#i feel like cats and dogs sometimes get along best when they both understand the cat is capable of smacking the dog at any time

[amygdalae]

Also Scout and Nox are besties btw. Observe ^^^

[remiratboi]

Probable part one of a fluffy yandere childhood best friend romance. I dno what tags yet but all in my previous posts, or pinned are possible.

Every year, your family would vacation in the Moonlight Realm. The pocket universe that had been discovered around 100 years ago. ‘Moonlight Realm’ it was affectionately called because of the creatures who dwelled there. Monsters.

As well as monsters of all kinds, the Moonlight Realm boasted of beautiful scenery, cheap rates, and what humans originally deemed “exotic cultures”.

But the humans and the monsters had settled into a comfortable coexistence, and monsters were far from rare any longer. You grew up with creatures all around you. It was common and equal. Human race had come a long way.

The little cabin you always rented for the whole summer was small and cramped. You, 3 siblings, your parents, and an elderly dog made the 2 bedroom unit feel like a shoebox. From a very young age, you had learned all the best hiding spots and getaways in the park. When you were around 10 years old, you found that apparently someone else had found them too.

A young half orc named Ollidar, or Ollie.

You didn’t speak the same language, and the first time you met, it had been awkward and confusing. You had tried to tell him he was welcome, and that there was enough room for the both of you. He seemed to understand, as he ended up sitting across from you in the small natural clearing sitting just inside the forest.

You probed him with questions, you tried acting things out, you tried writing them down with a stick in the dirt. He didn’t respond. Sometimes it looked like he understood something but he never gave any reaction. Just sat there, watching you. Sometimes he’d smile shyly.

The first summer it had been a lot to get used to. He started meeting you every day in the same spot. Sometimes he’d read, or listen to music on his EarPods, but mostly he watched you.

You wasted a few days trying to get him to respond, but since he never did, it slowly switched to you just talking to him. You told him… everything. You had to fill the silence. It would be too awkward if not.

You told him about your friends back home, your cat who you missed terribly and hoped was liking the pet sitter. About your favourite movies, books, foods. You told him about your fears, you weren’t sure why. You told him embarrassing stories. Sometimes you even worried he would think you were lame or weird and leave, but he never did. He just listened.

The summer came to an end and you did your best to tell him goodbye. That you hoped to see him again.

And you would. Every year. Every summer you spent two glorious months glued to each other’s sides. Your families became close through you. He had a sister and two moms. Your parents got along, and all of your siblings as well.

No one understood why he never spoke. It wasn’t a language barrier anymore. After 7 summers together both families knew more than enough about the other’s language. Enough to communicate with little confusion. He seemed to understand everything. If you asked him to pass you something, he would. If you gave him something he didn’t want, he’d shake his head. But he never spoke.

You stopped going on family vacations when you turned 18. You had moved out, so had most of your siblings. Your parents decided it was time for your own family vacations.

The first summer that you weren’t going, hit you harder than you’d ever imagined. Your chest hurt.

The next year was better.

And the next.

Soon you were 28 and that little half orc was just a fond, albeit, bittersweet memory.

Until your parents decide to do a sort of reunion trip this year. All of your siblings, and their families, plus you and your parents, would be taking a summer vacation to Lost Souls Campground in the Moonlight Realm this year.

It had barely changed. Some machines had been upgraded, the cabins had clearly been renovated to function with modernity, but other wise it was beautiful, serene, and just like you remembered it.

“It’s you.” A strong deep voice full of awe whispered from behind you. You turned around and was met with a face indeed in awe. It took a moment but you realized this was the first time you’d ever heard his voice.

“Oh wow!” You exclaimed. Genuine joy spreading across your face. “You’re here?!” You cried and raced up to him. He didn’t even flinch as you threw yourself at him. His arms opened and he gathered you in a powerful embrace. There was a hint of desperation in the way he clung to your soft body.

You felt a pang of anxiety that had been previously overtaken by the shock of seeing him. You were not thin anymore. And while you loved your body, and felt sexy in it, not everyone else was as comfortable with fat bodies as you were. What if he didn’t want you like this?

Want me like this? What am I thinking?!

You tried to pull yourself away from the hug, but he held tight.

“It’s you…” he muttered into your hair. He was warm, and huge. The orc part of his genes must have been strong. He dwarfed you. It took a lot for someone to make you feel small. Some part of your brain short circuited when you finally registered he had been lifting you. You panicked slightly then, worried about being too heavy and pushed yourself from his chest. He reluctantly lowered you down.

You were blushing from feet to head as you smoothed out your clothes. “Sorry, I… I was just surprised to see you.” You stuttered out. You looked up at his face. He was beautiful. You could see hints of the boy you knew, but he had grown, developed thick muscles, his face thinned out and lengthened.

“You came back.” He replied. His gaze was hyper focused on you. It seemed nothing else registered to him any longer. You squirmed a bit under such overwhelming attention.

“Yeah, we stopped back then, when all of us had moved out. But we are doing a sort of reunion trip this summer!” You explained excitedly. You felt giddy. You didn’t even really understand why. You felt excitement at seeing him.

“Does your family still come here every year?” You asked and leaned around him to see if any of them were standing near by.

“No, just me.” He answered. For the first time since seeing you, his gaze dropped. His cheeks darkened.

“You must really love this ratty old place, huh?” You joked and nudged his arm with your elbow.

“I guess.” He replied, still avoiding eye contact. “So how long are you here for?” He asked.

“The whole summer!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms out wide as if that would show the physical manifestation of time. “I had about a decade of vacations days saved up, so I decided to take the whole summer. Everyone else is just here for a couple weeks.”

He nodded and glanced back up into your eyes. “So just you and your partner are here for the summer? Or do you have kids now?” He asked and dropped his gaze again.

You chuckled. Kind of a transparent attempt my guy. “No, no partner. No kids. Never found anyone willing to put up with me long enough.” You joked self deprecatingly. “You of all people know how much I can talk.” You grimaced at yourself.

“That was my favourite thing about you.” He replied quietly. He seemed nervous. You blushed again. “The way you spoke was mesmerizing.” He continued before, it seemed, he could stop himself.

A manic sounding giggle escaped your lips. “Wow, marry me?” You joked. It was his turn to laugh like a crazy person.

“So, uh,” you continued “how long are you here for?”

“Whole summer.” He answered and smiled up at you. “How solo were you hoping to spend your time?” He ran his hand down the back of his neck and rested it on his shoulder.

You laughed and placed your hand on his arm.

A/N: I think I’ll continue this. We will see.

[kunikinnie]

a/n: hello everyone it's been a while have some stupid hcs while I cram long-overdue event stuff :')) taglist: @irethepotato, @kisara-16reblogs, @thatdazaikin, @dazaee

vs your pet cat

featuring: Dazai, Ranpo, Fukuzawa

Dazai Osamu

He didn't understand why your cat didn't like him. Dazai liked it because it was not a dog and as far as he knew, his charm extends to animals too, so what was wrong?

Every attempt at petting him ended up in more bandages for him.

And when Dazai tries to sit down on the only free space left, the cat lies down on it and would. not. budge. Even if he asks nicely, it wouldn't work. You'd have to pick your cat up yourself.

The reason of this cat's disdain for him only clicked in Dazai's head when he realized the cat would brush up against you whenever the two of you were physically affectionate.

"Awww, is the little lord of the house jealous?"

Well, well, well. How the turntables.

The cat's perpetual haughty little facial expressions were replaced by pleas of help. Being aggressively smothered with affection from a man it had no control over was the last thing it considered in its master plan.

In the end, the cat reluctantly gives in to his relentless advances. "We're finally friends!" Dazai says, but in truth he's only being barely tolerated by the small creature.

Edogawa Ranpo

The cat doesn't like him because it sensed a rival in affection. The true is also the same for Edogawa Ranpo.

It's not that he doesn't like cats - in fact he likes them very much - but he knew the instant they locked eyes that neither will yield for your attention.

The petty fights between two spoiled brats may be troublesome, but are nonetheless entertaining. You feel like a parent taking care of two 4 year olds.

"No. You don't deserve my food. Go away."

When Ranpo's not attentive, the cat swiftly grabs one of the potato balls at the edge of the plate.

"Y/N!!"

It's worse when you and Ranpo are physically affectionate. For example, he likes laying his head on your lap and you stroking his hair. It's arguable one of his favorite moments with you. Within minutes your cat will sit near the top of his head, stare at it with murderous intent, before swatting his forehead with great force.

You've talked about this with him several times already, but it takes quite some time before he heeds your request and becomes the bigger person (or species??) in this situation.

He apologizes to your cat with the most sincerity and best cat food he can offer. If this will make all the three of you happy, then appeasing the little rascal wouldn't hurt Ranpo's ego that much, wouldn't it?

Unfortunately, it was rejected with a cold stare and tail swish.

Looks like this will take a few more tries and a lot more cat treats...

Fukuzawa Yukichi

He's the most hurt among the three. Being rejected by a cat is one thing, but being rejected by your cat? What did he do to deserve this?

As such, Fukuzawa spoils the thing rotten. It's almost astounding.

All the treats and toys you can think of he brought over to your place in hopes of appeasing the cat. He always carries wet food with him whenever he visits your place (plus whatever your cat likes best).

He also does his best in making sure "the cat does not feel left out." If the two of you are by the couch, then he'd call the cat to snuggle in between the two of you as well. Sometimes he'd even be brave enough to pick it up himself.

You wonder if he spends more time trying to win over the cat than winning over you not that you mind since you were won over long ago but anyway

It actually doesn't take long for the two of them to get along. The level of respect and fondness Fukuzawa just has for the both of you definitely earned the cat's trust quicker.

[atomicdarc]

Your au designs are literally so cool! Could you tell me more about them? I’m genuinely very interested

Oh hello there! Or course!

I don't have too much information to give for now, but there some things about the principal trio of the Decepticons: Demolisher, Cyclonus and Starscream! — I love how disastrous they look in armada, so I will bring that chaos to my story too! >:]

First of them, Demolisher. Well, Demolisher had a big devotion to Megatron, sacrificing himself a lot for him. He was considered Megatron's right arm on the Decepticons, army. For him being so devotional to Megatron's will, he had a lot of jealous stares at him, but he didn't care! Well, not for so long...

Have in mind that at this time he had his both eyes, he lost one or his eyes because Megatron punished him for slipping a little bit, and with a little bit I mean, for his teammates fault, one important war prisoner has escaped from one of the cells — I still deciding who it will be btw, but it will probably be a wrecker — Megatron was furious, that prisoner could bring a ton of important information, the first person that Megatron saw in his choleric walk was Demolisher, and then the worst happened... That was one of the first times that Megatron really snapped and abused of his power with one of his soldiers.

In this AU he doesn't hates Megatron, but he blames himself for his failure everyday, he has a perfectionist personality and he panicks when everything goes out of his hands, when Starscream meet with him for the first time he didn't understood why Demolisher was so damn afraid of failure, like, he didn't wanna loose and fail, but when Starscream turns into Megatron's second in command he starts to know exactly what is going on.

And how do Cyclonus feels about all of that? He feels bad for his friend and that he could do nothing to help, but he tells dumb and idiot jokes trying to rip a smile of Demolisher's face. Demolisher acts like he doesn't care and that he's indifferent, but he really enjoys his jokes and loves Cyclonus presence. Cyclonus can feel that.

Now about Cyclonus! Well, he's a yong boy! — kinda 22 yroish — he is a bit inexperienced in combat and it's slow to get some information, since his attention span is low, Demolisher always have to explain him things in the most careful and slowly way possible and he's very patience about that, Cyclonus feels very lucky to have a friend that finally comprehend his condition.

Demolisher rather's explain things to Cyclonus one million of times than see his friend suffering like he did in the past, Decepticons can be ignorant, stupid and sadistic sometimes, they would probably smash his brain with information since he is pretty easy to confuse and manipulate, and then they would use it to laugh in the lunch break.

Cyclonus is pretty interested about human comedy and internet culture, it's like hiperfixation for some reason, nor even demolisher understands it, but Demolisher enjoys watching pet videos with him, his favorite type of videos of this kind are about birds, while Cyclonus favorite pet videos includes cats and dogs. He tells to Demolisher that he looks like a soggy cat everyday.

Cyclonus is not so close to Starscream as Demolisher, but he doesn't mistreat him. Starscream can look a bit scary for him since he is almost all the time quiet and he just observes him with a glare when he needs to say something important to him. But with all the things that are happening because of Megatron, he tries to finally get along with him. It's a hard work, but he's trying his best with Demolisher's help.

And finally, we have Starscream dude, that guy is the definition of an LInking Park 2016 AMV, Just like in armada! But his quieter than normal, well, he's cold forged, and his brothers too, almost every cold forge has some mental of physical issue because of the bad development of the spark and by the fact that the spark sometimes feels despersonalizated, so sometimes you can see him fazed by his on thoughts.

He's a strong and pretty intelligent soldier, that got Megatron's eyes and he put the seeker's versatility on proof. Megatron puts him as his second in command, since it would he great if they separated the army by ground and air.

Starscream, his brothers and other seekers joined the cons because they hated their creators who subjected them to so much pain and Megatron knew it, his twisted mind took advantage of that and made the seeker go to the same crooked way as him, doing questionable things against his morals and conceptions of freedom

At the start, he doesn't get along with Demolisher and Cyclonus, but when he see and feel them treating and caring of his wounds caused by Megatron's unfounded rage he started to tolerate their presence at the start, then he finally accepts them as his friends. — he secretly watches videos about kittys without "Cyclonus discovering it" (Cyclonus already knows and he finds it kinda cute) —

That's it, their dynamic. There's a lot of things that I need to fix, add and complement, but for now it's only that!

And one more thing, sorry if my english sounds a little cracked, english is not my first language.

— Thanks for the ask! :]

[engie-ivy]

(Wolfstar Get-Together Fluff, for @wolfstarmicrofic)

27th: Malevolent

Sirius failed his best subject and cannot go to Hogsmeade, and Remus is a little hurt that he seems to care so little about their plans.

Bogus

“I’ve said I’m sorry!”

“And how does that help me?”

Sirius throws up his hands. “Well, I don’t know what else you want from me!”

Remus places his hands on his hips. “I don’t want you to think you can just screw up, say sorry, and then it’s all good again!”

“This isn’t fun for me either, Remus.”

Remus scoffs. “Then you should’ve thought about that sooner.”

To understand why Remus is so upset, you must know that Sirius is great with animals, uncannily great. Of course, he’s an Animagus, and being able to become an animal himself makes it easier to connect with them, especially with dogs. But Sirius has also bonded with all the cats in the Gryffindor tower, plus there’s a Kneazle living near Hogsmeade that Remus would swear sometimes does chores for him, although Sirius still denies this. Furthermore, while owls are excellent for sending letters and a pigeon can occasionally be convinced, Sirius can get any bird to deliver his mail. Remus still remembers the shock of suddenly seeing a bloody parrot in his windowsill (and still vividly remembers the sharpness of his beak, as he did not get along with the animal as well as Sirius). James will often joke that Sirius could probably even befriend a Hippogriff if he wanted, that’s how great he is with animals.

So, Sirius is the only one of the Marauders, and one of the few Hogwarts students in general, who’s taking Care of Magical Creatures at a NEWT level, to his parents’ great dismay, as according to them, it’s only a small step above Muggle Studies. Needless to say, Sirius excels in Care of Magical Creatures, though of course there’s little Sirius doesn’t excel at, but when it comes to Care of Magical Creatures, he’s a straight O student.

Until now, that is.

Sirius got a Dreadful on his latest essay, which means he failed so bad he needs to spend the weekend helping professor Kettleburn with chores for extra credit to make up for his poor performance.

Normally, Remus wouldn’t really care if Sirius is stupid enough to ruin his perfect record by bungling his work, but the thing is, this weekend is the last Hogsmeade weekend of the school year, and both James and Peter managed to get dates, so Remus and Sirius were supposed to go together, and Remus had really been excited for it.

Remus knows that someone as brilliant as Sirius, for whom everything always comes easy, would never fail an essay in his best subject unless he wasn’t really trying.

And that hurts.

“I know it sucks,” Sirius sighs. “But these things happen, Remus.”

It hurts that Sirius didn’t care that he and Remus had plans, that Remus had been counting on those plans, that Remus now has no one to go with. (And that Remus’ heart broke into a million pieces knowing that Sirius cares so little about something that meant so much to him, but Sirius can’t care about that, because he must never find out about that)

“Stop acting like you had no control over it,” Remus snaps. “You could’ve seen this coming, you could’ve avoided it, if you had really wanted.”

“Yes, okay, I screwed up, it’s all my fault!”

Remus crosses his arms over his chest and looks away. “I had just really been looking forward to it, that’s all.”

Sirius averts his eyes. “Yeah,” he says softly. “Yeah, I know.”

When Remus wakes up the next morning, the Hogsmeade Saturday, he feels guilty. Maybe Sirius had a bad day, maybe he really did try, maybe he was already feeling like crap for failing, and then Remus had gone and made it worse.

Remus slept late, as he has nowhere to go today anyway. Sirius left early already for his extra credit work, which they refer to as detention, though professor Kettleburn has made it clear that it’s not a punishment, but an extra chance.

At breakfast, Remus decides that maybe later he’ll walk into Hogsmeade on his own, so that first he can go and ask Sirius if he can bring him anything, by means of a peace offering.

“Hello, professor.”

Professor Kettleburn turns around from where he was helping a young Knarl drink some milk. “Oh, hello. Mr Lupin, right?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Remus replies. “I was looking for Sirius Black?”

“Ah, I’m afraid you just missed him! I sent him to feed the Thestrals.” Professor Kettleburn smiles. “Shouldn’t you be in Hogsmeade with your classmates?”

“Ah, well, I was supposed to go with Sirius...”

“Right, of course.” Professor Kettleburn looks a bit embarrassed. “Sorry about that. I really wish I didn’t have to make him do this during his weekend. I even gave him some extra days to work on the assignment, hoping I could just let him pass. I mean, he’s the best student I ever had! To be honest, I think I can learn more from him than he from me, at this point,” he chuckles, but then he sighs deeply. “But he truly left me no choice.”

“His essay was that bad, huh?”

Professor Kettleburn huffs. “What he wrote cannot be called an essay.”

“What did he write then?” Remus asks, still curious how Sirius could’ve failed, despite himself.

“Bogus.”

Remus frowns. “What was so bogus about it?”

Professor Kettleburn shakes his head. “No, I mean that’s literally what he wrote. He handed in a piece of parchment with only the word ‘bogus’ written on it.”

Remus’ stomach sinks. So Sirius didn’t have a bad day, he actually didn’t even try. He really didn’t even think about their weekend. Or, a treacherous voice in the back of Remus’ mind whispers, maybe he was thinking about it, and purposely got himself detention so he wouldn’t have to go with you. Maybe he knows about your pathetic little crush and feels uncomfortable being alone with you.

“I mean,” professor Kettleburn continues, though Remus is so lost in thought he’s barely listening. “It’s not my favourite topic either, and granted, the literature in the matter is somewhat outdated, but it’s obligated material for the NEWTs, so it’s not like I can just allow him to skip it! Also, regardless of Mr Black’s thoughts on the matter, it’s still a prevalent belief that detaining Lycanthropes is the best way to-”

Remus snaps his head up. “Wait, what?”

“That was what the essay should’ve been about,” professor Kettleburn explains. “ ‘Preventative Detainment and Constrainment as Methods for Dealing with Malevolent Lycanthropes’. And even after handing in that single word parchment, I still gave him a three-day extension as a final chance to complete the assignment, but Mr Black just point blankly refused to write even a single word on the topic!” Professor Kettleburn shakes his head. “Truly such a shame. He had a perfect record before this. With that, he might’ve had a chance at an internship with Newt Scamander himself!”

Remus stares at him wide-eyed. “He got detention, ruined his perfect record, missed out on a rare opportunity... because he refused to write negatively on Lycanthropes?” He asks in a small voice.

Professor Kettleburn tilts his head. “Are you alright, Mr Lupin? You look a bit pale.”

“I’m fine,” Remus manages to say while his head is spinning. “I just... need a moment. Thank you, professor, you’ve been very helpful. Now, please excuse me.”

The moment Sirius steps into the dorm late in the day, looking tired and weary, Remus tackles him into a firm hug.

Sirius tenses up for a moment out of surprise, then he lets out a deep breath. “Ah, professor Kettleburn told you.”

“You should’ve told me!” Remus says, looking up at him.

Sirius gives him an apologetic look. “You know I don’t like you being confronted with those bogus things the world says about you.”

Remus huffs. “I’d rather be mad at the world than be mad at you. You’re more important.”

“More important than the world?” Sirius asks with a smile.

“Shut up,” Remus says, only hugging him tighter.

“I’m grateful,” Remus says, as he and Sirius are lying on Remus’ bed to talk, on their sides facing each other. “But really, you didn’t have to do all that.”

“Ah, yes,” Sirius sighs dramatically. “Not doing my homework was such a sacrifice for me.”

Remus chuckles and gives Sirius a playful shove. “Shut it. You didn’t get to go to Hogsmeade as well, and I know you missed out on a possible opportunity at an internship with Scamander himself.”

Sirius shrugs. “It was a long shot anyway. Though I am very sorry about missing our weekend.”

“There’ll be other weekends next year,” Remus replies, regretting how he had been trying to make Sirius feel guilty about it before.

“Yeah,” Sirius replies. “But since I heard that Prongs blew his nose in Madam Puddifoot’s antique thousand-year-old embroidered napkin, and she turned his hair pink and chased him out of her café, I doubt Prongs will have a date again next weekend, or well, ever.”

“Oh, Prongsie,” Remus groans, pressing his face against his pillow. “So next time we’ll probably won’t have a second chance at a Hogsmeade weekend with just the two of us?”

“Well, I was thinking,” Sirius says, reaching out and taking Remus’ hand in his. “If we want a do-over and go with just the two of us, we could tell the others that next time, we are having a date?”

Remus’ heart almost beats out of his chest, and his stomach flutters in anticipation. “Just telling them, or...?”

“Or we could make it an actual date?” Sirius asks, sounding a bit breathless. “If you’d like?”

“Yes,” Remus replies, squeezing Sirius’ hand. “Yes, I’d like that very much!”

(I've always liked Sirius as a Healer (to-be), but I also love the idea of him being super good with animals! I think it rather fits. Being an Animagus, his friendships with Crookshanks and Buckbeak (and Hippogriffs are notoriously difficult), and getting tropical birds to deliver his letters)

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Matchup Request 🙏

Hello! Could I get a matchup for Tokyo Debunker and Obey Me (or Genshin Impact)?

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: heterosexual/demisexual

Zodiac/MBTI: Scorpio, INFJ

Appearance: Shoulder length, wavy brown hair that I dye deep red/purple) and bangs. Pale skin, blue eyes, 5′4″ and on the thicc side

Personality: I have gotten good at small talk/socializing but i can easily feel awkward at social events. I'm very introverted though and social things make me tired easily. I have ADHD and C-PTSD but have been working on it and doing good. i often start alot of projects but have a hard time finishing them. I also have a lot of skills due to my hyper focus on a particular interest that I then moved on from (sometimes I circle back to it- but a lot of times I end up just going down research rabbit hole and learn a lot about a subject with no skills added lol)

Likes and Dislikes: I like learning, and having ADHD (inattentive side) I crave the stimulus that comes from figuring stuff out (but can also get too frustrated if I can't figure it out fast enough) visual design/character design , the woods or anywhere away from people (I like my alone time)- or going to paces when they're empty (like sunrise or something) i love a good story ! So anything with a good story whether it's a book or a game I'm hooked I dislike sharks, tornados, loud thunder, and people that are obnoxious or close minded. I also dislike crowded places (anxiety) though most of the time I'm fine

Hobbies: Learning (literally anything) reading, watching anime, rock climbing , dog training

Extra: I also have idiopathic hypersomnia so I sleep longer than most (especially when sick/ extremely stressed)

I love animals and have a cat and a dog (a poodle whose my service dog)

I love stuffed animals and cute things, and love customizing my stuff so just about everything has a sticker or a keychain of some kind on it from a show I like or a video game or even something I found adorable on it

Thank you so much! Sorry it's long ! 🙏

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Tokyo Debunker, I match you with...

Luca definitely understands the mindset you get into when you hyper focus. I see him as someone who hyper focuses on things as well so hopefully between the two of you, you can help each other remember to take regular breaks.

He thinks it’s an admirable quality of yours that you like figuring things out. He wouldn’t force you into it, but he’d be incredibly grateful if you put that mentality to work helping him figure out his situation with his brother.

While I don’t see Luca as someone who’s been rock climbing before, if you invite him along, he’d love to try it out. I think he’s really like it too and would love it if going rock climbing became a regular date the two of you go on.

Luca’s a deeply caring person, especially towards those he cares about so he’ll do his best to comfort you when there’s thunder around. He knows there may not be much he can do, but he hopes his presence helps somewhat.

Definitely understands you needing solitude at times. He’s not super clingy or needy and is more than happy to give you as much space as you need. He might send you a message or two though, just to keep in touch and see how you’re doing.

In Obey me, I match you with...

I think you and Simeon would first click when you’re both at an event and have to engage in small talk. Despite many people disliking this, you both find it really enjoyable, and the conversation flows easily.

He understands your dislike of close-minded people. Part of the reason he’s in the Devildom for the exchange program is because he believes people should be able to look past trivial things like race and species.

The Devildom can get pretty crowded at times so Simeon’s glad he can do something to help when it all gets a bit much for you. He’ll wrap his arms around you and fly you up above the crowd for a while until you’re ready to go back down.

Definitely thinks it’s sweet that you like cute things. Whenever he’s out by himself and sees a plushie or a cute ornament, he’ll send you a picture asking if you want him to get it for you.

If you’re a fan of good stories, Simone’s the angel for you. He’s got so many ideas for books and is more than happy to tell them to you before he properly writes them down.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

You and Thoma are pretty similar in a lot of ways. Most predominantly, you both have a lot of skills and that puts you both in high demand, becoming the go-to couple in Inazuma.

Loves reading with you. He doesn’t get a lot of free time but when he does, he wants to spend it relaxing with you and there’s no better way to do that in his mind than opening a book and snuggling together.

Thoma thinks it’s adorable that you like stuffed animals. While he’ll happily buy them for you, he also loves making you plushies. Even though each one takes him a while, it’s worth it to see your face light up.

Since you get tired easily, Thoma’s always on the lookout for comfortable places to rest, even if you’re not with him. That way, no matter where you are, he can help you get somewhere comfortable for a break.

He’s amazingly helpful with your ADHD and C-PTSD. He might not be a doctor or psychologist but he’s warm and comfortable and more than happy to either lend an ear or just be in your presence. Whatever you need, he’s happy to provide.

[teacrying]

Headcanons for the feels✨

Fandoms(in order): BSD, Haikyuu, Genshin Impact

Characters: Nakajima Atsushi, Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu , Fukuzawa Yukichi, Iwaizumi Hajime, Kita Shinsuke, Hinata Shoyo, Arataki Itto, Kaedahara Kazuha, Cyno, Dainsleif

Contains: fluff

A/N: in my opinion these are pitiful lmao

BSD:

When you are feeling down Atsushi is no longer a cat, he becomes the best golden retriever boy you can find. I’m talking he will almost drop everything. He will constantly send you funny or cute videos, pictures, and messages. If he can he’d try to call you or even visit you when in break. When he finally comes home for the day you bet your ass he’d have some of your favorite snacks and meal along with a beautiful bouquet of flowers. They might not be your favorites but he did try and that is what makes you melt into a puddle. Cuddles you to sleep, partially for you and partially to make himself feel better.

Chuuya hates tears, or at least he hates crying in front of others and seeing you cry. He would rather step on a lake full of broken glass than have to see you cry. He goes through an array of emotions when he does see you cry, luckily his brain works fast and his face only shifts minimally so you don’t notice. He comforts you and wipes away the tears while asking what’s wrong hoping it wasn’t someone who had hurt you, and if it were that he could personally visit them when he’s already out working. While comforting you and getting the details, or lack of details sometimes, he gathers all the comfort items he has in his grasp. A nice glass of wine here, a cozy blanket there, topped off with an order from your favorite restaurant and your favorite movie playing on the tv. He will only relax once you are done crying and starting to perk up.

Yukichi understands people the most but that doesn’t mean he likes it. He is ok with feelings but he hates seeing his loved ones anything but happy or relaxed. I personally believe if he sees this in public his comfort will be more subtle because he doesn’t like initiating PDA but it’s an entirely different beast behind closed doors. Massages, a warm bath, your favorite meal that he prepared. Truly a king.

Dazai will do the most. Like, he’d test the waters with asking for a double suicide but the second it makes you upset he will be smothering you in kisses and hugs. He draws you goofy images and you I’ll send you cute little messages throughout the day. He will convince Atsushi and Kunikida to do the last remaining bits of work he has to leave early to get a few things for a pampering night ahead. He has the food, the flowers, the goofiness, and most of all the love. He manages to find some pictures from before he met you and told you the stories behind them.

Haikyuu:

Iwaizumi will pull you into his lap and just let you sit there cuddling into him with an arm around you while he does his own thing, usually work. He likes to have you in the room with him at the least but having you touching him soothes both of you the most. He will either cook a warm meal or get takeout for the both of you. He makes sure you do all the necessary things before bed to continue snuggles.

Kita would go out his way to pick some flowers himself to give them to you. He’d then make you something that his granny would make him when he’s down. He’d prefer if you were helping but would understand if you just wanted to be near him while making the food. He’d talk about his day and how the farm dog was extra helpful, he knew that would give him a little shift in your mood and maybe even your face shift into a small smile. He would 100% love bathing together. Seeing you physically relax makes him feel so much better that he can even start to describe.

Hinata is concerned and he shows it. He will do whatever in his power to get you to feel better. He will tell stories and even show you some funny pictures, usually of Kageyama looking constipated while he tries to smile. The ultimate golden retriever boyfriend. Would go out out of his way to just carry you because he can and will baby his baby. If he was out of the country or city he would be on the phone as much as possible along with sending pictures and even getting some of his teammates he knows you know to talk to you and send you silly pictures of Shoyo in practice, the more cursed the better!

Genshin Impact:

Itto will try everything from talk to you to tell you about his recent escapades to even lift random things, including you, to make you giggle! I feel like this man can only make one dish really well while others only taste decent and he will use this to his advantage. He will bring Granny Oni over too, she’s his secret weapon to help lift moods! Despite her being his secret weapon she also is doing it at his expense by telling baby Itto stories! He will pick flowers for you, doesn’t matter what type he will give you whatever one thinks would be enhanced by simply being near you.

Kazuha will play you songs or even sing. I think out of all these characters he’s most in tune with the emotions of those he holds dear. If you need him just to be near he knows before you say anything. If you want to talk he will start slowly by asking simple things like what you would like to eat and then ease into how you feel. Another King. Will let you play with his hair! Anything he can give you he will and does frequently. Loves to do crafts with you!!! His favorites are origami because sometimes you might need help and he loves to show you how.

Cyno might react one of two ways… he might go slightly rigid with annoyance if it were someone who made you feel this way but would get the detail fully before he goes out and settles it. BUT he might also just go rigid with awkwardness, he probably doesn’t have much interactions with many emotionally outside of work but he’s also a quick learner and talks to Tighnari for some help and find it’s easy to ease you once he’s confident in doing so. He likes holding your hand and rubbing gentle circles on it with his thumb while you talk about it. He’s a good listener and sometimes that’s the best but as I said he is a quick learner and will learn that sometimes talking isn’t what’s needed and it’s just his presence while you do your own things.

Dainsleif, my king. He is good at understanding and recognizing feelings, though he hates dealing with everyone but your feelings. He firmly believes honesty is the best policy even when it might not be the best to use right away. Helps get your thoughts in check and understands that his bluntness might not be the best but he slowly eases up on it. Likes to have you on his lap during the wind down of your day before bed. He is another person who would pick flowers but he knows flower language and tends to stay in the same zone with the flowers he picks. He is already getting takeout for the both of you when he picks the flowers. Before bed but after the in lap wind down he likes to pamper you by getting a bath ready for just you but he is willing to stay in the bathroom and either read to you or tell you stories.

[climbing-starrs]

🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like?

🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about?

🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand?

🎨 - What’s their favorite color?

🎶 - What’s a song they really like?

💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

💀 - How do they feel about horror movies?

🧸 - Do they have any stuffed animals? If so, are they decorative or do they sleep with them?

💖 - How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them?

🐾 - Do they have any pets?

🥰 - What pet names do their partner(s) use for them? How flustered do they get by them?

🌙 absolutely horrific DJFSKHJK,, especially seeing as there aren't many medical officers/doctors and such at IRIS they tend to have to take on a lot of shifts, which hella fucks with their sleep schedule, along with overall having a really bad sense of time and keeping track.

🤡although they're pretty logical and smart, they are dense as FUUUCKK. they have trouble reading tones and recognizing sarcasm, and have a really hard time with keeping track of their stuff so more often than not you'd probably find them running around the halls in search of their phone because they set it down At One Point and forgot

🤔the only thing i can think of rn is probably how some people view the ALTRs, especially in a negative light. sure, even they don't LIKE all of the atlrs, but they always try to have their best interest at hand when it comes to helping care for them and care for her coworkers as well.

🎨light yellow, sage green and maroon!

🎶like i said in the last one, anything by soad! BUT other bands i can see them liking is icp and mother mother! (though another specific song i can see them liking a lot is inferno pt. 2 by the buttress)

💤a weighted blanket, even if it's a bit too warm for it. they have a lot of issues with falling asleep in general, so it helps them a LOT

💀they both love and hate horror movies DFHJKSH,, they love to watch them (preferrably with someone else) and sometimes make fun of or make notes on (especially inaccuracies), though you'll probably find them that night sleeping with all the lights on

🧸they do! they have a couple squishmallows and old beanie-babies, and it's a 50/50 on which ones they use for decoration and which ones they sleep with. though, they specifically have a dog plushie given to them by someone really closed to them named 'pugsley'

💖(with the concept of ozone) orion tries to take any chance they can (when they have the energy) to impress/tease/fluster tae, but they are. not very charismatic, so nine times out of ten it's usually through sending them texts/pictures/etc. idk for tae specifically, but when/if she does it is EXTREMELY easy to get under orion's skin and fluster them

🐾they have a fluffy, small tortoiseshell cat named pumpkin/lil spice! they've had her for years, even as a little bottlefed baby

🥰i don't know any SPECIFIC ones but one they have a really soft spot for would be 'starboy' (given to them by a friend, so not really a pet name?), doc/doctor also tends to get under their skin (in a positive way) too. outside of those, petnames surprisingly aren't super effective on them in a casual setting!

[doodleoogles]

Damien...

I love car rides. I enjoy the wind blowing against my face as I bask in the scenery outside the half opened window in the backseat. Sometimes when we drive across the city, I enjoy watching people go about their everyday lives. Not this particular car ride though. There's my younger hooman holding me tight, making sure I stay secured in his lap. There's my woman hooman, the person who has been with me the longest. Something isn't right though. Her eyes are glassy, and her smile seemed to hide so many things racing in the back of her head. I don't like this car ride. I feel very uncomfortable. My head and my stomach hurt. I puked once and felt sorry my hooman had to catch it all in the only plastic bag she brought along. We arrived in a familiar place. I think I've been here once, or twice? I couldn't be sure. Age is catching up on me sooner that I thought. I sprawled across the floor as my woman hooman talked to the very kind lady on the counter. I couldn't quite understand what they are saying but something in what the lady said made my hooman swallow a big lump in her throat. They carried me on the table and poked stuff on my eyes, tongue and butt. It hurt a bit but I didn't move. I want my hooman to know I'm fine. They are talking again while they rub my fur. My fur has grown sticky from all the vomit I did earlier in the day. I don't think I'm allowed a bath, otherwise, both hoomans would've cleaned me immediately back home. A strong guy carried me away and placed me on a cage. I couldn't see my hoomans but they are still talking faintly in the background. They stuck a needle on one of my feet, it hurt a bit but I can somehow manage. I lay on the cage listening quietly on the sounds around me. I hear some dogs barking loudly. I hate young dogs, they bark on every single damn movement they see or hear. I only bark when necessary. Years of being a dog taught me that. A few minutes passed and both the woman and young hooman came and stroked my fur saying something I couldn't quite comprehend. I don't like seeing their sad eyes, I want to do something but there's this cage, and the pain in my back, stomach and God knows where else. I think I hurt everywhere. I want to stand but I couldn't. I couldn't comfort them. They smiled weakly and started moving toward the door. I think they are leaving me here. I trust my hoomans know better. I think they want me to be well. My eyes are failing me too, but I can see figures moving around, checking me out, poking me and sticking some more needles in. I'm still in pain but I think about that gentle stroke in my fur from my two hoomans and it makes me feel better. I trust they know what's best for me.

In the faint light of this small room, I think I saw some circles under my woman hooman's eyes. Something is tormenting her, God I hope it's not me. They always affirm I'm a good doggy, but I wonder what I am now. They dimmed the lights a bit. Another stroke in my fur and a gentle tap on my legs. These people in scrubs seemed nice. I eased myself in the cage and listen attentively to my surrounding. Footsteps approaching and fading. Cats meowing (I've come to like cats in my 13 years of living with a few), a bratty younger dog barking at the slightest sound. The light switch flicking on and off. Water pouring, cages being opened then closed. Ah what a busy place. I decided to doze off and rest. Tomorrow will be better. And maybe, just maybe, I get to enjoy a good ol' car ride one more time..

[suckitsurveys]

When was the last time you got more then eight hours of sleep? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA good one. That’s really funny, you should write for SNL.

Do you find that people don’t really understand you? Blah. Is there anyone in your life that you wish you were closer to? I wish my sister actually liked me.

Would you say you are a gullible person? Eh.

Are you one to swear often? I do tend to swear a lot, yeah.

Have you ever sat down and played video games all day? Not really.

What is one thing in your life that is no longer there, that you miss? Blah.

What do you believe is the best thing about being a kid? No major life-altering responsibilities.

What flavor Dum-Dum is your favorite? Root Beer.

What is the last book you read/are reading? Did you/are you enjoying it? --

Are you on a laptop or a desktop right now? A desktop at work.

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go; why? I really wanna go to a beach resort with all expenses paid.

Have you ever trusted someone you wish you wouldn’t have? Yeah.

Have you ever been on a picnic? Sure.

Which is better tea or coffee? I enjoy both.

Do you own an umbrella? Yeah.

Do you like the ocean? I love the ocean.

Is there anyone that you wish you were with right now? I wish my coworker was here to help me get through these emails. I say as I am doing surveys instead of working, hahahahaha.

Who was the last person you hung out with? My husband and his brother.

What animal cracker is your favorite? Uh, I didn’t a particular favorite.

Is there anything you’re currently holding back? Yeah. I need to tell my sister how I’m feeling but I also don’t fucking want to.

Do you like your smile? No.

Have you ever watched something on the TV that truly disturbed you? Yeah.

Are you scared of needles? No.

Is your current cell phone out of date? I suppose technically.

Have you ever drank milk when it was spoiled? Yeah.

Would you/have you ever bought a gym membership? I have one.

Have you ever bought anything on the TV? Nope.

Have you ever done something that you knew was wrong? Sure.

Do you know what all the keys on your keyboard do? Nope lol.

What is the last channel you were on, when watching TV? I haven’t watched a legit channel in AGES.

What is your favorite restaurant? Any place that has sushi.

What is the last thing you spent money on? Gas.

Do you know of anyone who hates you? Pretty sure my brother in law does and I don’t fucking give a shit because I hate him too, more than anything on the face of this god forsaken earth.

Lose your arm or your leg; Which do you choose? I’d like to keep my limbs, thanks.

Has an animal ever bit you? Yes. I’ve been bitten by a dog. Also my cats bite playfully too sometimes.

Have you ever tripped over your own feet? Yeah.

Do you ever take out the garbage? Yes.

Do wash your face thoroughly everyday? Yeah. Doesn’t seem to fucking do anything though.

Would you ever do a ride along with a cop? ACAB.

Are things, in your opinion, overly expensive these days? Uh huh.

Where was your last car ride to? Work.

Are your nails long? Yes.

Have you ever gotten food poisoning? I don’t believe so.

Have you ever had to put a dog to sleep? I wasn’t there when it happened but yeah.

What messenger services do you use? Just FB and text.

Have you ever lost someone important to you? Yes.

Are you listening to music currently? No.

[hotxcheeto]

Hii could you do poly vi and sevika headcannons please if you have time :))

━ 𝐕𝐈 / 𝐒𝐄𝐕 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x G/N!Reader, Sevika x G/N!Reader 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing?, Mentions of fighting,

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Gifs weren't working >:( but I always have time for them and for you <3 sorry this took so long lovely!

They, even after everything that's changed and Silco no long dividing them, still fight

Like cats and fucking dogs

You gotta break them up at least twice a day because they're just bickering back and forth at each other

But they have their moments, talking quietly back and forth while you lay across them both

Head in Vi's lap with your legs strung along Sevika, busy doing something while they actually share a common interest or topic to talk about

Those are the best moments

They're both so protective over you its insane

You're not allowed to walk home alone at night, they're very strict about that and you don't mind, Zaun is scary at night and don't get me started with the depths of the Underground

Vi loves to look at the stars with you, sitting on rooves after roof running even if you're terrible at it and she has to patch your knees up while you do it

Sevika prefers just being in each others presence, she's better at sitting still then Vi is as much as you love her

She'll have you sit in her lap when she plays poker

Drinking and laughing with her buddies with you sitting nicely on her lap is her favorite pass time besides laying in bed with you and Vi

Sevika rarely, almost never gets days off and when she does she loves laying in bed in the early mornings with you both

You're so used to just Vi being there and cuddling you that waking up with them both there literally makes you want to explode

They train together 100% and more than half the time argue after

You love them though even though sometimes they make you want to rip your ears off

They're both cocky little shits though

Especially when someone is flirting with you and they intervene, their smirks

They are very easily intimidating to other people I mean look at them they're scary to everyone but you

The duo is hot... big scary lady and slightly shorter fists of fury over here

Oh my God

Vi doesn't really come to the bars Sevika hangs out in, the people there are annoying in her mind, prefers walking along the shops in the streets with you

They love when you sit on their laps as I already mentioned with Sevika

Literally, just having you there makes them both feel better

Especially Vi, she likes to play with your fingers when she's antsy, and Sevika always notices

As much as her and Vi fight, she cares for Vi a ton even if it doesn't seem like it much

She doesn't like when you or Vi are upset or uncomfortable in any way even though you both can handle yourselves especially Vi

She's got a soft spot for the both of you

And Vice versa with Vi to Sevika, Vi cares... a lot

And sometimes Sevika does get jealous of Vi, Vi is so much better at showing affection in her opinion

Sometimes, just sometimes it makes her heart ache and you always notice because you can read the two like an open book

And you always make sure they both feel loved, because you love them both more than anything

Even if they have different ways of showing you the same

But they do have their issues, everyone does

Vi is very insecure especially about her scars as is Sevika, one on one time with you is very much needed from time to time and the two have a very clear, yet silent, understanding of this

You're this very peaceful presence to them, sometimes just sitting with you as you trace their scars, it's a healing thing, mentally

As much as Sevika and Vi argue and turn things into silent competitions, they know when it's time to be serious

Speaking of that, they fight amazingly well together

They also teach you 100% how to protect yourself, at least hold your own in a fight if needed

It's something they both also agreed to do

look at them making progress

You're their safe space and they see each other more as close 'friends' then anything

Work partners that share the same love for someone

Two bees liking the same flower

You get the idea

A/n: MY MOUSE PAD IS WORKING AGAINNN

[imaginesfordifferentfandoms]

I Have Found You

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Prompt - I have for the first time found what I can truly love. I have found you.

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You and Aaron had had a long week at work, each on separate cases but both equally as drained as the other. Your job saw you travelling to and from New York each day, working for one of the states best law firms, it was hard working your way up but you did it and now you were dealing with high profile cases day in and day out.

This case was particularly gruelling but it was finally finished and you had won. It was a small victory for the family but it was a victory nonetheless.

Aaron was working on his own case, he had been in Las Vegas for the past four days dealing with a serial killer who was targeting families. The unsub was organised, too organised, and more families were killed before they finally caught a break. From there it had been a matter of hours before they caught the man and the team was back on the jet.

Aaron finished up on the phone before dropping down into his seat beside Rossi who raised an eyebrow at him.

“Short of an emergency we all have Friday and Monday off, I don’t want to see any of you for four days.” Aaron announced to the jet, smiling as it was filled with cheers and laughter.

“So, big plans?” Rossi asked, smirking at Aaron who just rolled his eyes.

“I plan on doing absolutely nothing.” Aaron replied with a smile, already thinking of how great it would be to spend a long weekend with you and Jack, it had been far too long. He had already spoken to you and upon hearing the good news of your case asked if you could get two days off and thanked god that you could.

“I hear you, man.” Derek spoke up from opposite Rossi. “Four whole days of nothing but me and my girl.”

“What about you, kid?” Rossi asked, looking at Spencer who sat opposite Aaron.

“There’s a film festival I really wanted to go to actually, it's showing a bunch of different films in their original language.” Spencer told him and the grin on his face was enough to stop any teasing.

“Have a good time, pretty boy.” Derek smiled back, ruffling the younger man's hair causing him to pout.

Aaron couldn’t help but smile at the scene but as much as he loved this family, he couldn’t wait to get back home to you and Jack.

-

“How hard can cupcakes be, right?” You asked Jack, who stood on a chair in front of the counter. The two of you were staring at the ingredients that were spread out, not knowing where to start. When you suggested Jack make something for Aaron you were thinking more along the lines of a picture but when the kid suggested cupcakes well…you really wanted cupcakes.

“Right.” Jack agreed, grinning up at you.

Turns out it was harder to make cupcakes than either of you thought.

Aaron walked into the house, smiling immediately as he heard Jack giggling madly. He was quick to follow the noise but stopped abruptly as he stared into the kitchen.

“Daddy!” Jack yelled, quickly scrambling off the chair and throwing himself at Aaron who caught him and lifted him with ease despite the cupcake mixture that stuck to his clothes, face and hair.

“Hey buddy,” He grinned, turning his attention to you. There you stood, cupcake mix splatter on your face, in your hair and on your shirt. You looked dejected as you held an electric mixer, clearly the culprit of the cupcake explosion. “It looks like you and Y/N are having fun.” He said with a laugh, watching how you pouted up at him.

“We were gonna make cupcakes for you, daddy, but Y/N put it on too high.” Jack informed Aaron, giggling madly as he did.

“I didn’t know!” You defended, there was a reason you weren’t trusted in the kitchen.

Aaron’s smile grew and he couldn’t wait any longer to move closer to you, the hand that didn’t hold Jack caressed your cheek and he brought you in for a soft kiss. It didn’t last long, how could it with Jack laughing and making kissing noises, but the two of you pulled away with matching, love struck smiles before you and Jack began laughing together at the cupcake batter that was now perched on Aaron’s nose.

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight back the smile.

“Alright, alright,” he said, gaining both of your attention, “how about you two get cleaned up and we can all go out for dinner and then get some cupcakes, hm? That sound good?” He asked Jack who nodded with a grin and squirmed for Aaron to put him down. Once he did, Jack shot off to his bedroom and Aaron turned his attention to you.

“You can’t of thought that was a good idea.” He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning in to steal another kiss.

“The kid said cupcakes, who was I to say no?” You responded when he pulled away, giggling as he trailed kisses to your jaw and then peppered them down your neck.

Your eyes closed as you tilted your head back, giving the man more access and you couldn’t help but whine as he pulled away. The whine quickly turned into a laugh as he leaned closer and licked a blob of batter that had stuck to your neck.

“Go clean up, baby.” He said before kissing your head and untangling himself from you.

You and Jack were quick to clean yourselves up and soon you were all out the door and heading to a restaurant that you often frequented when you had Jack.

-

It felt like forever since you had been out with the Hotchner boys and you enjoyed every minute of it, no annoying work calls pulling one of you away, no looming threat of Aaron being called to a different state. No, just you, Aaron and Jack going out together, eating good food, catching up with each other properly.

It was wonderful.

“Cupcakes now daddy?” Jack asked as the waitress cleared the plates.

“Yeah, cupcakes now daddy?” You echoed with a smirk watching as Aaron playfully glared at you.

“Sure thing buddy,” He said to Jack, causing you to let out a quiet laugh. “Pick which one you want.”

Aaron couldn’t tell you who smiled wider when dessert was brought out, you or Jack. Both of you tucked in with the same hunger and he just smiled at the scene.

When you and Aaron had first met, it was to do with a case he was working on. He never expected it to blossom into this. The friendship was unexpected but not unwelcome and then before either of you had realised it you had developed feelings for one another.

You were quite a bit younger than him and he was hesitant to bring the feelings up, not understanding what you could possibly see in an older, divorced, single father.

That was the other issue, sure you knew about Jack but there was a difference between knowing about him and wanting to be a part of his life and as much as Aaron had liked you he knew he couldn’t bring somebody into his life who couldn’t accept Jack.

So the pining went on for months as Aaron made the decision for you that you didn’t want to be burdened with a child that wasn’t yours. And when you finally pulled Aaron’s head out of his arse and made him talk about the feelings between you, you could have slapped him silly.

Sure kids weren’t exactly your forte but you’d at least have liked the chance to decide that. From there Aaron had introduced you to Jack after the two of you went on a few dates. The two of you decided the best place would be out in public, a little less daunting and that’s how you ended up at the zoo.

Jack had warmed up to you rather quickly and you surprised yourself with how good you were with him. Eventually it was Jack asking if you could have a sleepover at their house rather than Aaron trying to explain that you might be there in the morning sometimes.

Aaron was so glad you had talked him out of his own head way back when, and as he watched you with Jack, he knew, not that there was any doubt, that he’d made the right choice.

-

“Can we watch a movie?” Jack asked as the three of you entered the house.

“Buddy, it’s nearly bedtime.” Aaron reminded him as he took your coat from you before taking his own off.

“Please daddy,” Jack pleaded, turning on the puppy dog eyes, “I’ll brush my teeth and put my pyjamas on.”

He looked at you but you were looking down at Jack with a soft smile and he couldn’t say no if he wanted to.

“Deal, teeth and pyjamas, we’ll meet back here in five.” Aaron said and grinned as Jack took off running.

“C’mere baby,” He mumbled as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping you up in his arms. “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too.” You confessed into his chest before titling your head up. Aaron was quick to turn his head, leaning down and capturing your lips in a soft, slow kiss. When he pulled away he didn’t go far, resting his head on your forehead.

“Can’t wait to have you all to myself these next few days.” He told you quietly, fingers brushing against your waist.

“Me neither, it’s going to be heaven.” You replied, matching both his tone and the smile on his face.

“Daddy,” Jack’s voice pulled you away from each other and you turned to see the kid grinning up at Aaron showing his freshly brushed teeth and proudly wearing his Captain America pyjamas. “You and Y/N/N need your pyjamas too.”

“Of course we do!” You exclaimed, taking Aaron’s hand in yours and pulling him towards the bedroom with instructions for Jack to put a movie on.

“Really can’t wait to have you all to myself.” Aaron said again as he watched you pull your shirt over your head.

“Down boy.” You laughed, throwing the shirt at him.

Watching you undress made Aaron long to touch you but seeing you dressed in his clothes, sweatpants that were way too big for you and a college shirt that drooped off your shoulders was somehow infinitely sweeter.

“I love you.” He told you, pulling you close to place a kiss on your exposed shoulder.

“I love you too.” You smiled before turning around and kissing him. “Get changed.” You ordered.

“Yes ma’am.” Aaron laughed but did as you said.

Aaron couldn’t help but smile as he held his family in his arms. Jack was half in your lap and half in Aarons and you were sat flushed against him, head resting on his shoulder and your hand holding Jack’s leg.

The movie was still playing but Jack was fast asleep against his chest and you were pretty close to following. Despite that though, Aaron couldn’t bring himself to move and send you both to bed. Instead he tightened his grip on both of you, smiling as you cuddled further into him.

This, this was all he needed, you and Jack by his side. His little family, both of whom had been through so much. All he wanted to do was protect both of you and he would, god would he do anything to protect the pair of you.

You were one of the best things that had happened to him, he had known it since the day he had met you and he had known it two weeks ago when the team finished a case in California and he walked into the jewellers to buy the ring and he knew it now, looking down at you holding onto him and Jack.

He knew you were the best thing to happen to him in a really long time and he would forever be thankful that he had found you.

[highdramas]

your lips, my lips | b.b.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: language, possible tfatws spoilers

word count: 2404

summary: is there a more divine thought than being kissed by bucky barnes?

note: here's another installment in the twalb story <3 again, you don't have to read these in order, they stand independently, but they do all work together! PLEASE leave feedback/reblog! this is extremely helpful for me writing future parts to know what everyone likes or doesn't like!

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how do you know when james bucky barnes is going to kiss you?

you’ve learned that you’re not good at figuring out when, how, or if he is going to kiss you. there have been countless moments outside your door, inside your apartment, inside his apartment, down the street at the pizza place, where you thought… this is going to be it. he’s going to hold your face in his hands and you’re going to feel the cold sting of metal that has somehow become so warm to you. he’s going to pull you in closer to him and your eyes are going to roll back into your head and you’re going to experience the bliss that is kissing james bucky barnes.

the time has never come.

because every time you tip your head back slightly and think this is the moment, it has simply never been the moment. sometimes, bucky clears his throat and gives his head a little shake, as if ridding himself of the thought that you both just shared. the thought that you could kiss right now and never look back and hope for the best. but you know bucky, you really know him, and you know that though he may not admit it often, he is fearful. and if he’s anything like you, he’s afraid of ruining this good thing that sits between the two of you, like a glowing ball of energy and goodness and understanding.

despite your fears of never wanting this feeling to subside or fade or crash and burn in some fiery death, that doesn’t mean that every moment you’re around bucky, you’re not thinking of him kissing you. because you are. and it’s driving you slightly insane.

right now, you sit with bucky in central park. you have learned many things about him, but one of the more recent things is that he has never been on a picnic. you had gaped at him then, and you think you said something along the lines of-- “you were wooing women in the 40s and never took one on a fucking picnic?”

that’s another thing about you and bucky.

you may fear a lot, but you do not fear him.

there has never been a moment where you have pushed bucky to tell you more than he was comfortable with. at the start, once he knew that you were already well aware of who he was and some pieces of his history-- it felt like you both started with a mutual understanding. an understanding that says, i know, and it won’t make me run.

but he has told you what he wants to, in bits and pieces. the first time, it was about yori. it was about the look in yori’s eyes when he talked about his son to bucky, it was about how bucky doesn’t know how he can make amends here, how he can say or do anything to possibly help a man who has lost his son at the hands of a man who he has come to call friend.

you have watched as guilt and anger have made a mess of this beautiful man.

and what did you do in return?

sometimes, you didn’t speak. you didn’t think that was what bucky was looking for. you were simply there, with a listening ear and a careful touch.

other times, you did. other times, you couldn’t help yourself.

it was hard to sit and watch and listen to bucky torture himself over and over and over-- you would burst, you would take his metal hand in between yours and you would squeeze and you would say-- “you are not the things that they forced upon you.”

and bucky halted at that. bucky halted and he stared at you, eyes that were moments ago frantic and full of fright, trying to blink some of those feelings away. he would blink and he would try to slow his breathing and he would finally say to you, “how can you know what i’ve done and not walk away?”

“bucky, ever since i’ve known you, the only direction i’ve wanted to walk is towards you.”

he tells you the hard things.

but he also tells you the good things. the things before hydra.

like the dates he went on, the way his life looked in the forties.

so, naturally, when you found out about the lack of picnics in the life of the winter soldier-- you had taken it upon yourself to decide that a picnic was exactly what you two needed.

it was four months ago that bucky asked if you needed help building your cat tower. later, you would call him a creep for spying on you, but you would say it with a smile on your face and a light nudge to his ribs. and in four months it has been hard to stay away from him. that is, when he wasn’t away himself-- you know of his work with the falcon, and really, you think it’s a good thing. you met sam briefly a week ago, after they returned from god knows where, and sam had been nothing but a gentleman. out of the corner of your eye, you even think that you might’ve seen sam nudging bucky and murmuring something that you couldn’t quite make out.

so when he is here, you try and savor every moment, every laugh, every brush of his fingers against yours and every sweet look you two share.

and you hope that maybe one of these times, he will kiss you.

“damn-- this is good.”

the corner of your mouth turns up as you watch bucky sip on the sickly sweet wine you brought. there is a wide assortment of food before you-- strawberries and brie, crackers and cheese, plump purple grapes and chocolate that makes your mouth water. you had made sure to go all out for bucky’s first picnic.

“i didn’t know if you would like it,” you say, taking a sip from your own. “it’s like juice. so sweet.”

bucky furrows his brows. “you know i have a sweet tooth,” he mumbles and it makes your heart sigh because, yes, you do know this. you know him.

for a moment, you turn your focus on the scene in front of you. there are kids running around the park playing, couples laying in the grass, a dog owner throwing a frisbee to a black lab. everyone with their own little lives, their own quiet eternities that you will never know of. when you look at bucky, you wonder what these strangers wonder about you.

you stare and you are not embarrassed to do so, not even when bucky meets your gaze with a firm smirk. “can i help you?”

“no,” you shake your head defiantly. “just looking. is that allowed?”

“i guess,” he says and leans back on the palm of his gloved hand. “don’t know i’m much to look at.”

a snort leaves you. his brows furrow. “are you serious?” you finally ask.

“yes, i’m serious.”

“bucky, i don’t know how else to tell you this, but you are certainly not hard on the eyes.”

you watch as his face goes red and you have to halt yourself. “oh my god,” you say. “you’re blushing.”

“i am not. that’s ridiculous.”

“yes, you totally are! you’re blushing because i said you’re easy on the eyes!”

“it’s a natural bodily response.”

“sure, buck.”

there’s a beat of silence and you chuckle, if only to fill the air and to avert your eyes from his gaze. he’s staring at you with a slightly slacked jaw and a gleam in his eyes that you don’t think you’ve seen before-- and it feels like a bucket of ice water has been dumped atop your head. “you’ve never called me that before,” he says quietly.

“oh, yeah, well--” you chuckle again and you shrug. “i don’t have to--”

bucky shakes his head instantly. “no. i don’t mind.”

you smile at him and you look down at your empty cup and back up to him. “we should start heading back.”

the two of you make quick work of gathering together your picnic. you laugh as bucky takes a swig from the bottle and you swat at him, saying public intoxication is very illegal, to which he rolls his eyes. you take the last sip of the bottle and then you’re on your way back to your apartment building.

the earth is on the cusp of spring-- where the nights are finally starting to get long and the air smells crisp, smells like pollen and change. you lean against bucky as you walk and you let out a sigh. “i love spring,” you murmur to him. “the world always feels so new.”

bucky looks over at you and he nods his head. “it’s nice,” he says in quiet agreement.

that’s one thing that you like about bucky-- he doesn’t fill silence unnecessarily. you do. you’ve been trying to break the habit in the months you’ve known him, much to his amusement. he has called you out plenty of times. “i can tell you’re itching to talk. i don’t mind. i like listening to you.”

he’s carrying the majority of your things and you offer to take something off his hands at least three times in five blocks, and every time he screws his face up as he looks at you, as if to say-- funny.

he’s good at saying things without really saying anything at all. you don’t like to think too hard about how he picked up that skill.

bucky helps you into your apartment with your things, and he goes a step further and he helps you put away leftovers and wash the dirty dishes you two had created. “i know if i don’t help you now, they’ll be in your sink until i come over again.”

so you stand side by side, he washes and you dry and put away. you play the bee gees and you’re surprised by how much bucky enjoys it. you’ve been traveling through decades of music with bucky, and now, you’re on seventies. bee gees, fleetwood mac, blondie, abba-- you’ve curated a perfect playlist for him. when you come home from work and hear him listening to it through the thin walls of this old apartment building, you try to ignore the way that your heart swells.

and just as fast as you got swept up in your day with james buchanan barnes, it is coming to an end. you walk him to your doorstep and you lean your head against the doorframe as he stands in it, lingering still, staring at you. “can i help you?” you mimic him from earlier.

bucky laughs.

you love that laugh. you want to earn it again and again and again.

“just looking,” he says in a voice that you have a suspicion is an impression of yours. your jaw drops, and he laughs again, and you don’t know if your heart could swell anymore.

your laughter mingles with his, like a waltz floating through the air until it dissipates above your heads. all that’s left is you and him and the dim light of the hallway and the god awful carpet. “well…” he motions behind him. “i should…”

“yeah.” you bite down on your lip and push back off the doorframe. “night, buck.”

“night, doll.”

your breath hitches and you put on your best smile and you watch as he begins to step down the hall, and finally, you click your door shut.

it’s like pure energy courses through your body. you place your hands on your hips and you pace, looking down at kitty who has emerged from your bedroom. she meows up at you, and you sigh. “oh, honey,” you murmur as you bend down to scoop her into your arms. “why won’t he kiss me?”

you stand there for a few moments before you begin to grow frustrated with yourself. why do you have to wait for him to kiss you? you know that the lines have been blurred long ago, that there is simply no way that he can look at you like that and not want to kiss you too. setting kitty down, you wipe your hands on your jeans and you decide that you are going to be bold, you are going to be brave. and if it blows up in your face… well, you’ve always been somewhat impulsive. you’ve found your way through things blowing up in your face countless times.

you swing your door open and bucky is already there.

with all of your momentum, you almost collide into him. he catches you by the elbows and looks at you, pupils slightly blown, concern on his pretty face. “were you going somewhere?”

“no!” you stammer out immediately. “no… no. i was--” you sigh and you lick your lips and you finally fix your eyes on him. “i kind of-- i kind of thought that you were going to kiss me, back there. and i was disappointed that you didn’t because… well, i don’t think i’m reading into things, but i really think that we might be on the same page about--”

bucky will never know how you were going to finish that sentence, and frankly, with all the frantic nonsense you were spewing, you don’t know if you even knew to begin with-- because he takes your face in his hands and his lips brush yours.

he’s rid the gloves. that’s the first thing you notice, that delicious cold of smooth metal again your cheek. the next is that his lips are so soft. the third is that you could kiss him forever and you think you could never grow tired of it. he is gentle yet demanding, passionate but so incredibly tender that it breaks your heart. it breaks your heart over and over again thinking about the way he thinks about himself, the things that were forced upon him.

you part. a string of spit connects your lips and it makes you laugh and it makes your cheeks grow warm. bucky reaches out with the hand made of metal and wipes your bottom lip and it makes your heart thump, thump, thump in your chest.

“we’re definitely on the same page,” is all he says before he takes your face once more. this time, you shuffle backwards and into your apartment, the door clicking shut. "there's just a dance to these things, doll."

[myckicade]

Prompt: Ok so we all know Coco is touch starved, and would be clingy af in a relationship. What about Coco x wife!reader, while she’s trying to do basic errands/chores and Coco is her shadow?

A/N: I’ve been waiting for this one. I really have. Hee hee. I just adore Coco. <3 . This piece sort of follows the story of the last two Coco x Reader pieces I have written, but it will stand-alone, just fine. And, I swear, these things just have a mind of their own. I can continue to apologize for length, and content, but, in the end... I let the story tell itself. ;) . <3 .

As a warning, I come from Vermont, where we have a plastic bag ban. Last I knew, California was the first state to have one. I don’t know how that would translate to Santo Padre, but… When I mention fabric bags, I mean reusables, and the ban is why. ^^;;;;.

Title: Worthwhile

Teaser: He’s a little rough, your Coco, foul-mouthed, and quick to anger. Untrusting, and bitchier than a woman, on his best day. But, once you have his love, you have it. All of it.

“Okay…” you murmur, slowly, eyes scanning over the paper in front of you. Fifteen items, nothing crazy. Shouldn’t take you more than an hour, tops, and that includes travel to and from the store. “I think I’ve got everything we need… And, specials included your beer, and those little frozen cream puffs.”

Beside you, Coco groans, deep and guttural. “Fuck, I love those things.”

You giggle, but keep reading. Your man is too damn cute. “Feminine products.”

“Do those count as special?” Coco genuinely sounds thoughtful, as he steps up behind you, where you are leaning over the counter top. He wraps his arms around your waist, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “Kinda’ a necessity, ain’t they?”

Tipping your head, you glance to your husband. Seriously. This man is a treasure. “Why don’t you run for political office?” you tease, pleased when Coco chuckles.

“Yeah, my record’ll look great, on the campaign trail.”

You shrug. “You can tackle pink tax, and tax evasion, at the same time.”

Coco grins, and steals a peck off your lips. “What else you got on there, muñeca?”

“Hmmm, let’s see…” You turn back to your list, tapping the pen against your lips, thoughtfully. Spying the next item on it, you try not to let out another giggle. He’s not going to like this one. “Letty asked if we could have that cauliflower pizza thing for dinner, tonight.”

As expected, this groan is decidedly not from food lust. “Fuckin’ vegetarians. When the hell is she gonna’ get over this shit?”

“It’s just a phase, Coco,” you remind him, for the… Well, honestly, you’ve lost track. It started shortly after the wedding, Letty’s change in diet, and you’re still not convinced the two aren’t related. You’re just not entirely sure how. But, two months in, and she’s still looking healthy, so you won’t send up any alarms. “It’s very popular at her high school, right now.”

Coco scoffs, disgusted. “When the hell’d she start copyin’ other people, anyway? My girl ain’t no follower.”

The words send a shot straight to your heart. He’s a little rough, your Coco, foul-mouthed, and quick to anger. Untrusting, and bitchier than a woman, on his best day. But, once you have his love, you have it. All of it. The love he has for Leticia is the greatest proof. They may carry on like cats and dogs, but when push comes to shove, there is nothing they won’t do for one another. My girl. It brings a warmth to your soul, and a smile to your lips.

You shake it off, enough to formulate a response. “She’s figuring out how to be her own woman. Trying new things.” You shrug, not wanting to make a big deal of it. You were Letty’s age, once, of course. And, a girl, to boot. Some things, Coco just won’t be able to understand. “It’s a process.” He hums, still disgruntled, but doesn’t push out another word. “You want anything else?” you ask, holding up your list. “I’ve gotta’ get going, before I run into the football widows.”

Before you can even take a step away, Coco tightens his arms around you. “You sure you gotta’ go, though?” he asks, leaning in to brush his lips against your neck. “With the house all to ourselves, like this?”

“If I don’t go,” you start, as Coco’s touches gain intent, becoming teasing kisses. Damn him. It feels nice, you won’t lie, but there are other things on your mind, right now. Priorities.

You’re just… having trouble remembering what they are.

Oh. Yeah. Shopping.

“If I don’t go, we won’t have anything for dinner.”

Another kiss, accompanied by a barely-there swipe of tongue. You shiver, and Coco moves his lips to your ear. “We can order in,” he whispers, breath so invitingly warm against your skin.

Oh, this asshole.

“And, what are we supposed to have for breakfast, tomorrow?” you try, again. “Half an Eggo, and a pack of Skittles?”

Coco cuddles you closer, again. “Ain’t you never heard about livin’ on love, baby?” Some of his smoothest work, that is. And, it’s almost convincing. Almost. You can imagine the afternoon ahead, if you give in. Your clothes will come off, and won’t be back on until the last second, before Letty walks back through the front door. By that time, you’ll be too tired to roll your ass off the bed, let alone go grocery shopping. And, you promised Letty you’d talk Coco into that cauliflower pizza.

“Great as that sounds,” you agree, preparing to capitalize on the truth. You ease yourself away from Coco’s stubborn hold, and give him one more smooch, just to soften the blow to come. “I don’t think Letty will appreciate the sentiment.”

A third groan. You must be going for a record. “C’mon, (y/n).” Oh, he’s whining. It’s so cute, it’s unreal. “We’ll find some place that delivers that rabbit food shit.”

Unfortunately for Coco, you’re already grabbing your bag. Lucky for you. You’re still two seconds from giving him what he wants. (He just doesn’t need to know so). “I’ll be back in a while.” God willing. “If you think of anything else, call my cell.” You rush out the front door, and don’t look back. If you see the look on your husband’s face, you know you’re as good as done.

*

Well, what the shit? Coco stares at the front door as it closes, you on the wrong fucking side of it. His arms are at his sides, palms turned toward the ceiling. That went so well. He kind of can’t believe you just walked away, like that. Left him alone, and wanting. In your big, empty house.

He probably should have volunteered to tag along, instead of just chasing you off.

Fuck.

Glancing around, Coco tries to find something to do. Something to clean, at the very least. But, that’s the trouble with having moved in with you, after the wedding, he supposes. Ain’t nothing to tidy up. Not that the three of you don’t have possessions. They’re all just in their proper places. Probably Leticia’s doing, in the end. He’d had a long talk with her, before the move, that she absolutely has to keep her shit where it belongs. Your house isn’t like their house. There aren’t burn marks in the carpet, or gouges in the coffee table. Dishes go in the damned dishwasher, not left to pile up on the counter, or in the sink. Beds get made. Laundry gets folded, and put away. No more wrinkled heaps in the clothes basket. So far, the kid’s been doing good. Real good.

Coco, though? He’s never felt so unnerved in his life.

It was different when he just visited. Spent a night or two, here or there. He’d almost felt at home, then, stupid as it sounds. At home, with the knowledge he wasn’t staying. But, now? Now, the reality has settled in, and he feels so-so… out of place. There’s so much he’s struggling to adjust to.

You have a purified water system installed under the sink, where Coco is used to buying bottled water.

You have a dining room, where Coco and Letty are used to eating on the couch.

You have an extended cable package, whatever the fuck that is.

You kind of have it all, here, certainly by comparison to what Coco is used to. The best of everything. Which really makes him wonder – not for the first time – what the hell you’re doing with a dirt-poor biker for a husband? You’ve had this conversation, on multiple occasions, and you’ve explained yourself, every time. But, this time… This time, you’re not around to give that speech. You’re not around to hold him, and kiss his face, and reassure him in a way that only you can. No, you’re at the grocery store, shopping for Coco, and his kid, which was apparently a better offer than staying home with him.

Oh, nope. Nope, he’s doing it, again. He can feel it. You love him, he reminds himself. You’ve got his ring on your finger, his last name, and – God-willing – his baby in your belly. By choice. All by choice.

Coco takes a deep breath, in. Lets it back out, slowly. Tries not to get sick, for all the nerves coming up to greet him. He wraps one arm around his own torso, free hand moving up to cover his mouth.

Fuck, he hopes you get back, soon.

*

You let out a deep sigh, as you park your car in the garage. Oh, it is so good to be home, at long-last. Talk about Old Home Week. You’d run into everyone, and his brother, at the grocery store. Shopping had taken nearly twice as long as you’d meant for it to, and you just know Coco must be losing his mind, by now. You hate to think about it, in such terms, but, sometimes… Well, sometimes, Coco reminds you of a new puppy. You can’t really leave him alone, without some kind of separation anxiety creeping up on him.

Ah, well. At least he isn’t ripping down the drapes, and shredding the couch cushions.

You blink. Well. That you know of.

Shaking your head, you climb out of the car, mentally preparing to unload armloads of bags. Maybe, if you really, really try, today will be the day you can finally get all twenty bags in, in one trip.

Right. And, shortly thereafter, you can have both forearms set, and casted. Be a real turn-on, in the bedroom.

You’ve managed to grab half a dozen bags, when the door to the mud room opens. “Hey, don’t grab too many!” Letty warns, as she comes hopping down the steps. “Let us help!”

Glancing up, you smile. For having had such a rough start, Letty can be a sweet girl. You know she gets that from her father. “Well, thank you,” you reply, resting a few, fabric handles onto her outstretched hands.

Letty grins, lowering her hands to her sides, before leaning in. “Did you talk him into it?” she whispers, conspiratorially.

You snicker, and whisper back, “He isn’t getting a choice. He’s outnumbered.”

“Yes!” Her hiss of victory is hardly subtle, catching Coco’s attention as he pokes his head out the door.

“You two plottin’ against me, again?”

“Yes,” you and Letty reply, in unison, leading you to erupt into a fit of giggles.

Coco is all grins. “’Course, you are.” He strides closer, he and Letty dancing around one another as she moves into the house. You lean into the car, and retrieve a few more bags. If Coco’s out here, he might as well assist. He’s peering into the car, once you stand back up, and lets out a low whistle. “Damn, (y/n)! You buy out the whole store, or what?”

“Hardly,” you reply, dryly. You hold up your hands, offering Coco the bags. “Here you go.”

“Oh, don’t mind if I do.” Thankfully, your hold on the bags is solid. Instead of grabbing the groceries, Coco’s hands are suddenly groping all over you. One hand is settled firmly at your ass, the other sliding into your hair, at the back of your head. He wastes no time diving in for a slow, deep kiss, and, damn, does his timing suck. He could have at least let you put the bags down, first. The contact makes you tingle, and has you regretting your decision not to stay home. Coco pulls back, after a few seconds, and hums. “Mm. Best delivery ever.”

You can’t help the small snort of amused laughter that leaves your throat. “Good try, Coco,” you praise, easing back far enough to offer him the bags, again. The look of disappointment on his face is just pitiful. “I’m not banging you in the garage.”

He has the grace to mock gasp. “I’d never!” It’s a crock, and you both know it. He looks too amused to be repentant, and you look too aware to be angry. You just raise your hands, slightly, in a third offer. Coco sighs. “All right. All right.” He takes the bags from your hands.

“Thank you.” You grab another load for yourself, rounding the open car door to follow Coco’s lead, into the house. One more trip for each of you, and you should have it covered. So much for only buying fifteen items.

Coco might be right about buying out the store.

*

Watching from the dining room, Coco has a good view of you and Letty unpacking the last of the groceries. Damn kid, she’d thrown him out, about ten minutes prior.

“Less groping, more helping, Coco,” Letty had warned him, after he’d tried to pin you against the sink.

It had been his last warning. Now, he’s been banished. Not the worst thing in the world, not really. Over the last few weeks, he’s really learned that there are some tasks he’s not so fond of. Pruning roses… Yeah, he’s pretty sure you’ll never let him do that, again. And, hey, nobody told him what to fill the bird feeder with. Unpacking groceries goes on that list, somewhere between line-drying laundry, and a streak-free mirror. He’s not sure why. Goodness knows, it makes him feel like a kid at Christmas, most times. Since being with you, though…

Since being with you, he feels like he’s taking advantage of something.

Yes, groceries are a strange place to let that feeling land, but he can’t help it. Coco’s been responsible for feeding himself since before he cares to remember. The only time anyone provided his meals was during deployment, and half that shit barely passed for edible. You, though… You keep the house stocked with more food than he’s seen anywhere, outside of a corner market. Letty always has options to take to school, and there’s a nutritious dinner on the table, almost every night. (Some nights, he actually does win the battle for delivery). If Coco goes on a run, you send him along with snacks for the road. And, yeah, he kinda’ likes that. He also likes the energy bars you picked out for him, last week. Something with cherries, and dark chocolate. He wonders, for a second, if you picked up any more. Come in handy during his mid-week trip outta’ town.

Coco blinks. Then, he does it again, just for good measure. That’s it. That’s what’s so fucking weird about this whole thing.

It’s you.

Okay, no, it’s not you, you. But, it’s you. It’s you, taking care of him. It’s you, seeing to his needs. Letty’s needs. It’s you, being his wife, his partner. It’s you, slotting into the place of role-model for his teenaged daughter. Welcoming them into your home. Not treating it like it’s your home. It’s you, being so fucking perfect for him, it’s taken his mind all this time to catch up with reality.

Coco doesn’t get perfect. Perfect doesn’t want him.

Except, now, it does.

Before he knows what he’s doing, Coco strides into the kitchen. He doesn’t wait for you to put the box of pasta in the cupboard. He just takes it from your hand, ignoring your confused look, as he tosses it onto the counter.

“Coco!” Letty admonishes, but it’s no use. He’s already lifting you off the floor, arms around your perfect backside. The kid gives a long-suffering sigh, he hears it, but pays it no mind.

Nothing – nothing – is going to keep him from holding you in his arms.

Your own arms go around Coco’s neck, and you smile down at him, surprise still lingering in your eyes. “Uhm… Hi, there.”

Coco grins. “Hey, muñeca.” Leaning up, he pecks you on the lips.

“Can I help you with something?�� you ask, to which Coco shakes his head. Closes his eyes, as your fingers play in his hair.

“Nah. Got all I need.”

*

Pulling a package of mixed vegetables from the half-unpacked shopping bag, Letty rolls her eyes. You two… God, you’re gross. Coco always has his hands on you, no matter what you’re trying to do. It’s a wonder you don’t carry a damned fly swatter around. Actually, it’s a wonder you ever accomplish anything. He’s always smooching, and smiling, and snuggling at you. It’s disgusting. It’s pathetic.

It’s so damned cute, it’s sickening.

Really, Letty’s enjoying seeing Coco so happy. Like, genuinely happy. Not the false pride he carries around with his kutte. He’s more relaxed, nowadays. He drinks less, and he spends more time at home, both of which mean he’s not hanging around with those skanks at the clubhouse. He eats more, he’s healthier… Nothing to complain about, there.

And, hey, she has no complaints about you, either. You’re pretty cool, all-around. A woman who takes care of herself, and her family, and doesn’t bitch about either one. You’re not using Coco for money, or status, none of the shit she’s always been worried her father would fall into. There aren’t arguments, every night, not even between herself and Coco, as of late. No hostilities, nothing to avoid the house over. Just good dinners, and movies, and a new fish tank in her room. (Okay, so, you’d earned some major points with that birthday gift. She hadn’t actually expected to get one, when she’d mentioned it). For the first time, she understands what a peaceful, happy family feels like. It feels nice. It feels like home.

Glancing back to where Coco now has you perched on the counter top, stealing the most syrupy-sweet smooches… Letty can’t help but smile. Home is A-okay by her.

*

The sound of the air conditioner humming in the bedroom usually lulls you right to sleep. Tonight, it’s just providing you with white noise, a low background track to your thoughts. You don’t mind, not really. It gives you a few minutes to reflect on the day that’s just ended. To plan your day, tomorrow. To weave your fingers through Coco’s hair, and listen to him breathe. That, alone, makes it worthwhile.

Coco has been asleep against your shoulder for nearly an hour, now. Your arms are wrapped around him, comfortably, his own around your waist. You’d urged him up to bed, after he’d fallen asleep on the couch, his head in your lap. He’d snoozed from the middle of the movie, to the end of the nightly news report. Letty had tsked, and complained that no one had any business, whatsoever, in falling asleep during Zombieland. (How he’d stayed asleep was still a wonder to you, both, for how hard you’d been laughing at Tallahassee). With your fingers in his hair, Coco had been blissfully unaware for a couple of hours.

Glancing down, you take in the sight of your husband’s sleeping face. He looks so damn peaceful, the kind you’d outright murder to preserve for him. Coco’s still struggling with sleep, and relaxation, even though you’d hoped it would ease up, once your nuptials had passed. Most of it, you know will never go away. Anxiety doesn’t have a magic wand, or some perfect little on/off switch. And, all things considered, today wasn’t a terrible day. You’d been able to leave the house, with minimal panic on Coco’s part. Granted, it had taken extra time to get the groceries put away, and dinner made, but… You understand, as much as you are able to, that Coco needs the reassurances. It doesn’t cost you anything to carve a few moments from the day, every here and there, to give him what he needs.

Okay, so it did cost you that first batch of pancakes, this morning. They’d burned on the stove, and set off the smoke alarms, when he’d insisted on a dance through the living room. But, Coco loved the song you’d been playing on your Spotify, so there was really no denying him.

Oh, and… Yeah, you’d missed that phone call from the bank, the week before. Your husband had slipped up next to you, on the porch swing, and snuggled you to within an inch of your life. An easy fix, and you still got the business loan, but…

And, sure, you’ve been late to work, on numerous occasions. Coco has a habit of sneaking into your morning shower. And, after that… Well, hell, you own the company. It’s not like you have to explain to the boss that you’re late to your shift, on account of baby-dancing. (Fucking forums).

Point is, you’re more than happy to take care of Coco’s emotional needs. It may take you an extra hour to pay your bills. Daily tidying may have become every-other-day-if-you’re-lucky tidying. And, your ass may have gone numb, tonight, while he slept on your thigh. During which time, you could have loaded the dishwasher. Taken out the trash. Any number of tasks that have been neglected, in the name of Coco. They can wait.

Leaning in, you press a tender kiss to your husband’s forehead, before settling back in, and closing your eyes. Yes, chores can wait. Work can wait. The whole world can hold it, with both hands. So long as you’re around, Coco’s well-being will never have to take the back seat.

*

P.S. If Coco denies it, he’s full of it. He fucking loved that cauliflower pizza. Fucking vegetarians, indeed.

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HAIKYUU!! COUPLES HEADCANONS

DAISUGA

-Daichi goes to the gym to work out. Suga goes to the gym to ogle Daichi

-Suga has a massive sweet tooth

-Daichi cooks, Suga cleans

-Suga is a little shit who is not above seducing Daichi in public. He can say the most lewd things without batting an eye while Daichi blushes furiously

-Daichi and Kuroo once hooked up at training camp. They do not talk about it

-Daichi is good friends with Michimiya and Kiyoko. Suga is closer to Asahi

-Daisuga rarely fight and are often asked for relationship advice. Daichi tries to discourage this because “guys I didn’t realize Yui had a crush on me or that Suga was in love with me for three years.”

-Daichi can’t dance, won’t dance, and refuses to acknowledge the time he got trashed and twerked

-Suga dislikes his given name unless it’s said by Daichi, who is the only person allowed to call him Koushi

-Suga is extremely flexible. Daichi is not.

-Daichi or Suga getting hit on makes Daichi uncomfortable. Getting hit on amuses Suga, and Daichi getting hit on makes him horny

-It took all of high school for Daisuga to get together, because Daichi is oblivious and Suga assumed Daichi wasn’t into him. Daichi’s dumbness and their mutual pining becomes a fond, shared joke several years later

-Daichi has no gag reflex. 

-Daisuga have a very fat, very orange cat named Ninja. He’s surprisingly fast and agile despite looking like a furry basketball. (Daichi is a dog person and did not even want Ninja at first. He suspects Kuroo had something to do with this. Suga sometimes playfully gets upset because “Ninja likes you better than me, Dai!”)

-Everyone expects Suga to be the dominant one but Suga is more than willing to be submissive for Daichi and has on several occasions

ASANOYA

-Noya gets up before sunrise to run. Asahi would rather die than leave his bed before 8am

-Noya turns the coffee pot on and cooks breakfast to lure Asahi out of bed

-Noya is surprisingly patient, gentle, quiet, and kind when it comes to Asahi and his insecurities

-Noya is the type to bottle his insecurities and fears until they explode. The only one who can calm him back down is Asahi

-Asahi makes bratty faces when he thinks Noya isn’t looking

-Noya and Tanaka spend a lot of time with Daisuga because of the Daichi&Suga&Asahi&Kiyoko friendship. Asahi and Ennoshita become good friends

-Asahi doesn’t understand the distance between Noya and his sisters because Asahi is very close to his

-It is impossible to embarrass Noya

-Asahi gets a lot of inspiration for his fashion designs from traveling with Noya

-Noya knows how to braid hair and likes to play with Asahi’s

-Asahi enjoys physical affection but dislikes overt PDA. Noya would happily climb Asahi like a tree in public if Asahi would let him

-Only Asahi calls Noya by his given name

-Noya knows he likes Asahi early on but Asahi’s panic (“omg someone LIKES me?? NOYA likes me?? My crush??”) at his confession prevent them getting together until after the Date Tech match (after Asahi rejoins the team).

-Noya is affected by wanderlust and that’s why he travels. Sometimes Asahi joins him. They get married in Canada during one of these trips. (I once read a fantastic asanoya fic where a significant event happened in Canada so Canada is my asanoya place now)

-Noya sends Asahi a postcard from every place he’s ever visited. Sometimes he’ll spend over half an hour trying to find the *best* one, only to buy them all and send them as a sort of big long letter. Asahi saves them all in a photo album that lives on the coffee table. (Some people have a coffee table book, Asahi has a photo album.)

-Noya prefers to top. The one thing he’s really uncomfortable with is being on the bottom (physically laying beneath someone and also sex).

KUROKEN

-Kuroken have a black cat and a calico and enjoy naps on the couch with the kitties. Kuroo has SO MANY pictures in his phone of Kenma curled around the kitties.

-Kuroo: “Love you.” Kenma: “Hate you.”

-Kenma CAN cook, but likes that Kuroo likes taking care of him

-Every game Kuroo has ever owned is multiplayer because he only games with Kenma

-Kenma’s favorite games involve critical thinking and puzzles. Kuroo enjoys watching him play

-Kuroo is an introvert masquerading as an extrovert. Kenma is an introvert. They enjoy quiet nights in.

-Kuroo has anxiety. Kenma always knows when Kuroo is anxious and how to fix it

-People make Kenma anxious. Kuroo makes himself anxious.

-Kenma’s nicknames for Kuroo are Kuro and Koroemon. Kuroo calls Kenma Kyanma and kitten

-Kuroo has been in love with Kenma for as long as he can remember, since they were kids. Kenma knows this, but doesn’t understand he feels the same way until Kuroo goes off to college

-Kuroo is the one who discovered Daichi’s lack of gag reflex. He’s delighted to learn that Kenma lacks one as well

-Kenma moves more slowly than Kuroo. He’s not as comfortable with physical affection and sex as Kuroo is. Their relationship progresses slowly, and Kuroo lets Kenma lead. 

-After Kenma’s confession, how he feels about Kuroo is one of the very few things Kuroo does not doubt or make himself anxious over.

-Kuroo can, will, and has go(ne) on and on and ON about Kenma until someone shuts him up. It drives Yaku up the fucking wall in high school.

-Kenma does a retro game stream once or twice a month made up of games he and Kuroo used to play as kids. Kuroo actually games with him on those days and Kenma’s followers are quick to notice and speculate because Kenma has literally never gamed with another person in the same room before. Sometimes Kenma can only post the actual gameplay because Kuroo ruined the footage of them by being excessively sappy. (Kuroo is NOT above flirting and dirty talk to get an edge and Kenma doesn’t really think his fans need to know that.)

-Kuroken do not talk about Kuroo’s mom or sister

-The Kozumes love “Tetsu-chan” and Kuroo’s grandparents adore Kenma. Kuroken get along with each other’s families better than they do their own.

-Kuroo is tactile. He’s that ass-slapping friend. Kenma thinks he’s ridiculous

-Kuroo used to be dislike Hinata, because Kenma and Hinata are extremely good friends and Kuroo was afraid Hinata would take Kenma away from him. Kenma has assured him he doesn’t like Hinata like that but Kuroo doesn’t warm up until Hinata starts dating Kageyama

BOKUAKA

-Akaashi is 100% in charge of the house and the financials and his word is law. Not because he’s an asshole but because Bokuto is whipped

-Akaashi is a screamer. Bokuto has a big dick.

-Bokuto is the calmest between him and his sisters. His sisters have formed an Akaashi fanclub

-Bokuaka kiss a lot during sex

-Bokuto fucking loves owls

-Akaashi used to be embarrassed over being a manga editor but Bokuto thinks it’s the coolest job ever, “even better than mine!” When his authors need references, Akaashi sends them pictures of Bokuto. Bokuto takes this responsibility very seriously

-Bokuaka exclusively refer to each other by first name but Akaashi can’t break the habit of using -san

-Akaashi and Kenma are very good friends. Bokuto thinks they might even be better bros than him and Kuroo. (Kenma is one of the few people Akaashi calls by first name, and one of the only people who calls Akaashi by his.)

-Akaashi overthinks as a result of anxiety, but he doesn’t think he has anxiety. He prefers to call it “seeing the issue from all sides”

-Akaashi and Bokuto do yoga together. Bokuto behaves himself surprisingly well around Akaashi in yoga pants

-Akaashi decided to attend Fukurodani after watching Bokuto play and literally for no other reason

-Bokuaka are the embodiment of love at first sight and their relationship has an unreal, almost storybook quality to it because they are literally perfect for each other. Because of this, Bokuto doesn’t understand why other people struggle so much to start and maintain a relationship, no matter how many times Kuroo tells him “just because your relationship is straight out of a movie doesn’t mean the rest of the world works like that”

-Bokuaka have a koi pond in their backyard and have named all the fish. Bokuto always asks about them when he’s away for games

IWAOI

-Iwaizumi cooks and cleans because he’s always been the one taking care of Oikawa, but he refuses to fold the laundry because “I’m not doing everything for you, you fucking freeloader”

-Iwaizumi cooks healthy “old man food.” Oikawa’s sweet tooth suffers

-Oikawa is that guy who puts more cream and sugar and other additives in his coffee than actual coffee. He’s tried all of Starbucks’ seasonal drinks and never gets the same thing twice

-Iwaoi have very heated arguments about if Godzilla can kick King Kong’s ass or not. Iwaizumi of course sides with Godzilla

-Iwaoi once fought about the original purpose of Stonehenge and now no one can mention England without it coming back up

-Oikawa only became comfortable with his glasses because Iwaizumi likes them

-Iwaoi have been friends since they were in diapers. The whole volleyball team took bets on when they’d announce their relationship

-Both the Oikawas and the Iwaizumis respond when either boy calls for mom or dad. Oikawa calls his sister Nee-chan while Iwaizumi says Oneesan

-Iwaizumi’s favorite of Oikawa’s features is his legs. Oikawa is in love with Iwa’s arms

-Neither of them can remember when they started liking each other or how their relationship started

-Iwaoi are shockingly codependent and do NOT do separation (during university in Argentina/California or for away games) well

-Deep down Oikawa is extremely insecure and worries he isn’t enough - in volleyball, in school, in his family, in his relationship. Iwaizumi always knows when he’s putting on a front and how to cheer him back up

-Iwaizumi is secretly so soft and weak for Oikawa

-After the Olympics Iwaizumi moves to Argentina to be with Oikawa and they get married. They move back to Japan after Oikawa retires from volleyball and after gay marriage becomes legal there

-Oikawa keeps various plants around the house and the patio and is extremely proud of them. He paints all their pots and even names some of them (which Iwaizumi thinks is disgustingly cute). His most prized plant is a lucky bamboo he bought on a whim when iwaoi first moved in together.

-Oikawa can’t deepthroat. It makes him so jealous that Iwaizumi can

-Iwaizumi blushes whenever Oikawa gives him a genuine compliment

-Iwaizumi has a praise kink. Oikawa has a “whatever comes out of Iwa’s mouth” kink

-Iwaizumi has dom tendencies.

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Some of my Hacketteers headcanons p2

Again I apologize in advance for the spelling mistakes, English is not my mother tongue, I will try to do my best !

Enjoy the reading :)

Max : (the first one is not really a headcanon)

I really don't like the way people make Max look like an idiot. Like we don't know how we would react if we were in the same situation as him and Laura. No one reacts the same to stress and difficult situations, which explains their different ways of dealing with what happens to them and their different personalities. I think that explains a lot about how Max was able to deal with it. They both have personalities that are opposite to each other. Also Max doesn't have all of his memories because he is infected which also explains why he sometimes seems so clueless when in reality he understands very quickly what is happening to him because he suggests to Laura that he is a werewolf. I would like to finish on the fact that I have the impression that people confuse Max's kindness and stupidity when they are completely different things. He may not be as badass as Laura, but that's what makes him a character in his own right. He has a personality of his own and that's why you either like Max or you don't (although it's hard not to like him).

I don't know why but I can see max having a soft spot for country music while Laura doesn't like it at all (or pretends not to like it to tease max).

Max was even more redheaded when he was younger, he has darkened with time.

Kaitlyn :

Kaitlyn has 2 older brothers with whom she often fought when she was younger. Never in a hurtful way it was always just playing.

I think she has one very protective older brother and the other one is more cool. The older brother is the one who thinks she's old enough to handle herself and the more protective one is her younger big brother.

Overall she and her family are very close and always find time to do activities together like going to a baseball game or going to play baseball not far from their home. I don't know why but I think she has a very baseball-like energy.

Kaitlyn has a large family and has many cousins with whom she gets along very well.

Kaitlyn's parents have raised their child to be supportive of each other but also to be independent. They are very proud of their children.

This independence and mutual support explains Kaitlyn's leadership position. Even if she seems a bit rough sometimes, she is actually very caring and doesn't leave anyone behind. I really like Kaitlyn.

I feel like Kaitlyn has a special bond with her dad. They love spending time together. I can imagine her coming over to help her daddy finish his puzzle on the kitchen table while talking about everything.

Laura :

We know that Laura is a rather sporty person. But I really think that she is an excellent swimmer. She was definitely on the swim team in high school and Max would come to see her every time. Her biggest fan.

Laura and her family have two large dogs and Laura is more of a dog person than a cat person. She certainly knows how to ride a horse and is very good at it.

I feel like Laura is either the middle child or the oldest of her family.

Dylan :

Dylan is either an only child or the youngest. In the case where he is the youngest, he has an older brother and that's it. Small family with parents who work a lot and come home late. When he was little he was very often with his big brother, who is the opposite of Dylan, he is outgoing, he talks a lot, everybody likes him, in the end he is a cool and chill kid. His little brother on the other hand is much more reserved, and nerdy. But their parents have never compared them, their sons are two different people with different personalities but that's what makes them who they are and they love them the way they are.

Dylan's older brother adores Dylan and protects him at all costs, even if it means fighting with the first person who makes fun of him. On the other hand, he sometimes has trouble understanding his brother's interests even though he respects them completely.

Once when he was young or in his mid-teens his mom took him aside in the kitchen to explain to him how lucky he was to be the way he was. That he didn't have to compare himself to his big brother and he was enough just the way he was. That he was just as lovable as his brother even though they are different. She is very proud of him and loves him more than anything. She feels bad that her son doesn't think highly of him.

Even if the parents come home late, they spend the weekend with their children. They go on trips to visit states not far from home, to visit national parks or things like that. When they stay at home they play board games to please Dylan (which his brother doesn't like so much but he does it to please him). Sometimes they go to basketball or hockey games, which Dylan's older brother enjoys more (although Dylan has a hidden love for hockey and is the most excited of the family when they go to the game). They do everything to please their children and raise them as best they can with their busy jobs.

The children are very close to their grandparents and do a lot of activities during their vacations. Their grandfather likes sports activities as well as more cultural activities like museum visits. He explains a lot of things to his grandchildren who love to listen to their grandfather.

Dylan's father is a fan of natural science. He is the one Dylan turns to when he wants to talk about science, planets and constellations. As I mentioned earlier, he often asks his dad to go stargazing. This is something his father accepts whenever he can. He shares this bond with his youngest son and feels less alone because neither his first son nor his wife shares this love for science.

The grandfather is a fan of old objects and is a handyman. In his garage there are always objects being repaired like radios or a motorcycle. Dylan has learned to fiddle with radios with his grandfather who loves to share his time with him because his older brother is not interested. And since he loves to teach others and enjoy time with his grandchildren it is a real joy for him to spend time fixing things with Dylan.

Dylan and his brother have a big age gap (about 10 years) so he quickly found himself alone at home when his brother was old enough to go to university, so he kinda grew up as an only child during his teenage years and that also explains the fact that he feels alone.

These children grew up in an educational atmosphere where they were taught many things, but also in an atmosphere where they were cared for and loved as best as they could. Like Kaitlyn, the Leviny children are very independent.

Dylan's personality at camp is largely based on his brother's. He remembers how cool he thought his brother was when he was younger and how comfortable he was in society. He remembers that his brother was really comfortable with him despite their significant age difference, so it's this comfort that makes Dylan quite comfortable with kids and why they love him so much. His brother has always considered him as a person and not a baby, so Dylan treats the children as people and not as little ones and gives them a lot of attention so that they feel they are listened to. Because he knows how important it is to be listened to. You can also see this personality trait when he chats with Ryan on the podcasts in Mr. H's office.

Dylan's family reminds me of the Quebec series "les parents" that I used to watch a lot when I was little.

Maybe I’m gonna make a part 3 I don’t know