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literally all of them AJBDJWBD ok but 15 has so many soft domestic vibes 🥹🫶 and 17 literally link seeing revali cry for the first time omgg revali finally learning how to be emotionally vulnerable w link
(ask game from here)
since i wrote more of a headcanon list of what both revalink's bedtime routines look like on this post for @noraiir-arts, i'll do a drabble kinda thing that's like a moment in their routines for 15 lol
🛌 15. Going through their bedtime routine.
"i just don't see why it's necessary," link says, watching revali cut open a second sheet mask. he already has one on his own face, carefully spread and applied across his gorgeous tan skin. link thinks it makes revali look like he's shedding a layer. "your skin's already nice."
"how do you think i keep it nice?" revali says, carefully removing the sheet mask out of its packaging. "my skin's very sensitive, you know, it requires quite a lot of maintenance to keep it this refreshed and clear. you're lucky that you only need to shower and splash your face with water to keep it that way. who knows how you survived using 3-in-1 body wash your entire life."
"hey, i didn't know that it was bad for you," link grumbles and crosses his arms. "i thought it was more efficient to have it all in one than have to buy it all separately..."
revali rolls his eyes. "mhm. now lay down, so i can put the face mask on you."
link complies easily, the tension leaving his body and his eyes falling shut as soon as he feels revali's fingers, gentle and warm across his jaw. then suddenly, he feels a layer of ice spreading across his face and he squeaks, flinching.
"stay still," revali says, tapping link's thigh.
"it's cold!" link whines back, squirming. "you didn't tell me the face masks were cold!"
"they're cold because i keep them in the fridge and your body is a piece of the sun that fell onto earth," revali replies. "of course it's going to feel cold."
link continues to shiver until he finally gets used to the feeling of the mask on his face. revali continues adjusting its application, smoothing or stretching it out in some places until he's satisfied with the way it sits. "there we go," revali says softly. "good?"
"mhm," link says. he can barely move his face with the mask on. "how are you able to talk with this shit on?"
"you get used to it," revali replies. he lies down beside link on the bed and intertwines their fingers together. "now, we wait for thirty minutes and let the serum sink in."
"does it really take that long?" link says, nose wrinkling. the mask shifts due to the movement and he reaches up to smooth it back down.
"i've fallen asleep with them on before. but it's better to let it stay on longer than shorter so the skin can absorb it."
link hums and they both fall silent. with their fingers still intertwined, revali rubs his thumb against the base of link's. their room is quiet, except for the sound of music playing softly from link's phone. he complains plenty about how revali takes way too long to get ready for bed, but moments like this where he can participate in it with revali are link's favorite.
"thank you," revali says suddenly.
"hm? for what?" link says. he struggles to enunciate it; talking with a sheet mask on is difficult.
"for doing this with me. you didn't have to." revali's voice is quiet, almost shy.
link wants to smile under the sheet mask, but he doesn't want it to get messed up again so he resists. "it's something you like to do, so i wanna do it with you too."
he feels revali squeeze his hand, a silent "i love you". "just don't fall asleep," revali says out loud instead.
this time, link can't resist smiling. "no promises."
💧 17. Link has never seen Revali cry, so when he does, Link struggles with how to react.
when link comes home, the house is quiet. which is usually how it is, even if revali is home before him, but at least his boyfriend is being quiet somewhere where link can see him as soon as he comes in. at least revali will call back when link announces he's home, but he hasn't and it's making him nervous.
"'vali," link calls, slipping his shoes off and pushing them onto the shoe rack they keep by the door. "where are you~!" still no response. it puts link on edge immediately. "'vali?"
revali isn't in the living room or the kitchen, so link moves further into the house. he's not in the office or in the backyard, but his car was parked in the driveway so he has to be home. the last place revali would be is the bedroom, so there link goes.
but he's not prepared for the sight before him when he does.
revali is seated on the edge of the bed with a leg tucked underneath him, a look of despair and tears marring his face. he turns his head to look up at link when he hears him enter the room, but says nothing, staring and tears continuing to streak down his face.
link feels like his lungs have been severed from his esophagus, the air he's so desperately trying to breathe in blowing his chest up like a balloon instead. he's never seen revali like this; revali, whose natural facial expression is a scowl and narrowed eyes. or revali, who reserves his softest, most loving looks upon link. this expression on revali's face now... it feels like the world has fallen out of balance.
he knows he should go to revali, hold him tight and close, and comfort him like revali would do for him, but link can't move. he's rooted to one spot, eyes wide but unable to tear his gaze away from revali.
link's throat is dry, but he gulps and still attempts to speak. "you okay?"
for a moment, revali continues to stare. then he sniffs and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. "yeah, i'm fine," he mumbles, looking away.
moving feels impossible, like he's trying to swim through quicksand, but slowly, link moves forward towards revali until he's seated in front of him on the bed. "...you wanna talk about it?"
revali stares blankly into space, unresponsive. a streak of fear wraps itself around link's chest as he searches revali's face, for any change in expression because this is terrifying.
"'vali?" link tries again in a whisper.
and this time, revali looks at him directly. but his face is scrunching up, his eyes welling with tears as he sniffs deeply again. "sorry," he murmurs, "i— just, it's—" fresh tears roll down his cheeks again and a sound that link has never heard before escapes from revali's throat, one that should have never made a home within revali in the first place.
"oh, 'vali," link whispers and he lets his instincts take over. he crawls forward into revali's lap, wrapping his arms around revali's neck and legs around his waist, holding him tightly. that's when the dam finally breaks and revali lets out the most gut-wrenching sound that link has ever heard him make, beginning to shake and cry openly into his shoulder. he holds revali tighter, letting him cry as much as he wants; it's the least that link could do. "it's okay, i'm here, reva."
eventually, revali's crying comes to a stop, but he's still holding link tightly with his arms around his waist, breathing softly against link's neck. link just strokes his hair, pressing kisses to the side of revali's face where he can reach. it's still a couple minutes before revali can find the words to speak again.
"it's the anniversary of my parents' funeral," he murmurs against link's neck. and it makes link stop in his tracks. oh. "i realize that i never actually talked to you about them. i'm sorry."
"that's okay," link murmurs back, continuing to stroke revali's hair. "you don't have to if you don't want to."
revali pauses for a moment. "i want to," he says softly. "i want you to know about them."
his tone somehow makes link's heart flutters. "okay," he replies in similar volume. "i'd like to, as long as you're comfortable talking about it."
"if it's with you, then i am," revali says. he takes a breath before talking again. "both of my parents died when i was six years old. i... don't want to talk about how they did, but i remember being at the funeral. at the time, i didn't really know what was going on but even as a child i understood grief and sadness." revali's voice grows quieter. "they were all i had, but i can barely even remember them. it's pathetic, i know."
"no it's not," link says softly. "you were still really young and it's a traumatic experience. you can't fault yourself for not being able to remember."
"but they were my parents," revali whispers. "they're the people that gave birth to me and were supposed to take care of me, and all i have to remember them by are legal documents and pictures. i can't even do them justice in memories."
link doesn't know what to say at first. it's an incredibly difficult subject to broach, after all. "even if you can't fully remember them," he decides to start, "i think they would love to know that you're trying. they've probably been watching from above and are so proud of you, because you have so much to be proud of, you know? you're so talented and clever and very handsome, might i add—" revali snorts — "they probably would have been proud to see you grew up well even without them. they would still love you."
"you really think that?" revali murmurs.
"the great revali? uncertain about his greatness?" link says teasingly. he pulls back a little to look at revali's face, whose eyes are still red from crying but hold a fond look. "they would, 'vali. anyone would be proud to have you as a son."
after a beat, revali pulls him back into a hug, squeezing him tight. "thank you," revali whispers. "i appreciate it."
"of course," link replies and turns his head to press another kiss to revali's jaw. "i'm here for you always." they're both quiet for a couple more minutes, content with just holding each other close until revali speaks once more.
"i'm sorry, by the way," revali says into the skin of link's neck. "i probably worried you since i wasn't there to greet you."
"that's okay," link says, his eyes closed. "i get it now after you told me. so don't feel bad anymore, i'm here with you now and i always will be, no matter what. i love you, 'vali, more than anything."
"i love you, too, songbird," revali whispers back. "thank you."
link hums. "i'm gonna get some water for you and then how about cuddles?"
"that sounds... nice." revali's face shifts its position under link's chin. "do you have to leave to get the water, though?"
he giggles. "do you wanna come with me to the kitchen, then?"
"i think we should skip the water and go straight to cuddling."
"nuh uh, you have to rehydrate after crying so much. you do the same to me when i cry."
"...whatever."
link giggles again and then sits back, pulling on revali's arm. "come on, let's go. the sooner we get water, the sooner we can cuddle." revali rolls his eyes but stands up with link and complies. even after all that, revali is still too weak for link and for his cuddles.
#revalink#loz#botw#loz botw#legend of zelda#amihan's revalinkverse#ask#ask game#cryiling#yes revali n link are homeowners come on dual income household!#i think gay people deserve to have homes in this economy#because we suffer from home-ophobia#ahaha.... haha.... hah.....#obligatory “and they were roommates” “oh my god they were roommates” tag#i wrote the second one thinking about how revali cries at the sunrise in pinesong#i also self-projected into revali a little bit because#even though it's sometimes difficult to comfort someone who cries#i feel like i'm someone who people actually don't know what to do when i cry because it's not something they would expect from me?#i've been regarded in the past as emotionless or stoic or doesn't show weakness easily ig? so when i do cry ppl are like. wtf uhhh#anyways. me tying in my hc ab revali being abandoned to modern au yasss#i still am all about revali coddling link but revali also deserves to be coddled too!!!#birdie deserves to be taken care of too!!!#epic parallel of revali not being able to truly remember even though he has evidence they existed in the world + plus pictures#sounds oddly familiar...... stares at memory pictures in sheikah slate
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while growing up, you had an imaginary friend. unlike with most, he never left.
notes: horror elements, hallucinations, lowercase.
your family thinks it's just a normal imaginary friend when you start talking to 'wally', named after a cartoon character you love at that time. but as you grow older and older, his presence and gaze never leave. you simply learn to stop talking about him, to avoid the trouble it causes the both of you. the last thing you want is to be all alone, for the first time in your life. for your voice to be the only one in your head.
you don’t know how old you were when he came into your life. it feels like he’s been with you for as long as he can remember. (he thinks you must’ve been around five.) from what your family has told you, you’re inclined to agree with his thought. your first true memory of wally’s presence, though, is this:
he showed you how how he ate. you must not have been older than six. it had fascinated you how, even though it sat untouched on the plate, bites started disappearing out of it. you’d squealed, laughed, and clapped your hands in pure delight.
when you tried to show him do the same thing in front of your mother, though, nothing happened. that he wasn’t imaginary! you’d seen it yourself. but no matter how much you asked wally nothing happened, and your mother had smiled peacefully and hummed like adults do in front of the nonsense of children. you’d cried, then.
(he still feels sorry about it, whenever he remembers. but he could never have done such a thing. you understand now, don’t you? he could never have taken you Home after that.)
it’s alright. you do understand now. you have long since accepted his apology, too.
it was after that ‘apple incident’ that he had first asked you to come Home with him. he talked lots and lots about him and his friends. how you could be their new neighbour, and how nice it would be! they would always have time to play with you. it confused you. you were already home! you had your family here. and, sure, while you would’ve liked them to play with you more often... you denied his offer, not yet fully understanding what it meant.
you quickly discovered making friends with other people was hard. wally always spoke about how his friends, and how fun they were, so you wanted to try and have at least as many friends as he did! but people were difficult. they said things with double meanings, did things without you being able to understand why, and sometimes chose others company above your own. it was far easier to spend time with wally, who never hurt you and never did anything unexpected. he always had nice things to say about your drawings too. he was the perfect friend like that, and there was never a chance of him leaving. (that’s right. he’d never think of going anywhere else.)
as you grew older, you just stopped trying entirely. no one ever stuck around. the relentless rumours that you were ‘cursed’ didn’t help, either. but you really didn’t have anything to do with everything that happened! you figured that you simply weren’t the type of person meant to have friends. you’ll admit that coming to terms with it stung a little. (he just wanted you to be happy.)
added to that was the fact that putting in the effort had become tiring, and failed to be rewarding. besides work and school, you were always so, so tired. it was then that he asked you for the second time, whether or not you wanted to go Home with him. you were tempted to say yes, but said ‘no’ out of fear of what it really meant.
nowadays, you’ve stopped caring about such things. you do whatever you need to keep yourself afloat, and take comfort in the fact that you have a friendship no one human could come close to matching. how could they, when someone who knows your every thought, every weakness, secret, flaw and failing, has still accepted you? he’s seen it all. you have grown up alongside wally. his presence, constant commentary, and kind words ringing in your ears have become as natural as breathing. if this is wrong, if you aren’t supposed to be like this, you don’t care about that. it isn’t doing you, or anyone else, any harm. (he’d never hurt you. he just wants you to be happy. you can’t be at your happiest, not here.)
the poorer you’re doing, the closer wally holds you. when you are falling apart at the seams, curled up underneath the covers of your bed, his ‘presence’ envelops you. it’s warm, oppressing. it’s not quite comparable to a being of flesh and blood draping itself over you, but it’s close enough. it makes ever inch of your flesh tingle. (he wishes he could touch you, though. to feel your warmth. the blood circulating underneath your skin, and your heart pushing it round and round.)
you have only ever seen wally's eyes, and no other part of him, and only when you're trembling all over and struggling to breathe. they are deep, never-ending pools of darkness. and still they never fail to draw the panic out from your body, leaving you exhausted yet calmed down.
it is during one of these nights, that wally asks you again. he knows everything about you that there is to know. that you're not enjoying your life, that it is oh so difficult and exhausting, and that a part of you wants to leave it all behind. he simply wants you to leave it all behind already. he'll make it okay. won't you come Home with him?
after all those years, you say yes.
#wally darling x reader#wally darling#welcome home x reader#welcome home arg x reader#welcome home arg#welcome home
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Hi! I love your blog!
Can I request an older brother scaramouche comforting a teen!reader who cries a lot? Probably from loud noises or frequent bouts of anxiety
the art of being gentle.
summary. the balladeer does not need to be gentle to show that he cares.
trigger & content warnings. anxiety, scara's a bit mean but he does mean well, etc.
tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. comfort. scaramouche & younger sibling!reader. 0.6k words. they/them pronouns for reader.
author's thoughts. hello lovely! thank you sm. a random thought, but a lot of people seem to quite like platonic scara content? i don't mind writing for him at all, since most people on my blog seem to be fond of my rendition of him, but i just thought it was interesting hehe
scaramouche is an easily agitated man.
his workload is difficult enough to manage as it is. being a harbinger, contrary to what the lower ranked members of the fatui seem to think, does not simply mean being out on the field constantly. it doesn't simply mean fulfilling the tsaritsa's international desires, such as snatching gnoses from their godly owners. it doesn't simply mean bloodshed. there is far more to it than that.
there's paperwork.
there's a fuck ton of paperwork.
scaramouche very much loathes that part of his job. he sometimes thinks of hiring someone else (more like threatening someone else) to do it, but then again... any error could be held against him in the end. he always ends up doing the mountains of work himself. as such, the balladeer does not take kindly to interruptions.
the knock on his office door, meek and quiet, makes his head snap up. the grip on his pen tightens slightly. with irritation evident in his voice, he sneers, "what?"
a wave of what he thinks is guilt or regret washes over him when his sibling—his cherished baby sibling, the most important person to him—steps into his office and shuts the door behind them with trembling hands. fuck... he feels impossibly bad, though he shoves those feelings down into the depths of his mind to the best of his ability with a slight grimace. a weight settles on his chest almost immediately he pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. his expression then softens slightly.
no, the sixth is not gentle. he is not. he hasn't been gentle for a very long time.
even so, he'll do his best. he hates seeing them cry, and based on the shimmery gloss over their eyes... they are about to, his tone doing nothing to help their emotional state.
he tries to think of something to say—are you okay? what's on your mind? who made you feel this way? the words, however, do not come out. his throat tightens. it's as if the simple thought alone of expressing concern for another being made him uncomfortable. it was unfamiliar territory, in his defense. scaramouche has not had to worry about another's wellbeing for... centuries, maybe. he can't recall the last time he verbally consoled someone.
"sit down."
it comes out harsher than he intends, and he winces slightly at the sound of his own voice. he fidgets with the pen in his hands. suddenly, the paperwork on his desk—expense reports for the regrator, mission reports for the jester—seems far less relevant.
he still doesn't say anything. he only observes silently as his sibling settles in the chair in front of his desk.
"um," they begin, swallowing back some of their anxiety as they fidget with the edge of their sleeves. "i know you're busy. i'm sorry."
"the hell are you apologizing for?"
"just... um, just for being bothersome, since i know you have work to do and—"
"the other harbingers can fucking wait," he mutters, rolling his eyes. "you come before those heartless bastards, always. spit it out. what happened?"
no, the balladeer is not known for being gentle, but he cares.
maybe it's hard for others to comprehend, but when he always ends up holding them tightly in his arms as he finishes up the last of his work with one hand, the other's calloused fingertips drawing random shapes on their upper arm, it's obvious to the one person who matters.
being gentle is an art that scaramouche may very well never master, but in the end...
he doesn't have to be gentle to show that he cares.
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12. christmas shopping, daddy!steve rogers
— while doing some last minute shopping in new york, little!reader finds herself crumbling down. her daddy is the only solution to the problem.
— daddy!steve rogers x little!reader (feat. bucky)
— angst! dd/lg tones. reader cries a lot. panic attack? much comfort, mentions of reader being able to push their hair back and the cold turning their skin red. hyperfem!reader? bucky being an angel <3
— word count: 2000+
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A heavy crinkle and a solid rip become louder than the crowd around you, arm pulled back by the force of someone barging into you in the massive crowd. A small gasp left your lips as your body turned slightly, knocking into Steve, who was right behind you. His hand lay tight on your shoulder, ensuring you don't get lost in the sea of bobbing heads and frantic shoppers. The shove doesn't phase him, completely moving when your weight falls against him. Its not that he doesn't notice, but his head is somewhere else entirely. What with Christmas approaching, it doesn't become difficult for Steve to get distracted. He loves the holidays, always has, but ever since coming out of the ice, his mind has become clouded with frosty memories of the freezing cold.
"S-sorry," you call out, even though whoever ripped your bag most definitely shoved you, not the other way around. Your head drops downwards, hairs framing your face as you study the damage to your bag. Thankfully, all of its contents were still in place, the hole covered from the inside by a thick cable cardigan that you'd purchased for a certain Sokovian redhead.
"You okay, baby?" It's almost as though you can feel the blood rushing through your head, ears becoming tinted in the cold air and at the sudden flush of being bumped into. Steve's voice is hard to hear over the hustle and bustle of New York City. Though familiar, it seems to float in the wind, as though falling further and further away from you.
"Yeah," you murmur sheepishly with a miniscule nod, not wanting to cause any form of upset. You hate the thought of Steve being distressed, and knowing what the holiday season did to him, it seemed a far better option to keep the peace.
His large hand rubs over your pink coat, a silent notion to show that he heard you. It doesn't take much for you to be in need of Steve's physical touch - he can't even count the amount of times that you'd come bundling towards him when he walks through the door, you sweet little 'Daddy!' floating through the air as he lifts you into his arms. All the nights that you refuse to untangle yourself from his arm, all four of your limbs wrapped around one of his. Even in your sleep, you refuse to leave his side. Even when he plaits your hair so gently, you can't help but turn you head and plant a soft kiss against his knuckles. His sweet little girl - always so gentle and needy. He wouldn't change it for the world, which is why when your little mitten covered fingers find his gloveless ones, he can't help but feel a little brighter.
But he can hear it. You might not be able to, what with your lacking in super solider abilities and with the masses around you, but now that he's more aware of what's going on around him, Steve picks it u almost instantly. Your heart is beating quicker. Sure, there's the way that your heart always beats around him; slightly quicker, missing a beat or two in the depths of your excitement. But this is different. Panicked, shakier.
With furrowed brows and shuffled steps, Steve leans down closer to you, bending to try and match your much shorter height. "Do you wanna leave, Bunny? We can go any time you want to."
Still, you shook your head no. "I'm okay, Daddy." The words are quiet and small, causing the captain's concerns to grow. Sometimes you got sheepish in public, and that's okay. But you barely ever call him by his title in front of the other Avengers, let alone in public. reluctantly, he stands back up straight, giving your gloved hand a gentle squeeze. You shiver slightly in the cold, little nose tinted by the snowy air.
For a while, things do seem okay. You mutter quietly as you look around shops, stand by idly as fas ask to take pictures with the one and only Captain America, insist that its your fault when someone stands on your foot. But it all comes crashing down as you step out of a fancy shop.
You're happily murmuring, pleased with the gift that you'd just managed to score for Sam, when someone's form collides right with yours. You slip, falling down the last step and into the icy streets below with a gasp.
"Watch where you're walking, asshole!" the passerby shouts, completely ignorant to the distress that they had caused. They go on their merry way, bumping against more members of the public and spewing out profanities.
But the damage is done. You're already crying by the time that you rise on your wobbly knees, trembling like a leaf and calling out for Steve. He's behind you in an instant, picking up the fallen shopping bags from the floor and thanking those who quickly help. And then he's up, looking down into your shimmery eyes as you whine for him. Rushing forward and burying yourself in his chest, you cry out, "h-hurts, daddy!"
It's a blur, really, how he gets you back to the compound so quickly. Even with you quivering in his arms, Steve works fast and with agility you could only ever wish to possess. He even brushes past Bucky, who had opened up his arms in invitation for you - as he did most days when you returned from being out far too long. The look on his face is twisted, hurt by the lack of notice. But then, as he turns to watch Steve's back retreat into your shared room, it all makes sense. Your little face, flushed and stained with tears looks cold and frightened, eyes glimmering against the warm lights of the Christmas tree, stacked with neatly wrapped gifts underneath. His heart almost breaks at the sight of you, hair dishevelled and lip wobbling, clambering onto Steve with another whine, gloved hands shaking in the fabric of his coat. A sob slips from your throat, and Bucky watches Steve try his best to soothe you all the while walking, bouncing you gently. The shopping bags crash rom Steves hands the second you both pass the threshold. And then, the door shuts.
He tries hard to put you down onto the bed, but you just can't let yourself leave his hold. More cries escape your lips, followed by little 'n-no!'s, hiccuped and rushed. You hold onto him tighter than you ever have before. Steve adores feeling needed as much as you make him feel needed, but his heart aches at the presence of your distress.
"C'mon, baby." He tries hard to coax you, warm hand running up and down your back. "Daddy just wants to help you. Let Daddy help you, Angel." Your tears have soaked into the fabric of his blue sweater. "Don't cry, sweet girl. please don't cry." He speaks again, having given up trying to put you down onto the cotton sheets. "We're gonna make it better, it's gonna be okay, you're okay." He holds you into him, all the while subtly shuffling you coat out of your shaking arms and down to the floor. As your face digs down into his shoulders he makes quick work of your shower, slipping them off effortlessly. "There we go, good girl. Good girl for letting Daddy take care of you, huh? You're so brave, baby, doing such a good job for me."
You twitch at the sound of his praise. His gentle voice aids you out of his shoulder. Steve pushes your hair back, past your ear before his palm lowers slightly, resting upon your tear soaked cheek. The sandy haired man rubs his thumb upon the surface of your skin, looking down at his whole world, all bundled in his arms and seeking comfort from him, only him. Your lip wobbles, "d-doin' good for you?" If possible, his heart breaks all over again at the shake in your voice.
Steve nods wholeheartedly, eyes soft and loving. "The best job, honey. Daddy's so proud of you." Subconsciously, your little head nods, reciprocating his actions without realising. Steve can't help but smile. His skin is tender against yours, tracing the fine lines of your face with his thumb. His ocean blue eyes shift in real time, taking in every ounce of your slowly calming form. You still tremble slightly and your hands are still covered by the white mittens that you put on hers ago, but your tears have began to stop. Sobs haven't escaped your lips for a solid minute, and you've taken to soothing yourself with his thumb. ever so slowly it had crept towards your wobbling lips, and there it settled peacefully. The tiny suckles feel familiar against Steve's calloused thumb, always on offer when the world overwhelms you a little too much. Even as your rapid heartbeat slows, Steve still shushes you gently, pressing delicate kisses onto your cool forehead. Back and forth he sways you both slightly, consoling you in any way possible.
It takes a mountain of effort, but eventually you daddy gets you out of your snow ridden clothes. he laid you down onto the mattress, underwear covered form shivering in the cold, insisting that you hold tightly on to your stuffed bunny. You bring the bunny to your face, burying your nose in the familiar scent of his fur as Steve pulls the pyjama bottoms up your legs. When the matching op comes over your chest, you're already whining to be back in his arms with grabby hands. The sandy haired man cooes, effortlessly picking you back up into his arms where he holds you for what he wishes to be eternity. This time, it's your own thumb that slots between your lips, fist still clenching down on the stuffed animal.
Three steady knocks wrack against your bedroom door. With a small whine you try to bury yourself further into Steve's skin. His hand rubs against your back as he calls out, asking who is on the other side of the door.
To both of your relief, a familiar raven haired man's voice filters through the gaps of the door. "It's Bucky. Can I come in?"
Steve takes a moment, looking down at you. Your tired eyes stare up at him, still sucking at your thumb. "What do you think, baby? Can Bucky come in?" His voice is still so soft with you, knowing full well how deep into the little mindset you are. Steve wants this to be your choice - you're so soft and sweet and vulnerable, he'd hate to be the one to take the settling calm away from you.
Slowly, but surely, you nod your head.
With Steve's verbal permission, Bucky pushes past the doorway. He looks a little disheartened, grey eyes instantly falling on your vulnerable form, all snuggled into your daddy's chest, You look ten times more relaxed than when you first entered the complex in Steve's arms, but he can't mistake the dried tears on your cheeks or the red in your eyes, the way your lashes have clumped together with the wetness. An unconscious pout makes its way to his lips, eyes moving to Steve in silent questioning; 'is she okay?'. The blond gives a subtle nod, his chin resting against the crown of your head as he sways you both.
"Hi, pumpkin. You doin' okay?" You don't say anything, only tiredly blinking and giving a small nod. You're not the best, but things are slowly getting better. "Yeah? Bet you're tired, huh? You've had a long day." He doesn't know exactly what happened, but your tiny nod tells him all that he could possibly need to know. In moments like this he couldn't be more thankful for your close friendship, that he gets to see you like this, gets to watch the way you interact with your one true love. He years for it himself. The way your cheek presses into Steve's shoulder, your legs wrapped around him as tight as possible, your stuffed bunny tucked in close. One day, he'll have something like that for himself.
But for now he settles on spoiling his favourite little girl.
"Made you this." Bucky offers a smile as he presents the mug settled into his vibrainum hand. A little gingerbread house mug, filled to the brim with hot chocolate and pink marshmallows. A Bucky specialty, nobody makes a hot chocolate like he does. It piques your interest, Head rising softly from Steve's shoulder. "Thought it might help calm you down a little. Gave you extra mashmallows." He passes the mug towards Steve, who takes it with a small, appreciative nod. "You call me if you need anything, okay?"
Finally, after what feels like hours, you crack a tiny smile. "Thank you, Buck.' The words are lisped, tainted by the presence of your thumb.
Steve's smile grows at the unprompted thank you. His good, sweet girl. So polite, so sweet.
The raven haired man beams brighter than ever before. "Any day, sweetheart."
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Headcanon meme
Jon Kent
- sad headcanon (don’t have the emoji for it)
- happy headcanon (don’t have the emoji for it)
☠️- angry/violent headcanon
❤️ -family headcanon
☮️- friendship headcanon
♦️- quirks/hobbies headcanon
☯️- likes/dislikes headcanon
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Sad Headcanon:
After a very rough mission for the Superfam, which involved Kryptonite, Krypto was severely injured and had a bunch of Kryptonite shards stabbed into his back, arms, and legs. The poor dog had to get medical help asap. Jon cried so hard about it, thinking he was going to lose him. He felt like it was all his fault for not protecting him well enough too, since he was the one who was actually with Krypto during his part of the mission.
Clark and everyone else tried to comfort him though and told him he's not the one to blame for any of this, especially since he was also pretty injured too by some of the Kryptonite bullets that were shot by enemies. Jon retorted that it wasn't as bad as Krypto's injuries though, so he should've been stronger for him, but later tried to understand that he's not at fault after some more comforting from the Superfam. Hours went by as Krypto was still being aided, and he was still asleep after all of it was done, so everyone decided that while he was healing, they would come back later in the morning to check up on him again.
At the Kent house, while everyone was already asleep during the late night, Jon couldn't fall asleep at all, so he sneakily went to go see Krypto and layed down next to the sleeping dog, cuddled him, and fell out like that. The rest of the Superfam came back to check up on Krypto like they had planned and saw the adorable sight of them both, along with a happy surprise as well. Jon soon woke up to Krypto giving him doggy kisses on the face and was instantly over joyed to see that the Super dog was finally awake and in a happy mood like usual too.
Jon gave him the biggest loving hug that he could and laughed with bright happiness in him. The rest of the Superfamily even joined in on it too, creating a wholesome family hug between them all. Jon, including everyone else, were so glad to see that their wonderful dog was doing okay again.
Happy headcanon:
One time, during the summer, Jon was going to a weekly science class for fun by himself, but Chris could see that he would've liked it if he had company with him, so he decided to join him. He felt it would be another great way for them to spend time with eachother and thought it would be pretty cool to learn some things about science too. Jon was very happy with this news once he brought it up to him and was very excited that he was gonna be able to share one of his biggest interests with someone. The classes were for five weeks and they both ended up having a lot of fun there together. Chris learned a lot of interesting stuff from Jon and that class and Jon got to enjoy everything so much more than he thoight he would. This bonding time of theirs was one of the greatest ones they've had together as siblings.
Angry/violent headcanon:
After hitting puberty at the early age of 15, Jon didn't expect for it all to be so much more difficult than what the normal experience is for humans. Both of his ears would literally turn into the color blue, making him have to usually wear headphones to cover them up while in public or wear a beanie over them during school time, he would get very itchy underneath both his feet and under arms all the time and would look strange in front of others who aren't his family and friends whenever he repeatedly kept having to try to scratch those areas. He would also grow little pink hairs on his neck as well that would shed off, grow, shed off and repeat, so he had to sometimes wear one of Lois' scarf to hide it. He would always get so angry and fustrated having to deal with all of these super strange and annoying symptoms of Kryptonian puberty and hated the fact that he couldn't even really do much about them either
The only thing that he got similar to human puberty were zits, which would sometimes unexpectedly pop up in the most obvious places on his face, his forehead, chin and cheeks, except they would be slightly bigger than normal small ones.
One time, after getting too many mean comments from bullies for a week at school, he decided to just be brave and pop them. Kara thankfully caught him though and stopped him before he could even do anything. She told him popping Kryptonian zits is the last thing he would want to do since the puss would actually just explode all over the room and create a big gross mess for him to clean up, which would only just make things worse. It's something she had to learn the hard way when she was a teen herself after only popping just one in her bathroom.
She did know a way to calm them down though, and that was with an old Kryptonian recipe that she was taught as a kid. She tried her best to find similar enough ingredients to recreate it again and made it for Jon. He loved the taste of it, which Kara was glad to hear and she even decided to have a plate with him too because of how delicious it is
As he was enjoying the special homemade meal with Kara, the rest of Superfam came into the room and joined them. After getting comfortable, each of them later talked with Jon about their own past experiences back when they had to deal with Kryptonian puberty before too, having lots of laughs about it together. Even Lois, despite her being human, also brought up the old embarrassing moments she had to go through as a young girl as well during puberty.
After hours of chatting together, Jon's zits became smaller like how Kara promised they would after having the meal, which made Jon even happier. Jon began to feel much more better than before about everything that had been happening to him lately and was glad that his family spent time with him that day, sharing their own humiliating stories to help him cope.
The only good thing about all of this, besides that comforting day from his family, was that these crazy affects didn't last too very long for him, only for three months and then he was able to feel normal and a lot more like himself again.
Family headcanon:
When they were a little older (around junior high age), Chris went through a really bad break up with some girl from school over the phone one time and it had ended with a big argument between them (one that was started by her). He was left crying alone in his room after it happened. Jon had heard and saw everything and went to go comfort him. He told his older brother that the girl he was going out with was pretty toxic anyways and that he should realize he deserves better. Chris agreed with him on that, but still couldn't stop thinking about everything since it was still very distressing for him.
So Jon decided to make it a brothers hang out night just for them both, so that Chris can forget about his ex. Jon made big bowls of ice cream sundaes for them both to enjoy, put a few of their favorite movies on to watch together while sitting on Chris' bed and talking about a bunch of their favorite stuff, played some video games with eachother after that and laughed loudly with one another through it all, and later fell asleep hugging eachother.
Lois and Clark saw them both asleep like this, feeling proud of their youngest for being such a good brother to Chris during a hard time like this, and pulled the covers over them to keep warm, kissing them both goodnight on the forehead.
Friendship headcanon:
One time while hanging out and having a sleepover in Kathy's tree house with her, Maya, and Damian, Jon and them were having fun making many art crafts with a bunch of art supplies they had in a bucket. Their worked on peices ended up getting stolen though by a raccoon who just jumped in and left. They chased after the animal together but ended up getting unexpectedly stink sprayed at. Kathy, who was pretty upsetted by this, used her telekinesis to just yank their stuff out of the grip he had on them with his mouth and he ran away. They all went up to the Kent house to get cleaned up and Lois couldn't believe what a complete mess they looked like once she opened the door to them, seeing all four of the kiddos with little branches sticking out all over their hairs, dirt stains on each of their clothes, and then the yucky strong smell that followed them too. She quickly told Clark to bring all of the tomato sauce they had and let the kids take their separate baths. It took a while, but they successfully got all cleaned up in the end and were able to have a laugh with eachother about the crazy situation while sleeping in Jon's room for the night. It's a hilarious memory that none of them forget.
Quirks/hobbies headcanon:
Bites his nails a lot, always brushes his bangs or other parts of his curly hair out of his face a lot and puts it behind his ears, uses a lot of emojis or emoticons to express himself through text more and whenever he doesn't do it, it's easy for his brothers and friends to tell that something is actually wrong with him. He also mixes his meals with other kinds of foods a lot, which most times creates very weird combinations, but he enjoys them since his Kryptonian taste buds actually tastes things differently compared to a humans
Likes/Dislikes headcanon:
Likes:
Science, playing video games with others instead of just by himself all the time (can either be by playing in multiplayer or just having someone by his side to enjoy it with), loves Sunflowers, playing in the farm with his brothers and Krypto, doodling silly stuff in his notebook during class sometimes, talking to Kathy about boys since its fun lol, painting his nails sometimes, being around family and friends, Spider-Man, building Lego sets, especially with his brothers or friends.
Dislikes:
Whenever Kon double dips in sauces that they're supposed to be sharing whenever they're eating out together, since it grosses him out (Kon usually does this on purpose cause he knows that Jon wouldn't want it after that), hates writing, watching scary movies, retying his sneakers again, so he always leaves the shoelaces tied when taking them off and just slips his feet out instead and pushes them back on when going out again.
Thanks for the asks!!! :D
Here's a Jon doodle as a part of the ask too btw since I think it's really cute!
#Jon kent#Jonathan kent#Jonathan samuel kent#Jon el#Damian wayne#Kathy branden#Maya ducard#Supersons#Clark kent#Lois lane#Chris kent#Krypto#Kara zor el#Superboy#Superfamily#Superfam#dc comics#tw injury#tw injuries
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How Does a Moment Last Forever (NCIS fanfic)
Rating: G
Word Count: 2014 (like the year Tali was born, get it?)
Summary: Snippets of life after "Family First." (or) How a shared love of movies helped Tony and Tali through their grief.
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If someone had told Tony DiNozzo a year ago that he would have the songs from almost every Disney movie memorized, along with a good chunk of the dialogue too, he would have probably referred them to Dr. Mallard to have their head examined.
As it turned out, though, being thrust into fatherhood without any warning, and with a child who spoke very little English, was a difficult adjustment. For everyone involved.
That’s where the Disney movies came in.
In the early days, when soothing his distraught daughter was as difficult as any highly sensitive operation he’d engaged in during his time as a federal agent, they were his lifeline. In fact, one of the first things he bought for their new apartment in Paris was a stack of DVDs a mile high, and a DVD player for their TV.
They played on repeat all day—and most of the night too. The colorful cartoons and cheerful singing were one of the only things that could quiet her tears and keep her mind occupied, if only for a little while. Tony didn’t mind them either. He had to acknowledge when a movie was good, even if it was made for kids. Plus, it gave him a moment to himself if he needed it. He held it together as much as was able, but there were times when he just couldn’t anymore. He was on his own, and he had to deal with it—for his own sanity, and for his daughter’s sake.
Many a night was spent on the couch together, Tali sitting with her legs outstretched before her while Tony laid his head in her lap. She liked to pat him on the head, her hands fidgeting with his short hair while her eyes remained transfixed on the screen. He’d watch her then, the reflection of the television in those wide eyes that reminded him so much of her mother.
Then other times, she’d ask to sit in his lap, or tucked into his side with a blanket and Kelev for added comfort. He treasured these moments, as painful as the beginning months were. Sometimes it struck him how odd it was that, in all honesty, they were just two strangers whose shared blood meant they were bonded for eternity. Bonded, also, in the loss they both had suffered.
There were nights, too, when it was clear that nobody was going to get a good night’s rest if he tried to force her to sleep in her own bed. Even laying in bed with him, she’d keep him awake with her sniffles, like she knew she needed to be quiet and didn’t want to wake him. Those nights, he found it easiest to camp out in the living room until Tali fell asleep on his chest, lulled to sleep by the animated characters singing at the lowest volume possible and the sound of her father’s steady heartbeat against her ear.
The day Tali said the word “dinglehopper” during lunch time, unprompted, Tony began to realize the learning potential of this routine they had adopted.
It was clear Tali loved the movies. He and his daughter were alike in that way. Tony often wondered if Ziva had been forced to reluctantly build a collection of DVDs herself, before everything happened. He wondered a lot of things.
But now it was more than just a comfort thing. Tali was learning English, far faster than she would with only Tony to teach her.
It started with her copying a few words, clearly not knowing the meaning but wanting to sing along, to the best of her ability. Tony would smile from the kitchen as he prepared dinner, listening to her croon in broken, staccato sounds that were almost real words. It wasn’t long before she was speaking basic sentences, and he cried the first time she called him “Daddy” instead of “Abba.”
By the ninth month of their being together, Tony was practically a new man. An expert on the plot of just about any kid’s movie under the sun, singer of silly kids’ songs, cuddler-extraordinaire… Would his friends back home even recognize him?
He hadn’t been lying, years ago, when he promised Tali’s mother that he would change with her, for her, if she asked him to. Maybe she hadn’t believed him. Maybe she thought it impossible. But now there was proof positive that he could, and would, and would do it again for the sake of his little princess.
For further evidence: just a couple months ago, Tony had found himself standing in a Parisian movie theater, dressed in a cheaply made costume of the Beast from Beauty and the Beast (sans fur, of course). Tali excitedly bounced up and down beside him, dressed in her own yellow ballgown as they waited in line for popcorn.
She had him wrapped around her finger, that was for sure. When he’d heard a live action version of the original was going to be released in theaters, he swallowed back his distaste for remakes and bought two tickets for opening day. He felt he owed an apology to their neighbors for the high-pitched squeal of delight that she emitted when he showed her the dress and his outfit and told her where they were going.
It had been a great day. One of the best, in fact. It brought back memories of going to the theater with his own mother, and he hoped Tali would remember this just as fondly someday.
When they got home, the soundtrack quickly found its way into their rotation. Tali was thrilled whenever Tony would bow and ask her to dance as the titular song played. She’d stand on his toes as they spun around in the living room, twirling and swaying to the music like the characters in the movie. That DiNozzo grin looked extra beautiful gazing up at him from her little face, eyes twinkling at him like he hung the moon.
But, beyond that, they were especially fond of one song in particular. It even sparked a new tradition, one which he thought had helped them both to cope and find peace in their difficult situation.
Funny how simple things had such profound effects sometimes.
“Daddy! Daddy! Sing the song!” Tali screeched, bounding up to him in her Moana jammies.
Tony blinked against the sudden burst of sound in their echoey kitchen, exaggeratedly sticking his finger in his ear. “Woah, Tali-girl, give your old Pops a second to finish putting the dishes away.”
He could have predicted her next words. “No, Abba, NOW!” she responded, grabbing his hand and tugging with all of her might.
Tony raised his eyebrows. “Don’t you ‘Abba’ me, you know I can never say no when you do that,” he said, tossing the towel he had been using for drying back on the counter.
“Now! Now!” Tali insisted.
Tony sighed, allowing himself to be pulled toward Tali’s small bedroom.
“Are you saying you’re ready for bed, then?” Tony asked. She knew very well that what she was asking for was part of their bedtime routine, so she had better be prepared to go straight to sleep if the answer was yes.
Tali seemed to think for a moment, then nodded emphatically.
“Alright then,” Tony conceded, throwing back the frilly pink and green covers of her small twin bed and plopping down. “You got Ima’s picture?”
Tali disappeared for a few seconds to grab the photograph off the living room bookshelf, returning at full-speed and leaping into Tony’s lap with it clutched between her fingers. He was lucky he wasn’t stabbed in the gut by the sharp corner of the frame this time. Grunting, he lifted her up and sat her beside him, where she promptly burrowed herself under the covers.
“Do you want to hold it, or should I?” Tony asked, and she thrust it in his direction, smiling from ear to ear.
“You, Daddy,” she said. It was times like this where her love for him shone so clearly in her eyes, that it nearly took his breath away. He would never forget to be grateful for getting to know this kind of love, even under the circumstances.
Tony accepted the frame, clearing his throat as he glanced down at his daughter, who was waiting expectantly for him to begin.
“You ready?”
She squeezed Kelev tight to her chest and nodded, nestling further into his side. “Uh-huh!”
Tony held the photo out in front of them, resting it above his knee so both he and Tali could see it. A moment captured in time, long before she was even a glint in their eyes.
“How does a moment last forever?” Tony crooned softly, “How can a story never die?”
Tali giggled quietly and grabbed on to Tony’s arm, her legs kicking happily under the covers.
“It is love we must hold on to,” Tony continued, wrapping his free arm around Tali, “Never easy, but we try.”
She nodded up at him, the words by now very familiar to her in both song, and in their more serious conversations about her Ima.
“Sometimes our happiness is captured. Somehow, a time and place stand still. Love lives on inside our hearts…”
Tali got to her knees, pressing her hand where her Daddy’s heart was, and he nodded in approval. Then her sweet little voice broke in, as it always did, to finish the song with him.
“And always will.”
Having finished the short lullaby, Tony set the photo down and brought a hand up to lightly pinch Tali’s chubby little cheek, earning an adoring grin from his number one fan.
“Ready for goodnight kisses?” Tony asked softly. Tali nodded eagerly and reached for the picture frame.
Tony watched as she brought it to her lips, placing a sloppy wet kiss on the glass above Ziva’s picture. She then held it out to him, and waited patiently for him to do the same.
“Night night, Ima!” she said, once they’d both kissed Ziva’s picture goodnight.
“In Hebrew, Tali,” Tony reminded her.
“Layla tov, Ima.”
“Now French.”
Tali laughed. “Daddy!”
Tony smiled down at her. “Okay, okay, now let’s get you to bed.” He stood, readjusting the covers around his baby girl before placing the photo of him and Ziva on her nightstand beside her.
“A kiss from me,” he said, bending to drop a kiss on Tali’s left cheek, “And a kiss from Ima.” He placed a second kiss on her right cheek, tousling her untamed curls playfully as he pulled back to shut the lamp off.
He could still make out her features from the light of the full moon coming through her curtains, and her mouth was curled in a soft, closed-lipped smile. He could hear her quiet but fairly rapid breathing, which combined with that particular smile was a sure sign that she was feeling some pretty big emotions, but was processing them well.
Her heart was simply filled to the brim with good feelings, having now completed the nightly ritual which she so loved, and her body just didn’t know what to do about it. He was proud of her. It was true what they said: kids were pretty resilient. And maybe he was biased, but he thought she had a remarkable emotional intelligence for someone her age, too.
It felt good to honor Ziva in this way, devoid of the typical sadness and longing. When this tradition had started, it took on its own unique form, different from the shape of grief he was used to. It had helped them both heal, even if the wounds could never be erased entirely.
He placed a hand on top of her head for a moment longer, gazing fondly down at her, and receiving an identical look in return. The covers were pulled up to her chin, and Kelev was in his usual place in the crook of her arm.
“Goodnight, sweet princess,” Tony whispered into the night.
Tali closed her eyes, burrowing into the pillow.
“Love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, Tali.”
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I hope I'm not missing anyone to tag! I should have been keeping notes of who asked to be added, but I am now, so let me know if you want on (or off!) my NCIS fic tag list!
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heart-shaped kisses part III
buns notes: Hi bunnies! This is my first fic after coming back on here so it may be a little short and rusty but I hope it’s still enjoyable
content Gorou/Alhaitham/Heizou x gender neutral reader. Fluff. Kissing. Neck kisses. English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes.
dark blogs, k!nk and ed blogs do not fucking interact or lose all your 50 50s🔪
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Gorou
Loml, light in my darkness, the cinnamon to my hot chocolate. Gorou I MISSED U SO MUCH *SMOOCH*
Your kisses are his precious little protection charm. A shield of love that gets cast whenever your lips meet his. He adores your kisses and needs a them every day before he leaves for his duty. If you’re still asleep by the time he leaves, which is most of the time because he likes to start early, he WILL wake you up. You’re not going to send the love of your life out there without some extra protecion right? Didn’t think so. Give him a kith. He becomes anxious and feels way too vulnerable when he hasn't received a kiss from you. He starts overthinking, worrying way more about what strategies to use, about the safety of his comrades, about you. All because he misses the presence of the lingering warmth and safety your kisses bring. Now he makes sure to always give you a goodbye kiss, for his protection and as a reminder, a promise to you that he will come back to you safe and sound<3
Alhaitham
God he's so fucking beautiful *cries*
Sometimes you feel like Alhaitham just enjoys seeing you become flustered and shy away from him. He always kisses you when you least expect it and with a passion that he didn't display before. It started by pulling you behind the bookcases in the library when you both studied at the Akademiya and showering you with soft kisses over your nose and cheeks until you were trying to silence your laughter because "Archons, Alhaitham, were in a library,"And try to push him off. Unless you put some actual strength behind your pushes as an indicator you actually want him to stop, he will keep on stealing kisses from you. the annoyed look you shoot him is adorable<3 He’s getting a headache from studying so much. Your kisses are the finest medicine against it. It's a fact. He did his research and did plenty of experimenting!
He will steal more kisses from you throughout the day, from your hands to your shoulders, neck, and to your cheeks, he’ll press sneaky kisses to whatever area is most near and exposed to him. It's like little sparks of love shoot through your skin when his lips meet yours and you can't help pulling him back for more<3
Heizou
He can read you like a book. From your body language and the look in your eyes alone, he can tell whenever you want to kiss him. So he’s prepared and ready to respond immediately once your lips meet his. If he does see some hesitation coming from you or you’re too shy to ask him for a kiss, don't worry, he'll help you out. If the love of his life wants a kiss, they're getting a kiss. No matter what he’s doing. He always has enough time for you, even when he's busy reading through case files, he’s always open to receiving and giving a little love. If anything it helps him focus better. So when you want to kiss him and you don’t, either a soft kiss is given to you as he gently grabs your hand and brings you to him or he'll starts complaining about how difficult the current case is to coax you out. even though he is literally the best detective in Inazuma
“I can't concentrate on these files, agh if only there was someone around me who could help me focus, maybe by an act of true love? OH POOR ME-
I'M COMING HEIZOU!
Heizous kisses are comforting and sweet. His kisses never fail to leave you warm and fuzzy all over. They’re like a delightful dream that makes you wish you could drift back to sleep to continue where you left off<3
Thank you for reading bunnies!<3
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Osamu is the mighty boss of Onigiri Miya, resourceful, confident, efficient, a leader who takes no shit from horrible customers and will face unexpected problems head on. But sometimes, running a restaurant is so stressful. He was having a bad day, plagued by stress and pressure of servicing customers, keeping track of products and finances and employees on time. Even on his mind, he wonders and calculates and thinks how his business can be more successful and how to avoid losses. The next day, he broke down upon discovering he forgot to wash his laundry.
He woke up early, before Suna. As usual, before making breakfast, he would check his chores and the state of the house. Not that he didn't complete them the day before-
A basket of 2-weeks worth of dirty laundry, which he had promised himself to deal with yesterday.
God, was he so stuck up with dealing with restaurant problems? How could he forget such an important chore? Now how would he have clothes in store to wear? He already woke up hung-over with light sleep, and his forgetfulness of yesterday might just kill him.
He doesn't cry, he swear. Atsumu only saw him cry when they were kids. Osamu would shrug it off and move on, solving the problem as quick as possible before having a quick lunch and open Onigiri Miya on time.
And it feels so difficult. Waking up at 5, driving one hour to the city center, and opening the shop at 6, then go home at 11 to his husband at 12. His employees wonder how the boss could keep up such a scary lifestyle, and right now, Osamu wonders it too.
Meanwhile, Suna found himself lacking Osamu's warmth in the bed, and got up to find him. It was no surprise Osamu would wake up early and leave Suna completely in deep sleep. But he'd always kiss him before going to work silently.
Suna went outside, to see Osamu sitting and staring at the laundry. Chests heaving. Osamu was distressed. As he got closer to Osamu, he realized the man was crying silent tears. He wouldn't look up at Suna, but Suna knew.
But Suna was terrified too. For the first time Suna could recount, Osamu cried. He had never noticed him crying before, even though Osamu often asks him for comfort when he's down. Suna had doesn't know how to comfort someone when crying, and he's afraid he might hurt Osamu. But he has to do something, because he cannot let him cry like that.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I have to get ready for work."
"No. Really what's wrong? If it's about the laundry then I can do it for you. No need to beat yourself over that."
Suna shook his shoulders. Voice full of confidence. Not what he often does to comfort Osamu. Even holding Osamu's hands in his to maximize the effect.
"Fine. It's stress. Running the restaurant's hard, you know?"
"Then take a day off. Relax. I don't want you to cry again. Go to sleep, and you'll feel better after that."
"Promise?" Osamu looked up at him in teary and weary eyes.
Suna wasn't sure what he said was true, but he has to go through it. He wants to believe in it too.
"Promise."
"Thanks Rin, but I gotta go to work. They need me."
Suna guess he couldn't keep Osamu with him for too long before he'd be back at the restaurant, his work, his passion.
"But come back early, yeah. I want you to have a good night sleep." He said, dejectedly. He thought Osamu could stay with him and relax and take a day off work.
"Promise." Osamu wiped his tears, simply smiled and kissed Suna on the forehead as usual before leaving work. Now that's the familiar kiss before he goes to work. Suna went back to bed and tried to continue his sleep.
Osamu cries few tears, and for a few times. But he knows how to bounce back and carry on, with the right support. And one day, when the business gets better, he could allocate more time to his home and Sunarin.
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons#suna rintarou#miya osamu#sunaosa#established relationship#they live in the same house#idk what I'm even writing#I'm so sleepy rn#got this idea from twitter even though twitter does it better than me#so credits to luxrayfics I guess#mini fanfic#I guess
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Jan Kilbride Fairchild musings
Because I've been writing him more lately and wanted to put this down somewhere. These are just personal headcanons for RP stuff, really.
• Jan grew up with parents who didn't really plan or want a child, so they provided only the 'necessary'; no need for birthday parties or Christmas, with the 'You already have toys, buy whatever else you want with your allowance'
• While quite smart, his is Very Blond and can be dense about feelings and emotional stuff (mostly directed at him/his own). If someone's crushing on him, they're going to have to tell him directly or show him how they feel.
• Smart, and by secondary school he realized how his parents were compared to those of the others at school. He compromised with some things, enjoying friend's birthdays and wishing happy holidays to people but never got into participating. To the point that, as an adult, he just took on the holiday hours and spent any vacation time at his home.
• As he got older, some of the most simple of affections had drawn him in. He's got some questionable exes that not only taught him some life lessons, but he would rather not talk about them. His first love is space, after all, so he can move on and hope for something better.
• In this AU, he became an avatar of the Vast and eventually was tucked into the Fairchild fold by Simon. His particulars have to do with gravity and space, with fears like falling/floating into the sky and not having anything close enough to grab on to. He also could instill the feeling of insignificance to the universe at how small and not even a breath to the things out there so much larger than them. He's still a baby avatar and learning what he can do, what works best for him, and how to bend his version of Sky Blue- The Void- to suit his needs.
• Growing up with an interest in science, it was a primary school teacher that got him into space. Since then, his allowance has gone into books, magazines and even his first little telescope. He did get a bunch of glow in the dark stars to stick on his ceiling but his parents refused to allow him to do that, so he stuck them to his school things and had them until they fell off.
• Jan would make a great housewife, keeping things clean and tidy and also a decent cook. It helped up on the Daedalus and would be perfect for having roommates (Maybe Manuela and Carter). He's chatty, however, and a bouncing golden retriever of a man who also cries pretty easily, so someone would probably need to help care for him emotionally.
• After the events of the Daedalus, Jan has hearing aids for both ears and a difficulty walking at times. Like he can never quite get used to normal gravity anymore, even as he can control his own. When he's super 'hungry' and hadn't taken on enough fear, he feels heavy and can't move as easily. It started a little before he became an avatar, but intensified after and he has to watch where he's going.
• Without his hearing aids in, Jans brain fills in the sound void with the sound of the Titan. Though it's just a memory of the noise, the Titan essentially sings him to sleep or comforts him when he has to have his hearing aids out for loud things or when it rains.
• Along with the gravity issue, he gets lost in staring up at the stars a little too easily. Sometimes he can be found somewhere up high just stargazing and totally not paying attention at all to his surroundings. This has gotten him in trouble a few times, but others he's had Mike Crew or Manuela to hang out with him and enjoy them too.
Space man. Man space man. Vastard Jan my baby boy. Gertrude did not get her hands on this one, nor should she ever. She might find it difficult to because he keeps close company with a lot of people who would protect him.
#jan Kilbride#jan fairchild#tma#tma fan content#roleplay musings#the magnus archives fanwork#tma multiverse
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From the Dining Table (Daniel Ricciardo)
Even when you and Danny broke up months ago, you can't avoid ending up with him each time you see. Angst + Smut.
From the Dining Table by Harry Styles.
Note: Requested. I'm sorry if it took too long. It's difficult to write about songs sometimes (I will only accept songs if I like them, btw) (PIC)
Warnings: +18. Brief descriptions of sex scenes. Alcohol consumption.
When he opened his eyes, reality hit him.
Your hands around his neck. The movement of your hips as you rode him slowly, just like he liked it. The curve of your chest and the shape of your waist. He could even feel your teeth leaving those deep purple marks on his chew right over his heart. He could taste you on his lips.
It was a dream. He was in the States and you were at home. But most important. You weren't his anymore.
He groaned and turned in bed, painfully hard on his underwear. What was he expecting? The dream had been so real he could have even come untouched. A cold shower could make it.xxxxx
He went there and opened the water. It fell over his black curls and he sighed. He couldn't belive how much he missed you. How much he missed sharing this with you. The vivid image of you two together under the shower for the last time came to his mind. Nothing had happened yet. You were still happily together.
He remembered how you knelt in front of him, how sweetly you smiled when he brushed your lips. He remembered the way your eyes closed shut as you took him deep in your throat. The moans you made as you blowed him were the thing he loved the most.
And there he found himself, forehead against the cold wall, warm water falling on his shoulders and his hand around the painful hard on. He tried to think of someone else, the girl he fucked last week or the one who kept sending nudes to him. No. They weren't you.
Woke up alone in this hotel room
Played with myself, where were you?
Fell back to sleep, I got drunk by noon
I've never felt less cool
The beer was empty, it was past midnight and there weren't more. The last one. He was pissed drunk but he kept thinking of you.
.......................................
You didn't expect to find him in Monaco. Max told you he barely lived in there anymore. Not since... Max didn't finish the sentence. You didn't need him to.
Daniel was leaning against the bar, there was a girl next to him. She was pretty. Not his type though. You well knew what his type was. You well knew that he only had eyes for you. And as he took a sip from his drink, you walked to him. You leaned on the bar next to him, almost ignoring his figure. He is watching you.
Daniel loved you so fucking much. You looked perfect. Make up and hair on point and just how you loved it. The dress was new, he thought he had never seen it before. He felt jealous of the person who would take it off you later that night.
Daniel was waiting. You were the one who left. You were the one who cut things if after that last fight. You were the one who cried and felt hurt although you had been just as bad as him. He really had nothing to say. He had said it all that night.
We haven't spoke since you went away
Comfortable silence is so overrated
Why won't you ever be the first one to break?
Even my phone misses your call, by the way
You turned your face to him and smiled. Oh boy, how much you missed his soft eyes.
There was still something there. Two months later you could both feel it. Nothing had changed.
"How are you?" He finally gave up. He couldn't have you there, a millimetre away from him, and not say anything.
"I'm... Fine." You said. "How are you, Dan?"
"I've been better" He chuckled and drank from his beer.
You felt that sting on your heart. He won't hide it, not from you.
"Yeah... It's not easy"
He waited. Just say it. I'll have you back if you say it, YN.
Two days after the disastrous break up, he had reached to you. He wasn't expecting to make up the fight and go back to you. He just had this knot on his throat and needed to tell you how sorry he was. He didn't got the same back.
"It's not" He said as you did say those words. Michael keep telling him to move on from you. He had to keep leaving. What you two had was over. You didn't even want to admit you were sorry, how could you even want to get back to him? "It's not easy"
You bit your lip. It hurt so bad to see him like this. He was pure sunshine and now... You broke him. And you did it on purpose.
"I miss you" He said. Michael would definitely punhc him after this.
You looked at him and fuck. You missed him too. You missed him so bad. But this was what you got for treating him like shit, for behaving like a teen and not solve your problems with him. For running away.
It happened fast. You hands curled around his face and soon you were kissing.
Once on his apartment, he fuck you hard and deep. He wrapped his fingers around your neck and made you look at him in the eyes. He wanted toake you break first. He wanted the first I still love you to come out of you.
He kissed you deep and whispered in your ears, he had you under his spell. You were all moans ans whimpers. You missed him so much.
"Danny"
"Yes, tell me" He said pulling you leg up higher. The new spot he reached made you moan high.
"I'm gonna cum. I'm gon a cum Danny"
He groaned.
"Tell me you miss me." He pleaded while looking at your face.
But you couldn't. The orgasm washed over you. You grabbed into him, fingers digging on his skin and surely leaving marks. He came soon after, gasping for air and looking for your lips. He sealed them on a kiss. It tasted like glory, like the good old times, those memories you had with him. Then he pulled back and looked into your eyes.
Daniel brushed your nose with his. How could he let you go now? Then you reached to caresse his face and he had to pull away. This was a mistake.
A mistake that repeated after you two found each other in London for a birthday party. He fucked you on his car, parked in the middle of nowhere like when you had just started dating.
Then you made another mistake in Monaco after the race, Max had invited you to a yacht and Daniel was obviously at the party too. The toilet was a small cabin and it was uncomfortable as hell, but you soon find yourself laughing as he fucked you. It was so warm. Just like it was before. And he adored you. He could barely let you go once you opened the door to leave.
The biggest one was when he found you on Monaco. He was on a quick run to the supermarket and you were on your way home, your apartments were close.
"Hey"
"Hi, Daniel"
"How are you?" It felt weird to ask. Only a few weeks ago you had been together.
"Good. I think I'm getting a promotion"
And his smile grew so big.
"OH come here, I knew you would"
He hugged you and you closed your eyes. You missed him. You missed him like mad. There is when you made the mistake.
"Do you wanna... I don't know. Come home or something?"
"What?"
"We can open a bottle of wine"
He nodded and bit his lip.
Two cups were enough to loose a bit. Before even pouring the third, you were already on his lap. And it was probably the best sex you had since you broke up.
It happened once on the sofa. You were both too impatient to go somewhere else. His hands were everywhere and his lips left marks all over your chest. He still had his trousers down on his thighs as you rode him deep and slowly. Just as you had missed it, you let your hands wander over his hair and neck. And it was awesome.
Then in your bedroom. Daniel laid you facedown on the mattress and with all his body pressed down on yours, he fucked you until you had tears in your eyes. You had a smile on your face and he turned you around and kissed your lips.
In moments like those, Daniel forgot you weren't his anymore. He forgot you haven't been together for months. He forgot you weren't his girlfriend anymore. He was just there. He loved you and he showed on the best way he knew. He forgot it wasn't supposed to happen and how you were still so stubborn to even say you were sorry. He forgot about that last fight, cruel words and tears. He forgot about how you pushed him away, screamed at his face and then left.
Meanwhile, you felt like you couldn't breathe. He was hugging you, playing with your hair and kissing your face like he used to. And you felt like shit. It had been you. What started like a normal argument between you two, something you were disagreeing about, ended like the worst fight ever in your relationship. You ha exploded. You didn't even know where those feelings were coming from. You just knew you were frustrated, the whole situation about his seat had been tiring you a lot. You threw it all on him. He got angry and you for even angrier, and then you started talking. Your pride was big. You said horrible things and ended up breaking down. Then he tried to at least tell you he was sorry and you? You just ignored him. Now you felt like you didn't deserve this care. You didn't deserve his hand on your hair and his lips on your cheek.
Daniel stayed for the night. He left early in the morning after saying goodbye with a kiss and smiling at you like he used to. You dreamt about him. About him going for a run and coming back to you. About him being there when you woke up getting something nice for breakfast. But he wasn't. You only found silence in your empty apartment.
...
Daniel knew about you only a few weeks later. Scotty had told him you had talked a bit. He mentioned some Mark guy. He said you were together there doing groceries. Daniel felt as if his friend had stabbed him in the heart.
But it was worst when he saw Mark. Because he knew him. You worked together. Daniel had had dinner with him. He knew Mark and he didn't like him. And at that moment Mak was in front of him on the street, close to your apartment and too early in the morning wearing one of his t-shirts. Not one of his merch t-shirts. Daniel remembered well that one. It was his. You loved it and he ended up gifting it to you because you loved it so much for sleeping. You always said you felt so warm and comfortable with it and didn't miss him that much if you were wearing it. Why the fuck was Mark wearing it then? He had never felt something like that. It was more than jealousness, more than anger. He didn't know what to do with himself. For a moment, he wanted to cross the street and punch Mark in the face. For a moment he wanted to run to your flat and scream right in your face. The shirt was his and he had given it to you. Only for you to wear it, not for Mark to walk around Monaco with it.
He thought of what Michael would tell him and took deep breaths, then he changed the playlist and chose something hard, some hard rock and turned the volume too loud. His ears kind of hurt, but he didn't care.
Daniel was going to cross the street and his eyes found Mark's, he smiled and lifted his hand. Mark was a dick and was only interested in his racing. He prayed for him to not wanted to talk. But well, he wasn't the luckiest man recently.
"Hey mate!" Mark had the nerve to hug him.
"Hi"
"I was with YN just like ten minutes ago"
Daniel gave him a tight smile.
"She is doing really well"
"I know" Daniel spat. He wanted to show Mark that he wasn't completely gone. He was still there.
"Yeah" Mark nodded "She told me she had seen you a while ago"
"Yeah, a couple of weeks ago" Daniel wasn't sure if that was correct, but well, Mark didn't have to know that.
"She is amazing. You should see her at work. With the new job... She is one in a million"
"I know, Mark. I always told her she would get there."
"Yeah... Pretty special woman"
Daniel wanted to tear that shirt off him. And it wasn't only the shirt. Mark wearing that shirt probably meant he had spent the night with you. He didn't have clean clothes and yours didn't fit him.
Daniel was angry because Mark had his shirt and his girl. He hated him. He wanted you back. He wanted to wake up next to you wearing only that shirt. He wanted to run his hands over your body and hear you wake up with soft giggles.
I saw your friend that you know from work
He said you feel just fine
I see you gave him my old t-shirt
More of what was once mine
I see it's written, it's all over his face
...
Daniel was looking at you and you felt weak. Again, another party, another drunk feeling of longing and wanting. You fought yourself but lost. You felt stupid as you walked to him. His hand found your waist immediately, but he didn't say anything. He would wait for you to speak. And you almost scream. Why was he looking at you like that? Why was he so quiet? Daniel wasn't a quiet man. Why do those brown eyes want from you?
You couldn't speak. You couldn't find the right words. You were just drunk after all. Still a coward too.
Comfortable silence is so overrated
Why won't you ever say what you want to say?
Even my phone misses your call, by the way
Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too
Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too
Maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that you're sorry too
But you, you never do
And watching how you still didn't speak, he opened his mouth. He regretted it later at home, but he was furious when he spoke.
"How is Mark?"
You gasped.
How did he know about Mark?
You didn't say anything.
"We have the same size, right?"
You blinked the tears away. He had seen him. You had felt horrible watching MArk wearing that t-shirt. It was yours and you had asked him to bring it to work the next day. It didn't smell the same though. It didn't feel as warm as it did before. You hated yourself for that, but Mark had gotten wine on his shirt and had nothing to wear the morning after. You had called him Daniel while he was fucking you. You felt the worst but he had just played silly. He didn't mention it.
Daniel didn't know what he was expecting from you. But he saw your teary eyes and something in him broke.
"Nothing to say?"
"No" You said and brushed a tear away. "What do you want me to say? That I fuck guys as a single woman does?"
ouch. He groaned and turned around, his hand falling from your waist. You felt cold. Daniel drowned the two shots he had waiting for him at the bar.
"Have fun being single, YN" He said before leaving.
You felt your knees shaking.
One hour later, you were watching him with a girl on his lap. You had never felt worst.
...
Daniel opened his eyes and looked around. The sun was too bright.
"Fuck..." He groaned.
He looked down and saw Samantha's hand on his abdomen. He looked at the woman sleeping next to him. Her hair, her nose, her eyes... He was an idiot. He was the worst.
Woke up the girl who looked just like you
I almost said your name
She opened her eyes and smiled. Without saying even good morning, she kissed him deeply, her tongue roaming around his mouth and pulling a groan out of him. He turned his mind off and pushed down on the bed. He thought of you while he kissed down her throat. He thought of you while he pulled her hair. He didn't open his eyes much. He did to her all the things you loved. He almost says your name when she made her come because in his mind it had been you.
Danny felt like shit right after. He walked out on the balcony only wearing his boxers and looked far. He felt so lost in his thoughts. He wanted you back. He needed you back. You two were made for each other, you were just too stubborn.
Then Samantha came out of the bathroom and hugged him. She smelled like his soap. She kissed his back and Danny groaned.
"You have to leave"
"What?"
"it was fun, but you have to leave"
She pulled away and he turned around.
"You are a fucking prick, Daniel Ricciardo"
"I am, yes."
She stormed out and changed quickly. Soon he was watching her walking away in the street. Samatha deserved better.
Daniel learnt from Scotty again that you had travelled to London early in the morning and he felt miserable. You were further away every second it passed. He saw it all so far.
What he didn't know is that without him, Monaco felt too much. It didn't feel like home anymore and you were feeling how he was slipping away from you. You needed to be away and think.
It took too long for him. He was desperate. But you found each other once more. You looked different. You had changed your hair. The first thing he told you was that you looked beautiful.
All these weeks away had made you change. You weren't the same, but you felt better.
"Do you want t grab some dinner?" You asked with a smile.
Daniel almost said no. This had happened before. And for what? For you to part ways again in the morning.
"Okay"
You went to his flat and ate Japanese food together. Then with a cup of wine and your legs on his lap, you talked about the job, about the big things you were doing and about his problems. Just as you did before. Just as it was when you were together.
You knew you had things to talk about to be back together. But you couldn't bring yourself to speak. Not when he was looking at you with so much happiness.
It was 1 am when you got up and said it was late. Daniel move fast and grabbed your waist. He couldn't let you go, he was feeling at home again.
"Stay"
You didn't need more. The first kiss that night felt like home, like a warm shower after a cold day. You almost cry when he pulled back.
That night was different from the others. It was slow and tender. You were both sweaty and sticky, on the edge of extasis for too long, leaving marks everywhere and barely breathing. It was mindblowing. Your feelings felt huge and made you feel small in his arms.
We haven't spoke since you went away
Comfortable silence is so overrated
Why won't you ever say what you want to say?
Even my phone misses your call
We haven't spoke since you went away
Comfortable silence is so overrated
Why won't you ever say what you want to say?
Even my phone misses your call, by the way
But Daniel woke up alone that morning. He punched a pillow in anger. He screamed and pulled his hair. He thought he had you back after that night. He thought you were his again and you would wake him up with soft kisses on his face.
Daniel called for a sick day. Michael complained. "YN was here yesterday, she spend the night and disappeared in the morning" Michael didn't say anything more. He understood. He had been with Daniel through everything.
But when Daniel was already deep on The Office Season 3 and had just eaten ice cream and pizza, he heard the phone. It was on the floor, it had fallen and he didn't bother to pick it up.
He saw your name on the screen and his heart skipped a beat.
"Hello" He said when he pressed the answer button. His voice was hoarse from barely speaking that day.
"Hey, Dan... Um...I'm sorry I left early this morning. I had a meeting and I completely forgot last night. I just..." You talked about the meeting and how hectic the day had been.
Danny could hear your nervous breath on the other side. He just waited.
"I just wanted to tell you that... I'm sorry." You paused "For everything I've said and done. I'm sorry, Dan. I didn't tell you last night because everything was so perfect and... I didn't want to fuck it up"
You bit your lip and looked down at your feet. You had tears in your eyes. You wished you had done it sooner.
"I know, love. I know." Danny said with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes "I'll be here waiting for you. Actually... I have been waiting for a while. Just... Just come home, okay?"
"Okay" You answered with a smile.
Uffff the feels... I hope you liked it and this made up to your expectations!
No second part, though.
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Helluva Boss characters (you don’t have to do all of them, just the ones you want!) have a surprised visit from Mother(/Grandma if we’re counting Loona and Octavia)!Reader-
Platonic headcanons Mother
🐺 Loona x fem!Reader📱
Loona was often annoyed that Blitzø treated her like she was a child, but she had a relative whom she forgave for such an attitude. That relative was you. You were Blitzø's mother and Loona's grandmother. You and your son rarely saw each other because of his work, but you always had time for Loona. You especially loved to arrange unexpected visits when Blitzø was not at home
When you made unexpected visits, you always brought with you various goodies, like pie or homemade cookies. You liked to pamper your granddaughter with various gifts. For you, Loona was a child who needed attention and care. You loved her even though she wasn't your own granddaughter. You were always ready to listen to Loona and give her advice, sometimes telling her stories from the time when you were the same age as her
Loona understood that you were avoiding Blitzø on purpose. She did not know the reason for this, but there was clearly some kind of misunderstanding between you and your son, because of which you practically did not communicate. She didn't interfere, but sometimes she thought it would be nice if you could meet and spend time with the whole family. She didn't tell Blitzø or you about it. She didn't want to make things awkward with her request
Despite the fact that Loona was not your own granddaughter, you considered her part of your family. You didn't think you'd ever have grandchildren, so when you found out that your son adopted Loona, you were happy. Even though you didn't see her when she was just a child, it didn't stop you from taking care of her and taking care of her as you once took care of your own children
🦉 Stella x fem!Reader 👑
Stella's life was a difficult time. Her husband cheated on her and her daughter turned away from her. She was very upset and when you came to her, she only strained harder. There has always been a rather strained relationship between you and Stella. You were an aristocrat and spent a lot of time and effort raising your daughter, you arranged her marriage with Stolas. You rarely visited your daughter, but when you found out about what happened, you decided to visit her
Stella was genuinely surprised that you didn't actually find fault with everything in a row as you did before. You were softer. You were drinking tea alone and there was an awkward silence between you until Stella broke down. She asked in raised tones why you came and if the purpose of your visit was to reproach her for not being able to keep her husband, then she won't even listen to you. To Stella's even greater surprise you didn't say anything but just hugged her
You gently hugged your daughter while she cried, burying her face in your shoulder and squeezing the fabric of your dress on the back. You whispered words of comfort to her, hoping to help her a little and cheer her up. You didn't blame your daughter for her husband cheating on her. All your anger was directed solely at Stolas. You knew that she tried very hard, that her family was happy
Despite the fact that you used to be strict with Stella, you loved her and wanted only the best for your daughter. You decided to stay at their house for a while to help your daughter. You weren't going to make scandals, you just wanted someone in the house who would be on Stella's side and be able to support her when she could no longer contain her pain
🦉Octavia x fem!Reader 🌌
It was hard for Octavia when there was a rift in their family because of her father's infidelity. She didn't want to be in the center of their conflict, so she decided to leave her parents' house at least for a while. That's why she left a note to her parents and ran away to your house. You were Octavia's paternal grandmother. You doted on your granddaughter and were glad even though her visit was quite unexpected
Octavia had her own room in your house, so she was able to stay with you overnight without any problems. In the morning, instead of her constant screams, she heard light music from the dining room. She was already waiting for a delicious breakfast and you, her grandmother, asked her if she slept well and what she would like to do today. Octavia was happy to spend time in a relaxed atmosphere. She was glad that at last she didn't have to listen to her parents swear
In the conflict that arose, you did not take sides with anyone. You understood that your son had done wrong, but you did not openly support either side of the conflict. It bothered you more that Octavia had to watch this and choose between her father and her mother
You were ready to let Octavia stay in your house until her parents came to some kind of solution to the conflict that had arisen. You took care of Octavia even though she was already a teenager. You understood that she was just a child who was forced to see her parents quarrel and wants to hide from it. You were ready to give her a much-needed shelter so that she could relax at least for a while and forget about what awaits her on her return home
#Helluva Boss#Helluva Boss x Reader#Helluva Boss headcanons#Loona#Loona x Reader#Stella#Stella x Reader#Octavia#Octavia x Reader
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heyy! could i request clem & vi with comforting reader who has a breakdown? thankss :) love ur works <3
How Would: Clementine & Violet React to Their S/O Having a Breakdown?
A/N: Wasn't sure if you wanted them together or separated, so I just settled with separating them. Let me know if you were wanting something else!
SUMMARY: How would Clementine and Violet react to you having a breakdown?
WARNINGS: Swearing, talks of mental breakdowns.
WORD COUNT: 864
CLEMENTINE
It’s difficult trying to figure out what to do when she second-handedly experiences a breakdown of yours. I think it’s a natural human emotion to feel a sense of guilt, because one feels they can’t really do a whole lot when it comes to pulling someone out of that state of stress. Sure, she’s helped AJ whenever he struggled with his PTSD or nightmares, but everyone was different. Maybe he liked being held and touched, because it showed that someone was there with him, there to keep him safe and protected from any possible harm. Maybe you were different with how you liked to be comforted in those vulnerable moments. She acknowledges that not everyone wants to be soothed in the same way.
Whether you were or weren’t similar to AJ, Clementine still would make it a necessity to ask what you need. Of course, she never wants to overwhelm you, so she’d more than likely time her questions right, but nonetheless, her end goal is to make you feel better, and she’s determined to succeed in doing so. If you do want physical contact, then she’ll gently pull you into her arms and hold you against her. A tight hold, light hold, or a secure one. Whatever type of squeeze you want from her, she’ll do it. In the end, all she wants is for you to be okay. Hearing your cries and sobs always makes her heart break into pieces. She understands the pain you’re going through, even if she hasn't personally been through something similar. She will sympathize, and make you feel valid all the while.
The brunette never realizes it until after the fact, but she naturally turns maternal when it comes to comforting people. She assumed it must have been because of AJ, and how she raised him from infancy, all the way up to a young boy. Unconsciously, she coddles you a little bit after you settle down from a breakdown. She becomes very attentive, offering to get you stuff that you probably don’t even want or need, or even just sticking to your side and making sure you’re feeling one hundred percent before leaving you alone. She also ends up wanting to be the one to hold you the next few nights after, or even longer, depending on how you’re doing after everything. If her behavior starts to feel overbearing, though, and you end up letting her know, she’ll totally back off and give you space.
Reluctantly, though. She can get kind of clingy.
VIOLET
Violet already sees herself as someone who isn’t much of a feelings person. She doesn’t like to be vulnerable with her own emotions, which would naturally cause her to not know what to do in a situation where you’re possibly dealing with a breakdown. She does try, though. More often than not, she’d probably internally hype herself up, before moving in and trying to bring you down from the overstimulating emotions she assumes you’re feeling. If the both of you are in public when you experience it, she’ll find herself guiding you away and to a more private area of the school. She makes sure to keep her hands to herself of course, but if you don’t mind being touched in the moment, then she’ll gently push you onward and to another area of the school.
When she comforts you, it consists of her threatening to beat your feelings ass, as if it’s an actual person. Sometimes you wonder if she’s being serious, even if her tone sounds a little lighthearted. The furrow of her eyebrows definitely makes it seem like she’s fully meaning what she’s saying. It does earn a small smile from you, nonetheless, because you know that’s her way of trying to get you to feel better. That’s not her only method of coaxing you towards a better state of mind, however. When you’re not as affected by your overstimulating emotions, she’ll grab your hands and rub her thumbs along the back of your palms, until you show to her that you’re fine with more physical contact. She understands that not everyone wants the closeness of another when they’re going through something so jarring, so she treads carefully, because she doesn’t want to make you panic even more.
Violet’s just very very soft with you. Gentle, but tentative, at the same time. Her quiet voice soothes you when she’s talking you down from a breakdown, and her hugs match that of a blanket that had just been pulled out of a dryer. Because of her natural aloofness, most of the kids around Ericson would never expect her to act in such a way, but you’re one of the few people she ever shows that type of behavior to. Unconsciously too, she becomes way more protective of you after the fact. Anytime anyone in the school says something that she knows might trigger you, she calls them out. She’s very passionate about you, and the moment someone doesn’t take into account that there are certain things you may find triggering, she gets upset.
She just loves you a lot. And she thinks that people should feel the same way about you, too.
Little bit shorter than other posts that are similar. Things have been a bit hectic as of late, so apologies for the lack of posts and updates.
Also, thanks for 20 followers! 'Preciate you guys!
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F-Gongon Headcanons (YAHOOOOOO!!!)
He/It (Don't let this fool you its cishet).
Compared to the normal Gongon's proud, hearty, and protective nature, he's a lot more cynical, blunt/harsh, and closed off. He still keeps the protectiveness though, but strictly only for one specific someone.
Is Gongon's ancestor but neither realize it. What they do know is that they hate each other and will bicker often.
Fights with his descendant can get violent fast because F-Gongon is extremely emotionally vulnerable kinda like Space Ex Husband cranked up by 100000x. It's a miracle F-Gongon hasn't actually fucking killed Gongon yet.
Moves slower than normal Gongon and has jankier motor skills but can drive really well and had to get its kart taken away from it cause going fast feels alarmingly amazing and he's gotten arrested for speeding on multiple occasions. And vehicular manslaughter.
GTTNG NY FRM F LTTR R TXT FRM HM S RLLY NNYNG SNC H WRTS ND TYPS LK THS
(Getting any form of letter or text from him is really annoying since he writes and types like this).
Was reanimated by Dr Bad Boon and worked for him for a while as another henchman before escaping and being found by Yanyan in Adventure Forest.
Adventure Forest makes it feel all sorts of difficult emotions he can't properly put into words. These woods feels unwelcoming. Dangerous. And vaguely comforting.
Resents Bad Boon so much for how it was treated working for him as well as the fact that a freak like it was awoken in the first place. But also tends to pick up traits from Bad Boon and act in ways it normally wouldn't (Usually as an unconscious[?] defense mechanism.)
No but like he's pathetic but also just. Not a good person. Your Father's Son core type bitch. Dude has murdered a plenitude of rodents just out of boredom. Also killed someone else like years ago but we'll get to that. Will he kill any more monkeys at any point in the future? Maybe (Yes).
The heavy shocks reanimating him combined with the bolt in its head have heavily loosened its eyes, so you can shake him up or knock him around and they'll be in different positions. Sometimes even fall out. The way I typically draw him is what it believes to be the closest he can get to "properly" locking them in place.
Absorbs electricity when shocked with it (naturally as he's powered with it) but if he's gotten too much it sort of enters a drunken state where it becomes loopy and a lot more open and has to be put in a safe place so he doesn't injure itself or others.
He doesn't need to sleep but he can. Sometimes when visiting W-Meemee it'll just curl up in her bed and fall fast asleep. It has the ability to dream but that won't occur super often.
W-Meemee... oh, where to begin. The kindest monkey he's ever met. The one who was there for him at its worst. And isn't too rowdy and energetic to handle. It'd give the world to be her partner. He just needs to get the words out.
Um. um. I have something silly to say. Little spoon :3
When he cries, the eye on the grey side of his face will tear up more than the yellow side.
Adores butterflies and also highly envies them. It wishes he could be a beautiful butterfly and fly away from his problems. Its taking this to the second grave.
P-Yanyan often bullies him.
Was good friends with Su k'Su (Kenrai) before killing her after a dispute and running off never to be seen again. He has no memory of this but she sure does.
Being around her makes it very uncomfortable in a way it can't describe. Why does W-Meemee keep bringing her around. Why are they roommates. Who even knows.
Kenrai sends him anon hate on Super Monkey Ball Tumblr frequently.
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kaejean au. where they talk about ordinary but important things in their relationship. fluff with stable relationship.
jean. known as a hard worker leader. What happens if she gets tired?
kaeya. known as a good worker but his words are full of ambiguous words. What happens if he gets serious?
On that day, when the moon in summer is still a quarter of its original shape and the night where the heat warms the night in the city of mondstadt, these two lovebirds talked about the anxiety that was bothering their hearts.
Jean who is too focused on her work and Kaeya who just wants to see his partner rest. Because actually he knew that Jean really wanted to take a break from her busy leadership work.
That night, in the middle of the sitcom they were watching and accompanied by the unstoppable heat of summer air. Jean said that she wanted to take time off from work and want to spend their time on holidays and learning a new hobby, namely known as flower gardening. Kaeya, the man she loves looks up and said yes you can do it and go take your lovely time, considering you're working non-stop and you didn't really enjoy your last year's vacation.
Jean just smiled and said yes I know you will agree right away but, may I take this leave? honestly I want to take a day off with you, but I know as soon as I take this leave you will immediately help me carry out my duties while I'm away. Heh, Kaeya just smiled crookedly and hugged Jean while saying, so what? is it my duty? also I'll not carry your workload alone. many people will help me, so put your mind at ease.
But Kaeya I actually want to spend time with you, this woman hugs Kaeya tighter and inhales the scent of her partner's body. I miss the time we spent together on vacation so much. But because of our job position, it's really difficult for us to spend on vacation together. When I'm not around, you'll be there to take my place and so should you. I wish our office had someone else to cover for our work while we were both away.
This man knew, because he also missed spending time with this woman he hugged. I know, be patient a little more my love... somehow I feel if we have a little more patience we will be able to spend time together. The members of this office are also getting better performance, you will also quit your current position after the chairman returns from the head office right? Things at headquarters are too unstable right now, just be patient everything will be fine.
To be honest, I want to marry you after everything is stable, I want to give your ring finger a ring based on our life and death vows. I want to have you as a companion for my life and my death. This man looked at his woman with a serious and calm gaze. The woman was surprised that her face was blushing mute like the night air which was so hot but also warm. Her heart trembled violently, this girl cried and said do you believe in me, I... me... sometimes still too picky about my emotions to make decisions, also do you believe in me with my character which is sometimes too clingy? too emotional, too overwhelming to bear?
I love you... He said, with his lovely gaze and I will love you, all of you, anything about you, anything you do, anything you thinks,... just please communicate anything and lean on me if there is anything bothering you. Let's decide everything together. Jean, this woman cried, so comfortable she is with him, so happy that she has Kaeya and said okay let's live together in this world or anywhere, I love you.... Let's make a promise to live and die together.
That night, even though the hot air enveloped them both, the tears of happiness were too victorious to cover them.
Fin.
Sorry if there are word mistakes, I just want to write about them.
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List 5 things that have happened in the last 7 days. (They can be anything at all, anything that’s happened involving you, or your family, friends, partner)
1. I saw Seventeen in concert and had a very great time!
2. I cried the hardest over work this week alone than the three years I've been in my workplace.
3. I told Trina I was pretty much 80% out the door.
4. I dropped off my dad at the airport last Friday.
5. I tried out a food truck that recently popped up near my office.
6. I damaged my shoelaces doing the Aju Nice bit at the Seventeen concert.
7. Our CEO has sent me over her, like, third token in the span of a month which I am now sensing is her way of saying "I know you're thinking of resigning, but please don't" and it's starting to piss me off because please don't think you can convince me otherwise with gifts.
If you found out your ex had a new partner, would you be upset?
No.
How many friends do you have, whose name begins with G?
I'm not sure there's one.
Do you like anyone atm? What if you found out that someone else liked them too?
I don't like anyone.
Have you ever had sex in someone else’s bed/bedroom?
Sure.
Have you ever had sex on your bedroom floor? How about your living room floor?
Yeah.
Where is one place you’ve thought about having sex, that might be considered unusual?
I don't really fantasize about having sex in certain places.
Have you ever received a compliment about any of the clothes you’re wearing?
Yes, people have said they like this purple knitted cardigan I have :)
When you kiss someone, do you like to play with their hair?
Sure. It depends on the mood, but generally yeah.
Why did you hug the last person you hugged?
Because I never expected to bump into Ruthie at the NLEX stopover hahaha. There were a million other places she could've been at before the concert but she just so happened to be at the exact same Starbucks I was at. We couldn't help but laugh.
Do you ever find it difficult to put your thoughts/feelings into words?
I've never had a problem if I just had to write them out. Writing has always been my safe space. Saying feelings out loud is a different ball game, though – I'll sometimes end up tongue-tied.
Have you ever loved a song to begin with, but then you listened to it so many times that you ended up getting sick of it?
Sure.
Time for some questions about you and your significant other/crush. What is something you like, that he/she doesn’t like?
I don't have one. Sorry to those who are lifting this survey off of me but I'm gonna be striking out the rest of the SO questions lol.
What is something he/she likes, that you don’t like?
Something you both like?
Something you both dislike?
Do you regret sleeping with anyone?
No.
Did anyone comfort you the last time you cried? What was your reason for crying?
No, I was driving alone. I always cry alone, too. If anything I'll message someone while crying, but I prefer to keep that distance. I don't want to be seen crying.
Reason was work, and because I was thinking about my dad's comforting messages to me about having to leave and how no job is worth crying over.
What if you had a baby with the last person you kissed?
What’s the weirdest dream you can ever recall having?
I get weird dreams all the time, but I also always forget them.
Is there anyone that likes you, other than the person you love/like/are with?
Did you wake up in someone’s arms this morning?
No.
What was the last thing you spilled on yourself?
Water.
How long have you had the shirt you’re wearing?
Less than a year.
Do you ever brush your hair before you go to bed?
Nopes.
Have you ever lied to the person you love/like?
Who is the 9th contact in your phone? Have you ever hugged/kissed that person?
Bea. I don't think I've even hugged her. She's not the type and I've always respected that hahaha.
Has anyone ever told you that they needed you? Do you think they meant it?
Sure? I mean it doesn't have to mean anything heavy; my mom tells me this all the time only because she can't figure out how to do something on her phone LOL
If the last person you kissed told you they loved you, would you believe them?
No.
How did you feel when you woke up today? What was the first thing you thought about?
I felt miserable and thought about how long I can still take this.
Do you still tell your parents that you love them?
My dad, yes.
Have you ever said “I love you” to someone you weren’t going out with?
Yes, because you can say this to friends too.
Random fact about the person you love/like?
Have your parents ever disapproved of anyone you had a relationship with?
No.
Anything else you would like to say, to finish?
No.
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I loved the latest installment of Leda verse!!
If you're still taking prompts, could we see some izzy-centric hurt/comfort? Or something related to ed realising about the skylights?
Also I love Alma and Erika Rover so much aaaah <33
(I'm so glad you're enjoying it! I am still taking prompts though I'm answering fewer of them, which is probably obvious. I do plan on doing a good run of them after Alma's story concludes. I had @queenbookwench listed as having asked about Jonah's funeral, but I can't find the comment now so if I'm wrong I apologize. I don't think I ever wrote it out, though I had a dim memory of answering some ask about Izzy sending a car for candy. So this is all about Jonah's funeral, the aftermath and the way Izzy mourns people with some bonus Lucius).
Izzy stood towards the back of the crowd, out of his parents’ eyeline. Aaron and his new wife were standing right next to the grave, both with solemn looks. Izzy was reasonably sure Fiona had never even met Jonah, but sure, get your fucking pity points in. Delly was standing next to their mother, arms crossed over her chest, face set into neutral disinterest which at least felt more honest.
Candy stood beside him, her tears falling fast and furious, though she made little noise. Her long fingernails had been painted a glossy black that caught the light every time she reached up to dab at her face with a wad of tissue.
“Thank you,” she’d whispered, voice raw from tears just before the preacher started ranting about fire and brimstone.
“You should be here,” was all he’d said in return. It hadn’t been much to send a car for her.
He almost hadn’t done it.
It had been decided in the moment he’d walked into Eddy’s office and said,
“I need a few days.”
“What for?”
She was behind the desk he still sometimes thought of as Hornigold’s. Her hair was hanging in her face, beard was already growing thick. Sometimes he missed being able to read her expression in the quirk of his lips, but it was a small price to pay for the intimidating figure that wowed clients and scared all the right people.
“My brother died.”
Her pen paused, “The one you liked?”
Had he liked Jonah? The man had been volatile and difficult, but he’d also laughed more than the rest of them put together. He’d loved Izzy in his own rough way, and protected him for a while. More than a lot of other people had done.
“Yeah,” he said and the word almost stuck in his throat. He coughed to dislodge it.
“Fine,” their attention dropped back to their notes. “When will you be back?”
“Friday.”
They nodded and he backed out of the room. He put his wallet in his pocket and locked the door to his office. It was bizarre to leave in the middle of the day with no intention of coming back tomorrow. It made him a little queasy.
The last funeral he’d gone to was his father’s mother’s. They’d only met her a few times and Da had insisted on dragging them all across the state for it even though he had, by all reports, loathed her. Izzy had been thirteen and mostly what he remembered was the boredom and then being in his aunt’s stuffy house. Jonah had found a weird room stuffed full of boxes and dragged Izzy in there. He’d taught him how to play poker in the shadow of QVC purchases.
The next time someone close to Izzy died, Jonah hadn’t been home in years. He hadn’t been told about the funeral.
The thought lodged in him like a thorn. He called the car and set it up for Candy, left a stilted message on her voicemail. There was no way Da or Ma would’ve called her and they’d only gotten the body by default.
Izzy stood at the back of the crowd now with his dead brother’s crying girlfriend. What would he have done if he’d been allowed to go to Faith’s funeral anyway? Just stood there like this. Useless and silent.
When the coffin went into the ground, Candy cried harder, but her sobs were drowned out by Ma’s, who had begun to wail. It was a wounded animal sound, inhumane in its sorrow. Delly reached out, touching her elbow, but was roundly shaken off. Da said something sharp to her, but for once Ma didn’t just subside. She cried as if thirty years of tears had been saved for this moment. Everyone shifted away from her, leaving a fall out circle of grief.
People dispersed after that, as Aaron came by he took in Izzy and Candy,
“You and your girlfriend should come by the apartment, show your respect.”
The apartment meant the place they’d grown up. Those sterile walls, repainted an even brighter white now that none of them lived at home to leave behind fingerprints and pain.
Izzy said nothing. Aaron’s lip curled and he marched away.
“You didn’t correct him,” Candy’s voice was broken by tears.
“He doesn’t matter enough,” Izzy shrugged.
“Do you like ham?” She asked, blotting fruitlessly at her running mascara.
“Yeah,” he frowned. “Why?”
Her apartment smelled better than his parents' place at least, some kind of scented candle burning away, and instead of terrible memories, it was just a crowded one bedroom. There was a workman’s jacket tossed over the back of the couch. Like Jonah had just come home and was in the bathroom or something.
They ate the ham that she’d made for some dinner that would never happen. There was steamed vegetables on the side and brown rice. All safe enough, so he ate it, even as she picked through her own plate.
“Do you want anything?” she asked when they’d both done the best they could to pretend to have an appetite.
“Hm?” he finished off the beer she poured for him. He wasn’t really in the mood for a drink, but it had been the last glass bottle in the fridge. A single soldier left on the field.
“Of his. I’m not ready to go through it. I don’t-” she started then stopped. “Will your family want his things?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care. They don’t deserve any of it. You keep it.”
“What about you?”
He wanted to say that he didn’t give a shit. Having something of Jonah’s wouldn’t do him any good. But he had a ring pressed to his ribs that said it mattered a little, so he got to his feet and let her show him the clothes, the few photos, the bits and pieces of things left behind. In the end, he took some unopened razors (of course the same brand he used, not like Da had bothered to teach him to shave. It had been Jonah, who barely knew what he was doing himself and Izzy with only three chin hairs to his name), a knit black sweater that reeked of menthols, and the smaller of the two toolboxes shoved under the bed.
“See you around,” Candy said as he went to the door.
“Bye,” he mumbled. He wouldn’t see her around. He’d never see her again and he was fine with that.
The sweater he gave to Ma when he finally arrived at the apartment. She held onto it for hours as people continued to parade through the place to mouth their apologies at them all.
The razors he used without sentiment, scraping away at his cheeks to maintain his goatee’s immaculate edges. Da and Aaron always stayed clean shaven. Jonah had always liked some stubble, grew a beard in during the cold months, scrapped it away in spring.
The tools came in handy more than once. He stored them under his bed too.
“The knob just came off in my hands,” Luicus came out of the bathroom sheepishly one morning, a year and a half into things.
“Which one?” Izzy sighed and pushed himself up and off the couch.
“The towel closet thing. I swear I didn’t rip it off.”
“Like to see you try,” Izzy snorted and held out his hand. Lucius dropped the little knob into it.
“Mean,” Lucius judged, but he was smiling, so not offended.
“The screw gets loose,” Izzy shrugged. “I can fix it. There’s a toolbox under my bed, can you get Phillip's head out of it?”
“Why do you have a head in your toolbox?” Lucius asked with a frown.
“The screwdriver, pup. I know you know this.”
“I absolutely and categorically do not.”
“Guess you get to learn this morning.”
“...yeah fine.”
Izzy pulled out the toolbox and showed Lucius the difference between the screwdrivers. Judging by his expression, it was going to get stored the same place the rules to poker did: firmly in the garbage bin of his mind.
“What’s with this?” Lucius tapped the metal plate mounted on the side of the box. “J.H.? Was this your brother’s?”
“Probably made it in shop class. He was good with that shit. Worked with HVAC systems.”
“You know, the way you talked about him, I assumed he did something like what you did,” Lucius admitted. They were both sitting on the bedroom floor, Sweeney sniffing around them, clearly bemused by this decision.
“He had a legit job,” Izzy held his fingers out for Sweeney to butt his head against. “But he always had a side hustle. Mostly just shaking people down that owed this loan shark he knew. Small time shit.”
“Do you miss him?”
Izzy scratched Sweeney’s cheek. “Yeah. Guess so.”
“Wish I could’ve met him.”
“You would’ve hated him,” Izzy snorted. “He was a fucking asshole.”
“I like you,” Lucius pointed out with a half-smile.
“It was different,” Izzy frowned, but as Sweeney butted him one more time, then flounced off to check his food dish, he let himself actually think about it. What would Jonah have made of Lucius, who had never consensually touched a screwdriver, but treated Izzy like he was precious?
He thought about Candy’s long black nails, the ham she had cooked for a man who was never coming home and fed to his brother.
“Deep thought?” Luicus poked him in the knee.
“If he could get past the whole gay thing....I dunno,” he conceded. “Maybe he would’ve liked you a little. Maybe you wouldn’t have hated him. Might’ve been awkward though.”
“I like Delly,” Lucius reminded him.
“Huh, you know he was more like Delly than anyone else,” Izzy realized. “I wonder how much she remembers about him.”
“Now that you guys are talking, maybe you could add a photo to your display,” Lucius suggested. “There’s got to be one with all of you.”
It wasn’t something Izzy asked for right away, but eventually, he and Delly had mended a bridge enough to pour over the photos that she'd gotten when Ma died. There was a shot of all of them, some holiday long gone. Most of the pictures had all four of them posed uncomfortably, but there was one of just Izzy and Jonah, stiff in their Sunday clothes. Izzy looked about eleven in it, Jonah already significantly taller and broader. They were both looking at the camera with dark glares, no smiles to be found. But Jonah’s arm was around his shoulders, holding him close. Almost hiding him from the camera.
“It’s very you,” Lucius had deemed.
Izzy set it on the shelf next to the drawing of Faith. The shelves were getting full, laden down with memory.
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