#I tend to go off without a care when I'm getting sleepy

[wayfinderships]

Greetings!

Actually, no, that just sounds awkward... Here, let me try again. Erm... Hello? Nah, still weird... Um... Hi? Shit, why is this so difficult..? Alright then, maybe salutations aren't that important after all.

Can't help but get all nervous whenever I write to you. Or talk to you. Or think about you. But a good kind of nervous. So I guess I'll just go out and say it, then.

You've been on my mind a lot. Even whenever I'm investigating a case, my mind drifts back to you. When I see a stray cat in town, I think about how radiant your smile is. Whenever Kaito makes a stupid joke, I think about how much your laugh makes me happy.

I know things haven't been easy lately for either of us, but I care about so much... my dear. Shit, now my face feels all warm... Let's go on a date soon, I've been missing that cute face of yours. Does a cat café work? I'm down for an arcade too, they've got cat plushies... Eh, whatever, I'm sure we'll work something out.

Hang in there, alright? You're doing good, I promise. I don't have the words to describe what you mean to me.

Tabo ⚖️

—💚 (insert happy pikachu gif here)

Oh.

👉👈 I'd love to go on a date...my love heck, just saying it is making my face feel all warm. Doesn't matter where we go to as long as I can enjoy your comforting presence by my side 💙 Though I could never say no to seeing cute cats- the real thing or in plush form.

I'll hang in there and you gotta promise to do the same. I know your work can be dangerous sometimes but try your best to stay safe, ok? I. Uh. I love you a lot-

[idyllic-affections]

little colt.

summary. xianyun cannot help but take in another child. perhaps, in the future, they may become a disciple of hers.

trigger & content warnings. none applicable.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff, found family-ish. xianyun & child!reader. 2k words. they/them pronouns for reader. prev | next.

author's thoughts. bird mom propaganda RAHHHHHH btw if you find a typo no you didn't i'm sleepy but i wanted to post this........

       Cloud Retainer has taken on many disciples in her time, and she has loved each and every one as if they were her own.

       It was, therefore, quite unlikely that she woukd cease to take on disciples anytime within the forseeable future. Her love was extensive, far beyond what most mortals would be able to comprehend, and her capacity for intimate and tight bonds was even moreso. She has taken on many disciples over the years, and she has loved them all like her own children.

       Perhaps it could be attributed to her adeptal instincts; she can recall many a time during which her fellow adepti, upon bonding closely with another being, became exceedingly protective of them. It was only natural—adepti lived for so long and were often affected by their more nonhuman instincts. It wouldn't be improbable to imagine that the need to bond with other beings would grow strong over so many years.

       ...Then again, it could always simply be attributed to her. In her mind, there was little need for any such justification like 'instincts.' She could scoff at the idea—she was no mere animal. 'Instincts' could not begin to fully explain the depth of her love and care; it was surely infinitely more complicated than the mere maternal urges that a simple crane, a wild animal, might have. She was infinitely more intricate and convoluted than an uncomplicated bird.

       (That, however, did not change the fact that she did tend to have bird-like habits. Preening, nesting in her own way... She preferred not to bring attention to that fact, however.)

       Regardless of the reason, the truth was that she was lonely, even if she vehemently denied it whenever someone brought up the idea. Mt. Aocang was... quiet, dreadfully so without the constant presence of Ganyu or Shenhe or any of her other disciples. She enjoyed the silence to an extent, but she could only entertain herself for so long without another being to share her knowledge with. Liyue Harbor was far more lively. Loud and chaotic at times, perhaps, but far less lonely than the empty nest that her adeptal abode had become.

       Maybe that was why she was so immediately invested in the little one who had accidentially bumped into her and was now apologizing profusely.

       "I'm— I'm so sorry, miss! I wasn't watching where I was going! I really didn't mean it, I..."

       'What a swift little thing,' she couldn't help but muse. She'd hardly even spotted them rushing her way before they tumbled into her legs. Their body weight wasn't even enough to make her stumble—if anything, they were the one that ended up getting thrown off balance. It was cute how small they were compared to her, really; it reminded her of Shenhe when she was a child, or even her current disciple, Shuyu.

       Ah... but she shouldn't be so quick to think fondly of them. No, surely this little one had parents of their own—a life of their own—to return to. She did not even know their name. No. Bonds should not be so quick to form.

       With elegant, poised grace akin to a gentle breeze rustling a tree's leaves, she knelt down, the motion putting an end to their sheepish yet hurried apologies. Glossy, innocent eyes stared up at her—even kneeling, Xianyun was still a bit taller than they were—with an amount of awe that would've made her feathers puff out in pride had she been in her illuminated beast form. She was not one to grow embarrassed at admiration, after all.

       "Where are your caregivers, child?"

       "Oh. Um." Their brows furrowed slightly. "...I don't know, actually."

       "Ah, are you lost? Come, then. One— Ahem. I shall reuinte you with them. I am certain they must be quite frantic in your absence."

       Before she could rise and offer her clawed hand to them, they urgently shook their head.

       "Oh, no! It's not like that, miss. Even if it was, I wouldn't want to trouble you at all! I would find my way back!" they insisted politely, waving their hands in front of their body as if to dismiss her concerns (though, Xianyun hardly thought it would be "troubling"; she was a bit surprised that they felt it so, or perhaps they were really just trying to be polite). It was then that she noticed the little wooden chick held carefully in one of their hands, but she did not yet have the opportunity to inquire about it. "I've been on my own for as long as I can remember, that's all."

       Oh?

       Oh.

       "Hm. Is that so?"

       "Uh-huh."

       "In that case, child, I—"

       A man rounding the corner and immediately prevented her from finishing her sentence. He was very clearly furious, approaching the child with such fervent determination that Xianyun could not help but wonder what nature of a troublemaker she must have encountered. Though... she really did not see them that way, which only made her infintely more curious about rhe situation at hand.

       Their expression seemed to fall.

       "You, kid!" he shouted, stopping just a foot or two away from them. "You can't just go around stealing whatever you please! Who raised you?!"

       "No, I..." They could not meet his gaze. "I was gonna bring back more mora to make up for it when I could, I just—!"

       "Don't give me excuses. I want the toy you've stolen returned, you understand? Hand it over!"

       Xianyun sighed, adjusting her glasses.

       "Enough," she said, rising to her feet. "How much mora will suffice? For reparations, of course."

       "Rep— reparations?" the man stuttered, then sighed. "No, no... look. You're the mom? Just teach your kid not to go around stealing. The toy's not worth much, but a kid who starts stealing this young will take far more important things in the future. So, teach 'em not to do it."

       Hiding behind Xianyun's legs, they couldn't help but stare upwards in wonderment. His attitude flipped completely when faced with a woman so much taller than he was, and with an air surrounding her that demanded such an impossible amount of respect. They honestly could not blame him for such an attitude change; they would too, they thought, if they were faced with someone like her.

       "Very well. You have my apologies on their behalf." She turned on her heel, holding out her hand to them. "Let us go, little colt."

       Colt?

       Bewildered but nonetheless beyond awestruck with this strange yet kind woman, they nodded, wordlessly placing their freehand in hers. Her sharp, hooked nails dug slightly into their skin; somehow, though, they couldn't be bothered to care. It didn't hurt much. On the contrary, it was oddly comforting.

       The walk was silent for a few moments, but then, Xianyun's voice demanded their attention:

       "You should pay quite the mind to your behavior in the future. Theivery is a significant offense in a land such as this—a land that regards contracts with the highest of respect. Had I withheld my intervention, it may very well have ended far worse."

       "I really didn't mean to," they whispered, little tears building up in the corners of their eyes. Even though she was someone they had only just met a few moments ago, disappointing her seemed... unbearable. Angering her would have been more tolerable. "Um... steal, that is. I didn't mean it. I just thought it looked really cool. I left whatever mora I had on me to pay for it, and I was going to try and get more so I could pay him the right amount... I swear I wasn't going to just run away with it..."

       She hummed. "Regardless of your intent, I will see to it that you do not do such a thing again."

       "Hu— huh? You will?"

       She scoffed. "Of course. Surely you did not expect me to abandon you on the side of the street again? As an elder, it is only right that I watch over little ones such as yourself, and little ones should not be cruelly left to fend for themselves."

       The tears on their lashes had dried by now. They even offered her a smile, giggling as they said, "Elder? I don't think you're old."

       "Oh? And what, pray tell, has led you to such a bold conclusion, hm?"

       "Well... you! You look very young, miss! I think elder women are very pretty too, but you look... young pretty? Um... what's the word again..?"

       "Youthful, perhaps?"

       "Yeah! Youthful!"

       As they rambled on animatedly, clutching the wooden bird to their chest, Xianyun's lips quirked upwards into an amused smile.

       It, of course, went unnoticed by them.

                       — flower of the universe !! 🌸

       In the few days that had passed since Xianyun welcomed little [Name]—they had bashfully introduced themselves to her in the middle of their rambling once they recalled that she didn't even know their name, and she returned the sentiment with greater confidence—into her home, she had put together a few simple toys for them to amuse themselves with.

       She was an inventor at heart. Even though these designs were not entirely her own, she made them hers with unique additions and more efficient features... of course, all while doing her best to keep the toys simple. They were for a child, after all. Mechanics, Xianyun's mechanics, were complicated enough for adults to understand as it was—a child would surely have even less of a capacity to grasp something too complicated, and her efforts would therefore have been wasted.

       ...But oh, how terribly wrong she now understood herself to be.

       Quietly and motionlessly, as to avoid drawing their attention, she watched with the growing warmth of fondness and excitement in her chest as the young one she took in meticulously pried open the toys she handcrafted.

       They were humming to themselves, gingerly laying out the parts in an organized manner so that nothing got lost or mixed. She was beyond impressed with the careful thought they had blatantly put into keeping track of everything; Xianyun was certain that most children would lose a small part or two, but as she surveyed their layout, she noted that every single piece—big or small, hard to overlook or easy to lose—was accounted for.

       Childish forgetfulness wasn't an inherently bad thing. In fact, it was quite amusing and endearing to those such as herself who had lived for so many millennia.

       However, she was infinitely more endeared by their sheer mindfulness.

       Their sharp gasp snapped her from her internal musings.

       "Oh— Miss... Miss Xianyun! I'm sorry, I—" They stumbled over their words, and they froze up somewhat. It was as if they wanted to hide what they had done but ultimately decided against it; she had clearly already spotted them, and they did not want to risk mixing up all the parts. "Miss Xianyun, I'm so sorry, I— I wasn't trying to destroy them, I just—"

       "—wanted to understand their internal workings, yes?"

       Their eyes went wide with that same wonderment they had displayed towards her a few days prior. "How... how did you know?"

       She almost laughed at their cluelessness. "You have taken them apart with the care and delicacy quite unusual for one of your age. This, one surmises, is only because you sought to sate your curiosity regarding these simple mechanisms and their internal functions."

       The grace with which she carried herself never failed to leave them in astonished silence. Xianyun hummed, sweeping them up into her arms as if they weighed no more than a feather (her utter, raw strength was another astounding feat in their young mind; she was so unimaginably admirable in a multiplicity of ways to them). Then, with steady caution, she kneeled to the floor and situated them comfortably in her lap.

       "Allow one to introduce you, little colt, to the basics of mechanics."

       Xianyun, they concluded, was an odd but genuinely kind woman.

       Though her manner of speech was sometimes strange and formal, and her grace seemed otherworldly in its nature, and her strength was assuredly not a feat that just anyone could achieve...

       She was tender. She was kind. She cared.

       Perhaps the world was not always so kind, but despite that knowledge, they had never felt safer than where they were now.

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[skimmingmilk]

Can I pry ur mind for any headcannons u have between the unbreakable bond? Maybe even ones u've yet to include in ur fics?

Ooh, I'd be happy to! I'm just so bad at listing out headcanons without fics to sandwich them in xD I know I have a ton that I haven't had a chance to write about yet, but it's like they're sorted in filing cabinets that only open when a relevant fic needs them, lol.

But let's see…

Tails doesn't actually have a curfew. Sonic will give him a look if he catches him up in the middle of the night, but he's well-aware the kid's a bit of insomniac. As long as it isn't hurting him or putting him in danger by being too sleep-deprived, then Sonic doesn't force him to bed. It’s not like he can’t sleep in or anything anyway. If he's already dozing off at his desk, then Sonic'll put him to bed, sure, but that's just to make him more comfortable. If he's alert and in the middle of a project, Sonic leaves him to it. He'll even keep him company sometimes, because no way does Sonic have a curfew either! If he gets sleepy later in the day, he figures he can always just take a nap.

They like to go skydiving together, taking turns flying and jumping off the Tornado. When Tails installs an autopilot on her, they're able to jump at the same time and do tricks in the air to one-up each other or practice mid-air saves with style~

Their tastes in video games vary: Sonic prefers classic side scrollers, racing games, and fighting games. Tails likes exploratory puzzle games with open worlds where he can explore and craft and he’s also really good at first-person shooters. They do both enjoy playing with each other still, regardless of the format, that's just what they tend to prefer when solo-gaming. Sonic will absolutely play something like Minecraft or Lethal Company with Tails (and die a lot xD) and Tails loves getting to beat Sonic's button mashing technique in a fighting game. I also think they both like to team up for anomaly hunting games, I feel like that's something they'd both find fun for a couple rounds while they wind down after an adventure. Sonic's quick reflexes would help him catch anomalies as they're happening and Tails likes analyzing the scenes for subtle differences. They can only go a couple rounds though before it puts Sonic to sleep, lol.

They’ve both picked up on some of their species-specific behaviors unintentionally. Like Tails sometimes curls into a hedgehog ball with his fur fluffed out to feel safe and he’ll make huffy, snuffly hedgehog sounds from time to time. Sonic's tail will wag a little when he's happy, since hedgehogs typically only wag their tails when they sense danger. I know it's a cute headcanon many people have for him expressing happiness in general, and I love to see it, but this is just my headcanon for why he’ll do that sometimes, and it’s pretty unique to him as far as hedgehogs go and completely involuntary.

When Sonic's around, he cooks pretty much all their meals, though Tails will sometimes want to experiment with a new recipe or cook something for Sonic. He likes cooking for other people. When Tails is left to his own devices while Sonic's traveling, however, his eating habits suffer. He loses track of time and ends up subsiding solely on snacks throughout the day instead, like his veggie chips or roasted chickpeas or mint candy. If he does make something, it's always fast and simple like a bowl of cereal or a peanut butter sandwich. Sometimes Big will stop by with some fish stew to share with him and Sonic usually makes sure to bring a hefty bag of takeout back with him, just in case it's been a while since Tails's last substantial meal.

In return, Tails is the one who keeps pretty much every other aspect of his and Sonic's lives on track xD He keeps a calendar for him and reminds him of things like friends' birthdays or events he promised to go to. Any paperwork involving Sonic is taken care of by Tails. Upkeep on the workshops and the planes are also Tails's responsibility. He also does all the shopping and inventory of household supplies in the workshop. Tails is very good at scheduling most things into his day, eating is just not one of them.

Tails has a few pieces of Sonic merchandise he picked up when he was younger - when it wasn't as embarrassing to say his big brother was his hero. They're kept in his room, mostly out of sight, but he's got a Sonic plushie that he keeps wrapped in one of Sonic's gloves so it'll smell a little like him and he'll sleep with it whenever he's feeling particularly lonely. It's part of why he gets into the habit of working late into the night; it's hard to lie awake in bed in a quiet, dark house by himself. With only his thoughts and nothing to drown them out. He's not afraid of the dark or being alone, but it's the stillness and the emptiness (the void) that encourages him to stay up until he physically can't keep his eyes open any more. Sometimes having the Sonic plush helps with that (not that anyone knows).

Those are just some of the headcanons I have that I don't think have played very major roles in any fics yet. I've got a few WIPs that incorporate a couple of them, but I'm not sure if they'll ever get to become full-fledged fics.

Thanks for the ask! <3

[nebula-chao-agere]

Matchablossom Agere

(I needed to write this, if only for myself... Matchablossom Agere in 2025 anyone? Going into this, hardly knowing what I want other than comfort) (Sorry for scuff, I just want comfort but also have to make myself write a reasonable plot. Like... not just end after writing self indulgent stuff... idk... I apologize)

Long Day

(!¡!Diaper mention!¡!) (Also past abuse/Adam mention)

Kaoru stepped into the apartment, trying to be quiet, not draw any attention from his husband. But Kojiro, the ever-diligent husband, immediately recognized Kaoru was home when he heard the door close. "Kaoru!" Kojiro called out "Dinner's almost done. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable!" Walking in to help him remove his coat, or just greet him with a kiss as he tended to do, he could feel the frustration and exhaustion radiating from his lover. He quickly softened his stance and tone, opening his arms for Kaoru, allowing him to come to him for affection if he so desired. But Kojiro was quickly dismissed.

Kaoru walked right passed him, seemingly wanting nothing to do with him, jaw visibly clenched as he walked away after kicking his shoes off. Kojiro turned worriedly to look over at him. "Rough day?" He asked gently. Kaoru still didn't acknowledge him, heading off to their shared office/study. Kojiro gently grabbed his wrist once catching up. "Hey... baby, at least get some dinner in ya first, okay?" He reasoned gently, knowing Kaoru would sit in there for days without moving if he didn't step in. Not even Carla could get him to move, Kaoru needing incentive and real motivation. Kaoru glared up at him, visibly sleepy, but at least finally acknowledging him. He had a visible, almost pout. He didn't smile up at his lover, not that he always did, but he was hardly even acknowledging him. "Let go..." Kaoru huffed. "Cherry, you need to eat." Kojiro tried to approach it gently.

Cherry gave a small stomp, refusing to admit he felt little but not exactly hiding it. "I'm not a child, and I'm not hungry!" He snapped back, whining as he tried to walk away. The taller looked almost hurt at such a response. Kojiro wasn't new to handling a fussy Cherry. "Kaoru, there's no need to yell." He reasoned, not raising his voice, even as the shorter raised his own. "I made one of your favorites sweetheart, you won't even at least come and sit with me while I eat? I've missed you all da-" "I DON'T HAVE TIME! I DON'T WANNA!" Kaoru stomped his foot once again, whining.

Kojiro now gently took hold of both of Cherry's hands, looking down to his eyes. Kaoru was avoiding eye contact, tears pricking the corners, biting his bottom lip in frustration and almost desperation. "Baby boy..." Kojiro started, speaking in a much warmer, caring voice. A voice Kaoru had grown very accustomed too, one that he associated with comfort. "... Are we supposed to raise our voice at Dada when we're upset?" He asked gently, letting his husband answer it for himself.

Guilt settling in, Kaoru looked to the side, not answering verbally, but it was obvious that he knew the answer to that question. His shoulders slumped a bit, but quickly tensed back up, trying to stay angry and fussy. He was so deep in his regression already, he didn't even find anything out of place with Kojiro referring to himself as 'Dada.' Kaoru's lip started to wobble as his caretaker continued. "Princess, we talk to Dada about how we feel when we are upset." He coaxed gently. "We do not shout at him like that." His calloused hand held the others, his thumb rubbing over the smaller knuckles gently.

The shorter male looked up at him, quickly trying to recover, his eyes still watery as he struggled to hold his tongue, his face getting a little red in frustration from being scolded. "I am not a child Kojiro." He muttered quietly, looking away, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. But Kojiro saw right through him. "Baby..." He coaxed. But Cherry turned around, storming off... but heading to their shared bedroom rather than the office. That was at least a small improvement. Well, he thought it was. Kojiro peaked in after him, and immediately saw him sitting in bed, on his laptop, grumbling to himself. He sighed but headed to the kitchen to finish up dinner.

Kojiro soon brought dinner in. He'd already ate, having snacked most of the day while working in the restaurant. That's how their days usually went, Kojiro snacking and making dinner specifically for his lover. He had it plated up on Kaoru's favorite plate with the food dividers and flower patterns, accompanied by one of the duller plastic forks from the children's cutlery set that Kojiro had bought for his little one. "Hey love... I brought you one of your favorites. I know you had a rough day sweetheart. Why don't you put the computer down for the night and eat while we watch something okay? You're gonna overwork yourself bud... I missed you today." He added on at the end, wanting Kaoru to know he loved him.

Kaoru watched as his husband walked back into the room, looking up from his work when he was asked to eat. He let out a small sigh, looking over the meal that his husband so meticulously prepared for him. "I'll eat later…" Kaoru muttered stubbornly. Kojiro looked heartbroken. "Your food will be cold later." He tried to reason with Kaoru. "It's dinner time now love. You can work on this tomorrow, okay?" Kojiro didn't want to be stern with his little one, he loved him far too much, but Cherry was starting to push a bit too far now. "There's no point in working at the moment if you're not on the clock, yeah?"

Kaoru had had enough, going to shove at his caretaker who was now sat next to him, feeling a bit TOO in his personal space. As he pushed him, his hand-eye coordination failed him, pushing directly against the plate, spilling the contents into Joe's lap. They both immediately froze as the lovingly prepared dinner now laid anywhere but on the plate. Silently, with defeat, Kojiro stood up to go get himself cleaned up. He didn't say a word, didn't look back at his husband as he carried himself and the empty plate to the kitchen.

The smaller's hands trembled, staring at the mess that he'd made. His stomach felt like it was in his throat, and his body moved faster than his mind did. He stood up from bed, leaving the laptop to sit on the comforter. The pink haired male stumbled down the hall, looking for his Dada... He hadn't meant to! He hadn't! What if Dada hated him? What if Dada wanted to leave, never speak to him again, just like Adam did? What if he was too much for him, just like he was for Adam? What if that was the last straw? What if he never forgave him? Never hugged him to sleep again? What if he struck him the same way that Adam had with his skateboard? What if, what if, what if? His mind raced with "what if"s, he couldn't even see or think properly. He hadn't even processed he was crying or panicking until he heard Dada's voice.

Kojiro gently hushed him, gathering him into his arms after drying his hands on a nearby dish towel. "Baby baby... Dada knows you didn't mean it. Dada knows... You're alright princess, everything's okay." He whispered to the crown of Kaoru's head.

The little flower looked up at his Dada pitifully, wide eyes letting tears cascade down his cheeks before he nuzzled himself against Dada's neck. All of the frustration and stress from the past week that had built up, suddenly all came pummeling out of him. "M SORRY! I DIDN' MEAN IT! M SORRY, M SORRY!" Cherry cried out, gripping Kojiro's shirt like he'd disappear the moment he let go. Kojiro's heart melted immediately as he felt his lover cave to his regression, weeping against him, desperate for a comfort that only his Dada could provide. Kojiro wrapped him up in his arms, his strong embrace shielding Kaoru from the world around them.

Gently hushing him again, Kojiro planted kisses to Kaoru's temple, desperately trying to soothe him. "I know baby, I know. Dada knows you're sorry, and Dada knows you didn't mean it baby. He's not going anywhere! Dada's right here, you're okay. You're okay sweet boy, everything's okay. You're not in trouble..." He soothed, carding his fingers through his sweetheart's soft hair. Kaoru’s trembling fingers had Dada’s shirt in a death grip, white knuckling the fabric. “Da…” Was all he managed to choke out between pitiful sobs as Kojiro carried him back to the bedroom, shushing him gently the whole way there. "My sweet boy... There's my little angel..." He cooed over his little one, bringing him over to the bed where he began to lay out his changing mat.

"Dada's right here baby, Dada's right here..." Kojiro laid down his little one before swiftly cleaning up the bedding next to and around him. He bunched up the already piled up blankets, taking the dirtied bedspread to the hamper. He then returned to change Kaoru before he even considered grabbing new bedding. Kojiro looked down at his weeping little one, gently hushing him once more. "Dada's just getting you in some comfy clothes princess. That's all... My poor baby. Did you have a rough day sweet boy?"

Kaoru guiltily nodded, fisting at his eyes. "'m sorry..." He sniffled as though apologizing for having a bad day. But more so, he was apologizing for the mood his bad day had put him in. "Dada forgives you little one. He could never be mad at you." He whispers at his fussy partner as he slipped him a white pacifier with pink flower decals, trying to soothe his distress. "I know baby, I know..." Kojiro cooed as he started to carefully remove the regressor's clothing, a simple diaper laid out laid out next to Cherry. The taller began to slip it beneath him, kissing his forehead as he leaned down over him. The pink haired male has basically gone nonverbal besides the quiet whimpers of "Dada" slurred by his pacifier.

Kojiro gently taped up the padding before grabbing Kaoru's favorite pink snap-up onesie and helping him into it. Kaoru didn't even whine or try to fuss this time as he normally would, just sniffling and softly crying as Dada dressed him. Once all the buttons were done up, Kojiro lifted his little one up into his arms, covering his cheek in kisses, kissing away any tears. "My sweet boy... Did you have a rough day bud? Hmm? Did you have a long day my sweet baby? Yeah? I think he did... Mhmm..." He continued to kiss his sweet face, Kaoru giving a few small nods, a few tears welling up again. "Ba- day!" He babbled out after a few moments, as if it was a struggle to form the words mentally and verbally. He then snuggled into his Dada's shoulder, softly crying still.

"Oh baby..." Kojiro cooed with furrowed brows. He knew it was one of those nights where Kaoru really just needed to cry his feelings out. Of course, he'd be there to comfort Kaoru but understood that crying was a good release for him, and not one he got often. " shh shh shhhh... Let it all out my love. Dada will hold you the whole time." He grabbed a new comforter, walking over to the bed and sitting down, tucking himself and Cherry under it. "My sweet angel..." He cooed as his love cried against him like a child searching for comfort after a nightmare. Kojiro kept his little one prioritized, keeping more of the comforter around him, arm around the comforter and propping him up. "Shhh shhh..."

Kojiro cooed over him for what felt like hours, before Kaoru finally calmed, curling up, snuggling his shoulder, pacifier bobbing between his lips, hand gripping Dada's shirt. The taller offered his little one his beloved red panda stuffed animal, Cora, pressing her gently against his chest. "Look who's come for cuddles sweet boy." Joe encouraged, kissing his cheek a few more times as Kaoru latched onto his panda with his free hand. "Is that my baby's favorite stuffie friend? Hmm?" He encouraged with a soft voice, but his smile was evident even in the way he spoke to his little Cherry Blossom.

Cherry giggled softly, burying his face in the familiar fluff as Dada snuggled him. While focused on the stuffie, Kojiro pulled out a pack of crackers, unwrapping the top of them before offering one to Kaoru. The pink haired male looked up shyly as Dada took the ring of his paci, gently taking it from Cherry's mouth. The regressed Kaoru gave a small whine before being gently hushed. "Baby, if you won't eat dinner, let's at least get a little snack in you okay love? Dada won't force you, but he would be so very proud of you if you ate just a few bites for him!" He encouraged once again.

Hesitantly, Cherry took the whole package of crackers being offered, popping it in his mouth. He looked up for approval, snacking on a few of the offered crackers. Kojiro praised him almost every cracker he chomped down, making sure he kept a steady pace before offering a bottle of water. After he got halfway through the sleeve, he handed it back to his Dada, sipping at the bottle of water, before leaning against Kojiro's chest again. The poor thing looked so tired...

"Thank you, baby." Joe murmured against his forehead, snuggling him closer. "You getting sleepy at all sweet boy?" Kaoru gave a sleepy nod as his paci was slipped back between his lips. He laughed softly, the sound reverberating through his chest, bringing comfort to Kaoru. "Alright sweet boy..." He kissed his forehead, letting him lay against his chest again. "Dada will keep the restaurant closed tomorrow so you can have a nice cozy day with him tomorrow; How's that sound sweet boy?" Kojiro whispered as Cherry's eyelids fluttered a bit before he gave a hardly audible "mmm."

Giving another small chuckle, Kojiro pulled him closer, pulling the blanket up to Cherry's shoulders. "Goodnight sweet baby..."

[xxsycamore]

Ok third one. I'm way too enthusiastic for this sorry💀

Napo + masturbation

what if i told you i have a fic about this in my drafts that is only written up to the actual masturbation part but i kind of scrapped it because i made him too lonely to the part where it looked sad just straight-up lonely and jorking it HAHAH i messed up the vibe and it needs reworking and i hate doing that ! but maybe someday.

Napoleon + masturbation

I'd say Napoleon isn't much of the regular jerking-off type. Although he listens and caters to his body's needs - he sleeps to his heart's content without much care, he cooks his own food whenever he feels like it, eats crepes to his heart's content, takes mind-clearing rides at any time he needs them. He's still getting used to having so much time for himself in his hands. He might find himself rushing to get done with his shower and have a sudden realization like wait, I can rub one out, I'm not hurrying for anywhere.

Would he take things slow and enjoy himself? Probably. I think he has those lazy moods where he'd be all in for edging himself and exploring sexual fantasies, but at the same time, he's also someone who can't sit still for longer periods of time. We know he finds quite a lot of activities to keep himself busy with, from helping with the chores at the mansion (tending to the stables too) to teaching kids at his and Isaac's école, to (probably daily) fencing exercises with Jean, to giving bodyguard gigs at balls. So I think he keeps the balance with being lazy in the mornings, claiming some time to appreciate this luxury that he now has. He's grumpy, being woken up by some resident who nudges his shoulder and then takes five steps back to shield themselves from his kissing habits. They shout something at him and leave, and Napoleon now has to fight the urge of going back to sleep, on his own.

A healthy young man such as him, it won't be surprising if his cock is awake long before sleep releases its grip on his mind... it makes him restless as he turns on his back, clicking his tongue at no one in particular, sleepy jade eyes opening to stare at the ceiling... soon his hand travels south to give his cock a firm tug, groaning at the contact. He releases his hold immediately though, letting it spring back against the skin of his belly. He's too sleepy to jerk off, too horny to go back to sleep. By the way yeah, I think he's in the habit of sleeping naked (there was one event story where MC entered his room while he was asleep and was all like "Why are you naked!" - maybe she refers to just his upper body though?) so it makes it easier for him to have a spontaneous morning jerking off. After a bit he turns on his side again, and the covers are grazing past his rock-hard cock juuust in the right way, so he rolls his hips lazily once, and then twice, and it suddenly becomes a real problem. So he says fuck it and pushes off the covers, loosely wrapping his fist around the head of his cock and fucking into it. He doesn't think of anyone in particular, just a nice warm mouth wrapped around his girth, cheeks hollowed out and tongue held out as he thrusts his hips into the willing warm and soft cavern. It's not long before he's cumming in his hand, letting out a satisfied moan and running the fingers of his other hand through his hair to move it out of his forehead, body temperature high and naked chest heaving. A nice cold shower is going to feel amazing for him afterward. The residents might think he becomes a different person once he's past his grumpy wake-up stage but they don't know the secret behind his content little smile.

He also jerks off after his sparring sessions, when the adrenaline is still racing in his blood and the hormones heighten his libido.

Reading erotica is not beyond him either, though he might have an issue with it being too far from what gets him going, with how modest yet dramatic it sounds. He'd enjoy pornographic material that is both deeply intimate and dirty at the same time.

So how does it change for him after he starts dating you? His sex drive is probably skyrocketing, and you can't be available to take care of his morning erections all the time so of course he still has to deal with it himself once in a while. It becomes more interesting now though, because the risk of someone re-entering his room because "are you STILL sleeping, Napoleon?" becomes a dangerously alluring chance of making you catch him, "accidentally". Though he's not without shame. If he expects you to walk on him, if he has that sort of control, it would be very turning-on for him. If he doesn't - if he's caught red-handed with a pair of your underwear or another item of yours... he's going to be embarrassed about it. Frowning, blushing, the sexy ridge of his eyebrows knit together when he's so obviously worked up by it, yet trying to be nonchalant... you should tease him about it. About not being able to wait until he has you later in the day or about being crazy for your scent, about how he must be wishing for your touch that would be able to get him off so, so much faster...

5/10 "Fine, I was touching myself to the thought of you. Are you just going to stand there and watch how hopeless I am? I didn't think you were so coldhearted. Come here... at least let me breathe the air around you. I'll be over with this before you know it, so... indulge me, won't you?"

-> (ALWAYS OPEN) send me a kink & I’ll give you a headcanon and rating for Napoleon!

🦶foot fetish 🥵breeding kink 🥕pregging 😈dom/sub 🍈breast kink ⛓bondage 🩸period kink 👄marking 🐺predator/prey 🏙public sex 🤗praise kink 👅 cunnilingus 🍌blowjobs (receiving) 🚪getting caught

[preet-01]

That was not how I had hoped the game would go. I feel so so so sad and depressed. And as always, whenever I'm sad, I write

Here is a dosh fic that I started last year about a potential COTA special helmet and just finished today. It was headed in a much sadder, angstier route, but I needed something to make me feel good after that game so it ends on a happy note now

They had designed it together. 

In the middle of the night, as the post-sex haze wore off and sleepiness seemed like a far-off thing, they had spent hours designing the perfect helmet. Bits and pieces of both of them create one perfect item for Daniel to wear during one of his favorite races – the race that felt like a home race despite being so far from Perth. 

“Are you sure about this?” Josh had asked, no louder than a whisper, unwilling to ruin their good mood with second guesses and insecurities. “There’s no putting the cat back in the bag,” he adds, but it only causes Daniel’s brows to furrow as he mouths ‘cat in a bag.’ “No turning back,” he clarifies. 

“I’m sure,” Daniel says, “I don’t want to turn back… or put cats back into bags. I’m done hiding and pretending I’m not dating a man I love.” 

“I love you too,” Josh replies instantly. 

“Are you sure? The US isn’t like some other countries, but it hasn’t exactly been the most welcoming of gay athletes, especially not in sports that are considered macho,” Daniel inquires, somehow nuzzling further into Josh’s side. 

“I want everybody to know that I’m the only man for Daniel Ricciardo and he loves me almost as much as I love him,” Josh answers, certainly not thinking of certain European Formula One drivers and Australian motocross riders and who knows how many other athletes in sports that Josh only cares about when the Olympics are on. All of them had tried to get Daniel, but Josh had been the lucky bastard to succeed in doing so. 

“Almost? I think you’re wrong, I love you more,” Daniel retorts. 

“Impossible,” Josh states, placing the helmet design on the nightstand and getting on top of Daniel. 

“Very possible,” Daniel replies, arms instantly wrapping around Josh’s shoulders as he pulls Josh down closer to him.

The next day, after some delay in the shower and then on the kitchen counter, they’d emailed the design to Daniel’s helmet designer and confirmed that it should be sent to Josh’s home in Buffalo where Daniel intended to stay before COTA. 

That had been during Formula One’s summer shutdown when Daniel had spent a few days in Josh’s home – just shortly after the summer swap had been called off but signing for 2025 was still on the horizon. 

Weeks later, when the helmet was delivered, Josh had put it in a guest bedroom closet – waiting to open it until Daniel was there with him. It was their helmet and it didn’t feel right seeing it without Daniel by his side, or rather in his lap as he tended to prefer. 

But the helmet, like many things, had been forgotten in the wake of Singapore. 

“Come to Buffalo,” Josh had whispered on the phone with Daniel. Daniel had gone to Perth like he’d always planned to after Singapore, but now Josh worried that Daniel would prefer to stay there and hide away from the world in the comfort of the home he’d left as a teenager. “People are good here, don’t bother anyone. Come home to me.” 

Days later, many of those spent reassuring Grace, Michelle, and Joe that he’d keep Daniel’s mind off of all things Red Bull and Formula One, Daniel was finally back in his arms. “Missed you,” Josh mumbles into Daniel’s neck. 

“Missed you too,” Daniel replies, his accent stronger than usual – a common occurrence whenever Daniel returns from Australia. 

They spend the day in bed. Daniel cuddled up against Josh’s side as they watched some trashy movie that’d popped up on Josh’s recommended list. 

It’s nice and Josh wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life there. Just the two of them and the bubble they’d made – keeping out all outside noise. But Josh is in the middle of his season so they can’t do that, no matter how nice it would be. And Daniel, despite no longer driving, does have commitments. 

So he has to leave Daniel at home while he goes to practice. In the back of his mind throughout it all is Daniel. He had left Daniel in bed, wearing only Josh’s shirt with marks that Josh had left behind the night prior. 

He expects to find Daniel either in the middle of meetings or maybe watching TV when he gets home. He doesn’t expect to find Daniel in the guest bedroom with the helmet they’d designed together. Hell, he’d even forgotten all about it until this moment. 

“Daniel…” 

“I… I had forgotten that we’d…” Daniel trails off, eyes never leaving the helmet in his lap. The helmet is just as they’d designed it. It’s the perfect helmet to show their love for one another. 

“I should have put it somewhere out of si-” Josh begins to say. 

“No, they do not get to ruin this,” Daniel cuts him off, “we need a sticker.” 

“A sticker?” Josh questions. 

“Yeah,” Daniel answers as he gets up. Setting the helmet on the bed, Daniel starts rummaging through the closet until he finds a sticker. A ‘17 Allen’ sticker is carefully placed on top of the VCARB logo on the front of the helmet. “Can’t do much about the bulls on the sides, but we can cover this,” Daniel says. 

“What should we do with it?” Josh asks, stepping closer to Daniel so he can wrap his arms around him. 

“I would still like to come out with it if that’s okay with you,” Daniel says. 

“We could come out by kissing on the field and that’d be perfect with me. All I care about is showing the world how much I love you and how happy being with you makes me,” Josh replies, pressing a kiss onto the side of Daniel’s head. 

“Oh, we are most certainly kissing on the field,” Daniel states as Josh imagines the scene. The Bills would have just won a game and Daniel would come onto the field for celebrations – he’d be wearing Josh’s jersey – and neither of them would have been able to stop themselves from kissing. For once not caring how the world will perceive their actions, but instead just wanting to kiss in celebration. “But I was thinking I could take a picture of you wearing it and post it.”  

They end up making a joint post on Instagram. The first picture is of Josh wearing the helmet (17 Allen sticker front and center ) and the gray FEA sweater. The second picture is of Daniel wearing Josh’s jersey and a Bills beanie. The third picture is from just after the 2023 Miami Grand Prix when they’d been in LA together. They’re kissing in the picture. Any eagle-eyed fan would be able to note that they’re wearing the same clothes as they had been in the now infamous cheek kiss picture Daniel had posted in his June 2023 photo dump.

The caption simply says ‘Love.’ 

It’s not on a racetrack or a football field, but it gets the message across. Josh Allen and Daniel Ricciardo are happily dating and nothing will ruin that. 

[kiskisur]

So umm, actual request. Gorou, ayato and Childe cuddling headcanons, comfort after a long day at work.. if possible.

And thanks for dealing with my shenanigans

warnings: nothing but fluff, gorou, ayato and childe x m!reader (seperate) stressed out reader, childe still can't believe you're his boyfriend ehe

note: FINALLY SOMETHING NORMAL 😭😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️

edited note: It's 12 am I wanted to finish this ikr very cute 💯💯💯 (I tend to write when I'm sleepy it makes me sound professional and makes it obvious I'm desperate for sleep)

another note: I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO HESDCANONS (I don't know how 5o do anything)

AYATO

he looked at the overwhelmed guy, sighing as he shook his head and approached, tapping their shoulder.

feel like he's the type to protest and act stubborn whenever you don't listen-

like, he does not care what the excuse is if he says rest, rest.

he's the type to inhale your scent when cuddling with you.

when you listen to him you receive a big smile (rare ‼️‼️)

"dearest, come rest up. you look exhausted from work." his voice dripped with affection and love as he frowned at your protests.

"I need to finish this before-"

"rest."

"but-"

"r.e.s.t."

you sigh in defeat, knowing he wanted everything to go his way before nodding and got up from your desk.

his piercing eyes disappeared, being replaced with a large smile as he guided you towards the bed and lied you down.

he sat on the edge of the bed, glancing back at you as he removed his gloves and placed it next to the small desk next to the bed, laying next to you.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you extremely closer before hiding his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"I love you.." he muffled, still refusing to let you go as you both drifted off to sleep.

GOROU

his ear twitched, sensing your presence as he immediately turned around to face your exhausted figure.

MY CUTIE PATOOTIE

I feel like he's a househusband idc so cutie

hug = expect a tighter hug

feel like he'd SOMETIMES wrap his tail around your leg, IDK he just feels like it 🤷‍♂️

he'd shower your face with kisses if you're stressed, give you the love you deserve ‼️

"(name)!!" the dog- I mean guy exclaimed, his tail swaying left to right as he spread his arms to hug you.

"I'm home, darlingg." you spoke tirelessly, approaching him and hugged him tightly, refusing to let go.

he blinkes a couple of times, surprised at your sudden clinging as he let out a soft laugh and gave back the hug, tightening it.

"come on, let's get you rested up okay? you're exhausted." you try to shrug it off only to be denied and carried up to your bedroom, picking out some clothes for you.

"here!" gorou smiled, cupping your cheeks and kissed your forehead with his tail wagging uncontrollably.

CHILDE

you wake up to the feeling of being straddled somewhere, blinking a couple of times and looked at the first thing in front of you.

if you fall asleep while working he'd totally lift you up and straddle you in his lap.

the type to shush you if you try to protest too. 🤭

I feel like he'd still be in denial he even became your boyfriend

I mean, a harbinger? with this cutie patootie guy? Impossible for celestia's sake-

he's the playful one, would definitely annoy you more than once despite you being stressed ‼️

"rest up, you've been working 24/7 and I want attention.." childe spoke, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer and hugged you by the waist.

he nuzzled your head, humming as he continued to cuddle you, ignoring your protests.

"no, rest." that's the only thing he said, whining like a kid everytime you try to move, his hug tightening around you.

"noo! come on, you already stressed yourself enough!" he glared up at you, pouting as he refused to let you go, laying you down as he tackled you.

you let out a laugh as he continued to tickle you, hovering you as he looked down with loving in his eyes.

you were gorgeous, he could stare all day without getting tired before snapping out of his thoughts when you lightly tapped his cheek to bring him back to reality.

"I can't believe you're my boyfriend.." the ginger mumbled, sighing happily before hugging you from behind and buried his face on your back, still refusing to believe you were his lover.

[rosettasgraveyard]

Silly plant/nature/animal??? headcanons of the apple twins 💃 because as @signanothername said we need to make the connection to trees more prominent

So ima throw all my previous nature based headcanons in one post plus maybe more

Also off topic but can we get more fae/spirit based headcanons for them?? Like HELLO?

Okay first of all what i said in that one ask they can do photosynthesis, getting energy from the sun.

Swap sees dream in the sun frequently and killer sees nightmare in the sunroom a lot with other plants (he's photosynthesizing with other plants, such a cutie patootie)

They both really like nature, a lot. Nightmare has a room full of taxidermy with all kinds of animals, and books full of pressed flowers with their information. And the sunroom of course, where he takes care of his plants. (Plus the gigantic garden)

Dream visits a lot of places with animals, or just goes to the forest. I think he wouldn't press flowers but like, dry them you know, hanging them all across the house.

Nightmare saw a cat sitting in a tree once in a particular way and he now sits that way in trees to, sometimes throwing fruit at other people to annoy them, while dream prefers sitting at the trunk of the tree.

Nightmare has cat traits while dream has owl traits (i gave them the traits of the animal they are scared of/don't like 😌)

Nightmares eyelight changes based on his mood, like gets big when he's excited or 'hunting', is afraid or gets surprised (his tendrils tend to 'puff up' like a cats tail when hes afraid or is surprised too) and can see better in the dark.

Dreams eyelights are always dilated, he sees better in the dark too. He also tends to turn his whole head to look instead of just moving his eyelights. Also also he can turn his neck freakishly like an owl, not as much but pretty damn close. He looks fluffed up when scared somehow, his posture being one of a scared owl.

They both paw at stuff when they're curious or bored. Nightmare specifically does it to annoy others by pushing off their glasses from the table.

Both of them have something like hibernation, and go back to their home au to 'hibernate'. its one of those rare moments where they can be together without fighting. Even if they spend that time sleeping, they're still next to eachother.

Off topic

They also end up feeling sleepy and sluggish if there is too much negativity/positivity. The power feels good until it gets too much and their body makes them sleep to regulate.

Same thing happens when there is too little, but then its because they need to preserve energy

They both make the "mrrph?" Cat starting up noise when woken up.

off topic again 💃 But for me nightmare is always cold while dream is always warm. So nightmare is in the sun a lot more (also gets more energy that way AND warmth so its a win win) and he also wears a lot of layers and furs. The sun may not reach a lot of nightmare but the amount of time he spends in the sun makes up for it. Dream cant go in the sun for a long time without drinking a lot of water and wearing thin clothing or he straight up gets a heatstroke, he gets most of his energy sleeping. When they were younger they used to cuddle because their different temperatures would balance eachother out.

Back on topic, the twins pick up a lot of stuff from animals. Nightmares way of 'hunting" is very similair to how predator animals do it. While dream doesn't 'hunt' like nightmare does, when he just got out of stone he used to actually hunt animals because he wasn't used to grocery stores and all. He got a lot of fox themed nicknames from that.

They both make biscuits like cats do when sleepy or asleep. They also have razor sharp teeth, though you dont notice it unless they yawn or something. They frequently hurt their tongue because of how sharp their teeth are.

Off topic again but dream totally has hurt people and has thrown violent tantrums fresh out the statue, even if he didn't mean to. I'm talking earthquake making tantrums

Back on topic

They share some traits with dragons, like the hoarding piles of gold type thing. Thought i guess you could also see it as a crow thing 🤔 they really like shiny stuff and they both collect stuff. While dream collects more just general shiny stuff, might be a spoon or something, nightmare is more focused on luxury gems and real gold.

Also the nests, like i said nightmare is cold, always. His bed is giant with a bunch of pillows and blankets thrown around, he takes 10 minutes trying to untangle himself everytime he wakes up or just wants to get up.

Dreams sleeps on cold hard tile because, well, cold. Sometimes he sleeps with a pillow .

Nightmare doesn't like baths 1. because they make his 'goop' like actual goop and it staints fucking EVERYTHING after a bath. And 2. He has sensory issues, he hates the feeling of water and he hates the feeling of the 'goop' after a bath. He takes a bath once every while. he frequently has dust baths though. Like a chinchilla. Those are a lot more bearable for him, and they do the job.

Nightmare chased his own tendrils when he was six

Apple twins are disney princesses, animals gravitate towards them. They are also WAY more docile around them too

I think the fact that animals are naturally drawn to them also meant that before the village came the most they had of parents were themselves, and the wild animals of the forest. I think before the apple tree incident it was mostly predator animals that stayed around them. Why? Because they'd notice that these babies aren't able to defend themselves and they can do it for them.

So basically just imagine two tiny skeletons cuddling together while leaning on a giant ass mama bear surrounded by cubs

And i think because of that dream and nightmare have more animalistic behaviours then other monsters, especially dream when he first got out that stone prison.

He definitely wouldn't be able to understand others, so the only way he'd be able to communicate for a while would be sounds and gestures.

Also i think nightmare can particularly mimic the sounds of a baby animal calling out for mother or make those distress sounds. because that was the one defense he had before the incident.

I think if now he was injured to the point he cant do much anymore he definitely isn't above mimicking the sounds of a bear cub and having a giant animal defend him while he heals himself

I think after the apple incident prey animals are a lot nightmare a lot more then before, mostly because of those tendrils, they make great hiding places!

think both twins have a particular set of animals that are mostly around that twin

I have no idea how to word that but like

With dream you will mostly see birds, rabbits and more "cute" animals surrounding him. Foxes and others still sometimes come by but its mostly that group

With nightmare i think it's more horses and foxes, the more "elegant" and "mysterious" animals

Like he has definitely used a random horse as a back rest before when reading or something

I think that's it 🗣

[graceofgondor]

what do you think charginny would be like as parents ??

ohhh my goodnesss how i adore this question ahhh

well first off more than half of the headcanons on this post will relate to what i'm about to yap about so if you're interested in when i first kind of started talking about the charginny parent era there you go <3

but god i love thinking about them as parents. because they'd be so typical you know what i mean? like, charlie's the carefree fun dad who is super duper in love with his wife, while ginny of course is the more structured and sometimes over the top soccer mom.

they would have always wanted kids, it was never a question. straight out of high school charlie would have his mind set on making a living so he could take care of her, and the family he knew she wanted.

i think they would have kids pretty young, only because they had been together so long by the time they got married and charlie recovered from his time in the war. so their parenting style would inevitably be a bit more progressive (especially on top of their existing morals) and they wouldn't want their kids to go through what they did (strict expectations, boarding school, the whole nine yards). they would definitely push independence and responsibility in them, but i don't think they would be quick to forget the more connective and emotional stuff too. regardless though, they're big into pta, the sports teams, field trips, family vacations, banquets, the whole nine yards.

it would be a full house, probably three kids (two boys and a little girl) for one because charlie worked to afford it, and for two because ginny so badly wanted a girl that when she asked for a third there was no way he was saying no. (and they all would be co-parented by child 0.5 aka merlin the dog who had no idea what he was signing up for). and god charlie being a girl dad would just warm ginny's heart, because you KNOW he spoils her and adores her just like he does for his wife.

while they both have their moments, i think they would work really well together. ginny can be strict, but charlie softens her up. while charlie can let them get away with a bit much, ginny helps him reel it in.

despite charlie working alot, i think he would try really really hard to make sure ginny never had her hands full, at least if he could help it. ginny was always independent so sometimes she would downplay how tired she really was, especially because she doesn't want charlie taking it all on either. but if you know anything about charlie, he'll get all the kids in bed, clean up dinner, load the laundry, etc. without a single complaint (plus its not like he minds a sleepy ginny kissing him and being the most clingy she ever was in the few minutes before she falls asleep afterward)

i think ultimately, they would just try really hard to put their kids first, and have a good relationship with them. they would most certainly want to break the cycle they had both experienced, even if either situation was different, they knew it wasn't what they wanted for their own. unlike some of their counterparts, i think they'd be really aware of that, and try first and foremost to make sure their kids didn't fall into it. they really love each other so i think that makes it easier, they tend not to fight as much, and if they do it's just out of pure exhaustion, so compromise in raising the kids wouldn't come hard for them i think, at least not in the grand scheme of things.

anywayyy i could talk about this for ages loll. tysm anon for the ask i love answering things like this!! i definitely need to write a oneshot related to this bc i still haven't 🙈

[da-mous]

How did you get the motivation to make games? Or the discipline and determination to actually go all the way thru?

I am just a bad developer, but i have some nice ideas and i actually write them down so I don't forget, like a mix of tunic and minecraft, but with a actual conlang for you to learn and not a english cypher

following through is actually something I really really struggled with for years, but I'm much more productive than I used to be, and I have a few strats that help

1: Structure!! The structure that works for me is working on weekdays (even if it takes time to get going!) and strictly taking weekends off, even if it means not working when I really want to. I don't have strict hours during weekdays, but I try to start early enough in the day so that I can work for 6-8 hours before I get sleepy. I always end up filling the time I give myself! Time tends to fly after the first hour or so

My weekends off are super important, too. I think periodically forcing myself *not* to work on my projects makes me enjoy working on them that much more. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I really feel that in how much I tend to spend my Saturdays, surprisingly, wishing I could be working!! It also helps prevent burnout and offers guilt-free time to play other games, do other hobbies, take care of household chores, etc

2: Thinking time!! It's important to give your mind time to wander, undistracted. That's when inspiration will strike and you'll do your best thinking and planning. I think that's why "shower thoughts" are a thing. Showers are good for this, but they're short! I take daily walks that are between 40 and 120 minutes during which I only listen to music with no words in it--especially music that fits the vibe of my current project! I don't actively try to force my thought process to go anywhere in particular, but it often wanders excitedly to my projects anyway (By the way, I also listen to the same music while I'm working! It's the perfect way to get in, and stay in, the right mindset)

3: Deadlines!! Even soft ones! My roguelike is coming out in 2026. The more I work by then (without overworking myself!), the better the final product will be! The desire to make something really good really drives me

4: Making something you want to play!! Playing my own game is one of the most important parts of my process. The first thing I do every day when I sit down to work is play the game. This naturally drives me toward finding areas I can improve and polish, coming up with features I want, and being motivated to implement those things. The ideal is to feel like a fan of my own work, eagerly awaiting every little update. The more I play, the more I'll tailor the game to my own tastes. This leads to me enjoying it more, so I'll be even more motivated to improve and add to it!

My current project is actually perfect for this, because it's a roguelike (highly replayable, a genre I know I can enjoy for a long time. Binding of Isaac is one of my most played games ever) platformer (one of my favorite genres in general. immediately kinetically satisfying) with a high level of randomization and variety, meaning even I can be surprised by my own game!

The strategies that work for you will likely differ from mine (especially if you have a day job or something!) but hopefully that helps :)

[writing-whump]

Sunday Sickness - more or less the same question I asked Soup - an easy one inspired by the fact that I've had the flu all week. Which of your OCs get sick the most and who has stronger immunity? And how does being a wolf, witch or human impact that? And what are your OC.s personalities when sick. Who powers through, who is in denial, who is completely non-functional? And does the type of illness matter? I'm not talking about Isaiah hiding his serious heart issue, but more the run of the mill flu, stomach bug, etc. Thank you!

Hehe thank you, Lis, great series of questions :D

Best immunity

Wolves have the worst immunity when it comes to sicknesses, ironic as they are the quickest to heal from injuries. Witches don't get any special resistance or weakness, their immunise system is similar to humans. If they are very connected to their magic, happy and in synch, they do tend to be more resilient to getting sick though.

As for who gets sick the most - Rip and Isaiah as of now. Rip, because he isn't used to being around people, but he also tends to get over it the fastest, because he is resilient from all the hardness of his previous stray life.

Isaiah is naturally more likely to succumb to viruses with his heart issues, though he tends to be fine with colds - almost doesn't get them or shakes them off without noticing. Fevers get to him hard though.

Hector gets sick a lot, colds and flus and everything, esp around Olive since she brings new kind of viruses from school. He got sick from Arnie a lot when they were younger.

Most resilient to illnesses are Kieran and Alessia from what I'm observing, and Seline.

Seline doesn't get sick often. She tends to get sick after exam seasons or stressful events (with colds, flus or headaches), but if she gets sick on the day of something important, she powers through. Stomach flus are rare and it gets a lot to make her throw up and she doesn't make a big deal of it.

Dylan takes colds and flus the worst. Extra sensitive about cold, this one, he can get a cold easily just from being cold. He doesn't get stomach flus that easily though, he has a strong gut from all the proteins and bacteria and good health habits. He is also pretty resistant, since he is very used to humans and their viruses from school and human friends. One of the most resilient wolves in the group when it comes to the most mundane viruses and flus. Just not the colds, lol.

Personalities when sick

Olive doesn't catch things easily, but when she does, she gets very whiny and clingy. She is a crybaby with a fever or a stomach flu and even a simple cold.

Dylan gets whiny easily whenever sick. He wants to be fussed over and papered, thank you. He does not find this shameful.

Rip and Isaiah are the power through duo. Don't mind me sick until I collapse kind of stuff. Not having patience or time to be sick and relax. Isaiah is very polite and ashamed when needing something while Rip will tell you what he wants, but he tends to be mainly sleepy and unattantive. Gets clingy if it's really bad.

Kieran powers through until he can't ignore it - then he gets clingy and whiny, esp with Alessia. He gets demanding around almost everyone else, a very annoying, entitled patient.

Seline takes rest quickly. She is practical about illnesses, sometimes too careful. First sniffles means a couple days of bedrest to shake it off quick. She won't go anywhere if she doesn't feel 100% and worries it could get worse and out of her control.

Alessia gets snippy and angry when sick. Prefers to power through and Kieran has to physically hold her in place for her to get the rest she needs and accept some comfort. She wants it, she just doesn't know how to ask for it.

Hector is rough and clipped when sick, trying to sleep it off fast. Powers through and then power naps, so to say. Arnie gets demanding and whiny when it's small and gets quieter but more clingy when it's worse.

[darling-i-read-it]

Hi again, hope you're having a good day :)

I'm so happy to find someone just as head over heels for Finn as I've been lol I adore your fics so much, I can't go a day without rereading them, you're so talented dear. I adore Red Tide even though I saw a lot of poor reviews for it I'm so glad I didn't let them stop me :D

As for my request, feel free to decline I'll understand completely but here it is: Harry Gardner x Reader (female if that's ok with you) and some domestic fluff. I'm leaving everything else up to your liking and ideas 🥰

Take care <3

I hope you enjoy dear! It's slightly hilarious I've congregated this little harry gardner fandom and i'm glad to provide <3 I hope you don't mind I did it headcanons style, I thought that would be most accurate to your request!

the silent domesticness of yours and harry's relationship is one to aspire for

he loves the quiet moments, the ones that no one else sees, the ones where you're still asleep and he can just stare at you

when he was younger he was a hopeless romantic at heart, being a writer and all

when his writing was more rooted in passion he always thought he would have that fairytale relationship

the ones that grand stories are written about

he found as he grew older, he wanted the ones that are so sweet and bland that they're usually just mentioned in passing in those big stories

the big stories have too much drama

when he was writing you would bring him coffee sometimes and sit beside him, reading your own book or doing your own things

the silence was the best of it. comfortable. not pushing him to pay attention but listening when he was stumped

"I can't figure this out," he murmured. He was staring at the computer screen like it would change for him. You looked up from your book, eyes droopy.

"Figure what out?"

"What the hell I'm trying to say here."

"Read it to me," you said, putting your book down on your chest. He turned to face you and cleared his throat before he started. He had your full attention. This is what marriage was supposed to be.

he tended to a life that was quiet, especially after the two of you moved out into the a small beach town

he could finally live out the silly dreams of being a husband by the town, the one who would get donuts if he woke up early and get decorations for anniversary's

living together was like a perfect little storm

perfect may be a stretch. it was like a storm that you both knew rather well

you would see his clothes on the ground and toss them into the hamper. he would close the toothpaste when you left it unscrewed. you would rearrange the fridge on Saturdays and he would wipe down the bedside tables, throwing away anything left behind.

he loves to cuddle

he loves to have his hands everywhere all the time, if you're making dinner of if you're just sitting beside him

hand on your leg, your arm, your side

even when you're out he likes to hold hands, even after the magic has faded a bit and the normalcy of marriage sits in

he doesn't ever not want to show you off. we're a unit. can you see that we're a unit?

You were falling asleep on the couch after a long day at work. The TV was on but you had stopped paying attention to it, only registering the drum of voices. You heard Harry walk in and you felt the dip in the couch. You opened your eyes a tad to see him leaning over so that he would lay on you.

You scoffed, preparing for him to take your breath away. He let out a groan as he got comfortable, slinging your leg around him, nestling his head into your chest. You wrapped your arms around his back.

"Do you know we have a bed?" he whispered. You giggled halfheartedly, your sleepiness not allowing anything else.

"So far. Too many steps."

you fall asleep there together because you can. Because no one is going to tell you not to.

you fall in love in those moments

when he makes your favorite food or buys something from the store he knows you would like even though you've never tried it. moments like those make everything else worth it <3

[empty-pizza]

thoughts on nona the ninth epilogue and thoughts on the book and series overall

Some of you might not have checked the blog today and will just, come back to this post to find that I decided to read 2/3 of the book today and finish it. It was good but it wasn't just because it was good, I kinda just felt like finishing. I'm kind of exhausted and I'm not sure how much my lack of understanding of what's going down at the end comes down to the book being confusing, and how much is me having no more energy.

anyway

alecto breaking out

oh great we talking all shakespeare like now, this is really making it easy to follow (i am just very sleepy)

which fuckin child is who

okay so harrow is awake now (the fuck was all that going on with the tower then)

alright from alecto's attempt to kiss

i can understand why the lyctors would have called her a monster

okay so the ninth is the line of anastasia

so alecto is swearing herself to harrow

and gideon called her a slut

as it should be, i suppose

damn and she just

went and said hi to john

and stabbed him and he said good morning

man what the FUCK does any of this imply

i do not have the brain power to process any of these layers

like, what the fuck did john plan on, or want to happen

the river is DEAD? the fuck does that mean

what the fuck is any of this shit

give me answers

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gadzoinks

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Anyway yeah I'd say this was the best book in the series so far. I generally enjoyed Nona's character more than the prior two protagonists. I enjoy when childish, whimsical, naive personalities are expressed realistically through prose. I also enjoyed gradually learning more about how Nona thinks and just what she is.

The plot kept its momentum better than the second book, and followed through with a better climax than the first book. I've spoken about what I disliked about those aspects of the earlier books in prior posts. Here, the situation kept changing and developing enough that it didn't get too stale. Even without Nona driving most of the changes, it felt like she had an effect on the things around her.

I'm kind of hoping the next book begins right after we left off. We already did big timeskips twice in a row, and we haven't even answered everything that happened in the last one.

My brain is just muddled in so many questions about magic mechanics, character motivations, character history, et cetera et schmetera, that I don't even know how to put into words yet.

Part of my satisfaction here is that I think the pacing of reveals was really good in this book. It kept piling on more and more the closer it got to the end. But it really just slammed me with a bunch more questions by the ends. Reveals that raise more questions are great, and this is the right time for them considering it's the penultimate book in the series, but jeez, I am just brain strained right now. My brain has gone through one of those machines where you turn the crank and the dough goes through and comes out as spaghetti shaped. Except like, in reverse, because my brain is smoother now.

I think this has been an overall strong series, but it's somewhat unique in that the lore was the main thing I cared about. Or at least, I cared about it disproportionately to how much I usually do. That's not to say that there wasn't great character work here; I totally understand those who primarily love this series for the characters. I think I posted plenty about how interesting many of them are; hopefully that speaks for itself.

In general, it does tend to focus more on static characters. Not every character is like this, but a lot of them don't really change much (not during books), but instead only get tested at key moments to demonstrate their beliefs and conviction. Which is a totally fine approach, when the characters are interesting people, and you can instead drive things a bit more via learning more about them. When changes do occur, it's often offscreen entirely — just look at Corona and Gideon this book.

It kind of comes down to what drives you to read the next chapter. I almost always wanted to read more to learn about the lore. I often, but not always, was curious about where the plot would go next, how predicaments would be solved. And I was interested in how characters would grow or change... less than average, I'd say.

Though, the line between lore and learning more about who characters are was often blurred. I'm just not sure how much it will appeal to me personally once I already know everything about them. Maybe it'll work great on reread someday, maybe it won't.

I think I'd call this one a strong 8/10. Definitely gonna develop my thoughts on this more in the coming days but I really need to get to sleep soon.

I kind of wonder in what ways these stories will stick with me, when my experience was so lore driven. I feel like my opinion on book 2 has gone down slightly since I finished it, as the high of the reveals wore off and I felt kind of dissatisfied a few other aspects. I definitely liked the plot/characters in this book more, but I still just need to see how I settle on feeling about it all in retrospect. I mean the thing is, when you're that driven by lore, I prefer when it sticks the landing. If I don't personally like the answers in the final book I might lose a little love for the series as a whole.

Edit: To clarify this point a little, it's really that there's two kinds of reveals. There's the ones that are actual reveals, which tended to be really interesting. And there's the ones that mostly engaged me on the basis of "this tiny detail could be implying really insane things later." Some of which paid off, some of which still haven't. It's a fun feeling to engage with while reading, but for me it relies not just on the reveals paying off, but me being left with an overall feeling that engaging with the narrative in that way was worthwhile. If the series ends up not really caring about rewarding readers for paying attention that much (which I'm not saying will happen, it's just always a possibility) then that takes away a lot of my enjoyment retroactively.

Of course, it's also possible that if I did a reread, I'd end up appreciating the character work a lot more than the first read, and end up caring about the lore a lot less! This is just what I engaged with on this read and my present experience. I definitely can't say I understand everything about the characters, so there might even be whole layers to how they grow and change that I just didn't pick up on here.

Fun series and I really enjoyed liveblogging it! I hope you don't mind me kind of just, rushing through the final book today. Trust me, that was out of enjoyment primarily (also the library has kind of wanted these back for a while). I appreciate everyone who enjoyed my posts and commented things, and I'll definitely be sticking around and reading more comments as I try to make sense of all the shit I just read. I hope you enjoyed my first-timer thoughts.

[forever-yours-simdate]

Okay I'm too impatient to do these like in order and do all the SFWs before I jump NSFW, I need Tama NSFW alphabet or I'm going to perish like a Victorian woman who dies from having too many or too few pillows while she sleeps-

👍

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

In the beginning, he's very quiet and pefers to be left alone with his thoughts. After a bit though he gets a little clingy and lets himself get sleepy. Always good about making sure he and his partner stay hydrated afterwards though (probably has a britta filter on his nightstand....). Not very good at the emotional-reassurance side of aftercare for several reasons.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his teeth! Very good for biting, which he likes doing.

He likes any part of his partner's body. But he tends to focus on the torso/neck area because it's very versatile. Lots of places to bite and touch and bruise, it's really warm and easy to hug.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Doesn't really jerk off and it reflects that.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bought a collar and then hide it deep in his closet out of embarrassment.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Ultra virgin. Never had friends let alone dated because of his parents' influence and his only priority in most of his life being studying.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Ones where he can use his strength/weight to restrain or pin down his partner. He can't decide if he wants to face them or not.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's basically as serious as he would be in any other situation... so quite serious, but doesn't treat it like a grand, sacred thing. Gets embarrassed when silly things happen.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yeah the hair matches, trims but not too short. Does the minimum amount of care. Scared of hurting himself with scissors.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Can be surprisingly tender and soft (well, soft for him), and definitely is clingy (although he'd deny it). Tries to hold his partner close and affectionately bite them, so while his expressions of romantic affection aren't exactly conventional, they're definitely there.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Again, doesn't really do it. If he gets horny he goes to take a cold shower or sweat it off with some exercise-- which for the most part works. When it doesn't, he'll try to get off ASAP with minimal prep so he can go back to whatever he was doing before.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Not exactly a kink but he loves it when his partner wears his clothes/accessories. It makes him feel very... possessive. Other than that, biting and restraints. Mildly into petplay but it's moreso the collaring/caging/care and nickname aspects rather than the roleplay.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Probably usually prefers a bed because that's what you're "supposed" to do, but also likes doing it on the couch since he's usually on a couch more often than his own bed anyways.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Having a little bit of a fight/playful(?) resistance really helps get him going. If you actually manage to pin him down or overpower him he's very surprised and honestly pretty into it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Public/stealth stuff. He would rather explode and die. Even doing it in a semi-private place (like a bathroom stall) makes him incredibly uncomfortable. Just regards the outside as "too gross" of a place to be having sex.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Probably would prefer receiving over giving, considering he has 0 skills and if anything would find it kinda uncomfortable, and get frustrated if he tries and his partner doesn't feel good due to his clumsiness.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually really fast/rough. Even when he's loving, he can't take it slow.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Probably would be okay with them every so often. The frequency would bother him more than the quickie itself.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Would experiment but only a little. Would probably prefer more vanilla practices-- or the more kinkier things he does in the bedroom don't register to him as kink but rather things he wants to do impulsively with other goals in mind.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Athletic guy can go for A While. Way longer than the average person. If you get him horny enough. Uh. Well. Good luck solider o7 I pray for you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Does not own toys. Would probably just go with whatever his partner already owns/gets, but isn't too into them. If this guy holds a dildo or a vibrator in his hands, he will look so uncomfortable it'd look silly. Likes impromptu/home-made restraints (ropes, ties, belts, etc) over cuffs.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Doesn't try to tease, and if he does, it's unintentional.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Very grunt-y, and breaths/sighs heavily. When he's feeling particularly good he has low, throaty moans, but otherwise really quiet, especially in the beginning. Doesn't dirt talk, unless he's angry.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Surprisingly not sadistic (when he's not angry) so bullying his partner doesn't really occur to him. When he is angry, his sadism mostly comes out as just him venting his blind rage and being violently possessive rather than wanting to tease/pleasure his partner. Still bite-y regardless though, he usually apologizes when he does it during regular sex.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

All my characters are Schrodinger's genitalia but I also do have semi-canon* dick sizes for the guys + Harper (sourced from my dick-haver friend), so in the case Tama does have a dick it's 5' (hard). 1.5' (soft).

*genuinely I do not care what you wanna do. If you want to give Tama a 6ft pole go ahead. If you want to give him a cunt also go ahead. 👍 The world your oyster. Do what your heart desires. What I have written down is just what I would draw them with. (this applies to all fy characters)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's probably like. on the lower end. He doesn't have a very strong desire to have sex all that often.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesn't usually fall asleep right after, and spends most of the night staring at the roof before eventually falling asleep. Fall asleep faster if he wears himself out (by being more rough and emotional).

[lovelyjj]

blurb request here!! something where reader is napping somewhere in the chateau while the rest of the pogues are just in the main area talking and whatnot. reader wakes up kind of grumpy and grouchy, bc she was woken up, and just goes to jj and just hugs him just because, and everyone's just gushing ab how cute they are, etc? i love ur writing <33

when I was editing my blog and I decided to put requests in my ask box, I literally thought no one would ever request. So I really appreciate you. It means the world to me that you think of me.

Goodmorning Sunshine

sleepy!reader x jj name a better duo<33 

pouges x platonic reader :)

word count: 1,935

a/n: I haven’t posted any of my writings in months, I had every intention of fulfilling requests in a timely matter. I started them as soon as I got them. Lots of things did come up in my personal life where I just couldn’t write. I have a ton of WIPS. I hope to get back to them soon. Thanks for being patient, and I’m sorry this took so long.

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Your cheek was pressed against the back of your hand as you slept. The afternoon air surrounding the château was warm as you napped. You were peacefully sleeping as the rest of the pogues talked quietly on the porch.

JJ stood leaning against the wall talking. When a particularly loud laugh or shout would occur JJ would shoot his friends a glare. Because obviously his girl was just inside, and she needed her beauty sleep.

Your glasses were still on during your slumber. They were disheveled and pressed on the bridge of your nose and near your eyebrows.

Sarah came in through the screen door to use the bathroom when it slammed shut. She cringed with her eyes crinkled shut. She carefully opened one eye and glanced at you as you whined and started mumbling.

"shit shit shit." Sarah muttered.

"I'm sorry y/n." she whispered and speeded down the hall.

You took all the sleepy strength you had in you to sit up. You palmed over your face causing your glasses to fall off over your head and land somewhere on the mattress. You frowned staring off into space when John B came in looking for another pack of beers.

"Oh no! who woke the princess?" John B smiled.

"Shut shut UP!" you grunted as you threw your pillow at him.

"Where's-" you began. To no surprise, as your first thought after your slumber tends to only be of him.

"Don't worry your boy is right outside, ok?"

You only nodded slowly in reply and squinted around the dimly lit room in search of your person.

When Sarah and John B returned to the porch they all start giving JJ worried looks and shifty eyes.

"What?" he asks.

"What did you do?" Kie asks frowning at Sarah.

JJ's body tenses and whips his head around at your entrance. His body came off from against the brick wall to face your direction.

You struggle at first with the screen door, then with a grunt, it swings open. And there you are making your way towards him and mumbling how your gonna take care of Sarah later.

It was almost zombie-like, the efforts you made to get to him. You hung your head low, pushing past the rest of the pogues and sauntering over, arms swinging at the ready.

JJ watched with adoration at your sleepy figure. It was an almost dive into his chest. You came stumbling over to him. Your face found home on his shoulder as you smoothed your arms around him.

Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you. Like he always does. He watched as you sank into him and found shelter in his embrace.

"You gonna say hello, or just make a pit stop here?" JJ asked as he ran a few fingers over your head of hair.

In response, you simply pushed your face into his collarbone and mumbled something along the lines of, "I found you."

"Always been just right here." JJ comforted.

You gave a weak hum in response, signaling you heard him. You started swaying a little in your hug. And he hugged you back a little tighter, holding you to him.

Kiara commented to the other pogues, "I thought she was going to be grumpy."

"I don't know, she looks pretty content in JJ's arms," Pope said making note of your peaceful demeanor.

Sarah who was expecting revenge smiled, "I mean look at them, It's like they're made for each other."

You felt your body relax, and your breathing started to get slower. The sun was shining on you and you felt safe. Safe leaning against him.

JJ felt your change in movement. The way you melted into him.

"Are you sleeping on me?" he asked.

You lifted your face away from his neck, "I don't know, I just-" you let out a sigh then continued, "need you. Needed to be close to you."

He took your face from resting against him and gently held it in his hands. He looked into your eyes, gazing at them like you were his only priority.

You felt the measure of his stare, and squinted right back at him.

"Or your just really comfortable and I haven't fully woken up from my nap." you poked fun.

He stroked both your cheeks delicately with his thumbs. Then with one hand holding your cheek, he carefully moved his thumb up under your eye and up against your nose. The pad of his thumb brushed the bridge of your nose.

He put his tongue between his teeth as he concentrated.

He than took his other hand and using his index and middle finger smoothed over the red patch over your eyebrow.

It was JJs turn to bust out a laugh, "These from your glasses?" He questioned smoothing over the red indents on your skin.

You whined and pushed your forehead into his shoulder, "Stop it, I was sleeping" you grumbled.

He bent down and placed a kiss to your nose, causing you to scrunch your face.

You stood up straight in his hold, moving your arms to be tossed around his neck. You bumped your nose with his. You rubbed them together and whispered over his lips, "how about another?"

JJ lips turned upwards in a ghost of a smirk, before he slowly placed them on yours. You both smiled into the kiss. It was slow and sleepy and you felt sparks.

One of JJs hands moved up and slid into your hair, cradling your head. As yours stayed loosely around his neck. JJs other hand gripped your waist.

Before the kiss could go any deeper, John B threw a empty beer can that nearly hit the two of you. It hit the wall you and your boyfriend were nearly making out on with a loud smack. It then spun around and landed by your feet.

"Hey lovebirds! Quit it will you, we don't wanna watch you suck your faces off!" John B shouted.

You turned around and shot daggers at John B. You were about to respond when JJ beat you to it.

"Oh John B your one to talk, don't act like you don't mack on Sarah any chance you get. We always have to watch." JJ then proceeded to raise his middle finger at John B.

John B was about to resort when Kiara stepped in, "It's true, you and Sarah do it more than them."

Sarah gasped while you smirked at her, "ha."

"I'd like to remind you that you and y/n just committed the crime of public displays of affection." Pope voiced and directed the attention back to JJ.

JJ put his hands up in defense, "Alright my bad, I admit it. The PDA police got me, take me away officer." He then put his wrist together and held them out towards Pope.

You laughed at JJ and his antics. Truth be told he'd do anything to make you laugh and to see your pretty smile. He was in heaven with you grinning at him like that.

"You'd go to jail for me?" you questioned softly.

He turned to you and nodded his head before he turned back to Pope and called out, "Pope! Am I under arrest?"

Pope looked around, "Yes you are, and I have three witnesses to prove it."

Sarah leaned her head on John Bs shoulder as she laughed and Kiara smiled at Pope.

"And my girl? She ain't going to jail. She didn't do anything. She's innocent, innocent I say!" JJ continued spewing testaments. That he would go to jail for you, even if a kiss was a two-person crime.

Pope got up from his seat to go mimic taking away JJ.

"Alright, If I'm going to jail anyway gotta make it worthwhile," JJ spoke in a much more calm matter.

He went to where you stood watching him with hearts in your eyes and planted a kiss on your lips. He then trailed up to your cheeks. He kissed your nose twice and peppered more kisses on your forehead and chin.

He held your face as you giggled and gasped out of breath "JJ! Stop please. JJ! I mean it."

JJ did let up on peppering your face with kisses when he kissed your lips one last time, and went down to your neck and left one single kiss there.

"JJ" you warned as his breath fanned over your neck where he just kissed.

"Don't" you pleaded, "Later."

He reclined and became face to face with you, and he whispered so only you could hear, "You'd let me go to jail for a kiss on your lips, but you won't let me give you a hickey in front of our best pals."

You looked at his twinkling eyes, and reciprocated the same tension he was giving you. You bit your lip still staring at him and nodded.

"Later." You whispered.

JJ cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips, "right" he answered.

Meanwhile, The others sipped their drinks and averted their eyes. They gave one another an eyebrow raise and a double glance from you and JJ and than back to each other.

Kiara jokingly rolled her eyes at the pair of you and went back to her conversation.

Sarah decided to get back to talking about your relationship, "I love them honestly."

"Even when they get a lovey dovey?" Kiara questioned.

"Yeah, I thought she was going to come out here and tell me off for waking her up." Sarah took a swig of her drink as she kept talking.

John B laughed.

"But she just made a beeline to him, and look at her. She so calm and relaxed." Sarah finished declaring happiness for her besties.

"Although I am a little grossed out by their lovey dovey stuff as Kie calls it, I've never seen them so happy except when their together." Pope said providing his input.

"Couple of fools in love, if i ever saw it." John B commented.

"A pogue in love with a kook, If i ever saw you and Sarah," Kie spoke directed at John B.

"Ouch. I guess I deserve that." John B got knocked down a peg.

"Excuse me," Sarah exclaimed. She started throwing her chips at Kiara.

Kie just laughed. "I'm only joking. Cut it out." throwing her hands and legs up to dodge the attack.

John B stood up for her, "She can be a pogue at heart."

Sarah gave him a tight-lipped smile and showed him, love, through her eyes.

"It's really hard to hate them when I hear the way y/n talks about him," Kie mentioned

"What really what does she say?" Pope questioned.

"Yeah, sometimes I forget she's talking about JJ when she opens up to us" Sarah added.

You had confided in your best girlfriends Kie and Sarah as they usually want the juicy details.

Kie nonchalantly replied to Pope, "Just that she's in love with him, and she's never met someone that loves her like he does."

Pope glanced at you and JJ standing up and having your own conversation. Your arms were tangled around his torso and you gazed up at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

JJ was smiling as he talked to you. He knew his friends were having their own conversation, probably about him. However, he didn't think to join in, maybe later. Right now he was with you. The only person he could ever need, ever love. His person. You.

Pope looked back towards the group, "I believe it."

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Being Yoriichi disciples HCS

Yoriichi Tsugikuni X Reader

(Actually, I want to make it platonic, but it's kinda up to you if you want to see this as a romantic relationship)

CW : Mention of arranged marriage, Reader-san is a former Noble

- it's actually an accidental

- it's a very cold night back then, as you run with your utmost speed, running away from whatever thing that chases you, whether it's a guard that after you or a hungry feral demons that try to devour you

- why guard? It's because you were running away from your house, not wanting to marry someone that is far older than you because of that damned arranged marriage

- and why demons? Well, it's kind of an unlucky day for you, but thankfully they kill the guard that goes after you, but sadly, now they try to eat you

- and you eventually crossed paths with Yoriichi, your unexpectedly-to-be- teacher

- Of course, as a demon slayer, he executes those demons without any further question, and he actually ask why such a person like you are out of house in the middle of the night

- then he found you collapse (if it's me, my mouth would be bubbling fr) out of fear

- He sighed as he pick you up and search for a shrine to spend his night, or at least until you're awake, and thank God it didn't took a long time for you to regain consciousness

- you explain your situation to him, he listened to it quietly and only give a quick nod or just a simple "I see", but even after he heard everything (is he even listen to you ? Lol) , he still tell you to go home anyway, because it's safer that way

- but then, you ask him to teach you a swordsmanship, and his eyes are kind of widened? Even tho his expression does not change much

- "I'm sorry, but I have to refuse... I do not take any disciples", and now, it depends on your stubbornness, you have to un-tiredly ask him a lot of time, and if it's possible... Try to make him pissed off

- "......... Come with me"

- he teaches you every basic of swordsmanship patiently and silently, as you wandering with him (because he doesn't really have any place to back), and it kind of nice, because the more the merrier

- and you actually take care of his poor soul, you cook a lot for him, and tend to his wounds if he got one (despite of him always tell you that's unnecessary, but you does it anyway), and he's surprised you knew well about medical stuff

- headpat is always, he's never been great with praise, when you did a great job he just pat (more like tap) your hair and tell you're doing great with his deadpan expression

- willingly piggyback you, it's happen quite often at daylight, when night is kept you both awake, you often find yourself tired and sleepy, then he offers you his back for you to hop on

- " We have to continue, if you're that sleepy.... I could carry you on my back if you want"

- he never like being called "sensei" Or "master" Or any formal nickname, just call him "Yoriichi"

- you're his soft spot, he's happy when you're happy, and sympathetic when you're sad, he doesn't mind if you doesn't really master the Sun Breathing, he could help you find your own breathing style, or if you want to just become a medic, he's on the "support" mode and help you gather a lot of herbs

- his gift are simple and useful, such as katana, a simple accessories, and a clothing that kind-of-having (sorry for poor language) a matching style with him ( poor man does not know which style of clothes that you like), et cetera

- " Your determination and stubbornness remind me of Uta"

- you caught him smiling a lot of time, and he actually get embarrassed and try to change the topic if you ask him about it

- he tells you everything about his life, he's comfortable enough with you for him to spill the tea, and wishing for you to live a happy life if it's possible

- please tell him that you're living your best life with him by your side, it gonna make him so happy that his eyes are full of tears, while muttering "thank you" A lot

- despite of you being strong enough to protect yourself, he still worries a lot and always remind you not to be so reckless

- and it's the sad part, the part when you finally have to bid farewell to each other, for a reason, you cannot travels with him anymore, and for a reason he could no longer stay with you anymore and you have to part ways

- but still, if you that insists, you will continue your journey with him and actually grow old and frail together, and jokingly call him "sensei" And he would still got mad by it

- and it's a secret that he want to keep it inside of the deepest part of his heart, but he actually afraid if one day you will get your demon slayer mark, he may be an exception, but he knew not everyone is not as lucky as him, what if it's were you being unlucky and died at such young age? , he always hold his tears from those thoughts, after a years of spending his life with you, he couldn't help but growing afraid to lose you

- not after his dearest wife and unborn child

- death is inevitable, he aware of that, and that's why if you happened to got your mark, he will give everything that he could to you and make sure you're living your life at its best, without any regret, even at your last moment

- " Never once I regretted to took you as my disciple, Y/N"

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Sheeshh that's a long HCS for sure, thanks for reading it, like and reblogs are heavily appreciated^^

If you have any requests, let me hear it please

Sorry for the language mistake and have a nice day