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daisies-daydreams · 7 months

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Office Hours - Chapter 2 (Professor!Miguel O'Hara x F!College Student!Reader)

Pairing: Professor!Miguel O’Hara x F!College Student!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Swearing, Dirty Talk, Griding, Nipple Play, Marking/Hickeys, Thigh Riding, Handjobs, Pearl Necklaces/Facials Word Count: 2.4k+

A/N: AKA the chapter where you ride Papi Miguel's thigh. 😏 I hope you enjoy!

Side Note: I am not fluent in Spanish. If I made any mistakes, please correct me (respectfully!).

Ch. 1 <-•-> Ch. 3

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Your stomach felt like it was tied into knots as you padded down the hall, your dress billowing as you briskly walked towards Miguel’s office. You flattened the skirt of your dress and took a deep breath before you knocked on the large, wooden door. The door swung open, revealing Miguel staring down at you through his reading glasses. Your heart skipped a beat as you took in the scent of his sandalwood cologne.

“I’m glad you could make it,” he grinned ear to ear. You returned his smile as he stepped out of the way. You gasped as he splayed one of his massive hands across the small of your back, quickly ushering you inside. His office was quite neat and orderly, every book and paper lined up in perfectly straight rows. You jumped when he closed the door.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled. You shook your head.

“It’s fine,” you murmured as you set your bag next to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“I wanted to discuss something before we begin our review,” he said as he cleared his throat. Your eyes widened as he locked the door behind him. He remained still as a statue for a few seconds before he lumbered towards you. You stayed glued to the floor as Miguel nearly pressed his front against yours, his shadow swallowing you whole. You felt like time itself froze as he cupped your chin in his large hand.

“You think I don’t notice your longing stares during class, hm, chica?” he suddenly murmured, his voice dropping several octaves [girl]. A lump swelled in your throat as his eyes bored into your own.

“W-What?” you squeaked. Miguel clicked his tongue as he gave you a wry grin.

“There’s no need to play coy, hermosa,” he purred as his other hand fell to your hip [beautiful]. You gasped as he dipped his head against your ear and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you have no idea how many times I had to stop myself from imagining you spread out for me on my desk,” Miguel groaned. "It's your fault I teach behind that damn desk most of the time, you know," he smirked. You shivered as you felt his plush lips caress the shell of your ear, the back of your thighs suddenly flush with the edge of his desk.

“I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to…but I’ve waited so, so long for this,” he whispered before gently pecking your cheek. "For you," he added before kissing your other cheek. Your heart nearly burst as you gripped the edge of the desk and spread your legs, your core instantly ablaze at his simple gesture. You bit your lip and grabbed his broad shoulders.

“Please, Miguel…I need you,” you whispered. Miguel narrowed his eyes and groaned before crashing lips against yours. You squealed as your mouths danced in a sloppy, wet kiss, one of your hands sliding up to grip his dark locks. He grunted as you tugged on his messy hair.

“Coño,” he growled against your neck [Fuck]. You gasped as he grabbed your thighs before sitting you atop of his desk, knocking over several objects. You panted as he lowered his head before crashing his lips against yours. Both of you moaned into each other’s mouths as your lips danced with heated passion. Miguel swiped his tongue across your bottom lip before tugging on it between his teeth.

You parted your lips, sighing as he slipped his wet muscle inside. You whined when he squeezed your breasts, cupping them in his warm palms as he swirled his tongue around yours. His pupils were blown wide when the two of you parted, a long strand of spit connecting your mouths.

“You have no fucking idea what you’ve been doing to me, princesa,” he murmured as he pressed his hips against yours [princess]. You keened as you felt his covered, swollen cock rub against your pussy as he furrowed his brows.

“A-Ah, Miguel,” you moaned as you tilted your head back. The man above you snarled before he started to grind his hips against your clothed heat, his deft fingers working to strip you of your jacket.

“Keep talking, baby,” he muttered before suddenly tossing your cover-up aside. Goosebumps erupted over your skin as he kissed along your neck, lingering just over your pulse as you mewled.

“M-Miguel,” you chanted his name as he sucked harshly against your skin. A sharp cry rang out through the small office as he leaned back. He hushed you before his hands fell over your exposed shoulders. You slowly slid off the desk to help him discard your dress. It crumpled onto the floor as you trembled, your core swelling with heat as you stood in front of him with a dark, lacy bra and a similar-looking thong. You bit your lip as he scanned up and down your body before sighing.

“Espléndida,” he breathed in awe as he brushed his fingers over your cheek [Gorgeous]. Your body nearly melted at his touch as he tugged on the band of your thin panties. You gasped when his hands made quick work of your bra, letting it fall next to your dress. He groaned as your nipples hardened, his fingers and thumbs instantly finding their way to your sensitive buds. You squeezed your thighs as he massaged and pinched your nipples, his mouth lingering over your ear.

“Are you sure you want to go further?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied almost instantly. Miguel’s low chuckle sent a shiver down your spine as his hands fell back to his side. You frowned as he stepped back, though your heart raced again as he took a seat in one of the large chairs. He gave you a hungry grin as he patted his large thigh.

“Come have a seat, then,” he beckoned. You quickly rushed over, straddling his waist as your tits rubbed against his chest. You wanted to rip his clothes off, see his chiseled, naked body as you bounced on his unimaginably thick cock. Your brow knitted together when he placed his hands on your thighs. He licked his lips before rubbing circles against the flesh of your waist.

“Mi conejita, while I’d love to feel your warm, tight pussy wrapped around my cock...I have another idea,” he whispered [my bunny]. Your chest grew tight as you groaned.

"What is it?" you asked. Miguel smoothed his thumb across your cheek as he smiled.

“How about you ride my thigh until your cum soaks all the way through my slacks?” he purred as his hands slid your panties down your thighs. You flushed as you heard him snarl, his eyes glued to the way your sticky folds glistened in the dim lighting of his office.

“Tan mojada,” he breathed before spreading your warm lower lips apart with his thick digits [So wet]. You mewled as his other hand pushed your hips down against his thigh, the sudden contact causing you to jolt a little. Miguel chuckled before latching his lips to your own, letting his mouth linger as you hesitate for a moment. He leaned over as he stroked your lower back.

“Cariño,” Miguel husked into your ear [Honey]. You wrapped your arms around his thick neck as you began to grind down on his leg. You shoved your face into his wide shoulder as a powerful wave of pleasure surged through your pussy.

“Mmmm there you go,” he drawled. You whined as you pushed your hips back and forth, each drag against his thigh making your pussy gush with more arousal. You heard him grunt as his fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, his eyes locked onto the hypnotic sway of your body.

“Fuck,” you sobbed as a wave of pleasure surged over your body. He nibbled on the lobe of your ear as he bucked his hips forward. “M-Miguel,” you choked as you started to grind a little faster. A deep rumble rose from his chest as he heard you call him by his name, his hand immediately tilting your head back up.

“Give me those gorgeous lips, (Y/N),” the large man cooed. You complied, pushing forward as the two of you latched onto each other’s lips. You moaned into his mouth as you slid your hips back and forth. Miguel grunted before pulling back. “Look so hot riding my thigh,” he said before slapping your ass. You yelped, the sudden pain quickly mixing with pleasure before dripping right into your swollen clit. You gasped and sputtered into his mouth as you tilted your hips at a different angle, allowing your tender, puffy button to deliciously rub against the hardness of his thighs.

“Oh God,” you mewled as you felt the tension in your lower belly wind into a tight knot. You heard him chuckle before he dove into your neck. You cried out as he sucked a hickey over your skin, the spot fresh and tender when he pulled away. You whimpered when you felt one of his hands slip away from your body, only to part your lips as you watched him unzip his pants.

You moaned softly as he pulled his throbbing cock out from his briefs. A bead of precum oozed from his flushed, bulbous tip as he squeezed the base of his shaft. A dangerous glint lingered in his dark eyes as he brought one of your hands to his cock, the heat of his flesh instantly overwhelming your senses as he steadied you on his leg.

“I’ve got you, bebé,” he whispered as he splayed his hand over your hip [baby]. You panted, your pussy squelching against his pant leg as you wrapped your palm around his girth. You swallowed thickly, his thickness causing your legs to tremble as you began to pump your fist up and down his veiny shaft. The room was soon full of your heavy pants and slick squelches as your head began to spin.

“That’s it…c-coño,” his hot breath fell over your shoulder as you glided your hand along his sweltering cock [fuck]. You nearly choked on your own breath as you felt the muscles in your lower stomach start to flinch and twist into knots. Miguel panted before he rested his forehead on yours. “You gonna cum hermosa, hm? Cum all over my leg like a good little puta?” the older man rumbled [beautiful; slut]. You nodded, your other hand desperately clutching his curling his shoulder.

“Yes!” you cried out as you threw your head back. He smirked against your pulse, his hands pulling your body impossibly closer to his leg.

“Cum for me, hermosa,” he growled before sinking his teeth into your shoulder [beautiful]. You wailed into his chest as your inner walls spasmed, your hips bucking wildly as your orgasm tore you to shreds. Your pace faltered as your body was overcome with bliss, your skin glistening with sweat as Miguel kissed the fresh bite-mark adorning your skin. Your hand still gripped his shaft as you floated back down from your high.

“You did so well…” he praised, his voice lingering a little as he placed his hand over yours. You slowed your movement over his cock as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles.

"Now...get on the floor and show those pretty tits of yours,” Miguel growled, his cheeks flush as he licked the corner of his mouth. You released a shaky breath as you slowly climbed onto the floor, your knees sinking into the soft rug as you kept your legs spread. You gazed up at him, his fucked out face nearly sending you over the edge again as he furiously jerked himself off, his swollen tip ready to burst.

You gave him a wry smirk before you parted your lips and stuck out your tongue. Miguel scrunched his nose as his hips snapped forward, his warm cum trailing over your breasts and all the way up to your cheek. You moaned as you felt some of it splash against your wet tongue, savoring the salty taste of his seed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he rasped as he clenched his hair with his other hand, his cock twitching out the last few ropes of his spend as you jiggled your tits for him. Your legs trembled beneath you as you watched him fall back into his chair, his large chest heaving as he let his cock soften in his hand. It twitched when you showed him the stripe of cum on your tongue before you gulped it down.

“Zorra traviesa,” he husked [Naughty fox]. You pressed your hands onto his knees as you shuffled forward, your cum-soaked tits nearly brushing over his legs. He cocked a brow as you leaned forward, catching the head of his cock between your lips as you suckled on it. Miguel hissed between gritted teeth as his thighs clenched beneath you. You gazed into his eyes as you swirl your tongue around his tip. The intoxicating saltiness lingered on your wet muscle as you licked him clean, his hands slowly stroking your hair as his breathing slowed.

“You’re really something else, (Y/N),” he panted. You released your mouth from his cock with a wet “pop” as you slipped away. You flinched when you felt him rest a hand on your shoulder. “Please, let me,” he said softly as he grabbed some tissues nearby. Your entire body burned as he wiped away his spend from your body. A gentle yet solemn look graced his features as he finished cleaning you up.

“Ahí tienes,” he said before swiping his thumb along your bottom lip [There you go]. You felt your heart sink a little as you glanced at the clock, your hour with him soon coming to a close. “I believe these are yours,” Miguel smirked as he held your clothes in his hand.

You blushed and smiled as you took them from him. You turned around, making sure you glance over your shoulder as you gave him a full view of your ass. Miguel raised his brow as he slung one of his arms over the chair, his eyes roaming over your backside. Your hands shook a little as you began to redress yourself…your brows raised as you noticed that your thong was missing.

“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you another one,” Miguel chuckled as you whipped your head around. His eyes were half-lidded and damn-near glazed over as he handed you your bag. He shuffled in place for a bit before picking at something in his side pocket. “Do you have any plans tonight?” he asked. You blinked and shook your head.

“Just doing some homework,” you breathed, your heartbeat picking up again as he stared at you with a hungry gaze. You squealed when he stepped forward and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

“Good…because I don’t want anyone interrupting the little surprise I have for you later,” he smirked against your mouth.

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cursedfortune · 2 months

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Once upon a time Jeremiah did not consider Mortem to be a ‘real’ woman as a result of generations of bidirectional prejudice between hunters and witches— but somewhere along the way his perspective shifted. Now Mortem was not only a witch in his mind, she was a fine woman, a useful and resourceful partner on the field, but also a (dare he think it) friend, and sometimes even a little bit more than that…

Jeremiah, raised on swooping gestures, sends Moretm an enormous, expensive bouquet of dark red roses encased in sharp green leaves and adorned with fragile buds of white baby’s breath. He’s certain she’s the type to prefer keeping a plant’s roots intact during such transactions, but regardless the bouquet certainly packs statement.

Happy woman’s day Mortem, you may be a witch, but you are also a woman.

@muddsludge

Well this was... touching.

Had Mortem been something else, perhaps this would have meant something different - may not even had been understood. But the significance was not lost upon the witch. Their roots had become tangled up within this pact and since its birth they've been growing joined since.

There were many that perceived her to be a monster... and they were within their right to. She was an ancient thing that roamed this world, branded as a heretic and traitor to all mankind. If any could ever slay her and chose to bury her body, they'd no doubt spit and dance atop the fresh dirt. At one time she viewed Jeremiah as one of those people. Enemies that made assets out of one another until he decided to push it further and catch her unaware, a pact he seemed to find equal displeasure in. She had thought his resentment towards her would never end but then something changed along the way. They found understanding in the form of logic and needs before things became so wonderfully messy.

As orderly as Jeremiah tended to be, the two of them were absolute chaos when together.

Slender fingers touched upon the flowers, skimming the petals affectionately before she moved to tidy them up inside a vase. There were no half measures with this particular hunter, it would seem. Mortem smiled to herself, something warm and vulnerable that so rarely saw the light of day as she tucked back a few strands of hair from her face. Pale skin was adorned with a dusting to her cheeks as she settled the flowers into their new home and placed them upon the round table.

An enchantment to keep them preserved, to let them be as timeless as she seemed to be. Memories as important as all the ones grows within her garden, keeping alive her ever growing past.

He saw her as a witch but no longer was that gendered as monster. Jeremiah saw her as a woman and that was enough to take away the ache and loneliness that came with her longevity.

Her head lifted, a pep to her step - no doubt he could feel the sudden rush of positivity all the way at the manor.

Oh yeah, she's going to go after him later.

#mort after a long moment of enjoying the gift: i'm going to court the fuck out of him tomorrow.#mort: is there a way to politely remove everything from his desk without making a mess or taking up time hmm...#muddsludge #asks #bless. when he's nice he's very nice ;////;#bro has no idea how much she needed something like that (especially from him given their history) i love it. 10/10

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dxlaflamme-archive · 2 years

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BELOW THE SURFACE EVERYONE IS PRETTY COMPLICATED. BASED ON YOUR ANSWERS, WE THINK THE FOLLOWING THREE TRAITS ARE IMPORTANT STRANDS IN YOUR PERSONALITY:

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TAGGING: you

RATIONALITY

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesize and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

INDEPENDENCE

One part of you dreams of giving yourself up – perhaps just for a while – to a hero or mentor. In the right circumstances you can flourish by letting go of your ego. In your inner life, reverence plays out as a willing submission to your own conscience. In the outside world, you might get frustrated searching for something worth believing in – a country, a person, a company – but you will always be open to feeling respect, admiration and wonder.

ORDERLINESS

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

#(.i know who you are now: headcanon)#(.make these messes matter: dashgames)

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danryoku-sei · 4 months

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Self-Knowledge Questionnaire

[ muse: Jou Kidou ]

Below the surface everyone is pretty complicated. Based on your answers, we think the following three traits are important strands in your personality:

INDEPENDENCE

SHYNESS

Part of you is gripped by the fear that you’ll launch into something and completely mess it up. The upside of this is wise caution: people are indeed often too rash, whereas you know, by instinct, that holding back can save you. Probably, you feel shame and self-disgust a bit too much. But when you do feel in your element, you act with a wisdom and sensitivity never found in people with thicker skins.

ORDERLINESS

You love it when everything is neat and tidy: when there is a proper way of doing things, and you can tick things off the to-do list and know where everything is. So others, at times, are to you unbearably sloppy and messy. And you run into things that can’t be ordered (a child, a partner, a colleague at work) which drives you slightly nuts. But your desire for order is a good one when it is focused where it is needed and when you’re okay with a bit of mess.

#~❈ silent blue eyes; hc ❈~#~❈ character; jou kidou ❈~

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chatburnspacialart · 9 months

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For the first week of my spatial art Studio, we were given the prompt of line and direction. We were allocated two materials, wire/rod and rope/twine. My initial idea was to create some sort of dreamcatcher/hanging structure.

My original idea was the traditional circle with twine serving as the spiderwebbing in the centre. To create something more visually interesting, I then experimented with a square frame. Keeping with a hanging theme, I sketched out curved/coiled strands of wire that would hang from a tree by twine. I replaced the hanging wire with squares instead. I thought the shadows cast by the squares would create intrique.

Ultimately I didn't go with any of the hanging ideas. Instead I worked with a grounded structure. My inspiration came from Nancy Holt, more specifically her work Hydra's Head (1974) and Waterwork (1983-4). I loved how the squares and sharp angles from Waterwork looked installed, but I also loved the smooth, gentle curving of Hydra's Head. With this in mind, I decided to combine them into one.

Therefore, my idea was quickly sketched out above. I would make curved hill shapes in different sizes and lay them into the ground, using twine to connect them together and create a skeletal hill shape. Initially, I thought to place them out of height order, but in the end scrapped that idea. A descending order would look cleaner, and so I went with that.

My structure curves to the left from the largest arch, steadily growing smaller in size. The arches are almost invisible against the grass, only broken by the twine and the sticks that hold up some sections of said twine. The organic element was suggested and upon revision, I think it was an excellent suggestion.

In the above picture, what I ended up doing was stringing the twine between forks in sticks and wrapped around other ones. This created an interesting effect where the twine was straight and orderly, then becomes messy and almost organic until it ends at the smallest arch. In the end, the tunnel ended up looking incredible and quite visually interesting.

In terms of artists I found Nancy Holt, with her Up and Under series, or known as Hydra's Head (1987-98). The other artist of interest was Richard Serra and his Tilted Arc (1989).

Nancy Holt's work interests me because of it's grounded nature and the clash between natural and manmade. The winding mound of earth is located in an old sand quarry, and the bright green is a burst of colour against the sandy backdrop. The natural elements are broken up by several tunnels set into the earth, and accented by reflective pools set into the ground around it.

This clash between manmade and the natural was interesting because of the take on which I utilised this in my own work. The curve of the pipes integrate themselves into the natural curves of the hill, despite the manmade elements. I attempt this through the wire arcs (manmade) and the sticks i hook the string around (natural).

Richard Serra's Tilted Arc is a visually interesting and controversial piece that I became interested in because of it's history. The Tilted Arc is a large, curved pice of metal which was commissioned to be installed in a public square outside of office buildings. Despite it being fairly commissioned, it quickly became publicly hated. As people cut through the square everyday, the arc was established as an obstacle, and taken down. What I like about this piece is that it puts itself into everyday life and proceeds to interrupt it, forcing people to take note of something they otherwise wouldn't. In this case, it's the luxury of being able to take a shortcut across the square into the office buildings.

This forced acknowledgement of the outside world is what I've tried to incorporate with my own sculpture. I installed it into the ground to similarly force people to pay attention to where they are stepping, which is something that most don't pay attention to. Therefore, with the position my sculpture is left in, it forces the audience to pay attention to their surroundings and interrupt everyday life.

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thatbritishactor · 3 years

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Adventures in Success (part 10)

Paring : Ben Barnes x Reader

Summary: Ben’s agent is retiring and the firm wants you to represent him. It’s going to be hard for you not to mix work with feelings.

Warning: None, language (cursing).

Words: 3,300

Type : Fluff

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

You’ve been officially dating for two months, but it feels like you’ve been together for longer. You’ve met all of Ben’s close friends, and you’ve introduced him to a few of yours. You’ve had to deal with feelings of betrayal on their part: how dare you keep your relationship a secret for so long? You’ve been scolded and met with incomprehension, but as soon as they met him, they were instantly enthralled by him. Ben knows how to win people over: his effortless charm, wits and kindness conquer everyone around him.

You still spend most of your time at his place, finding it unbearable to be away from him. Thankfully, he seeks your company as much as you seek his, and time flies by when you’re together. It’s taken a toll on your work, you’re not as dedicated as before, and your boss is starting to notice. Before, your job came before everything else. You worked an average of fifty hours a week, dividing your time between script reading, meeting your actors, callings producers and casting directors.

Today, Ben comes before your work, even before your friends. You know that some of it isn’t healthy, and that you shouldn’t prioritize your relationship over everything else. But you can’t resist him, and you’re at your happiest when you’re with him. He seems to struggle as well, avoiding castings, not reading as many scripts as he used to. Whenever you start to get anxious about it, you quickly dismiss it, one glance at Ben is enough to dissolve all your fears. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted, and you intend to hold onto and fight for your relationship with everything you’ve got.

By the end of November, Ben has to leave for London, and the heart ache induced by your imminent separation keeps growing. You’ve spent the better part of a year wanting him so badly it hurt you, and now that you finally have him, you can’t imagine how you’re going to be able to go back to a life without him.

Your feelings for him scare you, for they seem to get stronger every day. You thought that you were already done for when you weren’t even dating him, but it’s getting even worse. Somehow, waking up next to him every day is even better than what you had ever imagined. Although, you know that this is the easy bit: the honeymoon phase. The part where you love everything about the person you’re newly dating and can’t imagine ever picking a fight with them. You know that someday, his flaws will get to you, and that you’ll find him annoying. But today, you just can’t imagine that you’ll ever come to hate anything about him.

Sure, he’s a distracted person. He forgets things, he daydreams a lot, and he’s a people pleaser. Something inside him pushes him to accommodate everyone around him, and you can see that it might trigger your insecurities someday. But for now, you simply adore him, and you want to indulge in those feelings as much as possible. You’re incredibly nervous about the upcoming separation: Ben has to be in London for at least four months, and you don’t know if you’ll be able to handle it. You’ve come up with a plan though, but you haven’t told him, wanting to surprise him.

The night before his departure, you’re lying in bed with him, tightly pressed against his chest. He places soft kisses on your forehead, and you can feel the regular pounding of his heart, lulling you to sleep.

You’re tired and your eyes close by themselves, but you refuse to drift away, because when you’ll wake up, you’ll have to take him to the airport, and you’ll be apart -again- for months. You’ve realized that apart from your anxiety, it’s the separations that pose the biggest threat to your relationship. But this man is so worth it, you think, his fingers slowly caressing your bare back; you’d do anything for him.

“Do you want me to turn off the light?” he murmurs, and you sigh, closing your eyes and rubbing your nose on his chest.

“No… I don’t want to sleep” you lie, and Ben chuckles.

“I can see you’re totally falling asleep, love” he says, and your heart misses a bit at the term of endearment. You haven’t told him you love him yet, although the words are demanding to escape your lips. You haven’t loved anyone the way that you love him, and your feelings for him are so obvious, it’s embarrassing. Something’s keeping you from uttering the words though: the fear that it’d scare him away. You’ve been together for two months, it’s too soon. You’re so deathly afraid of losing him, you don’t completely allow yourself to surrender to your feelings yet.

Ben calls you love though, and sweetheart, sometimes dear, and it’s the most beautiful things you’ve ever heard, making you melt into a puddle every time. You wonder if he wants to tell you he loves you too, but you dismiss the thought, distracted by Ben moving against you.

“All right, I’m shutting the light” he says, and you lift your head to protest.

“Nooooo” you whine, and he laughs, his arms holding you impossibly closer to him.

“What is it?” he asks, “I can see that you’re incredibly sleepy.”

“I don’t want to go to sleep, because I don’t want to be tomorrow” you reply, and you bury your face against his chest to hide your face. He sighs and rubs his cheek on your hair, and you raise your head to meet his dark eyes.

“I know, me neither” he admits, and you can hear the longing in his voice.

“It sucks” you reply, and he gently pushes a strand of hair away from your face.

“Tell me about it” he replies, pensive.

You let go of him and lean back, and he slowly lets you go, looking curious.

“At least you’re going to meet Phoebe Waller Bridge” you say, trying to change the subject, resting your head on your hand. “I’m so jealous” you add.

Ben smiles, his eyes soft, and your heart clenches in your chest. He’s eerily beautiful, and you don’t think you’ll ever get used to that. He takes your breath away twenty times a day, and you still can’t believe that you’re the lucky woman who gets to be with him.

“Want me to ask her stuff?” he asks, his beautiful black eyes appraising you.

“I’d have to write it down” you joke “I have so many questions for her”.

“Go ahead” he replies, sliding a hand through his hair. “I’ll ask her.” He says with a smirk on his lips.

“You’d do that for me?” you mock in a high voice, putting a hand on your chest and dramatically batting your eyelashes.

Ben lets out a laugh “Anything for the one I love”, he replies, and you instantly stop breathing. Ben doesn’t seem phased at all, getting back to slowly caressing your arm, his eyes following the movements of his fingers, while your voice is stuck somewhere in your throat. When the silence thickens, he glances back at you, frowning.

“Is everything all right?” he asks, seeming worried.

You blink stupidly, a lump in your throat.

“Y… yeah” you reply, lowering your eyes, your heart beating fast in your chest.

“C’mon, I know you by now” he sighs “I know when something’s bothering you” and there is that smile again, the one that could make snow melt.

“You’ve just said you loved me” you mutter, putting a hand over your eyes, unable to meet his gaze. He laughs again, before placing a hand on the side of your face, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been in love with you for a year now, don’t tell me this comes as a surprise” he says in an incredulous voice, and you close your eyes, unable to handle the storm of emotions overwhelming you.

When you open them again, he’s still gazing at you, the softest expression on his face, and you lean in to kiss him.

“I love you too” you whisper against his lips, and his hands cup your face before they slide in your hair. You roll on your back, his weight on top of you, your heart seeming to burst in your chest.

II.

It’s become a ritual now: you play the music from Bo Burnham’s Inside in the morning while you’re both getting ready, and the two of you sing along to the soundtrack, knowing each song by heart. You’ve made the coffee and helped him finish packing his suitcase, something he’s told you before he struggles with. Being an organized, neat person, you secretly love packing and tidying things up, so you’re thrilled to help him. Ben has joked about you being perfect for each other, your orderliness completing his messiness, and you’ve laughed, pretending to be chill about it, ignoring your accelerated heartbeat and the warmth spreading in your chest. He could ask you to marry him right then and there, and you’d accept immediately. You’re so done for, you think to yourself, rolling your eyes as you watch him slide his backpack on, wearing his usual cap and sunglasses.

You sing in the car, and he teases you when the song “Sexting” comes on, taking you back to the time you got drunk and sent it to him. You were embarrassed at first, blushing and hiding your face away, before owning it and deciding that it was unintentional sure, but a badass move nevertheless.

The ride to the airport goes fast, and you hold hands while you walk through LAX. You’re less skittish than before about public displays of affection, thinking that if the world must find out about your relationship, so be it. You’ve lost so much time before because of your insecurities, you’ve promised to yourself that you wouldn’t let anything get in the way from now on. Ben registers his bags, and you arrive at the security gates when he turns over and holds you tightly in his arms. You hug him back, feeling like your heart is getting crushed with a hammer, struggling with yourself not to cry.

“It’s four months”, you say against his chest, “We can do this”. He nods and cups your face with both hands, staring into your eyes.

“I’ll call you as soon as I land?” he asks, looking uncertain.

“Yes, please” you reply, oddly out of breath. You stare into his deep obsidian eyes, your hands resting at his hips, and he leans in to kiss you. You close your eyes, surrendering to the soft feelings of his lips moving against yours, silently wishing for time to stand still.

“All right, I have to go” he whispers against your lips, and you smile, nodding.

“I love you” you breathe, looking back into his eyes, and he grins, making your heart drop in your chest. How is it possible for a person to be that beautiful? This should be illegal, you think to yourself, frowning.

“I love you too, sweetheart” he replies, and he kisses you one more time before he lets go of you, squeezes your hand, and turns over to go through the gates.

You stand there for a few minutes, your heart pounding hard in your chest, the sounds of the airport muffled around you before you find the strength to go home.

III.

“You wanna do what?” Rebecca asks, looking puzzled.

“I’ve been in touch with actresses in London for a few weeks now, and I think that I should go meet them to try and win them over” you explain, straightening your back against your chair.

You’ve asked for a meeting with your boss this morning, eager to submit your plan to her. You’ve been thinking about it for a while, but you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t accept the fact that Ben’s departure for London had been the incentive.

Although your agency is always looking for new talent, and you’re currently managing some of the hottest British talents in Hollywood, you know that they’d trust your judgement.

“Which actresses?” Rebecca asks, narrowing her eyes.

“Michaela Coel and Daisy Edgar Jones” you reply without breaking eye contact.

Rebecca arches her eyebrows, seeming impressed, before she purses her lips and turns a bit to glance out of the window.

“Honey, you know that you’re one of our most successful agents” she starts, and you brace yourself, knowing that a “but” is imminent.

“But I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed distracted lately” she adds, looking back at you.

You look away, crossing your legs, feeling uneasy. Yes. You can’t deny that.

“I know, I’m sorry” you reply honestly, knowing that lying wouldn’t take you anywhere.

“You know that I try and pay no mind to gossip” Rebecca says, the ghost of a smile dancing on her lips “But I couldn’t help but notice that ever since you dropped the Barnes account, you’ve been a little… elsewhere”, and she looks into your eyes, a kind expression on her face. You try not to blush, a warm feeling spreading over your chest, and you decide not to reply anything.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled for you” she says, still smiling “And Andrew was more than happy to take over as his agent.” You nod, not knowing where this is going.

Rebecca takes a breath and straightens her back before she leans against her desk, joining her hands.

“You were working too much before, anyway” she says, “But I’m wondering if taking new actors would be the right fit for you right now”.

“Oh.” You reply, taken aback. “I see.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’d never say no to new clients, especially the ones you’ve approached. Promising, promising new talent, these two.” She says pensively, looking away.

“I know that I’ve been distracted lately” you start, wanting to be sincere “But I’m genuinely excited to meet them, and I know that I’d be the right fit for them”.

Rebecca glances back at you: “Are you sure? You already have a lot on your plate” she replies, seeming skeptical.

“Perhaps I just need fresh accounts” you venture, “Something new and exciting”.

She stares at you for a moment, searching your expression.

“You know what” she starts “Go to London, try and broach them, and if you succeed, we’ll find a way to make this work” she proposes.

“Deal” you say, offering her your hand, and she shakes it.

“You’re going to London” she says gleefully.

“I’m going to London” you reply, smiling widely.

IV.

Ben was more than thrilled when you announced that you’d meet him in a month, impressed by your scheme. He told you that it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for him, and you had blushed and put your face in your hands, shaking your head.

“You don’t think that it’s stalky or creepy?” you had asked, watering your plants while you were talking to him on the phone.

“I mean, it totally is” Ben had laughed “But if it means that I get to see you, I don’t care” he added, and you hummed in agreement, distracted by the fact that you’d soon be in his arms, where you seemed to belong now.

December went fast, and you were glad that Ben was his family to celebrate Christmas. You’d fly two days before New Years Eve, and you’d meet Michaela on January second, and Daisy the next day. You’d spend a total of seven days with Ben, and you couldn’t wait.

You arrive Sunday morning in London, feeling tired and jetlagged, but seeing Ben’s face at the arrival gates fills you with more joy than you have ever experienced before. He joins you in quick strides and grips you tight, exhaling loudly and snaking his arms around your waist; raising you in the air like he had done months ago, before you had admitted your feelings to each other. You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him passionately, you heart threatening to jump out of your chest.

“God, I’ve missed you” he says against your lips, putting you back gently on the ground, his hands moving from your hips to your face.

“Tell me about it” you reply, out of breath, staring into his beautiful eyes.

“Ready to explore the city?” he asks, smiling widely. “Or do you want to go back to my place and get some sleep?” he asks, raising his eyebrows.

You think for a split second, blushing a bit “I mean… We’ll have time to chill later” you reply, “Let’s do some sightseeing” and you smile widely.

“Are you sure?” he asks, and he puts a strand of your hair behind your ear, looking down at you tenderly.

“I’m up for anything as long as I’m with you” you say, shrugging, and you know that the answer is beyond cheesy, but you’re unable to restrain yourself. He chuckles and gently pokes your nose with his, and you distinctively feel butterflies swarming in your stomach.

“First, an English breakfast” he says, and you wince, dreading the British food “Then, let’s be tourists” he says, and he kisses you gently. You sigh, melting under his touch. He’s worth enduring British food, for sure.

Ben takes you to the Naval Royal College in Greenwich, wanting to show you the Painted Hall. It’s known as the British Sistine Chapel, and he plays the tourist guide again, like he had done in Venice. You hold hands throughout the whole visit, stealing kisses and being amazed at his extensive knowledge of art history.

“Did you research all this to impress me again?” you ask, teasing him. Ben rolls his eyes, smiling.

“Of course, I did, what’d you expect?” he replies, kissing your cheek, and you giggle, endeared.

He shows you the Millennium Bridge, asking if you want to go inside St Paul’s cathedral, but you’re starting to feel a bit tired from all the walking and the flight.

“All right, one more place I want to show you, and then you’ll take a nap” he suggests, and you nod, reaching for his hand to hold. You walk for fifteen minutes when you reach a pretty street, and you enter what seems to be a park with a church in it. You frown, perplexed, when you finally see why he’d want to take you there. The church is in ruins, vegetation growing everywhere. It looks beautiful and romantic, and you understand why Ben wanted you to see it so badly. You walk among the ruins, gasping at the shady trees and the quietness of the place. It doesn’t seem like you’re in the heart of the busy city, the place looks magical with the sun setting in the distance.

“Oh, this is so pretty” you whisper, and Ben takes you to a bench for you to sit. He throws an arm around your shoulder, and he places a kiss on your temple.

“This place reminds me of you” he says quietly, and you look at him, surprised.

“How so?” you ask. He seems to ponder for a while before he replies.

“It makes me feel safe, quiet, like nothing else exists.” And his voice is soft, making your stomach clench. You blush, feeling overwhelmed. What did you do to deserve him again? This is crazy, you think to yourself, looking away, feeling crushed with too many emotions.

“What is it?” he asks, still gazing at you.

“I’m just tired” you reply, and you put your head on his shoulder, breathing deeply and closing your eyes.

“What’s our plan for New Year’s?” you ask, opening your eyes. Ben has teased you before that he had a plan but wanted to surprise you. You feel him chuckle and look up at him.

“I was thinking… It might be time for you to meet my parents” he says easily, and your heart stops in your chest. You look at him, your breath shallow, and Ben laughs at your expression, seeming satisfied with himself.

“It’ll be alright, Love” he says, caressing your hair. “I promise.”

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Hello! I was thinking for the main 7 bois + the un-dateables with An artist mc that likes to draw,paint, ect and always has some form of colourful smudge all over their face or paint splatter on their hands/ hair /anywhere??? ( bonus points if mc cant help themselves and paint on everything!!)

The Demon Bros & Undatables w/an Artist MC

Lucifer

• At first he was ?? just clean it off ?? or be neater ??

• But once he watched you work one afternoon he understood

• And also realized how cute it was

• The paint and smudges on your arms (and hair? He had no idea how you’d managed to get paint in your hair, but after watching he understood heh) was just as much part of the artwork as the actual piece itself

• The more he sees you with little (or big) paint smudges on your face and arms, the more he loves it

Mammon

• “MC! Ya got paint on yerself!”

• You explain that you know and that you liked it there. It makes you feel artsy

• He doesn't completely understand, but he’s not about to judge you for it

• Walks into your room to hand out and sees you with green and blue paint all over your arms, and watches you intently (while asking many questions) to see just how you manage to always end up covered in whatever medium you were using

Leviathan

• He sometimes makes art of his favorite fandoms (except Ruri-chan. Because she belongs to him <3) to sell, so he understands how much of a messy process it can be

• But he switched to drawing on a tablet hundreds of years ago, so he forgets the extent to which you can get dirty

• You stop by one afternoon to watch anime and have a strand of green paint through your hair

• He blushes and giggles a bit at the sight, and compliments you on your new hair

• You laugh with him and make a mental note to shower before bed

Satan

• He draws sometimes so he’s used to the smudges, but is shocked that you manage to get paint on essentially every surface of your body

• Makes fun of you for it, but you know he secretly thinks it’s cute

• Sometimes you two draw together, and you absolutely take your paintbrush and paint a green stripe down his arm >:)

• At first he’s upset, but he can never stay mad at you for longer than a second, so he wipes it off across your cheek

• Cute paint fight

Asmodeus

• “That can’t be good for your skin!”

• Whenever you head over and are covered in your art (so every time) he draws you a bath and gives you his most hydrating and moisturizing body wash he has

• Sits beside you (or in the tub with you, whatever you’re comfortable with) and lectures you on how bad acrylic paint is for your skin

• You try to tell him it’s fine and that it’s never affected you before, but he will not hear it

• You appreciate his care for your skin and wellbeing and gladly let him pamper you

Beelzebub

• Doesn’t notice at first, but one day when he sees you with a large orange mark on your jeans, he notices

• Asks what happened, and you explain that you were painting a piece you’d finally finished sketching and accidentally gotten the paint on your pants

• Asks to watch you draw sometime (he’s interested because you’re interested)

• Likes to pick at the paint on your arms while you’re working, weirdly satisfied by the way it comes off in little flakes

• You notice this and start getting more paint on your arms so that he can pick it off later

Belphegor

• Notices when he’s falling asleep with his face in your hair and gets a big whiff of paint

• “Uh, MC, there’s paint in your hair”

• “Oh yeah, I know. It’s dried now so it won’t stain anything”

• He doesn’t mind any potential stains, really just misses the smell of your hair as he falls asleep

• You make sure to tie your hair back so his naps are as enjoyable as possible

Diavolo

• He’s always very neat and orderly, so when you show up in messy ripped jeans and a loose tee-shirt, he’s surprised

• “MC, you’re covered in paint!” he notices, but definitely thinks it’s cute

• “Yeah, I guess I am” you laugh, looking down at yourself, “I just finished a piece and it had a ~ton~ of colors involved”

• He thinks it’s cute and asks you for a piece just for him

• Definitely not to hang in his office, to look at when he misses you

• Buys you a smock to wear while you paint, but you wear it more as a cardigan (and spray his cologne on it)

Barbatos

• He likes abstract paintings and even creates them in his (limited) free time

• So when you show up covered in an array of paints, he loves that this is something you can share

• You buy each other sketchbooks and fill them with little drawings/paintings of things that make you think of each other

• It’s very cute and he frames his favorites from you, hanging them around his room to look at

• Brags to his friends (mainly Diavolo) about how talented you are

Simeon

• Loves art !

• He’s never created it, but he loves the liberal arts, so he loves that you create such beautiful art

• Loves to watch you sketch (specifically the way you could create such intricate drawings from a blank page) and paint (the way you could take three colors and create a masterpiece, blending the colors to create a new rainbow)

• He encourages you to enter your work in competitions, and you end up making quite a name for yourself

• Supportive :’)

Solomon

• Only experience with art was the few art classes he took in the human world

• Upon finding out that you’re an artist (you insist it’s just a hobby, but he knows that your talent is undeniable)

• Thinks the way you’re always covered in paint and smudges is adorable, and likes to tease you about it

• You want to paint all over his hair since it’s white like your canvases, but you settle for drawing silhouettes of him to design his hair in many ways

• You ~almost~ get him to dye his hair like one of your designs, but he has too many formal events to go to for his work

Luke

• “MC! I didn’t know you were into painting!”

• You show him some of your work, and his eyes light up like a puppy (I had to hjgdks)

• “You’re amazing!” he compliments you, and usually doesn’t pay mind to the paint all over your clothes and skin

• You two definitely have a lil paint war as well, and he gets Very competitive about it

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A/N: Hi!! I loved this prompt heh, a casual little hc was exactly what I needed :) I love your requests and am currently working through my asks, so I’ll get to the rest of them soon (hopefully lol, school is stressful)

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portfolio-of-dreams · 2 years

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always be my eternal lover | kazutora hanemiya + gn reader

summary: going through life with cancer isn't easy, kazutora stays with you as your days in the hospital dwindle.

warnings: angst/hurt, LOTS of crying, use of petname baby, mentions of cancer, blood, vomit, needles, dying

w/c: 7.2k (I'm sorry its long!)

a/n: this is all hurt, I'm sorry. self-indulgent kinda since it's been on my mind since i started chemo recently. the small text is the past! (*spoiler* reader dies)

“This hospital room is a chrysalis in the worst of ways, for here I am melted down to liquid and reformed into the butterfly, conscious and feeling the process at work”

You woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfect invading your nostrils. The room was silent besides the drip of the transfusion machine and the monotonous beeping of the heart monitor. The hallways, however, were bustling with noise- the phones ringing constantly at the nurse’s station, the doctors and orderly staff rushing crash carts down the white tiled floors and the occasional call over the intercom for a doctor to go to the OR. You slowly opened your eyes, squinting in an attempt to sharpen the blurred images. You glanced around the muted aquamarine and white colour schemed hospital bedroom. How long have I been here? You lay there pathetically, waiting for the pain to wash away; Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with a white fluorescent hue.

Little particles of dust floated around in the sunlight that crept through the dull gray curtains that hung over your window, you peer to your left and see a man asleep, slouched in the uncomfortable chair, barely covered by the ripped paisley fabric. His black and blonde streaked hair thrown up in a messy bun with a few strands left out framing his face. His small huffs of breath made you smile, god what you would do to have him cuddled up next to you.

“Kazu? Are you still asleep?” he huffs in response and his golden orbs slowly open and zero in on your face. You can tell he’s tired- the dark circles rimmed around his eyes almost look like he’s received two black eyes.

“Do you need something baby? More blankets? Warm socks? Ice chips? Whatever you need, I'll make sure you have it” he could barely choke out the words, sheer desperation in his voice to help you feel any type of comfort right now. All he wanted was to make you smile because wow, did he love to see the corners of your mouth turn upwards, the two dimples exposed in your right cheek and the slight show of your teeth sent his heart aflame. But you haven’t smiled in a while, not since that day…

“y/n? Do you understand your condition? I realize this is a lot to take in and it may take some time to process it. However, your cancer is rare and we aren’t sure about your timeline just yet- not without proper testing. We can start your chemotherapy and radiation within the next week. We have already alerted your parents and if you have any friends or a support system you should try to reach out. Your team is always here for you, you won’t fight this fight alone.”

You barely heard what the doctor was saying at that point. Cancer? You had cancer? Fuck- the world started to spin a little faster, your ears were buzzing, the tears in your eyes overflowed and spilled down your cheeks, and everything began to feel hot. Your surroundings blurred and black dots came in and out of your field of vision and then darkness... You don’t remember where you were or how you got here but you were lying in a hospital bed and your head was throbbing. How could this happen to you? All you wanted was to call Kazutora and have him hold you, but the thought of dumping this on him when he was just starting to get better made your stomach turn with guilt.

Weeks went by and you began to get worse. You barely spoke to Kazutora- not because you didn’t want to, but because you barely had any energy left. Daily tasks became harder and you were tired, god you were so tired. You laid in bed and sent off a quick text to Kazu saying Hey, I'm sorry I haven't been present lately, I'm just so exhausted. come over later? I need to talk to you and sure enough, just a few hours later, he was knocking on the deep red door of your small 1 bedroom/1 bath apartment with a concerned look on his face- his brows furrowed together, his cheeks were slightly red and his eyes half lidded and bloodshot. Was he crying earlier? You escorted him in and sat him next to you on your small black leather couch while you curled up in a plush grey blanket you had thrown over the back.

Kazutora looked at you with a worried expression strewn across his face “What have I done wrong? Please tell me so I can fix it. I've missed you like crazy these past few weeks. Are you going to break up with me? Please y/n… I love you so much. I can't lose you” you quickly grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a warm embrace while your thumb made soothing circles on the back of his neck “No baby, you’ve done nothing wrong! I'm just so tired all of the time. I didn't mean to make you feel left out or forgotten, I've just been having a really rough time and I've been fighting with myself on how to tell you this because it scares the shit out of me and I can't… I don’t want it to scare you away” Kazu studied your features for any sort of hint as to what it was that made you so exhausted and so scared. What were you about to tell him? Your lip started to tremble and your eyes became glossy, tears threatening to waterfall down your face and the words came out like a desperate plea for help in the form of a whisper “I have mesothelioma- a rare form of cancer… Kazu, I’m so scared” and with that you began to cry and your hiccups wouldn’t stop. All he could do was stare at you with wide eyes and a lump in his own throat. How could this happen? How could this happen to you? What would he do if he lost you? You were everything to him- so patient and kind and showed him warmth- the kind you feel when you're wrapped up in fuzzy socks and sherpa blankets with a hot cup of earl gray tea with lemon and raw honey. You were his safe space and he might lose you? He quickly grabbed you into an embrace as his hands ran soothing strokes through your soft hair.

“Everything will be okay y/n, I will always be here for you. I love you so much baby- we’ll get through this”

You gently shook your head, ending your moment of reminiscing on the past. Your lips were chapped and starting to crack and your mouth was dry, pleading for any sort of moisture. You could barely speak thanks to the chemotherapy and the medications being transfused into your veins and flowing as easily through your blood steam as the cancer itself. Oh, what you would do to just be better! to not be so sick you can barely breath on your own because everything feels so heavy. Your half-opened eyes looked to your ivory plastic bedside table for your small whiteboard and Expo marker, gently reaching over for it as you took a sharp inhale and winced in pain as the movement weighed pressure on the port in your chest. Kazutora quickly jolted up, almost falling out of the chair due to still being half asleep after noticing your facial features suggesting you were in pain. He grabbed the board and marker and handed them to you, desperate to aid you. You shakily took the blue dry erase marker out of his hand while he held the board and almost, just almost, legibly wrote W-A-T-E-R as you took your free hand to tap your throat indicating it was drier than the Sahara.

He gave you a small smile and kissed your forehead with wet lips “Okay n/n, I’ll be right back with a cup of water and some ice. Don’t go anywhere, please, I promise I’ll be back soon” his voice laced with sorrow so heavy it practically stole all the oxygen in the room, worried that if he left for even a minute, he would lose you.

He slipped on the navy hospital slippers the staff had given him a few days ago since he spent most of his time in that chair, never leaving your side. You don’t know why he even bothered to slide them on, they were so worn out the soles were practically a barrier between feet and the floor, offering no support but, you know he put them on so he didn’t look like he was wondering the halls in just the socks adorned with skiing penguins you had got him last Christmas. Your face got hot at the memory- dreaming of going back to that time, when you were still okay enough to walk around in public and had enough energy to go to the festivals...

You dragged your boyfriend through the food stalls and boisterous people, the smell of fried foods and smoke invaded your nostrils. One hand interlaced with his and the other pulling your oxygen tank behind you, having one destination for the night and that's where you were going first- the ferris wheel. It would probably be the last time you'd get to enjoy festivals and the lame carnival rides that came along with them. Kazutora could only smile as you glanced over your shoulder at him and giggled. You knew that he didn't care too much for this scene, far too many people for his liking but when you looked up at him with those puppy dog eyes and the way your lips barely parted when you pouted and pleaded him to take you, how could he say no, especially to you. There was a small line of people in front of the wheel and you eagerly jumped into the back, following the shuffling guests. Every time a fair or festival came around you made it your mission to bring Kazu, ride the ferris wheel and kiss once you made it to the top. He always would tease you about being cheesy, like a real-life scene from that romance movie The Notebook. It was those moments that reminded you just how much you loved him and have for the past three years. However, this years 'top of the wheel' kiss was different, you both silently knew that it would probably be your last and while neither of you said it out loud it could be heard through the moans you both made as you leaned into a searing kiss- desperate to feel your teenage love spark and send electric pulses through the wetness on your lips. Your hand left his thigh and carded through his shoulder length hair (after much arguing earlier, you finally convinced him to leave it down tonight but that didn't stop him from having a hair elastic snug on his wrist for later). His calloused hands gently reached out and cupped your cheeks as he turned his head to deepen the kiss. Your cheeks were suddenly damp and you could taste the saltiness of tears, when did you start crying? Was he crying too? Your sharp inhales made you separate your lips, only to be pulled back so quickly into his neck as you sobbed. The wetness soaking his forest green shirt, god you loved him in green. The way it complimented his skin tone and made the freckles around his nose more apparent. He was so beautiful in the carnival lights and the way the breeze gently blew his hair around- you had never been so in love and when he smiled at you, your heart was on fire. The way he said your name echoed through your bones and filled your veins to the brim.

You didn't notice that you had closed your eyes and were in sweet bliss of memory until you felt cold fingers on the inside of your left wrist. You jolted up, surprised by the sudden contact and your eyes were met by those of your nurse, wearing a navy scrub set, as she mumbled an apology. You watched her as she furrowed her brows and took notes on your vitals. It was when she listened to your lungs that her whole demeanor changed and you could feel your stomach drop when she called for the on-call doctor. It was probably around 6am and your oncologist didn't come in until about 7-7:30am. Honestly, you hadn’t been feeling that great and the small amount of morphine that was dripping wasn't doing anything anymore, in fact it hasn't in a while. You've been in pain for a few hours but you didn't want to call for medication or help because it would have woken up Kazutora and made him worry and that was the last thing you wanted- he's already been through enough.

The doctor entered the room and asked you the same bullshit questions you've always heard "How are you feeling? On a scale of 1-10 what's your pain level at? What have you eaten and/or drank today?" You always were annoyed at these questions because every new doctor or nurse that came your way always asked them and with your condition, well you saw a lot of them.

He put the cold metal of the stethoscope on your chest and listened to your breath sounds with a puzzled look on his face, “The muffled and static sounds are concerning. When was your last treatment and how long have you been in pain trying to inhale?”

You shyly looked at him and said “I think I had a round of treatment about three weeks ago but that should be in my chart for an exact date and the pain, I don’t know? a few hours or so?”

That's when Kazutora walked in with your water and ice chips in two different cups slotted between his fingers so he could open the door. “You’ve been in pain y/n? You didn’t wake me up and tell me? I could’ve gotten help, called for someone, why won’t you let me help...” the expression strewn across his face was filled with so much sadness and you could hear it even louder in his voice.

He placed the two cups on your bedside table and sat down in the same chair he’s been in and placed his elbows on his knees and held his face in his hands. The doctor threw a look of sympathy his way, though he wouldn’t see it, and spoke again-

“We’re going to need to take you back for a rescan and see how quickly we can get your oncologist here to do a review with you. I’ll have the nurses at the desk contact your parents”

That last sentence made Kazutora almost fall out of the chair he was in, eyes already glossed over and a frown etched on his face. Stumbling over his own feet, crouching on his knees beside you, holding you hand in both of his, almost flinching at the icy-ness your skin held “It’s gonna be okay angel, I’ll be here waiting for you when you get back. I love you eternally.”

You felt your eyes go soft at his words, he usually told you he loved you when you had to go to the X-ray room to get a new PET scan, but this time, his words had more love in them then you’ve ever heard. With the help of the nurse, you got out of bed and moved into the wheelchair that was already placed at your bedside, sending a quick thumbs up and a small smile to your boyfriend, who you knew would be letting his emotions run wild as soon as you left the room, the nurse wheeled you out.

The hallways were unusually empty and smelled of lemon cleaner and elderly people. While you didn’t care for the scent, you’ve grown accustomed to it. Your hands grasped at the edge of your green cotton hospital gown and bunched it up inside your palms. You knew you were dying, it was only a matter of time, but why did it have to be so soon? There’s so much you haven’t gotten to do yet in life, you were only 24! You’ve barely driven a car, you’ve never had a job, hell, you would probably still be a virgin if you hadn’t found Kazutora- a boy who was so gentle and patient with you. You had dreams to travel the world, go backpacking in Europe, learn to salsa in Spain, get drunk in Germany- all things you wanted to do with him. You could feel the tears start overflowing when you thought too hard about all these things you’ll never get to do but the thought of never seeing Kazu again is what sent you over the edge, fat tears pooling in your lashes and you started to hiccup, the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding hitched in your throat, until you felt like you couldn't breathe, and you were panicking. Struggling to swallow down a still beating heart, your vision became blurry and you gasped as you tried to control your body from shaking so hard but before you knew it, the all too familiar view of black came into sight as you started to fall out of the wheelchair unconscious…

You weren’t sure how much time had passed but when you woke up you were back in your room with a new medication bag being clipped up and replacing the old unit. The nurse inserted a syringe of saline into your IV catheter to flush the remaining fluid in the cannula before hooking up the new medicine to the hub in your hand. The cold rush of the saline pulsing through your veins made you shiver; you’ve never liked the flush because it was always so cold and instantaneous. You sat up in your bed a little and immediately grabbed your head with your free hand and winced at the throbbing feeling you had on your right temple. Your vision, still a little foggy, was able to make out three figures in the hallways through the open blinds on the window. They were talking and you assume it was pretty serious based on their body language. Squinting at the sight trying to decode who it was until you felt a dip in the bed at your feet, looking over at the boy who held your heart, he sighed heavily letting his head drop as a signal tear rolled down his cheek. He looked at you with apathetic bloodshot eyes and puffy cheeks, he paused for a moment to blow his nose on a tissue he kept in his pants pocket and then discarded it before curling up next to you and burying his face into the crook of your neck. In a raspy voice, muffled by your skin, he spoke “I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry. Your doctor guy is outside speaking to your parents. I didn't want to listen… I couldn’t...” he choked on his words and you moved your hand to run your fingers through his messy hair.

“I know Kazu, it’s okay. You know I love you right? and I always will”

You felt defeated, there were no words in the English language that could, or would, take away the hurt he was feeling at the thought of you dying. So, you let him cuddle into your side trying your best to soothe his woes about the situation. The door creaked open and you saw your parents walk in, your mothers face flushed and her glasses fogged over, your father couldn’t even look at you as his eyes turned downwards and bit his lip so hard you could see the red straining to spill through the spaces in his teeth. You turned to face your doctor, his dark eyebrows were lowered and knitted closely framing his hazel eyes, his pink lips were pressed tightly before he parted them to speak “After your rescan, we’ve noticed the original tumors have metastasized and the cancerous cells have flowed into your heart, creating tumors. I’m very sorry. We will do everything we can to make you comfortable”

You felt your stomach clench and attempt to double over as if you were greeted by a fist in your gut, your vision blurred as sorrow pooled at your waterline. This was it, huh? You reached over Kazu's snuggled body to grab literally anything- a sick noise caught in your throat, choking and squeezing your eyes shut, a rush of hot fluids spilled over your lips and splashed into the plastic pan as a stench filled the cool air. Your face damp and snot running down to your chin you opened your eyes- blood. Traces of deep red littered the other fluids in the bin and you sighed, it really was coming close to the end.

“Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering”

Your parents were at your bedside opposite of Kazutora, kneeling down and holding your hand with each one of their own. Basking in the comfortable silence, you stared at their faces wanting to remember all their features, ingraining them like a mental photograph. Your mothers' viridescent eyes, framed behind her dark rimmed oval glasses. The freckles that littered her cheeks from tending to her flower garden in the sun too long, her just-above shoulder length brunette hair that was thinning out at the ends, her rounded shoulders that had small moles and dark spots that offered you endless comfort and a welcoming space to cry your eyes out, and her warm expression that always made you feel safe. Your fathers deep blue eyes that always seemed so serious but crinkled in the corners when he laughed, his curved and slightly bent to the left nose, the same one that adorned your own face, and his plump cheeks that were sunburnt from time to time. His larger hands enveloped your mothers as well as your own, but they were tender, afraid that either of you were fragile, made of glass, and could break at the slightest amount of pressure.

Their dejected expressions hung low and made your chest tremble, until your mother spoke “Why don't we get your favourite dessert? That always lightens the mood a tad. Your father and I will be right back. Kazutora, stay by y/n’s side a while longer, please?” Kazu would of course, not decline that offer, he was always going to stay beside you.

After your parents left the room, Kazutora feathered light kisses on your neck and up your jawline before pausing at your lips “Let’s get married” Was he serious? Had he been planning to ask you that? How do you even write vows? A thousand questions ran through your head but time stopped the minute he crashed his mouth onto yours. It wasn’t harsh or greedy; His lips brushed yours, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale your breath and feel the warmth of your skin. He molded perfectly to you in every way, as if he was cut from the soul. The gentleness the kiss held made you dizzy and your heart did backflips. His scent of cedarwood and almond infiltrated your senses as his touch ricocheted through the hollows of your bones and spread heat through your veins. There was no one else you wanted to spend the last of your days with than him, and your parents.

Slowly pulling away and feeling the chill of the air conditioning fan over your hot skin, you looked at him and wow- the galaxies you could see in just his eyes, could he see them too? He was your universe, holding the sun, moon, and every star imaginable in his fingertips. Cupping his face in your hands, you pecked his lips once more and nodded your head “Yes” you whispered to only him.

You could see his happiness begin to bubble over and his heart beat so profusely it practically leapt out his chest. His eyes glossed over because he could finally tell you that you were his everything and nothing else in the world mattered to him except you. His lips began to travel around your face as his fingers explored every crevice of your figure but skipped over the IV in your hand, your elbow, and the port in your chest. You could feel your skin prickle, his touch was so light and bewildering- almost non-existent. He had always been soft with you, since day one, and seemed to only become softer with each passing day as if that were possible. You knew you could never love anyone else like you loved Kazutora and you knew he felt the same but you also knew that meant it would be difficult for him to move on. You felt a twinge of guilt as you thought about it- on one hand you wanted to be the only girl he’d ever love this deeply, this feverishly. But the humbler side of you wanted him to know love again after you. You wanted him to find happiness but always remember you.

He looked at you with lovesick eyes and said “don't you worry about a thing baby, I’ll take care of everything for us. I promise, y/n”

You couldn't help but be captivated by the determination in his voice to set this up, knowing he would enlist the help of Matsuno Chifuyu and Mitsuya Takashi, his two closest friends, and probably the only others who knew about how bad your condition was. You weren’t sure what he had in mind but you trusted him with your whole being. It was a cute idea even if it couldn’t be for real.

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Life washes over those who expect it the least. It seeps in and out of the expanse of space and time and steals the innocence right within your grasp. Playing with time is for children, when you are innocent and vulnerable. Then life comes crashing in and destroys moments in its wake. With water-soaked clothes and tear-streaked cheeks, you rue the fact that life has no mercy. Life is not fair, not in the least. You spent all night curled up in the shower with Kazutora at your side as you vomited up nothing and everything all at once. Heaving with the full expanse of your chest, again and again, you were out of breath and tired, so damn tired. Tired of having to live the last of your life being like this and you couldn't do anything. You would never wish this kind of hell on anyone, that's what it was- hell on Earth.

Your head was knocked to the side, resting on the shower wall. Snot stuck to your cheeks and vomit and drool slipped over your lips, as if in slow motion. You turned and looked at Kazu- he was visibly exhausted. Dark ebony stained half circles framed his dropping eyes, his cheeks hollowed in and his lips were dry and cracked. His hair was a mess, slung up in a messy bun- he hadn’t been home in days and that was probably the last time he got a night's rest. You could see the way sleep mocked him, taunted him through the heaviness of his limbs, and in the arms that were holding you up.

You looked at him with wet features, “Kazu can you help me in the wheelchair and put me in front of the window? I want to see the sky”

He simply nodded as he turned the shower off, changed you into a new robe and sat you in the chair. He was still so strong and comforting you'd wish he could just cradle your fragile body all night. He called the nurse for a warm blanket which was rushed to you in what felt like seconds, and covered you in it as he pushed you in front of the window and pulled his chair over to be beside you, taking your hand in his as the two of you watched the night roll in.

The night sky. A vast and unknown universe beyond the human eye, a different world entirely from the one you know. Looking up through your window, the black silk is welcomed by countless stars, constellations, and the moon, just floating in space, and offering you comfort and peace. Clouds began to melancholically float across the sky, dimming the already faint light of the stars. Outside darkens another two dismal shades and a dull roar reverberates through the expanse, echoing on your window pane. A steady drizzle of rain begins to descend from somber clouds; crystal tears landing silently on the pavement below creating opaque puddles that fill the cracks and crevices. Incandescent gold hues illuminate the charcoal sky as the winds pick up loose leaves in a whirlwind.

The hospital room feels smaller than usual, as the drizzles from the outside press against the windows, aching to come in. Tap. Tap. Tap. A thousand taps at once. The language of water cascades through your ears like a somber chorus in a song. You allow the melody to consume your mind and your body to succumb to the exhaustion that's whistling in the tune of the shower outside.

When you awoke, you were tucked in bed with new blankets and soft socks covering your feet. Kazutora was nowhere in sight, slightly panicking, you rang for the nurse who immediately took your vitals at the sight of your destressed face. He sauntered in not too long after with a paper coffee cup in his right hand and a bagel in the other. Seeing his face, that he was still here with you, lulled your anxieties. Unbeknownst to him, you had another treatment today and were desperate to have him at your side. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence after the nurse left. Kazutora sipped his coffee slowly, allowing the warm liquid to steal away the chills that seemed to consume him, as you lazily looked through a manga he had brought you a few weeks ago. After about an hour, your oncologist entered the room with a cheery grin plastered on his face.

“Are you ready y/n? We’re going to take some quick vitals and then we'll take you down” he spoke while removing his raspberry hued stethoscope that hung around his neck and flopped over his shoulders.

Kazutora quizzically looked at you, “What? You have a treatment today and didn’t tell me?” You could tell in his voice that he wasn’t physically or emotionally prepared for the turmoil that came with chemotherapy treatments. They drained you to your very core and he knew they were killing you just as much as the cancer itself. You dropped your head and peered at him through apologetic eyes and mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’.

“I know you’re tired Kaz, you don't have to stay. I can always call my mom..” you trailed off until you were interrupted by him gripping your wrist with pain filled eyes staring at you. You knew what he was silently telling you, I’d never leave your side, not even for a second.

You slowly nodded your head towards your doctor as Kazutora helped you into your wheelchair. You were wheeled down the hall, through the doors that said authorized personnel only and brought into a bleak room- no windows, only one door and the lights were dimmed to almost nothing, the only sounds were the exhales of the other patients and the daunting tones of the medical equipment. You hated this- the way it made you feel, the annoying task of being bilegerantly poked and prodded by the medical assistants who could never hook up your port quite right, the blank stares that made your stomach queasy and the fact that you had to sit here with nothing to do except have the medicine course through your body for three hours. It was daunting, and you wanted it to be over the minute you entered that vexing room. You sat in the recliner chair and watched as the staff made Kaz dress up in the isolation gear- the aqua blue booties that covered his feet, the disposable pastel yellow gown and level three face mask, one of the highest levels of protection against airborne particles since everyone in this room was immunocompromised. You looked around at the other patients as a nurse in plum colored scrubs hooked you up to a machine, some were asleep, dozed off in perfect dreams away from this harsh reality. Others watched whatever was on the small TV plastered to the wall, but the one thing you noticed was everyone was alone. You felt the core of your stomach turn, how could the families or friends allow them to do this alone? The sheer thought of not having Kazutora with you made the familiar hot liquid regurgitate in your throat and threaten to spill out over the nurse in front of you. You held your breath spastically searching for a vomit catcher but to no avail, you spilled your guts on the floor to your right, thankfully, not on the poor lady whose eyes became wide like a deer in headlights, once she realized what was happening. Your boyfriend frantically rushed to your side as you continued to make a mess of the sour-smelling acids from your stomach.

You wiped your mouth on your arm as you tried to slow your breathing, Kaz replacing the space on your left with the nurse who left to call the janitorial member.

“Deep breaths baby, inhale… hold… and exhale. I’ve got you, I’m right here” he assured you as he squeezed your hand in pulsating motions.

The janitor quickly made his entrance, dressed in full personal protection equipment, and mopped up the area around you with false citrus smelling disinfectant, like the kind you get at off-brand markets. You dipped your head apologetically and mumbled a thousand “I’m sorry”s to the man who only replied with a soft smile and small nod of his head.

The hours went by unbearably slow and you felt worse than you had before. They were right though, the chemo and the radiation were the silent killers, disrupting your body and as detrimental as the illness itself.

When the treatment was finally finished all you wanted to do was sleep. The nurses placed you back in the chair as Kazutora removed the disposable gear and discarded them into the large bin by the door. Once back in your room you were greeted by the familiar scent of fresh toasted buns and fruit jam, just the smell of it made you sick your stomach but the thought was appreciated. You saw your parents standing with a fluffy teddy bear held in your mothers' hands as she offered it to you.

“I’m sorry we couldn't get here sooner but we are thankful for Kazutora staying by your side, -she turned to Kazu- We brought you some food in case you were hungry.” she smiled softly at him and handed him a brown paper bag. He graciously took it and told her thank you.

Your father placed some books and journals on the table next to you since he knew you’d be bedridden for a while. “Just a few things to keep you occupied” he stated with tired eyes. Your parents have been working overtime just to stay afloat with all the hospital bills that keep managing to pile up. You were forever grateful to them and everything they’ve done to give you the life you’ve had. You couldn’t bear the thought of them, being so lonely, after you passed, hoping they could still be happy and live life until old age.

“We can’t stay too long but we can play a round of cards if you're up for it y/n” your mom smiled at you. Now the only question was which game? Uno (you kept the cards in the drawer of the small table just in case), go fish, crazy 8s? You took a vote and Uno ultimately won, only because Kaz was desperate to finally try to beat you. Laughter filled the small space and you looked around at the people you loved so dearly, smiling and laughing. You missed days like this- when you could act like a normal family and pretend nothing was wrong. After the game your parents left with quick kisses to our forehead, you knew they had early work in the morning but you were happy they were able to visit.

You curled up in bed as Kaz pressed a warm kiss to your cheek and said “I’m going to go home tonight baby to try to sleep a little. You get some good sleep too, okay? I love you so much and I’ll see you in the morning.” As soon as he clicked the door close, you succumbed to the sleep your body so desperately needed.

You awoke to the small humming of your boyfriend as he flipped through a magazine, a bridal magazine? Once he noticed your slumbering form start to move, he was instantly at your side placing kisses on your temple and cheek. “Good morning sleepyhead” he playfully cooed. You smiled at him as he opened a spread of the magazine towards you pointing at a floor length ivory gown, adorned with long lace applique sleeves, vintage buttons down the back and a small rhinestone belt across the waist. It was simple but so beautiful. You looked at Kazutora with adoring eyes and your mouth slightly agape. You were in awe that he found that dress and immediately thought you'd like it, it was perfect and he knew it with a small smirk growing.

“I think I can get Mitsuya to make something similar, if you want” Of course he knew the answer was yes but asked anyway. Enthusiastically, you nodded your head with a large smile. But you knew that he shouldn’t ask because you probably wouldn't be here by the time the dress was completed. You pushed that thought aside as he nuzzled into your side reminding you how much he loved you and cherished you.

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A few non-eventful days have passed, life in this boring room droned on as your health continued to decline. Easy tasks like going to the bathroom, brushing your teeth, or even just sitting up cause your body to feel tormented. Your parents visited less often, mostly due to work piling up, and Kazutora brought over blankets and pillows from his place and started showering here. Things were looking bleak as your physical, as well as mental, state took a turn for the worst. The nurses and doctors checked in on you in 6-hour increments which meant they were not sure how much time you had left. The daisies your mother dropped off that were placed in a disposable cup on your window sill began to wilt- life was so fragile…

On the sixth somber day in a row, you had more machines hooked up to you and around the clock care. Your body barely existed, you couldn’t eat, could barely sleep, and it showed. Your cheeks were hollowed in, your collarbones were uncomfortably showing, and bruises littered your skin. It hurt too much to do anything besides pathetically lay there and wait, wait for the afterlife to come and whisk your consciousness away. Kazutora told you he finished his vows and while he knew you couldn’t write yours or even speak them, he wanted to share them with you, pour his heart out to you, one last time as he cuddled into your side and recited only to you the words, he so desperately hoped you’d remember:

“Y/n, I wrote these words for you. I really hope they stay with you forever.”- he took out a crumpled piece of notebook paper from his jacket pocket and began to read- “Y/N, you are my forever love. My eternal love. You are in every breath I take; your scent invades my lungs and gives me reason to keep inhaling. Our love has been a temporary madness, erupting like volcanoes and then subsiding. Love itself is what’s left after ‘being in love’ has kindled away, being both art and an unfortunate circumstance of actions. People who truly love, like we have and forever will, have roots intertwined, under the surface, and when the blossoms have all fallen and the leaves have been kissed off the branches by the cool winter wind, they find there's only tree under the beauty of love. I have had the best moments with you and I won't trade them away or take them for granted. It has been a pleasure to love you, and to live and exist in the same time space as you, my love. I have become a better man by getting to love you and be yours. I love you y/n, eternally.”

You could feel the tears beginning to form in your eyes as your breath began to hitch in your throat. You started coughing and then couldn’t breathe. Your eyes went wide and your face blue as nurses rushed to your side to try to help you. Feeling a rush of chill as Kazutora fell to the ground, out of the bed he was once snuggled in next to you. Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. He bent forward where he sat on the floor and pressed his palms to the cold tiles, and began to cry with the force of a person vomiting on all fours. It was over for him, you were lying there, dying, and he couldn't do anything to save you. His world was spinning upside-down and he was choking on the breaths he couldn't release.

You could feel the exhaustion taking over and it got harder to take breaths and the world around you slowed to almost a complete stop. Your limbs became heavy and it felt as though every organ in your body hit a red light. You could barely move as you struggled to keep the rise and fall of your chest as you moved your hand toward Kazutora’s. Mustering up all the muscles you could to offer him a half smile you whispered “You gave me forever within numbered days, and I’m grateful”

He glanced at you through half-lidded glossy eyes- dammit would you miss those golden orbs staring at you so lovingly- “I will always love you y/n, you are my eternal love. One that will always be with me and I know you’ll continue to care for me as you live among the stars. I promise to find you again in our next life and love you fiercer than I have in this one.”

“Promise?” you could barely get out the words as your movements began to stop, but you felt the warm breath of your man hover over you.

“I promise” as he pressed a longing kiss as your heart monitor flat lined, the final sensation that coursed through you was his lips on yours, delicately placed with so much love radiating through them.

#portfolio of dreams #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x reader #hurt #angst #triggering themes #v sad

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northelypark · 2 years

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Amelia head-canons I’ve being thinking about lately

• She doesn’t like wearing her hair down, especially during a chess match. It just gets in the way and distracts her. She tends to tug on a strand of hair when she’s thinking hard, but if it was down she’d want to tug on all of it, so she braids her hair to keep it out of the way.

• She’s very organized. She gets moody and frustrated when she has to live and work in a cluttered space. She learns to tolerate chaos a bit more having Gemma as her roommate, but she still prefers everything in its place.

• Mint helps Amelia stay focused and calm, so she’ll often drink mint tea before a match. It’s also a nostalgic flavor because her granddad would keep peppermints in his pocket and offer them to Amelia when she’s nervous.

• Amelia’s favorite book to read when she was little was Through the Looking Glass, gifted to her by her granddad. When she’s older, she finds the book silly and embarrassing, but Gemma helps her rediscover a love for fantasy books.

• Her favorite animal is a rabbit, courtesy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, another book she loved as a child. When she was little, she often begged her parents for a pet rabbit, but they always told her they were too messy.

• Her favorite chess piece is the queen, followed closely by the knight.

• Besides chess, she shares an interest in astronomy with her granddad. She is especially interested in constellations, finding them orderly and reassuring. Her favorite one is Lepus. Solving Puzzle 001 during the game for eternal life made her even more determined to win.

• Patterns in nature, like the Fibonacci sequence, fascinate her. She likes thinking of the universe itself as a chess board, logical, bound by rules, and fully capable of being understood.

• She’s inspired to want to teach after meeting Professor Layton during the game for eternal life.

#professor layton #amelia ruth

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wevegottogetaway · 3 years

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Thanks fo’ saving my ass tonight

I got so much going on with uni, but I couldn’t resist. If you too are queen/king of procrastinating uni work, you have my deepest support! Hope you enjoyed x

TW: none (except fool language)

Part 2 - Part 3*

Office parties have never been y/n’s cup of tea, the idea of enjoying yourself in the very place people usually count down the hours before they can leave, is rather ludicrous in her humble opinion. Alas as the boss’ personal assistant, she not only had to plan and organize the whole shebang but her presence was also required, supervision purposes and all that. The only solace sweetening the deal for her was that she’d be in charge of the catering too, and y/n learnt very early on that good food and greater booze could make any boring work function at least tolerable.

Now that the festivities are in full swing, conversation flowing almost as heartily as the champagne in the guests’ eager mouths, y/n thinks she did quite well. The vast open space of the office is decorated with taste, the music set at the perfect level as to not overpower the boring chitchat bouncing off its walls, and to her greatest delight, the catering company she hired has truly outdone themselves. All in all, everybody seems to be having a grand time, and y/n decides that’s reason enough to officially relieve herself of her supervisor’s duties.

As she scans over the assortment of canapés, mini-quiches, crudités and other mouth-watering ambrosias, y/n fails to notice the tall figure casually approaching her. She’s in the midst of pondering whether she should try the humous or a cream cheese and salmon toast first, mouth salivating and stomach growling in appetite, when a raspy voice interrupts her inner battle, "I see m’not the only one who’s here just fo’ the food".

Her eyes pop off the delicious hors d’oeuvres to the sight gracing them next and she doesn’t know which is the most appetizing. Because standing a few feet from her is Harry, vibrant smile and pretty dimples on show, as he leans over the verrines platter to pick the best-looking one. He’s wearing an olympic blue floral suit on top of a scandalously unbuttoned transparent shirt, a bold number that would grant anyone else looks of surprise and confusion but looked absolutely divine on his broad frame. Besides, after two years working at the office, everyone had gotten used to his unconventional fashion choices by now.

Y/n quirks an eyebrow in curiosity as she dips a cucumber stick in a bowl of humous, before quipping, "not a big fan of these things?"

Harry lets out a small chuckle in a ‘no kidding’ way, and attaches his emerald eyes to hers, "they’re kind of a drag, if m’bein’ honest."

She smiles at his admission, realizing they both share an aversion for mundanities, "I know right. Like, why party here where everyone has to be on their best behavior when we could be down at the bar without the boss gallivanting around?" she cries out in exasperation and not for the first time, Harry thinks she’s quite possibly the most endearing thing he’s ever seen. His smile widens the tiniest bit at her passionate rant, "my thoughts exactly. Do we even know what we’re supposed to celebrate?" The question makes her laugh, she wouldn’t have known either if not for her involvement in the affair, "well as the person behind this all drag," she give him a pointed look at his jeering choice of word, "it would be weird if I didn’t."

Harry’s face falls at the possibility of having offended her, but his uneasiness quickly dissipates when she starts laughing at him. "M’sorry, that came out wrong," he tells her before letting out a giggle of his own and y/n revels in the moment. The idea of interacting with him beyond the usual ‘here’s the presentation for today’s conference’ or ‘do you have the quarterly report ready’ is rather intoxicating for her already feeble nerves. "Don’t worry, I take no offense, I’m just as bored as you are," she reassures him with a smile, "the party is for a new potential investor, something about wooing them with some ‘corporate fun’. S’a load of bullshit if you ask me".

Harry nods at the explanation unimpressed, his boss’ intentions being the least of his worries. Aside from being the classic douche every manager typically insists on being, the guy has always made his distaste about him pretty clear, so Harry would rather focus on more interesting things. Like how beautiful y/n looks right now, her hair tied up in a loose bun at the top of her head, leaving a few strands to fall around her face. "You look amazing, by the way," he brings himself to say, though he thinks his compliment doesn’t even do her justice.

Y/n looks down at her own outfit then: a knee-length red dress composed of a skater skirt and a backless top that only holds with a couple pressure buttons clasped behind her neck. Her cheeks warm up to match the color of her apparel, betraying the timidity she’s always fallen victim of whenever he happened to be in her vicinity. Y/n’s never been one to shy away from her feelings or trip over her own words when facing her crushes, but there is something about Harry that teleports her right back to her sheepish 13 year-old teenage self. Also, she’s not too keen on office romances and the drama that usually ensues so she’s always made sure to stifle her blossoming attraction and keep their relation work-appropriate. Surely that must account for most of her awkwardness, doesn’t it?

Her eyes trail back to his face and her response comes in a shy euphemism, "thank you, you clean up quite nicely yourself." It’s enough to quirk Harry’s lips in a bashful smile, their complexion evidently on edge as they tread uncharted territories. Professionalism has always regimented their interactions with kind but polite rigidness, neither of them quite inclined to cross that invisible line, but tonight seems to challenge that.

Tonight, Harry is resolute in his infatuation, no longer inhibited from social construct but driven by a quest for knowledge; anything that will help him decipher her carefully shielded crux. Tonight, he endeavors to scrape the edges of her rough diamond to expose the gem encapsulated inside, peel back the stoic layers of her exterior to find her unapologetic and intrinsic nature. Tonight, he is thirsty for secrets and confidential disclosures, and he won’t leave until he’s drained it all out of her. Unless she tells him to fuck off, obviously.

Harry keeps the conversation going as he browns the buffet for a new delicacy to snack on, "so, what would you be doing if you didn’t have to be here?" He wants to know everything, the present and the past, the good and the bad, the superficial and the substance, the messy and the orderly, but he figures he should start by what she likes to do in her own time. The things that loosen her up after a tense week at work, the things that will make her eyes shine with passion as she relates them back to his curious mind.

The question reaches her ears as she takes a sip of her drink, "mmm," she smiles around her glass before placing it back on the table, "-that’s easy. Playing pool with the gang at Gibson’s." Her answer spills without hesitation, a heap of follow-up questions already brewing up in Harry’s brain, but the foreign name is what beckons his attention first, "Gibson’s?" he echoes with a faint rumple pulling the skin between his eyes. Is that the name of a friend? A boyfriend? Out of all the questions he’s contemplated, y/n’s relationship status never crossed his mind. He’s always assumed her to be a single woman, the evidence of a significant other never present in her language and demeanor.

A wave of relief washes over him at her elaboration, "it’s a bar couple blocks from my place. It’s been my friends and I’s HQ ever since we all met." The sentiment has her eyes sparkle at the remembrance of all the happy memories the place hosted, and Harry stores the information in his mental list of all y/n’s soft spots.

"Sounds rad, so you play pool?" he inquires with enthusiasm. He’s been knows to play a game or two in his youth, though it’s been a hot minute since he’s felt the weight of the cue in his hands as he sinks ball after ball in their respective pockets. He remembers the elation of it all, the adrenaline coursing through his veins at each successful strike, and his heart flutters at the thought of ever sharing a game with her; she seems like the competitive type in the most entertaining way possible. Before his thoughts can spiral into much filthier realms, like bending her over the table mid-game when his own skills prevail and she turns into a sore-loser, y/n’s voice rings him back to reality.

"Uh uh, correction," her expression suddenly turns in false seriousness before she proves him right about her competing tendencies, "I win at pool." Her eyes are so full of confidence, a spice of mischief sparkling in their corner, she would have no difficulty persuading anyone of anything that passes the threshold of her mouth. Harry certainly doesn’t doubt her mastery of the bar game, but it doesn’t stop him from challenging her in a slightly elevated pitch, "oh is that so?"

Y/n only grins at the banter, not at all fazed by his taunting remark, "maybe you’ll have to find out for yourself." She reaches for another snack, not taking her come-hither look off his handsome face, and Harry revels in her flirtatious advances, a smug smile taking possession of his lips as he surfs of the same wave of seduction. "Is that a challenge?" he philanders back, fueling the sensual back-and-forth they seem to have embarked upon.

"Not much of a challenge if I know I’ll win," y/n replies with cheek, her self-assurance once again burgeoning like sexy wildflowers sprouting from the ground underneath Harry’s feet, wrapping around his ankle and growing along his body to twine around his spellbound heart. He absolutely loves her unfaltering aplomb, finds it undoubtably sexy but he can’t let her know that just yet.

"Cocky."

"Confident."

They both chuckle at their repartee, enjoying this ping-pong of quick-witted banter they’ve never found in anybody else before. It’s like their intellects were meant to collide in galvanizing forces, the encounter of two fiery psychs too brilliant to one up the other.

Harry is mesmerized by their connection, if he knew sparks would fire this bright, he would have made a move ages ago. "Fuck, you’re something else," he shakes his head in incredulity before confessing, "definitely not what I expected."

Y/n’s chest tingles at his comment, a rivulet of liquid glee leaking through her arteries to pump her heart and her ego full of bliss, "Oh so you expected something, did you?" She punctuates her teasing with a thousand-watts power smirk, and Harry finds it strikingly alluring.

Not about to let her have the upper hand however, a burst of smugness crosses his features as he boomerangs her earlier allurement back to her, "maybe you’ll have to find out for yourself." It earns him a deep jazzy laugh rooted in her tummy and a tinge of pride swirling in his own. He wants to pry laugh after laugh from her belly until her last giggle, only relenting once the muscles in her chest are aching from unbridled joy.

Y/n sighs in content before taking a bite out of a mini-tartlet as she considers how to proceed in this much too flirty conversation. "So what would you be doing tonight, if not for this stupid party?" she returns his first question before realizing, "-wait a sec, what are you doing here if you hate these things so much? My presence was mandatory but yours isn’t."

"I’ll have you know I was coerced into coming too," he quips back in a fake defensive tone, hand pressing to his chest, "Mike from accounting begged me to tag along, he just broke up with his girlfriend so I didn’t have the heart to tell him no." The selfishness of the gesture softens her heart in a goo of adoration, but she can’t let him know that just yet.

"Softie."

"Chivalrous."

His comeback has her giggle, a rejoinder already tiptoeing at the edge of her lips, "see, who’s cocky now?" Her eyes are full of jest and lightness, somehow taking the weight of the party off his shoulders. Turns out, food and booze are not the only remedies for boring work functions, y/n’s company is just as effective if not more, and that’s with the guarantee of a hangover-less comes next morning. Harry is truly happy he decided to make an appearance tonight, a sentiment he definitely didn’t foresee for the night. The realization has him faintly shaking his head in amazement, his lips letting out another whispered "something else" softly enough that it doesn’t quite reach her already inflated ears.

"So did you have any plans tonight?" She reiterates the question not wanting to ever stop talking with him.

There are probably a hundred exciting plans he could have conjured up to come off half as intriguing as she seems to be, but instead he decides to go the honest route, "nah, I would have probably crash on my couch, this week’s been pretty hectic." His truth is confirmed by the faded blackness tinting the skin below his eyes, a proof of hard work and long hours under the heedlessness of a greedy superior. Y/n knows it all too well, having had firsthand experience with her boss’ jackassery. That’s why she directly inquires, "boss giving you trouble?"

Part of Harry is eager to steer the conversation back to more pleasant waters but he guesses talking a little bit about work was inevitable at some point, especially since they both share palpable distaste for their superior. "The maniac keeps giving me last minute reports like I’m expected to work all night along on his bullshit projects," he explains dejectedly before running his hand through his luscious curls in sign of frustration. "Barely finished in time fo’ the party tonight, I had to slip in his office to put the file on his desk, that fucker had already left."

Y/n listens attentively, her chest tightening in empathy at the recollection of his misfortune. She’s very familiar with the embittering feeling that comes with working your ass for someone that barely registers your efforts and dishes the office hours before you can even dream of clocking off. She’s faced the same scenario time and time again, including tonight, when she’d come up to lock the boss’ office hours after he left to get pampered for the party. She barely got time to make the double commute to and from her place, much less spend hours getting dolled up. She does remember the odd file on her boss’ desk though, "oh I was wondering what that blue folder was about, he never usually leave unattended paperwork on his desk."

Harry starts nodding in confirmation before stopping dead, eyes widened in distress, "wait, did you just say blue?" he asks in urgency.

Y/n frowns at his sudden agitation, her mind reeling to try and visualize the state of the surroundings she left several hours ago. She’s pretty positive she saw a blue binder laying there, not that she knows the ramifications of that simple fact, "yes I think so, why?"

The dire nature of the situation becomes painfully obvious as Harry’s face turns into a mess of dread and panic, "oh shit, oh fuck, no no no," the words keep tumbling from his mouth in a ramble of nerves. "So stupid, m’so fucked" he keeps muttering self-admonition in quiet anger, hands griping at the root of his hair.

Concern is starting to fester in y/n’s guts as she takes in his disheveled state, "Harry, Jesus, take a breath, tell me what’s going on," she steps closer to him, one hand softly holding at his biceps as she tries to connect their gazes.

Once his eyes plug into hers, pupils blown out in turmoil, he finally calms down enough to word out his mishap, "s’not the right file on his desk, I only use red binders for the reports." Spinning around out of her hold to shout his stress back to the wall in a loud "fuck!", Harry’s mind is caught up in a swirl of possible excuses to give to his boss, all sounding more ridiculous than the other. He can’t think of way to fix his mistake and escape the inevitable berating coming his way comes morning.

Fortunately for him, y/n is not about to let this happen, "it’s okay, we’ll fix this," she encourages. "What’s on his desk right now?"

Harry looks back at her then, not totally convinced that this all mayhem is salvageable. His boss is never going to tolerate this minor negligence, especially once he finds out the irrelevant material mistakenly slipped amongst his work. "My 14 year-old niece’s english project" the answer comes out as a question, a hint of self-deprecating humor lacing through his words. "Bloody hell, he’s gon’ have my head fo’ that one."

Harry is adamant in his doom, but if anything, y/n is not a quitter. "No he’s not. He hasn’t seen it yet, right? You said he was already gone when you brought the file."

He takes a long breath, "I suppose not."

"Guess it’s a good thing I have the keys to his office then, yeah?" She smiles proudly as a beacon of hope shines on his conflicted face. The forest green of his eyes seems to breath back to life in an endearing revival, effectively tugging at y/n’s heart’s merciful strings.

"Fuck, you’d do that fo’ me?" his shoulders loosen up in relief, the tension slowly simmering down to a gentle buzz, as he envisages the possibility of an illicit break-in. Well, as illicit as it may be, considering they have the keys. Still, best they don’t get caught snooping in the boss’ office, for both of their sake.

"Of course, silly. No questions asked," y/n answers with a smile, and her willingness to put herself in potential trouble, warms Harry’s heart from inside out.

"Y/n, you’re an angel, a life savior," he grabs her shoulders in each of his hands, his gratitude painted all over his soft traits. "Fuck, I could kiss you right now." The words fly out of his mouth without him realizing their significance after spending the last ten minutes coming onto her. And well, y/n isn’t too opposed to the idea either, and she thinks she might hold him to that promise in retribution for her saving grace when the time and space works better in their favor. "Alright Casanova, let’s get your ass out of this mess," she grabs her purse form the table and takes his hand to guide him through the cluster of people milling around the office space, eventually reaching the row of elevators across the room.

As they stand waiting for their lift to come, Harry starts fidgeting with nervous energy, feeling like a kid who’s about to get caught trying to steal straight from the cookie jar. "Shit, alright, we have to be discrete if we want to pull this off," he tells her, not taking his eyes off the room in case someone would look at them and read their plan straight off their guilty-looking faces.

"Says the guy in the flashy suit," y/n immediately counters, in an attempt to revive the playfulness of their synergy. The night was going swimmingly before the whole ordeal, and she’s convinced this foxy little adventure can only add to the appeal of an evening full of surprises.

Harry’s indignation at her dig teeters from his pouty lips, "hey! It’s not that bad." She giggles at his poor rebuttal, and as the doors of the elevator open, they quickly take a few steps inside.

"Harry, that suit is so loud, it could break the sound barrier," y/n teases as she eyes the crowd of people frivolously chatting away, while waiting for the door to close back.

"Thought I cleaned up nicely," he cheekily throws back her words from earlier, letting them resonate within the small confines of the elevator as they make their way up to their boss’ office.

She turns to face him then, a smile spreading on her supple lips, "don’t get me wrong, you look wonderful, just nowhere near decent for a secret spy mission."

Her words have him beaming back at her in a second, his mind fixated on her compliment rather than how impractical it is that his clothes are flashier than the Queen’s; in his defense, neither are y/n’s. "Damn, just got upgraded from nice to wonderful, this night is actually turning around," he chirps as the door open to the deserted hallway of the top floor.

"Alright, more action and less flirting, Styles," y/n playfully chides him. "Go get the right file, while I open his door, we should be quick in case he decides to bring the tour and his special guest up here." She sends him off with a tilt of her chin in what she knows to be the direction of his office, and Harry complies with ease and starts backtracking a few doors down, "yes ma’am."

While he’s gone to fetch the correct document from his office, y/n rummages through her purse to find the key of her boss’ office and unlock the door. Once she’s inside, she makes her way around the imposing mahogany desk commanding the space, and finds the imposter file sitting innocently on the polished wood. For pure curiosity’s sake, she starts leafing through its contents and lets a small chuckle as she takes in the endearing work of a young aspiring writer.

Her reading is interrupted by Harry’s hurried strides when he joins her in the room. "Here’s the damn report," he flings the folder on the desk next to his niece’s, red clashing with blue, mocking him for his slight negligence. As he absorbs the sight of y/n’s face engrossed in the teenage’s fiction, he moves slowly behind her, getting a glimpse at his niece’s whimsical words over her shoulder, before his eyes settle on the bare skin of her back.

Y/n welcomes his sudden proximity, has stranding on end as she feels the soft puffs of his breaths against her neck. "Your niece is quite the writer, does she always come to you for advice?"

She ignores the shivers running down her spine, and gulps when Harry’s voice greets her ears in a deep quiet hoarse, closer than she excepted, "usually, yeah. I was the one who got her into writing, so it’s kinda become our thing, I guess."

She smiles at his softness, "that’s really sweet," and draws in a long breath in a vain attempt to calm her jitters. She can almost feel his presence on her skin though they’re technically not touching, her fingertips tingling in anticipation.

Another frisson travels through her when he responds with a low "mhm," his nose slightly grazing behind her ear, taking in her beguiling fragrance. Jasmine and vanilla, fresh and soft, exciting and comforting at the same time; it suits her perfectly.

"Harry-" she doesn’t know what to follow the whisper of his name with. Careful? Not here? Please don’t stop? At this point, she wants nothing more than to succumb to his affections, regardless of their improper whereabouts.

Harry brushes the back of his index down the smooth skin of her back in a featherlike caress, "thanks fo’ saving my ass, tonight," he murmurs into her ear, before laying a small kiss behind it.

Y/n is exulting under his tender ministrations, her eyes closed to enhance the feeling of his touch. "Anytime," she breathes out as her head tilts backward, a hand coming behind his neck in a silent plea not to let go, and Harry smiles against her skin at her receptiveness, goosebumps of his own blossoming across his body.

His next words are out of his mouth before he can think, "mmm, I owe you a big one," his playful persona resurfacing now that the situation was handled. They snort in unison at the double-entendre, and Harry slides his free arm around her waist to bring her closer to his chest in silent remittance. Y/n doesn’t mind though, she kinda likes this boyish side of him, but she can’t let him know that just yet.

"Gross."

"Hilarious."

Their ping-pong of wisecrack is back despite the tension permeating the air. It’s the kind that speeds heartbeats and moistens palms in lustful anticipation, the kind that curtails people’s breath as their lungs fill up with voluptuous aphrodisia. "Will you let me kiss you? Show you all my gratitude? I really wanna have a taste, love," he pleads for her permission, and y/n is too consumed by desire to deny him, "have it."

In one swift move, he spins around and latches his eager lips onto her. Passion ensues, hands roaming all over each other to find the perfect hold; the back of a neck, the lapels of a suit jacket, a few strands of hair, the curve of an exposed ribcage, it’s all intoxicating but there is always more to explore. Their tongues are caught up in a heated tango of their own, swirling around each other to quench the thirst of passion, licking their lustful way around their mouths.

At one point, Y/n finds herself pressed against her boss’ desk, one leg around Harry’s waist as he attaches his hips to hers in a heated embrace that leaves them breathless upon parting. He rests his forehead against her temple as they both process the intimate exchange, not ready to burst out of this fairy bubble. "Fuck, been waiting to do that for a while," he exhales with a smile, still incredulous at the evening’s proceedings, and the girl nestled in his arms.

"Same," she agrees and gently cups his face to bring his eyes back to hers, barely believing the adoration and warmth swimming within his lovely olive irises.

Harry’s heart feels like a ticking bomb about to implode, the sweet taste of her lips already providing him with a fix he didn’t know he was addicted to. "One more," he demands against her mouth before diving into another searing kiss. This time his hands explore more meticulously, scavenging for other soft spots to add on to his mental list. The dimples in her back right above the curve of her ass seem to rival the area at her side right below the swell of her breast, but Harry is pretty sure he’ll find more sensitive spots in the near future. Hopefully.

Once again, the need for oxygen compels them to part way, but neither of them make a move to separate their tangled limbs. Y/n is reveling in the moment she’s been daydreaming about for months, "so good," she keeps whispering sweet nothing against his lips while rubbing her nose against the bridge of his.

Harry clears his throat as he regains his bearings, realizing that there are still very much in the middle of their boss’ office, a place they are not supposed to be in, doing stuff they’re not supposed to be doing. At least not here. "Let’s get outta here, yeah?" he brushes a strand of hair that fell in front of her face, "you can kick my ass at that game of pool as promised, and I’ll tend to yours once we’re back at my place, what’dya say?"

And well, how can one say no to that?

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aromantic-misguide-to-romance · 3 years

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Obey Me! Hair headcanon - non-brothers

Betareading thanks to Xanlee! Brothers version here.

Diavolo

he tends to mess it with his hand out of habit and lets it stick out as it pleases, so that’s why it looks spiky

but it is surprisingly pleasant to the touch

his hair is completely average though, as opposed to his royal status

medium softness, medium strength, medium fluffiness, nothing stands out aside from a few cowlicks

quite easy to take care of – it goes back to the right place even if messed with, doesn’t get knots unless left for a long time, but it doesn’t hold styling particularly well

it’s resilient and hard to damage so he doesn’t need too much hair care

isn’t affected by humid weather

but it gets a surprisingly golden shine in sunlight

Barbatos

keeps it short for a reason

and you can see that reason in that long streak of lighter coloured hair

it gets messy and starts curling and sticking out if left to grow, it gets split hairs as well

and it starts reacting to humidity if too long

but if it’s cut too short it starts sticking out too

what he has is the optimal length he can control it and keep it in order

once subdued, his hair stays as it’s styled, but defeating the bed hair in the morning can be time-consuming

his hair is a bit coarse to the touch, just a tiny bit though – it might look smooth due to the straight and flat hairstyle, but it gets damaged pretty easily and he rarely has time to take care of it properly

all he needs is for it to look presentable, which it does

Simeon

his hair might look like soft floof, but that isn’t exactly the case

much stronger and much more resilient than you’d expect from the light curl

always a bit messy – it might not seem like his hair is exceptionally rebellious considering the slightly wavy look, but it absolutely is

however, he hides his hair’s rebellion quite well with this hairstyle

but if you tried to style it? Nope, that’s impossible

try to subdue it and each strand will jump right back into its old place, sticking out as usual

the best you’ll get is a bird’s nest style

so just let it be, his hair is the least troublesome if left unbothered – it fortunately doesn’t get knots

combing it often is a necessity but it goes back to its messy look immediately

that’s also why humid weather doesn’t make any particular difference here

Luke

his hair is just so soft and smooth

no wonder everyone wants to pat his head – it really feels nice to pet his hair when it’s just so fluffy and soft and, and

he doesn’t enjoy that fact, as he hates it when people treat him like a child or... a dog

he brushes and combs it religiously into place so that it doesn’t give away how fluffy it is

fortunately it’s not a bad case – it likes to stay orderly for most of the time

though he never manages to comb it into perfect flatness, his mane is just too dense for that – each hair might be thin and delicate, but he has plenty of them, truly a lot and densely packed

doesn’t seem like humid weather affects it too much though

fortunately – imagine what would be if it went full floof because of just a little bit of humidity on a rainy day

Solomon

he wasn’t always grey-haired, his hair just greyed as the time passed – while the process is slow, his hair will turn white in time

his hair might look a bit spiky, but it’s really fluffy and soft if touched

and very easy to style – run your hand through it and it will stay like that, sticking out

...or maybe don’t do that if you don’t want to be cursed

his hair gets miserable in humid weather – no curl, it just gets heavy as it absorbs water

anyway, it takes just a moment to put his hair into order, but it only takes a moment for his hair to get messy too, so he runs a comb through it quite a few times a day, whenever needed

it’s not that he’s embarrassed about his hair, but you can’t just run around looking so unprofessional when you’re a mighty sorcerer and trying to appear pact-worthy

#obey me #obey me!#obey me luke #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me headcanon #no one's om headcanons

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sinkix · 4 years

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☆ Haikyuu!! │ Boys as your roommate HC’S │ Ft Nishinoya, Akaashi, Oikawa & Hinata ☆

Okay this is a small little shit post idea that I had and it’s 2am SO it’s high-key messy and chaotic but HEY when am I not? I swear I’ll sleep after this I promise.

E N J O Y ~ <3

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Nishinoya:

SO!!!! FUCKING!!!1 LOUD!!!11!!

AT ALL HOURS OF THE DAY.

definitely blasts music first thing in the morning to get hype so be prepared for that.

y’all definitely have a designated day for movie nights and just overall vibing.

Often drags you to volleyball practise with him bc why not

both of y’all hate cleaning so it’s usually just a chaotic mess

but you both know where everything is so like whats the point in cleaning up???

can and will wake you up at random hours in the night

literally it will be 3am and he will come into your room and ask you the meaning of life or a cheesy pick up line he read on ifunny.

not even kidding.

sometimes you both end up crashing together bc you spend nearly all night playing video games and talking.

so again, expect random poking and prodding in the middle of the night for more nonsensical questions

when he sleeps though, he’s out like a LIGHT

homeboy fucking SNORES

SO. DAMN. LOUD

it’s actually really cute

rolling slumber

you get to see hair-down noya a lot and its *chef kiss*

will always cheer you up after a bad day and sometimes leaves little notes lying on the kitchen counter as motivation.

is your hype man for when your picking out outfits for the day or an important event/party.

actually has really good taste in fashion??? so you know you can always trust his input.

you mostly eat out or order in because neither of you can cook for shit.

the last time you both attempted the kitchen nearly went up in flames.

just kidding, it did.

never have you been so grateful for the invention of fire extinguishers.

some got in noya’s hair and it looked so scuffed lol.

Akaashi:

such a chill rooomate, my god.

you spend most evenings on the couch just watching shows or talking about your day, akaashi is a straight up vibe machine and his presence is v soothing.

a really good cook?? so it’s always a nice surprise when you come home and dinner is already made

remembers all your favourite foods and meals so if he senses you’re down he will make them for you.

fuckin angel bro I swear.

most of the time you just eat in comfortable silence or you’ll listen to akaashi talk about the team.

he’s usually your alarm clock since he wakes up around the same time as you and being the responsible boi he is always makes sure to wake you up too.

bless his soul

sometimes you’ll have little jam out sessions if one or both of you are feeling sad

instantly 1000x better

aside from being the occasional goof he’s honestly pretty quiet for the most part

sometimes you’ll forget he’s at home and just bust out the weirdest moves or start talking to yourself and he’ll walk in the room like ????? you good ?????

he’s caught you several times just narrating your inner monologue

definitely teases you about it

like he’ll just quote a random thing you had mumbled to yourself before just to see you squirm

low-key a little shit lmao

he is pretty tidy and has no problems cleaning up so the house is usually orderly and clean, you both take turns doing chores and pitch in to do your part

sometimes he’ll tease you if you forgot to do the dishes but then go and do them himself

so cute man ihefjwjkfkjef

sometimes y’all will clean together and just dance to music around the house while doing so

sometimes bokuto drops by and all calm atmosphere is instantly shattered but it’s okay bc he’s babi and you appreciate the hype atmosphere he brings.

well, maybe not akaashi bc he has to deal with it 24/7 but still

you and bokuto get on v well so he makes more frequent visits now and you three will go out to eat or just sit and watch volleyball tournaments on TV.

sometimes bokuto will make you both re watch their old matches, screaming “YOU SEE THAT AKAASHIIIIIII??!!11″

“yes bokuto-san.”

aside from that just an overall very chill household.

Oikawa:

such a little shit lmao

will wake you up by throwing a pillow at your head screaming “WAKE UP (Y/N)-CHAN!!!!!” at the top of his lungs

like tooru sis it’s 7am

Sometimes you’ll drop by practise in the evening to bring snacks and walk him home

he goes all soft and makes sure to be extra nice that night

y’all are hella close and tell each other EVERYTHING

Iwazumi appreciates you SO much bc ur able to tame Oikawa’s occasionally bratty and snarky attitude so it’s less work for him.

there’s a rumour you’re dating but neither of you have addressed it bc you both find it funny.

and idk maybe you are ??? not even you two know at this point

his fangirls get hella jealous whenever you show up lolololol.

oikawa can KIND of cook

and by kind of i mean just throw shit in the oven for like 30 min and bone apple teeth.

so you usually just go to restaurants or do basic cooking

it’s always hella fun cooking with oikawa

sometimes you’ll buy those ready-made kid baking sets to make some brownies with minimal effort

this bitch will always flick the fucking spoon at you

then SWIPE IT OFF UR CHEEK AND EAT IT

he always flashes his signature wink, sticking out his tongue.

you just sigh and hope he gets salmonella.

speaking of sickness, once oikawa got a cold

you stayed off the day to look after him and he was SO. FUCKIN. DEMANDING.

“(Y/N)-chaannn!!! make me porridge!”

“(y/N)-ChAAAaNn! can i have some medicine.”

“(YYYy/nNnNn)-ChAAAaaANNNn give me attention.”

ofc u gave it to him bc how can u say no

was actually very grateful and kind to you with zero bratty behaviour so u like sick oikawa.

his normal self too, but you’ll never tell him that.

Hinata:

LOUD????

not as bad as nishinoya, like he’ll have his quiet moments but still

VERY?? LOUD???

it’s hard to be in a bad mood around him honestly so you always look forward to going home and seeing his smiling face

sunshine™ here to brighten ur day

you’re usually the one that has to wake him up bc let’s face it he’s hopeless at being organised and getting up on time.

he was always used to Natsu waking him up so now you’re basically Natsu 2.0 in this regard.

you usually have to resort to shaking him vigorously for like 2 mins until he actually gets up.

once you deadass poured the water over his head that was sitting on his nightstand bc he refused to get up

needless to say he was far more willing after that

you 100% have karaoke sessions together in the morning and belt the lyrics out, attempting to sync but failing miserably.

maybe you’ll get a record deal one day who knows

Hinata can and will give you a hug and motivational speech before you walk out the door

you often have to fix his appearance before he leaves

his shirt is usually tucked in at a weird angle or hella crumpled

his hair too, like you’ll have to flatten down extra wild strands since he usually forgets to brush it before heading out the door

bitch gets toothpaste marks EVERYWHERE

like pretty much every place except his fuckin mouth lmao

you sometimes show up to practise to surprise him and he always gets extra hype after that since you offer to pay for food afterward.

y’all like taking late night walks in the park

boy gets scared easily though so prepare for him to leap in your arms like a scene from scooby-doo

definitely have a lot of late night convos, some really stupid and some surprisingly deep.

he’s actually a very thoughtful and layered person?? like under that chaotic and disorganised persona

don’t even get me started on cooking.

you REFUSE to let him anywhere near the kitchen

so you usually end up doing the food prep or again y’all just eat out

You both watch volleyball games on TV often and get HYPE AS HELL and yell at the TV vvv loud

once you actually received a noise complaint.

sometimes Kags will drop by because he left something at practise that Hinata had picked up for him.

you and Kags get on pretty well tbh like you both respect each other

he has no idea how you can live with Hinata and often refers to you as a saint

but who wouldn’t want to live with this bby ball of sunshine?

#hq #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #akaashi keiji #nishinoya yuu #hinata shoyo #oikawa toru #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines

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purocorde-archive · 2 years

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self knowledge questionnaire.

TENDERNESS,

you are not afraid of the sufferings and sorrows of other people, even when they are acted out in unappealing ways. beneath even defensiveness and self-righteous behaviour, you know that deep down people need nurturing and consolation. one danger is being naive about people’s dark sides. but at your best you know you can be mean yourself, which helps you to sympathise. you bring strength and forgiveness where other people might panic.

REVERENCE,

one part of you dreams of giving yourself up – perhaps just for a while – to a hero or mentor. in the right circumstances you can flourish by letting go of your ego. in your inner life, reverence plays out as a willing submission to your own conscience. in the outside world, you might get frustrated searching for something worth believing in – a country, a person, a company – but you will always be open to feeling respect, admiration and wonder.

INDEPENDENCE,

you don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. you are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. in sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. you know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

ANGER,

one part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage – and when anger is suppressed – bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. One way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. But you’re at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focused way, with honour.

EXHIBITIONISM,

There’s a strand in your nature which loves making an impression – perhaps with your clothes, or conversation, or in a self-revealing blog or a novel. You like to dramatise yourself, to pose as a unique, perhaps mysterious person, to joke or exaggerate your part in adventures. Though you might more than once have been called a show off, it is actually a generous tendency: you want to please and entertain others. It could be the start of good teaching and leadership.

ORDERLINESS,

you love it when everything is neat and tidy: when there is a proper way of doing things, and you can tick things off the to-do list and know where everything is. so others, at times, are to you unbearably sloppy and messy. and you run into things that can’t be ordered (a child, a partner, a colleague at work) which drives you slightly nuts. but your desire for order is a good one when it is focused where it is needed and when you’re okay with a bit of mess.

RESILIENCE,

you have a tendency, after a setback, to turn your emotions towards restriving. what attracts you is the idea of wiping out a humiliation by resumed action – overcoming weakness, repressing your fear. because part of your motive is pride, you can sometimes be unwilling to admit weakness or to receive aid. but at heart, your insistence on coming back and never folding has taught you a valuable pessimism: you know that important journeys are never easy.

TAGGED.�� my day and sunshine @carohlines TAGGING. @rv118 @iudicatus @hanayel @silvrdeath 💋

#dash games.#oh i Love this

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tangooftears · 3 years

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self knowledge questionnaire

So uh... it was supposed to just choose three, huh?

tenderness

You are not afraid of the sufferings and sorrows of other people, even when they are acted out in unappealing ways. Beneath even defensiveness and self-righteous behaviour, you know that deep down people need nurturing and consolation. One danger is being naive about people’s dark sides. But at your best you know you can be mean yourself, which helps you to sympathise. You bring strength and forgiveness where other people might panic.

rationality

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesise and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

independence

shyness

exhibitionism

orderliness

#cloud blogs #quizzes #about cloud

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Rules Of One’s Soul Ch8 Realizing Feelings P4

Trigger WARNING: Rouxls is going to have a miniture panic/anxiety attack in this chapter. Mak belongs to @coffincrawler

What soon followed after that was actually a dreamless slumber for once which was a surprise in of itself. Usually they were full of danger or Lancer's past shennnanigans, but oddly enough he didn't remember anything past falling upon the bed and giving a few coughs from the dust before he blacked out into dreamland. But when he woke up, he didn't have the usual dread or happy feelings from the past night. Though he was still pretty tired, and from the light noise outside, the rain had let up quite a bit. The bed was pretty soft and warm so he was tempted to fall back to sleep, but the soft coughing from the dust annoyed him enough to groan and sit up. His tired eyes blinked and after a while he managed to see past the usual darkness of his home. Pretty quiet since Jevil decided not to disturb his sleep this time. Well, no time for thinking about that now, Lancer would be waiting for-

.....Oh. Right. Jevil's little mind games tricked Lancer into ordering him on paid leave. Which banned him from the castle for the amount of time the king dubbed. Which happened to be a little over a week. He groaned again and reached his hand up to wipe at his face. Looks like he'd have to find something else to occupy himself today.

He threw off the blanket which also tossed up another cloud of dust and made him go into another coughing fit, waving his hands in front of his face. Whelp! He guess he found what he was going to end up doing all day today. Groaning, he tossed his legs over the side of the bed with a few last coughs and pushed himself off said bed, stretching out his back. It was going to be a long day regardless.

He found the cleaning supplies under the bathroom sink where'd he thought they'd be, and (after the usual morning hygiene) got to work on the two rooms and store front on hand. Dust. It was all mostly dust that covered everything, but there was also leaves, footprints, random items, half eaten dark candy, and random dirt and sticks all over the store front which made it the most dirty. So the living courters being less filthy would take less time to clean, so he began on those first. He sorta lost count of time around after he was done scrubbing the ceiling with a spare broom. His eyes watered and his lungs burnt from the amount of dust there was lying around. His brain was a bit fuzzed over with the sudden urge to clean up the very disgusting shop. No surface was literally left unscrubbed to the worm's disposal. Walls, ceilings, furniture, closets, doors...Clean freak to a whole new level. But it helped to pass the time to the worm and would temporarily dowse his worries for Lancer. So imagine anyone's surprise when the door his shop opened and the tiny bell above the door-

"DON'T COMETH IN!" The worm shouted from his position on the floor, on hands and knees. Whoever it was he could hear shuffle awkwardly on the outside of the door, just a couple inches from the actual shop floor. "Can't thou seest that the sign sayeth I amst closed for thine day?" He mumbled something to himself before dunking the scrub brush back into the bucket of soapy water before pushing it back down to the floor and began to forcibly forcing it back and forth against the unscrubbed parts of the store front. "I amst busy for the day and I shan't have time for thou's antics. If thou wishes to see to me about any problems with the king or guards, then I can't help thee until much later."

There was a small amount of silence as the newcomer watched as the duke continued to clean what was left of the floors before the worm broke it.

"Thou needs to leave before the winds blows anything into mine shop or thou dirty's thine floor anyway-"

"Ahahaha. Well, it's also a coincidence I'm also closed then. Eh, Duke?"

The worm stopped what he was doing and immediately looked over his shoulder. Right in the doorway was the giant cat he had previously seen around. Seam had to duck his head down a little bit to fit in the small doorway and gave an amused look down at the duke cleaning on the floor.

"And I'm afraid I don't seek any company with the kings.

"Then what art thou doing here?...Nevermind. Don't ruineth mine hard work." He went back to his scrubbing and gave a frown when he heard the old cat chuckle again.

Seam wouldn't lie, he wasn't expecting to walk into a spring clean up, but the worm's work was impressive by the way the place shined and how everything was carefully organized, anyone could've sworn the place was brand new. He guessed he should've expected some cleaning when he saw the two full trash bins outside the door, but he didn't expect to see Rouxls in this state. On hands and knees, hair in a messy bun with strands hanging around his face, and wearing something that wasn't a fancy suit. The sight made him chuckle again making the worm mumble again.

''I thought it was a bit wrong of me to take some of your wares, and since I needed to get some supplies of my own today, I thought it'd be only fair if I got some for you as well." His eye panned over to the makeshift clothes lines across the walls and into the next room with the many sheets and clothes hanging from them and hummed. "I see you thought of everything."

"I nay like a filthy home. I preferest to keepeth things in an orderly fashion. I know where everything is and control of mine space at all times.''

Seam hummed again and continued to watch the duke work for a little longer. "....How long have you been working?"

"Since I awoke hours ago-"

"Hours ago?...It's about eleven in the morning." That comment made the worm pause and look over his shoulder at the now confused looking cat. "My friend. Either you had woken up mighty early or managed to get hours of work done with just a short amount of time."

"I-....I'm used to getting things done when they needst to be. Mine king demanded it-"

"I'm pretty sure Lancer isn't one to demand a lot often." Rouxls said nothing but went back to the floor he was working on. Seam gave another hum and looked around the store front a bit more. "....I have to admit, you did a pretty impressive job for just a couple of hours. Could use that kind of energy for my sheap."

"Well, thou should put more work into thine home and appearance if thou wishes to accomplish anything."

"Have you even eaten today?"

"No." At the mention of food, his stomach growled making him wince.

"Why don't you take a break? I left that cake in the cubord over there. A little unhealthy for breakfast, but I don't think there's anything else to eat in here from what's been taking and all."

"Nay! I'm far from done." The duke finally scrubbed the last of the floor ear a corner in the far side of the room and sighed, leaning off his hands and onto his knees. Stretching his back out before turning to Seam.

"How much could possibly be left? It looks like you went crazy with a broom in here." He gestured one of his paws to the practically sparkling space.

"Worm! I obviously have thine shoppe window to taketh care off ....and thine locks to fix to keepest pests out." He mumbled that last part to himself but Seam's sensative ears caught it just like everything else. "And the very fact mine supplies art dangerously scarce is cause for concern."

His stomach gave off another growl and he growled at it. Dropping the scrub brush back into the bucket with a small splash and standing back up onto his bare feet. He bent back down to grab said bucket and walked across the shop entrance towards the room entrance behind the counter. Seam gave a smile and watched as the worm disappeared into the back. The sight amused him more than anything really. And so, he dared to step into the worm's forbidden cleanliness. Surprisingly most of the floor was already dry so he didn't have to worry about slipping or leaving watery footprints. He was never fond of water anyways. He placed the over sized bag in his hands on top of the counter and tilted his head to the side to face the entrance to await the return of Rouxls. Seam didn't have to wait long before the duke finally came back, wearing another fancy suit none the less. Rouxls froze upon seeing the cat by the counter and Seam chuckled at the expression on his face.

"This part of the floor is dry already," he said before he could start on a rant and pointed to the floor.

Rouxls scowled. "I still didn't say to cometh in!"

"You said without supervision. You're still here as far as I can tell." Rouxls sputtered making him chuckle again.

To change the subject Rouxls pointed at the bag and asked, "And what didst thou put in there?"

"Oh, this?" He patted the bag. "A lot of dark candy sprouted this season and like I said, I've already taken my fill of them. I did say I had brought you some after I took some of yours."

"What's inside?"

"Eh..Mostly dark candy and tea leaves, but I did bring back the books and spare blanket I borrowed."

"You mean stole."

"I do remember you saying you didn't care about what I took that night we met. Implying you technically give me permission to have it."

"You- I-....I didn't mean-.." The cat simply smiled at the sputtering duke as his face turned a dark blue out of embarrassment or anger until he turned away in a huff making him chuckle again. His sputtering was quite amusing. "W-Well....I appreciate thou's generous return of mine objects, but I still have duties to attendeth too."

"Oh? But aren't you on paid leave? I'm pretty sure that's what I've been told."

Rouxls shot him a suspicious look. "..And where didst thou heareth that?"

"Jevil told me last night."

Upon hearing the imp's name, Rouxls grimaced. "I should've known. *sigh*.....Where is he anyhow?" He peered back over towards the door as if to look for said gremlin, and also noticed it had stopped raining.

"He left for work. He works for Lancer now I believe, and won't be back for another good few hours. Don't worry, he promised to look after the boy."

Rouxls huffed. "That'll be the day. I thank thee for the returned wares, but you must leave. I'm very busy as it is."

Seam chuckled again. "Oh, come now. What's the point of vacation if you don't relax? Or not. Doesn't involve me now does it? Ahaha." Rouxls huffed and turned away again. But he paused when a paw was held out to him. "Now come friend. I mean no ill will. Let us start over."

Rouxls stared at the smiling cat for a good few seconds before slowly looking down at the extended paw. It didn't look like it was threatening in the slightest position, but he wasn't sure at all. Seam stayed still and just as he was about to put his paw away, the blue man slowly reached his own hand out to the paw. Seam gladly took it in his own and gave it a couple shakes.

"Ahaha. It's nice to meet you fri-"

Rouxls let out a squeak as a pulsation ripped through their bodies and simaltaniously pulled his hand away from the equally startled cat, who's fur puffed up and his eye widened at the sudden feeling. Rouxls's soul thumped hard against his chest to the point he thought it was going to burst from his chest, then as suddenly as it came it left and his soul slowed down and his lungs heaved out. The two just stood there as the effects wore off and slowly looked at each other. Seam was the first to move as he slowly looked down at his paw, his button eye spinning. He stared at his paw for a moment before closing it and giving Rouxls a wide eyes look.

Rouxls gave a small cough as he reached up to straighten the hair poking up on his head. "S-Stupid static cling. I must've forgotten some dust rabbicks on mine person. Art thou-"

"I-.....Didn't think I'd live to see this event....Aheh..ahahaha." He slowly trailed his eye back at the confused man in front of him with an unsure smile upon his face. "Well....This is interesting news to be sure."

Rouxls rose a brow. "What does thou meaneth? A shock of static tis nay new. Though I nay felt one this powerful-"

"Jevil is in for a surprise it seems." He chuckled a little more much to the confusion of Rouxls who rose his brow further. "He certainly won't appreciate having his soulmate's soul atatched to my own."

Rouxls just stared blankly at the cat, but when he reached his paw back out and grabbed his shoulder,he was just about to ask what he was doing when a thump from within his chest shut up any thing he would've said. He stared at nothing for a moment but blinked and looked down at his own chest. Underneath his suit he could faintly make out a soft blue light that softly pulsated within his chest, sending small pulse waves throughout his being. He slowly looked back to Seam who gave the same patient smile on his face.....A light coming from his own chest.

"I think things are going to be a bit hard to explain when Jevil returns. Ahahaha." Seam contined to give the frozen duke a smile, but his smile faded when he felt Rouxls slightly shake under his grip, "Hey. Are you alright there?"

Rouxls didn't answer. Instead his face turned a pale blue like he'd just seen a ghost, his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. His body went limp and he fell to the side. The last thing he saw was Seam diving hard left towards his falling body as black enveloped his vision.

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"His hair is so shiny! Can I keep it?"

"No, Mak. I think he's had enough to worry about right now."

"Is he going to be ok? He looks dead. Can I have his shiny neckless if he's dead?"

"*sigh* No, Mak. That's his, and I think he's been through enough stress for the past few da- What are you doing?!"

"Trying to put this bandaid on his face? It looks like he fell on a sharp rock."

"That's a scar! The Healing Hathy already comfirmed that when I took him to see her."

.....What the-?

He groaned and turned his head. The first thing he felt was a soft but scratchy surface hugging his entire body and some kind of force on his chest making him heave a little from the weight.

"Look. He's not dead!....Unless he's undead! Should we get silver bullets?"

"You've been reading lightner stories too much. Now off of him."

He felt the weight lifted from his chest and groaned, his body shifting. His body wasn't in any pain thankfully but he strangely felt less tired than before he woke up before....In fact, he was starting to think that was all a dream. Of course Jevil had sat upon his chest and the two had invited themselves in. Again. But he didn't remember his bed being scratchy? His eyes slowly blinked open. The first he saw were two giant eyes who blinked at him and a black nose that sniffed at his face- He screamed a high pitched squeal which startled the furry thing into jumping back before baring it's fangs at him and giving a small hiss of their own. That thing definitely wasn't Jevil. He shot up and backed away from crazy animal against the soft surface.

"WHAT THY FUCKETH?!"

"MAK!" Their heads turned to a very familiar cat as he scowled at the animal. "Don't scare him. What are you doing, trying to give him a soul attack?"

The animal pointed a paw at him. "He started it!"

Seam sighed before turning towards Rouxls with a softer smile. "Hey, there friend. Are you feeling better?"

Rouxls turned his gaze around the area he was in with a wild look. Stone walls and ceilings held similar things to his bedroom....minus the fireplace to his right and the old looking couch he was apparently sitting upon. His soul still thumped within his chest

"...W-Where-?"

"You're in my sheap." The cat smiled at him from across the couch. "You're alright."

"W-What...What happened?"

"You just fainted. I had you checked out by a healer, she said you'd be fine. I was worried you had a soul attack or something."

"I-I..I may not be in the best condition, b-but I shan't have any medical issues of that sort!," he retorted before finally looking at the animal thing. The small thing was looking up at him and blinked a couple times. It looked a lot like a cat if it wasn't for the shape of it's tail and the wings attatched to it's back. He stared at it for a few seconds before pointing, "And what tis this?"

"Oh?" Seam turned to the child and patted the top of it's head. "This is Mak. They're harmless, don't worry. But they should really not scare guests." The child giggled and just shrugged before looking back at Rouxls.

"You're really shiny! Came I have some of your sparkles?" Their paw delicately reached up to him and made a grabby hand movement at his face, like how Lancer would whenever he wanted attention or to be picked up.

Rouxls grimaced and leaned away. He might've thought it was cute if this wild child hadn't scared him half to dust. Seam must've noticed because he gently removed their hand with a chuckle.

"They like shiny things. But they're a good child I promise."

Rouxls didn't look convinced. "How long was I asleep?"

"Almost three hours. Not very long to be honest. Are you feeling better?"

"I-....I'm fine." He quickly threw his legs over the side of the couch and stood up. he wobbled a little bit from his legs feeling like jello, Seam reached out a hand as to help, but Rouxls waved his hand away and reached down to straighten himself up. "I just....I think tis best I teketh mine leave-"

"I don't think that'd be a good idea." Seam gave him a concerned look. "After fainting like that, you're probably going to be weak for a bit. What if you fall again?"

"N-Nay! I haveth non time to delay! I-I'm feeling fine-" His stomach gave off another loud growl and he winced from the empty feeling coursing through his body at that very moment. "....I'm still fine."

"I think you need to sit down and rest a moment before you faint again of exhaustion. You seem to have a bad habit of pushing yourself, friend."

"HA! Likest thou couldst do anything to makest me do anything!"

A small silence.

"...Ahaha. Are you sure about that?"

"Of course I am! I have more authority than thoust could comprehend." He turned to the side. "I will taketh mine leave now!"

"Alright. I was really hoping I wouldn't have to use force."

"What doth thou-"

He squealed as a large paw grabbed the backside of his shirt and lifted him up from the floor. He heard a familiar chuckle and turned his face to the amused looking cat. He immediately went dark blue in the face and reached his hands up to try and grabbed at the large paw holding him up to no avail, his feet comically kicking at nothing in particular.

"L-L-Leteth me go this instant!," he squeaked out making Seam chuckle, "Tis NAY funny!"

"My, my. You certainly are a feisty one, aren't you?" He gently swung the flailing and squeaking duke over the coffee table and closer to his soft body. Using his other hand, he grabbed one of Rouxls's legs before hoisting him up.

Rouxls made angry sputtering noises as he was forced into being held in the bridal position of the larger cat. His face went completely white from sheer embarrassment and Seam chuckled again at his flustered state. He continued to kick out and try to pry the strong paws off of himself as Seam shuffled behind the coffee table and eventually took a seat onto the couch. Rouxls made an attempt to push himself off his lap as he sat down but unfortunately Seam's way of cradling him like a child prevented any escape. He felt his side be pressed further into the soft, warm body of the stuffed cat as he leaned back, sighing into the softness of the couch. He froze up for a few seconds, soul thumping, and face as pale blue as a frozen blueberry.

"W-What doth though t-thinketh you're doing?!," he managed to squeak out.

Seam let out a couple laughs before patting Rouxls's back. "Well, you did leave me with no choice. I could get into trouble if you ended up passing out from exhaustion or starvation. And I wouldn't be a good person, would I?"

"W-What happened to it being 'none of thou's business'?!"

"When the person who's business involves me directly of course. And you did faint because of the whole soul sparking thing-"

"THAT WASN'T A DREAM?!"

Seam laughed again as Rouxls gave a high whine of flustered feelings. "'Fraid not."

"H-Holy hell!.....Oh no..." His eyes shrunk in size as one thought shot through his head. Swirling pink heart attacks shooting behind his retnas. ".....It's going to kill me....IT'S GOING TO KILL ME!! I AMST GOING TO DIE WHEN HE FINDS OUT!!"

The sudden change in tone from flustered and angry to utterly terrified alerted the two to his sudden fear. The two animals exchanged a look before looking back to the duke who had launched his hands up to clutch at his head and his body shrinking down into Seam's soft body. Seam reached a paw to his back and gave him an unsure pat before asking-

"Who's going to harm you-?"

"T-That.....H-He-"

"You mean Jevil?"

Rouxls winced when he said the imp's name, confirming Seam's thoughts. He hummed before looking towards the small child who looked more confused than concerned. "....What's he talking about?"

"He's just scared of something....Uh- Why don't you get him something to eat?...That's actually edible."

"Oh. Alright."

The small bat thing turned around and scampered it's way out of the room towards the store front, leaving the too males. Alone. Seam stayed quiet and just silently rubbed the other man's back until his breathing and soul thumping reduced to a minimum. They sat in a few minutes in total silence before the dared to ask-

"Are you ok now?," his voice was like a parent talking to a scared child. Rouxls nodded. Seam hesitated. "Do you...think you can talk?" He nodded again. "Ok..Good, good....Do you...think you can tell me why you're scared of him?"

Silence.

"....Ok. Do you want to talk about it?"

"....I a-amst not...scared of him."

Seam had to take a moment to process what Rouxls had just said for a moment. But he blinked in confusion. "Why then..do you think he would harm you?"

Silence.

".....n-not him....s-stupid emotions.."

".....You're afraid of your emotions?" His silence answered his question.

They sat there in silence for a moment, as Seam seemed to piece together something in his head. Taking it slower, weird behavior, all the statue imitations, fainting......Good god what happened to end up like this?

"....I...w-will best al-...alright."

His sudden answer spooked Seam a bit, but the cat stayed calm for his sake and continued to rub his back. "Are you sure? If...If you need me to talk to Jevil, I most certainly will."

Rouxls was silent for a moment. "...No...My p-person...M-Mine rules...I've suffered worst."

Seam wasn't honestly sure how to feel about this whole situation, but decided it was best to roll with it for the moment. Patting Rouxls back and doing his best to comfort him. He sorta suspected Jevil knowing some of this problem now that he thought of the story he told him about yesterday's events with him getting that 'relaxing' leave, but he couldn't be sure just yet. He'd have to wait until he came back to ask anything.

#Seaxls #Seamkaard #rouxlvil #rouxvil #Nosuit #jevil x rouxls #jevil x seam #jeam #seavil #Deltarune #rouxls kaard #Seam #jevil #Seam x Rouxls #seam x jevil

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