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married life ! ┊ft. nene, aoi, akane, teru
synopsis. married life with them.
content. fluff, gn reader, intended lowercase
her notes. can mokkes be used as a pillow
— yashiro nene
married life would be quite calm and relaxing.
housework is split 50/50 but if you or her is very tired from work one of you would offer to do the other's chores for a bit
even the simplest things like the two of you cooking together makes your heart skip a beat !
the two of you have a pet hamster by nene's request :3
if the two of you aren't busy, she'd plan small dates around the town or city you reside in.
the dates would commonly consist of looking at cute appliances, furniture and whatnot.
grocery shopping is quite a hard thing because most of the time the two of you end up with a few of the things you planned to buy and the rest consist of junk food
either way, married life with her is really comforting : ) she'd always be there for you like you'd be there for her
the early morning light entered through your shared home, illuminating you and your beloved in bed, you awake while nene was still asleep.
you cherished moments like these, the warmth and comfort felt around made you feel so safe. even having her beside you is already enough for your heart. not to mention how cute she looks. despite her sayings that there are better people out there, she forgets that you chose her, and she chose you.
you felt so lucky to have her.
— akane aoi ; m
married life with him would be busy yet fun!
in terms of housework, it's 50/50 aswell on mosy occasions but he'd really prefer to do the job for you! especially if you're tired from work.
he'd be the type to wake up earlier than you to cook you breakfast :3 and i feel like he's not really a morning person but he feels better if it's you he's waking up for.
another hc is that he commonly listens to jazz or classical music, and when he plays it out loud while both of you are cleaning you two would end up dancing : )
for dates, he prefers them the typical way. a romantic dinner, a walk on the dock at night, etc. despite it being generic, he'll always enjoy any second he spends with his significant other.
if the two of you go shopping, he becomes very strict and acts like your babysitter TT he wouldn't allow any things that aren't planned to be bought. althoouugh,, if you bat your eyelashes at him, tilt your head, and ask in the most polite way, he reluctantly allow to let you buy something.
it was 8:57 pm, and the sound of water running and dishes clashing were the only thing to be heard at the moment. you and akane had just finished eating dinner and you offered to do the dishes considering he already ran the rest of the errands earlier.
until, akane caught you off guard by wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. it was uncommon for akane to do this, yet it still continues to surprise you. "kane, im doing the dishes, you can hug me later." you giggle out yet he just tightens his hold around you.
"but i want to hug you now." akane said nonchalantly. accepting it, you continue with the dishes while your beloved was embracing you.
— aoi akane ; f
married life with her would be fulfilling.
despite the fact that she's popular and whatnot, i feel she'd prefer a secluded and comforting life
for housework, she'd offer to do all of the chores but of course, you need to help aswell so she reluctantly lets you TT
she'd be the type to buy you flowers !! and with this, your house would probably be filled with flowers too
in the privacy of your home, she lets herself unwind and confide in you, without anyone else's expectation of her : )
she'd like cuddling too! just the two of you on the couch, close to eachother while simply watching a movie makes her happy
for dates, i feel like she'd enjoy on of those craft studios, specifically pottery making! even though its quite cliché, she likes it when you're behind her, helping her through the pottery process too >< oh and she'd definitely love dates to the zoo aswell !! especially if she's with you,she likes admiring the animals : )
she's kinda lenient with letting you put whatever you want in the shopping cart when you two are going grocery shopping, but she's the type to secretly put them back too 😭
"thank you for the date, [name]." aoi said, the two of your were walking around the zoo whilst talking about each other's day and jobs. "it's no problem aoi, i love being with you, really." you responded while aoi blushes a bit a your statement.
"well, for this date, i'd like to treat you to!" aoi beamed. "how about some ice cream? what flavor do you want?" she continued to ask despite you really insisting its fine. but, you faltered against her, seeing her focused face makes youe heart melt and you eventually let her treat you.
"thank you for the ice cream too, aoi" you said, while the both of you continued chatting with your ice creams.
— teru minamoto
married life with him would be chaotic but fun.
teru's good on almost all aspect of housework! except cooking.
he'd try to cook you breakfast but he fails at even cracking the eggs TT for some reason the eggs exploded when he tried cracking them???
another time, he tried baking and the cookies came out burnt and charred.. and incredibly salty too..
after those times, you forbid him from the kitchen.
he'd be clingy, super clingy. if he comes home exhausted from exorcist work, he'd only want to have you in his embrace and won't let you go until for a few hours.
he'd be super romantic when it comes to dates. literally giving you a bouquet full of roses and asking you out for dinner. with the tuxedo suit too.
grocery shopping with him is a 50/50. most of the times you get what you need and only that. but the other half, you two end up getting unnecessary things TT
a loud bang could be heard from the kitchen, it was early in the morning and you noticed your lover out of bed. you could have only guessed what happened. you immediately got out of bed and headed to your shared kitchen, seeing your husband's focused and beautiful face on.. charred eggs?
"ah, [name] you're finally awake!" teru said, his eyes lighting up once he saw you. "i made you breakfast, do you want some?" he asked as you stepped forward to him, taking a look at his work. it was, unidentifiable? you guessed that the beige colored whatever the shape was pancakes..? the look on his face and the food he made was really contradictory.
despite that, you offered to cook breakfast instead. even if your husband can't cook, that doesn't take away from the fact you love him.
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Kyvir: You travelled with Bhaalspawn before, didn't you? What do you know of them?
Minsc: Ahh, Boo has an inkling that this is not the question you mean to ask. I saw some hint of things when our minds mushed together - but Jaheira confirmed it for me.
Minsc: You are of the same blood as our old friend: a Bhaalspawn, and as close to Minsc as if they were his own kin.
Minsc: That makes Minsc your uncle.
Kyvir: That's all you have to say? You're not worried what my blood might turn me into?
Minsc: A curious question. Are a child and his father always alike?
Minsc: Take Minsc! He does not have a clear memory of the face of his father, but he does remember tugging on the thick, red whiskers that sprang from his chin.
Minsc: A beard for the ages! Boo could have nested there happily through even the harshest of Rashemen winters.
Minsc: Now - look closely at Minsc, and what do you see?
Kyvir: You don't have a beard.
Minsc: Correct! There are more whiskers on Boo's tiny face than on the mighty chin of Minsc!
Minsc: If Minsc did not inherit the flaming red hair of his mother, or the bushy red beard of his father, why would the spawn of Bhaal inherit his wickedness?
Kyvir: Thank you. It's nice not having to justify myself for once.
Minsc: Minsc is not here to judge - that is a thing for hamsters and hathrans alone.
Oh, this is very sweet. Especially with how Durge's first response to learning that Jaheira wants them to track down Minsc and realizing that he's an enemy of Bhaal can be "Minsc of Rashemen, the guy who hunts Bhaalspawn?" Being able to establish that worry in their mind only to meet Minsc and have him immediately say "No, your father doesn't decide who you are and I'm not going to judge you on the grounds of your blood" when the topic comes up is fantastic. I also love how Jaheira clearly wasn't worried about Minsc taking it badly for a second, since old friend or no I think that if she expected him to respond poorly she wouldn't have told him, at least not without talking to Durge first. It's also nice to know that the mind link from the tadpoles does give away them being Bhaalspawn, at least to someone who'd know what signs to watch out for; I did wonder if that would be the case.
Also! I love how Durge initially tries to sidestep around what they want to ask only for Minsc to immediately grasp what their actual point is, both for how tidily it establishes Durge being nervous about raising the subject with him (when if you choose to tell the earlier party members about it you just tell them outright that you're Bhaalspawn and don't dance around it at all) and how neatly Minsc cuts to the chase in order to assure them that he's not going to judge them for it. It's a bit strange that he says his connection to Gorion's Ward makes him Durge's uncle, since that would imply a connection to Bhaal rather than one of Durge's half-siblings, but that immediate insistence that they were Minsc's family and that makes Durge Minsc's family is incredibly sweet. Both because of the way he doesn't hesitate for a second to say it and because of how he clearly still thinks the world of Gorion's Ward (although that second one will probably be more effective when I've played the first two games). Minsc's metaphor also isn't really the greatest (divine blood coursing through your veins and pushing you to kill isn't exactly the same thing as your dad's beard inheritance-wise), but it's so clearly well-intentioned that it still works.
And it's also very fun how Durge can thank him for not making them justify themselves at all. While the rest of the group's concerns do come from a place of genuine care and worry for Durge and it's very fair that they all feel the need to say "You have to fight Bhaal" since that is a very pressing issue at the point in the story where it comes up, I can definitely see Durge being relieved to have one person learn they're Bhaalspawn and respond with essentially "That's okay." Minsc doesn't need to be reassured that they're going to fight Bhaal's influence, because a) he has plenty of experience with Bhaalspawn doing just that and so isn't as worried as people without that experience would be and b) Jaheira presumably wouldn't be travelling with them if she didn't trust them to make the right choice. Minsc also connects them to Gorion's Ward first, which is a fun touch; instead of saying they've got the blood of an evil god, he's saying that Durge has the same blood as a hero. It's just so good, I love him.
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Migrane | Aj Shabeel
AJ Shabeel fluff oneshot from a request I got on Wattpad, extra long 3k wordcount- hope you enjoy
Quick pose for the camera:
(I litr cannot this man is SO FINE)
Anyways, just read this:
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"WAKE UP, NIA!"
I groaned as I felt a body land on top of mine, sending harsh rings through my ears.
"Aj, please, get off..." I forced my head under the blanket, pulling a pillow over my head for good measure. My head felt as though it were still ringing, and I had chills running up and down my spine.
"What do you-" Aj's rambling paused as I felt his lift his head up to survey my huddled figure under the sheets. "You good, babe?"
I shook my head under the covers, wanting the world to swallow me alive. I'd never had a headache like this- from the moment I woke up all the way at 6am- all the way to what I could only assume was late morning, given the sun had risen and was reflecting all over my room, only making my symptoms worsen.
"What's going on, do you feel sick?" I felt the cover gently pull away from my back before I felt Aj's soft tracksuit against my back, his fingers softly threading through my hair and running down my scalp soothingly before he pressed a soft kiss onto my forehead.
If there was one thing I loved from Aj, it was when he got soft- when his jokeful and witty demeanour was cast away, and he only showed his gentle, domestic side through hugs and kisses until I couldn't breathe. Domestic rat I would call him through laughs- though the real laugh was when for my birthday he bought me a hamster, called Rat.
"I don't know, my head feels like shit and I-I... I feel like I have a cold but worse..." I sniffed, nestling backwards to keep the contact against Aj's body- finding some sort of comfort in it. "My head's throbbing, the light hurts, moving hurts..."
I felt him pull away momentarily, hearing the sliding of blankets and Aj's movement before my back came back into contact with him.
"What are you doing?" I groggily asked, straining my energy to roll over and face him, blocking out the majority of the light within the room by shading my eyes with the blanket.
"Googling what the best pain relief is... for a migrane... I want to assume you have a migrane." Aj spoke slowly as his eyes scanned the side of the laptop, fingers dancing across the keypad before returning to my head, gently massaging the scalp as he read. I sighed appreciatively, leaning into his touch and closing my eyes peacefully. It was moments like which I loved- where it was just AJ and I- nobody else between us disrupting the peace. "I'll be back in a second- I'm just gonna run down to the corner shop and get some paracetamol and then I'll be right back, okay?"
"Nooo, stay with me, please..." I threaded a hand through his which lay on my head, pulling the blanket down so I could look up at Aj- his big brown eyes full of care and concern. "Don't leave me alone like this..."
He brushed his thumb over the back of my hand, leaning down and pecking my cheek before detaching his hand.
"I want to stay with you too baby, but you're so sick right now you're gonna feel miles better when you have some paracetamol, okay?" He pressed another chaste kiss to my forehead and on top of each eye before pulling away with a smile. "And you don't have to be alone- I'll ask one of the boys to come up and give some company- who do you want to stay with you whilst I'm gone?"
To be frank, I didn't want to be around any of the Beta Squad boys. They were great when I was feeling okay- I could always have a good laugh and find entertainment with any of them- but when my head felt like it was being bashed by a baseball bat I felt as though they'd be too loud to be good company.
"Whoever you find, I don't mind..." I responded quietly, smiling back before he left the room. "Aj!" I called just as he exited the room. He turned back, eyes wide, waiting to hear what I had to say. "Love you."
"Love you, too." He gave a soft smile before exiting out, leaving me to close my eyes for just a minute before-
SLAM
"NIAAA!-"
"Noooo" I moaned back, stuffing a pillow over my head before throwing it at the voice causing them to stop- Aj's voice a distant echo as he yelled "SHE HAS A MIGRANE YOU BIG BASTARD!"
The voice across the room let out a little gasp before apologising profusely, bending down to give a short hug before sitting on the end of the bed. I could tell by the lank of his arms that it was Niko sat beside me.
"Can you get me a water?" I croaked, cocooning myself in the duvet like a caterpillar.
"Yeah of course- you want any food? I don't know if you've had breakfast yet," Niko checked, to which I could only nod in response. He hurried out, returning only seconds later with an ice cold bottle and a box of Cookie Crisps.
"I'll close these blinds so that you don't need to cover your eyes with the duvet, I know how bad too much light is when you have a migrane," Niko was right. Shutting the windows did massively help the headache. He passed the box of cereal, taking a handful for him to munch whilst speaking as well. I lowered the blanket slightly to watch him as he walked laps across the room, making conversation without me even speaking. "-I actually used to have loads of migraines, especially as a teen, but my older sister was always really good at comforting me... She'd get a cold towel and some pain relief tablets and just kind of sit and comfort me-"
I enjoyed Niko's steady flow of stories about his sister and childhood, relaxing and focussing on what he said until I started hearing another voice.
"She fall asleep?"
"Yeah, midway through all my stories. I thought they were actually quite entertaining but either way at least she was relaxed enough to sleep, I suppose-"
"Hmmff..." I let out a groan to let them know I was awake.
"Hey baby, I'm back..." Aj's voice melted as he began speaking to me, Niko giving a soft awhh from behind before I heard the door close, indicating he had left.
Opening my eyes slowly, I pulled the blanket down a bit to see Aj as he sat down on the bed beside me, splaying his legs out and planting a plastic bag on his legs. The crumpling sounds of the plastic made me retract slightly which AJ quickly acknowledged.
"Here, have these..." He held out a carton, popping the foil and holding out a capsule for me to take, before reaching for my water and unscrewing it, holding it steady against my lips so that I could slowly gulp down the icy drink with my medicine. He pulled it back slightly and fluffed my pillow up as I pulled myself up so that I sat slouched besides him.
"I took a little bit of time, I'm sorry- but I did because I wanted to get some stuff for you," Aj gestured to the bag with a grin.
"You shouldn't have got me anything, you were already good enough when you went and got the paracetamol-"
"Shh, don't worry- I just though I'd get some fun stuff for whilst you were sick- nothing major, don't worry." Aj consoled me. He knew how I didn't like him spending too much on me, given that certain fans had taken to the DMs to call me a fame-chaser or gold-digger which always made me conscious of how much Aj spent on me.
He emptied out the bag across the sheets, pulling the items up one by one as though it were a show and tell.
"I got you these candles because I know you like my fancy aftershave, so I got you the mini evergreen pine candle because there wasn't a large one, but to make up for that I also got the vanilla cupcakes ones because you always say you're a vanilla girlie, whatever that even means-"
I pulled the lighter from the bedside table from the side, lighting the pine candle and letting it burn to the side, breathing in its beautiful scent which did indeed remind me of Aj's aftershave.
"And because you love fluffy socks so much I got you a few more pairs, and look! This one has penguins on it! They're my favourite animal but these ones also have little hamsters on it which I thought was cute because they kinda look like Rat,"
I giggled at the reminder of our hamster called Rat, though I felt myself melting at his words as I understood the sentiment that had gone into planning all of this and buying so much just for a sick day.
"And this bath bomb because apparently it makes all the water turn shiny and golden... Andbecauseyoustink-"
I gave him a gentle punch as he cleared his throat before letting out a cackle, pulling up the final little gift.
"They also had this thing in the corner which I thought was just gonna play some random old-timey song neither of us would know but you'd be surprised; listen to this:" He winded the little music box, its mahogany wood carved and indented with delicate curved and roses, embellished with small amber gemstones.
He must have made one hell of a detour to have found this old thing I thought, wondering where he could even find something as well-crafted and delicately beautiful as this- however all thoughts were cut short as the little metal arms began twanging, and a familiar tune began playing.
Fly me to the moon...
And let me play among the stars...
Let me see what spring is like on...
Jupiter and Mars
"Oh my, Aj..." I breathed out slowly, feeling as though he'd punctured my lungs; I was at a loss for words.
For some reason, that silly Frank Sinatra song seemed to follow us around everywhere, is what we joked. At the restaurant we first ate out at, the first song I learnt to play on the piano with him, the airport delayed section where we almost slept on those back-breaking metal chairs... We joked about the fact Frank Sinatra was haunting us, though it felt like fate, as every single time we heard that song, we were always inside each other's arms as the final chord was struck and that song ended.
"I also have one final gift for you, Nia," He smiled as I had cosied into his body, hugging him and lying in his arms contentedly. I felt the paracetamol kicking in as my headache became a little something at the back of my head. "You wanna come see?"
"Yes please, my favourite little rat- AAAH!" I let out a squeak as AJ got out pulled me across the bed by my leg before holding me bridal style, walking out the room with me in my arms as though I were nothing, confidently swaggering down the spiral stairs to the kitchen where Kenny and Niko sat.
"You feeling better, Nia?" Niko asked with a grin as he saw AJ and mine's faces adorned with wide smiles.
"Way better, thanks to him," I responded, looking up at AJ to catch his face again.
"You two wanna watch a movie? We're all gonna watch something in the living room." Kenny proposed, removing a bowl of popcorn from the microwave and oohing as the bowl was hot against his hand.
"Yeah that sounds fun, what you think AJ?" I checked as he lowered me to sit on a barstool around the island.
"You guys start watching the movie, I'll be there in half an hour." AJ spoke, walking to the fridge and taking out various ingredients.
He isn't about to try cook, is he? I thought, cringing as I remembered the last time he had tried cooking, when I had ended up with food poisoning.
"Stop waiting around I'm gonna try cook- give me my space." AJ answered my thoughts and shooed the three of us out with a tea towel which he had slung over his shoulder, shutting the door behind him and leaving me to start praying he didn't fuck up another pizza.
"Bit rude of the rat." Niko scoffed, reminding me of my hamster in the other room who I hadn't spent much time with recently.
I grabbed the hamster, Rat before joining Kenny, Niko on the sofa in the living room- Sharky, Darkest and Chunkz sat on the adjacent sofa. The movie began playing- a mix of comedy yet horror at times, with some great music choices. Rat seemed to love the songs as whenever one began playing he started racing up my arm and over to the other one, over and over again. Chunkz found Rat disgusting "That's the type of thing you see in sewage" But Sharky and Kenny couldn't stop laughing every time it happened, Sharky even getting his phone out to record it for the Beta Squad Instagram stories at one point.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
Chunkz pressed the pause button as short, sharp, and shrill beeps began filling the house- causing most to clap their hands over their ears.
"AJ DID YOU SET OFF THE FUCKING FIRE ALARM?!" Kenny yelled as everyone began getting up, flooding the doorway to get to the kitchen and find Aj who was assumed to be the reason for this damage.
Pushing the door open, everyone coughed as swathes of dark grey fog clouded the air, a frantic Aj found in the midst of it all, flapping his tea towel about frantically as he wafted the air through the windows.
"SHUT UP N HELP GET THIS ALL OUT!" Aj threw a few more towels at the huddle of us, before Chunkz spotted the microwave as the source of the smoke.
"WHAT WAS YOU EVEN TRYING TO COOK, YOU IDIOT?!" Chunkz pulled the door open (almost pulling it off), grabbing the oven mitt to pull out the tray.
Two shrivelled, burnt and charred black pizzas were found on the trays, still smoking.
"HOW DID YOU FUCK UP PIZZAS THAT BAD?!" Sharky yelled through laughs as Chunkz advanced towards one of the windows, dumping the two cooking monstrosities out the window before deciding to throw the tray out as well with a muttered good riddance.
As the chaos and smoke subsided, we all slowly panned to Aj. He stood stiffly in the middle of the kitchen, hair puffed up and seeming to form a halo around his head whilst he began trying to find the right words.
"Sorry for the err... Disturbances." He began unsurely. Niko and Kenny looked like they were trying not to laugh. "I think I left the pizzas in for too long.."
"YOU THINK?!" Chunkz quoted incredulously.
"Okay, okay I left them in for too long!" Aj snapped. "But I was preparing this and I forgot about the pizzas-"
Aj turned around, picking up a rounded tin from behind him and presenting it to the crowd in front of him. I peeked over Sharky's shoulder, seeing Aj guiltily wield a pretty well done cheesecake.
It was my favourite dessert and I knew he knew that. He looked up at me with wide eyes practically begging for forgiveness, like the cheesecake was some sort of peace offering.
He pulled the tin off of the cake, sliding it onto a plate and showed the group the pretty well done dessert. He'd even sprinkled some of the extra biscuit crumbs on top of the cheese layer for some garnishing.
I chuckled at the stupidity of the situation whereby Aj had complete burnt the pizzas, setting off the fire alarm and probably panicking the neighbours as well- all because he was too focussed on making such a beautiful cheesecake.
"Well then, I suppose it's cheesecake for dinner."
We all returned to the living room (this time Aj with us), each wielding a plate of cheesecake which AJ had insisted on cutting himself- saving sizeable portions for the two of us at the end, before we joined the rest- tucking in to the almost perfect dessert with out spoons whilst finishing the movie.
"I don't know how you've made such a perfect cake, Aj, but I'm damn impressed." I nodded, licking my spoon once I'd finishing my slice.
"Yeah, you need to make this again sometime." Even Chunkz nodded in agreement.
"Shut up, it's the final bit you guys..." Sharky shushed us from the other sofa, forcing us to watch the final scene, all the way until the final the screen turned black.
I pulled the blanket over my chin, Aj pulling a corner closer so that he too was covered as I squidged slightly closer to him.
"Oh for fuck's sake" I said, though I smiled as I heard Frank Sinatra's voice light up the final screen of the movie, Fly me to the Moon booming as the end credits rolled. With a happy heart, I leaned my head on his shoulder. The memories of our time together flooded my mind, each moment connected by the sweet melody of the Sinatra song. Aj wrapped his arm around my figure, hugging me and holding me happily as he too reflected, letting me cosy into his soft hoodie and feel peace besides him. It had become our personal soundtrack, weaving its way into the fabric of our relationship- and as we sat there, wrapped in each other's embrace, I realised these were the moments that truly made me love AJ- though his mischievous grin and stupid jokes had got him far, only these moments of laying in each others company doing nothing and still being able to feel butterflies was what made him incomparable.
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I Need A Moment (Love In The Lab)
Dr.Endlesstein had just finished taking out a freshly baked batch of brownies out of the oven when the angry mutterings of his husband broke the still air. Removing his cat paw-shaped oven mitts, he called out gently "Bad day?" The reply quickly came, frustrated and annoyed "The stupid printer ended up having a stroke again even though it was supposed to have been fixed. So thanks to that, we are behind with our articles. It's a mess!"
More angry mumbles came as the journalist walked in the kitchen, untying his bun and running his hands in his long hair with a sigh as he sat down at the counter "On top of that, Sharron and her friends kept talking on and on instead of doing their part and one guy kept asking me questions every few seconds. I swear, I was this close to make him the modern day Headless Horseman" That comment almost made the doctor chuckle but he refrained from doing so, it was clear to him that his husband had a very bad day at work and needed to let it out. So he did. Morpheus listened while sipping a cup of herbal tea, it was only them in the manor at the moment since Orpheus was at his favorite aunt's house along with Cori (he asked to bring the hamster with him and since Hob wanted a break from that evil critter, they let him tag along) so they had all the time in the world. "Sorry about that" Hob said after having gotten everything off his chest, sighing a bit as he took a sip of his own tea, feeling his nerves relax a bit. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment before he felt hands lifting him up in a bridal carry
"M-morpheus?!" The journalist squeaked in shock, looking up at his lover's gorgeous face "What are you doing? " He asked, getting no answer as the impossible man that he loved carried him to the couch, sitting on it with Hob still in his arms. The doctor then wrapped him up in a warm blanket and sat him down on his lap with a hum "What movie would you like to watch, Robert?" That name;one that he didn't like many using; sounded magical out of his lover's lips, making his heart flutter with happiness "The Labyrinth. I know, I know, we have already watched it a dozen times but I really need it now". Morpheus agreed and soon put on the movie after dimming the lights. Hob rested his head against his lover's chest smiling as they both sang along to the songs of the movie, they even danced along to that one scene in the movie (if Cori had witnessed that, he would have stared in judgment).
When the movie ended, the journalist felt much better than he felt before, smiling happily as he took a bath with the man he loved and ate the brownies that were actually good and not rocks masquerading as a dessert. That feeling followed him in his sleep, nestled in the arms of his beloved
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we obviously do wanna know about the hamsters, please do tell
okay this is the hastily written out list i typed up yesterday after i made this post. it’s just the ones i can think of off the top of my head at the moment, i don’t expect any of them to make total sense to anyone but me rn, but they are all running so fast on their little wheels.
fics i would love to write if/when i have more time
- ian and mickey meet more of their westside neighbors at this pool party that the building is throwing for all of their residents. ian is immediately accosted by the husbands into doing Guy Shit and mickey cannot be bothered so he goes to find an empty chair by the pool and ends up in the corner with all the wives. all the women are talking about the tall hot redhead that just moved in on the second floor. chaos ensues
- more westside gallavich: ian and mickey go to a dinner party that one of their neighbors invited them to. everyone is wearing ties and sweaters and there isn’t even actual dinner, just a bunch of fancy hours d’oeuvres, and mickey is trying to make nice for ian’s sake but he lasts about 45 minutes before he’s uncomfortable enough to break and ian relents and tells him they can leave. someone overhears them, one of the husbands that kind of knows them, and is jealous they get to leave early. gallavich convinces that husband and wife to ditch this snooze fest and come back to their apartment to party southside style. this breaks out into a game of telephone and eventually the entire dinner party end up in ian and mickey’s apartment and they all have a much better time being less stuffy and boring and the rich neighbors even bring the good drugs
- mickey’s mom shows up at their westside apartment one day, years after mickey was told she was dead. turns out she was practically dead from an overdose but managed to survive, get out, and go west for a few years before eventually she got clean. it’s taken her a long time to come back, but she’s trying to find all her kids. mickey is less than welcoming. there’s so much she doesn’t know, including but not limited to how his “kind and handsome roommate” is actually his husband.
- private high school au where mickey and mandy are transfer students and they really don’t want to be there. ian takes a liking to both of them and befriends them, and the three of them plus lip go through an entire school year together. ian plays basketball. there’s a prom on here somewhere.
- dancing with the stars au where mickey is a famous rock star with an attitude problem and his labor is super fucking close to dropping him bc his image is dismal at the moment, so his manager/agent (mandy) signs him up for a family friendly ballroom dance competition to help his image. mickey has to make it to at least week 4 before he can lose on purpose, otherwise his label will cut all ties. his partner is a seasoned pro and takes none of his shit and—oh yeah did we mention the hot redhead pro in the next room over? the one mickey keeps running into during breaks and on show days? yeah mickey kinda can’t stop thinking about him.
- rockstar mickey au where the milkovich siblings make up a rock band that’s rising to prominent fame and they love what they do and they have each other’s backs even with their terrible manager/father always looming over everything they do. ian is part groupie part friend from home that sometimes travels with the band and is also, in the eye of the public, dating mandy but the band knows he’s just a cover for her to do whatever she wants and not get hounded by the media. the band is about to set out on their second tour, oh and gallavich has been hooking up ever since the end of their first tour but no one knows and thus chaos ensues with the band finding out, terry finding out, and the media finding out. eventually.
- canon divergent post s3 ian goes to the army and actually manages to stay there for four years, maybe eight, and he comes home to chicago and some things are different, but some are still the same because he sees some of the Milkoviches in the Alibi one night—including terry, who’s now smaller than ian (picture s11 ian he’s fucking huge) and has a limp from an old gun shot wound that never healed, and they lock eyes but stay out of each other’s way mostly bc ian wants nothing to do with him and terry knows ian could beat his ass now—and ian wonders just how many milkoviches are still in town. if a certain one will show up here one night. it’s been eight years and ian’s been with other guys but mickey’s still the one he can’t shake.
- canon divergent 2x08: carl asks ian to be his football coach bc ian used to play and ian says he can’t because he has to work but what if we change that and ian gets to be carl’s football coach and even goes so far as to convince mickey to come to some of the games. i just think it would be neat !
so yeah. that’s what’s at the forefront of my brain rn i know there are definitely others in my docs that i haven’t thought of in a while but oh well. will i actually write any of these, who’s to say, definitely not me!
#thank u for asking anon#i feel better putting this out into the ether#feel free to ask me about any of these or chat with me about them#i have many many thoughts#ask sam
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Arcane pet headcannons
VI
She has a bulldog and a ratty ass Chihuahua
Dumbass named the Chihuahua something dumb like "Sniffles"
Bulldog is probably "JJ"
You would think the bulldog was the guard dog
Ha, you're wrong
The Chihuahua when you get even a MILLIMETER close to Vi, its biting your fucking ankles
Better run because bitch is CHASING you down
It's like it downed a entire red bull, monster and starbucks venti latte with 19 shots of espresso in 0.1 seconds
Pray bitch
Cause you are not making it out alive
See ya in hell
The bulldog is just as scared of it too
Cowering behind Vi
Chihuahua made its territory known and not backing down
Probably dislikes and likes Cait all at once
Tiny mother fucker is bipolar as shit
Makes a weird face like its sniffing Vi's horrendous farts every 3 seconds
The bulldog is a sweetheart
Would never hurt anyone
Loves cuddling
Is the definition of lap dog because it doesn't leave Vi alone
Will fall asleep anywhere and at any time
Has fallen asleep on the Chihuahua multiple times
Probably stole Caitlyn's pomeranian
Loved it too much not too
Cait isn't getting it back
Walking through the lanes with the dogs who have sunglasses on all at once
Cool dog mom 10/10
EKKO
He has a snake
Probably a ball python
Takes amazing care of it
Most of the time is holding it
And by holding it I mean bitch is wrapping itself around his neck
Not enough to choke amazing Ekko out, don't worry
He good, he good
Loves scaring people with it though
Chases Scar around the hideout with it
"Wanna touch it? C'mon! He likes you~"
"Ekko, I will murder you-"
Scar loves it, can you tell?
One time was interrogating someone at the hideout for info on Silco's operation and out of nowhere the goon started SCREAMING
Bro was confused until he saw his snake slithering down the goons stomach all calm
Goon immediately wanted the snake off of him and gave all the info needed
So now Ekko, when interrogating someone, usually has his snake doing his little thang for a good luck charm
It brings the good tension and intimidation needed
A little dance every now and then
The snake loves the tree
Climbs it everyday
Snake loves him 100/10
The best snake owner known to man
The kids like watching his snake
How he distracts the annoying little shits
VIKTOR
He has a mouse
Probably liked them so much because in the lanes he saw a lot of them
Probably started an army
Little Viktor walking around the lanes with thousands of em swarming behind him
Probably all on drugs
When he left the lanes he probably found one in Piltover
Gave him some nostalgia so he took it
Gave it some food and restored it's health so the little mouse trusted him
Now when he's working on a little device the mouse is most likely on his shoulder
Sometimes just chilling, eating some food but sometimes wants to be involved
Viktor made him his own lab goggles
You've never lived until you've seen this man all focused and shit, his mouse on his shoulder as they both stare intently down at his gadget
1000/10 talks back to the mouse
*Squeak*
"I should do that, Mousecateir."
"Viktor...what the fuck-"
Jayce has walked in on his conversations with the mouse
Stood there for a good 20 seconds before high tailing it out of there
Booked a therapy appointment and definitely snitched to Mel
Viktor has lost it
Made a dam army suit for his mouse
They shall rule the world
SEVIKA
Has a hamster
But this ain't no normal hamster, no, no
This hamster is CLINGING to its last cells of life
Bro regenerates with every breath he takes
Sevika just won't let the little shit go
Even if she tried
Little man refuses to give up
Well past its expiration date
She doesn't even remember when she got it
That's how old the shit ball is
Thinks it dies at least 10 times a day
Freaks out every time but the hamster wakes up every damn time
Y'know how moms wake up when you barely poke them?
Like that.
Like it just got back from WAR and has PTSD
Eyes wide and shaking
Sevika honestly doesn't know what to do
Probably hasn't even drunk any water in well over a year
Or food
Living off the mere urge to live past its comrades in the walls
Jinx loves it though
Loves terrorizing it
Not on purpose
Probably is the reason all its hairs are graying
Probably loses its hair and is now bald
Looks like a shaved ball sack ngl
Man can't even walk no more
Sevika once turned to fast and this little mf went flying at the wall
AND STILL SURVIVED
Sevika found it two days later
"Oh my god, just give up already."
*aggressive squeaking*
"Okay, geez."
Probably will outlive Sevika and society
SILCO
Has a hairless cat
And a crusty white grandma dog
Dog is probably as old as him
Shaking with every step
Can't even walk properly now
The cat just sits there most of the time
Usually just staring at the ones in his office till they leave
Gets along with the dog surprisingly
Jinx probably got him the cat as a surprise
Told her to get rid of it
But as every prophecy foretold, he ended up loving the creature
Feeds it better than anyone
Of course other than Jinx
Loves his animals
The dog is crusty af though
Has been sitting with Jinx the past few years
Help it, please
Probably has had its hair dyed a few times
Scared of Jinx 100/100
Dog will never die
Cat sits on it's back
Took its dog bed
Dog took its cat bed
Love them both
The cat always sits in the rafters with Jinx
Brings her things she forgot
Steals her stuff too
Also sits on Silco's head
Has fallen onto his head from the rafters
Looks unbothered but was screaming inside
JINX
Has a bird
And a black cat
She took the bird, which is a crow, because she got tired of it squawking
So she just plucked it from the arcade after she saw it staring, wide beaked at her after she shot its mother
Has a pretty cage set up for it
Makes little outfits for it and her cat everyday and all day
It sits on her head all the time, like Silco's cat
She talks to the bird all the time, the bird talks back
She's argues with it everyday
Silco has become worried
Talks to it more than the voices
Bird does it on purpose because it knows she doesn't like the voices
Has sometimes pecked at her forehead but it's alright
Threatens to cook and eat it on a daily basis
Bird calls her bullshit
Has pulled on her braids a lot when mad at her
Then flies away when she tried to swat at it
A love hate relationship really
The black cat is because she once heard black cats bring back luck
And she's a jinx so she thought it was a match made in heaven
She found it in the back alley of the last drop
Immediately took it
Didn't care if it had an owner, hers now
She called dibs
Definitely has it on her lab when making bombs and gadgets
She loves it when the cat purrs, it's like a little engine
Names it Whisker, no argument
I will not be hearing anyone out
Names the bird chicken leg
Or barbeque
The bird doesn't like it but she don't care
Barbeque and Whisker hate each other
Has to keep them separate at all times
Or she puts them in time out
Which is usually just her faking them at each other as she makes them apologize
Loves her animals though
Even if they are little shits
#arcane x reader#arcane headcanon#arcane headers#arcane gif#arcane sevika#sevika fluff#sevika arcane#arcane viktor#viktor arcane headcanons#arcane jinx#jinx arcane#arcane ekko#ekko arcane#arcane silco#silco arcane
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misery vanishes when nanami's close to you, however strange his tactics. cw panic attack in the stables. surprise, relief, comfort and a cowboy's hunting knife. 1k
farmhand nanami tag <3
It happens, it happens, and you haven’t died yet. Trivial comforts that have long since lost their potency run your heart’s hamster wheel. That’s all your heart is at this point, a skittering thing with a life expectancy of three. Cannibalistic tendencies.
You knock the back of your head on the gate to a rhythm that at least keeps you from crying– limp on the floor of the south stables, back against the door to an empty stall at the end of a row of unsettled horses. They hate that you do this here. You hate that it happens and your riding hat slips over your forehead when you tremble a little too hard.
Nanami’s herding new calves today, playing babysitter in their spring pen. The old boss is away at auction so you’re promised privacy this afternoon to gather yourself and dry your eyes and keep your legs from shaking when you finally stand up again. This is worse than usual and spurred by nothing. Sudden and public, it’s been panic attacks and hiding places since you were school age– since before you got this job tending an old woman’s show animals. A two-woman job on paper and a one-woman show in practice, it’s paradise with housing. And the blessed coincidence of a new blond handyman.
Thank god, you shudder as dark thoughts dance their spirals, thank god for another set of hands. Your boots are too tight even after kicking them off, socks and jacket, skin pulled across your ribs, claustrophobic. It’s been ages since the last time this happened but you still can’t brush boars like this, or watch calves taste grass for the first time. When you think too hard about the heartbeat in your ears it makes you shake, the thought you can’t control its volume or pull the broken pieces out. Still, the hens will be locked up to roost and the cows will get their babies back. Dogs will be watered and cats will be scratched because Nanami isn’t pitiful. He isn’t dying, surely dying, in a broken straw bale and you thank god again.
Your horses are hungry. The headache is back and you haven’t taken a breath in seventeen seconds. Stop counting. Talulah the white mare, older than you, stretches a sinewy neck over the top of her gate to nip but you’ve sunk out of her reach. Irritation or curiosity? What did you even come to the stables for?
“Miss?”
The sun is setting in the window behind the saddle hooks and dread begins to drown you. It’s the cumulative weight of every attack since the first, just like always, and always almost too heavy to hold. Like something waiting just out of sight to sink its teeth into your throat. Ghost stories old volunteers used to tell around summer campfires become realities as you rip your hat off your head and hairs with it in an attempt to breathe better, or move better or just be able to fucking see. Hair against your face, straw through the weft of your jeans– legends say they found her body where it laid in the fields, mummified from fear.
“Miss Y/n!”
It’s less his voice and more the knife that startles your face out of your hands. Nanami falls in front of you otherwise silent, kneeling, looming, fist wrapped tight around a knife he’s driven through the wooden stall beside your head.
Immediately, the wheel slows its turning, replaced by nothing, spinning residually under the gaze of a worried cowboy with his hat around his neck. Nanami’s broad chest threatens the seams of his jacket. His hair has been licked into awkward shiny spikes by happy tongues and he’s still got bribing sorghum in his breast pocket, and you realize too late to stop it, that you’re going to cry.
He drops his hand from the blade but doesn’t move away, scanning and tracing the clammy parts of you. Your cheeks and neck, chest and hands. His eyes dart over empty spaces and return again, “Are you okay?”
“You..” you what? Nanami stares through you like he’s stone until your thought is finished and you still haven’t regained enough sense to right yourself. Your back is flush with wood; hair, jacket and undershirt all riding up behind you where they snagged on the stall door when you sank. Tears spill over your lashes, “you startled me.”
Talulah reaches forward again to get someone’s attention; she’s hungry. Her neighbors stomp in their stalls or snort in your direction, but their frustration is too pretty a symphony to answer yet. You’re alive, the world didn’t stop and doesn’t need you to keep turning it.
Nanami exhales like he’s the survivor and leans forward to gather your things. He brushes straw from the brim of your hat, “I’m sorry.”
“That was scary,” you coo, smiling, melting. Pins and needles of the brain, feeling coming back now. You close your eyes to help the tears fall and lift your hands back to your face.
“I’m sorry, Miss.”
You shake your head and breathe three more times before speaking. The voice that comes out is hardly yours. It’s entirely too little. “How’d you know?”
Nanami’s shy with his English, but you understand more than he means when he speaks to you. He lowers his gaze to your socks and lifts your boots by their pull straps to sit them beside you– stops short of overstepping– of slipping them on you. “Bad feeling,” he murmurs and fishes a clean handkerchief from his sorghum pocket. A full body shiver and you try to sit up, try to take what the golden hand holds out for you but your fingers meet his warmth trembling and cling to it. His hand is strong and leathered, it’s gentle with you always and he’s never seen you like this. The embarrassment will come later. For now the horses have given up complaining and you curl forward on your knees in a sob when the gentle cowboy lets you hold his hand. He’s quiet. He rests your hat in his lap and leans no closer or farther away as relief runs its course through your veins. He can explain the knife later. Cats, cows, and show ponies can wait five more minutes.
farmhand nanami tag <3
#brainrot continues#imagine the curse he saw to get him to shout like that#imagine the love he feels to get him to lose his cool#nanami kills your curses like it's his life on the line#like#try as he might to leave the jujutsu world nanami cares too deeply about others to let them suffer#being loved by this man#[gunshots]#panic attacks feel like im being hunted for sport#imagine the love of someone whose job it is to hunt them back#farmhand nanami ˚⊹♡#nanami x reader
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15 People, 15 Questions
I was tagged by @thehiddenbaroness Thank you!!!
1. Are you named after anyone?
My first name no, but my middle name is from my great grandma on my mothers side. It means "light" which I like.
2. When was the last time you cried?
I had a stress cry at work two days ago lol, we had a no call no show and I was there 6 hours later than scheduled.
3. Do you have kids?
No and no thank you.
4. What sports do you play/have you played?
None unfortunately, I was homeschooled so team sports werent really a thing. I recently tried rock climbing and really liked it, and I really want to take dance classes of all sorts!
5. Do you use sarcasm?
I would never.
6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?
I think i notice how people sound first, i like voices and I recently realized I have some aphantasia anyways, faces are hard for me. I think second I notice clothing, not in a snobby way but in a textile nerd way!
7. What’s your eye color?
Hazel.
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
Both at the same time! I’m a big fan of movies like crimson peak (mostly for the costuming though).
9. Any talents?
I’m a decent singer and a pretty good cook and baker. I don’t know if I would say any of those are talents, but they’re things I've practiced a lot.
10. Where were you born?
in the state of Wisconsin, USA.
11. What are your hobbies?
Textile arts mostly! Crochet, knit, embroidery, Tunisian crochet, hand sewing. I’d love to pick up weaving, spinning, and quilting, but I have limited space. I do also like a good hike, usually with my dog. I play some video games, more now that I graduated, and I read almost everyday!
12. Do you have any pets?3! A dog a cat and a hamster :D I love them all, they keep life interesting.
13. How tall are you?
Five foot six on a good day, when I’m not slouching lol.
14. Favorite subject in school?
English I think, with science as a close second.
15. Dream job?I just graduated with my nursing degree and I think right now my dream is to get experience in that field. Eventually the dream is to work as a wound care nurse, but like part time? So I can have hobbies like, gardening and owning chickens, because I have always wanted chickens.
No pressure, those of you who I'm tagging! Just something to perhaps fill an idle few minutes. Sending all of you hugs, forehead kisses, and high-fives per your preference :P
@morwensnonsense @cosmiccoincidence @highempressofdirt @icameoutonthetardis @bitchterra @rainstorm-banshee @guppiesforsale @officialgleamstar @maryellencarter @callmebliss @mercedesdfu @kai-eats @omgpoindexter @bythebyandbithebi @curlyhairedbooklover @boldlyygo @fulgurite-and-petrichor
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PET HEADCANNONS
(Hey! These ideas came from @visukq on TikTok! Check them out! Anyways, here ya go, Enjoy!!)
VI
She has a bulldog and a ratty ass Chihuahua
Dumbass named the Chihuahua something dumb like "Sniffles"
Bulldog is probably "JJ"
You would think the bulldog was the like big one or the protective one
Ha, you're wrong
The Chihuahua when you get even a MILLIMETER close to Vi, its biting your fucking ankles
Better run because bitch is CHASING you down
It's like it downed a entire red bull, monster and starbucks venti latte with 19 shots of espresso in 0.1 seconds
Pray bitch
Cause you are not making it out alive
See ya in hell
The bulldog is just as scared of it too
Cowering behind Vi
Chihuahua made its territory known and not backing down
Probably dislikes and likes Cait all at once
Tiny mother fucker is bipolar as shit
Makes a weird face like its sniffing Vi's horrendous farts every 3 seconds
The bulldog is a sweetheart
Would never hurt anyone
Loves cuddling
Is the definition of lap dog because it doesn't leave Vi alone
Will fall asleep anywhere and at any time
Has fallen asleep on the Chihuahua multiple times
Probably stole Caitlyn's pomeranian
Loved it too much not too
Cait isn't getting it back
Walking through the lanes with the dogs who have sunglasses on all at once
Cool dog mom 10/10
EKKO
He has a snake
Probably a ball python
Takes amazing care of it
Most of the time is holding it
And by holding it I mean bitch is wrapping itself around his neck
Not enough to choke amazing Ekko out, don't worry
He good, he good
Loves scaring people with it though
Chases Scar around the hideout with it
"Wanna touch it? C'mon! He likes you~"
"Ekko, I will murder you-"
Scar loves it, can you tell?
One time was interrogating someone at the hideout for info on Silco's operation and out of nowhere the goon started SCREAMING
Bro was confused until he saw his snake slithering down the goons stomach all calm
Goon immediately wanted the snake off of him and gave all the info needed
So now Ekko, when interrogating someone, usually has his snake doing his little thang for a good luck charm
It brings the good tension and intimidation needed
A little dance every now and then
The snake loves the tree
Climbs it everyday
Snake loves him 100/10
The best snake owner known to man
The kids like watching his snake
How he distracts the annoying little shits
VIKTOR
He has a mouse
Probably liked them so much because in the lanes he saw a lot of them
Probably started an army
Little Viktor walking around the lanes with thousands of em swarming behind him
Probably all on drugs
When he left the lanes he probably found one in Piltover
Gave him some nostalgia so he took it
Gave it some food and restored it's health so the little mouse trusted him
Now when he's working on a little device the mouse is most likely on his shoulder
Sometimes just chilling, eating some food but sometimes wants to be involved
Viktor made him his own lab goggles
You've never lived until you've seen this man all focused and shit, his mouse on his shoulder as they both stare intently down at his gadget
1000/10 talks back to the mouse
*Squeak*
"I should do that, Mousecateir."
"Viktor...what the fuck-"
Jayce has walked in on his conversations with the mouse
Stood there for a good 20 seconds before high tailing it out of there
Booked a therapy appointment and definitely snitched to Mel
Viktor has lost it
Made a dam army suit for his mouse
They shall rule the world
SEVIKA
Has a hamster
But this ain't no normal hamster, no, no
This hamster is CLINGING to its last cells of life
Man regenerates with every breath he takes
Sevika just won't let the little shit go
Even if she tried
Little man refuses to give up
Well past its expiration date
She doesn't even remember when she got it
That's how old the shit ball is
Thinks it dies at least 10 times a day
Freaks out every time but the hamster wakes up every damn time
Y'know how moms wake up when you barely poke them?
Like that.
Like it just got back from WAR and has PTSD
Eyes wide and shaking
Sevika honestly doesn't know what to do
Probably hasn't even drunk any water in well over a year
Or food
Living off the mere urge to live past its comrades in the walls
Jinx loves it though
Loves terrorizing it
Not on purpose
Probably is the reason all its hairs are graying
Probably loses its hair and is now bald
Looks like a shaved ball sack ngl
Man can't even walk no more
Sevika once turned to fast and this little mf went flying at the wall
AND STILL SURVIVED
Sevika found it two days later
"Oh my god, just give up already."
*aggressive squeaking*
"Okay, geez."
Probably will outlive Sevika and society
SILCO
Has a hairless cat
And a crusty white grandma dog
Dog is probably as old as him
Shaking with every step
Can't even walk properly now
The cat just sits there most of the time
Usually just staring at the ones in his office till they leave
Gets along with the dog surprisingly
Jinx probably got him the cat as a surprise
Told her to get rid of it
But as every prophecy foretold, he ended up loving the creature
Feeds it better than anyone
Of course other than Jinx
Loves his animals
The dog is crusty af though
Has been sitting with Jinx the past few years
Help it, please
Probably has had its hair dyed a few times
Scared of Jinx 100/100
Dog will never die
Cat sits on it's back
Took its dog bed
Dog took its cat bed
Love them both
The cat always sits in the rafters with Jinx
Brings her things she forgot
Steals her stuff too
Also sits on Silco's head
Has fallen onto his head from the rafters
Looks unbothered but was screaming inside
JINX
Has a bird
And a black cat
She took the bird, which is a crow, because she got tired of it squawking
So she just plucked it from the arcade after she saw it staring, wide beaked at her after she shot its mother
Has a pretty cage set up for it
Makes little outfits for it and her cat everyday and all day
It sits on her head all the time, like Silco's cat
Has sometimes pecked at her forehead but it's alright
Threatens to cook and eat it on a daily basis
Bird calls her bullshit
Argues with the bird all the time, bird mainly argues back to distract her from the voices
Silco is concerned
Has pulled on her braids a lot when mad at her
Then flies away when she tried to swat at it
A love hate relationship really
The black cat is because she once heard black cats bring back luck
And she's a jinx so she thought it was a match made in heaven
She found it in the back alley of the last drop
Immediately took it
Didn't care if it had an owner, hers now
She called dibs
Definitely has it on her lap when making bombs and gadgets
She loves it when the cat purrs, it's like a little engine
Names it Whisker, no argument
I will not be hearing anyone out
Names the bird chickqen leg
Or barbeque
The bird doesn't like it but she don't care
Barbeque and Whisker hate each other
Has to keep them separate at all times
Or she puts them in time out
Which is usually just her faking them at each other as she makes them apologize
Loves her animals though
Even if they are little shits
#arcane#arcane ekko#arcane violet#ekko arcane#vi arcane#arcane jinx#jinx arcane#viktor arcane#arcane sevika#arcane headcanon#arcane silco#jayce arcane#arcane mel
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Ok but like imagine singer reader who’s like the star of a show but is underscovered so like one day after working a shift for Val she goes to her room and starts singing and Val overhears it from the cam and mic and every demon seeing is just screaming for more
I've thought of like, hypothetical scenarios where "Reader is helping clean a set as a janitor as a second job or is help cleaning the strip club after close (i don't think it actually closes though, like conceptually) and Valentino catches you signing and bopping your hips because no one is around so you're getting sassy with it"
Like I think I mentioned it before but imagine Reader just being like "just collab with other artists or industries or just like sponsor a talent for something else and then bring them to porn later, more people will want to fuck a celebrity turned sex worker over just a sex worker outright, it's the purity culture of it or whatever" and Val is just "k bet" and decides to make you some kind of test subject or like, he discovers your secret career or maybe you have a sms account where you're blowing up for songs and dance covers or whatever and he decides to kind of like, see what happens if maybe he promotes you a little more. Like his boyfriend literally basically runs the tech and media world of the Pride Ring, it would be very easy to arrange you a TV spot or some kind of performance where he could sort of test, ok you think you're such hot shit, let's see you walk the walk. Also lowkey I just straight up see them doing insider trading shit, buying stocks in companies or your label or whatever before they know youre going to drop a song or do a certain sponsorship and Valentino is like "oh this is actually pretty lucrative, tf 😳"
You know how celebrities and public figures will like deliberately have PR stunts where they pretend to date for publicity and shit. Imagine Valentino tries to do that with you and realizes oh wait shit you know what I'm too possessive for this shit actually 😜 or he even, decides he himself will be the "celebrity" you're publicly dating like lmao the articles and photos of you two together drop and it starts rumors and people are responding with that one image of the hamster and the banana and he's like "hmmm business opportunity while I can simultaneously be a creep maybe? 🤔" like he leans in, maybe even being publicly flirtatious and such, doing things he knows will get clicks and articles, like suddenly he's getting you really fixed up to hang out at clubs together and be some sort of weird power couple and also like, depending on your public persona maybe he's using the absurdity of the pairing to gain attention, like if you're a sweet peppy popstar and you're a little shy and then there's. Him. No extra commentary needed lol. Like you know how certain headlines male you go "no way" and you just have to read and see for yourself? He capitalizes on that. He IS a businessman after all
Also god yeah I still occasionally think of that one "readers room is an old set they don't use for whatever reason and it has hidden cameras someone turns on" because of all the different routes for that. Like imagine you're toiling away as a server and you find out about the livestreams and one night you're pissed and he's getting under your skin and you start being a brat and then whenever he basically starts threatening you, you hit him with "oh, well, if im such a stupid bitch I guess I can get another place to live and ruin your little livestreams right? Or what if I just walked into my room and stared directly at the camera and let everyone know that I know they're watching which will INSTANTLY lose you at least half the viewership because they get off on knowing I don't know I'm being watched?" And it just shuts him right up as you basically tell him you're not going to pay rent anymore and you're going to use your wages on things you want for yourself and he can just deduct your rent from all the money he makes from the livestreams
Like I just sit and think of ways Reader could fuck with him or try and turn around this creepy situation to her benefit. Like you're in your room and you know you're sitting at an angle where no one can see your phone and you're occasionally maybe even browsing the chat of your own livestream and you see username [mod] mothpimp repeatedly being a creep and you know it's him so you just text him something like "oh you can say I got a nice ass in a chat room but be a bitch to my face?" And like THIS is how you tell him you know. Or like, something you already do a lot is talk aloud and so you just say shit out loud to make the stream laugh at him or mock him and shit. Like you roll your eyes and 'slam your phone down' "Valentino is such a cunt. Acting like he's hot shit and He's That Bitch when he's got literally no ass, cake nonexistent"
Because think about it, if you aren't happy or at least calm, your streams suffer. Yeah the hard-core fans will notice changes in your demeanor, or, like, maybe reader kind of adapts to this like lowkey traumatic situation and becomes completely desensitized to being watched in her room because maybe it starts having legitimate benefits, besides all the consequences. I imagine realistically it would be very difficult to keep anyone from letting you know about the livestreams and I've even considered Valentino not letting you have a phone or certain tech so that you quite literally cannot find out you're online without your knowledge, but, I mean, for fictional stories you can do anything. It's My sleepover and I get to pick the movie and I like the idea of Reader becoming like actually semi famous over this shit because it's like, yeah perverts are watching but maybe some people start watching you because they think you seem nice or maybe they share a hobby with you and some people are like getting legitimately parasocial, like developing that one mental illness where someone believes a celebrity or artist or singer is performing specifically for them and confessing their love for them" which actually now that I think about it that's a Villain!Present Mic fic idea I started a draft for ages ago
But yeah like, maybe Reader even forces Valentino's hand to give her a decent or even substantial wage on the argument that, you being able to buy shit and like entertainment stuff gives you more to do in your room, and thus, more content for the streams, and like, he seems like a tightwad who barely pays his employees shit but like, he's also A Total Weirdo Himself and he's curious/eager to see what all you would do because, bruh if an employee hadn't began livestreaming your room he probably would have just watched the streams privately. I've also considered, for this concept and also just in general, imagine stumbling on Valentino's phone left open or he's got some hot pink laptop he leaves open or like maybe you're even in his house (like the gang was in the limo and he stopped at his house to grab something and everyone is briefly inside) and you just discover he's got, um, a suspicious amount of materials of you saved. Screenshots, photos, I've even be like "what if Valentino was openly indifferent and maybe even rude as fuck to the Reader but it's a fucking lie and he's a tsundere and he leaves his phone open one day and you find it and there's just like tons and tons of videos where he just came in your room while you were sleeping and just watched you apparently"
And, also ok, to be horny on main like, his eyes glow in the dark and shit and imagine going to sleep in like shorts or something and during your sleep you just kind of roll around and wind up over the covers or partially exposed and he can just walk up and, take his finger and just part the crotch of your shorts and underwear. just looks at/photographs/drools over the sight of your pussy like a creep. you eventually snap out of sleep with his mouth between your thighs and all you can see is the glowing pink in the darkness as you basically wake up with an orgasm, like 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 and of course he still needs to get off too and, well, since you're awake now and everything, and already so dripping wet for him---
#id honestly like to practice singing more bc its just fun to do but my anxiety is so bad i dont even like doing it in privatw#also when you live in apartments you have to bw mindful of neighbors hearing you#but ughhhh i love art and music and i wanna do more fun stuff in my free time#yandere stuff#sinprompts#hh#sorry i keep forgetting someone wanted me to tag hazbin stuff
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I'm curious as to how you got mitched. Was it gradual or did you just wake up one day with an all consuming urge to gently cradle this hamster of a man in your palms and deposit him into your pocket
oh it was not gradual at all let me tell you. it descended upon me faster than the leafs concede 2-0 leads. it descended upon me SO SWIFTLY i'm still reeling and trying to understand WHAT HAPPENED and how this little twink got me SO BAD.
so, the chronology of events and the Epic Tale of The Fall of Troy (me) to The Twink was as follows:
me happily existing as a pens fan who - after a long hiatus of not following hockey closely - just started getting back into the penguins because a casual conversation with my friends about hockey awakened my dormant penguins sicko memories and instincts like mount vesuvius erupting all over pompeii and herculaneum
me happily joining hockey tumblr and frolicking around in the pensblr fandom. i'd seen a couple of leafs games and knew that "that kid marner" was really good and played VERY pretty hockey but I honestly did not think about him at all! he was just some tiktoker lookin ass dude and i was busy tending to my geriatric birds (although i will say - as i started watching more and more hockey, leafs immediately endeared themselves to me for reasons i can't quite articulate. they just had good vibes. the contrast between the INCREDIBLE hypnotizingly beautiful hockey they played + the utterly boneheaded indefensibly bad mistakes and losses to bottom feeder teams? relatable queens!)
and then one day i found "jack campbell cat dad" content on here and became intrigued by auston matthews' massive mountainous body and jawline and looked up toronto maple leafs content on youtube. THIS, DEAR READER, WAS MY FIRST FATAL MISTAKE. you see - the toronto maple leafs' social media team HANDS DOWN makes the best content, because they FUNDAMENTALLY realize hockey teams and kpop groups are the same thing, especially when it comes to gaining new fans.
ANYWAY, i still remember the EXACT video that made me go - "my god, what is this silly little twink all about. why does he have eyelashes like that. i would like to both squash him into a viscous glittery paste i rub on my eyelids like eyeshadow AND cradle him in my fannypack while feeding him little nuts and pieces of asiago cheese." IT WAS THIS VIDEO - tHE LEAFS CALLING EACH OTHER OUT . THE INFAMOUS VIDEO WHERE MITCH DOESNT KNOW HOW TO SAY ENCYCLOPEDIA. i love a dumb little boy!
MY SECOND FATAL MISTAKE was dragging a fellow friend into hockey with me because im incapable of obsessing over something by myself. i always need to get someone else into it too. SO. I started showing my friend leafs content and SHE was like "have u noticed that this little fruit won't stop talking about auston matthews every chance he gets" (EXHIBIT A: THIS VIDEO where mitch mentions how good auston looks in EVERYTHING every 20 seconds. baby girl, enough. ENOUGH. just say you're dickmatized and go)
and then alas. ALAS. my third and final fatal mistake was going down the mitch marner tag on tumblr and unfortunately being exposed to all the ways in which! he is just! AN IDIOT MANIC PIXIE DREAM TWINK with 2 braincells (one of which is a sour skittle), daddy issues and tragic lore, and irresponsibly long eyelashes who loves physically glomming onto every teammate like a baby koalabear, adopting himself into older teammates' families as their part-time son and part-time dog, wearing terrible outfits and dancing in them, generally being a needy sweetheart that loves to chirp his teammates (poorly) but loves gassing them up even more, drawing smiley faces on his gloves to remind himself that hockey is supposed to be fun (this detail kills me every day), and making weird little faces on the bench because he has the zoomies?
god, i am not your strongest soldier! i was not BUILT to be able to resist little sugary sweet morsels like this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if MATTHEW MARTIN, one of nhl's TOP LEADERS IN HITS, caved into mitchell marner heart body and soul....what the fuck am I supposed to do? not give him the love and headpats and neck scritches he wants? not root for his little happiness and well-being? i'm an idiot but not a MONSTER
anyway, that's why i am here typing up this monstrous screed on all the ways in which i was personally victimized by mitchell marner i guess.
okay wait i WILL add one thing - so long before i was a hockey fan i was a soccer fan, and have always always loved undersized creative playmakers who can seemingly weave magic from thin air while effortlessly eluding opponents as if they're made from pixie dust themselves. i have no doubt if mitch grew up in a country where soccer was THE sport, he would be a world class playmaking midfielder right now. and in that sense i do think my adoption of mitch marner as my little hamster was inevitable tbh.
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Split screen life
Visas did not arrive in time for graduation. So yes, virtual it was.
To be fair, when our visas (at least for me and my mother) weren't released on a Friday, we agreed to let go attending the graduation physically. We hoped for a miracle on a Monday, but plot twists are not the order of the day. By Tuesday morning, we're checking in a nice hotel to at least get that wintry cold, c/o airconditioning. Hahaha.
Still a nice day to celebrate. I get to spend quality time with my parents-- a blessing we've learned to appreciate more recently. They're getting older and as much as possible, we wanted them to experience things they should have be enjoying. Mother was so happy she crossed off a seemingly mundane feat -- crossing the busy Landmark-Greenbelt connecting bridge. I had the honor of pushing her wheelchair the whole time. :) You see, my mother, is a PWD. She lost her left leg to a bus accident 19 years ago. She's strong but we know there are times she missed going out on her own. So this is one thing she's so elated about.
Overall, the virtual graduation was fun. Of course, I missed the interaction with classmates, that once in a lifetime experience marching from Torrens Building to the Town Hall with guys playing bugles, donning Scottish plaid skirts. The graduation was also special because it is the last since our campus is closing by the end of the year. Pittsburgh better have a good reason for this. We're sensing because Adelaide's a bit on the sleepy, laidback side, they don't see anything major happening in our campus for the next couple of years. Well, they're lacking foresight-- that city's the next Silicon Valley in Oz; but we'll see.
Anyway, hotel living can be nice. Having your virtual graduation there can be next level posh. Would be good to spend another time for a real staycation.
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Too much virtual meetings for the second half of August. I am so tired looking at screens. Planning to purchase a second, larger monitor, just so I'd have a bigger space to work on. My brother is egging me to purchase a sleeker desktop instead. Let's see budget prospects. Hehe.
Would this be reforming? Not sure. I remembered a friend who's often looking at gadget purchases as life-changing, productivity-inducing. Hahaha! It could be, to a certain extent. Anyway, I need a major push. Been on a slump still. Post-covid probably. I feel like I'm a hamster on a wheel trying to meet deadlines. Actively trying to read and do less work once I get home. I also started 15-20 minute dance workouts every morning just to get me on the groove. But really, there's that niggling boredom, asking myself: what should I do now?
I also guess there's just too much work, I'm stretched too thin, and I'm restless, trying to see which direction should I go now that I crossed off a major life milestone? (i.e., graduate study abroad). Planning on going to a retreat house/ prayer mountain sometime this September. Hope to find some quiet and guidance.
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I did receive my visa before August ended. Casually glancing over email notifications amid office banter. Just waiting for my mother's visa and we're off to the drawing board again. Exciting! :)
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i saw your post and... maybe white peonies for childe? during the height of the fight when he says something terrible/hurt the reader, the reader doesn't lash out and just...... quietly leaves. when they don't come back for a few days, childe panics and up to you how it ends! thank you and i hope you get a lot more requests!
warnings: angst w/ comfort
synopsis: white peonies writing prompt (lover makes a mistake)
writer's note: the idea you suggested with it oh my heart.. thank you so much for requesting! you are so sweet :]] i'm sorry if this doesn't meet your expectations ;;;;
content under the cut!
DIDN'T MEAN IT
as of late, your beloved partner hasn't been himself.
usually, after a long day of work he'd come through the front door with a grin plastered across his face. his arms would be reaching out to lock you into a suffocating hug, asking if dinner was ready or diving in to smother your face with kisses.
but alas, work has been piling up and with the wave of new fatui recruits to monitor, his attitude has been lagging behind.
for the past almost month now, he's been coming home to you sluggish and highly irritable. instead of the familiar grin he bore, his lips were often drawn in a thin line, expression one of a scowl.
you heard the front door unlock and open as you were plating hot curry. a dish you made in contrast to the storming weather outside.
looking up, you saw a familiar ginger with his hair soaked in water shrug off his wet jacket and slump onto the couch, visibly tired.
his posture was stiff, shoulders squared and back most likely aching from enduring the hard day. you smile at him apprehensively, knowing he's not even looking in your direction as his eyes are closed in exhaustion.
"welcome home!" you call, bringing his plate of dinner over towards him. he begrudgingly sits up, arms outstretched.
"thanks," he mutters as he takes the spoon and plate from you. you sit next to him, motioning your hand for him to turn around. he raises a brow at you, mouth already full of food. he looked like a hamster hoarding food in its cheeks.
you smile at him, "so i can give you a massage. your shoulders are hunched over like a grandpa's," you laugh as he groans, doing as you told him.
he lets out a pleased hum when you rub firm but soothing circles into the back of his shoulders. it was a bit rare to squeeze in a bit of quality time like this between the two of you ever since his workload had increased.
the time you two would spend going on walks after dinner was now spent in him alone going to bed early in order to ready himself for the next day.
"how was work today?" you ask, shaking the negative thought out of your head while pressing your thumbs against his shoulder blades.
he grunts, "same as usual." you pick up on his rather disinterested tone and immediately drop the topic, sighing softly to yourself.
he sets his practically clean plate down on the small coffee table and gets up, heading to the bathroom.
"dinner was good. i'm gonna take a shower and sleep," he doesn't even spare a second glance at you as he disappears into your shared room to get a change of clothes.
you only let out a meek "okay" knowing he was too far to even hear you.
later that night, you two slept at the opposite ends of the bed. no matter how long you've endured it, you don't think you'll ever get used to it.
--
the next morning, you were awoken much more earlier than you were used to. all to a fully dressed childe, anticipation dancing in his blue eyes.
"wake up sleepyhead, i have the day off! we should spar!" he practically matched the sun with how bright his smile was.
you only blinked, looking out the window to see that dawn barely begun. opening your mouth to protest, you quickly closed it, thoughts intruding every corner of your mind.
it's his day off. today is all about him and what he wants, not what you want. after all, you have plenty of day offs thanks to being an adventurer in the adventurer's guild.
he was a fatui harbinger, with a workload much more worse than yours and even putting up with training as his favorite past time. the strain on his body is and will always be much more than yours, you convince yourself.
you exhale through your nose, reluctantly letting out a small "okay" and sitting up. you had hoped to spend the day with him in a more relaxing way.
but if this was what he wanted, then you would give him exactly what he wanted.
he seems too distracted and caught up in his own excitement that he fails to notice the obvious dejected and tired look on your face.
--
the atmosphere is thick.
shot after shot released, blow dealt after blow, he took on a rapid pace right off the bat.
your body ached and screamed for rest, bruised arm shaking as you reached for another arrow.
he's more rough than usual. it's probably just him venting out his pent up frustration and anger from the whole month he's had to go through so far.
you stopped once you saw childe rushing towards you. he was equipped with his water blades, electro visibly surging through them.
finally at your limit, you dispersed your bow and lunged back at him, knocking him onto the ground swiftly. he was caught off guard, after all this whole fight you had been play it safe and firing from a distance.
different from your usual and preferred close-up hand to hand combat.
but he was quick to react, thrusting his leg forward and successfully throwing you off of him. it was enough to knock the air out of you and stun you temporarily.
he took this chance to slash at you with his blade, eyes full of irritation and anger. flinching, you summoned your bow, barely making it in time as his blades clashed angrily with said bow.
he falters his grip and steps back, spitting blood out of his mouth.
"you're holding back." he scowls, throwing a sharp glare at you. you felt your blood run cold despite the practical workout you just went through, body on fire and legs threatening to give in.
you're panting, barely able to even hear him from the ringing in your ears, but you manage to make out his words from the look on his face.
you inhale, "i'm just tired--"
"don't give me that. you're holding back because you're scared of hurting me, aren't you? because i barely even touched a fight this month? are you giving me a pity fight?" he practically snarls, gaze cutting deeper into you more than any cut you've dealt with.
you grit your teeth, "you know that's not it, childe, let's just take a break," your voice is on the verge of sounding like a plea.
he scoffs, putting his water blades away and crossing his arms. "yeah, let's take a break."
huffing, he runs his hand through his hair. "if i would've known you were going to slack like this today," he pauses, glaring once more into your eyes.
"then i wouldn't have asked to spar with you out of all the other choices i have."
your train of thought completely stops at this, looking at him with confusion.
"what?" your voice is quiet, so very quiet and so very tired.
but no matter how quiet it is, any normal person can hear the pain in it. how hurt you were.
but he must've been blinded by either (or both) pure anger or adrenaline because he seemed to mull over you completely.
he puts his arms back down, shaking his head at you. "what was i even thinking? lumine wouldn't have given me a pity fight even if i was busy with my job."
"you should take notes and learn to be more like her."
the sound of waves crashing, the way your chest tightens; you wonder if what you were hearing and feeling was real. or maybe it was in your head, because it seemed as if the past month was spent all inside your head.
every single one of your thoughts plagued with exhaustion, every moment you spent alone, waiting for him to come home. to whenever you'd pick out a change of clothes for him as he trudged into the bathroom, not even looking at you.
it was all in your head, right?
you were the one being selfish, not him.
you feel your shoulders slump, seeing childe visibly move his mouth. he's clearly still talking, but all you can hear is his irritated muffled voice and a painful ringing in your ears.
you don't remember leaving. your don't feel your legs carry yourself away from him.
all you knew was that you felt numb. all you knew was that you had to get away from him, far far away.
it wasn't until you were outside of wangshuu inn during the dead of the night did you finally come back to your senses. you rub at your eyes tiredly, sitting down on one of the vacant chairs.
tears slip from your eyes as your shoulders shake, body slumping against the back of the table.
"yeah, let's take a break."
his voice rings in your head. remembering it now, it felt like he was hinting at something else rather than a break from the fight.
what if he just wanted a break from you?
you only feel the tears come down harder, every single one of them slipping down your cheeks.
if a break was what he wanted, then you would give him exactly what he wanted.
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childe groaned into his hands, guilt eating away at him.
it's been five days since your fight, literally and physically. he didn't realize how hurtful his words were until later that same day when he had arrived home to no one waiting for him.
no familiar smile, no kisses or hugs, no homemade dinner by you, hot and ready to eat. but the most prominent thing missing-- no, most prominent person missing was you.
ever since then, he's been searching all over for you. whenever he could, he'd rush to finish his work early if it meant making more time to find you.
he asked everyone you knew if they had seen you around at all, but to his dismay no one gave a favorable answer.
gripping his hair tightly, he felt his vision go blurry before wiping at them with his hand and flicking his fingers.
"crying won't do anything," he muttered to himself, frustrated. he won't give up, he can't give up, after all during that whole month you never once gave up on him.
you only gave up when he himself expressed so. he chastised himself, cursing silently. he never meant for his emotions to take the better of him.
his frustration with work and the adrenaline from the albeit lackluster battle both blinded him from saying rational things. from having rational thoughts. it was the heat of the moment, and no one else was around but you for him to take out his boiling anger upon.
but none of that meant he wasn't responsible.
he wanted nothing but to find you, to hold you and apologize for everything. to treat you out to a nice dinner, whether made by him or some restaurant he didn't care. as long as he got to make everything up to you.
deciding it was far too late to be contemplating such thoughts, childe headed off to your shared room to sleep.
that night was just another night his heart had to endure the absence of your warmth.
--
a week has passed since the last time you saw childe. you've been taking your own time to yourself, thinking things over.
you decided it was time to talk to him again, hoping to at least hear what he has to say.
that's why you're in front of your shared home, outside the front door with your own keys in hand.
but your hand trembles, making the keys almost audible. your heart is pounding in your ears, a dreadful lump forming in the middle of your throat.
you close your eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them and inserting your key into the door's lock.
however, the door opens from the other side. well, more like the door slams open. you retract your hand swiftly, bringing it to your chest. your eyes are wide as you stare up to childe, who was mirroring your own expression.
the only visual difference is that his eye bags are more prominent and his skin appears to be paler than usual.
he isn't wearing his gray jacket, seen only in his burgundy undershirt. his hair appeared to be more unkempt than ever which reminded you of his bedhead.
you blink at childe before averting your gaze downwards, clearing your throat.
"hi," you barely get to say anything else as he takes an abrupt step towards you. you feel him engulf you into a tight hug, eyes wide with surprise at the speed of his actions.
he buries his face into your neck, breathing in deeply. "i'm sorry for being such an asshole," his voice cracks, obviously emotional. "i didn't mean any of it. please forgive me."
your arms come up reluctantly, reciprocating his death lock in a more gentle manner.
"we'll talk about when we get inside," you nearly wheeze out. he brings his head up, tears welling in his eyes as he loosens his grip.
you hold his gloved hands in your own, mustering up a gentle smile. "we'll get through it together, alright?"
his brows, which were furrowed only expressed his growing anxiety but he parroted back your own smile, although shakily. he nods, letting out a "yeah" in response.
his fingers laced with yours, walking behind you through the door.
he silently hopes for this to be resolved quickly, wishing nothing but to take an afternoon nap with you in his arms.
little did he know, you had the same exact thought.
#genshin impact x reader#childe x reader#childe angst#tartaglia x reader#me doing one of my requests for once?? crazy
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My ultra specific wishlist for season 5 which will probably never make it to screen, and will just have to live in my brain forever:
This is long.
- post getting some of the miraculous back, ladybug needs to use pigella's power on chat noir, to see his happiest memory. What do you know, it's the oblivio kiss he thought he forgot, but the fact that he forgot doesn't change that it was the happiest moment! They BOTH get to watch the kiss they forgot AAAAAAH. And the reactions on their faces would be priceless. Him simply getting to see it. Her realising "shit, I guess I did love him already" but being *happy* about it.
- even better?? A complete slam dunk, if you will? Chat Noir uses pigella on LADYBUG and SHE flashes back to the oblivio kiss. He now knows for sure she loves him. Even better, they both look like they're actually gonna kiss again before they're interrupted.
- ladybug realising "hang on, if we were about to change back when we got obliviated, that means I kissed him after I knew his identity."
- chat noir letting slip that he was actually cat walker, and Ladybug having a crisis similar to ephemeral, not knowing who he really is because he was so convincing. Also ladybug flashing back to when they hung from the parachute and she clung to his waist, and blushing.
- ladybug tells chat noir about chat blanc. This only happens when it slips out in an argument, and it makes him finally realise that she does love him, too, but that even she doesn't know.
- or chat noir overhears ladybug tearfully telling alya about chat blanc
- parallel to chat blanc, ladybug tells chat noir "you'll always be chat noir to me" to cheer him up. But somehow, there's recognition in his eyes.
- chat noir gets flashes of the future that never was, when he was chat blanc. He finally remembers what they'd have called the hamster!! He remembers ladybug wiping his tears. He remembers that he knew her name, but it drives him crazy that he can't remember.
- they flashes of get deja vu that are actually remnants of an erased timeline. -> ADRINETTE FLASHING BACK TO THE BRIEF MOMENTS OF HAPPINESS THEY HAD WHEN THEY WERE TOGETHER!! It's triggered by when they do something similar.
- chat noir looks into the mirror and for a split second sees chat blanc.
- ladybug sees chat noir looking dejected and compares it to chat blanc with the same expression on his face. "i could never bear to see you being forced to live in a world without everyone you love", she says. And this triggers an epic love conversation where he comes eerily close by saying, "even if I were akumatised, i would still love you. Even if the world would end, i would still love you. "
- ok I realise this is a lot of Chat Blanc, but seriously that has so much potential.
- an identity reveal by accident. It happens when one thinks the other has gone, and detransforms so they can break down and let it all out. Except they haven't really gone, of course.
- parallel to chat noir comforting ladybug at the end of season 4, and to the erased future he reveals himself in the rain, we get ladybug comforting chat noir after he just looses it.
- ladrien scene where adrien wears the beret and Ladybug compliments, accidentally revealing that she gave it to him. Adrien finally pieces it together that HOLY SHIT IM THE BOY LADYBUG LOVES. And this makes him deliriously happy until he goes, um, hang on. How am I supposed to get out of this? And he feverishly tries to plan with plagg, while plagg is just dying inside.
- marinette realising that ladybug is the girl adrien accidentally admitted to loving, dancing around the room. This also leads to adrien discovering he's the boy lb loves.
- plagg and tikki meet regularly as the only free kwami left, gossiping about the love lives of their heroes. Plagg even seriously considers plotting to get them to find a way to reveal to each other because he's just so SICK of adrien's density. They make a fun reference here to the erased timeline where tikki was telling marinette it's good adrien's chat noir.
- an underwater near-kiss. Like, they have to suddenly swerve aside to avoid a boat or something, but as they float weightless their faces come reeeeeally close for a few seconds, and she blatantly looks at his lips.
- one of those body slams where they *actually* look like they want to kiss, but they're interrupted. Unfortunately for them it ends up on the ladyblog. Marinette confronts alya and she's like "well you didn't say anything about future photos!'
- adrien has a scrapbook dedicated to ladybug but Gabriel just thinks he's a hardcore fanboy. That is until he starts being suspicious.
- chat noir talks to an actual cat, ladybug sees and is like 🥺🥺🥺. he tells the cat "I'm her favourite cat, actually" as if it's something to be proud about. They both purr.
- adrien punches Felix and Felix is casually like "oh so you're in love with ladybug". Adrien stutters, but Felix is clearly thinking back to their times as a group when Chat Noir looked jealous of him. So there's that identity figured out. But for now he implies "oh yeah you're a big fanboy".
- Felix lets slip he knows who hawk moth is but he won't tell them for reasons.
- after figuring them out, Felix causes romantic drama for funsies
- lady noir can't go home so they have to stay out all night and camp in close proximity, watching the other sleep. They tell each other DnMs, trying to be careful about identity. eventually one falls asleep and watches the other content.
..... that's all I've got for now? Told ya it was *ultra* specific.
I've stayed up so late writing this that daylight savings switched BACK.
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Punks, Poets, Parents
Ch. 1 Attitude - Next - Master Post - [ A03 ]
Rated M - WC: 2172 - CW: Swearing, alcohol
Written for the Thomas Sanders Big Bang creative event and will feature some awesome art by @vianadraws (here) and @briandthemoon (here). Beta read by @naminethewriter, @treeni, and @typically-untypical
Don’t care what you may say
We got that attitude!
Don’t care what you may do
We got that attitude!
- Attitude, Bad Brains
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Thursday, October 6, 1983 - New York City
Remus was half-way down the cement steps when he heard the whine of the subway and felt the rush of hot air that signaled a train was starting to pull into the station. Judging by the direction of the sound, it was on his side of the platform. He ran the rest of the way down, tightening the strap on the bass case on his back and fishing in his pocket for a subway token. He sprinted to the turnstile, dropping in the token and pushing through the big yellow barrier just as the train doors opened.
Happily relying on the ignorance of strangers, he smiled. People only saw a tall man in spiked leather and bright green hair and hurried to get out of his way as he ran for the closest open door. They never considered he was just another hamster in the wheel, trying to get somewhere on time. His heel had just cleared the doors when they closed with a thunk and the train began to move. Grinning wildly, Remus grabbed a pole just in time to avoid being thrown in the lap of the closest passenger as the train jolted to a start.
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Logan stepped out of his tiny bedroom into the equally tiny living room. Patton dropped his feet off the edge of the coffee table a half-second after he entered the room. Logan raised an eyebrow at his little brother, who flashed his trademarked ‘I’m too cute to hate’ grin. He shook his head but was unable to completely suppress his smile. Quickly he scooted past the television, heading to the kitchen for one last sip of coffee before leaving for this evening’s performance.
Patton peeled his eyes from Schneider’s antics on the television, finally registering Logan’s concert attire. "Ooohh… I really like that shade of blue! It brings out your eyes!"
Bowing his head slightly in thanks, Logan tilted his head at Patton, pocketing his keys and wallet. "Are you quite certain you do not wish to join me tonight? I expect this performance to be quite compelling. I am confident we can purchase another ticket at the door."
"Nah, you have fun! I’m making an early home visit tomorrow and I'm feeling like an old drum…" Patton grinned and danced his shoulders back and forth, waiting for the groan his pun was certain to earn.
Instead, all he got was an indulgent smile and a sigh. "Would that be because you are figuratively 'beat?’"
Patton threw his head back and giggled, clapping his hands. "Who says you're no good at puns?"
“An understanding of the root of a pun does not necessitate an appreciation for the so-called humor of a given pun,” Logan replied dryly. “I have noticed a marked similarity between your favored style of puns and those practiced by my first graders.” Logan winked, in too good of a mood to maintain his feigned annoyance. Patton laughed and ducked as Logan reached out to muss his little brother's hair on his way to the door. After checking his pockets one more time, Logan crouched to tie his laces. ”Turn off the t.v. before you go to bed, all right? And keep the door locked, please. I have my key."
"You got it, Warden. Have fun!"
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Hilly Kristal poked his head into the tiny, sticker-lined green room behind the stage at CBGB's. “You’ve drawn quite a crowd tonight, boys! Can you hear them?”
Virgil sat cross-legged on the counter in the corner, applying and reapplying his stage make-up in front of a small mirror he held with one hand. He frowned and made a face at Hilly. “Don’t remind us.”
Roman grinned broadly and stood behind his boyfriend, waiting for him to put down the eye pencil before wrapping his arms around him, pressing a kiss against his neck. “Oh, you know the crowd loves you, Vee.” He gripped Virgil’s chin, gently turning his head so their eyes could meet. “It’s almost enough to make me jealous….”
Blushing and fighting the grin pulling at his lips, Virgil returned to his make-up, muttering, “Oh, shut up,” without malice. Roman’s smile only grew and he released the drummer and allowed him to continue his preparations. Virgil turned and eyed the lead singer’s skin tight red leather pants, ripped shirt that revealed more than it covered, and velvet cape draped dramatically over one shoulder. “You know everyone in the audience is just going to drool over you, Ro.”
“He’s got you there, Ro Bro.” Remus leaned against the doorway, half-watching their flirtation and half-listening to the markedly louder crowd in the main area of the club. “What do you think tonight’s take is, Hilly?”
Hilly lit a cigarette and smiled. “It's looking like double last week's.” He blew a puff of smoke away from Remus’ face. “Word is out on you boys.” He took another drag on the cigarette before checking his watch. “You’re up in ten minutes.” Hilly turned to leave, calling and laughing over his shoulder, “Just remember who gave you your start, yeah?”
Shaking his head, Remus picked up his bass and checked the tuning. Roman started his round of warmups, chugging a sports drink and muttering about red and yellow leather. Remus rolled his eyes, smiling to himself. You can take the kid out of the theatre….
They were half-way through their set and Roman signaled to Remus to start their new song. Remus swallowed hard. This was their first song he had written completely on his own and Roman stepped away from the mic, letting Remus take lead vocals. He heard Virgil step down the tempo slightly, starting the familiar beat of his song. Looking down at his battered instrument, Remus started picking out the bass line. The light vibrations from the steel strings buzzed through his arms and against his hips before being amplified through the speakers surrounding the stage. He closed his eyes, letting the pounding drums meld together with the bass, listening as Roman picked up the melody on his guitar.
Slowly, the tension, the crowd, his anxieties, it all just melted away and all that was left was the music pulsing out through his fingertips and out in the universe. He opened his eyes and stepped closer to the microphone, lips brushing against the mesh, feeling his mustache scrape across the top. He started to sing.
How can you
Even see me
When I can’t see myself
His voice started in his signature low rasp, which, as Roman would point out, repeatedly, wasn’t strictly singing. One late night, hours into a marathon rehearsal session, Remus had finally lost his temper and shouted at his brother, “Well what the fuck would you call it, then, Manilow?”
Roman sputtered, “It—it sounds like you’re—” his face matched his signature cape and he turned his back to Remus, draining the last of the beer next to his mic stand.
Finally Virgil interjected, muttering to Remus, “Just let it go, man. Let it go." He'd tapped out a rhythm on the snare. "C'mon, let’s pick up right before the bridge….”
Shaking off the memory, Remus sang the next verse.
How can you
Even see me
When I can’t be myself
Remus looked out into the audience. As expected, all eyes were drawn to his brother. Remus glanced over and saw Roman swinging his hips, hands dancing up and down the neck of his guitar, ever the showman, even when he wasn’t singing lead. Remus swiveled back to face the mic. He’d been mistaken. Roman hadn’t captured every set of eyes in the audience.
Near him, standing just a few feet away from the lip of the stage, was a guy in tight jeans, a black, long-sleeved flannel, and knee high Doc Martens. His neck was draped with thin chains and he had spiky electric blue hair. His eyes never strayed from Remus.
All alone
When I’m walkin’
Right through the glimm’ring light
Remus kept his gaze for a moment, watching as Blue’s eyes grew at that verse, before looking down for the next verse.
And they hate
And they mock me
But I won’t stop my fight
Remus risked another look, expecting to see that Blue had figured out that Roman was the one to watch.
Blue’s eyes were locked on him. Stay on target…. Remus started the next verse just before Virgil would have to start the section again.
How can you
Even see me
When I walk
Can you see me
When they mock
Can you see me
Blue’s eyes were answering his question.
Everything else faded away.
All the other sounds in the club, the bodies slamming against each other on the dance floor, Roman’s gyrations next to him, the frenetic, pounding beat of Virgil’s drums, all of it just fizzled away.
All that was left was his music, his words, and Blue.
When they bite
Can you see me
When they hate
Can you see me
How can you
Even feel me
They moved seamlessly into the next song in the set and Roman picked up the lead vocals for the next several songs, one of which included a tricky bass solo that Remus and Virgil created together. Remus looked up during their next song and he saw Blue out in the audience, not quite as close to the stage. Blue was watching him. Remus missed a note and Roman shot him an angry look, so he dragged his eyes back down to the bass in his hands, biting his lip, forcing his fingers to obey.
The next time Remus looked up, he caught a tiny glimmer of Blue’s hair over by the bar. Virgil counted off for their last song of the night and Remus poured his attention into his playing. The last song was always the one everyone remembered best and he was going to deliver. He just hoped Roman remembered the new verse he wrote.
On the beach
At night alone
You let go
All my world
All my soul
All the world belonged to you
All my heart
All my blood
All my world belonged to you
Remus looked up as he played the last note, eyes scanning the crowd for that lovely electric blue. There was a sea of colors and shapes in the crowd, but Remus couldn’t spot his Blue. Fuck, dude, possessive much? Maybe learn the guy’s name first. Remus shook his head and unplugged his bass before following Roman and Virgil off the stage, heading back to the green room.
Just before ducking into the microscopic room, Remus scanned the crowd one more time, hoping to catch a glimpse of that lovely blue-tressed man. Not spotting him, he shrugged, then joined his bandmates, calling out, “All right, Friend, Roman, countrymen, what’s next?”
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Logan yawned as he tiptoed into his apartment. As he’d anticipated, Patton had fallen asleep on the couch. Chuckling lightly under his breath, he turned around and locked and chained the door behind him, gently placing his keys and wallet in the little bowl by the door. He slipped off his shoes and walked over to where Patton was sprawled in front of the still-on television, currently playing an I Love Lucy rerun.
Smiling and shaking his head, he turned the knob on the television until it clicked off. He then opened up the blanket draped over the back of the couch, covering his brother. Patton woke when he nudged a pillow close to the back of his head, trying to ensure he wouldn’t wake up with a wry neck.
Patton’s eyes blinked open and he squinted, trying to focus on Logan’s face. Logan chuckled again, “Pat, are you certain you would not be more comfortable in your own bed?”
“Nah, big bro, ‘s cozy here… Mmmm… How’s the concert?”
Logan smiled, “It was a remarkable performance. They played some original works tonight, including a debut...” Logan’s voice trailed off and nodded almost absently, looking at nothing in particular. His lips curled up at the edges and he tapped his fingers to a beat only he could hear. Feeling Patton’s eyes on him, he cleared his throat and continued. “In addition to their usual repertoire of classics, of course. Quite enjoyable and certainly worth the late hour on a school night.”
“Hmmm… tha’s good. ‘Night, Lo …,” Patton mumbled, drifting back to sleep.
Logan kissed his brother on the head and chuckled. Twenty-four and still hasn’t grown out of falling asleep with the television on. “Pleasant dreams, Patton. See you in the morning.”
Logan took a moment to drink a full glass of water and take his vitamins before making his way to his room. He removed his contacts in the bathroom, swapping them for his usual black-framed eyeglasses. As part of his typical nightly routine, he scrubbed his face before brushing and flossing his teeth. When he was done, he used a clean paper towel to wipe down the sink, counter, and mirror, leaving the tiny bathroom shining in the dim light.
After flicking off the bathroom and hallway lights, Logan returned to his room and changed into pajamas. He hung his pants and put the rest of his concert clothes in the hamper. Walking past his dresser, he double-checked his alarm clock, briefly testing the volume, then took a moment to straighten the bright blue wig carefully set on its stand next to his clock. He smiled, then turned off the light and climbed into bed.
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Image credit by Adam Dicarlo on Wikimedia Commons
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~Hanging Out With Mirio Togata~
headcanons on what it would be like to be close friends with Mirio :)
Is/Includes: SFW, fluff, mirio/reader pairing, gn! reader, can be interpreted as platonic or romantic.
a/n -> this note was written after i finished writing these hcs and its a little (very, it’s very) long, so depending on the reader, sorry about that and/or enjoy :) ive also realized that im beginning to show a little more personality in my posts, that can be either good or bad idk
listen to me. you guys do really mild friend-stuff but JEEZ he makes it all so much fun
mild activity examples?
shopping
no horseplay, nothing mean like scaring little kids
in my opinion his sense of fashion is.... not it.
the only person who can sway him away from khaki shorts and too-small t-shirts is you
hes open to putting on an entire fashion show with you so have fun <3
he buys you stuff
oh, did you look at an item for longer than 10 seconds? good luck, its yours now :)
"Mirio,” you tugged on the hood of his sweater, “look how cute!”
“What’s cute?”
“The hamster, it’s so... chubby.”
“I’ll buy it for you!"
“What? I don’t have the proper equipment to take care of it?”
“We’ll buy that too.”
“But my parents-”
“-Love me, they’ll be fine. Plus, I’ll help you!”
“No, Mirio, I just said it was cute. I’m not getting a hamster!”
you got a hamster, its name is Hammy (a/n bear with the name please)
AMUSEMENT PARKS
rollercoasters 💙
if you love ‘em, the two of you go nuts. if you don’t, he doesn’t force you, there are plenty more things to do at an amusement park, anyways!
sometimes eri tags along
love kids? eri is precious. Don’t love kids? too bad, eri is the exception
once, the three of you were in the kids station for the (smaller) ferris wheel, and she decided everyone was going to go on the ride
Mirio was down, so why not?
NEVER AGAIN, are you going to go on a kids ferris wheel. it stopped every few seconds to reload with passengers. you were stuck there for almost an hour for a small (boring) ride.
pain but you weren’t about to let that affect your friendship with eri
each other’s houses
on one occasion, the two of you whipped out his 2006-2013 Wii Console. sure, setting it up proved to be a little bit too difficult but he thought it was worth it.
he thought it was a little less worth it when you beat him at Just Dance.
that’s fine though, he got payback when he absolutely demolished you in Wii Bowling
that’s one victory he’ll never forget
sleepovers!!
occasionally, nejire and tamaki come along, the former a little more often than the latter
the three and sometimes four of you just sit there and gossip about discuss everyone’s lives. but like, nicely. heroes for a reason, y’know?
if its just you and Mirio, a lot of the must-socialize pressure is lifted off
MOVIES
the bee movie, i hope ya like jazz.
cuddles, really great cuddles. also, you sleep in the same bed
LISTEN I DONT CARE THAT YOU TWO ARE BOTH FULLY GROWN
he is a little spoon and a big spoon. we love a versatile human-body pillow
3 AM philosophical conversations, change my mind.
he’s an early riser
if you two are at your house, he'll get up when you do
breakfast is always done by the time you get up, if the sleepover takes place at his house
“Oh, g'morning, y/n!”
“Mirio, what're you-" the smell hits your nose pretty quick, "breakfast?” he would nod in excitement and shove the uncleaned cooking utensils out of sight, “yep, breakfast!"
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