheein eats dinner with you, after taking a shower and borrowing some of your clothes. You sit by her side, holding her hand as she keeps repeating the story over and over again to work through it. Neither you nor Jungkook mind that she keeps repeating herself. Sometimes one just needs to keep talking about the same stuff over and over again until it finally stops hurting.

After dinner, you and Jungkook don’t really get to talk a lot because somehow the situation was so shocking that you both forgot to function until Wheein was truly safe in her bed. 

Jungkook is still in his suit, cleaning the kitchen after loading the dishwasher, when you return from the bathroom. He shrugged off his jacket and tie, but kept his waistcoat on. The main lights are off, only the stand lights in the living room are turned on and the light above the stove. Jungkook likes working in darkness because it is easier on his eyes. They get sensitive after a long day at the office.

You come up behind him, sneaking your arms around him so your hands were resting on his pecs innocently. Jungkook places the towel aside and leans back into your hug, caressing your lower arms.

“Thank you”, you whisper.

“Mhm”, he hums, closing his eyes. 

“Thank you so fucking much.”

He hums again. You turn him to you, holding his hands and pressing them against his chest. He looks at you, waiting for you to speak. The gratitude in your eyes is almost consuming them whole.

“You have no idea how much I appreciate what you did for Wheein today. What you keep doing for all of them.”

“They’re your best friends, which means I gotta be there for them. No, I want to be there for them.”

“You and I both know that not many think this way. Seriously, thank you so fucking much.”

He smiles, discarding you with a shake of his head.

“I’m just glad that noona is safe.”

“Me too. Fuck, me too”, you say, sagging your shoulders. You look up at him, pouting sadly to the point where your lower lip trembles. “I think I need a hug.”

“Come here.” Jungkook hugs you, rubbing the back of your head. “She’s safe now. I promise.”

“I’m so glad.”

“Me too.” Jungkook hugs you tighter when he hears you sniffle. “Let it out if you need to. I’m here for you.”

You melt into him, feeling safe. He is truly the man of the hour. Your gentle, good hearted man of the hour. 

[baby-tini]

Street Racer Mikey fucking a fan...

(BTW I AM SO IN LOVE WITH YOUR WORKS ❤️🤭😩)

You've always admired Manjiro Sano, you've been his biggest fan for months and he's all you thought about since you first saw him on the television, you'd always watch the races amd now you were finally able too go when your friend took you. Now, you've always liked motorcycles, found them too be fun and you always thought that they had this... appeal to them. That's why you were so honored too be in such a situation, that being, under Manjiro Sano himself. You didn't really think too much about approaching him, all you wanted was an autograph anyway, and he was more then happy too give you one. He was so sweet to you, he was like.. a sweet-talker, and you were just enamoured with this man. His black eyes were soft as he signed the autograph, a picture of himself and he was just so sweet and charming, chatting you up even after his autographs were over with. He had offered drinks back at his house and you were more then eager too go with him. Flying through the streets with him, on his prized CB250T, the loud engine roaring as he sped through the streets, the sharp wind causing your hair too whirl around through out the midnight air. His place was nice from the outside, but even more beautiful from the inside when you guys had gotten their, but his bed had been even more luxurious as he had laid you on the satin sheets. It smelled nice, quite a strong scent of a citrusy, yuzu and grapefruit with earthy tones of bamboo leaf and cypress, you knew he'd smell nice but it was just overwhelming in the best of ways as he placed sloppy kisses all over your neck, strings of saliva connecting from his tongue to your neck as he left pretty crimson and violet colored bruises on the once un-touched skin. The coordination was sloppy as you pulled and tugged at the others clothes, pieces of them ripping on both sides from the slight struggle. His hips were against yours before you could blink, pleading in your ear for you too let him in, please let him fuck you. He sounded do needy, not something you would've ever used too describe a man that looked like this, but the look in his almost pitch black eyes screamed, begged and gave you non-verbal pleas as you spread your legs for him, his eyes drifting down between your legs in an instant. He didn't give you time too breathe as he pushed inside, the rough skin of his hands enclosing around your waist as he held onto it tightly, attempting too ground himself. Your cunt tighten on him like a vice as he struggled too calm his racing heart from the soft velvet of your cunt, your slick gushing down the base of his cock in waves. The stickiness keeping him tightly enclosed from the narrow hug of your cunt.

"I guess you weren't lying about being my biggest fan, huh?... tightest too."

[luveline]

Baby blurb of roan trying to explain to reader that she’s upset bc she misses her dad and they bind over their love for him and he comes into the room and hears it <3

thank you for your request! eddie and roan ♥︎ fem!reader

Roan feels heavy where she lays across your stomach. You've needed to use the bathroom for a while but you're reluctant to disturb her, raking your fingers through her springy dark curls. 

"You're sure you're not still hungry?" you ask her. 

"Not hungry," she says. 

Cartoon characters fight one another on screen. A cat with a huge hammer and a mouse running away from him, though the mouse has set a trap down the hallway. Roan doesn't so much as huff, which sucks. She usually loves it. 

"Is there something fun we can do, then, if you're not feeling up for anything yummy?" 

"No, thanks." 

You scratch her scalp with your fingernails gently. "You wanna give me a hug?"

She slowly turns in your lap to wrap her arms around your waist. You rub her back, pulling down her purple pyjama top to cover her pale skin peeking out. She's outgrowing these ones, too. 

It'll be a shame when she can't fit into them anymore, you think. She's so cute in them, a soft silk that makes her look lavish, and well-looked after.

"Ro," you say, infusing your voice with love, cheer, and understanding, as much as you can, "tell me what's the matter, baby." 

"I just miss daddy," she says flippantly. 

"Oh." You knew that, but it's still sad. "You don't have to wait for me to ask, you know that? You can tell me straight away, whenever you miss him or you're sad." 

"I know," she mumbles. 

"Okay… He'll be home really soon, bub. Before bed time, he promised." 

"I don't like when he's not here for dinner." 

"I know." 

"He does the thing with my straw, and he," —her voice starts to wear, and she sniffles— "does the Animal voice when he does the dishes…" 

You cuddle her to your chest. "I know, babe. It's okay. He's gonna be home so soon, and we'll tell him just how much we miss him and it's Saturday tomorrow, so you'll see him all day long." 

"I want to see him now," she says, and starts to cry. 

"Roan," you say gently, softly, brimming with love and sympathy. 

You pull her up the length of your chest and tuck her face into your neck, chin on top of her head, hands shielding her little shoulders. You shush her, though you don't truly want her to shush, and turn your head to kiss her temple. 

"It's okay, baby," you say. 

"I miss him, it's been all day," she says. 

She sounds so sad, it makes you wonder if getting her in the car and driving her down to Jeff's house would make you a bad fiance. You've been alone with Roan a hundred times and she rarely gets to missing Eddie so badly. It's been a long week, though, and you understand why she's feeling this way: Eddie and Roan are an extension of one another, as close as a father and daughter can be. Eddie is a constant, a rock, a sweetheart. You don't blame her for missing all his little things. 

"I know, I miss him too, princess. He's the best, huh? He's the best. I bet when he gets home he'll give you the biggest, tightest hug, and he'll give you one of his yucky wet kisses." Roan giggles. You smooth the hair back from her face, tilting her head back to dry her tears. "And we'll have to fight over who gets to lay on top of him and steal all his cuddles." 

"Why are we fighting? I have two arms," Eddie says cheerily. 

You jump out of your skin, Roan clutched to your chest and away from the intruder. Roan, not nearly as unnerved by his sudden appearance, wriggles out of your clutches and sprints around the sofa. She hits Eddie's calves with an audible thump. 

You press your hand to your thudding chest and turn to watch as he pulls her up for a hug. He's laughing, proper dad laughs that are groaning and faux reluctant but full of love. He hugs her chest and swings her side to side. 

"My big girl," he says, staring down at her face. He frowns at her shining cheeks. "My girl." 

He pats her back. 

"You scared the sugar out of me, Eds," you complain. 

He isn't sorry, and why would he be? You barely sound like you're complaining, a smile stretching from one corner to the other. He juts his head and together you make a Roan-sandwich, your cheek pressed to his shoulder. He smells like diesel, which means you and roan are gonna smell like diesel, too, but it doesn't matter. You have all weekend to wash out the smell. 

"You smell," you mumble. Your nose itches at the intensity.

"How come you say nice things behind my back and mean stuff to my face?" he asks. 

"Who says I'm saying nice stuff?" 

"I heard you." 

"Spying isn't nice, dad," Roan says. 

She rubs her face against his collar. Her fingers card in his hair clumsily. 

He looks down at her. You watch his eyes soften, his lashes thick at the corners and his pupils like dimes. 

He speaks into her forehead, "Are you guys hungry? 'Cause I'm starving." 

"Yes!" Roan says. "So hungry!" 

"You not feeding my girl?" he asks you, eyebrows raised. 

You roll your eyes and lead them both into the kitchen, where his dinner and her leftovers have been covered in aluminium foil. You don't ask for an apology (because he'd only been joking), but he gives you one anyways, dotting a quick kiss to the highest point of your cheek. 

Roan gets a much wetter one, and she loves it. 

[homestylehughes]

jack Hughes- noise

noise- jack hughes

summary: where jack is the only noise you ever want to hear.

wc:725

PSAAAA: hiii!!! if you clicked on this story thank you so much!! I'm new to writing on tumblr so I'm still learning!! so pls be nice ( I promise I'll get better) anyways hope you enjoy, let me know what you think below (omfg I'm sorry this is so long I'll stfu now<3)

fic below:

time is moving slowly, each time i look at the clock. time is moving slower and slower. I used to love being alone, i used to love my noiseless life, or the noises that i found simple and easy. like the noise of my ac blowing when doing my homework. or the occasional noise of my favorite records i’d play, and dance too around my apartment at 2 am. now i have a different type of noise in my life, jack hughes. 

if you would have told me a year and half ago, i be waiting to hear noise fill up my life and apartment; i’d tell you you’re crazy. my noise being jack hughes. there’s nights like these where i really want him here, to feel his noise.  

the devils lost to the Sharks tonight 6-3. after coming off a 3 game heater, i knew this loss would be hard for them. for him. i waited for him to call, to hear the noise of his ringtone, for it to ring through my ears. constantly glancing at the clock on my wall, as i see the time ticking by, slower and slower. i just wanted to hear my favorite noise. after most losses, jack didn’t come over. i respected that, i knew he needed space sometimes, and i would always give that too him. but right now i was missing my noise, i wanted nothing more than to grab my keys and head out the door, drive 40 minutes to his place. i wanted nothing more than to call in 15 times, spam him with texts, to let him know that i missed him and that i’m here for him. that i missed his noise.  

the game ended 3 hours ago. i keep looking at the clock, time is still moving slowly. i make my way to my bedroom, throwing on one jacks shirts. i slowly make my way to my bed, a bed that feels cold without him. i close my eyes, and try to think of something that can send me off to sleep. all of my thoughts are about jack, and how much i miss his smile. his laugh. his sassy comments. his kisses, oh god how much i miss his kisses. and most importantly his noise. my thoughts are starting to slowly fade, my eyes start to slowly close. as my eyes flutter close for the last time.

 i hear a pounding at my door, i glance at my clock and the time reads 3:30 am. who’s here at 3:30 am? i slowly make my way through my apartment, turning a light in the hallway, in which i immediately regret. i turn the handle at the door, not knowing who to expect. my mind goes foggy when i see jack standing in my hallway. all my thoughts are immediately consumed by him again. all of my thoughts are consumed by his noise.

“hi” i say, as i look at jack who’s still standing in the hallway outside my apartment. “hi” jack breathes back out to me. our eyes never leave each other. i can’t take the space anymore, i can’t take the silence. i need his noise.

 i pull him into my apartment and slam the door behind us. the next thing i know is jacks body slamming into mine. pulling me into the biggest and tightest hug ive ever received. we stand in my living room of my apartment, embraced in each other arms. no words need to be said between us. i slowly pull apart, too look into his eyes. scanning his face to see any sign of injury, instead all i find is love and calmness.

 i grab his hand and led him into my room. knowing my bed will no longer be cold with him in it. no other words have been exchanged yet, no other words need to be exchanged. we get into bed, and jack quickly pulls me into his flush body.

i can feel his noise. i can hear his noise. the steady sound of his breathing. the sound of his heart beating beneath me. this is all i need. his noise. my favorite noise jack. my jack. i slowly fall asleep to the sound of his noise, and now i'm no longer alone. my noise, my home is back.

[marimayscarlett]

Hi! I absolutely love all of your detailed posts about Richard, they make my day when you post them, I was wondering if you could make a compilation of very wholesome moments with fans? I'm afraid that Rammstein will never come back to the US and I'll miss my chance of meeting him in person and I'd love to see some sweet fan interactions ❤️ Dankeschön ❤️❤️

Hi 🤍

Please excuse my late reply to this, but I love this ask! It's known that Richard can be very warmhearted towards fans and gives out bone-crushing hugs left and right - I found several accounts of fans who met him and will accumulate these in the following post 😊 (sources are linked at the end of the post.)

First some stories of fans who shared their experiences on the internet:

One fan met him before a concert, he gave the fan a hug and they say that to this day, they haven't forgotten the feeling of this hug.

Here's an account of a fan who met Richard at a resort in Mexico: "Richard never acted like we were imposing on his time or being a hindrance, even though he was with a table of friends. As soon as we were in eye contact range, his entire demeanor changed. He lit up like a Christmas tree and stood to shake our hands, stood close to us to chat for a few minutes - five minutes, tops, and gave us hugs as we left before shaking our hands again."

After a concert: "The hug I got was bone crushing. I was right in front of him. Cried my way through Frühling [...]. He checked on me and asked me if I was ok. Said i was fine and even the amount of times I'd seen them play, i got so caught up in the emotion. Richard told me they were the most moving moments for him at least and pulled me into a huge hug that if i think about it, i can still feel. Sounds weird but when you get a hug like that you dont forget it."

Richard seems to be a bit camera-shy while being out and about (declining selfies most of the time), but offers/asks for hugs himself as a return, as told by a fan who met him at the Chicago Airport. The fan apologized after asking for a selfie, yet Richard immediately asked her to give him a hug afterwards.

At a concert at the Palace of Auburn Hills in Detroit back, May 2012: "For some reason, I thought of making a sign that said "Pick für mich, bitte". We were right at the barricade and I decided to flash the sign. I don't even know what I expected out of it. Well, Richard fucking Kruspe went to his mic stand, got a pick, went to the security guard in front of the railing and told him to give me the pick. The guard and I had chatted prior to their performance, so he looked at me with a "way to go, kid" look. People around me cheered. Best concert memory ever. Nothing but a class act."

Another fan reports him being quite talkative and attentive during parties - apparently really listening to the other person and showing real interest. He really likes to talk about music and guitars and seemingly likes hearing the opinions of fans.

Meeting the band in front of their hotel: "His hug was the tightest, and he smells SO GOOD, I wanted to ask what was his perfume. I told him I loved Emigrate, he gave me the biggest smile and thanked me."

Then we have voice from withing the fandom on here - the lovely and helpful @anwiel13 said this about meeting him at a Meet&Greet (thank you again for sharing this! 🤍):

"Once he entered the room, we immediately know it. Not that he did something, but he really has this big personality, in very good way. He was smiling all the time, unless taking photos, than we was all his gothic deep stare self. He was also super nice to two girls, who were absolutely nervous, telling him how much they love him. We all know he hear this all the time, but he really looked like he is listening them and make them feel not like crazy fangirls annoying him with their feelings. If that's make sense. He hugged one girl when she asked him and again, did not looked like she's annoying him with this. He left very quickly after taking photos and signed our things. Overall, he was very nice and caring. I heard somebody complain about him being all snobby and annoyed during some M&G, but he was nothing like this during the one in Prague."

Plus I have found two 'essay'-posts on here describing fan-experiences at Meet&Greets and afterparties:

Here Richard is described as really warmhearted, smiling and patient with the fans:

A very wholesome interaction (with a cute Paulchard momet) with a fan who brought selfmade fan art with her:

And since of course I found some experiences with other band members on my research-way, here are my favourites of some of the other guys 😊:

At an afterparty: "I spent a long time talking to Flake who is beautifully underappreciated. He's such a wise man with an incredibly dark sense of humour. [...] Flakes English isn't great but he seemed to really appreciate that someone would talk to him in German and happy to help me figure out words I wasn't familiar with and vice versa. I really appreciated it as he did slow down his natural German speaking speed to help me continue a conversation in German as native speaking speed was just a little too fast."

At a meet and greet: "Schneider gave me such Dom-Daddy vibes that I would have got on my knees if he asked. He was so friendly, asked about myself and I was able to give him a letter from my best friend who had spoken to him years before, and he was so happy to take it."

At an afterparty of Till's solo tour (London concert): "I went to see Lindemann in London and was invited to the after party and ended up trying to open a bottle of wine with a set of keys with Till and then ended up drinking vodka and chatting to him for a few hours. Such a humble human and one of my biggest role models in life - he made me want to become a fire performer and he said I looked great doing what I do."

"Did a meet & greet on the 2019 tour and a bunch of the after parties. Doom is an incredible dancer and Paul and Richard give the best hugs." (I've read several times that Schneider seemingly kills it on the dance floor 👀)

Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6

All in all, it's always amazing reading about fans having nice experiences with them - but let's not forget (since some people do exactly this), the band members are also just human beings like you and me, don't owe the fans smiles and good moods, and it's not a crime to have a bad day once in a while (with less enthusiastic interaction with fans) or just wanting some peace or being in a hurry, since they all do have private lives🤝🏼

[alwritey-aphrodite]

hi ummm could i request matching pajamas with roy kent 👀❤️

2023 Holiday Blurbs

While Roy Kent might be seen as the biggest grump in the Premier League, he’s nothing but a giant softie with you. It had only taken a handful of dates for the man to be wrapped around your finger, and now that you’ve been together for a few years, he’s more than whipped for you. You’d never tell anyone, though, lest you ruin his street cred.

Whenever the holidays roll around, Roy gets especially thoughtful, buying things for you or Phoebe or his sister without a second thought, and he always ends up too excited to see your reactions to wait to give you the gifts so you end up with a perfectly wrapped present waiting for you when you get home from work in the middle of the week, still days and days away from Christmas morning.

“What’s this?” You ask, nodding towards the three packages displayed on your kitchen counter. Normally the middle of the week gifts are small and silly, but these boxes look much larger than what you’re used to, and there’s never been more than one gift waiting for you to open.

“Open it and find out,” comes Roy’s cryptic response, even as you notice him struggling to keep a smile off his face. In all your years of knowing him, it’s become clear to you that he prefers to give gifts instead of receive them, getting a thrill like no other when he watches someone he loves unwrapping something he picked out especially for them.

You do as he says, carefully tearing the wrapping paper to draw the moment out, anticipation gnawing at your ribs as you look up at Roy before pulling the paper clean off.

It’s a pair of cozy pajamas, looking like the softest things you’ve seen in your entire life and decorated with a pattern of red and white swirls, perfectly festive. You love them, and you love that Roy thinks of you enough to spoil you beyond your wildest dreams, but you’re a little confused about why he’d be so excited to give you pajamas.

“Should I open the rest or do I have to wait?” You ask, fingers inching towards the unopened wrapping paper on the other two packages when you notice Roy still looks like he’s holding something back.

“Go on,” he tells you, face splitting into a grin as you tear into the other packages with more vigor.

A pile of wrapping paper on the ground, you’re left with two more pairs of pajamas, both in the same pattern as the first, but one is larger and one is much smaller. It’s a little embarrassing how long it takes you to process the gift, and then you’re hurling yourself around the kitchen counter and wrapping Roy in the tightest hug possible.

“I hope you know I’ll have to take a picture of the three of us,” you whisper into his neck, feeling him chuckle as he refuses to let you go just yet.

“As long as you never show anyone,” he responds, and you know he’s joking, but you could never imagine telling anyone that Roy went out of his way to buy the two of you pajamas to match with his niece, and no one would believe you anyway, except for his sister.

Maybe you’ll get the picture framed to give to her.

[that1fangirrl]

Dating a Ballet Dancer...

Cw: some 18+,food mentions

A/N: This was honestly so adorable to me. I think I might write so more for it later on. If you have any ideas for this or other concepts, my inbox is always open. Enjoy!

He does not understand why ballerinas wear so many layers to practice. Especially because they are mostly thin and mesh garments, but with leg warmers

Yoga and stretch “dates”

Forcing her to eat more food so she can build up strength… or at least him sneaking a few snacks in her bag before she leaves for practice

Helping her stay in shape and healthy always

Something tells me he’d be curious to try a move… maybe stick to plié or tendu. Just like small footwork. Nothing extreme

He probably helps her with choreography. His enhanced senses pick up on slight changes so i definitely see him being like “oh that pirouette wasn’t as strong” or “your elbows aren’t tucked in right”

He doesn’t seem like a nervous person, but knowing with any sport you can get hurt has him on edge all the time. “What if you don’t land right and break an ankle?”

But he’s fairly confident in his babygirl… she's a professional after all

He's a huge stickler when it comes to her health. I know I said it before, but he's constantly watching what she eats, how much sleep and rest she gets. Cause he knows what the body needs to feel good and function better

Maybe it even motivates him to be better about his own health

It doesn’t help that they’re in college which always somehow means snacks over real food

If practice goes longer into the night, he’ll wait in the building or in the studio, so they can walk back to his or her dorm

Classical music is a must for them both. Just picture it. Him sitting on the bed studying with the music softly in the background while his adorable lover mimics the movements in her head along to the music. He would have the cutest little soft smile on his face(y'know the one)

When it’s tech/rehearsal week and he's not allowed to be around, it’s the worst. He’s only allowed to sit on one of the benches outside of the theater/auditorium. He can hear her jagged breathing, the nerves bounces off the walls, the constant frustration running through her veins. It makes him super antsy that he can’t barge in and console his sweet angel. 

But after each night of rehearsing, he makes sure Foggy isn’t at their dorm, so he can give her a well deserved night of comfort. Whether that be a nice massage, cuddling with an audiobook or some music, or everyone’s favorite… sex!!

Speaking of sex… he’s 100% her first. He’s so sweet and gentle. Constantly asking if she’s okay, if she wants to try something else, etc. It’s always a good time. Vanilla, but who cares? They're only in college.

Back to our charmer, he might’ve flirted with the dance instructor a little so he could be allowed into the dance studio after hours or during sessions. She’s an older lady, so of course she’s gonna love that little catholic boy who’s “too much”.

Now when the tickets for each show goes on sale, he is the first and i repeat THE FIRST to get a ticket. He’s up bright and early waiting for the doors to open so he can get one and be prepared for the night. 

During the day, he tries his best to keep her head up. Makes her stand in front of a mirror and say only positive things to herself. Even texts in the middle of his day, that she's gonna kill it. 

He even has Foggy tag along. Has him help pick out flowers and a cute card. Maybe even some cute jewelry, like a little dainty bracelet that has a ballet charm on it. Foggy doesn’t mind though, he’s their number 1 supporter. 

At the end of the show, he finds her backstage crying. Something about how she messed up on her turns and everyone noticed. To which he assures her with the biggest and tightest hug. “The crowd loved you Angel. They were absolutely breathless and amazed. If you did mess up, they didn’t even notice because your beauty hypnotized them too much.” Ending it with a billion kisses all over the face and on her forehead. 

She kept those flowers by the way. Dried them out and has them in a special area of their apartment. Probably in some cute little keepsake box. 

 After all these years, they’re still together. Graduated from school. Successful lawyer and Ballet Dancer of Hell’s Kitchen.

He still goes to all of her shows. Brings Foggy and Karen. Has a cute new bouquet of flowers each time. 

One night, he brings a ring. And after the show, they go for a small walk in the park nearby and he gets on one knee and proposes to her. The rest from there is history.

[wxnheart]

Heya!

I don't know if you take requests, so I am sorry in advance if you don't.

Anywho! What if COD men (and women because im a MASSIVE simp for Valeria) comforted reader when they were having a "shutdown" or experienced something traumatic? Or a nonverbal reader with them.

Feel free to ignore! - 🐏

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

note: so I thought this would be a two-parter but I guess not! hope you all enjoy it!

Valeria - She isn't the most... comforting person. At all, really, but she does recognize when you're in dire need of a pick-me-up. She'll comfort you, alright. Her words are brusque and there's a steel edge to them, but it usually hits the mark. The type to wrap an arm around your shoulders more than she would give you a full-blown hug.

König - He's got the spirit, really he does, even if he's freaking the fuck out internally over your current state. Honestly, he'll stand there awkwardly, silently debating his next course of action. Essentially, what this boils down to is König ultimately electing to act purely on instinct and envelop you into the tightest hug. To his dismay, you don't readily return it but when you do, when he feels you press against him and wrap your arms languidly around his waist does König rejoice. Yeah, you two are gonna be okay, Schatz...

John Price - Price, funnily enough, won't seek you out. He knows all too well that look in your eye and the way you're moving. Or not moving. He's the type who'll give you space to process what happened. "You know where I am." And you do. You absolutely do. And Price immediately finds his arms full.

Rudy - Tries to get you out of your shell with one of his awkwardly humorous quips. To no avail. At least, that's what he thinks. You won't even spare him a glance. He finally says something and it's enough to make you shoot him one of your famous (or infamous?) death glares. Seeing as this is Rudy, he flashes you a smile (a surprisingly soft smile, might I add). "Finally got you to look at me, eh?" Oh, Rudy. You recognize his efforts with a less deadly stare and a small smile of your own.

Alejandro - He could give you a speech, the same thing he does to his men. But he won't. He doesn't. However, he does make you do an activity that is self-soothing to you. For him, it's punching on his punching bag. He recommends you try that out sometime. Alejandro won't make you talk about it if you don't want to, only when you're ready. He knows firsthand what it's like to internalize things. Interestingly enough, the same wisdom he imparts unto you is the same wisdom Rudy gave to him.

Gaz - Gaz is the type to keep a private comfortable space for himself when he needs to de-stress or simply be to himself. He told you about it before. And so, feeling incredibly under the weather (biggest fucking understatement of the year), you find him there and he gestures for you to sit down. And so you do. You sit there and bask in the ambiance and his presence while he works. It may not seem like much but it's more than enough for you. He may not think himself a soothing presence, but he most definitely is.

Ghost and Soap - They're a package deal when it comes to your comfort, love. Mostly because Ghost is... Ghost and Soap would rather you smile more often than not. They balance each other out, honestly. Johnny wants so badly to hold you but respects your need for space. And so they'll both sit there with you in silence. That is until Johnny makes some quip that makes you laugh and Ghost roll his eyes and grunt.

Phillip Graves - Lmao. Asshole.

[softstraykidshours]

skz when you buy them a gift they've really wanted

pairing: ot8 stray kids x gn!reader

genre: fluff, headcanon

length: 698

warnings: none

a/n: this was a request sent in by @niaannmitchell. thanks for the lovely idea, bestie! this was so so so so fun!!

chan

he is so touched that you remembered what he wanted, but he’s also soooo nervous about it. he just doesn’t know how to react to someone buying him things. his face will get all red and he’ll stumble over his words as he tries to say thank you. he is also instantly going to try to find something to buy you too because he feels guilty (even though it’s literally his birthday and the day is supposed to be all about him).

minho

he’s very bad at reacting to gifts so even though he loves it he only responds with a simple “thank you." but don’t worry because internally he’s screaming, because he had mentioned this gift off-hand once like a month or two prior, and he can’t believe you remembered. it’s all he can think about for days (months), he’s literally so endeared by you.

changbin

he’s sooo excited that you bought him something he really wanted. he will literally immediately drop the present to pick you up in the biggest bear hug and spin you in circles. he will not stop saying thank you, like every other sentence is a thank you. if you buy him something fragile you have to keep reminding him that he can’t drop it the whole time he’s opening it because he will most definitely accidentally break it in his excitement if you don’t.

hyunjin

he drops major hints when he wants something. and not even subtle hints, like he could not be more obvious about it. so when you do finally buy it for him he takes one look at the box and instantly knows what it is. initially he doesn’t really react, because he’s not surprised and will just immediately start trying it on and taking pictures (99% of the time when he wants something it’s either an article of clothing or accessory). but then he remembers to say thank you so he gives you the most dramatic (and fake) reaction you’ve ever seen in your life. you know that deep down he’s still very grateful that you are spoiling him, he is just so bad at showing it.

jisung

he’s literally so excited, it’s like watching a little kid on his birthday when you get him something he has been wanting. he will be shrieking louder than you thought humanly possible when he sees the present and will not shut up about it for the rest of the day (or week). he’s immediately calling all of the other members and his parents to tell them and will also be informing everyone he sees for the rest of the day about it.

felix

he’s so overcome with emotion that you remembered him mentioning he wanted the gift that he starts tearing up the second he opens it. he’s going to try to say thank you, but will end up having a breakdown mid sentence and just start sobbing. he’s going to give you the tightest hug and cry on your shoulder and will literally not let go for like half an hour no matter what you say. 

seungmin

he never actually asked for or hinted at what he wanted, but you know him well enough that you knew exactly what he wanted and bought it for him. his initial reaction is to find a way to tease you about it. like, “wow, are you really that obsessed with me?” “what a simp.” he’s definitely playing it up, especially if there are other people around. but the second he has a moment alone he is sneaking up behind you to hug you and whisper a soft thank you in your ear while kissing your temple because he thinks it’s so so so sweet. 

jeongin

he doesn’t have too much of a reaction because he doesn’t want to seem lame about being super excited. this is especially true if you get him something “not cool” like the newest version of his favorite video game. but internally he’s freaking out because oh my gosh his partner remembered what he liked and also spent their money on it and also wrapped it and oh my gosh he thinks that you’re literally the best person ever. 

[i-never-forgot]

dusknoir would give the biggest, tightest, most enveloping, best hugs ever. end of discussion…

(just kidding lmao y’all know that ain’t the end of it)

…provided, of course, he learns how to give them.

once he grows accustomed to the absentminded physical affection that the others trade so casually, so thoughtlessly, so comfortably.

once he overcomes his initial aversion to touch bc of the fight-or-flight instinct he’s lived with all his life and realizes that he’s not only touch-starved, but touch-famished—touch-malnourished, if you will.

once he tamps down his suddenly realized ravenousness into something less overwhelming and something more palatable (in his mind, at least) to those around him who—not too long ago—he was actively hunting down with the intent to execute.

once he stops flinching when someone reaches out to him, stops tensing when others raise their voices a little too loud, even in excitement, stops clenching his hands into fists when he surveys any given room or space for exits and assesses the unfamiliar Pokemon for who would pose the biggest threat at any given time.

once he learns how to measure his strength so he doesn’t accidentally hurt anyone, no longer needing to utilize the violence he so carefully developed, now suddenly so mindful of his body and the space he takes up as well as the frightening power in his arms and the sheer size of his destructive hands.

…ultimately, dusknoir would give the best hugs once he forgives himself, like everyone else has, and allows himself to be hugged first—to experience love and gentleness at its most vulnerable, without fear.

[lynzishell]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

Ahhh TYSM for sending me this ask!!! Honestly, the timing could not be more perfect because I have been wanting to give Lex the spotlight for quite some time now!! I cannot tell you how much I ✨adore✨ this girl!!! And let me tell you why....

💚Lex McPhee💚

Ahhh we love Lex, you guys! She is loud and extroverted and optimistic and compassionate and gives the biggest tightest hugs in the whole world! She's protective of those she loves, and has no issue telling off those she despises. She's very honest, and will always tell you truth, even if it hurts, but she won't be insensitive about it. Like.. "I know you don't want to hear this, but I'll be here with you while you process it" kinda vibes.

"Lex" is actually short for Lexus, which she absolutely hates. No one who wants to keep all their teeth would ever call her that... even her parents eventually gave it up. (She'd probably be angry that I even told you so shhhhh)

Speaking of her parents... She does not get along with them. They aren't necessarily terrible, they've just never seen eye to eye. They're very materialistic and snobbish and care too much about appearances. They fought a lot when she was growing up, and she was happy to leave home as soon as she could.

Where's that you ask? Brindleton Bay, of course! She grew up there, as did Asher, and the two of them have been Best Friends since middle school. They're both very energetic and animated when they speak, so the two of them telling a story together is either overwhelming or hilarious, depending on the person. And they tend to rile each other up and start bickering or wrestling or having silly competitions that spring up out of nowhere. (Lex is also *very* competitive lol)

After high school, she moved to San Myshuno. While she was sad that Ash didn't join her, she was glad to be in the city. She got a job as a tester at a gaming company while she went to school, and eventually became a developer there. And this is where she met Atlas! The two of them became friends quickly.. the extrovert adopting the introvert.. a tale as old as time.

BONUS: A few years later, Asher moved in with Lex in San Myshuno and got a job at the same gaming company where he met Atlas 🥰 Stay tuned for more on that in Part 4 🤸🏻‍♀️✨

Thank you again for sending me this ask!! ILYSM and I'm sending you Lex-style squeeeezees!!! 💖💖💖

[icycoldninja]

Dating Genesis headcannons

-Whiny little drama queen-perfectionist, this one. Genesis values perfection and elegance, as well as cleanliness. He has a daily routine that he absolutely must stick to; the slightest disruption will have him bitching about it for hours.

-If he ever comes across any insects of any kind in the house, no matter how small and harmless, he will scream loud enough to shake the Planet itself and burn the damn things with a fully charged Firaga before running into your arms, sobbing about the "horrible monster" that nearly "ate him alive".

-Hates dust. The mere sight of it causes him to crinkle his nose up in disgust and leave the room. Your living quarters must constantly be clean if you want him to be in them--but don't ever ask him to clean for or with you, because then he'll start yammering on about how cleaning products are full of chemicals that damage his "perfect skin".

-Takes his skin and haircare regimens incredibly seriously and has like 1,000 different creams, gels and ointments for literally everything. Contrary to what one might expect, he will actually share them with you. Just ask him first or he'll smack you with a towel or something

-Will not shut up about LOVELESS. From the moment he wakes up to the moment he goes to sleep, all he does is quote LOVELESS, even during conversations with you, he'll find a way to interject snippets from LOVELESS, even if they don't match the context of what you're talking about.

-Is the most needy, attention-seeky bitch alive. When he wants to be pampered (which is all the time) he will constantly bug you until you cave in and give him what he wants.

-He craves affection and compliments not because he's vain, but because he was never given that growing up. His parents were noblemen and were always busy carrying out their duties. They never had time to show their son affection--something that stuck with him his whole life. You taking the time to compliment his outfit or comment on how nice his hair looks means the world to him, even if he never shows it.

-When he's not talking your ears off or begging for a massage, Genesis loves to cuddle you. He wants to show you how much he appreciates you putting up with his shit every day, choosing to do so by sitting on top of you, crushing you with his weight alone, and then strangling you with the biggest, tightest hugs imaginable.

-Some of his (many, often overused) pet names for you are: Goddess (his favorite), Sweetness, Sugarplum, and Beloved.

-He 100% whispers those nicknames into your ear late at night when/if you can't sleep and need to hear something other than LOVELESS from his mouth. His voice is perfect for that, though. It has an ASMR-like quality to it. Very relaxing.

[weenwrites]

Predacons reaction to cybertonian crush giving them shiny gems they found cause they thought the cons would love it

Extremely aware that it means they said yes to a marriage proposal cause the predacons have been giving them gifts and trinkets, soo they researched about it and realized the mfs been COURTING them so why not give the darling a response?

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Predaking

He's very touched that you decided to return the favor, but never would he have guessed that you'd decide to propose! Being ever so lovestruck and pleasantly surprised, he accepts without a smidge of hesitation.

Ideally, he'd want some fancy commemorative ceremony. Something very grand and pompous to show off his new partner. But given the fact that both Cybertron and Earth don't have much to offer, he'll just have to settle for something small. On the other hand, if you don't want any big, fancy ceremony, you'll have to sit down and talk it out because he loves the idea the ceremony a bit too much.

Skylynx

He's happy, yes, but he handles this much more carefully with more tact than the other two do. He'll sit you down and talk about what this means, what will happen, et cetera.. And after the two of you talk things out and clear things up, he'll gladly accept.

He may not know much about cybertronian culture, but when he learns about marriage or conjunx ceremonies, he thinks that they're lovely ways to commemorate and officiate your love. He's not too particular about how it should go, and he's fine with the bare minimum, but if you don't want any ceremony that's fine by him.

Darksteel

He's just as lovestruck and eager to accept your proposal as Predaking is. No second-thoughts, no talking it over, he says yes there and then. He doesn't care about any fancy ceremonies to commemorate your love, and he doesn't really see the beauty in it. All he cares about is the fact he'll finally get to call you his partner. He's so excited that he scoops you up in the biggest, tightest hug, and he doesn't even realize he was hugging a bit too tightly.

[ghostbc-headcanons]

Can you write some fluffy Headcanons about Swiss and Dew and all the other ghouls? Please?

of course i can!! the ghouls give me life

FLUFFY GHOUL HEADCANONS

Swiss

biggest prankster in the whole clergy. will doodle on your face in sharpie if he finds you passed out. it's just the way life goes

never makes a serious face in photos. will pull wild grins and stick tongues out and give people bunny ears

probably the most physically affectionate out of all the ghouls!! hugs, kisses, cuddles - that's his jam dude

Dewdrop

you know when dogs get comfortable and they do that 'hmpf' sigh thing? he does that.

regularly makes smores with his fire magic. if you ask him to make you one he'll roll his eyes and say 'don't say i never did nothing for you'

sunbathes all the time like a cat. if he's missing from the group, chances are he wandered off to find a patch of sunlight in front of a window

Aether

is a really proficient cook! making meals is like his love language, he loves it when the ghouls like his cooking

GIVES THE TIGHTEST HUGS EVER. will squeeze the life out of you seriously but like... it's aether so it's ok

one time he gave rain a piggyback ride and rain has said it was the most amazing experience of his life, so make of that what you will

Rain

sings in the shower, but only in the shower. would die if someone asked him to sing in front of them

parallel play is his favorite way to spend time with people. just being in proximity with someone without having to talk much is heaven to him!

he obviously loves the rain, but he loves snow even more. the first time he experienced snow he was in it for 2 hours, simply laying in it and watching the snow fall down from the sky.

Mountain

he snores like crazy LMAO the ghouls have tried everything to make it stop but nothing has helped so they just live with it

loves holidays!! even though christmas is a christian-based holiday, it is by far his favorite. wears all the ugly sweaters

bites to show affection. he doesn't bite THAT hard or anything he's a gentle giant okay he just thinks it's the best way to say 'hey. i like you'

Cumulus

just. a literal ball of fucking sunshine??? you can't NOT be happy around her cause she's just so happy all the time!!

always holding hands with cirrus. those two are literally attached at the hip.

if you're upset or stressed out, she'll sing to you and run her hands through your hair. she does this for all the ghouls too, of course.

Cirrus

has the most deadpan sense of humor, but she always giggles like crazy after delivering something completely absurd

gives everyone forehead kisses before a show for 'good luck', the ghouls (+ copia) have gotten used to it at this point

she heard about how humans wish on practically everything, so she's started wishing on stuff too. eyelashes, dandelions, even when blowing out ritual candles she makes a wish!

[kankuroplease]

can you tell us more about mama senju with her little babies🐔🐥🐤🐣🥚 hashi tobi kawa ita

Her ruthless efforts and battle armor as a young girl earned her the title of Asako Gozen, but she never cared for titles.

Between her body healing rather quickly (even from serious injuries), the irony sent of her blood soaked clothes, her unusual pure white hair, and crimson eyes; so some believed she might be a vengeful spirit.

Doesn’t help that she keeps the skull of the man that cut her face on display

Was arranged to marry Butsuma via their parents

She didn’t want to get married, but did it for her clan

The faint chakra of something inside her kept growing and she kept her mouth shut about it until she literally showing 🤰

She was under guard by some of the strongest Senju’s once Butsuma heard she was with child

She allowed this for a time until she caught wind of a battle the Senju were losing

Ended up giving birth to Hashirama on the way home from the battlefield she was told not to go to

Butsuma was angry she endangered herself and his child, but also very pleased he had a son.

As a mother, she was playful, but somewhat withdrawn from more emotional situations do to her upbringing and training

No one approved of her “coddling” the boys as they were to be soldiers who couldn’t run to their mother with every minor inconvenience

She loved her kids and gave motherhood her all, but they didn’t feel like they were hers in some way. They were Butsuma’s pride, the Senju’s new hope, future warriors

They grew too fast and didn’t need her for long

Or that was the case until Itama. She could sense his warm chakra, but it was never as strong her other children

This child would need her and she would be there for it, no matter what. Butsuma had their other three sons, this one would be hers

Itama changed the way she interacted with Butsuma and their older three children. They are not soldiers, they’re children and children will behave as such. It’s not weakness you ass

If she felt like taking them for a day off, she would

If she had to stand toe to toe with Butsuma over them being exhausted from training, she did

Hashirama was her big boy (literally, he was a massive baby); always doing his own thing and having an opinion for better or worse

Tobirama was her little tough guy. Always wiping off kisses and acting like he didn’t need help with his cuts and scrapes even when he had little tears forming.

Kawarama was her little optimistic right hand man. He was always lively and happy, and would give her the biggest/tightest hugs

Itama was her baby. So sweet and gentle. As easy as it was to make him smile, it was just as easy for him to be hurt by people’s words and actions. Nobody messed with him while she was around though

She insisted on being by Itama’s side for any fight because she knew their world wasn’t something he was prepared for and she wasn’t going to let him fight it alone

They’ll never know it, but she died satisfied seeing Hashirama arriving to aid his brother

[iamthecomet]

I'm fine with anyone but Phantom is my favorite so.

Thank you Comet 💜

🕸️

A random assortment of soft Aeon (Phantom) headcanons for you, under the cut. I hope you feel better soon, Webby. ♥♥

Aeon's love language is very much physical touch. Would like to always be touching someone if possible. Also, super snuggly. During movie nights he always finds a way to snuggle into the tightest places he can, bracketed by multiple ghouls. Doesn't matter if he has to contort himself to get there. Talks, a lot and very animated. Loves to talk about things he's interested in, and learn about what other people are interested in. Naturally curious. Spent his first few weeks topside trying to absorb literally everything he could. Shy in that sort of, quiet until you get to know him sort of way. Not super talkative around strangers but as soon as he's comfortable he's good to go. Very touchy. Big hugger. Honed his healing skills early. Spent a lot of time with Aether trying to make sure he was good at them before he went out on the road. Can be a little heavy handed with his quintessence, but when he's healing migraines or joint pain no one seems to care much. Loves to help. Wants to help. Is funny, and reckless, and as devious as any other ghoul. But at his core is sensitive. Isn't really afraid to get vulnerable, but is also so good at bringing levity to hard situations. Cannot cook. Do not let him near a stove. Major green thumb. I HC that he's Quint/Earth, just because I like the idea of Mountain teaching him how to use Earth magic, and Aeon realizing how simliar Earth magic is to quintessence. It's all life. He's teeming with it. Has figured out how to use Quintessence on plants--Mountain's not a big fan. Doesn't like sleeping alone. Is usually curled up with someone as he falls asleep. Especially likes to sleep snuggled up with Copia. Truly a pack driven ghoul. While some (Rain, Dew, Cirrus to name a few) say they could make it on their own without getting too lonely or struggling too much (whether it's true or not is up for debate). Aeon relies on his pack and isn't afraid to admit it. They're his family. He knows the value of having a support system, and isn't (usually) too stubborn to ask for help when he needs it. Gives really good hugs. Just filled with so much comfort and love. Really just the biggest softy, and not even remotely afraid to admit it.