#I was sniffling drawing this one ngl ;-;

[this-cult-of-dionysus]

The Eye Cries With Them

Are you sure about this?

No.

But I love you.

I love you too.

…that’s the deal.

#I was sniffling drawing this one ngl ;-; #me when I’m allergic to drawing backgrounds— #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tma #the magnus archives #tma 200 #mag 200 spoilers #The Eye #The Web #tma fanart #jonmartin fanart #my art

[h4venpha]

⸺ kiss him

✦ vash the stampede x nicholas d. wolfwood ✦  contents: contents: oneshot, SFW, hurt and comfort, mentions of getting shot, mentions of violence ✦  WC: 613 ✦  notes: ngl i jst wanted to write this bc of a specific two second scene i saw in a movie. also yes i combined trimax and stampede vash and imagined 98 wolfwood. SUE ME (uhh not proofread bc im sleepy)

vash’s eyes flicker dimly as he listens to the muted hum of the worms flying outside. its colder and darker than other nights, even here in the cheap motel they managed to gather enough scraps to sleep in for the night. the bed is creaky and smells like old linens but vash prefers it over decking it out in an alley behind crates and trash bins. 

wolfwood’s embrace is warm and firm with his arms wrap around his neck and a rough hand gently running through his mess of blonde and black hair along with curious feather appendages sprouting from his head. 

vash buries his face into wolfwood’s shoulder, pouty lips pressing upon his dark blazer as he sniffles. “‘m sorry about today.” 

wolfwood isn’t fazed at all. “for what?” he grumbles softly.

“for everything.” vash nuzzles further into the crook of his shoulder, his dark eyebrows furrowing up as his eyes watered more than he wanted them to. “for getting involved in that fight, for getting you hurt— for letting you get shot—“

“spikey,” wolfwood draws out. “none of that, ‘kay? i don’t want any of that t’night from you.” his tone is firm, but he means well. it's all too easy to recognize when vash is going to spiral and spout some bullshit he’s heard before more than once during nights like these. “‘s nothing i can’t handle.” wolfwood lets a breathy laugh escape him and vash wants nothing more than to grab it out of the sacred space of a motel room they’ve created and store it in his mind.

“that doesn’t mean it’s all right for you to get shot.” vash says rather defensively. “it’s still my fault, i-i should’ve covered you.” his arms wrap tighter around wolfwood’s waist as if they were still in the middle of the shoot out.

“how could ya have? you were protectin’ that woman across the street, i saw you.” wolfwood says while he gently thumbs at the small feathers by his temples. “listen, i can handle myself alright? quit yer worryin’ about me.” with being tucked into his shoulder, wolfwood can feel when vash frantically shakes his head in response.

“i can’t do that, wolfwood. you know i can’t. i wanna be there to protect you…” vash sniffles as his voice goes watery.

“and you are, you are, okay spikey?” wolfwood reassures and gently prys vash away from his shoulder to look at him. and oh is he gorgeous. big, fat tears rolling down his glowing face as his plant marks dimly glimmer, his wings and feathers flicking reactively as they reach and tug at wolfwood’s fingers and arms, aching for him to come closer. wolfwood wants to kiss him senseless. “you’re doin’ the best you can and i’m proud of ya, alright?” 

vash hiccups and breaks into a quiet fit of cries. his head hurts and he’s drained, but wolfwood is here and cooing and wiping away at his eyes with his thick, warm thumbs. 

“y’ big ole baby.” wolfwood chuckles softly when vash pouts at him with his bottom lip jutted out and big, glossy eyes. “c’mon, no more cryin’, yeah?” wolfwood coaxes gently and leans in to kiss his puffy eyes before tilting his head and smiling warmly. and vash feels himself falling apart under wolfwood’s warm hands and his bufferfly-soft kisses and his kind words— he feels himself letting wolfwood gently break him down into a mush of tears and snot.

wolfwood cups his face and leans in without hesitation to press his firm lips to vash’s trembling ones. vash knows he tastes like salty tears but wolfwood doesn’t mind it and only smiles into their slow kiss.

#h4venpha #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vashwood #vashwood angst #vash angst #wolfwood angst #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #trigun 1998 #trigun 2023 #trigun vash #trigun vashwood #trigun wolfwood #vashwood fluff #trimax vashwood #vashwood fic #trimax angst #tristamp angst #trimax wolfwood #trimax vash

[108garys]

Resentment(the perfect shot)

@kassiekolchek22 @delurkr @mistmoose @lonnitamongus @maria-rayro @myscprin @ultrabananapudding @ivycross @ctrvpani

So I consider this to be more of a hypothetical than something that 100% happened in this au so if you you can't see this playing out this way it's all good(It's sort of edgy ngl)

Basically I wanted to do a little oneshot set during hoa exploring the idea of Charlie having to care for an injured Merwin who's chances of survival are no higher because of it(out here traumatising Charlie)

Warnings are: death, dry heaving(no actual vomit), blood

Charlie stared down at the bloodied man laying at his feet. Corporal Merwin had been nothing but rude to him since he set foot in camp slayer. He'd been rude to Clarice too, he couldn't understand what a guy like Joey saw in him.

Corporal Gomez was gone, twisted into a demon, Clarice was gone too and Charlie honestly wished it was Merwin instead; he'd been tasked with the man's care, minimising the impact on the marines combat readiness.

The Americans were investigating an old radio as a possible way out, Salim had 'escaped' and Charlie was expected to manage the cameras on top of babysitting the most irritating man he'd ever met. He resented it, resented that Nathan Merwin lived at all and the thought scared him.

He knelt down to check the man's injuries as if renewed enthusiasm for his wellbeing would erase the vile thoughts creeping at the edge of his mind. Removing gear, unclipping, unbuttoning, unbuckling, soon pealing back the layers to reveal the severity… Charlie wasn't a doctor but even he could tell that the man was dead weight, even if he attempted to patch him up there's no dragging him out of this hell.

The sound of gunfire startled him.

"Bloody hell! what are they doing!?" He tried to keep his voice down. They knew damn well the creatures react to sound, he trusts that Salim at least tried to relay that information to his people. He felt panic rising, what if they found him defenseless while the soldiers are off fighting their war?

Merwin mumbled drawing the journalist's attention back to the task at hand. Dead weight. He refused to die for this man, he could run if the creatures came. No one could blame him for that… Kolchek would and Charlie wouldn't wish that end on his worst enemy… Being torn apart by those monsters… It was too horrible.

Charlie smoothed his hand over Merwin's exposed chest, he swallowed with great difficulty already blinking away damned tears. The man's blood staining his hand before it came to rest over his heart, it beat at a steady pace, had this happened anywhere else he might have had a chance. He sniffled squeezing his eyes shut.

Merwin's heart beat and his own were all there was…

He jammed his fingers into the man's ribs, resulting in a pained gasp. He kept his eyes shut, running his other hand down Merwin's thigh, it was strangely intimate and indescribably wrong. He refused to look as his hand brushed against the handle of the marine's combat knife. It's cool surface grounded him, he couldn't hold back his tears any longer pulling the knife from its sheath. Gunfire sounded far off over his rapid pulse as he press the blade between the fingers that marked the quickest way to the man's heart-

"No… don't do that…" Charlie froze. Merwin mumbled trying to move his heavy body, clearly not truely aware of his situation. Charlie moved a hand to gently cradle Merwin's face making shushing sounds as he shifts his sore legs leaning over the older man. "It's okay, everything is going to be okay." he says to himself more than the other, Merwin's brows furrow. Charlie tightens his grip on the blade, wishing desperately that he'd never set foot in this country.

Before he could lose his nerve he leaned on the other man, pressing all his weight down on the knife. He clasped his other hand over Merwin's mouth, muffling a pained cry. He felt sick as the blade sunk into warm flesh. He looked at Merwin's shocked eyes, unable to look away until what little life left in them fade entirely…

"I'm sorry…" Charlie removed his shaky hand from the marine's mouth. He wanted to tell the dead man that it wasn't personal but would he have done it to Clarice? That scary part of his mind said no, he would've fought for her given the opportunity and Merwin was… He tried to shove it down as deep as he could but all he could hear was "an exceptable loss" he was sure the feeling had been mutual, sure some of the others felt that way about him too but… He wasn't like that! He didn't weigh lives, it was…

Tugging the blade free pushed Charlie over the edge and he began to dry heave, he turned away, knife still clutched in hand. He tried to breathe but his body kept trying to expel the disgusting feeling churning his stomach. He curled in on himself next to the dead man, coughing and retching. Desperate for it to stop.

When it was finally over he carefully sat up tossing the knife across the room, feeling it's absence he clasped his hands together like a man praying as he took deep breaths. He turned his attention back, he had to do it…

His fingers fumbled with buttons and buckles, it wouldn't be right to leave him like that. The Americans would shoot him on the spot. It was a hell of a time to notice the man's wedding ring, Charlie told himself firmly that he hadn't taken an unknown woman's husband away, his life was already over. You hated him…, when his work was complete Merwin looked as if he had succumbed to his injuries, unaware under sedation…

Charlie sat, legs tucked beneath him. Red handed, he thought about wipping his hands on his clothes or Merwin's. He couldn't bring himself to touch him again… The man's canteen would be the last thing he would give, he didn't need it anymore, thoughts of preserving drinking water were distant as he attempted to wash away the blood. When it was empty, his hands remained red from the harsh scrubbing, he kept telling himself it was the only way-

A commotion at the far end of the hall demanded his attention. The Americans were yelling. He weakly pushed himself to his feet, giving the bloodied man one last apologetic look, roughly wipping away his tears, praying that his sacrifice would be worth it…

#House of ashes #The devil in me #The dark pictures anthology #Charlie Lonnit #Nathan Merwin #The perfect shot #PS!Charlie Lonnit #PS!charlie #Oneshot

[mayhemakinguser]

Codz Headcanons

Nikolai, Dempsey, Takeo, and Richtofen's reaction to you doing your makeup and struggling. Modern au style huahua

I came up with this days ago while doing my eyeliner and totally forgot to post it 🙄

Primis crew edition

Tank Dempsey

You're doing your makeup early in the morning like, super early to spend like, 30 minutes on your face

He doesn't understand it

You're so pretty you dont need to cover your face up with some fake stuff 🙄

Dempsey's just chillin in his pjs on your bed, watching you struggle with your eyeliner

You cant draw straight for the hell of it

You groan out loud and complain, throwing the eyeliner aside to clean up your eye to repeat the same THING OVER AGAIN

He chuckles at your frustration and you roll your eyes at him in the mirror

The audacity istfg

Dempsey gets off his arse, walks over to you, and hugs you from behind

Ngl this surprised you

He whispers in your ear, "Sweet cheeks, you dont need all this." He gently takes the napkin away from you. "you're beautiful just the way you are."

F*** this man and his honeyed words 😭😭

You stare at him in the mirror, tearing up a little and he starts to panick thinking hes said something wrong

You turn in his arms and hug him tightly

"Thank you"

He smiles and hugs you back

"Anytime, sweetie"

He had to change his shirt bc you got makeup all over it, but he didnt mind one bit

You both went out and you decided not to wear makeup for the rest of the month

Nikolai Belinski

Like Dempsey, he didn't understand why you were wearing makeup

You're beautiful! why hide it from the world?

You're struggling hard, huffing and puffing because your face doesnt want to cooperate

"Why do you wear makeup, darling?" He asks, genuinely curious

"To look pretty," you reply, almost as if it was rehearsed

He walks behind you, turning you so you would face him

Nikolai cups your face with an adorable smile ☺️

"My love, you do not need any of these to make yourself "pretty". You are perfect just the way you are."

Boyyyy this messed with your heart strings fr

You gaze up at him with tears pricking your eyes and you wipe them away quickly

He places a soft kiss on your forehead "I'll wait for you in the kitchen."

Hes too nice for this world ong 😭❤

Takeo Masaki

Surprisingly, he was kinda intrigued by it

Like, what is that on your face?? 🤨

He read some of the make up brands while hes sitting on the edge of your bed, studying it like it was some weird specimen 😮

He noticed you struggling, getting frustrated and tears stinging your eyes 😓

Takeo leans forward to take the eyeliner from you and you look at him in confusion

He closes it and starts putting your things away silently

Takeo gently takes your wrist and maneuvers you to a seat next to him

He holds your hand and smiles

"You do not need these things to make yourself beautiful, my star," he says, rubbing your knuckles, "Why do you think I call you a star? Because you're beautiful and always a sight to behold."

Oh my Cheezits this man definitely makes you cry 😭😭😭

You sniffle before letting it all out

He gets all scared and s***

But you hug him, reassuring him that you were grateful and you guys spend the rest of the day just cuddling and stuff 🤢

Edward Richtofen

Man is just chillin, reading a book while sitting in your favorite chair 🥰

Hes just waiting for you to finish, hes used to this kind of thing 😌

But he kinda didnt understand why you do it, but he let's you do you without question

few minutes in, he hears you sighing

Uh oh, that's your irritated sigh 😨

Eddie looks up, concerned

It appears to be that you keep messing up and it's making you upset

Anything that makes you upset needs to be put down

He strides over, plucking the eyeliner out of your hand

You give him a annoyed look "hand it over."

Eddie shakes his head. "No."

"Why?"

"This makes you unhappy, and I dont want that. You should be happy with just being yourself, because I'm happy just the way you are. Liebling, the love of my life," he takes your face in both hands, squishing it a little and making you pout.

"You're beautiful, and nothing nor no one, can tell me otherwise."

Your frustration just whooshes away 🌬

you blink away tears and kiss him on his nose and then he blinks, happily surprised

"Danke, Eddie," you say with the brightest smile in the world

Hes glad he did what he did and yall spend quality time together for the remainder of the day

Aha wow I did it

i hope you enjoyed these hcsssssss

Yippee

#Codz #cod zombies #codz headcanons #Hcs #Headcanons

[crystalmonk5579]

Haii totally not a suspicious blog post for my bestie @ninjapaste >:3c

Bazhagen/Duke Wyatt

A/n: NONE OF THESE ARE CANNON BESIDES THE EAR WIGGLES AND THE EAR PETS OK?! I'm literally just doing this bc Robyn is asleep and I don't wanna bother them lol anyways let's begin!!!

~~o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o haiiiiio⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o~~

Bazhagen:

Ok, pets fucking start off with the obvious, his ears are sensitive. Like not really sensitive where it could be painful, but like, lil tingles when you touch em.

His bf Lucian(my oc) will pet his ears sometimes

This mofo can get jealous as easily as a fly and flap it's wings. Like Lucian could be talking to someone from Durmitch and if they do ONE WRONG THING IT IS GOING TO BE A FUCKING DEATH GLARE FOR THE REST OF THE COVO

Very into pda but I feel like that's a given bc of his out going natured personality

This man will constantly tease Lucian Abt anything so be fucking careful when you're around baz, he will never stop reminding you of embarrassing things. Like you guys could be talking and he could call you kale teeth in reference to when you were talking to your crush and you had a piece of kale in-between your teeth.

Doesn't trust wild animals in Durmitch for three reasons, 1.) They're probably dangerous 2.) They could be used as listening devices for some magical people! And 3.) Lucian might adopt them and they're gonna steal his bfs attention away from him >:(

Honestly, I think he might be really fucking good at rock climbing for some reason...

This man is willing to pick up his small 5' bf and just smother him with kisses in public, no holds back all out, just to either scare someone off or just to show he loves his bf sm

Willing to just show up unannounced and bring you gifts if he ever senses you are sad one singular bit. "Heyyy, I saw you were acting not like yourself, and really really sad for whatever reason so I bought out an entire bakery with my friends money, you wanna watch the real elf house wives?"

HEAVY ASS SLEEPER ISTG IT WILL TAKE A FUCKING MILLION MAN MARCHING BAND TO WAKE HIM UP A LIL BIT/hj

I think he might really be into soda or root ear floats in a modern au

I think he might also really like axe throwing too, both as practice for fighting and competition!

This man's hair is so so so fucking rough and jaggy like look at it, it looks like a susuwatari from studio Ghibli movies except they're all greased up and spiked to make him look cool

I don't think he actually likes the leather pants he wears, like they're very restrictive and not good for fighting, not to mention it must fucking itch badly since I'd assume Durmitch woods are kinda like rainforests. And we all know that leather pants + humid/wet rainy areas= ITCHY ITCHY!!!!/neg but eh, who gives a shit!?! He looks cool in em

Cry baby when he gets a cold "OUGHHHHH LUCIAN WHY MUST YOU ABANDON MEEEEE?!!?!?" "....babe you have a mild cold, you'll be fine in a couple of days" "*sniffling and sobbing* WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN TO MEEEEEEEE?!?!?!?"

Duke Wyatt:

His hair is so fucking soft istg, it looks so fluffy and soft and nice to touch

I bet he smells like dandelions and tree sap from the woods

Modern day au I think this man would have a skincare routine ngl

I think if he could I would actually be really really good at drawing!!! Like omfg I bet his penmanship from song wriitng

Man will sometimes unconsciously death grip Lucian while he's cuddling him by accident

Would slightly die inside if his favorite patisserie would go out of business and he couldn't get his almost croissants anymore

This man gives like the bestest hugs ever istg, they're tight and soft at the same time and theyre long but not too long that they over stay their welcome

Honestly....he'd slay in a summer dress, LIKE ESPECIALLY THOSE DAINTY WHITE ONES WITH SUNFLOWER PRINTS THAT GO SO WELL WITH A SUN HAT

Very very good at dexterity shit with his hands bc of wood carving, speaking of hands!

Very calloused and gritty on the sides bc of accidently nicking himself while making flutes and other wooden things, carrying logs, wood cutting etc etc

HE IS A FUCKING HEATER WHEN JT COMES TO CUDDLING, HE IS PERFECT FOR EXTRA COLD WINTER NIGHTS

(Modern au)Hates and I mean HATES SCARY AND GORY MOVIES WITH ALL HIS HEART

Actually more of a cat person than a dog person, as much as he gives off golden retriever bf vibes tho, they're just a lot calmer and more nice to be around...and they won't chew up his flutes!!!

(modern au) any movie relating to animals dying like a dogs purpose, Marley and me, etc etc. They make him go through all the stages of grief for a 5 day period.

He really really likes flannels too!!

That's it for now y'all!!! Have a nice day/night/evening!!

~~(⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ byeeeeeee ⊂⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠⊂⁠)~~

#cris writes #heheheheh #HAVE FUN YALL #HEHEHEHEGEH #Hdbshsbdhdit was so fun making this even at 1:39am #NON OF THESE ARE CANNON

[kisses4kaia]

ngl i need coryo to punish me by making me cum multiple times

me too. …. + corio w a squirting kink……….

“did you just… did you just fucking cum?” coriolanus contemptibly spits at you.

he’s fucking you so deep, so fast, so rough and merciless with one of your legs thrown over a broad shoulder, while the other leg hooked tight around his waist. every time his pelvis connected with yours, the friction felt against your clit was too brain-mushing to hold off your orgasm. could you really even be blamed for breaking his rules when he’s destroying you this good?

you can only whine at his mean tone and sniffle out half apologetic, half overstimulated whimpers. “please, corio. i’m sorry, so sorry, so sorry,” you repeat, like a mantra, begging for him to take mercy on you and slow down, going as far as placing your hands on his chest, a fruitless effort to get him to relent.

“fine, you wanna be a little cum slut so bad, huh? huh? get the fuck over here,” his voice is low and vicious as he pulls out and slaps your pussy as a means to get you up; and frankly it scares you, but the fear only rushes down to your pussy, making it unbearably painful to contain your arousal.

corio throws you onto your stomach, manhandling you like you’re an inanimate doll, forcing your chest to the mattress and your ass to the air. he proceeds to lick a long stripe, from the front to the back of your cunt, forcing a guttural moan from deep inside your chest.

you’re grateful for the position he’s put you in, your flushed expression hidden from corio, thankfully. his tongue is relentless in its sloppy, messy, fucking vilely arousing, pleasure it’s inflicting on you, and salty tears begin to well in your eyes at the overwhelming feeling of his hot muscle fucking in and out of you. worse, you’re powerless to get away—his strong, worked, arms confining your legs in only the position he wants them, another effort to control you.

it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to bestow upon you, with a loud, high-pitched, whine, your sweet, sweet cum drizzles onto corio’s tongue.

he laps it all up quickly and doesn’t miss a beat before shoving two, long, slim, digits into your already sopping cunt. you cry out, “can’t—ngh—fuck! no, no, i can’t, corio, please,” and all he can do is condescendingly coo at you. “oh, but i thought you wanted to cum? did you change your mind, poor bunny?”

his free hand tunnels through your legs and his pumping hand, drawing messy, pressured, deliberate, circled on your poor, swollen, bud.

all of a sudden, when you feel your third orgasm of the night approach, a certain pressure is building in… your bladder? “wait, corio, please, i have to pee!” you cry, but he doesn’t stop. “shh, it’s ok, it’s ok, let it out,” his voice is devastatingly gentle and kind, and you let out a strained sob before your pussy releases a watery splash, darkening your perfectly pink sheets.

“that’s a good girl. my good, good, girl,” he purrs, finally showing signs of stopping his torture on you. “you did so good, angel. so, so good for me, always.”

#.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ! #angelnon 🤍 #kai's got mail <3📑 #corio angel 🪽★ #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus x you #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #tom blyth smut #tom blyth #the hunger games #thg smut #thg #tbosas smut #tbosas #hehehehehe #this was a bit too silly of me i think.. #oops! 😋 #kaia writes coriolanus

[kageyamatobiyogurt]

haikyuu boys with an s/o who’s an artist - pt.4

a/n: ngl i almost forgot this series i had going on on here whoops. of coursE i had to do one of my favorite boys. 

part 1 part 2 part 3 

tendou satori and an s/o who draws digitally 

gosh you’re an enigma to him 

he’s been following your art account even before you two started dating awie- ofc he’s one of your consistently active followers

he even shares your stuff when you happen to draw fanart of shows he likes or fandoms he’s part of 

even your rougher sketches are amazing to him just because he knows you can take it in so many different directions 

he asked you so many questions when you two started dating 

somehow he always has more, he’s just curious to know what you have in mind and he wants to understand how art works a bit more too

even if he isn’t that good at it 

“wait so explain why you picked those colors again” so you explained how color theory works a little bit

“baby, how would you compare digital and traditional art? like, is one of the two actually easier or no?” if you ramble he’ll listen intently 

“oH so you can unify something by doing that?” so you show him the difference if you did it otherwise, “ohh, i see”

“babe how do you figure out those proportions since you’re skewing the angle?”

“so what’s the plan for this one, bub?” he’ll ask plopping down next to you 

he’ll watch you work if you’re comfortable with it, otherwise he totally understands if it’s a little too much pressure 

if you let him, you can lean into his chest while you two sit on the couch. he’ll just observe as you draw on your tablet 

maybe he rests his chin on your head occasionally 

he brings you small chocolates when you work, he’ll even feed them to you if he sees that familiar crease of concentration on your forehead 

he makes sure you don’t overwork yourself too 

“hey,” he announces, nudging his head into your vision, “you,” he goes, poking your shoulder, “have been working with your neck like that for two hours, cmon stretch with me or something” 

you let him use your tablet too if he wants, but he doesn’t really gravitate towards it because it’s many features are a little overwhelming

he’s not amazing at drawing but he leaves you post-its with these little quirky drawings all the time 

somehow they’re very much like his personality and he didn’t know that you actually keep all of them 

they’re these little jagged things with faces always full of expression 

they’re a little choppy sometimes but still endearing, very him 

when he tries to draw you he always puts this little sprout thing at the top of your head. why? neither of you have a clue but it’s adorable 

honestly at some point you liked the way they all had this consistent flatness to them and even asked him just to doodle and fill an entire background of one of your pieces 

baby was so surprised you wanted him to 

little did he know this was for a background of a drawing of him 

you just wanted to put his personality into it a bit more hehe

his voice is so small when he sees it, “you made me look too good”

“satori! it’s how i see you, you know”

you’d giggle if you didn’t see him tearing up, “aw baby!” you gush

he really did cry a little, a small sniffle here too, he was surprised you loved him this much

he gives you the tightest kiss afterwards, almost making you drop your tablet. he just placed it on the closet surface near you two before taking your face in his hands and leaning down to kiss you breathless <3

“iloveyou,” is murmured against your lips ah

#TENDOU SATORI #haikyuu tendou #hq tendou #haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #tendou headcanon #tendou scenario #tendou x reader #tendou x you #tendou x y/n #tendou fluff

[toges-wife]

Hello! Random ramble time i thought about! Some inumaki x non sorcerer! Reader, fluff. Hopefully tooth rotting fluff. You can agree or disagree how I portray his character, the important thing is the scene!

Now, imagine reader and toge had always been friends. Childhood friends. ( that eventually grows into a mutual crush) Because they were kids he ended up telling the truth to reader about why he doesn't speak ( you know kids are innocent) since then reader has been trying hard to understand him, quite obvious.

Time skip to somewhere when they are 12-13-ish. Now, imagine for some reason ( I will leave it to you, which reason) toge and reader goes to reader's house. In a moment while toge in reader's room, reader goes to another room in the house ( again, details up to you)

The important part is this scene. Toge is alone on reader's room. He sees a slightly opened drawer on reader's bed side table. He decided to check what's on it, just because.

He sees a very neatly kept notebook ( one of the few things that are in top notch condition), transparent-ish cover with a drawing as a cover. The cover? His cursed mark. Curious, he opens it. He sees a lot, but a lot of notes about what his words means. He checks the first page date, it's form when they were kids! He keeps looking through every note, what the combinations means, here and there he finds some notes about his ability in itself.

One of the notes calls his attention " it seems like it's ok for him to laugh or show emotions. Even though almost never does out loud.." he checks the date. They were kids.

Again he sees the same note on a different date. " it's really fine for him to laugh. I am glad I can make him laugh a bit! But I wish I could actually see it and hear it more often :c I really love his smile" and there are more notes!!

The boy breaks. He suddenly sees tears falling in the paper, he closes the notebook quickly but end up putting it close to his forehead and letting out small whimpers.

He is happy? Absolutely! But he cannot say he through reader things, that is not right... his thought process is cut when reader calls him and enters the room. He quickly tosses the notebook back in the drawer and gets up.

Upon seeing reader so happy calling for him he kind of breaks again. So he just hugs them. Tightly. Reader is confused asks if he is ok, they can feel little sniffles and shaking. Toge says he is fine and thank reader, ( on his own way, now he knows reader understand perfectly!)

Reader, confused asks why he is thanking them. He doesn't answer only hugs tighter. Reader chuckles and says " you are welcome?"

If the toge didn't had a crush on reader then, now he totally had. 10/10. Bonus points. Later when reader checks the notebook sees some stains and thinks " I can't believe I got this wet! How careless!" Reader keeps the notebook there, next to the bed to make notes all the time or to just revisit them.

Thank you for reading ❤ I am sorry this is painfully long ! But thanks ❤

This idea is just so adorable to begin with, and your writing is great.

I rate it 10/10 as all

Character portrayal: 10/10

Plot: 9.5/10 (i just think that they are still young as 12-13th and it would have been better to make it as more mature teens like 15/16 for them to know eachother for some time, otherwise it's optional for you to put it as u want- it's just my opinion [ps: I'm sorry])

Writing: 10/10 it's so good ngl

You really should write it and post it fr! It's q sweet idea <33

Note: i really hope that i can hear more from you <33

# ꒰ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ꒱ : anons #this is just so cute #tbh this is the first thing #i read as i woke up #it made my day <333 #inumaki #jujutsu kaisen #anime #jjk inumaki #inumaki fluff #inumaki toge #inumaki to/ge #toge inumaki #jjk

[myelocin]

life and death | matsukawa i.

synopsis: here’s the truth about fear. it comes to you when you think you’re at the farthest from death. you learning about issei’s fear and you do so with his face in between your hands, and your heartbeat against his ear. 

characters: matsukawa issei, you

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, issei crying lmao. tw: talks about death. 

wc: 1500+

a/n: issei prob has it rough ngl

you think that fear is supposed to feel a certain way, but your truth is that it’s a range of the black, the white, and every shade of grey in between.

you recall that issei talked to you once, after his first day on the job, about how incredibly tragic death is. he was curled up beside you in bed, at five pm, where he had the blinds drawn so the darkness in the room could somehow emulate the safety he found at night.

truth be told, it’s the first you’ve seen him like it. a little bit broken before, yes; some bruises at the cheeks after life punches him hard, sure. but crawled up next to you with his head in your lap was a new sight. looking at him like this: where issei’s way past broken and distraught, crying into your lap a little too softly for it to be called a sob, has your heart cracking into an unfamiliar kind of pattern.

to you, matsukawa issei had always triumphed over his fears. a witty joke after a heartbreak, a heartfelt sigh after a lost game. for as long as you’ve loved him he was always, always light.

“what do you fear?” he asks you out of the blue, and when he turns his head and faces you peering down at him, in his eyes do you see his craving for comfort.

“bugs,” you answer immediately.

issei chuckles, then sniffles a little bit before he reaches up and wipes the accumulated tears on his eyes with the heels of his palm. “other than bugs.”

“do you want me to say death?” you ask, patiently.

“i want you to say the truth.”

“i fear that i am not afraid of death,” you then say, giving him your truth.

“but wouldn’t that mean that you’d just live life fearlessly?” issei questions.

“that means i am living life too recklessly.”

you smile, smoothing away the strands of his hair that stuck a little too wildly on his face before you lean down and press a quick kiss to his forehead. he sniffles again, so when you part, you laugh and squeeze his cheeks in between your hands.

“what’s this about?”

at your question, issei looks faraway again. a tap to his cheek has his eyes refocusing back and you smile, because you know he’s brought back down to earth. his eyes soften as if to say thank you.

“at work earlier,” he begins, and his lips tremble in the very slightest. “i had to escort a kid for a viewing. he was only eleven or ten or something—fuck, i don’t know.”

when your open palm settles against his cheek, he leans in and reaches forward with one hand so that he keeps your warmth in place. you stare at him, so he continues. “he had no one else with him. i think uncle dropped him off then bolted. he was staring at his parents dead inside a casket. kid didn’t even cry—just asked where they were gonna go.”

“what did you tell him?” you ask.

issei runs his hands over his face, just as a fresh cry escapes his throat. the silence in the room hangs like the portraits on a wall. they watch, with baited breath, as issei lets his aches escape his body.

“i couldn’t tell him shit, because i don’t know shit.”

“that’s okay,” you reassure.

“i know that,” issei smiles. “it will be, in time, for him. but that made me realize that there’s always gonna be that one person who’s there after you go. and that shit’s terrifying.”

“you could be that person’s whole world or just a speck of it, but they’re left when you go. i can’t fucking deal with it if you go—“ he finishes, spiraling.

“i’m here now, though.”

“all we will ever have is the now, ‘sei,” you add as an afterthought, speaking softly as you move your hand up and swipe away the longer strands of the waves that dangle in front of his eyes. when your knuckles brush against his forehead, you smile at the warmth of his skin.

the now, you smile again, because there is really no other truth than that. the past was once a now, and you know that the future will be that as well.

you’re quick to see the retaliation that issei wants to say before he could even get the words out, so you beat him to the punch instead. “if you keep thinking about it too much, time’s gonna pass you by real quick.”

“but when either of us goes—“

“then whoever goes first will just have to wait a bit before meeting up again wherever the next destination is,” you answer with a tone of finality, cutting him off.

“you’re letting yourself spiral, sei’.”

then with patience, you watch as issei crumbles even further in front of you. “it’s just,” he begins, leaning his head back as the tears pool and slide down his cheeks again. “i just didn’t expect that it would be this fucking hard.”

instead of saying anything, you choose to keep your silence. you keep issei’s hands held warm and tight against yours, your thumb automatically reaching out to draw circles around the back of his palm. slowly, you watch him as he gathers his composure and rebuilds himself for a few seconds before crumbling, then regaining that same composure once again.

the idea of death had always been just a thought that even if it were to come—it wouldn’t happen in the moment. to be face to face with it, on the other hand, that was a different case. and issei, you note, even if he held himself together stronger than others you know in the field, even he has his moments too.

moments where more than ever, you see how unapologetically human he just is.

a human who cries in the face of death, because the other side was still a haze that you couldn’t see past the fog that is the void in between.

“let’s just live in the now, issei,” you tell him again, reaching forward and cupping his face, wiping the steady flow of tears on his cheeks. they keep coming despite his attempts at sniffling and controlling himself, but you suppose you don’t mind. the now, for the both of you is really just this. it’s the tender moment where even if you aren’t face to face with death just yet—you’re instead face to face with the fear that comes with it.

and the truth, you think, will always be as raw as the emotions that come with it.

“are you afraid?” you ask, voice soft, and eyes speaking of patience.

issei nods, closing his eyes again as his head drops in your hands, his shoulders sagging and body slumped. “i’m fucking terrified.”

“and that’s okay,” you answer him, leaning forward to press your forehead against his. with eyes closed, you imagine the contours of his face that is in no doubt in a state of grief in front of you.

his cheeks are warm against the palms of your hand, and when he sighs, you smile to yourself. the now, you remind yourself is also this very moment too: life.

“we’ll always be scared if we keep thinking about anything that isn’t the now, issei, so just breathe and live a day at a time. and if you can’t do that just yet, then let’s settle on a minute at a time. that’s okay too.”

when you tug at his arm to lay beside you, you smile when you feel him rest his head on your chest instead of the pillow on his side of the bed. you reach down, stroking his hair then eventually moving down to rub circles on his back.

issei heaves another sigh as he closes his eyes, ignoring the thoughts of the hours that passed and instead just trying to focus what his now is.

a smile blossoms across his face when he hears a heartbeat.

your heartbeat.

and in the minute he decides to finally let go and lose himself in, he understands what his now is. it’s this, here with you, in the darkness of the four walls he calls home. your hands warm against his back, breaths audible as you inhale and exhale. it’s your heartbeat, issei thinks.

the now is life.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader angst #matsukawa issei #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa issei scenarios #matsukawa issei angst #matsukawa issei imagines #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa #matsukawa scenarios #matsukawa imagines #mattsun #mattsun x reader #mattsun scenarios #mattsun imagines #mattsun angst

[kbuggg3]

JC Caylen Imagine: “Don’t Be Sorry”

Today's has been a pretty eventful day to say the least. While my boyfriend JC was out with some old friends who came into town to visit him, me and my dad got into a fight... again.

But the thing that hurts the most is not only is this the 4th time in a row he's been caught, but I'm the one that keeps witnessed it. Your probably wonder "the 4th time? Why do you keep falling for his bullshit?"

Welp. He's my dad. I'm not just gonna give up on him completely. When we would catch him doing something he would let fake tears fall from his eyes as he was apologizing to us and we would forgive him.

And then we'd catch him again, he'd apologize, we'd forgive him. It was an endless cycle. But this time I knew I can't get my hopes up to high anymore.

My mom always told me it takes years to build trust and seconds to destroy it. I felt that. He didn't only ruin my trust with him, but my trust with everyone else. I let everything that happened get to my head and now I have major trust issues. With the exception of one person.

JC Caylen

Before i met JC my life was pretty miserable. I lived in Florida with my mom and my older sister. After my mom and dad got divorced, my family slowly started going down hill.

My dad was barely in the picture due to his constant sneaking around as he was hooking up with random people and getting drunk and being so lazy that he never even bothered covering his tracks, allowing us to discover his dirty little secrets for ourselves.

My poor brother was clueless. Had no idea what his own father was doing behind his back and we didn't bother telling him because 1.) he was a very sensitive boy at the time and 2.) he looked to my dad for everything. My dad was his role model.

After awhile of all of this, my sister was diagnosed with depression. Not too severe but even the smallest bit can make you feel like shit. And as for me, I struggled with self love. Because I didn't really have a good male figure on my life I looked to guys for verification.

But after i spent a week with him and the rest of the O2l house at Vidcon i felt like my life was finally picking up. Fast forward a couple years and my sisters depression is gone, my brother grew up to be an amazing dad of 2 kids, and as for me, i stopped looking for verification in guys and me and JC started dating.

We've been dating for 2 years now and he has been nothing but amazing. I love him so much and I know he loves me. Ever since we've started dating people have been telling me they've never seen me so happy before or they've never seen me smile or laugh that much before.

I just wished he was here to comfort me right now. I haven't told him what happened yet. I didn't wanna ruin his day. He was hanging out with some old friends of his who flew down to visit him.

I wasn't gonna burden him with my stupid family issues while he was out with his friends. I turned on a random disney movie and began to watch as I continued to cry at random times when the old memories would pop up in my mind.

I would squeeze my eyes shut and burry my head in my pillow trying to make them stop but they never went away, no matter how hard i tried. Eventually I decided enough was enough. I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to call JC. I grabbed the phone and went to his name in my contacts. I dried my tears and took a few deep breaths to stop myself from crying so he wouldn't notice and be too worried.

After attempting to recollect myself, i pressed call, holding the phone up to my ear as i heard it ring. A few seconds later the line picked up and i heard his sweet voice on the other end.

"What's up baby." JC said in a super deep voice cause you to giggle only slightly.

"Hey JC. Um, I was just wondering when you were gonna be home?"

"Is my girl missing me already?"

"What do mean already you've been gone for hourrrrsssss." She groaned causing him to chuckle.

"I know baby I'm sorry. I'll actually be home soon."

I sighed with relief before responding, "Thank god!"

"Is everything ok (y/n)?"

Shit. Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry.

She sniffles a little and swallowed hard.

"Y-ya baby why do you ask?" My breath was uneven and he could tell.

"No no. Your not ok. I'm coming over right now."

Don't mess this up (y/n) he's having fun. Don't ruin his day.

"JC it's fine. I'm gonna be ok. Just go hang out with your friends. Have fun!"

"Gonna be?!"

I pulled back and cringed at my own words. Shouldn't have said that.

"Gonna be ok??? (y/n) what happened???" JC exclaimed again. She sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"JC I'm-"

Tell him your fine. He's with his friends. He doesn't need this right now.

Tell him what you tell everyone else in your life. Your fine.

"It's my dad again." I said with tears in my eyes.

What the fuck (y/n)! How could you?!

He can tell by my voice I was crying.

"Fuck. Baby I'm coming over right now." He side sternly. Was he mad?

"N-no JC it's ok really I-"

"No! (y/n) it's not ok! Baby he's put you through so much shit and I'm tired of it! You don't deserve that! You nor your family!" He began to shout a little and it caused her to cry harder. Not because I'm scared of him. But because he cared so much and that meant the world to her. He's the only one who gets it.

He did a deep sigh and you already knew he was running his hands through his hair and pacing, something he did when he was stressed, nervous, or in this case pissed off.

"I'm coming over. I'll be there in a few just hang on ok?"

At first no words were spoken. She didn't want to agree because she still felt bad about burdening him with it. But she was going to lose her fucking mind if he wasn't holding her ASAP so she finally spoke a barely audible "ok".

Immediately the phone call was ended. (y/n)'s phone slid out of her hand and onto the floor. She sat there curled up on her bed for awhile, staring blankly at the floor as her head was leaned on the head rest.

The thoughts and images filled her head again and she began to cry and cry and cry. "Go away." She whispered with quivering lips. "Go away!"

Not too long after the phone call she heard keys rattling as whoever was on the other side, who she assumed was JC, tried to open the door. She then heard footsteps quickly going up the stairs.

Her teary eyes slowly looked up to the door and saw the door knob slowly being turned, then the door opened revealing her boyfriend. In her mind she was smiling, finally being able to see him, but on the outside she unintentionally showed the opposite.

They made eye contact and (y/n) saw the sympathetic look on JC's face. She hated it when people would look at her like that and he knew it. He just couldn't help it. It makes her feel weak and helpless even tho those are the exact words that describe her in this moment.

When she saw the look on his face she quickly looked away, turning her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut as more tears slipped down her cheeks, slightly embarrassed by her fragile appearance.

She felt the bed beside her dip down meaning JC was now sitting next to her on the bed.

"Baby..."

JC gently touched her chin and moved it to where her eyes had nowhere else to look but his.

"I... I am so sorry."

After looking into his beautiful brown eyes, (y/n) finally gave in and buried her face in his shoulder as she sat in his lap in a straddle like position.

Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and the more she cried the tighter she would hold on. In return JC would squeeze her back, both arms wrapped around her waist. He then began to run his hand through her hair and draw small circles on her back in a soothing motion.

JC continued to whisper little nothings in her ear as she gripped his shirt that was soaked with her tears.

"You don't deserve this."

"None of this is your fault."

"You're an amazing girl."

"You're my amazing girl."

After a few minutes or so of them sitting in silence, JC asked her if she wanted to lay down and cuddle while they watched a movie. (y/n) could only nod her head as they repositioned themselves to where she was laying on JC's stomach with her face still buried in his chest. He put on her favorite Disney movie "Finding Nemo" hoping it would encourage her to lift her head and hopefully help calm her.

When she heard the music play softly from the TV she slowly and hesitantly lifted her head from JC's chest as she positioned her head to where she could see the movie displayed on the large screen. JC smiled at her and kissed the top of her head. Occasionally throughout the movie he would rub her back soothingly, play with her hair, and give her kisses on the top of her head or forehead, causing (y/n) to smile slightly.

"Thank you... Seriously," (y/n) said quietly. He was surprised at first, judging by the fact that neither of them have said a word to each other for about an hour (not in a rude way of course but because there was no need for words. They just needed time to think and relax). "No problem, baby. I love you so so much."

(y/n) look up at him, resting her chin on his chest. He noticed how the red puffiness in her eyes went down and there was not a tear in sight, causing his heart to warm and a smile to make its way across his face. "I love you too." They shared a short but sweet kiss and went to sleep cuddled up in their bed as "Finding Nemo" continued to play and lull them into a deep and peaceful sleep.

ngl I hate writing sad stuff (unless y’all request it obvi) but I got this idea and couldn’t get it out of my head so you’re welcome. If you have any requests and/or feedback let me know plz! Love y'all💋                                                                                                                                 ~Kbug :)

#jc #jc caylen #jc x reader #jc caylen x reader #knj #kian and jc

[rudysrings]

Someday Soon

A/N: So the blog I started for my atla writing isn’t showing up in the tags. big sad. i’ll just put them on my main i guess. guess i write for atla now oop. I’ll write for pretty much anybody bc I do be a simp for atla and lok. Also the title sucks bc this is something i just wrote when it was simping for zuko hours, and i just felt like posting.

Warnings: er angst and fluff and allusions to sex i guess? it’s pretty PG ngl...

this gif is super overused but don’t lie you love it : D ;)

Okie here we go!

You found yourself seeking out the banished prince, despite the Gaang’s instant rejection of him. It had been too long since you had seen him, spoken with him, touched him.

You surprisingly felt no anger anymore, only sorrow for what you had lost. You knew nothing would ease that pain other than the presence of the boy himself.

You were grateful to Toph for understanding, for showing you the way and leaving you to speak alone.

He was asleep when you found him. You were surprisingly unprepared for that outcome.

Unsure about waking him, you simply sat a few feet away in the cave, drawing your legs close to your chest as you shivered in the cold of the night. You must have been there for no more than a few moments when you felt Zuko pull you towards him. “Hey,” he greeted, pulling you into his warm embrace. You could tell that he had done so because he had seen you freezing half to death.

It was so easy, the two of you alone in that little cave, for you to pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist, that the harsh history between you was simply a bad dream.

You’d never felt so weak as you did then, not even when you were imprisoned, beaten down and your very identity ripped away. Because even then, you had known good from evil. But now, you were at war with yourself, unable to draw the line with his amber eyes melting away every ounce of your defiance.

Zuko held you close, but didn’t make any sudden moves, both out of awareness of your fragile disposition and out of pure respect for you. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel obligated to do something you would regret. Not that you would ever be so easily manipulated by anyone, but as selfish as it was, he secretly hoped that he made you as vulnerable as you made him.

You released a breath, not meeting his eyes as you straddled him timidly, the blush clear on your cheeks and neck. You were too absorbed in yourself to notice the same flush present on him.

“I wish I could just wake up from this nightmare,” you whispered. “This nightmare where you’re the bad guy, and you’ve hurt me in every way you can, and we can never be the same again.”

Zuko didn’t know why you were sharing this with him, opening yourself up after all this time, but he sure wasn’t complaining; he greedily licked up any piece of yourself you gifted him with.

“You’d think it would be easy to hate you, but Zuko,” you finally looked up at him, taken slightly aback by the emotion in his eyes. This was hurting him as much as it was you. “I just can’t seem to let you go.”

Zuko let a tear fall, blinking quickly as he spoke, “I-I don’t want you to let me go. Please. Everyone else except you and Uncle have already given up on me...just when I’m finally figuring out my destiny. And after what I’ve done to Uncle, he must hate me. I don’t--I need--as selfish as it is, I need your forgiveness. I can never take back what I did to you. I regret it every day. I understand if-if you can’t--”

The sight of your prince carrying all this guilt, feeling so alone and pleading with you for your forgiveness touched something within you that you thought you had managed to bury deep within yourself. Surging forward, you quieted that voice you adored so much with a kiss, drawing an mmph! from Zuko.

But he didn’t miss a beat, instantly winding around you on instinct, his mouth sliding over yours in just the right way, his hot tongue reminding you just how much you loved doing this.

You pulled away abruptly, afraid you’d forget what you were going to say if you let yourself get lost in him.

He looked up at you in question, his lips red and beautifully swollen from your kisses. “I forgive you, Zuko.” You felt a piece shift into place in your own heart as you said those words, a weight relieving itself from your chest.

You felt Zuko’s entire body sag with relief, his eyes twinkling with emotion, his lips parted in disbelief. “Spirits, I’m falling all in you...all over again,” Zuko said, his hot breath tickling your face.

His words encouraged your next move. You wound your arms around his neck, sliding forward on his lap to where you were chest to chest.

It seemed that even the moon didn’t want to encroach on your intimate moment, the moonlight somehow fading away, the infamous bright gold of Zuko’s eyes the only thing you could see clearly in the darkness of the cave.

You leaned back into him, your mouths colliding again. Your hands began to wander, slipping beneath his robe, seeking out the familiar contours you loved so dearly.

As your fingers began untying the knot that held his robes together, Zuko tensed, feeling the moment change as your focus shifted.

Zuko pulled away, dropping his lips to your ear to whisper, “Hey, hey, hey, slow down, y/n.”

You immediately stopped, your hands drawing back into yourself. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Zuko. I wanted--and I thought you wanted--”

Zuko chuckled, shaking his head. He brought your forehead to his, his eye glittering with mischief as he reassured you. “Trust me, angel, with you, I always want to.”

You blushed, unable to help the joy that filled your smile at his flattery. “But then, why…?” You trailed off.

“Why am I torturing myself?” Zuko asked, his expression full of mirth.

You nodded, smiling at his sudden lightheartedness. You had a feeling it might have something to do with getting your forgiveness. It had truly lightened his soul.

“Because even though I really, really, really want to, and you need to trust me on that, if we’re ever going to get on the right path again, I doubt this is the right way to start off?” He asked, as if looking for your input, too.

Your shoulders dropped in realization. You smiled inwardly at his forethought; he must really care. Tears pricked your eyes. “You’re completely right, Zuko.”

You began to feel the weight of the emotional day you had had, pushing you down into Zuko’s chest as you felt the hot tears stream down your face, and you tried to stifle the noises escaping your mouth.

Zuko didn’t need to ask. He simply knew. You had always been good at reading each other, and Zuko knew you were bound to break sooner or later. While he admired your strength to no end, what really made Zuko fall in love with you was your ability to be vulnerable with him with such ease.

That didn’t mean he enjoyed seeing you cry.

He held you tightly, his hands trembling as he tried his best to comfort you, his face buried in your sweet-smelling hair and his own tears slipping out of his tightly shut eyes. He wished he could just say the words. He loved you. He loved you like in all the magical stories his mother would read to him when he was small, like his Uncle had loved his late wife, like the moon loved the tide--he loved you. The words tore at his chest from the inside, but he kept them caged inside.

As the sun rose on the two of you, and your sobs turned into sniffles, Zuko pressed one more kiss to your quivering lips, somehow saying everything you needed to hear. He loved you. He wouldn’t say it just yet, but you knew. He had always loved you. The two of you always found each other in spite of the odds, and you had found each other once again. This time, Zuko was determined to keep you together; it was time he put you first. As he lay his head against the stone wall of the cave, holding you to his steady heartbeat, Zuko felt hopeful. “We’ll be okay, angel.” Someday soon.

#plese don't cancel me i know this was hella unedited and a sucky piece to start with but it was in the moment #zuko #zuko imagine #zuko imagines #zuko x reader #zuko x reader imagines #zuko x y/n #atla imagine #atla imagines #atla #zuko self-insert

[yandere--stuck]

Bro ngl Yandere Tom Nook got me feelin a certain way

Me too doe,,,,

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Stepping inside Nook's Homes, you let out a breath of relief. The past few weeks had been absolute havoc, and you had been stretched to your very limit. It seemed that every day, the citizens of your town had gotten more and more… Needy? You frowned at your own thoughts. Just thinking about your townsfolk in a negative way made you kick yourself internally, but still… It wasn't exactly untrue. Even Isabelle was acting odd.

And that's why you found yourself here.

"Ah, hello, Mayor!" Tom greeted you, giving you a wave.

You flushed, smiling proudly at the title as you waved back. Everyday, you felt as though you were more and more fit for being mayor! ... And felt like less of a fraud.

"Good to see you, Mr. Nook." You smiled softly at the tanooki as you moved toward the front desk.

Huh. Lyle wasn't here. You supposed it must be his day off. Though, you couldn't remember the otter EVER leaving his post before, even on holidays. Shrugging the thought off, you took a seat by the counter.

"Like I've said, Mayor, just Tom is fine," The tanooki said, sitting on the opposite side. "We are friends, are we not?"

"Right." You nodded.

"Yes, yes," The tanooki clasped his paws together. "So, how can I be of service? Did you want to further expand your lovely home?"

"No, it's not that," You bit your lip. "I… I need advice."

"Advice?" Tom blinked.

"Yeah, you see, I've been having some, uh, trouble in town as of late."

The shop owner quirked his head. "I think Isabelle would be far more qualified to help you in that aspect than me."

You bounced your knee nervously. "You see… She's part of the problem."

The tanooki's eyes widened in surprise, giving you the go ahead to explain.

"Everyone's been so… Needy, as of late. Isabelle included. They're all so snippy and angry to each other. And… And maybe if it were over anything else, I'd have an answer or solution, but I don't. Because… The problem is me."

"How on earth could it be your fault?" Tom suddenly stood,  appearing outraged. "You're the best mayor the town's ever had."

"Thank you," You mumbled. "But… It's that they're all fighting over me! Over who's my favorite, who deserves to spend the most time with me, who loves me the most! It's crazy! And I don't know how to fix it, because Isabelle's just as bad as them!...

I- I don't know what to do, Tom…" You finished, begint to sniffle as you buried your face in your hands.

"Oh, poor thing…" Tom's face fell, eyebrows furrowing. The tanooki came around, crouching to take you into his arms, comforting you with a hug.

It felt so nice to be hugged. Nice, soft physical touch, rather than paws and claws and talons grabbing you and pulling you one way or another, trying to take you for themselves. They'd all probably throw a fit if they all saw you and Tom like this… But, that didn't matter right now. All that mattered was this moment.

You sighed contentedly as you felt Tom nuzzle you. Before the Tanooki pulled away, he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.

You smiled softly as Tom pulled away, the tanooki turning about to fiddle with the door. You supposed he wanted to draw the conversation to a close, but you didn't mind. And you had already taken up enough of his time as it was!

Maybe all you needed was some reassurance and sympathy and a hug? Just something to let you know that there was someone there for you, someone to turn to in your time of need to give you the strength to go on. Yeah. Yeah, you could do this. You could fix this, and everything will be okay-

You were drawn out of your thoughts as you realized Tom was watching you. Just, staring.

"Oh, sorry, Tom," You flushed. "Did you want me to get out of your fur, heh?"

Tom's eyes crinkled in amusement. "Quite the opposite, my dear Mayor."

You quirked a brow in confusion, watching as the tanooki moved to reveal the entrance was... Locked? He had locked from the inside with a key. That was strange… It wasn't like that the last time you visited him, and most doors didn't lock from the inside like that.

As though he had had it purposefully changed.

The tanooki chuckled to himself. You began to back away. You didn't like this…

"Tom?" You spoke.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about everyone in town is arguing over who your favorite is," Tom explained. "When I am clearly your favorite."

What…?

No. No, no, no, no. Not him, too.

The tanooki slowly approached you as you continued to back away, leading you further and further away from the possibility of escape.

"I think you deserve a vacation, Mayor,  you've been working so hard, after all." Tom spoke softly. "You should spend that time with the people you love. The people who love you... You should stay with me-"

No...!

"-I'll take good care of you, Mayor. Yes, yes."

#yandere x reader #animal crossing x reader #acnl x reader #tom nook x reader #yandere animal crossing #animal crossing new leaf #animal crossing #tom nook animal crossing #new leaf #new leaf x reader #yandere #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere scenario #long post

[jougogo]

tsukki, iwa, daichi, kuroo, sakusa, akaashi, and shibayam with an s/o who’s afraid of needles getting a flu shot

a/n: wrote this in honor of me getting of me getting my flu shot yesterday and NOT CRYING FOR THE FIRST TIME WOW WE LOVE GROWTH

characters: tsukishima kei, hajime iwaizumi, sawamura daichi, kuroo tetsuro, sakusa kiyoomi, akaashi keiji, shibayama yuuki

tw: mentions of needles

tsukishima

"kei, i don't like needles," you whined

"well, you still have to get them. are you really this weak? i thought you were stronger," he responded nonchalantly

ok that pissed you off

"HMPHH I'LL PROVE IT TO YOU" 

but once you were on the seat with the shiny syringe right in front of you?

all that confidence was g o n e 

"remember, you said you'd prove it to me." he smirked

you gulped and shut your eyes tightly

you could've sworn you felt his hand rest on your thigh as the shot was administered

you don't know what you were expecting, but the sting was only momentary and within a couple seconds, you were finished.

"ouch." you quietly yelped.

"see, you were just being a dramatic. tsk, weakling," he flicked your forehead

nurse looked kinda concerned ngl

but afterwards he'll carry your bags for you and open the doors bc he's proud

"good job, my weakling,"

"tsukki istg"

iwaizumi

iwa knew about your fear of needles

he found out when he noticed you grip the pushpin tightly between your fingers everytime you have to pin sticky notes to the corkboard you had above your desk

so when it was flu shot season, he'll def volunteer to get it done together w you

iwa bby being such a gentlemen gahh i cant

i can see oikawa as someone who was prob also afraid of needles, so iwa knew how to handle situations like this

"iwa-chan but they're pricking my arm and i'm gonna be numb how am i going to practice volley-"

 b o n k 

"get over it brattykawa"

jkjk he'll be so gentle and patient with you

"hey hey it's okay, dont look at the needle. look at me" he turned your face towards his, cupping your cheek to prevent you from seeing the syringe from your peripheral vision

you gazed into his pretty green eyes. 

oh, how they resembled a lush rainforest, full of tropical plants and-

before you could even realize it, the needle jabbed into your tender arm

"ouch," you groaned, leaning your head against his muscled chest.

"see, you did it!" he congratulated you, his lips curving into a small smile as he patted your head

he rolled up the sleevs of his t-shirt to reveal gloriously toned beefy biceps as the nurse administered his flu shot

ok this view is def worth the pain

as expected, he took it like a champ. manz didn't even tense up

afterwards he'll take you out for ice cream hehe

daichi 

when you confessed to daichi about your fear, he was so confused

"but i see you sewing stuff all the time?"

"dai that's different im not sticking the needle in my body bro"

ohhh ok ok now he gets it

he'll be so supportive the entire time!

"hey, i know you'll do great, okay? you're the bravest person i've ever met. you dont think a little thin piece of metal will get to you, do you baby?" he whispered reassuring words into your ear and brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face

when it was time for the nurse to give you the shot, you curled your body towards him ever-so-slightly

but he noticed and he thought it was the cutest thing

"hey, i'll protect you, don't worr-" he was cut off

you were gripped his shirt tightly in your fist and wincing at the pain

"ow ow ow" you mumbled into his shoulders as you felt the sting

"you're doing so good, sweetheart," he ran his hand up and down your back, attempting to sooth you

when it's all finally over he'll drive you over to his place so he can cuddle and "protect" you from the scary movie he very conveniently insisted on playing.

kuroo

"babe, you know you have to get your flu shot. what if you accidentally pass a deadly flu to my grandpa? you'd have to stop coming over to my house,"

your loving boyfriend kuroo was currently trying to get you to release your tight grip from the front door of your house

"i don't want to get your grandpa sick, but i don't want to have a needle poke me," you wailed, tears flowing down your cheek

he got tired and just carried you in his strong arms to the car and drove to the hospital, despite your protests

"THIS IS KIDNAPPING TETSU, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME," you screamed

he just whistled and rolled down the windows so everyone can hear

ofc, you shut up right then and there

"i'll get you back for this," you hissed

once you got to the hospital, you had no other choice but to oblige to kuroo as he dragged you through the halls to the vaccination rooms

the nurse was kind, but your heart was pounding

"te-tetsu, will you hold my hand" you whimpered when the nurse went to retrieve the tray

"of course, babygirl", he replied, putting his hands on top of your trembling ones

his large hands completely enveloped yours

when the nurse pricked the syringe into your arm, he squeezed your hands

"see, that wasn't too bad, right?"

"yeah, whatever" *sniffle sniffle*

also the type to take you for ice cream afterwards.

sakusa

"you may not come near me until you have received your flu shot," your beloved boyfriend declared

"omi omi but i need you. and also we were just cuddling this morning bruh" you pouted. "please please please will you come with me" *cue the puppy eyes*

"fine" he grunted. 

at the hospital he refuses to sit next to you, insisting that he stands def not bc he's concerned abt the germs on the seat

when you froze upon seeing the needle, he put one of his big hands on your shoulder

"you can hold my hand," 

"really?"

"don't make me take it back"

"okie"

you put your other hand on top of his, your arm draping across your body

his fingers intertwined around yours and clasped it when you winced at the pain

he'll draw you a bath when you get home and wash your body for you!!

so sweet and loving 10/10 experience

akaashi

you were currently hiding under a desk

specifically, the doctor's desk

"my love. it's no use if you hide, we're already here," akaashi sighed

he spent the last 2 hours dragging you to the nearest clinic for a flu shot

"you need to protect yourself so you don't get hurt," he had explained calmly

only for you, his sassy s/o to retort

"so why are you dragging me to a clinic just so i can get punctured by a needle? isn't that like, pain? which im supposed to protect myself from?"

someone help this poor bby boy

but somehow he had managed to lure you into the clinic

"alright. this is the last level i have to conquer. and then everything should be fine again" he thought to himself.

just the shot. just a lil pinch. right?

w r o n g

you were hysterical and sobbing

frankly, he felt really bad. but this had to happen at some point, right? after all, your fear of needles had started since you were a child. he was bound to have experienced something like this, as your dutiful boyfriend

he actually felt really bad

so he turned to the method that has worked for him time and time again to sooth his anxiety

"here, play with my fingers, it'll distract you" he reached out his hand to you and helped you out from under the desk

it worked!!

when the nurse came back, he rubbed the back of your hand,  a silent "im here for you"

definitely lots of comfort and cuddles afterward!

"see, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

shibayama

the syringe was right in front of you and the nurse was currently disinfecting your arm with the alcohol wipe.

when he saw you tense up at the touch, he'll whisper lots of reassuring words into your ears 

"hey. you got this, i promise! it'll just be a little sting, and the pain is only temporary."

when he saw tears welling up in your eyes, he'll swipe them away with his thumb, caressing your cheeks.

"make me proud," 

how could you say no to his puppy eyes?? 

"i'll try, yuuki," you sniffled

he put his hand on your shoulder, gently drumming his fingers to the tune of your favorite song to help distract you

his other hand rubbing your palm

after everything's done, he'll give the bandaid little kisses!! 

awwww he's trying to kiss ur pain away my sweet baby

he wants you to know that even through pain, he'll be there by your side.

will take you out for ice cream pt.3

tags!!: @aka-a-shii (anna thank you for getting me into writing i hope i did akaashi justice), @toshisgarden (ily big sis mwah) @gigis-galaxy(bc ILY GIGI)

#the fact the 80% of these are based on my past experiences... #i-this is embarrassing #haikyū!! #haikyuu!! #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu tsukishima #iwaizumi x reader #hq iwaizumi #daichi x you #daichi headcanon #kuroo x you #kuroo headcanons #hq sakusa #sakusa #akaashi #akaashi x you #haikyuu shibayama #shibayama

[uwuowotf2waslife]

how would the mercs react to finding out their s/o has an eating disorder

im not an psychologist neither ever had an eating disorder, please correct me if my headcanons are incorrect/ biased

TW: eating disorders

Scout

a lowkey headcanon for me is that he is bullimic, he is an extremely insecure young man who strives to be the best he physically can because he needs that validation from the mirror and whatever chick theres is at the chicken place

-he is aware of it quite early in the relationship, call it a gut instict or maybe guilt because he sees his behavior on you and he doesnt like it

-he tries to bring it up but fails, he can’t bring himself to do it, if he does hes a big hypocrite.

-one day he will take a deep breathe in, take you ona nice stroll on the field when its the fighting is done for the day and opens you up with his struggles to get you to open up, will probably cry and hug stammering how seeing you refusing to eat/ vomiting food hurts him and he wants both of you to change before something bad happens to either of you

Soldier

-he isn’t that dense, a good soldier must have some good perception of his sorroundings

-he notices your behavior

-que him tryingto force you to eat all your food and not throw it back up, he  isn’t a very comforting person but if you explain your side or why you act like this he will cuddle you and try to make it up

Pyro

-they notice somewhat fast- how you refuse to eat Engies fried chicken or always take a sandwich but never finish it

-they can’t comprehent it so he goes to the two people he trust the most : Engie and Medic, Medic being the more qualified one will explain to them what is an eating disorded, why is caused and how can you help someone that suffers from it

-ngl they will struggle, but will choke you with affection if they see you finnaly eating a whole piece of chicken or actually gain some weight

Engie

-he notices somewhat late, my mans being busy with his creations

-but he isnt completely oblivious,he notices some small things and have a suspicion something is up

-probably will try to confort you about it. He isnt a doctor but he has all the time in the world for you to spill your guts out, oneof the rare moments he gets his goggles off and cuddles your sad away

Demo

-he knows something is up with you but he doesnt know how to approach you

-probably will let slip it up if he gets too wasted and you are around

-if you bring it up, he will apologise and try to phrase his worries, he loves your body but he doesnt want you to suffer, hell he has a semi beergut, he doesnt care about your weight, he only cares about your wellbeing, if it means to gain a few pounds, then so be it

Heavy

-notices the fastest of the mercs

-somewhat weirded out(  he lived basically in constant famine so he doesnt understant the whole notion of it but gets that certain role models arent the healthiest they can be)

-will keep a closer eye at you and try to make you undestand he knows, and he cares. He is the tallest and the fattest of the mercs, do you seriously think he cares about weight? fat is good for him, please for the love of christ eat something and hell actually sniffle a bit

Medic

-knows it already, medical charts cant lie

-he will sityou down and have a long argument about how eating disorders are harmful both for the body and the mind ( he is a doctor) but as a boyfriend, heis at a loss

-he himself knows isnt the perfection of mental health, but he also knows his the only actually qualified to help you treat this disorder and banish it from your life. Will cuddle you a bit tighter every night , will leave some kisses up your neck if he feels you are “softening up”

Sniper

- again a man who starves himself on the regular, not because of a disorder but because he drinks so much damn coffe his stomach is always fueled up by caffeine and ciggarete smoke

-but his draws the line when he actually sees your entire spine poking outwhile you change one day in his camper

-his at a loss, at one side he doesnt know how to approach itin a respecfull way, on the other it scares him’ you look like a starved dog. Probably will break down and through tears tell you to stop starving yourself, just please for him, he wants his roo to be fine, he can’t live without you. Please, he is begging you with all his heart

Spy

(i lowkey headcanon him to be anorexic, have you seen his legs? my boy has those chicken legs )

-he is a very smart man( think he is ) and he sees the signs of a eating disorder appearing on his S/O

-being the noob of non-professional non-espionage human interaction he is, he will let it happen for a while, just to see how it will evolve

-if things get out of hang he will take you in his smoking room and have a long, long argument about your behavior. He really doesnt want to insult or baby you but he is litteraly shaking. In the end he breaks down and just holds you in his arms, you can feel his heart beating like he has run a race and he is trembling, he knows the long of the recovery is a long one but he is here for you...may open about his issue and have another couple bonding experience over eating disorders

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 imagines #tf2 x reader #tf2 fandom #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #tf2 pyro #tf2 heavy #tf2 demo #tf2 soldier #so #all #eating disorder #comfort

[hidden-otaku-stuff]

Bokuto, Tsukishima, and Iwaizumi in Bad Day Surprises

OMG LOVE. THIS IS SO BIG-BRAIN, I LOVE THIS. I hope you enjoy this @scrappydaisies​ 😘 

Word count: ~1.7k

BOKUTO 

⭐ It was one of those days where everything that could go wrong, went wrong

⭐ You woke up late, missing breakfast as you ran to work, awkwardly putting on your jacket as you sprinted

⭐ When you got to work, you hadn’t printed your proposal and notes, so you ran late for the meeting because of it

⭐ To top it off, you forgot you had a meeting with your supervisor to discuss a potential raise

⭐ (Yikes)

⭐ Of course, you not only forgot your lunch, you’d forgotten your wallet so you couldn’t even buy food!

⭐ Just a whole-ass series of unfortunate events 😔

⭐ Normally, you’d go bother Akaashi - one of your coworkers’ & the reason you had met Bokuto - but he was out with the flu so you didn’t want to bother him

⭐ You also would have texted Bokuto an SOS, BUT of course, he was out traveling for a match so there was no help there

⭐ So, you found yourself fuming at your desk, asking yourself and all possible deities out there on why you had such bad karma, angrily vent-texting Bokuto

⭐ Though he was preoccupied and not reading/responding to your texts, you felt a bit better getting it out of your system

⭐ One of your other coworkers noticed the predicament that you were in, and ended up buying you food

⭐ As you made your way home, you pull out your phone again to see that Bokuto had left you on read 

⭐ Well okay then

⭐ It’s not like that hurt or anything

⭐ (it 100% did but what else could go wrong, y’know?)

⭐ Bokuto wasn’t supposed to be back for a few days because work

⭐ But that didn’t stop you from opening the door and calling “I’m home!” to an empty house

⭐ Leading to you laughing at yourself...which eventually became hysterical...and soon enough, you were standing in the hallway sobbing

⭐ “Babe?”

⭐ Your brain short-circuits

⭐ “K-kou?!” you sniff

⭐ You were a complete wreck by now. Like, your entire face was hot, the tears would not stop, you were snotty as heck

⭐ Your boyfriend appears in the doorway, his eyes wide at your face before he rushes at you

⭐ “What’s wrong pretty one?” he asks, “is it because of your day?”

⭐ (ngl imagining Bokuto calling you ‘pretty one’ made my heart skip a beat)

⭐ “Kou!” you sob, burying your face into his chest. “Today was honestly the worst day of my life”

⭐ He just rubs your back soothingly, murmuring soft declarations of love and comfort

⭐ You pull back, wiping your nose on your sleeve 

⭐ “Wait, what are you doing here?”

⭐ “Oh right! C’mere”

⭐ Bokuto takes your hand gently, leading you towards the living room

⭐ He had taken the time to construct a massive blanket fort there, golden fairy lights everywhere. The TV was already on with your favorite movie queued, and bags of your favorite takeout were there

⭐ Bokuto scratched at the back of his neck. “I knew you were having a really rough day, and I got back early so I figured you’d like this surprise”

⭐ Of course, you start crying again and Bokuto’s freaking out like OML WHAT DO I EVEN DO

⭐ He thought he broke you, the poor bby

⭐ You’re just shaking your head, crying and you’re just like “I just love you so much, why the heck are you so thoughtful”

⭐ He panics and is like, “why don’t we get you outta this and we can start watching some movies, yeah?’

⭐ And you’re like nodding (you’re still crying lmao) as you drag your feet to the bathroom to freshen up, change, and rejoin your mans in the living room

⭐ “You’re literally the best, you know that?” you sniffle as you re-enter

⭐ Bokuto flashes you a grin, opening his arms as he waits for you to crawl into them

⭐ “I’m so lucky to have you” you mutter, burying your face once more

⭐ “Oh baby, I think I’m lucky to have you” he says as he chuckles, rubbing your back and peppering kisses onto your face

⭐ But in general, Bokuto will randomly surprise you with food, snacks, spontaneous things whenever you’re having a bad day because spontaneity is fun as heck! 

TSUKISHIMA

⭐ You and Tsukki met when you guys were in the same class

⭐ Your teacher had separated him from Yams because they kept talking (SMACK)

⭐ Little did he know that by moving Tsukishima to sit behind you, you’d end up dating!

⭐ It started when you were jamming out to music and straight vibing

⭐ He was kinda intrigued, the boy thought you were cute but he didn’t want to vocalise it because he’s such a kuudere istg

⭐ It was Yams who started talking to you, which encouraged Tsukki to do so as well!

⭐ SUCCESS

⭐ Anyways, y’all start dating and all that jazz

⭐ One day, you come into school lookin like a wreck. A complete mess

⭐ You had pulled an all-nighter in order to finish a paper you were really struggling with

⭐ Like, you had been working on it all. week. and you STILL needed that extra 8 hours to work on it

⭐ And as you were leaving the house this morning, your parents were yelling at you for grades or something, so in general you were in a bad mood

⭐ To top it all off, your headphones had decided to die while you were walking to class, so you didn’t even have the comfort of music to help you

⭐ You were ranting the entirety of lunch, with Yams interjecting with some words of comfort as Tsukishima just silently listened and provided you soft touches to let you know that he was there

⭐ He really wasn’t the type to talk much, especially in public. BUT he was definitely very expressive behind closed doors

⭐ So, once school ends, you head home and just collapse onto your bed - dead to the world

⭐ You woke up because your phone started ringing

⭐ In your haste to fall asleep, it somehow ended up stuck to your face LOL

⭐ You pick it up, groggy as heck

⭐ “Hullo?”

⭐ “Can you open the door?”

⭐ “Kei?!” 

⭐ You stand up suddenly, falling onto the floor as the sudden blood-rush made you lighte-headed

⭐ “Did you just fall?” he asked, snickering slightly

⭐ “Shut up” you scowl as you slowly get your bearings and make your way to the door, hanging up in the process

⭐ “What are you doing here?” you ask, rubbing your eye with your knuckles as you stare up at your boyfriend

⭐ “Am I not allowed to visit you?” he quipped back, a pink flush on his cheeks. “I have something for you”

⭐ You step back, letting him into the house. “You didn’t have to, I’m sure you’re tired after practice”

⭐ “Shut up, I wanted to”

⭐ You guys make your way to your room

⭐ Tsukishima sits at your desk, unzipping his volleyball bag and pulling out a box. “Here.” he says, passing it to you

⭐ Your eyes widen. “Kei! You really didn’t have to”

⭐ He had gotten you some fancy, noise-cancelling headphones 

⭐ (Personally, they’d be AirPods but y’know, it’s whatever y’all prefer!)

⭐ “I know you were having a rough day, and music always makes it better for you so just take it,” he scowled, hiding the red roses on his cheeks

⭐ You grin, putting it down gently before you throw yourself onto him. “Thank you, thank you so much”

⭐ “You’re welcome.” He coughs awkwardly

⭐ Pulling back, you eye his face as he fiddles with his hands.

⭐ “Do you...maybe wanna cuddle or something?” you smirk

⭐ “Shut up..maybe”

⭐ “C’mon then”

⭐ Anyways, if it wasn’t obvious, Tsukki is the type that will hold you and listen to you rant 

IWAIZUMI

⭐ Ugh, college-life woes

⭐ You and Iwa lived together in an apartment. Y’all have been dating for a cool min now

⭐ But the problem of adult life!!

⭐ Y’all just don’t have time for one another

⭐ Or, not as much as you’d like

⭐ Iwa’s busy with his classes and internship

⭐ (Not to mention working out because c’mon this man never stops the grind)

⭐ Like this man is working HARD for his future!!!

⭐ You’re busy finishing up your own final projects and working too

⭐ Y’all basically only see each other for a few minutes every night when you’re laying in bed, updating each other about your day’s before you KO

⭐ SO, when you come home after a really stressful week of late-nights, little sleep, one-meal a day type of situation, you were pleasantly surprised to find your boo at home

⭐ Not to mention, there were candles out, a bottle of wine on the table, and plates of your favorite meal

⭐ HOME-COOKED BECAUSE THIS MAN IS THE PERFECT PACKAGE OK

⭐ “What is this?”

⭐ He looks up, grinning. “Well, I know that someone hasn’t been able to take care of themselves this week, so I decided to take the night off and spend time with them”

⭐ Iwaizumi comes around you, guiding you to the table by the small of your back

⭐ Pulling out the chair, letting you sit before he pushes it in

⭐ “You’re spoiling me Haji” you muse as he pours you a glass of wine

⭐ “Well if you won’t do it, then I will” he shrugs. “Cheers baby” he lifts his own glass, waiting for you to tap yours against his

⭐ If you thought that was the surprise, YOU WERE MISTAKEN

⭐ BECAUSE THERE WAS MOREEE

⭐ He decided to go ALL-OUT with the romance

⭐ After you guys finish dinner, he leads you up to the bathroom where there were unlit candles, and a BATH BOMB

⭐ TBH, I’m imagining LUSH’s Sex Bomb bath-bomb, but it’s whatever you prefer!

⭐ Just know that he added extra petals into the bath just for you

⭐ (you always complain that there weren’t enough lmao)

⭐ He draws the bath and lights the candles as you strip and get ready to shower

⭐ This man is out here washing your hair, soaping you up

⭐ All that wholesome goodness 💘

⭐ He even carries you into the bath!!

⭐ After you’re situated, he brings you the wine glasses and a tablet so y’all can watch a movie or catch up to whatever anime y’all are watching together as he slips into the bath behind you

⭐ All in all, he goes ALL OUT when it comes to spoiling you (he’s a romantic at heart) and honestly, you just need to cuff this man A.S.A.P. 

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[wienerbarnes]

Telephone Line

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,449

Warnings: pretty sad ngl but not angst, mentions of death, mentions of cancer, these warnings sound bad but i promise its just kinda sad lol

A/N: ngl even i dont know where this came from lol but ill prob make a pt 2? if the idea i have strikes enough material for another part. enjoy anyways tho!

MAIN MASTERLIST

A deep orange hue shines through the cracks of his blinds as Bucky looks at the new shiny exterior of his new iPhone. Being too reckless on a mission led him to a cell phone cracked in two, resulting in him having to spend four hours at the Apple store all the way in Manhattan, quite a ways away from his apartment upstate.

Low trumpets flow softly through the speakers of his record player, a bold blue box that Sharon gifted him this year for his birthday. He hums to Marvin Gaye as he goes through the device in front of him, setting up account after account, typing in password after password. Gaye was a few decades after his time, but he won’t let it show in front of Sam how much he enjoys his music. 

He downloads the mindless puzzle games he had on his previous phone and is thankful that the contacts that were in his old phone were able to be transferred for him. 

He locks the phone and sets it aside before taking out the small sketchbook from the drawer in his desk. He also grabs a pencil from the cup sitting on the corner of the wood and flips his book open to a fresh page. A new hobby Bucky’s picked up since Steve’s passing. 

His real passing. Not the one everyone sold to the world in order for him to live the rest of his life in peace in a cabin far away, probably crowded in trees and flowers; perhaps the house is where a rainbow begins or where the sky rains golden droplets. Bucky wouldn’t know, he never visited after seeing Steve as an old man after he returned the stones. 

There wasn’t anger; Bucky and Steve spoke about his plans before he left and Bucky was happy for him, he was finally getting the life he deserved after so much time spent doing the “right” thing, and not what he wanted. It was a situation of feeling… weird and awkward around this new Steve. It was a completely different Steve with different experiences, different memories. A family. Kids and grandkids and great-grandkids. Photos probably hung on the walls of the house of people he wouldn’t recognize. He always wondered what happened to him in Steve's timeline. In other words, he wonders if Steve rescued him from Hydra and spared him the eighty years of torture. He wonders if there’s any pictures of him in Steve’s house. For Bucky, it became, “I’ll go visit him another day,” until, well, there weren’t any more chances. 

A sketch of what he can remember Times Square to look like from this afternoon appears on the paper. Rough lines shaping out tall buildings and people, small squares to outline the pavement, bigger boxes to indicate the shapes of the numerous cars that filled the area. He reaches for his box of colored pencils in the side-drawer of the desk when the generic ringtone of his new phone belts out loudly.

A number that isn’t saved into his phone appears on the screen. A Brooklyn area code. Maybe all the contacts didn’t transfer themselves.

“Hello,” Bucky answers after swiping his right pointer finger along the slide bar.

A hitch of feminine breath is heard before a few seconds of silence, before the three beeps signaling the caller hung up. Probably an accident.

Bucky goes to pick up his pencil again before the tone is heard once more, the same number on the screen. An eyebrow quirks upwards and he answers the phone again.

“...Hello?” Bucky says once more. Again, he’s met with silence before being hung up on. Maybe not an accident, maybe a prank caller. I’ve had the phone for maybe six minutes and this is already happening.

The same number calls for a third time and Bucky debates even answering this time. He lets it ring three times before answering.

“Hello?” He asks, met with silence. “Listen, I’m not in the mood for prank callers, so if you don’t mind-”

“Who is this?” A quiet feminine voice finally answers through the speaker against his ear.

“Who is- What do you mean who is this? Lady, you called me first!” Bucky responds, already exasperated with the conversation.

“How did you get this phone number?” She asks, voice shakier than the first time she spoke.

“I got a new phone and they gave it to me? How else do you get phone numbers?”

“No, no, no. You don’t understand. This-this is my husband's number. It can’t be your new number!” The woman responds, voice cracking this time.

“Okay, okay, hey, relax. Maybe there was a mistake? Maybe your husband received a different phone number?” Bucky offers, not really wanting to play Tech Support as he draws to wind down his day before dinner.

“No! There wasn’t a mistake, my-my husband is dead! This was his phone number and-and-and I call it everyday once I-I get out of work! How did you get this number, why did they give his away?!” Pants and shaky breaths are heard between almost every other word as you start audibly crying on the phone.

Bucky’s eyes widen, not expecting that explanation. Great, a fruit gave away her husband to me.

“Hey, okay, take a breath.” Bucky suggests, and waits for her breathing to become a little more regular before continuing. “I’m sorry they gave me your husband’s number, it was randomly selected. I mean, I hope it wasn’t the last thing you had of his voice?” Bucky tries to offer.

“Of course it’s not,” You reply, voice sounding calmer now. “I just wasn’t expecting them to give away his number like that, it stayed for a few weeks so I thought,” a humorless chuckle, “I thought they’d let me keep it.”

“I’m really sorry about your husband. I, uh,” Bucky hesitates, questioning if he should be telling this emotionally unstable widow about his personal life, but continues anyway, “I recently lost someone important to me, as well. My best friend.” Bucky confesses, fingers toying with the circular edge of the back of the colored pencil.

A pause, “Can you tell me about him?”

“He, um, was a good guy. Real selfless. He was uh,” Bucky thinks of how to talk about Steve without actually leading to the fact that he’s talking about the former Captain America, “He was a bit older than me, and he passed away from health problems. Heart problems.” Bucky comes up, technically not a lie, his heart did stop when he died.

A small sniffle, “My husband passed away from lung cancer. The doctors told me there was no other hope for him; he needed a machine to help him breathe and a bunch of tubes in him to help him do everything else. So I asked the doctors to just…” You trail off.

A sudden deep sigh escapes her, the raspiness of her voice heard through the speaker and flows into his ear, “Sorry, I probably sound like a crazy person right now, calling her dead husband everyday just to hear his seven second voicemail.” You apologize, another humorless laugh following your words. 

“I don’t think you’re crazy. I think you’re just trying to cope the best way you can. You miss him.” Bucky objects, still toying with the purple colored pencil in his hand.

“Um, yea.” You respond, probably not even expecting Bucky to actually listen to your rambling.

“What’s your name?” You ask.

“James.”

“Of course it is,” You mumble, eyes closing on the other side of the call.

“What was that?” 

“I said, of course it is. That was my husband’s name, too.”

A sympathetic smile pulls at his mouth, even though you can’t see it.

“Listen, if you even want to call again, I don’t mind. I can either listen in silence, or we can talk, or, whatever you want. It’s okay.”

“Thanks, James. That’s nice of you.” You say, voice watery, but Bucky doesn’t mention it.

“I’ll, uh, let you go, James. Sorry for any bother.” He can tell you’re struggling to hold back tears with the way your voice is straining.

“No bother at all. Have a good rest of your night, okay?” Bucky bids her, hoping she will, but accepting that there’s a good chance this poor woman will be in tears for the rest of her evening.

“You, too.”

A couple seconds of silence follow before the call ends. Bucky sighs, locking his phone once more. He picks up the pencil in front of him, ignoring the small tremor in his fingers, and presses the pencil to the paper.

He thinks about her for the rest of the night.

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