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lovelybunn · 2 years ago

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some hugs n cuddles !ㅤ- feat. howdy, barnaby and eddie

warning(s): none.

author's note: y'know i just HAD to feed on the delusional fantasy by writing for the big boy trio... (also this is lowkey established relationship)

🐛 howdy pillar .

Howdy whistles contently to himself while organizing the shelves of his store. His work is cut short by the familiar jingle of the bell at the entrance, alerting him of your presence. “Howdy, neighbor, welcome to my bodega! Anything you need, I got it for ya. How can I be of service?” Howdy greets you with a warm smile as you step inside.

You walk up to the front counter and clear your throat. “I know this is not what you're currently selling, but…” Howdy's big, buggy eyes twinkled, “What is it? I can get it in stock in a jiffy, if you'd like!” You awkwardly press your lips into a thin line and exclaim, “It's not a product.”

“Oh?” He pauses. “Then what is it?” He asks slowly, the gentle baritone of his voice flowing through your eardrums. His eyebrows furrow and antennae shuffle with worry. You snicker and wave your hand dismissively, “Hey, don't give me that look! I wanted a hug!”

The frown on his fluffy face soon molded into a bright smile. "Oh, then why didn't ya just say that, lovebug?" He rushes over from behind the counter and swoops you off your feet. Howdy's lower pair of arms kept you up as he wraps his upper pair around your waist. He gently squeezes you close. "You're the cutest, (Name)!" The two of you giggle, giving sweet butterfly kisses against each other's noses.

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getting cuddles/hugs from this man is absolute heaven for ppl that are chronically touch starved (like me—)

howdy's two pairs of arms will give all the affection anyone would need in their entire life. like boy will have two arms wrapped around your waist, one hand caressing your cheek, and the last one intertwined with your fingers <333

he doesn't wanna bend over, so he'll pick u up alot tho… (he's old and carries boxes all the time, his back don't need all that, alr?)

he's very soft. he has fur/fluff. (yes, i am basing that off of clownsuu's design, and what?)

and i feel like he would just love holding you anyway. ur just so small compared to him and he wants to protect you, y'know?

i personally see howdy being the papa of the neighborhood, taking care of everyone alongside poppy (but he's a lil bit more strict than she is about it lmao)

hear me out on this one guys…. i know that most ppl portray him as this chatterbox, but he knows how and when to listen.

howdy will make sure that u never feel unheard or unloved, the sweet boy will make it his mission to put a smile on that adorable face of urs

🌭 barnaby b beagle .

Barnaby slouches in the bench chair and sighs. He takes a bite out of his hotdog when his eyes trail to a familiar face, walking up to him. "Ah, ey, kiddo. Whatchu want?" He gives you a relaxed smile. "I wanted to ask you for something."

He tilts his head, eyebrow raised. "Hmm? Go on, I got time." You take in a deep breath, "Hey Barnaby, Can you…" You pause as he leans closer to you. "Can you hold me? I've had kinda a rough day, and you're my go-to." He takes the last bite of his hotdog and pats his lap. " 'Course, kid. You can stay as long as you like."

Just as soon as you get his permission, you're sitting with your back towards him, his big paws placed gently across your belly. His plump figure makes it easy for you to practically sink into him like a fresh new couch. He hums a contented tune near your ear; your face warms up into a joyful grin.

Barnaby glances at you, "Ey, kiddo." You hum in response. "Y'know, I think Sally got a little bit of some competition; your smile alone could light up this whole neighborhood." You roll your eyes, a slight snicker escaping from your lips. "You're just saying that to make me feel better." He held you closer, shaking his head. Barnaby's large thumb caresses the palm of your right hand, tracing circles around its surface. "Nah, hon. It's all truth. I mean, ya must be some kinda treat, cuz I always catch myself gawking at the sight of you."

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boy's soft and plump like a giant life size pillow fr <3333 (human or dog ver, idc)

for dog ver, he loves being scratched behind his big ol ears !!!

gives bear hugs unintentionally

does that circle thing with ur palm

the dog be cooking tho. no, fr, he is the best cook in the neighborhood (and his love language is literally food) so if u need some support, he'll whip it up and serve it to u on a silver platter !!

also puns for days.. he wants to make everyone smile and laugh, u included. barnaby cannot stand a frown on a fellow neighbor's face.

Uncle-That-Smokes-Weedcore ™

he gives the best advice (when he wants to, that is. sometimes he'll say something stupid to see if whoever he gave the advice to will actually do it ;D) why do u think wally tells the man everything?

💌 eddie dear .

Eddie quickly walks to the door of his post office, filled with gratitude for another great hard day's work. As soon as he walks through the door, you rush over to give him a tender embrace. He chuckles, “Hey there, darlin'! Did my babydoll miss me?” With your face buried in his chest, you muffle out a "Mhm." Eddie's face beams, patting your back. "Well, I missed you too, honey." He places three soft kisses on you, one on your forehead, and the other two on either cheek.

Eddie tries to move forward, but you don't budge. Your arms are glued tight to him. "Uh, darlin'...? I– I gotta get unready, y'know? Please let go of me." He chuckles nervously. He tries to sneakily pull your arms away, but you speak before he's given the chance. "You've been gone all day, dear. Can't I hug you a little while longer?" You look up at him. The pleading look in your eyes melts the poor mailman's heart within seconds. "Alright, alright, fine! But just for a few minutes. I'd like to change into less sweaty clothes at some point."

The two of you just relax there for a moment, limbs wrapped delicately around each other. Absent-mindedly, Eddie guides you into somewhat of a slow dance, and your bodies sway back and forth as you and Eddie sink deeper into one and other's touch. After about a minute, he kisses your forehead again, then pulls away. "You satisfied, love?" You smile and nod slowly, "Yes, very."

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smooches for dayssss

most days this golden retriever man will lift u up, spin u around and DROWN U in kisses, but (obv) on busier days, hes a lot more relaxed about it

his love language is words of affirmation (so lots of pet names if u couldn't tell)

hand-holding at all times (when given opportunity)

EDDIE DEAR IS A POET. BOY WRITES U LOVE LETTERS EVERY OTHER DAY, ALL OF WHICH IS HANDMADE, ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE ENVELOPE.

is it weird that i see eddie and frank as my gay parents? (yeah we ARE the two gay married men w/ their autistic child trope.)

eddie would be that crazy country dad who would with zero hesitation pull a gun on someone hurting his baby

but fr, if u were feeling sad boy would pull out the arts and crafts and go bonkers with it. like "awh, yer sad??? let's make origami butterflies to make u feel better c:"

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #welcome home howdy #howdy pillar #howdy pillar x reader #welcome home barnaby #barnaby b beagle #barnaby b beagle x reader #welcome home eddie #eddie dear #eddie dear x reader #welcome home imagines #welcome home headcanons #for people who are inlove w puppets #no judgement #imagines #headcanons

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thehollowwriter · 1 year ago

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RWarnings: Injury, swearing, probably full of mistakes. Word count: 5k+

Key: Regular text is for the present. Italics is for flashbacks, bold is for journal entries

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Lamentations Pt 5

There is a term, more of a feeling, really, that humans use called "walking on air." An elated, fluffy feeling of delight.

I can't "walk" since I don't have legs, but that's a perfect way to describe how I felt when Morrigan kissed me that night. When he wrapped his arms around me and looked at me like I was the only thing that ever mattered to him.

I think about that moment a lot, when dusk settles into night and life slows down for a short moment. I think about how different things were all those years ago, how different I was.

Silas stopped writing and stared at the page for a long, long time. He found himself back in that dim, dingy shop, gazing into those bright, loving eyes. Those eyes... so intelligent, yet so innocent at the same time.

What had he done to deserve Morrigan, really? What could he have possibly done, in his life filled with death, to be blessed with such a loving man?

Silas pressed his pen against the paper again so hard he nearly broke the tip.

I'm... I'm not going to sit here and tell myself I'm a good person. I'm not. I have killed and eaten hundreds of my own kind in my lifetime, and I still do so today.

I have torn them apart and swallowed every piece until there is nothing but bone to indicate their existence. I've lied, cheated, and stolen whatever I possibly could to keep myself alive.

I am a murderer. A cannibal. A monster.

What is the worst Morrigan has done? Land some kids in the hospital as a teenager and nearly get expelled? Almost kill someone? Almost.

Morrigan, for his smugness and cockiness and aggression, for all his violence and rage, is not an evil person. He is not perfect, but he's not a monster.

I cannot truthfully say that Morrigan's parents' and the other citizens of Atlantica's fear and distrust of me is wrong. I cannot say they are being too quick to judge, that they just haven't taken the time to get to know me.

I fit the Abyssal merfolk stereotype like a glove. I'm the horror story spread when the lights go out brought to life.

I told this to Morrigan that night, after my grandfather had taken his medicine and gone to bed. I suppose you could call it a warning, a flashing sign telling him to leave.

He simply smiled me, sharp teeth glinting and eyes burning with passion and desire, and shrugged.

"I know," He said. "I'm not changing my mind. I love you."

It was stupid. Insane, even. And yet Morrigan spoke as if he were telling me the earth revolved around the sun. Like it was an unshakable fact, something that cannot be changed.

Oh... oh, how I love him.

Morrigan was surprised when Silaa began pulling him upstairs. He had never been on the second floor. For all their time together, he had been limited only to Silas' little shop.

Silas began calling for his grandfather, and the dopey grin that had been affixed to Morrigan's face was briefly replaced with a confused expression, but he schooled it quickly.

"Well, I've horribly misread the situation." He murmured so Silas couldn't hear, perking up when Silas' grandfather swam in with a yawn.

"Mm, Silas, is it time for that awful drink alr-" He stopped short when he caught sight of Morrigan, surpised. "Well, if it isn't our favourite city boy. I'm surprised Silas brought you up here."

He squinted at them, then gasped.

"Are those-"

"Yes," Said Silas, reaching to grab Morrigan's hand. "We are... together now."

Morrigan grinned and clasped their hands together. "I hope you don't mind me stealing your grandson, Mister Emrys, sir."

The old mer laughed and drifted over to them to take Morrigan's free hand in his own. "Why, of course not. You're perfect for Silas, my boy. You should stay the night with us. We can celebrate."

Morrigan's grin widened. "I'd like that, sir."

It was a lovely evening. Morrigan and my grandfather, Emrys, got along well. It made me happy to see them banter with each other.

My grandfather retired to bed after taking his home brewed medicine, bidding us goodnight and leaving us to our own devices.

There was nowhere for Morrigan to stay. No guest room, no lounge. There was the kitchen, my bedroom, and my grandfather's bedroom.

Morrigan didn't mind. In fact, he said he'd be happy to share with me with that grin of his. I considered nipping him for that, but I don't think he was trying to be funny.

It was nice, actually. Sitting together, tails intertwined, talking through the night. Morrigan held me tightly, as if I would drift away from him.

He was very affectionate, as I soon came to learn. Kisses, holding me, complimenting me, and so on. He always asked first, and he always seemed so gleeful every time.

I never expected to enjoy physical affection, but it seemed Morrigan was always the exception. I often found myself melting into his kisses and holding his hand tightly, feeling warm and safe.

Our new relationship altered our routine once again. Now, Morrigan visited as much as he could after his classes, greeting me with a kiss and hugging me gently when our games finished.

Then we would sit close together, our tails curled around each other, and just... talk. We often got distracted, though, finding ourselves kissing roughly and... well, perhaps I should write that down somewhere else.

I was delighted that he came over more. Morrigan's visits were the highlight of my week, after all. There was just one issue I unknowingly stumbled into.

Morrigan knew me well by the time we began dating. Almost too well. He knew my personality, my tics, my likes and dislikes, and so on. But even with our games and our long talks, there are things you miss when you only meet once a week.

I always made sure I was feeling or at least appearing to feel my best when Morrigan came round, even if hunger clawed at my insides and the pain that shot through my body made me feel as if I were being branded with an iron.

I wanted to have fun, and I didn't want Morrigan to worry.

I think I was also too cocky. I put too much faith in my own abilities, even though my health was probably the worst it had ever been.

This overconfidence came back to bite me when Morrigan and I got into a playful tussle one day and... well.... I broke a rib.

It wasn't Morrigan's fault, no. I could never blame him for that. It was mine. I had perfected the art of making myself seem stronger, bigger, or more threatening than I actually was for the sake of my own survival.

My magic was strong, yes, but it wasn't something I used often. It was precious, a resource only used for emergencies, even before I learned what blot was.

Silas winced at the word, then continued writing.

I was so convincing, it seemed, that I overestimated myself far more than Morrigan did.

A sickening crack wiped the smile from Morrigan's face, and he instantly released his pinhold on Silas. He carefully moved and turned Silas over, his eyes wide with horror and concern.

"Oh shit, oh shit, shit shit shit, Silas, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean- oh, Sea Witch, how bad is it?"

"Ngh..." Silas blinked up at the rippling kelp above them, wincing at the mind numbing pain that exploded somewhere around his ribs. "I'm fine. Just a little... ngh, sore..."

Morrigan shook his head wildly, his eyes as wide as saucers. "Darling, no, I heard something break o-or fracture when I pinned you, oh no, what did I do to you-"

Darling. Morrigan said, "darling." Not Silas. Darling.

Silas didn't know why, but that made him incredibly happy, even though the situation didn't really call for such a feeling.

Morrigan, still alarmed, carefully hoisted Silas into his arms. "We need to get you to a- a doctor or a hospital or something-"

Silas' hand shot up to grip Morrigan's wrist tightly.

"No doctors." He hissed, struggling to take in a breath.

"Silas, your rib is broken-"

"And my grandfather will help me treat it. I've dealt with worse. Take me inside."

Morrigan bit back a protest and obeyed, swimming inside and placing Silas down on his bed.

"Just call my grandfather, please," Silas mumbled, wincing.

Morrigan didn't answer at first. He stared at Silas for a moment, tapping his claws together, and swallowed.

"I really think you should go to the hospital."

"No hospitals."

"Silas, you could end up with a pierced lung!" Morrigan snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Look, I never said anything because you seemed fine, and I didn't want to pry into something so personal, but... even without a broken rib, which I will repeat is very bad, you and Emrys should go to the hospital. Should have gone, actually. Long ago."

Silas laughed, taking in a sharp breath at the pain. "Hah, for what?"

Morrigan raked his left hand through his hair and clenched his right one into a fist. "Both of you are skin and bones, literally! I can see your ribs, Silas! That's not normal! Have you been eating anything at all?"

Silas let out a soft sigh. "I... I have a few scraps a day. Eating anything more... makes me throw up. Grandfather as well."

"That's even worse! You need to go to the hospital, both of, you or something-"

"I said no hospitals." Silas growled.

"Why not?"

"Morrigan, please. ...I... I can't. You think a doctor would want to help us?"

I suppose you could call a distrust of doctors a family tradition in a way. Not a single one of us trusted medical professionals, not because we thought they didn't know anything, but because we feared what they could do when given access to us at our most vulnerable.

I trust Morrigan with my life, however. I trust he will protect us and ensure nothing happens while we are in such a strange place.

The first obstacle was convincing my grandfather to go, too. He did not have the same amount of faith in Morrigan as I did. His history ran deeper than mine, after all.

My grandfather's grandmother was a child when our family was forcefully driven out of the Coral Sea and into the Abyss. The horror stories of before and after were passed down to him, and then he passed them unto my parents and to me.

Unlike me or my parents, my grandfather had a clear memory of my great great-grandmother's face when she told him of her experiences. He, young and impressionable, could see the fear glistening in her eyes, the way she seemed to be taken back to those moments, reliving the terror all over again.

There is a little saying, a proverb, she passed down to us. It was short, but it said all it needed to.

"They will hate you with a veil kindness. They will smile at you and fill your veins with poison."

And really, what else would such a saying do other than strike fear into your heart?

My grandfather was horrified at the very idea of going into Atlantica, never mind the hospital. It was the closest thing the two of us had ever had to a fight.

I told him Morrigan would protect us, and if he were to fail, I would make sure we got out and home safe. He needed to get better, or else he wouldn't last the rest of the season.

My grandfather eventually agreed, saying that it was only because he wanted me to recover safely, and then we began our trip to the city.

This experience was well over thirty years ago. My recollection of most of the events is fuzzy, but the little details aren't too important anyway.

What is important is the fact that we ended up staying in that hospital for a very long time, as there was far more wrong with us than even Morrigan could have guessed.

It was a very distressing experience. I was surrounded by doctors and nurses taking my temperature, asking me invasive questions, poking and prodding at me, shining lights into my eyes, and pricking me for blood.

Morrigan had to hold me back from breaking someone's face when they wanted to draw my blood for testing, telling me it was going to be okay and to let them do their thing.

I hated it. I hated it so much. It was a terrifying experience, and it is not often I feel genuine terror. But they... they just carried on, like it was your average weekday. Cold. Uncaring.

It didn't help that I barely understood half of what they said. Medical jargon. Utter nonsense.

Morrigan's doctor, the one he told me he trusted, did her best to make sure I was comfortable. She noticed I was confused and started slowly explaining what they were doing to me.

I don't know if she was genuinely trying to help or talking down to me, but either way, it did help. I felt better understanding what was happening to me.

There was... so much wrong with me. The doctors were surprised I hadn't died of malnutrition, but concluded my magic had something to do with my survival

I could never figure out why I kept throwing up food if I tried to fix my own starvation. It made me angry that I finally had a steady stream of food but couldn't actually eat much of it.

As it turns out, it is because of something called Refeeding Syndrome. Medical complications caused by aggressive nutritional rehabilitation. That is, too much nutrition at once after a prolonged period of starvation.

The best way to treat our malnutrition was by feeding tubes. Slowly giving us the nutrients we were lacking in a controlled environment. Morrigan had to hold me back again, as the idea of these strangers sticking a tube into me and pumping my body full of fluids terrified me.

I can't remember exactly how long we were in that hospital, but I do remember my recovery was slow and painful. Morrigan stayed by my side the entire time, making sure I was alright and using his magic to block my own when it lashed out when I caught sight of a needle.

There was an issue when we realised that neither I nor my grandfather had any form of identification. No ID, no birth certificates, nothing. Just our names, and we had no last name we could recall.

I distinctly remember a nurse muttering, "This is what happens when you leave them to breed down there." Morrigan shot her a look so dark it seemed to make the lights flicker, and she shut her mouth.

When we were healthy enough to move around and eat solid foods again, we had to do physical therapy. It was something that irritated me, even if I was glad to no longer be confined to a bed.

Being led around and told what to do by a stranger like I was a child made me feel the urge to throttle someone. Morrigan... Morrigan calmed me down, though. He was good at that. Rubbing my hand with his thumb and whispering words of comfort to me.

The worst was the psychiatrists. Morrigan couldn't stay with me during those little sessions, and I was trapped alone with a bored shrink who quite clearly didn't want me there.

It was quite obvious how they felt. I was taking up what could have been a free slot. I was taking time away from city merfolk.

They, the psychiatrists and the doctors, and the nurses, thought I was stupid. I know they did. It was soaked into their tones, bleeding out from behind plastic smiles.

Staying there was a terrible experience. I hated it, even if Morrigan's doctor tried her best to make things better. However... I don't regret it.

I still clearly remember looking into the mirror in the hospital bathroom one day and seeing the true colour of my skin for the first time.

It took me by surprise. My whole life, I had been a dull lilac-grey. But in that bathroom, I saw I was a deep flourishing purple. I spent ages tracing my skin and picking at my scales, entranced.

"You look amazing," Morrigan said to me, wrapping his arms around me. "Big I'm just glad you're healing."

My grandfather, who always appeared to be a dull brown-ish hue, was sunset orange. It left the two of us in awe, taking in the vibrant colours indicative of healthy skin.

It's strange how you sometimes only realise the extent of your problems after you've healed or gotten away from them.

When we were finally discharged, I had never felt so alive. My ribs no longer showed, my body no longer screamed with constant pain, and my insides no longer felt like they were being torn apart.

This sudden strength, this sudden joy and energy, made me realise just how much pain I was always in. How sick I was. I was one mishap away from a death that had nothing to do with starvation or being eaten, and I didn't even know it.

I was, unfortunately, instructed to "take it easy" for a few weeks until I could get back to hunting.

I couldn't do that. I had work to do, bills to pay. Morrigan could cover medical costs, but he couldn't also pay for my house and my staff's wages. I couldn't risk so much as a cent.

"It'll be okay, Si." Morrigan said to me with that warm smile of his. "You can still tell your party what to do. You just can't join them."

Morrigan was always optimistic.

My full recovery was much quicker than expected, but still very boring and nerve-wracking. Spending all my time inside, flitting about the shop, or lying on my stone slab of a bed, staring at the ceiling, was mind-numbing.

My grandfather was not so lucky. He still spent much of his time sleeping even though he was healthier now. His health always was much worse off than mine.

"We think Emrys was exposed to an oil spill," said Morrigan's doctor, whose name I can't remember. "His magic cleared most of it, but it still caused erosion on his fins and enlarged his liver."

It didn't help that he was nearing eighty. Merfolk can live much longer than that, but when your body has taken so much damage, that lifespan is cut short.

I looked after him the best I could. Helping him eat, giving him his prescribed medicine, thar sort off thing.

It was pretty miserable. The only thing that made it bearable was the music from the radio and Morrigan's visits.

He brought sweets for us. Can you believe it? Candies. Chocolate. Fron the surface.

"A friend from land sent it down," Morrigan said with a grin, unwrapping a bar and handing it to Silas. "A congratulations and a get well soon mixed together. Don't worry, the doctors said it's okay."

Silas blinked at him questioningly, and Morrigan quickly clarified.

"Oh, right. I told a few friends I'm officially taken... and that my new boyfriend was unfortunately in hospital. They sent this stuff down as good wishes."

Silas hummed, an amused smile crossing onto his face, and took a tiny bite out of the small piece of chocolate he broke off the slab. It was delicious.

Silas' grandfather politely declined Morrigan's offering of chocolate, telling the two to enjoy it and that he was going to lie down for a while.

Silas stared at the chocolate in his hand, and his eyes suddenly felt very wet.

"I don't... I don't think he's going to be with us for much longer." He said softly. Morrigan pulled him into a tight hug, and Silas tried his hardest not to cry.

It's nice to be cared for. Morrigan visited every second day to make sure we were alright. It was annoying to me that he didn't let me fight him, but I understood his reasoning.

When I was finally cleared to hunt again, the first thing I did was challenge Morrigan to a fight. I won, and I'm partially sure be let me, but I don't mind.

He looked ethereal, laughing in delight, covered in bruises and bitemarks, with his hair splayed out on the sand. Happy. Happy I was finally healthy.

This whole experience brought on a new issue. Morrigan had not yet told his parents we were dating at the time. I didn't care whether he told them or not, as it wasn't their business, but it was strange to see him stress over it so much.

I told him if they had a problem, then they weren't worth his time, and he just laughed. It sounded hollow.

He couldn't keep us secret forever, of course, especially since he took time off to stay with me while I was in the hospital.

He eventually told them a few months after I began hunting again. The day he did, he came storming into my shop, not even bothering with our game.

Silas perked up at Morrigan's presence, frowning when he saw the state he was in.

Morrigan was breathing hard, fists clenching and unclenching angrily. There was a raging fire, a maliciousness sparking in his magic that made Silas' skin prickle in all the best ways.

"What happened?" Silas didn't ask out loud, but his questioning and concerned look said all it needed to.

Morrigan looked at him, and his aquamarine eyes burned.

"You know what she said?" He asked, his voice set to a whisper, almost trembling. "She fucking said 'no'. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I'm not asking for her permission or- or approval. And dad, Seven damn it, shaking his head like I've broken some fucking rule-"

Morrigan was on the verge of hyperventilating and Silas drifted over to wrap his arms arms around him and press his face into the crook of his neck.

Morrigan stiffened in surpise, then relaxed. He rested his chin on Silas' head and sighed.

"Sorry, darling. They're- my parents- not happy. But I'm not breaking it off so they want to meet you. Next week."

I was never unaware of meeting the family as a custom. It is a custom we even have in the abyss, if you're lucky to find a partner.

However, something that still perplexes me today about both Coral Sea and apparently land culture is the idea that you have to consider your partners family your own, and you must get along at all costs. If you dislike them, you smile and tolerate it.

Perhaps I don't understand it because keeping up appearances and faking getting along was a waste of energy in the abyss. If you didn't like a family member's partner, you could say so and carry on.

That's why I always felt so confused whenever Morrigan complained about his sister-in-law, muttering about how she got on his nerves with her smart alek quips and obnoxious way of talking.

"Then tell her that." I told him, and he looked at me like I was insane.

"I can't say that! She's my sister!'

"She's your sister's wife, not your sister. She doesn't need a free pass."

I think my way of thinking was part of the reason he avoided telling his parents about us for so long. I'm not offended, though. I never was.

There is... a trope in movies and TV I've come to notice. The overbearing in-laws. It's very strange to me, parents who are so obsessive and controlling over their adult children and, by extension, their children's partner.

I found it stupid and unealistic at the time. Who would behave like that? Who would try to take control of a wedding or decide their word is law in someone else's marriage?

Well, the answer to that would be Morrigan's parents.

They don't like me and I don't like them. They are not my parents or my family, not matter how much they insist they are.

I disliked them before I even met them. The snippets of how they treated Morrigan like their trophy I caught onto, the way they seemed to unashamedly hate me already, that was telling enough for me to dislike them.

I was unsure about meeting Morrigan's parents at first. They refused to come to Midway, instead insisting I come to them.

"I'll keep my exposure to the abyss limited to just the butcher, thank you," Morrigan relayed to Silas in a high-pitched voice, mocking his mother. "At least then we'll have a lesser chance of being infected with something."

Infected. Infected, she had said, in a snobbish upper-class accent, at least according to Morrigan. As if I were diseased.

Still, it was best to bite the bullet and just go see them. We made the trip there the next week, leaving at sunset to travel to a suburb near the heart of Atlantica.

I felt uncomfortable the entire trip there. The streets were busy even at night, bustling and noisy, lit with all too bright lights from advertisements and streetlights.

We finally arrived at a quaint house constructed from stone and metal. It was big, at least to me, and quite fancy.

"Hey, mother, father," Morrigan called out, unlocking and opening the front door. "We're here."

"Hello, Morrigan," came an aged voice, feminine and shrill. "And... you."

A small, thin woman with saggy skin and pursed lips stared at Silas with turquoise eyes as cold as ice. Her hair was silvery white, and her skin and scales were pink.

Silas silently stared back until her resolve wavered, and her gaze turned elsewhere, and she gestured for them to come inside.

"They're here, then?" Came a louder, deeper voice. Morrigan's father blinked at them with a pair of bright gold eyes. He was also thin, his skin the same deep green as Morrigan, but it didn't suit him. It was ill-fitting.

"Mother, father," Morrigan said slowly, sounding much quieter than usual. "This is Silas. Silas, this is Cyrus and Kiran, my parents."

Cyrus and Kiran stared at Silas, picking him apart, narrowing their eyes at every scar, every hole in his fins, every little imperfection.

Silas stared back. They were thin but not too thin. They were unnmarred, perfectly comfortable. Well-fed.

Weak. Spoiled. Prey.

Kiran cleared his throat. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Silas." He said, like a liar. "I hope our Morrigan isn't too much for you."

Silas didn't answer, and an awkward silence fell.

"Well," Cyrus said suddenly. "I suppose we should thank you for your services these past few years. Buying from you has been a big help financially."

Silas nodded his head and continued to gaze at them. Morrigan gently elbowed his side, and he blinked.

"Ah- it's... no issue."

The silence descended again, and they all floated there, staring at each other. Morrigan's parents were quite clearly uncomfortable with Silas there, neither coming near him nor looking him in the eyes.

"I must ask," Cyrus said after a while, her icy eyes glimmering. "Why are you dating Morrigan? I didn't think someone like him would pique the interest of... someone like you."

She tried to phrase it so politely. As if it were a mere difference in culture. But Silas knew what she meant.

"Because I love him," Silas rumbled. "That's reason enough, I'm sure."

"W-Well yes, but surely there are other factors-"

"No."

Cyrus looked taken aback by Silas' curt response, exchanging an aghast look with her husband.

"T-That's good, I suppose. Make yourselves comfortable, I'm making a prawn salad for a light meal. Kiran, you can get the wine out, and Keres, stop lurking over there and say hi to your brother."

Another mer, pink with dark blue scales and fins, swam into the living room with a huff. His hair was white with dark blue highlights, and his gold eyes glistened in annoyance.

Morrigan started, looking between this new mer and his parents.

"What's he doing here?"

Keres pulled his lips into an exaggerated pout. "Come on, Morrigan, that's no way to greet your little brother." He said, his voice dripping with manufactured sadness. "I'm just here for a visit to our loving parents. And to meet the lucky guy."

He waved at Silas and grinned. "Hi there. Keres Clearcove. Second oldest of the our clutch. Nice to meet you."

Silas blinked at him, unsure of how to answer, and Cyrus laughed. "Oh we'll let you three chat for a bit." She said, grabbing Kiran and making a swift exit.

"I'm not in the mood for your bullshit today." Morrigan hissed at Keres. "You've said hello, now go away."

Keres raised his hands, looking offended. "Sorry, Your Highness. Forgive me for forgetting my place. Just the lowly brother of special great mage Morrigan."

"That's not what I meant-"

"I'm sure it wasn't." Keres smiled. "Let's not fight in front of your man. Though I doubt it'll affect him much, considering his... background."

Morrigan drew his lips back threateningly, and Silas gently touched his arm. "Calm down. I'm sure Keres knows better than to run his mouth."

Silas stared at the mer in question until he swallowed and nodded his head. "Y-Yeah, of course! I'm not looking for trouble. In fact, I'm here to tell mother and father about a new client of mine."

"Client?" Silas glanced at Morrigan.

"He's a lawyer." Morrigan muttered.

"Indeed I am." Keres said proudly. "While Morrigan here babysits magic wielding brats all day, I consistently work with very high calibre and high paying clients to buy nice things for my children. I recently scored a CEO. Can you believe it?"

Morrigan's eye twitched, and Silas decided against answering.

"Tough crowd. Well, I'll be on my way to hide in my room while you-" Keres pointed at Silas. "-get scrutinised down to the tiniest detail and hounded about babies. Have fun."

He then left as quickly as he arrived, before either of them could respond.

"What a brat," Morrigan hissed, looking more irritated than Silas had ever seen him.

Keres was not wrong, unfortunately. I was, in fact, scrutinised down to the last detail, asked questions that ranged from odd all the way to invasive and rude. The topic of children was briefly brought up, though Cyrus expressed poorly hidden disgust at the idea and recommended adoption instead. As if we were planning to have children at all.

It was worse than the doctors at Atlantica General, I dare say. At least they weren't asking about my fertility since they "wanted grandchildren from their eldest."

Morrigan seemed to be on the verge of either punching someone or slamming his head against the wall the entire time but opted to dig his claws into the dining room table and grind his teeth instead.

Silas couldn't blame him. The fake kindness, the mock sympathy, the plastic hospitality made his teeth itch to bite something. He wanted them to stop lying. Call him a monster if they really wanted. He hated those forced smiles so much

Finally, finally, the conversation was coming to an end, when Cyrus said... something rather odd. And stupid.

"Listen, Silas, you seem... Nice." The lies kept spilling. Flowing out of her mouth like a winding river. "But we don't want you dating Morrigan. It isn't safe-"

"That's not for you to decide." Said Silas, and Morrigan sucked in a sharp breath and nearly tore through the table.

The facade cracked and Cyrus' face twisted into an angered expression.

"Now listen here, I will not have our son bee manipulated by-

"Shut up!" Morrigan snapped, wrenching his hand back and tearing through the table. "If you can't behave then we're going to leave."

"Come now, Morrigan, think carefully about this." Said Kiran. "You know, the merchant's son is a nice young man-"

"I said shut up." Morrigan tugged on Silas' wrist and began making his way to the door. "Come on, Silas."

Morrigan stayed with us that night, fuming silently. He wasn't just angry. He was hurt. Very hurt. I did my best to comfort him, though I don't think it was much help.

Unfortunately, that was not nor will it ever be the last time Morrigan and I clashed with his parents. They're a stubborn pair, hellbent on getting what they want even if they repeatedly fail.

They won't ever truly accept me as Morrigan's husband, and I can accept that. They can continue being hateful cretins, and I will carry on as I always have.

A knock on the door broke Silas from his writing trance. He put his pen down and took in a deep, slow breath. Even writing about Morrigan's parents gave him a headache.

"Coming, Timo." He called, then packed his writing away and left.

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Guide: Start, Prev, Next

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! It really was a wild ride

Tagging: @distant-velleity @br3adtoasty @rainesol @theleechyskrunkly @jovieinramshackle

@galaxies-and-gore @cyanide-latte @cynthinesia @officialdaydreamer00 @krenenbaker

@offorestsongs @kitwasnothere @elenauaurs @boopshoops @inotonline

@1dont-really-know @kazumify @minteasketches @elysia-nsimp @skrimpyskimpy

@casp1an-sea @offorestsongs @tixdixl @poisoned-pearls @the-trinket-witch

@ramshacklerumble @ghostiidasponk @thegoldencontracts @the-banana-0verlord

#silas clearcove #morrigan clearcove #lamentations #twisted wonderland #twst oc #oc x oc #writing

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todayisyourturntolose · 1 year ago

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You're right... I do want to. I will take any thoughts you have on P4 or Brain Damaged Dude

YEEEEEESSSSS

ok so i have a good chunk of hcs for p4 but only abt a few for bd so you'll get just ☝🏽 one brain damaged dude hc

bd dude

-i like to think that even after the events of brain damaged, other dude is still sorta there. like, he's not as prevalent as a voice than, say, p3 in paradise lost, but he still pops up every now and then. he's moreso there just to tick bd off than actually convincing him to do something violent.

i've been thinking abt one lil scenario in particular, where bd loses something under like, and couch or something, so he has to bend down to get it. while doing this, he sorts subconsciously arches his back. other dude being the prick he is, is quick to make a dumb joke about it

"you've got a perfect arch goin' on here. you did it so effortlessly, too...almost like you've..done this before."

bd has to stop himself from just smacking himself in the back of the head

these two are essentially like that one vine that's like "the souls of the innocent!" "a bagel."

p4 dude

-pulls out one of those comically long scrolls. boy oh boy do i have a lot to say abt this old man

-despite his age, i like to think that he's still rlly agile. he still definitely has his "my back!" moments, but compared to other ppl his age, he's in fairly good shape

-this is gonna sound dumb, but i think he's besties with duke nukem. duke has probably retired from kicking alien ass by now, so he and dude just hang out regularly. they go on walks, they hang out at the park, hell, they'd probably crash some random party, if they felt like it

-they also probably kiss on the regular, but, y'know, that's neither here nor there

-he'd definitely be one of those dudes that only ever posts photos of their dogs. if he had an instagram acc, he'd post so many photos of champ

-this hc is in direct contrast to one of my hcs abt p1. while p1 has absolutely horrible food aversions, p4 will practically eat anything. you wouldn't have to pay him to do it, he'd eat something weird "just because he felt like it"

-he has a stereotypical "loud dad snore", which makes him a pain to sleep next to/in the same room as

-the pansexual ever. he could care less what you identify as, as long as he thinks you're cool, he's getting with you

-has a vast vinyl collection. he probably has one of those older vinyl players from when they were more mainstream

-has a habit of focusing too hard on things. he'll pick out something to do, and he'll stick to it. he could do an entire 500 piece puzzle in one sitting

-in contrast, he's also very hyperactive, and can rarely get himself to stay still. he's always doing something, no matter what time of the day it is

-has a very keen eye. he notices changes in the smallest things and will always point them out

-definitely gets hit on by the old women in the nearby retirement home. they see him walking by and start whistling and shi (he loves it)

-has a switchcomb on him at all times. he loves whipping it out and slicking his hair back, á la 50s greaser

-as much as i love describing him as a stinky old man, i think he actually smells pretty good :)

i do have more, but ive alr been typing this for like 30 mins, so that's all i'll put rn :D ty for asking!

#postal #postal dude #postal 4 #postal brain damaged

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littlegnoblin · 4 years ago

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Happy Valentine’s Day to my best friend and other half @donestiel

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Dean comes home from work to find Cas and Jack sitting at the table, red heart-shaped lollipops strewn in front of them.

He gives Cas a quick kiss. “You trying to give the kid a sugar rush or what?”

“Daddy! It’s for Valemtime’s Day!” Jack yells excitedly, hopping off his chair to hug Dean’s legs.

“It’s pronounced valentine, Jack.”

“I don’t know, valemtime kinda has a nice ring to it,” Dean says. Jack beams up at him and he can’t help but ruffle his hair.

“Yes, well, the holiday has become so bastardized that I suppose renaming it wouldn’t hurt.” Cas squints at the box the candy came in. “Does no one find it odd that their children are passing around cards demanding others belong to them?”

Dean sits down and pulls Jack into his lap, flipping through the little pink cards. “I don’t know that you’re supposed to think about it that hard, dude.” He comes across a card that reads ‘kiss me’ and holds it up. “This, on the other hand-- they’re five, what the hell do they need to be kissin’ for?”

“I want kisses!” Jack protests.

“You’re a little kiss monster.” Cas leans in and presses a big, exaggerated smooch to Jack’s cheek. “How was that? Did it satisfy the beast?”

Jack giggles and nods enthusiastically.

“Hey, I’m gonna need to sample one of those kisses myself. Make sure they’re regulation-- standard procedure.”

“Is that right?”

“‘Fraid so,” Dean says with a shit eating grin.

He’s expecting a goofy kiss like the one he gave Jack but Cas uses his thumb to tilt Dean’s chin just so and kisses him deeply.

They break apart when two tiny hands push at their faces and Jack tells them to knock it off.

“This is what Valentine’s Day is all about, champ. Besides, I thought you liked kisses.”

“You guys do it gross.”

Dean smiles and bounces his eyebrows at Cas, who rolls his eyes but can’t hide the small curl of his mouth.

“Perhaps your father will help you write your classmates’ names on the cards while I get dinner ready.”

“I can cook,” Dean says quickly. The thought of Cas’ last attempt at cooking has his stomach churning and he’s pretty sure feeding that toxic waste to Jack would be considered child abuse.

Cas holds up a cardboard box. “It’s frozen pizza.”

“Alright, I’ll do babysitting duty. Just make sure you take the plastic off this time.”

“It’s not babysitting when it’s your own child and that was one time.”

“One time too many,” Dean mutters.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing, dear.”

Cas glares at him. “I expect you to eat a healthy portion of salad along with your pizza tonight.”

“You making it yourself or is it bagged?”

The glare intensifies.

Jack tugs on his sleeve. “Daddy, did you like doing valentine’s stuff in school?”

“Nah, it, uh-- it wasn’t really a thing when I was your age.”

That’s a blatant lie but Dean’s not going to tell him the truth and bum him out. What five year old wants to hear that their dad didn’t do Valentine’s Day exchanges because there was barely enough money for food, let alone candy, and he never really stuck around any school long enough to get included in the holiday stuff. Shit’s depressing.

“So you never got no cards or nothin’?”

“Nope.” Dean never got cards but he did get invited under the bleachers a few times in high school to unwrap a different kind of present. He’s not telling him that either, though.

“That sucks. Can I have a lollipop?”

“Nice try, kid.” Dean taps on the card in front of them. “Get to writing.”

He oversees the careful labelling of the cards, reminding Jack to double check the list of names anytime he spells something wrong and corrects a few backwards letters. They debate who gets what card and Jack complains that he has to give one to Tom who keeps cutting him in line.

Cas rejoins them in the middle of Jack’s impassioned rant, hiding his smile behind his hand.

“While I agree that Tom is a-- what was it you called him?”

“A butthead.”

“Yes, right, a butthead. While I agree he is a butthead, unfortunately I think you need to be the bigger person. Maybe this will even convince him to stop cutting in line and you two can be friends.”

“No way. I don’t wanna be friends with Tom.”

“You never know,” Dean says. “I didn’t like your dad when we first met, but I think he’s a pretty okay guy now.”

Jack looks at him wide eyed. “You didn’t like Daddy?”

“No way, he was a butthead.”

“It was more of a misunderstanding,” Cas explains.

“Oh is that what we’re calling it?”

Cas lifts an eyebrow and stares him down. “What would you call it, Dean?”

Shit, that should not be so hot.

“Not the point; the point is that I didn’t think I would ever like your dad and now we’re married. Things change.”

Jack furrows his brows, considering. “I don’t want to marry Tom.”

Dean snorts. “You don’t have to. In fact, please don’t. His mom is a nightmare.” Cas kicks him under the table. “What! She is!”

“You don’t have to marry him and you don’t have to be friends with him,” Cas says, ignoring Dean completely, “but you do have to give him a card and some candy.”

Jack grumbles but does as he’s told. Dean’s legs are starting to fall asleep but he’s become increasingly aware of how fast Jack is growing up and soon-- way too fucking soon, if you ask him-- he won’t be sitting in his lap at all so he silently resigns to not feeling his legs for the next ten minutes.

“All done!” Jack yells and throws his hands in the air.

“Sweet, now let's stick some candy in these bad boys and call it a night.”

“Wait, there’s a extra, what should I do with it?”

“Is there anyone who’s not in your class that you’d like to give a valentine to?”

Jack gasps and slaps a hand over Dean’s eyes, nearly poking one out in the process. “Close your eyes, Daddy!”

Dean dutifully closes his eyes until Jack tells him he’s finished. He slowly opens one eye and sees the pink card held about an inch from his face.

“For me?” he gasps dramatically.

“Yes!”

The front of the card reads ‘You’re the best!’ and when he opens it, he finds ‘Daddy’ written in some of the neatest handwriting from Jack he’s ever seen. Beneath it he’s signed his name, the K backwards like it always is on his first try.

“I gave it to you because you never had one before and also you’re the best daddy ever, who makes me yummy chocolate chip pancakes and cheeseburgers and does funny voices for bedtime stories,” Jack explains.

Dean wraps his arms around his son and rests his cheek on top of his head, his heart feeling fit to burst. “Thank you, Jack. I’m gonna keep this forever.” And he means it.

“Welcome. Can I have a lollipop now?”

Cas points at Dean. “He gets that from you.”

After the valentines are carefully put away and they’ve had dinner (plastic free and edible, which Cas seems proud of), Jack gets a bath and is tucked in bed. Dean and Cas spend the rest of the night sprawled out on the couch watching reruns of Doctor Sexy and drinking beer. Party city.

When the Doctor Sexy reruns switch to Jeopardy, Dean knows it’s officially midnight.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, I guess.”

They tip their bottles together.

“I hope I didn’t disappoint you by not planning anything,” Cas says, picking at the label on his beer.

“What? No, of course not. We never do anything. I thought we were on the same page about avoiding that shit after our first Valentine’s together.”

They both shudder thinking about the sweaty cupid ‘handshake’.

“We are, but we never actually discussed it and I…” Cas pauses and tilts his head. “I think having Jack around and seeing the world through his eyes, experiencing things in a new way, it makes me wonder if we’re not missing out on some of the little things.”

“Hey, we appreciate lots of the little things-- like you not cooking frozen pizza with the plastic still on.”

“Dean.”

“Okay, okay. So you sayin’ you wanna celebrate now?”

“Sam and Eileen do.”

“Sam and Eileen are saps. And they don’t have a five year old running around.”

Cas makes a sound of agreement and softly strokes the back of Dean’s neck, sending shivers down his spine. “You make a fair point. In all honesty, I don’t want to do anything extravagant but I would like to take the opportunity to remind you how much I love you. Am I allowed to be sappy for a moment?”

Dean clears his throat. “Yeah, I guess you deserve one day to get it all out.” He puts their bottles down and faces his husband. “Lay it on me, big guy.”

Instead of looking annoyed, Cas just looks fond. “You know, it’s ironic that a man as full of love as you are is so quick to dismiss any sentimentality. You are a fascinating creature.” A thumb sweeps under his eye where he’s got permanent dark circles and settles at the corner where his lines get deeper every day. It makes Dean want to squirm but he holds still under the reverent touch. “Perhaps that’s why I never stood a chance.”

“C’mon, man,” Dean says, dropping his eyes to the couch.

“Hush, I’m allowed, I’ll have you know. My husband gave me explicit permission.”

“Well, your husband is thinking about rescinding the offer.”

“I love you.”

Cas says it with such conviction that Dean can’t help but look back at him, at his bright eyes and soft smile; at the evidence of his love written all over his face.

“I love you, endlessly, Dean Winchester. For everything that you are; the good and the bad. From the moment I saw your soul in hell, so bright it was almost blinding, I knew I would never be the same. You breathed life into me, gave me meaning and purpose, taught me the value of love, and you did it all, selflessly, simply by being the man that you are.” Cas draws him close, presses their foreheads together. “I can never give back all that you’ve given me but I promise you will have my love until we are nothing but a forgotten memory, and longer still.”

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and they breath together in the small space between them.

“You can’t-- you can’t just say shit like that,” he whispers.

“And why not?”

“Because it’s not true, first of all.” Cas opens his mouth to argue but Dean covers it with his hand and hurries on. “You’ve already given all of that back and more. God, Cas, if it weren’t for you I’d have been dead years ago. I needed to stick around-- to take care of Sammy, to stop whatever or whoever was trying to end the world next-- but you… you made me want to live. Really live, not just survive, you know? I fuckin’ love you, man.”

Cas pushes Dean’s hand away and presses his lips against Dean’s fervently.

When they finally break apart for desperately needed air, they both pretend they aren’t sniffling like little girls.

“You happy now? Can we go back to not doing this?”

Cas laughs. “I hadn’t planned on making it quite so emotional, I apologize. You always bring out the most in me.”

“Ugh, enough,” Dean groans, shoving Cas’ smiling face away. “You aren’t allowed to say anything even approaching romantic for the next twenty four hours, capiche?”

“I can agree to that, as long as I’m allowed to give you a gift later.”

“I thought you said you didn’t plan anything?”

“It’s nothing big.” Cas’ fingers sneak under Dean’s shirt and trail along his stomach, dipping to his waistband. “I just happened to walk by Victoria’s Secret and see a pair of pink satin panties in the window.”

Dean’s heart beats a little faster. “Oh yeah?” he says breathlessly. “Not gonna lie, that seems more like a present for you.”

Cas hums and leans over Dean, forcing him to lie back on the couch. “Well then I suppose I’ll just have to do whatever you want while you wear them.”

When he kisses him he tastes like cherry candy and Dean thinks could learn to like this holiday.

#spn #destiel #deancas #bend-me-shape-me #sweatercas #rambleoncas #acklesy #alivedean #userpris #usersila #goodthingsclara #shelikestv #hope you guys dont mind me tagging you!!!#sarah writes

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angelthebedsheet · 5 years ago

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Ok but like imagine a 6’8 black girl walking into karasuno gym while the in practice.

a/n: oooh alr this gonna be a headcannon

lets get it!

okay so ms girl you have some backstory.... some LORE

you used to be apart of the third year gang before you had to transfer schools

the boys + kiyoko really missed you yk?

so today you finally came back to karasuno

esp asahi bc you were his home girl

you already knew your way around and saw some of your old classmates from year one

now baby you are a tall girl

like taller than asahi girl

ya legs were lookin real beautiful

now you were on your way to suprise your babies

you knocked on that gym door and suga peeks his head out like

“hello? who is i— MY BABYLOVE!”

this nigga screamed that shit so loud the third years were ALERTED

there’s only one babylove and thats YOU honey

suga damn near jumps you

like he hasnt seen you in so LONG

“i missed you suga! im back for good now!”

“missed you too!! thats amazing!! also. WHY DIDNT YO ASS VISIT ME EARLIER? I HAVENT SEEN YOU SINCE SUMMER LAST FUCKIN YEAR.”

sugamama’s out and he got your ear.

now kiyoko heard ya voice and that girl was zooming

suga and kiyoko pull you into the gym

second years and first years went

DAMNNNNNNN

asahi ran over there and tackled you in a big ass hug

now there’s a doggy pile of third years

and the rest have never been so confused

they havent even gotten a good look at you bc you got JUMPED by the third years

they deadass dropped their shit to get to you

“babylove its been so long!!” - kiyoko

this alr made nishi and tanaka go like 🤨🕶🤏🏽

like “whom?”

how you managed to avoid them is beyond me but girl you got your ways even tho yous a big bitch

kageyama deadass dont really care that much bc volleyball why tf this rando just bust up in here and take the third years....

n e ways

eventually they pull you up

they’re like DAMNNNNN again

bc GIRL YOU TALL TALL

like you can actually give asahi a forehead kiss

(which you have bc aint no damn way if i was in the third year gang i wouldnt give them affection poor baby prolly touch starved)

nishinoya and tanaka’s simp reflexes have kicked in they are def about to say some lightskin ass shit

daichi’s alr on defense

“ahnt ahnt let me introduce her. COACH UKAI can we take a min to introduce her?”

“...fine whatever just dont take too long”

“alr bet”

(i hc daichi, tanaka, and asahi got that negro in em so if you dont like that then suck my dick and you may think bc i am a woman i dont have one but i have a pink di—)

they introduce you

“this is l/n y/n. she was a first year manager with kiyoko until she had to transfer but now she’s back!” goodlooks suga

“any questions?”

“how are you so tall?” hinata

“ask another dumb question like that and i swear to GOD hinata.” sugamama

“can you play volleyball?” kageyama

“yeah i can. i play with ushijima”

I BEG YOUR DAMN PARDON?

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI??? THE MAN WITH THE POWERFUL SERVE???

“what 😀” asahi

“can SHE PLAY WITH US????” - hinata

tsukishima cant even talk shit bc you really could rock his ass

he gotta look up at you he dont want no smoke lmaoaoao

they were just hounding you with questions now and suga a lil peeved bc damn yall cant pay attention in class and ask all these questions but as soon as our babylove comes in yall suddenly got shit to say? 🚶🏽‍♂️

“she’s hot, tall and plays volleyball? i mean shit l/n senpai...” - nishinoya’s thirsty ass

“ahnt I THINK THE FUCK NOT?” - daichi

oop

during this kiyoko just pulls you to the bench so you can just chat with da girlz

aka her and yachi

yachi fumbling and stumbling

like mamas you lookin real scrum-dilly-ious

“i-im yachi hitoka! nice to meet you senpai”

you’ve already adopted her

“i love you now. kiyoko can i take her in”

“she isnt a stray animal babylove.”

yachi’s a lil like???? yall got a poly thang happenin? is this whats going on?

you saw the confusion in her eyes

“they call me babylove since i used to act like like a lovin mother to em and i had a baby face”

(i suffer from baby face syndrome and istg if someone says i look like a lil kid one more time i’m gonna pop off like the fourth of july fym i look like a lil kid bitCH GET OUTTA MY FA— lemme stop being so aggressive in these)

“ooooh”

now we all know nishinoya is DOWN with the melanin.... and you sittin with the gorls lookin all... tasteful and melaninated.

is melaninated a word? i dont know but i will continue to use it even if it isnt

now he suddenly sitting beside you

“hey mamas”

excuse me? i beg your pardon?

“uh hello?”

stage 1 complete he’s now your simp lmao

“you’re beautiful”

“nishinoya if you dont get yo clown ass the FUCK up over here” daichi’s black ass and sugamama

“dAMN I CANT DO SHIT IN THIS FAMILY”

yeah they missed you and you def played volleyball

they made the mistake of letting you play on the team with daichi, suga, and asahi

you bodied they asses

even coach ukai had to hold in that snicker

you damn near beheaded hinata with that spike

that boy hit a note so high ms. ariana grande was given a run for her money

“YESSIRRRRRR” - you

the slangs are out and kageyama has never been so confused

static? bum ass bitch? tf that shit mean

(ny slang be confusing me too homie its alright)

yall right after they lost

but yeah eventually the first years warmed up to you

as soon as you affectionately patted kageyama’s head he was done for

that boy is ✨t o u c h s t a r v e d ✨

you fussed over yama and tsukki and they were sold

yama bc you were really sweet

tsuki? same reason but he aint telling you he said “im taking that shit to the fucking GRAVE”

das all bc baby im blanking out and i’m doing stupid like kaminari after he short circuits

#x black reader #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu x black reader #haikyuu x reader #x female reader #haikyuu #karasuno x reader #karasuno #unrelated but coach ukai is so mf fine??? hello sir i may be asthmatic but i can risk it for you king #lemme not get him a case LMAOAOAOAOAA

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bansept · 4 years ago

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Ichihime Bodyguard AU : night activities

You know what the title means lol NSFW warning

Since it’s a new way of writing, and the characters have a different type of alchemy and dynamic, as well as personality, I was thinking about how they could act on a regular basis. And between each other.

Crude world means crude situations and crude words. Please don’t read if you’re sensitive about this.

Once again, the idea isn’t mine, it's @life-of-the-obsessed 's.

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Eyes. They were everywhere. Some were opening for the first time, watching the bright new world and not understanding a thing from it. Some were glancing at someone curiously, languidly, shyly, so many different ways. But it was always in an interested way. Others were dark with envy, anger and hatred, the cold feeling of their glare cutting through her, trying to open her chest and tear her heart out to stomp on it. Stomp the Queen, make it cease.

Eyes, they were all over her. As much as she was hatred, she was desired too. Boys in their young teenage years, men of her age, old and wrinkled men, all looked at her in interest, not hiding it. Like wolves, or rather pigs, they swarmed around her, made her skin crawl, made her eyes glare daggers. Many times, too many times, she heard remarks that should have been kept quiet about how advantageous her body was. How amazing it looked. How they wished they could manhandle her, force her to her knees so they could abuse her.

They disgusted her to her very core.

Orihime wasn’t afraid of them, of their thoughts and their wishes. Of their ridiculous bodies and minds. She wished she could remain silent and impassive, but all of them, all these men and sometimes women, she hated them.

Had she been allowed to act on impulse, Orihime would have them hanged, their bodies later shown on the public place, a sign with their crimes written on it on their unweaving bodies. Because they were unpunished criminals. It was known, disrespecting women, using the lower ranks the way they so wished it was not denounced, not even frowned upon. The Queen couldn’t do anything about it. Not yet. But when the time would come… Justice would be delivered.

Eyes… She only appreciated a few. Only felt safe, comfortable, at ease when she felt them on her back.

Tatsuki, her oldest friend, had a note of understanding engraved in her dark brown stare. She could understand, always, the injury caused by men. They never were invisible, and Orihime allowed this understanding to heal her.

Rukia, her dear mischievous friend, met on a simple occasion in another country, never let her down. The crown was heavy to bear, and the short woman could relate to a certain degree, the violet of her gaze bringing joy and resolution to her life.

And… Ichigo.

Ichigo’s eyes were different. Nothing could compare to his gentle assessment of her mood, how easily he adapted his body and mind to accommodate the change, how worried they were when things got tough. But even in this situation, he remained stony in appearance. He knew her, knew she couldn’t allow weakness in front of others. Those tender chocolate eyes could grasp her grey ones, capture her attention and stop her words, and the world would make more sense.

She grasped the material in her hand, the sheets overflowing from the space between her fingers. Night had fallen, the dark sky eating the landscape, submerging all of the city mercilessly. Orihime didn’t enjoy the night more than the day : spies, assassins lurked in the shadows easier than in the bright sun, owls always cried out and no dreams popped into her mind.

Orihime sighed, turning around in the bed, staring at the flame flicker with the movement. No. She wouldn’t be able to sleep. Even with eyes heavy with fatigue, her mind was restless.

“Try a bit more. I’m sure that owl will shut up soon.” His deep voice ringed in the room, and the woman’s eyes wandered to his sitting form, on the chair in front of her bed.

A mystery for her: he didn’t sleep. Ever. Never, day or night, she never managed to see him escape the conscious world. Perhaps he only did this when she was bathing with trustworthy people…

Ichigo rolled his eyes at her pensive face and stood up, hands pushing on his thighs, as if he lacked the strength to stand by himself. Ridiculous. The man walked to her bed, and she moved her hips to the side to give him some space.

“Can’t sleep?”

His hands rested in his groin, distancing themselves from the monarch, his face tilted towards her to listen to her every whim. Orihime placed her own hand on his thigh, staring at him.

“No… I don’t think I’ll sleep at all tonight.”

Ichigo chuckled, head turning to the side to shrug his shoulders. Of course she wouldn’t. At the contact of her hand on his clothed thigh, the man gave her a subtle wink before standing up to remove his shoes. Orihime stirred to lay on her stomach, barely having time to reach for the light to play with it before a pair of hands rested on her waist in a trained manner. They knew where to rest, where she would allow them to run freely.

He placed his body on top of hers, without crushing her against her pillows, and Orihime stole a look from the side. Ichigo was still dressed, his shirt just slightly untied to have the skin from his chest peak out.

While Ichigo was still a bodyguard, not a noble, a prince or even an official soldier, he could do all these things, like staying by her bed at night, by her side during the day, could touch her without risking having his fingers chopped off, all of that because she trusted him. It… wasn’t easy to explain. She had seen him fight, watched him stand uninterested in the halls and somehow, Orihime knew he was different. He had saved her life from a gruesome death, helped her trapped mind escape her unhappy condition. It surely wasn’t enough for things to become clear between them, nothing seemed to ever be enough. But it was alright.

After rubbing her back until the knots were gone, until the skin was warm from his contact, Orihime rested one arm under her body, raising her weight so he would move to the side, laying on the side next to her. The young woman sat up, the movement bringing her long auburn hair to her shoulders and on her back, her mass of hair cascading like a waterfall of honey on her pale skin. Her nightgown slipped off her shoulders drastically slowly, to the point where it appeared it had a mind of its own, stopping just on top of her breasts, enough to tease. Her face melted into a curious look as she crawled on top of Ichigo, raising her clothing so she sat comfortably on the man’s lap, enjoying the red reaching his cheeks. Ichigo kept his hands still, not daring to touch anything yet. It was ridiculous to hesitate. Almost as ridiculous as having a starved man wait before eating his favorite meal laid out in front of his eyes.

Orihime grasped his shirt, opening it almost furiously, running fingers and palms on it while she started to rub her groin on his in circling motion. Ichigo strangled a gasp, eyes shooting open to give her a warning look. Of course, there was no danger, or at least, one that could cost her life. He had checked, multiple times : every door, every window, under the bed, over the console, on the ceiling… Nothing could disturb the Queen from touching him, but everything reminded him once again he was… just a man. No one in particular that possessed a rightful claim on her body. Orihime wanted him to be her guard, physically and mentally. He could talk to her, express his opinions, exchange pleasantries with her. Behind closed doors, the young woman would bat an eyelash at him and he’d immediately understand the mood had switched.

She wasn’t using him. Not in the sense of him being just a warm body for the cold nights, but she was taking him by her side because she needed him as he needed her. Ichigo wondered before if she loved him, but never asked. There was no point in that.

The man was pulled out of his thoughts by long, slender fingers traveling to his belly button, Orihime’s eyes watching as they trailed over the few scars on Ichigo’s body. There were some on his back, some small ones on his arms and the most massive one was on his chest, near the center of it. That had almost killed him. She had wept, waiting for him, but he didn’t know. No one could know.

Hands clasped her waist, the incessant rolls of her hips growing stronger as he led her, pressuring her center on his. Orihime smiled, her own hands going back up, under his collarbones, bending her chest on his, the guard not wasting any drop of the spectacle.

“You need sleep. I’ll make sure you’re tired enough.” He whispered almost cheekily, rolling her nightgown higher up, the skin of her thighs and the glistening of her womanhood entirely shown now. Orihime snickered, the sound faint against the chest she laid on. Oh, she knew he could do that.

“Then hurry… I don’t want to wait tonight.”

Ichigo groaned at the words, effectively pushing down his pants off his groin. Orihime helped to take them off his legs before circling her arms around his neck, going for his jugular, nibbling it. Ichigo carefully lifted her bum so it would be comfortably seated on his tightly muscled thighs, his clothed member poking in impatience. He played with the skin of her butt, fondling it gently, caressing it to appreciate the lovely plumpiness of it while his mouth was busy peppering kissed on her shoulder.

Orihime forced her center on him once again, impatient and frowning, the imperious look in her eyes sending shivers down his spine, and causing his hips to rub farther up. She didn’t want to wait, and neither did he.

With a swift movement of his hands, he managed to at least pull his underwear lower, and the woman on top of him gave his jaw an appreciative lick before she pulled away from him, taking things into her own hands. Orihime reached for his cock, rubbing it slightly to tease him more. But before Ichigo could grunt, she had already placed the tip at her entrance, and pushed her hips against his.

Just like before, that first night they had given their bodies to each other, a myriad of emotions rushed through them, from feeling oh so filled, so complete, so warm, to understanding they could never step back. They had always been linked to each other : when Ichigo saved her, when Orihime defended him against her advisors… They were linked by life, for life.

The fact he was buried inside of her, without any regrets, and that she was the one deciding what happened, what moved and what stayed in place, meant nothing changed, whether they were in private or in public. Orihime had complete control over him, and he would obey without blinking, hypnotized by those cold grey eyes only he could warm up.

Ichigo reached for one of her breasts with one hand, the second remaining on her hips to feel her moving. With as much delicacy as his rough fingers could muster, he placed his fingers on the soft skin, feeling its plumpiness, its roundness, and grazed her nipple with his thumb. Orihime muttered a small moan, the tiny touch shooting pleasure straight to her filled core, which made Ichigo chuckle. That smile of his, honest and only for her, made her blush for the first time that night, and she brought her chest closer to his hand, asking for more. The guard complied, feeling the skin before taking the perked peaked between his fingertips, toying with it gently. The rosy bud seemed to automatically react, seeking more caresses, and Ichigo raised his head to capture it in his mouth, the beautiful color and shape of it making his mouth water, more than it ever did in front of any succulent pastries. But then, all of Orihime was better than any of the most extraordinary things in this world.

The monarch gasped when she felt the warm and hot mouth of her lover on her tempted chest, but never ceased her incessant rolls of the hips. He was there, deep in her, with her. Everywhere beside her, under her, next to her. Ichigo was a permanent presence, felt and heard anywhere she went. With him under her as they were now, she could truly hold on to him, grip his shoulders in search of balance and allow him to touch her as he wished. She sensed he was holding back, as he most usually did, and stopped her movements, trying to halt this burning fever that was stirring her belly to simply have her way with him.

Ichigo let go of her nipple and turned a worried gaze to her, a frown reappearing on his forehead.

“What…”

She kissed his lips before he could ask more questions.

For the two adults, kissing was something done between lovers, between two people that were in love with each other. It was a sign of belonging to the other, giving yourself and your soul to them. They didn’t kiss, ever, on the lips, as an unspoken rule. Because neither knew, or wanted to know perhaps, the feelings the other had for them. What would be the point? It wasn’t like Orihime could openly be with Ichigo. Not in this life.

Yet, she kissed him. Willingly. Without the heat that would always come with their… joining. She kissed him with care, tenderness, affection… And he was so lost he kissed her back.

Wordlessly, they kept kissing, moving against the other, Ichigo letting go of her torso to hold her waist, spreading his legs apart, the position making him go deeper into her tight pussy. She whimpered in his mouth, opening it more to pass her tongue on his, and it sent a great shock in both their bodies. With a growl, Ichigo breathed out from his nose and gathered his strength before ramming his hips up and down, drilling the woman on top of him.

Orihime let go of his mouth, lips quivering as she moaned, the sound loud in the stone room. The bucking of his hips felt just right, exactly where he should be, and she didn’t even have to mutter “more” for him to keep going, fast and secure, strong and steady. Tears starting to form in her eyes. She wasn’t certain why : it could be because she felt so damn good, the cock inside her making her see stars, it could be because Ichigo had kissed her back in her moment of weakness… Or maybe it was because she knew it would not happen again.

Ichigo was asleep. She saw it for the first time, the way he laid on the mattress, hand touching her while the rest of his body was prepared to jump into action. The way his eyes were closed, his eyelashes very slightly brushing his cheek. His mouth closed but in a relaxed manner she had never seen. Smiling, she told herself it was probably their night activities that had exhausted him to the point of falling asleep.

It had been… new. In the way he had touched her, careful but free, kind but rough. A mix of too many things bothered her brain, but her sated body kept lying in her pillows, the ache between her legs welcomed.

Had she known Ichigo would bite her inner thighs, she would not have allowed his mouth anywhere near her core, she grumbled, but smiled at the thought.

She would absolutely do it over and over again : kissing him, touching him, allowing him to do as he pleased with her body. As long as his watchful eyes remained on her, watched over her. For, truly, it was only his eyes she could tolerate.

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Oh that was long to write... Damn.

I'm not all that satisfied with how it turned out, because I was hoping to write more smutty goodness; but since smut isn't pron, I guess I do not want to write too explicitly.

I started writing this in.. March, I think? And now we're in May. *insert sweating meme* well well...

The way I understand Orihime's character as life-of-the-obsessed imagined her, is that she has many duties, many things to deal with. Traumas can't be healed by anything but time, but she, unfortunately, doesn't have time for her. So, she is scared/unwilling to trust anyone but Ichigo.

Turns out, Ichigo has a pretty massive crush on her. But she's the Queen, and yeah. Drama.

I will soon update a fanart based on this, once I finish all that coloring and lighting.

#bleach #ichihime #ichigo x orihime #ichigo kurosaki #orihime inoue #ichihime fanfiction #ichihime writing #bodyguard au

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hatsukeii · 5 years ago

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hey! could i request boyfriend! sousuke, makoto and rin headcanons? 💕 thank you!

yusyusyusyusyusssss

lmao I’m straight binging free rn deadass alr done w s2 and it’s been like 2 days

Sorry but Rin>>>>>>>>>>

Anyways onto the headcanons!!

All gender neutral btw:33

*Gifs are not mine:>

🌊Yamazaki Sosuke🌊

- Yikes I feel really bad for not liking him until the end of season two-

- But anyways,

- Sosuke is um... kinda dense I feel like.

- Like he doesn’t really catch up on cues.

- The two of you could be out and there would be these girls staring at him.

- He would literally pay no mind and get confused when you start pulling him away.

- “(Y/n)? I thought you wanted to go into that store?”

- “Sosuke those girls are staring, we can come back later.”

- “Huh? So they’re staring, what’s the deal?”

- “Sosuke wha???”

- Yeah, that.

- But don’t worry, he has eyes for you and YOU ONLY!!

- Lmao I feel like he’s popular with girls but he’ll just turn them down straight up.

- “Sorry, I’m not interested, and I already have a partner.”

- Yike feelsbadman.

- Okay aside from all that, Sosuke is honestly an AMAZING BOYFRIEND LJAHDAWHD-

- He’s very stoic in public, kinda harsh, but he has that one soft spot for you.

- Extra soft spot.

- With you he’s super caring, very sweet, protective, just sjkhncef yes.

- Definitely gets jealous sometimes when you’re getting too touchy feely with another guy.

- God forbid you to hug a guy in front of him.

- He isn’t one to boast or show you off, he’s very lowkey with the relationship.

- Not much PDA, maybe a little bit of hand holding or finger linking but that’s about it.

- When the first years found out you two were dating let me tell you they were shook.

- Momotarou was very, very jealous, to say the least.

- Probably didn’t get intimate until like months into the relationship.

- And no I don’t mean intimate as in sex but like kissing or sth like that.

- It took him some time to warm up to the idea of just a relationship, but kissing? Even longer.

- He had this mindset where it was like oh if I kiss her then I’ll start drifting out of focus and I’ll forget about swimming and then my dream is going to be out of reach and-

- Yeah, he still kissed you so...

- When he found out about his shoulder you were the first one he turned to.

- He couldn’t let other people find out, but he trusted you.

- Awww he was devastated.

- He definitely didn’t cry for hours.

- And he definitely didn’t make your shirt wet from crying.

- And he absolutely did not refuse to let go of you at night when the two of you were about to sleep.

- Great boyfriend material, 9/10 would recommend bc of the obliviousness.

🐢Makoto Tachibana🐢

- He’s the man.

- Like THE MAN.

- You’ve reached the top of the list.

- God DAMN HE IS SUCH A GOOD BOYFRIEND.

- He’s genuinely caring, understandig, a tiny bit awkward, super sweet, if husbando material was a person, this would be it.

- He likes PDA definitely, but not like extreme PDA.

- Hand holding, maybe an arm around your waist, occasional peck on the cheek in public, about that.

- Not one to show you off but wouldn’t mind doing that if anyone asked about it.

- “Yeah, I do have an amazing partner, thanks for asking.”

- Likes it when you play w his hair!!

- He’s just so supportive of everything you do oh god.

- You like gaming? Hell yeah, he’s cheering you on. You’re an artist? Draw him like one of your French boys. You’re a dancer? Hypes you up when you’re busting it down.

- Awww and he’s such a dork too!!

- If you guys have a movie night, pick a horror movie.

- Baby is so scared of the paranormal that he’ll be clinging to you throughout the entire thing.

- “Mako, it really isn’t that scary-”

- “We’re moving out if this apartment is cursed.”

- “Mako you don’t even live here yet.”

- Jumps so hard at jumpscares and just shoves his head into your neck even further.

- It’s like an extra cuddle session.

- Except you’re laughing your ass off and he’s so scared that his soul probably left his body.

- Very soft spoken, and he hates to argue.

- I mean if you guys fight you’d usually just feel bad and apologise first.

- *cough because he usually never picks the fights.

- Lots of bear hugs and cuddles!!

- Is the big spoon, will forever be the big spoon.

- Okay he tries to cook he really does.

- But he’s so clumsy oh god.

- Usually results in the food being weirdly sweet, or an entire bag of cheese accidentally dumped onto the floor.

- Thank god he hasn’t burned the apartment down yet.

- Just help him cook man he can’t do it himself.

- Good at pretty much everything else though.

- Actually enjoys doing domestic stuff.

- I feel like some of the swim club members were jealous of you-

- Okay maybe not jealous but definitely envious.

- Honestly it seems like they would happily take your place and date Makoto but can you really blame them??

- Overall 10/10 because he seriously tried to sell your apartment on eBay once after a horror movie.

🦈Rin Matsuoka🦈

- Oh god where do I even start.

- ROMANTIC.

- SUCH A CLASSIC ROMANTIC.

- THAT SHIT IS LITERALLY CANON AND I LIVE FOR IT.

- Definitely PDA.

- Will kiss you in front of people just to piss them off.

- Shows you off ALL THE TIME.

- “Oh you can cook? Well so can my partner.”

- “Oh you need help with maths? My partner’s amazing at it gimme a second lemme call them.”

- Lmao it kinda annoys the swim club.

- “Rin senpai, we know you’re not single, you don’t have to rub it in...” ~Momotarou

- Does he care? No.

- Cheeky little shit, I love him-

- Will get jealous very, very easily.

- “Babe, that dude was looking at you weird, can we leave and come back?”

- “Awww is my baby Rin jealous~?”

- “Shut up:)”

- Will not hesitate to fight anyone that hurts you.

- Takes you on the cheesiest dates.

- Beaches, stargazing, nice restaurant, libraries, anything that he’s seen in those old romance movies.

- And he’s such a gentleman when it comes down to it too.

- Holds the door open, gives you piggyback rides if you’re tired, literally kisses the back of your hand before every date, you name it.

- Oh my god I’m so in love w this cheesy awkward dork-

- He’s got a lotta shit bottled up so do expect him to get moody at times.

- Nothing a good cry and cuddle session can’t fix though.

- Likes to feel you curled up against his chest while he plays with your hair.

- Presses your head closer so you can feel his heartbeat just like those kdramas portray it it’s not like he watches them or anything-

- If he’s crying then you’re gonna have to do the cuddling.

- Do the same to him as he does for you when the two of you cuddle.

- Except also stroke his hair and tell him everything’s gonna be okay.

- He needs someone to show that they care thanks for coming to my ted talk.

- When you’re upset he’ll probably start crying too.

- He can’t stand to see someone he cares about upset.

- Hypes you up whenever he gets the chance.

- Will do stupid shit just to see you smile.

- He’s actually very emotional and sensitive, so please take care of him.

- The dynamics in the relationship though like wow they’re insanely good.

- The two of you are just straight vibing.

- Overall 11/10 because I’m clearly biased😌💅.

#free! iwatobi swim club headcanons #free! iwatobi swim club #free! imagines #free! x reader #free! rin #free! sosuke #free! makoto #rin matsuoka headcanons #rin matsuoka x reader #rin matsuoka #sosuke yamazaki #sosuke yamazaki x reader #sosuke yamazaki headcanons #makoto tachinaba #makoto tachibana headcanons #makoto tachibana x reader #manga #anime #x reader

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claudemblems · 5 years ago

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Felix/Claude/Ferdinand + Sick S/O Headcanons

Some Three Houses boys taking care of their sick S/Os! Inspired by me wishing I had one of them to take care of me when I was feeling awful earlier this week lol

Felix Hugo Fraldarius

We all already know that Felix isn’t really an overly affectionate person. He has his own ways of showing affection and on his own terms

So when you’re sick and you have to remind him that he can’t kiss you, he’s just like, “Oh, right…” and leaves it at that

It really didn’t seem like that big of a deal. You’d rest for a few days until you were better, and then he’d be able to kiss you and spar with you whenever he wished

What he didn’t expect, however, was to come to the realization that being unable to kiss you was slowly driving him up the wall

He’d find himself unconsciously leaning in to kiss you, and you would have to push him away each time. And each time, he only got more and more frustrated

Felix never imagined he’d be so desperate for a chance to kiss you. So what if you were sick? It didn’t necessarily mean you were contagious

And him? Getting sick? Like a little cold could really do him in. He’d fought off worse

It was odd to watch Felix get so irritated that he couldn’t be all lovey with you, but it warmed your heart all the same. It was also the perfect opportunity to tease him, forcing him to stare at your lips that were only inches from his and not allowed to be touched

Eventually he’d come to the point where he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. You had pushed him back, reminding him once again that he shouldn’t kiss you. But it only led to him pinning down your hand and slamming his lips against yours, making up for all that time he’d been unable to kiss you senseless

And just like you predicted, he ended up getting sick, and now he had to refrain from kissing you all over again

Claude von Riegan

Claude can’t kiss you because you’re sick? That’s a shame. You look so darn cute with your red cheeks and sleepy face that it takes a lot for this man to not smooch you right then and there

However, he’s not out here willing to get sick. For the sake of both of you, you’ll just have to wait until you’re better before he can shower you with all the kisses you could possibly want

In the meantime, he tries to keep the both of you busy. Staying in bed doing nothing obviously doesn’t sound like fun for you, and with you under the weather, Claude doesn’t have anyone to concoct new schemes with

Claude tries to find some loopholes that will allow him to love on you without getting sick in the process. A quick kiss on the back of your hand instead of your lips, treating you to a nice cup of tea while maintaining a safe distance, locking his fingers with yours while he sits nearby and pours himself into more history and research

Even Claude will get a bit fidgety after a while and tell you to get better faster. He’s got so much love to give you and yet he can’t even cuddle beside you without fear of getting hit with a cold himself

He starts to miss his midday naps with you, times spent in the library where you would rest your head on his shoulder as he read, where he would drop you off at your room and kiss you goodnight. This man may not seem like it at first, but he’s become quite the hopeless romantic

Once you’re better and back to your old self, you’ll find Claude glued to your side even more than before. He’s just relieved to see you acting like yourself again and knowing he can smother you with all the affection you deserve

If it is ever the other way around, Claude will definitely whine constantly about how you can’t kiss or cuddle him. He might become a little more needy when he gets sick...

Ferdinand von Aegir

Ferdinand lives for your affection and loves giving even more back to you. This boy is going to be like a sad puppy when he can’t be close to you because you’re sick :(

I think we can all agree that Ferdinand is literally husband material. He’s already catering to your every need, bringing you water and warm blankets before you even have to ask

Taking care of you is something that he’s realized he loves to do for you. It’s a great feeling when he can act as your protector

He’s in your room every day after class, recounting what Byleth taught that day over a nice cup of tea. He’s ever at your side, keeping you up-to-date but also just keeping you company. Talk to him about anything; you’ve got his full attention

Byleth or Hubert might actually have to drag him out of the room when he loses track of time. He feels so bad leaving you alone, but your reassurance and words of encouragement give him the strength to continue his training as he aims for the top

Ferdinand is even more tender and sweet when you’ve dozed off. He knows he can’t get too close, but he can’t help but gently brush the stray strands of hair behind your ear, heart filled to the brim at your peaceful sleeping expression

He presses the sweetest lingering kiss to your face, praying for your quick recovery

When you’re all better, Ferdinand will be glued to your side and showering you in even more affection and hugs and kisses, if such a thing is possible

You’re Ferdinand’s whole world. He just can’t help but remind you every chance he gets

#fire emblem three houses x reader #fire emblem three houses headcanons #fire emblem three houses #claude von riegan #claude x read #felix hugo fraldarius #felix x reader #ferdinand von aegir #ferdinand x reader

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ktheist · 4 years ago

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FROM THIS POST

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

i do! it wasn't always like this before buy i'm glad my relationship with them improved <3

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

me mom bc i luv her

03: Do you regret anything?

my wasted potential oof

04: Are you insecure?

who isn't?

05: What is your relationship status?

i'm taken!! by meeeeeee!!!

06: How do you want to die?

in my sleep because i won't notice i'm dying - or will i realize i died when i wake up? oof

07: What did you last eat?

a popia, i think it's a traditional food here.

08: Played any sports?

breathing is a sports

09: Do you bite your nails?

thankfully, no!

10: When was your last physical fight?

been a long while, last fight i remember is wrestling the tv remote from my bro and we were like kids and i'm old now ):

11: Do you like someone?

like someone i can potentially get or someone i can never? min yoongi and jeon jungkook ):

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

oof i don't think so but i might once i get desperate enough to take some adderall

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

at first i thought i don't but now that i really think about it, there's this one dude who, every time i think about him, makes me wanna puke bc of his shit hygiene and we got preeeeetty close at some point

14: Do you miss someone?

nopee

15: Have any pets?

my demons uwu

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

as of 15th dec, ya girl is tideeeee

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

naw that shit nastyy

18: Are you scared of spiders?

TERRIFIED

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

yes omg

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

at my ex's place before he left the country

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

work and sleep and hopefully sleep some more

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

five is too many but i'll start off w one kitty and adopt more from there!!!

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

none, i'm a puthy ):

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

english / research / acadamia. potato potato yk

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

i shudder at the idea of meeting people from my pasts lol

26: What are you craving right now?

i’m always craving for ramen!!

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

yes and no? it didn’t feel like a real relationship lmao

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

i wouldn’t say make since i asked them about why they did sumn sketchy and they ended up crying

30: What’s irritating you right now?

the shitload of work that i have ):

31: Does somebody love you?

meeee and ig my parents luv me

32: What is your favourite colour?

maroon, deep blue and grey!!

33: Do you have trust issues?

omg yes how did you know

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

i don’t remember but i usually like my dreams bc it’s like watching a fantasy movie lmaooo

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

i don’t cry in front of people

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

i give out third chances lmaooooo

but ig it works out bc if they mess up after the third, then it’s bye bye for good bc they dead to me

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

to forget wooooooooo if you mess up then you’re dead to me

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

nah bro its 2020

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

legal

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

outside like in public or just in my house? bc if the first, then neverrr

51: Favourite food?

ramen yumm

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

depends lol sometimes things just happen to inconvenience me and i don’t appreciate the person who caused it

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

scroll my ipad

54: Is cheating ever okay?

depends lol, are you both cheating and aware of it? then yes. if only one party’s cheating and being sneaky? no i hope they get pooped by a bird every time they go out

55: Are you mean?

idk ): sum say i come off too strong but it’s only been them puthy ass men that’s said that

56: How many people have you fist fought?

my bro

57: Do you believe in true love?

yes for self-love and no for romantic kind of love, maybe for familial love

58: Favourite weather?

livin in a hot and humid country makes you appreciate the rain a bit more!!

59: Do you like the snow?

they look magical in tv!!

60: Do you wanna get married?

yea sure if the dude fits me. i don’t believe marriages are supposed to be a compromise, if you have to change something to fit the other, then that’s not really a good reason to keep being tgt for me.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

eh it’s okay

62: What makes you happy?

sleeping!!

63: Would you change your name?

i would... to cara (;

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

idk man, i don’t have any problems but depends if they wanna ykwim?

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

noooooo best friends are best friends for a reason!!!

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

no but oh well i’m v comfortable w my girlfriends alr

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

uh, besides my dad and bro, ig this one friend from high school who’s like super chill

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

a friend on tumblr by the name of my fav day; rain ((((:

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

ig? i mean if they fit you then they fit you. 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

me mommy bc i appreciate her sm <3

#answered sum questions bc i want to #but i don't like how my answers go from large fonts to small fonts #takes away the aesthetic yk #might private this post after i get tired of it #cara the clown #wooo #vibe check

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tartagliaxx · 4 years ago

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lol i hope you dont mind me placing it utc bc my reply got really, really long... so long i can just hear people in bg telling me to stfu... love you tho babes <3

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OMG BBY AHAHAHAHAHA IM SO SORRY I FORGOT ABT THE RINGS— dw tho cuz i alr got them marriage papers so just sign right over here 🖋 also, you dk how big my smile is while reading through your ask im— my heart is so soft 4 u 🥺

all barbie movies were made on crack but istg princess charm school was made w ten times more crack than usual. harry potter boo’s dance break carried the whole movie, sorry i dont make the rules. and also, PORTIA. that’s the tweet. her entire existence is a mood and a blessing no wonder you kin her.

the only thing i liked abt nutcracker was the ending and the fact that im not even kidding—

mm yeah bbyg u know imma treat you like that— asjajkdakdakjdhka PLS im busting a lung. ngl tho fashion fairy tale ken is the only ken that i didn’t immediately want to punch out of reflex. that ken? *chefs kiss* majestic, monumental, a freaking miracle. give me a man like ken who would intrude on a fashion runway to express his undying love for me. can i also mention that this movie is my second pick so i would like to return the compliment and say u have SUPERB taste.

valid response. the first movie i watched w stacy in it made me walk out. dont remember which one tho. i dont think i watched rock n royals so maybe that came after the 12 princesses thing? i remember skipping that movie and all the others that followed it.

YESSS. RAQUELLE. girl crush omg and mhmm very good taste in music too btw!

childe to your stinky feet comment: “just to set the record straight, i do wash my clothes.” (its a line from that movie if u dont remember ajsdak). honestly the whole movie feels like a fever dream. it’s like... mean girls turned... something. but thats what makes it so memorable tho

imagine: you catch fatui bf childe singing the twins’ hits. your face morphs into confusion as you eat your mashed potato. your dog rolls its eyes in utter disgust. congrats. you unintentionally role played one of the most iconic scenes in the movie.

awwwww bby thats so sweet of u to say!! im glad i was able to make you happy :))) i shall honorably take the position you kindly offer me and wear it w pride. speaking of which, i should probs rewatch too. and yes!! the bloopers made the movies sm better!! im actually surprised some people didnt know abt them or how barbie was actually an actress.

oooooooh!! genshin band au 😏 do send.

my day is going relatively well? i didnt do much today aside from doing my carrd and stuff. my proper main team is diluc, zhongli, mona, venti BUT! the one that i’ve been running is composed of xiao, mona, xiangling and diona bc im tryna get their namecards. im pulling for childe, yes but i only have 49? pulls i think (its making me so sad oml). i rlly like the windblume festival. it’s like checking up on old friends and stuff. i enjoyed the very chill atmosphere and yknow... seeing hot bby boy kaeya once again. i feel rejuvenated. also the cutscenes!! i love em. uhh i simp for everyone ngl. but at the top of that list are teyvat’s boygroup, teyvat’s big mommas, xiao and albedo. yknow,,, like any sane person.

man,, anon, you and i share one braincell im cackling— i dont think i laughed this hard in a while,, did u see that childe au! preminger pic an anon sent me? pls i need a therapist.

#lei.answers #withlove.🦋💞

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ljnuwu · 6 years ago

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heartthrob!jeno

summary: heartthrob!jeno wants his habits to die but all his attempts to show you always seem to go wrong

genre: fluff(?), angst

warnings: cliche, like SUPer cliche, horrible grammar, cursing, kinda long(?) depends the kind of reader you are ig, not proofread

lee jeno amirite

alr so naturally being lee jeno everyone loves you

like how could you nOT love him its like impossible

now there are like a few people who don’t and that’s ok just live your life yknow

now lee jeno is like really really loveable

you know those situations where people are so nice that you want to kill them? that’s like everyone @ jeno minus the wanting to kill

instead it’s wanting to protect him at like all costs which is reasonable

ok so onto his dating life

jeno has a record of dating someone for like a solid one to three-ish weeks maybe the longest he’s ever dated anyone was like five weeks everyone thought he’d stay with them but it ended up breaking up so like :/

no one knows why jeno is like this like he drastically changed like kinda in the middle sophomore year

like he went from a shy boy who couldn’t even look at a girl without blushing to this like confident boy that could make anyone’s heart flutter by just breathing

ok so like onto you

you actually were partners with jeno on a project in like the first half of sophomore year so like you know the og jeno yknow 😔

you also had like a minor crush on him at that time but we don’t talk about that

at first, you didn’t believe the rumors but then you saw/heard it with your own eyes & ears

you remember it so vividly like woah

it was like maybe march or april of sophomore year when you were late to class and just didn’t bother going lmao

so you were wandering around the school building and you thought you were the only one bc everyone had a class at that time so like you were kinda shocked to hear some voices in the hallways

so you wanted to be nosy bc like why not jsjd

alr so this is what you heard 😳

“hyejin, what don’t you get? why do i have to repeat myself so many times to you?!”

“because i don’t get it! we’re literally perfect for each other!”

at this point you kinda regret eavesdropping so you try to leave quietly

“it’s simple i don’t love you, i never did and i never will. please, did you think this would last forever? i only date for the thrill and when it’s gone so am i”

as much as you hated to admit it, you felt a little pang in your heart when you heard the boy’s words

how could someone live like that? but then again, who were you to judge how someone lived their life

“screw you, lee jeno!”

your eyes widen when you heard the name that was yelled out by the girl

lee jeno?? the shyest boy on earth broke someone’s heart???? really??

at this time you didn’t know jeno was gonna be a new resident heartthrob at your school cause you’re kinda slow with news

your friends weren’t even surprised when you asked why there were so many sad girls, seeing as you can be pretty oblivious sometimes :// me too dw 😔

so they were like jeno became like a fboi/heartthrob/heartbreaker something like that over night

and you were like :0 bc you knew as jeno as the like really shy and nice guy who’s smile was like so adorable and made you want to protect you know 😔

alr so now to the present like two-ish years later it seems that jeno’s goal is to break like every girl’s heart at least in your grade yknow he’s going a grade at a time guys ghksd

so you were his next target *sad emoji* how did you know this? well it seemed that he popped up next to your locker like everyday since school started back up after summer break lol

he’d usually greet you with a good morning or pickukp line

today’s was “aside from being absolutely breathtaking what do you do for a living?”

“well, i don’t really have a job but i am a student which means if i spare you any more of my breath i’ll be late to class. see you later heartthrob!”

with that you zoom up the stairs and to your next class

so class is over and it’s the ONLY class you share with jeno and like a third of his friends

the class was,,, overwhelming to say the least

from the girls swooning at literally everything jeno does to his friends being loud

yall know how loud like three of the members in dream are so 😔🖐

ok so this teacher is pretty chill and lets students like sit wherever which you at this moment realize is a mistake so you’re just hoping some girl at least tRiES to grab jeno’s attention and convince him but it seems luck isn’t on your side and all of the girls just seem to starstruck by jeno breathing

so he sits next to you surprise surprise

and every time he’d tried to talk to you you’d ask the teacher a question, pretending not to hear him every time

at this point jeno got kinda annoyed but he just inhaled and exhaled, he could do this

when he was going to ask you something or flirt with you the bell rang

you didn’t pack up quickly like jeno expected- no you wanted to confuse him or maybe annoy him furthermore so when you’re practically done packing up you turn to him and say, “i miss the old shy and sweet jeno, don’t you? isn’t this whole heartthrob thing kinda tiring at times?”

and jeno was like shook no one’s ever said that to him like woah yknow

he just kinda stayed frozen looking at you he was like: 👁👄👁 lmao jskfdj

so you just offer a smile and rush to your next class instantly regretting all your life decisions and when you get to your next class you sit down and your shoulders slump and you just bang your head on the desk yknow like jinsoul in that one live yeah :/

meanwhile jeno is still in the classroom stuck standing at that same spot and just staring at space

“hey jeno you alright bro?”

“jun shut up i think he’s having a realization moment”

“wtf is that?”

“idk i just wanted to tell you to shut up”

and so renjun and hyuck start fighting and then jeno was like

“guys, do you miss the old me?”

“you mean the shy guy in freshman and like the first half of sophomore? nah you’re way cooler no-”

“hyuck literally shut up for oNCE oh my god”

“why should i”

“he doesn’t mean it you know we all miss the old you jeno, but who you choose to be is all up to you”

“woah that’s some deep shit renjun”

“i know bro”

so like time skip to lunch everyone starts whispering when you enter the cafeteria and you were confused but then you sense a presence next to you and you can’t help but roll your eyes

does this guy just not give up?

so you sit at your table with your friends who give you pity looks and they eventually scoot a bit away from you and jeno

some friends they are 😔

and you just start eating ignoring jeno because you don’t really know what to say?? like ok jsjf

you’re kinda awkward and don’t know how to start a conversation with someone who wants to break your heart so it’s obviously gonna be a bit awkward yknow ://

then jeno just like clears his throat and is like “we were partners for a project in sophomore year, yeah?”

to say you were surprised that he remembered that is an understatement but like your pride got the best of you and so you were like, “you can remember that but you can’t remember the last three girls you dated? interesting”

jeno poor boi chokes on his food like jaemin in that one video yknow

but he just nervously laughs and decides he should just give up but like his pride man

“why don’t we go somewhere after school?”

“are you asking me on a date lee jeno?”

“yes i am, you do know i’m not as shy as before, right?”

“trust me, i know that all too well” you mumble giving a tight smile you think jeno didn’t hear but he did and he thinks back to your words, it has gotten quite tiring and not to mention lonely doing this whole heartthrob thing

“well, are you going to answer my question?”

“hmm sure why not”

jeno was surprised by your answer but you just gave in knowing he won’t stop annoying you until you give in and you’d rather have a very peaceful school year

so time skip school is over and everyone collectively sighs in relief when the school gates are open

you’re not surprised when you see jeno at the school gates waiting for you,,,,, with a bunch of girls surrounding him, asking him questions in their honey voices so you just stand there and watch him suffer at his attempts to tell them he’s got somewhere to go or smth like that

he catches you looking at him and his situation laughing, i mean you were pretty amused by his situation but eventually you got bored and walked out of school and on your way to a cafe where you usually go to study

you don’t expect jeno to show up next to you out of breath, looking like a lost puppy

“finally got out of the hands of your adoring fangirls i assume?” you ask

you couldn’t help but smile at your own comment

“wouldn’t you like to know”

“actually i wouldn’t”

“so where to now?” jeno asks looking ahead changing the subject

you giggle again and quicken your pace

jeno finds your giggle,,, what’s the word... cute?

no impossible

all the girls he’s been with had cute giggles

so why did he feel butterflies erupt in his stomach when you giggled? werid lmao

so yall made your way to the cafe and once you get there you immediately get your notes and stuff out

once you got everything settled and stuff you mumble a quick stay here to jeno so you can order and jeno can save your spot bless him

so you order and stuff (i don’t really go to cafes and places like that often so that’s why i’m so awkward sorry)

once you settle back down in your seat you offer a sip to jeno and he reluctantly takes the cup and sips the drink he’s surprised at how good it is tbh same 😔

so once he sets your drink back down next to you you look up at him expectantly

“good, right?”

he simply nods and looks like he’s trying to solve all his life problems (me too bro)

you quirk your brows which jeno found REALLY CUTE LIKE REALLY REALLY CUTE HOW IS SOMEONE SO CUTE but shrug it off and go back to reviewing your notes while jeno contemplates the world’s exsistence

“so was that indirect kiss intentional or?”

you look up at him while you’re drinking your coffee with wide eyes but unlike jeno, you don’t choke you just set your drink calmly at least that’s what it looks like but inside you’re screaming

“if we’re going to be talking and possiblly even dating for two weeks might as well become more friendly” you respond looking at him dead in the eye

and at this moment jeno realized you had guts like bro no one he’s ever dated was that bold

and so he just smiles yknow that smile i’m sure you know that smile

and so once you’re done studying and stuff idk you go back home and jeno offers to walk you home and you were like sure bc it’s not like he’ll take no for an answer

so the next day !

and on his way to school he thinks about all his life choices so far

and one of them is this heartthrob thing

is it really worth it? does he really want to continue committing to his goal i mean is the goal that important

deep shit like that yknow

and then he decided he’ll continue his goal bc why not

so when he got to school he waited at your locker for a WHILE

jeno almost gave up waiting but when he saw you rushing through the school doors his face literally lit up and he stood a little straighter

he’s whipped wbk

so he looks down at his phone rereading the pick up line he found on the internet

when you opened your locker you were like, “sorry to keep you waiting, i missed the bus and just made for a run for it. sorry for being late, babe.”

hfhsjk i just cringed typing that hNGn ok

so boi jeno was like shook and made that noise yknow the eH

and you just smile and it seems your timing is always perfect bc then the bell rings

so time skip to like a week later

by this time you’ve gotten used to jeno and jeno has gotten used to you and how you can sometimes be bold like REALLY bold lmao

and you get used to jeno being awkward and cute and his pick up lines but i mean you got used to it immediately bc that was how the old jeno™

so you guys are just walking with ice cream (cliche i know 😔)

so there’s this ice cream parlor that’s pretty close to your school and a lot of students go there so that’s why you’re not that surprised to see a bunch of familiar faces as you walk out of the parlor but you become aware of the fact that you are walking and holding hands with the lee jeno™ and so you kinda loosen your grip on jeno’s hand and look down at the ground

jeno notices this and immediately grabs your hand again, lightly squeezing it to reassure you everything is fine :)

and that’s when you hear it

“lee jeno got a new girlfriend already? guess i was too late”

“don’t worry they probably won’t even last two weeks”

“how much you wanna bet they won’t even last one week”

and then your mood drops even more :(((

you think that jeno doesn’t hear it but he did and he’s >:(

and that’s when he decides that you will be first person he will love and no one else his first and last amirite

it’s not like he’s forcing himself to love you bc he’s well one his way

everyone can see how he’s whipped for you but they still doubt it’ll last :/

so while he’s deep in thought he doesn’t realize that you’ve just stayed in that same spot after hearing those girls and when jeno realizes this he rushes to your side and takes your hand in his

then you look up at him in somewhat surprise and he just smiles

“i promise you that i will love you and only you, you’ll be my first and last love” (can you hear me dying and cringing while typing this?)

you can see the sincerity in his eyes and voice when he says this to you and you were like, “ayyy that’s a bit cringe even for you heartthrob no?”

he just chuckles softly and you can’t help but smile

believing him at that time may have been your worst mistake

“soooo, how would you feel being my girlfriend?”

“why not, heartthrob”

scratch that, that was you’re worst mistake

so a week later everyone is surprised to see jeno pursuing a girl for that long yknow i don’t even know what this is anymore shfjls ok

so when it’s revealed you are official the whole school starts placing bets to see how long yall would last and although you’re kinda :( you immediately go :) bc you remember jeno’s words and decide no one needs to believe yall would last only you two. yknow cliche and cheesy stuff like that bc love has you blinded sis

and so when you finally get to your locker you see jeno,,,, followed by a bunch of girls begging to break up with you and get with them and he just smiles and nods

cause that’s all the poor boy knows, smiling and nods and then he spots you and his face immediately lights up and you just give him a tight smile and a questioning look bc how are you gonna get to your locker with all these girls in the way

you don’t want to be rude or anything so you just try your best to push through the crowd

when you finally get to your locker jeno’s attention goes to you and what you start doing, ignoring all the girls trying to get his attention lmao

eventually the crowd thins out and you just look to him with a slight smirk

“the heartthrob title seems to follow you everywhere, huh?”

“i really wanna drop it for you, yknow”

“hmm i can tell”

you both just share a knowing smile and it’s so cute omg uwu

and so time skip to like lunch and you’re sitting with your friends after you had an agreement with jeno to let you sit with your friends this time around and he just obeys like a little puppy jskj

“what did he tell you that has you so whipped?” your friend finally starts with a slight smirk

and you’re just like hmm? and look up from your food

you aren’t necessarily into love but neither are you heartless you get me?

so you explain to them what jeno said to you that day in the shortest way possible and they just look at each other

and you’re left clueless like, what?

and finally one of your friends speak up

“you don’t believe him right? he says that to like every girl when they’re unsure if they want to get with him”

and you’re just like ‘oh’ and look at your food

you can’t believe you actually believed his words

you’re mad at jeno, sure but more mad at yourself for believing him so you just nod at your friends

as if to tell them you understood

so skip to where you confront jeno :0

“you think you can lie to me and just simply get away with it?” you look jeno dead in the eye and he’s just caught off guard by your words and your voice

“w-what do you mean?”

“don’t play games with me lee jeno. you know i thought something could actually come out of this, if not a relationship then at least a friendship! all you know is how to lie to someone jeno. i’m not going to waste my time on a relationship built off of lies.”

jeno is left speechless, what did you mean? why are you suddenly acting like this? wasn’t everything fine last time you guys talked

you seeing his confused face you decide to explain furthermore

“that whole first and last speech was just something you recited to every girl, wasn’t it?”

jeno doesn’t respond for a while and just looks at you, searching for what you’re feeling but it seems he can’t figure out what it is you’re thinking

you take his silence as him agreeing with your question

you scoff and decide you’ve had enough of lee jeno today and start walking home

you weren’t surprised when lee jeno didn’t follow you

the next day at school you don’t see jeno at your locker and you just shrug it off

when you open your locker an envelope falls out and you hesitantly pick it up

you open it and start reading it because your curiosity got the best of you

dear y/n, i’m sorry for not following you home when it’s pretty dangerous for a beautiful girl like you to go on your own. not that you aren’t perfectly capable of protecting yourself but it would calm my heart a bit if i knew you got home safely. i just want you to know that i wasn’t bluffing when i told you that. i may have said something along the lines of those words but that doesn’t mean i didn’t mean it with you. you are probably the only person that has told me they missed the new me. when you told me that you really put me through a spiral of thoughts. one of them being what happens if i just drop this whole heartthrob thing? then what will happen. maybe i can actually find love in this highschool, highschool sweethearts are always interesting stories to tell. that’s when i realized that it could be you. someone who has seen the old me and even misses it. which, if i’m being honest i kinda do too. this is getting too long ahhhh. what i’m trying to say is that i will truly love you and only you.

sincerely, lee jeno

you hear someone clear their throat next to you and you look up to see jeno himself with a single rose which you gladly take lmao

“give me another chance?”

“three dates starting tomorrow, all at the diner we went to. don’t be late”

“r-right of course”

the next day was a saturday and you were waiting for jeno

“hey! i know you said not to be late but something came up with my family and i couldn’t get out of helping-”

“i get it, it’s fine jeno” you smile, letting this slide

you get it, family situations are always hard to get out of

the second day was sunday and you were waiting for jeno

you start regretting ever talking to that boy, it seemed like he didn’t even care at this point

maybe that letter was nothing but lies as well

you hear a bell ring, signaling someone had entered the diner

you look up and see jeno searching for you with worried eyes

he was about to open his mouth to give you a reason but you just nod and smile, “it doesn’t matter right now, what matters is that you’re here now”

jeno just nods his head and reluctantly agrees with you

the third and final day was monday and you were once again, waiting for lee jeno

it just so happens that he ended up getting detention today so he was going to be late

at least that’s what he texted you

when you hear the door open you see jeno and you decide he’s not worth your time anymore

jeno tries his best to explain to you why he’s got detention but all you can look at are his crinkled clothes and the lipstick stains all over his face and neck.

he realizes you’re staring at his face. he raises his forefinger hesitantly up to his left cheek and looks down at it, only to realize what you’ve been staring at this whole time.

when he looks up to where you stood, he tries once again, to explain but it seems the words are just stuck in his throat.

“it’s okay, old habits die hard.” you spoke, offering him a smile and walking out of the diner, leaving a defeated jeno.

he really wanted this to work

he really wanted to give you all the love you deserved

but nothing seems to go his way

being known as a heartless boy who gives up on trying to love or even having a relationship seems fitting for him, right?

a/n: this is crap and the ending was kinda rushed sorry :( this is my first bulleted scenario and i really enjoyed it! it turned out to be longer than i expected it to be lmao but please do drop some more requests!1! hopefully this will be a filler til i get my phone back jsjdf (part two? i’m jk skks)

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sea-side-scribbles · 5 years ago

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Sympathy For A Downer

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22737214/chapters/63552727

Chapter 29

Nick had tried to resist the scotch but he was already in a tipsy state when his band came back, looking like they were in the same state as him.

"Hi Nickie, have you been a good boy?", they greeted him, who was relaxing on the couch.

"And you?," he replied. "You spent a lot of time on this too."

"Well, this Hastings guy was surprisingly hard-drinking," Chris said smirking, making Nick shoot up.

"What did you do to him?"

"Nothing. We just had a good time," Brad assured him with an innocent tone. "Just like you had yesterday."

Matt, who sat down on the armrest of the couch, added: "You know very well that you can't trust reporters as long as they are sober."

That made the others laugh.

"But he's alright," Nick insisted.

"Oh yeah, very alright", Chris agreed. "He's adorable, right Morrie?"

Morrie rolled his eyes.

"I'm delighted," he said dryly.

Nick pouted.

"Great. I'm giving you the chance to be in the press and you have no better idea than to scare the reporter away."

„Nah, I think we've been exceptionally nice to him.", Brad replied.

"No offense, but I think your judgement in the matter of kindness is a bit unreliable," Nick said dryly, but he didn't ruin Brad's mood at all.

"Perhaps. But this time there's three gentlemen who agree with me."

Morrie launched himself on the couch and added: "He's right. Could've been worse."

"This pessimist wanted to say that it's gonna be a great article. Just wait until you see it," Chris assured him again.

Nick sighed.

"Did you tell him anything about me?"

"Only the good things," Brad answered and then pointed at Nick, almost touching the tip of his nose. "As you did too, right? You're living with us now, so you should be nice."

Nick backed away.

"Why are you living in my house anyway? Are you all homeless?", he asked playfully.

"No, but I remember that you begged us to come back and keep you company. Am I right?"

The others agreed.

Nick gave them a sheepish grin.

"Okay, okay, you're right. I don't want you to leave, you're my friends and I love you."

He received shoulder pats and sympathy.

Then Morrie linked arms with him and said: "Would you mind if I borrow this sweetheart for a bit?"

"A bit," Chris repeated grinning. "Sure, we'll see you next week."

"Very funny."

"Why? It's Sunday."

Morrie slapped his forehead and left with Nick, who waved the others goodbye.

Outside Nick said: "You must've missed me a lot, being in such a hurry."

As an answer Morrie gave him an eager kiss.

"I'm just so happy right now", he sighed. "I wanna go outside with you, watch the sunset, anything we did in the past!"

"But I thought you wanted to be careful...", Nick asked and immediately regretted it because Morrie's expression saddened.

"Is there nowhere safe we can go?", his lover asked with begging eyes.

Nick pondered.

"Yes," he decided. "The way is a bit rough though..."

"I don't care," Morrie said with emphasis. "I'll go wherever you want."

Happily, Nick led him upstairs and opened the door to his bedroom.

Morrie leaned at the doorframe while his lover went inside.

"This is not what you meant, right?", he said with furrowed brows.

Pulling off the blanked from the bed Nick answered: "No, but we might need this."

Nick neatly folded it and went out again, with a curious Morrie following him.

He went into a smaller room and opened the window. Before Morrie guessed what he was planning, he had climbed out and vanished.

"Norbert!", Morrie cried and ran for the window.

Outside he saw his lover smirking at him, standing on a scaffold.

"Did you really think I'd jump out there?"

Morrie caught his breath.

"Don't scare me like this again! I don't deserve this!"

"Come on, don't be mad, better get out there and get some fresh air!"

Morrie gave the scaffold a doubtful look.

"And then what?"

"Don't be afraid, my dear, I'll hold you," Nick promised and held out a hand to help him out.

Morrie hesitated, wondering if he should cancel this dangerous adventure, but then again he wanted to know what Nick had planned for them. He put his hand in Nick's and climbed out. Then he clutched to his lover and his voice was a tiny bit higher than usual when he asked: "And now?"

"Now we turn the corner over there,", Nick explained and led him along the narrow board they were standing on.

"Don't worry, just hold my hands, we're almost there."

"You have some ideas...", Morrie sighed but anyway obeyed, staring at the board that separated him from the abyss.

"Good, and now look up there," Nick commanded and Morrie slowly moved his head.

"I only see the roof," he stated.

"Yep, that's where we're getting up now," he heard his lover say.

"Really? What do we do up there?"

"Trust me."

Morrie gulped, but Nick was giving him such a warm smile he couldn't resist.

Nick showed him where he could place his foot to climb up safely. When he had reached the roof he knelt down to help his lover up. They got up together while Morrie clung onto him again.

"Are you okay, Morrie?", Nick whispered, wiping a hair strand from the other man's forehead.

"Yeah...I think so..."

They made a few steps forward and the more they absented themselves from the abyss, the safer Morrie felt. Looking around, he took in the fresh air and started to realize what a beautiful view they had. From here, they could see entire Hamlyn Village, all the roofs that gathered around Nick's, and the horizon with it's clear sky. He saw a wide landscape in the distance that must've been Lud's Holm and taller houses that must've been from the Parade District. Above all this, the sun was setting in glowing red. Morrie stared at it like he was enchanted, then he began to sob.

"Oh my...this is so beautiful..."

He rubbed his eyes.

"I'm crying again."

Nick gently kissed a tear from his cheek.

"Cry my love, cry as much as you want. I'll hold you," he whispered.

They kissed tenderly. Then Nick spread the blanked over the roof, where they could lie down in a comfortable position and watch the sunset turn the town bright red, until the sky became dark blue and the first stars came out. Morrie lied on Nick's chest.

"And I was worried you'd only take revenge for the cold water this morning."

Nick kissed Morrie's hair.

"I won't play such a cruel prank on you, especially not when you're in a cuddly mood."

"You're so good to me again, Norrie. Just like the old days. Will it last?"

Morrie looked him in the eyes.

Nick returned the gaze.

"Yes, it will."

And he meant it. How could he not mean it, cuddling with the most handsome man in town under the starry sky?

Their kiss was soft, their tongues carefully touched, as if they kissed for the first time. Morrie rolled on Nick and felt is lover embrace him, gently squeezing him. Nick widened his legs and let Morrie's hands stroke over their insides. His delicate skin turned into goosebumps under the other man's hands and a shiver ran down his spine. Getting hard, he greedily rubbed against his lover. Morrie started to move his hips too, then he suddenly bent down and kissed the tip of Nick's length, making him gasp. Then he pulled down his lover's pants. Nick returned the favor with shivering fingers. He was already starving when his lover softly slid into him. Finally they merged into one, finding their rhythm, gradually getting faster. Nick bit Morrie's shoulder when he came.

When he saw what he had done, he ruefully licked his lover's wound. Morrie however petted his cheek with a finger.

"It's okay...", he said "I like it."

Then he grabbed the blanked on both ends and wrapped it over them, so they could warm each other while the night turned cold.

"I didn't look at the stars for ages," Morrie whispered.

"Me neither. I didn't give a damn," Nick admitted.

Morrie chuckled.

"It was a wonderful idea to come here."

They began to hold hands under the blanket.

"Wasn't it? Sometimes I have good ideas."

"Absolutely, Nick Lightbearer."

"Why thank you, Morrie Memento."

They laughed quietly.

"Norbert, even if the new record is a bummer...we'll stay together."

"It's not a bummer! It's a hit! You all brought together so many great ideas, it can't go wrong!," Nick fiercely replied.

Morrie silenced for a while before he whispered: "But if it is, will you leave me?"

Nick felt a pang in his chest.

"I guess I've been the biggest asshole in the universe."

"Hmm," Morrie nodded, "and the prettiest."

Nick burst out in laughter.

"That's quite a compliment."

He sighed.

"No, I won't leave you."

He kissed Morrie's cheek.

"Never."

For another while they entangled, kissing lips and touching skin, before they calmed down to look at the stars again.

Later, Morrie started to whistle a melody that Nick knew.

Together with the night and the slight smell of Motilene it created a mixture that made his hair stand on end.

He shivered.

"What's wrong?", his lover asked. "Don't you like it?"

"It's a bit...eerie," Nick admitted.

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"I played it the day we met again, remember?"

"Yeah." It came back into Nick's mind. "Where did you hear it?"

"Someone hummed it from up a roof."

"How fitting," Nick commented.

Morrie nudged him.

"It could be our song. Somehow, it brought us back together, right?"

"Right."

Nick smiled at the thought of having a song with Morrie.

"I'd like that."

They stayed under their comfy blanked until they fell asleep.

Nick was awakened by a soft nudge.

„Norrie," he heard his lover whisper. "Just look."

First, the light blinded him when he opened his eyes. Then he saw the sun rise, painting everything around them in a bright golden color. It was the moment Nick usually kept missing by oversleeping.

"Wonderful," Nick sighed. "What a shame that there's no room service up here, I would've ordered us champagne."

They laughed.

"It's pretty enough without it," Morrie said, then he covered Nick in kisses while they were swimming in liquid gold.

They stayed on the roof until their protesting stomachs drove them back into the house and into the kitchen. There they found the others, already enjoying their coffee.

"Look who's back," Chris greeted them. "Are you suddenly anxious about us or just too exhausted to go on?"

"Spare your breath for singing," Nick replied. "And give us a coffee."

"Alright, boss," his friend said smirking.

Strengthened with coffee and toast, they got to work once again.

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