#“I love you and want to give you blankets and therapy and hot chocolate.”

[abhainnwhump]

#looking at you dreamtale twins #whump #whumpblr #whump tropes #whump memes #whump meme #whump humor #whump fanfiction #“I love you and want to give you blankets and therapy and hot chocolate.” #“. . . and I want to see you chained to a wall getting carved into and screaming.”

[genshin-impact-unofficial]

Hi! I love the way you write Itto :). Could you please write a fluff scenario of Itto x gn!reader spending Christmas together? 🎄

Ahhhhh! That himbo is my FAVORITE to write. He is so unserious and thinking about him my therapy at this point. MERRY CHRISTMAS and thanks for the request!

Jingle All The Way!

Itto Christmas shenanigans.

Tags: Itto x GN!reader, Silly, Can be read as Established Relationship or not, Fluff, Kisses, Comedy, AU where Teyvat has a Chrismas.

As soon as December hits, something just overcomes Itto.

The man is gonna deck the halls so hard that even Santa will shed a single manly tear. There's no escaping the festivities, especially since you're his partner in crime this year.

It's like a damn speedrun. Cozy sweaters, CHECK. Decorations, CHECK. Egg, NOGGED. Hot Chocolate, GUZZLED. Carols, BELTED. Gingerbread house, DESTROYED.

By the time Christmas rolls around you are beat. At this point the holiday spirit is running through your veins. But at the end of the day, seeing the joy that it brings to the goofy oaf next to you makes it almost worth it.... almost.

"Alright! Next up is the ultimate snowball battle for the ages! Then we gotta- " Your hand quickly covered the oni's mouth, preventing him from saying another word.

"Hold up, I thought we did those things already?" You questioned while raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Yeah, but today's Christmas." Itto explained. "It's the big day so we gotta go out with a bang! All the greatest hits in one epic marathon!" He looked so rearing to go that you could almost get swept up in his boundless determination. Your aching muscles reminded you that you COULD NOT take another day running around Inazuma yelling out Christmas carols and double fisting hot coco.

"You want a finale? Alright then, how about a new exciting experience?" You stepped up, hoping Itto would take the bait. He looked at you as though he was mulling it over, gears cranking in his head.

"Oh yeah? Then whats this grand finale of yours? It's a pretty big order to top my masterfully crafted Christmas extravaganza." Itto challenged meanwhile looking quite proud of himself.

"Well you're just going to have to trust me and see." You taunted, knowing full well that the oni's curiosity would get the better of him. So when you grabbed your coat and headed out, it wasn't a question whether the other was following.

Itto tried his best to remain aloof but you could feel anticipation radiating off the boy. You had to make sure not to skimp him on all the experiences that the holidays had to offer. But before you arrived, you instructed the tall man cover his eyes and led him to stand exactly where you wanted him.

"Alight, open!" You smiled as the hand covering Itto's eyes swung away in excitement. He eagerly looked around and took in the beautiful surroundings. The bustling city really was a sight to behold. From the top tier of stairs you could see the lights that twinkled on every store front and white fluffy snow blanket every surface. Intricate decorations were strung across the main road while last minute shoppers scurried on below it. Laughter, music, and wishes of good faith fill the air.

"I gotta give you, this is a great view, buuuuut....." Itto wore a victorious smile. "I can't say it's a new mind blowing experience. I know it's hard to believe that the great leader of the Arataki gang has done it all but-"

"Ah ah ah, the view wasn't the finale." You interrupted, taking an extra step so you were almost eye level with the large man. You pointed upward to guide Itto's gaze. Affixed to the red arch above you was a dainty mistletoe. The oni's crimson eyes locked onto the small plant while his jaw hung slightly jar. The light pink on his cheeks from the nipping cold quickly began to spread and deepen.

"I - ahhhh HAHAH. I mean I CaN- Do you uh?" Itto's words fumbled from his mouth in half formed thoughts. His wide eyes darted back and forth from you to the mistletoe. You chuckled and although you enjoyed the antics of the flustered boy, you were merciful enough to not let him flounder for too long. It was the holidays after all.

"Merry Christmas Itto." You whisper to him while using your newly gained height to lessen the distance. Your hands gripped onto the front of his ugly sweater to pull him closer until lips met. Itto's arms were quick to envelope you into a warm embrace which was nice in contrast to the chilling temperature.

It wasn't long before you were overtaken, Itto held you even closer and his lips lingered on yours. You broke, leaning back in his arms to breath and then giggle when the oni simply opted to start peppering kisses all over your face. Itto pulled back to look at you, his dopey grin held so much affection that you could practically feel your heart melting away in your chest. Okay, maybe putting up with the oni's crazy agenda was worth it..... sometimes.

<A/N: I am sorry if this seems a little rushed. (please excuse any mistakes) I thought I'd have more time and wanted to get this out before Christmas lol. I LOVE ITTO SO MUCH OK.>

#genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #itto x reader #arataki itto #genshin itto #oneshot #drabble

[chrisbitchtree]

When Billy’s first recovering, he absolutely refuses to go to therapy, no matter how much Steve and Max beg him. When he finally makes the choice to go, Steve decides it’s something worth celebrating.

Every week, when he picks Billy up at the therapists office after his appointment, Steve brings him a treat. It might be something small like a slice of pizza or a hot chocolate, or something bigger, like a warm throw blanket or a new earring. It’s their little thing, and it’s something they look forward to every week.

Until the week Steve forgets. He has every Wednesday afternoon off so he can drive Billy to and from his appointment. While Billy’s in his appointment, Steve shops for his gifts. This Wednesday, Keith is sick and asks Steve to stay a bit late, until Robin gets in.

No big deal, Billy tells him when Steve calls to tell him he can pick him up but he can’t drop him off. He can take the bus.

At 3pm sharp, Steve’s outside the therapists office, love in his heart and hearts in his eyes as he watches Billy exit the building, a small smile on his face, the afternoon sun catching the gold in his hair and magnifying it.

As Billy’s about to open the door, Steve grows sick with the sudden realization that he’s empty handed. “I’m so sorry,” he says, instead of hello. “I’m such a shitty boyfriend. I forgot to buy you something. Fuck. We can go right now. What do you want? Anything. We’ll go get it right now. I just want you to know how much I love and support you.” He’s rambling and he knows it, but he can’t stop. He feels terrible.

“It’s ok, Steve,” Billy says, softly, soothingly, placing his hand over Steve’s. “I don’t need a treat. They’re appreciated, but I’m not a little kid. It’s alright.”

He brings their joined hands to his lips, kissing the back of Steve’s hand. “And besides, forgetting all the big and little things you do for me every single day, how you’re acting right now shows me how much you care. If you think I’m going to doubt it because you didn’t bring me a donut, you’re nuts, pretty boy. Let’s go home so I can show you how much I love you.”

Steve gives Billy a watery smile, squeezing his hand as he takes a deep, calming breath. They’re going to be ok.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #chrisbitchtree writes

[mc-i-r]

Hihihihihi so I just finished part one of disposable heroes and I am going to mcfreaking lose it. I cried on three separate occasions. I have never related to Steve more, I just want wrap him in a blanket and give him hot chocolate like baby boy, it's okay, we're gonna get you a goddamn therapist. I love him. You also got Joyce's voice just... So perfect. I could hear every one of her lines in my head. Like you got all their voices right, it's fantastic, but Joyce is just very distinctive and you did such a good job with her.

Was also wondering if you could add me to the tag list please? I'm so excited for part two when you're ready, in the meantime I'm gonna wrap my SELF in a blanket for a bit.

Hi!! Thank you so much for reading Heroes and I'm glad you're enjoying it so far!

Stevie boy is going to have some therapy time with Robin so don't worry about that ;)

Joyce was a character I really aimed to get right for this. I wanted her to give off that motherly love and affection that we see in the show towards her boys and give some of it to Steve because he reeeaaally needs it.

I can absolutely add you to the tag list! Thank you for your ask!

#mal answers #disposable heroes

[prof-polaris]

[ic dm from a burner account]

My name is Nil.

Beedrill will know me by the name Mouse Fauna.

I can give you whatever you want- money, pokemon, free labor - Just - please don't hurt them.

I - have been watching your sons account for awhile- beedrill doesn't speak like that, I've seen him happy - he's not happy- i can't tell if he's safe. I know you're planning on adopting that beartic.

I fear for them.

... Can I please have a photo of bird- again I can pay- she was around 4 months old when I left. Beedrill too- He doesn't sound alive like he used to be - is he alive...?

Please just keep them safe.

-Nil

[ic dm]

....Well clearly you have not been around this account for very long, because I would never. Hurt Beedrill or Bird. I care for them as if they were my own.

I don't want money, or pokemon, or free labor, Arceus above. They're good kids, and I'm taking care of them.

You're right, Beedrill isn't happy. He's having a very hard time right now. He lost his partner porygon to the Team Fauna portal and has no way of getting him back whole, and it brings him a lot of pain. I've been doing my best to help and support him, but there is only so much I can do.

And for Arc's sake, I'm not adopting the beartic, I'm readying the beartic for adoption. I would not adopt a pokemon that would make my children feel scared or unsafe. Unless Beedrill gives express consent and I am sure it is not because he feels pressured, that beartic is not entering my home.

You do not need to pay me, or do anything else. Here are photos of Bird. She's growing up to be a very sweet young lady, and she loves bug types and sweets with apple and cinnamon.

[A few photos are attached, Bird having hot chocolate in a little blanket nest during a movie night, Bird cuddling with her new Sewaddle, Bird giving a Galvantula a treat, and Bird with a Larvesta sleeping in her lap while she tries to hold still but is clearly excited.]

I. Only have one photo of Beedrill. He does a lot of sleeping in his room and ignoring me which is fine. Teenagers will be teenagers. I want him to go to therapy, but he is an adult so I cannot make that decision for him.

[A photo is attached. An appletun is hounding Beedrill for treats. He looks unamused.]

You know... You could always come and see them? It doesn't have to be at my house if that makes you uncomfortable, there are a few local parks. I'm more than willing if it gives you some peace of mind that they are being taken care of.

#Nil :) #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokeblr

[madelineserenity]

Reaper Nurse Christmas Prompt Countdown | Day 4: Movies

This one is unclear on the reader's relationship to the nurses and can be interpreted however you'd like. As Christmas is a time for family, I'll be writing some with a child, girlfriend/wife/fiancée, etc. reader. It's also in dot points because this one is headcanons, not an entire fic. Also because this is a headcanon one, it's exempt from having to use periods at the ends of the headcanons because fuck social and fanfic norms

• home alone home alone home alone home alone home alone home alone home alone home alone home alone home alone home alone home alone home alone home alone home alone home alone home-

• It's just a tradition at this point

• You always cover your eyes and ask one of the nurses to cover your ears when Marv steps on the nail

• There is no Christmas at the hospital without Home Alone

• The second one is optional but recommended, the first one is a necessity

• You watch them in the Therapy Centre, projecting it on one of the walls and using speakers so Matron can watch too

• The nurses always bring 4 or 5 different flavours of popcorn (this year, plain salted, sweet and salty, buttery, caramel and cheddar)

• They just can't keep up with which flavour is your favourite

• They always have a mix of plain salted and caramel popcorn in the red-striped cardboard containers, every now and then you'll find a wrapped hard butterscotch candy in there, and there's always a candy cane at the top

• Hot chocolate hot chocolate hot chocolate-

• Caroline has 100% tried to snort the hot chocolate powder in the past to be funny, and had to leave, coughing, sputtering, and with her bleeding nose staining her bag

• It dampened your mood for a little while, but the Matron and the remaining nurses were able to cheer you up

• You'd forgotten about it the second they unpaused the movie

• It's a funny story now and sometimes you tell it to the guests (who think it's hilarious) if Caroline pranks you or if you're just feeling like being an asshole

• Warm fuzzy blankets. They smell fresh and clean, slightly floral, even, as if just out of the wash. It's a very comforting smell. They also feel like they've just been taken out of the dryer, warm and fuzzy as a Pomeranian and as soft as butterfly silk

• The whole place smells like salted butter and hot chocolate

• Matron has a bowl on her desk, every now and then you stand up, pick things from the designated "snack table", gesture for her to hold the bowl down to your level and put them in the bowl. You have to make 2-3 more trips back and forth from the table to give her a decent amount of snacks because of the size difference

• She got the bowl because you kept doing this every time you guys watched movies. She used to have her own bag of snacks but you kept forgetting about it, also you wanted to involve her in the food and fun bc she loves you too, not just the nurses

• Want to make her really happy? Bring her chocolate-covered pretzels

• If you do she'll pick you up (carefully) and hug you to her chest for a few moments, before popping you back down so you can go back to your bean bag

• I didn't already mention the bean bags? Fuck you yes I di-

• Some of you sit on bean bags. Yours is white faux fur and very cosy. It's also very big so you can have a proper nap in it, not just sit on it

• Caroline (excepting the time of The Hot Chocolate Incident™️, in which she just wasn't present) sits on a rocking stool because she's too hyper to sit still.

• Most of the nurses sit on two couches, however. One is a navy-but-not-too-navy blue that's starting to fade after all the years of the Home Alone tradition. The other is a college plastic beer pong cup red.

Imagine it like this:

stfu drawing on microsoft word with a trackpad is hard

• You'll watch movies from 7pm until 5am, when everyone is too tired to get up to change the disc or pick up the remote

• The only non-Christmas Matron will allow on Christmas Movie Night are the Austin Powers movies. They're too funny to not watch

• You and Caroline quote them all the time, even in front of Malak

• i can see this going two ways:

1, Malak doesn't understand them and just ignores the references, or gets pissed off that you're interrupting him if you're in a meeting.

2, Someone's showed it to him

and it can only be you, Caroline, Lucky or Mama Bear (everyone else is too pussy) (also Mama Bear definitely watches Austin Powers after her babies go to sleep)

in which, he'll either finish the quote, chuckle at it, or get pissed off, if you're in a meeting or if Agatha is nearby. (Obviously, if the quote is inappropriate regardless of whether or not you get it, he'll get angry if you say it near Agatha, but if it's not, he'll just brush it off as a reference he doesn't get)

• Everyone sleeps in the next day

• It fucks up your sleep schedule so badly it's only back to normal by the next movie night.

#dont do what caroline did folks #it increases your chances for lung cancer by like #a lot #dark deception #reaper nurses #reaper nurse #torment therapy #headcanon #x reader #christmas #xmas #daily prompt #i have pomeranians and they really do feel like fuzzy blankets #they certainly dont smell clean though #their paws smell like popcorn sometimes though #which is ok #its a normal smell because of normal bacteria in their feet #just kissed her #she does indeed smell like popcorn right now #reading over this im dumb #should've included another warning #obviously snorting powder can cause choking and suffocation #not just lung cancer #dont do it

[fcrgivemefather]

PROS / CONS OF DATING MY MUSE

name: damien species: human, vampire sexuality: gay

PROS:

this guy. oh man. he’s just the sweetest little guy. he will love you and dote on you but not in a clingy way! he’s just thankful for you and wants to do what he can to make the lives of those he cares about easy and happy.

his smile... like a cup of hot chocolate in front of a fireplace, snug under a blanket on a quiet snowy evening.

speaking of blankets: his embrace. no, not the vampire kind. the holding kind. oh man, he gives some good hugs. shame he doesn’t get many as he deserves em - you’ll fix that, right?

he has a tendency to record his thoughts in his notebooks - sometimes as words, sometimes as sketches. you can absolutely bet he’s sketched you at least one time, perhaps when you were gazing at the stars, the only star he saw being in front of him. 

did you know this man can garden? hell yeah he can! he has a few fruit trees, vegetables, and flowers growing around his haven. watch him show you his flowers, and make them more beautiful by placing them in your hair.

in peaceful, spare moments, he has a tendency to hop on the piano and play. he’ll either improv or play some gentle melodies. if you can nudge him past the shyness, he might even sing; request some abba or maybe elton john and you’ll witness that winning smile for sure.  

his touch is gentle, and despite his condition, he makes sure it stays warm. this man loves touching. gentle caresses of your face, entwining your fingers, tracing the lines in your back...

and yes, this extends into intercourse. if you make it that far, then know he is dedicated to you. he wants to explore you, worship you, devour you. all he wants is for you to understand - to feel - his devotion. there is no better way for him to finish than to put you into a state of utter bliss. he is a priest, after all - it’s his job to have you praying to god, and he’s damn good at it.

HOWEVER. if what would get YOU there is him melting in a puddle... honey, hes your pathetic little meow meow. he’ll show you how to pray.

CONS:

okay im gonna get the obvious outta the way. do i gotta say it? the reflection. that’s a whole list of its own bs.

this man needs therapy. like. big time. he is constantly teetering on the edge of mental collapse and honestly its amazing how he’s kept his grip this long

if you look up the definition of guilt ridden, there’s a picture of damien. buddy can’t catch a break.

he is constantly starving himself, so he is in constant pain. he may find it very hard to be around you at times, and if you try to force your company - even if it is to help - he will freak out and potentially accidentally hurt you in an attempt to stay away.

he tends to lock his worries and concerns away, believing them to be his burden to suffer alone. it is very hard to get him to open up, even to those closest. there’s a good chance this may cause occasional strains on the relationship.

sometimes, this dude ends up getting caught up in some very, very dangerous situations - malicious spirits, rabid creatures, vindictive hunters. he could disappear for a while and come back, bloody and bruised. who knows when he won’t. most worryingly, he doesn’t seem to concerned.

no day time dates. :(

#dash games. #//this is a very important post.

[pilothusband]

10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags.

thanks for tagging me @wyn-n-tonic​ i love you.

1. faramir | lord of the rings: faramir my beloved. he’s so loyal, so steadfast and brave. he’s just trying to do the right thing for his people and his father, but also makes the right choices even if they’re hard ones to make. he does all this while grieving for his big brother and not knowing what happened to him.

and bb, your father is a piece of shit and you deserved better.

2. leia organa | star wars: she’s the ultimate badass. what else can i say? leia turned the “damsel in distress” trope upside down and went and saved her damsel in carbonite. a true queen!

3. carmen berzatto | the bear: i love a greasy, tattooed boy who looks like he’s gotten 3 minutes of sleep in the last 5 years. i’ve only seen 3 episodes so far so no spoilers, but i love this eternally stressed, closed-off trainwreck of a man.

4. lazslo cravensworth | what we do in the shadows: NEHEW YHAWK CITAAY. i want to have just an ounce of his confidence. he’s absolutely ridiculous and i love him for it.

5. moira rose | schitt’s creek: i don’t think any explanation is needed here. catherine o’hara’s talent for comedic timing and character building is unmatched.

6. frankie morales | triple frontier: frankie bb i love you to the moon and back. look at him! look at this meow meow. i want to get him to therapy and give him a warm blanket and some hot chocolate.

7. ben wyatt | parks & recreation: ben is basically me. loves puns, is a huge dork, and has so much enthusiasm for the things and people he loves.

8. sayid jarrah | lost: i had such a massive crush on sayid. RIP to a legend.

9. vida boheme | to wong foo, thanks for everything julie newmar: this movie hits me hard every time i watch it. the heart patrick swayze brought to this character takes my breath away

10. nick miller | new girl: he’s a fucking disaster and tbh that’s incredibly sexy of him.

no pressure tags: @green-socks @jazzelsaur @radiowallet @outercrasis @zombieaurora @pettyprocrastination @just-here-for-the-moment @justanotherblonde23​ @tenderclio​ @surprisegents​ @marvelousmermaid

#long post #tag game

[vampyrixdarling]

hello! I love your fics they are amazingggggg, anyways I was hoping it would be okay if we got some headcannons of shadow with a s/o that has ptsd. It would mean a lot to me personally, and i honestly am scared to ask, but if your not comfortable writing it than that's okay, you can replace it with headcannons for a sick reader or just ignore this request. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! I hope you have an amazing day full of good and sweet times!

— 「𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐒/𝐎 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐓𝐒𝐃」

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ MASTERLIST

╰┈➤ Shadow the Hedgehog x reader

: ̗̀➛ synopsis; How your boyfriend Shadow would react to his partner (you) suffering from PTSD.

: ̗̀➛ Type; romantic headcanons

: ̗̀➛ warning(s); PTSD (probably inaccurate, although I have done a little research), mentions of panic attacks and nightmares.

Likes/Reblogs are always appreciated!! <3

Hi!! Thanks for requesting this, it means a lot that you’d want me to write something this personal for you. I do have to warn you though, I’ve never experienced or written PTSD before, so it might be horribly inaccurate, so I apologize in advance. I hope you still like it regardless, and I hope you have an amazing day!

→ Shadow completely understands what it’s like. He had to watch his sister get shot to death in front of him, so he sympathizes with you a lot, and is there for you whenever you need him.

→ Once you felt comfortable enough to tell him, he wouldn’t ask you what it was from, since he knows it’s a very sensitive topic and he doesn’t want to bring back any unwanted memories or emotions. Instead, he’d let you tell him about it when you were ready, and on your own terms. If you decided not to talk about it, he wouldn’t ask about it, and continue supporting you however he can.

→ In the case that you do decide to talk about what happened, he’d hold your hand and listen. When you were done talking about it, he’d tell you he was sorry that you went through that, and he’s grateful that you trust him enough to open up and be vulnerable with him. He’d offer to tell you stories about his time on the ARK, about his sister, or even more.. sensitive topics relating to him and his past. Anything to make you feel better, and it’s done.

→ If you ever wake up from a nightmare or a panic attack, he wouldn’t wait a second before rushing to check if you were okay, and help you slow your breathing, focus, and calm down. Once you were okay, he’d gently hold your hand and whisper words of comfort to you, even softly kissing your hand while helping you breathe. If you wanted space, he’d be very hesitant, but eventually agree. He’d check in on you occasionally, asking if there’s anything you need like food or water, nodding when you give him your response. You’ll talk to him when you’re ready, you just need space, and he understands that.

→ He’s learned how to cope with what had happened to him, and he’s been able to limit the amount of times he’s been reminded of Maria, so he offers to help you as well. He’d offer to try new hobbies with you, even some he’s unfamiliar with. He doesn’t care if he enjoys it or not, because as long as you’re with him and enjoying the activity, he is too.

→ His more common ways of distracting you is making you hot chocolate with whipped cream, sprinkles, and marshmallows, and bring it to you in your bed. This is usually followed by him putting on a movie or TV show of your choice and cuddling you under your blankets. Every few minutes he’d crack a smirk, planting soft kisses on your face, blushing as you giggled. He’d also cook your favorite meals, too. Anything for you. He’d even let you help if you wanted.

→ He’d definitely take you to your therapy appointments, giving you the gifts he bought you when he picks you up. He has the whole day planned for you guys. Fancy restaurant as a date (or if you don’t like that, a nice relaxing picnic in a beautiful field he found), going on nature walks with you, and holding you close outside at night, laying on the grass as he admires the stars with you. It’s something he used to do with Maria, and doing it with you felt just as special. He isn’t that into pointing out constellations, but if it helped you feel better, he would. If you liked hearing him talk, he’d talk endlessly— until his throat was hoarse if you wanted him to. Because you’re his partner, and he loves you unconditionally.

→ Overall, I think he’d be very compassionate and understanding. 10/10 boyfriend when it comes to dealing with this.

#shadow the hedgehog x reader #shadow x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 99

The Song Remains the Same

“The Song Remains the Same”

Plot Description: The angels travel back in time to kill John and Mary Winchester before they can conceive Sam

Man…where's that "myth of consensual sex" meme when you need it?

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died.

Ok but if Cas is the one who originally said that the past can't be changed, all roads will lead to the same place every time, why ARE the angels trying to change it now?

Damn. I get where Anna's coming from but there is something TERRIFYING (not NOT in a hot way) of saying you're basically going to scatter every atom of someone's being across the universe.

I FUCKING LOVE WHEN CAS'S DEVOTION TO HIS CAUSES GETS TESTED, GETS TAUNTED, WHEN IT GETS THROWN IN HIS FACE HOW MUCH HE IS FAILING. and then i want to wrap him in a blanket and give him hot chocolate

Cas, baby, you didn't even know who Glen Close was ten seconds ago...

Oh, baby. One, good on you sticking up for yourself "I do not understand that reference," but two...you are not fine. You are not doing better than expected. You are coughing up blood and passing out. That's not okay

"You look a little spooked." Yeah, it's, uh, it's Sam's first time meeting his in-their-20s-parents. OMG. At this point in time, they are the Barbie meme "This Barbie is a hunter who made a deal with one of hell's most powerful demons." "He's just John."

WHY IS THIS FIGHT SCENE BETWEEN MARY AND ANNA SO SLOW???

I'm still curious about whether the angel banishing sigil NEEDS TO BE DRAWN IN BLOOD OR NAH

Oh god, John. I can't blame you for anything yet. You just found out mosters are real, your wife hunts them and has been hunting them her whole life. Chuck help you if you find out her "cousins" in the back seat of the impala are actually your sons.

Oh, so apparently it does need to be drawn in human blood. Nice of them to tell us NOW. I've only been wondering it since Cas broke Dean out of Zachariah's penthouse prison

Hey so yeah, this...um...this episode is hitting a little to close to home in mid April...

Ooooo Uriel's new vessel...wait...do...this isn't Uriel's new vessel. This is his old vessel but 30 years prior to the events of the show. I think I've just seen demons hop from vessel to vessel and Misha not age too much in the like four or so seasons I've seen him in to consider that the vessels will still age.

I can't imagine from either side what it would be like to be a party in a conversation where a child is telling their parent that the have to leave their other parent so that they're never born. Also to be in a situation where your mom tells you she can't leave your dad, not just because she loves him, but because she's pregnant with YOU?

Yo. RIP Anna. Michael's here? THE Michael? And using John as a vessel?

Dean, "Six Degrees of Heaven Bacon" is probably your best pun yet and I'm so sorry only Michael heard it.

AMAZING that Dean's telling Michael to get therapy for his beef with Lucifer. Bestie, do you hear yourself?

“Been On My Mind…”: Nope. Is it 8 now?

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

[falcqns]

To butterfly clips maybe she gets scared on New Years bc of the fireworks.

Loves butterfly clips and doll house so cute😭❤️

𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Chris Evans x mute!younger!Reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you experience your first New Years Eve

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mutism, innocent!reader, fireworks, mentions of foster care system, foster care abuse, drug-addicted parents, insinuations to smut, noise sensitivity, slight PTSD reaction but nothing major.

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: thank you for the request, and i hope you enjoy!

don't forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

"here you go," Chris said as he handed you your hot chocolate. you signed 'thank you', and blew on it, before taking a sip. you moaned as the hot drink flowed down your throat.

"if you keep making noises like that, this night will be over real quick." Chris murmured as he climbed under the blanket.

the two of you had rented a hotel room in Times Square, and it faced where the ball was going to be dropping in just a matter of minutes now. you giggled, and snuggled closer when he began to kiss your cheek, making loud smacking noises.

he stopped, and wrapped his arm around you. he glanced down at his watch. 11:57, it read.

"3 minutes, baby girl." he said, and you bounced slightly from excitement. you sipped your hot chocolate, and watched as people milled about down below.

the next few minutes consisted of cuddling and kissing, and Chris briefly going over your therapy session that was scheduled to start in less than a week.

"i spoke with her briefly, and she said she's not going to force you to speak, but she wants to get to the root of why you don't speak, and then build on working through that trauma. she said that if you eventually speak she'll be thrilled, but she'll also be thrilled if you can start to heal," he explained, and then looked down. he put his phone away as he saw you had fallen asleep on him. he put your hot chocolate down, and pulled you into his lap. his hand cradled the back of your head.

he watched the clock count down, and rubbed your back a little harder than normal as the clock hit a minute and a half. you began to squirm on his lap as you woke up, and once your eyes opened, they found the ball again.

"10...9...8..." Chris began to count down in your ear. your hands curled into his shirt as he rocked back and forth gently.

"3...2...1...happy new year!" he shouted, and you giggled, but tensed up as you heard a loud popping noise.

Chris knew what was happening as soon as your body tensed up. you were still for a few seconds, but eventually you began to shake, and Chris immediately stood up, and carried you in the room.

he shut the door behind the two of you, and your shakes died down slightly as the sound was lowered.

"shhh," Chris said, as he heard you cry. crying was one of the rare times that he got to hear your voice, other than when you laughed. but lately with how often Chris was discovering your new trauma's, he only got to hear it when you cried.

"here," he said, grabbing the duffel bag that sat on the unused bed. he rifled through it until he found the noise cancelling headphones he had packed, in case a situation like this arose.

he slid them on your head, and smiled when you stopped cry and shaking. you whipped your head around to look outside, and giggled as Chris walked back over to the window.

he sat the two of you down, and he stroked your back as the two of you watched the fireworks from the safety and quiet of your hotel room.

#chris evans x reader fluff #chris evans fluff #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans angst #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x mute!reader #chris evans x nonverbal!reader

[thewriterowl]

Some headcanons about the how Din help Luke with his mental health problems (perennial guilt, difficulty eating and considering himself a bad person who doesn't deserve happiness)

ooh yes, some comfort time for all the hurt I like to put on Luke. Niiiice. @elloitselmo this is right up our alley and conversations--feel free to add in cause there is so much possibility that we love lol

Let's all get this in the air: Din has a caretaker kink. He wants to be the protector. He wants to look after and provide. Luke's need to be protected really hits well with Din and sort of makes him flourish and confident and get's in a sort fo groove with things. He gets in his element (maybe mild soft dom daddy begins to peek through) and just sort of knows what to do.

So Din will be both very tender but a bit forceful. He has patience but he is not always the most gentle or subtle. He is blunt and pushy rather than try to do any sort of tricks. He tells Grogu to eat his vegetables (the brat might not always do so, but that's still the route he goes). So it is the same with Luke. He puts food in front of him and tells him he needs to eat and neither will leave the table until he does so. Luke is stubborn but can only be so much in regards to Din.

So, Din ensure that Luke eats by somewhat force. He is not about to let Luke stare himself because he feels like he doesn't deserve it (of course there is more to it than that--but still...)

Din also frets. He doesn't mean to. He just sort of has to. Luke just won't let it happen easily (which makes the hunter part of the Mandalorian very pleased) so they may bicker just a little. Luke doesn't think he deserves to be taken care of and believes he needs to take care of others instead.

Din has to throw Luke over his shoulder if he pushes himself too much or is trying to sneak off to be a meat shield for the galaxy (again). He will carry Luke back to their/his room and put him in bed and ensure he rests and eats and is scolded for doing too much. Luke just sulks.

By the gods, Din will get this man in cozy sleeping clothes, to soak in a hot medicinal bath for his aches and nerves (where Din will wash Luke and his hair), eat the best meals a Mandalorian king can offer, cocoon him in royal blankets, give him hot chocolate and tea, and all the kisses possible.

Luke melts a little with this.

The issue comes from talking. Luke doesn't really get something is wrong. He doesn't understand why Din is so worried. Really, he doesn't understand why Din is with him anyway. He was such a terrible person and he was a failure and he needed to do better to deserve someone as amazing as Din and--

Din puts him into space therapy instantly

They talk a lot, or Din urges for it, but he knows Luke is gonna need a lot of help with how unwell he is and how terrible he treats himself. Din does take it as a victory when he gets Luke to talk and actually cries a bit. It was such a relief to see him opening up.

It takes a lot of time and Luke still has self esteem and guilt issues and is very, too much, ready to go and sacrifice himself and he needs to be watched over carefully by guards to ensure he doesn't sneak off to do some hero stuff that should not be his responsibility any longer.

There is a lot of serious moments...but also lots of snuggles and fluffy bits and Din just carrying a pouty Luke away from his X-Wing whenever he tries to sneak off again.

Din: I want this to be a healthy relationship, but I seriously will take you as a prisoner if you keep this up.

Luke: (sulking) the galaxy needs help.

Din: it always needs help. You're done with that. You are in a political marriage with a king to keep peace. i'll take full advantage of that if it means YOU STOP TRYING TO EXPLODE.

Luke: but my destiny is to--

Din: BE GROUNDED

Luke: D:

#dinluke #owl inbox

[twooneztaylorthecat]

One Day - Adam Stanheight / Reader

A/N I heard the song Gonna Love Ya - by Avicii on the radio and I thought of a story immediately. I know it’s an old song, idk what it was doing on the radio. Also this story is long!!

Winter was harsh this year. The snow was piling up outside the door, the wind was shaking the windows, and the thunder roared overhead violently. Your lights flashed and flickered every once in a while and the chill outside was seeping through your thin walls. You shivered, and clutched your blanket closer. Your hot chocolate was still sitting on the counter, where you had forgotten it a long time ago. It was probably cold by now.

Adam Stanheight was your roommate. He had left to get groceries about an hour and a half ago when the sky was still clear. You’d insisted on going with him, but he was determined to go by himself. You understood his need for alone time. He usually did the grocery shopping by himself.

But something was wrong. It never took him so long to get the groceries before. You were concerned. Shaking your head, you muttered something about being more firm with him.

Adam walked through the door at that exact moment. His arms were full of grocery bags, but that was the least of your concerns. Adam’s face was white, and his eyes were red. He was shaking from the cold as he dropped everything onto the counter, and slumped back against it.

You folded your lips nervously, as your heart started pounding a little. Leaning against the counter like that, giving you a side view, made Adam look so much more attractive than he already was. He huffed out in fatigue, and closed his eyes.

You had always had feelings for Adam, but you didn’t do anything about them. Mostly, you were too shy to make a move, but… you were also scared of ruining the good relationship you had with him right now. Hesitantly, you stood up and went to him. “Adam…” you whispered.

After the severe events of Jigsaw, you could understand his emotional issues, but it hurt every time you saw it happening. But Adam was recovering well from that due to the therapy and some extra precautions. You could guess that this was something else.

“Adam, what’s wrong?”

Adam didn’t look at you. Now that you were closer, you could smell the strong scent of smoke. He’d been smoking. That meant his life was really shitty right now.

“Would you like to talk about it?” You asked.

“What’s wrong with me?” He wondered miserably. “I thought the therapy would help?”

You looked at him up and down, stunned a little. “It is. It IS helping. You’re being helped.”

Adam looked into your eyes. “Then why do I feel like this? I’m not like you.”

His words hit you, and you frowned. “That doesn’t matter. If everyone was the same, life would be boring.”

“No,” Adam added instantly. “I’m not… normal… I’m not happy anymore. I was different before Kramer took me for his twisted game.”

You felt your heart break. Hastily, you replied, “You ARE normal. You’re just lost… Your therapist and I are trying to help redirect you.”

“ ‘Redirect’ me? You make it sound like a good thing.”

“That’s because it is a good thing. It’s okay to feel like this. You are okay.”

“No,” Adam insisted, glaring at the floor.

“Yes,” you assured Adam firmly. You grabbed his hands in yours.

“No.” Adam tried to get past you, but you blocked his way. “Why do you care?”

“Because…” Your mouth was dry, and your throat was tight. It surprised you how quickly the words, ‘I love you’ wanted to escape your lips. But… you weren’t even dating. That would be weird. “I care about you a lot…” you said vaguely.

Adam cast you a dubious look, and let out a scornful snort. “Yeah. Yeah, like I believe that.”

“It’s true,” you grumbled under your breath. Adam didn’t hear you, which was the point.

But this wasn’t about Jigsaw’s game, and you knew it. Adam was dealing with a difficult breakup at the moment. He had been with another woman, she hadn’t been one of the nicest people. She always tried to take advantage of Adam’s trauma instead of trying to help it. She’d lied to him all the time. She cheated on him.

That woman had never loved Adam and it had been painstakingly obvious to you, and to everyone else around you. Just not to Adam. She didn’t love him, not like you did.

“That’s not what’s bothering you,” you told him.

“How do you know?” Adam asked bitterly.

Because I study everything you do? Wait, that’s creepy! Not what I meant!

But it was partly true. Due to your little crush on Adam Stanheight, you had become very observant of him; you noticed things about him, and spotted patterns in his behavior. Not to mention, you’d been living with him for about two years now - things were bound to start calling out to you.

“Because,” you said quietly, unsteadily. “I know you.”

Adam sighed heavily, but didn’t answer your question.

“Is it about HER?” You pressed.

“Yeah,” Adam responded eventually.

“Want to talk about it? Have you talked about it with your therapist?”

“No,” Adam answered blatantly. “I mean, no, I haven’t talked about it with my therapist. But yes, I would like to talk about it.”

“Well, go on. You know I’m here for you, right?”

Adam looked out the window sadly. “I just thought… we had something…” he stammered halfheartedly. “I thought she was who I thought she was. And you know… I feel like I deserve what she did to me.”

“You don’t deserve that!” You exclaimed defensively. “Nobody deserves that. You of all people! There’s no need to be so harsh on yourself.”

“Then why did she leave me?” Adam shot at you. “It must have been my fault she’s gone. Probably my trauma scared her away. I fucking hate that about myself.”

You stared at him helplessly. You didn’t like hearing Adam talk about himself that way, but there wasn’t anything else you could think of to say. “That’s not true,” you mustered. “She was using you. She didn’t sleep with you because she didn’t love you, not because she was disgusted by you. There’s a difference, you know. But there ARE people who care about you. Many people care about you. You just have to look around.”

“Who?” Adam asked bluntly. “And saying my therapist doesn’t count. My therapist is SUPPOSED to care about me.”

“And do they?” You questioned.

“Yeah. I guess,” Adam said begrudgingly.

You gazed at Adam, your cheeks hot and your mind numb. Standing so close to Adam was definitely not good for your mental state, but… you were holding his hands… That was pretty big!

“Well, let’s see. Your friends care about you. Your doctors care about you… You know, the barista at Starbucks cares about you because you guys are like friends now.”

Adam stared at you miserably. “Is that all?”

“Of course it’s not all. I’m sure your family cares about you.”

Adam didn’t seem satisfied with those answers. He raised an eyebrow. “What about you?”

You felt very self-conscious, but didn’t look away from Adam’s curious gaze. You didn’t know what to say to that. “I care about you,” you said slowly. “Of course I do, because you're my roommate. You’re my best friend.”

“Hmm,” Adam grunted. “Is that it?”

“I-I don’t know… I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

“You don’t want to talk about what you think of me? That must mean you don’t like me.”

“No,” you growled. “That’s not what it means. I just care about you, I don't have a reason.”

And Adam seemed to fill in the blanks. “Oh…” he mumbled. “Does this make things awkward between us?”

“If you think it does,” you said offhandedly.

It was dead silent in the room, and you stalked back over to the couch, and flipped on the TV. After some scrolling through the crappy shows and movies, you turned it off again. Adam was still standing by the counter, a distant look in his eyes. His face was still white, but at least his eyes looked normal now; not so much like he’d be crying.

You picked up your phone and turned on the pop radio. You didn’t know what it had in store. The first thing on the list was a song you didn’t recognize, but the heavy beat and the loud synthesizer were both very appealing.

Adam looked at you when he heard the music. “What’s this?”

“I dunno.”

He came to sit next to you, as the lyrics started, and you bit your lower lip nervously. This was the song that had to play, wasn’t it? This one. Among every song in the universe, this one was the coincidental song that decided to play? You listened to it anyway, letting the meaning resonate within you. It felt good. A little bit, anyway.

“I’m gonna love ya…”

You put your head in your hand, and looked the other way. Oh this is a love song…

“I know I could. I’m gonna love ya, like no one could.”

This song isn’t even that great… No… It’s alright… I suppose.

You were self-conscious of yourself suddenly. This wasn’t what you had been expecting. While the song wasn’t TERRIBLE it wasn’t AMAZING either, but what got you really feeling nervous was how much you related.

“Make your heart feel the way it should. I’m gonna hold ya, when no one would.”

Adam’s physical presence was making you uncomfortable. You could now feel him pressing against you. It was only lightly, but you’d been the one to start the cuddling thing between you both. You could remember that fateful day.

“ ‘Cause I swear you deserve so good.” That was the breaking point. You felt those words within you greatly, and you wished you didn’t. But Adam was wholesome, and didn’t deserve the things he’d been put through. You wanted the best for him entirely. You muttered aloud unintentionally, “Shit.”

Adam glanced over immediately. “What’s the matter?”

You didn’t answer though. The song was coming to a close, and you still felt very unsatisfied.

“I’m gonna love ya, I know I could. I’m gonna love ya, like he never could. ‘Cause I know you deserve so good.”

“Oh, shit…” You breathed, your mind feeling slightly overwhelmed with emotions and thoughts all colliding into each other all at once. It made it hard to concentrate.

It was like this song was MADE for this situation. It made you think of your relationship with Adam all the way. You did love Adam… or at least your feelings for him were strong enough to be love. And you believed that you were good for Adam, you hoped to be, you wanted to be; and you were certain you could love him much better than his ex did. And you also believed that he deserved a better life than he was living. He was worth so much more than this.

“What?” Adam asked, a smile on his face. “Are you okay? Are you going to tell me what’s up?”

You reached for your phone and stopped the music. That was enough. Your mind was fried now. “Y-Yeah. I think so. Why don’t we go to bed? We can do something fun tomorrow. I’m really sorry you had a difficult day.”

Adam nodded gloomily. “Yeah. I guess. But, you never answered my question-”

You shrugged him off of you. “-I am really tired. Sheesh.”

“You know we should put the groceries away, right?” Adam reminded you from behind.

You turned to look at the counter, and stared. “Uh… Oh yeah… Do you want me to help you with them?”

Adam sighed. “You want to go to bed, don’t you?”

“Do you want my help? I’ll help.”

Adam thought for a moment, then said, “No. It’s okay. You’re really tired, you should go to sleep. I don’t mind. It’s only one bag anyway.”

“Oh…” You wandered off to your bedroom, and closed the door behind you.

In a few quick sweeps and swooshes, you had a pair of your most comfortable pajamas on your body. You leaned back into the bed, feeling your heart beating heavily in your chest. It was slowly starting to calm down, but you still felt a little agitated from the earlier situation. You had leaned on your pillows and were getting ready to fall asleep, when Adam peeked inside. He appeared quiet and uncertain, with a look of worry on his face.

“Am I interrupting?” He inquired calmly.

You looked at him. “No. What’s up?”

He came to sit on the edge of the bed. “You never answered my question… I’m concerned about you, you know. You’ve seemed a little off lately.”

You listened thoughtfully, then said, “No. I’m okay. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“So, you’re allowed to pry into my life, but I’m not allowed to pry into yours?”

I never forced you to open up. You did that. I would have left it alone, if you said ‘no’. But you didn’t.”

“Well, talk to me anyway. I’m not the only one who needs support sometimes.”

You considered his words for a minute, then finally you mustered stiffly, “It hurts me to see you hurting. I like you a lot, Adam, and I want you to see that you deserve better than your ex. That’s why I’m acting different, because I don’t HOW to act.”

Adam’s expression was blank, which disconcerted you very much because you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Was he going to judge you for your feelings? If he did, then would it be in a positive or negative light?

Your heart and nerves were starting to act up again. It didn’t help that Adam was sitting next to you. All you wanted was to cuddle up next to him, or hold him, just holding hands would be enough. But you didn’t know if you could handle the pressure.

“I understand,” Adam breathed somberly. His voice was quiet and empathetic.

You grit your teeth awkwardly. “So… what does that mean?”

Adam laid down next to you, so close to you that your bodies were touching. You let out a breath and closed your eyes. “You’re a really good person, Y/N. I’m glad you’re with me, but… I can’t be in a relationship right now. But maybe one day.”

You shuddered when you felt his words vibrate through your shoulders, but didn’t say anything. You didn’t know WHAT to say.

It got darker and darker in your small bedroom, as the light dipped away from your long window. Twilight had passed a long time ago, but everything was at peace. You didn’t feel hurried, or anxious. You didn’t feel worried or scared. You didn’t even feel happy or excited. You were just present.

For once you felt at ease. And for the first time the urge was being satisfied. The urge to be as close to Adam Faulkner Stanheight as possible was finally becoming true. But would it remain that way? That was the real question.

“Mind if I stay?” Adam’s low tone was gentle, and echoed a little through the dim room, setting a kind of metallic air to the situation but not quite unsettling it.

You pressed yourself into the mattress, pushing into Adam, and sighed contentedly. Nothing could be better than this. You calmly responded, your voice soft and full of emotion, “No. Please.”

And that was all he needed. He relaxed into you, warming you with his own body heat, keeping you secure against his chest and lulling you sleep.

It was silent after that, all for good reason of course, and encouraged a perfect sleeping atmosphere, allowing an unconsciousness to sweep you both away.

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

The Get Ready Game

CW: Young children of rescued whumpee, referenced past child abuse, referenced past emotional abuse. CW for child’s trauma response/PTSD, Overcompetent Emotional and Logistical Support Oldest Daughter X 100, unhealthy coping mechanisms

@comfy-whumpee‘s Jax Gallagher successfully saved his children (and himself) from Savannah Marcoset. But Izzy, now nearly seven, remembers her mother very well still, and knows that if her father doesn’t yet feel safe, she shouldn’t either.

So she makes a plan.

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Izzy finds her brother playing blocks in the living room, half-heartedly building a tower while his eyes are on the cartoon show playing on the telly. She glances side to side - Dad's at therapy, only left a little bit ago. There's ages of time before he comes back, and he’ll be all in his head and distracted but probably he’ll want to lay down, so if she wants to do this, she’d better do it while he’s gone.

“Jamie?”

“Hm?” Her brother doesn’t look away from the show, but he kind of tilts his head in her direction. He’s younger than she is, only four and can’t read yet. But he doesn’t have to, she can do the reading for them both. She reads at a high level, her teacher says. Izzy practices every single night, she’s the best reader in class. 

She has to be.

“Where’s Grandpa, d’you know?”

Jamie points to the side. “In the, um, in the kitchen-”

“Sssshhhh! Quiet, don’t let him hear I asked.” Izzy puts out both hands, and now she has her brother’s interest. He loves having secrets with her, special kids-only things. It’s why this works, why she can teach him what they need to do, just in case, without him running off to tell Dad or Grandpa right away. 

She goes quiet, listening. She can hear Alfie’s voice, low, murmuring. He stays home on the days her dad has to go to therapy, so Jax can go and then come back and lay down in his room without having to worry. 

Grandpa will be talking, probably with some tea in hand, and he won’t overhear them. It’s perfect timing. Dad at therapy and Grandpa on the phone, maybe for a long time. 

“Hey, Jamie,” Izzy says, keeping her voice carefully casual. “You want to play Get Ready with me?”

Her little brother brightens. Izzy isn’t the best at his kind of play, rough-housing or throwing things around, playing Daddy-and-Baby with the big soft dolls he’s given all sorts of odd names to. Izzy doesn’t like playing baby-holding games, and besides that she doesn’t like how loud he is about it. She’s too quiet, too prone to sitting very still or whisper-talking her way through pretend games about princesses that Jamie doesn’t find interesting at all.

But this game… this game, he likes. 

He knows it’s important, even if he doesn’t know why. He knows his big sister is trusting him with big important things, and not being irritated by him or pushing him away. James scrambles up onto his feet, accidentally kicking his little tower of blocks over in the process. Both of them freeze at the crash.

Alfie’s voice rumbles through from the kitchen. “You all right in there, Jamie?”

“I’m good! I just knocked over my blocks, is all! Can I watch one more show?” Jamie pitches his voice just right, and Izzy’s proud of him. He’s learning all the tricks, and he’s doing it without having to be scared first, without it having to be something he has to learn. 

“All right, one more,” Alfie calls back, and Jamie grins, giving Izzy an exaggerated finger over his lips. Izzy grins right back, one of her top teeth growing in still, one of the bottom ones flat out missing entirely, she only lost that one three days ago, wiggling it in class until it came right out. The two of them move out of the room and down the hallway, almost tip-toeing in their bare feet, listening to Alfie’s voice, on high alert for him to make his goodbyes. 

They make it back to the bedroom Izzy still shares with her father - two twin beds lined up in there, and Alfie’s been talking about moving to get Izzy her own room, but Izzy never feels safer than waking up from a nightmare to still be able to hear her father’s gentle, deep breathing nearby. Jax’s bed has dark blue blankets and Izzy’s has a deep purple fuzzy one, plus special sheets she picked out herself with unicorns on them.

“Okay, Jamie,” Izzy says in her stage whisper. Her brother’s eyes lock on hers, hazel-brown like they all have, but Jamie has Jax’s hair color and Izzy’s short, spiky hair is the same deep chocolate brown as her mother’s, reminders she can’t escape, only try to cut off short enough that she can’t see it. “How does Get Ready start?”

Jamie’s smile widens further. He knows this one right away. “We meet in the hallway outside your room,” He says, very seriously. “Then… we come in here and find the Get Ready bag,” He answers, eyes already shifting to the closet, where it was the last time they played.

“Nope, not there.” Jamie looks at her, confused. “It’s okay, Dad did something in the closet last week so I moved the bag, just in case. I don’t think he found it, though, I hid it really well. Can you think of where I might hide it now?” She lilts her voice, slightly sing-song, like her teachers do at school. 

Jamie looks slowly around the room, taking in every detail - the window with the curtains pulled to make it dim, the two beds with the table between them, a lamp. Dresser messy on top with things tossed there - receipts, interesting rocks that Izzy has found and kept and given to her father. Then he nods, firmly, to himself more than her, and points under her bed. “It’s there.”

“Are you sure?” Izzy asks, still in teacher-voice.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because… because, because you would want to get it fast if you woke up, and you can roll under your bed for hiding from Mom,” Jamie explains. He sounds very earnest, and Izzy smiles at him to reward him giving it so much thought.

“Go look and see if you’re right.”

Jamie walks over to her bed and drops down onto his hands and knees, looking underneath. He pulls out a stuffed-full old, raggedy-looking adult-sized backpack, a faded gray that might once have been black, some old band patches and button badges still stuck around the outside. “I was right! I was right, Izzy, I found our get-ready bag!”

His voice is too loud, and Izzy shushes him quickly, closing the still-open bedroom door. Grandpa won’t like it, they’re not really supposed to close doors to shut out grown-ups, but this is too important. “Good job, Jamie!” She says in a high sotto-voice. “You are right. So, if I wake you up and I say, we have to get ready, what do we do?”

“We grab our Get Ready bag,” Jamie answers, all seriousness, patting the top of the bag gently with one small hand. “And we hide, inside the back of the closet in the big box. Then, when it’s safe, we go outside.”

“Right. How can we go outside if Mom is in the living room, though?”

Jamie’s eyes go to the window, and he points. “We go out the window,” He answers, and when she nods, he gets a little braver and adds on. “There’s-... fire escape, out there. Like stairs made of metal. We climb down with our bag. You know how to unlock the window.”

“Good. Right, I do.” She’d had to work out the trick to the window over days when no one was around her, fiddling and messing and making her fingers ache until one day, she’d managed it just right. Child proof my butt, she’d thought, but then she knew she wasn’t as child-y as everyone else her age seemed to be. 

Everyone else didn’t have to be ready for what would happen if their mother came back. Everyone else didn’t still dream about their father begging their mother to stop. Everyone else couldn’t still remember, a little bit, screaming-

Well. 

Everyone else might not have a Get Ready bag, or play this game, but she did. And when it happened, she’d be ready. Even though she knows the grown-ups wouldn’t want her to do this, they’ll be glad when it’s time, when she does what her dad would do in her place and takes James and runs. He’ll understand, if she has to, and he’ll be proud of her for being ready. He will. 

She just can’t tell him ahead of time. 

Izzy drops down into a crouch and hugs James tight. His hair smells like strawberry kids’ shampoo, just like hers does, and he’s very warm and his hands are always sticky, even when he hasn’t been touching any sticky things. “You remember very well, Jamie. Do you remember what’s in our Get Ready bag?”

She pulls back, and Jamie presses his lips together in deep thought, tapping on his chin in an overexaggerated ‘thinking’ expression. “Toothbrushes,” He says, finally. “Mine has Wally Lizard on it.”

“And?” 

“And toothpaste, the kid toothpaste.”

She’d spent weeks and weeks getting enough - putting a little extra in a baggie every night, so that her dad and grandpa wouldn’t know she was taking more than she needed. There was enough now for she and James to last a while. “Perfect. What else?”

“Ummmmm…” He trails off, sitting on the floor and thinking about it. “There’s pull-up nappies, for me for sleeping, and underpants for both of us, and pants and shirts and Franken-puppy and Unicorn, and the black-and-white bear from the zoo-”

“Paulie Panda,” Izzy corrects.

“Paulie Panda. And also Monkey George. Um um um um there are juice boxes, and Monster Munch, and Jaffa cakes, and that thing with the nuts in I don’t like, and chocolate biscuits… Aaaaand books, and…” He stops and frowns. “I don’t remember what else.”

“No, that’s good, that’s better than last time. You’re doing great.” He puffs out his chest a little in pride, and Izzy smiles, settling down to sit with him, the two of them tucked in the space between the twin beds. “There’s also hair-combs, and some shampoo and soap in a bag I nicked from the shop.”

Jamie’s eyes widen, big as saucers. “You didn’t. That is taking, Izzy-bella, and taking without paying is wrong.”

“I gave them money for it,” Izzy says, dismissive, ignoring the prickle of guilt inside her chest, too hot and sharp not to feel at least a little. “I put some of Dad’s money on the counter when nobody was looking the next day. It wasn’t really nicking, I just didn’t want him to see me get it and have to explain. But also in the bag is… this.” She digs into a front pocket and pulls out a bunch of index cards scrawled with careful child’s handwriting, numbers and letters she had spent hours and hours on. “Do you remember what these are?”

Jamie looks down at them, cocking his head, then looks up and shakes it, side to side. His hair is longer than hers is. 

“These,” Izzy says, “are the most important thing of all. These are our numbers. I’ve got about three where I remember them without even having to look, but I’ll get the rest, too. The first card has Grandpa’s phone number, and Dad’s, and it has Nana’s and Auntie Poppy and Auntie Georgia’s, too. Plus the number for Nana’s favorite shop, because her friend works there and her friend could help us get to her if she isn't home. For starters, I’ll say one that you know. We know that if-... that if Mom comes back, Grandpa will probably get-...” She takes a deep breath, tells herself to act more like a grown-up, forces down the panic and fear and worry in her chest, pictures it curled into a ball and thrown in the back of her closet to gather dust. I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid. “Grandpa could get hurt and not be able to help us. So, what do we do when we get out on the street or run away from here?”

“We, um, we find grown-ups, and we… we ask them to call 9-9-9, and tell them our names and our dad’s name, and we say, our dad is in danger and needs help. Then we tell them Nana’s name, or anybody else’s.”

“Good. Really good. What do we do if she gets us and takes us back to America?”

James swallows - this part scares him, just a little. He doesn’t remember America, not really. He was only a baby. And he remembers it being a fun place for a holiday, from the trial. But he knows Izzy is scared of America, scared enough to wake up at night crying because she dreamed about going back, and so he is, too. “We find a phone,” He says, very soft and very slow. “And we push the numbers 9, 1, 1. And that will go to people who will help us in America.”

“Good, good job, Jamie. What do we say when they pick up?” They’ve rehearsed this, over and over again. It’s the most important part of the Get Ready game. 

“I say… ‘my name is James Timothy Gallagher, and I have been ab-... abd… I have been kidnapped.’”

“Perfect. And if it were me, I would say, ‘My name is Isabella Nicole Gallagher, and I have been abducted. I am six and three quarters years old and my brother James is with me and he is four, and we are English.’ Then what?”

“We say, um, we say our… our dad is Jackson Gallagher and he has been kidnapped too, probably, and he needs help. And Savannah M-... Mark-set-”

“Marcoset,” Izzy says quietly, sounding out each syllable for him.

“Mar-co-set… is who took him. Then… we wait for help to come.”

Izzy nods, and she rifles through the flashcards, scanning over the names and places and numbers she has carefully, painstakingly, been writing down while casually asking the librarian question after question. How to call emergency services in England, America, Canada, France, Russia, and the country Georgia. Her information, to hand to people, so she won’t have to repeat herself, is copied on six cards. 

Under the flashcards, a photo of she and her dad and James that Grandpa took, at the park. It’s a photo where her dad is smiling, and he doesn’t look scared or upset or closed-off. Just happy, with them. It’s the photo she wants to have to show the police officers who she has to hope will help them. 

It’s the photo she’ll have if…

“What do we do,” She asks, and her voice is thinner, trembles just a little. “What do we do if she takes him away and we get left behind?” 

James crawls over to her in a flash and holds on, putting his arms around her waist and tucking his head under her chin. His hair tickles under her jaw. “We go all by ourselves,” He answers, in his high voice. “You and me, Izzy and Jamie. We go by ourselves, and we go find Nana.”

“Right.” Izzy closes her eyes against a rush of heat, of tears. “I-I have a card-” Her voice catches and she clears her throat. “Dusty in here,” She says, hoarsely - her grandpa says that sometimes when he’s pretending he’s not teary - and forces her racing heart to calm. Stop it. If Dad is gone, you have to be the grown-up, then. When she finally speaks, she manages to keep her voice slow, and even. No sign of her fears at all. “I have a card with Nana’s whole name and address on it, and which buses we take to see her. We can-... we can do it ourselves, all by ourselves. I know we can. But-... you have to be very good and quiet, so we don’t make anyone look at us and the bad guys can’t find us.”

“So Mom can’t find us,” Jamie whispers.

She nods, chin moving against his hair. “Right. We have to go very fast, and be very very quiet, so Mom can’t find us. But with our Get Ready bag, we have everything we need, if Dad-... if dad can’t help us. Okay, last question for our game and then we’ll be done. Do we tell Dad or Grandpa about Get Ready?”

“No.” Jamie answers right away, immediate. He knows this one. “Because, because they… might tell Mom about it.”

“Right. Even if they don’t want to tell her, she might be super mean and hurt them lots to make them. She used to hurt Dad until he would tell her things she wanted to hear, before, and she’ll be even madder now. But… if we don’t tell them about Get Ready, then they can’t tell her, right? So we can go find Nana before Mom does, and if Mom gets to Nana before we can, we have food and everything for a few days until the police officers help us.” Izzy holds him tightly, resting her chin against his hair. “I’ll take care of you, James. I promise, I won’t ever let her hurt you.”

“Dad won’t let her hurt us neither,” Jamie answers, but he likes the cuddles, and he doesn’t pull away. Izzy doesn’t hold him very often. 

“No, I know. I know he won’t. But… if he can’t stop her…” Izzy sets her jaw, closes her eyes against the memory of the bright red spots layered over older scars around her father’s neck when his big black necklace first came off. “If he can’t… I can. I just have to be very strong, and very smart, smarter than she is even. I have to be smarter than all the bad grownups.”

“And I have to be quiet and brave.”

“Right. And you’ll be very good at it. I know you will.” She squeezes him, so tightly both of them ache, and then pulls back and away, shoving the backpack back into its hiding spot, opening the bedroom door. The two of them get back to the living room just as their grandpa’s phone call finishes in the kitchen, and by the time he comes back in to ask them what they want for snacktime, James is back building his tower of blocks, and Izzy pretends she’s been on the couch with her chapter book the whole time, sitting open in her lap.

She doesn’t realize she opened it upside down until her grandpa’s gone back in the kitchen to get their snacks ready, and she flushes, embarrassed at the stupid mistake.

Still, she’s… she’s pretty sure he didn’t notice.

Every time they play, James remembers a little more without her having to tell him. Maybe… when their mom comes for them… Izzy can save Jamie - and then get help to save her father. 

And he'll be proud of her.

He will.

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@astrobly @finder-of-rings @burtlederp @wildfaewhump @whumpiary @whump-tr0pes @moose-teeth @orchidscript @sableflynn @pretty-face-breaker @raigash @vickytokio @eatyourdamnpears

#izzy fucking gallagher #child of whumpee #referenced abuse tw #freed whumpee #planning to escape #trauma response tw #child ptsd tw #child's trauma response #whump #unhealthy coping mechanisms #there is a reason izzy took me over in january #I love her #gradually taking back control #even if it's imperfect #by planning for the worst

[amysteriousmessenger]

hiii if requests are still open, could i ask for ge saeran and an mc that has ptsd due to having gone through something similar to what he went through in mint eye as a teen? sorry if this is too specific-

I hope this is okay! I don’t have any personal experience with PTSD so I’ve had to take some information from Google but I hope it still works! I really hope I haven’t done anything wrong with this aaaa

GE Saeran Choi with a partner who has PTSD Headcanons

Saeran knows, he understands. It’s hard. He knows that better than anyone. He knows, from all-too-similar experience, that stuff like that isn’t easy to work through and might not be something you can ever forget. He knows he’s haunted by his own memories, and it pains him to see you suffering in the same way.

If possible, he’d want you to come to therapy with him. He doesn’t mind if you want your own private session or if you want him there to hold your hand for moral support. He thinks it’d be good for the two of you to be able to talk to someone about your issues, and then you could go and do something pleasant afterwards such as go to the cinema or out for ice-cream. But, he also understands if the session was too heavy for something like that. In that case, he’d take you home and curl up on the sofa with you.

If you struggle with insomnia, he’ll sit up with you for as long as he’s able. Saeran’s quite a light sleeper and no stranger to restless nights so he’ll wake up if he feels you struggling to settle down. If you’ll let him, he’ll hold you close to his chest and remind you that you’re safe, that he’s not going to let anyone or anything now that you’re with him, occasionally running his hand through your hair. If you’re not in the mood to be touched, he’ll give you a little bit of space and go and make the two of you some hot chocolate and then ask if you want company. 

It’ll be the same case if you’re having nightmares, he’ll try to wake you up as gently as he can because he doesn’t want to distress you even more than you already are. He’d share his anxiety products with you if you wanted them, he’s really fond of his weighted blanket. He’s even embroidered it with lilac, meaning spring and renewal. If you want, he’ll embroider one of your own for you.

Saeran’s pretty good at keeping his own triggers away from him, but he’ll make an extra effort to understand yours and keep them as far away from you as humanly possible. He feels innately protective over you because he knows the extent of the pain you’ve both been through and the lasting effect it can have. 

If you tell him about your intrusive thoughts, he’ll kiss your hands and remind you that you are not your intrusive thoughts. They don’t reflect you as a person and they’re an aftermath of anxiety. He’ll ask if talking through them with him would make you feel better, and if they do, he’ll listen and help you take the weight off your shoulders. 

He... understands the flashbacks. He wants to help you in anyway that he can. The two of you would have several conversations with each other on what works best for the other person when they’re having a flashback, so Saeran would automatically move to doing what you needed him to do in that moment. He wants you to know how much he loves you, and how willing he is to go to the ends of the Earth to make you feel okay again. 

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger hcs #saeran choi #saeran choi x reader #mystic messenger headcanons #mystic messenger hc #mystic messenger self insert #mystic messenger reader insert

[thirdhandidiot]

Yes I’m here to offer domestic dialucibarb. No I havnt gotten any further on the Young Dialuci au. What you gonna do?

This is just 1.9k of unapologetic soft idiots in love

•The three of them are like your typical old married couple, except with wings and horns and oh dear, they’re arguing over who has to get up to make more tea

•Barb and Lucifer lovingly bicker a LOT, much to Diavolo’s amusement. It will be over the most trivial things that neither of them really care about either, they just enjoy trying to one up eachother verbally. Lucifer once threatened to throw Barbatos out a window, absolutely not meaning it, but Barb taunted him, telling him he probably couldn’t even pick him up, he’s so skinny and all he ever does is paper work and there’s no way he’d ever hurt him, never mind have the physical strength required. Lucifer absolutely decides he’s going to take it personally and lunges, picking Barbatos clean off the floor, bridal style, triumphant smirk lighting up his face, only to immediately realise that Barb has wrapped his arms around his neck to make sure he doesn’t fall. They’re both immediately far too flustered to do anything after that, just staring at eachother in shock, remaining there for what feels like hours until Diavolo walks in and coos at them, taking hundreds of pictures whilst the pair get impossibly more red. The image ends up Diavolo’s Home Screen, and don’t be fooled, he treasures all images of his boyfriends, especially together, but this one, he thinks, will always be a favourite

•They’re all sappy in their own ways, but mostly Diavolo, he is shameless. He will talk about ‘his darling boyfriends’ at any given opportunity, and more. Whilst it’s rather sweet to see him so passionate and so happy in love, it gets rather inconvenient in meetings when everyone just wants to go home. The brothers are particularly upset by this as whilst the gossip about Lucifers love life was fun at first, they’re rather bored of hearing how cute Lucifer is he wakes up, and they’re still a little scared of what Barbatos might do if they end up hearing too much. And that’s not all, Dia loves tropey dates that he read about in books and imagined going on with the two of them before they got together, his favourite being picnics, which he adores. He and Barbatos will spend hours in the kitchen preparing a sweet lunch date for Lucifer (by which Barb does all the preparations and Diavolo provides ‘moral support’ in the form of kisses and trying to steal bits of food only to get caught everytime and punished with more kisses- needles to say this is not an effective punishment to persuade him to stop)

•Barbatos relaxes a lot more when he’s off the clock, even having gently bullied Diavolo into making HIM tea, even if it’s not as good, after all, he’s been working all day and he’s tired. When they first got together he always felt guilty asking anything of Diavolo, feeling that it was an imbalance to their dynamic, but he quickly comes to see that Diavolo loves the chance to try to do things for him, even if they aren’t nearly as efficient or well done. Diavolo just wants to look after his boys like they do him and this usually comes in the form of serving them cute biscuits he found and hid until that moment just to see them smile

•Lucifer gets stressed easily and puts up a near flawless front of professionalism and dedication to his work, however Barb has spent decades doing the same and is always the first to tell when Luci needs to take a break. Whilst Barb has strict ‘off the clock‘ hours, Lucifer has tried to bring paper work to bed multiple times, frustrating the other two to no end. Despite that, Lucifer has gotten a lot better at taking care of himself ever since he realised how happy it made his partners, and it’s not like he minds spending more time with them, infact subtly asking lucifer if he wants couch cuddles is the fastest way to get him to leave his work, the man is tired and desperately craves affection, not that he likes to admit it, but they all know

•Barbatos has a strange fondness for human conspiracy documentaries, and Diavolo is prone to believing an awful lot of them. Barb loves to tell Diavolo that they’re real, convincing him that ‘Yes all birds are spies darling, is that not common knowledge?‘ or ‘The human realm has underground lizard people, didn’t you know love? The do all of Earth’s admin work, someone has to‘ This leads to an awful lot of misunderstandings that usually Lucifer clears up. He pretends to be annoyed but when he walks into the front room to see his Barb lying on top of Diavolo, enthusiastically telling him that there’s aliens in Area 51 whilst Diavolo stares back, mouth open in shock, he doesn’t stop them, just presses a kiss to each of their foreheads and goes to make hot chocolates for everyone and brings blankets back with him, making a note of whatever it is that Dia is about to believe so that he can make sure that damage control can be done ahead of time. (He finds it cute when Diavolo tries to tell his brothers about it, Mammon falling hook line and sinker for each one. The others are more sceptical until Diavolo says that Barbatos told him, at which point they just end up confused, surely Barbatos wouldn’t lie to Lord Diavolo? (He would if it was funny))

•When Lucifer moved out, Levi sent him an old console under the guise that it was for Diavolo, who had expressed an interest in learning to play various games. Dia absolutely loves it, and lucifer really is very competitive.. the two of them can be found trying to distract the other whilst playing mariokart, resorting to pushing, biting and even a few instances of manifesting wings to try block the others view of the screen. As soon as one of them has as good as lost they’ll switch to just making the others game as hard as possible. There’s nothing raunchy about the wrestling match that breaks out as a result, Barb has decided it’s a good form of physical therapy for them both and just records them. He has a file of ‚blackmail‘ that they all know he will never use, it’s mostly just a folder of cute but embarrassing pictures and videos of Luci and Diavolo. (Diavolo has Barb send him everything, he loves to watch it back)

•None of them are particularly ‘flamboyant‘ although Diavolos love for human world festivals has landed them at various pride festivals before. Lucifer was mostly confused seeing as sexuality isn’t an issue in the Devildom, neither is ‘polyamory’, a concept he’d never spared much thought to. Diavolo is delighted to see Humans celebrating love and feeds off the positivity (he also gets hit on a lot, but after spending just ten seconds with him it’s obvious he’s already madly in love and that there’s no separating him from the slightly alarmed looking men loitering behind him that he proudly calls his boyfriends). Barbatos is constantly trying not to get lost, it’s busy and he ends up having to hold on to someone at all times. It’s not his fault, he can’t use magic here and there’s no other way to combat the crowds, Lucifer stop smirking he isn’t short it’s just that you’re both bloody giants, Lucifer you’re encouraging Diavolo, p l e a s e. Dia loves it though because it gives him an excuse to cling to his boyfriends all day and people will randomly tell him how lucky he is, he absolutely agrees

•Both Barbatos and Lucifer have threatened Diavolo with bodily harm at some point after they’ve been woken up by one of his stray limbs in the night. The two of them sleep quite comfortably next to eachother, occasionally with an arm or leg over the other, but no matter how Diavolo falls asleep he ends up in a dreadfully confusing position that no one really wants to question. Unfortunately he also tends to gravitate towards the heat of the others too, making them easy targets Diavolo’s heavy limbs. He’s always sure to apologise when he finds out in the morning, even if he finds their grumpy faces quite amusing. He won’t laugh out loud though because one time Barb was so disgruntled when he woke up that he bit the hand that was smothering his face and Diavolo ended up having to have his hand bandaged in the middle of the night. Needless to say that Lucifer was both confused and concerned when he woke up (and a little proud, he’s extra nice to Barbatos all day, who feels a little guilty about it, even if Diavolo was ok)

•Diavolo and Barb will wind lucifer up deliberately, and whilst he is entirely aware what’s happening, he indulges them. Diavolo will convince the brothers to try some kind of scheme that they wouldn’t be able to pull off without him, but makes sure it’s never taken too far, and Barbatos will egg Lucifer on as soon as he finds out about whatever minor inconvenience has befallen him. He won’t admit it, but it makes Lucifer incredibly happy to see his brothers take such a shine to his partners, and whilst he wishes they’d have a little more trust in Barbatos, Barb assures him that he isn’t upset and that it can be used to spook the brothers a little. There will be weekly ‚family meals‘ which always seem a great idea before hand, he somewhat misses living with his brothers after all, but always result in him going home with a headache. He’s grown used to the loving and (mostly) calm presence of his beloved, so seeing his brothers hurling both insults and occasionally food or assorted table wear at eachother, has a tendency to infuriate him. (He hasn’t realised that they act up more when he’s there)

•Dia Is obsessed with matching couples things and is constantly trying to find things for the three of them, but due to lower supply, they end up being so much tackier and non sensical. Barbatos genuinely despises them, but opts to say nothing because of how happy Diavolo is. Lucifer knows this and whilst he isn’t exactly a fan either, he indulges Dia just to tease Barb. (They do all have matching keychains tho, with different charms. Diavolos has a little teacup and a feather, Lucifers has a crown and a cake and Barbatos‘ has a pickle and a peacock. He was the one who got them to make up for all the hideous ideas Diavolo had, and delighted in seeing Diavolos pouty face when he realised what Barb had chosen. He did end up also adding a golden heart tho, somewhat pacifying Diavolo)

•Whilst it’s usually Diavolo who initiates longer cuddles, Barb likes to wrap his arms around his lovers from behind, pressing his forehead into their shoulder blades. He finds is comforting to be so close whilst allowing the other to continue with whatever they were doing before. Before leaving he will stretch to place a kiss on the back of their neck, a silent reminder of his love. Most of the time Barbatos is very quiet, opting to watch, and it’s only when he’s relaxed that he becomes chatty. Both Luci and Dia recognise this and can’t help but feel special whenever Barbatos is particularly talkative, and Barb is grateful that they don’t ask questions and love him for who he is

•Lucifer absolutely initiates the most ‚traditional‘ kisses, he’s proud of his partners and wants everyone to know that they’re his. He’s also a bit of a traditional romanticist when given the chance, leaving bouquets of various flowers, with the meanings for each attached on a handwritten card, a line of poetry and an elaborate signature. If he ever gets given flowers back he melts a little and keeps them on his desk as long as possible, before pressing the best looking ones. He has notebooks just filled with pressed flowers that he treasures. He doesn’t know that Diavolo and Barbatos both know about the notebooks and is convinced he’s slick

•Some nights the three of them will get drunk together and spend hours giggling and pressing kisses to eachothers faces and feeding them fancy chocolates. They half lay half sit on a slightly too small couch that they never replace for a more suitably sized one. Diavolo will slowly reach across to brush Lucifers fringe out of his eyes before gently caressing his face and pulling him in for a long slow kiss that tastes of expensive demonus and the orange sweets that Diavolo keeps on his desk. Barbatos is more than content to sit and watch his two gorgeous boyfriends kiss for a few minutes before they both turn their attention to him and decorate his face with kisses, across his cheeks and forehead, straying down to his chin and up to his eyelids, trying to convey all their love for eachother in adoring looks and heads pressed into necks

@softrealism Thankyou for inspiring me to post xx

#hmmm i really enjoyed writing these #if anyone wants to talk about them please #they are very gorgeous to me #do you ever look at something you wrote and realise damn// wish that was me ;0; #i had to log in on a computer to make this palatable #please acknowledge my sacrifice #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me! lucifer #obey me! diavolo #obey me! barbatos #dialuci #dialucibarb #i am literally fucking exhausted ive been tryna finish off work and its my brothers birthday tomorrow and my best friends in three days. #when the boys ask if you wanna play minecraft with thyem and you say yes cause you miss them and want to give them attention but you are #about five minutes from passing out on the keyboard #and i need to call my family and GOD DAMMIT ITS ANOTHER GRANDMAS BIRTHDAY IN TWO DAYS #this post was the clam before the storm #if im MIA the next few days im not dead im sleeping #34 hours and counting #i cant even remember how to tag #THI #diavolo x lucifer #probably #diavolo x barbatos #diabarb #im making these up please end my misery xx #hhhh that said clam. im not fixing it. ps if u find typos pls scream at me to fix them #im going to sleep goodby