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º ✧ 。mj sees all you spiders (and @batcaller) getting oxblood and she just wants you to know that 1) she loves you and would never change so much as a freckle on your faces and 2) she is willing to bring by dinner and a movie for some self care because you CLENCHED FISTS WITH HAIR need to relax
#i promise this blog will go back to SERIOUS writing tomorrow but#do y'all need a hug or a hot chocolate or something ?#º ✧ 。 i’m still out but i’ll grab some stuff at the store ooc shit
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Christmas Gift | Robert 'Bob' Floyd
Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Teacher!Wife!Reader
Summary: Bob gets the most special christmas gift ever.
Word count: 1215
Warnings: fluff. BOB. Bob should be a warning. BUT I'M SAYING BOB IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. baby on board
Tag list: @tayrae515 @alexxavicry @xoxabs88xox @mercurio23 @shrimping-for-all @abaker74 @smells-like-perfect-senses
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A/N: Is this an attempt to stop y'all from suing me? yes. Hope you like it!
“How is the wife doing, Bob?” Hangman asks while walking to the parking lot.
“I don’t know. She woke up sick this morning. Perhaps the sushi we had last night was spoiled,” Bob answers, checking his phone to see if there was any message from you, but you haven’t talked to him all day.
“Oh, damn. If you need us to raincheck the Secret Santa party, call me.” He says while patting Bob’s back.
“I’ll ask her when I get home and I’ll text you”
“Sure. Say hi to Bobette for me”
Bob nods, walking to the car and dialing his wife’s number.
“Robby?”
"Hey, Mrs. Floyd. How are you feeling?” He asks, opening the car door and sitting inside. “If you’re still sick I can take you to the doctor”
'Honey, I'm fine. I think it was the sushi,” you reply quickly, trying to stop his worry. “I was just about to jump in the shower and get ready for the party”
“And you were gonna shower without me? Miss, do I need to remind you that we need to save the planet and use water wisely?” He can almost hear your smile from the other end of the line.
“You have fifteen minutes to come home,” you challenge him, and Bob smirks.
“Make it ten”
One shower and a few hours later, Mr. and Mrs. Floyd are walking hand in hand towards Hangman and Coyote’s house. A few weeks ago, both of them brought up the idea of celebrating Christmas with the squad. Of course, that included you as an honorary member of the squad through marriage. There were rumors of an upcoming mission that will happen during the holidays, so Coyote thought that they could celebrate some Secret Santa and exchange gifts two weeks before Christmas instead of doing it on Christmas Eve.
Today is the day.
You have been a bit worried about your gift for the past few weeks, not knowing what you should give them. But then, a few days ago, the answer came to you unexpectedly.
Coyote opens the door, smiling at the sight. “Look at you, my favorite married couple.” He hugs you tight. “If you two ever get a divorce I’ll stop believing in love”
“Javy, why are you talking about divorces?” Phoenix asks from behind him. She pushes the pilot away and pulls you close to hug you tightly. “Look at you, you’re beautiful! Are you using a new highlighter or something?"
You look at her with a puzzled expression. “Uh… no? Why?”
“You’re literally glowing.” she adds.
“I just got out of the shower, Nat. I’m not even wearing much makeup”
“Unbelievable” she grabs your hand and leads you inside.
You hug and say hi to all the aviators, not having seen them in a while. It’s been crazy with the final exams, the Christmas play at school, and tons of different things. You all sit down, Nat offering you some hot chocolate that you gladly accept.
“So, are we giving the presents now?” Fanboy says, almost jumping in his seat from the excitement.
“What are you, five?” laughs Rooster while stealing some Christmas cookies from the tray that Jake left on the coffee table.
“Look, I’ve been waiting two weeks for this. I need my gift now.” Fanboy states, and all of you chuckle a bit at his antics. Fanboy truly loves Christmas.
“Okay, go get the gifts, we’ll be here” Payback says, leaning back on the sofa.
“But there’s a lot?” the wizzo retorts.
“You wanted the gifts, go get them”
“BUT-”
“OH LORD I’LL GO WITH YOU” exclaims Phoenix getting up from her seat and going with him to Jake’s room where all the gifts have been carefully placed.
When they come back, you feel a bit nervous. It’s a very significant gift. Maybe you shouldn’t have bought that.
You watch as Rooster opens his gift first. Inside the box, there’s the most ugly Hawaiian shirt you’ve ever seen.
“Wait, are those actual roosters?” you point to the birds in the shirt, and Rooster laughs out loud when he sees that yes, those are actual roosters.
“Oh my god, I know who gave me this” he looks directly at Nat. “Was it you?”
“Look, I hate your shirts. But I know you love them, so I had to give you a very special one” she says, getting up to hug Bradley.
Nat is now opening her gift. It’s a helmet for her motorcycle, with the same stickers as her aviator helmet. Bob bought a helmet the other day. Yes! You were right! Bob had Phoenix.
“Oh. my. God. This is the best gift EVER” she tries it on, and immediately goes to hug Bob. “I don’t even have to ask. You know my helmet better than me”
“I was worried for a second that it wouldn’t fit you” he smiles and pats the helmet. "It looks good on you."
“Thank you so much, Bob. It's perfect," she says as she grabs a white box with red dots from the table. “I think this one’s yours, buddy.”
Bob grabs the box and sits next to you, opening it slowly. He has the most beautiful smile on his face. But it drops instantly when he sees what’s inside the box.
“Bob? It’s an iPad, bud. That’s awesome!” Coyote announces, not understanding the wizzo’s reaction.
“It’s mine. I bought it last year,” he explains, looking at you. “Y/n?”
“Just open it,” you simply reply.
When Bob unlocks the iPad, a video begins to play immediately. It’s an ultrasound.
"Oh, my god,” Nat says, covering her mouth in surprise.
Bob is still looking at the screen, looking at the 11-week-old baby that will soon keep the both of you awake during the night. “You’re pregnant?”
You nod, tears filling your eyes. Bob drops the iPad in the box and hugs you so tight that it almost hurts. “Babe, too tight”
He pulls away, tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m sorry, darling. It’s just… Oh my god. You’re gonna be a mom. I’m gonna be a dad! We’re gonna be parents,” he is rambling at this point, and it’s just so cute.
“And we’re gonna be uncles!” exclaims Hangman. “Oh my god, I have experience. I can change diapers. And babysit. You better name him Jake.”
“I don’t even know if they’re a girl or a boy,” you laugh.
Bob kneels down in front of you, carefully moving his hands toward your belly. “We showered together; how come I didn’t notice?”
“You can suck your belly in, even if you’re pregnant.”
His hands caress your belly, and he lowers his head to leave a soft kiss. “Hi, Bob”
“Did you just call them Bob?”
"Yeah, it's their call sign, Baby On Board," he says, and you can't stop yourself from kissing him.
“Hey! That’s what I call you! I should be the godfather.” Jake protests, ending in a heated debate between Rooster, Payback, Fanboy, Coyote, and himself, fighting for the godfather position.
“This is the most wonderful Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten, darling. Thank you so much,” he whispers, kissing you softly, his hands never leaving your belly.
#top gun#top gun maverick#tgm#top gun bob floyd#top gun bob#bob floyd#robert bob floyd#bob fluff#robert 'bob' floyd#top gun fanfiction#bob floyd x reader#bob floyd fluff#robert floyd x reader#bob top gun#bob floyd x you#bob floyd x y/n#robert bob floyd x reader#top gun x reader#top gun maverick fanfic
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winter wonderland
wanted to pump out a little gift for y'all before christmas 🫡 also i DESPERATELY needed to write for my girl gwen ugh love her 🫶🏻 (i’m legally married to her in case you’re wondering)
pairing: gwen stacy x fem!reader
summary: headcanons for being gwen's girlfriend during winter <3
warnings: established relationship, cursing, implied girly/femme reader, reader is shorter than gwen, tooth-rotting fluff
word count: 687, should take about five and a half minutes to read
listen to: winter wonderland by beabadoobe
i don’t imagine gwen being a cold weather girl
she would much rather prefer walking in the park with you over trudging through piles upon piles of snow
she definitely has soft hands (calloused from her drumsticks, but soft), so she hates winter because her hands get all dry and cracked
her cuticles also get really bad, girl’s hands look like this:
but no need to worry, because her pretty girlfriend’s to the rescue!!
every day you SLATHER this girl’s hands in lotion and pluck her cuticles
you also paint her nails in her current favorite color and she does yours <3
even with hating winter, she has so many poofy jackets
they surprisingly look so good on her
whenever you see her in one, you always HAVE to go and give her a big bear hug because what else are you supposed to do?? she looks like a fucking marshmallow!!
when you say you’re cold, she always insists on giving you her jacket. of course you protest every time, but it never works
she of course wants her girl to be warm, but she always wants to see how dumb you look in the jacket (girl’s 5’8 and has muscles [you can’t convince me otherwise], of course you’re gonna look like an idiot in it)
she’ll take a picture and post it on her story and you’ll be like “ gwen noooo :((” and she’s all “oh, I’m sorry. can’t help that you’re smaller than me” 😭🫶🏻
sometimes you convince her to go out in the snow with you
it takes a while, but once she’s out there, she won’t go back inside
she is absolutely a BEAST at snowball fights
you’ll be hiding behind a tree holding your snowball, and she’ll come out of nowhere and hit you right in the face
you have to yell at her to stop at some point because it’s just snowball after snowball and you’re starting to get cold
you guys also make snowmen, i don’t make the rules
hers always look kind of demented tho
shit’s looking like this:
“gwen, what the fuck is that 😭”
“that’s harold. what do you have against him?”
“he looks like he got thrown in a blender…”
“your face looks like it got thrown in a blender.”
“you’re so rude!! ☹️ you know what, at least mine looks better.”
christmas is the absolute best with her
you guys would have a tradition of giving each other the most ass gifts ever, like cat socks or shrek earrings
one year she legit gives you coal
the next you get her an empty pringles can, you get the process
sometimes she actually turns up and gets you something good that reminded her of you
one year she literally gave you this amazing dress
satin in your favorite color that came down to your knees with lace on the edges
“where’d you get the money for this?!”
“i have my ways.”
“i swear to god, if you spent all your money on this…” (she did)
needless to say, it’s your new favorite dress
she also loves baking with you, even though she‘s ass at it
you’re trying to make snowflake cookies and they end up looking like a fucking whale
also the dough’s super inconsistent because she poured almost the whole bag of flour in 😭
poor girl cannot follow instructions for the life of her (I don’t believe in consistency LMAOLMAO)
the cookies are so bad you almost gag trying to eat them but at least you spent quality time with your girlfriend!!
if there’s one thing she does know how to make tho, it’s hot chocolate
she has a killer recipe, but she refuses to give it to you
says it’s a family recipe that can absolutely NOT be shared
after a day of her kicking your ass with the snowballs, her hot chocolate’s the best thing to perk you up
your cold hands will graze each other’s as she hands you your mug <3
you’ll cuddle while the snow falls outside, her arm gently around your waist, tons of blankets over you two
#spotify#gwen stacy#gwen stacy x y/n#gwen stacy x you#spider-verse#spider-man: into the spider-verse#itsv#spider-man: across the spider-verse#atsv#reader insert#fluff#tooth-rotting fluff
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I cannot imagine a reader dealing with a house of villains (plus I miss House of Mouse) the utter chaos
Yes, chaos XDD
Things Y/N Has Said in the House of Villains
Plot: Things you have said in your life as the House of Villains manager. Its a tough life 😂
Warnings: Cursing I guess and some sexual references? Like one I think, I don't know 😅 Also Ratigan is in constant danger and its possible.. i bully... Frollo a little...
"... Slim!? Sli- stop yodelling. What are you doing with that cattle inside?!"
"Y'all need to stop harassing Hook with ticking noises- it is bullying- "
"NO GUNS INSIDE. THATS WHAT WE HAVE THE UMBRELLA STAND FOR."
"... claytons been talking for an hour... i dunno if he realises we've been watching tv. don't, say, a word."
"Hi Cruella... have you seen Scar?"
"Facilier you get off the table or I'm cracking out the sage- "
"... did that shadow just chuckle- "
"Hilda has been in the bathroom for 4 hours straight now and I smell eye of newt coming from inside. I'm growing some concerns."
*Through grit teeth as you continue to just smile and waive* "... hahaha she's cackling... did something funny happen or should we run?"
"Hehehe- put Gaston at Frollo's table."
"-and rule number 6; Do not take your time in the shower. Gaston will yank the door off the hinges, he takes his hair and skin care routine very seriously- "
"Goob please... I beg of you please... please get changed."
"Goob I'll pay you to get changed."
"Goob, I will bring to you an actual unicorn, if you get changed... hades, pain and panic can do that, right??"
"Yes, Ratcliffe, you look very sparkly. Can we leave now?"
"... hey where's Greasy?... What? You haven't seen him since- *Deadpan*... since Mal went to the bathroom?... you know what its his funeral."
P1. *Over speaker* "SMARTASS WEASEL PLEASE COME TO THE FRONT DESK TO ACQUIRE YOUR TEAM MEMBER BACK. HE WILL BE IN CUSTODY UNTIL YOU DO."
P2. *Half an hour after the last announcement* "SMARTASS WEASEL PLEASE COME TAKE HIM."
P3. *An hour later* "WE'RE JUST RELEASING HIM GODDAMNIT."
"Why are there scorch marks on the ceiling again!?"
"Goddamnit Hades we need to work on your anger issues, this is getting out of hand, those were the 37th drapes this week. I liked them, they were purple."
"Jafar's taunting Hades?... Yzma do we have marshmallows still?- Great, you know the drill, stick 'em on the Horned King's head and be sure to set him directly in Hades way."
"So who wants hot cider? I need a headcount. Oh- Hans? ... Well if only there was someone out there who loved you enough to get you some huh? Anyway- "
*Sigh* "... Ursula, you need to stop sexually harassing Hans."
"Don't you dare bring that cauldron in here Your Darkness- that is not a kitchen cauldron, I know what you put in there- "
"Huh... so I just made hot chocolate in Ursula's potion cauldron... slightly concerned for my wellbeing, but this is delicious. Salty."
"OKAY WE NEED TO START LABELLING THE COULDRONS AROUND HERE."
"Why does it smell vaguely of old ham in he- Oh, Horned King. Hi."
"Someone smack him for me."
"Why is Jafar laughing so loudly at FOUR IN THE MORNING!?- "
"Who would you throw off a cliff if you had to?... Frollo?... same."
"... damn he has a good song, though." (Frollo does)
"... yeah, uh, I do the laundry around here... learnt some things, for sure... have you ever put prosthetic skin in the washer on accident?? Its not goo- WHAT! NO JUDGE DOOM! I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING!!"
"... someone get Tremaine, Lucifer is hunting Ratigan again."
"Silver, just between us... you're my favourite around here."
*Getting a hug from Silver when someone else approaches* "bACK OFF- THIS HUG IS MINE."
"Get your goddamn feet off the table Rourke this is not a barn."
"Oh the hunters are all going on a weekend trip??... How nice, lovely, I hope they have a great time... any chance we can send Frollo with them? Maybe theirs a horrible accident... What? No, I'm just kidding ha ha- "
"NO. NO TRANSFORMATIONS INSIDE. YOU PEOPLE HAVE BROKEN TOO MANY VASES."
"... someone get Maleficent, Diablo is hunting Ratigan again."
"... hey Percy. How bout we put a shrimp on the barbie- OKAY I'M SORRY DONT SHOOT."
"Medusa's name is with an E, Mim's is without- its not that hard!"
"Medusa we've talked about this... Brutus and Nero need to stay outside. Hook will suffer cardiac arrest if he lays eyes on them."
"Oh the oldest here?? Hades, then Mother Go- " *Sees Gothel sharpening her knife nearby* "I don't know really."
"... Why are there so many bugs in he-... ohhhh, someone get me the sewing kit, Oogie has had an accident."
"I told you not to gamble with Oogie... sorry, nu uh, I cant get your belongings back... read the sign sir." *Gestures to a 'no refunds/Oogie keeps whatever he wins off of suckers' sign*
"Sir Hisssss come get the Prince, he's having another tantrummm."
"Did you almost get eaten again Ratigan?... do you want to tell me your evil plans again, will that make you feel better? Wh- in song?? ... Okay go ahead."
"Someone get Ratigan his highchair."
"SHHHH SH SH SH he's not a rat, hahahahahah... we don't think he knows."
"Psycho, put Ratigan and the razor down this instant."
"Nooooooo no no no wait, do not follow her (The Queen of Hearts) orders, do not behead anyone. I just had the carpet cleaned."
"Okay! So what's the entertainment for tonight? Lets see... Oh Scar! He's gonna... he's doing Hamlet?... odd choice... "
"Wh- ... why is Shan Yu smirking? Its very concerning. I'm concerned. Wh- "
"... Okay Shere Khan. Lets level with each other, here. You hate men, I know, but- I cant have you eating anyone here. So I propose a deal. You don't eat anyone... but I can probably slip you a couple of wait staff under the table. you know, the ones hades has already accidentally charcoaled. just between us."
"Stupid you sweet, summer child... "
"Yes, okay, everyone is to be keeping their guns in the umbrella stand. ... but that does not apply to Sykes. Why?? Because I don't wanna sleep with the fishes, okay? Okay- "
"Oh, King Candy, welcome!- Oh, or Turbo??... which would you prefer?"
"No- no- no, strictly no racing indoors- "
"Alright, put up the Out of Order sign on that bathroom- its Wheezy's now. He's been in there half an hour and just breathing in its direction could give you lung cancer."
"... what- NO, YZMA IS NOT ALLOWED IN THE KITCHEN WITH STRANGE VIALS IN HER HAND, GET HER OUT OF THERE- "
#the 'put a shrimp on the barbie' one hurt ME to write but i couldnt not XDD#Disney Villains#Disney Villains x Reader
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YOU'RE ALL I WANT. — PARK SUNGHOON
PAIRING | sunghoon x reader
GENRE | exes au, uni au
SYNOPSIS | Sunghoon knows how life with you is, and he never wanted to change that. But in the end, he knows it's time to let go, even if you're all he wants.
WARNINGS | angst, swearing, mention of break up, lil bit of fluff too if u squint, proofread but pls do tell me if any mistakes.
WORD COUNT | 1.5k+
A/N | another one for y'all!! hope it's good, I had some block when writing this cause I didn't know how to execute the angst cus i wanted to write some really soul-crushing angst. but anyways, hope you enjoy!! Reblogs are highly appreciated!!
It was another typical day of school. Sunghoon walks into the campus with a bag on his back, hanging off of one shoulder. He makes his way to his locker and gets his stuff ready for his first class. He suddenly feels two hands hovering over his eyes, keeping them closed. 'Guess who?' The voice sings. He just laughs and turns around, embracing his girlfriend into a tight hug.
He notices her shivers under his touch, 'are you cold?' He asks. She just shakes her head, dismissing the boy. But if you need to know something about Sunghoon, it is that he never backs down until something goes his way. He takes off the varsity jacket he was wearing and gives it to her. She wears it with a happy smile and goes on her tippy toes to kiss him.
They both smile at each other with lovesick grins on their faces.
And all of this commotion does not go unnoticed by you.
You, who was once Sunghoon's everything.
It was chilly, the air feeling fresh yet ice cold. The streets have been layered with snow. You were sitting at your place in the library, waiting for your beloved boyfriend. You take interest upon some random fantasy novel you found to pass the time. Even though you layered in your clothing, it was still cold.
It was like your body can't adapt to the cold. It's comforting yet it makes you shiver to the bones. You hoped that Sunghoon would arrive soon, so you can go home together and make some hot chocolate and chill by the fireplace.
You were reaching the seventh chapter of the novel in front of you when a pair of ice cold hands covered your eyes. You couldn't help but laugh heartily when they ask You to guess who the person is. "My beloved Sunghoon, you know this game cannot work with you."
"What do you mean love?" He takes off his hands from your face, making his way to the seat opposite of you. He sits down and looks at you intently. You take his hands in yours and rub your fingers slowly over his knuckles.
“I mean, You have such ice cold hands, the game wouldn’t work on you. I would be able to tell instantly.” you kiss his fingertips, the nail of his fingers grazing your lips slightly as you do so.
He just chuckles lightly before taking your hand and walking out of the library to drop you off home.
You both walk the sidewalk, hand-in-hand, situated inside Sunghoon’s puffer jackets’ pocket. Snow slowly falling, showing a peaceful scenery as you walk. He noticed your shivers even though you wore a layer on top of your sweater. He stops and you follow, bodies turned to each other. He lets go of your hands to remove the puffer jacket he was wearing. You try to stop him but to no avail, he holds it out for you, helping you get engulfed into the material that is masked with his scent. He smiles as he tucks a hair behind your ear before cupping your cheeks in his icy yet warm hold. You look in his eyes, then glide your view down to his lips. He catches it and leans in, his warm breath hitting the lower part of your face. Your eyelids start to close slowly as his lips come in contact with yours. Fireworks burst in your stomach released by the butterflies. He slides one hand down to the side your waist before tilting his head to make the kiss deeper.
He pulls away but not before giving you a small pack on your forehead, “come one, lets go home and have some hot chocolate.”
You chuckle, “how’d you know I wanted some?” he just smirks before taking your small hand (compared to his) in his and stroll together in a comfortable silence unlike your fast beating hearts, rest of the way.
You go over to the vending machine that is situated near the library of the campus. You’ve been cramming for a test that is about to take place after two days and finally studying for about four hours, you decided to get the hell out of there and clear your mind.
You put the cash then punch in the code to get a strawberry ade, but for some reason the world does not want you to get satisfied too easily. You put in another note, hoping it will work this time and you definitely don’t skip on hitting the machine one or two times.
“Just give me what I want you dumb bitch.” you sneer as you hit the glass, trying to ignore the hissing pain.
Just then you hear a deep and low chuckle behind as you see a hand coming from behind you put some money into the machine for a strawberry ade. You know that chuckle, you were the cause of that chuckle one too many times. Your body tensed, you were scared to turn around and face him. The adrenaline rush made your feet stick to the floor. The lad in question goes around you to take the strawberry ade that was sitting in the slot, ready to be picked up. And that’s when you get a look of his face, the face you missed oh so much.
“Here."
your gaze shifts to his hands. Those hands that you held all day and night. When it was chilly, his hands were always eloped in yours despite his being very cold, he would always give you warmth. Those hands that held your face whenever you would get close and intimate with each other.
Your hands shake as you take the ade from him. Muttering a small 'thanks'. Before you could escape, he takes a hold of your elbow, keeping you in place, feet planted.
"Uh y/n..." he pauses letting go of your elbow before looking down, "can we talk?"
Your eyes finally had the courage to look into his. They were so dark and his lids looking dull. He looked paler if that's even possible. You couldn't help but whimper slightly, has he not been talking care of himself?
"What is there to talk about?"
He takes a step closer to you, "please y/n hear me out."
"I'm here aren't I?"
"Yes, but you don't seem like yourself." That makes you scoff.
"since when did you start caring about me?" Your vision starts to get blurry. You didn't want to be sucked into that hole again. It took alot of sweat and tears to bring yourself back up. Sunghoon was your everything. Your first kiss, your first boyfriend, your first time, only boy to meet the parents the first time, everything.
"What do you mean y/n?" He takes a hold of your jaw and you let him, "I always cared about you."
You couldn't help but chuckle, "then why'd you leave?" His face gave a look of guilt, regret-ness for leaving when you needed him the most. He start, "y/n please I-"
"No." You drop his hand from your face, "you left me when I was at my lowest. You knew that I needed you and you promised me yet you just decide to walk out. How could you ever think that I will come back to you? After what- "
"I'm sorry y/n. I really am." You couldn’t help but look away, "If I could fix my mistake I would do it in a heartbeat. You avoided me for eleven months, please come back to me. Let me fix myself. Please. I love you. My life is fucked without you."
You sniffle as you take a hold of his hand, "I don't know if I can ever forgive you, but please don't beat yourself up hoon. And if you really do love me, then please, leave me be."
You give him back the drink that was in your hold and you turn and walk away. You wipe the tears running down your cheeks. They wouldn't stop running when you heard his silent cries. You wanted to hold him, tell him you love him back, kiss him and so much more. But, you know it's time to let go.
A/N | tysm for reading!! I hope you had fun. It actually didn't go as planned but I like how it ends that way and you jus have to imagine what's after lol. I feel like I shd make a part two to redeem maself lol pls lmk if you want one. Requests are open and so is the taglist!! Reblogs are highly appreciated!! Thank youu <33
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Forbidden Lessons XXIX
Masterlist
Another (manic) monday.
Warnings: noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion, mentions of suicide, depression. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.
Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you!
As you wrap yourself in the soft towel, a gentle tap sounds against the door. You look over as Bucky cautiously edges it open. You stare as he presents you with a set of folded pajamas. Black spotted with tiny sunflowers.
"Figure you need something clean," he holds them out to you. You take them and don't let yourself be bothered by his lingering gaze.
"Thanks," you turn to place them down on the closed toilet.
He takes a breath and leaves you, once more the door is slightly ajar. You wait until you hear his departure before you dry off and dress. The loose shorts end just beneath your ass and the tee is cropped just above the elastic of the bottoms. You can't even care if it's deliberate.
You hang the towel on the back of the door and hesitate. You turn the handle gently then let it back up, flicking the lock over and trying again. It still turns, broken or altered. You unlock it and step into the hall.
"In here, sunshine," Bucky calls to you.
You follow his voice away from the front room and find him in a bedroom. The large bed is tidy, the blankets folded down in expectation. You hug yourself as you enter.
"You get cozy," he says as he searches through a dresser, "I am just gonna get a few things done before I settle down."
Quietly, you cross to the bed and climb in without argument. You just want to be still. Moving makes your mind go and you can't handle that.
You watch him reach back and tug the back of his collar, pulling the argyle over jis head awkwardly. He tosses it in the hamper and rolls up his undershirt, the scars along his left shoulder peeking around the back draw your eye. He turns slightly as he unfolds a loose grey tee, giving you a better view of the stubbed socket.
"You sure you don't want some tea? Hot chocolate?" He offers, watching for a moment before he throws the shirt over his head and tugs it down, a brief glance of his thickly muscled torso. He yanks until his brown hair pops through the hole, messy from the clumsy struggle.
"No," you hide under the blankets and cross your arms over the top.
"You need your sleep," he says, "I get it. We'll figure everything out tomorrow."
You shrug. You wonder what he means yet can't bring yourself to care that much.
You roll over so your back is to him and pull the duvet higher. He sighs and his footsteps softly pad close to the bed. You feel the heat of his observation. You close your eyes.
"Sleep tight, sunshine, I'll be back to check on you soon," he promises.
You listen as he leaves the room, the lights dimming as a soft glow flows in through the open door. He goes down the hall and you hear him in the bathroom. He returns and dumps a heap in the hamper, your clothes. You hope he didn't notice the stains.
He goes out again, shutting off the bathroom light and continuing down the hall. You try not to focus on his activity. Your heavy head sinks into the pillow and you bring your arm up to shield your eyes, curling it around your head.
He's back again, careful steps as he approaches the bed. A zipper parts in a metallic whisper and the blanket behind you lifts, letting in cool air. The bed dips and he groans as he lays back in the darkness.
You don't move, hoping that will keep you safe, like he says he will. You don't believe him, he can't, no one can.
"Good night," he says. You let it dangle and don't answer.
Your cheeks are once more wet with tears as they seep into the pillow. You try to obscure the racking of your body as your own voice echoes in your head, calling to your mother, begging him for mercy.
💙
You succumb to sleep without knowing it. Not until you wake up disoriented, head and lungs thick with the hangover of your weeping.
The morning light shines in slats across the joint of the wall and ceiling. You exhale and grumble as you search for a sliver of strength.
"Sunshine?" Bucky beckons softly from the doorway, only then do you recall how he laid down beside you the night before. Ir even where you are.
You sit up and swallow through your dry throat. He balances a wooden tray against his middle, clinging to it with one hand.
"I made you breakfast," he announces proudly, moving cautiously with his armful towards you. He carefully angles the legs of the tray over your lap as you help him stabilise it, "you should eat."
You nod and don't argue. You ignore the waffles and reach for the orange juice, gulping it down greedily. He stands, watching, waiting.
You put the glass down and peek up at him, "thank you."
"No problem," he says lightly, his hand on his hip declares otherwise. You're not acting how he wants. How else can you be with all that's happened? "So, I have to go to the grocery store, I've been a bit negligent and wasn't expecting… well, you know things have just kinda happened."
You nod at him dumbly. If it gets you space, then you won't protest. You just want a moment to yourself, a minute to see through the fog. With him around, you just keep bracing for the worst.
"I won't be gone long, alright? Do you think you can handle that? Maybe you want to come?"
You shake your head. He chews his lip as he considers your response, "well, I've made sure you can't do anything drastic while I'm gone. I know that's a lot but you've been quiet. Until I know what's happened, I just can't trust you."
"Fine," you huff and take the mug of coffee, still thirsty.
He tisks, "aren't you going to eat?"
"Mhmm," you hum over the brim of the coffee.
He stares a little linger before checking his watch, "right, well, you know where the bathroom is, the kitchen's straight through the front room in case you need anything else."
You put the cup down, "thank you," you force out, a pitiful appeasal.
"Love you, sunshine," he smiles and reaches to caress your temple. You go rigid, resisting a wince. He drops his hand with a disappointed huff, "well, I'll go."
"Bye," you squeak and take the fork, the waffles already cut.
He marches out, shoulders tense and squared. You know he wants more than what you're giving but you have nothing left. You poke into the fluffy waffle as you hear his keys and put it in your mouth as the door marks his departure with the twist of the latch.
The syrup flips your stomach in an instant. You drop the fork and lift the tray, shoving it away from your legs as you scramble to your feet. You spit out the mouthful into your hand as you stagger to the door.
Your stomach flips as you enter the bathroom and quickly swing up the lid of the toilet. Bile ripples up and you hurl into the bowl. The tingles and pangs of the previous night returning and reminding you of the terror.
You rest your hand against the tank and shudder as you spit up the last of your sore stomach. You heave as you pull blindly on the lever and flush. Bucky may have some things to pick up, so do you. Something you can't ask him for.
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Look who's inside again (Robert Small x Dadsona)
Alex was Hector's (Dadsona) wife and Amanda's biological mother.
English is not my first language so please be kind.
Love y'all!
Tw: depression and suicidal thoughts
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Hector was tired. Very tired.
No.
Empty. Apathetic.
Everything required so much strength.
He only managed to roll to his side, still hugging the pillow.
It shouldn't have been this hard, why was it? Why now? He was supposed to be happy. Happy, content, glad that his Amanda was starting to do what she loved so soon. He was proud, so fucking proud of his daughter. And yet, he couldn't shake off him this irritating sensation of being left behind.
Urgh.
He had managed to keep his mask on the whole time, when Manda finally explained her plans in detail during one of their latest video chats. That hadn't been too hard, though. She was so full of fire, her hands coming up to gesticulate as they always did when Amanda was talking about something that excited her.
Val had been introduced to a project that had a spot open for a photographer, and she immediately asked Amanda if she was interested. They didn't require that much experience, but Val informed her the work would occupy the Christmas holidays: it was more than likely that it wouldn't end until the first few weeks of January.
Amanda accepted on the spot, obviously. Why wouldn't she?
Hector was very happy for the bright woman he had raised. She was ambitious, passionate, creative, pure. Hector was excited to see where her decisions would have led her, the path she was creating for herself every step of the way.
But...
Fuck.
Was he happy for his baby? Absolutely.
Was he very grateful to Val for the opportunity she offered to Manda? For sure.
Was he okay with the fact that Manda would have spent the rest of her Christmas holidays working, away from him again? Not really.
Did it matter? Absolutely fucking not. She was happy, that was the most important thing.
It's just... he had so many activities planned, he had even bought two tickets for an amusement park that had recently opened nearby (not that near, but not that far). They were supposed to watch movies and drink hot chocolate in silly cups. He was waiting for her to make the Christmas tree and put on decorations all over the house.
They loved Christmas, it was their holiday.
And now? This would've been the first year they were going to spend it apart.
It made Hector feel like a deer struck by headlights. He didn't know what to do, his brain had been so occupied by ideas for when his daughter would be back at home that now his mind was entirely silent, empty.
To be fair, things were already starting to spiral down way before he got the news. He had been quick to recognize the fatigue that daily tasks were beginning to require: he was familiar with the way his thoughts were becoming darker and darker by the day. Leaving the house was so hard sometimes, he had already sneaked a lie here and there a few times to gently tell Robert and Mary he wasn't going out that night or the night after that (to be honest, he often wanted to add, it's very likely you won't see me for a while).
He had tried to cheer himself up by thinking of his daughter and the time they'd spend together, obviously aware that he couldn't let her see him like this. Amanda had witnessed him in those conditions just once, and he promised himself to never let her see that side of him ever again.
He could try to do better, at least for the few days she'd be home. He knew he could. It would require a bit of strength, but he could do it.
And now... well, there was no need to pretend now, was it?
A few weeks ago he was searching for Amanda's gift. Nothing seemed quite right, at one point he just decided to get a break and started wandering around in a library. He had eyed this book about Diane Arbus and was curiously flipping the pages when he received the phone call.
Amanda's energy was bursting through the phone and he couldn't help but be swept away by her contagious exuberance. It took a while for his brain to start catching up.
" At the end of the day, it's just a holiday, there are many others we are going to spend together. But, like, apart from that, I couldn't stop thanking her! It was embarrassing, really. She could-"
"Wait. So are we... you're not coming home for Christmas?" Amanda stopped abruptly and kept quiet for a second. A very long second.
"Dad, listen. We talked about this." He had the strange urge to caress his chest, sensing a familiar 'something' in the middle of it. He had to put the book back on the shelf.
"We know this could have happened, I-"
"I didn't expect it to be that soon" interrupted Hector. He gulped and quickly left the shop. Amanda sighted.
"I know and I'm sorry if it's so sudden, but I couldn't let this opportunity go. Carpe diem, you know? It's... it's the right thing to do." Hector was searching for a quiet place where he could sit, and even found one, but right when he was in front of the solitary bench, turned back on his heels, without stopping. It was just better to have this conversation in his car.
"It happened very suddenly for me too, by the way. She called me and proposed it. I still haven't realised that I actually said yes."
Hector was speed-walking to his car, a fist around the keys, so tight he had to force himself to relieve some pressure or they would break. He knew himself well enough to be aware that the future-him could start crying at any time.
"When..." He needed to clear his voice. "When did she ask you that?"
There was silence and a movement from the other side. When Amanda was ready to speak again, he was fumbling with the car door's entrance.
"A week ago." It was Hector's turn to be quiet. He stilled for a second, allowing himself to fully absorb the information. He cleared his throat again.
"Why did you choose to tell me this just now?" His tone was sure but his voice still trembled a bit, he cursed himself for it. He opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. He had to remind himself to close it, his hands a bit shaky.
"I didn't know how to tell you." Hector sighed and covered his eyes with his free hand. It was only one sentence, yet he understood very well what she meant.
"I'm sorry" she said again. He could picture her: telephone in hand, legs crossed on her bed, worryingly biting her lip. It was a nervous habit she got from her mother.
"Don't. You have nothing to apologize for." He meant it, he genuinely did. Hector also hoped she could hear the affection in his voice.
"Tell me about this offer, then" he added before she could say something else. She seized the opportunity immediately, probably relieved to change the tone of the phone call.
"They also offered me a place to stay! I'll probably have a roommate, too. Eh, can't be worse than this one. You should see this room, is full of her socks. It's not--hey! It's not like I'm lying, bird." Bird? Is that how Manda was calling her now? He had seen her college roommate a few times, in their video calls. From what he could tell, they shared an awesome friendship. Well, that's what his daughter told him anyway (she talked about her a lot, like, a lot).
"Luna says hi, dad!" she informed him. Then, a bit more privately, "I think you'd like each other." He nodded, knowing dang well they couldn't see him.
"Tell her I said hi, too. Does she still have grey hair?"
"They are white now!" answered excitedly a third voice. Hector heard Amanda laugh, his heart felt a bit lighter at that.
They chatted for a while and the conversation ended in much cheerful tones. Hector was truly grateful for it.
Yet, he was unable to stop that single tear from rolling down his cheek on his way home.
The following week, Hector didn't leave his cell phone for more than ten minutes, constantly waiting for any updates. He talked with Val a few times, too. Surprisingly enough, it was her who reached out to him; Hector half suspected Manda had something to do with it.
Val had personally checked the little flat where Amanda and one of her future coworkers would have stayed, keeping them updated. The flat was an offer by the company but, surprisingly enough, it wasn't the shitty hole Hector expected it to be. He was pretty sure Val did a bit of her magic. She was even informed about Manda's future roommate, admitting that she seemed pretty decent. Hector wanted to ask for more pieces of information, though he had to hide his disappointment when Val stopped him, affirming she couldn't reveal more.
In all honesty, Val's presence was one of the very few things that didn't let him completely freak out; he trusted her with Amanda, and if she was anything like her father, people would have been smart enough to not mess with someone under her wing.
Well, Hector couldn't imagine anyone voluntarily bothering his daughter, she was too lovable, though one can never know. It also really helped that Val had been working with the company for years; it seemed like she was very well-respected.
Hector low-key (actually, very high-key) admired that when they talked, Val always sounded as if she was the boss or well, someone with enough power to not be worried. Maybe she was. Hector never dared to ask too much, afraid to seem rude after all Val's attention to Amanda.
Anyways. Everything was good.
His Manda Panda had already left a few days ago, ready for her flight, after a bear-squeezing hug. He went to a different State to finally hug her in her person, in the airport closest to her. He kind of arranged for it to be a surprise, not letting a word slip out because she might have tried to stop him or change his mind, not wanting to bother him. As if. Hector wasn't letting anyone stop him; it did help that he hadn't told anyone what the fuck he was doing or had been doing for the past two weeks (not that there was much to say).
He wasn't going to let his baby go without even fucking hugging her. He knew that they both needed it, anyways. Indeed, the smile that sparkled on her face when she saw him was one of pure joy, a sight he dearly missed. The hug they shared restored his soul.
She had changed, alright. Her hair was longer, she didn't wear either her favourite green jacket or the yellow ribbon anymore. She was officially a woman. A brilliant, creative, original, beautiful woman. But she was still his baby, she will always be - so who the fuck cared if he had to drive a few hours to see her?
"Are you sure we are not forgetting anything?" asked him, still hugging her.
"I am not. And even if I did, it's kinda too late now." Hector squeezed her a bit tighter. Amanda reciprocated, sniffing his shirt.
She allowed another moment before letting him go. She smiled at him while Hector was fighting to keep the waterworks off.
"Love you, dad." She grabbed the handle of her big suitcase, ready to go.
"Love you too, Manda Panda" answered Hector, gently grabbing her face to kiss her on her forehead.
"And don't forget your old man." It should have seemed like a joke, but Hector's strained voice didn't help.
Amanda smiled, her own eyes tearing a bit.
"Never."
Hector sank his face into the pillow. Children always forget their parents, it was just the way of life. Shit, when was the last time he had spent time with his parents? When was the last time Amanda saw her grandparents in person?
Was he a bad son? Was he a bad father? Had Amanda already forgotten him?
She hadn't texted him last night, and he was going to start a round of phone calls but stopped himself. He had to trust her. She was an adult, maybe she was just out with friends. He had to trust her.
He didn't sleep anyway, waiting. She sent him a text at six in the morning, with a beautiful sunrise picture and an apology, explaining her phone died. He replayed immediately, doing his best to sound okay, wishing her a good morning.
He had been resisting a headache for half the night but couldn't be bothered to get up and take an aspirin. He was used to it. He probably wouldn't have slept regardless; he'd been dealing with insomnia for months, nights like this one were worse than others. It was okay: Hector had been in these situations many times.
Nothing would have helped anyways, not right now.
Bullshit, whispered the deepest part of him.
He'd always been a pretty contemplative guy, someone who always spent too much time in his head. It hadn't been exactly by his will then, if he allowed his soul to whisper - and yet something, buried so deep inside that seemed lost, just never stopped screaming - all those attentions, those touches, that could have indeed at least lightened his 'circumstances'.
It was the first time in his life, after many years, that he was totally alone. He had friends now, sure, but was it enough? At his age, it wasn't like he could plan pyjama parties just because he felt... whatever.
No one knew that his mental health had deteriorated so much and so fast, anyways. No one asked.
It didn't matter much anyways, this deep feeling of loneliness had been with him since he'd lost Alex, and with Amanda away, the bitter sentiment just became more accentuated. He was at fault for that, why should anyone else be involved?
Only Robert could have... maybe...? Then again, no one asked.
He hadn't seen either Robert or Mary (or both) in the past two weeks, too preoccupied with his Manda and what his fucking mental health enabled him to do. He had turned off the notifications during the long drive to the airport and certainly didn't turn them on when he was with Amanda. He was so exhausted and mentally drained later that it took him two days to notice Robert's texts, on Christmas Eve.
Hector did reply, apologizing for such a late answer too, but that was all he could do at the moment, so he immediately shut his phone off after it.
He remembered his phone kind of freaking out when he turned it on again for all the texts wishing him a happy Christmas or something.
Irritated by his brain only permitting 15 minutes of sleep at a time, he didn't answer any of them - he was going to meet all the senders in person later anyways. Joseph had invited everyone to a party to celebrate Christmas together the same night.
Hector had forced himself so hard to go, only to come back to his house an hour later. He was sure it was precisely an hour because he had counted the minutes, like the fucking loser he was.
He showered, tried his best to style his hair, brushed his teeth, wore his dumb Christmas jumper (pretended to ignore that Amanda also would have worn one with him) and... hah, and searched the strength to go.
It wasn't a bad party, to be fair: the music was nice, everyone was chatting, maybe exchanging gifts (he thanked whoever was up there to have bought everyone's gifts just in time, right before this 'thing' came). Not bad at all.
Oh well, yeah, except for the not-fun part where he had viscerally wished to be in his bed the whole time.
The lights seemed to hit too much, the usual pleasant chatter overwhelmed him: every time someone wanted to talk with him, time seemed to agonizingly slow down.
Everyone kept asking him about Amanda.
He tried to stay in his angle of the room, but it felt... wrong. He decided it was finally time to go when he heard Robert's laugh (one of the few tolerable sounds) from the other side of the room, at a completely opposite spot where Hector was straining his back in the vain attempt to be engulfed by the walls.
It suddenly hit him that there was no real reason for him to stay.
He quickly excused himself, blaming a terrible headache (not really a lie, not exactly the truth). He gave everyone their respective gifts, threw a forced smile, avoided eye contact with anyone for more than strictly necessary and turned on his heels. He must have looked so pathetic.
He started crying the second his door closed behind him, his body slowly sliding down.
He was pathetic, wasn't he? Alex would have been so disgusted by the man he had become.
He had crawled to his room, removed his clothes and dived into his bed, covers raised till only some of his hair was visible.
And that's how Christmas went.
It was now morning, in one of those days between Christmas and New Year's Eve, when nothing truly happens and everything floats in the air.
Hector closed his eyes after staring at the wall for hours. He had been thinking about Alex the whole time. Unsurprisingly. His mind always went back to her when things got this dark. He couldn't stop asking himself if she was waiting for him, wherever she was.
If they'd reconnected a bit too soon, would she be disappointed? It would've been something quick, just a little pain and then he'd be done. Were her eyes going to be the first thing he'd have seen, then?
Oh, the other Dads would've been shocked at the news, no one could have seen it coming. Hector? A suicide? Who could have guessed it.
He ran his hands over his face, exhausted.
A small, little scandal for a small, little community, Hector thought, a bit too cynical.
Would have anyone actually cared? A few tears here and there, and then everyone back to their usual lives. Hector's presence had never been a big deal, how different could his absence be?
He had learned to stop these thoughts when Manda was still a child, he was not going to let his child suffer again. Not that soon.
Yet... now she wasn't a child anymore, was she? She had friends and a wonderful future ahead of her. She wasn't alone now. It could have been easier, maybe.
And his neighbours were fine. Robert had just proved to him that he was going to be just fine without him, avoiding and distancing him. What was stopping Hector from doing anything?
You're a coward. A fucking coward, that's who you are. Hector felt tears forming at the end of his eyes at the hissing tones of his mind.
But then, another whisper inside his mind, this time clearer and more stable. Stop this. You don't want to actually do it. You have never wanted to do it, even where you were at your lowest. Stop all of this. Persevere. You know people care about you, you know this could completely destroy Manda's life. It will break Robert. Mary, Craig and the others would absolutely lose it.This shit will get better, you already know it.
Thinking was so tiring.
He hugged the pillow tighter and closed his eyes, pretending to wait for sleep.
He knew it wouldn't be coming soon. He was almost on the verge of it (why was every second so fucking long?), when someone ringing his door made him jump.
He stupidly wondered if Alex had come back, very sleep-deprived, but when he took his phone to check the time (12:23 am), a notification from Amanda's chat popped up: it was a photo of a sleepy old pigeon, which she captioned simply with 'you.', not too far from his actual state. Hector sent her a laughing emoji, before putting the phone down and closing his eyes again.
The doorbell rang a second time.
He couldn't be disturbed to give a fuck, at the moment.
A few seconds passed before the doorbell rang for the third time. He mindlessly recognised he had to use the bathroom. Was it worth it to get up though?
Then it was his phone's turn to buzz. Hector declined, not even checking who it was. It wasn't Amanda, she had her own ringtone.
"Hector, if you don't open your fucki-if you don't open the door, I will break it!" shouted Robert, so loud that he could hear him from his bedroom. Hector's eyes snapped open. His usual warm and husky voice was thundering, but it did not hide in the slightest the worried tone. Why would he be worried?
"I'm gonna count to ten," stated Robert, and he could picture him with a shoulder on the door, arms and legs crossed, head close to its surface in the hope of hearing any sound inside.
Hector had forgotten he was naked. It should have worried him more.
"One... two..." Honestly, he didn't care in the slightest. Robert could do whatever he wanted to the piece of wood, burn it, break it, whatever; it was up to him. He would have bought another when he'd felt better. Or maybe not. He wasn't rich. Even if someone entered the house, it's not like they'd found anything good. Maybe the tv?
"Three... four... five..." Hector debated with himself if getting up, wearing pants, walking all the way to the door and having to face people was worth a door. The night before he had only found the strength to remove his clothes, he wasn't wearing any pyjamas. His boxer went down with his jeans by mistake, but Hector hadn't made a big deal about it: he wasn't going to leave his house or his bed that soon. At least, that had been the plan.
He was alone, after all.
"Eight... nine... nine and a quarter..." He rolled his eyes, trying to find something he could wear. The wardrobe was so far.
"Six... seven..." It wasn't simply people, though, was it? It was Robert. One of the most handsome men he had ever seen, eyes he lost his gaze in more times than he could count, getting very passionate about movies when he's drunk, "Imma fuck you up if you hurt the people I care about" Robert. Hector sighed.
"... Nine and a half... nine and two quarters..." continued Robert's voice. Hector got tired of thinking once again and wrapped the bed sheets around himself; the bed was already a mess because of his continuous tossing and turning.
"Okay, fuck, ten!" he heard Robert announce. The words made Hector hurry up before the wait could have created any real trouble.
What if he was going to hurt himself? Hector could have never forgiven himself if Robert hurt himself for such a dumb reason.
He opened the door slightly, just peeking his head out. He half-expected to find Robert taking a few steps back, ready to break the entrance down, but nope.
He was on his knee - he knew he was in pain because Robert always complained about his knees - and his hands were holding a thin piece of metal in the door's lock. Luckily for him, Hector opened the door just to fit his head out, he might have hit Robert right in the face otherwise.
When he met Hector's eyes, the surprise of having a door almost smacked to his nose was still readable. Or maybe he was just surprised to see Hector. Whatever, one of those two things.
His worried face dropped down just for a second before getting back up. Hector tried not to notice how everyone and their offsprings were exactly in front of his house, on Joseph's lawn. Almost all the dads were glancing at him and Robert, pretending to be busy helping the blonde man or playing with the children.
The kids, without Amanda, looked bored out of their life.
Mary was watching him too, and a sigh of relief escaped from her mouth; Hector watched her mouth open slightly and her chest go up and down. She raised her glass of wine. Hector lowered his head a bit, in an exchange of greeting.
His eyes immediately got back on Robert.
Robert got up with a grunt, getting closer to Hector, his broad shoulders protecting him from the curious sights of others.
"Can I come in?" he asked, studying Hector's face. The younger man didn't reply, he just disappeared behind the doorway, hand on the handle to open it slightly more. Robert slipped in.
Hector closed the door and immediately felt his body weight too much, gently pushing his back to the surface behind him. One of his hands was still on the handle, the other one was holding the sheet around himself.
He stayed there, with his body leaning against the door. He let his head tilt back, chin up, but kept his eyes focused on Robert's back. He was wearing his usual leather jacket, but it seemed... like it was a bit shiner, cleaner. His shoulders went up and down, Hector could hear him taking a big sigh. It was clear that Robert was taking in the house's condition. It was not the first time he was there, they had watched a few movies together at least once a month (with Mary usually present and Hector always trying too much to not make things awkward when she was not), so he knew. He knew the difference.
The windows were closed, the curtains only let in a few rays of sunshine because Hector hadn't shut them properly and didn't have it in him to fix them. The kitchen was clean, pristine. A bag of chips, essentially still full, and a half-full glass of water were on the table. The remote lied dusty on the armchair's sit, he hadn't used it for weeks; the pillows were in order on the couch, untouched as well.
The kitchen and the living space were pretty okay, Hector wasn't worried about it.
His bedroom was a completely different story, but Robert wasn't going to check his bedroom. Why the fuck would he have to enter his bedroom, anyway?
When he turned around, he found Hector already watching him. Pff, as if he was going to look somewhere else when he was right in front of him.
Robert's gaze softly met his. Hector still had his head resting on the door, his blue tied to Robert's deep brown.
"What's going on, Hector?" he asked, his tone kind and low as if to not disturb the weird pace floating in the house.
He didn't answer, completely turning his head back and exposing adam's apple. He swallowed, closing his eyes. He was aware of Robert's piercing gaze on him and his body. Maybe, on other occasions, he would have languidly lingered in it.
Nothing is going on, go back to the others, he wanted to say. He couldn't. He was so tired, only craving to go back to bed. Even standing up required a power he wasn't sure he had at the moment.
A cold touch on his cheeks surprised him. He let Robert's gentle hands cup his face, lowering it to the point he knew Hector would be watching him and only him. Robert saw the deep eyebags under Hector's eyes, identified the fatigue in them, noticed how chapped his lips were, and caught the way his cheekbones seemed sharper.
"What's going on?" asked Robert again, somehow sounding even softer. His eyes were anchored in Hector's ones and made sure that they wouldn't leave his. Hector bit his lip to death, attempting to stop his eyes from watering.
It was the closeness, the intimacy in Robert's eyes. It was the way his thumb was lightly stroking Hector's cheek. What was the last time someone touched him like this? So innocently, so wholeheartedly? Like... like he mattered?
He tried to open his mouth but closed it again, his eyes shifting to Robert's eyes, one first and then the other. In the low light, they seemed more mysterious, full of untold secrets, stories only his lips could reveal. More by instinct than by will, his gaze fell down on them. Hector realized too late that he had been staring a second too long at Robert's plump mouth.
He immediately looked up, but he only met wrinkles of worry on the older man's forehead. He wanted to smooth them out with his hand, but his arm felt so heavy on his side.
Hector had almost forgotten he was only wearing his bedsheets. That was so fucking embarrassing. Robert shouldn't have ever seen him like this. He was the one to take care of, not the other way around. What the fuck was this now?
He suddenly remembered they had been standing for a while when Robert was probably still in pain from kneeling in front of his door.
It took all his being to do it, especially because he wouldn't have liked doing this even in normal circumstances, though he brought his free hand on Robert's chest - it was hard and soft at the same time. Somewhere in Hector's mind, he wondered how his skin would have felt under his lips - and ever so gently pushed him away. Robert immediately got the message and let him go.
Hector pointed to the couch with his arm, waiting for him to get the hint again, still not talking. He did, going to sit down, watching him and probably expecting to sit down too.
Hector went to take a chair from the table instead and placed it in front of Rober.
"What are you...?" Hector was gone again, the sheet still wrapped around his hips, hold in place by his hand.
He came back to him with an ice pack, handing it to Robert.
He took it, perplexed, glancing confused at the chair. Hector rolled his eyes. Robert raised an eyebrow, slightly annoyed.
"I don't read minds, you know. I don't-" Hector swiftly got down to grab Robert's ankle and positioned it on the chair. He then clutched a pillow and placed it under Robert's leg. The bearded man watched his action with true wonder in his eyes. Then when he understood what Hector was doing, laughed softly.
"Thanks man, but uh, it's the other leg." Hector, who was taking the ice from Robert's hands, at the words stopped. He looked at the leg for a second and plumped down on the sofa, next to him, defeated.
Robert switched to the right leg and observed him.
It wasn't right, seeing Hector like this. He was a sunny, funny guy. He brought light wherever he went. Robert had never seen his eyes so... empty, lifeless.
"I appreciate it anyway. Thank you." Hector nodded, but it seemed like even the smallest interactions took the life out of him.
"Is... is this about the last time, when we lost Greenzilla?" tried Robert, hoping to change the mood. Hector forced a smile, though what appeared on his mouth looked like a pathetic grimace more than anything. He had his head turned back again, his chin pointed toward the ceiling, showing his jawline. A light beard was starting to form, a few days old.
Robert didn't force it. He studied Hector's state, admiring the messy curls and the pale, tonic chest and arms. His eyes were closed now. A ray of sunshine hit him right on his happy trail, falling on the sheet that was covering his pelvis and going all the way down his knees. Robert thought he looked like a statue. However, statues don't suffer from the cold, and Hector's goosebumps told another story.
"Did you eat?" Hector raised a shoulder. Robert eyed the opened bag of chips. He scratched his beard, his lips were a thin line.
"Have you slept?" He already knew the answer, but he asked anyway. The other man slowly opened his eyes. He did not move, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. Robert couldn't help but follow the other man's Adam's apple going up and down when Hector swallowed.
"Alright." With a small moan, he put his leg down and got up. Robert stretched his arms and back, the red shirt he was wearing (one of his favourites) showed an inch of skin right above his belt. Hector's eyes darted there, and immediately went back to the ceiling when he realised Robert was watching him.
"I'll be right back." He told to the man slumped on the couch. He took a blanket from the armchair next to them and covered the younger man with it, before opening the door and leaving the tiniest space open, enough to not let the door close but attentive to not show anything to the outside.
Trusting Robert's words, Hector shrugged the blanket off of him and used the minutes alone to finally use the toilet, stopping in his bedroom to take some clothes first.
He did his best to not look in any mirror.
He went back to the sofa, already completely exhausted. He crossed his legs on the couch and covered himself with the blanket again. He wasn't as cold now, with his red sweatshirt and the sweatpants he used to go to the gym with Craig, but the blanket made him feel comforted.
A few minutes passed, and there was no sign of Robert. He was starting to feel sleepy, finally, and began to consider going back to bed. He had to get up again, though.
Hector sighed, finally tearing his gaze from the white paint of the ceiling. He shifted his position, starting to straighten his back when Robert entered again. His arms were full of food: he had three hamburgers, two water bottles, one can of coke, and a small tray of chips.
He closed the door with his back and got near the kitchen area. He tried to hide a shiver, failing. The black leather jacket surely wasn't that warm. Hector almost rolled his eyes, remembering the small fight they had a few weeks ago because he could tell Robert was cold, but he refused to go out wearing something warmer. "If you want to look good, you must be ready to suffer" he had said, gaining an unimpressed look from Hector.
Robert neatly left everything on the table and then put the drinks in the fridge, humming when he found it empty. He didn't seem surprised.
He put the third hamburger aside, making sure it was covered, and started walking around.
He took a plate and a napkin, moving with no worries, knowing exactly where everything he was searching for was. It was a nice sight.
He put a hamburger on the plate, with chips on the side, filled a glass of water and marched towards the other man, positioning the food and water on the small table near the couch.
Hector just looked at him.
Robert exchanged his gaze briefly before removing his jacket and placing it on the coat hanger near the door. He walked to the furthest windows in the living room, raising the curtains, sure that even with full access, no one would have seen or bothered them. He then went back to take his own hamburger. He left his food near Hector's and brought a few napkins and a big water bottle, leaving the other one and the can in the fridge. He removed his shoes using his feet and finally got comfortable, crossing his legs on the couch.
"What?" His tone was a bit defensive and Hector was sure that his cheeks were slightly redder. Not that he blamed him, he had silently followed him with his eyes the whole time, it probably wasn't a good sensation.
Robert huffed before taking a big bite of his hamburger. The chair was still there, as was the pillow. The ice was on the table in front of them, it had melted a bit since Robert went to bring them food.
He didn't seem to care, he positioned his leg on the chair again and put the ice on his knee. He left the other leg angled under him.
"You should eat, Joseph made them. As much I don't fucking like him, he knows how to do his meat." He crossed his brows after his words left his mouth. The corner of Hector's mouth twitched a bit.
"Anyway." He took the plate with a stretch of his back and gently deposited it on Hector's lap. The baby blue wool softly surrounded it, but Hector only succeeded to make a face at what the other man offered.
It was incredibly rude, Hector thought, not to eat when Robert had been so kind. He felt like a piece of shit, but he truly wasn't hungry. The thought of lifting his arms, opening his mouth, moving his jaw and swallow was also... too much, for now.
"You know," started Robert, after clearing his throat. He shifted on the couch to face him with his body the most he could. "They are worried about you. Mary wanted to come inside, I thought it was better to let her stay with her kids." Hector finally met his eyes. They didn't hold contact for long, though.
He hadn't stopped talking, but Hector wasn't listening anymore, preferring instead to let his gaze shift over the other man's face.
He was so handsome, literally a view for sore eyes. Was he truly aware of his beauty?
Hector began scanning his face with a curious thirst, admiring the wonderful man he had in front of him; because he had raised the curtains, the house was a little brighter, and his features were easier to appreciate in this light.
A small lock of hair fell on his forehead, and if Hector had been more daring he would have caressed it out of the way. His cheekbones seemed softer, he almost could feel the soft skin under his fingertips. He was mesmerized by the way his lips moved, asking himself how they would have tasted. Did his mouth still bring the hint of alcohol and tobacco? Was his tongue as experienced as his dreams told him? The beard surrounding his jaw had a few touches of grey, like his hair. Robert had always been attractive, that was for sure. He'd probably stolen hearts left and right when he was younger, and God, if he hadn't aged like fine wine now. Was he still breaking hearts now? Was his own still hurt or had Hector managed to help him at least gather all the pieces?
When Hector raised his eyes again to meet his, he found the same warmth Robert had started to welcome him more and more often. Hector knew he had stopped speaking and chose to simply not care. Robert's gaze, hot as a fireplace during the winter, never lost its intensity. Hector distractedly thought he had been a really cute child, he could see it: a serious stare, big eyes, big dreams. Would they've been friends even that young? Hector wasn't sure. Age difference to the side, Robert would've grown bored of him. He'd always been a 'bad boy' - that's what he gathered from what the other man told him, between random stories of how he got almost abducted by aliens and fond fake memories of a classmate who claimed to be a new prophet -, Hector? Not that much.
He lost the line of thought when he saw the small mole under his left eye. Hector had imagined kissing it an infinite number of times. The first time he noticed the little dot was during Mary's birthday. Robert was laughing so hard at something Mary said, presumably both drunk, that a small tear, or maybe a drop of his drink, ended on it. Hector had watched enchanted the mole slowly reveal itself. He remembered he had wanted to kiss it, maybe lightly inebriated too. He had met Robert's teary eyes from all the waves of laughter, and he simply smiled at him, heart full, content to finally see that man happy and in a light mood for once. It hadn't been easy, to receive such a privilege, that open friendliness, but Hector was proud and sure to have rightfully received it. He had treasured and blossomed their company, carefully and patiently. He never once regretted it. By now, he spotted almost immediately when his stories were a bunch of bullshit. He knew when he was uncomfortable, because of somebody's presence or of a weird situation.
Shit, he even spotted when he was bluffing at poker. He had learnt how to read him. And things with Mary had improved drastically, they had the weirdest and yet most interesting chats together.
In more ways than he could count, Hector was grateful that he could genuinely consider her and Robert friends. Fuck, maybe even his best friends. But... but.
Robert's warmness was something that seemed so distant. Hector had been looking at him like a man who admires a work of art: he could appreciate the fine line, the colours, the delicate hand of the artist, yet no one could feel the heat of a fireplace under their palms only by watching its image.
If Robert was here, why was his heart still bleeding? Something in his chest displeasedly seared.
He was so tired.
What is wrong with me?
He realized too late that Robert had asked him a question.
Hector tilted his head, confused. He hadn't heard it.
Robert had very long eyelashes. Alex also had them, another trait she had passed to Amanda. He remembered watching them sleep together and marvelling at how similar Amanda was to her mother.
He absently knew that Robert was aware of what he had been doing, the greedy study he had conducted, how could he not? Hector never once pretended to listen, his eyes surely gave him away. To be honest, Hector was surprised Robert still hadn't gotten used to it, it was not the first time he had observed him so thoroughly. He had become less and less ashamed of it.
"Did I..." Robert cleared his throat again, unsure. "Did I do the right thing? I can tell her to come inside. I can call Craig too if you want to. Maybe-"
Hector moved his head left and right, just one time. Having Robert there was too much, and he allowed it because he was, well, Robert. He couldn't tolerate anyone else at the moment.
"You don't have to stay here." Those were the first words Hector had said in a while, he almost grimaced at his own voice. The look on Robert's face immediately changed, between being hurt and offended. Hector regretted it, yet didn't feel too bad: it was something he had wanted to say since Robert had come to his house.
"What do you mean?" He sounded more perplexed than anything. Hector would be lying if he said that he hadn't caught the strange note in his voice.
"There is a barbecue out there. Why would you be stuck with me? The others seem much more fun." He remembered Joseph telling him something about it. He had turned down the invite, saying some bullshit about having to write or something.
Robert raised an eyebrow. A second of silence lingered between them.
"Do you want me to go?" he calmly asked. Hector didn't answer. He didn't lower his gaze either, weirdly enough. Not that weird actually, all things considered. A corner of Robert's mouth slightly went up.
"In that case..." Robert gently gestured to the plate that was still on Hector's lap.
The younger man gulped and eyed what it was being offered.
With a strength that made himself proud, Hector slowly removed the blanket from his torso and grabbed the burger, his skin aware of Robert's eyes on him. He looked at him and saw him doing the same, a few bites were already taken. Robert stretched out his arms to get closer to Hector's and their burgers touched, as a way to make a toast. A cosy feeling formed in Hector's chest, slowly spreading everywhere.
They ate in silence and when Hector had enough of his food, he drank his glass of water, moved everything on the small table in front of them and rested his head against the back of the sofa. No one of them talked even then, the silence lounged like a comfortable companion between them. Robert shifted to imitate his position once he was done too, one of his legs still on the chair. Hector covered them both with his blanket.
He didn't know how but half an hour later, he woke up on Robert's shoulder. The older man had his arms crossed, his brows in a frown and his chin was out, in a perplexed, maybe even disgusted, look. He was watching a straight couple kiss on the tv.
"What a bunch of bullshit" he whispered to himself, presumably to not wake up Hector. The curly-haired man shifted away, still sleepy but a little embarrassed to be so close, and immediately regretted it. Everything was colder, he had to suppress a shiver.
Robert immediately turned his head towards him.
"Where are you going?" He looked at him with those big, brown eyes and almost seemed like a kicked puppy. A puppy with very long legs.
Hector opened his mouth but closed it again.
He got up too quickly and soon realised it was a bad decision. Black dots swam in his vision and he tripped on the blanket, now wrapped around his legs. Time slowed down, he was going to hit the coffee table with his face but managed to balance on his back, falling on his knees.
His elbow hit the hard surface, and the glasses jumped at the impact, but the blanket cushioned him well enough.
God, why did this shit always happen around Robert? He already knew he was a fucking loser, there was no need to help him remember it every time.
He was as red as a tomato, so embarrassed that he had to hide his face in the cushions. His elbow hurt, too.
Robert chuckled in his face but went to pass a hand in the mess of Hector's hair.
"Are you alright?" he asked, with mirth in his eyes. Hector, face still on the couch, nodded. The hand moved unhurriedly from his hair to his neck and then to his back, in a slow caress. Hector felt goosebumps all over his skin and partly succeeded at hiding a shiver.
"Are you hurt?" Robert spread his fingers, limiting his movements yet still holding the contact. Hector turned his face towards him, searching for that specific shade of brown. He had his cheek still pressed on the cushion. Robert gulped at the other man's eyes, at the way the dark of the pupils was devouring the light blue.
Shit.
Hector wasn't going to tell him that his elbow pulsed a bit where he hit it, so he stayed quiet, still looking at him.
"Did I ever tell you about that time in Hong Kong when I risked losing my arm?" the older man started. Hector closed his eyes and sighed, Robert still had his hand on his back.
He got up for good. He regretted the lost contact but it was borderline a necessity to not make things even weirder. He was touch starved, that was something he had acknowledged long ago; problem was that even that small, innocent touch was starting to, um, affect him.
He had a very, very sensible back, too.
"It was just me and a dude who only spoke Chinese mandarin", "I'm..."
They both stopped. Robert had a curious expression on.
Hector spoke first.
"Thank you" he managed. His voice was too deep and raspy. Robert's glass still had a bit of water in it so he drank from it, trying to talk in a tone that could be heard by humans. He spoke again.
"You probably have still time to be with the others. I can be on my own." Robert licked his lips.
"If you don't want to hear my story just say it." He kept his arms crossed. He had both his legs on the chair, ankles crossed, and the ice was on the table, probably just water now.
Hector rolled his eyes but huffed a laugh. He was feeling better. He talked, he eat half a burger and even drank water! Hell, he even fell asleep.
He didn't even attempt to hide the affection in his voice.
"Thank you." Such an easy statement. Hector hoped his friend truly understood how wholeheartedly he meant it.
Robert removed the legs from the chair and firmly put them on the ground. He moved it out of the way and rested his elbow on his thighs. He was looking up at him, considering that Hector was on his feet now.
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Hector attempted to subtly hug himself. It wasn't that late, probably his neighbours were still out there. He could hear a few laughs, under the dialogue on the tv.
He took a big sigh, Robert was intently watching him. If he asked him to spend the night - not in that way -, Hector was pretty sure he'd have said yes on the spot. Who, better than Robert, was going to understand him?
However, even the most innocent request instructed for... something, something he didn't have.
"Maybe another time," he whispered, so low that he wasn't sure Robert heard him - he did.
"Do you want me to go?" Again, Hector didn't answer, continuing to hug himself. Robert never tore his eyes off him.
Hector opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by a rumble of thunder. He didn't expect it and jumped a bit. He quickly walked to a window, watching from behind the curtains.
The rain was violently pouring, wetting everything and everybody. Joseph rushed to take the grill inside, Mary was giving away food left and right, helped by Damien. Hugo seemed like he was searching for something. When Ernest tried to sneak around him, Hugo grabbed him by the shoulder with his hand and started to drag him towards their house. He had a small tray, covered with tin foil in the other one.
Craig was assembling the twins, trying to cover River with the same tray Hugo had: the baby was now big enough to be attached to her father's calf, standing on her own feet.
Brian was removing the tables with Matt's aid.
Hector distractedly thought he should have been out there with them to help, but oh no, his fucking brain had to feel sad and make even breathing seem difficult.
He wasn't aware of Robert's presence behind him, so he jumped off his skin when he felt his breath on the nape of his neck.
The other man giggled.
"Guess I'll have to stay here then, oops." Hector could have sworn that he sensed the faintest trace of fingertips right above his hips.
"I wasn't kicking you out" he stated, not turning around, still eyeing the scene. He felt the hood of his sweatshirt being raised quickly until it covered his head and part of his eyes.
"Assassin's Creed" he heard whispering from behind him. He turned around, fixing the hoodie enough to let him see properly (as much as he could, without his glasses). He found Robert fucking wheezing at him and his own joke. Hector had to run a hand on his face to look annoyed when actually it was extremely difficult not to laugh with him.
Robert came near him again, lowering the hood and messing with his curls. A smile rested on his lips.
"You know", he let his hand fall on his shoulder, "it's the first time I've seen you without your glasses." Hector raised his eyebrows.
"You look good." The younger man unconsciously swallowed.
Robert was so relaxed. His stance was serene, his eyes calm. He was just saying it: he looked good without glasses. There was no malice in his words, no other goal. It was a genuine compliment, a friend who was simply recognizing a quality in his other friend.
Hector smiled at that. Sure, it was small, faintly involving only his lips, and yet to Hector, it seemed like a luxury. It was true, real. That was more than enough.
"Can I... hug you?" he quietly, so quietly, requested to the man in front of him. He wasn't brave enough to hold his gaze.
Quickly glancing at the hand resting on his shoulder, he decided to dare and indulge in something else. Maybe he could do it, to find the courage of such need.
Robert didn't respond, so Hector had his apologies travelling all the way from his core to the tip of his tongue, when two strong arms wrapped around him.
Robert's familiar, masculine scent encircled him. Hiding his face in the older man's neck, he let his perfume lullaby him.
He didn't want to start crying again, he really didn't, he hated himself for it, but it was so easy to let it go now. He had begun sobbing, pillowed by the warmness of Robert's body uselessly attempting to stop his tears. Robert's shirt was already a mess.
His arms were around Robert's shoulder, hugging him so tight that it probably was a little uncomfortable for the other man. Robert was carefully stroking his scalp with one hand, his other hand closed as a fist around the material of his hoodie.
"I got you. I got you... shh", he kept repeating. He kindly let their bodies slide down, pressing his back against the kitchen island near them to get more support.
Neither of them wanted to break the hug; however, Hector squeezed him harder, afraid Robert was using the motions to let him go.
Robert shivered, maybe tickled himself by Hector's irregular breathing in a different area of such vulnerable skin.
They stayed like that after Hector calmed down, too. Robert had begun to play with Hector's curls, his other hand lazily resting on the end of the younger man's hips. It was nice, to perceive Robert's company so physically. They were chest to chest, Hector could feel Robert breathing under his ribs. He was soft and hard at the same time, he had such... a reassuring presence. Being wrapped by his arms, even if so lightly, seemed more and more like a shield. It reminded him a little of when he was a child and wanted to be comforted by one of his mother's hugs, too afraid of the dark.
Yet, it was something completely different. Robert was gentler in his touch, almost afraid of hurting him. It didn't sit too right with him. If it were for him, he could have squeezed him alive and Hector would have died happily. Oh, Robert was scratching his scalp just the right way. What was he saying?
Hector hadn't removed his head from the crook of his neck, his beard tickled against his cheekbones. He distractedly nuzzled his face against it.
Embarrassingly self-aware, he delicately untangled himself with his whole being screaming at him not to. He cleaned his cheeks with his sleeves, feeling very juvenile.
"I'm sorry" he mumbled, batting his eyelashes to make the fog disappear.
"Don't be." Robert, a touch like a feather, removed a tear that was hanging on his jawline with his thumb. Hector noticed only then that one of his knees was between Robert's thighs.
"You needed that." Hector nodded, biting his lip.
"That was fucking mortifying" he commented, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands.
"Why?"
"I..." Hector took a big breath and moved next to Robert, his leg gently shifting away. His arms were touching. Neither of them cared, but Hector was more aware of it than Robert.
"I never let people see me like this." He turned his face to meet Robert's eyes, he was already watching him. He didn't answer, waiting.
"You already know my mental health has never been the best." Robert nodded.
"Christmas has always had this effect on me. It's around the time Alex died." Robert studied his face and did nothing more.
"I remember spending many Christmas at the hospital. Amanda's first holidays had always been at that fucking place."
He had this specific memory of his daughter weeping all day, hollering her lungs off. His wife, that same day, was having an operation that lasted for hours. He remembered being so stressed he paced around the whole hospital while trying to calm his daughter down. He had to call his mother and hand her the baby for a few hours: Alex's procedure had a complication.
He brought his knees close to his chest, his elbows on them; he played with his fingers.
"I suppose it should be easier for me to grieve. The doctors had told us months before what could have happened." He closed one of his hands in a fist and reopened it.
"It isn't. I miss her a lot, Robert. A fucking lot." Oh no, he wasn't going to start crying again. He prohibited himself to do it.
"I feel like Amanda is slipping from my fingers and I don't fucking know what to do." A bitter laugh escaped from his lips.
"She was right, by the way. We were co-dependent on each other. She's always been more mature than me." He was talking about his Manda, but the lines between her and Alex blurred.
"I often wonder how different things could have been if she'd been alive, what she'd think if she could see me now. I think... I think she'd be very proud of Amanda. But me? That's another story. She-"
"She would think you're a marvellous man who raised a wonderful woman" interrupted Robert, with a serious tone. Hector shook his head in disagreement, ready to put himself down.
"No. No, Hec, listen to me." Robert punched his arm to get his full attention. Not gonna lie, it hurt.
"You're a wonderful man, alright? You're an extremely good friend and an even better father. Everyone loves and admires you, but you're so humble you don't even fucking notice it. No, shut up. I don't care." Hector, who was going to protest, closed his mouth.
"I mean, I care. Urgh, this is so fucking embarrassing."
"See? I told you-"
"No, shut up. My therapist says I have to learn to talk about feelings." Robert scratched his forehead, uncomfortable, and turned his torso towards Hector. Two blue eyes met him with so much openness he had to force himself to cough before he could start talking, embarrassed. He had to physically stop from cringing at himself.
"Okay, here we go." Hector nodded at him, an amused smile surfacing on his lips. His arms were now crossed, and his long legs stretched on the floor, ankles on top of each other. Robert was one hundred percent sure that, if the mood had been different, Hector would have made a dumb joke about them both wearing socks.
"What I'm trying to say is that you're a nice man and you're loved and respected. I, err, I care about you. And, um, I value your friendship a lot." It was extremely satisfying to hear these words, especially if coming directly from Robert. A choice of his own free will, too. A Christmas miracle, if you will.
Yet it wasn't a miracle, just months and months of therapy showing improvements. The road to get there hadn't been easy and the work was still not done, but it was nice to see the difference between where Robert started and the point he was at now.
Hector wasn't sure he was fully convinced of it but pushed his uncertainties away to not ruin the moment, appreciating the genuine sentiment behind those words.
Robert, instead... well, he wanted to bury himself alive, his face had become as red as his shirt. Once he thought he had said everything he had wanted to, he nodded to himself and went back to Hector's side.
Hector punched him on his chest, much more lightly than the other man did.
"I'm proud of you." Robert, who was pretending to stretch his neck to avoid eye contact, turned to face Hector. The sheer honesty behind his gaze made his heart jump.
Something in him unlocked, like the correct key finally opening an old door; the missing piece of the puzzle eventually fitting in. He had craved those words for who knows how long. And there they were now, being stated as the most obvious thing in the world.
"Thank you" he answered, after his best friend's words fully sunk in. To tell the complete truth, he was proud of himself too.
They didn't talk after that particular exchange. The comfortable silence didn't linger too much, though, because Hector spoke again.
"Can I ask you something?" Something in his tone made Robert tense up. He just nodded.
"Why did you ignore me at the Christmas party?" Hector's chest felt so light he had to tap it, solely checking if everything was alright. That's what made him still ache: he was hurt. He had been hurt when Robert hadn't shown him an ounce of attention and he was hurt now. Things between them weren't as okay as they seemed to be, at their ages it was foolish to pretend otherwise. He was grateful for Robert's presence, he really was, but it wasn't that simple. Learning how to communicate had been one of Robert's biggest challenges, it still was, so he wasn't going to let this go: for Robert's sake and his own, too.
"I was upset" admitted the older man. He adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, raising them to his elbows. Hector followed the way his fingers moved with his eyes.
Wait, no, hold on.
"Upset? Why?" He was genuinely baffled.
"You ignored me and Mary for two weeks. Every text I had sent you went to the void." The curly-haired man rubbed his sleeves together, chastised.
"I-"
"If Val hadn't called me, I would have never guessed what was wrong. I assumed, I don't know, I guess I thought you wanted to stop hanging around with us. Which, to be honest, it's understandable."
Congratulations Hector, that's what you've done. Are you happy now?
He had been rolling in self-pity so much he had forgotten the people he loved.
Okay, no, this is not what you've been doing. That was not 'self-pity'. Once he goes back to his house, it will come back. You need therapy again, Hector.
Hector shushed away those little voices in the back of his mind, that was a conversation for the future.
He got up on his knees and walked on them till he occupied Robert's vision.
"I apologise-no, it's your turn to shut up. Shush. I apologize." Robert, forced to silence, crossed his arms, sulking.
"It was not fair of me to keep you so secluded from what was happening to me." Hector bit the inside of his cheek, another question popping up in his mind. He pushed it away.
"I will do my best to... I don't know, talk with you."
Robert scratched his beard.
"I just, uh, wish you spoke to me about Amanda's situation sooner. You created a list of all the fucking Christmas decorations in the world and, well, now... is there a Christmas tree hidden somewhere? I don't see anything."
Hector huffed a laugh. He shoved his hands in the big pouch of his hoodie, and sat down on his heels, his expression quickly turning grave. Robert took that vision as the literal demonstration of his friend's humour flying down one more time.
"That's not what I...! Urgh. I'm such an asshole. I just meant-" What did he mean? He'd forgotten already.
He shoved his head in his hands.
What did his therapist always say? Big breaths and try to relax? Focus on something else? Easier said than done.
A chilly touch brushed his neck, so lightly that it could have been a mistake - a hand settled on his shoulder. The whole motion took him by surprise, startling him.
"Why are your hands so fucking cold all the time?"
Hector winked at him. It was one of the first gestures in the whole day where he finally recognized his old Hector.
"Cold hands, warm heart. Now breathe with me, you fucking loser." Robert wanted to insult him back, but the younger man had already started his breathing exercise, so he was coerced to follow.
"Look at me, alright? Focus on me and my breathing. Breath in..." He took a breath in.
Not like he could focus on something else with that particular tint of blue in front of him, anyway. Robert hadn't been able to find that particular shade yet. It wasn't azure: azure was too dark. Sapphire, maybe?
"Hold..." He held his breath. No, it wasn't sapphire either. He knew because he had googled it. Lapislazulli was--his mind suddenly filled in with the intrusive memory of Hector in nothing but his sheet, chest and arms exposed, his Adam's apple going down; a ray of sunshine, Robert remembered so very clearly, fell right on his happy trail.
He choked on his saliva and almost spit on the other man before him. Hector worriedly patted him on the back.
"Robert?"
What the fuck was that?
Robert raised his hands, still coughing, signalling he was okay.
"Are you-"
"Yes. I'm alright, thank you." He suppressed another cough. His therapist had told him that intrusive thoughts were normal and nothing to be ashamed of. He tried to keep her words in mind, forcing himself to stop blushing. He didn't succeed, but at least he could blame the sudden cough.
"Where were we?"
Hector hysterically giggled.
"You old cow, you can't even fucking breath properly."
"Fuck you! You know I'm sensible about my age." That only made Hector laugh louder.
Rober missed that sound. He had to act like he was glancing around to hide a smile.
"Can I have a glass of water or does a man have to die of thirst here?" Hector got up, the hint of a laugh still on his chapped lips. It didn't escape on Robert how much more energetic he was now compared to when he had met him this morning.
"I think that man will probably find a way to choke himself on nothing before dying of thirst." Robert got up too and cracked his back.
"Fuck, I'm getting old."
"You said it, not me." He found Hector smiling cordially, extending him a glass of water. The kitchen island separated them.
Robert accepted the water, grateful. Hector rested his hip against the kitchen counter and sighed, rubbing his eyes. He was more and more in need to get his glasses.
"I don't know how to ask you this, so I'm just gonna get it out of my system." Robert raised his head from the glass he had put down on the isle, interested.
"Why didn't you come to talk with me in person instead of just assuming the worst?"
One could say that Robert had to think of his answer, which might have explained why he took so long. However, that wouldn't be the truth. Robert was simply searching for courage.
It was okay for Hector, though. The wait. He was a patient guy.
"I thought that you... rejected me, my friendship." He was greeted with silence.
"I don't understand." Robert exhaled from his nose, ill at ease.
"Hec, I don't deal well with rejection."
"That's not the part that I don't understand" answered coldly Hector, honestly annoyed.
"I believed that by now it was clear I enjoyed our... friendship."
"Recovery is not linear, Hector. I put a wall between us like the fucking idiot I was because I was afraid you were, I don't know, bored. Of me. Mary. Of me."
Hector sighed. Recovery is not linear.
It truly fucking wasn't, huh?
Hector frustratedly ruffled his hair, unsure. He raised his eyes on Robert who was delicately running a finger along the rim of the glass, his elbows on the kitchen island. He had that slight pout he'd usually put on when he was thinking something that made him discontent.
Hector got close enough to touch his forearm.
"I will never get bored of you, okay? Never." He realized that the statement seemed a bit too personal, so he immediately added something else, removing his hand.
"Or of Mary, or of Craig, or any other person I care about, alright? I promise." Robert wasn't the type of person one could read just by looking at his eyes. He did show emotion, when he felt like it, but he was mostly someone who kept his secrets so buried inside him that could not allow anything else to come up.
Yet, he was showing complete and undivided attention. He was listening, his gaze fixed on Hector. His eyes, the same unreadable mystery, were speaking. To Hector, for Hector. It wasn't much from Robert's choice, maybe. Perhaps, it was just Hector having looked at him so much that he had learnt some of his enigmas.
Even just the way he was waiting for him to say something, the genuine interest in his words and what he had to say, the utter patience and care he had shown him for the whole day and on many other different occasions... those were all things that not everybody were gifted to experience, with Robert.
The way his stare was attentive, his eyes well open and ready for anything, his stance seemingly relaxed but with his hands opening and closing on the island's surface. Those were the tells of someone who had experienced rejection and sufferance so many times that was now constantly waiting for it.
It made Hector's blood boil, though, because he had worked so hard to not make Robert doubt him. Yes, alright, he had a crush on that guy. But before everything else, always before anything else, they were friends. And true friends never fucking get bored of each other - at the very least, if anything, Hector surely wouldn't be. How could he if every fucking time they go out, they have a new adventure?
"If I isolated so much it's because I didn't want to show how much a pathetic loser I am."
"But you aren't." Robert's answer had been so immediate that it made him smile.
"I am. And I'm not. Right now, I feel like a big ass failure, Robert." He had assumed Robert's position, his elbows leaning on the kitchen island, and he used the position to hide his face in his crossed forearms. Robert flicked him on the head.
"You really, really aren't." Hector raised his head enough to look at his older friend, putting his chin on his closed fist.
"I didn't know that not answering your texts would have freaked you out." Robert exhaled from the nostrils.
"You usually answer extremely fast. And yes, I did notice that you changed the topic." Hector just went to take a chair near his table and sit, his back was starting to hurt. Robert followed the same procedure, sitting on his left. Hector was almost waiting for a comment, but Robert just resumed from where he had left.
"I was starting to get worried until I saw you two days ago coming home in the middle of the night." Hector recalled the half-thought of booking a hotel close to the airport and then quickly rejecting the idea: he knew his blue moon was coming and it had been best to come back home.
"I..." It wasn't that he stopped abruptly, more Rober's evident hesitance that surprised him. Hector raised an eyebrow, leaning towards Robert, interested.
"You...?"
"I saw a cops' car following you, so I thought you'd sold your soul to those dogs." Alright, sure. It was 5 am in the morning, in fucking December, his car was the only one around.
"I respect your choices, but cops, Hec? Cops?"
"What can I say? My mouth is so out of this world that it's illegal. They wanted to arrest me."
"Why are you free, then?"
"What do you think?" A malicious smile popped up on Hector's face, exaggerating a flirty wink. Robert chuckled, running a hand through his thick hair. It always seemed so soft.
"What the fuck were you doing up at that hour?" suddenly asked Hector, once his brain went through with that information.
"What the fuck were you doing up at that hour?" repeated Robert, parroting him in a very high-pitched voice (well, for what he was able to). It wasn't a nice sound.
"I was worried, dumbass. I told you already."
"You have been awake the whole night?" Shit, Hector was starting to feel bad. It was just surprising to him that Robert, someone who once answered one of his texts a whole week later, would be so keen and attentive to them in this case.
A slight blush coloured Robert's cheeks.
"If it makes you feel better, I went to sleep right after that."
"You were reassured of my well-being?" Hector grinned, as if to take lightheartedly fun of Robert, but the truth was that he was touched.
"No, I was angry."
Robert turned his head to the side, hiding from holding any eye contact, concealing the gesture by stroking the back of his head.
"You were angry?" repeated Hector, furrowing his brows. Had he skipped a few steps in their conversation? What was going on?
"Robert?" called the younger man, starting to lose his patience.
"I, um... if I tell you, you have to promise not to laugh."
Oh, this is gonna be juicy.
"I'll do my best" said innocently the curly-haired man.
"Hector."
"Alright, alright. Scout's honour that I won't laugh, now tell me." He had never been a scout and Robert knew. He gained a very arched eyebrow and a disappointed head shake, but Robert took a big breath anyways.
"I... I... I-fuck, no, I can't do it." He hit the table with his fist, without any real force, but making the surface shake nevertheless. He got up and started pacing around.
"C'mon, dude! I promise, I promise I will not laugh." Robert suddenly halted and looked at him.
"If you do laugh, I will strangle you."
Please do.
"I won't. Now, for fuck's sake, speak." Robert put his hands in the pocket of the black jeans he was wearing and raised his shoulders to his chin.
"I thought..." he didn't finish his sentence. Hector gave an encouraging nod, even if not with the kindest intentions.
"I thought you had gone out with other people, and you'd just come back home." Robert's words were met by absolute silence. Now that he had said it, he slowly relaxed and let his shoulders down to their usual height.
Slowly, very slowly, raised his eyes to meet Hector's.
Hector's jaw flinched harder.
"Well. You... are not laughing." Hector leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. He couldn't see his own expression, but Robert felt a chill because of the ice stabbing him through Hector's eyes.
"I'm fucking offended."
"Offended?" repeated Robert, confused.
"Offended."
"Why are you offended?"
"Do you think so little of me?" Hector hadn't meant to sound so hurt, but he was. He started to gesticulate.
"Do you think I could be such a dick to just disappear and hang out with new friends? Puff, just like that." He snapped his fingers to give more emphasis. "And new friends? Where? Who? I'm a fucking loser. It took me almost two years to make you my friend" he said, pointing at him with his extended arm.
"That's not really on you, though. It's more on me" tried Robert, getting closer to the table.
"Whatever. I'm still offended." Robert got close enough to press one hip against the sink, forcing Hector to change his position to face him.
"What was I supposed to do? You weren't answering, I have slept like shit the whole time. You know how I get when I don't sleep well." Oh, he knew very well. "And then you come to this fucking party where you seem like you'd rather sell your soul than come close to m-the people. Thank God Mary was there." She'd tried to move him away from the walls a few times that night, but gave up after a while. At one point she got worried that Hector was going to either throw up on her or pass out because of his scary paleness. It hadn't been easy to convince her not to worry and have fun, yet managed anyways.
"It's not until you basically fly away from the place at a super speed that I start to put 2 and 2 together." Hector had lost his cold stillness while Robert was talking, but it was maybe worse now.
The embarrassment of feeling so out of place was still burning, everything just happened last night after all. Robert's words kind of functioned as a wake-up call: this was serious, wasn't it? His thoughts were there, they weren't going away just because of a nice chat.
"You didn't even take your gifts" mumbled Robert, more to himself than Hector. That actually had been a calculated choice, he could have blamed the headache for it. He wasn't feeling worthy of any gifts, no need to bring them back with him.
Hector just raised one shoulder.
"I'll be like this for a while, Robert" confessed Hector, hunched over himself on the chair, his tone grave. Robert lowered himself till he could reach Hector's level. He was playing with his own hands again.
"Do you still have your therapist's number?" Robert asked, gently placing a hand on his knee. Hector nodded, slowly releasing a long sigh.
"Yes, but he's in my old city. I should just find a new one."
Robert chuckled, squeezing his knee before letting it go and straightening up.
"I could help you with that."
"Will you?" Hector glanced up, defeated. It was as if depression followed him everywhere, only waiting for the right moment for him again. He'd struggled with it in his adolescence, stripped him of his joys in part of his adulthood, and there he was now. 'High-functioning depression' had called it his therapist, then. He got better, worked his ass off for it, and yet...
It was incredibly discouraging to realize he was falling again, to watch his improvements turn into dust.
Was he going to die with this sticky glaze of dismay, or by then he'd become finally happy?
It was alright, though. One of Hector's virtues was resilience, he wouldn't have stopped fighting.
Recovery isn't linear.
Robert smiled and pretended to hold a microphone.
"Besties who go to therapy together..." he began, shoving the non-existent microphone in Hector's face. Since when he had learned what Amanda called them, instead of 'best friends' (mind you, they both asked to repeat three times what the term meant), he had absolutely loved it and hadn't stopped using it for a while. Hector wasn't that surprised that it popped back up now.
"...stay together?" Robert gave a set nod at that. Hector couldn't hide an affectionate smile. Maybe his journey could've been easier this time, perhaps there was a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hector's never been that bright, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise that this had been one of the first times when he truly comprehended how much Robert unequivocally, genuinely treasured him and his well-being.
It was still raining, so Robert stayed awhile. They talked for hours, while also searching for Hector's best option. Both finally updated the other about what happened in the past two weeks. Robert had actually been secretly happy he hadn't picked up any gift because his was still a work in progress - "Damian's fault, not mine." and "No, I won't tell you shit" -.
It got pretty late in the afternoon when Robert eventually decided it was time to leave.
"Dude, before I go..." Hector was going to close the door right in his face, a bit sad, when he stopped his arm just in time.
"Yes?"
"If there is something I can do, don't think twice about asking, alright?" Hector nodded slowly but didn't close his door yet. Robert didn't move.
"You..." It wasn't an easy demand. In all honesty, he wasn't sure he was brave enough to ask for it. Then again, the prospect of being left alone with his thoughts was scarier. When could he get a better chance, anyways?
Robert was still there, waiting.
"You haven't slept well these weeks, right?"
"Right."
Hector had been pretty surprised when Robert shyly admitted it. His sleep schedule hadn't been as bad as Hector's, yet feeling ghosted by your best friend - "Oh, so I am your best friend", "No.", "Too late, I've heard you." - and anxiety about his sudden disappearance were not the best companions to have in the night. Hector was flattered and once again surprised by how much importance his presence held in Robert's life. He had almost wanted to kindly scold him for allowing a loser like him to affect his life, but he didn't have it in him, preferring to apologise for any discomfort he had caused. The guilty, displeasing feeling in his chest was still there. He should have found a way to show how sorry he truly was once he could find the will to leave his house again.
"Do you, maybe - obviously, only if you want to- sleep here tonight? I don't mean in that sense, duh. Hah." Robert's pensive expression blocked him, one of his eyebrows went up and back down. Hector wished to be swallowed whole by the floor.
"But we could... you know, it's not important. Pretend I said nothing." He was going to close the door again when Robert's arm stopped him.
"I was just letting you finish, Hector."
"Oh."
"I'll be here. Do you-", he took a step up, to not be heard, "do you want to invite someone else too?"
"Do you?" The flash of pure terror that crossed Hector's face had been enough. Too soon.
After some small agreements, Robert went back to his house to take his pyjamas and a change, bringing some food and snacks. Hector, on his part, changed his sheets, cleaned his bedroom the most he could and took a quick shower, only allowing his mind to think about what kind of food they could order later.
They just had the time to eat something and watch Shrek 2 before Hector fell asleep. Again, on Robert's shoulder. He had kindly woken him up, like a parent to his child, following him to his bedroom.
"Stay" had asked Hector, once his head hit the comfy pillow, more a murmur than anything in his sleepy state, after Robert had started to turn around to go back on the couch. He rubbed his cheek against the soft cotton.
"If you want to" he then quickly added, a bit more awake. He forced the fog of sleep out of his eyes. It was so dark around them that Hector could only make out Robert's silhouette.
"Your back won't survive the night if you sleep there." It wasn't a lie.
"Here." He took one of the decorative pillows he had moved aside and placed it in the middle of the mattress.
"This could be our divider" he offered. Hector was aware of his light tendency of moving around, while Robert had told many times he did not like being touched while he was sleeping.
That seemed to do the trick because Robert, huffing, got closer to the bed, muttering something under his breath that Hector didn't grasp. Hector heard the ruffle of the bed sheets moving and sensed a familiar weight gently sink beside him. Robert shifted a bit, searching for a good position.
Hector was so tired that he didn't even have it in him to worry about whatever anymore. If anything, feeling the mattress sag under another body was way more soothing than Hector would have thought. It shouldn't have been that surprising.
"Hector?" called some seconds later a weary, deep voice, so low that Hector doubted for a second if he had actually said something or if it had been his imagination.
"Yes?"
"If your wife isn't proud of you, she can come to me in my dreams and fight me."
"Dude..." Hector fucking chortled at that, too surprised and exhausted to really react. "You can't just say that."
"Why not? I could easily argue with a ghost." Hector didn't stop laughing. The motion, though, made Robert shift a bit farther.
"And if you're losing, will your wife come to help you?"
"Nah. I don't know. Maybe if she's bored."
Silence appeared to finally rule, but another voice hesitantly took its place.
"Robert?"
"Mh."
"Thank you for hypothetically defending my honour."
"You're welcome."
#robert dream daddy#robert small/dadsona#robert small x dadsona#dream daddy#dream daddy: a dad dating simulator#robert small
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Frostbyte and Scorch Lore Post!
(Below the cut so it doesn't take forever to scroll. Includes drawings)
I'll start with info dumping about them together:
Scorch and Frostbyte named themselves after the way they died (also they're around the same age, both died in their 20's)
Not only do they both feel their respective temperatures, but their temperatures can be felt by others if they are close enough in proximity (for example, if you sat next to Frostbyte, you'd feel cold)
Since their respective temperatures are extremes, when the two of them are close to each other (or make physical contact), they actually bring relief to one another and balance out their temperatures. Imagine: Frostbyte is always miserably cold, so getting hugged by Scorch would finally allow them to feel warmth. Or the other way around: Scorch feels like he's always burning, so Frostbyte being able to tame his flames is a huge relief. They are able to ease each other's suffering
They do have some shared abilities, since they are both ghosts: living individuals can't see them unless they want people to, both can phase through walls, both can be corporeal or incorporeal by choice (so yes, they can interact with physical objects)
They can eat, but don't need to. (Scorch is upset that he can't have ice cream, because it always melts before he can eat it, and Frostbyte has a hard time enjoying things like hot chocolate since it's no longer hot by the time it gets to him lol)
They actually become really good friends over time. (They are polar opposites in some cases, but they have a lot of similarities as well)
They do hauntings together for fun sometimes (and maybe a little bit of petty revenge here and there)
***Okay, now individual segments, starting with Frostbyte:***
Frostbyte is non-binary, using he/they pronouns
They're a selective mute, always have been, even before he died
Frostbyte is both very lonely and has trust issues at the same time. Emotional bonds are hard.
Freezing to death alone on a mountain is bad enough, but to make it worse, it was originally supposed to be a fun trip with friends. They went to a log cabin with a few Buddies, and decided to go on a small hike. He did not return from the hike, as I'm sure you know.
For a while after he died, Frostbyte stayed on the mountain. Their soul is not trapped / bound to the mountain, but they don't know what to do or where to go. He feels that since none of his friends found him before he died, or at all, they probably don't care, so what's the point?
He lost his eye not too long before dying.
Though they don't speak much, when they do, their voice sounds quiet, weak, and distant.
Frostbyte eventually encounters a woman named "Sasha" hiking on the mountain. He expects her to be afraid of him, but she has little to no reaction other than slight startelement and curiosity. She's already encountered a ghost before, who's basically her roommate. She actually invites Frostbyte to stay at her home as well. Two ghost roomies! (Guess who the other one is)
Here's Frostbyte and Sasha:
***Scorch's turn!***
Scorch was burned alive, y'all know that by now. But you may be wondering how that happened. After all, fire does come from a variety of sources, forest fires, electrical fires, car crashes, gender reveal parties hosted by crazy people- there are multiple possibilities! Well, sadly for Scorch, he died in a house fire.
He woke up in his burning apartment, trapped by debris.
The cause of the fire? His now ex-girlfriend. He doesn't fully know that at first
When Sasha finds out, she tries to break the news to him, but he's in real deep denial for a while. He just doesn't want to believe that someone he trusted so much would do something like that to him. He's always been very social and friendly and he tends to be a bit overly trusting.
When realization finally sets in… he doesn't take it well, to say the least.
His voice terrifies a lot of people. (I wish I had audio for this, but I don't so I'll just have to describe it to the best of my abilities.) His voice is very raspy and scratchy. It doesn't help that sometimes he'll stay invisible to people but start talking just to fuck with them.
Sasha is his adopted older cousin (also she's trans, cuz I said so)
That's all I can think of for now that isn't just straight-up spoiling a potential future comic. Of course this is early development stage for these characters, things are subject to change. But overall these are the basics. I'll probably elaborate on Sasha another time when I have a better idea for her character. I do have some ideas though!
Thanks for letting me rant about my OCs y'all! I'll make more info dump posts soon. If I remember correctly, Dr Damus won 2nd/3rd place, so he should be next.
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Hope you feel better soon! Is there any way we can help you feel a little more appreciated? You're really great, promise, and deserve all the love X
(referencing this post)
Hey Nonny *hugs*
Thank you kindly <3 Unfortunately, the real life work situation is a "waiting game" right now, so not much anyone can help me with in that regard, unless someone wants to hire me for art commissions or graphic design work, heh. I am a freelancer, I just don't advertise that here since I think very little of myself.
The brain issues, working through it with my therapist. I see her again on Monday, but sadly my insurance only covers twelve sessions for the whole year, so... I'm getting close to that threshold, so I might see if anyone is interested in commissioning me for something so I can make SOME of that money back, or maybe, if no one is opposed to it, turning on the "Tips" feature on my fic rec and meta posts since those are the ones I put a lot of time and effort into. I just never turned it on because I didn't want people to think ill of me. I've been in a bit of a financial bind since my summer holidays... I REALLY needed it, and I don't regret spending the money I did to DO it, but sadly my car ALSO decided it needed 1K in repairs right after that trip, so while it's debt I CAN afford to pay back eventually, I guess I'm just stressed because I'm in a job-limbo right now WHILE I've got that debt, and it's stressing me out. On a 60 day work notice, so I'm still employed just have to get my new contract.
Blog wise – and maybe this is just something I'm not being notified by Tumblr on, which is highly probable since I don't seem to get notified when I'm tagged – reblog my posts if y'all like them... I know a lot of y'all come from an "algorithm" generation, so something y'all might not know is that Tumblr really doesn't have that, so the only way I get any notice on my stuff is if y'all reblog or promote my stuff around. And I KNOW it gets shared around on other sites (I was told once they found me from a FaceBook post... *shrugs*), but screen caps of my blog only gets ya so far, ya know?
Anyway, don't mind me. This brain thing of mine happens occasionally, and I am just cycling through all my therapist's techniques to try to cope and none of them are working, so it's just making me more anxious. A hot chocolate and a proper sleep might help. I'll keep y'all posted.
Cheers for your kindness and care, lovely. It's very appreciated.
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A/N: FLUFFY! LET'S GO!💙💜💙💜
Aymeric
Y'all are classy so you have a glass of wine
or two
you take a dip in the bath since it's relaxing
not to mention it's loosen your tense muscles
honestly eating by candlelight is both romantic and comforting
every so often do the two of you put on music, put on your best attire and dance in the middle of the sitting room
Erenville
Both of you like to learn things together
and you can easily do that in your own home
you know how to crochet, so you teach him
he listens to your instructions and eventually over time, he creates a beautiful blanket
and he's good at gardening, so he teaches you about all of his plants and how to tend to them
there's lots of veggies and herbs
he's even made a little section in the garden for whatever you want to plant
you both use the blanket on colder days
and the veggies, spices, and herbs come in hand for cooking and medicine
absolutely will make a scrapbook together
he would play something on his hand-crafted guitar or ukulele (or some other instrument)
G'raha Tia
Cuddles are a must
You tease each other constantly
chasing each other around the house
there's always a lot of laughs
and kisses
sometimes you cook together but that always ends up as some mess
someone decided it would be fun to throw things
and the other just retaliated
but honestly when he's cooking, you like to give him a back hug
Haurchefant
Drinking hot chocolate
you both cuddle together under a big warm blanket
if you had a baby on the way, you'd take lots of time deciding what it would look like
both you would try to put the furniture together
it would be quite the experience
you would easily put something together where he would struggle
and when you decide to paint a little room, you both end up painting each other instead of the wall
"Let's paint the whole house!"
"Let's. It needed a change anyways."
Y'shtola
Snuggles near the fire sounds nice
especially with a good book or two
there's so many in your home
but they're all in their proper places
usually
you two often try different teas and wine together
you especially like to play the occasional card game or chess or something that will stimulate the brain
if you're both feeling creative, you two would try to do some painting together
#ffxiv#y'shtola x reader#erenville x reader#g'raha tia x reader#aymeric x reader#y'shtola rhul#g'raha tia#erenville#aymeric de borel#haurchefant x reader#haurchefant greystone
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Okie dokie friends, here's my twd holiday head cannons, these are gonna be mostly based in season 11 but because I live the fun world of denial, Carl Grimes is still alive and well,
-Carl tells Judith, RJ, Hershel and Gracie what he remembers about Christmas
-"My mom, dad and I used to go to this tree farm and dad and uncle Shane would cut down the biggest one we could find and we'd take it home and decorate it while drinking hot chocolate and listening to Christmas music"
-the kids get so excited hearing about it they run to the adults
-Judy runs right into the side of Daryl's legs almost knocking him down before asking if he could get them a Christmas tree
-Daryl and Aaron have an inability to say no to their girls so of course they go out bright and early the next day to find the perfect tree
-while they're out Maggie and Rosita show the kids how to make paper snowflakes and look around for some decorations
-Carl tells Judith more about what Christmas was like before the world ended
-he tells her about snowball fights with Rick and uncle Shane
-and how Rick would lift him up to put the star on the tree
-Carl still believes in Santa because how is he supposed to know otherwise
-Judy asks if Santa's a walker
-and Carl explains to the kiddos that Santa is magical and the only reason he hasn't delivered presents to Alexandria is because they haven't sent any letters
-which leads to the kids running around Alexandria yelling to Santa about where they are
-Daryl and Aaron get back and almost drop the tree they found laughing at the kids
-the tree is taller than Aaron
-they decorate everything with what they found and the paper snowflakes they made
-when all of the decorations are up they of course have a snowball fight. Jerry basically just starts throwing the kids into the deep snow near the end of it
-Carol makes everybody tea to warm them up, saying something about wishing they had chocolate and milk to make some real hot chocolate
-Connie and Kelly teach the kids how to sign 'Merry Christmas' and they sign/sing through 'Rudolph the red nose reindeer'
-Gracie finds a red ball and tries to put it on dogs nose to make him rudolph
-later on Carl finds Judith hiding and crying a bit and asks what's wrong
-"I just, I miss mom and dad and I wish they were here, you said Christmas was about family"
-"well I'm not them but I'm here and I'm not going anywhere"
-and they hug (I need older Judith and Carl to hug they'd be the best sibling duo)
-Daryl follows dog and finds them and they have a little family hug. (side note do y'all ever think about how much of a dad Daryl is to Judy? I mean he was one of the first people to feed her, he named her, temporarily, he's there whenever she's sad or needs encouragement. Like what a dad)
This last one is more just for fun than the rest, (there's no apocalypse and all our faves are alive AND happy)
-Group family Christmas dinner, everybody is at a big table, they're all sat together in their little families along the table. Like the scene from 7x01 except everyone we love from seasons 1-11 is there happy and sharing food.
Tara and Denise get caught under some mistletoe and Daryl whoops when he sees Denise awkwardly look around before kissing Tara, who just grins cheekily and kisses Denise again.
@ohmydeputywalsh this one's just for you, All the kids take turns putting the star on the tree and Shane puts Judith on his shoulders so she can reach
#twd#the walking dead#carl grimes#daryl dixon#maggie rhee#judith grimes#feel free to add on#long post
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𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫!! - 𝐂𝐨𝐩! 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐗 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐏.𝐭 1
WARNING: Guns, some Yanderish themes (Oikawa is protective of Bara-arms), Blood, Drug dealing delivery, 🔞triggering sexual content 🔞, Angst, Fluff?, Slight!IwaOi, Mentions of past humiliation & trauma (high-school bullying)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
This is my first time writing btw. Happy Reading! if not the exit is over there 👉🚪.
Papers sprawled all over the desk, strings attached each other to another. A loud sip from the bulky man and a paper flip to side then eyes rose up to the photo of you grinning like a mischievous fox with red lips and taunting eyes screaming "CATCH ME IF YOU DARE," vibe Hajime grit his teeth glaring at your dirty face.
L/n Y/n, also know as the dark phoenix, Japan's most notorious drug dealing, homicide, and man-woman torturer and murderer in the whole country.
Everyone fears you.
Everyone obey at you.
Everyone believes you are the end.
Everything they think, you were responsible of all of this.
"Iwa-chan! Chief wants you to-..." Tooru spokes but was stopped by the sound of Iwaizumi's chair screech. He stood up, shadow loom under his gaze as he walks out the door.
"Wait! Iwa-chan I was supposed to...!
SLAM!
Inform you, " he finished, his lips turned downwards at the cold room, his chocolate eyes scanned every detail of the room then stopped to your portrait of your scary taunting face.
"Thanks a lot, Y/n-chan... But I didn't know you were into kind of... mess, " he smiles sadly, tracing his fingers at your photo. Lips tighten softly at the flashback, of yourself and the other 3rd years. How ironic to see your sweet, sweet smile in the memories compare to your now scary one.
"But I'm not letting you hurt Iwa-chan...That's a promise!,"
He points at your portait, eyes of determination and protection to swearing to blood to bone of himself not want his childhood friend be hurt. He turned away as long he lives
He will never let Hajime's life on the line.
Blood splatter, and small packet of white powder in the sachet all over the floor. Blowing your gun, hot steam coming out of the hole. Soft red lips upturned wickedly, your loyal subordinates gathers the small plastic packets inside the black bag.
"Bring it on the trunk immediately," You grinned as they nodded, immediately running towards your car.
Although, all happiness and rainbows has to ended when your car exploded and a familiar gunfire break a loose killing at off your men in sight.
"Oh dear... here we go again," You giggled then smirked, eyes delighted to see the man, who is obsessed of you being arrested.
How cute! 💕
"DARK PHOENIX!!!," Hajime yelled, eyes filled with fury and justice glaring at your calm figure. His teeth angrily clench pointing his gun at you.
"What a pleasant surprise!... I never thought you were such a party pooper, Iwaizumi-san! I'm absolutely...hurt," you pouted furrowing your brows playfully at him, to which he just flinch remembering a memory, looking down at the thought.
But you took this opportunity to snatched the gun off of his Iron grip by sitting on his shoulder then do some acrobatics before jumping off his broad shoulders then before jumping back then throw him on the ground with a headlock.
"You know it was all good~ back in the day! My mom always taught me to take care of what mess it was...And that was me she was talking about, "
He grunt, trying to wiggling his way out of your grasped but no avail the tightness is stronger than he expected. You giggled when you heard him yelped.
“Let ME go this is instant! I’m gonna make sure you’re gonna rot in prison!,”
He shouted, throwing his saliva right at your face at each sentence he threat for you. But you only grinned, eyes in mischief and raising a brow at him.
“Oh please~ Cry me a river! Your the cop here aren’t you gonna do it but instead you’re just laying under me...shame on you Iwaizumi-san,”
Silence ... You saw how he looks down and saw sorrow at his face, seemingly remembers something, you hummed a growing smile on your soft lips.
“Ne, Iwazumi-san Do you remember the day Oikawa-san humiliate me?,”
He snaps out his trace, then looks at you eyes as larger as the china wares.
“You didn’t help me back then, instead you let him do what he did to me,”
Rains started to pour, as the steaming car slowly deflates it’s flame little by little by an hours. Hajime’s heart dropped at the statement.
Yes, It’s true he did only watched.
He just...didn’t know
He didn’t know what to do If he did help you back then.
Because of a certains rumors that you seduce your father, your uncle, other male students in any campus. That’s what Oikawa made up, He thought realising it.
You rejected Tooru because you view him as a brother only and nothing more.
“Isn’t because of Oikawa...was it?,”
“All of that wasn’t true SHUT UP!!,”
Unrealising you let him go and back yourself away from him, giving Hajime to sit up then slowly stood. He saw suprising seeing you hitting your head, slapping and punching your head. Snot and tears and all, pulling your hair out, heavily breathing then whimper and cries. Hajime was about to approach you giving the comfort you deserve, you deserve long time ago that he was going to give if he helped you.
But being a fucked out mentally ill you are, Throwing your head back flash of lightning. Red eyes and nose all bloodshot. Wet Hair stuck on your face.
“FUCK THEM ALL FOR BEING NAIVE ASS BITCH THEY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME!!,”
“Y/n I-,”
All of the sudden a hooded man engulf you in an embrace then took you, jumping in each delivering cubes. But before he left, he shot Iwaizumi by the calf making him grunt then kneel down to hold where the shot is.
“IWA-CHAN!,”
Oikawa runs afront of him, and by anger he tried firing his bullet back at the hooded man but failed when he fired back to disarm him then fled at the scene.
“That bitch had company I see... Iwa-chan are you alright,”
After the rage diminished into concern laced tone, he pulled Iwaizumi up throwing his arm over his shoulder. Gazing in greater concern at him.
Or Love, so to speak.
“Everything will be all right, Iwa-chan I already called back-up,”
Hajime grunt, he unlatch himself off Oikawa suprise at the action he give, he stumbled and winced but he then glared at Oikawa.
His heart ache’d at the facial expression, shattering to him into pieces.
“Get off me I can take care of myself, I’m not some type of baby being taken care of,” He explains, he took a second to look where you feld and the hooded man went, A breath escape his lips and just stumble ahead.
when the back-up came, they help him guide back inside the ambulance.
“I told you I can take care of myself! Lay off!!,”
“Japan needed you Iwaizumi-san...So you’ll be needing our guidance for now,” The medic discipline and explains The Cop as he guided Hajime at the back of the ambulance.
He click his tongue before the paramedics lift him up in ease onto the ambulance.
Oikawa on the other hand, chocolate-colored eyes darkens at the moment of Hajime's pained expression when he taken the bullet that strike his calf.
And the sorrowfulness of his face when he was about to hug you.
His staring directly at your self-hate state as if he was that main guy at a certain love story, but a fucked up one.
He wanted to comfort you so badly that he might forget you'll stab him by the back. He grit his teeth, his knuckles turning white at point of view of your being.
But first he had to make sure you will be torture to hell where you belong.
"Oikawa-senpai! Is everything is going to be alright?"
A turnip head guy pops out, eye'ing in concern at the ambulance where Iwaizumi resides in, left the scene. Tooru took a deep breath, as he face his youngest colleague with that well-covered smile.
"It's alright! There's no need to worry! Cause' He will have the greatest care in the hospital... For awhile I think"
"Oikawa-senpai... Your palms are bleeding"
Kunimi pointed out, staring boredly at the fresh wound that have his blood run down his fingers to his knuckles.
He hadn't realise in mad anger, he clawed his palm so bad at the thought of you gonna ruining Iwaizumi's life.
"Ahhh! My hand slipped in the strawberry jam! My bad hehe"
(；^ 3^）✌️even though it was rather darker than the sweet jam itself, Kunimi could tell it was a lie. He could tell the deep nail marks on his palm and blood mixing under his nails too.
"Uh... Okay I guess..." He pretend to buy it, much of Oikawa's satisfaction.
"Okay back to work! We need to investigate this piece of shit of a burning car!" He grin happily as he skipped towards the steaming car, not caring about the rain pouring down.
Hope you rot in hell Y/n dearest or else one touch on Iwa-chan and you are gone he thought with a deep frown thinking about you makes Oikawa sick upon his stomach but hopefully that one day, you'll be captured and rot in jail.
Or maybe suffer in death sentence because of the multiple crimes you make.
Hope you suffer He thought with sadistic grin.
-End P. T 1-
That was not I expected, but judge all you want all because of the grammar I've been working is still under- construction and I've been using writing stuff like this because of a certain mental stability I've got... Not all that set aside. Thank y'all for reading don't forget to leave a heart or not because due to my ungrateful grammar that make you sick... I'm sorry about that and I apologies for being born... Is all
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#iwaizumi x y/n#slight iwaoi#first writing#haikyuu x reader#iwaizumi hajime#x reader#criminalxpoliceau!#Minors don't interact#blood#imnervousethisismyfirsteverwritinghereintumblr#skskskksks#yandere oikawa
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episode 211 let's go
ok first of all, this is the second to last episode guys... I don't even wanna think about how much pain I'll be in after next week's episode
mr mazzara doing the recap-
this is so weird to me and I don't know why
WHY DIDN'T YALL JUST ASK BENJAMIN FOR HELP, THATS LITERALLY HIS THING
is Nini giving out the cards a callback to season 1 when Natalie Bagley said that Nini gave her a card or something on opening night of another musical?
STEPHY AS THE ENCHANTRESS OMG YES
Ricky in the crown gives me Harry styles in that photoshoot vibes
he's so pretty.
ok but why did we never see Ricky and Ashlyn interact before? it's been like 5 seconds and I already love how they bounce off each other and it's just so natural
OH THEY REALLY DON'T HAVE ANY UNDERSTUDIES-
well that explains a lot...
so Ricky fell on top of Ashlyn and all that broke for both of them was their wrist-
insert Jake Peralta *coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcool no doubt no doubt no doubt*
of course howie was amazing as the beast, were we expecting anything less??
Ricky is so beautiful and I will not shut up about it....
let me enjoy this before the makeup crew slaps mud on his face.
Nini and Ricky talking to eachother? in a civil manner? wasn't she avoiding him just in the last episode? hm ok
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH THEY CANT EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS JUST LIKE ME HAHAHAHAHA THIS IS HILARIOUS, WHATS NEXT? THEY CUT EVERYONE OFF CUZ THEY CANT HANDLE EMOTIONS? ...ha
yes Kaden and Rico, my favourite east high boys 🥰
I mean....where's EJ?
THERE HE IS
EJ AND GINA IN THE BACKGROUND... doing something idek
KOURTNEY'S MOM IS BACK YAY
Howie is a shining star, ofc ofc
the smallest fOrk
can't wait to see the fork burst into song about how she deserves more than to be used to eat salad😌
the duster and the bluster.... ok😃
hi Gina!
hi- oh wow I didn't know Robbie Rotten was in this show!!!!!
the portwell look.
that my friends, is a married couple's look✋
GOSH EJ WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU
aww Gina's so excited for this
D word?
Die?
Delicious?
Dom Toretto?
"good, clean fun all alone with someone I dig...a lot"
sir that does not sound very clean to me
SEBLOS
Seb looks so cute standing there next to pope Carlos
DID THEYEY REALLY LIGHT ANTOINE ON FIRE-
I NEED TO SEE THAT
Seb's reading Carlos better than big red read the script in episode 102, this is great development after the "fight"
Kourtney really just made the best outfit for herself and let the rest of them suffer
the way Gina immediately goes to hold on to EJ after the announcement
"tonight we're going to put the U in UTAH"
...
"hey where are you from?"
"TAH"
SEB'S SINGULAR CLAP KILLED ME-
he's officially salt lake city's resident thanos
just wity clapping because for some reason I have a feeling he doesn't know how to snap his fingers...don't ask why
Ms Jenn do you mind encouraging your leads before the show? idk just an idea
pepto bismol product placement smhsmh
those flowers are bigger that big red himself-
*bops along to the opening theme*
that whistle at the end slaps everytime
WHY IS THE AUDIENCE SO MASSIVE
I guess they're all here to see Ms Jenn go on as a fork after Nini decides to *go her own way*
wow i am so funny
so they couldn't do many group scenes cuz of covid, but this 300 person crowd is cool? nice
OO THE VIOLIN GIRL FROM EPISODE 6 IS IN THE ORCHESTRA
HOWIEEEEEE
"Mr Caswell", he said, in the loudest voice possible while backstage at a show that's about to start.
Mazzara what are you trying to pull-
I usually like Benjamin but I don't like his tone
"iS yOuR wHoLe FaMiLy HeRe?" LIKE YOU DON'T ALREADY KNOW THATS A SOFT SPOT FOR EJ
"we've had some good conversations these past few weeks"
right so what's going to happen after you graduate?
what does he think of you not going to Duke?
what did he say about you giving the sweatshirt that's been in the family for 3 generations to a girl you're not even dating?
good old Mr. M
therapist Mr. Mazzara, they all need it.
start with Ricky though.
"Michael Bowen"
dude why did you shave, now you look less like "hot lumberjack" and more "creep at the gas station"
OH-
does she not like Mike anymore?
why does it sound like jennzzara started dating and now they just sit back and talk smack about everyone in their freetime
break the fourth wall-
uhhhh im scared
why am I scared
he's scary
hehe flowers for Ricky, obviously for Ricky, ObViOuSLY
oh boy poor Michael
this man is in love, rip
why does Ms Jenn always look at people with her eyes open so wide
LILYYYY
I'm only excited because I really like the idea of lily and Ricky being friends, nothing more.
ha this guy's got jokes
a MOAT AROUND THE SCHOOL
wheeze
also he's very pretty.
"the wolves and very talented humans"
how dare he forget to mention the very talented wolves and normal humans, smh erasure
"being nice, what a concept" ted talk by Lily who still doesn't have a last name
did she just say lol out loud
same with the hug emoji last episode-
go touch some grass babes
the way he didn't say no, but said he didn't know how the east high kids would react-
not saying he does want to date her but that's an interesting thing to think about, also another thing to write an essay analysis on just to leave it in my drafts for a few months
awww lily genuinely trying to help him
sorry guys, I've been taken by the Lily charm (didn't know it existed until now but oh well)
REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I'LL NEVER SHIP PORTWELL?
just look at me now
the Lily wink I can't she's so cute-
HELP ME I'M BEING HELD HOSTAGE BY LIL-
David Attenborough?
oh nvm it's Benjamin narrating the show in a really weird British accent for some reason.
STEPHY GOT MORE LINES YAY GOOD FOR HER
also is this to show that Nini doesn't care about being the star of the show anymore? the way she's supporting everyone else even though she's a fork?
I would pay for a special of the full musical ngl
OOO THE TRANSFORMATION WAS SMOOTH
shockingly
yo where did the makeup come from
man I wish I was a theatre kid
THIS IS STEPHY'S EPISODE NOW IDC✋
my girl is starring
"needs an X-factor"
Simon Cowbell creeps in
"it's a yes from me"
and them boom, he takes Nini and mistreats her horribly and then she comes back to theatre after deciding music isn't for her👍
"I thought she just hog-tied him?"
don't ask sebby, it's better if you don't know.
imagine they spotlight the wrong person and this dude is just some random person that likes writing down stuff during shows.
Ms Jenn just let them do what they rehearsed (at some point we never saw) or else this is gonna end horribly wrong
"help"
same Carlos, same
I love how seb is just his translator rn
I thought he said "great displeasure" instead of "greatest pleasure"....help?
big red coming out from throwing up to see his girlfriend star is the cutest thing in this show.
Ash and Gina dancing is so fun
I'm imagining them practicing at night at their home, watching the movie for the 100th time and making sure their one dance together is perfect
KOURTNEY YES
HOWIE IS IN LOVE AHHHH
I LOVE HOWIE SO MUCH
SEBBY
THIS SCENE HAS SO MUCH GOING ON I CAN'T KEEP UP
THIS IS SO GOOD
HOW???
no because I'm actually crying
I'm dead serious.
we need this musical released as a special
big red is so proud and I love to see it
Natalie: "if you do not by at least 20 dollars in concessions, you do not support art"
rando in the audience: "but I pay for ad free Spotify"
Mr Mazzara clapping in the distance
Gigi, the guy you like is talking to you, complimenting you and hyping you up
YOU LUCKY LITTLE FEATHER DUSTER
aw EJ teasing her about the chocolates in a way that doesn't make her feel bad? take notes Richard
JORDAN FISHER
there is no rest of the show idc Jordan is it for me
THE WIG CAP ON RICKY OMG
they look like they're high and having "deep" conversations on the floor
THE MEAN GIRL WITH THE EYES-
@sunshine-julie-molina YOU HEAR THAT
Natalie really just be coming for them all
Howie what is happening rn
I'm scared
"did you enjoy it"
"very much"
dude wants a kiss so bad
ASHLYN OMG
NO DON'T DO IT BECAUSE OF LILY, PUT YOUR OWN TWIST ON IT
I want a Jordan autograph please
just keep swim- oh pushing...
Gina is literally a giant next to him and I live for it
am I about to cry for the 3rd time in this episode?
yes.
Ricky's leg kicks under the table makes me so happy aw
the portwell glances will kill me.
ah yes, mashed potato snow
Mr. M.... I'm not a theatre kid but even I know you can't have your phone on backstage.
Howie please just do it
CHIP'S BIG LINE I CANT
I LITERALLY HAD TO PAUSE IT AMD SCREAM INTO MY MASK FOR A SOLID 2 MINUTES (I'm not at home rn) HES SO CUTE
oh ok bye Jordan
oo tea
NOT HIM BEING STARSTRUCK BECAUSE HE'S MEETING HIS FUTURE BROTHER IN LAW-
"we're all just glad Gigi has a big brother figure in her life"
excuse me for a few thousand hours while I laugh hysterically
THE CAMERA ZOOM ON EJS FACE AND EVERYTHING-
STOP EJ LOOKS LIKE HE'S GONNA CRY BUT I CAN'T TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY WITH THE STAGE MAKE-UP
someone else said this already but I think it's hilarious that they had to bring in 2 guest characters to create some portwell angst
omg this really is Cici's episode, found family is their thing
elevator music lol
I'm gonna bet that big red took the harness for his surprise for Ashlyn without realising what it was
did Ms. Jenn just....tell her most mentally unstable student....to commit suicide....on a disney show...was that....I'm very....well....what the actual-
oh and there she goes running off instead of trying to make it right
oh wow Nini's the hero, she's gonna save the show 🤩
😐
the judge is doing a sudoku
honestly if I went to the hsm show as well, I'd come prepared for this one too
Lily why are you looking like that-
I WAS JUST STARTING TO LIKE YOU DON'T MESS THIS UP
wow ok, there goes that.
omg
what if Howie was acting weird because he knew what Lily did and wanted to tell Kourtbut Lily threatened him so he was scared to-
anyways see y'all clowns next week when we all simultaneously lose all motivation for the week without Fridays to look forward to.
#hsmtmts#hsmtmts s2#hsmtmts season 2#hsmtmts spoilers#ej caswell#gina porter#ricky bowen#nini salazar roberts#seb mathew smith#carlos rodriguez#big red#ashlyn caswell#kourtney greene#howie my pizza king#lily hsmtmts
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hello hello mod shuichi! thanks for answering my earlier question :)
so here is a request for you mod shuichi!
i was wondering if i could get headcannons for tendou, sugawara and kageyama with an s/o who likes to spontaneously take them out for dates doing random things. like s/o needs to go to target to get something? boom target date-
thank you <3
It was no problem anon, thanks for the request. First Haikyuu request, I'm pumped. The request was very fun by the way, thanks for requesting!
–Mod Shuichi
Tendou Satori, Sugawara Koushi, Kageyama Tobio going on a spontaneous date, courtesy of their S/O
Tendou Satori💜
💜 Mans was ready. I don't know how he does it, but he was ready to leave as soon as the word "date" left your mouth.
💜 Y'all were going thrift shopping as a date? He was pumped, stoked, excited, you name it.
💜 Apart from the presentable clothes you got, you also decided to make a fashion show. You choose a theme and then present an outfit following said theme.
💜 Y'all came up with the wackiest outfits and got a huge ego boost when the other praised you.
💜 Y'all also played a guessing game. You would hold up some clothing options and he would guess which one you would choose.
💜 You were dumb enough to bet money on it and you ended up being broke. Was that all part of your plan to get him to pay for you, yes. Did you succeed, yes because you got him wrapped around your finger.
💜 You probably ended up with a whole new wardrobe, lucky you.
💜 The next step was, naturally, food. So here you were at the food court sharing a milkshake like in the movies. If he took a picture, let him be you looked adorable.
💜 It was pretty early in the day still, so what better way to continue than to ogle at the sales for a while.
💜 Stay with me here, this man could entertain you in the most boring of circumstances. And that he did. As a thank you for loving him, he bought you merch from your favourite show.
💜 Y'all recreated the spiderman meme here because you also got him something. You got him a figurine of the main character of the manga we has currently reading as well as a tube of chocolate ice-cream.
💜 You knew about his insecurities and being called a monster his whole life, so you explained that he was more like the main character, the hero of the story; someone worthy of love.
💜 He cried, in the middle of the mall but he cried. He just loves you so much and then you pull this shit and,,, ugh, how dare you be so thoughtful he wants to hug you.
💜 Brags about it to his teammates basically all the time, "Oh yeah Semi-Semi, well did your S/O get you a figuring symbolizing how they don't view you as a monster? Yeah didn't think so." No shame, no shame at all.
💜 You parted ways with a hug and a kiss…and a plethora of photos of the experience that he took even though y'all looked silly, the perfect way to end your date <3
Sugawara Koushi🧡
🧡 Caught off guard but very excited when you announced y'all were going on a date.
🧡 Screw whatever he had been doing previously, y'all were going on a date to target. Hell yeah.
🧡 In his mind, any time spend with you is a good time, plus it's target, he can buy whatever he needs and spend time with you, double whammy.
🧡 You decided on doing a competition once you were in, whoever got the weirdest thing that reminded them of their lover won…something. You don't know what the price is, but y'all don't care it is all in good fun anyways.
🧡 And so the quest began. Scanning the isles looking for the most random thing that reminded y'all of each other.
🧡 You ended up finding a cloud (are you a god?) and a wine bottle and figured that that was enough (you're jesus). He always acts like both of those things, somehow.
🧡 He ended up choosing a cinnamon roll and a little plastic fire thing. His justification, you were sweet like the cinnamon roll and "you're hot hon, smoking!".
🧡 Y'all had a few laughs and definitely pretended to get offended at what you bought. Overall, it was a fun experience.
🧡 After that, you decided that the fun wasn't over just yet. What better way to continue than to play hide and seek in the clothing section.
🧡 It would be fun, but you got lost in the process and he had to spend a good 20 minutes looking for you. You didn't care, victory was yours.
🧡 He decided that staying there and risking getting lost again was not worth it, so ya'll went on a mini car ride just driving aimlessly for a couple minutes before going home.
🧡 The ride was very fun, but oh did your eardrums suffer. This man was singing (read: screaming) along to whatever song was on the radio, even if it was in a different language. Sugawara: YO TENIA UNA ESPERANZA, EN EL FONDO DE MI ALMA!
🧡 You loved him anyways (and did the same because the song's a bop).
🧡 Y'all ended up at Daichi's place for some reason, and then passed out on his couch (Daichi is seriously questioning if he should kick y'all out but his morals won't let him).
🧡 You ended up cuddling with him on Daichi's couch…not noticing that he ate your cinnamon roll earlier <3
Kageyama Tobio🧡
🧡 Thoroughly confused the moment you burst through the door and announced you two had a date.
🧡 A date? Since when? Did he forget, was there a special occasion, were you planning something?
🧡 "Get ready bubs we're going to the grocery store!"
🧡 A-a grocery store, for a date... Listen he might not be the best at this but a grocery store date doesn't sound like a very entertaining date.
🧡 Did he complain? Well he didn't really have a choice in the matter so no.
🧡 You got there and, of course, made him push you around in the shopping cart while you got the groceries. He'd never admit it but he thought you looked adorable.
🧡 Still confused as to why you chose the grocery store of all places for a date, but hey he was having fun so he can't say anything.
🧡 You bought him some yogurt/milk cartons and his face lit up, it was cute. In return, he bought you some of your favourite snacks and gave you a few kisses for good measure.
🧡 He doesn't know what he's doing, but he's sure this is a step in the right direction.
🧡 Once you're done paying and on your way home, he got an idea.
🧡 You were peacefully chilling in the cart when it started…going faster? What is happening?
🧡 You look up and the fucker was smirking at you while running down the street with you in the cart.
🧡 Homemade roller coaster, neato. You couldn't help the giggles that escaped you as you traveled down the street all the way to your house.
🧡 If you listen very very closely, you can hear his chuckles and a small "I love you" full of admiration.
🧡 To top it all off, he left one final kiss square on the lips…as he stole some of the meat buns you bought <3
#mod shuichi#haikyuu x reader#tendou satori#tendou x reader#tendou satori x reader#sugawara koushi#sugawara x reader#sugawara koushi x reader#kageyama tobio#kageyama x reader#kageyama tobio x reader
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New Home for the Holidays!
happy holidays! and merry christmas to whoever celebrates it!! <3
disclaimer: kinda scared ngl, this is my first piece of writing i’m putting on tumblr. i usually use wattpad (my username is the same it is here if you wanna follow me!), so i’m still learning how to do this lmao. hope you like it! any feedback is appreciated!!!
also... i didn’t really proofread this bc i got impatient and wanted to post it before christmas lol :)
warnings: none, just fluff ;)
gf!y/n spends christmas with harry and his family.
You hear the faint chime of the doorbell ringing from inside the house as you nervously pick at your fingers down at your side. Harry notices the small action, quickly taking your hand to intertwine with his, shooting you a small smile in hopes to calm your nerves.
And it does. For a moment. Until the door swings open and Anne appears on the other side. What finally does put your anxiety to rest is the big, warm hug she pulls you into, a splitting grin adorning her face. You chuckle in surprise (mostly at the fact she hugged you first and not her own son), but return the kind action, nonetheless.
"Oh my gosh! Y/N, my dear, you look gorgeous as always!" She says pulling back just enough to look at your face.
"Thank you! You're looking quite good yourself, Mrs. Twist." You return either a kind smile.
"Oh, none of that. I've told you before, call me Anne," She looks at you with a knowing and playful scowl, waving you off.
"Wow, hello to you too mum," Harry mutters from next to you, plastering a fake pout on his lips.
She softly scoffs, releasing her hold on you and moving to embrace her son.
"You look gorgeous too, Harry. Is that what you wanted to hear?" She jokes, the familiar smirk she holds reminds you of the one your boyfriend pulls so frequently.
When they release from their tight squeeze, Anne steps inside and holds the door open before speaking.
"Well... Don't want you two to freeze out there, come in! I was just fixing a cuppa,"
The warmth of her home heats your frozen fingertips as you enter and your glad to be out of the snow. You love the snow, but since growing up not experiencing it often where you lived makes it a little hard to bear in times like these. You couldn't remember many times you've had a white Christmas before (probably could count on one hand, if your honest), but you've always remembered them being the best ones.
You've always loved the holidays. You loved the cold weather and the time with family. You loved you're yearly family tradition of opening one present on Christmas Eve night and taking a picture on the staircase in your childhood home the next morning. You loved making hot chocolate and watching you're family open the presents you got them.
You loved the holidays. But, what you love more than anything, is that this year you get to spend them with Harry.
You've been dating for two years now, but last Christmas, you spent it with your own family, as did he, because it was a bit too soon in y'all's relationship to make that step. However, this year Harry extended the invitation for you to join them and after talking with your parents (and your brother, albeit he didn't care one bit) you accepted the invite. Of course, not without making sure you wouldn't be imposing at all. And with Harry's reassuring words of, wouldn't have asked if we all didn't want you there, and besides, baby, it wouldn't be Christmas without all my loved ones, would it?, you started packing for London.
Harry shrugs off his coat as you both stand in the foyer and you follow suit as a voice shouts from the kitchen.
"Are they here?" A familiar sister calls out excitedly.
You and Harry enter the kitchen and he's immediately pulling Gemma into a bear hug. You look at the sight and smile fondly, noticing her boyfriend, Michal, behind them, but not before worrying for Gemma's breath support as Harry noticeably squeezes tighter.
They let go of each other and she playfully scowls at him, swatting his arm. To which Harry dramatically holds his arm, draining an, ow, that hurt!, receiving an eye roll from Gemma before Harry moves to greet Michal, and his stepdad, Robin.
"Hi, Y/N! It's so great to see you, feels like it's been ages," She greets you in turn, having enough of Harry's antics already. You return the greeting, along with the one to Michal and Robin, and before you know it, you're all deep into conversation.
Harry takes up spot right on your side like a leech. If you were being honest, it took you awhile to become accustomed and comfortable to how openly affectionate Harry is with you in front of his family and friends. At first, it was just small touches and light squeezes when the two of you would go out with Mitch and Sarah. The actions not bold enough for you to scold him, but just enough to make your cheeks turn pink. Not long after, the touches turned into sweet kisses to your cheek and draping a protective arm around you almost every time y'all went out. Which wasn't a problem until you realized how many stares your friends shot you when you started to get too comfortable in his warm embrace, most of the time opting to daze out in Harry's comfort than pay attention to conversation. So then, when the little affections turned into koala-esque cuddling into your side and planting heart-stopping kisses to your lips in front of Gemma and Anne this past summer, you decided to tell him to reign it back just a tad. It wasn't that you didn't like it! Quite the contrary, the sweet scent of his cologne that would flood your senses as he settled so close to you made your head fuzzy, and the pecks along your neck or on your hands or on your cheeks left you incapable of being present.
Of course, your loving boyfriend pouted a bit at the fact he claims, you don't want my kisses, but quickly got over it when you dropped to your knees before the boy to press kisses somewhere he couldn't complain about.
However, despite all of your protests to PDA, you can't help but relinquish your resolve as you melt into the couch with Harry between your legs, head resting on your tummy. The whole family (which includes you now!) is settled into their comfy spots in Anne's living room as Miracle on 34th Street plays on the TV, everyone having changed into their fuzziest Christmas pajamas. The realization when you saw Harry, Gem, and Anne had matching pajama bottoms made your heart grow tenfold and your eyes glaze over in complete fondness.
The smell of kettle corn popcorn (as Harry made it since he knows it's your favorite) and cinnamon candles fill the room. Anne and Robin are together on the couch perpendicular to yours against the wall opposite of you and Harry as the two of you are laid out taking up the whole space on y'all's blue sofa, while Gemma and Michal have cuddled up on the floor, sharing the big bean bag off to your left since they were the last ones to join the holiday movie marathon.
You love the dynamic of Harry's family. Much different than the chaotic mess of yours, and although you still love your family very much (despite their constant need to be obnoxiously loud for no reason whatsoever, fight over little things, and ignore each other on a daily basis), you admire how calm their presence is. You're family is just so... loud. And that's not necessarily a bad thing! The running joke of your family is that no one in it is capable of whispering...well, except you but you all blame it on the anxiety. But even so, your parents and brother have always argued. Over everything. Very rarely is it about something important, and seldom does it get out of control, but your family's way of showing affection is very...unique? Y'all aren't openly nice and polite all the time. As confusing as it might sound, y'all show your love in bickering. The love is more underlying than it is direct in show.
But that's why you can't get over how quiet this house is right now. Not one fight over someone breathing wrong has broke out and Harry and Gemma actually get along and enjoy each other's company. They're like... friends! The concept is crazy to you and you can't help but get just a tad bummed how your family doesn't just sit around all cuddled up, and how they'll get something for you while their up so you don't have to move from your comfy spot, or how Anne will just hug Harry out of nowhere. But the more you think about it, you realize that it's probably because Harry wasn't around much, always touring and traveling the world. He never got the time to playfully bicker with his family. So, as everyone is quiet in their comfort, you take it all in, happy that you're given the chance to experience their household dynamic.
Your fingers play with Harry's hair, running them through the long brown curls, still as wonderstruck at how soft his hair is as ever. Hearing him softly hum when you gently tug through a thicker curl.
"You're so effortlessly beautiful, ya know that?" You whisper to him, the sound of the movie, thankfully, covering you're affection from everyone else.
You can just spot the smitten little grin that grows on his face, and despite not having the angle to see, you just know his precious dimple is making a showcase right now...and that's enough to put a smile on your own face.
Instead of replying in words, he only turns his head to place a soft, melting kiss upon your thigh. Making heat surge through your entire body, in turn, making your heart warm at his love.
As y'all sit and watch the movie, you start to subconsciously braid your boyfriends hair. Starting by sectioning (albeit, a bit lazily) his hair into two big chunks, then separating three strands from the top of his head, you start braiding the pieces, adding a bit more hair as you go. He eventually caught on to what you were doing and you thought he was going to stop you, truthfully. But to your surprise, he only started rubbing gentle circles into your legs with his hands in a calming manner, causing you to release a content sigh.
When you get to the end, you tie off the finished braid with a hair tie from your wrist before moving to the other side of his sectioned head. It surprised you how long his braids are! They come down about a few inches below his chin, much longer than the only other time you had saw him in braids, which was when Lou did them right before he went on stage to perform. Now, your braiding skills aren't as refined as Lou's are, her skills making yours look rather sad, but you're having a blast doing it and that's all that matters. Not like he's going to go perform after this, right?
After securing the second braid in a hair tie, you lean forward and place a kiss to the top of Harry's head, causing him to tilt his head to look at you with a big smile on his pretty face.
Since you're sat up already and hovering over his face with him still in your lap, you press a quick, searing kiss to his lips, watching them curve into a splitting grin. You smile back at him, just admiring his features.
Despite being able to feel the loving stares from Gemma and Anne in the room, your focus is still on Harry.
“I love you,” He whispers, bringing a hand up to gently stroke your cheek.
“I love you too, bubs.” You return, because you do. You love him so much it hurts sometimes.
Looking at him now, surrounded by his family, you think you have never been so happy in your entire life. You’re so lucky to have him in your life, and you know he knows he’s lucky too.
But most of all, you’re so glad you decided to spend this Christmas with him.
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𝙴𝚒𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝙸𝚃
"I want to die..." Y/n groaned as she laid down on her bed.
It was that time of month. The time of month that girls despise with every fiber in their being...
She was on her period.
'Stupid thing. Stupid fucking period. Wish I was never fucking born. Oh, god I can feel it. Kill me already. My uterus is fucking dying.' Y/n thought, clutching her stomach.
"Y/n?" A manly voice called out from outside said girl's dorm room door.
"Who dares interrupt my self pity?!" Y/n growled in response.
Kirishima gently opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind him.
"Are you okay? Even though it's Saturday, it's not like you to stay in leg that long. You haven't eaten your breakfast, and you look cranky. Do you need something? Anything?" Kirishima worried as he walked up to his girlfriend.
"Hmmghngh," Y/n growled as she stuffed her face into the pillow due to discomfort.
"Are you okay, Pebble?" Kirishima patted the suffering girl's head. (Is this cringey, I'm sorry-🤡)
"Nooooooo..." She groaned.
"Why? What happened?" Kirishima fretted.
"IT happened," Y/n said ominously.
"Oh..." Kirishima nodded, acting like he understood what IT was. "What do you need to make IT better?"
"Sanitary napkins, cuddles, chocolate, cuddles, a heating pad, cuddles, a blankie, cuddles, stuffies, timbits, cuddles, and cuddles," Y/n carelessly listed, wanting something to complain about since she was annoyed by IT.
Y/n heard her door close and looked up, shocked but also impressed, 'I didn't even think think that Ejiro would take my requests seriously.'
~ At Walmart (Don't make fun of me y'all I get my period stuff at Walmart)~
"Napkins... Napkins... Napkins..." Kirishima mused as he strolled with a shopping cart through the party section.
"Ah! There!" Kirishima picked up 2 packs of napkins and held them up side by side, trying to figure out which one is more manly. After thinking for a while, he put both of them into the cart, as he was indecisive.
"Okay! Now chocolate!" Kirishima pulled his cart up to the chocolate aisle.
"Which chocolate would she like..." Kirishima pondered, looking through the shelves.
"There!" Kirishima spotted his savior.
There it was, sitting unattended on the shelf top. A pack of Cadbury Milk Chocolate.
Kirishima added it to his cart, and strolled along, grabbing items on the way, plushies, hot water bottles, and a 'blankie'.
~ One short trip to Tim Horton's later ~
"Honey, I'm home!" Kirishima joked, entering Y/n's dorm, with shopping bags hanging from his arms.
Y/n mustered enough energy to lift her head up, and her face immediately brightened up as she got up to hug Kirishima.
"Yes! Thank you so mu-" Y/n cut herself off before continuing. "Lemme guess, you brought all the bags in one trip because it was manly?"
"Yep!" Kirishima said, proud of himself.
"Thanks, Ei," Y/n laughed, her mood brightening.
"Cuddles now," Y/n held out her arms like a kid.
~ Later ~
"Hey, Pebble?"
"Yeah, Ei?"
"What's IT ?"
~ Bonus ~
"EIJIRO THESE AREN'T EVEN THE PROPER NAPKINS I NEEDED!"
~
So um you can imagine the rest lmao
Also I wrote this when I was on my period so the pain is real
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→ 𝙼𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝
→ 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜
#my hero academia#eijiro kirishima#kirishima x reader#y/n#short drabble#period#stupid period#i hate my period#it should go die in a hole#i wish periods never existed
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