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✺ (1/8) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: converse — 1,130 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; going through harry’s baby things)
“Oh no.” There’s a dramatic level of pain in James’ voice —there has been all afternoon since they started this project— and Regulus sighs quietly, lips twitching at the corners. “Reg, look at these.”
Regulus finishes folding the quilt that Pandora made for Harry to leave the hospital in, sets it in its new box marked ‘keep,’ then turns to his husband.
This has been a common occurrence as they’ve undertaken this task; going through Harry’s baby things to see what they truly need to hold onto and what can be donated has been an emotional journey. Admittedly, Regulus is having a progressively difficult time keeping it together the more that they find, but he’s let James be the one to express the feelings they’re both experiencing. Loudly and repetitively.
Balanced on James’ wide palm is a pair of infant-sized Converse, so tiny it’s hard to believe they ever belonged to a person, much less that that person was the five year old that’s currently coloring at a folding table in the corner of their garage. The little shoes are red, matching a pair that James has kept consistently replaced and in his wardrobe for years.
“I can’t believe he was ever this small,” James muses, stroking one finger over the laces of one.
“I know,” Regulus sighs, bottom lip jutting out in a faint pout. Okay, it’s getting to him now. They’ve been at this for hours, they’re near done. He told himself he wasn’t going to get in his feelings about this, at least not until they’d finished, but… “I think I miss it.”
“Me too.” James reaches for his hand, tows him close to his side to curl his arm around him, both their gazes remaining fixed on the baby shoes. “Should we have another one?”
Regulus lets out a surprised sounding laugh, swinging a backhanded swat gently into James’ stomach. “We have Luna in the picture, too.”
“Also no longer a baby,” James points out. “We could definitely do it.”
“You’re forgetting an important detail.”
“What’s that?”
Regulus half-turns in the curl of James’ arm to look toward their son where Harry sits. A marker clutched just a smidge too tight in one hand, tongue poking out between his teeth in concentration. There’s smudges of different marker colors on his hands, a few pens uncapped and drying out scattered on the table top. Harry doesn’t look up until Regulus calls his name.
“Yes, papa?” He nudges his glasses up and blinks wide green eyes over at him, curious.
“How do you feel about having a baby brother or sister?” Regulus asks.
Harry’s brow furrows deeply. “I already have a sister.”
Regulus gestures toward the little boy as if his point has just been made.
“Another one, then. Wouldn’t that be fun, mate?” James suggests.
Scrunching his face up further in thought, Harry tilts his head, taps the marker in his hand against his chin. Regulus huffs a quiet laugh when the pause extends for several seconds, serious thought clearly being given to this question. In the end, Harry shrugs his shoulders dramatically, keeping them held up toward his ears.
“Well, I don’t know,” He says. “Would I have to share my toys?”
“You already have to share your toys, because that’s the nice thing to do,” Regulus reminds him.
“But a baby can’t play with all of my toys. Because they’re a baby and I’m not a baby.”
“Solid logic on that, mate,” James chuckles. He moves to set the red Converse on the table between the keep and donate boxes, undecided on where they belong. “We’ll think about it, eh? Put a pin in it?”
Harry looks at them both for a long moment before nodding his head once, poking his open marker into the air like he’s physically putting a pin in the thought. Instead of returning to coloring, he drops the marker onto the table —Regulus makes a mental note to replace this pack again when it’s the fifth one left to dry out. Wiggling off his chair, Harry comes over to them, picking up the shoes James sat down.
“Were these mine?” He asks, giggling when he stuffs his fingers into one and wears it like an odd glove. “They’re so small.”
“Yeah, so were you,” Regulus hums.
“But I’m tall now. Taller than Luna and Draco, too.” Harry puts the other shoe on his opposite hand, smacking the small soles together in semblance of a clap.
“You used to match daddy when you wore those shoes as a baby, you know,” Regulus tells him, pointing at his hidden hands.
“Used to put you in them all the time when we’d go out together,” James adds, smiling fondly.
Harry looks down at the shoes, silly with his hands in them, then back up at the two of them with an unexpected frown. “How come we don’t anymore?”
Regulus turns his head, looking at James in playful accusation. “An excellent question.”
“Hey, now, don’t act like this is my fault. You were the one that encouraged him making all his own choices. He never picked the Converse himself,” James argues.
“Well, I could get some now, daddy,” Harry stresses like this is the most obvious answer. He holds up his hands, shoes on display. “‘Cause these ones are too small.”
“Should we save them for the baby, you think?” James asks him.
“So we can all match.” Harry nods at first but then cuts himself short, eyes landing on Regulus. “But papa doesn’t have any.”
“Red isn’t papa’s color,” Regulus says.
“Beg to differ.” James’ mumble earns him an elbow in the ribs, a laugh punching out of him. “We’ll get some for papa, too, just for fun.”
“And then these ones are for the baby,” Harry confirms, setting the Converse back on the table.
“Well. We’ve circled back to this very quickly,” Regulus comments, amused, shaking his head slowly.
James hums in acknowledgment, grinning triumphantly when Regulus looks at him. He leans in and leaves a kiss against his forehead, lips still pressed against the spot, breath breezing through black curls, when he tells Harry to drop the shoes into the keep box for them. Regulus watches him examine each box, fondness blooming warmth in his chest as Harry sounds out letters he recognizes to figure out which box is the right one.
They’ve all done such a good job with this perfect little boy of theirs, doing it all over again with a new baby might just make life impossibly more wonderful.
We’ll put a pin in it, Regulus thinks again.
He’ll have to wait and see when it’s truly circled back to in seriousness. He keeps it to himself that he wouldn’t mind if it was sooner rather than later.
#jegulus#starchaser#sunseeker#jegulus microfic#baby harry#except he’s a big ol five year old#i missed them#got jeggy dad feels today so here have this cute fun little time#gonna curl up into a ball over them actually i’m emo#i love them so much#kay’s writing#kay’s microfics#jeggy dads series
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If The Whole World Was Watching l'd Still Dance With You [PT.2]
pairing [s] : dad!dallas winston x reader
warning [s] : biggest dad!dallas supporter. | quick because I couldn't find an idea at all | @lizbizbae
a/n [s] : requests are open!
Dallas Winston was a father to a beautiful little girl, who's grown quicker than anyone he's ever seen. He swears twenty minutes ago she was still babbling “Da–da” while biting her tiny hands. Now, she's five-years old, hair in two braids as you take a picture of her first day of school. She's grown to look much more like the two of you, still having most of Dallas' features but she got your personality.
You're trying not to cry, hand resting against your stomach as Dallas says goodbye to Darlene. “You’re the strongest and most beautiful girl there, sweetheart.” Dallas is trying to not let his worries wave through his words and twirl her braids and give her a kiss against the cheek. What Dallas is expecting to see is a boy, brown mop of hair and a polo t-shirt run up to his daughter, take her hand and walk away with her.
“He looks like you.” You laugh at his expression and he pinches your side. You know he's worried, and it's prominent as he grabs your hand and tries to ground himself against the floor.
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Dallas Winston is now a father to a ten year-old girl who's hot-headed and doesn't take anything from anyone. As well as a five year old, Johnathan who's a sweetheart to everyone and everything he meets. Except, the boy that frequently comes over and plays with her in the dirt. His hair parted to the side with a big grin as he picked his daughter up. Dallas had told you one night he was worried about that boy. However, Dallas was worried about everything and everyone when it came to little ol’ Darlene.
You're washing dishes inside of the kitchen when Dallas walks in, hands snaking around your hips like he used to do years ago. “Hey sweetheart..” You smile and give him a kiss against the lips, before he takes it further and peppers kisses against your neck. You laugh and lay your head on his shoulder. No matter throughout both pregnancies and after, Dallas had never changed his way around you. “Man, you look real beautiful.”
You cheese at him as his fingers are warm against your exposed arms. The winter had taken Tulsa for a rush, and Darlene would still go out in big snow jackets and boots to meet her friend, Jack. You knew Jack’s mother, she was a sweet lady. Dallas wasn't quite fond of her husband however, a Soc that had a couple too many rumbles with Dallas.
“Johnny, hey man.” Dallas bends his knee to talk to Johnny who emerges from his room with his hands behind his back. “What are you hiding behind there?” Dallas messes around and pretends to throw Johnny around while laughing. Johnny giggles at his father and tries to run away from him. “Hey, show me buddy. What do you have?” Dallas pushes and Johnny reluctantly shows him, feet rubbing together in worry.
It's a drawn picture of Dallas' family. You, standing next to him, in your favorite dress. Darlene with a Barbie doll and a big smile and your son, with the same smile on his face. “What do you think, Daddy?” Johnny asks, awaiting the approval from a man he looks up to. “Aw, bud, it's amazing. We gotta frame this or something!”
Dallas Winston is a father now. A father who worked everyday to provide for his family and more. If asked Dallas Winston ten years ago, about where he'd be now, he would blank and shrug his shoulders. He's sure of himself now and how he wants to continue his life throughout his time on Earth.
#dallas winston fanfiction#dally winston#matt dillon#dallas winston x reader#dallas winston fanfic#dallas winston imagine#dallas winston headcanons#dallas winston#dallas winston x you#dallas winston x y/n#dad!dallas winston#dad!dallas winston x reader
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PLEASE tell us the Diann lore 🙏🙏
OKAY NONNIE i have been bursting at the seams about them
first things first, Diann (Dee-ann) is a nonbinary human bard (32 years old) from Baldur's Gate. If they were a little companion I think their quest would be something like The Silent Bard.
They're pretty taciturn and dry, willing to sing when pressed but refuses to play music on any kind of instrument and won't answer why. A complete bleeding heart who tries to stay out of shit but ends up in the thick of it anyway - usually they'll say "handle it yourself! i'm not getting involved" and then five seconds later. they are involved.
Diann's backstory is that they got married very young. Their husband, Owyn, was much older than them and charmed them with his "maturity" and seeming magic know how. He was training to be a wizard in Baldur's Gate and convinced them to run away with him and get married, moving deeper into the city. They used to play their violin all the time when they were younger, before they were married and during their courtship, but as time went on, Owyn focused more and more on his studies and started to take out his frustrations on them. Diann wanted to perform and get a formal musical education but owyn insisted on them staying home and keeping house while he studied magics.
As time went on, their marriage degraded and Owyn kept insisting that Diann stay home, pressuring them about settling down and building a family. Eventually things began to escalate, the further Owyn seemed to get in his magical studies the more frustrated he would become when he couldn't perfect something right away, and he would take it out on Diann. This happened for several years before it reached a breaking point when Owyn attacked Diann and scarred their body with Burning Hands.
After that, Diann made plans to leave and ran away from home. They ended up living on the streets for some time, busking for money to save so they could try and start anew.
Unfortunately, after being free from the house for only a couple of months, Owyn tracked Diann down and cornered them in an alleyway.
However! At that moment, the mindflayers came and Diann got slorped up by the mindflayer ship and wormed.
All this to say, if they had a quest it would be Kill My Husband.
other fun diann facts:
if there ever was a big "who did this to you moment with their big ole body scar" diann would just deadpan: I already told you guys (they didn't they don't talk about themself ) so usually they'll tell Different fun lies like "Tripped and fell on a matchbox" "went skiing in avernus" "splashed lava on my face thinking it was water" etc until uh oh! They get caught and have to fess up for real
hey can't really feel the parts of their body with the burn scars anymore except for the very edges that are really sensitive
i imagine the first time they play their violin would be the tiefling party, away from the crowd, just a solemn, quiet song that they could enjoy
and finally because I have Diann romancing astarion:
this is basically what the first hookup was like:
two bitches faking having a good time.
diann: if I don't pretend like this is a perfect time he'll leave and I'll be alone again
Both of them going You Only Value Me For My Body when jokes on them they're falling in love with personality and soul
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fenris dragonage was so ahead of his time... that 40 year old petite elf twink in yoga pants with stirrups and with an anime boy mullet... hes done so much for us people with big ole pores and generally messed up skin who dont plan on doing anything about it nor think it makes us any less gawgeous. his five o clock shadow. his r/malelivingspace lifestyle. babygirl it straight up smells like spiders in here. 5'6 at most. wears the oddest outfit in all of kirkwall and doesn't think anything of it. its just another day for him--hes a free man and he serves no one and nothing except cunt. extremely unpleasant. chronic pain haver. you can romance him but youre gonna feel like an absolutely insufferable buffoon the entire time
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JRWI EP 100 LIVEBLOG UNDER THE CUT FOR EXTRA SPOILER PROTECTION
"the journey begins, for the 100th time" "you bet your tiddies it does" JWJFJEJTJH
ohh they're having a good time something's gonna go horribly wrong
earl bbeg real
wetma gills
"words hard. me tired. me drunk." jay I love you jsjfjejf
enza gonna help jay make a new body for alphonze 👀
drey disconnected w/the group?
"the longer you're down there, the more it twists you" ohh that's not good. instantly worried about arlin.
"if arlin's still down there, it's because it couldn't." "that man had a big ol' heart, even that giant body couldn't fit it." DREYYYYYY
"Sometimes I think I should dive in there alone. But I know I'm not strong enough without them" CHIP. CHIP YOURE GONNA KILL ME.
chip and drey are gonna KILL me augh
"we're gonna go down there, and we're gonna bust him out. whatever happens happens. we'll survive. we always do." RRGHHDHHDG
AW GILLION JSHFJJEJGJFJF
"sometimes its good to be bad jay give me the word" LMAOOOOO
GILLION SOUNDS LIKE HES GONNA START CRYING BRO JSHFJDJ
QUEEN KSHFJDJDUW
WOOO DOWNTIME❗️❗️❗️
HES MAILING CASPIAN'S PRESENTS!!!!!!!!
"happy birdday! you can nae nae, but now you can... ;)" JSJFJDJG GILL
" 'Well, for you...' he gets lost in your eyes for a second" JWJFJSJGJEJJTJ
NAT 20 ON RIZZING RIZZ RIZZ
"EVERYONE now has cannons and healing potions except for ME!!!!!!!!" gill in his spoiled brat arc
NEW TITLE GILLION TIDESTRIDER RIZZ REVEREND
"We are so, so unbelievably wanted" "they WANT us"
TWO CANNONS AND ONE BALLISTA HELL YES????
ohh I love enza
forgot abt cliff hangar
IS HE RIZZING UP CLIFF???????
"To know the books, you need to have read the books, where the FUCK are the books, Jay???????"
GILL TRYING TO RIZZ UP CLIFF NOW
HES PLAYING ALONG??? JAY TRIED TO GIVE HIM THE GOLD AND HE STOPPED HER??????????
"A world that's turned it's back / it's seas be turned to black / the black sea is all that's left / history be put to rest / the survivors will rewrite it / fight on, fight on until united / hope our wrongs be righted / flee the black sea at last / free from it at last
why are gill and chip so down to flirt with people today jsjfjsjd
CAPTAIN FIVE O' CLOCK SHADOW JSIFJDJJF
CAPTAIN HENDRIX. TIEFLING. REGAL BUT RELAXED. IF THIS MFER ISNT NIKLAUS HES GOTTA BE RELATED TO HIM RIGHT
FINN TIDESTRIDER FINN TIDESTRIDER FINN TIDESTRIDER
the island of frozen roses ooh
ohhhh he just wrote about their journeys. ik its like obvious but that means so much to be actually.
OHHHHHHH OLLIES ROOM OH MY GODDDDDDD
OH FUCK OFF HES GIVING HIM ARLIN'S COIN OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
BIZLY YOURE GOING TO KILL ME IM GOING TO DIE BIZLY THIS IS SO NICE
"even when you are old and decrepit, you will always be our small boy, who we keep on the ship, and in our hearts" thank you gill
chip don't grill her about this now godddd.
CAPTAIN SHADOWBEARD IS OLLIES DAD
bellamy. oh bellamy. im so sorry.
captain shadowbeard was the last pirate lord that went missing ohhh my god. it was a year ago. and when ollie went missing months later. oh my god this poor woman.
"You guys are gonna get attacked tonight" grizz ik you're joking but I don't fucking trust you at all
ALPHOZE ALPHONZE ALPHONZE
DANGER INCOMING???
THEY JUST LEFT THE ISLAND
KIRA I LOVE YOU BUT NO
JAY YOURE GONNA BOARD THEIR SHIP????
THERE HE IS. FUCK OFF JAYSON GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY
Gillion what are you planning 👀
"jay who did you see" "oh just my father and kira you know" "oh"
THE SWORD IS IN HIS FUCKING CHEST STILL LMAOOOOOOOOOOO
DREY PANICKING LMAO
FUCK OFF JAYSON FUCK OFF JAYSON FUCK OFF JAYSON FUCK OFF JAYSON FUCK OFF JAYSON
YOOOOOOOOOO GILLION CLUTCH??????
GILLION CLUTCH GILLION CLUTCH
JAYSON YOU CHEATING BASTARD
HELLO PIXEL ART THIS IS SO COOL?????????
CHIP DONT LEAVE THEM????
DONT FUCKING LAUGH LIKE THAT GRIZZ
gillion less clutch than expected.........
alphonze is gonna die again bro they JUST got him back! AND the boat!
Gillion absorb elements pog
QUEEN JSHFJDJFJFH LOVE YOU
thank you alphonze we love you alphonze <3
USING THE WHALEBONE SWORD TO CAST SPELLS ON JAYSON????
jayson I hate you smile
TRAP HIM IN THE FUCKING MIRROR JAY GET HIS ASS
GET HIS ASS JAY GET HIS ASS
"You could be found innocent, by the way" "not for what I'm about to do :)"
MOTHER MOON JSJFJDJ
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT GILL ISNT SCARED OF JAYSON ANYMORE❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️
GILLION CLUTCH ONCE AGAIN
MOTHEFUCKER HAS LEGENDARY ACTIONS I FORGOT
HE STOLE JAY'S BRAND BRO
"DAMN looks like you're as good a shot as you are a PARENT" "your quips only seal your fate" "damn, were you already burning?" gillion tidestrider I love you
"Your fighting is meaningless, for your gods have fallen" HELLO JAYSON WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???? IM NOT MOVING ON FROM THIS DID THE ARTIFICIAL LEVIATHAN PLAN WORK??????? ARE YOU JUST PSYCHING GILL OUT?????????????
YOOOOO GRYFFON MVP FOURTH CAPTAIN
"If they miss, I will roll to hit gillion"
CANNON #1 HITS JAYSON FUCK YES QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!
EARL FUCKING WHIFS IT
gets harpooned in the ass and stabbed further in the chest sjfjeh
gill is so fucking funny engaging w/jayson lmao
"she's a BIRD are you PROUD OF HER YET? she has WINGS and they're COOLER THAN YOURS and they generate more LIFT" gill hyping up jay to her dad my beloved
makes eye contact with a fucking wizard. drops disguise and said "aight you handle these monkeys I got shit to do"
isn't the whole crew on the ship? or does grizz just mean on top deck
gryffon I love you
RETURN OF 5 FT GILL
HOLY SHIT?????? 10 FT TALL THUNDER GOD GILLION
YOU MOTHEFUCKER???????
NAT 20 DEX SAVE FROM GILLION HOLY SHIT HE DESERVES THIS❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️ GILLION ON THAT KING SHIT TODAY
ANOTHER SHIP????
MARSHALL JOHN THE GRANDBERRY PIRATES MY FUCKING BELOVED
"IF YOU KILLED MY GODS HOW IS MARSHALL JOHN RIGHT HERE?!"
PROPHETIC SCREW UP STRIKES ONCE AGAIN
CASPIAAAAAAN
"YO IS THIS GUY FUCKING BOTHERING YOU?!" LOVE YOU LIZZIE
"I can deal with that later. But right now, you're attacking my friends. And I can tell you have no intention to spare them. So I'll give you the same treatment back. So you're gonna attack me, or...I'm gonna take you down." JAY JAY JAY JAY JAY JAYYYYYY
APPLY HUNTERS MARK BY PUNCHING HIM IN HIS UGLY ASS FUCKING FACE GET HIS ASS GET HIS ASS GET HIS ASS
"I thought you said next time you saw me, I wouldn't be your daughter anymore." "Now that I've seen how much you've changed, I mean it" go fuck yourself jayson <3
GRYFFON WAIT GRYFFON ARE YOU OKAY GRYFFON IF YOU DIE I WILL LOSE MY MIND
GILLION HEAL YOURSELF FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
GRIZZ IF YOU FUCKING KILL GILL AGAIN ISTG
GILLION HEAL YOURSELF
"if Jay's still fighting, I am too."
"Nice try, but Ollie's mom was way more pissed 😎"
lizzie??? did you??? did you actually kill ava or are you surprised???
GILL GOING CRAZY WITH THE NAT 20s
"It's okay I can dodge it!" the mentality of the episode
JSJFJSJF HE ABANDONS SHIP WITH THE WIZARD HES TAKING THE WIZARD HES A FRIEND
I fully believe lizzie didn't kill ava actually. don't believe jayson at all fuck this guy
If Gryffon is dead. If Gryffon is dead.
GILLION. GILLION ASKING JAY IF SHE CAN DO THIS. GILLION SUPPORTING JAY THIS WHOLE EP. RRRRIVHFGR IM GONNA DIE
gillion: just let me know where you need me. And I'll be there.
jay: right now you're right where you need to be. thank you.
gillion: aye aye, captain.
MARSHALL JOHN SOLOS
john and gill immediately going bro mode jsjfjsj
don't make me feel bad for jayson. I won't do it. piece of shit.
GILLION. IF YOU DIE.
GOES DOWN PROTECTING JAY GILLION YOURE GONNA KILL ME.
THE NAVY HAS GRYFFON
THANK YOU JAY THANK YOU JAY THANK YOU JAY
"You keep saying that people took me away from you. No one took me away from you, dad. You haven't had me for a long time. You lost me. You lost me in the lies, the training, your obsession with your work, it was all you cared about. Things change, dad. After ava died, you weren't there. You weren't there for me or for mom. And when I tell you we hurt, we struggled, I say we hurt and struggled so goddamn much. And I'm sure you did too, but you made it so goddamn clear where your priorities lied with the family. And in my grieving, you were the only one who wasn't there. Jayson Ferin, you are someone I've known my entire life. You've known me longer than I can remember, and maybe I've made decisions that you don't agree with, but they are my decisions, and I would've hoped that in the years you've known me, that you would give me even a modicum of trust, a modicum of what I saw in you my entire goddamn childhood. And now, you stand here in front of me again, you're making the same mistakes... You don't get to just take me back, you need to earn it. And the way it stands, you're on a fast track to lose both me, and your wife. You are the strongest man I've ever known but you are a fucking pathetic father. So come on. Go ahead, finish it, do your fucking job, if that's where your priorities still lay, as they always have."
persuasion with advantage and dm inspiration. so deserved holy shit jay. i am. speechless.
"For the first time in my life, since I became a pirate, I was able to feel free."
get the fuck OUT of here jayson go AWAY
jayson I'd ask why you don't fucking ask may yourself but I don't want you anywhere near her :)
thank fucking god hes gone.
"that's my boy right there, that's my BOY, I'm on your ass, I'm like glue on something that glues on" "this is the beginning of something, this is the beginning of a whirlwind of whoopass on kira I'm telling you now" bizly has the right idea get the panda man back
gill still didn't get the whalebone sword back ✌️😔
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be my baby | s.f.k
good morning!! happy Friday the 13th ! normally on these days nothing really happens to me but earlier when I was making breakfast I was adding a tiny bit of salt and then a big glob just plopped out onto my eggs and I just 🚶🏻♀️🚶🏻♀️🚶🏻♀️
anyway I hope everyone has a lovely day, I’m off to buy menstrual necessities despite the fact that I don’t want to leave my house but sadly, I must. This feels like a mini written vlog of me just over sharing and I like it
alsoooooo
MASSIVE thank you to everyone that has taken the time to read, like, comment, reblog, etc. any of my posts. truly makes me happy to see you guys enjoying the shit I cook up in my head 🤍
anyway this is long enough already SO
since I’ve written a good amount of angst I think it’s time to come back to the fluff
enjoy, my lovelies 😌
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When Sam was asked where he saw himself in five years, his answer always remained the same.
“Married, maybe a baby, definitely more dogs.” he would answer confidently every time, the biggest smile on his face.
When he met you, everything was amplified by a thousand.
It was love at first sight for him, no other girl in the world mattered to him except you. He’d kiss your feet if needed be, if there was a puddle he would let you walk on his back all to not get your shoes wet. He cherished the ground you walked on, always praising you and showering you with his love every chance he’d get. He gave you anything and everything you ever wanted, he was every girls dream.
And you were completely and utterly in love with him.
He did everything right, since the beginning. He treated you like a princess, insisted it was the least you deserved despite it being before your time as a couple. He treated you as if you were the rarest form of gold there ever was, much too valuable to ever be tainted and far too worthy of just any regular man. But Sam wasn’t just any regular man to you, which was why he was over the moon to have been the chosen one when it came to your affection.
When you had first met he was the one that had been instantly pining over you, though you had made it clear you only wanted to be friends. That didn’t stop him, not even close, if anything it motivated him even more. It was in his blood to never give up, you had come to find out after meeting his brothers.
“It’s a Kiszka thing,” his brothers had said, giving you the biggest and brightest smiles as if to say “you might as well give in now”.
But you had to admit, you loved the chase. You relished in the feel of being wanted by someone in such a pure and intimate way. Though it wasn’t much of a chase really, as he managed to all but tackle you at the 7 month long finish line. You gave in, once you realized the butterflies that fluttered in your tummy at the mere thought of him were never going to go away. They never once did throughout those 7 months, and they never did for the next 4 years.
Throughout your relationship he always kept you on your toes. Treating you to this and buying you that, cooking you this and singing you that. You did everything together, and neither of you would ever dream of getting tired of the other.
One of your favorite things to do together was listen to music in the comfort of your cozy living room, a random record spinning in the corner as you built a puzzle together. The others laughed at the two of you, but it wasn’t in mockery, except for the teasing comments saying how old you guys behaved when you were only in your early twenties. But it was an activity the both of you enjoyed. You enjoyed going out and getting drinks with everyone every once in a while, but lately the two of you had been loving just staying home, making dinner together then moving to the living room, one of you picking a puzzle and the other picking a record. The way it was decided who got what job, was through a good ol trusty game of rock, paper, scissors.
“Ready to lose?” you teased, getting into position.
Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes mumbling what sounded like ‘as if’ under his breath before beginning the countdown.
“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”
Your hand flew out into the motion of scissors, while Sam’s hand went out flat on his palm. He pouted as you stuck your tongue out at him.
“No fair,” he mumbled. “Best two out of three!”
You rolled your eyes but resumed your position. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”
And you beat him, again.
You giggled as he got ready for the last and final round, mumbling words of encouragement to himself only to lose all over again. Your head was thrown back in laughter as he pouted even more than before, arms crossed over his chest even going so far as to throwing a stomp of his foot into the mix. He always enjoyed picking the music, wanting to show you something new he had found on one of the many record store adventures you had both gone on, or ones with just him and the boys. Most of the time he would win, but tonight luck was on your side and you made sure to flaunt your win in his face as much as you could as you all but skipped over to the record player to pick the music for the night.
You sifted through your shared record collection, majority of them belonging to Sam but you had added a good amount to the mix. Doing a little happy dance as you found the one you were looking for, you slipped it out of the sleeve and popped it onto the record player, setting the needle in place before making your way to the center of the room where Sam was waiting for you, the puzzle he had picked out already opened and laid out on the coffee table.
“What did you pick?” Sam asked as you took a seat across from him.
“You’ll see.” you said with a smile as you began to sort through the puzzle pieces.
He didn’t press any further and you two began flipping the pieces over, connecting what you matched along the way. The beginning notes of the first song began to play, and Sam snapped his head up from the table to give you a knowing look. You gave him a big cheesy grin, and he couldn’t help but match it as he rolled his eyes playfully, shaking his head.
“You and this damn record,” he said, turning his gaze back to the puzzle.
The record you had picked was the soundtrack to Dirty Dancing. It was one of your favorite movies ever, and the soundtrack was absolutely perfect. It didn’t take long for Sam to realize it was your favorite, as it was the only movie you ever wanted to watch and you played the record any chance you’d get. You would spin it as you cooked dinner, pausing in between to pull him to dance with you. He loved pretending like he hated it, but he secretly loved it. You would catch him swaying to the music, tapping his fingertips on his knees to the beat, and he always wore the biggest smile as he spun you around the kitchen to the music.
“Oh hush,” you said. “You love it.”
He simply hummed, but the smile remained on his face as he snuck occasional glances at you while you worked quietly on the puzzle, listening to the music as you enjoyed each others presence. You continued working on your puzzle, which was one you realized you had never built before.
“Where did you get this puzzle?” you asked Sam after a while. “I’ve never seen it and it’s hard.”
The last part came out with a pout, making him smile, though he didn’t offer much information about the puzzle, simply saying he had found it on the shelf. You had been at it for what felt like ages, but really it had only been about 30 minutes, the damn puzzle was only half way finished. It normally didn’t take this long for you to build a puzzle, but this one was extremely hard as all of the pieces were black. When the light would hit them at a certain angle certain colors would pop up, but for the most part it was all black.
You let out a sigh as you pushed a few pieces away from you and towards the center of the table, and just as you were opening your mouth to complain an all too familiar tune sounded through the record player and you let out a squeal of excitement instead. You shot up from your spot on the carpet, stepping over towards Sam with your hand held out.
“Dance with me.” you said to him, to which made him let out a groan as you dragged him up and off of the carpet.
He wrapped his arms around your waist as you brought yours up and around his neck, tucking your head into his chest as you swayed to the sounds of Otis Redding.
These arms of mine
They are lonely
Lonely, and feeling blue
These arms of mine
They are yearning
Yearning from wanting you
And if you
Would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be
You continued to sway to the song, and you kept on dancing as the next song played. It was the song that played during the love scene, and Sam knew, which was why he attempted to dip you the way they do in the movie, almost dropping you and him onto the ground as he did so. You were both a giggly mess as you straightened back up. You danced to the remainder of the song, but near the end you decided to go back to the puzzle.
You felt a tug on your hand as you turned to sit back down, and you turned to face Sam.
“One more,”
You gave him a look, he was never the one to initiate any of the dancing especially to this record. Normally he’d be the one itching to go and sit down, but not tonight. You grinned happily and resumed your position, tucking yourself into his chest as he held your intertwined hands close to his chest. As the next song began to play, you felt him begin to sway the two of you once more. You felt him lean down a little, feeling his warm breath on your ear, tickling as he began to sing.
The night we met I knew I
Needed you so
And if I had the chance I’d
Never let you go
So won’t you say you love me?
I’ll make you so proud of me
We’ll make them turn their heads
Every place we go
So won’t you please
Be my little baby
Say you’ll be my darling
Be my baby now
Oh, oh, oh, oh
The smile that took over your face as he sang one of your favorite tracks to you was one so big you were afraid it would all but fall off of your face. He had sang to you before, but not like this. This time it felt different, more intimate, like it was coming from him with some sort of underlying message. You couldn’t figure out what it was so you didn’t give those theories much thought, you simply cuddled into him more and let him sway you as he continued singing the rest of the song.
I’ll make you happy, baby
Just wait and see
For every kiss you give me
I’ll give you three
Oh, since the day I saw you
I have been waiting for you
You know I will adore you
Until eternity
You stayed in each others arms as the song came to an end, and when it did you turned your head upwards to face Sam, only to find him already looking down at you.
“What was all that for?” you asked, leaning in to his touch as he brought his hands to each of your cheeks, holding you in place. He simply shook his head with a smile before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. You felt your body melting into his, the same effect his kisses have had on you since the first one you shared. Which felt much like this one. Soft, yet firm, warm and filled with equal parts love and passion. Every time he kissed you it was nothing short of love that poured through his lips and into you, but this kiss in particular felt very different. You pulled away after some time as your lungs needed air, and without much else of a word he pulled you over to the coffee table where you were meant to finish the puzzle. You were so dazed from the kiss that you weren’t of much help, but a comment from Sam had you snapping out of your thoughts.
“All done!”
You blinked, one, two, three times as you settled your eyes on the now completed puzzle in front of you.
“How the hell did you do that?” you asked, your mouth slightly open due to your shock.
“One of my other many talents I guess,” he answered smugly, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.
You smiled at how cute he was, even when he was boasting about the many talents you already knew he had. You moved your eyes down to the puzzle, not seeing anything special except a full picture in black.
“So...what am I looking at exactly?” you asked, causing Sam to stand up excitedly to shut the lights off.
“You have to hold a black light to it,” he spoke, switching the lights off before he made his way back over to you.
You felt his presence behind you, his legs pressed against your back and you jumped slightly when something that resembled the feel of a flashlight was positioned in your hands.
“Okay, on the count of three shine the line on the table,” he instructed, and you voiced your understanding.
“1...2...3!”
You flicked the light on and shone it on the table, taking notice of how the once upon a time all black puzzle was now lit up, displaying different neon colored letters. You furrowed your brows in confusion, but before you could say anything you felt Sam’s hand come around and grip the wrist that was holding the flashlight, and he positioned it at the top left corner.
“Start here,” he spoke quietly.
You followed his instructions, and went about shining the light from left to right, revealing a few words as you went.
“Will.....you,” you read aloud, moving the flashlight down and over once again. “...marry,”
You gasped, your eyes widening as your eyes trailed over the rest, but it was another voice that had spoke the last word.
“Me,”
You turned to face Sam, who had moved over to switch the lights back on once you finished reading. He was now down on one knee behind you, a ring clasped between his thumb and pointer finger as he held it against his chest, specifically over his heart.
“Be my baby,” he spoke again, and you couldn’t help but smile as he quoted the song. “And do me the wonderful honor of marrying me.”
You felt your knees shaking, your lip trembling and your vision went blurry as the tears spilled from your eyes. You took a step towards him, looking down at him as he looked up at you with nothing but love filled hopeful eyes.
“Abso-fucking-lutely!” you all but squealed, throwing your arms around his neck as you tackled him onto the floor.
His loud laugh was the only thing heard for miles and miles, you imagined. You laughed along with him but it was more of a cry laugh as you sobbed within the arms of your now fiancé. You gasped at the thought and felt him pull you up into a sitting position, holding your hand in his. It took a few tries to get the ring on, both of your hands equally as shaky but once it was on it was staying on. You stared down at it in awe, then back up at Sam, complete and utter disbelief written on your expression.
“That puzzle wasn’t actually just on the shelf, huh?” you asked.
He shook his head no with a big smile. “I ordered it a few weeks ago, I’m surprised you hadn’t noticed it sitting there this whole time but I’m glad you didn’t.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest at his confession, hearing that he had this planned for weeks now made the butterflies in your tummy flutter like never before.
He pulled you into another hug, this time giving you a spin around the room, your laughs bouncing of the walls as the room was filled with nothing but love and adoration. Once he came to a stop your wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands coming to sit on both his cheeks, thumbs lightly caressing his face.
“What are you thinking?” he whispered.
You smiled, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. Your kisses trailed over towards his cheek then back once more to his lips before you pulled back.
“Will you be my baby?”
He grinned as you repeated his words back to him, and you watched in adoration as he happily shook his head.
“Your one and only, baby.”
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y’all i’m an absolute WHORE for dirty dancing the sound track is TOP TIER i just had to incorporate this now excuse me while i go bawl my eyes out at the movie
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Out of curiosity, do you have any little tidbits or facts for the protectobots as individuals? Like where they're from or just random headcanons you have? They all look so lovely!
Non-character tidbit: Working in them means me blasting “Baba O’Riley” by The Who for 35277473784 times. It’s the team theme song in my head.
Character tidbits:
- I believe Hotspot/Hassan is First Aid/Fatima’s uncle on her paternal side. Which ups his sense of duty/protectiveness over her even more when they’re on the field (they’re very close).
- Hassan was stationed in San Francisco until he moved across the pond to the UK for a fresh start after the incident which left him with those scars. He climbed the ranks to Fire Battalion Chief of the Dead End, which is how he comes to know of Omar/OP and worked hand-in-hand with Omar to care for the ‘forgotten’ borough. Like Omar, he has many men loyal to him, even when he was fired from his position for refusing to take part in the cover up of several arsons targeting public projects/businesses intended to be destroyed to make way for gentrified condos.
- Hassan is Muslim (converted shortly after his brother/Fatima’s father did).
- Fatima’s father is black and her mother is Omani (She was raised in Oman for her formative years) and not a day goes by that they don’t worry about their little dove out on on dangerous field work! But doves are meant to fly and they can only hope that she comes home to roost safe after every mission (she always calls them after debriefing to let them know she’s alright).
- Fatima holds the Hippocratic Oath sacred to her and will not take a life, even as Ronan/Ratchet has no issue bending it to the situation (they have an understanding that they have different approaches) and shooting anyone who threatens his patients in the face (his parents were good people like First Aid, killed in the line of duty, and he’ll afford the world as much mercy as it affords him and those under his care). But, as she’ll let Pharma know , she can be more flexible about things like, say kneecaps.
- Streetwise/Shamar and Blades/Beltran are from New York, and are bash bros/best friends.
- Streetwise has police academy training but upon graduating, went into private detective work instead (he’ll say he just wanted the skills, not the badge, but he’s also actually seeking out his cousin Jazz, who he had been desperately trying to reunite with). He and Nightbeat work together in a joint private detective agency.
- Groove/Go-Eun moved from Busan to the UK to get away from her family and is the one who’s aloof/initially has a hard time adapting to team life.
- Meanwhile Beltran is rabid and will drop all the bodies for his pack.
- Initially they’re an independent rescue division who work in sync with each other.
- Near the end of the war when facing Unicron however, Rung finds a way to repurpose old Quintesson tech—the same kind used for off-world colony Titans except in a smaller scale—to manipulate their modes of rescue transport and have them form ‘Defensor’, a mini-Titan of sorts which all five of them drive like Jaeger pilots (yes, they need to mind-link!) to safeguard at-risk cities. Defensor, like Caminus and Unicron (formerly Antilla), has a sentient AI formed from different facets of their personalities—Hassan’s integrity, Shamar’s sense of brotherhood, Beltran’s tenacity, Fatima’s kindness and Go-Eun creativity/calm under pressure—and is like a big ol’ Great Pyrenees around them.
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Back on my 'being sad about Xehanort' bullshit again while I should be going to sleep but thinking about how Eraqus in kh3 is able to succeed where Hoder failed (at coming back from the dead to talk Xehanort down) because it is the first time in Xehanort's actual entire life that he has ever been offered what he perceives to be unconditional love.
Like going back to 'my guess is nobody's ever loved you' like we the player as an objective third party now know that's not true and people did genuinely love him but like... Does Xehanort know that? His whole life is characterized by abandonment and the subtle implication that he will be rejected if he fails to live up to expectations.
Like. His very first chronological experience on screen is being given up by his mother. When he's only like five years old he asks if he can see her again if he can be strong enough at resisting darkness - even at that age, he feels that being able to meet HIS MOTHER!! is conditional on his performance. He describes the Dandelions as 'seeming like they all like each other' and asks if that's what having friends is like because he's not allowed to have friends, unless he's good and strong enough.
Player loves him but they love him for being Ephemer's blood. They put so much pressure on Xehanort about being the child of destiny, how can Xehanort interpret that in any way except that if he fails at that, he's not worthy of Player's love? Then Player dies too and it's not even clear how long Xehanort was TOTALLY ALONE on that island before Ansem sent him on his way, but what does that isolation do to him? No wonder he hates Destiny Islands so much??
And then in Scala he finally has friends but there's this undercurrent that any relationship in Scala is conditional on agreeing with the dogma about the light. Xehanort kind of tentatively floats the idea a few times that it's more complicated than that but he ALWAYS pulls it back when Eraqus has a serious negative reaction to the idea - and then he sees what happens to fucking Baldr, where Hoder rejects him right in front of Xehanort for falling to darkness, and he loses everyone but Eraqus, the one he cares about the most but also the one most likely to judge him and find him lacking. Of course he ends up feeling isolated, and like he can't confide in Eraqus?? Just like Baldr, he can't feel safe talking to his closest person about his feelings, because for him, love has always been conditional, and remains conditional throughout his entire life. Of course he gives up on it, and decides to just burn the whole place down, if that's the thing that's expected of him. The only thing that makes him worthwhile.
Until... The end of kh3. When Eraqus, who realized his mistake with Terra was also his mistake with Xehanort, extends the same grace to Xehanort that he learned to with Terra. When he says 'I know what you've done, but it doesn't change that I love you and want you to turn back.' It is the first time anyone has ever told Xehanort in literally his ENTIRE LIFE that they're not going to abandon him regardless of what he does.
Like not to have turned into a big ol Xehanort Apologist but it genuinely just makes me so sad. His life is so lonely. We have all dragged Woody because Xehanort had friends but Woody is right; no one has ever loved him at that point in his life in the way he needed. If they had, he probably would not have turned out Like That.
(Edit to clarify when it's not midnight: this is about Xehanort's perceptions of how the people in his life love him and not necessarily how his parents/parental figures actually felt. Yes Xehanort was an empath but not a mind reader and there was no way for him to know that the love he felt wouldn't be revoked if he didn't live up to the expectations on him, given his track record of repeatedly losing almost everyone who loved him.)
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"You finally found him?" Pepa asked and the thunder and lightning around her made her look a lot scarier than normal, especially with the twisted smile on her lips.
"Si. I heard him. He was in the woods and talking to someone about how Mirabel shouldn't have been able to survive, that he had slashed her throat so that she should have bled out in seconds. His accomplice is a woman. They're hiding out somewhere in the woods on the far side of the Encanto." Dolores relayed making the family nod and gear up for a fight.
Luisa looked like she was about to Hulk Out according to Tio Bruno.
They didn't know what that meant but okay.
Mirabel was there though at the door looking terrified and signing for them not to go. That she didn't want them to be hurt.
"Oh princessa. Don't worry. No one is getting hurt except the mean Bad people. I promise." Bruno assured her with kisses and glowing green eyes.
"Just you wait sweetheart. Your ol Tia is gonna strike them with the biggest lightning bolt!" Pepa said and she cuddled Mirabel a bit, kissing her and a quiet Camilos heads to assure them.
"We'll be back soon Mariposita. But I need you to be a big brave girl for me okay? I need you to keep an eye on your Mami and Tio Felix and Camilo. Can you do that for me?" Alma asked and Mirabel straightened up with a scared but determined look on her face as she nodded as seriously as a five year old could.
💥💥💥💥💥 WORLD STARRRRRRRR
I'm glad they found them both, but I will say, they are. Finished. They are going to disappear off the face of the planet, because the Madrigals are about to beat them 6 ways to Sunday 💀💀
Guys put your shoes on, we're gonna go watch 👹👹
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I love your headcanon about Jasper's DnD nerdiness 45 years ago 😂 How big/involved did these games get and who did he play against?
Ha ha, thank you! I'm a big ol' nerd myself so I love these kinds of "deep dive" questions.
I feel like it first started out really, really small with only one, maybe two, people from school. I'm sure Alice played one game to see "what all the fuss" was about but with her ability to see into the future, it probably wasn't fun for anyone ... except maybe Alice. I can also see Carlisle getting into it as well and they played for awhile, but then something happens at the hospital and now Jasper's without any "family" players. Edward tried but didn't understand all the "fantasy lingo" and Emmett was too easily distracted by all the "shiny things" lol. I think Jasper probably posted signs at the high school and maybe even local community college. Maybe at a few game stores back in the day, too. Possibly at a restaurant/coffee shop if he could sweet talk them into it. (Which, knowing Jasper, I'm sure he could/did.)
While I was at the tail end of the Satanic Panic and it had mostly come and gone by the time I was really aware of things, I feel like there was probably still some hesitancy from folks (mostly adults but maybe a few "straight edge" kids) regarding DnD. If I remember correctly, I think there was some "concern" with DnD being Satanic as well. So maybe there was a bit of an "underground" vibe to Jasper's club. Maybe Jasper also used his emotional manipulation to sway people or ease their fears about it, which may have helped to add more members. But I also feel like, with Jasper's ability to elevate the moods - maybe add a little bit of "cool factor" to the appeal - I think it probably caught on in popularity pretty quickly. One week there was only one or two people during the designed game time and then three weeks later you've got eight or nine kids there.
I think, just with Jasper's limited ability to hang out with a bunch of humans, it probably was never hugely popular. I also think that - with my limited DnD knowledge - you probably don't wanna have, like, forty-five people playing, either. I think at its height, there were probably maybe ten to twelve people playing at a time. And he probably broke them up into two groups of five/two groups of six. I think it was always unsaid but Jasper was the president/organizer of the DnD club so he'd be tasked with picking a time, date, seeing about available classrooms (if at school)/other locations, who'd be on teams, etc. I can see this, almost comical moment, the first time everyone gets together and Jasper doesn't bring snacks and the one human kid being like "No snacks? I'm starving!" And then Jasper has a moment of, like, "Oh, yeah ... maybe I'll have more players if I bring snacks. Human snacks. Like chips. Mental note: research snacks."
I feel like even though Jasper seems to be pretty chill, I think he'd always wanna be the Dungeon Master (DM). Like, I think that was always unspoken as well, that Jasper was the DM. I think, too, that once Jasper found "his people" they were able to play steadily for a couple of years. Or at least until the Cullen's would have to move again. By the time the internet rolled around Jasper gave the online RP community a try but it just wasn't the same. He did it, for sure, because you have all this time, you might as well use it. But it just wasn't the same for him, yk? I also think it'd be really cool if all of Jasper's "original" teammates got together once - like a DnD reunion of sorts. I feel like wigs and costumes could go a long way with the Cullen's and I'm kinda surprised SM never thought to use them. But I can definitely see Alice aging him up (and having a lot of fun in the process) so that Jasper could hang out with his high school DnD pals again and look like he was sixty years old (or however old he'd need to be).
#twilightadvent22#day 2#jasper hale#the twilight saga#headcanons#dnd#twilight#answered ask#jessicanjpa
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Fengqing 16: Feather
on AO3 as of gods, feathers, and a helping hand
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A ghost child was circling him… And there were chickens everywhere.
Feng Xin was at a loss for what to do. He wasn’t a fan of kids and he definitely wasn’t a fan of ghosts. He absolutely was not a big fan of children in the form of spirits.
He couldn’t even handle a living, breathing child sitting still, let alone a non-living, non-breathing ghost child racing around him in circles. He hadn’t even seen his own ghost fetus baby in months!
A few weeks ago, a surge of prayers pleading with him to stop some troublesome ghosts from pilfering a village in the southeast caught his interest. He didn’t need to attend to it, but he did to prevent Ling Wen from handing him more paperwork. He’d do anything to avoid the scholar god’s mountain of paperwork. Anything.
The moon hung high and bright in the night sky when he arrived at the remote southeastern village. All the villagers were asleep by this time. The martial god walked around the streets and neighborhood, trying to spot oddities or peculiarities in his surroundings. The village was old, and some huts were shabby, but it seemed peaceful… until he heard childish giggles from a distance.
A moment later, a boy appeared in front of him from behind a wooden cabin. He seemed to be five years old? Or six? Feng Xin couldn’t tell. Kids were not his forte.
He stopped in his tracks. A child wandering around in the dead of night should have worried him. Kids shouldn’t be out on their own this late, right? He was at least aware of that. Except this boy was different. He was translucent and staring directly at him, a martial god who ought to be invisible to the eyes of the average living person. This boy was definitely not of the living.
“Big Gege!” the see-through boy called out to him with an enthusiastic wave. “You can see me?” His big smile was missing a bottom front tooth. “Are you here to play with me?” he continued as he skipped over to Feng Xin. “I’m going to let the chickens out of ol’ Hu’s farm!”
It seemed that he’d found the source of the village’s annoyance, an innocent-looking ghost child only as tall as his waist. A child he was convinced Xie Lian could put to sleep by telling him bedtime stories about magical swords and mystical creatures. Xie Lian had always been good with kids. He was not.
Feng Xin responded with a smile, “You can call me Feng Xin.” He didn’t want to frighten the boy away. He may not be a living kid anymore, but he was still a kid. “What’s your name, big guy?”
The scruffy-haired boy looked at the tall martial god and answered with a toothy grin, “My name is Han.” He looked up to Feng Xin in excitement.
Other than stealing a handful of grains, knocking furniture around, and occasionally scaring a farm animal or two, he didn’t seem particularly dangerous.
Or so he thought until he was forced down to his knees by the small tiny ghost child.
“Come, Feng Xin gege.” Han’s voice chirped in the cool air as his small translucent hand pulled on Feng Xin’s hand to ol’ Hu’s little farm. His hands were cold, and he giggled softly as they made their way to the chicken coop.
He couldn’t kill a ghost child, could he? He’d never killed a child before, living or dead. A death sentence seemed a little extreme for something so harmless. The boy was nothing more than a mild nuisance. There had to be other ways to deal with a restless child spirit.
Feng Xin made a decision. He may not have been good with kids, but he was, after all, a general who commanded hundreds of middle court gods. And he’d led thousands of soldiers into battles as a general during his life as a human. So a firm, resolute, stern statement should do it, he thought.
“Han, you cannot let the chickens go,” he started with a gruff voice. It was not as rough as the normal tone he uses with his attendants, but it was close. “You need to stop terrorizing the villagers and the farm animals. It’s not nice,” he added sternly.
Han turned back to him with sharp eyes and whined in anger, “Big Gege’s not nice. You said you were gonna play with me.”
Before Feng Xin could reply, chickens were flying and clucking everywhere around him, blinding his vision with feathers. He couldn’t do anything but shield his face with his arms. Then, he felt a solid kick to his shin.
And that was how the great General Nan Yang was brought to his knees by a child, a small ghost child no taller than his waist, in his own territory.
Han circled him, trying to get more punches on the martial god. Feathers were stuck to the god’s face. Feng Xin wanted to cry.
And then, a pair of elegant black boots appeared on the ground before him.
Fuck.
As if the world wasn’t mocking him enough, Mu Qing appeared at that time, looking down at him on the ground with his hands crossed over his chest. The moonlight cast shadows on his face, giving him a mysterious ethereal glow.
“Tsk. The great General Nan Yang defeated in a vicious battle with chickens and children,” Mu Qing mocked. His expression was almost a smile, enjoying every bit of Feng Xin’s suffering.
“Fuck off Mu Qing,” Feng Xin snapped as he pulled himself back up, brushing off the dirt and feathers. “Why the fuck are you here anyway? Don’t you have Xuan Zhen statues in your land to destroy?” he fumed.
Mu Qing rolled his eyes. “My worshippers know better than to carve inaccurate statues of me by now,” he replied coldly. “Unlike some, they learn fast,” he added, an apparent jab to Feng Xin while walking towards the ghost child who cowered behind the chicken coop at the sight of another god. “Ling Wen said you had an arduous mission and may need some assistance.”
Feng Xin sighed. He did tell Ling Wen he had a challenging mission. He really didn’t want to do more paperwork and he wished the perpetually tired and cranky goddess of books and scrolls would hire more attendants. Surely someone of Ling Wen’s calibre could afford it?
“Han, was it?” Mu Qing asked politely, kneeling down to match the translucent boy’s height. “Why did you beat up Stupid Gege?” his tone was pleasant as if he was praising Feng Xin instead of mocking him.
Feng Xin clenched his jaw. He was not going to start a fight with Mu Qing in front of a kid. He was not. It’s undignifying. He was nothing if not a dignified god, a representation of the heavens.
“Stupid Gege wouldn’t let me scare the chickens,” he cried to Mu Qing. “He said I’m mean,” he bounced closer to Mu Qing as he complained about Feng Xin.
“Don’t listen to him. Stupid Gege is stupid,” Mu Qing asserted, receiving a small giggle from the boy in return.
“Is Pretty Gege your friend?” Han asked Feng Xin.
Feng Xin groaned internally. Of course Han would like Mu Qing more than him. Mu Qing had always been good with kids. Feng Xin never understood why; the guy was cold, indifferent, and had the emotional capacity of a shellfish, but kids loved him anyway.
“His name is Mu Qing,” he answered casually. He would not comment any more than that. Mu Qing was not not pretty, but no one needed to know he thought that.
“Han, Stupid Gege wants to say sorry to you,” Mu Qing says. Feng Xin’s brow furrowed at his words. “He’d like to play with you again. He wants to scare the cows in the fields with you,” he continued.
“Mu Qing, what are—”
“Han, excuse me and Stupid Gege for a moment,” Mu Qing interrupted sharply. He gave Feng Xin a commanding look to leave the ghost’s hearing range. “I need to teach him to be courteous.” Han nodded and stood in his place as the two gods walked away towards the trees.
“What the fuck are you doing? We can’t let him run around destroying villages!” Feng Xin barked as they were out of hearing range. “Are you trying to cause trouble in the southeast? Is that what you’re trying to do?” His brows furrowed as he raged.
Mu Qing hissed in reply, “Observe the boy, you big idiot.” He glanced over to Han from where they stood. “How fucking dumb are you?”
Feng Xin’s anger faded, replaced by confusion. “What do you mean?”
“What were you going to do?” Mu Qing rolled his eyes again. “Did you really believe he’ll quit bothering villagers and farm animals because a nice big general told him to?”
“I…” Feng Xin faltered for a moment, hand reaching the back of his head in confusion. He still hadn’t decided what he was going to do with Han. His initial intention was to slay a menacing ghost. That was until he discovered the menacing ghost was only a child.
“He has no family.” Mu Qing stated bluntly, interrupting Feng Xin’s thoughts.
“How could you tell?” Feng Xin noticed Mu Qing’s gaze was soft as they observed the boy. Very un-Mu Qing-like of him.
“His clothes are full of holes,” Mu Qing’s eyes never left the boy. "Poor families would patch up their ripped clothes as much as they can to make them last longer,” he stated. “And look at how thin he is,”
Mu Qing would know. He hadn’t been homeless, but he had lived in poverty in the slums of Xianle with his mother before becoming the crown prince’s personal attendant.
“Oh.” Feng Xin was stumped. He really didn’t notice. He was never known to be observant of details like clothing, ornaments, and other detail-y things. Hell, he barely even noticed the colors on his own clothes. Fine points were not his thing. It was one of the reasons he hated doing reports. Mu Qing, on the other hand, had always been good at them.
Feng Xin noticed Han was just wearing a thin outer robe and pants too short for him. Both were ragged, hole-filled, and covered in filth. On top of that, his collarbones jutted out, and his arms were so thin they appeared brittle. He bet that, if the boy weren’t translucent, his skin would have been a sickly pale color too.
“He wants attention, Feng Xin. Causing a ruckus is the only way he’s getting attention from the villagers,” Mu Qing added solemnly. “The street urchins back in Xianle were like that too.”
Feng Xin wanted to kick himself for not noticing. Mu Qing was right, he was an idiot.
“Hey, Han! Let’s go to the fields and play with cows!” he shouted cheerfully, calling the little ghost over.
As they made their way to the fields in the dark, Feng Xin held Han’s hand and Mu Qing trailed behind them. The ghost cheerfully told his two god geges about his ghostly experiences terrifying villagers by knocking things down and banging doors and windows. Feng Xin listened and laughed along until Han told them about his life before becoming a ghost.
“They used to be able to see me. All of them. Ol’ Hu used to scold me all the time for breaking into his chicken cage and stealing eggs,“ Han quipped as he walked. "But I was always hungry,” he added, “and some people would offer me pieces of bread in return for an egg.”
Feng Xin’s heart sank as he heard those words. Everyone knew that eggs were more valuable than bread. He gripped the boy’s hand even tighter…
“I don’t know what happened. Then, one day I woke up, and no one could see me anymore.”
Feng Xin and Mu Qing exchanged understanding glances. They both knew Han had died of starvation. During the dead of winter, it was not uncommon for the homeless to find shelter somewhere and end up dying peacefully in their sleep from the cold and hunger. They had come across many such events during their years living in poverty with Xie Lian following the collapse of Xianle. The fallen prince would often request their help to help bury the bodies.
“Stupid Gege, did someone curse me?”
“No—”
“Yes,” Mu Qing interrupted quickly, giving Feng Xin a look. “Stupid Gege and I will find the big bad sorcerer and kill them,” he added, glancing at Han with kind eyes, a look he only reserved for children.
“Have you ever ridden a cow before?” Mu Qing steered the conversation away from curses and sorcerers. “Let’s put you on that big one over there!“ he said, pointing to cows grazing contentedly in the pasture.
“Pretty Gege is so nice!” Han smiled brightly as he took Mu Qing’s hand.
Feng Xin watched as Mu Qing gently carried Han atop a cow while coaxing the child away from the topic of his life as a human. Mu Qing’s interaction with the boy was…. kind. It was a side of him rarely seen by others. Feng Xin had only seen it once when they were both humans. Street urchins in the poorer districts of Xianle flocked to their Mu Qing Gege, who always showered them with kindness and fruits and candy.
Feng Xin smiled at the sight of the elegant god and cheerful ghost in front of him.
They spent the rest of the night listening to Han and playing in the fields with him. Mu Qing hoisted him on his shoulders as they attempted to catch Feng Xin. Then, they played hide and seek, with Feng Xin searching behind every cow to find the other two. Eventually they collapsed on the grass and stared into the night sky, counting stars and identifying constellations.
Feng Xin knew the other gods in the Heavenly Capital would make fun of them for devoting so much effort to pleasing a tiny ghost child. It didn’t matter because he knew it was the proper thing to do. The giant smile on Han’s face as Mu Qing ran while hoisting the boy on his shoulders was worth it. And he knew Mu Qing thought the same too.
They played until the first rays of dawn arrived. Until suddenly, the extremities of Han’s translucent body began to fade into the cold air surrounding them.
“Pretty Gege, what’s happening?” Han asked Mu Qing as he looked at his disappearing self. His cheerful expression shifted to one of concern.
The two generals immediately understood. Han’s soul was moving on to his next life. They couldn’t do anything about it, which was for the best.
“You’re going to a better place,” Mu Qing knelt to the ground and held on to what he could of Han’s fading hand. “You’ll be alright,”
Han looked up to the two martial gods, his eyes wide and watery. “Will I get to see Stupid Gege and Pretty Gege again?” His voice stammered with uncertainty and possibly fear.
“Yeah, of course, you’ll see us,” Feng Xin assured him. He felt his throat tighten up. Of course, it was a lie, but he didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth—that his soul was leaving for good, and it was unlikely they would meet again. Feng Xin and Mu Qing were gods who handled the affairs of the mortal and ghost world. They have no way to find or locate spirits who have been sent back into the cycle of reincarnation.
“We’ll play hide and seek again when we meet,” Mu Qing promised, his voice cracking as the rest of Han’s torso began to fade. “And we’ll bring you candy too,”
As the sky turned pink, Han’s translucent body slowly dissipated into nothing. His big smile, missing a tooth, was the last to disappear.
Finally, only a soft whisper could be heard: “Thank you, Feng Xin Gege, Mu Qing Gege,”
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Feng Xin and Mu Qing stood silently on the field, watching, as red and pink streaks filled the sky.
“He was a good boy,” Feng Xin started, breaking the silence between them. Mu Qing, standing next to him, nodded slowly in agreement. “And thanks for your help today. I don’t know what I would have done or said to him if you hadn’t shown up,” he added, glancing at Mu Qing, who turned to face him.
“You would have fucked it up is what you’d have done,” Mu Qing teased, his expression soft, still slightly solemn, but light and calm.
Feng Xin agreed, “Yeah.”
Mu Qing took a step closer and plucked a chicken feather from the top of Feng Xin’s hair.
“For you, Stupid Gege.” He handed the small, light feather to Feng Xin.
Feng Xin replied with a soft smile, “Thank you.” He carefully tucked the feather in his robe, treasuring it.
“Pretty Gege, let’s go back,” he suggested softly, feeling lethargy slowly taking over his body.
“Let’s.”
They made their way back to the Heavenly Capital in silence together.
-end-
#mxtx fandom#fengqing#mu qing#tian guan ci fu#feng xin#heavens official blessing#天官赐福#tgcf novel#mo xiang tong xiu
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Looks at you with my Big ol curious eyes. So. tell me about your OC (<- hands are on my chin as i kick my feet) ^_^
omg! kicks my feet twirls my hair around my finger giggles
i am inserting this like five minutes through typing this you 100% dont have to read all of this because it is VERY longwinded and probably difficult to understand sory 🌟
so basically their name is ara she uses they/she and all neos etc etc 19 ish years old i have not completely locked that down BUT!! she basically lives in a fantasy type world and its like. semi set in a minecraft roleplay because i am #cringe. so she is half enderman half human and is like. enderian royalty maybe? unclear. so she gets banished 2 thr overworld which seems to be a theme in my stories??? and xe has a husband named robyn who has so much tboy swag (they r t4t). so she came to the overworld meets robyn he takes them in they fall in love etc etc romance she meets a couple of her best friends , carrie (sister to micheal put a pin in the latter) and kevin because i cannot come up with a name that is not the whitest thing ever for the life of me
and at this point the people on this server type thing (minecraft roleplay i have so much for irl ara but i am NOT getting into that rn) are creating kingdoms and shit (i Cannot remember for the life of me wtf the kingdom ara is living in joins whaever. starts with an m) and theyre deciding rulers and shit. so this guy micheal (remember him?) who is actually my oldest oc hes been a thing since i was like 10 years old. but he becomes the ruler of m name kingdom and the queen/king 2.0 is named damien, hes micheals husband.
so micheal rules for a few years, and eventually damien is like girl when is it my turn 😐 so it turns into a whole argument that ends in damien killing micheal and actually whoops! he planned 2 do that so a bunch of fireworks are set off and theres this super cinematic and also disturbing scene where damien is holding micheals severed head up to the kingdom on a balcony while theres fireworks going off all around them and i have definitely tried to draw it at somepoint. so damien is banking on everyone being asleep during this time because oooo i need to be super showy about killing my hisband but also I Will Get Arrested but! ara was awake because Of Course they were.
so damien gets control over the kingdom for like. 2 months. and then ara goes to Somebody (no idea who. the cops because she is a bootlicker at first i guess) and damien catches wind of it So he sneaks into aras house and kills her 🥰 but at this point hys already given testimony and Uh Oh! damien gets banished to The Pit which is exactly what it sounds like and now ara is a ghost. wooooo!
so now both micheal and ara are ghosts and robyn (remember that guy ⁉️) is like. in denial about and simultaneously super resentful of aras death because Everyone can see ghost ara except robyn because He Was The One Who Loved Her Most (carrie cant see micheal also but deals with it by having someone around who can tell her what micheals saying but robyns too busy greiving in a super unhealthy way to do that) and ghost aras sad about it
so then eventually ghost micheal goes to visit damien because hes like damn i still am in love with that guy. fucked up. so he goes to see him and i just realized i have said the word so way too many times in this post. whatever. ghost micheal goes to visit damien and damien sees him and is like God Fucking Damn It Youre Supposed To Be Dead. so he tries to kill ghost micheal with his bare hands because hes gone a little crazy in the pit because he has nobody to talk to or whatever. and in defending himself ghost micheal accidentally kills damien so now hes a ghost!!!!!!
and i have not figured out anything past there but theres definitely more. should probably have written all this down at somepoint sooner i have this all stored In My Brain but also even if i could remember the rest this is way too long already and ive been writing this for like half an hour
#asks#apileofmoss#SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL!!!!! I ADD IN A LOT OF FILLER ALSO#oc tag
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So I got this new anime plot. Basically theres this minecraft youtuber except hes got HUGE boobs. I mean some serious honkers. A real set of badonkers. Packin' some dobonhonkeros. MASSIVE dahoonkabankaloos. Big ol tonhongerokoogers.
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Kaleis, an OC.
Long story short, 'Kali' was wealthy girl that was bored of living the noble's life of courthouse drama and false smiles, so she said "hey, you are all naught but a gangle of milksops and ninnyhammers devoid of any favorable traits and I harbor respect for none of you, lmao" to her family and all the other big rich noble houses, and left home to become a Church Knight, which is like saying "I'm going to renounce my BIG FAT INHERITANCE to work retail instead", except she was rebellious there as well, which was all fine and dandy because even though she was disowned, no one dared say anything against her due to, oh, you know, her noble lineage of House Lakatos, which is The Biggest And Richest, so she did as she pleased because no one wanted to risk getting CIA Disappeared until she insulted the WRONG OLD MAN, a massive mountain of a veteran who discarded his name years ago and only goes as Silver Stake now, due to losing his arm in a battle forever ago and having replaced it with a silver prosthetic that, instead of being a functioning hand with five digits, is basically a war pick that resembles a hand holding a stake. The thing about this old goat is that He Doesn't Give A Shit Who You Are Or Who You Were Born To, so when she said to him "you are a third rate SENILE BOOR and with a fourth rate GHOULISH slicked-back hairstyle", he made her his assistant and gave her that good ol' Kill Bill Hellish Training Arc. This did not fix her attitude but it did teach her the delicate art of THROWING HANDS, particularly how to control her ability to create metal from her body, which she mostly uses to make huge blades out of her arms, and, I mean, she can also use it defensively to cover herself in metal before a hit lands on her, but Kali and 'defense' aren't good bedfellows, because she is an TRYST with "IMMENSE AGGRESSION" and "ATTACKING" and "A MAIMED ENEMY CAN'T HURT YOU".
So she made it BIG until and even got to meet the Physical Goddess that particular Church served, and then unilaterally decided "you are all (except Master Stake, sir) BOORISH AND CLASSLESS RATTLECAPS, like a LAME HORSE, waiting to be shot in the back and be made into low-grade jerky, bye" and she became a freelancer, where her superior training let her dominate as a mercenary, until she met this dapper Oni swordswoman who absolutely fucking ragdolled her, which made Kali be like "HEY, I RATHER FAVOR THAT IN A WOMAN" and they became rivals, until Kali left on a journey to improve herself to finally be able to defeat this Oni lady! But then in this journey, she committed the cardinal sin of eating a Fairy! Oopsie! *audience track laughter* It gave her the ability to wield brutal Lightning, but it also inflicted her with a degenerative condition, a Brand, present only on those who have eaten a Fairy, present in her eye.
(you can see her other eye is fine, and still its original purple color)
This would usually be Very Bad News And It Would Suck but Kal's specific case raises questions because the Brand usually afflicts both eyes, but in her case, it's just the one, and she doesn't exhibit the other symptoms of Branding, but when asked, her response is "Mind your own business, you lackadasical blunderbuss,"
So when she came back Wiser And More Mature from her journey, ready to have a final duel with the rival she never once could defeat, she found out her rival had died under mysterious circumstances. Which made NO SENSE because she was VERY STRONG. The shituation reaches DOUBLE TROUBLE status when she receives a letter left to her by this rival, which reads "SORRY, TAKE CARE OF MY DAUGHTER, THANKS BRO LOL" and so Kali adopts her rival's kid and is currently raising her, but she doesn't give up hope that this might all be a MYSTERIOUS PLOY.
So now you have this ex-high ranking runaway noble fuckhouse raising a little Oni girl and working oddjobs to provide FUNDS so they don't go HOMELESS. Her favorite job is beekeeping, because it's very easy to just collect a ton of honey when you can simply cover all of your skin in metal, resulting in a lot of VERY ANGRY, VERY CONFUSED bees. She's also still RUDE but not malicious.
So if you ever are walking down the street and see a metal woman fixing an AC unit in the fifth floor without any sort of OSHA-approved gear or conditions, or perhaps come across a movie set and see a stunt double that just sort of takes literally every fall and hit, gets up as if nothing happened, dusts herself off, and walks to the next set to get hit by a car, or maybe even someone sticking forks into electric sockets as a street performance for some money, all with a straight face, then chances are you saw KALEIS LAKATOS in the flesh.
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waking up next to the karasuno second & third years
request: the waking up next to the first years hcs was the purest most adorable thing i’ve ever read 🥺🥺🥺could u do one with the second or third years too?
a/n: thank you so much for loving the first one i did! i’m sorry i haven’t been as active, i go in and out of a creative mindset and this quarantine isn’t really pushing me to stay creative. i just sleep most of the time LOL. here it is! :)
[WAKING UP NEXT TO THE KARASUNO SECOND AND THIRD YEARS]
-nishinoya, tanaka, daichi, sugawara, asahi
nishinoya yuu.
waking up next to nishinoya yuu isn’t filled with excitement or him jumping off the walls, like you might expect it to be. i feel like the first ten minutesof waking up for him are really slow, like he’s just barely opening his eyes and looking at the ceiling.
for some reason i really feel like he wakes up before you. he goes to bed at like two am, but wakes up at eight am to practice or go on a little jog.
but every time he wakes up, the first thing he looks at is you. your peaceful state, your slow-rising chest, the little breaths leaving your slightly parted lips. noya is a really emotional person, and I can bet you real money that he gets real giddy seeing you next to him.
you don’t usually sleep in his arms because he’s a wild sleeper and probably starfishes, so when he wakes up his limbs are sprawled out, some on you, some hanging off the bed. and he just barely turns his head at there you are in your morning glory.
his heart literally swells five sizes bigger. he’ll shift over to be next to you and move your hair out of your face or just mess with the hair at the top of your head, basking in the love you cause him to feel.
after a few minutes of doing that, he’ll let out a big ol’ sigh and wrap his arms around you, squeezing tight to wake you up.
“mmm,,,,noya, what are you doing,,,” “i’m just feeling grateful :)”
and you look up at him, and there’s a feeling of security that fills you. he may not be the biggest or strongest, but the light in his eyes and the warmth in his arms that he wraps around you make you feel safe.
not to mention that his hair is down and sticking out everywhere. it’s a cute picture that only you’ll ever see
you return his gesture and wrap your arms around him, thinking about different ways to make him stay in bed instead of going out for a jog.
basically; the morning is filled with hugs and soft smiles, knowing looks and arms that evoke the feeling of being safe and being loved. his hair is wild, and his hands are tugging at your own strands.
tanaka ryuunosuke.
you two almost always wake up in the same position, his arms spread out, your head resting on one of them, one of his legs propped up like a tent and the other flat on the bed, you curled up against his side. since he’s a touch-starved individual, he finds any excuse for you two to be as close as possible every second of every day.
you both actually wake up a few minutes apart, whoever wakes up first is a coin toss. and when you wake up first, you get to see his face void of the tension is usually has, his mouth is a little open with small snores coming out, his fingers twitching every few seconds
tanaka’s body reacts before he does, so even if you try to get up, his arms just holds onto you and keep you attached to his side. he swears he doesn’t do it on purpose, and that his body just needs you :’)
on days when he wakes up before you he stays as still as stone. no joke, he’s so afraid of waking you up and experiencing your wrath that he just. freezes
but as he’s frozen, he takes the time to just stare. no smile on his face, he just stares, drinking in your sleeping form. he occasionally takes a change and slowly turns, stretching out his arm for his phone on the side table. when he can reach it, you can bet he has 200+ new photos of your sleeping and he makes them his screen savers
the second he sees your stir awake lightly, he pounces on you an covers your face in little kithes and saves your lips for last. sometimes he’ll wait until you open your eyes and look at him, pouting like “where’s my real kisses :(” before he gives you a big boy smooch
you giggle and caress his chest with your hand, happy that he wakes you up like a queen everyday. trust me, he’s happy he gets to be the guy whose face you see first thing in the morning
he usually scrolls through his phone for like an hour before getting out of bed, and you just sit there and watch tik toks with him. you two my wake up at roughly the same time, but you get out of bed before him to make some morning smoothies (he totally asks for a protein shake AGAGA)
basically; your mornings get started at the same time, and he loves to make sure you’re up by pelting you with kisses that you love. you scroll through tik tok while being smushed next to his chest before you get up to make breakfast.
daichi sawamura.
not gonna lie, when he wakes up he spend like a minute or two in bed at MOST, he hates just staying in bed because he feels like he could so much more productive than lie around and do nothing. you, on the other hand, wouldn’t mind staying in bed for the entire day.
so here’s the way it usually goes: he wakes up a minute before his alarm (7:00am) and just quickly sighs before reaching over you and turning it off so it doesn’t wake you up. then he kisses your forehead (his breath smells bad, so he’s not going to kiss your lips) before getting up and washing up. he gets ready to go on a jog, and he kisses your shoulder before he sets out on his journey.
but every once in a while, there’s something wonderful that happens. he doesn’t feel like working out. he wakes up at the same time, but he just doesn’t feel like doing anything. on those days, he completely indulges in your warmth.
he doesn’t care if he wakes you up and hoists you up so you’re completely laying on his body. of course you wake up, but you already know what’s going to happen, so you just softly groan. “so you don’t feel like getting up and decide to wake me up? really?” “yes, really” “...you’re lucky i love you” “im the luckiest man alive”
you two actually talk during mornings like those, you love pressing an ear against his chest and hearing the vibrations his voice causes. it’s like calming background noise to you.
“are,,,you even listening. we’ve got a lot to do today” “i’ve been ignoring everything after you said ‘getting up’“ “...of course you have”
you haveto convince him to stay even longer in bed, because he really hates staying in bed, like he just wants to make “eggs or fucking toast or an OMLETTE PLEASE I JUST WANT TO DO SOMETHING”
in order to persuade him to stay for a little longer, you usually just kiss him. normally he hates morning breath, but when it’s you kissing him so tenderly he can make an exception or two
ngl it usually leads to making out or morning sex, like i said he needs to do SOMETHING
basically; you wake up like a married couple. normally he gets up right away, but every once in a while he;ll decide to spend some extra time with the love of his life, and that time is usually spent kissing and...doing other things ;)
sugawara koushi.
instead of you waking up in his arms, he wakes up in your arms. like his face is pressed against your chest and your arms is haphazardly resting over his shoulder. his arms are undoubtedly around your waist, his lags entangled with yours
every morning, without fail, he wakes up first and somehow slip out of your position and into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth before making two cups of coffee and coming back into the bedroom, setting them on the nightstand, and crawling back into bed with you
usually he sits up in bed and moves you to rest your head in his lap so he can reach over to sip at his drink. his hands comb through your hair and he trifles through his emails just incase some parent messages him about something
sometimes he’ll stop scrolling at look down at you, feeling happy and 100% sure that he has the greatest life; first he wakes up in your arms, spends time with you, spends time with kids, and them spends more time with you
the school he teaches at starts at like twelve pm, so he likes to take his time waking up so he’s as happy as possible. and spending a lot of time with you is key to that.
can only wait for so long before he pokes your side until you wake up. the entire time he’s like “please wake up” “i’ve got work in like four hours! let’s do something!” “i’ll make breakfast if you give me sufficient payment ;)”
literally the second you wake up he props you up and you look drunk as hell when you first wake up but he still thinks you’re beautiful <3 cute rat
he rests your head on his shoulder and kisses you until you’re fully awake, you don’t always kiss back but that’s because you’re not fully there and you’re just,,, “is there a bird pecking at me? what the hell - oh, it’s koushi”
“can’t you wake me up like a normal person?” “no, i like kissing you awake. isn’t that cute? :)” “not when you kiss like a bird.” “so you have,,,,chosen death?”
when he’s feeling extra happy he has no issue putting you on his lap, facing him. he wraps your arms around him before doing the same to you and burying his face in your neck and humming a soft tune. he’s just such a calming presence that sometimes you fall back asleep in his lap :’)
basically; it’s a cute and happy morning as he rests you on his lap and peppers your lips with kisses to wake you up. playful banter is included, and so it coffee breath.
asahi azumane.
he would love to wake up to you pressed to his side, but he gets hot really easily, so he cant hold you to sleep. he totally hugs a small pillow to sleep and you can old press up against his back, which he doesn’t mind.
he’s the type to wake up at ten am naturally, and every morning he yawns and stretches out his arms, rolling back a little before yelping at the feeling of you getting quietly crushed beneath him
when he realizes that it’s just you, his heart beat stabilizes and he turns over, flipping the sheets off of him to he doesn’t overheat, and grabs you hands, lacing his fingers through with yours
you’ve been dating for a while, so he’s completely comfortable doing skinship with you. he’s not embarrassed at how much he loves you. he likes to gently caress your face with his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones and sometimes across your bottom lip
no lie, waking up with asahi is the softest thing ever. he gives you one single kiss on your cheek, letting it linger for a few seconds before pulling away to see your eyes cracked open
by this time he’s lightly hovering over you, and he just lets out a slightly bashful smiles and leans down, his forehead pressing against yours
you think that you must’ve saved a cat orphanage in your past life in order to get he delicious treat of waking up with asahi’s face in front of yours everyday
“good morning to you, too, azumane” “morning :)” “did you have that weird dream again?” “the one where hinata grows to be eight foot three and dunks me in a basketball hoop and leaves me up there and becomes the ace?” “yeah” “yes. yes i did.thanks for reminding me.”
sometimes asks for extra cuddles before getting up to take a shower, and when you say yes he just :):):) and envelops you in his warm embrace and rubs his beard goatee thing on your forehead as you grovel in pain because it’s in that in-between phase where it’s scratchy and long
sometimesasksyoutoshowertogetherbutyouusuallyhavetodecipheritbecausehe’sallblushyandit’ssocuteyoucoulddie
honestly struggles to get up in the morning because he really loves just laying and existing with you, his mind not focused or worried about anything but the way your chest rises slightly out of sync with his, and sometimes he imagines your chest heaving beneath his,,,,but hat’s astory for antoher time
basically; waking up with him is like a fairy tale. his gently lips and even gentler arms wake you up like a queen, and he makes sure that you feel the same way he does. sometimes there’s extra cuddles, sometimes there’s some showering together.
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Omg yes of course! Though I would like to see a dad Harry or a wedding related blurb and/or imagine :))
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dadrry is my favourite! let’s go!!
September 14th. The dreaded day.
This day had been a long time coming and one that you hadn’t properly prepared yourself for. Harry was very relaxed about it all, teasing you when you cried for being such a wuss. Your emotions just seemed to overrule your mind and the tears were out once more.
“I don’t want her to!” You sobbed against Harry’s chest like a big ol’ baby.
Both of you were cuddled up on the couch, you snuggled tight into Harry’s side. His arm was around you back and laying rest on your waist, whilst he constantly gave you forehead kisses to soften your cries. The TV was playing some quiz show, but neither of you were watching anymore.
“Lovie, she has to.” Harry softly laughed at how ridiculous you were being, but at the same time keeping himself strong because he, too, wanted to cry now.
“But she’s too young!” You whined louder than a 3 year old being denied sweets.
“Y/N, love, she’s five. It’s time okay?”
“No. She’s my little girl.” You pouted, tears in your eyes but no longer streaming down your face.
“And she still is your little girl. Mine too. She’s just going to little people school now,” Harry kisses your cheek as you looked up at him, “she’s going to learn so many new and exciting things, yeah? She’ll make so many friends - if she’s anything like her parents, which believe me she is.”
You laughed at his attempt to cheer you up a bit. You weren’t ready to admit to yourself that your baby was going to school. It felt like yesterday you were taking her home from the hospital and beckoning to her every cry, now she was so independent for a 5 year old that you sometimes felt useless.
“She’ll be graduating university before we know it.”
“Baby, I think you’re getting a bit ahead of yourself there!” Harry chuckled, catching a tear from the corner of your eye and wiping it on his joggers.
“Maybe.” You rolled your eyes in agreement with him, but not wanting to admit that out loud.
You tucked your head back against his chest and hugged him tighter, not wanting to feel like you were losing anyone else. You hiccuped your cries away as you finished watching the end of the crappy TV show, before going to bed together and dreading the next day.
••••
“Uh oh.”
The house was frantic this morning and it really didn’t need to be. You were preparing Poppy’s snacks for the day, whilst Harry was double checking the checklist for things she needed and Poppy was eating her breakfast. Well, trying to eat her breakfast.
“Oh Poppy!” You sighed when you saw that the milk from her cereal had gone all over her jumper. Luckily, you were a prepared mum and had bought two of everything. “Ok arms up.” You told her and she did, pausing herself from her Coco Pops.
You threw the dirty jumper into the washing machine and pulled out a clean one from the airing cupboard.
“Here, let me.” Harry offered, seeing as you were still cutting up fruit and vegetables for her.
“Thank you.” Kissing him on the lips before getting back to your station.
“Alright little miss, arms up.” Harry ordered his daughter. “You’re a right messy eater aren’t you?”
“Mhm.” Poppy said, quite flat and quiet.
“Hey Hops, what’s wrong sweetheart?” Harry had forever called his daughter Hops as a nickname, because when she was first trying to say her name she couldn’t pronounce the ‘P’ so would call herself ‘Hoppy’ instead.
Poppy looked down at her cereal as Harry was adjusting the jumper on her accordingly.
You were quietly putting the snacks inside a container as you listened to their conversation.
“Just scared daddy,” she pouted, “I don’t think i’ll make many friends.”
“Hops, listen to me,” Harry made his daughter look at him and crouched down on the floor - so he was now looking up at her, “you’re going to have the best time of your life in school, okay? You’re going to make so many friends and every day is going to be an adventure—”
“Like the ones me and you have, daddy?” Poppy asked excitedly, making you smile to yourself.
“Exactly like that, baby. Except they won’t be as good, because I won’t be there.”
“Well I don’t want them to be as good if you’re not there.” Poppy cupped her dads cheek so softly, it brought tears to Harry’s eyes.
Pull it together, Harry thought.
“You’re going to be safe there Hops, and you’ll just love it.”
“Okay daddy.” She nodded. “Love you.”
“Love you, too. Now go brush your teeth and then we’ll go.” Poppy hopped off the chair and went upstairs to brush her teeth - carefully this time.
•••••
Harry just had to bring his fucking huge Range Rover.
You would’ve been quite happy to turn up in your civil Mini Cooper, but no. Harry said first day impressions are the most important and so ‘go big or go home’.
As Harry finally found a parking space big enough to to fit his asshole car in, you were finally at your destination. The first trip to this school of many.
“Alright baby, let’s do this.” You had no idea whether Harry had said that to you or Poppy, but both of you listened and began to climb out of the car. Poppy waited for Harry to open her door and hoist her out of the car - seeing as this stupid car was far too high up for her to climb.
Could you tell you hated this showy car?
Poppy took ahold of both your hands, walking in between you both. She was happily humming to herself whilst you and Harry sussed out the playground. Some children were stood cowered behind their parents legs and some were already playing tag with each other by the swings.
The sound of screaming children was so loud, but it created an atmosphere of happy chaos.
“You okay Hops?”
“Yep!” Poppy was more than excited now - she just wanted the day to start.
You and Harry went to go and stand over by some other parents who were just as lost as your family was.
“Hi? Excuse me,” you waited for them to turn around, smiling with happy faces - their daughter stood behind one of her dad’s legs in fear, “do you know where the Reception students are supposed to go right now?”
“Someone said they’d be out in five minutes to round them all up, I think.” One dad spoke back.
“Thank you!” You reached out your hand to shake theirs, “Hi i’m Y/N Styles. This is my husband, Harry and my daughter Poppy.”
“Nice to meet you. Archie and Felix Johnson. This our daughter, Millie.”
Everyone introduced themselves by shaking hands, but what surprised you all was the interaction between your two, seemingly, timid daughters.
“Hi Millie! Would you like to be my friend?” Poppy walked up to her and asked politely. Millie had appeared from behind her parents and excitedly nodded her head in yes.
•••••
After school Poppy was a bundle of energy and happiness. She couldn’t wait to talk about her day with her two favourite people.
“So how was school then, sweetheart?” You asked her on your car journey back home.
“It was so really good,” her grammar not being entirely correct, but you not having the heart to correct her yet, “and there’s this boy in my class…”
As she continued to talk you looked to Harry with a smirk, seeing his face full of disgust and soft anger. Harry spoke one final time, before your attention was fully dedicated to Poppy.
“She’s moving schools.”
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