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sun-stricken · 4 months

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Headcannoms about friendship between Bickslow and Gray? I like to think after the fighting festival he really tries to make it up to Gray.

Gray: ‘we’re chill. It’s fine.’

Bickslow: ‘my babies will now perform a dance of apology’

Also a scenario I’d like to share!

Lucy: hey, Gray I picked up your mail. Why do you have a letter from a modelling agency?

Gray: oh that. I don’t know they just keep sending me them even though I’ve told them no.

Lucy: you’ve turned them down repeatedly?! *while crying inside*

Gray: yeah? It’s weird ‘cause I didn’t even apply.

Lucy: Lucy kick!

i for some reason hadn’t considered the idea of them having a close friendship, but i am now so here! a gift !

i had so much fun with this

* my personal hc is that Bickslows dolls feel a lot of what he himself feels, and also theyre kinda like birds

* so they too try to make it up to Gray, they bring him little things they find, such as shiny rocks, pins, and other tiny objects they find

* Bickslow just nods in approval from the sidelines when they bring them to Gray

* They were both fairly awkward with each other post festival but after Bickslow gave Gray an honest apology they began to turn over a new leaf

* people find the friendship strange tbh, Gray is known as this vaguely calm and like, super normal guy, and Bickslow is just— not

* theyre surprisingly comfortable with each other

* they dont hang out a lot outside the guild, but thats not to say they dont ever,

* While they dont work the best together and it took a while be able to fight along side on another,

* If the Thunder Legion and Team Natsu have to pair up usually they do bc they’re comfortable with each other and trust can go a long way

* theyre both texting fiends, like its a problem how much they message their friends, so when they found out the other was the same oh my god was it a train wreck

* their conversations can go for hours and if you read through them youd probably have an aneurysm because the topics make no sense and Bix doesn’t even try to spell correctly

* They have gotten close and friendly but that doesnt mean theu ever know what to expect from the other, their opinions and thoughts are so different from each other, if rhey ever have the same idea its like all the stars and planet’s have aligned and world is about to end

* Bickslows hair is naturally black and Gray helped him dye it once and they deadass looked they walk out the smurf set for weeks, Bix’s bathroom looked like they murdered a hundred of them

* Gray has an affinity for collecting hand weapons (swords, spears, bows, etc) while Bickslow likes taking apart and building old bombs (actual explosive grenades, land mines, smoke/flash grenades)

* they bonded over it and talked about it in public and terrified about 20 people rhat were in earshot

* theyre both a big hit with kids

* Bickslow gets added to the long list of people who barge into Gray house unannounced

* a lot of the time they will talk (coughcomplaincough) about two different things in the same convo

* Bickslow: the cops were at my door again last night because of the inactive grenade i threw in the fountain, woke me up and everything

* Gray: ugh, i hate that, Natsu blew up a building again and Erza yelled at the both of us

* Bickslow: thats so rude, do you think i should make another one and send it to them?

* Gray: totally, she knew it wasnt me but i still got scolded

so happy ppl have realized how pretty Gray is, now we’re gonna talk abt it bc im an overachiever

* Hes been scouted by plenty of different modeling agencies over the years, which really boosted his ego but very quickly became annoying as hell bc he never even applied

* He gets a couple a month, and he accepted once just to get them off his back and found it really embarrassing bc he was everywhere

* his friends in and outside the guild bought the magazines he was featured in and teased him mercilessly and he never stepped foot in another agency ever again

* Hes really photogenic but hates gets his photo taken, most of the pictures hes in ‘willingly’ hes glaring at the camera

* he now just blocks the numbers they call him on and throws out the letter they send him, if they stop him on the street he will walk away before the conversation even starts

* when Lucy found out something inside her died a little

* she pestered him about it and said she’ll go with him! he wont even have to take the money for it! she’ll take it! 😁

* she gets shot down every time but that doesnt mean she quit trying

#fairy tail #gray fullbuster #bickslow #ft bickslow #wth is his last name #sun strickens ft #sun stricken answers #anon ask #major mAJOR chaotic + normal chaotic #fairy tail headcanons #fairy tail incorrect quotes #gray is pretty im so happy ppl agree #hes pretty in universe too #i do make the rules #is it caller the thunder legion?#it is now

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arhvste · 4 years

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sorry but the weirdos that posted under that sakusa are the biggest ‘pick me’s i’ve ever seen,, did you lack attention in school? 🥺 did nobody laugh at your jokes in the classroom you have to do it here now? 🥺 did somebody you like never find you funny? 🥺

#aisla.talks⛓#i know y’all are ugly too #not sakusa stans being attacked after y’all labelled him homophobic #what did you expect?#you can’t generalise a group of stans too #and as for “if you said this about my comfort character i’d join in #you’re a fucking weirdo then #also doesn’t mean you should be doing it just because youd be comfortable with it #that’s like me being racist to a group of people but then saying they can do it back #mfs ur all weird ong #anyways blocking spree time 😜

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kiribaku-queen · 3 years

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Head Canons: Jealous of their dance partner

Pairings: Akaashi x reader, Bokuto x reader, Kuroo x reader, Kenma x reader, Atsumu x reader, Oikawa x reader, Iwaizumi x reader

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A/N: So sorry that this is so late! I’ve never done headcanons before so i was really nervous to do these. I hope they meet your expectations! Some were really fun to do and others were a bit challenging because I didn’t want them to be similar to each other. I tried to keep each person’s unique. Also changed the prompt just a little! Maybe if this does well, I’ll do more headcanons? i’m not sure! Enjoy and happy reading!

Akaashi

Would be calm and collected on the outside but lets be honest, he’d be RAGING on the inside

I don’t know why, but his s/o doing ballet

So when he picks you up from practice one day, he sneaks a peak at your upcoming showcase performance

But… who the hell is this guy next to you?

And why is he touching your waist like that?!

Akaashi would be standing by the doorway, with his hands crossed, eyebrow twitching in annoyance

When practice is over, you skip into his arms

Of course you earn a loving smile in return but when your partner passes, best believe this boy is glaring at said man

Performance day comes and I can just imagine him snatching the best seats in house with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand

When you come on stage, you have his full attention

His eyes are shimmering with admiration and pride for you

But is quickly replaced with a scowl when he sees your partner

Cue twitching eyebrow

But OOF does this performance require close contact and almost kissing

Wtf, Akaashi doesn’t remember this when he watched your practice?!

Despite how monotone his expression is all the time, you can tell when somethings bothering him

So when you greet him after your performance, you see it right away that hes bothered by something and you already know why

“baaaabe, you know its not like that! It’s only dancing, nothing more” you reassured him

And he knows that

But that doesn’t stop him from staring down your partner as he passes

Bokuto

You already KNOW this man gets jealous and he shows it

That sad puppy face, those droopy eyes, and his deflated hair

Its cute but also sad at the same time

He wouldn’t know about your routine until the day of the performance because he wanted to be surprised

But as soon as he saw how close you and your partner had to be

His smile went from 😊 to 😐in a split second

I can already hear his friends laughing at him in the background

What’s even worse to him

Its not even that your close to your partner

Nope

It’s the fact that you look like your enjoying it

Hes squinting hard because did he see that right?

Hes so deep in his jealousy that he doesn’t even realize that youre only doing it to look believable to save your grade

You all know those type of teachers

When youre done with your performance, you go to find your boyfriend in the sea of people

You cant help but stifle a chuckle when you see his looking down

Youre fixing his hair, as one would do

But as soon as your dance partner comes into view, hes pulling you into his arms and you best believe you are staying there

Hes wants to make it crystal clear that you are taken

Youd have to spend the rest of the day cheering him up because his mind always goes back to your routine

Kuroo

Ahhhh this man

I am in love with this man

This man is the most supportive boyfriend

Right when you get on stage, he is screaming and I mean S C R E A M I N G your name

Everyone in the audience looks at him like

Who the fuck invited this man

He is so hype during your performance and is so proud of how much you improved throughout the semester

Everything is fine and dandy until he sees your dance partner pull you close to him and your faces almost touch

His heart dropped to his stomach

Like ouch

He wasn’t expecting that

hes the only one that’s allowed to have you that close but seeing that someone else that he doesn’t even know if basically flirting with you on stage in front of everyone has him seething

and he goes through the different stages of denial

the initial denial

like was that really you or did he mix you up with some other dancer

then hes basically ripping his hair out

and finally just sits there like, what is life?

Hes sulky, almost like Bokuto

Youre waiting for him to come pick you up but Kuroo takes a little detour to the mens dressing room

Remember that scene where Kuroo gets upset that they insulted his height and there was fire in the background?

Same energy

Hes letting your dance partner know that he is your boyfriend and if he ever touches you like that again, the only he’ll be touching is the ground when he crumbles him to pieces

And he’s bragging at how much of a better dance he is and could replace him as your dance partner if he really wanted to

…He cant fucking dance…

Empty threats but your dance partner doesn’t know that

He’s trembling in his shoes when Kuroo goes to congratulate you

Then its back home and he showing you who you belong to *wink wink*

Kenma

It takes a lot for you to get Kenma to come out to your debut showcase

Dancing isn’t his thing, but really, what is?

Your heart flutters as you peak behind the curtain and you see Kenma, all dressed up with a single flower in his hands, sitting straight dab in the middle

Of course Kuroo is with him because he needs someone to help him get out of his comfort zone

Kenma isn’t too impressed with the performance so far (only because you haven’t shown up yet)

When you do appear on stage, he is absolutely mesmerized

He never knew you could dance so well. If he knew, maybe he’d sneak at you more often

The moment male counterparts entered the stage, he already knew this something was fishy

In his mind, thoughts are racing 100000000x a second

Are they just backup dancers?

Why are they coming towards you?

Are you going to dance with them?

Who is that guy?

And as soon as one of the guys brings you close to him, Kenma is as stiff as a board

You know how a cat is when they get scared? That’s Kenma in his seat

Kuroo notices it right away and smirks

This is the first time he’s seen Kenma feel jealous, or feel any other emotion

When you ask Kenma what he thought of the performance, he was shy at first

Like, you did good. You were very pretty

Although small, you appreciated his compliments because it was hard to get them out of him

He’s shy at first, but then he’s quick to give his judgements about your dance partner

As if he couldn’t stop, he was complaining all night long that there should never be a man that close to you that’s not him

Atsumu

Not the jealous type

Sorry, but I just don’t see it

But you know what I do see?

That he likes to show you off

He’ll go to all of your dance practices and all of your performances because we love a supportive boyfriend

Even when he has volleyball practices, he’s going straight to your practice right after

And lets be honest, hes looking at your ass more than he is watching out for other guys

Hes confident about your relationship and that you wont leave him

Hes in the crowd screaming like Kuroo

YEAH THAT’S MY BABY!

THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND WITH THE BIG ASS

Omg how embarrassing!!!!

Gosh, you could hear him from the stage and it took everything in your power to not laugh

After the show, you jump into his arms because awwww!

Hes complimenting the dance and how well you did

Hes giving out all these compliments to your other dance mates

But when it came to your male dance partner

He literally shoves his face out of the way like hes not even there

Like his massive hand just covers his entire face and is like nope, you’re not even there to me

Fine maybe he is a little jealous

Oikawa

Being the jealous type, he already knew everything about this little duet you were doing

Who your partner was

What class they were in

Does this person have a partner?

When were you were having practice?

Who else was going to be there? Because he sure as hell will make sure he’s there if its just you two

How close were you two getting?

Only because he forced you to tell him

He’s monitored your dance so well that he’s sure he could copy it

No he cant

Yeah it’s a little much, but hes the protective type! Hes just making sure that you’re safe and that your partner doesn’t try anything on you

But no matter how many times hes seen the dance

No matter how many times he knows that it means nothing

And no matter how much he braces himself for that part

A part of his stomach just tenses up

Its frustrating to see his s/o be that close to someone who isn’t him. And he cant help but be jealous, who wouldn’t?

Your expression, your dance moves, the emotion you put into the dance – they were all so convincing. If no one knew you had a boyfriend, they would all think that you and your dance partner would be dating

He cant have that

After the showcase, he makes it really known that you are already taken

Given his extra ass, he’d be exaggerating soooo much and youd just roll your eyes at him

Iwaizumi

Jokes on you, he IS your dance partner

Yeah, he’s got other hobbies other than volleyball

And don’t’ judge! Dance is good for flexibility

Anyway

If your team needs any couple dances, its you and Iwa-chan

Buuuuut

There are times when your team separates you two

And when that happens, best BELIEVE he’s keeping an eye out

During practice, he’s always side glancing and huffs whenever you two laugh together

When your dance teacher suggests you and your partner do something a little sexual, Iwa sit here to immediately stop it

If you had to do anything of the sorts, you were doing it with him

NO IFS OR BUTS

Your teacher wouldn’t be too happy that he is ruining their vision

But he promises that you two will practice extra hard for those parts to make it perfect

Gulp

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ventiskies · 4 years

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Lone Traveler | Venti

pairing: venti x hurt! reader

summary: you often clear out hilichurl camps with amber and the knights but the one time you do it alone, something had to happen to you. fortunately, a certain (cute) bard had came to your rescue and come to send you back.

a/n: my first genshin fic!! of course it had to be venti hehe, hope you like it and massive apologies if he’s ooc/for any errors! send requests if youd like >3<

Fighting the hilichurls at night had become a hobby you recently developed after going out on random ‘clearing’ trips with the Knights of Favonius, specifically Amber, who on every occasion after the mission, treats you and Paimon to Good Hunter’s sticky honey roast.

All of you were a good team, whenever there was a bigger monster, you knew someone would always have your back, and every mission had always presented success, the worst injuries only being a few deep scratches that Barbara could heal easily.

But one day, you had decided that it was probably the perfect time to go out and venture alone. The knights were busy and feeling confident fighting by yourself, you had taken the opportunity. Paimon had stayed back, claiming that she doesn't want to go if the day wouldn't end with honey roast (not that she helps anyways), but you hadn’t minded, saying that you were just going not far out and if you don't return by morning, then she should maybe try and find you.

Though seeing as you had never done a solo venture out of Mondstadt before, it was no surprised you had gone lost in the woods as soon as you had entered the thick trees.

You had been walking for a while, and suddenly, you saw a small campfire. Assuming it was a friendly traveler such as yourself and in with your heart that had been beating with slight fear and uneasiness, you had quickly ran towards them without thinking twice hoping they would help you find your way back before the sun rose. but when you got closer, you had realized it was in fact, not a person. and when you had come to that conclusion, it had been too late as the first monster that had spotted you shot an arrow directly towards you, alarming the rest of the batch.

This was bad

You successfully were able to avoid the first arrow, but the moment got you distracted and in a blink of an eye, you found yourself being pushed and thrown by the force of a shield of a Mitachurl charging full speed at you. you feel your feet start to burn as they were dragged against the rough grass, and the painful sensation as you hit headfirst against the rubble.

“Ouch...” you groan quietly, reaching out to rub your head, but the moment you had pulled back, the hilichurls roared, as if releasing a battle cry to alarm the others.

Fuck

Deciding to be smart, you had gotten up and ran (half limped) away, finding it difficult to outrun the group of monsters but managing to get far enough to be out of sight from them who you definitely took note to deal with in the morning,

Or make someone else deal with them, you had thought as you sat down on the stone, thankful that you were able to trudge towards the big tree just outside Mondstadt and inspected the damage it had done to you. only then had you realized that the hand you had used to cover your head was sticky and moist, and the moment you focused, you saw it was red. you were bleeding.

Just great.

You looked up at the sky, blanketing Teyvat with litters of stars that had offered a little comfort at the moment; and released a small sigh. it was dark and you were lost, although you could just take the path back to Mondstadt, there was a high chance the monsters were waiting for you as stupid as they could be, and you really didn't think you could fight them at the moment with the gash on your leg and your bleeding head.

You shut your eyes tight, silently wishing that you hadn't decided to be so brave and venture on your own and regretting not forcing Paimon to come with you. this was it, you were over. sometimes you wished your other sibling was here for you. they’d know what to do.

But not a minute later, you feel it. a light breeze, a gust of wind passing just through you, as if gently caressing. you shivered, what was that?

It had been too brief to be a random wind passing, and when you opened your eyes, you understood why.

The moment you opened your eyes, you found yourself staring back into an unfamiliar pair of aqua orbs, wide and curious staring right into your soul, extremely close for your comfort. so naturally, as one who had just opened their eyes after trying to calm down after a fight and had assumed was alone would do, you screamed at the top of your lungs and moved back, trying to get as far as the strange person was from you.

“Woah, hey- calm down!” the person says, alarmed that you had started to run away from him. he starts to walk closer to you, and you assumed he was about to shut your mouth from how he had both hands outstretched over each other, so you only screamed harder.

“Okay, okay! I won't hurt you, see? I’m not going to hurt you,” he says gently, eyes wide as if he was also afraid, trying to calm you down, and once you did, he smiles, “there we go. hey there! the name’s Venti, you okay?”

“What?” you asked in disbelief, because who was this person?! Why was he here? Were you being kidnapped? Is this a dream?

Venti frowns, “hey, don't look at me like that!” he says feigning offence, “you’re y/n, right? I saw you running away from those monsters earlier, you got beat really bad,”

“H-How did you know...?” you asked, slowly standing up, looking up at him as he had been taller than you, “and I’m a traveler and I know how to fight, I just... got surprised,” you insisted, not wanting to seem weak in front of the boy. you couldn’t see well, but you could tell he had dark blue to black hair with short twin braids (that strangely reminded you of the statue of the seven that had granted you with the power of anemo just before you had arrived in mondstadt).

He looked so familiar, yet you were certain you had never seen him.

“Oh, I just know,” he smiles, offering you a hand, “can you stand?”

“Are... are you from Mondstadt?” you ask, hesitant to take his hand. you glance down at his vision, a proud anemo symbol displayed on it. you hear Venti chuckle.

“Yeah!” he says, “but, not always. I mean,” he pauses, “if you’ll try to find me there, you won't be able to. I’m a bard,” he adds, as if it would help you understand better, “but you can trust me, don’t worry. I know this place well,”

“I’m perfectly capable,” you shook your head at his claims, “where did you even come from?!”

“I told you! I saw you running from those hilichurls and decided to come and help,” he pouts, arm dropping to his side, “Come on, you're hurt. I know you're capable but... I’ll-I’ll just bring you back to Mondstadt so I can know you arrived safely, promise!”

“I dont know...” you look around, fiddling with your fingers in fear. it was dark, and you weren't usually afraid of it or even the least bit bothered, but with what you had endured just minutes before, you were surely not going to return alone.

Sensing this, Venti breaks into a smile, “great! come on, now, I wouldn't let a fellow traveler go back alone! especially not the honorary knight!”

Deciding not to ask how he knew these things, you decided to take his hand and follow his lead towards Mondstadt, or at least, hope you were heading there now. you didn’t want to trust this self proclaimed ‘bard’, but the options were limited, and you really didn’t want to choose death in the obvious sense, which was in the hands of a hilichurl, probably found by Paimon a few hours later.

On your way back, you find out that Venti was definitely talkative. he had asked you a bunch of questions, and even offered to sing you some of his songs. the sun had slowly begun to rise just far into the horizon as you listened to the bard’s chatter, casually slipping in a few jokes that had the two of you laughing so hard that you had to stop for a moment at one point. and although he might be doing it out of pity for your bleeding (now dried up) head, you still felt warm whenever he talked passionately about Mondstadt and its people as if he ruled over them, albeit being quite mischievous.

You found your chemistry somewhat a match, as if… as if you had met him before.

Thankfully, there weren’t any hilichurls blocking the path on the way, so you didn’t have to deal with them anymore (or at least, for the time being. it was as if they had all left as soon as Venti arrived... or he had cleared them out the moment he saw you running away from them. either way, you were thankful the journey wasn't bothered)

“Here we are! Mondstadt! the city of freedom!” Venti smiles, his smile on par with the rising sun’s as he finally lets your hand go the moment you arrive at the bridge- that had been the moment you realized he had been holding your hand the whole time. gosh, I really trusted someone to bring me home.

“Well, I did bring you home, didn’t I?” Venti laughs, and you bite your cheek, feeling flustered that you had accidentally said your thought out loud, “I guess this is where we part!”

“Huh?” you asked, dumbfounded, “wait, where will you be going?”

Venti merely smiles, bowing dramatically for a brief moment, “around,” he states vaguely, “farewell, young one!”

“You’re saying that as if you’re not young yourself,” you mumbled, and at that, Venti bursts out laughing, causing you to look at him weirdly, “what? Isn’t that true?”

“you have no idea how many times I get that,” he wipes a tear dramatically, “well, until we meet again, traveler! be careful next time, or i might as well have to find you again,” he jokes, before waving you off, walking away from the bridge and back out the path and into the woods, where he disappears through the thick trees without turning back.

What an odd person.

So the next day, when you had ventured further than the usual route the knights cleared out, you silently hope you’d find him again.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact venti #venti x reader #genshin impact venti x reader #genshin venti #genshin x reader #genshin venti x reader

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triggerhappyimagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for insecure S/O

yes yes yes you can! i suffer alot with this as well so i fully understand. sorry if i implement a bit of my experience here, as mentioned if youd like me to change anything feel free to let me know!

tw// weight, one curse word

-mod ouma

Korekiyo Shinguji

-once you decide to tell him about your insecurity, hes absolutely baffled

-you..

-you don’t find your body beautiful??????

-it’s probably one of the main reasons he sees true beauty in you.

-of course, he doesn’t express his shock to you to avoid making you feel bad, but he immediately sits you down and listens to you calmly, taking every bit of information seriously.

-he will listen to you intently while holding your hand reassuringly, giving you any time you may need to organize your thoughts.

-once you’re done, he’d squeeze your hand and take a second to come up with words, as hes still in disbelief that you’re insecure.

- he is so so glad you had the confidence to tell him and he lets you know that anytime you feel like this, you are fully allowed to come to him for help.

-as for how he would help you out, i feel he would be really great help, not just comforting wise but in general.

-if you’re having an off day, you would come to him and let him know what’s bothering you. once you’re done, he’d tell you the sweetest reassuring words whilst holding you close and pulling down his mask to give you a kiss on the forehead.

-”I know it can get hard S/O, but every single human is different from the other and that’s no reason to beat yourself up for it. Your own unique body is absolutely beautiful and maybe it will take some time for you to realize that, but know I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

-logical but sweet comforting is Kiyo’s specialty.

-if you one day decide you want to do something about your chubbiness, he will be supportive! he will exersice with you and help cook healthy meals, he’ll also give you methods from different cultures obviously.

-overall a supportive baby who wants the best for you!!!

Nagito Komaeda

-he’s noticed you start acting a little weird for a while, things like wearing oversized shirts or keeping your arms around yourself around him and all your friends.

-once he finally decided to ask you about it, you tried to convince him there was absolutely nothing to worry about, but he’s not dense.

-the boy knows lots on insecurities and self loathing, how dare you try to fool him??????

-anyway, he wont force you to tell him but he wont dismiss it because he’s actually pretty worried.

-once you actually decide to tell him, he’ll be there in a heartbeat to comfort you, giving you advice he wished someone said to him when he was down. he’ll probably say a few wrong things at first but quickly fix it if he notices it upset you! he may be a little insensitive but it doesn’t mean he’ll pruposely hurt you.

-when you were feeling too down on yourself, he’d scoop you up in his arms and lay you on a couch or bed (whatever is closer) and began peppering your entire face in kisses.

-if you allowed him to, he’d also place little kisses on your stomach and places you disliked about yourself.

-afterwards, he’d hold you close and begin asking what he can do to help you feel better. if you decide to get thinner, he’ll help you in anyway he can but reassures you that you should only do this for yourself, not because of him or other people. he will never suggest you doing anything to change yourself though, he loves you regardless and reminds that to you a lot.

-expect him to be constantly complimenting you afterwards, very supportive and understanding boy!!

Gundham Tanaka

-he understands but hates it >:(

-his beloved is unhappy with themselves? but how?

-he’d pull you outside either to a balcony or just some type of nice place to look at the sky to talk to you about it, wants you to be relaxed and know he will be there to listen.

-quickly loses his “i am satan himself” act and listens to what you say, all while letting you hold the Four Dark Devas of Destruction. you both can’t help but chuckle at the sight of cham-p rolling around in your lap.

-once you finish venting to him a little, he’d sccop up said hamster and hold him to your face.

-”Cham-p is not the thinnest little beast in the world, it does not change his immense power and potential to rule over all mortals!”

-makes little jokes like that in attempts to cheer you up, obviously takes your concerns seriously though! after getting a few smiles out of you, he’d hesitantly wrap an arm around you and plop the little rodent back in your lap, his cheeks flushing due to the hug and looking up at the clouds while he thinks of what to say.

-”S/O, regardless of how you may think of yourself, you must realize your true power and worth. Although you might not see it now, your beloved believes in you! You will not be alone through your thoughts or journey, I will be here to encourage you whenever you might feel like this again. Nothing is wrong with the way you are, please keep that in mind.”

-anytime you’re feeling low, he’ll remind you constantly that theres absolutely nothing wrong with how you are and will spoil you for the day, won’t leave you alone to drown in your thoughts.

-genuinely just wishes he could do more for you, but tries his hardest to at least take those thoughts off your mind for a little and make you smile.

-hamster boy just wants you to be happy :(

Mondo Owada

-when you suddenly come to him for exersice advice one day, hes slightly surprised. he asks you what you need to exercise for, and when you tell him you’re wanting to lose weight he’d be kind of confused but agree.

-once you open up about why you suddenly want to lose weight, he’ll be really understanding about it yet kind of angry towards whatever is making you feel that way.

-”Insecure? You’re perfectly healthy though, why is it so bad? S/O, did someone make you feel this way? Tell me who made you feel this way and I’ll beat them to a fucking pulp!!”

-you have to reassure him it’s just an internal struggle and he has absolutely nothing to worry about before he gets too crazy, though.

-once you explain further, he’ll understand and assure you you’re damn amazing just how you are! he finds you so so so strong for being able to deal with that and admires your determination to get your head out of that bad place.

-when you’re feeling down, he’ll hold you close in his muscular arms and try to encourage you, all while pointing out little things he loved about you. he’d also suggest to take you out on a motorcycle ride to take some air.

-he might even let you work out with him for a bit if you want!

-it gets really fun after a while, while you’re doing some pushups he’ll come and randomly start tickling you, leading to you losing balance and giving him even more access to tickle you, causing a literal tickle fight on the floor.

-it all just always ends in laughs and you fully forget about your worries, happy to have your huge and built boyfriend by your side to cheer you up and help you.

Ishimaru Kiyotaka

-first he notices the way you look at yourself in the mirror or how your excitement turns to disappointment when you try on new clothing. he doesn’t ask at first, but he begins noticing more little changes in your behavior and finally decides to come to you about it.

-a lot of worrying

-A LOT.

-he’d frown and ask what it is making you feel like this, sitting you down for you to be comfortable as you vent. once you let everything out he understands a little more.

-does not mean he stops worrying

-”S/O, you have great potential! Do not let these dark thoughts haunt you so much, you are much more than what your mind tells you and I believe in you to see it! I’m here for you always, love. You’re the strongest person I have ever met!”

-he tells you not to tell his bro about the last part though.

-ishimaru is really protective and loving, so on your down days, he would sit you down and let you talk it out and he will give you his best advice then hug you tightly. he’ll point out all your great qualities and give you a kiss on the forehead when he’s done.

-he’ll hold you for as long as you need and provide all the comfort he can give for as long as you need it! after a few days, he’ll leave little notes around places he knows you’ll go to. all the little notes always hold cute little words such as “you look amazing today!” or “remember to drink lots of water!”

-overall just really understanding and caring, willing to do anything to help you. best boy taka!

and finish! god im so sorry for taking hours on this, i got a little blocked of ideas, so im sorry if its a little repetitive or something :( i hope you enjoy this and if youd like me to fix anything please please feel free to let me know! also, if you need anyone to talk to i’m here for you, anon <3

-mod ouma

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strrwbrrryjam · 3 years

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001 zukka, if youd like.

hi! okay, first ask, thank you for asking.

when I started shipping it if I did: ...im going to be completely honest, im new to atla, but not new to tumblr. i actually had a large tumblr that i made when i was fourteen that was dedicated to hetalia. but over the years i got bored of it, so i stopped updating it, i only looked at the blogs i followed and then one day, someone reblogged some zukka fanart, and i loved it. i knew nothing of the characters, but from the looks of each of them and how it followed the classic red-blue gays and representation that i craved as a young lesbian i decided to give it a watch, still in love with a ship i knew nothing about, so imagine my whiplash that i got when they were two people who weren't even friends until the final season, but i never got discoaurged because of all the tension and the parellels and how if either of them were female-male i definitely felt that zukka would be canon and have so much more hype.

my thoughts: im not the best at describing why i love them, but ill try. i love zukka for a lot of reasons, but mostly because... for me relationships are a partnership, you both get benefits from it where you can rely on eachother, where there is a mutual understanding between each other to the point where you know exactly what your lover needs to hear... and sometimes, no matter the mood your in, they are the only ones who can truly make you happy, and thats what i get from zukka. sokka is very much the older sibling, he goes so underappreciated for so long that when piandao tells him he should be proud of who he is and what he can do... he just doesn't believe him. now, this isnt the fault of katara, aang or anyone else, maybe a little bit hakodas fault i mean he literally left a kid with such high expectations of himself to protect the village by himself with what limited training that he had. even when they listen to his ideas, some of which are very much right but have failed to no fault of sokka like walking because appa is too noticable, katara or someone else pokes fun to these ideas for failing miserable, which they may mean in jest, but can still really hurt, so he needs someone to encourage him that sure, maybe this idea has failed, but its just a learning experience. zuko... my god he has trauma. zuko was this sweet and kind and passionate kid born into an environment where he didnt belong and he was abused for everything that he was. ursa while was a safe haven didnt do enough to protect him, as she too was powerless. his sister turned from this sweet and kind sister to someone who quickly realised that being that way makes it impossible to survive so she began to tease and taunt and turn into a mirror of their abuser. while id like to think lu ten was there for the both of them, iroh and lu ten where getting ready for the siege so they were rather busy... and azulon actively wished that ozai kill him, and ozai, fucking ozai man, is there anything else left to be said? once ursa left... everything when down and he was burned and banished for his wish to protect his people. iroh... for all my love of iroh, he doesnt understand zukos intentions or actions, he thinks hes lost his way but... he doesnt see that zuko doesnt want to hunt the avatar, he doesnt want to stay at the tea shop, what he wants is to be home. hes not safe in the watertribes, not safe in the earth kingdom and while he isnt truly safe at home, its his nostalgia(?) and how everything hes used to is at home, its where his mother memory lives... its where his the remnants of his past relationship with azula and where his baby sister is... its as safe as a home they could get. he knows people doesnt like him and he while isnt okay with it, nothing matters more than getting home. which isnt a good reason for his literally capturing of a twelve year olds, fourteen year old and fifteen year olds, but... it is for him, hes sixteen, still a kid, like the one hes chasing and he doesnt realize that the home he hopes for isnt what he thinks it is, at least not anymore. that his father doesnt love him, that his sister is no longer the sweet kid that she used to be and she too was abused, that his mum is no longer around anymore and he doesnt have a happy life or a happy family. he repeatedly doesnt listen to iroh because iroh doesnt get it. iroh grew up loved and cherished and praise while zuko doesnt, he grows up hated with no chance of change, he... is very much an asshole and doesnt listen to anyone, but hes trying in season 3. and then... the boiling rock happens. my god, its... like my favourite episodes. sokka feels like he has to go alone because he felt like he failed, its his responsiblity, it was his mistake despite the fact that it wasnt, that there were many, many adults who it the fault could fall onto, and the fact that the odds were stacked against them completely, but sokka being who he is, still feels responsible, but wants to go alone. except, zuko wont let him, he understands sokka, because thats what hes felt like his whole life. hes

always felt like a failure, not being able to protect his sister, not being able to protect himself so he knows what sokka is going to do, and, forces himself onto the journey. its awkward, at first, because of course it is i mean this is the guy who was chasing you for half a year and was inadvertidely responsible to two of your closest friends deaths/near-deaths. but once they get past this awkwardness, the banter very much starts when they land. and zuko. zuko who never asked for someones opinion, looks to sokka for guidance and listens and encourages sokka. for me boiling rock is peak sokka for how well he plans. sokka is able to express himself and talk and give advice and when his plan fails, zuko is there to help him through it and see it with a different perspective, and they just... the trust, its there. its already there despite how much it shouldnt be. it just works so well and then sokka defends zuko to hakoda and finally hakoda tells him what he should of and... its up from there. they are just there for each other and its... wonderful. they are both absolutely miserable people but... they make each other happy. it happens so fastly too and its just absolutely wonderful.

What makes me happy about them: honestly, i just wrote what makes me happy about them and how much i love them in the above question.

What makes me sad about them: god. how complicated it will be in the actual universe and how they will have to spend most of their lives seperate from each other. ive mentioned before that im a romantic at heart and it hurts, because despite how realistic it will be to have them seperated for most of their early religion, i mean... zuko will have to stay in the firenation despite how much it isnt home for him anymore and sokka is able to move from the southern watertribe to the northern air temple and to the firenation... so id like to think that when izumi comes around, the soon travel together, as by the time izumi is around, things are getting settled and zuko doesnt need such a close eye on everything.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: listen... i dont have anything that really annoys me, except when they play into babified(?) versions of each other, (zuko beng too soft-boy and sokka... being to "daddy" if thats the correct word.) but what bothers me is the lack of sokka-comfort, all of them have trauma. sokka, too. i love zuko. hes... just my favourite/comfort character and someone who i relate to so much, hes just... ive never related to someone more than zuko, but zukka is a more mutual relationship than anything, and i wish we had more fics dealing with sokkas trauma too.

things I look for in fanfic:

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: okay, okay, okay, for zuko, i have many, i just think zuko and sokka both have extreme pretty boy privilege, and while zuko doesnt realize the effortless charm and how pretty he is, sokka most definitely does and uses it to his advantage. so... maiko, jinko, (platonic/relationship) zutara, jetko and sukka. listen. i love yue and sokkas relationship, but they had such a short time together that i could never really ship them. i think sokka mourns her and it is very valid for doing so but i always felt that he mourned his friend and what their relationship could of grown into. also i am a diehard yueki fan.

My happily ever after for them: that they grow hold together, and are able to see their children, (yes, i said children, as in izumi, varrick and senna with trans!zuko) grow and change the world and have their own families.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: dude. dude i dont know. i want them both to be held. i want both little spoon zukka and big spoon zukka. weighted blanket zukka. all zukka sleeping positions. i like to think that like me the both of them cannot stay still while they sleep, they wake up in each others arms but end up at the foot of the bed or something.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: god... everything, picnics, roadtrips, reading together, stargazing, sharing letters... just as long as they are their together everything is their favourite activity as they spent most of their youth and twenties and possibliy early thirties separate from each other.

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shikagemaru · 3 years

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Been having an identity crisis recently. There's It a whole lot of things adding up to that. Call it a rant and ignore it if you want. There's only like 3 of you guys anyway.

I would put a readmore here if I knew how to do that on mobile (thanks for sucking, only social media app I feel at all comfortable with)

•It really doesn't help that the past 7 years of my life have been completely stagnant. Since I haven't been able to work my wife and I have had basically no freedom of our own.

•2 years ago I was put in jail because a pair of psychopaths decided to go from 70 to 0 on the highway in front of us, and get out to try attacking us. I tried backing up to go around but obviously the car behind me was too close and the highway was at speed in the right lane. So I had to go around on the grass while these 2 crazy assholes were approaching while shouting threats. One was coming for my wife's window. So I did what I had to and bumped one of them. He wouldn't move and our safety was more important than him being hurt a little. There was a high speed chase through our community, and while we're on the phone with the police these two are trying to force us off the road. The cops even see one of them hanging out the window shouting threats at us. We pull into a mcdonalds parking lot and after talking to them for a bit the cops arrest me because he said I "ran him over" on purpose. He was so uninjured that he refused medical care at the scene, but he kept telling people I ran him over. They were also both arrested btw. I was held without food or mpving air for over 13 hours and I have a history of heat stroke and hypoglycemia (it's bot exactly that, but it's like living outside of a big city and tellinf people you're from there instead of the local podunk you actually live in). Long story short it was torturous, and then I got put in actual jail. They didn't care that I have a long list of disabilities. When I was released I had to wear an anklr monitor while taking weekly drug tests. The numbers on the drug test kept reading that I was using weed even though I wasn't. It was insanely stressful as the numbers didn't change from one week to another. My fear was that because I was rapidly losing weight from stress that the thc being held onto in the fat was being detected. NOPE. turns out one of my DAILY meds was testing false positive. "Shouldn't they know about the false positive drug and account for it?" Youd think. But when they scanned my medication bottles that one came out blurred and they never entered it into their system. In case there are any lingering feelings that I was guilty, the court case more than handled that. The prosecutor was the kind of scumbag that, before my trial, tried prosecuting this guy's mother-in-law for assaulting him when she tried taking her grandkid out of his arms because he was using the baby to shield himself when the family confronted him about having a fake medical license and it ruining all their lives. It turns out I was put through hell and all he was seeking was "anger management counciling" because he believed that I, the guy protecting his wife, had road rage issues. One listen to the 911 calls would have straightened thst up. My lawyer kicked his ass just a little more than I did on the stand. Long story concluded, thanks for the ptsd. The nightmares have been lovely. So is panicking whenever a door closes kinda loud.

•Last year I was able to self diagnose myself with autism. For those who don't know, the vast majority of autistic people self diagnose, largely due to "experts" on average not being well educated on what autism is outside of the stereotypical cases. Most women aren't diagnosed until adults. Most "high functioning" (which is an awful description when you lesrn that it was created by a literal nazi to separate autistic people into "kill these ones" and "don't kill these ones" categories) people aren't diagnosed until adulthood. And by then actually getting the diagnosis is a challenge. And frequently it involves exercising privelege to get the right people involved.

So knowing what I know now a lot of my life suddenly makes sense. People accusing me of being manipulative when I literally don't know what it is that makes them think that? Severe miscommunications? Obsessing over specific topics to the point where people want to avoid me? Always being "the weird one" and as a result being a social outcast from day 1? Despite being considered very intelligent, I've been super easily manipulated by people my whole life. I can barely ever tell a person no, even if I know I should. Hell. There have been entire relationships I've had with people where I thought we were friends and they didn't think the same thing. Learning who or even how to trust becomes a challenge.

Yeah, it all makes sense now. I want to say "i don't know how they didn't see it", but I do. The 90s was shit for mental health. Since they knew I had tourettes (thanks for that, universe) and adhd, my obsessive tendencies were labeled ocd. Actual adult relationships have gone entirely to shit because of miscommunication. People seem to think I mean one thing when I mean another entirely. People think I'm angry when I'm not. I've basically been told never to be passionate about a topic.

How does a person handle that? It doesn't unfuck relationships with people. Once someone thinks you're lying and manipulating that's it. Nothing you can ever say will ever dissuade them. It doesn't matter that they were the ones that misunderstood. Somehow it becomes the fault of the autistic person. And good luck if you're ever autistic and have a panic attack. So I'm trying not to care about that. It's hard. It's especially hard knowing that things didn't have to, and may not have gone the way they did if i had known about it earlier. I wish I could rebuild certsin relationships. My wife and I used to fight, but since we realized that both of us have these triggers because we're both autistic, we resolve almost every misunderstanding like a walk in the park. But that doesn't work with people you haven't spoken to in years. Even if a lot of it was frankly their fault.

•And the latest fuckery? I have no idea what gender I am. If I had the power to shapeshift I'd probably change on a daily or hourly basis. I had an alt account years ago where I posted fanfiction. Some people in the community assumed they knew my gender and pronouned me as such in the comments. That was the first time I had ever experienced gender euphoria. I was....upset, when someone corrected them. Would have been nice if they asked me first. I enjoyed the confusion quite a lot actually. And since I have a terrible time coming up with names for things (my screen name is from 20 years ago and I never figured out a new one) so I don't know where I would start building up a new persona. And for what? To get the rush of people not knowing which pronouns to use? I hate it. I want it. I don't know if I can ever come out as trans. People think trans means m2f and f2m, and it doesn't really matter to the public consciousness that there's more to it than that. I want to scream at people that I'm trans, but i don't know what I even want my body to look like. If I woke up tomorrow and I was suddenly transformed would I be happy? I have no idea. No? Yes?

I don't know who I am or how to even identify. I'm a disabled, autistic, lgbtq ethnic minority with no financial freedom, and my 40s are approaching. Life is a challenge. Sometimes I wish I could just Danny Phantom it up. And by sometimes I mean daily.

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thisstableground · 4 years

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1 and 4 for that ask post thing!

1. Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

oh god i have so many projects at all times. the current ones im actively working on are:

- a silly fun UVR one where usnavi (gasp) has to temporarily give up coffee and takes it exactly as well as youd expect him to. im pretty close to finishing this one and i’m excited – it feels like a long time since ive posted any UVR, and especially anything lighthearted, and i also get to talk a lil bit about how usnavi has a new job since selling the bodega which i havent got round to even mentioning in fic yet so thats fun

- a UVR one for christmas that’s partly usnavi dealing with his seasonal affective depression around the anniversary of losing his parents, partly showing how things are a little easier for him now that he doesn’t live by himself, and partly a fun surprise that i’m very excited about

- UVR one where vanessa gets appendicitis bc i spun the wheel and its her turn to have a hurt/comfort, congrats vanessa??? and sorry? she’d be mad at me but i just want her to get hugs and get looked after and taken care of for a while, she deserves it, and she also deserves the scene where she’s still tripping from the anaesthesia and being a cute mess because i enjoy when vanessa cant even pretend to be cool

- watch with serenity only has a couple chapters left and while that’s one of my favourite fics i’ve ever written, i’m gonna feel good about wrapping it up too – usnavi’s started making some positive progress in his grieving and it’ll be nice to see that take shape more and for us to be able to leave him at a point where he isn’t exactly 100% better, but he;s doing alright and he resembles the usnavi we know and love a lot more and isn’t struggling so much. i like my angst but only with the optimistic end note and its about time he got there.

- on the other hand, also writing a devastatingly sad DNH fic that’s from the perspective of ruben’s youngest sister immediately after he’s brought home from jamaica. it does end on a hopeful note too, but i have already made myself cry writing it twice so that should tell you something about how it goes

and thats to say nothing of the ideas i havent started yet or the ones that aren’t quite full enough ideas to work on, but at some point i will finish at least one of these enough to actually post something!

4.Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

here’s some ruben pov on vanessa from a scientist is always fine, which tbh i think was an absolute banger and i kinda wish more people had read it

“He thinks about writing that he wishes he could sink into her sinews and reverse time so that he could feel what it was like to be in her body and her mind through the whole messy process of becoming Vanessa. That she is perfectly ordinary and it makes him crazy to think about the fact that, like everyone, at one point she wasn’t anything at all and and now she is so many, many things, and he wishes she had taken more detailed notes on the process it took to get there because now he has no way to truly understand her, but he tries anyway.

He doesn’t really want to make notes but he tries anyway. Gets as far as writing the subject, which he crosses it out immediately because he can use that word for himself but never for her. He writes, Vanessa, and then closes his notebook because that seems like the only important thing to say.”

ok that was technically 2 paragraphs but i just like this idea ofruben’s love of science being the framework through which he processes his love of usnavi and vanessa without being something that defines his understanding of what it means to love and be loved as narrowly or unhealthily as it used to. he knows how complex a thing it is to be a human, all the things that had to align for us to exist as a species and for them to meet and the chemical and hormonal reactions that had to synchronise for them to all be in this place living together and in love, and the paradox of both wanting to study and understand her through that perspective because that’s what ruben does, but also being satisfied that she just is there with him and she is who she is, and will be whether he understands why or not. i think that being able to accept these strange contradictions and being content within them is the highest form of love, especially from someone to whom getting all the answers is usually so integral.

#long post #fandom: do no harm/in the heights #ship: usnavi/ruben/vanessa #veanlerie #gotta let my hand take a lil break now but man i had fun answering stuff today!! it feels like its been a while!#ill finish up answering more tomorrow so people can feel free to continue sending stuff if they wanna <3

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katslitg · 4 years

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how the open heart lis would react to you being pregnant. (obvs jackie’s pregnant in her scenario.)

Jackie Varma:

god she’d be pissed!!!!!!

“what do you mean positive??? check the other ten tests!!!!”

“jack, all of them say posi-“ “shut up!!!”

she’d be mad, mostly at herself for not being careful enough

pregnancy on top of money problems is rough

good thing you two already live together

wouldnt acknowledge it until she started showing

“dr varma, ure pregnant???” “yeah, just ignore it.”

shed ignore you at the beginning, not knowing what to do

“jackie, c’mon, you cant keep ignoring me! it takes to two to tango!” “i can and i will,”

when you finally force her to come shopping for baby clothes, supplies, furniture etc, she loves it

“omg look how adorable! can you believe our baby’s feet are this small!”

she’d become insecure further into the pregnancy

“what if im not going to be a good mom, hm?”

“don’t say that, jack, you’ll be a great mom,”

you two would move into the your room, since it had a better view and change her room into a nursery

the boys would help you put everything together.

“bryce, that’s not where its supposed to be- ykw forget it.”

“jesus, dr ramsey do you even know how to-“ bryce would shut up just seeing ethan give him a glare

“see i knew raf would come around to save the day” she’d flirt with him, making him blush

cutest mood swings ever!!!

“all im saying is he’s a fucking jerk and i- ohhh sienna are those donuts?”

jackie would get stressed at the weirdest moments, and you kiss her and cuddle with her to calm her down

“mc, you know i hate kids, why did this have to happen to us!!!!”

she’d slowly come to terms with the fact that she was going to become a parent

god giving birth would scare this woman, and trust me not a lot of things scare her

“mc, what if-“ “jack, breath, everything will be fine!”

when you two found out you’d have a daughter she smiled

“at least i wont have to deal with a little mc” she’d joke

when she got in labour she’d curse at everyone!!!

“AND YOU! YOU MC ARE THE WORST ONE HERE! GETTING ME PREGNANT AND THAN MAKING ME DO THE HARD PART I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!”

“uhhh....”

after a couple of years, the three of you would move into a bigger apartment, still close to the hospital

god, your daughter absolutely lovessssssssss aunt sienna and uncle elijah!!!! these two dorks would hang around with her all the time

“dad, can i stay at aunt sienna’s after school?”

“she’s working today sweetheart but mommy will be there to pick you up”

you two would have some sweet, annoying nicknames for her

love, sweetheart, sugar, honey etc

Bryce Lahela:

he’d be excited and scared

he would freeze when he found the positive pregnancy test in his trashcan

“i wanted to tell you but seems like you already found out,”

he’d shut you out and be less loud at work

“bryce, please talk to me” “uhh, cant have a long shift today”

but one day you’d show up to his apartment, keiki opened the door

“oh hey keiki, is bryce home?” “yeah come in”

youd try to get him to talk but man he was not feeling it

“i just need some space mc,”

wouldnt even take a week for him to come over and apologize to you

“im just not sure if i’d make a good dad, i mean i had two bad examples growing up, what if i-“

youd cut him off with a kiss

“no need to stress, bryce, im certain you will make a great dad!”

you two would have to look for a bigger place, and also someone to fill your spot at the apartment

sienna, elijah and jackie would help you decorate the nursery

“jackie those colours do not match with the blankets i bought” sienna would say while jackie just rolled her eyes

“well maybe you shouldn’ve bought so! many! blankets!” jackie said while holding up multiple blankets

“guys please its mc and bryce’s child we can’t fight over this” elijah was the only one who would think rationally

when you found out you were having a son bryce almost jumped into the air

“a little bryce,,,,” he’d say with heart eyes, making you roll your eyes

when you went into labour, he’d be the one freaking out

“can’t believe im saying this when im the one in labour, but good god bryce calm down!”

uncle raf!!!!! aunt kyra!!!!!

rafael and kyra would absolutely adore your son!!!! theyd fight over whose turn it was to babysit

“kyra, you had him last weekend!” “but mc said he always talks about how fun aunt kyra is!”

“why dont you two take him to the park together? he loves both aunt kyra and uncle rafael equally” bryce would say, making the two adults reluctantly agree

“finally a moment alone with the woman of my dreams” he said the second they left, making you chuckle

keiki would hang out with your son. occasionally.

“aunt keiki can you read me a bedtime story?” “right. im aunt keiki.”

she’d love it secretly

Rafael Averio: (pretending sora doesnt exist here lol)

this man would beam with joy!!!

he had always dreamt of having a big family of his own

“youre pregnant?” “yeah.... i-“ he’d kiss you before you could even say anything else

would brag to everyone about it

“do you guys know im goin-“ “going to be a dad? yes raf you told us like a million times” his paramedic friends would say

it was even funnier when you saw how some people avoided him because of it

would not leave ur side

“jesus ever heard of personal space?” “oops sorry”

he’d be at ur apartment all the time

“raf, not that we don’t enjoy you being here but don’t you idk have other friends?” jackie would try to get him out of the house

sienna’d be fine with it since he would help her cook n bake stuff

“i didnt know you cooked!” “not really just some stuff i picked up from my grandma”

he’d sleep over at your apartment

when you got insecure he’d talk to you and make u forgot about it in a certain way ;)

“what if im not a good mom? or what if your fanily doesn’t approve of me?? oh good god this is not going how i imagined-“ “relax, you know my family loves you, now get over here”

you’d move in with him, and get someone to fill ur spot in the apartment

the two of you going to the senior center together!!!

“now edith you better not get to comfortable” you’d joke, earning a laugh from rafael

kyra and bryce would come over and help with the nursery, of course it was after the boys’ gym day so bryce dragged ethan with them

“hey gu- oh hey dr ramsey!” you’d say with a bright smile when you opened the front door.

“kyra not that i dont love you but what even is this?” “yeah i tried to make a blanket but as you can see it backfired”

“uhm ethan you sure that this is the color we picked out?” bryce would panic, knowing damn well they didnt do the one you asked them to do right

“well good thing aunt kyra did got the good color” she’d go get it from the car while the two men started at her in confussion

when you found out you were having a girl he got super excited

“a little mc running around the house” he’d say, already coming up with names

when you’d go into labour he’d put up a calm gentle persona while in reality he wanted to screammmmm

uncle bryce n aunt jackie!!!

u cant tell me bryce n raf havent become close friends

“hey dad can uncle bryce and aunt jackie stay for dinner?” “sweetie youre ignoring the rest of our guests”

even tho they would admit it bryce and jackie loved babysitting her

“do you want to come with uncle bryce?” “bryce thats enough its MY day!”

his family would come around often, bringing gifts every single time

his grandma would try to get him to propose, earning glares from him

when your daughter heard juliana say something along the lines of “when is the wedding” she’d get super excited!!!

“are you two really getting married??!!”

Ethan Ramsey:

you two would already be in an awkward position bc of the gwyneth thing

what was worse was that he admitted to not wanting to get married and have children

god, that little fight on the way to leland and at house took a toll on you, so when june came to check on you back in the hospital you told her

“so, youre pregnant?” “yeah” you’d sob

she wouldnt force you to tell her who the dad is, but it was obvious

before the fight you’d always come to the diagnostics team’s meetings with a smile on your face but now it was a neutral face or sometimes even a frown

soooo ethan found out. not directly from you, but from june, resulting in another fight

“you told june but not me?” “you dont even want kids i cant just casually bring it up!”

the awkwardness would be there for a while, im talking 2-3 months

“enough already! you two talk this out! not only is this bad enough for the two of you but also for me and baz! think about us! and our patients!” june’d snap one day

you’d talk it out, still awkward around each other

“jesus, ethan we can’t keep doing this, i have an appointment to check on the little one, you want to join?” you would try to keep the awkwardness at a certain level, he’d nod with a smile on his face

so when he found out he was having a son, he’d be happy, still very scared but very happy

“im sorry, mc. i acted as a jerk and didnt listen to your needs. i want to be in your and our baby’s lives.”

he’d ask you to move in with him, which you reluctantly agreed to, i mean there wasnt even enough space for a nursery in your apartment

sienna would invite herself and elijah over to help you with the nursery , since they knew about you two since that time after the hearing

“thank you, trinh,” ethan would say as he accepted the cookies she had baked

“i helped too. just so you know” elijah chimed in, earning a chuckle from you

god labour was the worst, you had to do an emergency c section since it was a bit too early for the baby to be born

so when they send your son off to the nicu, ethan would be there the whole time, very worried

“dr ramsey, you should go we’ll take care of him” the nurses would try to get him out of there with no luck, “no its fine i just want to stay here”

when you two could finally go home he would make sure to never youre side

“mc do you need anything? want me to bring you something to drink? maybe an extra blanke-“ “ethan shut uppppppppppppppppp its 3 am”

of course your friends would come over but not as often since they had to take care of their interns and stuff

uncle baz and aunt june!!!!!

“AUNT JUNE!!!!” he’d yell when you, june and baz picked him up from the daycare at the hospital

“wow so youre just ignoring uncle baz?” baz would act hurt, making the boy laugh

#hope this is sorta ok lmfao #open heart #jackie varma #bryce lahela #rafael aveiro #ethan ramsey #jackie x mc #bryce x mc #rafael x mc #ethan x mc #open heart hc #headcanon

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bansept · 4 years

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aaaa I don't know if you're currently accepting requests, but I came across this old post and just thought it's such a cuute idea and that youd be the perfect person to write this!

Hello! Yes, I do accept requests!

I had never seen this post before and I couldn't help but try to write something.... Thank you for recommending the idea and thinking I would be the right person to write it! I'm really happy somebody did 🥺🥺

"So. You understand?"

For normal people, having one of the children bringing their girlfriend home was a (small) event, but a good one. The family would meet the young woman and ask her a few questions, like her tastes and what she did and that would be about it. Since they would respect her privacy and stuff like that.

But see, Ichigo didn't have a normal family. At all. Both because of all the things that had happened between Shinigami's and Quincies, and because they were pretty much crazy.

The moment the interest between Ichigo and Orihime had been more clear, obvious, everyone in their surrounding had lurked around them, always whispering and wondering things. Their friends had been nice enough to not ask too many questions.

But his family... Well. They did ask questions. Lots of them.

He had talked to Orihime about them being so noisy and she, adorable as she was, didn't think it was an issue.

"That means they care about you! It's normal, no?"

"Hime, that's not... They're crazy."

She had walked to him to hug him tightly, chuckling about how cute all that was, and he didn't agree but oh well.

"For fuck's sake, please don't ask her the same questions you asked me... And don't yell. And don't act all crazy. Just... Don't embarrass her."

Isshin looked like a kicked puppy, and Yuzu was definitely hurt but at least Karin was nodding her head.

"I agree with Ichi-ni. We already know Orihime pretty well, so no need to ask anything about her..."

"Nonsense! When a man and a woman come together..."

Ichigo raised from his chair quickly and gave a good side punch to his father's ribs, making him stop in his tracks and hopefully bite his tongue, shutting him up.

"Orihime is too innocent for you to start saying that stuff in front of her... And, ah just please be normal!"

Ichigo was already red enough - both from anger and embarrassment - to deal with his father, who was still very much on the floor, blabbering about young people and their love and how cute that was.

"I don't think that's possible for dad NOT to be embarrassing, but we will do our best. Thank God we already know her, so the old man should be less awkward." Karin sighed, Yuzu visibly wondering what to do between helping her dad (who deserved the punch) and scolding her twin, who was obviously right.

Ichigo got up from his chair silently and sighed, feeling the familiar headache come back.

"Exactly. Orihime knows you, you know her. She's not a different person from before, so you can skip all the questions. Just... Consider her as someone close to me."

"Yeah, your girlfriend."

"Y-yeah."

At Ichigo's stutter, Isshin got up from his spot on the floor and placed his hands on his son's shoulders.

"Have no fear son, you'll get used to call her that very quickly!"

Ichigo didn't react, happy that his father was, for once this afternoon, correct, but then that old man could have a plot in mind.

He picked up his vest and put it on slowly, grumbling about the weather to change the subject. They had spent hours talking, him explaining them that no, they couldn't embarrass Orihime or they wouldn't come visit again.

That didn't work. The only thing that seemed to convince them was Ichigo leaving with the same frown he came with.

A few days later, Ichigo was very nervously seated next to Orihime, who looked at ease when laughing with his sisters. He had not really listened to what was happening, what was being said, too preoccupied with how Isshin hadn't said anything weird. At all.

He frowned. Something was definitely coming.

"Oh, but how is Ichigo? He's always so grumpy with all of us, I think I forgot how he looks like when he smiles!" Yuzu pouted, but there was a sweet smile under it.

"Oh... Well, he's never really grumpy now, he's just... Kind and thoughtful..." Orihime felt her cheeks grow link and, right at that moment, Isshin raised a mischievous eyebrow.

"Ah he is way too I love with you then! The son I know doesn't know anything but scolding!"

It was silly, very much so, since, well, it had been official, but the words "in love" said by one parent were very, very blush inducing for the two young adults. Orihime chuckled politely and placed a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I-I don't always scold... You are just way too invasive."

"Well, of course we're not! I like to ask questions and your reactions are funny." Isshin grinned like... Some sort of a goblin, and Ichigo definitely wanted to get angry. The only thing that stopped him was the hand that came to rest in his, comforting him under the table.

"You're his family, of course you would want to ask questions! There's no problem, really! It's normal after all."

She turned her head to his, smiling brightly like always, and a smile also bloomed on the orange-haired young man.

"Yeah, it's normal."

#bleach #ichihime #ichigo kurosaki #orihime inoue #ichihime headcanon #ichihime fanfiction #thank you for the ask!

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obeymematches · 4 years

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Obey Me matchup please?

Hello, how are you? Thank you for taking your time to do this for me!~

About me: I’m a hetero Female, 5'3" (161 cm), long dark blonde hair, blue eyes, pale, thin build, and wear glasses cause I’m blind af. I have a tomboyish sort of dress style. I like hoodies/jackets, don’t like to wear skirts/dresses or high heels. I almost never wear makeup unlike most girls. I have skin allergies so makeup makes me itchy. My MBTI is INFP and my enneagram is 4w5.

I’m a more quiet person, although I love memes and quoting things that make me laugh. I have a really immature sense of humor so sometimes simple potty humor is enough to get me going. It takes me a long time to fully trust someone. I have a lot of issues I don’t like to talk about, including the fact that I’m autistic (aspergers to be precise) as it’s something I really don’t like about myself. I’m extremely self conscious about my looks, I don’t think of myself as pretty or attractive. I hate it when people see me cry so if that happens I will hide and not come out till I’m ready. I have no confidence in myself, but I do have a willingness to learn. I can be sarcastic and will sometimes be a troll just for my own amusement. I consider myself more on the independent side so I’m not someone who needs constant attention. I like having my space and enjoying the silence when needed. I have a weakness for animals (especially cats, my cat is my baby) and Pokemon plush (hoarder). I’m into anime, manga, and video games. It’s pretty much what I’ve invested all of my time into. I’m really reclusive and only go outside to work or go grocery shopping, although it’s nice to get away from it all once in a while. I’m also a low energy person, so I enjoy a good siesta when I’m really tired.

I don’t know if I would consider myself touch starved, but I it’s hard for me to be cuddly/intimate even with my family members, despite us being close. Not sure if it has to do with my autism or not, touch for me with other people is just kinda weird. That said, I’d like to be more intimate with those I’m close to, just have to get around the awkward feeling it gives me. Oddly enough, I touch/kiss/hug animals like my cat just fine. With animals, there is no awkward feeling. I’m the oldest of 3 children, and my sister wants to be hugged often and while I love her deeply, I wish she wouldn’t hold onto me for so long. My brother is more like me, we love each other, but prefer to express our bond by talking about things nobody else really understands. It confuses our parents and strangers, but that just makes it the more entertaining for us.

What I want in a partner is someone who I can truly bond with. Like a twin flame/soulmate kind of thing. Someone who is not only my partner, but also my best friend. I want to be their one and only, their number one. And of course, I want to let my partner know that they’re my one and only too as well as my number one. I’m not the kind of person to cheat on my partner, and I would hope the same from them. I want us to be able to trust each other 100%, that we always have each others backs. I want us to be there for one another when one of us is going through a rough time. Being the introvert I am, I do not require constant attention from my partner. I would understand perfectly if my partner needed time to themselves or just wanted to hang with some friends. I like the idea of marrying my partner. I’m a low sex drive person so unless I’m sure it’s with the right person, I’d prefer sex after marriage. I’m not real big on the idea of children because I don’t think someone like me would be a good parent. However, I am open to changing my views on this. Looks to me aren’t as important as how we connect on a personal level. I do think physical attraction should be part of a relationship, but it should not be the main basis for said relationship.

As for a favorite character, to be honest I don’t really have one. I think each character is enjoyable in their own way, including the undateables. I guess if I had to choose one of the characters, I’d pick Levi. As for the undatables, I’d have to pick Simeon.

I hope this wasn’t too long. Thanks again for your time and I hope you have a good day. :)

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Hiii!!!!

Thank you for sending in a request!!!

I was pleasantly surprised when you mentioned that you like Levi the most, because he was exactly the one on my mind as I read your request.

So I hope you like the result!!

I match you with Leviathan!

So your fashion style is something worthy to consider as that’s something that gets others attention and says a few things about you even if you talk to a stranger. I think Levi wouldn’t mind at all that you prefer to be comfy! Honestly, he feels the same about this and he would never try to pressure you into wearing something you don’t like. (I mean you can expect him to cosplay with you at times, but thats more fun if you want it too.)

Having a sense of humour makes people more attractive. A sense of humour is usually each to their own, but I think Levi would get your jokes the most.

Levi doesn’t trust easily either, I mean first he has to figure out whether or not you’re normie, but even if you are not he still has to make sure that you are actually genuine. This probably comes from his low self-esteem.

When you are with him, you have to deal with him talking down on himself a lot and hopefully you are patient enough to handle that. (but also don’t let him use that against you to manipulate you, he is a demon afterall)

In return he would also help you with your insecurities, like i totally see him saying stuff like “so if you think you are ugly then i am much worse than ugly”

He would learn a lot from you and about you also. Like he would never tell you he is not interested when you want to rant about anything. Like your experiences, interests, opinions, anything. He knows he has a tendency to rant so the least he can do is listen to you when you want to talk about something.

The two of you could definitely troll social media as a bonding activity!!!

He has similar views on going out and independance, so the two of you understand and respect boundaries really well, which means theres no conflicts about that!

Oh pls don’t siesta with Belphie ever, it would make Levi so envious and he might think you’re cheating.

I think Levi is not too affectionate either, like touching him turns him into a mess. Good luck trying to talk to him after that for like 3 hours. But I think after he trusts you a bit more and after he believes that you are actually trustworthy, not just a nasty human normie, he will try to be intimate with you more often. His libido is much less than Asmo’s or Lucifer’s, so I think he can restain himself well enough for you to be okay and for him to not cross your boundaries. (in canon he is a virgin if i know right so he can wait a couple more years if that makes you comfortable.)

Levi would do his best to get along well with your siblings, though he is very socially anxious so pls be prepared to help him out in case he freezes. But I think after he gets used to them he would want to hang out more at your place - you don’t have as many siblings as he does so the place is more quiet, also your siblings are actually fun, unlike that loser Mammon.

I also think being best friends with your actual partner pays off at the long run, and Levi is a very good candidate for that. (as we can see in his phantom devilgram story). He may be a shut it but that doesn’t mean his life is boring or he does nothing at all. In canon he has several creative hobbies, like drawing, sculpturing, cosplaying, but he also reads, plays games and watches anime. So there are many things to do!!! He would be honored of you indulged in his hobbies and he would do his best to show you the ropes! In return he would do the same in case you pick up a hobby he never had before. Just a fun bonding experience, thats all

Trust, loyalty and honesty are the main values he looks for and he has them in himself as well. Tho as I mentioned he will take his time with trusting you.

Hmmmmmmm idk about his take on marriage though. Like i’m certain theres the demon equivalent for that and I think his opinion depends on their traditions. (or like if it’s a wedding with traditions of both worlds, idk how that would go because he is a demon so idk youd have to talk about the religious parts a lot. also he will not be able to handle the whole town being there because of the above mentioned anxiety) but like a private ceremony with just the two of you sounds good! (i mean he is just happy that one person somehow ended up in love with him, he wouldn’t really have any issues with commitment.)

I think you’d also be able to balance out his tendencies of being irrational at times, like when he talk down too much on himself or when he impulse bought something for the 17th time this week. and it’s only tuesday.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me shall we date #swd obey me #obey me swd #obey me leviathan #levi obey me!#obey me levi #om! levi #om! leviathan #levi obey me #obey me matchup #submission

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dirt-cup-draco · 5 years

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Ready or Not (Part 2/2) Ardeth Bay x Reader

You set up a little camp for yourself and you stared at the stars above, fire crackling nearby and blankets around you. You rested your hand on your stomach. “This is a beautiful place, one day we’ll visit and I just know you’ll love it. You’ll be like your mama and papa... I hope you get to know Ardeth...” You sniffled. What if he didn’t want to know his child? What if the little guy never got to know his father? Your heart clenched at the thought.

Could you call him a little guy? It was really just a hunch but yeah, your little boy, that felt right.You sometimes felt so strongly for this living being you’d never even met. Just the thought of your child could bring a smile to your face but it always ended up with tears. You were scared and hormonal and you needed Ardeth and hated Ardeth and wanted to be closer to him.

Jesus this man was going to drive you insane. You huffed angrily. Why did you have to be put in this position? But you also wouldn’t have changed it if you could go back. This was going to be your child, with a man at your side or not. The support would be nice however and maybe you and Ardeth could even try and work things out between you two, maybe feel more than just friendship towards each other.

You’d always had a bit of a crush but you had never met a man who seemed more unreachable. He was strong and lovely and duty bound and had a strong sense of justice and was nothing short of honorable. Could you think of any fault the man had?

You snorted. Maybe not having a strong enough pull out game. Had you two used a condom? God you couldn’t even remember that. You had stolen some alcohol that Jonathon had stolen and snuck off, Ardeth had inevitably followed, maybe thinking something was wrong. The two of you had sat in your tent and sipped at the full bottle talking and sharing like it was no big deal. And then the bottle was empty and you two were much closer than you had been before.

Hed kissed you and youd kissed back. Then your memories get heady and warm, fuzzy and burned at the edges but you could nearly feel his fingertips tracing your sides after he’d gotten you undressed if you thought hard enough. Sighing you wiggled around a bit, trying to get more comfortable or maybe just move out of the position you’d been in before in hopes of changing your train of thought, maybe even derailing it completely.

A blank mind would help you sleep and then you could wake up and get this overdue show on the road.

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.

You had that mantra running on repeat as to block out everything else that could possibly be going on up there. You soon became hyper aware of your leg bouncing and your heart beating. Your ears tuned out everything else and focused on the blood pumping in your veins. You felt warm and solid and your eyelids got heaving. You took one last peak at the sky. The stars winked and you felt as if that was their goodnight to you.

When morning came it was not soon enough and you were disappointed to find that no one was surrounding you, hell there wasn’t even anyone around.

“God damn it! How am I going to find that bastard if he doesn’t have phone! I can’t go all around the damn desert searching for him!” You shouted to the sky as you grumpily munched on the dry cereal and water you had. It seemed to help with the morning sickness and you were already in a bad mood, it didn’t need to be made worse.

Your anger bit at your tear ducts and you scoffed rubbing at them, hoping your eyelashes somehow absorbed the tears trying to break free. You would not cry over this, it really wasn’t that important for god’s sake. You would find Ardeth or he would find you there was no reason you needed to get upset. But still, you were anxious to let the man know you were carrying his child.

You still didn’t know what you expected from him once he did get the news but you just felt that he had to know.

“Miss? Are you alright?” You heard someone call out from a distance. You turned around and narrowed your eyes. At first you felt foolish, they must have seen your pathetic display but then your eyes narrowed in on them. The tattoos. The clothes. The horse. And more importantly, the voice. It couldn’t be could it?

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” That idiotic and wonderful voice asked. He slid from his horse and walked forward. Your feet begged you to move as well. The yards between you were crossed and Ardeth was in front of you, his hands on your cheeks and his eyebrows drawn to the center in concern. Your hands rested on his forearms and you sighed happily.

“We need to talk, I came to talk to you,” You explained and he only looked more concerned. Was that a good sign?

Ardeth nodded and took a step back. “Might I ask what the nature of the conversation will be? I was just heading to the market, do we need privacy?” You looked at the vast desert around you.

“I think this is the perfect spot to talk. Um, well you see Ardeth, the thing is.... I um.... well that is to say that.... Um...”

Oh god you should’ve written this down or something. Your brain had gone on vacation, nothing but empty space and tumbleweeds between your ears now. “When I was here last-” At that his eyebrows shot up high. At least you knew he was listening to your lame attempt at a conversation.

“For god’s sake this shouldn’t be so hard!” you breathed and Ardeth thought he knew the intention behind your conversation. Which he did not. On the right track, yes. But he had not anticipated the bomb you were about to drop on him.

“Please, Y/N, do not worry about that, it is gone from my mind completely, we were both under the influence-”

Your heart dropped and you couldn’t hear any more of what he had to say about what he thought you were there for. “Ardeth! For christ’s sake I am pregnant with your child! “

He blinked dumbly. His eyes were wide and his limbs were frozen. “You are what?” You knew he’d heard you, he just needed time to process it. But you really hated the silence. You really, really hated it.

“On the bright side, the ladies love guys who are good with kids,” You offered with a smile because you werent sure what else to do.

“You mean to say,” he finally started up again, “that we had sex once, nearly two months ago, and you are pregnant? I-I... Y/N I hardly remember that night, it was good but I mean-”

Your lip began to quiver at his words. You knew this had been stupid. “D-don’t worry I’m not here to tie you down... Just thought you should know. H-he’s yours but you get to decide if you want to be in his life or not.” You had to look away. This felt like a huge rejection, not just for you but for your baby too.

Ardeth took a heavy breath and his hand landed on your shoulder, he tugged you around and then into his chest. “I’m saying the wrong things.” He stated. A watery chuckle escaped your lips. “Yes, but I don’t know what the right things are either, I was just as surprised as you,”

“Thank you for me,” You nodded and finally wrapped your arms around his sturdy middle. “You’re his father, Ardeth, why wouldn’t I tell you?” This caused a reaction in him. You could feel it, his body didn’t move but it was something in the way his breath caught.

“Maybe..maybe you could stay here for a bit, we can talk more about t-this.” He tried. “This is not something that will be resolved in one conversation.” You took a step out of his arms and you met his gaze.

“You’re right. We have a lot more we need to talk about, I’m not really packed to stay... Is there any way you would consider coming to London? It’s not just my lack of clothing, I want to be home during this pregnancy... I understand if you can’t,” Were you making things difficult? What if Ardeth thought you were being too high maintenance?

You looked to the ground and kicked your shoe into the sand. A moment later there was an arm around your shoulder and a pair of familiar lips at your temple.

“I admit that London is out of my comfort zone, but I think that we are both in a very foreign situation and since you are the one carrying o-our child, we will do things your way,”

You looked up at him with doe eyes and a smile broke out onto your face that wasn’t forced. He’d always thought your smile was pleasant, hopefully the baby in your belly would have the same one.

The thought caused his own smile to spread on his face. You two had never felt more like strangers yet the thought of the two of you sharing a child was not completely unpleasant. You were kind and resilient and beautiful and respectable and he enjoyed your friendship.

There was much to talk about, but he was positive that there would be a good outcome.

#ardeth bay x reader #ardeth bay x pregnant!reader #pregnant!reader #Rick O'Connell #Evy O'Connell #Alex O'Connell #mummy #the mummy #ardeth bay #ardeth bae #ahhhh #i suck at endings

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normal-thoughts-official · 5 years

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Magnus and Queen

ok so i thought making the other post would get this off my chest but apparently it didnt so here comes

this post is non-queen-fans friendly

lemme just talk a little bit more about magnus' (Canon!!!!) relationship with freddie mercury cuz honestly i think they were just name-dropping but it makes so much sense i die

listen. LISTEN. magnus and freddie are so alike, its kind of unreal. both really powerful/glamorous/outspoken people who actually felt pretty lonely and were very closed off when it came to important things.

both with the same fashion style and love to break gender roles (particularly 70s!Freddie).

both big cat lovers.

both really Soft and romantic and nice but taken for divas and drama queens because of their effeminate styles.

both serial adopters of insecure kids (John deacon, queens bassist, has said multiple times that fred was like a father figure to him, helped him come out of his shell and feel comfortable in the band and always helped him write his songs. also most of freddie's exes or queer friends ended up living at his house or getting a position as like, freddie's "personal assistant" or "gardener" so he could help them on their feet - and magnus, well, magnus has adopted every single downworlder he managed to put his hands on).

both diplomatic peacemakers (all the queen guys have said on multiple occasions that when things got heated, freddie helped them figure out their differences and played the diplomat) but who also didnt stand for bullshit.

both had an "open house" policy (freddie would accept visitors any day and frequently took random people he met on clubs to his home. that's how he met his husband, jim hutton)

both really creative, admired, fierce people. both scared of being left behind and unloved. both queer men of color.

like listen theres just. so much they could bond over. so much they could share with each other. i bet their relationship was so good for the both of them

with all of that being said, i dont think they were like, boyfriends. theres many reasons for that; 1- magnus would have to hide pretty much his entire life from freddie; 2- i think magnus would at least avoid getting involved with a mundane; 3- magnus spent way too many years closed off to romantic relationships; 4- they were both kinda private when it came to The Important Things so i think that would put a wall between them should they try to have a romantic relationship

so I'm thinking - not dating, but not really friends with benefits either? something like friends-who-sometimes-bang-and-sometimes-sit-in-silence-doing-their-thing-and-sometimes-talk-all-night-long. intimate and close, but not really romantic. and they were fine with that

freddie and magnus would lowkey compete over who loved cats the most. it was never really explicitly said but whenever magnus would, like, get a cat some milk, freddie would give them fish, so magnus would pet them, so freddie would kiss them, and it kept going but neither would acknowledge what was happening

magnus had to have met the other queen members at some point, since they were all really close (like, personal-space-is-not-a-thing close, really, there are many pictures of them all just. sitting on each other's laps), and i think hed vibe with Brian May (queens guitarrist) pretty well

im thinking party because freddie loved to throw parties and magnus loved himself a good party and somehow he bumps on Brian and theyre both slightly tipsy and started talking and like. brian is fun (esp when hes drunk) so theyd get along well and somehow they found themselves at a quieter place just talking. im thinking by the pool just because brian would throw himself at the pool at freddie's parties jejdid

anyway they have a few bits in common if you look close enough. mainly, brians gender issues (his parents kind of raised him as a girl and hes always been like, slightly feminine. up to this day - hes 71 now - brian paints his nails and has long curly hair and wears androgynous clothing on his shows) and death issues (brian had a sister who died very young and it deeply scarred him. he has many songs that revolve around the idea of being the one who lives and having to watch your loved ones die. hes also struggled with depression and suicidal ideation for pretty much his whole life)

so like, ok, yeah, dark, but im not really thinking, super dark? im thinking somehow these topics come up and it ends up being like one of these honest conversations you have with strangers at a party when you're just the right amount of tipsy to be honest without being hyper-emotional or a crying mess. these conversations that end up going deep but dont really feel sad, feel more like "omg someone understands!" and end up being kind of fun

so they talk about these issues and get along pretty well and both come out of their conversation pretty satisfied. magnus didnt reveal anything he shouldn't, of course, but that conversation ended up subconsciously inspiring brian to write who wants to live forever

magnus kind of doesnt listen to who wants to live forever cuz it hits a little too close to home. but its a beautiful song

eventually, with magnus becoming the high warlock of brooklyn and freddie dating other people, they stop seeing each other. they dont really break up as much as drift apart, and, as many of freddie's exes, stay on pretty amicable terms

magnus never stops being a queen fan. hed still go to concerts, along with dot, and sometimes talk to the guys when he managed

magnus was totally that queen fan who liked the hot space album, and dot was totally that queen fan who despised the hot space album. these were the concerts that magnus "dragged" dot to (because i refuse to believe dot doesnt like queen. theres no such thing). theyd have heated arguments over it too

"its funk! its disco! its not queen" "oh, so you're telling me that queen, the band that mixed hard rock and opera, should stick to a single musical genre?" "im saying it doesnt have queens touch. i thought youd back me up on this, dont you think there could be more of an edge?" "darling, there can always be more of an edge. also, two words: under pressure." and even dot cant argue with the power of under pressure, but that doesn't mean she'll agree with him

queen is magnus' go-to band for many moods. they just have so many songs he can relate to (from dont try suicide to somebody to love) and also many purely fun, even silly songs he can dance/perform to and just feel. happy. he even likes most of queens not as well-known songs, like seaside rendezvous and lazing on a sunday afternoon

freddie's death shocked him. freddie didnt tell the press about his disease and they werent that close anymore at the time, so it hit him in the stomach. he attended the freddie mercury tribute concert and went back home feeling better and knowing that freddie lived a happy life

when he starts to miss him and wants to honour him, he listens to was it all worth it, to remind himself that yes, Freddie died really happy and proud of his life

#me trying desperstely to not end this on a sad note like #sh #shadowhunters #magnus bane #meta #sh meta #dot rollins #dot #dorothea rollins #magnus lightwood bane #overflowing trashcan

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magdaclaire · 5 years

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would you also write for bfu? id love to read something where one of them is touch starved? or just really affectionate and wanting to hug the other the whole time? if you dont wanna write shyan just pick another pairing youd like :)

Hi, so! I no longer write Buzzfeed fic, or rpf at all. However, I think Winterhawk (the Winter Soldier and Hawkeye) have a somewhat similar dynamic to Shyan, so that's what we're going with.

It’s over a thousand words, so most of it is under the cut!

Bucky cards his fingers through Clint’s hair slowly, careful not to catch in where Clint’s hair (which needs to be cut pretty badly) is tangled and matted with blood. His friend is completely passed out, not from the injury (it’s not even that bad), but from the thirty six hours that he’s been awake without rest. The injury is from a nick that Clint got shaving high on his jawline (because he’s an idiot) that he picked at in his sleep, and he somehow managed to sleep-wipe it into his hair before Bucky got the bleeding to stop. Really, Bucky should leave. It’s not normal to sit here while Clint is sleeping, even if the desire to sit and guard him (with the absolute benefit of watching him sleep) is strong.

Bucky slides his leg out from beneath Clint’s head as carefully as he can, but still, the sleeping man grabs onto him.

“No,” sleepy Clint whines, dragging Bucky closer until Clint’s head is no longer on his legs at all, but rather encroaching upon Bucky’s stomach and making him slouch. Bucky, unable to stop himself, smiles fondly. If he’s sweet on Clint, that’s his business. They should get a hotel in a couple of days; Clint has been having more problems with cold lately, if he’s snuggling up to Bucky like this. His left hand, the one that is hard, cold metal and not flesh and blood, is resting on top of Clint’s head now, but when he tries to move it, Clint is whining again. This time it’s wordless, though it doesn’t stay that way for long.

“Pet me,” Clint whines some more, pushing himself further into Bucky’s lap. Clint is likely the best friend that Bucky has in the 21st century, but even he does not think that modern men are platonically like this with each other. He strokes his fingers through Clint’s hair anyway, careful in not hurting him with the metal plating, and Clint hums happily. This isn’t a fair thing to do when you have feelings for someone. Clint trusts him as a friend, not as anything that Bucky’s strangled heart would like for them to be.

“Clint,” Bucky says, quiet, but loud enough to disturb Clint, who pokes him in the stomach. He pokes him again, even harder, as Bucky’s hand stills and takes up resting on the back of Clint’s neck. There’s more whining when Bucky tries to retract himself again, almost enough to make him stay, even if it’s not a good idea. Clint pushes him back against the couch cushions and doesn’t seem to want to let him leave.

“Bucky,” Clint whines, dragging out the second syllable of Bucky’s name for what seems like ten yards. He wraps his arms around Bucky’s waist, keeping him in place as he smushes his face back into Bucky’s abdomen.

“Stay,” Clint requests, just barely a tiny, little whisper as if Bucky’s not supposed to hear it at all. All of the fight in Bucky flows out like it was never there at all, and he sinks down, little by little, until it’s less like Clint is laying on him and more like Bucky is holding him. Clint climbs further up him and settles with his face against Bucky’s neck, one of his hands just barely under the bottom hem of Bucky’s shirt, the other cradling the back of Bucky’s head. Bucky can only make himself hold tense for a moment before he finds himself relaxing, completely at ease with having Clint lay over him like a blanket.

Bucky doesn’t have a lot of recent experience in the way of positive touches. He barely remembers a childhood in Brooklyn, sisters and parents laying all over him in the New York City winter cold, barely remembers having Steve Rogers attached at his hip and never hating it. Now, it’s sometimes okay to have Steve near him, but he’s never, never as close as Clint is right now, and Bucky feels good. He feels comfortable, comforted, normal. Clint makes him feel normal in all of the best ways, even if he’s attracted to and maybe falling in love with a man who just sees him as a friend. He squeezes Clint closer unabashedly and Clint just snuggles deeper into him, breathing him in.

“Would it be the worst thing in the world if I kissed you right now? I wanna go back to sleep after, but I wanna kiss you before you get all angsty,” Clint asks directly into Bucky’s ear, already pressing a kiss under it. Bucky feels himself freeze and yet immediately unfreeze, because this is exactly like Clint. For as much as he pretends to be a socially inept circus clown (even so much as the last bit is true), Clint has sharper eyes than perhaps even Bucky himself, and of course he knows.

“Please,” Bucky whispers. He can’t make himself kiss Clint first, no matter how badly he wants to, and Clint seems to realise that because he uses the hand behind Bucky’s head to tilt it, to bring him closer. Clint tilts his own head as well so their noses don’t collide and kissing Clint Barton is the warmest thing that has ever happened to the Winter Soldier. Clint Barton kisses like he’s never going to be able to do it again, like he has to get rid of all of his feelings now or they’ll be enough to stop his heart. Bucky tries to kiss back in just the same way, taking him in like breathing, and somehow he brings Clint even closer, until it’s hard to distinguish which one of them is which.

Clint is a lot taller than Bucky (6’3 to his 5’9), and tucking him into all of the places where Bucky feels empty feels like coming home despite it. Because of working out and that sheer height (what Janet calls the Tall White Boy Strength Equation), Clint can carry him pretty easily, metal arm and all. Because of the serum, Bucky can carry just about anything pretty easily, even a man that’s muscular, toned and half a foot taller than him. Both of these facts are important because, despite the comfort of every couch purchased by Tony Stark, the idea of Clint sleeping in his bed is one that Bucky doesn’t want to get out of his head.

“Clint,” he says when he breaks their third or fourth kiss, breathless, because Clint may have said one kiss but he did not mean it. Clint looks at him like he’s made of the most beautiful spun glass, like he’s something to be admired and cared for, and Bucky doesn’t know what to do with that. “Let’s go to bed,” he proposes, putting a kiss on Clint’s nose, which makes his archer smile beautifully.

“I’ll carry you to bed, Bucks. I got you.”

#winterhawk #bucky barnes #clint barton #winter soldier #hawkeye #mine #thank you for the prompt!#Anonymous

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lgbtyrus · 6 years

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TJ’s Playlist Chapter 6

Story Summary: When Cyrus finds a playlist on TJ’s desktop full of old love songs, he realizes that TJ has never been a scary basketball guy but rather a huge sap. TJ just wished Cyrus could realize that all of those songs remind him of a certain boy who likes chocolate chocolate chip muffins without telling him directly.

With insecurities and fears almost set in stone, it’s hard for TJ to admit that he has a heart aching crush on Cyrus who is trying to avoid just that. Of course, it doesn’t seem like both of them are trying to get over each other when they’re always together.

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Warning: angst, they cuss now

Cyrus found himself still lying awake in his dark room. His blanket had been thrown to the side, and he was sweating. He made his way to his restroom, and when he was washing his hands, he looked up at his mirror. He looked exhausted. He had told TJ goodnight and his intentions were to fall asleep right away like he had for the last few years. It was a gift Andi and Buffy always told him that they envied.

Only he couldn’t.

He kept thinking about his conversation with Buffy and wondered if there was anything that they had done that made her ask that question. What had put the idea in her head?

The only thing that drove him crazier was that he couldn’t get the idea out of his head. When had put the polaroid of him and TJ in his journal, he doodled a heart on the side without thinking. He quickly turned it into a shaded in circle and shut his journal.

He didn’t want to like TJ. He couldn’t like TJ. He didn’t want to be feeling all those butterflies and how his cheeks managed to feel hotter around him even though it was already 90 degrees outside. TJ was the human version of the sun to him, and it was getting harder to look at him. Cyrus couldn’t help but notice the few freckles that dotted his nose. Green was becoming a prettier color to him, and he didn’t want to know if it was because that was the color of TJ’s eyes. Their height difference was becoming a lot more noticeable to him, too. Thinking about their height difference killed him. It was when he wondered if he’d have to stand on his tippy toes to kiss him.

He would do absolutely anything to stop thinking about TJ.

Only it was getting harder.

It was kind of starting to hurt, too. It was the same longing he felt in his chest when he saw Jonah. His obstacle from being with Jonah was Andi and the probable fact that Jonah didn’t like boys. His obstacle with being TJ was simply that he didn’t like boys- making it easier to lose their friendship. If Jonah had found out, he was probably going to say “oh sorry” and then proceed to still be friends with him because of the Good Hair Crew.

If TJ found out, Cyrus had already built 22 different scenarios of it going horribly wrong. Only one of them included a “Sorry, Cyrus. I don’t like guys. But let’s still be friends.” Only, they didn’t ever speak again after that. Cyrus felt like he was driving himself mad thinking of it.

Cyrus made his way back into his room and threw himself at his bed. He hadn’t checked the time in a while, so he unplugged his phone from the charger on his bedside table. He let out a sigh as he realized it was 2:02AM. He felt curse. He had never stayed up for no reason, not even when he liked Iris or Jonah. If anything, he wanted to go to sleep to avoid the fact that he didn’t like kissing Iris as cool as she was. He wanted to fall asleep so that he could dream of another world where Jonah liked him.

But now all he could do is stay away and live in the world where TJ Kippen didn’t like him.

Cyrus shut his eyes once more, his phone gripped in his hand. He tried to fall asleep, and he knew it wasn't working. He slightly picked his head up and slammed it back down repeatedly on his pillow, hoping it'd be enough to take him out. It didn't work.

He began thinking about TJ again as he gave up and lay there. He thought about how he was actually putting in a lot more effort into his math. It made him smile.

Then he remembered.

Cyrus: Hey TJ r u awake?

In less than a minute, there was a response on his phone.

TJ: Yes but u shouldnt be

Cyrus: i can't sleep

TJ: why not?

Because of you!

Cyrus: honestly im not sure. i just have a lot of things running through my mind

You.

TJ: Do you want to talk about it?

Cyrus: I don't think so. I don't even know y i texted u in the first place tbh. sorry

TJ: youre good. i dont fall asleep until like 4am

Cyrus: oh man thats too late kgfdjgfdg

TJ: lmao i didnt think youd ever fall asleep past 10

Cyrus: i never do. i have a strict need for at least 7 hrs of sleep or ill die

TJ: looks like ur gonna die

Cyrus: please release a white dove at my funeral. make it two so it won't be lonely. Im being honest rn. im chugging a gallon of coffee tomorrow i swear. how do u do it everyday

TJ: I don't have a choice most of the time lmao. i just deal with it and let it slowly try to kill me

Cyrus: so u havent died bc you're a vampire?

TJ: u can say that. Hey can I call you instead? Im lazy

Cyrus: ye

“No,” Cyrus groaned. Hearing his voice was going to make everything feel worse. His phone started buzzing and he quickly answered it. He had never been happier about having soundproof walls. He didn’t want his parents asking what he was doing up so late talking to TJ.

“Hey,” TJ mumbled. Cyrus thought his sleepy voice was going to knock him out cold right then and right there.

“Hey, vampire,” Cyrus teased, making TJ chuckled in response.

“You sound awfully happy.”

“I’d be happier if I was asleep but I guess a late night conversation with my good pal TJ won’t kill me.”

“I’m starting to wonder if you really made up with Buffy,” TJ hummed. His voice was groggy yet Cyrus ate up every single one of his words. This was definitely a bad decision. “Did you?”

“I did,” Cyrus sighed. He was starting to wonder if he should tell him the real reason he couldn’t sleep. No. Then I’d have to tell him the idea of us liking each other is keeping me awake. But…. I don’t like him so it wouldn’t matter would it?

“We’re all cool right? I was wondering if she wanted to get her girl team to practice with mine.”

Cyrus grinned, “That’s actually be great. You should talk to her about it. I swear she’s not angry.”

“Why was she acting up with you then?”

“Stupid reasons. She admitted it herself. She’s scared of… something.”

“Buffy? Scared?” TJ scoffed. “Of what? Her reflection?” TJ paused and then said, “Sorry, that was mean.” Cyrus ended up laughing.

“No, it’s fine. She’s more worried you can say.”

“Of what?”

Of us falling in love, getting married, adopting kids, and living next door to her.

“Of us getting closer I guess.”

“So, she’s jealous?” TJ asked. Cyrus stopped himself for a moment. He hadn’t thought about it that way. He did make it clear he’d never pick anyone over her and Andi, though. He wouldn’t.

“Well we cleared it up, so I don’t think so.”

“Did she,” TJ hummed for a moment, “say anything else?” Cyrus raised an eyebrow. Did TJ know something else?

“Why are you asking?”

“Um…. Just curious.”

“You sure?”

“Well,” TJ added hesitantly. “I don’t know. I guess Amber and Buffy talked.”

“Buffy and Amber? Like my Buffy?”

“No, Buffy Summers. Yes, your Buffy,” TJ chuckled. “I guess that Amber showed her that photo where we both fell asleep and um,” TJ’s voice got lower, “I think that’s why she started acting up. Acting up is the right phrase to use but it’s 2AM. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Cyrus barely managed to say. His heart was beating fast and he was filling up with dread. Did TJ know exactly what Buffy was thinking?

“But did she say anything weird?” TJ asked again. Cyrus realized there were only 22 ways this could go wrong, and then chances of triggering one wasn’t that high. He was also half asleep and his “fuck it” senses were quite activated.

“By weird do you mean her asking me a million times about the idea of us dating?” Cyrus quickly spit out, hoping TJ might miss the word ‘dating’. There was a moment of complete silence for almost twenty seconds. Cyrus palms were feeling sweaty, so he put his phone on speaker and lay it on the pillow next to him.

“Yeah, that,” TJ finally said. “I think it was because of Amber, to be honest.”

“I mean everything makes sense, now,” Cyrus replied. “I was getting worried about some dumb stuff. I think that’s why I couldn’t sleep.” He felt a lot more relieved. So he and TJ hasn’t done something that made it seem like they had “more than friends” intentions. It was just a conversation between Buffy and Amber that sparked something in Buffy.

“So you do know why you can’t sleep,” TJ told him, discarding the dating topic.

“Well, kind of. I mean Buffy and I actually fought over this. We never fight.”

“Just because her and Amber conspired that we liked each other?” TJ scoffed. “They do know that will never happen right?” Those words seemed to chew right through Cyrus’ heart strings.

“Yeah… yeah,” Cyrus cleared his throat. “I mean we fixed it. She realized she was being dumb. She admitted it, too.”

“Did she apologize?”

“No. I don’t expect her to. It’s Buffy.”

“It’s Buffy isn’t a good excuse, Underdog. If I drain the blood out of a kindergartner, nobody is going to say, ‘Well, it’s just TJ.’ Are they?”

“One, they’re totally different. Two, one of them is completely unrealistic.” He wished TJ wasn’t so blunt sometimes. It made him come face to face with the feelings and thoughts he always shoved in the back of his head.

“Buffy apologizing every once in a while shouldn’t be unrealistic.”

“Well,” Cyrus sighed. “I don’t feel like she owes me an apology, okay?”

“If you’re comfortable with lying to yourself, sure.”

“I’m so comfortable with lying to myself, I’d convince myself that I love myself.”

“Self-deprecating humor, huh. Nice”

“Thanks. It’s a specialty. My brain is full of it.”

“That’s nice. My brain is full of useless facts.”

“Like what?”

“Like a cat named Stubbs was the mayor of Alaska from 1997 until his death.

“TJ, I know I don’t cuss, but literally. What the fuck,” Cyrus softly chuckled, causing TJ to erupt with laughter. Cyrus rarely heard TJ laugh like this, but it was music to his ears. He really did hate the way TJ made him feel like he was floating on the clouds. He was starting to get sleepy now.

“I can’t remember how to do long division, but I honestly can remember the dumbest things,” TJ said, starting to mumble again. “Hey, Underdog. Have you started reading The Giver yet?”

“No,” Cyrus yawned. “We don’t need to be up to chapter five until Friday.”

“Want me to read it to you until you fall asleep? You sound like you’re going to pass out any minute now.”

“But then I won’t remember where I was before I fell asleep,” Cyrus moaned.

“Don’t argue. I’m already getting my book,” TJ told him. Cyrus could hear TJ shuffling around the bedroom. “Alright. Chapter one…” TJ read to him for what felt twenty minutes before he couldn’t remember anything but the lightness of dream.

And now the purple dusk of twilight time

Steals across the meadows of my heart

TJ was in the middle of chapter two when he heard light snoring. He smiled and whispered, “Goodnight, Underdog.” He hung up the phone and set the book back inside of his backpack before shutting off the lights. He went back under his covers and checked his phone for the time. It was 3AM, and he could hear the distant yet familiar arguing from downstairs. He had blocked it out for almost an hour thanks to Cyrus and Lois Lowry. TJ put the sides of the pillows to cover his ears and closed his eyes.

He knew time had passed when his eyes blasted open at the sound of a door slamming shut. The front door downstairs. He then registered the soft crying. Amber’s crying. He sat straight up and saw that Amber was at the end of his bed, her back against the wall.

“Amber?” TJ rubbed his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Dad left,” she whispered. TJ stopped moving. Was he hearing wrong?

High up in the sky the little stars climb

Always reminding me that we're apart

You wander down the lane and far away

Leaving me a song that will not die

“What?”

“Dad left. I heard them fighting in the bedroom like twenty minutes ago and he was packing his stuff,” she covered her face as she started to bawl. TJ lowered his hand and crawled over and put his arm around her. Amber shared a wall with their parents. TJ at least had the guest room in between which spared him a lot. Amber had always had it the worst.

“He’ll come back,” TJ whispered, his eyes starting to burn with tears. “He’ll come back.” Amber kept crying, her sobs eventually turning into wails. All TJ could do was sit there and hug her. He hadn’t even checked what time it was. He didn’t know if Amber had fallen asleep. It was getting hazy and everything felt a million times heavier. Amber’s sobs would die down and then increase suddenly, and he failed at trying not to cry. The only thing he heard was crying and the cars that would pass by in the streets. There was a ghostly silence emitting from the entire house. “He has to come back.”

Amber fell asleep after a long while, but TJ stayed wide awake. He gently laid her down before positioning himself next to his window. He was sitting with his back flat on his poster-covered wall, his eyes switching between watching Amber sleep and staring at the photos on his ceiling. He couldn’t really see them. It was still dark outside, and he didn’t know what he was waiting for. As soon as the sun beams started burst through the window and hit his bedsheets, he knew. He reached out a hand and let the light beam of sunshine hit his hand. There were striped shadows from the blinds wrapping around his skin. He let out a half-smile before closing his eyes. Everything will work out the way it’s meant to be he told himself. His GG always said that the rising sun meant a new era. He knew he wasn’t lying because the day he died, the sunrise turned the skies orange. It was his GG’s favorite color.

The music of the years gone by.

Sometimes I wonder, how I spend

The lonely nights

Dreaming of a song

The melody

Haunts my reverie

And I am once again with you

TJ laid down next to Amber and closed his eyes, almost immediately falling asleep. It didn’t feel like he had slept for more than a few minutes, but it was 6:30AM when he woke up to Amber turning off his alarm clock. He hadn’t even covered himself with the blankets, and he was cold. Amber stood up with her hands wrapped around herself as she shivered.

“Get ready, okay?” she told him, her teeth chattering. She looked horrible, and TJ knew he did, too. He simply nodded his head, and she made her way out of his room. He didn’t want to get up. He was exhausted and drained. It was a different type of tired where everything felt heavy and his throat felt dry. His eyes hurt every time he blinked. He had no idea how he was going to make it through the entire day. He still had work that afternoon, and he definitely could not skip right now.

He stood up anyways and got dressed. He went out into the hall and heard the sink running in the restroom. Amber was going to be a while. He went back into his room and got his hair gel from his bag and started doing his hair in there to get that over with. When he was done, he heard his phone vibrate. He reached over and smiled when he saw who it was from.

Cyrus: Good morning. I’m dead.

TJ: God I wish I were you right now

Cyrus: What time did u fall asleep??? I don’t even remember falling asleep.

TJ: u knocked out like at 3.

Cyrus: how much sleep did you get

TJ: idk like 2

Cyrus: 2 what? Hours

TJ: minutes

Cyrus: tj omg. Minutes?!!!!!

TJ: okay maybe like an hour or 2 I don’t really know.

TJ hesitated before sending the next text.

TJ: everything just sucks right now

Cyrus: hey I’m here if you need anything okay? We can talk about it over baby tators after tutoring if you’d like. My treat this time.

TJ: can’t. I have work.

Cyrus: I’ll walk you to work then. Sound good?

TJ: sounds perfect :^)

Cyrus: :o)

TJ heard the restroom door open, and he walked out to finish getting ready. Amber saw the smile on his face and raised an eyebrow, “Cyrus.” TJ shrugged, the smile not faltering. “Goofy boys,” Amber shook her head with a grin and walked back into her room.

When TJ finished getting ready, he walked down stairs to find Amber making them breakfast. He had heard their mom shuffling around in the master bedroom, so he knew she wasn’t downstairs.

“Eat up,” Amber told him as he sat down. “It’s almost seven, and I’m pretty sure we’re walking.” TJ didn’t say anything and gratefully ate the breakfast. They both ate in silence. TJ realized Amber didn’t have any makeup on and her hair was in a ponytail. He had seen himself in the mirror minutes ago, and he knew he didn’t exactly look like Prince Charming either.

They both turned to the kitchen doorway when their mom walked inside. She was still in her work uniform, and her hair was in a bun that was fall apart. Her eyes and nose were extremely red.

“I made breakfast,” Amber told her, not looking at her for longer than a second. TJ just saw her nod her head before walking to the coffee machine.

“You kids don’t have to go to school today,” she told them, her voice quiet yet rough. “I’ll call in.”

“I have to turn in an essay,” Amber quickly responded.

“Yeah,” TJ momentarily added, “I have tutoring after school.”

“Tutoring?” their mom turned to look at him. TJ sunk back a little in his seat. They had been told about his dyscalculia, but it was something they haven’t talked about in a while.

“Yeah,” TJ bit his lip. “I have it for math with a friend and Mrs. Pierson.” She simply nodded her head and went back to paying attention to the coffee machine. They were silent for the next few minutes as Amber and TJ kept eating, the clinking of dishes filling the air. Their mom watched them carefully as she drank her coffee. TJ checked his phone and told them, “I better get going.” He collected his and Amber’s dishes and placed them in the sink.

“I’ll wash them after I drop you kids off,” their mom putting her coffee on the counter. “Let me go get the keys.”

“We can walk if you want,” Amber told her delicately. She hadn’t taken them to school in ages. They called it an unnecessary waste of gas most of the time.

“No,” she shook her head. “I want to. At least today.” Neither TJ or Amber pressed the matter and just went to wait by the door. Amber’s eyes were already tearing up as they got to the door. TJ gave her a weak reassuring and smile which caused Amber to rub her eyes in an attempt of disguise. When the heard the keys rattling, Amber turned to their mom and said, “I have English second period. I might text you to pick me up.”

“I’ll be by my phone,” she said as they all walked out to the family car. TJ sat in the back seat and waited for the car to start moving. He felt ice cold even though fall had barely crept in, and it was making him want to sleep. He started considering skipping school. Mrs. Pierson would understand. Cyrus would, too. “Hey, um,” their mom gently said. “I just want you kids to know that I already talked to my boss. I’m getting shifts as I need them. I’m going to be responsible now, I swear. Nana and I talked. She’ll be on call if any of you two need anything, and I’m at work.” TJ knew Amber was crying again. It made him feel worse hearing her cry. Their mom started choking up, “Hey, I love you kids, okay? I’ve been a shitty mom lately, but we’ll get through this even if it’s just the three of us. I swear.”

He has to come back. He has to come back.

TJ was early to school; not a lot of kids had gotten dropped off. He walked into the cafeteria and got in line (it was only two kids in front of him). He was full already, but he eyed the chocolate chocolate chip muffins. He grabbed one and went back outside to sit at a picnic bench. He pulled out his phone and realized he already had a text from Cyrus.

Cyrus: hey I need to see you before class starts

TJ: im already at school sooo

Cyrus: im almost there. Where are u?

TJ: Benches by the cafeteria

TJ didn’t bother waiting for a response. He rested his head on his propped up arm and started closing his eyes. His eyelids felt so stiff, and he if tired had a taste, it was whatever parched feeling he had in his throat.

“Good morning!” Cyrus enthusiastically said, causing TJ to jump up startled.

“Hey!” TJ yelped. He quickly turned around to see if anyone had seen, but it was just kids minding their own business and Cyrus laughing. TJ smirked at Cyrus, “Proud that you scared the shit out of me?”

“Kind of, yes,” Cyrus grinned. He had two coffee shop drinks in his hands and one was half-way done. TJ assumed that’s where he got his energy. “Here,” Cyrus set the coffee in front of TJ. “I don’t know if you drink coffee, but I know you need it.”

“I’m usually an energy drink guy, but I tend to not splurge on them. Sleep is free energy,” TJ said and picked up the coffee. He studied the see-thru plastic carefully. He rarely got anything from the coffee shop. He didn’t know how to order it. Why couldn’t the sizes just be small, medium, and large?

“You’re not getting any sleep, and TJ, I mean this in the nicest way possible. You look exhausted. I’m so glad I chose today to get you this,” Cyrus gave TJ an apologetic look. TJ was half-asleep, so he just stared at Cyrus’ lips for a few seconds too long before remembering he was in a conversation.

“Uh, yeah,” TJ blinked furiously and set the coffee down, “thank you by the way. I owe you one.”

“No, you don’t,” Cyrus shook his head. TJ took a sip from the straw and immediately made a sour face.

“What is this, Underdog?” TJ smacked his lips a few times. It was super sweet at first, but he liked the aftertaste. He started drinking it again.

“I call it liquid cocaine. It’s 4 shots of expresso, and 4 pumps of white chocolate syrup over ice in a cold cup.”

“Sounds unhealthy.”

“You sleeping habits are unhealthy, TJ. You need to get more sleep.”

“Sounds fake.”

“TJ!” Cyrus whined.

“Fine, fine,” TJ rubbed his eyes. “I’ll take sleeping syrup or something.”

“Don’t abuse that stuff, though.”

“Do you want me to sleep or not?” TJ smiled, causing Cyrus to shrug.

“I guess,” Cyrus sighed. TJ felt nice for a change. Every time he realized Cyrus cared about him, it made everything feel better. Even if everything was a complete shit pile. “Hey we have time to talk if you want to tell me what’s wrong. Or we can wait until after school. If we don’t crash.” TJ looked around and bit his lip. If he didn’t make it to the end of the school day, it wasn’t going to be because of a caffeine crash. He was pretty good at hiding any emotional distress in person, but he didn’t know how long he’d be able to hold this in.

“I’ll just um…,” TJ bit his lip harder.

“We’ll talk after school,” Cyrus reached his hand across the table and squeezed TJ’s free hand. TJ felt himself turning red, but he didn’t reach out to cover his nose. He put the coffee down and set the abandoned muffin right in front of Cyrus.

“It’s for you.”

The nightingale

Tells his fairytale

Of paradise, where roses grew

Though I dream in vain

In my heart it will remain

My stardust melody

The memory of love's refrain.

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I have a ryomarx mistaken number au that I never wrote, but yesterday, the tweet that Matt “voice of Ryoma” Mercer got shitfaced and passed out on the creator of Neopets couch and.

well.

i got inspired and it got out of hand. and i feel sorry for everyone on mobile.

🍣 22:25 grumpy 🍣 22:26 grumpy im so bored 🍣 22:26 i’m bored at a bar and that never happens 😭

😾 22:31 You? The life of the party? Bored? That never happens.

🍣 22:32 I KNOW 🍣 22:32 but alas 🍣 22:33 im bored

😾 22:35 So you’re texting me.

🍣 22:35 ya 🍣 22:36 dont get pouty grumpy 🍣 22:38 i like you and you’re good to talk to so i text you regularly. more than my friends who i actually socialize with

😾 22:39 I understand. So tell me what has you bored. Because I have a feeling that this doesn’t happen much.

🍣 22:40 u kno me so well 🍣 22:41 theres 2 reasons why i’m like this 🍣 22:42 the first is that because this is a friday so my jobmates go out and we drink

😾 22:43 You think you would be good at that.

🍣 22:44 YOUD THINK 🍣 22:45 but my usual friends had other stuff so they didn’t want to go out 🍣 22:46 my entire friend group grumpy 🍣 22:46 i kno the people here but i dont know them

😾 22:47 I hate that I can understand what that means, but go on.

🍣 22:48 mmmmmmmm 🍣 22:48 im tired of talking about me what are you up to

😾 22:49 You’re deflecting.

🍣 22:49 ya

😾 22:50 I’ll allow it 😾 22:51 I’m at home, as usual. It’s late so I’m just reading. My youngest sister went to bed so we have to be quiet.

🍣 22:52 dont u ever go out 🍣 22:53 ur always home reading

😾 22:51 Not particularly. 😾 22:54 Where I work, it’s tradition to go to some local bar and drink. Network, I guess. But I can’t handle that. 😾 22:57 I spend so much energy managing everyone and making sure that things get done, I can’t allocate the energy to go out and talk to people I barely know. 😾 22:58 So it’s just easier to go home, unwind around family, crash in peace. I also have things to do in the morning.

🍣 22:59 weekends arent your days off

😾 23:00 Exactly 😾 23:00 Also That Asshole would make a scene if I went. 😾 23:03 Make it a Big Deal that the resident hermit is going out to get drinks. If I decided to go, he would not leave me alone the entire night. If I don’t go, well isn’t that just standard. He accepts that I won’t go, so he says nothing.

🍣 23:04 what a prick

😾 23:04 I know.

🍣 23:05 i honestly hate that he’s always up your ass about things like that 🍣 23:06 like...........cant he tell?????? that youre overworked and tired????? 🍣 23:07 but thats kinda where im at right now 🍣 23:08 at ‘i don’t have the energy to talk to these people’ 🍣 23:09 i have before. we dont have anything in common except work. 🍣 23:10 i wouldnt mind talking but all there is is work

😾 23:11 You could recommend sushi places. Worked for me.

🍣 23:14 u underestimate urself. youre easy to talk to. youre grumpy but we do have similar interests and personality

😾 23:15 I like spelling more than you do though.

🍣 23:16 i spent time cultivating this style and both u and my sis get hilariously annoyed by this so it wont stop

😾 23:17 Thank you though. You’re comforting to talk with. 😾 23:23 You said there was another reason?

🍣 23:24 ya this bar only has good beer and its not buzzing the same way

😾 23:26 I didn’t think you partied that hard at a bar. Do you really need something hard?

🍣 23:26 ya 🍣 23:27 see its my dads fault

😾 23:28 I don’t know your age biut I was assuming that you were old enough to not be blaming things on your father.

🍣 23:31 nah not like that. my dad and moms took my little bro over to japan to see family. i didnt go because ~job~ but i always really liked going. dad brought back sake and ive been going over to hang out and drink and just talk. 🍣 23:32 dad brought back a lot of sake 🍣 23:32 it mustve had a big effect on me 🍣 23:33 because this beer is s h i t 🍣 23:34 do you even drink

😾 23:35 Yes, a glass of wine at dinner, most nights. Just a glass.

🍣 23:36 not surprised 🍣 23:37 do u buy vintage wine 🍣 23:38 ive recommended u the best japanese food to eat in the city recommend me a fine vintage good sir

😾 23:40 Not my thing, I just go to the local liquor store. I don’t need anything that fancy or extreme. 😾 23:41 Granted, my father owned a vineyard, so I do know that stuff, I choose not to care.

🍣 23:42 plz tell me u drink boxed wine to get back at your Rich Dick Father

😾 23:44 I don’t hate myself that much. 😾 23:50 Did the bar get more entertaining Sushi?

🍣 23:51 havent forgotten about you grumpy just getting more to drink

😾 23:53 I just realized that you’ve been there for over an hour. How much are you drinking?

🍣 23:54 grumpy youve never been to a bar have you

😾 23:55 Do clubs count?

🍣 23:56 grumpy 🍣 23:56 oh my god 🍣 23:56 grumpy goes clubbing

😾 23:57 I don’t go there in my spare time. I go there because my friend wants me there to be his wingman.

🍣 23:58 grumpy youre literally killing me im giggling at a bar 🍣 00:00 grumpy i think this is the first time that youve implied that you may have a sex life

😾 00:01 Don’t worry I don’t have a sex life. 😾 00:02 I don’t know why I didn’t realize that sentence was a mistake until I sent it. 😾 00:05 Anyway since you’re still dying, I should say that I don’t know why he takes me as a wingman because it goes three ways. 😾 00:06 Either he never had a chance because of just him himself, I fail as a wingman, or I end up getting their number instead.

🍣 00:07 g r u m p y

😾 00:08 i k n o w

🍣 00:09 oh god have you ever hooked up with someone you met in a bar 🍣 00:10 have you gotten a bathroom blowjob????

😾 00:10 You’ve been drinking too much. Also no, I like to be friends with someone before I date them, and especially before I have sex.

🍣 00:11 grumpy this is not drunk at all 🍣 00:12 i dont get drunk 🍣 00:12 i got shitfaced once 🍣 00:13 never again

😾 00:14 Tell me.

🍣 00:15 ugh i hate this memory 🍣 00:16 so have you ever played neopets 🍣 00:17 okay so i know thats a no 🍣 00:17 i haven’t either 🍣 00:18 but s o m e h o w i ended up in their hotel

😾 00:20 Sushi it’s midnight, I can’t be laughing.

🍣 00:21 dont laugh at my shame

😾 00:22 How did you even get there?

🍣 00:21 grumpy do u kno what shitfaced means 🍣 00:22 at least i didnt bang the neopets dude. i was clothed unfortunately because i threw up on it 🍣 00:23 some poor maid had to clean a couch i ruined 😖

😾 00:24 This is still hilarious but I’m seriously worried about you.

🍣 00:25 we cant all be ~rational~ 🍣 00:25 can u still be my friend knowing im like this

😾 00:26 Of course.

🍣 00:35 hey can u start to use emojis or loose grammar or something so you dont make my jokes serious like this

😾 00:37 My opinion of you started incredibly low considering you dialed the wrong number and then proceeded to continue talking to me.

🍣 00:38 yes perfect deflection thank you 🍣 00:40 I’m glad my fat fingers dialed your number. youre a good friend 🍣 00:50 guess you fell asleep good night grumpy. thanks for talking with me. i didnt realize how late it was because time flies when i talk to you

#twiexfanfiction #twiexdrabbles #wrong number au #long post #why should i write my novel when i can write text conversations

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